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If you’re still taking Tomgreg commissions: Greg’s dad shows up randomly and gets to meet Tom. Post Italy. Keeping it vague cus I’d love to see where you take it!!

“Greg?” Tom raises a brow at Greg’s loading face, blank eyes fixed across the room, then down at the usual opening bid presentation that’s finally come up on the tablet. “You good? I know it’s short notice, but it’s not that beyond belief.”

“Sorry, um…” Greg says, as he sharply clears his throat and jumps back to life. “Lukas has u-us meeting who?”

“I know, right? An actual king, apparently,” Tom says, tapping the screen, changing the name and date on the front slide, then doing the same down on the footer. “Of some kind of a – a tiny euro-micronation. City state. What the hell ever.”

“Yeah, like okay,” Greg says, dropping his head, quiet a pair of beats, as he rolls his lips together.

“King Levi…” Tom says, swiping through the rest of the slides; good, good, good, bad – hah, don’t want to mention that shitshow of a vendor anymore, do they? “Of Maritou? Something equivalent of Monaco or Andorra, Lichtenstein… Singapore. I guess he’s gay, which Matsson, of course, made a point to tell me in the calendar invite. Dickhead.”

“He’s married,” Greg says, voice lifting with a pitchy disbelief. “Isn’t he?”

“Uh, I literally don’t know him from Adam, Greg,” Tom says, lifting a brow upwards while peeking under his brow to entirely take in Greg’s tetchy, dissatisfied expression, then dropping his eyes back to the screen. He’s not sure what that is about, but maybe he’s got a thing against royalty now, even though that whole thing with that contessa was almost an outright con on his end. “Though he is a king, so if I get swept off my feet, you can’t hold it against me.”

“I could, um… Can you like promise you won’t, actually?”

Tom purposely slows his fingers while dropping the menu down on the screen to print. “I guess?” He sets the tablet aside, as he leans back to check the printer has started going in the middle of the floor. “Are you worried he’s cuter than you?”

Greg purses his mouth, oddly petulant. “Can you just do it?”

“Yes, baby,” Tom says, dropping his voice with sugary condescension, and reaching out to yank lightly at Greg’s tie, then smoothing it across the buttons of his shirt and tucking the tail into his belt. “I solemnly swear not to run away with some man I’ve never met.”

Greg seems even more annoyed that Tom isn’t taking this seriously, which just makes it funnier. It took Tom a year to admit to himself he was into Greg, so what is he expecting here?

“Are you gaining a jealousy streak? I’m kind of into it.”

“No,” Greg mutters, as he looks down and straightens his back to pull his tie from his trousers.

“Come on,” Tom says, reaching out and slipping his jacket off the chair; the printer should be done by now. “Maybe you’ll get the crush, and we’ll have to meet with pistols at dawn.”

Greg makes a markedly bizarre disgusted noise at the back of his throat.

Tom slows out of the elevator, peering across the office floor into Matsson’s office. His initial goal is to scope the ruling monarch out, determine some shallow comment to open on, per usual, but he quickly finds himself at a complete stop. He stares narrowly at the tall man on the other side of the glass, bearing a familiar thin nose, familiar round eyes, and who is inexplicably guffawing at something said by Matsson, then turns to look at the unquestionably younger version hunching just behind him. “I’m going to need an explanation in ten seconds or less.”

“Well.” Greg sighs in that heaving, petulant way. “He’s like sort of my dad.”

Tom slowly reaches up and scratches at a missed patch of stubble under his jaw. “Sort of.”

Greg rolls his lips together.

“You’re a Prince?” Tom says, hearing his voice raise, consequently catching a sidelong glance from a passing aide with a sharp, dismissive glare. “What the fuck, Greg?”

“It’s like barely a real country,” Greg mutters, glancing at Tom and then away, shrugging with a roll of his shoulders forward into a deeper hunch. “Sort of like he’s barely a dad, you know? Like… we don’t talk.”

“Does Lukas know?”

Greg glances toward the office with a pinched moue. “Like, would he care?”

“…No,” Tom says, though he feels like, at the least, he’s tried to have taken earlier advantage of it. “I don’t think you’re quite high enough on his shit list. When was the last time you spoke? To the King.”

Greg curls his nose, as he drops his head with a visible, almost startling vitriol in his scowl. “He tried to call me like a while ago and said it was for Shavuot, but it was, like… right after my Grandpa first took away my inheritance.”

“What one is that?” Tom asks, coming up with nothing on his admittedly small mental Rolodex of Jewish holidays.

Greg glances sidelong at a movement into the office, stepping backward to ineffectively hunch behind an art piece. “I don’t exactly celebrate any of them, you know, but… I guess, it’s the cheesecake one.”

Tom raises his brows, deciding to ignore the hiding for something more pressing: “A cheesecake holiday?”

“Not really, it’s like about the – uh?” Greg briefly holds his tongue between his teeth, staring at nothing between their feet, then glances up with a lift of his shoulder. “Torah, I think? Yeah, like getting the Torah.”

“…Greg,” Tom groans, as much as he’d really prefer to actually ask about how that even leads to any sort of cake, let alone the cheese kind. “This is a big damn secret.”

“I didn’t think it’d ever come up,” Greg says, pulling his usual catchall card with a meek flourish. “I kind of thought you knew? Everyone else knows.”

Tom bites down at his lower lip, tilting his head with a brief, irked curse toward the fact that the Roy’s are so… Roy that their ostensibly destitute cousin being an actual, literal prince isn’t even worth a sideways mention. “So I take it… you’re not eager to go in there?”

“I like would rather not?” Greg says, as his eyes dart sideways to the office, then away, a marked tightening around the edges of them. “It would be. Awkward.”

Tom stares hard, as he exhales slowly between a narrow pinch of his lips.

Greg shrugs into an even tighter hunch, hands shifting around the edges of his phone.

“Well, go on,” Tom says, gesturing with a flick of his hand back toward the elevator bank. Fuck, he’s gotten so soft… like cream cheese; damn it, now he wants cheesecake. “Off you go, Prince Hirsch.”

Greg grabs Tom’s hand out of the air to briefly squeeze the life out of it. “Thank you.”

“You’re so welcome…” Tom mutters, playing put-upon, as Greg pulls away to scurry backward when an elevator opens for one of many of Matsson’s assistants to exit. Tom turns with a brief gesture at the ceiling, in disbelief of his life for nth time; it’s not exactly bad this time, at least, just damned bizarre.

He’s been waiting for Greg to expand on the family situation himself – a delicate subject, he thought, and it probably is, but a prince? He never could’ve seen that coming, not in like… ever, if he was given thirty years and infinite goddamn guesses.

Tom reaches out and pushes at the door, slow as he can, uneager to step in the middle of a new Roy family mess. He remembers when he was twelve and thought his Aunt’s second husband was an awkward family subject; so, so innocent.

“Tom,” Matsson says, looking up when the creaks, then frowning slightly while his eyes sweep beyond Tom toward the open floor. “You’re missing a half.”

“He’s got his own meeting,” Tom says, raising his brows with a pointed glance to the phone ever so permanently fixed in Lukas’s hand. “You’ll have to compare fictional farms another time.”

“We’ve moved to space,” Lukas says, blandly, “It’s a beta.”

“Of course, space,” Tom says, widening his eyes with a mocking tone. “So fascinating.”

“Levi,” Lukas says, turning to the… giraffe in the room, who’s probably just as tall as Greg, when he’s not making a big parenthesis of himself. “This is Tom Wambsgans.”

Levi turns from Lukas and steps forward, holding out a hand with a polite smile. “Levi Hirsch,” he says, “Nice to meet you.”

“You, too,” Tom says, maybe a bit cooler than he intends, but it’s just worse up close, since Levi looks… so much like Greg. It is a bit of awkward new information, since Tom previously also thought Greg looked a bit like Ewan. The whole family is a slew of definitions for daddy issues. Hey, Tom, promise you won’t fuck my dad? Jesus wept.

Lukas sweeps a sideways gesture with a gradual tilt of his head. “You may have heard Tom’s name about elsewhere, but I stuck him back behind the curtain where he came from to keep him out of trouble.”

“Yes, my time at the firm has blessed me with… great opportunities for experience,” Tom says, keeping his expression at what he hopes looks pleasant. He could do without Lukas reminding every single person that comes in that technically he’s been demoted, but he does feel less close than a heart attack than he used to, so it’s a mixed bag. “I do appreciate that in this department I have something I can finish.”

“That’s true,” Levi says, briefly tilting his head with a narrow look, a small, mild smile, but it doesn’t seem to contain any recognition, which is… unexpected. Did he not watch the Senate hearings with his own son?

“So, Lukas texted me you’re looking into some kind of an… expansion?” Tom says, raising his brows and leaning in, as he pulls out the printed out packet from his arm. He hopes he’s doing a good job pretending not to look blatantly like he’s thinking about something else – like the fact that if Levi’s not following Greg’s life, then that means someone told him about the inheritance thing, but Tom doesn’t know Greg’s family well enough to know if it had been Marianne… or Ewan.

“Yes,” Levi says, dropping his chin in a too familiar eager nod. “I am hoping to modernize an existing property on the coast.”

“Sounds exciting?” Tom asks, nodding himself a few times, probably too many, and gesturing at the packet stuck under his elbow with a few pats. “We’ve been very interested in expanding further in Europe since the acquisition.”

“I thought so,” Levi says, markedly eager, which is somewhat bizarre, but maybe being king means he doesn’t need to negotiate this sort of thing – granted, the first sign toward that was probably how he showed up without warning to begin with to Lukas’ office. “I was quite excited to hear about Waystar coming under new ownership.”

“Bad blood with the Roys?” Tom asks, lifting his voice in a question; he must not do a good imitation of seeming simply curious about it, judging by Lukas’ sidelong look.

“Just ancient history,” Levi says, shrugging with a tip of his head. He hasn’t picked up on anything, clearly, “Men of my ilk always have a… few skeletons here or there.”

Tom raises his brows with a tight, forced laugh. He glances sideways, only to see Lukas has wandered off, which is just typical. “Sure, of course.”

“Nothing criminal, though,” Levi says, glancing across Tom’s head toward Lukas with a somewhat harried press of his lips. He clearly doesn’t know Lukas that well, then, “It shouldn’t pop up regarding this or any investment – I was primarily involved with the… the other side of the family.”

“Oh?” Tom intones, flatly, raising an eyebrow. “You buddies with ol’ Ewan?”

Levi inhales between his teeth with an awkward, pinched mouth that Tom is annoyed to recognize as a typical Greg fibbing face. “Uh, yes. Buddies, hah. As I said… just youthful mistakes that one makes, but I closed the – uh, that chapter of my life a long time ago.”

“Right. …So I have a packet here, just a few in-production examples of what we can do – ” Tom feels off-balance, if somehow also vindictive, as mistake echoes, and drops the packet into Levi’s fumbling, surprised hands. “Better to visit in person, but short notice.”

Levi hums while he starts to flip through the pages. “Oh, this is quite hefty.”

