#your honor that's a little bit fruity

[cordeliawhohung]

what kind of drunk is shy!reader? and how does mafia!simon handle her at that state?

oooh! very interesting question!

first off, i think it would be very difficult to get her to drink. not that she's opposed to drinking or wanting to stay sober or anything, i just think she really doesn't want to drink in social settings. like she would not be getting drunk at Price's club or anything like that. she'd want to make sure she's really in control of herself and aware of her surroundings. so when she does drink, she's only really drinking around close friends and people she knows!

which usually means that she only really gets drunk around Simon. because of course he's the person she feels most comfortable being around. he'll make her the tasty fruity drinks while he's sipping on his whiskey and she talks a lot. way more than she does when she's sober. it's like all her worries and filters just vanish, and she'll just talk about whatever's on her mind.

"i like your tattoos."

"yeah?"

"yeah. you should let me color them. please? i think that'd look neat. do you like purple? i feel like purple would look really good here."

"whatever you like, sweetheart."

she also gets really touchy. not like in a weird way but she's just always leaning against him, trying to cuddle, play with his hair, trace the lines on his palm, that sort of thing. we've seen in other one shots that she's a little anxious with PDA but really, she's a little touch starved.

fuck it i'm writing a blurb under the cut.

there was nowhere else you'd rather be than in the warm cage of your boyfriend's arms. curled in his lap, you sat with your head nestled into the side of his neck where you could feel the rise and fall of his chest and the steady beating of his heart. whatever show or movie you had been watching faded away into background noise as the fuzzy drunkenness of your brain cloaked your body and all its senses.

"hold me," you whispered, speech slurred.

"i am holdin' you," Simon retorted.

"more."

he chuckled as he squeezed his arms tight, firmly pulling you into him as if trying to consume you through osmosis. and though it was constricting, it felt nice, like laying under a heavy blanket in winter.

"i love you," you admitted as you curled into him. "you're so warm. i wanna bite you. we should cuddle more often." you paused to place a few kisses against the soft side of his neck. "you smell good. would you be mad if i bit you?"

the poor man was at an utter loss for words, and for a moment he could only shake his head and laugh. "you're gettin' feisty."

"you hate me."

there was something cute about how carefree you got when you were drunk that just had Simon wrapped around your finger. without the anxiety and worry holding you down, you had become something of a chatterbox. one that he could listen to all day. but it was getting late, and he needed to cut you off eventually.

"i'm gonna take you to bed, yeah?" he prompted as he slowly began to position his arms to pick you up.

"are we having sex?" you asked.

taken aback, Simon shook his head. "not right now."

"why not?" you questioned, confused.

"you're drunk."

"oh." a pause. "we're still cuddling."

"'course."

I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR

#mafia!simon #mafia!ghost #mafia!141 #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #f!reader

[qatch]

of course

little Price and Wife!Reader sort of fic?? idk enjoy :3

nsfw warning!!!!! minors DNI!!

You're Captain Price's wife. It's Friday night and you're at the bar with him and the 141 boys, so of course you're sitting on his thigh while sipping on a fruity cocktail.

of course he is running his hand far down your back and up high to the base of your neck, giving teasing little squeezes as he goes.

of course his other hand is high up your thigh, under your skirt, playing with the hem of your underwear. Wanting to hear your little gasp when he slips under for just a moment. His breath hot on your neck, heavy as you discreetly palm his clothed bulge under the table.

pulling away when Soap comes up, asking Price if he could have the honor of dancing with you. Blushing softly when he says yes, you walk onto the dance floor, leaning a little too close to Soap for John's liking, letting his hands wander your waist, and go a bit lower.

of course you smirk at Price's jealous stare, letting the music move through you, wanting to enjoy yourself with Soaps, so a little teasing won't hurt your husband.

and of course you were wrong. He grabs your thigh as you sick down, his fingers denting your skin.

"You really thought you could do that and not expect a punishment?" he mumbles into your ear, pulling you into his lap.

of course the Captain squeezes his hands into your sides, feeling down to the hem of your dress. He pulls it up so your ass is touching his clothed crotch, sneaking at the hem of your panties and softly outlining your core with one finger.

of course he doesn't mind that Ghost and Soap are watching from the dance floor, even though your face is deep red. You deserve the embarrassment after what you did. You deserve the tears brimming your eyes and you lightly moan while making eye contact with them.

of course he brings his hands away, leaving you in need of touch, but you have to wait until you two get home.

of course, your jaw is being held by his strong hand when you're in bed later that night, forcing you to make eye contact as he pounds into you, talking to you about how you're only his.

of course.

#call of duty #john price #captain john price #john price smut #captain price x reader #john price x reader #captain price x you #captain price smut #price smut

[mingigoo]

We fell in love in August || song mingi || (m)

A/N In honor of Mingi’s bday and for hitting 500+ followers (thank you omg) here’s a very healthy fic that I already love. I hope you guys love it too!! (Also this is unedited my bad I just wanted you post it today)

Also thank you to @mingkiyoo for requesting this, I had a blast writing it :)

🍊Pairing ⇢ best friend’s brother! Mingi x (fem) writer! reader x seonghwa

🍊Synopsis ⇢ Believing that you were destined to be with your best friend seonghwa all your life, his little brother Mingi was never a thought in your mind. After reuniting with the brothers after years of being abroad, you had your mind set to get together with seonghwa—until Mingi stole your heart without warning.

🍊Genre/au ⇢ best friends brother au, summer au, beach house au, smut, fluff

🍊Warnings/tags ⇢ 18+ minors dni, healthy relationship, pining, drinking, mingi is a sweetie, love triangle (barely), picnic, mingi has a cat, height difference, hopelessly romantic, super fluffy, also super smutty but in a romantic way, shower sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving) total summer read lemme tell you

🍊Word count ⇢ 14.7k

🍊 Taglist ⇢ @mingkiyoo @atinywhore @ch0isa99ie @jjhmk @roe-sinning @yeritheloml @meowmeowminnie @yesv01 @yukine-smx

Summer. The word itself feels warm. Like being curled up in a blanket next to a fireplace, or even the warm, harsh sun rays that break through the windows.

Summer to you was an escape. A getaway. A time when you didn't have to worry about anything—except your feelings for seonghwa.

He was your sun. Your world. The boy you pictured yourself marrying, and even daydreamed about what kind of dress you would wear to your wedding. He was perfect in every way, but the thing was, he was your best friend. Friends don't stay friends when complicated feelings are involved. 

All your little life you dreamed about him. Longed for him in ways no friend should think about. You always thought you kept it buried pretty deep that no one would be able to notice, but you didn't think about a certain younger boy that knew everything behind those eyes of yours. 

It was as if he knew your soul like the back of his hand, while you barely knew him.

Seonghwa was your sun; you were Mingi’s moon. His moonlight—his everything.

You left six years ago, on a journey across the world to the bustling city of New York, you fell in love with everything around you.

But not enough to stay. 

After those years of growing up, you ran through college like it was a marathon. Getting your life on track knowing that you couldn't stay in the states your whole life—maybe because of your lack of english knowledge—you decided to fly back to your hometown. 

You had no plan, no idea in your mind. You just got up and left, hoping everything would fall into place. Maybe you'd bump into seonghwa again, and maybe he would still think of you as his best friend. It was better than nothing, at least.

Stepping onto the rough gravel, you shut the door of the taxi cab with your luggage in the other hand. The air already felt different—like home. The scent felt like a warm embrace, even if you had nowhere to go. It smelled a bit fishy with a hint of salt from the ocean, but you loved it. Craved it.

It was summer. 

Your mom left your childhood home a few years back. She told you it started to get a bit lonely ever since your father left, and decided to move back in with her sister in the heart of Seoul. You couldn't lie, it was a good idea. Your aunt was a riot, so you figured your mom was enjoying herself—and enjoying her homemade fruity cocktails you always wanted as a kid.

You took a breath as you faced the slightly run-down airbnb you booked for a few weeks out of the summer—the perks of being a bestselling author. You've been in a slump for a while, the lack of romance in your life caused your mind to fall behind. This summer, you wanted to find love. Well, at least some form of it.

Lugging your luggage behind you, you checked into the home and walked in. The strong scent of wood erupted your senses, a feeling of nostalgia taking over your heart. It enveloped you as you walked in, your chest feeling heavy. The smell reminded you of your old home here in Jeju, and you had wished you never left. You wondered about the what if’s, but there was no point drowning into any of it.

After settling in and cleaning up a bit of the dust around the house, you sat down on the couch as you wondered what to do. You had your mind set on meeting your childhood best friend again, and you thought about how good he looked now years later. He was slightly younger than you—only by about five months—but you always rubbed it in your face that you were older. His brother was two and a half years younger than you, and you always thought of him as a cute baby brother. 

To be fair, the last time you saw him, he was only sixteen and still hasnt grown into his body. You had no concept of time, and it was hard to imagine him as a twenty-two year old grown man now. Did his ears still turn pink when he blushed? Did he still run around like a maniac as if he never got tired? Is he still as clumsy as ever?

Your mind wandered all around Mingi; the sweet little boy that seemed to be attached to your hip. He wasn't too much younger than you, but a part of you has never thought of him as anything more than a little brother.

Well, until now.

You left the house, your mind on mingi now moving towards the brother you thought you were destined to.

—

You walked around the outside market by the seaside a few days later, the air now really smelling fishy. You tossed in a few things into your basket, not exactly organized in any way.

After tossing in some green onions from the produce stand, someone ran right into you from behind, causing you to tumble onto the ground, dropping all your groceries out from your basket in the process.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” a deep voice rumbled from above you, and you looked up to notice a boy with dark brown hair. A few light brown streaks scattered through his gorgeous locks, and his lips were a soft pink. He looked all too familiar, and held out his hand to you, frowning when you weren't taking it. “Are you alright?”

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, meeting his piercing gaze. His hand twitched now as he peered at you, taking notice of your features—features he could never forget. “Y/N?” he questioned, his deep voice raising a pitch or two. His lips were parted in a smile, his eyes glittering under the fluorescent lights from the fish tanks around you.

It seemed like a movie. From the way everyone stopped and stared, to the way this handsome stranger held his hand out to you—although he’s not a stranger at all. It took you a second to put two and two together, and the minute you took his hand, you felt the warmth flow through you.

Once he pulled you up from the ground, you really noticed how tall he was. He towered over you like some sort of skyscraper, his hand still holding onto yours like his life depended on it. You frowned up at him, peering through the curtains of his hair to stare into his honey-like eyes.

And there it was. The minute you knew him.

You could recognize those eyes anywhere.

“Mingi?!” you gasped, pulling your hand away from his to take a step away from him in shock. It’s been six years since you saw him, and the last time you did see him, he was only about half the size he is currently. His hair changed, and it made you wonder what else changed about him. “Holy shit.”

He was taken aback, looking around shyly before letting out an anxious giggle. “Is that reaction a good or bad one?” he asked you, fiddling with his fingers. You looked up to him—literally. He was no longer that baby brother. He was a totally different person.

“What happened to your teeth?” you mumbled, eyes wide as you noticed how pin-straight they were. They were also blinding white, matching the t-shirt that seemed a bit too snug on his toned body. Since when was he built??

“I got my braces off a few years back,” he spoke, running a hand through his unique head of hair. It was longer now, falling past his ears. “Also grew a few inches. I’m taller than Seonghwa now.”

Seonghwa. He was barely a thought in your mind as you looked at the younger brother. You had to admit, you were a bit curious about Seonghwa's whereabouts, and what better than having Mingi right in front of you for the answers. 

You took a step closer to him, totally forgetting about the scattered groceries on the ground. “Speaking of seonghwa,” you carried on, getting a bit nervous. “How is he? Is he still around?”

He frowned.

“Oh, he um, he’s working on a business trip in Seoul for the time being. It’s just me and the cat,” he let out a chuckle, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. “My parents went on a trip to some tropical place, I don't know.”

You watched his eyes dance around yours until he bent down to pick up your groceries. “So, it’s just baby Mingi, huh?” you bent down to help him, standing back up after everything was collected.

He nodded, sticking his large hands into the pockets of his jeans. They were a bit baggy on his body, sitting loosely on his hips. You couldn't stop looking at him. Staring at him. You could tear your gaze from him. There was nothing “little” about him anymore, you had no reason to keep that nickname anymore…

Should you call him big mingi? Enormous, large, gigantic, monumentous—

“It’s just me,” he shrugged, handing you the basket. “I go back to school in the fall, so I'm home to take care of the cat and the house.”

You looked around the market, realizing it's getting a bit crowded. You reached out without thinking and gripped onto mingi’s hand, pulling him through the crowd and out towards the exit, setting down your basket before exiting. 

“Aren't you gonna get that?” he asked you.

You shook your head, walking further out. You reached a quiet spot, the blue sea visible and the burnt orange sky glistening onto the water. 

“Sorry, I should have remembered you don't like crowds,” He murmured, the corner of his lip upturned in a smirk.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you noticed how tan his skin looked. “You remember that?”

He nodded, looking at you with unknown emotions. “Yeah.”

You took a second to collect the thoughts in your mind. You watched him as he looked at you, and your eyes trailed to his lips as he licked them.

Goddamn. 

“So you're in college? What are you, a third year?”

“No,” he smiled. “It’s gonna be my last year. History Major.”

You smiled. You did remember how much he loved to learn about history. It always intrigued him to the point of no return. It just makes so much sense that it’s what he chose to do the rest of his life.

He moved his gaze to the ocean, a look of content across that face of his. It felt strange—the feeling when you looked at him. It felt like you barely knew him, even if you spent eighteen years in this place with him by your side for sixteen. Your mothers were best friends growing up, causing you and the boys to grow up together as well.

 It was your choice to leave, but it was also your choice to come back, even if the reason to come back was for Mingi’s brother, he wasn't even here anyway. You were strangely okay with that, as mingi offered a source of comfort.

“So, how was New York city?” he asked, his voice deeper than ever. It was hard to imagine that younger self of his now after seeing this version. “Did you meet a city boy with a yacht?” 

You laughed, looking out to sea with him. You watched the waves ripple through the sand, the sound music to your ears. “No, sadly. Although that would've been romantic.”

He smiled as you spoke.

Your voice was music to his ears.

You turned towards him when you felt his gaze on you. You didn't notice his ears turn pink.

“Romantic, huh,” he trailed off, biting the inside of cheek. You peered through his eyes, noticing how pretty they were as the orange hues from the sunset reflected onto them. He looked tan–his skin like honey and kissable lips. You were drawn into him like a fish on a hook, and it made you uneasy. You've never felt this way—you were certain it was just the nostalgia.

“So, where are you staying? I saw that your old house was sold,” He said, his eyes sparkling. They reminded you of the sea.

You sighed, looking back to the ocean. It looked prettier than ever—maybe it was because you were with him. “Just in an airbnb until I find my own place,” you hummed, watching the waves crash onto the shore. “Lame, I know.”

