#this is the nth time i'm seeing posts about this and it's a sign that i should really consider moving my WIPs elsewhere

[inkybloom-luv]

"But you're still pretty..!"

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Somehow I am still alive!! Uhm!! I tried my best for this one! @midnightmah07 requested this randomly on a post so I hope you like it!! Took a while but I think I did well! Enjoy! And for anyone else reading this, requests are still open please check my rules for more info! All my writing works can be found under the "Inky's works" tag if you would like to check them out! Please tell me if I missed a tag susbsjsnsb

Request: Leona, Ruggie and Kalim with a S/O who has pimples

Tw; none that I'm aware of! Mention of bullying (maybe?)

They/them pronouns used!

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Leona Kingscholar

When Leona made (Name) play his pillow for a nap he didn’t sign up for them not paying attention to him at all. Sure he didn’t outright tell them that was what he wanted but should that not be a given so he could relax with them in peace? He watched them through barely opened eyes as the used their phone camera to inspect their face, or more specifically their pimples, he guessed. He let his mind wander for possible reasons, it didn’t take him long to come to the conclusion that perhaps (Name) was insecure. So now he had to think of a way to start working on the issue, to get the insecurity to go away, even if it was only temporary. They were laying on soft earth at the moment and it was calm enough that (Name)‘s guard was down so.. flick!

With a barely there thump the phone landed on the floor, not the slightest bit of damage on it. In barely a moment Leona pulled them down with him, right to his chest, with no chance of escaping.

“Stop looking at yourself like that, you’ll turn into that skincare obsessed Blondie. Besides, there’s nothing to stress over in the first place herbivore. Those things will go away, I’ve seen them enough on those idiots (read; Savanaclaw students) during training. Don’t pick and you’ll be fine.”, he said and paused, taking a deep breath and getting comfortable before continuing “Anyway, you don’t need to think about that right now, considering you should have been busy being a pillow instead, so you have to make up for that now..!” And with that he fell asleep again, well, he pretended to, just to see if his diversion worked and yes, it seemed to work just fine. He stayed awake a little longer.. but once they were napping, he slept a bit too.

Kalim Al-Asim

“Ooooo! What are you looking at? Did you try something new with makeup?” Kalim asked as he came over to their desk in class, wondering why (Name) was inspecting their face, only for them to shake their head no. “You didn’t? Is something about your face bothering you then?” He asked, which was correct. They didn’t exactly want to admit to Kalim that they were feeling insecure about their pimples, especially since there were one or two Pomefiore students eyeing them that day. Still, Kalim was not someone you could just lie to that easily, especially since he already caught them inspecting their face for the nth time that day. So, (Name) decided, they had to be honest. They should be honest, Kalim did not deserve to be lied to anyway. So they told him that they were feeling bad about their pimples and that said pimples were bothering them. It took him a moment to realise what they meant because really he couldn’t think of a reason that they should be insecure. Sure the Pomefiore students really sucked but they didn’t know (Name)! Therefore they were not entitled to have an opinion about their looks!

He furrowed his brows and pouted at (Name).

“Why are they a problem? I don’t get it.. you look pretty anyway!” And after that, he stayed silent. That is until he got an idea.

“I know! How about we get a facial together?? I can ask Vil for recommendations on Salons and we can have a spa date! I heard facials can help with skin problems so if you really want to get rid of them, let’s at least make it a fun date!” Kalim suggested, kissing their forehead immediately after and giving them a hug. Yes, a date like that would surely be wonderful.

Ruggie Bucchi

Silence followed their statement. (Name) was upset that day and when their boyfriend Ruggie noticed and asked, albeit in his usual teasing tone and followed by his signature giggle. Of course once he realised that maybe it was a bit more serious than that he once again repeated his question but more serious this time.

“I mean.. I guess my pimples are really bothering me lately because they’re just so.. you see them yourself, you get it, right?” (Name) said, which Ruggie nodded at, raising a hand to his chin to think.

“Well.. don’t see why they bother ya, cause you’re still good looking with or without them.. but my Grandma’s got a face-mask recipe somewhere, my mom had bad skin growing up I’m told.. won’t be fancy but if you like, we could make that together

once I get the time to call for it.. buuut my service isn’t free, shishishi~” He teased as he ruffled (Name)’s hair, which made them roll their eyes but nod anyway. They knew just the way to repay him after all, so a small favour like this wasn’t a big deal in that way, but it meant a lot to them. And maybe they didn’t hate their pimples as much as they thought, after all, if Ruggie didn’t care, why should they? Soon Ruggie was off with a quick bye bye kiss, leaving (Name) feeling impatient as they waited and prepared for their little date, smiling to themselves as they formed an all too familiar batter into shapes as oil heated up in a big pot behind them.

#inky's works #twisted wonderland #ruggie x reader #ruggie bucchi #twisted wonderland ruggie #twst ruggie #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader #twst kalim #twisted wonderland kalim #leona twst #leona twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #twst leona #leona x reader

[eliazine]

Diving into trying to understand the level of Kinn's agency and Korn manipulation.

Third part of my reaction to @dancinbutterfly meta. (done for now ^^)

"The nuance, in this case is that Korn went at Kinn in a very specific way that in my opinion was different than the way it was largely applied to the greater staff. The word I am looking for here is finesse. Korn applied the BITE model with a maestro’s finesse."

As OP clearly demonstrates the major family definitly applies the BITE model to control its staff but I'm not so sure it does apply to Korn's own sons ? and if so how ? I need to ponder on this more.

Edit : on my nth re-read of the original meta, I finally shamefully noted that the emphasis made on the BITE checklist were on the criterias applied to Kinn and not to the staff as I understood it until then. And it is very clear and informative on the staff front but for Kinn, I'm less sure. OP would love to see more of your thoughts on the matter ! (a note to say that these posts are not there to contradict or correct you but just to help me formalize my understanding so I can make up my mind about it all)

So did Korn manipulate Kinn ? (well yes that is kind of his MO but I mean it in a self-serving/sacrificing Kinn to his own cause way)

Korn must also have been groomed by his father in becoming a successfull mafioso, one able to survive, thrive and even relish victory in this cut-throat environment, but I wouldn't define him as trapped by his upbringing (even if he may have his fair share of trauma based on what Gun infered about their "papa" ?).

Taking for granted that they have no moral dilemma regarding the Mafia, for him how would manipulatingly grooming differs from genuiningly teaching his child the skills he deems necessary to succeed in his foreseen carreer ?

Be it for his machiavelic needs or not, it seems telling that he is loved, trusted and seemingly not feared by his sons, most clearly by Kinn and Tankhun. They look to him for guidance, are open to him about their thoughts and feelings and he does seems to adapt his strategy to accommodate them. As an exemple, Kinn reveals his love for Porsche knowing it went against his father (anti)romantic advices but without looking even the least bit worried that it wouldn't be accepted

Do people feels that safe toward a cult leader manipulating them ? Don't they have a feeling even if they love him that they are not allowed to go astray ? I don't know, it may be the sign of a really skilled manipulator.

The only trouble seems that Korn has squeletons in the closet that wouldn't be a problem (well for their particular kind of moral compas) if Kinn was in love with anyone else. And I can see how he would want to avoid the problem by burying them and writing his own version of history.

On the other hand, I can see :

- the attitude of Kim hints at something more for now without explaining why. Kim is noisy but at the same time he doesn't seems to fear Korn (see, their conversation when Kim comes to sneak around but doesn't hesitate to question him openly about Big and Porsche ep5).

- There is also this major/minor dynamic that Kinn has been taught to be necessary because competition makes us stronger (what about now then ? was the lesson considered learned ?)

- The soldier child aspect that the boys were all trained to be killers (could it have been seen as necessary after Tankhun kidnapping ?)

- The singing competition interference (a blow for Kinn ego but well that's what money is for and seeing the way they interract it doesn't seems to be part of a greater list of stabs ? Kinn self confidence seems well established and indeed it needs to be for him to be a good heir)

So, am I missing something ? am I minimizing patterns of abuse ? Would love to be proven wrong and learn from it.

It makes me wonder about real cult heirs, are they really trapped themselves ? What would be the difference between a genuine cult leader and a trapped one not realising he is ? Does it matters ? why so or why not ?

In a more mundane way, I chose my career as a student based on my interest and validated my choice knowingly as an adult because I do like it. It is a path that aligns with what my family hoped for me. Not out of interest for themselves but because that was the way they thought would bring me happiness (understand : a job that is at least safe, stable and reasonnably paid). Was I manipulated in perceiving happiness this way ?

I guess the difference would be in wether or not my family would have respected my choice had it been different (allowing for some back and forth at first as they learn, adapt to the different way of seeing things that my choice may entails and reassure themselves that I will be fine. luckily for me, they did in other area of my life which makes me confident they would have).

So going back to Korn, I'm not sure I would call him manipulative toward his son and not accept at face value that he just tried to pass on the lessons he himself applied in his life (the rusty knife metaphor may have been genuinely given ?).