“And not even comprehensive,” Tom says, shoving his hands into his pockets to squeeze against his thighs with a deep nod. “We’ve also got there a… yep, page twelve here is a resort-park in the Mediterranean that opened two months ago. It’s less roller coasters and water slides, more massages and spa baths.”

“Yes, I’ve been. A big change from the Brightstar status quo.”

“Hah. I halfway suggested a spa direction just to… to get my partner to try the cryotherapy,” Tom says, feeling odd referring to Greg neither by his name nor from beside him, where he usually uses him as a somewhat terrible yesman who constantly butts into the pitch with fun facts. “He’s a decade younger than me with twice the joint issues.”

“Joint issues,” Levi repeats, thoughtfully, as his eyes sweep the page, which is just enough to blame him for the lot of it.

“I’ll let you look this over,” Tom says, waving a flat hand at the pictures and buzzwords between them. “Of course, give me a nudge, if you’ve got any questions.”

Levi drops his head with a nod, mouth pursing in thought at the page. “Yes, I… I do think this more luxury direction is just what I was intrigued by.”

“Great,” Tom says, forcefully bright, then drops back a pair of steps. He turns to where Lukas and his determined antisocial obstinacy has crowded the window across the office, walking quickly in his direction.

Lukas looks about like he wants to crawl like Dracula out the window, but stays planted, lifting his chin to bid a greeting. His eyes narrow over Tom’s shoulder, to where Levi is peering at the pages, and then a frown settles his mouth. “Unlike you to ditch a pitch, Wambsgans.”

“Uh-huh,” Tom says, then jerks his head back and somewhat peeks, too, just to make sure he’s not wandered closer to listen in on them. “Do you know who that is?”

“Levi Hirsch, Sitting Monarch of Maritou.”

Tom raises his brows high up his forehead. “Hirsch.”

Lukas does little more than tsk. “I’ve met other Hirsches.”

“Oh yeah?” Tom says, keeping his face friendly and his tone low, leaning over into Lukas’ space with a slow raise of his brows. “And how many that have those eyes, that face, and are taller than you?”

Lukas narrows an eye across his office, then glances down at his phone, awkwardly, with a low grunt. “Ah.”

“You weren’t aware?”

Lukas reaches up and scratches at the top of his lip with the back of his thumb, halfway covering his mouth. “I do not always endeavor to make a fool of you… or, more rarely, Greg.”

“Who King Funsuck over there just called a mistake,” Tom says, feeling his lip curl and forcing it back into a friendly shape.

Lukas glances over with an oddly thoughtful pinch to his mouth. “What a surprisingly impressive pedigree.”

Tom sighs hard through his nose. “Okay, now don’t call him a dog.”

“I’ve heard you call him worse,” Lukas says, evenly and absolutely mortifyingly, as his eyes sweep back toward Tom in his next slow blink. “Haven’t I?”

“You have not,” Tom snaps, then cants away in a short lean and pretends to peer against the uneven skyline. “And even then I don’t say dog.”

“I was thinking a horse, anyway,” Lukas says, lowly dismissive, as if that makes it better, then offering Tom a gradual tilt of his head. “Speaking of, has he asked you to Churchill Downs?”

“To what –?” Tom furrows his brows, sensing something he probably does not want to know, yet still he asks, as he looks at Lukas through their reflections. “The racetrack?”

“It’s racing season soon,” Lukas continues, bewilderingly, gesturing with a flat hand out toward the bay of windows. “I was hoping you’d buy a horse, so we could race.”

Tom stares in moments of disbelief. “No,” he says, having some difficulty keeping his voice lower than a bark while he shakes his head. “No one needs a horse, Lukas, least of all me. Or him. Or you.”

“Problem, gentlemen?”

Tom looks over his shoulder to find Levi towering over them and peering into the conversation with a curious lean. He’s really been looking into the packet, by the creases in the paper, which is now curled against his fingers, and it’s almost a disappointment.

“How do you feel about racing horses, Levi?” Lukas asks, turning on a heel with a sharp jut of his chin.

“They’re an investment, with the right one,” Levi says, slowly, a bemused expression building across his face.

Lukas tilts his head to look at Tom. “I am attempting to… entice Tom’s partner to buy one,” he says, in a rare show of tact, “But Tom can’t see the value.”

Tom narrows his eyes at Lukas’ pointed brow raise, then looks over to Levi with a tense laugh. “It’s not quite my thing.”

“Ah,” Levi intones, then shrugs with an uncanny press of his mouth and a flappy-handed shrug. “Happy spouse, happy house?”

Tom raises his brows back, forcing a grin. “We’ll see.”

“I’ve sent him a reminder,” Lukas says, looking up, as he swipes across his phone.

“I’m not buying any sort of million dollars on four legs,” Tom says, trying to keep his voice somewhat friendly from where he stands between the observing secret king-father and his actual paycheck signer. “Let alone one that someone else rides.”

“I do regret bringing it up, now,” Lukas says, looking over to Levi, clicking his tongue while slowly cocking his head. “If he had asked on his own, Tom would’ve barely questioned it.”

“Not true,” Tom says, glancing down and pulling out his phone, as he feels a buzz at his hip.

10:34am Do you have any thoughts about like horse sports?>>

“Jesus Christ,” Tom mutters, reaching up and pinching at the bridge of his nose. He shoves the phone back away, looking up at Levi with a forced smile. “I apologize, this meeting has gone so far off the rails, it’s in the station lobby.”

“It’s alright,” Levi says, offering a horribly familiar, awkward grin while his head cocks to the side. “Today is more greet, than meet.”

“Ah,” Lukas says, brows going up while he sets his phone to the side with a lengthy inhale. “Now I do see it.”

Levi furrows his brow into a bemused pinch.

Tom’s phone starts buzzing in his pocket, rescuing him from coming clean, and he looks down, absolutely unsurprised at the name across the screen. He takes a step away, backing out from between Lukas and Levi with a toothy smile. “Sorry, I have to –”

“Go ahead,” Lukas says, oddly urgent, rather than with his usual sarcastic dismissal in the presence of any sort of phone call.

Tom retreats a few more steps while sweeping to answer the phone. “Hello,” he says, cheerful, holding his face in a smile that he knows irritates Greg when on the phone. “I know you know I’m busy.”

“Do you like need an out?”

Tom stares at the seam of the windows for a beat, then huffs, “I’m not sure Odin would go for it.”

“He – uh, he texted me, so,” Greg says, as a bizarre waterfall sound travels through the speaker, then repeats, but somehow in the opposite – oh, it’s the damned slinky. “I think he feels, like… awkward?”

“Oh, does he?” Tom says, glancing against the reflections to catch Lukas smirking blandly up at Levi. “Aren’t you two just thick as thieves.”

“Tom…” Greg trails off, a familiar quiet, sighing edge to his voice.

Tom rolls his eyes hard. “You’re not getting a fucking horse. It is a living creature, not a toy.”

“Okay, but –”

“No,” Tom interrupts, pulling the phone from his ear to speak perhaps overly loud into the speaker, then immediately taps at the red icon.

10:40AM That was really rude :’(>>

“Other half calls?” Lukas says, superior enough to slap.

“He’s done with his meeting and we’ve got another scheduled,” Tom says, pretending to look at his watch with a sharp raise of an eyebrow. He shakes out his sleeve, looking up at Levi with a smile that stretches at his mouth like stiff putty. “If I could get the technicals of the current property, I could put together a… more tailored proposal to discuss a potential future for the resort? You can keep the offerings packet, of course, look it over in your own time. My email and number are – ” He leans forward to doublecheck, then nods like it was planned, reaching out and pointing at the bottom. “Yep, here on the footer.”

“Thank you for making time, Mr Wambsgans,” Levi says, dropping his head with a narrow-eyed peer to follow the gesture. “I hadn’t planned on dropping in so unannounced, but I passed they building and just had to stop.”

“Tom, please,” Tom says, holding out a hand, again, and offering a brief, barking laugh. “Anything for a king!”

“Yes, well,” Levi says, reaching out with a single, determined shake of Tom’s hand that’s just like the first one. “The annual GDP of Maritou is some less than Waystar, I’ve been told.”

“Hah,” Tom says, tightly, wondering exactly which of his ex-in-laws had said dropped that particular nugget: Logan, or Caroline, or perhaps a precocious Kendall? …It also could’ve just been Connor in a tactless moment.

“You’re not going to tell me more about him?” Tom asks, later that night, as he half-watches a Law and Order episode that probably came out while he was in Cornell. He peeks over to Greg, curled up with his tablet, and wets his lips, stretching to knee him in the thigh. “Greg, I’m dying. The curiosity here is like a gut wound.”

Greg shrugs, tightly, “I said we don’t talk.”

“Okay, and –”

“For real, Tom,” Greg interrupts, in an unfamiliar tone, not quite resentful, really, or even unhappy, but balancing at some edge between them, with a dash of weariness thrown in for flavor. “I had like an Instagram once, like in 2016, and he, like… He somehow came up as one of my recommended follows on it? So I deleted it.”

Tom raises then drops his brows.

“He’s just – he’s kind of like my mom, you know, but… but not in a good way, like a way worse way? My mom wasn’t great at like being my mom, but she… You know, she’s my friend. Even when she couldn’t be around, she always like… she called me. She – uh, she likes me as a person, I think?”

Tom slowly nods an awkward agreement. He never really knows what to do when Greg awkwardly talks around his mom being a bit unfit, and now here he is directly addressing it in some way that’s purely: hey, Tom, it was much worse than you thought.

“And I also, maybe –” Greg visibly swallows, as he keeps scrolling at the tablet. “I kind of just hate that I look like – so much like him.”

“Greg,” Tom sighs, feeling some guilt for being unable to get that thought out of his head the whole time he’d been in the office. It was pretty eye-opening, like a comforting portent, though he’s definitely going to hold off on the cracks about Greg’s prematurely greying hair for… a month or so longer. “Baby boy, you look like you. And if –” He briefly pauses, reluctant, “If you don’t want to work with him, I’ll pull in someone… Curtis, maybe.”

“It’s okay,” Greg says, tilting his head, still not looking over, which isn’t much of a sign that he’s being candid. “Kendall had to work with – uh, with Uncle Logan all the time.”

Tom feels his mouth flatten further, while he quirks a brow. “Not a great endorsement.”

“Hey,” Greg says, turning the screen toward Tom, showing a dapple grey posing smartly next to a track. His expression is one of determinedly changing the subject. “Look at this one – she’s called Cover Up.”

“No,” Tom says, reaching out and jabbing at the tablet until it’s turned back over. “Absolutely not.”

“But she’s really pretty,” Greg says, while his eyes widen to about an eleven on the pout scale. “And when she’s old, she can live at the ranch.”

Tom scoffs, lightly, “Over your grandad’s dead body.”

“Probably,” Greg says, tilting his head with another swipe at the screen. He coughs lightly, gradually losing any remnants of his earlier, anxious expression. “We should like still go to the track.”