He stuck his hands in his pockets, kicking at the rocks on the ground. It was a bit awkward meeting him right away, but something told you it was fate. 

Maybe he was your fate.

“It’s not lame, but…”he trailed off, seeming a little nervous. “I mean you could always stay at mine. I know that you used to hate being alone….” he spoke carefully, making sure you were comfortable. “I’m not telling you that you have to–I mean, I must be a stranger to you now but um…If you start to feel lonely, I'll be your company.”

His smile cut through you like a knife. You almost stopped breathing for a second, his kindness overtaking you. You weren't used to men being this friendly without motives. He was genuinely making sure you were okay, and he even remembered how much you hated being alone. Sure, you grew out of that fear, but he didn't need to know that.

You thought about it. You already spent the money for the stay, but maybe you could cut it short. This summer would be more fun with him, anyway.

“That sounds nice,” you smiled, fixing the strap of your sundress. “I’ll have to see if I can cut my stay time. I’d rather not spend the money if I don't need to.”

He laughed. It sounded so sweet. “I um, yeah. Think about it and let me know.”

Silence enveloped you both. The air felt smooth and easy to breathe, and you couldn't remember the last time you truly felt at ease. The gears in your mind started to turn, thinking about writing about this moment—he could be the perfect inspiration for a summer romance novel.

Fuck the airbnb, it was time to make a bestselling book.

“Actually,” you rubbed your elbow anxiously as you tried to form the right words in your mind. “I’ll get my stuff out of there tonight, if that’s okay with you.”

His eyes lit up like he was shocked you wanted to stay with him. You didn't want to tell him the reason for your quick response, but he had to know how beautiful he was. He seemed like the perfect protagonist—salty hair and tanned skin, his heart upon his sleeve—you were already planning on the plot as you looked at him.

So perfect.

“How much stuff do you have? I can help.”

–

You watched as Mingi lifted your suitcase into the back of his sleek SUV, dusting off his hands after shutting the trunk. It was unusual to see him so…manly. He was always such a lanky string bean, and now, your mind and heart had a hard time understanding his change.

He looked back to you, opening the passenger door for you to get in. “Only one suitcase? Were you planning on only staying a few days?” He asked you as you got in, holding his hand out to prevent you bumping your head.

To be fair, you had a moving truck ready for all your stuff when you were able to find a place to move in to. You weren't sure how long it would take you to find a place, and you were secretly hoping that your old house was up for sale.

“No, I'll be here permanently after I find an actual home,” you laughed, settling into the car.

He sat in the driver's seat then, and as he drove away, you watched how his fingers wrapped around the wheel ever so slightly. You wanted to touch his hand. Hold his hand. You wanted to touch more than his hand.

Dear god, these thoughts have to stop, or you might do something you regret.

The house was just as beautiful as it was years ago—flowers lining up the walkway to the brick steps. You smiled as you saw a cute little orange cat in the window.

Mingi rolled the suitcase behind him, chuckling as he saw your enjoyment. “There's my baby,” he cooed, and your heart fluttered for a moment too long. You knew he wasn't talking to you, but you kind of wished he was. 

Once you both reached the door, he moved close to you to open the door. You felt your heart race as his shoulder bumped into yours.

You watched the cat jump out of the window when it noticed Mingi.

He opened the door, hinting at you to enter first. You were immediately welcomed by the whimsical orange cat, who rubbed against your legs like it’s seen you before. You've never met such a friendly cat. You wanted to steal it.

“Ah, that’s Clementine. I just call her tiny,” he reached down to pet his sweetheart of a cat, and she meowed at his touch. “Awe Hi tiny girl. I promise I’ll feed you something tasty–ah, be nice, we have a special guest.”

Just by the way he treated the cat made you feel at home. He looked over to you, and all you wanted to do was brush the stray hairs away from those kind eyes of his.

You looked around the beach house, gazing at the picture frames that were scattered along the walls. Everything felt the same, as if it were never moved. It was nice to see his family still intact—even if they weren't all together physically. It was like a breath of fresh air.

“You can sleep in the guest room. No one’s ever used it,” he smiled at you, making his way to the steps, picking up your heavy suitcase with ease. “I just hope you'll be comfortable.”

“Oh, anything is better than that overpriced airbnb,” you giggled, following him up the stairs. 

You trailed behind him as he walked down the upstairs hallway, turning into a pale orange room. The walls were barren, but the bed was made nicely. It was almost bigger than your full studio apartment in NYC, you were grateful for that.

You so didn't have to be here right now.

You took a mind note on how inviting he was, making sure you add that characteristic to your love interest.

“If you need anything, let me know. I’m here for you.”

Fucking hell, he had a way with words.

He started to walk out of the room, but he peeked his head back for a moment. “Oh, my friends are coming over tonight, if you don't mind.”

Friends? Little mingi was a social butterfly now?

You nodded, unable to hide your happiness for him. “Of course, it’s not my place to argue with that, anyway,” you mumbled, unzipping your suitcase to start to unpack. “Oh, and when is seonghwa coming back? It would be awkward if he just showed up while i’m here.”

His smile fell for a second, but he brought it right back. “Oh, um. In three weeks or so,” he murmured, clearing his throat slightly. “I’m sure he’d be happy to see you, y/n.”

You smiled to yourself, but in your heart, you felt not one, but two of the brothers stirring around. You were used to one, but having the two of them in your heart felt heavy. You had to think with your mind instead, anyway. 

You were sure that you’d be happy to see Seonghwa, but right now, you were content with Mingi. He felt like the only person in the world, and you craved that type of comfort.

—

You snapped awake when you suddenly heard a loud thump from downstairs, followed by a bit of laughing. You jumped out of the bed quickly, just in case mingi hurt himself. You didn't want to baby him, you were sure he was having a blast with his friends, but you couldn't help but worry. It was instilled in your mind ever since you were younger—he was always breaking things.

You stumbled down the steps and made your way into the living room. “Mingi? Is everything okay—” you stopped in your tracks as you noticed three more sets of eyes than normal.

“Ah, who’s this, hyung?” one of the boys hummed flirtatiously. “Your girlfriend?”

“Stop it Wooyoung, can you ever be serious?” the other one said with irritation laced through his smooth voice.

“Why else would there be a girl here at midnight?” 

“Uh, hello,” you looked at Mingi, who was smiling at you with slight embarrassment. You weren't sure how to introduce yourself, so you prayed that he would do it for you.

He furrowed his eyebrows for a minute, then looked over to his two friends. “Guys, this is Y/N. She's an old friend of mine and Seonghwa.”

“Ah, I see,” the brown haired boy nodded, a mischievous smirk on his face. You had to admit, every person in this room looked like they were pulled out of a novel. It was hard to know which one to look at. “So, why are you here….this late?”

“Oh I—”

“She’s staying here with me,” Mingi shrugged confidently, flashing you a comforting smile.

You stared at him. Something in your heart just shifted.

“Anyway, Y/N, these are my friends, Wooyoung and San. and I’m sorry if I woke you, I accidentally tripped on the carpet.”

You chuckled. Ah, same old Mingi.

You offered a smile to his friends, and you turned to Mingi, who wouldn't take his eyes off you. “Oh, alright. Just be careful,” you yawed, giving them a little goodbye before trudging up the steps and back into your comfy bed.

You heard them laugh and carry on as you tried to fall back asleep, smiling at how happy Mingi seemed. It was nice to see him again, and even though it was by chance that you ran into him at the market, you haven't felt this comfortable in ages. It was healthy—so unlike your past relationship while you lived in new york.

You dreamed of Mingi—who felt like a warm summer night.

—

The week passed quickly. Staying with Mingi came with routines, and every morning you woke up, he’d have a plate of food ready for you on the table. He wasn't so sure about what kind of food you liked now, but his effort was what made it count.

He was gone most of the time before you were even awake. He helped the grannies at the market every morning, making sure they weren't carrying anything heavy. He was the kindest soul you've ever known, and your mind started to wonder why you never thought of him in any other way other than a brother.

Mingi still wasn't home as the sun set on the horizon, and you started to worry if he was okay. He definitely was, but you had a habit of making up the worst possible situations in your mind. 

Thunder boomed loudly, nearly shaking the house. You let out a yelp, holding onto yourself as it startled you. You were never fond of thunderstorms; they always scared the shit out of you. The minute another boom rang through, you ran up the steps to take shelter under your blankets. Clementine sat at the edge of your bed, not even budging as you moved around.

You didn't know why you were so scared of it, maybe it was because it was thundering the day your dad left. It was deeper than just a little fear, but it still didn't take away the embarrassment of being scared of something so typical—especially at your dinosaur age.

You heard the roar of an engine pull into the driveway, the sound of the rain pitter-pattering against the car. You slid out of the bed to peeke out the window, feeling relief wash over you as you noticed it was Mingi. 

You rushed out of the room in your pajamas, running down the stairs and into the kitchen to act like you weren't scared of anything. After pouring some juice into a mug, you heard the front door open, followed by the squeak of wet shoes.

“Y/N?” his soft voice called. “Are you down here?”

You swallowed the sip of juice, nearly choking on your words. “I’m in the kitchen!” you called out to him, cradling the cup tightly as another boom of thunder erupted.

You squeezed your eyes shut, and opened them as if nothing was wrong when he entered the room.

He seemed cautious, like he already knew you were scared. Maybe he did, and you found it cute how much he remembered about you. It almost made you feel lacking, since you could barely remember anything about him.

“Are you alright?” he asked you softly, taking a step closer to you. 

His hair was soaked, a shade darker than normal. He walked closer and closer until he was an arms length away. Close enough to see the raindrops in his eyelashes.

God, he was so pretty. 

“Yeah,” you gulped, squeezing the cup in your hands. “Just peachy.”

He frowned, looking down at your hands. To your surprise, he reached out, sliding his hands around yours. “Let go, I know how you feel about thunderstorms, y/n.”

Your eyes widened as he took the mug from your hands, replacing it with his own.

You paused, looking down at his hand in yours. “Why…why do you remember so much?” you whispered, watching as his thumb rubbed your knuckle. He was so gentle, you weren't used to it.

He laughed at that, but didn't answer your question. What he did do was tilt your chin up with his free hand, making your heart beat faster than the thunder made it.

“It’s late. You should get some sleep,” he smiled gorgeously, tearing at your heart more and more. There was just something about his demeanor that made you want to jump his bones right then and there, but the other thing was…that you really just wanted to keep holding his hand.

He didn't let go as you walked back up the steps and into the room, but stopped in your tracks as thunder ran through again and again.

“Um, goodnight, I guess.” with all your strength, you pulled your hand out of his hold. It seemed like he didn't want to let go.

You got yourself comfy in the bed while he stood in the doorway. He sighed as he looked at you, and then looked over to the windowsill, where clementine was sleeping peacefully. “Should I…stay?” he mumbled. You barely heard him.

Your heart pounded in your chest as he stared at you across the room. It was dead silence, the only thing making noise was the rain pounding against the roof. 

You took a second to respond. Unable to form words, you nodded, and he took a step further into the room, shutting off the light before walking towards the edge of the bed. He hesitated, and went to lay onto the floor.

“No, don't lay on the cold floor, Mingi,” you huffed out, reaching out to grab his arm to stop him. You let out a shaky breath. “Just…sleep up here with me.”

He swallowed hard, looking down at the hand that held his wrist. After a second, he nodded, slipping under the covers next to you.

He laid stiffly on his back and his eyes trained to the ceiling, but after a large bolt of lightning and a bang of thunder, he reached to hold onto you, tucking your head into his chest. You were honestly just fine with having him by your side, but he was caring enough to hold you like this. It kind of made you want to cry—you haven't been held in ages. 

“Shh, it’s alright,” he hummed into your ear softly, resting his head on top of yours. One arm was wrapped around your waist, the other cradling your head. His soft breaths hit your skin, offering a cozy feeling you weren't sure you've ever felt. 

He held you all night, making sure you were alright, even when the rain stopped.

You fell asleep in his arms, never feeling this safe before.

—

You woke up to the sound of birds chirping from outside the window. Letting out a sleepy yawn, you tried to move, but you were held down by someone’s strong hold.

You opened your eyes then, peeking through the sleepiness to come face to face with a sleeping Mingi, whose lips were slightly parted with drool pooling at the corner of his mouth.

How cute.

Not knowing what to do or if you should do anything at all, you took a second to admire his features. His expression was relaxed, his hair was scattered over his face, and his lips looked as soft as ever. You wanted to reach out and touch them.

So you did; without even thinking.

The tips of your fingertips brushed against his smooth lips, causing you to blink slowly in wonder. It was as if it were the first time you've touched anyone—it wasn't, but he made it feel that way. He captivated you unlike any other, and it made no sense to both your heart and mind.

His eyes opened slowly, meeting your lost gaze. You didn't move. You kept his sleepy stare, lost in the sparkle in his eyes. He was so…pretty. It caused a stir in your heart the more you looked at him. It scared you, but you were too far gone at this point.

He blinked at you as if he couldn't believe you were real. Maybe you were a dream to him the same way he was a dream to you at this moment.

You didn't pull your hand away—you just left it resting on his parted lips like it belonged there. He didn't move it or say anything, and you were too caught up in him to think about anything else.

“Good morning, y/n,” he hummed roughly, his sweet morning voice music to your ears.

You took a second to respond, lost in the thoughts of his beauty. “Morning,” you said, looking down at his lips one more time before letting go.

He watched you back away slightly, but his arm was still tossed on top of you. You watched a smile appear on that beautiful face of his, and you were unable to move any further. It was as if he put a spell on you like some sort of witch—he had a hold on you, physically and mentally, even if you didn't want to admit it.

As the memories of last night flooded into your mind, you offered him a sheepish glance. “Uh, I’m sorry about last night. I’m sorry you had to sleep…in the same bed as…me,” you stuttered out, but he just laid there with a slight smirk. He was even more attractive in the morning. It felt so domestic, like you were in a relationship with him. Maybe he’d bring you breakfast in bed when you’d be sick. Possibly hold you every night without the thunder being the reason behind it. He would kiss you when—

“No, I liked it, actually,” He smiled sweetly, shutting his eyes as he yawned. You wanted to kiss him right then and there.

All right, that's enough of those thoughts now.

Sitting up on the bed, you glanced at him through your eyelashes. “What do you mean?” you wanted to know so bad, but you had a feeling it was just something simple that you over thought about.

“I mean that I enjoyed sleeping with you,” he hummed huskily, but you caught the worry in his eyes as the words left his lips. “I mean, sleeping next to you, not with you. I guess technically I slept with you, but not in the sexual—”

You interrupted him with a laugh. He was too cute. “Mingi, I understand. No need to try and explain it.”

“I just didn't want you to get the wrong idea,” he sat up with you, his back against the wooden headboard. His hair was a mess; you wanted to fix it. “I just–it’s not like I wouldnt want to sleep with you sexually because I would totally want to do that but–” he stopped himself, sighing when he realized what he just said. You watched his ears turn pink. “I’ll just stop talking now.”