So the question would be, how would he react to Kinn leaving the mafia behind ? Would he try to break him into staying or would he stay emotionnaly calm, accept that Kinn's life isn't going that way, making him the wrong person for the role and find himself a willing and so more suitable heir (he may have to look for someone out of the biological family but considering the orientation of all his sons and nephews, letting go of the idea of blood dynasty seems to have been accepted some times ago)

#kinnporsche meta #parenting #manipulation #korn theerapanyakul #kinn theerapanyakul #not a korn apologist post #i just find his character fascinating #what am i going to do if there is no season 2 ?

[inkbeanjo]

2, 3,4,5,6,7 for Moni and Retro on the character ask please. i love hearing about your characters

houuhghghjK i will do my best to answer retro's half, though i'll open with some behind the scenes that might shed some clarity on neo-a's weird existence in the real world.

Neo Automisia came about after I'd been playing Moni in a shadowrun living community for like 3 years, and after a point where i decided I wanted to break from that system's lore/canon out of desire to write my own shit and also out of disagreement with a lot of SR's writing- irl i've never really grown up in places or had the same friend groups for more than 3 years at a time, and my experience in making friends has been a series of meetings and farewells since I was little.

Ironically enough this's how a lot of my time playing Moni wound up being- games in the living community were sign-ups as opposed to set player groups and set tables you'd normally expect from a tabletop setting- think billboard with job postings kinda vibes, with things happening during/after/between jobs. As such, at least when it comes to fellow runners/key npcs, I'm doing my best to translate friends characters I've not gotten to really play with/hear from in years- or at least haven't had space TO do things with, life happens/things get busy etc etc you get it. Retro is OracleofMaya's wonderful gremlin, and a lot of my ability to write consistent/in-character dialogue for her comes from the fact that we talked/wrote a LOT over the years and i have an active crush on her/like writing stuff with her u///u

Long lead in over here we go:

It really depends on circumstances for the both of them- they're incredibly awkward and dealing with a lot of baggage individually/mutually, but with the right company they tend to light up. In Moni's case if worst comes to worst, she's anxious enough that even in bad company/bad circumstances she'll still titter out a giggle before realizing this isn't the time nor place.

[DATA EXPUNGED]

From my time playing alongside Retro, it never felt exactly an easy thing to earn her trust; partly due to the fact of her being a technomancer in a world that readily exploits and/or abuses them to the nth degree, and partly due to the fact that a lot of the people she and Moni worked with were either opportunistic or WAY too prone to oversharing critical information. Add [DATA EXPUNGED] to the mix and its really hard to blame her for shutting others down or out but again right company/right circumstances made all the difference in exceptions or changing that.

On Moni's end, her depression and various horribly negative experiences with people she loved or trusted have oriented her, for the most part, not to trust other people- or at least, that's the direction she tries to orient herself toward in some attempt to protect herself, and others from her. That obviously hasn't and doesn't work up to the current point in chapter 3, as Moni is basically an easily excitable puppy in a metahuman's shape.

In Retro's case, extremely- I have zero doubts that had Moni ever not kept self-vigilance up and spilled the beans regarding Retro being a technomancer, Retro WOULD have made good on that promise to fry her brain.

Distrust is fluid for Moni/liable to shift and change with circumstances and her mood- in this case I'm going to opt to make a slight shift and say that, with specific and wrong buttons pushed, it is very, very, very easy to earn a lethal grudge from Moni as opposed to solely distrust.

Both Moni and Retro are not only Nightrunning criminals for hire, but also staunch Anarchists living in the hellscape that is late stage capitalism and continued global warming/corporations having just about zero regulatory oversight or consequence placed on them. Laws on paper are not synonymous with justice or systemic equity, and both growing up in the fringes of the Seattle metroplex 100% plays into how they see the reality of how those laws actually play out in favor of the rich, powerful, and influential.

In the time I played with Oracle, Retro's nostalgia often times followed similar patterns to Moni if that tracks; both of them are rooted through warped sentimentalities and fractured memories for pasts they either can't fully remember, or remember in better contexts and through rose-tinted glasses than honestly- at least for a time. I don't wanna spoil too much in this regard, nor for the more positive ways they hold nostalgia for genuinely nice times/moments, so that's all I'm gonna say.

For Moni: 22. Jealousy is weird for Moni, because it's only really ever happened when Retro had started seeing/dating(?) a magical psychologist character of mine who has a hate boner against moni and vice versa. Moni herself is polyam, pan, and for the most part easygoing when it comes to interpersonal relationships; she doesn't really have explicit desire for material stuff barring cybernetics to cram into her meat suit, or good food tucked in the pockets and hole-in-the-wall joints of wherever she's living. Even in the case of the aforementioned psychologist, the jealousy stemmed more out of her overt fear of a mage who could root through, tweak, or otherwise puppet your brain like a marionette. 23. Envy is also weird- as mentioned the material things she does want are things she has zero problem waiting or saving for, and when it comes to relationships/the relationships of her partners and metamours she's open/patient. But a core piece of Moni I'm in the process of explicitly laying out/continuing to lay out is her absolute impulsiveness- the things that she DOES envy are immaterial and more abstract, in ways that to most would just sound like complete nonissues. It's something yet to be brought up, but Moni genuinely envies her peers and coworkers who have or are working toward a definite retirement plan, or have the intention TO retire because they have something in mind. For Moni at this point, she did not for one second in her career think about what retiring might look like or that she could/should- it was utterly foreign to be asked "what're you going to do after you're done running?", and to look inward only to find an answer along the lines of "what?". She envies people that have desires beyond what's immediately in front of them- not because they have it better, but because for all of her attempts to she can't figure out what she wants- no matter how hard she tries there's something missing that, to her at least, makes her feel like she was never supposed to be metahuman. This's one example but you get the gist, it's wanting to feel like you know where you're going and where you want to go/otherwise self actualize and feeling like you're drowning.

#neo automisia

[noa-ciharu]

FuuKam with no.117--- because we're already sinful now😎😎😎---

Fuukam sins never stop. I have hard time recalling a hornier paring in non-porn manga than those two. Bless them :D

Again, NSFW so under-cut. Around 1.5k long since I'm still somewhat sick :< Set in TRC universe, some time post Acid Tokyo arc in some secure World. For once I made Kamui way hornier than Fuuma ;D

117 - "You're the one who arouse me so take responsibility"

Kamui glanced at watch for nth time in past couple of minutes. Almost eleven in evening, or night to be more accurate. Fuuma ought to have arrived home long ago, Kamui wondered what about this peculiar case kept him burning candle at both ends; they landed in one of secure worlds after all. Restlessly Kamui began pacing around living room; just like movements of his body, thoughts couldn’t be kept at bay either. Perhaps something bad has happened nonetheless? Maybe he should have insisted on accompanying Fuuma on those treasure hunting trips, one could never know what could go wrong. Or already did as – ah, he was rambling again, wasn’t he?This senseless what-ifs would offer no comfort nor ease the worries. Still, despite being on pins and needles, Kamui couldn’t negate loneliness from within as -

Sound of door knob snapped him out of rumination. Swirling to right he saw Fuuma entering the apartment. Ah, finally. Even if no questions were answered Kamui felt sense of relief Fuuma was, at least, safe and sound. Hopeful smile reached lips.

“How was - “

Words died in Kamui’s throat the moment he truly looked at Fuuma. Tousled hair, slightly flushed face, few buttons undone at collar, skin sweaty, clothes dirtied and torn. One needn’t be a genius to figure out it was rough day at work; that dimensional witch won’t cut him some slack it seems. Nonetheless, even if it was beyond obvious Fuuma was dead on feet (especially since there was no enthusiastic greeting), Kamui couldn’t help cheeking him out; it was rare to see Fuuma so serious for once, so out of sorts. Both worrying and appealing sight; Kamui’s heart skipped a beat.

“ - work”, he added meekly in the end; simply let Fuuma walk past him with nod being only sign of recognition. Under any other circumstances he’d be angered but upon witnessing extend of Fuuma’s exhaustion, Kamui didn’t have it in him to be irritated.

“I’m tired. Going for quick shower than to sleep”, Fuuma explained wearily as he undressed and tossed dirty clothing in laundry bin.

Damn. Before Kamui was aware of it, his eyes wandered up and down Fuuma’s naked body; nothing he hasn’t seen or touched intimately before, far from it. Still, perhaps it was realization of physical gratification being off table for once that caused initial sparks of arousal. In any other case Kamui would be certain Fuuma was playing one of his seduction games but one stolen glace at how exhausted he appeared to be informed that’s very much not the case this time. He’ll push indecent thoughts in back of mind and resist them, Kamui decided.

Fuuma leaned in and placed fleeting kiss on his lips, then strolled right into shower; suddenly resisting became much harder thing to do.

Sound of water hitting tiles evoke fantasies; they surged devoid of any conscious will. Kamui recalled one time Fuuma followed him into shower; how he pressed him against the tiles, kissed so ardently for oh so long, then nipped neck so sensually. How Fuuma’s hands never stayed in one place, how they traveled lower and lower down spine, kneading on his behind, slowly pushing between cheeks and – no, don’t think about that now!

Kamui tried to calm down racing perverted thoughts and arousal within veins at recollection but to no avail; first stings of heat evoke into something more, he was already hard. Once more for good measure Kamui tried to press palm against bulge in pants but touch more enticed than drowsed. He’d have to obtain release now, there was no other; actually there was, he could take a cold shower but that wouldn’t ease the emotional frustration he felt.