Tom wonders with a start if Greg would actually crack open his own heart just to gain leeway on getting his way with this horse thing, and lands on a solid, somewhat fond: most likely. “That sounds a lot like: oh, I just want to look at the sad puppies at the ASPCA.”

“Hey, we could like – You could get an old one or something?” Greg says, looking up, again, face bizarrely lighting up at the idea of getting something that can’t race. “I forgot you’re like a rescue guy.”

Tom stares for a beat, irked to feel consideration enter his mind, like the word itself has inspired some mental rendition of Sarah Mclachlan to play between his ears. “…Stop trying to work me over on this.”

Greg uncurls tellingly on the sofa and Tom reflexively spreads his thighs to balance the approaching weight, as Greg crawls on top to straddle him. “You’re like so sweet, Tommy.”

Tom rolls his eyes to the ceiling, away from Greg trying to cuddle slash seduce him into submission. He’s going to pretend this is comfort for the earlier conversation, for his own peace of mind. “Greg.”

“You could make sure it lives the rest of its life like super good, instead of, like – as a pit pony.”

“It’s not working,” Tom says, feeling his tie slip off, peeking sideways while it’s thrown limp across the back of the sofa. “That’s not even a thing anymore.”

“You rescued Mondale,” Greg says, kissing heavy across Tom’s jaw with a low, warm hum. “You rescued me… Rescue a horse, next.”

“I did not rescue you, you are a prince with a quarter billion inheritance,” Tom says, wetting his lips, as his shirt collar pops open, and gives in to slide a hand across Greg’s lower back. “You tricked me into thinking I rescued you. You’re a cuckoo.”

“It’s almost like a third now,” Greg says, earnest, leaning in and kissing at Tom’s neck, then rubbing at the spot with the backs of his knuckles.

Tom snorts loudly, then breaks into an outright laugh that seems to do little to deter Greg’s evident quest to find the perfect place for a hickey. “So wait a couple years and buy this thing yourself.”

Greg pouts palpably into Tom’s throat. “Tom.”

#tomgreg #so many moons ago like literally december i was like hey princess diaries au #this is sort of that #hes got mia energy #it's not at all like actual princess diaries fwiw #vaguely same universe as the greg is meeting matsson a lot fill

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#and another trailer about a boy who was an artist that i had honestly forgotten about until i came across it on youtube recently

My Top Posts in 2022:

(I posted this earlier in the month, but remembered another point that should be brought up.)

On the 27th of June, let's all DM and @ PONYCANYON_EN on Twitter about the following:

1. The Boueibu LOVE! LOVE! manga which was never completed. It said it was to be continued in the last chapter, but then it wasn't. Will it ever be finished and get a print release?

2. Who to contact to get an English release of the novels and manga? (I tend to suggest it in the Seven Seas survey whenever I come across the link, but there could be a better way.)

3. The game! We want a Switch port, and maybe a PC port! With translations! Bring up #BinanPort! There's so much content in it that's gone since the game's no longer playable!

4. The Happy Kiss shop is broken(?) so that you have to go to the Ponycanyon site, and most of the stuff is no longer listed. Like most of the BluRays/benefits that come with them. (And I just checked the Boueibu LOVE Shop - they no longer have ANY of the BluRays, DVDs, CDs, books, etc listed, only the recent acrylic stands that have passed the order date, some badges, and flags.)

5. Maybe also bring up that a bunch of the Boueibu sites still link to the Ponimaga (manga) site in the footer. They no longer own the domain, so it shouldn't be linked.

Put these in your own words! If lots of us DM and @ them, we're bound to get attention!

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So vampire bite marks are either made with one top canine and the matching bottom, or Lucy is compensating for the size of the children's necks.

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What does Dracula say when trying to buy a used hearse?

"Show me the Carfax!"

28 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

Wanna preface this by saying I'm not anti-Yuno, I don't hate her or any Milgram characters, I just like analyzing characters.

So I know the general consensus is everyone voted Yuno innocent cause her "murder" is supposedly abortion, and there are some who theorize she killed her lovers and that's what she's imprisoned for...

But I have a prediction (and my friend agrees) that Yuno just. Straight up dropped a newborn baby from a few floors up, or abandoned it.

Like maybe Yuno did have abortions previously, but the "I messed up" part of Umbilical is that she waited too long one time (maybe she thought the father was going to support her, but he dipped) and she had to deliver?

36 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I love YouTube's new "most replayed" feature. You can see everyone's priorities are in order.

[ID: Two screenshots of the Crunchyroll upload of Uruu's transformation from Fairy Ranmaru on YouTube, hovering over two points on the peak of what is labeled "most replayed" on the timeline with still frames from those points being previewed. Both frames are at 0:55. The first preview is the close up of Uruu's butt. The second is of his crotch.]

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‎‧₊˚✧ Japanese Resource Masterlist ✧˚₊‧

A little Japanese resource master list mostly for me to keep track. It'll be updated as I find useful books/sites/apps.

Sites

These are a list of websites that have been useful for me over the course of my studying so far. These are just what I found on the internet, or sites that my Japanese teacher/classmates have recommended.

Irodori by The Japan Foundation: I love this so much I think I might make a separate post about it. This is a website that currently has 2 levels (A1 and A2), and teaches Japanese in a situational manner. It has textbooks and a whole array of other resources. I would recommend it if you are someone with any exposure to Japanese.

Lexilogos Japanese Online Keyboard : This is a good online keyboard for Japanese. I find that it is easier for me to use an online keyboard than install a Japanese keyboard, and this one translates the romanized version to Japanese characters. It types Hiragana by default, but you can scroll downwards for easy-to-follow instructions on typing Kanji and Katakana.

Jisho : Life-saving online dictionary. A classic in the Japanese learning community, I'm sure. It's easy to use, and since I'm just a baby learner anyway, I use this every three words. All round great site.

YouTube

A list of YouTube channels that either teach Japanese or are fun to listen to. I don't watch a lot of Japanese youtubers, but I want to, and I figured I might as well start from the ones that are teaching Japanese.

TOMO sensei : This channel has really good test resources for every JLPT level! He's got everything from listening tests, grammar and kanji.

Dogen : Learnt the Japanese pitch-accent from his channel! More of a channel for advice on learning Japanese, he also has a lot of other content about his life in Japan.

Japanese Everyday : She has 8hr videos where she's narrating vocabulary or grammar. Sometimes I just have it running in the background while I do something else.

Comprehensible Japanese : A great channel for listening practice. It's targeted towards complete beginners and intermediate learners, so it's slow, clear diction using simple topics.

Apps

I'm currently swearing by these two apps for Kanji and Vocabulary, both premium versions, and I would strongly recommend if you are looking for something long-term!

Learn Japanese! - Kanji Study by Luli Languages LLC : ₹750 INR for the premium version, one-time only. The one time payment unlocks all the kanji up to JLPT N1. The app itself very barebones and is dedicated solely to Kanji with little to no customization options. Great for people that get distracted easily (me) and is very straightforward. Has a good spaced repetition system that you can increase or decrease in frequency.

Learn Japanese JLPT vocabulary by POAS Apps : ₹430 INR for the premium "forever" version, one-time only. It also provides an option for monthly subscription. Good flashcard system to learn vocab on the go, and to get to know new words quickly.

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People going to see you putting those big two foot by 4 ft blocks in John remillard and you put them in like brakes and stagger and they're going to leave you in the grassy ditch at the airport with a bloodied a******

Zues

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Hera but right it's the right thing to happen and my husband would not be present for the event in any way of course

I've had it with this guy next door although he's right they'll think it's my company and do that kind of stupid s*** then I want to hear about it and no I don't have any Klondike bars and shut up he's asking me if he wants to ask me him what he would do for a Klondike bar now I've had enough of that s*** it's a great commercial and Dan can look like me then who owns Klondike parts he's thinking of knocking him off and selling them all over the place

Anyways this is a weirdest place I've ever been in is very strange deadly dangerous I can't stand it and he's a baby giant. We're going to go around for the rest of our lives pretending we're Giants finally growing up and we should pretend to wear Max that kind of Blue now really I think I'm going to buy this block because he said I'm going to end up in a ditch I'm going to try and f****** out of my information and f*** my s*** up to get information and I'm going to think that it's mine so I don't know what to say it's going to stick together come so hard to come by with a missile launcher and won't do anything like ben Arnold's son with a stinger or something. So we have a little fun here today but no it's true he said that'll probably happen I don't really do anything that does anything like that and I do it all day long you can't tell it's like weird no correlation kind of things that said out loud then wamo something happens maybe sitting there with a block and they be talking about the block so I get that probably higher than to do stuff going to try and put an order in for real maybe soon as you can order it online he thinks but no we have to do it at commercial desk tomorrow or commercial phone on the on the desk at the distributor whatever that is I have no idea what this stuff is and we saw it and we know where to call and we know how much to order and we'll order the material all of it and I have to send it and design no I do an estimate so start to laugh because it's probably stupid says you have to do it by a cross-sectional area and I am not good at that and they say the concrete should stick up a little out of the ground so joints is not exposed to the water constantly it makes sense it says four inches minimum so you have to form up the footer and you have to use bigger wood but we have companies to do that and I know how to estimate damn it send me to pick a system and no not pick my nose I might as well get to it I'm doing nothing

Trump

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Dan

That will delay the opening like the whole project is delaying

Trump

Who the f*** are we doing anything no this building is at a level and we can keep building are we stupid you should take it down parts of the outer level is that the the Crane's slammed it out of level and if they did that big section it's like a shitload of building to take down and we don't care if you came in like a wrecking ball it's not a level and everybody mentions it the never let it open or or let it open it's going to become this huge pyrea

Terry

I can't believe this someone say I can't listen to a man woman and a Cro-Magnon January 6th committee guy what the f*** are you doing on camera your big fat face it was huge you're looking left and right it looks like some sort of caveman like Fred Flintstone not Barney. We're going to get this done we need to order the block there's a few things we can do with it on site like build a little bit of it and see if it works they're willing to drop some off if I actually order it it's not that magical other thing for them so I want to send it along but each block is not cheap I left online and really they aren't that bad it's it's like 30 bucks or something for a smaller block that is still pretty big it's equal to like three regular size blocks which are 8 bucks each or something that's true too these are much more dense they're fireproof they're much stronger and they create a wall that's as strong or stronger than concrete they say it works out to 20,000 PSI wall this cast solid and I tell you my friends that's vault strength and he says much stronger than a bank vault and it's waterproof and it's blast proof if you put an explosive in there and the vault well you know he just want to talk about that if you have an anti-chamber you put an explosive in the roof will blow off it won't blow through the door or blow the walls down and what we're saying is it's very powerful stuff what we're dealing with here and it probably in all the banks

Trump

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Top 14 Pros and Cons of Graphic Designing

There are several types of information available nowadays. Websites and companies are increasingly incorporating movies and visuals to convey information to visitors. Graphic designing is becoming an important aspect of not just the material being consumed, but also how consumers interact with a website. Personal creativity is important in this industry, but it’s also a very competitive sector where finding a brilliant graphic designer can be challenging.