You tried to hide your own blush at those words. If anyone else said that, you'd be smacking them to the moon. This time, however, you wanted him to keep talking. You wanted him to tell you all the things he wanted to do to you.

You ignored the pounding of your heart and gave him a slight smile before sliding off the bed. Clementine was standing at the door, meowing like crazy. She was probably hungry. “I’ll go feed tiny,” you glanced over your shoulder to see a sulking Mingi slumped over. 

He didn't say anything as you walked out the room, but as soon as the door shut, he threw himself around in the sheets that now smelled like you. 

—

As you poured clementine's delicious food into her bowl, you heard Mingi come up from behind you. He entered the kitchen like some kind of gremlin, his shoulders hunched and bags under his sparkling eyes. You snickered, standing up straight after giving tiny a little pet.

“You okay? You look like you got mauled by a tiger,” you snarked, to which he replied with a half smile. He walked towards the fridge and grabbed the eggs, setting them down on the kitchen island.

Even the morning looked good on him. God, you were getting different versions of the same man you once thought was a boy, confusing your heart more and more. Was it a crime to find him attractive? No, hell no. but it sure felt like you were committing one as you dreamed of him rather than seonghwa.

“What’s Seonghwa's job now? I haven't even thought about asking that,” you leaned up on the counter while mingi pulled out a pan from the cupboard. “I’m sure he’s some crazy smart businessman or something,” you laughed, but Mingi didn't think it was funny. 

He turned on the stove burner. “He is, actually,” Mingi sniffed, running a hand through his hair while he cracked the eggs into the pan. “How many eggs do you wa—”

“I always pictured him in a suit,” you sighed as you thought about how hot he would look in a suit, when all of a sudden, it changed to an image of Mingi. His lean figure stood tall, the imaginary tailored suit clung to his silhouette. He was so beautiful, so so beautiful. You could say that a million times and you would still believe it.

Mingi watched the delusions shadow your expression, and little did he know you were imagining him and not his brother. 

“He looks like an alien in them. Like a fucking string bean,” he growled, plucking out a spatula from the holder. He aggressively tossed around the eggs in the pan, and then waltzed over to the fridge to grab the leftover rice. “And you didn't answer my question on how many eggs you wanted, y/n.”

The tone of his voice was sharp; it cut like a knife right through you. You wondered if he took offense to the fact that you would think about his brother, but you shook the crazy thought away and changed the subject, standing up from your lean. 

“I’ll have two. And can you put cheese on it for me?”

He didn't turn around to look at you. He just nodded, and rummaged through the fridge for the cheese.

The room was quiet. Too quiet. Mingi was usually quite loud and playful, and you wondered why the change of temperament. “Do you want to go out with me today?”

Mingi choked on nothing at those words, having a coughing fit. You almost grabbed him a drink, but he caught his breath fairly quickly and turned to look at you as he piled the eggs on a plate. “W-what? Go out with you?”

You smirked. “Yeah. like a date, but not a date,” now you were just teasing him.

Mingi stared at you with wide eyes, the sleepiness completely wiped away. “Uh, sure. Yeah. What are you planning on?”

—

“No.”

“Yes.”

“I’m not going up there.”

You both stood at the bottom of a mountain, ready for a hike up it. You were never really an athletic person, but you always wanted to try and do a hike to see if you could do it. Mingi was not having it, backing away towards his car as if he wasn't the one that drove here.

“Mingi, please?” you pleaded with puppy dog eyes, almost cringing at yourself for your actions. “It'll be fun, I promise.”

Mingi scoffed, crossing his toned arms over his chest. You kept getting distracted by him since he decided to sport a cutoff shirt that revealed quite a bit of skin. It made you want to see more. “What do I get out of this?”

You smirked, hooking him in. “Hmm. How about drinks on me? At the bar downtown?”

You saw the sparkle in his eye, knowing that he’d cave at that. And he did.

 You began your trek up the rocky mountain, your feet already starting to burn from the scolding terrain.

“I told you it was a bad idea,” Mingi groaned, sweat dripping down his face. You watched as his smooth skin shined brightly under the sun, feeling a spark go off in your heart.

You huffed as your legs started to get tired. “No,” huff. “It’s a great,” huff. “Experience.”

Mingi scoffed at that, looking ten times better than you after a bit of time. He kept looking over at you every chance he got, but he was still more quiet than usual.

Well, until now.

“Do you still like my brother?” he broke all the walls you put up with one little question.

You stopped mid stride, looking up at the cloudy sky as you thought about the answer. You always dreaded this conversation with him ever since you were a kid, but you never knew Mingi knew. “You knew that I liked him?”

Mingi stopped too, slightly ahead of you. You were about halfway up the mountain with no other hikers in sight. “To be fair, y/n, you didn't really hide it. I think the only person who didn't know was Seonghwa himself,” he sighed as a single raindrop fell between you.

 Maybe you should've checked the weather.

You frowned, furrowing your eyebrows. “I uh, well, I did like him—”

“I know that. Do you still do? He asked sternly, taking a step closer. 

You looked straight into his eyes. It was an easy question—super easy, actually. Your heart knew the answer as soon as it was asked, but for some reason, you couldn't form the words on your tongue. You wanted to tell him that Seonghwa was barely on your mind since you ran into him. You wanted to tell him that you didn't want to look at anything else now that you saw him. You didn't want to think of anything else.

“I…” The rain began to fall around you like tiny shards, and as it started to speed up, you changed the subject as quickly as you could and turned the other way. “We should head back, it's starting to get bad.”

Mingi didn't say anything. As you frantically moved down the mountain to escape confrontation you could easily solve, your foot got caught between a rock, causing you to fall down and tumble slightly. You let out a yelp as your ankle cracked, and the sharpness of the rocks cut up your legs slightly.

“Y/n!” Mingi let out, completely forgetting that he was going to tell you to forget your feelings. “Are you okay? Ah No—don't get up, just give yourself a second.”

You groaned, but more so because of how embarrassing that was. You put your head down and let out a hiss as you tried to move your ankle. “I think I sprained it or something.”

Mingi sighed, kneeling in front of you as the rain pounded on you both. He looked at your beat up legs, and then peered at you through his eyelashes. Without a word, he stood up and turned around with his back to you, hinting at you to get on.

You tilted your head at him, although he couldn't see you. “Just get on, I'll carry you,” he softly said, and you heard the sweetness drip from his lips. The same lips you were dying to kiss.

You leaped onto his broad back, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. You heard his breath hitch as your hands touched the bare skin of his collarbone, and you nearly got the wind knocked out of you as his hands gripped your thighs to hold you up.

“Thank you,” you mumbled into his ear while he walked down the mountain in the pouring rain, his two-toned hair soaking wet against your cheek. “And I'm sorry for the crappy date.”

“Don't be sorry, y/n,” he hummed, leaning his head against yours as he walked. You were worried that he might slip on the rocks, but he managed to walk like they were dry. He gripped your legs tightly, afraid to drop you as if you were as precious as glass.

He treasured you the way a museum treasured its art.

The rest of the way was quiet. He lifted you into the car and leaned over to put your seatbelt on. He smelled like acid rain and sweat with a hint of vanilla; it stirred something inside you. His wet hair dripped down on you as he tried to get the seatbelt in and oh, the dirty thoughts swimming around your mind.

You were in such a haze that you didn't even realize that he shut the door and was now on the other side of the car. You tried to steady your breaths—in and out, in and out—until he entered the car with you.

“Are we still going to the bar? I need a drink,” you muttered.

He shook his head, running a hand through his dripping hair. “No, we’ll just drink at home. You need rest.”

Home. Home. your heart began to bang in your chest. You had no words to utter, and he drove home quietly, stopping to grab a bag full of soju and beer at the corner convenience store.

The rest of the ride was a blur. He stopped the car in the driveway, running to your side before you tried to get out without help. He picked you up and carried you into the home as if you were married to him, setting you down on the couch softly, afraid to hurt you. You were fine other than the slight ache and cuts, but he didn't need to know that. Right?

“I’ll be right back in with the alcohol,” he hummed, leaving you alone in the dark room. The sun was setting slowly, and you didn't realize how long you were actually out on your date.

Date. you wished you would've just told him your true feelings. You hoped you didn't ruin it.

Mingi waltzed in with the alcohol bag, Clementine trailing him happily. She jumped up onto the couch next to you, but only nudged your head slightly before jumping up and into the window.

You smiled at Mingi as he sat at the edge of the couch. He reached to pull your shoes off, and walked over to set them down at the entryway.

Your eyes followed his every move, already feeling like you were under the influence. He came back with a first aid kit and sat down in front of you. You smiled as he cleaned your wounds, blowing at them gently before covering them with bandages. He was so gentle, it once again caused you to think what he would be like in bed.

The room was quiet. The only sound was both of your breaths tangling in the air. He was so close yet so far, and all you wanted was to cross the distance. You were way too sober to even try.

He looked up at you then, a slight smile on his face. 

“Ready to get fucked up?”

—

One drink. Two drinks. Three. Four. you were completely obliterated—there was no way you were going to remember this tomorrow.

“You're telling me that he dumped you because you touched his hair?” Mingi slurred, leaning towards you with a grimace. “Thats so fucked up.”

“He was like, my hair is sacred, no one can touch it except my mother.”

He nearly spit out his drink. “Pfft, his mother??”

You were both on the floor of the living room, leaning up against the couch, lost in random drunken words and sober thoughts. You were telling him about the messy flings you had as a college student, and when you asked him if he had any, he shrugged and laughed it off and said he had a few. You expected more than just a few.

“His mother was the only woman for him, Mingi. Duh,” you smirked, totally lost in your words.

His laugh nearly shook the room, his head tossed back as he cackled. You watched his adam's apple bob as he let out his enjoyment—he laughed so hard that no noise left his lips, and you couldn't help but giggle at that.

“Mingi!” you giggled, slapping his thigh playfully as he laughed silently. Oh, he was painfully wasted. “What kind of laugh is that? I swear to god there's something wrong with you.”

He calmed down at that, but he was still smiling from ear to ear, lifting his head back from the uncomfortable position he was in.

“Are you making fun of me?” he drunkenly teased, leaning towards you slightly. You saw the strength of his gaze—it pierced right through you. He looked irritated and playful at the same time.

You leaned in, too. “Maybe,” you smirked, looking down at his dewy lips flavored with alcohol. “Hey, it's cute! I promise I'm laughing because it’s cute.” you giggled, but his lips were still downturned.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, and picked up the nearly empty bottle of soju. He paid strong attention to your movements, especially as you took the bottle up to your lips, causing him to lick his own.

“You never answered my question,” he pondered, still looking at your lips.

“Question?” you slurred, getting the last drops of the apple flavored soju onto your tongue. 

He swallowed hard. “If you still like my brother,” he sniffed, picking up his bottle. “I mean, I think I know the answer, so I don't even wanna—”

“Mingi—”

“Like, it’s always been him. I’ve only ever watched you guys on the sidelines like some shitty benchwarmer or something I swear to god–”

“Mingi please let me talk—”

“I mean to be fair I was a literal child so I get it, but now I—”

“I don't like Seonghwa anymore,” you nearly yelled, causing Clementine to make an appearance by your pile of empty bottles. She rubbed up against one, knocking it over as you focused on the speechless man in front of you. “Ugh. finally. I thought you would never shut up.”

He froze, now just realizing how close you were. You were able to see the little specks of light brown in his irises. You were way too far gone to hold yourself back from anything—and your writer self thought that this would be a great scene in that story of yours.

“So…um…would that mean that you might, um,” he stuttered, his leg shaking anxiously while you smiled at his expression. “That you might think of me in a not so friendly type of way?

You chuckled, watching his eyes grow darker. You looked down at his parted lips now. 

“You have pretty lips.”

He furrowed his brows now, looking as confused as ever. “What are you trying to say? He asked, setting down the bottle that was in his hands.

 His hair was dry now, which was a shame since you really liked how he looked with wet hair. His lips looked even more kissable than they did five minutes ago. 

You shrugged, drunk off your ass. “I mean, you could just kiss me. Or I could kiss you. Either way, it’s what I meant.”

He just stared at you with wide eyes. He didn't make any movement towards you, once again like he didn't want to hurt you or make you feel inferior.

You smiled at his awestruck look. “Do I need to spell it out for you? Me. you. kiss. I–want–to–kiss–you. Mwah.”

Again, just a piercing stare. He licked his lips though, and looked down at yours.

After a few moments of uneasy silence, you couldn't take it anymore.

 “You know what? Fuck it.”

You leaned as close as you could to him and grabbed the back of his neck. His eyes were about to pop out of his head, but the minute your lips neared his, he shut them softly, letting you press your lips to his.

Oh, did it feel like fireworks were going off in the middle of your body. Your heart began to race, feeling like it would pound right out of your chest. His lips melted into yours like honey, and his hands found a home on your hips.

He pulled back slightly, your breaths tangling together.

“Can I really kiss you?” he asked in disbelief, as if you didn't just share saliva. “Is it really what you want?”

“Mingi,” you sighed, moving closer until you were sitting on his lap. He let out a little gasp as you felt the hardness of him underneath you. Sitting on his lap barely got you to eye-level with him, since he was so tall compared to you. He tried to breathe, but his breath was shaky. “I wouldnt of kissed you if I didn't want to.”

“Ah,” he gulped, biting his lip nervously. “My bad, but I’ve just been dreaming about that since I was four, so to be fair, I need a moment.”

You smiled at the man in front of you like he was your world. You couldn't help but lean forward and give him a peck really quick, to which he responded fairly quickly.

You did it again, and again, and again. This time, he gripped your waist and held you to his body with one arm while his other hand gripped your jaw. It caught you off guard—was he the same mingi who needed a moment to process a kiss just a minute ago?

“If you do that again, I’m gonna be tempted to do more than just kiss you, y/n.”

Dear god, his voice. It rumpled right through you, but what really got you was how serious he was. The look on his face made you feel like he was about to maul you like some sort of predator, and you were merely his choice of dinner.

Oh, you were ready to be torn apart—you were drunk and delirious, after all.

You met his gaze for a moment too long, and then you reached out to wrap your arms around his neck. Pulling yourself up to his lips, you kissed them softly, breaking open his own to slide your tongue into his mouth. He tasted like apple soju and smelled like vanilla and sweat; a perfect combination.

It felt like your first kiss. It meant more than any other kiss. He held you so tenderly, caressing your back as he kissed you back with all the love in his heart. You smiled into the kiss as your mind wandered back to how he confessed to liking you for ages, even if it was a bit hazy from the alcohol.

You hoped you'd remember this in the morning. You wanted to treasure this moment.

You let out a shaky breath as you kissed his lips, feeling like you were getting high from him as if he were a drug. His hands began to snake up your top, gliding over the soft skin of your stomach, reaching your ribs.