Before Kamui could decide whether joining Fuuma when he was so worn out was called-for, shower was turned off. Dozen seconds later Fuuma strolled past him; still wet from shower, still naked. Kamui swallowed audibly, sight going down to his groin. There was no other, Fuuma made a pervert out of him; or even worse maybe, his insatiable appetite was contagious. For heaven’s sake, they had sex two night ago; what was he, a horny teenager?

“Fuuma…”, Kamui hushed his name oh so lowly, intonation indicating lustful interest. Under regular circumstances, Fuuma would be on him by now, no way he’d miss that not so subtle invitation.

Now however, Fuuma simply glanced once his way, then turned towards direction of bedroom; either failed to notice his aroused state (really, it had to be beyond obvious, right?) or chose to dismiss it in favor of sleep. Kamui couldn’t tell which scenario felt less believable, Fuuma not reading him like open book or not being up for sex.

“I’ll be heading straight to bed Kamui. See ya tomorrow”, Fuuma murmured under breath as he closed bedroom door, leaving Kamui alone in living room. Alone with racing thoughts and rapid pulse.

Few seconds ticked by until full scope of frustration hit him. Before Kamui was aware of own actions he was already unzipping pants and grabbing himself. Initial stroke electrified, there was no withholding that moan. Briefly Kamui wondered how Fuuma didn’t hear him but as body demands urged, Kamui pushed those thoughts in back of mind. Wrapping fist around head of already erected cock, Kamui spread legs to make more space; then started stroking himself for real.

Oh the bliss that spread through veins, the utter ecstasy, he craved more. Kamui let his back hit the couch; closing eyes he tenderly glided fingers up shaft. Then pressed fingertip over slit and squeezed. Involuntary back arched from couch, moans and grunts passing lips one after another. Lewd sounds of strokes against heated skin filled the room, just now Kamui realized how pent up he truly was; in more than one way. Kamui turned on side and cupped himself from underneath; swiftly eased pants and underwear down legs and pushed finger inside himself. It didn’t go past first knuckle given he was unprepared; penetration didn’t hurt per se, just felt uncomfortable. Fuuma could do it better, Kamui knew without shadow of doubt. Groaning he swirled on stomach and tried to simultaneously touch his cock and finger himself; position proved to be a challenge however, no amount of tossing and turning could give him satisfactory pleasure.

“Ahhh, Fuuma touch m-me…”, Kamui mewled into empty air; plead pointless as his boyfriend was fast asleep in room next door. Nonetheless Kamui imagined he was being caressed by him, kissed into breathlessness; that his body was worshiped, that Fuuma pushed fingers inside of him, stroked him firmly and steadily. That Fuuma was fucking him relentlessly, imposing unearthly pleasure on him; granting wishes Kamui himself wasn’t even aware of.

Shoving turtleneck up chest Kamui rolled left nipple between fingers; moan passed lips, he turned on back once more. Hastily Kamui undressed completely; heat still scorched, dissatisfaction persisted. Kamui pinched nipple with one hand and grinded into other, tried to maximize the friction, yet it all felt too blank; pleasure shot through system but it did not satisfy. He itched for more. Leaving nipples Kamui pushed finger inside himself again; buckled hips up and tried to ride that pleasure, to obtain more friction. But all in vain.

He let out a frustrated groan and got up. Kamui knew exactly what he wanted to do and if he was being selfish, he couldn’t care one bit.

Opening bedroom door he turned lights on. From other corner of room tired groan could be heard, indication he woke Fuuma up; he even went as far to draw sheet over head. Good, just what Kamui needed. Privately he chuckled at mere thought of how fast Fuuma’s behavior would take a hundred and eighty degree turn once he realizes why he was woken up.

“Kamui I was slee -”, Fuuma’s speech halted same second he straddled his waist.

No way Fuuma didn’t feel that he was naked and aroused; in a flash he eased sheets down to waist and looked up at Kamui. Ah that surprise on Fuuma’s face, Kamui couldn’t get enough of it.

“You’re the one who aroused me, so…”, Kamui whispered huskily; rubbed himself on Fuuma’s waist to accent both words and intensity of his desire.

Fuuma stared at him as if hypnotized, perhaps not daring to believe this was reality, not one of fever dreams. Little by little expression of shock and sleepiness blended into one of carnality; Fuuma’s eyes wandered up and down his body, leer on lips telltale what he wanted to do despite being dead on feet. Ah yes, just what Kamui was eager for; he’d take that pleasure for himself if he had to. He grinded ass over where Fuuma’s groin should be; he grunted instantly. Kamui stretched body over Fuuma’s and arched back, letting him feel just how hard he was; how eager and willing.

“Take responsibility, will you?”

#and so Kamui went for a wide ride till dawn #thanks for prompt! #fuukam #fic #tsubasa chronicle #kamui shirou #fuuma monou

[sorcessworld]

✉ Law of Assumption Bootcamp!

Hi loves! At the start of the year, I decided to do my own deep read on The Law of Assumption and came up with my personal boot camp plan to transform into the perfect manifestor I know I am. At the start, I began with so many limiting beliefs and anxiety. And I came out an entirely different person by the end of it. Honestly, before I got into the Law, I never thought the click would happen for me- but it did, so I'm sharing what I did with you in case it does it for you too.

One thing you might notice in LOA is that you might know something from applying, but you only really 'know' what you know when you actually apply it! That's why applying is so important as you're able to see where your mind really is and match it up to the LOA and what you really should be doing.

✧ First Thing's First.

Spend time to read and understand what you're reading. I spent an hour to less than an hour on average, but if it takes you nth amount of time to read and understand, do that. Next, engage ABSOLUTELY nothing else to do with the law of assumption. Only the essentials of what you need to manifest.

While I did this, I listened to my self-concept subliminal (which later became a law of assumption playlist) while I listened to music/worked etc. It's not necessary but to me, subliminals are like affirming without taking the time to affirm. At the same time, I didn't even use it that much. That's all the extra stuff I did; now for the real 'challenge'.

✧ Preboot Camp Stuff.

••• Create a list of all you're manifesting. It can be a nice, simple script, just make it real simple. There's a high chance that by the end of this, you might find your list has changed, or some of the things have started to manifest.

••• Next, we're going to get to know ourselves. What do you like, what are your hobbies, etc. etc. What do you believe (or assume you believe) when you're creating your dream life or dream self? We'll be keeping this close to us as we work on ourselves and keep our minds healthy. I found this so important because one of the key things in Law of Assumption is trusting who you are, as a person. It really gave me a nice refresher of myself and who I was going to transform into.

••• Clean up your space, both physical and digital. Cut off all social media you could over-consume on. Get a nice Pomodoro app or just use the timer on your laptop/phone. When that's done, it's time to bury the old you. Do you remember that list you made of yourself? Did you have any limiting beliefs or nasty thoughts about anything? Delete them. Even if you didn't put anything down, you're still gonna have a funeral darling! Make space for the new and improved you!

••• Create a routine for CONSUMPTION. Manifesting is fun, but manifesting is also a lifestyle! You cannot expect to manifest without application. Again, make it very simple. Here's mine:

1. In the morning I vaunt my self-concept (which includes manifesting everything I want already and overnight etc.) if I feel like it. I also read self-concept posts, success stories and/or Neville's work. Then I turn my playlist on and take notes on what I've read.

2. After I take notes (in my own words) and understand what I've read, I manifest something random based on those notes, like food, a sign, an sp's text.

✧ Topics to look at.

••• There are so many wonderful posts in our community. They're written in a simple, easily understood way for us, so we should put those to good use. Select anything that resonates with you (but just pick one thing if too many people are saying the same thing) and use that as your learning point. For each lesson, I then take very dumbed down notes in my own words. If I choose, I'll manifest something small right after taking notes.

These are the topics, and the sources I followed!

▲ CULTIVATING BELIEF.

- one.

- two.

note: honestly, I struggled with this a lot, but once I assumed that I didn't need to work to believe anything, that I just know that it works, it made things so much better.

▲ SELF CONCEPT.

- one.

- two.

- three.

- four.

- five.

- six.

- seven.

- eight.

- nine.

- ten.

- eleven.

- twelve.

- thirteen.

- fourteen.

- fifteen.

- sixteen.

▲ UNDERSTANDING THE INNER WORLD.

- one.

- two.

- three.

▲ ABANDONING LOGIC.

- one.

- two.

- three.

▲ LAW OF ASSUMPTION.

- one.

- two.

- three.

- four.

- five.

- six.

- seven.

- eight.

- nine.

- ten.

▲ LIVING IN THE END.

1. Knowing

- one.

- two.

2. Persisting

- one.

- two.

- three.

- four.

- five.

- six.

- seven.

- eight.

- nine.

3. Creation Is Finished.

- one.

- two.

- three.

- four.

••• By the time I was finished, I had a good amount of notes, about 6+ pages. I noticed a lot of things overlapped or were just recycled into the OP's own words so it was less than what I finally had to type up for myself.

After I took all these notes, I went to Neville's work, to see what Neville is saying and interpret it for myself. Some things made even more sense for me, while others were thrown out.

••• When I finished all this, I took a little break from everything to sort myself out. Then read it back and it honestly clicked so hard for me. I'll post that write up in sections later but for now, this is what I did to really digest LOA.