If you’re considering a career as a graphic designer, you should read this article to learn more about the pros and cons of graphic designing.

Pros of graphic designing:

Most graphic design tasks may be completed at home:

If you’re a graphic designer, there are a variety of software programs that will allow you to work from home. After opting it, you can work from home or as a freelancer.

It gives you the opportunity to express your creativity:

Creating a high-quality video for online distribution may be pricey. On the other hand, direct-mail advertising and graphic pictures may hugely influence the people who see them. You have the opportunity to express your underlying principles and ideas in a visual style as you discover your creative side.

Aesthetic appeal is added by graphic design:

You may use graphic design to improve any message as long as the pictures match the page’s aesthetic, the organization’s mission, and the call to action is presented. It’s enjoyable to add new typefaces or sophisticated visual effects to an image just because it “looks good,” but that doesn’t imply the message will get through.

It holds the viewer’s attention:

Because visual components naturally capture the eye, you may utilize them to direct people’s attention to the most essential aspects of your page, email, marketing campaign, or other material. People who are drawn to a powerful graphic design will also examine all of the material that surrounds that design.

Graphic design gives structure:

A good visual structure is essential for every kind of media. It enables individuals to follow the information from beginning to end in order to obtain a comprehensive message. People may ignore content, stop viewing videos, or even ignore the value proposition offered by a website if it lacks great graphic design.

Cons of graphic designing:

People immediately appraise the quality of your material based on the images:

When the material is being digested in textual format, the average visitor will normally access the content for 10-30 seconds before reaching a judgment about it.

Expectations and reality might be extremely different:

People bring preconceived beliefs to every environment they meet. There’s no getting past the fact that everyone has a personal prejudice. When graphic designs are subjected to this bias, the difference between what someone expects to see and what they actually see can be significant.

Graphic design must be changed on a regular basis:

The sole exception to this regulation is any branding that you or your company may have. Brands convey a timeless message. All of the other graphic design components must be updated on a regular basis to ensure that the visual effect remains current and relevant.

Large graphic files might slow down the loading of a website:

You should avoid utilizing graphics with huge file sizes because this will lengthen the time visitors must wait for their website to load. Modern speed requirements are roughly a second, which means that most images should be under 100kb in size.

Too many images may make text appear crowded:

This is especially true for visuals that are bright or feature imagery that is considered distracting. If it’s a GIF on a blog page, having one dancing baby may be nice. People will leave your site if there are dozens of dancing infants in the footer that continue to play on every page they visit.

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generalcircus · 2 years

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The Perfect Male Height

"How tall are you?" Ah yes. The age old question. The physical feat SO important that specific requirements for it grace the Tinder bios of seemingly every hot girl in America. Height. And when it comes to making your case for attractiveness, men... you better have it right.

Any guy who has ever swiped through Tinder knows the drill. You come across a profile of some gorgeous girl… She’s athletic, fashion forward, and seems to spend most of her weekends jet setting across the globe like some skipping stone playing tag with the continents. So you scroll through her pics, stopping briefly to stare at the one of her in a skimpy bikini before making your way to that ever so unoriginal bio that you've read a thousand times before.

After brief paragraphs mentioning how adventurous they are, their love of trying new foods, a warning about their sarcasm, and an FYI that they will never love you as much as they love their dog, you finally get to the bullet points. Oh god.

Sagittarius

Wine

Coffee

Brunch

Travel

Music

Fitness

Hiking

Laughing

Living

Adventures

Old Soul

Reading

Yoga

Family

Friends

Farmers Markets

Cute Dates

Independent

Hopeless Romantic

Honesty

Loyalty

Spring

Summer

Fall

Winter

Blah blah BLAH blah blah. And then comes the inevitable. That last bullet point they strategically place at the bottom of their match making grocery list. The "oh by the way". The last thing they want you to see before swiping left or right. Their requirement for height...

Yep. You knew it was coming. But your heart sinks nonetheless. "Fuckin bullshit" you mumble to yourself as you ponder whether or not she would notice the difference between 6' and 5' 8". It just sucks. What's a little fella have to do to get a decent girl these days? Well I wish I had the answer for you circus attractions, but I on the other hand never have to worry about picking restaurants based on whether or not they have highchairs. I'm 6' 3". And if you're wondering how awesome life is up here, mind your own business. Knowing the view I have 24/7 would just depress you anyway.

So what is the perfect height? Well I'd say it's 6' 3", and not because I just happen to be a gentleman of that stature. 6' 3" is the perfect height because you're not short, yet you're not TOO tall. And you're not right on the edge of being 6 feet tall like those frauds who are 6' - 6' 1". A guy in this range dips below the 6' mark every time he steps in a pothole. Nobody wants to be that guy. I'd rather be 5' 10" - 5' 11" and the king of the kitty pool instead of struggling to stay afloat in the deep end. Being a tall 5 footer is like being a superstar in the minor leagues. Sure it's the minors, but you still get first pick of all the farm club jersey chasers and best seats on the coach bus.

In addition to not being short, at 6' 3" you're also not too tall which is important. Once you start getting into skyscraper range, that height starts to come with deformities that make you less desirable to women. You know those dudes, the slender man looking weirdos who are like 6' 10" - 6' 11" and wobble around like baby giraffes trying to walk for the first time. They usually have deformed faces with big bony noses and bulging foreheads, and they die when they're like 35 because their heart has already put in a full life's work. Once you get too tall, most women are either off the table or standing on one just to get their face in the same area code as yours.

So with that being said, without further ado I present to you the perfect male height...

6' 3"

Update your bios, ladies.

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Baby, I'm Jealous — Bang Chan

[ Requested ]

COUPLE: Bang Chan x M!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, Slight Angst, Smut

WARNINGS: Size kink, breeding, dumbification, stomach bulge, manhandling, blowjob, cum swallowing, slutshaming, rimming, degradation, spanking, hyung kink, thigh fucking, jealous sex, cockwarming, spicy and nasty, Chan will be a lot more taller than how he is while you're a smol baby

SUMMARY: You and Bang Chan have been unofficially dating for 3 years and this time, he wanted to propose to you to be your official boyfriend...but luck seems to not be on his side when he sees you with another man.

( P.S. The amount of warning in this fic is 👁️👄👁️. Y E S! This has I think 8k words and just a smol bb x tall giant kind of fic. Enjoy :))

P.P.S. big x small means..? ehe 😏)

"Happy anniversary, baby," Chan shouted as he took his shoes off and entered your house, seeing your smaller form running towards him with a huge smile. Chan smiled widely, reciprocating yours, and bent down a little so you could reach for his neck to hug him. "Have you been eating vegetables lately? I've noticed how you've grown a little."

"Hey. You may be a 6'3" footer but I can still beat your ass on Tekken. Besides, that'd give much of an advantage of kicking your balls if you ever plan to be a jerk," you stated with a joking tone, chuckling soon after before you hopped and wrapped your legs around Chan's waist, the other immediately putting one arm on your bottom to support you, the other arm busy holding a box of cake.

Although you're officially an adult, your height and face seems to not be coordinated with your age. You have what most people call these days a 'baby face', standing at a height of 5'3", which makes you real small next to Chan who stands at 6'3". Some people even mistake you two as siblings which you always sassily answered with a 'No. I suck his dick', when in fact you still haven't.

You and Chan, other than going on dates and casual hanging out, never experimented more. You never took a bath together or even slept in the same house, which was always a bother for Chan since he always had to take a cab to go home. In other words, you took the term 'unofficial boyfriends' literally. You never did anything like a real couple would do, although, Chan's been acting quite more of a 'real' boyfriend unlike before...just like today.

"Okay, okay. Why don't we eat the cake I bought first before anything else happens," Chan stated with a wide smile, his eyes turning into crescents as his dimples appeared on his cheeks, making you poke it before nodding eagerly, wanting to eat the cake.

"Cake? Yes! You're amazing, Channie," you celebrated as you pecked the other's cheeks, pulling away with a huge smile before you slowly hopped off of his body then walked towards the kitchen where Chan followed you. "I actually made lasagna, in case you wanted some. I know how much you love it. And it's also our anniversary and then.." you trailed off as you looked back, widening your eyes upon the bouquet he was holding. It was a combination of white camellias and white roses, your favorites. Chan remembers and he always will.

You gasped and grabbed it gently as he offered it to you, making you smile, pulling it close to your chest. "Where did you get these? I didn't see you enter the house bringing one," you stated as you sniffed the scent of the newly arranged bouquet and hugged the other after you placed the bunch of flowers ensembled in pink and white heavy wrapping paper on the table. "You're so sweet, Channie. I'm pretty sure that anyone will fall in love with you. And whoever gets to marry you will surely be lucky."

Although you said that in a cheery tone, the other male could see how distressed your eyes looked. Chan neared you and wrapped his arms around you before he kissed the top of your head with ease, making you pout as you hugged him back. "It's our anniversary today. No negativity, no others. Why don't we eat instead? The food might get cold if we don't eat it immediately," he stated as he let go of you and placed the cake on top of the table, taking the cheesecake outside the box and placed it on top, using the box as a cake stand.

However, you could see how Chan's hands shook uncontrollably, as if he was holding back something, holding back a secret he needed to tell you. So, you held his hand and looked at him worriedly, the other male turning his face towards you with a fake smile. "Chris, I can sense that there's something wrong. Is something the matter? What's going on? You seem a bit preoccupied. Do you have something else to do?"

"What? No, no. I'm not. I'll be spending time with you, babe. And, no. There's nothing you should be worried of. Yeah, everything's fine," Chan stated as he looked away from you and wandered his eyes off, not directly staring into yours. You concluded that maybe Chan was hiding something but if he didn't want to tell you, why pry further?

"Weary eyes, no eye-contact, and sweaty and shaky hands. You're clearly lying and I know you're hiding something, BUT I'm not forcing you to tell me. I'm just telling you that if you ever need to talk to someone, you know I'll be here. Besides, we're also friends, y'know?" You assured the other before finally removing your hand from his, Chan immediately missing the warmth your hand radiated on his. "Let's eat."

As you two began to eat, besides the casual glances and Chan offering you food and you doing the same to him, it was clear as day that the atmospehere had grown cold and awkward yet you didn't know what to say nor what to do to a probably sulking Chan. You never saw Chan this sullen before, unless he was disappointed at his music pieces(which are actually always good, so you always wonder why he considers something good as horrible). You two were currently eating the lasagna and cake yet no one bothered to initiate a conversation, not even a small hello or about what happened to you that day.

Usually, Chan would be sitted next to you, but now he was sitted in front of you, which you didn't oppose to since you get to see Chan up close but you just weren't used to it. At all times, he'd always ask about your day while you blabber away, talking about your day while he listens to you attentively with an amused and loving smile, humming once in a while to indicate that he was listening to you.