You shivered at his touch in a good way, ready to rip off your shirt for him. You wanted to tear his right off his body, but you held yourself back for the sake of not ruining the mood just in case.

Subconsciously, you began to roll your hips into his. He gripped onto them as if his life depended on it, and you bet he left fingernail marks into your skin. His hot breaths hit you in the face as he pulled away to catch his breath, looking down at your hips crashing into his.

He leaned his forehead against your head, unable to pace his breathing. You weren't any better, especially with the way you could feel his arousal right underneath yours. Oh, dear god, you were completely lost in his touch. In his gaze. In his movements.

The little brother was now much more of a man than you ever imagined, completely forgetting about the one you made an effort to come back to.

Now, at this moment, when he groaned as he rocked your hips into his for you, your mind exploded in thoughts about him. The way he moved you into him was so effortlessly hot, and the way his face scrunched up when you grasped a handful of his hair in response.

 It felt like you were drowning. Maybe you were. But you needed more than just this.

You needed all of him.

“M-mingi,” you whispered breathlessly as his lips sucked on your neck. 

“Hm?” he moaned right into the skin of your neck, still rocking your hips into his.

Your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head. You couldn't even think about the words you wanted to say—they aren't important anymore.

What was important was the way your body spoke for you.

Your fingertips brushed against the hem of his t-shirt, curling around it in pleasure. You pulled it up slightly, and without a word, he gave you a nod to take it off of him.

You pulled the shirt over his head, a smirk on your face as you looked at his toned waist. You ran a hand down the ripples of muscle, not noticing the entranced look Mingi was giving you.

He fiddled with the end of your shirt, and met your eyes before doing anything hasty. You smiled and nodded, and he gently took the top off with affection. He smiled back at you, leaning in to bump his forehead with yours with a slight chuckle.

You leaned in again, kissing him with a bit more power than before. Your stomach flipped as he grasped the back of your head with one hand, his other sliding down your neck to meet your chest, gripping your breast softly through your sports bra. 

He spared no time in burying his head in the crook of your neck, biting and sucking like no tomorrow. You were way too drunk to realize how sloppy you both were, but in the moment, it was blissful. It felt like the very first time, and in your mind, you wanted it to be. You kind of regretted how you thought he was nothing but the brother of your crush. Well, now, that was now reversed.

“It’s either I fuck you down here on the couch,” he mumbled into your lips. “Or I’m carrying you up to my bed.”

You nearly melted into a puddle. Who knew he was like this? Was it the alcohol?

“Bed,” you moaned into his neck, biting his earlobe. “I want to be in your bed.”

“Goddammit.” 

He nearly growled as you said those words, gripping the back of your thighs before standing up straight with you. You held onto him tightly while he wobbled up the steps drunkenly. You hoped this wasn't going to be some type of intoxicated mistake in his eyes, but in yours, you had nothing to regret. There was nothing holding you back.

He held you tightly as he walked up the stairs of his beach house, unable to wait any longer. As soon as he entered his room, he set you down gently on the bed. “Is your ankle okay?” he asked, making sure he wasn't manhandling you—it was quite the opposite.

To be fair, you completely forgot about the pain in your ankle. It was the least of your worries as the beautiful man stood above you while you laid flat on his bed.

“Just come here.”

It took a second for him to process that you were laying in his bed, ready for him to do absolutely anything to you. He stared down at you for a moment, eyes raking over your half-naked body. He couldn't get enough of you—you were his dream. So now that you were in his bed? Well, he wasn't so sure where to go with it.

But you did.

“Mingi,” you sighed, meeting his intoxicated gaze. “Just please come here.”

He looked lost, as if he didn't want to do anything rashly. Maybe a bit of the alcohol wore off, as his eyes looked like he wasn't sure how he ended up here. He hesitated as he looked you up from head to toe, but once you saw the slight smirk peek from his lips, you knew what was next.

He leaned over you on the bed, giving you a kiss as his body pressed flat against yours. As the moment sped up with your hands in his hair and his on your chest, he finally slid the bra off in one swipe, catching you off guard.

He took a second to admire your beauty, then gave you another kiss, letting out a breath as he began to kiss you from your lips, to your collarbone, then meeting your breasts. He nibbled at your nipple slightly, causing you to gasp in pleasure. 

You wanted to moan out his name. Cry out for him. At this moment, all you saw was him and the friendly sparkle in his eyes—although now they looked more like the devil’s.

He sat up for a moment to undo the tie on his shorts, allowing you to pull them off of him to reveal his length that you were aching to have inside of you. He was bigger than you even imagined, although you had taken a bit of time to actually acknowledge how much he has grown since you last remembered him. He was more than anything you could imagine, and now the brother you used to think about was only a distant memory in your mind. 

After he was fully undressed, his eyes looked devilish. He leaned over you once again, knocking you onto your back with force. His chain necklace hit your face as his hands caressed your curves, meeting the waistband of your pants. He slid them down your hips, and you lifted yourself up slightly to help him out. The minute he got them off, he was back to feeling you up with a lovestruck look on his face.

“You're so beautiful,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours as he hovered above you. “So beautiful that it hurts.” he kissed your forehead at that, leaving your heart spiraling.

You smiled up at his gorgeous face, watching his eyes dance with curiosity. He looked nervous, like he’s never done this before. You knew that he had, but it was his first time with you, atleast. It was an overwhelming thought—this man had longed for you while you longed for his brother. You wanted to prove to him that it was only him in your eyes and heart.

He looked down at your heat and then back up to your eyes, a shy expression on his beautiful features. “Can I…make love to you?”

It was the fact that he asked so respectively that nearly made you squirm under his hold. Not the fact that you were about to get fucked or the fact of his body over yours, but the slight worry in his tone made you want to share your life with him. You nodded without a word, allowing him to begin to enter you. He lined himself up against you, lifting your legs up to put them up on his chest. He gripped your thighs tightly as he slid into you, slowly beginning to thrust with each moment. Your senses began to heighten as your walls collapsed for him, all you could hear was the pitter patter of rain and the tangled breaths between you and him both.

His breath was shaky as he pumped in and out of you, letting out small moans whenever he looked at you. You scrunched your eyebrows in pleasure as he started to move faster and faster, crying out as his fingernails pierced through the skin of your thigh.

“You have no idea how much I wanted this,” he said breathlessly as he moved gracefully.

You were sure the alcohol in your system was long gone, considering how realistic this all was. You saw his eyes glimmer. You felt his heart pound. You saw beads of sweat drip down his neck. You saw the smile he let out as he looked down at you. You were his everything—and now you were one, sharing the same body and moving together like waves of the ocean.

As you were getting closer to your high, he flipped you around quickly, tossing you into your back with no struggle. He slid right back into you, causing you to moan at his strength. “Mingi,” you moaned, lost in the sea of his movements.

He grunted, fucking you harder and harder as you moaned more and more. “Fuck, I love it when you moan my name,” he hissed, gripping your hips as he pounded into you.

He nuzzled his head against yours as he moved, and you got wetter by the minute. You've never felt this way with any other man, and as you reached your high, he bit your earlobe from the back and gripped your hair, tugging it slightly as you began to see stars.

His breaths became shallower, his heartbeat picked up speed. He noticed your state and chuckled seductively in your ear. “Ah, you like that, hm?” His laugh was smooth. “No more making fun of my laugh, huh?”

You had no words for him. He already knew the answer. But when you came all over his dick, he thrusted into you even deeper, causing you to grip at the silk sheets underneath you.

It was as if you put a spell on him. The minute you came, he couldn't hold it in anymore. He let out a sharp breath as he shoved himself inside you, harder and harder, throwing his head back like he was possessed. You were sure your knuckles were turning white as you gripped onto the pillow that your head rested on. He bucked his hips for the last time, emptying himself into you before crashing down onto your back and rolling to the side of you.

The room was spinning, you never even gave yourself a chance to look around to see the detail of his room. You were sure there were lots of unique things tied to the unique mingi, but you couldn't focus on anything but the man beside you.

His chest rose and fell like the sun, glistening with sweat like the morning dew. He was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, and even as you fought to keep your eyes open after that eventful experience, you reached out to wrap your arms around his waist, throwing yourself into the comfort of his embrace.

You were already asleep when he whispered his adoration with a kiss on the forehead, tucking you under the blankets with him as your pillow.

—

It wasn't the first time you woke up to him, and you hoped it wouldn't be the last. His warm sleepy breaths hit your face in the daylight, and you opened your eyes to see mingi in all his glory, soft snores escaping his lips. The same lips that claimed your own the night before.

Despite your drunkenness last night, you remembered everything in detail, including the way the nightlight in the corner of his room glowed as you drifted off to sleep in his arms. It was a bit domestic, much more realistic than any type of sexual encounter you’ve had in the past. You didn't want to ever have another encounter like that if it wasn't with mingi…

As you were lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice how affectionately Mingi was looking at you through his sleepy eyes. 

“Good morning,” you hummed, suddenly feeling a bit insecure in his hold. He has now seen every part of you in every way, and he was no longer the brother of your friend. He was no longer just a friendly face—he was now your lover.

“Hi,” he smiled, his voice raspy. You watched his gaze deepen as he looked at your eyes, then your nose, then your lips. The corners of his mouth turned up when he saw you yawn. “Are you still tired?”

You didn't want to tell him that the alcohol—and the sex—wore you out completely, but he wasn't the type to really inflate his ego. He would probably blush and hide his face into your chest, and even though it would've been cute to see, you shook your head no.

“I’m wide awake now,” you chuckled as he stared at you lovingly. You looked down at his smooth lips, getting flashbacks from how amazing they felt on yours. You leaned blinked at him for a second, until you leaned over and pecked them quickly. You didn't want him smelling your morning breath.

Just as you were about to escape from his arms to go brush your teeth, he gripped you by the waist to pull you to him, causing you to hold your breath as his face neared yours. “No, you're not just gonna kiss me and leave like that,” he tilted his head playfully, then gripped the side of your face before bringing his lips to yours.

“Wait–” kiss. “My morning breath—”

He kissed you again. “I don't care.”

You stopped trying to squirm out of his grip at those words, and you relaxed in his arms while he kissed you through his smile.

He leaned his forehead against yours now. “I love kissing you,” he smiled blissfully, his brown hair covering the smile of his eyes. You reached out to brush it away, tucking it behind his pink ears.

So cute.

You ran your hand down his cheek in adoration of his beauty. You knew you were gonna add this whole situation into your book, but you might have to change some steamy details. “So, do you work at the market today?” you asked him, leaning on your elbows on your side.

He shook his head. “No, but I am planning on doing something today.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Hm? Like what?”

He smirked. You couldn't get used to it. 

“You.”

It took you a moment to understand the cheesy joke, and when you did, you gave him a smack on the shoulder and took it as a hint to stand up. It felt like you were together for years, but at the same time, it was as if you had just met. It was dreamlike—straight out of a fictional story. Maybe that was why you were so keen on writing your book about him.

“Okay okay, besides doing you, I would also like to take you on a date,” he mumbled as you stood up, but lost his train of thought as you were completely naked in front of him. “I uh, i forgot what I was saying.”

You tried to hide your insecurity as you stood confidently in front of him. You tossed on his t-shirt and slid on your underwear, making him lose it even more.

“Fucking hell, y/n,” he breathed, staring at you in awe as you wore his shirt. 

You slid on your pants then, looking at him mischievously as he sat up in his bed. Clementine was snoring on the edge, offering even more ambiance to the moment. It felt like you were meant to be here with him.

“What?” you tilted your head at him with a smirk. “Are we gonna go on that date or what?”

—

The sound of crashing waves filled your senses, and the smell of the salty air made memories of your childhood flood into your mind. The memories included Mingi, who would always sit on the sand and watch you and seonghwa from a distance. He was there, but it was always his brother, and not him.

Oh, how the times have changed.

You walked through the sand with Mingi next to you; your yellow sundress flowing in the wind. He wanted to hold your hand—you could tell by the way it twitched towards you. The sky reminded you of his hair, as the clouds looked slightly like stripes. It was a beautiful day.

The orange hues of the sky also reminded you of the day you ran into him, and you remembered how you felt when you first saw him. 

Being with him felt like you were meeting for the very first time over and over again. Every touch felt like the first time. Every kiss felt like your first one.

In the hand that wasn't trying to grab yours, he held a wicker-picnic basket filled with homemade food. He had told you earlier about how bad he always wanted to go on a picnic date, so you spent the entirety of the day making random things to take to the beach. It mostly consisted of rooting through cabinets and kissing each other at every chance you could get.

You walked quietly next to each other, the only sounds were the crashing of the waves and the chirping of birds. You held the picnic blanket close to you with one hand, and finally, you interlocked your fingers into his. You watched him swallow hard, and you were unable to hide your happiness. 

Once you got to the perfect spot, he set down the basket and put down the blanket nicely. You sat down on it while he set up the food, unable to keep your eyes off of him. 

He stood tall as per usual, with a white button up with a few of the buttons undone. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of khaki shorts clung to his thighs. His skin was like honey and his eyes glimmered. He looked otherworldly—as if he didn't belong here. There was no way someone this attractive was real, but here he was, in front of you. 

His heart was beating for you.

“Here,” he handed you a plate of food he so proudly made. There wasn't anything he couldn't do.

You smiled and took it from his hand. “Thank you, Mingi.”

He grinned as he sat down across from you. He watched you as you took a bite of the food, unable to look away from you. He didn't even reach to grab his own plate of food, and just smiled as you ate.

You met his eyes. “What? Is there something on my face?” you asked frantically, wondering why he was looking at you so attentively.

He laughed at that. “No, you're just pretty.”

You smiled and took another bite. “Jeez, you're cheesy.”

He leaned back, the tips of his fingers in the sand. There was barely anyone on the beach at this hour, as the sun was about to set on the ocean horizon. “I can't help it. I never thought I'd be on a date with you. It's like a dream.”

You swallowed the food before you spoke. “I still can't believe you liked me. I never even realized,” you sighed, lost in the past while he was enjoying the present.

“Hey, it’s fine. You're here with me now, it’s all about timing.” he mumbled happily, reaching for a piece of strawberry cake that was store bought. You didn't have the skills to bake. 

You looked him up and down, just happy to be in his presence. Once again, Seonghwa was not a thought in your mind as you looked at Mingi—who couldn't stop admiring you. 

You smiled as you thought about him. “You were my little Mingi,” you teased, watching his ears turn pink.

He scoffed. “Little?” he stood up deviously, and you should've known what was coming next. “Come here.”

He grabbed you before you could even make a move, and lifted you up off the blanket. He carried you towards the ocean, struggling as you tried to get out of his grip.

“No! Stop! I take it back!” you laughed, kicking your feet as you watched the water flow from underneath you. He still held you in his arms, but the minute the water was slightly deeper, he tossed you into the water with a romantic laugh.

Water enveloped you as you fell, and you looked up to him as you tasted the salt water in your mouth. With all the strength you got, you stood up and jumped at him, causing you both to tumble into the water. 