- golden, 🌈

#golden #guide #manifesting #law of manifestation #law of assumption #law of attraction #manifest #manifest your reality #manifest your dreams #personal manual

[wasbangtanhome]

late, late, late | KSJ

banner made by bangtanhome! (me)

Summary: Is he late? Yes. Were you mad? Yes. Was it a special day? Yes, yes, yes! You had everything prepared and you just wanted your boyfriend to come home. Now.

Pairing: Office worker!Kim Seokjin x F(Reader) | also kind of dom!Jin

Warning: 18+. Smut in the form of: pwp, provocative dress, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it hehe), oral sex (M receiving), fingering, use of the word "slut", cumming inside, impact play (ass and pussy). also he used the L word.

Word Count: 4.4k

Author's note: Short and sweet to start off my journey here on tumblr!! I hope you enjoy it and to please please let me know about any improvements. I worked really hard on it! Also my first smut fic! Also, also, there are not a lot of pet names ever since I saw the post about what Namjoon, Jungkook, Jimin, and Jin would call their lover. I got super sappy.

From the kitchen window, you have a clear view of the entrance leading to your apartment that you share with your boyfriend. The sun has set and it's well past dinner time but you have yet to see his face walking up the steps, blowing a kiss at your general direction.

You chew the inside of your cheek. He's late, you thought, peering out the window for the nth time while drying the dishes. You can't help but worry. Seokjin usually calls if he picked up an extra shift, but your phone has yet to move.

Today marks a year of the two of you living together. The year hasn't treated you kindly. A while back, your company had some budget cuts. Your department was abolished and unlike the lucky coworkers that were transferred, you were a part of the handful that received severance pay.

You figured going back to work would be easy, especially with your qualifications. However, you have yet to get a call from any of the places you applied to. With you unable to work, you spend your days maintaining the apartment. Your boyfriend, his smile ever present, told you he would just have to take more shifts.

‘You know, ______, housework is really hard to do,’ he remarked. ‘Besides, I make more than enough money to support us both.’

You smiled at your boyfriend then. It was true, there wasn’t really a need for you to go to work. You eased up on your stress over not finding work and dutifully cleaned the apartment.

You trudged your way to the entrance of the apartment. Head resting on the front door before unlocking it with your key. Seokjin was drinking tea by the window sill, looking as ethereal as ever. He noticed you had entered the apartment, smiling lovingly at you.

Before he had a chance to say hello, you broke the news about what happened during work. Instantly, your boyfriend came towards you, his smile faltering as he saw the state you were in. The fatigue in your bones left you slumped on the ground.

Seokjin did not say a word, opted to close and lock the door behind you before sinking to his knees to meet you at eye level.

‘Hey,’ he murmured softly. ‘It’s going to be okay.’

He nudged your shoulder and you fell to his embrace. This was the straw that broke the camel’s back. You whimper softly as you seize his dress shirt, hot tears falling on his dress shirt, turning the color a shade darker than it was. Your knuckles turned white as your chest rose and fell rapidly, ragged breathing moaning the loss. And yet, your Seokjin rubbed circles on your back soothingly, hugging you tightly, not saying a word.

‘Sorry,’ you remembered mumbling as the coil in your stomach loosened.

‘Don’t be sorry, _____, there’s no reason for you too,’ he whispered back.

Silence fell before he piped up. ‘What do you call a bike that can’t stand on its own?’ he waggled his eyebrows when you looked at him, confused at what he’s saying. It took you a good moment to know that he was joking.

‘Two-tired!’ he exclaimed, laughing at his own joke. You smiled at your lover and before long, laughed along with him; his joy infecting your sadness.

He took out his handkerchief, wiping the streaks of tears away and giving it to you. At his gesture, you snickered before dissolving once more into tears. He had fretted then, worried that he had done something wrong.

‘I’m so lucky,’ you mumbled in tears. ‘Lucky to have you as my boyfriend, Kim Seokjin.’

He smiled softly at your comment, proceeded to pull you in his lap. ‘So, what do you want to do now?’

‘Easy,’ you sniffled, plastering a smile on your face. ‘We order fried chicken and drink!’

Seokjin had looked at you funny, surprised to hear you crave alcohol. Your smile was infectious and he ruffled your hair to agree. ‘That’s my girl!’ he exclaimed. ‘Let’s find you an even better paying job, okay?’

He was so enthusiastic, making the tragedy that happened to you that day seem so… trivial. You got drunk that night, your body not used to the alcohol.

You smile softly at the memory that happened after, your boyfriend’s hair stuck to his face, panting heavily as you came all over him. You try to push the memory away, focusing instead on your task at hand, but the damage was done- you're wet.

You chew on your bottom lip, hands traveling lower, touching your folds.

I’ll just start without him.Something nagged at your brain, and as your fingers sought out your clit, you realize how unsatisfying it would be without your boyfriend coaxing orgasm after orgasm from you.

You moan, anticipation and desperation threatening to consume you. Distracting yourself, you went through your mental checklist again. Skimpy apron? Check. Food? It’s cold because it’s been in the fridge, but check. The line that you’ve been practicing for the past few months to win over your boyfriend? Check, check, and check.

You glance again and the parking lot was empty now, its residents taking space in their respective homes. No sign of Seokjin.

You huff, grabbing your phone and pressing the on power roughly, almost causing it to clatter on the ground. Almost. Your screen flickers on and you see an image of him smiling back at you. You stuck your tongue out at his face, and punched a string of numbers you know by heart.

The line rang for a long time. You were about to let it go to voicemail. At the last second, you hear a tired voice answer you.

“Darling?” Seokjin’s voice was gruff and sleepy. You can make a mental image of him running a hand through his hair. He sounded distracted, probably looking at his spreadsheets as the numbers start to blur together.

"Hi," you try cheerfully, clearing your throat, hoping he can’t hear the anticipation across the phone. You cradle the device between your ear and your shoulder before brushing lint from your apron. "Are you coming home soon?"

Seokjin looked at his watch, knowing something was clearly bothering you. Looking at the time, he scrambled to his feet: 19:32.

"Wh-Wha--?" came the stunned response. You hear Seokjin push his chair back and the familiar beep of his computer turning off. You laugh quietly as you hear doors slam and his voice echoing in the staircase.

"Oh, _____, I'm so sorry. I had no idea what time it was," he pants, high on adrenaline trying to get home as soon as possible.

"I'm so sorry, ______. I'll be home soon. You can start eating without me, okay?"

You feel a grin paint your face, relief that he was at work. "I'm okay! You must be hungry, love. Just glad you're finally coming home. I can't wait to see you. Drive safe!" you exclaim hurriedly, knowing he won’t want to call when he’s driving.

He murmured a confirmation and you ended the call. Seokjin may be late but there’s still cause for celebration. Settling the butterflies in your stomach, you open the fridge door to take out the food you had prepared earlier, heating them up.

You finally see a familiar figure run from his parking space. His dress shirt untucked and he stopped for only a moment to blow a kiss towards you. His hair clung to his scalp, his tie was loose, and his eyes shining with adoration. You waved back quickly before seeing him disappear into the building.

Seokjin expected you to be angry, ready to apologize for coming home so late. At the very least, he expected a hug, you seemed happy enough, asking how his day was in the office. What he didn’t expect was you in an apron… wearing nothing else. His eyes roamed your body, stunned at the lack of clothes, briefcase dropping heavily on the floor.

"Are you going to close the door?" he heard you ask.

Never taking his eyes off of you, he closed and locked the door, sliding out of his work shoes. Like a deer caught in headlights, you can’t help but wonder what would happen if you approached him.

You hear him gasp as you get closer, his face incredulous. You pressed your chest towards his, relishing in his ears turning red.

"Now,” you smirk and grab a hold of his tie. “Would you like to start with dinner,"-- you croon as you fling it behind you.

"-a bath,” you say seductively as you open the first couple of buttons of his dress shirt. “-or me?" you finish, dress shirt completely unbuttoned as you watch his delicious figure.

You don't often see your boyfriend at a loss for words. But this... this was something else. Seokjin opened and closed his mouth, blinking rapidly. You hid your smile behind closed lips, enjoying the fact you’re making him squirm.

"What did you make for dinner?" he stammered, forcing a chuckle.

You waved at the table. "The works, japchae, fried chicken, corn, kimchi… You know, our favourites."

"Huh..." he managed, swallowing. Seokjin knew how hungry he was when he left the office, but he couldn't seem to focus on the steaming delicacies on the table. He turned his gaze back to you, slowly closing the distance between your lips.

"Good answer," you murmur.

"Didn't know it was a test," he whispered, dipping his head back down, claiming your soft lips once more.

You smiled into the kiss, content that he was finally home. His hands stopped trembling as it snaked lower. One hand circled your waist, the other trailing soft circles on your back. You shivered at his delicate touch, arching your back into his hand to feel more.

Seokjin seemed to understand your signal and lifted you up, making your way through the living room to reach your bed. Once you landed with a soft plop, he continued the kiss. Heat was rising to his cheeks as he fully shrugged his dress shirt off, returning shortly to connect his lips to yours.

"Jin, I can't see... it's too dark in here," you whined, feeling your skin burn where he touched your body.