By chance, has he found the person he wants to be more dedicated to? You thought, making you stop chewing as you looked up at the male who was busy looking down at his food. The thought of being left alone by Chan would probably be heartbreaking for you since you were used to always seeing Chan, but you knew this day would come so you won't stop him.

You were sure that Chan was already suffocated by the deafening silence and so were you yet you didn't want to make your situation worse by saying something insensitive or anything weird. Your mind was filled with thoughts of Chan leaving you that your hands became clammy and did what you had to do. "Hey," you called out after you swallowed the piece of lasagna Chan had cut for you.

Chan, mid-chew, looked up from his food towards you and blinked twice, confused why you suddenly called him out with no names. Were you angry? Disappointed? No, not when he was planning to propose to you tomorrow that noon. His mind was fogged about possible things he had to do tomorrow but he wanted to make it a surprise. In fact, he was nervous about asking you to be his 'official' boyfriend. You shouldn't be disappointed with him, not today, not ever. "What's wrong, M/N?" Chan asked as he placed his fork down and looked down at you, placing all of his attention towards you who had a worried look, a frown decorated on your lips as you looked up at him. "M/N?"

"You're really tall compared to me and very talented. Don't deny it. But sometimes, I wonder why you always fail to show me your true feelings. You don't have to hide anything from me," you stated as you stood up from your seat and leaned to reach Chan's cheeks, cupping them in your hands and slightly pulled him towards you to make him look at your eyes. "I hope you're not doubting me or something. I'm a person you can trust."

"I-I..."

"Why don't we call this a day, hm? We can finish the food and then you can go home. I'm guessing someone's waiting for you at home?" You asked before smiling widely with a chuckle and detached your hands from his cheeks. Chan raised a brow at your statement but brushed it off as he looked down in disappointment.

"But, it's our anniversary," Chan retorted which made you giggle before you sat back on your chair, the other not expecting your next choice of words.

"Don't put too much effort in it nor to me, our relationship isn't even real. We're not even really real, so don't take 'us' seriously," you stated before you two were once again enveloped in a thick and deafening silence.

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The next day, you woke up to the sound of your alarm with puffy cheeks and red eyes after you've cried yourself to sleep last night. Both you and Chan knew what you had between you two was nothing but a mere 'practice' relationship you had thought of just so you could have a knowledge of what it feels to be in a relationship, considering how you never had a boyfriend before and Chan has already had a series of toxic and breaking relationships.

You two met on Grindr a few years back and you decided to meet up with Chan who immediately said 'yes'. You had no clue how Chan even looked like so imagine the shock on your face when you finally saw how much of a tall giant Chan was standing next to you but that didn't stop you and him. You clicked immeidately maybe because you two were just the same age and because of your common interests, like chicken and music.

You explained how you decided to go to Grindr and so did Chan, he told you how he wanted to find a much better person for him. In fact, he was bisexual but leaned more into men so he was more than happy when you agreed to meet up with him. How your whole existence shined brightly in Chan's eyes made him interested in you and maybe, that's how you two decided to have a 'practice' relationship.

And guess what? That 'practice' relationship has been going on for three years now...and it seems like you're falling for Chan whom you assumed has already found someone he wants to commit his whole life to (which was you but you're dense and too caught up in your own presumptions that you never considered that it was you).

You sighed as you sat up on your bed and fixed your messy, magpie nest-like hair with a hair brush. You moved and put your fluffy slippers on as you moved towards your vanity table, placing the hair brush back on its place and yawned as you stretched your arms and shook a little to get your systems more alive.

You smacked your lips together before finally moving towards the bathroom to brush your teeth first. After you had brushed your teeth, you got your towel from the rack and moved towards the shower to take a bath.

Finally, after you had took a bath and dried yourself off with your white towel, you moved towards your closet where the clothes you chose to wear for today was already prepared. Ah, that's right. Chan bought this for me. You rememebered before your whole brain was occupied with the thoughts of Chan being happy with another person. You never realized how much time you've spent holding onto the outfit, only then did you blink when you heard your phone alarm. "It's not even a work day."

You stated before you turned it off with a tap on your phone and changed into your clothes. You were wearing a white, button up long sleeves, a beige v-collar vest on top of it, the collars of your button up exposed, both vest and long sleeves tucked in on the blue shorts you were wearing that stopped above your knees. As for your footwear, you wore white plain flat sneakers, wearing ankle socks that complemented your shoes and skintone well. You fixed your hair with some wax, making it look tousled yet textured for a complete look. You checked yourself out first on your body mirror before heading downstairs to get your brown sling bag where your wallet was.

Forgetting your phone, you went back up to get your phone and pocketed it inside your sling bag, not bothering to check your notifications. You locked your house and finally walked towards the first place that came to mind. The nearest ice cream parlour where you always buy your favorite waffle-ice cream sandwich. You loved it there. So, without thinking twice you headed there with a wide smile, unintentionally forgetting about Chan.

You walked towards the parlor as you hummed a happy tune, a song that you heard yesterday but couldn't quite remember the title. You smiled at some other people you knew and greeted as you traveled to your destination. Just a few minutes later, you arrived at the parlor and entered the parlor, the bell ringing as you opened the glass door.

You entered the parlor with a wide smile, sniffing the sweet scent of ice cream and waffles that enveloped the whole area. You walked towards the counter and tapped on the bell, ringing it which made one of the employees look at you. They smiled and neared you as they stood behind the cash register. "Good morning, sir. The usual?"

You nodded as you handed the employee your card before they swiped it and gave it back to you with a smile. "I always see you here work. It must be a great job then," you initiated as you grabbed your card from them. The place was still quiet since it was still a bit early. "I admire your hard work."

"Thank you. It's not much of a stable job but it has a good pay and this is very near to my home," they answered as they wore disposable gloves then moved towards the glass which displayed the series of ice cream flavors, making your mouth water as they took two hot waffles and placed 3 scoops of strawberry ice cream on top of one waffle before putting the other waffle on top, putting it on a plastic wrapper before drizzling it with some chocolate syrup. "Here you go, sir."

"Thank you! I'll enjoy the food and here's a tip," you stated as you grabbed some money from your wallet and gave it to the person, smiling widely before walking towards the exited and walked towards the park where you always spend time when you just want to clear your mind and just relax.

You were busy eating the waffle-ice cream sandwich as you walked towards the park and smiling as you savored the taste on your taste buds, liking the way it all blended in. "Heaven," you muttered as you hurried your pace, wanting to finally find a bench at the park.

When you arrived, the park was already a bit packed with people but luckily you found an empty bench and sat down before you began eating your waffle-ice cream sandwich again. You watched as kids played, laughing and chuckling when they went to you at times. There were also dogs that were enjoying the place, running about and playing fetch with their owners. "Uhm, hello."

You looked beside you and saw a male scratching the back of his neck, carrying a camera. You gasped and then stood up as you smiled apologetically at the male. "Oh my. I didn't know this bench was taken—"

"Oh no, no. It's not. I was actually wondering if I could take a picture of you. How you sit there with a wide smile as you eat your snack radiates a lot of sunshine and happiness. I wanted to capture it for my photography class," the male said as he pointed at his camera, smiling shyly as he looked away.

"It's okay. But you gotta make sure it'll have a good mark, m'kay?" You joked before you laughed and nodded at the male who laughed as well before finally taking a picture of you as you ate your favorite food

"Got it. Thank you," he stated before he started to look around, probably for a place to sit. Noticing that, you gobbled up the last bite of your snack and patted the spot next to you then smiled up at the male. "Come here. Sit with me. I could really use a company."

The male sat beside you and sighed as he scrolled through his pictures on his DSLR Camera, smiling once in a while when he finds something that he captured cute or beautiful. Growing curious, you neared him and looked at the screen, having to stand up because of your small stature. You opened your mouth in awe as you gasped, shocking the male. "Wow! Your takes are beautiful!"

You stated out loud, not realizing how close your face was to the other one's who blushed hard as he looked away and covered his ears after placing his camera down on his lap. "R-Right. Thank you. You're really jolly and I like how you're really easy to go with."

"Of course! Everyone needs a friend. Oh, we can exchange numbers if you'd like," you stated as you unlocked your phone and opened your 'Add Contacts' before giving it to the other male who gave you his phone as well. "Ah, by the way, my name's M/N, what's yours?" You asked as you input your number on the phone, labelling it as 'waffle-ice cream'.

The male smiled before he handed you back your phone, you doing this same. "I'm Minho, but usually people call me Lee Know," he stated as he looked at your contact info, chuckling at your nickname before he looked back at you. "Waffle-ice cream?"

"Yep! And you changed your nickname to 'camera babe', too. Have your friends ever tell you you were conceited?" You asked the male who shrugged before chuckling and locked his phone and kept his phone inside his coat's pocket. "Let's get ice cream together sometimes," you stated as you placed your phone inside your sling bag.

"Sure! I'll—" he was interrupted when you both heard your phone ring, making you groan. "Uhm, your phone's ringing."

You just rolled your eyes and clicked the lock button immediately, not bothering to see what it was. "It was nothing, just an alarm I guess," you answered before focusing back on Minho who was suspicious of you but shook it off.

Meanwhile, at the other side of the park, stood Chan, phone near his ears as he witnessed how you ended the call. He couldn't quite hear what you two were talking about and what you said but he was clearly angry at how you were so close with some man.

Minutes ago, he picked up the custom ring he ordered from a ring shop so he could finally show it to you. Oh, scratch that, so he could finally propose to you to be his boyfriend and letting him witness this has made his blood boil as he clenched his fists.

With furrowed brows and heavy steps, he approached you two and gritted his teeth once he saw how you let the other man hold your thigh. How dare he. He thought before he fully neared you and grabbed your arm, making you gasp as you stood up and looked up at the person.

There, appeared an angered Chan who was staring at you wildly as he looked down at you, towering over your figure before he loosened his grip on your arm. "Let's go home."

"Chan?! What are you doing here?" You asked the male who just stared at you, eyes full of wrath as he offered his hand to you. You looked at it before you held onto it and sighed, looking at Minho. "I'll see you when I can, Minho."

You two walked away from Minho as you waved goodbye, frowning. Chan's strides were already enough to tire you out. "Slow down, Chan. If you've forgotten, I'm smaller than you. You have long legs while I don't," you joked before you two approached Chan's car and he hasn't said a single word. "Channie?"

You flinched as Chan held the shotgun seat's door open for you, making you look down before you entered the shotgun seat while Chan occupied the driver's seat before he finally drove off with a scowl on his face. "Chan, is something wrong? I get the feeling that you're pent up or something."

"No. Let's not talk. Wait until we arrive at your house."

You furrowed your eyeborws at him and just crossed your arms as you frowned and slumped on your seat. The whole ride to your house was enveloped in awkward silence and you could feel how tense the atmosphere was.

Chan parked his car and exited the car, making you quiver at how hard he pushed the car door. He walked towards the shotgun seat's door and opened it for you, making you step outside as you looked up at Chan who had a scowl evident on his face. "Channie—"

"Get. Inside."