It was like a scene from a movie. He tossed water at you while you tried to knock him down once again, and how he looked even more romantic than he did earlier. His hair was messy on top of his head, and the white shirt he was sporting now clung to his toned chest. You thanked the lord he wore white today, as you were able to see the ripples of his abs through the fabric.

You were tangled in each other both physically and emotionally, lost in each other’s souls and beating in each other’s hearts. You wished this moment would last forever, and you craved to share more moments of him that you could remember for a lifetime.

—

The romantic moment ended the minute you got back to his home, but in a different way.

He ripped your dress off your body as quickly as he could, the shower running in the background. His hair was still wet from the ocean, and his lips tasted like saltwater. You couldn't get enough of him.

He breathed heavily into your mouth, gripping your hips as he backed you up into the wall. His shirt was long gone now, the only thing on him were the soaking wet shorts.

“Take them off,” you groaned as he kissed you hungerly, tugging on his waistband. He moaned in response, gripping your face instead of listening to you. You decided to do it yourself, and as you unbuttoned his pants, you kneeled down onto the soft throw carpet and pulled the shorts down to the ground.

“W-what are you—ah,” he stuttered as you gripped him, unable to finish his sentence. The minute you stuck him in your mouth was the moment his knees weakened, and he almost lost his balance. “Oh my god.”

You glided your tongue around him, sucking tightly as you almost choked on how big he was. He gripped the hair on the top of your head as he inhaled sharply, breathing like he had just ran a marathon.

“Fuck, y/n,” he moaned your name, tossing his head back onto the wall. “How are you so fucking good at this?” he wanted to say more and you could tell, but you nibbled on his dick slightly before he could get any other words out.

You looked up at him from the ground, meeting his intense gaze. He sucked in sharply, gripping you by the shoulders to lift you up and to toss you into the shower. You were immediately met with scorching hot water, but you were numb to it the minute he entered the shower.

His mouth was on yours once again, biting your lip so hard you could've sworn you tasted blood.

“I’m gonna show you that I'm not so little anymore,” he whispered raspily into your face, his eyes slanted with lust. You wanted him to do everything possible to you—no matter what it was. 

There was just something so attractive about a man being in love, and maybe it was because it was him. He was passionate and powerful, and was going to make sure you knew what you were getting into.

He fucked you hard from behind and pounded into you as hard as he could. You saw the stars again as the edges of your vision grew darker and darker. The water from the shower dripped down your face as he moved rhythmically, lost in his movements. 

“You feel so good,” he moaned out, his head resting on top of yours. “Fuck.”

You smacked your head against the tile walls from his strength, unable to hold yourself up. He had a hold on you that no one else ever will, and you were sure that he was going to be the one for you, even if you ever even thought about the possibility before.

It felt like you were floating. He made you feel as if you were above the clouds, lost in a mess of him and his beauty. You knew that you’ve never had someone like him before, and you never wanted this to stop.

He made love to you over and over again as July became August—and you became his lover.

—

You woke up next to him the next morning. And the morning after that. And the morning after that. He’d kiss you on the forehead while you would hold him tightly, and then you’d brush your teeth together in the morning with clementine at your feet.

You never specified if you were officially dating or anything, but you didn't want to ruin the bliss you were in for now. 

As the days passed, you fell in love with him. You knew you loved him from the minute he held you when you were scared of the storm all those nights ago, but now, as you laid in bed next to him on a rainy august morning, your heart knew what it wanted.

And what it wanted was him.

You watched him sleep peacefully as the rain tumbled to the ground outside. Clementine sat on the windowsill, watching the raindrops race down the glass.

But the silence didn't last.

“Yo, i’m back Mingi—” a voice boomed from the door, and it opened to reveal a handsome man you knew was seonghwa. He stood in shock as he met eyes with you, and mingi woke up with a jolt as soon as he heard his brother’s voice. “Oh?” 

You cradled the blanket to your naked chest while mingi leaned over to cover you. “Hyung? Y-you're home?” he frantically stuttered, but you couldn't help but notice the shock in Seonghwa’s eyes as he began to recognize you. 

“Y/N?” his eyes were wide, completely shocked. He dropped the bag that was in his hand, his mouth slightly agape as he stared at you from across the room. “Is that you? In my brother’s bed?”

“I–uh,” you spit out, looking between the two brothers. It was uncomfortable, especially since you were worried about what was running through Mingi’s mind. “Yeah. It's me. In his bed.”

He looked at the way you were clutching the blanket, and the way mingi was protectively covering you with his own body. “Naked…in bed…with my brother. What a great reunion,” he muttered, and you were unable to read his expression. He scoffed then, but then looked away from you respectfully. 

“I’ll explain, hwa—” you tried to say, but Seonghwa interrupted.

“No. No need, just talk to me when you're um,” he signaled to your body without looking over. “Fully clothed.”

He walked out at that, shutting the door behind him. You couldn't lie, he looked great. Amazing even. He had hardly aged a day, but looked much more refined. Mingi looked over at you with a sigh, and you wondered what he was thinking. You hoped he wasn't second guessing himself.

You gave him a sweet kiss to brighten the mood, which made him smile immediately.

“We should go greet him,” you murmured with a slight chuckle, to which he laughed along with you.

“Yeah, that would be good.”

—

Seonghwa stared at you with awe, unable to meet his brother's eyes. 

“I just can't believe it. You and my brother—when did you even come back?” he questioned, looking through your eyes. “I would have rushed back here if I knew you were here.”

“Well, good thing you didn't,” mingi joked, but you knew he was thinking way too hard about something. 

Hwa disregarded that as most older brothers would. “You look good. Really good,” he smiled at you, his eyes piercing into yours. His hair was longer than it used to be, and it was styled smoothly on his forehead. He looked good, too. 

His brother just looked better.

Mingi sat next to you on the couch in the middle of you and seonghwa, his hand gripping your thigh. You knew what he was doing, and you just wanted to tell him he didn't need to worry.

“Thanks, Hwa. it’s so good to see you again,” you smiled at him, truthfully. You had to admit that you really wanted to see him, but right now, every romantic emotion that was once tied to him was now tied to mingi. You set your hand down on top of the hand that was on your thigh, making sure he knew you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

Seonghwa looked down at your hand and swallowed hard. “So, what brings you back here?”

Mingi’s grip tightened on your thigh.

“Oh, well I um. I came back to see you guys. I missed you both.” you couldn't say you came back to see seonghwa, because now your whole motives changed. 

The way seonghwa was looking at you felt like a bomb was about to go off. You were never hyper aware of his feelings for you, but as his gaze met yours and the way mingi kept you close to him made you think that he knew something you didn't. 

“Oh, you came to see me? I’m sorry I wasn't here when you got here, y/n,” he smiled.

Mingi didn't like the way he was smiling at you.

“I have to go feed Clementine,” He made an excuse, letting go of the grip he had on you to stand up. He gave one last look to you before walking out of the room and into the kitchen.

Once he left, your thoughts were interrupted by Seonghwa’s sweet voice.

 “Are you guys a thing?” he asked you softly, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “I always thought that we were….you know…”

You sighed and sat up more, ready to explain everything on your mind. “Yeah, Mingi and I are together,” you smiled as you thought about him. “And uh, I did like you. I really did. I always did, Hwa, but now, I….” you took time with your words. “Now I know that Mingi is the one for me.”

Seonghwa nodded, letting out a sigh. “I guess my timing was a bit off, huh?” he chuckled, offering you a kind smile. You didn't mean to change the pattern of your heart, but it was just what needed to happen.

You didn't say anything. You didn't need to. He knew your feelings, and knew that they weren't for him. At least not anymore.

“Well, it was good to see you. I hope we can still be friends,” he smiled, standing up from the couch. “I have to go to work, but um, it was really nice seeing you.”

You nodded, standing up with him. “It was good to see you, too.”

He walked past you and patted you on the head before walking out of the house, leaving you alone with mingi once again.

You knew he heard all of that. You hoped he did, at least, so he knows how much you care for him. You know how insecure he feels about the fact you used to like his brother, and you wanted him to know that there was no reason to worry about it anymore.

“Mingi?” you called out, but there was no answer. You walked into the kitchen to see tiny snacking on her dinner, but there was no mingi in sight.

You walked through the kitchen to go out of the patio doors, finding mingi in the backyard next to the garden you used to steal strawberries from.

“There you are,” you breathed, walking on the grass barefoot towards him. The rain had stopped now, the only sign of it was the dewyness of the grass. Mingi was facing the other way, deep in thought as he stared at the crimson fruit in front of him. “Seonghwa just left.”

He nodded without a word. You took notice of his slumped shoulders and his unusual aura. 

You reached out to touch him on the shoulder. “Mingi, I—”

“You're not gonna drop me for him now that he’s back, right?” he asked you, turning around to face you now. 

His words hurt more than they should have. Even if you never declared you were in a relationship together, that doesn't mean you’d drop him for an old flame that never caught on fire.

You looked up into his eyes. Oh, those beautiful eyes. They seemed to worry way too much.

You took a step closer to him, just enough to tightly wrap your arms around his slim waist. You didn't say anything to him at the moment. You just held him, knowing he needed to be held. It took a second for him to wrap his arms around you, and when he did, he squeezed you tightly, as if he were afraid you'd escape his hold.

“No, baby. I’m not gonna leave you,” you looked up at him, smiling bright. “Why would I leave the man I love?”

He stiffened in your embrace, pulling back slightly to read your expression. “What?” he spoke softly, his eyes wildly looking into yours. “What did you just say?”

“I said why would I leave the man I love?” you giggled nervously, knowing it was a bit rash to say. “That would be stupid. How could I do that?”

He held onto you tightly, but looked confused as ever. “I thought I was gonna be the first one to say it,” he smiled, focused solely on you and only you. “I was just worried you didn't feel the same.”

“Oh, come on,” you grinned, pulling him toward you again. “I thought it was obvious.”

He looked down at you, completely in love. “Well I love you, too, y/n,” he pushed his forehead against yours, leaning down to press his lips against yours. “More than you love me, of course.”

You scoffed, but still smiled happily as he kissed you again. 

It was everything you ever wanted. From the way he made you feel—enough to write a book about him—and the way he cared for you as if you were the most expensive work of art in a museum. He cherished you, and you wanted to live out your life with him. You wanted to spend every summer, autumn, winter, and spring with him. 

After all, He was your sun. Your world. And you were his moon, his everything. 

“In your dreams, Song Mingi.”

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[nightswithkookmin]

Hey it's good to write to you again 💖love your sense of humour it always hype me😄😄

I just went to Yoongi's concert, I'm telling it's magical, loud and fun. What made me even more excited is because I was traveling with my friend whom we just renewed our friendship that was broken because of misunderstandings, I introduced her to bts and as we were watching their content she suddenly said she like jikook, and in my mind I thought she is talking about them in a platonic way so when she elaborated she said she can see when people are fucking each other😁😂 I laughed then I showed her your blog she's been reading it saying you are very blunt😂😅 Anyway few day after she came and asked me if taehyung used to date Jimin or if tae has a crush on Jimin because she noticed at times tae would look at Jimin's lips and all, I said I thought the same at first. Do you think v had a crush on Jimin, Is that why Jungkook when it comes to yoongi, Rm and tae he needs to clarify that it is friendship turning down every ship moment that can be made? Because I noticed he has no problem with Jimin or jihope moments but always with the others he interrupts them.

Aahh vmin vmin vmin- the ship that could if only they would

No one knows for sure what his thing was with Jimin. It was easier to label it as a crush for kicks and giggles back then. But as grown adults that they are now its a little bit 🥴

I mean sometimes the members themselves do admit some of the things they do and say is a bit fruity 🤷🏾

With Jungkook isn't it double standards for him to feel the need to go out of his way to demystify Jimin's ships while his own ships hang in the gay balance?

Minimoni are friends he says but Namjoon and I are thirsting over eachother's bodies- boys scouts honor

Yoongi and Jimin are laughable he snorts but hey what's that in between Jins legs. time to jiggle jiggle

He's made not letting Jimin's ships breath his entire personality and instead of Jimin whooping his ass as he should he's 'oh Jungkookie" melting away at him

Not to say Jm enjoys it entirely cos clearly it gets a bit too much for him sometimes🥲

This 'double standards' is something I hear most teen same sex couples complain of so I find it interesting to see these things play out between them.

And it's definitely interesting how we the fans respond to this as well. We will praise Jungkook for being territorial but let Jimin exhibit a similar territorial streak and suddenly it's he's clingy, he's an attention seeker, and he acts like he owns Jungkook.

I'll take it a notch further and analyze this in light of Tae's reaction to this territorial behavior in both of them. If Jungkook acts territorial over Jimin with Tae, Tae backs away, acts like he's gonna cry most times and only puts up a fight on few occasions but should JM try to be territorial over Jungkook, Tae would square up with him more often than not🥴

Then there's Namjoon who used to back down and show some respect for the Maknae's feelings- and then suddenly doesn't care anymore. He legit said,

I digress.

Sigh. Am I the only one missing Jin? Where's that one Taejin shipper please send me Taejin gifs😭😭😭😭

Tae can be intense and he's able to connect to people and things on a very deep emotional almost spiritual level. When he was young he used to desire this same level of intensity from the people around him often leading to him coming across as not having emotional boundaries. I don't know much about him personally, but I can deduce from certain things he says and does that he used to get this thrown in his face a lot.

This lack of emotional boundaries is what is often misconstrued as a crush by some of us.

But I think he just wants to hold hands on the pier with Jimin and discuss their deep deep affections for one another while the sun gradually set over the water

It doesn't make them gay- may be lesbians for sure but not gay😭

And while Jimin equally wants a friendship like that and so reciprocate with Tae- he better not try that shit on Jungkook.

You're gonna caress Jungkook's hands in the dime light, over soft music, while whispering to him how much emotionally attached you are to him- better be prepared to have his children while you're at it

So to answer your question, I think Jungkook knows the difference between what's an unconventional quirky friendship and what's blatantly Gay.

And most of the time when he's reacting to these scenarios he's simply expressing his discomfort with the latter.

The day Jungkook goes cross eyed on Vmin is the day you know for sure those two are crossing some serious boundaries Friends shouldn't cross. Other than that I don't think he minds- nor should he.

The only reason he should be worried at all would be if Jimin is emotionally bonding with Tae and not JK. As it stands, that's not the case.

Minimoni are not Vmin. They are not the quirky unconventional same sex friends that Vmin are. So yea, if they start touching up on eachother and if Namjoon- NAMJOON- KIM NAMJOON- starts flirting and flashing dimples at Jimin he has every reason to be worried. I TOO WILL BE UNCOMFORTABLE AND I'M NOT EVEN DATING JIMIN.

THIS KIM NAMJOON????

Smart intelligent successful TALL KIM NAMJOON?

Look, Jungkook is even better than me. I wouldn't let my girlfriend be friends with a KIM NAMJOON. Are you kidding?! I would follow them everywhere and put surveillance on them. Reinforce social distancing rules. 5 ft apart always and never alone in one room.