You did not receive an immediate response from your beloved, only hearing the thud of a belt on the floor and you hoped his pants came off with it.

"I think it's the perfect amount of light to make you squirm," he whispers. You feel the mattress sink with his weight and the heated kiss resumes, your hands flying to tug at his hair with urgency. You start to feel feverish from the kiss, trying desperately to connect your hips to something so you can feel the first waves of pleasure. You’ve been waiting for such a long time.

He smiles at your impatience and starts tweaking your clothed nipple. "Off..." you whined, wanting the apron gone.

Seokjin slipped the shoulder straps down. You arch your back and he untied the ribbon holding everything together easily. He threw it over his shoulder and finally, his large palms directly touched your tits. He sucked on a nipple while his hands were busy, roaming every inch of your body. You moaned underneath him, thrusting your chest upwards to give him more access.

"Mmm..." you sigh as his hand travelled south and pressed onto your clit.

"You're so wet already," he released your nipple, chuckling darkly. "Have you been waiting all day? Did you want to be fucked that badly?"

You winced at his words. He continued circling your clit, waiting patiently for your answer. "Well?"

"Yes, darling," you pant out. "I have been waiting all day for you! Ah- and you were late," you whined pathetically.

He chuckled again, muttering apologies under his breath while he continues to play with your clit, your nipple back in his mouth. You knew you were going to get a real apology after you're done, but this was enough.

You felt his finger enter your pussy, testing out to see how tight you were. Your eyelids fluttered shut as he added another finger, eliciting a moan from you.

"Yeah? You like that?" came the breathy response.

Your head spun as he curled his fingers at the sensitive bundle of nerves. His thumb pressed and circled on your clit, his pace getting faster and his thrusts getting deeper.

"Jin, I'm close," you squeak out, squirming at his unrelenting force. Your high was right there, waiting for your undoing. But your boyfriend had other plans and his thrusts stopped completely before you came.

You whined, your hands tugging at his hair dangerously. Frustration swept overr your face as it turned even more crimson than his ears. "J-Jin..." you grumble weakly, catching your breath. Your cunt squeezed at nothing when he removed his fingers completely.

"Wanted to feel you cum on my dick," was his simple response.

In the fog of your pleasure, you weren't aware of his veiny cock rapidly growing harder, tip already leaking precum. You stared, dazed as he pumped his length. You also had other plans when you moved to the floor.

You licked a stripe down from the tip to the base, earning a hiss from your boyfriend. His eyes fluttering shut when you look up, his cock slowly disappearing into your mouth.

You suck lightly at first, taking care that your teeth don't make contact with his sensitive member and begin bobbing to a rhythm. He groaned as you stuffed your mouth with his cock, hands grabbing fistfuls of your hair.

"Ah- ________, ah-, can I move?" he huffed out, unable to form sentences without groans.

You moaned to signal your affirmation and he used your hair as leverage to pull you closer to the base. You struggled and gagged, feeling so fucking full. You whimper as he held you there, his head falling back with a groan.

Seokjin snapped his hips, thrusting deeper into your throat. The sensation made you moan, tears blurring your vision. He picked up the pace when he saw you, loves the view of you struggling with his cock in your mouth.

He loved to ruin you, would never admit that out loud, but seeing his lover whimper and sob because he was too big made him moan. Seokjin was holding your head in place, letting his hips do all the work. You groaned out, the vibrations on his cock almost sent him over the edge.

You knew he was close. In ragged breaths, he was saying how beautiful you were, how well you were taking his cock, how amazing you felt, and all the sweet nothings you often hear. However, when his thrusts turned messy, an indication that he was close, you shifted backwards and his beautiful cock fell out of your mouth.

"Fuck!" he cursed loudly, careening forward. He held your head in place for balance, not wanting to fall, worried he hurt you somehow. However, he was greeted with a teasing grin. "Payback, love," was all you said smugly.

You knew you shouldn’t have pushed his buttons that way. But you couldn't help it, knowing the wonderful outcome that awaits you.

He growled, anger flaring with every second that passed since you denied his release. "Bed. Now,” he muttered under his breath. You obliged at his command, though you did it slowly, never taking your eyes of him

This side of Seokjin rarely comes out to play. He was always worried he'd hurt you.

‘Yeah, that's the point,’ you snorted, recalling the memory of explaining what you wanted like he was 5.

Even still, this was a welcomed surprise. You made a mental note of how you pushed his buttons that day, hoping to recreate it in future events.

You were about to sit on the bed when you turned around, climbing on all fours instead, excited about what he would do to you.

“That’s not what I asked you to do, slut” he chuckled, waiting for you to get settled. You teased your ass, moving it closer towards his dick before pulling back.

You didn't anticipate the first slap, the sound of his palm hitting your skin filling the room. You moaned, wiggling your ass towards his face, eyes shining bright with lust.

"Ah- you like being spanked, huh?” Seokjin said, scratching his chin. “Who knew you'd this much of a slut."

You moaned at the word, loving when he said such mean things to you. Your knees buckled when the next smack wasn’t on your ass. He clicked his tongue as he watched your juices flow out from having your cunt smacked. Seokjin reached gingerly towards your clit, teasing it to ease the pain.

"Oh?" he said simply before smacking you again, this time back at your ass. He alternated between slapping your ass and your sopping cunt, the uncertainty of where the next pain would land causing you to see stars.

You whimpered and whined underneath him. Fully lying on your stomach, your ass no longer in the air. You held a pillow, moaning into it, praying the neighbors wouldn't complain about the noise. "J-Jin... please fuck me."

"Huh, I didn’t know this one could beg," he chuckled. The thought of him being with another slut left a twinge in your chest, but that jealousy subsided when he slapped you hard this time, snapping your mind from your thoughts. There was some shuffling behind you and you felt the tip of his cock on your entrance, Seokjin coating his erection with your juices.

"Shit- it's so slippery..." he said mockingly, "slipping" past your cunt. "I can't seem to get it in."

His teasing left you desperate, clinging so hard on to the pillow that your knuckles started to turn white. And just as you felt the anticipation was too much, Seokjin thrusted into you fully, his girth entering you all at once, not caring that you usually needed time to adjust to his cock.

Seokjin dragged you closer towards him, your legs off the bed. He held your neck down with his arm and thrusted hard into your cunt. Before long, you begged silently as your high approaches, hoping that this time your boyfriend would let you cum.

"Baby, I- I'm close."

"Are you now, sweetheart?" You nodded and whimpered at his question. Your voice was getting higher, moans filling your small bedroom.

And he stopped again.

You buried your face in the pillow to scream. You were so agonizingly close and he denied you just like that. Tears fall out of your eyes now, you hiccup and sob, glaring daggers at him.

Normal Seokjin would've scooped you into his arms, a myriad of apologies would spill from his mouth.

But not this time. Instead, he grabbed your hips with his muscular arms before flipping you over so you lay flat on the bed. His cock went back inside, thrusting slowly while he spun circles on your sensitive folds.

"Please-" You breathe in deep, trying to stabilize your hiccups.

"One more for me?" he asked. His voice low and husky.

You start shaking your head, pleading, no- you couldn’t do it again. You were begging him to let you cum. He continued his shallow thrusts and his attention on your clit. You sigh underneath him, overstimulated beyond belief.

"One more," he insisted and leaned close to your ear. "For one whole year of living together." He nibbled on the shell before moving down to your neck. "Please?" You moan when he sucked on the delicate flesh.

You melted into his embrace and nod. "One more."

Perhaps you should've considered longer. Perhaps it was your lust-addled brain that made you say yes. Perhaps you should not have fallen for his devilish charm. But it’s all too late now as he lay on the bed, and you climbed over him.

"Mmph..." you moan, throwing your head back while you grind your pussy on his cock. You snuck a glance below only to find seeing your boyfriend drowning in pleasure.

You leaned forward and bumped your forehead with his. Seokjin's eyes open gently. He pants quietly as he cups your face, gently stroking it with his thumb. An angelic smile spreads upon his face, love and affection in his eyes. You whined as you continue riding him, trying to chase your own high while helping him with his, picking up the pace.

You were still moving a bit too slowly for his liking so he thrusted his hips to match your movements. It sent shivers down your spine and you moan deliciously.

"Baby, I can't- ah- Jin..." you pant, bouncing and grinding on his cock, just then realizing how close you actually were. You expected the stop, but it didn't make it any easier. Your boyfriend stopped his movements and held your hips firm, causing your body to convulse.

Seokjin sat up quickly, hugging and kissing your face profusely. "You did such a good job, ______." he said, his apologies in the form of kisses. He tucked a stray hair behind your ear. "You were so pretty bouncing on my cock like that."

You sigh and smiled weakly at him, "Can I rest?" you asked meekly.

You hear him genuinely laugh. His friends always said that his laugh sounded like windshield wipers. But to you, it sounded like wind chimes dancing in the summer.

Seokjin grabbed you and laid you down on the bed gently. He turned to his side and stroked your hair. You faced him, a content smile on your face as you also stroke his cheek.

"I love you."

The sudden confession made you halt. You knew Seokjin meant it. However, he does not say I love you very often. He shows his love with physical touch and "have you eaten?" questions that make you feel so happy he cared. But hearing him say he loved you almost made you cry. Almost. You had enough tears for the day.