You whimpered before you walked towards your house's door and unlocked it, entering your house with Chan trailing behind you. The other closed the door behind him and walked towards you as he hugged you tightly. "Chan, what's wrong?"

"You belong to me, M/N. Only mine," Chan stated as he bent his knees a little bit and kissed the crown of your head, making you smile. "But I guess you forgot who you belong to, huh?"

You knew that tone. You knew he was going to do something to that, and maybe you were anticipating it as well. You held onto his arm and looked up at him before he stood back up. "Chan—"

"Shut up, bitch."

You widened your eyes as you watched Chan carry you on his shoulder easily, your torso on his back as he walked towards the stairs to get to your room. Something inside you was bubbling with the thought of Chan dominating you and that made your cock twitch, hoping the other didn't feel it on his chest. "Ch-Channie.."

"That's not my name, pet," he stated before he finally reached your bedroom and opened the door, throwing you on the bed gently before you felt the bed dip as he hovered over you with a huge smirk on his face. "Call me 'hyung', instead."

"Hyung..?" You stated before Chan chuckled deeply as he held the hem of your vest, the one Chan bought for you and used it to tie you to your head post.

"Shit, just hearing you call me hyung is making my cock twitch, baby," he stated as he dipped his head onto your neck and began nipping on it, making you whimper at the sensation as you tilted your neck to give him more access. "I'm gonna mark you everywhere and fuckin' make you mine until it reaches your brain that you're only mine."

You gasped loudly when Chan suddenly bit on your neck and sucked, a hickey appearing before he pulled away and unbuttoned your long sleeves, pushing the flaps aside before he started to roam his hand on your torso, making you let out a breathy moan as you rubbed your legs together, trying to create some friction on your hardening cock. "Hyung, your hands feel amazing."

Chan hummed before he slowly leaned towards your chest and latched his lips on your erect buds, making you let out a loud moan as you clenched your hands into a fist, not knowing where to hold as you hands were tied to the headpost. "I want to feel you, hyung. Please untie me."

"No," he answered sternly before he began to suck on your nipples again as he played with the other, flicking and pinching it once in a while, the sensation making you moan loudly as you curled your toes in pleasure. You grinded your crotch on his thigh as you whimpered, making Chan smirk before moving towards your other nipple. "You're feeling this, huh? Just by playing with your sensitive nipples, you're already hard. What a fucking slut."

Chan grinded his leg onto your crotch, making you gasp as you bucked your hips at a fast pace. "Hyung, that feels so good~," you moaned as you felt Chan suck on your chest, leaving trails of kisses and sucked as he did, leaving red and purple marks and love bites before he moved upwards and watched your reactions as he grinded his knee on your crotch. "Hyung~."

Chan smirked before attacking your neck with love bites, creating dark marks that were sure to be visible even if you try to cover it with your collar. He wanted to let everyone know who you belong to and that's him. "You're mine, M/N. Not anyone else's. Got that, bitch?" Chan growled as he nipped on your lobe before leaving a hickey just below it, making you curl your toes in pleasure as you closed your eyes shut and let out a loud moan, cumming in your pants as you threw your head back.

You panted as you watched Chan slowly back away and stared at your body, covered in love bites and dark purple marks. Your eyes filled with lust, cheeks tinted red as you stared up at the other. He loved the masterpiece he created, which was you. Humming, Chan placed two of his fingers to your lips and tapped it, making you open your mouth as you let his fingers roam inside your mouth. You closed your mouth and began to suck on his fingers like a lollipop, Chan graoning as you sucked on it needily. "Hm. Just like that, M/N. Get them nice and wet or it'll hurt if I insert it inside your virgin fuckhole," he growled as he undid your shorts and pulled them down completely, leaving you in your soiled boxers. "Fucking slut. You came just from getting your nipples sucked?"

You moaned at his words before Chan suddenly inserted his fingers further inside your mouth, making you choke as you pull on your restraints. "Fuck, I think it would've been better if it was my cock you were choking on," he stated before he pulled his fingers out and pulled your boxers down, inserting one finger inside your hole. You winced at the sudden intrusion and watched as the other began trailing kisses on your stomach down to your crotch, making you whimper as he neared your cock. "Fuck, look at you. Already hard again? Think you can cum ten times in a row?"

"Wh-What? Th-That's absurd....I can't do that," you answered as you watched Chan look up at you and chuckled, thrusting his middle finger inside you that made you moan as you placed your legs around his muscly back. "Hyung, h-hurry.."

Chan chuckled deeply before he thrusted another finger in, making you groan as you clenched on his fingers. "Ah! Fuck, so good~! Mhm.." you moaned as you curled your toes in pleasure, the other smirking at your cute reactions before he began to place kisses on your inner thighs, making you giggle once in a while at how ticklish it was.

Suddenly, a sharp and loud gasp emitted from you as you arched your back when Chan curled his fingers inside your hole, hiting the bundle of nerves that made you see stars. "AH! CHANNIE~! Wh-What was that?" You asked the other who began to thrust his fingers, not forgetting to brush against your prostate that made you moan loudly.

"You really are a fucking virgin," Chan stated before he inserted another finger inside your wet hole and began thrusting at a fast pace. "Fuck, I can't wait to fuck this hole," he smirked as he began to lap on your hole, making you scream in pleasure as you stuck his head in between your thighs that made Chan hum, liking the way your juicy thighs hugged him.

"Ah! Your tongue..ah, it feels so good—hngh! AH! HYUNG, HYUNG! Wait, slow down," you told the other as you tried to pull away from Chan but to no avail. You couldn't help but let out loud wanton moans as you began to fuck yourself on his fingers and tongue, hoping to find release as you felt that familiar coil in your stomach. "C-Close.."

Hearing that, Chan moved away from your hole, his fingers still inside your hole as he thrusted and spread them to stretch your hole, before wrapping his lips around your small cock that swayed as you fucked yourself on his fingers. "Ah! N-No~hyungg—HAH!" You moaned loudly as Chan pressed against your prostate and began sucking your dick at a fast pace. "W-Wait, hyung! I'm getting close! Pull away, Chan. Wait!"

But Chan never listened to you as he began sucking faster on your cock, making you gasp as the immense pleasure brought tears to your eyes, dripping down towards your cheeks as you let shaky breaths. Then, you let out choked moans as you bucked your hips into Chan's mouth before letting out a loud scream as you came inside his mouth.

Chan hummed as he swallowed your cum, making you blush as you looked away and panted. The other male pulled away from your dick and retracted his fingers from your hole, making you frown at the emptiness. Chan moved up towards you and untied your hands before kissing your teary eyes and turned you around to your stomach.

Before you could even register everything, you heard the sound of unzipping so you looked back and watched as Chan pulled his large schlong out from his boxer shorts. You widened your eyes at that and blushed as you looked away. Not only was he larger than you by height, he was also larger than you in cock size. "Tighten your thighs, bitch. I'm gonna fuck your thighs."

Chan inserted his dick between your thigh as you pushed them together, the other groaning at how good your thighs choked his erect dick. "Fuck," he cursed as he started to thrust his dick in between your thighs, making you moan every time his huge cock brushed against your smaller one.

Your cock wasn't half the size of the other's and you were for sure it was because he was taller and muscular than you. "Y-You're cock's so big, hyung. I-I don't think—"

"Bitches don't talk, pet. Shut up and take what I give you," Chan stated through gritted teeth as he began to fuck your thighs at a needy pace, you moaned as he did. "Fuck, your smaller cock is making me horny. Everything about you is so small compared to me, makes you look very fragile."

You blushed at his confession before you felt him hover your back and held onto your smaller hands, his hand larger than yours which made you smile at how it fit into your. "Channie, I-I trust you. If it's..you..I don't mind if it's you. I want you to feel good."

"Of course you do. A shitty fuckdoll like you would want to make me feel good. That's your duty, little bitch," Chan stated before he pulled his cock away from your thighs and brushed his tip against your puckered hole. You gasped as you looked back and saw how Chan licked his lips as he removed his clothes, making you do the same to your button-up.

You looked back at the pillows and whimpered as you felt his tip still against your hole. "P-Please be gentle, hyung. This is my first time."

"You have no say in this slut and didn't I tell you not to speak? Bratty fuck," he growled before he landed a slap on your ass, making you scream as your torso fell down on the mattress. "What? Can't fuckin' take it?!" Chan stated before spanking your ass again, making you whimper as you took a pillow and bit on it as tears traveled down your cheeks.

"Hy-Hyung, i-it hurts."

"It's supposed to hurt, slut. This is a fucking punishment for not listening to me," Chan stated, venom laced in his tone as he landed another slap on your ass cheek before following another one to your other cheek, his slaps were so hard that you could already feel the imprint of his hand on your ass. "I'm going to show you who you belong to, M/N. You belong to me, not to that fucking camera guy."

You couldn't comprehend well what he said as you continued to moan at his slaps on your ass, saliva dripping down the corners of your mouth. Seconds later, the spanking had ceased, making you sigh in relief before you felt the tip of his cock against your hole begin to enter slowly before pulling back. "Hyung, what are you doing? Put it in.."

"Dirty sluts like you don't deserve my cock, bitch. You should be thrown away in a dumpster with the label 'cockslut'," Chan stated as he chuckled maniacally, making you frown at his words before you felt him gently carress your ass cheeks, spreading them widely as he watched your hole clench on nothing. "Do you want my cock, bitch?"

"Y-Yes, hyung. Please," you stated as you wiggled your ass towards him and whimpered.

"I need more than just that, M/N. I don't think you deserve it," Chan stated before he smirked as he watched you turn to your back and spread your legs as you looked up at him, placing your fingers on your hole and stretched them as you blushed, making Chan's cock twitch as he watched you.

"Please fuck me, hyung. I deserve your cock..I-I want you to fuck me, I want to feel tour big cock inside me, hyung," your words stated but that didn't seem to faze the other, so you looked up at his eyes and licked your lips as you let out a shaky breath. "I want you to ruin me, rearrange my guts, Chan. Please fuck me, Channie. I want your cock."

Hearing you say his name like that made him growl before he placed your legs around his hips and pulled you close before he entered his tip in, making you grit your teeth as you bit on your tongue your hands latching onto the pillow under your head. "F-Fuck, so fucking tight, huh, slut? Guess you've never been used before?"

"Y-Yes, hyung. I'm new and I-I want you to fuck me 'til my legs give out," you stated with a lewd tone before the other suddenly thrusted his whole cock inside your hole. "Ah! Fuck! Chan! That hurts! Pull it out," you stated as tears began to travel down your cheeks, sobs leaving your mouth as you fisted the sheets beneath you.

"S-Sorry, kitten. I don't think I can hold back. The way you're seducing me...it's enticing," Chan stated before he leaned in and kissed your cheeks, travelling down towards your collar bone to distract you from the pain.

"Hyung," you called out to the other before you began roaming your hands around his muscular body, amused by how built he was from all that workout sessions. "You're...so hot," you unknowingly stated as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer towards you, liking the way his sweaty body was flushed against yours. "Y-You can move now."