You think ill let my girlfriend be friends with an Rm, Yoongi, Jk you're mad. And then they'll just tell you casually, hey babe i'm gonna hang out at Rm's place- eh? Excuse me?! PARDON!

Hanging out doing what exactly cos I know yall be not talking about your feelings with them. PRAY TELL WHAT EXACTLY YALL BE HANGING OUT FOR?

I mean I'm not threatened by Yoongi per se but Agust D? Child no. No. No no no no no. NO.

Personally I don't think Jimin is in any way romantically interested in anyone in BTS other than Jk. I will fight him on this if he denies it🤧

But doesn't mean certain people in the band don't- sexually excite him beside JK. He's a rather healthy young adventurous spirited gentleman - with raging fiery hormones JK tries to keep under control

*Insert JK screaming I DO NOT APPROVE OF THIS LEVEL OF HOTTNESS🤣

If your boyfriend had sexy sultry eyes and a Jawline that looks straight out of a hentai anime imagining you would want to police him around too.

And look, Daddy is not wood.

Sticks and stones may break his bones but dare I say, tall chiseled 8 inch biggo excites him😝

I suppose curvy wide hips big booty breastina does it for him too😭😭😭😭😭

I think he finds Namjoon and Jk's physique ideal and attractive as men. And if he's dating Jk then I see how that would be a problem for Jk.

For Suga, I think it's more of how Suga treats Jimin. He treats JM like someone would treat someone they loved. Jimin admires Suga a lot. For his intellect, for his passion- JM has a tattoo of Suga's words on his body. Let that sink in and then put yourself in JK's shoes.

Jimin may be evasive but when he admires someone he praises them a lot. He praises their physique ifm he finds that ideal or attractive or intellect if he admires their ingenuity. He keeps praising and admiring JK. He keeps admiring Namjoon for more than his physique- come to think of it he's shown considerable admiration for Suga, RM and Jk more so than the others.

The only time I've seen him admire V in any way sus is when he said Tae has a huge shlong. I suppose that's enough reason for anyone to Stan V😭 If I hadn't seen it myself I would have said my man's exaggerating but that thing is humongous😭😭😭😭

Moving on from V's shlong,

Between V and Jimin I frankly don't recall who influenced who. We know Jimin today to be the most emotionally vulnerable one who's able to connect emotionally with others but if memory serves me right, that used to be V🤔

He's the one most of the members felt emotionally honest with and comfortable with and the one they seem to suggest helped them gain confidence to be themselves emotionally.

I don't know. Sometimes I feel JM and V are the same person. Different sides of the same coin. Their soul mate shtick makes sense to me.

Talking of soulmates, I find it interesting Tae Talking about twin flames in his new song May be. He said he would release it in 10yrs but I'm itching to hear the whole thing NOW. A. It's a really deep good song. The lyrics are fire, the genre is on point

You told me you are my twin flame, Our colors shimmer the same, when the world is cold in the winter, we'll melt each other away.

I have to praise him for the emotional depth most of his sings have- it's everything I desire in a song. A song that speaks to the human condition and evoke such strong emotions and is very soulful. Bravo mate.

But isn't it interesting how he's switched from soulmate to twin flames and yet still evoke the same imageries of the moon the way he's done when writing songs inspired by Jimin?

Not only is his dick massive his voice is massive too😭

Sorry what was your question?

Ah, JK interrupting JMs ships.

I don't know what to tell ya. He's a hater🤣🤣🤣🤣

You should watch him finding all the excuses in the world as to why JM shouldn't collaborate with the members on a song but somehow had no objection when JM said he'd make a song with him😭😭😭😭

You know when he was younger and he was asked whom he would entrust his sister to out of the group he chose himself? He couldn't chose anyone even when most of them chose Jimin💀

That was his sister. Now imagine his partner 🤣

There's no over analyzing this. I think it's just his personality. And he's been consistent with it. Remember the Perilla leaf debate?

Personally I think some members deliberately avoided answering the question- or answered it the way they did bcos of Jungkook 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣

When Tae said let's take turns I knew Jk was gonna throw a bomb and Jimin was gonna stutter 😭😭😭😭

And of course Namjoon and Suga will say they don't care- of course 😌

Cos if they did care then Jungkook would be vindicated won't he🤣

Ahhh Jimin- JM and his tiny, but why should it even matter if you're eating how would you even notice these things 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Boy's been traumatized straddling the line between the hyungs and the Maknae trying to explain to JK relax we are not flirting, relax he grabbed my balls don't mean I'm cheating. Meanwhile all JK seeing is them walking down the aisle in rainbow suits🤧

If everything we've been screaming on ship street wasn't making things clear, it's obvious from this clip alone the diverse views on boundaries that exist in the group.

It's clear, as I've been saying, JK has boundaries. Boundaries some members think is childish and ridiculous and so do not respect or adhere to which used to be a major cause of tensions within the group.

And for Tae to point out in support of Jungkook that sharing a chopstick or whatever those Perilla leaves were meant to signify was a sign of crossing boundaries should answer my question about him backing down when JK instills boundaries over JM with him but not so much when JM tries to instill boundaries with him.

It's double standard on Jms part and Tae is not the one. Do unto Jk what you want done unto you. If you think JK is childish for trying to instil boundaries with your friends what gives you the right to instill boundaries over JKs friends? Gotta love him. He's a no nonsense sort of person.

Now, we also understand why Namjoon stopped respecting JK's boundaries. It goes both ways.

When I tell you BTS has more drama and is better than the Kardashians whew🤭

Jungkook was the most gaslit member of the group. They constantly made him out to be this unreasonable possessive dude who couldn't keep his relationship a secret. Personally, I don't think a person's boundaries have to be negotiable. It's not something you negotiate on with them. And ridiculing them and calling their boundaries unreasonable and childish speaks to your own inability to take no for an answer which is generally toxic.

It's a good thing JM made his emancipation proclamation himself cos JKV and I were gonna have to break him free from the mold.

Okay bye I'm gonna watch it and akeke to myself again

Oh wait, your friend. I should say something nice- ho ho ho ho ha ha ha ha may the force be with you💜

[tacagen]

rating thawne's deaths on a 10 point scale

snapped neck: 6/10. ok. not good, not bad, well-deserved, timeless, impactful. i love the way thawne is still complaining about that one though.

flashpoint: 9/10. imagine becoming a living paradox and proceeding to rant about how your speedster nemesis cant hurt you now (very normal way to put it btw.) only to be pierced by a fucking sword. dumb and classic, all good here.

the button: 100/10 THE DUMBEST DEATH OF THEM ALL AND MY ALL TIME FAVORITE. also a classic, imagine being told multiple times that youre going to die and fucking carry on like youre the Smartest here and nothing could ever happen to you and actually ima adopt you barry. thawne's character at its finest.

running scared: 8/10. not bad. ironic last words and 'on my life i swear' about the promise he intended to break all along. once again, dead because he couldnt shut the fuck up and look around him. iris, my beautiful tired of thawne's shit queen, I STAN.

the flash cw season 1: 5/10. dont remember it much asides from being totally pointless as it has 0 effect on thawne's existence further and our beloved Genius of Time Travel, who can Calculate Every Single Timeline Consequence To His Actions revealing his fucking name to his ancestor and bullying him into murder by suicide.

legends of tomorrow season 2: 10/10. love this one. top 10 reverse-flash moments. my dude got together like 15 other versions of himself for each to do practically fucking nothing other than to group pose and die. an honorable mention: poor black flash who got called a monster just for trying to do his timeline protection job and who endured all of thawne's shit only for it to turn out completely pointless as well. then again if you think about it, everything that happens in cw is pointless.

the flash cw season 6: 2/10. does that even count as a death. makes zero fucking sense. 2 points only for thawne being a total loser and resembling negaduck's 'crisis on infinite darkwings' death.

suicude squad: hell to pay: 10/10. i gave this 10 points already just for his last words 'fuck my life'. again, DOESNT KNOW HOW TO SHUT THE FUCK UP WHICH GETS HIM KILLED. thawne believing in the afterlife in the first place feels out of character to me though.

finish line: 0/10. it was very hard to waste a character like that without even realising it AFTER WRITING HIM WITH SUCH A DEEP UNDERSTANDING BEFORE but you've done it, williamson ⭐

legends of tomorrow season 7: 7/10. very balanced death, little bit of thawne having zero fucking braincells, little bit of meaning. not even complaining about the concept, silly little domesticated rat doing his silly little job of preserving the timeline. i approve.

jurassic league: 10/10. first i suggest we just stop and think for a moment about the fact that we got a DINOSAUR THAWNE in a list of deaths. second THIS PREHISTORIC DUMPLING GOT FUCKING EATEN. third insert an extinction pun. perfect understanding of thawne being a fucking joke of a character and meme potential.

flashpoint beyond: 12/10. did NOTHING in the plot. meant NOTHING for the plot. just spawned as a corpse and looked pretty in the morgue (10 points already purely for The Page) and i respect that. 1 more point for the button encore and another to martha wayne. thank you for your service queen, we'll never forget your impact on this one.

knight terrors: the flash: 8/10. this mf lasted exactly 3 pages. neat but a bit sad if you think about it. not only got killed unprovokedly but his prescious museum he just tried to protect got damaged as well. didnt even get to finish neither the tour or his point about barry not being able to wake up (again, only tried to help in a way by that?). also i like the way he's once again a creation of barry's subconsciousness acting suspiciously fruity.

#feel free to make this into a challenge lmao #its a full list of his deaths btw with the little exception of fp paradox and whatever might have happened in cw after straightwashing #if its not. please let me know bc i Have To review them all #eobard thawne #reverse flash #professor zoom #the flash #the flash cw #legends of tomorrow

[peashooter85]

Whisky Review Time --- Robert Burns Single Malt Scotch (Isle of Arran)

I picked up a bottle of this from the online store of the PA Wines and Spirits. They had it on clearance sale for $19.99, 50% off from it's regular retail price of $40. So obviously no one was buying it and they need to get rid of it. For $20 I thought I would give it a shot. Did I make a mistake risking $20 on a Scotch I know little to nothing about?

This whisky is made by the Arran Distillery in Lochranza Scotland. That's located here...

In addition to their regular products, every year they release a limited edition single malt in honor of the Scottish poet Robert Burns, who lived and died in the 18th century. Don't know who he is? Well, know this song?

As much as I'd like to do a deep dive of Robert Burns, I'm here to judge whisky, not poetry. According to the distillery, the whisky is aged in ex-bourbon casks. That means they age their whisky in charred American oak barrels that were once used to age Bourbon. They give not age statement but supposedly it's young for a Scotch. It's bottled at 43% ABV.

The aroma of it is very light, so much so I have to stick my nose right in the glencairn I'm drinking from. But I do get pleasant aromas of light sherry, plums, raisins, and other dried fruit. On tasting I notice right away that the flavors of it are not as subtle as the aroma. I get a light taste of the fruity sherry flavor often associated with scotch, but then a very heavy peatiness. It's very smoky and finishes very dry. This peaty smokiness announces itself very loudly and is very in your face. The problem is, I don't know if I like this or not. The flavors are complex and I can definitely respect that but I don't think I like it. I've been trying scotches recently and I've discovered I tend to like scotch that is more sherry oriented, and while I like some peaty smokiness, I don't like it being so in your face. So I tried to tame it a bit by adding a few drops of water. Ehh, it tamed the smokiness and dryness of it to the point that I like those flavors, but eliminated the sherry and dry fruity flavors I enjoy. It doesn't seem like the flavors are balanced. Let me just say for me personally the water trick has never worked, I've never improved a whisk(e)y by adding water that worked with my palate. I'm sure it works with other people, but not for me.

So how do I rate this? Well, to be honest I don't want to rate it. I think it's a matter of taste, and I'm sure there are a lot of people who would say it's great. It's just not for me. If anyone's ever had this before or other Arran whiskies, please feel free to comment and give your rating.

#whisky #whiskey #scotch #Youtube

[cowboyemeritus]

Pour Some Sugar On Me (Papa IV/Reader)

A little something something in honor of the Spillways collab. (18+)

Read on AO3

“Woah there, amore!” Copia wraps an arm around your waist as the two of you stumble into the bedroom. It’s about two in the morning, and the little shin-dig to celebrate the release of the Spillways collab is finally starting to wind down. You’re still feeling the effects of the drinks you’ve consumed over the course of the evening, and although you wouldn’t consider yourself “drunk,” per se, you are definitely a bit lubricated. You have no idea where Copia is at right now, but it seems he’s in less of a state than you are.

Giggling, you turn to face your lover and begin covering his face in kisses. For the sake of his papal paints, you’ve had to hold back for most of the night, only giving him chaste pecks on the lips at opportune moments. It was hard, but you were so brave about it. Now that the two of you are alone, however, you’re free to do what you like.

“I’m so proud of you baby,” you sigh, pressing your mouth to his. Your arms reflexively come to rest on his shoulders, a hand reaching up to run through his hair. “I hope you’re proud, too. You deserve this.” Copia smiles, his eyes filled with warmth. After years of being with him the white eye has ceased to be intimidating. Now, it’s one of many things you find breathtakingly beautiful about him. Copia, your Papa. The thought makes your stomach flutter.

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he says. You break away from him, waving dismissively.

“Oh, enough of that,” you exclaim, wobbling over to the bed and flopping down. “You don’t give yourself enough credit.” You drape one of your arms across your forehead and sigh dramatically. “And it tears me apart, caro!” Copia can’t help but laugh at the way you butcher his accent. He’s still a bit tipsy himself, but Sathanas, you have no idea just how hammered you actually are. He kicks off his shoes before he saunters over to the wardrobe and begins unbuttoning his vest. Sparing a glance in your direction, he sees you’re still sprawled out.

“Do you want to come get ready for bed, bellissima?” He asks, making a mental note to get you to drink some water soon. It’s not often you let yourself get this loose, especially in front of the wider Clergy body, but he suspects it wasn’t entirely your doing. Those fruity little drinks Swiss likes to make can really sneak up on a person. That’s a lesson he’s learned the hard way… several times.

You hum and nod. “In a sec,” you mumble. It feels like you’re sinking into the mattress. “I’m having… I’m having horizontal time.” Copia raises an eyebrow but ultimately lets you do your thing.

“Okie-dokie, then. Suit yourself.” He goes back to undressing, and your half-lidded eyes widen just a bit as he removes his vest and moves on to unbutton that frilly black dress shirt you love so much. You can’t help but admire the soft contours of his body as more and more of his skin is exposed to the low light of the bedroom. He’s just… ugh, it’s hard to put into words how much you love this man and are hot and bothered for him at the same time.

It’s a bit of a struggle, but you’re able to purse your lips just right to make a sharp wolf-whistle. The noise startles Copia out of whatever thoughts he was lost in and he jumps just a little.