"I love you too, darling."

You scoot closer to kiss him, tongue asking permission to enter. He groans when they collide. Your spare hand moved down and stroked his softening cock gently but he sprung up instantly.

"I kinda blue-balled you, sorry," you broke the kiss sheepishly. Seokjin just chuckled and continued the kiss, moving on top of you.

“Are you okay for more?” he asked, back to his usual self.

You nodded enthusiastically.

His cock slid in effortlessly, your pussy already wet and stretched out enough to take him in without any discomfort. Pleasure caused your body to groan. You wanted so badly to come.

He held up both your legs and toyed with your clit. He was able to thrust easily into you. He started out slow, making sure that you were actually okay before it turned manic, his cock going in and out of you with such force.

You whined when his thumb pushed harder on your clit, feeling your walls clench at his huge dick.

His cock going deeper and deeper inside you combined with him touching your clit was all it took. You were suddenly right there, at the edge of pleasure before you snap. You yell his name, your voice getting increasingly higher. You look at him with desperate eyes.

"Cum on my cock, ____," he groaned, marveling at how tight you were getting.

He kept the pace and soon, you were moaning his name, your juices creaming his cock. You loved being filled. You were so full as your walls clenched around him.

A few more hard thrusts and he joined you in pleasure. "Ah- _____," he moaned out as your walls were painted white. You winced when you thought Seokjin was going to fall on top of you, though he caught himself at the last second.

He slid out of you with a hiss and ran to get a towel to clean you up. After he was done, the towel was placed in the laundry basket, along with all the clothes that were discarded from the floor. You roll your eyes, knowing how neat your boyfriend was.

He plopped right next to you and you cuddled closer, throwing an arm over his muscled abdomen.

"Hi," he sighed out in bliss, tucking another strand of hair behind your ear. "Happy one year anniversary of living together, my dear."

His head dipped towards your and you both nuzzle your nose at each other. "Happy one year, Jin."

"So," he started, clearing his throat. "I can tell you liked getting spanked. Push my buttons some more and maybe it'll happen more often," he laughed at his own comment., waggling his eyebrows at your direction.

This time, it was you who were at a loss for words. You shook your head, rolling your eyes before snuggling so close to him. You found the perfect spot on his chest, as always, pulling the blankets towards the both of you.

He removed himself from underneath you and stared seriously into your eyes. "I know I don't say it enough,"-- you smiled as you notice his ears turning red again-- "but I meant what I said. I do, love you, ____." He held your gaze and you found the strength to sit up slightly to kiss him.

"I know, Jin. This was enough. You are enough."

You've never seen him so giddy and he kissed your forehead again, finally settling down.

"Good night, Kim Seokjin. I’ll clean the food in the morning," you say drowsily.

"Don’t worry, let me get it. Good night, soon-to-be Kim _____," he whispered. You heard the comment but you were tired to ask what he meant. In the morning, you thought to yourself. I'll deal with that in the morning.

When you finally slept, soft snores filling the room, Seokjin got up, carefully detangling him from your arms. You protest slightly but rolled over, not waking up. He padded softly to the kitchen to put the food away. Washing his hands, he looked to the bedroom once more to make sure you were indeed asleep, before opening his briefcase.

Inside, there was a small blue box and Seokjin opened it gingerly, fearing the worst. He sighed in relief as the band reflected a light coming from outside, still intact even though he dropped it earlier. He closed the small box and placed it back in his briefcase.

Seokjin came back to the room to find you had gotten up, hands rubbing your eyes. “Where did you go?”

“Bathroom and grabbed a glass of water,” he lied casually, praying that you didn’t see anything, his heart hammering in his chest.

You mumbled something and he sighed in relief, putting on a pair of boxers before snuggling you close, kissing your forehead.

All characters depicted in this fic are 18+ and fictional.

Any resemblance is just a work of fiction.

All rights © bangtanhome.tumblr.com

Posted on 04.13.2021 at 11:11am GMT+7.

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[daegall]

Fool

pairing: Ice hockey player! Sungchan x figure skater! reader

genre: fluff

warnings: umm is falling on your ass like 3 times a warning ALSO IDK THIS MIGHT BE CHEESY.................

word count: 2k+ words (WTF WHY CANT I WRITE LIKE THIS FOR MY OTHER COLLABS HUH

a/n: whooo!! this is part of @knet-bakery's nostalgic melodies event!! though this will be posted while in supposed to be on a mini hiatus, i hope it still goes well and nothing wrong happens! enjoy bubs <33

🎶: fool - nct 127

You were very proud to announce to your closest friends and family that you've been accepted to your university's figure skating team! It was, and still is, one of your biggest accomplishments. First you got into your dream school, then your dream team, what's next, you're dream boy?

You feel your chest tighten and breathing stop as you enter your uni's ice rink, the cold sensation of the ice instantly nipping at your warm skin. It's not like you mind, you've felt it all your life, it was your favorite feeling.

The sound of skates scraping against the ice fills your ears, swarming around your body and swirling especially in your heart, the nostalgic sound of it feeling so nostalgic to you.

It was crazy how much time you spent on the ice.

"Y/n!"

They beckon you over, to which you instantly rush up to them with buzzing excitement coursing through your veins.

Just as you get right next to them, and greet them enthusiastically, a bunch of boys come out of the changing room with red and blue uniforms, laughing and chatting loudly with each other as they get onto the ice.

Just as you get right next to them, and greet them enthusiastically, a bunch of boys come out of the changing room with red and blue uniforms, laughing and chatting loudly with each other as they get onto the ice.

Woah, you think. It's the gators!

You've seen them play before, and they are really no joke. They gave the best team players, fastest skaters, and the most strategic moves. They have so many international transfers as well.

You recognize each and every one of them, every one but a certain tall, shy boy. There's a sudden rush of warmth that spreads through your face and ears, and your eyes widen as you see him skate gracefully in the ice.

"Woah, aren't they great? Y/n didn't you- oh gosh are you blushing?"

Your palms instantly fly up to cover your face, shaking your head no, "N-no! I'm just cold!"

They all know it's bullshit, you've never been so red because of the cold, and you would literally skate all night with only a t-shirt when the team was opening for players. There is no way you're just cold. He

"Whatever you say, Y/n. Come on, let's get our skates."

You give them a tight nod, picking your duffle back up into your arms. You give the hockey players one last glance, and already find the new member looking right at your direction. A squeak erupts from your throat, before you scurry off into the changing rooms quickly.

You didn't expect to be skating at the same time as the hockey players, but you guess it's how the first practice of the semester goes. Each of the coaches are at the benches, talking to each other excitedly as they talk about each of their new skaters.

You're only doing a few spins on the ice, your nerves making it somehow colder, when you catch the new guy looking at you again. You try to brush it off, but to no avail. You slip and fall.

It's alright, most of the skaters here have already done the exact same thing, some taking a fall even worse than yours. You groan and pat your lower back and butt in pain, before getting up quickly to start yet once again. It's a painful, but daily routine.

The coaches stand to call all team members, each on different sides of the rink. To your dismay, you're all the way on the other side from your teammates and coach. You quickly get up to skate to them, but the second you get up you're tumbling back down because of a weight pushing you.

"A-ah! I'm so sorry! I didn't see you..."

Your head snaps up at the unfamiliar voice, and your own voice disappears when you see the same cute new member from the hockey team.

There's an awkward moment between you two as you just stare at each other, breaths being stolen away by one another, but remaining breathless. Your heart pounds dangerously loudly in your ears, swelling in a way you've never felt before.

It feels like forever, before the boy helps you up with an apologetic pat at your lower back.

That’s all you think of for the rest of the week, in the middle of class, eating lunch, heck, when you’re late to class, his awkward smile and gleaming eyes permanent in your memories.

Your teammates tease you to no end, calling you out whenever the boy, who you’ve learned his name is Sungchan, comes within just 15 meters from you.

It’s no different for him himself, it all started when Donghyuck teased him of how red he was and how he would always glance at you that day. He was never one to believe in love at first sight, but suddenly it was his whole love life the moment he helped you up from the ice.

Fortunately for the both of you, you got to see each other without being teased out of your minds. At first, you doubted why you signed up for economy, but now you keep looking at the clock to see how far 5th period was.

Maybe coincidence, maybe fate, you don’t really care. Just the fact that you get to sit next to him in econ made your heart thump quickly.

But, even with such time, you two were still too shy to make a move. It was so obvious you wanted to, but it was like a mutual agreement that the time will come, when the time will come.

You kind of regret it though, you hate that you have to be so self conscious around him, when there are your teammates, always walking up to random dudes and asking them random shit.

You think this and curse to yourself as you open the ice rink doors, the cool wind blowing at your face for the nth time this week.

Just as you get sight of the ice, a familiar red and blue jersey flies from one side of the rink to the other, and you can’t help but wish it’s Sungchan.

It might just be fate, for your crush was there, with a hockey stick, playing around and doing all kinds of tricks with the puck.

You are once again, blow away at his skills, eyes traveling with him and observing every move he makes. It’s 8:45 pm, just 2 hours before the rink closes for the day. You thought you were the only one planning on training this evening.

You take in a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for some awkward moments, before placing your duffle bag on the benches.