To test the waters, Chan slowly pulled out before he inserted his length inch by inch inisde your hole, making you moan while he grunted at how amazing your velvety walls clenched around his cock. "Fuck, get ready, baby. You're in for a ride."

You bit your bottom lip before you felt Chan thrust his whole length inside your hole, making you howl out loud as you pulled Chan closer towards you, your toes curling in pleasure as loud gasps and erotic moans escape your mouth from how ecstatic you were feeling as of the moment. "F-Fuck..mhmm.."

Chan began thrusting at a normal pace before he gradually increased his thrusts, holding your hips tightly as he fucked your hole mercilessly. "You fucking bitch. This fucking hole belongs to me, only to me. Got that, pet?" Chan stated as he thrusted deeper that you could already feel it in your stomach.

"Mhm..hah.." you mumbled out as you threw your head back in pleasure at Chan's thrusts, hitting your prostate spot-on as he thrusted into your hole at a wild pace, as if he needed it. "Ye—AH! FUCK! Y-Yesh..belong..to..hyungiee~!" You moaned out loud, too lost in a daze as you felt yourself succumb to the pleasure. "Y-Ye..."

"That's right. I can only see you like this, fucking bitch! Your everything belongs to me," Chan stated as he thrusted deep into you, making you see stars as you fell back on the bed and rolled your eyes to the back of your head as you fisted the sheets, a loud moan eliciting from your mouth as drool dripped down the corners of your mouth. "Holy fuck, you look so lewd right now, M/N. Your body's so sensitive that a simple touch can turn you on."

You had your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you continued to moan at how unrelenting his pace was. "Ah! Ah! Hnngh—AH! C...comingg~" The continuous abuse on your prostate made you see white as you let out a loud scream and came on your stomach the third time as you arched your back beautifully. "Mm.."

Although you already came, Chan's pace never ceased and wavered. Tears began to trickle down your cheeks at the overstimulation as you tried to push Chan away, to no avail. You were already weak as you slumped back on the bed before you felt his cock grow bigger inside you. "Y-You...bigger..Ah! S-slow down..hngg.."

Chan looked down at your stomach and smirked at how his cock bulged against it, the outline evident as he thrusted harder and deeper inside you. He used one hand to press on your stomach, making you moan as you felt his cock against your stomach while Chan grunted as he felt how your hole suffocated his cock, liking the way you clenched around him. "Fuck, baby. Look, my cock's reached your stomach."

"S-so biig~. Y-yes, ah..." you smiled lewdly as you used both hands to rub on your stomach, making Chan moan as he thrusted wildly into your hole. "AH!"

"I'm gonna fucking cum inside you, slut. I'm gonna breed you and fuck your hole until it takes the shape of my cock. You're happy aren't you, you little cockwhore?" Chan stated as you nodded, not able to form any coherent words as blabbers and moans exited from your mouth. "You're a fucking cumslut, aren't you? You want my cum inside you? You want me to fucking cum inside you, don't you?"

"Y-Yeshh, pleasee~" You moaned as you clenched around his dick and bucked your hips along to Chan's place before you felt that coil inside your stomach again. "Ch-channiee, I want to cuuum~" You moaned loudly as you began to jerk yourself off. Before you could even comprehend it, Chan had leaned down to kiss your lips, inserting his tongue into your wet cavern as he sucked on your tongue and swirled his tongue on yours.

You kissed back, rather amateurly, as you pulled Chan closer towards you to deepen the kiss, retracting your hand from your cock. Chan groaned into the kiss as you fisted his hair, Chan beginning to fuck your hole at a fast pace as you clenched around his cock. Chan pulled away as he gritted his teeth and kissed your forehead before he leaned towards your ear to whisper. "I'm gonna cum, M/N. Shit."

You moaned at his words before you nodded and watched as he backed away from your body and placed his hands back onto your hips tightly as he thrusted sloppily, chasing his high to finally cum inside the depths of your tight hole. "Take all of my seeds, you fucking cumslut!" He shouted as he stilled his movements, making you cum on your stomach as you moaned loudly, clenching on the other's dick as he came inside you with a loud groan.

He emptied his seeds inside your hole, filling you to the brim as some of his cum dripped down your ass. "Fuck, it feels so good inside you, M/N," he stated as he thrusted a few more times to ride out his high, making you whimper. Chan smiled before he pulled you towards him and sat down on the bed, his cock still buried inside your hole.

You both panted as you hugged his neck, your mind trying to regain vision of the reality. "M/N?" He called out to you as he placed his chin on your head while you buried your face onto his neck, nipping onto it before sucking leaving hickeys as you slumped on his body. "You good?"

You answered with silence as you hugged him tighter. "You know, I didn't mean anything I said...I mean, if you're offended..I'm sorry."

You smiled as you shook your head, finally back in the right state of mind and pulled away from his neck before you held his cheeks in your palms and chuckled. "I know, Channie. Besides, I liked it. Contradicts to your whole 'kind' boyfriend material label," you joked before slumping onto his chest as he grabbed some wet tissues from your vanity table, using them to wipe away your cum on your stomach. "Thanks."

"Of course, baby," he stated before he placed a kiss on your forehead, lingering a bit before he pulled away. You looked up at him and raised your right hand to his lips, tracing along his bottom lip as you blushed hard. "Is there something wrong?"

"No, no. I was just shocked that you kissed me on my lips. We never really..uhm..went as far as to kiss each other on the lips...and have sex too," you stated as you blushed hard, your whole face turning beet red as you hid your face on his chest, making the other chuckle as he hugged you closer. "I mean, isn't this just a practice relationship?"

"What?" Chan asked in disbelief as his smile turned into a frown as you hugged him. "After what we did, you still consider this as 'practice'?" He asked you with a scowl on his face before he watched as you pulled away from his chest.

You furrowed your eyes in confusion before you frowned as well and looked away, hands still wrapped around his nape. "Why are you getting so angry when I'm just saying truth? Besides, we're not even in a real relationship."

Now, that somehow triggered something inside of Chan. You were right. What gives him the right to be jealous when in the first place he swore to never commit his time to another person. But everytime he sees your million dollar smile and how your eyes sparkled every time he did something for you, when it's you, he won't hesitate to consider. His heart beats fast every time he sees your small figure approach him with a wide smile on your face, how you cling to him like a koala, how you're just adorable and lovable; the reasons why he loves you.

This practice relationship, he wanted it to be real between you two. "I'm just really disappointed that I have planned a lot of activities for us today and maybe, seeing you with another person made me a bit jealous."

"Well, stop. Seriously, it's getting out of hand."

Your answer seemed to have made Chan angrier than he was seconds ago. He gritted his teeth as he held your bottom and pulled you down as he thrusted upwards, making you gasp as you held onto his shoulders. The unexpected move made you frown at him before you hugged him again, trying to lessen the tense on Chan's muscles. "Listen, M/N. I'm trying to be nice here but you're getting on my nerves."

"Why are you being so scary, Chan? This is not like you!" You shouted at him with wide eyes as you watched the other glare at you and look away as he hugged you again, not wanting to get angrier at you because you were right, putting his anger onto someone was not like him. "Channie, seriously. Tell me, what's wrong?"

"Goddamit! I love you, okay? I don't want to hide my feelings anymore and just watch as you flirt with another man. I've tried calling you countless times and hours ago, I saw how you ignored it? I don't like it," Chan said as he placed his nose onto your hair sniffing your strawberry-scented hair.

"Oh.." you muttered as you placed a finger on your lips before chuckling and shaking your head. "I thought it was my alarm. I use the same sound for both my ringtone and alarm. I'll make sure to change it. Now, don't be mad. It wasn't hard confessing, right?"

"What about you?" Chan asked as he placed his hands on your cheeks and raised your head towards him, focusing all of his attention on you, the question making you look at him with raised brows and a frown. You bit your bottom lip before sighing. "Do you not feel the same?"

"No, no. I do, really. It's just...lately, I thought you were seeing someone," you stated before Chan raised a brow and shrugged.

"I'm not seeing someone, what made you think that, baby?" Chan asked before you pouted and muttered a small 'oh', looking away as you placed your hands on his chest while Chan drew shapes on your back soothingly. "Hm?"

"Because yesterday, you kept looking at your phone and it seemed like you were in a hurry. My mind was filled with thoughts that maybe you've found someone worthy of your love and that someone is not me," you answered honestly before you scooted closer towards the other, whimpering once Chan's tip brushed against your prostate.

"Uhm..I guess the surprise is over now, huh. Well, I was actually planning to propose to you today to become official boyfriends and I was looking at my phone because I didn't know when the custom ring I ordered will arrive. And it was today," he answered as he kissed your head, the revelation making you widen your eyes as you pulled away.

"No way. You..you were gonna ask me out?" You asked the other with a raised brow, Chan nodding before he chuckled and placed his arms around your bottom then stood up, carrying you as he finally decided to get in the bath tub...that he actually prepared minutes ago. "Oh...you prepared all this?"

"Yep...but the proposing thing was skipped and we went forward to the fucking," Chan joked as he got on the bath tub, his long legs, unfortunately, not fitting the whole tub so he had to bring it up a bit. You chuckled as you placed your ear on his chest, hearing his heartbeat. "You still wanna go for the proposing?"

"Duh—wait, did you get angry because I was with Minho?" You asked the other who nodded and pouted as he hugged you close. "You baby. I'd still choose you over him. Besides, that guy has a person he's crushing on."

"Ah, I'm so excited I can go for another round," Chan stated as he raised your head and crashed his lips onto yours before he started moving his hips again, making you moan into his mouth as you held his shoulders.

You both pulled away and huffed as you smiled. "I love you, M/N."

"I love you, too, Channie."

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It's already been a month since you and Chan have been official boyfriends and both your family approved of your relationship which made you very happy, Chan also that you two decided to live together. "Channie, have you seen my crocs?" You asked the other as you slightly opened the door of your boyfriend's producing room, Chan busy writing down notes as he bobbed his head to the beat of the music he was producing.

Knowing he didn't hear you, you neared him slowly before enveloping him in a tight hug that Chan stopped before he chuckled and removed his headphones as he carried you to his lap and placed his head on top of yours. "What's wrong, baby? Do you need anything?"

"I was just looking for my crocs," you stated as you held his hand and smiled as you watched the silver ring twinkle that was on your middle finger. "You really had to go through that trouble just to propose to me. You love me that much?"

"Yes, and I don't think that'll ever change," Chan stated as he kissed your temple before a loud yip was heard from beside you two. You looked down and smiled as you got Chan's King Charles Spaniel dog, Berry. "Oh, Berry's here."

The dog bark and began licking your face as you chuckled. "I can live to this forever," he stated as he hugged you two closer.

"Me too."

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can you write a oneshot with wolfstars daughter dating george

Here you go bestie<33 thank u for requesting!!

As a wolfstar shipper and a George girl myself😌, I hope you like this bestie<33

Pairings: Sirius x Remus, George x Fem! Reader

Warnings: some homophobia at the beginning, teasing Sirius Black lmaooo

Word Count: 2.4k

“You want a future with me?”