“Hey, handsome. Come here often?” He chuckles and rolls his eyes.

“As a matter of fact, I do. And I have a very lovely lady to thank for that.” You squeal, warmth already pooling in your abdomen. Copia shoots you a self-satisfied look. He’s clearly proud of himself for that one. “Yeah? You like when I say nasty little things to you?”

“I do, Papa,” you nod. “You make me feel…” You start to trail a hand down your body and sigh. When you don’t finish he looks to you expectantly and gestures for you to continue.

“I make you feel..? Use your words, topolina.” The tips of your fingers just barely brush over your clothed sex and you let out a small moan.

“You make me feel so hot.” You start to massage yourself through the fabric of your black cocktail dress and Copia hums in agreement.

“That is quite a coincidence,” he purrs. “You make me feel the same way.” With all the buttons undone, he makes a show of taking the shirt off, choosing to toss it onto a nearby chair instead of hanging it up. Dancing to unheard music, he starts unlacing his pants. You cheer him on as he does so, giving you a nice ass wobble every so often. His cock is already straining against the fabric, and he sighs with relief when he’s finally able to shimmy the garment down his legs. You’re almost taken aback when it springs free; you keep forgetting that these pants leave little to no room for underwear; not that you really mind.

This whole time you’ve been touching yourself with increasing speed and pressure. The sight of Copia in front of you, naked save for his socks, has you approaching your climax a lot faster than you were expecting. To keep from spoiling the fun, you have to force yourself to back down.

“Mmm, baby, come here,” you beg, reaching out towards your lover. He can’t help but laugh when you start making grabby hands at him. Much to your disappointment, you watch as Copia retrieves his discarded shirt, hanging it back up in the wardrobe before slipping into a pair of boxers. You stare at him incredulously as he pads over where you’re laying on the bed. In what feels like an instant, he’s leaning over and practically shoving his tongue down your throat. You gasp into his mouth when a hand snakes up your dress and roughly grabs your core. 

As soon as it starts, it’s over; you’re left breathless, reeling, and grasping at reality as Copia meanders into the bathroom. Your gazes meet for a fraction of a second as he’s shutting the door and you see it; you see that look in his eyes that screams work for it, and your resolution just crumbles. He’s outmaneuvered you again, the son of a bitch. 

In a drunken trance, you manage to strip yourself of your shoes, then your dress, bra, and panties, before practically crawling after him. Opening the bathroom door, you find Copia in the process of rinsing off his paints for the night. You stand in the doorway, swaying ever so slightly as you wait for him to finish. It’s only after he’s done drying his face that he finds you kneeling before him. The cold tile is harsh against your knees, but the look of satisfaction on Copia’s face drowns out the unpleasant sensation. He barely has time to lean back against the bathroom counter before you’re sliding the tip of his cock past your lips. You both shudder as he fills your throat completely.

“Oh, cazzo,” is all he has to offer before he’s fucking himself into your mouth like he hates you. And Sweet Satan, it certainly feels like he does. You’re gagging and sputtering almost immediately, moaning around his cock whenever you have the breath for it. Copia gathers your hair into a ponytail and twists it around his fist so he can more precisely guide you along the length of his shaft. Your head spins with the euphoria of oxygen deprivation, and when you reach down to tend to your own needs, the vibrations from the moan you let out make Copia grimace.

“Lucifero all’inferno, la tua bocca è diabolica.” The use of his mother tongue goes straight to your core, and your hips buck into your hand. You’re already sopping wet, and the relaxation the alcohol brings makes slipping two fingers into your cunt a relatively easy task. You moan once again and Copia gasps, pulling partway out of your mouth and pinching his thumb and forefinger in a ring around the base of his cock. He goes completely still and for moment you think you’ve brought him over the edge. When he fails to cum down your throat and retreats from your mouth entirely, a thread of salvia connecting your tongue and his head, you know you’re in for a real treat. You cheekily try to chase after him, but that only earns you a harsh tug to your hair that jerks your head back.

“Keep touching yourself, amore mio,” he pants. “I want you to cum for me.” You don’t need to be told twice and go back to fucking your fingers into your pussy. Your other hand shifts down to play with your clit, and Copia bites his lip at the pathetic noise you make. With one hand still gripping your hair, he begins to slowly stroke his cock with the other, letting out a groan when your eyes meet. The hungry look on his face sends you careening towards your orgasm.

“Oh, Papa,” you sigh in the most pornographic voice you can muster. He’s got you exactly where he wants you: kneeling at his feet and ready to gush all over the bathroom floor. It’s not long before you’re doing just that, contorting your body as waves of pleasure slam into you. The way your head spins is almost nauseating, and if not for Copia’s firm grip keeping you upright, you’re certain you would have keeled over by now. That’s your darling Papa, always taking such good care of you.

As you come back to the waking world, Copia is jerking himself faster and harder. From the way his face is ever so slightly scrunched up, you can tell he’s close. Trying to spur him on, your hands come up to squeeze and caress your breasts, and you bend back ever so slightly to present your chest to him. The sight has Copia groaning, his fist flying up and down his length.

“Cum all over me, baby,” you whine, sticking your tongue out ever so slightly. He’s so lost in his own pleasure that the grip on your hair slips, enabling you to quickly lean forward and lick a stripe over the head of his cock. When your tongue makes contact with the slit, Copia falls over the edge at last. You swear you could cum again just from the gorgeous moan that leaves his mouth as the first warm rope of seed streaks across your face. By some miracle, he narrowly misses shooting directly into your eye.

“Madre empia,” he manages to choke out, bucking and twitching into his fist. He coats your face and chest in a profuse amount of cum before slumping back against the sink, running his clean hand through his hair. Your job finished, you finally collapse on the tile, rolling onto your back and shutting your eyes as you scramble to catch your breath. There’s some shuffling, some opening and closing of cabinets, and then you feel the warmth of Copia’s body as he gently cradles you with one arm, beckoning you to sit up. You hum appreciatively as he wipes his spend from your body with a wet washcloth, your eyes cracking open when he presses a glass to your lips. The cold water is like nectar and you gulp it down greedily.

“That sober you up,” Copia asks, “or did that just make it worse?” You snicker, shrugging.

“Either way, I’m going to be feeling absolutely wonderful in the morning.” And although you can already feel the dreaded hangover pressing behind your eyes, you smile, just happy to have pleased your Papa.

#my writing #the band ghost x reader #the band ghost fanfiction #papa emeritus iv x reader #because SOMEONE has to be happy for tobias

[sanctum-stinker]

How about MCU wongstrange? What was your first impression of them? Any headcanons?

I want to to know more, of what you see. Because for me personally, I think I ship them after mom. And I wonder if I missed more than two moments or scenes that flew over me

Hello Hi!

You came to the right place. Because I jumped on the WongStrange Bandwagon before No Way Home I’ve had plenty of time to analyse past content and also pick out bits from recent films which I thought were fruity!

I’ve just compiled the images in my camera roll because I can’t be bothered screenshotting and looking up all the scenes, I hope that’ll suffice!

Doctor Strange 2016

If I’m being completely honest, Mordo and Stephen have a better dynamic in this movie, but Wong still has his moments! Obviously the iconic Beyoncé scene, the weirdly tense library interactions, Stephen reviving Wong and Wong trusting him without hesitation etc etc. 

This deleted scene as well. Rolling on the floor crying. This also sort of confirms they’re living together in the sanctum now, so that’s also a thing.

Multiverse of Madness 2022 This movie was kinda shit, but we got some pretty decent bits all things aside. Their overall banter and dynamics are fantastic at times, and whoever made their outfit colors so fucking complimentary deserves a wet sloppy kiss.

Why are there so many shots of them looking at each other.

Honestly I can’t even describe this one. Why is he looking at him like that.

Christine tells him to face his fears so he immediately opens up a little to Wong and trusts him. Okay. Cool. Okay.

And of course the bow scene. Peak symbolism regarding his respect towards Wong and his growth as a man. His eyes remain fixed on Wong when he does this and I think they were insane for this. I fucking love this scene.

Infinity War

Not much content in this because Wong peaces out like two seconds into appearing, but we get some good shit in that time.

Matching battle stances are so romantic, boys.

That’s the only stuff I’ve got, but honorable mentions is that this further confirms Wong and Stephen now live together in the sanctum. The money and tuna melt banter at the start, Wong saying that the Hulk Ice cream is ‘our favorite’ implying ice cream nights and a conversation where they have confirmed to each other that that flavor is their favorites. Marvel I just want to talk, please, I just want to talk about Sanctum Sanctorum ice cream night please.

Endgame

I also don’t have any images for Endgame, but the fact that Wong likely organised the majority of the portal scene makes me yell. Due to Stephen reappearing on Titan (as seen in his entrance scene) it implies that he had to have had communications with Wong previous to dusting. Because of his lack of presence he wouldn’t have been able to have actually put anything into action, thus Wong has to be responsible for the most iconic scene in the MCU!!!

The fact that they’re such a power duo offscreen and unknowingly carry the whole battle is insane to me and no one talks about it.

No Way Home

Banger film. Great WongStrange moments.

Marvel tell us what happened at the full moon party IMPOSSIBLE edition.

Stephen using puppy eyes to fucking win Wong over to let him use a dangerous reality warping spell. You know, just a casual Tuesday. AHHHHHH AHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHH.

Also introduces Sorcerer Supreme Wong which I shat my pants about. I adore that they let him be Sorcerer supreme but dearly wish they took him more seriously. But we’re not here to talk about that. Onto the next.

What If…? Doctor Strange lost his heart and not his hands.

God I remember the soul shattering experience this was when it came out. The WongStrange content was surprisingly nourishing though.

‘We’ve’ been through weirder.

Stephen putting aside his crippling heartache for Christine just to save Wong? Like not even considering the actual rest of the world that’s fading outside? Okay. Cool. Cool. Okay.

Wong also is the one to comfort Stephen about Christine and is a part of the pinnacle point in time determining wether Stephen uses the timestone and turns into Strange Supreme or not. 

Now the second two aren’t technically a part of the MCU, but they are related to it. I don’t know where they’re to be put in the MCU category but they exist so I’ll consider them canon.

This book is just silly and goofy. No comments just read it for yourself.

Infinity War Prelude 2

This comic is so overlooked, and I don’t know why. The Doctor Strange Prelude is as well. They kinda do Wong dirty with the art, but the content is pretty cool. Also gives us an insight into Ragnorok and just how the sorcerers operate.

Wong casually recounting Stephen’s whole journey for no reason.

I just like them in this panel tbh. Stephen is kinda scrumpled.

Stephen pulling a John Watson with the “stop being mysterious” thing. Implying Wong has been cryptic and mysterious enough for Stephen to recognize this as a character attribute.

That’s all I have, honestly I’m too tired to come up with a capping off statement, but I hope this pile of various moments is enough! The MCU is yet to really explore their dynamic, and let alone Wong as a character, so I’m excited (and a bit afraid after MoM) to see where it goes!

#WongStrange #Bird insanity

[theriverspath]

Good Omens November 2023 Writing Challenge. Day 15

The Announcement

Rated Teen. Prompt: "Loud, so everyone can hear" from The way you said "I love you."

Newton watched as Anathema picked through the selection of candies along the aisle to the register. She was six months along, and her cravings had been mercurial as of late. After some deliberation, she chose a little bag of fruity chewy things and threw them into the basket.

The two had been living together ever since that day at the … air base? Where they had joined a search party for kids that had gone missing after a storm? Newton was a little fuzzy on the details, but one thing he'll never forget was how he and Anathema had "sheltered" from the storm under her bed.

And, when that sheltering had resulted in an unexpected gift, Anathema had sensibly suggested co-parenting. So, they shared the little rented cottage, each with their own little bedroom, saying hello to each other over the little breakfast table, going to Anathema's doctor's appointments together. (Newton had requested that last one. As the father, he wanted to be involved in things as much as Anathema would agreed to.)

On occasion, they would even shelter again. (In Anathema's bed now, not under it.) But, their relationship seemed rather ambiguous to Newton. He knew that Americans could be a bit blasé about this sort of thing. So, he tried to just let things be as they were. He got to share his home, and his grocery shopping, with the most beautiful and intelligent woman on the planet. And soon, they would be sharing a whole lot more.

But here, in this little moment, Newton's heart couldn't be contained. He looked at Anathema, with her hair hastily piled atop her head, her growing belly lifting the skirts of her dress away from her body, the care she took in making such a small decision as to what sweet to eat on the walk home. His mouth opened as they stepped up to the teller's counter.

"I love you, Anathema."

Both Anathema and the teller turned to Newton in surprise. The teller, because she hadn't expected a customer to answer, "Did you find everything alright?" with a love confession to another customer. Anathema, because … well, for the same reason, really.

"What?" Anathema replied. "Did you just say …"

"Yes." Newton cut in, unable to stop talking now that he had started. "I love you. I don't want to just co-parent. I want to be your … husband." Anathema's cheeks reddened. She seemed to be fighting back a smile.

"Perhaps we should discuss this back at the cottage?" She tilted her head toward the now-fully-invested teller and raised her eyebrows. "In private?"

"No." Newton couldn't believe he had just said that. He couldn't believe what he did next, either. His hand reached out to the bendy silver microphone next to the register. He brought it as close as he could to his face and pressed the intercom button on the side.

"I, Newton Pulsifer, do hereby declare my complete and total love for Ms. Anathema Device." His words sounded scratchy and loud over the grocery's sound system. "And, if she'll have me, I would be honored to be her husband."

A whoop of encouragement from somewhere in the produce section answered his announcement. Anathema lost her battle with the smile. It bust through its restraints, followed by laughter. Anathema gently smacked the arm holding the microphone.

"Put that down, Newton. Of course I'll have you." Newton did not put down the microphone.

"She said yes!" He announced the good news to the entire store. Applause rang out, followed by more whoops from near the bananas. Still smiling, Anathema began to place the contents of their basket onto the register's counter.

"For that stunt, you get to pay for this week's groceries." Newton finally released the mike. He leaned down to plant a kiss on Anathema's cheek before retrieving his wallet from his pocket.

"Anything you say, dear."

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Cross posted to Sendarya's Patreon discord

Note: A former version of this said "boyfriend" instead of "husband." Then, I remembered that Anathema already referred to him as such in S1. So, I changed it.

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #good omens fluff #newton pulsifer #anathema device #newton/anathema #domestic fluff #domestic #short and sweet #she said yes #rated teen

[loveyourownsmiilee]

You should totally make drinks based on the 118 fam!

You know what’s funny?! I’ve actually thought sooo much about this. Like sometimes I’ll be drinking something and go, “Omg this is Hen as a drink!” 😂😂

Like Eddie would def have to be something fruity (bc he is) but also have a bitter taste to it to level it out. He can totally be a sangria. There’s fruit in it and the wine is usually a very unsweetened wine. Add a little bit of cognac and that makes for a beautiful fruity and strong Eddie Diaz drink 😏

Buck would be something that’s just pure sunshine. Idk why but Buck gives me massive piña colada vibes 😂 he got that island/beach sunny disposition you know?! You take a good look at him and your mouth salivates bc you know he’ll be sweet! Exactly like a piña colada. 