Just as you step on the ice with your skates, Sungchan turns around, and is shocked to see you on the ice with him. He instantly loses focus and topples over suddenly, causing both him and you to gasp.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?”

As your voice gets clearer and closer, the boy feels his heart start to shake, and the same feeling of when you fell on the ice fluttering within his body.

“Y-yeah! I’m fine, r-really,”

Your expressions still twist in worry, and despite your mind freaking out and not knowing what to do, you still offer him a hand.

It feels like strikes of electricity or sparks running through your body as Sungchan’s cold, gloved hand envelops yours. You tug him upward gently, your heart beating in your ears loudly like drums.

Sungchan sends you an awkward, shy smile, one that you reciprocate with just as much nervousness shading it. Despite being in an ice rink, with literally just a shirt and yoga pants, you’re burning up. You haven’t even warmed up yet.

You mutually, but silently, agree to split the ice, the right side for you, the left for Sungchan.

Youreally can’t help but sneak a few glances at him as he practices, sometimes even going as far as staring without realizing. It’s not like it’s too easy for him either, your movements are so graceful and full of effort, he can feel the hard work radiate off of you. Many times did you want to help each other when one fell, but decided not to since it’s so common for people on the ice.

At some point of the individual practice, Sungchan accidentally hits his puck all the way to your side. He internally panics, hesitating to go in your zone to take the puck. The second he’s taking a step into your side, the puck is flying back in front of him.

Alarmed, Sungchan’s head whips up, shocked and very much delighted to see you, with a bright smile on your face and sparkling eyes.

He’s stunned. How could someone so perfect, suddenly become even better?

“Bring it on, Jung!”

A smile finds itself instinctively on Sungchan’s lips, before he’s retrieving the puck again and dribbling it around. Your confidence starts to waver at his determined stare, instead a chill of excitement running through your body.

Before you know it, you’re chasing Sungchan around the ice, attempting to steal the puck from him. It’s of course, not that easy, for someone who hasn’t played since the 8th grade. Though, you still impress your crush a lot, with your speed and stamina, you could train to be a hockey player.

The silent playfulness is turned vocal, with laughs and groans whenever one falls or fails to steal the puck. You can barely pick up the pace because of how much you’ve laughed at this point, just tagging along behind Sungchan as he teasingly tells you to catch up.

At last, you have a chance to steal the puck. Without any hesitation, you skate faster, and swerve the puck your way. The way your stick clashed with Sungchan’s made him shocked, not to mention your speed and swiftness too.

Sungchan is racing after you, ready to take the puck back to his possession, but he’s too late, you’ve hit, and it goes straight into the goalpost.

With a breathy laugh, you throw your hands into the air, and throw Sungchan a big, proud grin. He only pants with a smile, and gives you a much appreciated thumbs up.

“How are you so good?” At the question your ego is nibbling on, you smirk smugly and shrug, “I used to play ice hockey a lot with my dad and cousins.”

You get the puck back from the goal, and start dribbling it around the rink with skill. Oblivious to the adoring loom Sungchan gives your way, you attempt to shoot the puck at him. He catches it with no problem, “You’re so damn cool,”

At that, you slip painfully onto your back.

You lay no mind though, sitting straight back up and staring at your crush with big, surprised eyes, “W-what?”

Sungchan only laughs, wiping his forehead with his gloved hand, “Nevermind that,” he skates towards the exit of the ice, smiling shyly down at his skates.

Now’s a good time, right?

“H-hey,” you hum back a response, knowing your words would catch in your throat if you spoke. Sungchan bites his lip shyly, “You wanna go out sometime?” A soft gasp leaves your lips.

“L-like a date?”

“I mean, y-yeah. A date,”

Unwanted fireworks go on in your body, exploding with joy and giddiness from the suggestion of a date.

You both grin like fools once the other is out of sight, replaying whatever happened over and over on repeat.

There, in the ice, minutes after being asked out by your crush, you are unaware of the bright and fun future you have with him, unaware of the black hole you call love, falling deeper and deeper for him.

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Nothing Can Keep Us Apart (haerene)

April 28th, 2019

posting it here for @miracle-aiden , but I wrote this long ago so it's probably not that good😅 more newer haerene otw tho

ft. Bae Jinyoung

Donghae couldn't believe what she had just told him. He couldn't believe all those plans of their future he had prepared are going to waste. He couldn't believe how she was so easily going to leave him, and yet against her own will.

"Why baby?" he asked for the nth time holding her hands, trying not to cry seeing her tears. "Why? Why why why? You don't always have to listen to your father. Arranged marriage? Screw it! You're mine, remember. Only mine."

Joohyun could not help but burst into even more tears, being pulled into his chest as she gripped onto his shirt tight, arms around his torso and face snuggled into his chest. She hated her father for many things, but this was now on the top of her list.

"I don't want this Donghae. I never wanted any of this. But there's nothing I can do." she sobbed, and his hug only tightened around her.

"I can't think of letting you go to another man." Donghae mumbled, but audible for her to hear. "I can't even imagine it. The only other male I can think of you going out with is Jinyoung. That's it. I'm over protective and clingy I know. But it's because I love you so much."

Joohyun couldn't stop crying anymore. What he called over protective and clingy, she loved it. She always found it adorable how he looked out for her in public, and how he limited her contact with men. She never found it unfair or dominating, because he himself followed the same, limiting his contact with women. And Joohyun hated the average men, making Donghae special, and vice versa.

"Donghae... I'm sorry. I don't know anymore. It's for the stupid company, and the guy agreed because he benefits, and..."

Donghae placed a finger on her lips to stop her from further trying to explain. He knew how powerful her father was, but he hoped their three year long relationship was stronger. Sadly today, it wasn't. He looked at her face, completely wet from tears, and couldn't help it anymore as he started kissing every inch of it, even under her ears and on her neck and collar. Joohyun's hands locked themselves around his neck, knowing this was probably their last night together.

"Please Donghae, make this night special..."

He knew what she meant right away, and complied with her wish.

Joohyun couldn't sleep no matter how late it was, even in her favourite sleeping environment, that was under a blanket with his arms around her, her small body engulfed by his larger one feeling all of his body warmth on her own, and his slow breaths hitting the back of her neck. But she knew he wasn't asleep either because of how quiet the room was, unlike usual when his soft snores could be heard, one of her favourite things to listen to.

Slowly she shifted and turned around, pulling the blanket up a little to cover her chest, considering they were both naked, and faced him. "Donghae..." her soft call was enough for him to open his eyes, and his hand automatically carassed her face. Every touch, every feeling, every thing about him right now only made her even sadder, and tears soon pooled in her eyes, each wiped off by his thumb.

"Don't cry love. Please don't. It makes me even sadder." he choked, his voice breaking in between. Joohyun tried her best holding it in, and quickly moved closer into his embrace as they hugged each other again.

They enjoyed the quiet atmosphere, needing only each other's presence to live in peace. He sniffed her hair, while she traced her fingers on his arm. If they could they'd stay like this forever, never letting go.

But they had to, especially now when Donghae's phone rang. He sighed and kissed her forehead before reaching over her to the side table, surprised to see the caller. He turned the screen towards Joohyun, who squinted her eyes as surprised as he was, and motioned him to put it on speaker.

"Hey Jinyoung."

"Hyung! Is my sister with you!?!" the young boy asked in a seemingly worried voice.

"Yes, she's here."

"Oh thank God. I was scared when she didn't come back. I thought she... She killed herself."

"She's here Jinyoung don't worry. Remember, you'll never be alone again..."

"I am now..." he cut off Donghae with sudden sobs. "I'm alone again. Mum's gone, now noona's being sent off to some stupid forced marriage. Hyung, why is my father like this... In this case, I'd rather be dead. Right?"

"No you don't. You deserve to live. What if Joohyun needs your comfort? Wouldn't you feel bad for not being there for your own sister? Stay strong kid, you'll get through this."

A whimper was heard in reply, and the call was disconnected, and Joohyun giggled slightly at first, before tears pooled again.

"He loves you so much. Thank you Donghae."

He smiled back at her weakly. He knew how much her brother meant to her. He was ten years younger than her, making him only fifteen. That meant he was only seven when their mother died, and was left under the care of Joohyun. And when Donghae came, sure he was quite protective and jealous at first, but he now looked at him like a father figure, like he did with his sister, since getting any love from his father was far away.

Now hearing the boy's cries broke his heart almost as much as Joohyun did. He still didn't want to believe this was their last night together, and was now full of instant regret why he didn't propose sooner. But would it still have worked back then with her father? He was sure it wouldn't have.

"I'm going to miss you so much Joohyun, I might die from it."

"Donghae..." she cried again, and he pulled her closer cuddling her tight like his life depended on it.

Joohyun stood in front of the mirror hopelessly, in a white dress she had hoped to wear only for Donghae. But here she was, wearing it for some man she had no idea about, other than his face. She felt so terrible, so useless, so cheap, so disgusted, that she couldn't bear to look at herself in the mirror.

Jinyoung couldn't help feel just as bad for his sister, watching her from behind as she looked down, and he could see droplets of water fall on the hem of the long dress. He walked up behind her, and hugged her tight, head in her shoulder.