“Hello dear” you turned around and saw one of your fathers, “Dad!” you jumped and hugged him, you just got off the Hogwarts express, this would be your last summer break since you’re going to be seventh year the next time you step at Hogwarts.

“How’s my baby girl?” He looked at you as you broke the hug, you smiled at the sight of him “Doing great, where’s dad?” you looked around while he picked up your trunk, “Here!” you heard the voice of your other father and your heart jumped out of joy when you saw him, you ran to him and hugged him too.

“Here’s a chocolate for our princess” he handed you a bar of chocolate, “Remus! You ruined my moment with her, you should show up at the exit, not here, you’re ruining my quality time with our daughter!” suddenly Sirius was having a tantrum, not likely a tantrum actually, he was just whining.

“No” Remus answered and looked away while he bit into his own chocolate bar. You laughed at them, “Stop acting like kids” you said and linked your arms to theirs.

“Excuse us?” They both said in unison and looked at you, their forehead creasing that made you laugh even more.

“You may” you nodded while closing your eyes and your parents just looked at each other, and it seemed like they were blaming the other one as to why you are so sarcastic.

“Let’s just go home” you dragged them by the arms since theirs are still linked to yours. You giggled as you saw Sirius not even struggling while carrying your trunk and at the same time being dragged by his daughter, and giggled even more when you saw your other dad who was just eating his chocolate quietly while observing the surroundings.

You three were just like a happy family, parents picking up their child that came from a boarding school, if it weren’t just the ugly looks the people gave you.

It seems like Sirius was also bothered by how people looked at the three of you, seriously? Can’t they just manage their own business.

Remus on the other hand was like used to it, he didn’t show any bothered expression, he didn't want to feed their satisfaction. That is something you got from him, that’s why you just let the people be, but of course, Sirius being Sirius.

He removed his arms from your link and grabbed Remus' face and took a bite from the chocolate that was centimeters away from his lips-being that he was eating it, your eyes widened registering how did that happen so fast, your jaw dropped, and a smile slowly formed in your lips as you saw Remus turning scarlet.

“Gross” you removed your arm that was around Remus’ and walked past them, your smile didn’t left your lips as you see mixed reactions from the crowd at the station, some were smiling, some were confused, some were probably uncomfortable, and of course, the people who were obvious to be insulted or disgusted.

Needless to say, Sirius is your father, so you flicked those people who looked openly disgusted by them, they were sneering, frowning, and rolling their eyes.

“Fuck off git” you mouthed as you walk, turning to them while your middle fingers were greeting them.

“Good job princess” Sirius laughed and high fived you as you three arrived at the front of number 12 Grimmauld Place, you weren’t sure what was the good job for, is it for flicking those people off or for successfully apparating, you decided to shrug it off and just viewed the house, it was your father’s ancestral home, it was filled by terrible memories of his childhood but with you three living there, it was all buried deep down.

You unconsciously stared at the beautiful house that was concealed in the muggles eyes. You felt nostalgic seeing your dads walking towards the door, memories from your childhood appeared in front of you.

A girl in a yellow flowy dress, around the age of four, was running towards two men with their arms open wide, expecting that the little girl would run to them instead of the other, but what they didn’t expect was the little girl would run straight to the space between them and both hug them from the necks.

The little girl was giggling while her dads were teary eyed, that’s when they realized, she never had favorites, if she had the choice to not choose, she wouldn’t.

“Y/N?” Remus called you from the doorstep, his head was cocking from the door. “Oh!” you ran to the door “call me before dinner yeah?” you told Remus as you removed your shoes. You raised your gaze to him with flashing eyes and maintained eye contact, waiting for his answer.

“Alright” he replied to you, you felt sudden joy not even sure why but it did make you kiss him on the cheek. “Thanks!, Love you dad!” you shouted as you ran towards the stairs,

“HOW ABOUT ME?!” you heard Sirius who was probably at the kitchen doing Merlin knows what, “I LOVE YOU TOO!” you yelled while you ran the stairway.

“YOU BETTER BE NOT PREGNANT WITH THAT WEASLEY BOY’S CHILD Y/N!” Remus’ voice echoed and you laughed and stopped from entering your room and peeked down while holding at the stair rails.

“DON’T WORRY, I’M NOT PREGNANT!” you shouted back and you heard his sigh of relief, “YET!” you added and sprinted to your room and closed the door.

You heard both of their voices shouting your name. You cackle while heading to your study table, your room was cozy, it was filled with different drawings you made when you were a child, there was your very first black leather jacket that Sirius gave you before he bought you a bicycle, it was hanging from a corner, properly displayed, he was expecting you to like motorbikes like he did, and you did, you like riding motorbikes.

There was also your very first hair accessories that Remus bought for you, hair pins, hair clips, headbands, and many more. He was the one who likes to tidy you up, even before you make yourself dirty by running and riding the bike. Of course Remus struggled but thankfully, Lily did teach him a few hairstyles when they were teenagers, and the rest of his knowledge came from going to different hair salons just to ask how to style his daughter’s hair.

An owl bumped on your window that made your brows raise and shift your head to that direction.

“Errol?” you said the name of the owl and he dropped a letter to your hand before he headed to your table and lay down, acting very exhausted, of course to your utter panic you immediately got water and placed it in front of him. You sighed as he drank through the container, enough for him to drink.

While he relaxed you opened the letter.

Hello beautiful,

I’ll arrive there at six, see you.

Your husband,

George

You bit your lower lip and smiled, then you forgot, you haven’t told your dads yet. Without wasting any time, you apparated to the kitchen.

“Hey” you voice lingered behind their backs and they jumped, they turned their heads to you with wide eyes, “You don’t do that here” Sirius said while holding his chest, “I almost had a heart attack” he glared at you while you just tried to not laugh,

“You’re just getting old dad” you stated that made him glare at you more, Remus smiled very very sweetly at you, trying to bribe you to not say it “and you too” you smiled back, looking at their sour faces.

“Enough” Remus raised both of his hands and shaked it, trying to shoo you. “I was about to say that George’s arriving at si-” you didn’t have the chance to finish your sentence when someone knocked at the door.

“I’ll get it” you announced, you three were quite tensed as to who might be at the door, you weren’t expecting visitors this early, it wasn't 6 o'clock yet.

You opened the door, ready to run back to the kitchen if something goes wrong, but what greeted who was something-or someone, who had a mischievous smile, his red hair shining because of the sun, and his brown eyes gleaming at you.

“Hello dove” his smile became wider as he caught the perfect view of his girlfriend, her Y/H/C hair complimenting her skin, the eyes that were obviously shocked to see him, and the smile that slowly formed on her soft lips.

“George!” you mentioned his name when you processed who was standing in front of you, he gave you a peck on the lips before he grabbed your waist and pushed you carefully to the side so he can walk, “hello Sirs” he cleared his throat and rubbed both of his hand on his pants before giving your fathers a hand shake.

This would probably be their very first ‘formal’ meeting, they already met each other at Hogwarts, during the Triwizard tournament, but that wasn’t formal enough, unlike now.

George was scratching the back of his neck and was being really nervous, you just surveyed them, and when you noticed something it was too late because your mouth opened before you can even think twice

“Dad, you’re the smallest” you told Sirius that made the three of them look at you, firstly George was shaking his head slightly, trying to tell you that it was not the right time, then Remus was also looking at you, he was trying his best to cross his brows but you can see the ghost of smile that was in his face, on the other hand, Sirius was there shooting daggers at you with his eyes like you’re not his child, then he slowly looked at Remus and George.

George was obviously the tallest, but only an inch taller than Remus, while Sirius, he’s just not a six footer.

“I-uh come George let’s prepare the table” even though it was still early, you reached for George’s hand, still feeling the stares of your father, you wanted to laugh, so hard, but he might not buy you your favorite cereal, so you chose to suck it up.

“Why’d you do that?” George started talking as you fetched his wand and used it to prepare the table using magic, “it was my mouth’s fault, anyway, you told me you're arriving at six, it's not six yet” you answered and watched the floating plates and utensils.

“I was trying my best not to laugh dove, please don’t do that again in front of your parents, I might lose goodie points, and I meant six minutes not six o'clock” he chuckled as he hugged you from the back, wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his chin on the top of your head.

“Even if you lose goodie points, I’ll still love you don’t worry” you faced him and cupped his face, his face that was always as perfect, those freckles that can make a constellation, his eyes that you would prefer to look at rather than the stars, and his hair that would always stand out.

It was like a magnetic pull, your faces was slowly getting nearer and nearer, almost there, the finish line, his lips onto yours, inches turned to an inch, heartbeats getting fast, and you can feel his breath, then his soft lips was supposed to be next

Not until someone cleared their throat that made you push George out of reflex.

“No snogging in this house, you understand that angel?” Sirius crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, “Yes dad” you replied, slightly embarrassed so you chose to continue to prepare the table while George can’t maintain eye contact with you or anyone in the room.

“Sorry dad” you walked to Sirius who was still in the entrance of the kitchen, surprisingly he smiled at you, “Yeah that’s for bullying me” he wrapped his arms over your shoulder “But about that almost kiss? I’m not mad don’t worry, we all kiss someone at some time” he added like it was just common sense for him to not get mad.

“I love you” you said out of the blue while you two watched Remus and George laughing at the dinner table, you rested your head on his chest, “I love you more princess” you felt him kiss the top of your head.

“Just walk with the boy outside while we clean here alright?” Remus looked at you and George, he tapped George’s shoulder before he turned his back to the both of you and be with Sirius who was still drinking wine at the table.

“Come on” George called you and touched your back to guide you, your eyes were still looking at your parents, mesmerized by their strong bond.

“Georgie?” you tried to get his attention while you two walked the dim lighted streets, only the flickering lamp posts and the moon were the sources of light.

“Hmm?” he was busy playing your hand, touching every bit of it, and even comparing it to his. “You think we would be like them?” you stopped on your tracks, feeling the night summer breeze brushing your skin, "Like who love?" He stared at you, now holding your hand firmly, "Sirius and Remus" you answered and tucked the few strands of hair that was bothering your face because of the wind, you looked at his eyes and saw amusement and adoration all over it.

“You’re asking me that?” a lopsided smile appeared on his face, you nodded slightly as an answer, “You’re thinking of marrying me?” he asked you again, now giving a full smile, you nodded again, “You," he pointed to you "want a future with me?” he pointed to himself, his eyes smiling the same as his lips, you nodded again, oblivious of how that made George’s inner monologues that was doubting what would happen with the both of you disappear, because who wouldn’t, you’re Y/N, raised by two amazing people, you’re beautiful, intelligent, bold, and many more that he would even consider you as perfect.

And you’re here, saying that you wanted a future with him.

Now, with the moon smiling at the both of you, the stars being your cheerleaders, your lips met, you hooked your arms around his neck while he cups your face with one hand and the other holding your waist.

At this night, two teenagers shared a kiss under a lamp post, during the summer of 1995.

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