Bobby would be an old fashioned. He’s just old fashioned himself and very masculine, hence a masculine drink fashioned after him aha!

Athena my beloved would be something very strong that packs a punch. I swear espresso martinis give off massive Athena vibes bc they’re strong, with the coffee liqueur, the espresso and vodka. It kicks a punch for sure and one drink is enough to make you feel like a badass. Queen badass herself you know?

Chim I’m thinking a spicy margarita. He loves his tequila and Chim himself can be spicy at times. So like I’m here for a jalapeño margarita for our boy Chim.

Maddie my lovely, I would probably base an apple martini after her. I just remember her vibrant green dress she wore that one day and idk I feel like if I were to base a drink for her, what better way than going with a standard apple martini??? They’re sweet and strong, which is our girl!

Hen oh I can totally see a Bloody Mary because she just seems like someone who’d care about being healthy and like drinking tomato juice with celery. But like add a little bit of vodka and we have a nice drink that can be made after Hen.

My lovely Karen for sure is gonna have a peach Bellini in honor of her. She’s that classy type of lady who deserves champagne mixed in her drink. And she wears vibrant oranges so it goes with the drink too lol.

#juju answers #therogueheart #911 on fox #buddie #bathena #henren #madney #I really don’t even know if any of these make sense lol

[fresh-static-snow]

Hi?

I don’t consider myself very good at writing but I’ve found that I enjoy journaling lately so I suppose I’ll just write something here instead for once.

I'm sitting here slouched in my chair listening to "A State of Trance 2014" through my Audeze LCD-2C's while sipping on Trader Joe's 2021 Vintage Spiced Ale. I don't even remember the last time I logged onto this site, and I don't know when I'll log on again after tonight. I only logged on today to reset my password as I was auditing all my current passwords and resetting them for more secure items. I used to spend hours on this site, but it hasn't even crossed my mind in years now.

I'm 28 now, still listening to electronic music (rave to the grave baybeeeee), got married, bought a house, got a dog, bought a new car, work full-time in IT, got super into coffee, and have gone off the deep end of headphones and in-ear monitors (IEMS if mentioned again after this). I proposed to my now-wife at Disneyland under the fireworks on New Year's 2020. Little did we know what was to come in regard to COVID. But before COVID could shut the world down here, we found a cute little condo and made an offer on it. Amazingly (especially if you know anything about the housing market in the state I live in), our offer was accepted. We closed on our condo the day before the lockdown order went into effect. We almost didn't get to close due to my wife being laid off the day before but the employment verification came through somehow. I vividly remember our realtor saying "they won't shut us down" too.

We didn't have a wedding, instead we eloped and got married on the beach in California. We did have a photographer and we got some amazing pictures from the time we were there. We also had my best friend play dual role and be the best man/maid of honor. Shoutout to him for being great for that. My wife wrote her vows on the order forms from the restaurant where we met 10 years ago now. She looked so incredibly beautiful; I'll never forget it.

The next thing that came was a tiny dog, and I mean tiny. Pumpkin was a whole two pounds (0.9kg) when we got her. She had no personality and was like a blank slate. Looking back, we probably should've waited the extra month to pick her up, but we were too excited to wait. That bit us in the butt as she proceeded to scream-cry all through the night. She got not one, but two ear infections in that first few months too. Now, she is a great dog, if a bit ornery. She likes to *grunt* at you when she wants something and will do so louder and louder until she either gets her way or we have to get up and tell her to "place" in her bed.

I won't go to in-depth on how I got into coffee, but in addition to a Ninja coffee maker, I now have a burr grinder, a Fellow Stagg Pourover X kit and an AeroPress. I did have a hand grinder, but returned it as it was just a bit too pricey to justify in the end. It's amazing how much better coffee tastes out of the Stagg or the AeroPress versus the standard coffee maker. There's so much more flavor nuance to them and there's huge differences between them in their own! I don't yet have a favorite bean that I consistently return to (probably because I love getting new flavors everytime), but I have noticed I tend to gravitate towards darker roasts. I love lighter roasts due to their fruity notes, but I also love the smooth notes of a dark roast.

This next section is a long one.

Headphones. Or head-poe-hon-ees as good ole DankPods would say. I've always loved music. The daily prompt for my journal app, DayOne, last night was even "What would your life be like without music?", so my entry was basically a tale of "I would rather die". Previous to 2020, I had a set of over-ear Sony CH-700N (so catchy) that had noise cancelling, Apple AirPods Pros, Beats Powerbeats Pro, and a pair of crappy Skullcandy buds in my desk. Some might ask "why have two pairs of wireless?" Well I used the Powerbeats for working out due to the over-the-ear hooks, and the AirPods Pro at the office with the transparency mode so I could hear my surroundings while still jamming. In late 2020, I bought a pair of Apple Airpods Max to replace my Sony's. While they were very pricey, I loved the noise cancelling as they were way better than the Sony's, and the transparency, as well as the sound of them. In fact, I still love them and use them whenever I travel. Dat sub-bass tho mmmmmm.

But in late 2021, I was getting more and more into wired audio again. I had purchased a pair of KZ ZSN Pro X IEMs for $20 (on the recommendation of everyone's favorite Aussie audio YouTuber), and a pair of Moondrop Aria's for $80. The Moondrop Aria's are highly praised in the IEM/audio community and with good reason. They sound incredibly good, especially for $80. Now, you might think "oh wow $80 is a bit pricey for wired headphones. I used to get Skullcandy's at the store for $20 and they sound good!" and if so, that's great! I'm happy you think so! But for me, I needed more. So I went down the rabbit hole of "over-ear headphones". Both open-backed and closed back. For those who don't know, most consumer headphones (think Bose, Beats, Sony, etc.) are closed-back. This means the "cups" are closed on the outside. Sound doesn't pass through them and they provide a layer of passive noise cancellation. Open-back are what they say on the tin. Noise passes right through the cups. This goes both ways though; people can hear what you're listening to and you can hear the outside world. Now the benefits of open-back are the "Soundstage". or how wide the music feels and the ability to "place" instruments in the audio stage that you can hear. It's a bit hard to explain. I ended up getting six pairs of headphones from Amazon to test out and choose from. The pairs I got were the Hifiman Sundara, Hifiman Ananda, Audeze LCD-2C, Audeze LCD-X, Audeze LCD-2C Closed, and Audeze LCD-XC (X closed). If you look these up on Amazon, you'll see they range in price from $300 (Sundara) up to $1299 (LCD-XC). After a long time listening, I slowly eliminated the Sundara, 2C, and Ananda. I honestly had a hard time choosing between the X, XC, and 2C Closed. In the end, I chose the LCD-2C Closed as I prefer the closed-back nature of these cans. I loved the XC as a 2nd choice, but the price jump between the 2C and XC was just too great to justify the difference in quality. I also ended up with a Qudelix 5k amp/dac/bt receiver after much testing there.

But the headphone journey doesn't end there...I mentioned IEMs earlier and now we're coming back to that. After getting the Aria's and LCD-2C Closed headphones, I noticed that the left bud of the Aria never seemed to feel secure unless I was sitting still at my desk. So I looked into eartips and other options, but ended up ordering a pair of FiiO FH3's. These come with what's called an MMCX (micro miniature coaxial) connector to the IEMs, which can swivel. These felt much more secure in my ear, though I did not 100% enjoy the sound signature and clarity of these buds. So I returned them and picked up a pair of the then hype-train-riding 7hz Timeless. God they are amazing. I love them for the sub-bass, tonality, resolution and clarity they bring to the music. But they still feel a bit insecure! So my most recent purchase was a pair of Moondrop Blessing 2's. These have been on my list for a "long" while now, but the price always held me back. After getting the pair in, I'm almost mad I didn't get them sooner. I quickly then ordered a pair of Moondrop Blessing 2: Dusk's. "Buy Dusk" as the popular IEM reviewer Crinacle says. The Dusk just adds a bit to the bass and that's really all the Blessing 2 needs. I'm hoping to have those in soon, but in the meantime, I'm greatly enjoying the B2.

I did mention I got super into headphones above, right?

Anyways, I've finished my beer and I've been writing this for over an hour. If you read this all the way to this point, you're awesome. If you skipped here to the end for a TLDR: hi :)

Til next time.

Daniel (Fresh-Static-Snow)

P.S. I covered my PR tattoo lol

#life update i guess #gonna copy/paste this to my journal lol

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okay okay had to put this in an ask because tumblr limits the length of comments and I have a lot to say, I'm sorry, this is going to be a lot (I'm not that sorry)

first I would like to reiterate that I see what you're doing setting us up for canonical pain. I SEE IT. I'm ready but not ready. Oof.

second, I love soft Neil. I love Neil and drinks. I love that he brought her tea. I love that he's a little bit sassy. The your honor comment? Golden. "I rest my case"?? "I am in bed"?? I love him your honor (pun intended).

not gonna bother numbering anything anymore because just aklhslfkajhlkdfa I wasn't kidding when I said this chapter is already making my brain do crazy things (specifically dial up internet noises and incoherent screaming). You write angst SO. WELL. I have never been so ready to be put through more pain. You seriously make me feel like I'm experiencing each and every emotion. I feel a little fucked up that one of the agents died and I don't even know them. That's how well you wrote that

also, the reader nerding out over the timeline software? I love it. I love this soft, smart reader. I have a feeling they're way more capable than they seem, if that makes sense. Love the tiny details you add too, to make them more real, specifically the type of drink they like (fruity but kinda sour)

throwing in a "what's happened's happened" as part of Neil's argument to love and get to know people, even at the risk of losing them? Fuck me up shet just do it already (again, I see what you're doing here and I hate it but I love it)

Oh oh oh and "I might not have a hall pass"!! Naughty Neil! Neil was definitely a secretly naughty schoolboy, I just know it. He got up to some stuff (movie quote reference intended).

I'm very sorry that this is like super long and incoherent and that it seems like I'm a little obsessed with you and your writing but like....I am. I want more. I will read whatever you write, forever, even if I have no fucking clue what the source material is. You're just so good! And I always know how much I love getting long asks like this so I figured I would spread the love!

tl;dr I'm obsessed, please keep it up, you're amazing, Neil and this reader are amazing, posterity is amazing

P.S. I'm ready to get a little more fucked up when I listen to the song for this chapter on the way home

(I'm done now I swear)

Okay, I will try not to randomly burst into tears, so forgive me for rambling.

And I'm not surprised you see it, but you know -

-- and I did, too.

(I might have just made this one on the spot, excuse the clunkiness)

Neil and drinks - I love this trope, and I know we already had some of it in the previous chapter, but I think he's exactly the person who would bring you something comforting to drink after a night like that. And he's a good listener so, of course, he made the right decision when it comes to the choice of the beverages. Aaaand he can be a little shit all the same, in the best way possible! In this house, we love a man who can do both 😌

Dial-up internet noises - Shelby, I CACKLED. And I'm glad you felt something during the KIA agent's part, however that may sound lol. I really wanted to capture those emotions and make you care about that poor guy even with so little time spent with him story-wise.

And it makes sense, yes! This Reader is capable of many things, I think they are a bit surprised that they show their vulnerable side so easily when it comes to Neil, but they can't help it and I don't blame them. And a drink of choice thing is such a great tool to tell a little bit about Reader without going into lengthy descriptions, I can't resist using it whenever I introduce a new reader.

Listen, the "what's happened's happened" - I swear it kinda...happened hah. These two are talking, I am nodding and typing it down, and then Neil drops this and I'm like - fuck me up, why don't you. 😂

I am all down for secretly naughty schoolboy Neil. Please, someone write 10k on that topic. Or 10 chapters, even better!

(You have no idea how much I appreciate random references like that)

Don't ever apologize for super long and/or incoherent comments, you said so yourself - that's every writer's dream made true, and I am tearing up again, damn you. Thank you so so much for taking the time to leave me one, and every kind word, I'm just-- 🥺

PS. Please let me know how you like the song, you can also throw in Old Stars by Fergus James and Dustin Tebutt, and Lullaby by Emmit Fenn while you're at it😏)

#dont touch me im soft #seriously yall are so nice and supportive what did I do to deserve it #😭 #shet answers #feedback means the world

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Because the season for Christmas and other winter holidays often includes gift-giving, and because candles make incredible gifts, Candle Day was started in 2013. Plus, it’s a great time to simply stock up on candles for the cold, winter months.

So get ready for the fun and celebration of Candle Day!

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Candle Day offers a variety of options for just about any personality, whether looking for some time to spend at home or getting out and taking advantage of various sales. Consider celebrating with some of these ideas:

Light a Candle

Candles can bring so much comfort and warmth to a room, especially if they also envelop the room with a cozy and delicious scent. Fragrances such as Champagne Toast, Cinnamon Apple, or Strawberry Pound Cake are a lovely way to enjoy the day.

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Head to the local Bath & Body Works to get access to their Candle Day sales and discounts, or look them up online and have the products delivered directly. This annual event typically provides customers with the opportunity to get the brand’s most famous 3-wick candles at a deeply discounted price. Other brands, such as Yankee Candle, may also be offering special prices in honor of Candle Day.

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Some honorable mentions are: Taro milk tea (very creamy, I was surprised), Honeydew melon milk tea, Brown sugar milk tea and Thai milk tea (that it's not the same as Original milk tea🤷🏾)

When it comes to trying new flavours I normally try to choose something that's very different from things I've tried in the past. I'd say most common flavours are good but I have had some fails in the past... very sad indeed. Hazelnut milk tea & Caramel milk tea are the worst I've ever had.

When talking about toppings popping boba is my favourite: any fruity flavour will work but I try to choose something that compliments the flavour of the drink. Tapioca pearls are a classic, pretty solid option and they look amazing with any color drink so there's that. Golden tapioca pearls are better cause they're a tiny bit sweeter and much softer. I don't really like the jelly and cheese doesn't belong on drinks so I never have those. I tried red beans once and was not a fan of the texture...

And that is for bubble tea from stores. When I make it myself at home I buy the strawberry popping ball in the asian grocery shop cause thats the only flavour they have and I rather make the tapioca pearls over buying the premade one but I'm also very lazy and they take so long so I never do 😅 so strawberry popping balls..

With flavour I have 2 syrups: watermelon & mi t and belgian waffle. The watermelon one I use when I make earl grey tea and the belgian waffle when using any other tea type. But I recently discovered another great combination 😳 pu'er tea with homemade peach syrup! Just out of this world amazing.

And that's the end of my rant, thanks for coming to my TedTalk and thank you for reading if you made it this far ☺️ you get some boba as a reward 🧋

#about me #sorry for the long post I just have many feelings about boba #I even have my own reusable boba specific cup and everytime I use it I get compliments form the shop workers #ask the brain #drinks

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