"Please don't cry noona. Please don't make me sad." he chanted like a child, hugging her tighter and hiding his eyes in her shoulder, trying to prevent his tears from spilling out. Joohyun couldn't help but let out audible cries now, turning around and hugging her brother back, causing him to cry just as much.

"Be a good boy... Promise me. Don't... Don't be like dad."

"I know... I'll be like hyung, Donghae hyung is the best." he said trying to smile.

She couldn't help cry even more at the mention of the name, having been unable to see him the past week after that night. But she knew it was for the best. She pulled out of the hug, and saw tears streaming down his face. She wiped them off and kissed his forehead, making him cry even more.

He loved her hugs, kisses, when she holds his hand, when she cooks for him, when she tutored him. He loved those moments when she came home from her dormitory, and he was the first to jump onto her even before their pet dog. When she introduced Donghae to him, and only him, he did feel jealous of the man for getting as much hugs and kisses as he did back then, but he knew how much she loved him. And he knew he himself was the most important male in her life if she was introducing her boyfriend to only him.

Joohyun now stood at the door with her father, keeping her hands to herself. The elder man noticed, and tugged her arm putting it around his. "I'm so proud of you." he said keeping his head high up, making her scoff. She didn't bother to even spare him a glance, keeping her face down all the time, even when walking to the altar. But she couldn't help feel sick in her stomach, and while the priest went on about the vows, Joohyun threw her bouquet onto the floor and ran off behind the hall to the washroom.

Jinyoung quickly followed behind, not bothered by the women only sign, and stood behind her as she threw up constantly. "Jinyoung... Get my bag... now!" she spoke in between gags, and he ran back out then in with her back pack. Joohyun took it and pushed him out of the toilet, locking it, but the boy didn't leave, standing in front if the door like a body guard. He fumbled his hands together, pacing around, when he received a message.

Hyung

Jinyoung, please take care of your sister and yourself. In about half an hour, I won't be around anymore. There's no point for me. And don't worry, I know my business is small, but I've left it to you. Be good and take good care.

Jinyoung's whole body system simply shut down as he somehow managed to understand what Donghae meant. At that moment the stall door opened, revealing Joohyun in a change of clothes, and a pale expression. He ran to her side, holding her hands tight.

"What's wrong noona? Are y..."

"We need to get out of here." she cut him off. "We need to leave, and find Donghae."

"Why?"

"I'm pregnant!" she exclaimed, and after seconds of processing, Jinyoung grinned a little, before he remembered the message.

"Noona we need to be fast. He's going to kill himself! Let's go!"

They first went into the back room to gather their things, then snuck out of the back into her car, putting their luggage into it. Good thing the wedding was in their own mansion hall, so getting all their belongings wasn't a problem. Jinyoung turned on the tracking in his phone, and found Donghae at the Han River bridge, and Joohyun was quick to start driving.

And it was only then when the people inside realised what was going on. A runaway bride. Jinyoung watched the guests come out of the hall, the groom in front creating a havoc, as they drove out of the land their father owned. She drove fast, but carefully, a smile spreading across her face as she thought of the small life inside her. The same smile now on Jinyoung's face as well. But they weren't there for long as the siblings soon reached the bridge, and recognised the black car from far. Joohyun quickly parked her's behind it, ran out and hugged the figure standing near the railings of the bridge, feeling his body freeze and tense up.

"Joohyun? What are you doing here?" he asked when suddenly engulfed in another hug from the front.

"Hyung please don't do this!"

"Jinyoung? Did you tell her?"

"Yes, but after she asked me to find you."

Confused, Donghae pushed the two off, and stood looking at both of them. "Find me why?" he asked Joohyun, who swiftly pulled something out of her pocket and showed it to him, making sure the test lines were visible. Donghae's eyes widened, shifting between the item and Joohyun's face.

"Seriously?" he asked, and she nodded, suddenly off the ground being spun around in the air. She laughed at his antics, and they pulled each other in for a kiss.

"Bleh." they pulled away and giggled at Jinyoung covering his eyes. "We have to go, remember. Dad's not going to let us off. What do we do?" he asked as Donghae put her down, then smirked mischievously.

"Give me your phone." he said taking Jinyoung's phone, and started to type away.

Dad, we've had enough. I hope you enjoy your burden-less life. You won't be seeing us anymore.

After sending the message, he took out the carrier card, and Joohyun's, then crushed and threw them into the river behind them. He took her car keys, moved all their bags into his car, and left the keys on top. He pulled the two into his car, and drove away to the nearest bank, and made Joohyun withdraw all her money, then break her card. Jinyoung had none, so they moved on to his house, and he sat them down to explain what he'd do next.

"We'll get you two new identities, change your surname, then we'll move."

"Where hyung?"

"Well, I actually moved my business to Sapporo, so we'll move there."

The siblings nodded, and instantly decided on a new surname, taking their mother's, Bae. Donghae took them to the government office, where they registered their new identities.

Bae Joohyun

Bae Jinyoung

Next he took Joohyun to a different floor, and she hugged him when she realised what they were doing. Registering their marriage. Once they finished, with Jinyoung as the witness, they drove back to his house.

Donghae booked quick flights to Sapporo, and by the next week, Jinyoung ran around carrying boxes in his hand, exploring his new house. Who would've thought that Donghae was apparently rich? Even if not to their father's extent, he was still amazed by his new home as he left the boxes and ran around the two story house, front yard, and big back yard that had a swimming pool as well.

Once their new house was finally made homely, Donghae went into his bedroom, smiling as he entered to see Joohyun putting up polaroid pictures of them on the wall. He crept behind her, and engulfed her into a hug, peppering kisses into the crook of her neck. Joohyun laughed feeling ticklish, until he stopped and turned her to him, her arms wrapping around his neck. He pecked her forehead, going down until her lips, then slowly bent down on his knees, his face in level with her tummy. He lifted her shirt, her hands layed on his shoulders, and kissed her tummy in several spots.

"If it wasn't for you," he whispered against her skin, "we would have both been gone by now." he hugged her tummy, leaning an ear against it. Joohyun felt so happy she couldn't contain her tears as her fingers combed through his hair.

Everything would finally be perfect.

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peace offerings ➳ lee sangyeon

word count: 1.9k

genre/warnings: producer!sangyeon, angst (but it's super light i promise), fluff

synopsis: in which your bf has been overworking too much so he tries to make up for lost time.

a/n: so so sorry for the really late post, i've been drowned in schoolworks for the whole ber months so i forgot to post hehe anw please go ahead and enjoy reading!!

You woke up from your position on the couch as soon as you heard the door open. You looked up to check the time on the clock and it read 12:00 AM. He came home late again, you thought to yourself. "I'm sorry I came home late again, you didn't have to wait for me." Sangyeon said as he pressed a kiss on your head. "It's fine, I understand." You said with a soft smile.

He made his way to the bathroom while you went to your shared bedroom. You went straight for your place on the bed and wrapped yourself in the comforter. He's not cheating on me, right? It can't be. If he doesn't have time for me, surely he doesn't have time for a sideline, you thought as you drifted to sleep, not even having the time to wait for your beloved boyfriend.

•••

You looked at the clock for the nth time the past half hour. 8:30 pm, it read. 30 minutes had passed. Sangyeon had promised you a date to make up for his absence the past 2 weeks at 8:00 on Friday but that was today and it was already 8:45 pm and there was no signs of him coming home.

Having enough of his behavior, you stood up from your seat and started to clear up the food in front of you. Then, the door suddenly opened, revealing your boyfriend with flowers in his hand and a tired smile on his face. His smile suddenly dropped when he saw you starting to clean up. "Baby?" He said. No reply. "Y/N?" He said once more. Still no reply.

"Are you mad at me?" He made his way to you, trying to hold your hand but you harshly swatted it away and continued to keep the food. "Babe, c'mon. Talk to me, please." He said as he followed you into the kitchen. "Y/N, please. Talk to me." He begged once more, yet you still continued to give him the cold shoulder as you transferred the food to the container.

"Y/N, come on, I'm being serious right now." He said as he followed you to the refrigerator. You pretended to not hear his pleas as you opened the door to the fridge and placed the food inside. Just as you were about to close the fridge, a hand stopped it — which made you glare at the owner of it.

"Y/N, answer my question, please. Are you mad at me?" Sangyeon begged at you one more time before you heaved out a big sigh to calm yourself down. "Am I mad, Sangyeon? Am I mad?" You finally spoke out. "No, Sangyeon, I am fuming! You ghost me for 2 weeks, promise me for a date to make up for lost time, then proceed to stand me up, and you ask me if I'm mad?! The audacity, Lee Sangyeon!" You exclaimed.

"Are you even my boyfriend anymore, or have you ditched me to date music instead?" You ask him, narrowing your eyes as if scrutinizing the man as you do so. He opens his mouth to say something but you beat him to it. "Look, Sangyeon. I know how important music is to you but it's getting too much. If you couldn't juggle two things at a time, then you should've just gave us up." You calmly stated, opposite to your earlier tone which took Sangyeon aback.

There was a silence that settled between you two, the only sound that was heard was the plates and glasses clinking as you put them in their respective places. As you were finished, you looked back at Sangyeon who was leaning his back at the kitchen countertop with his head down low.

"I'll be sleeping at the guest room tonight. Do whatever you want." You sighed, closing your eyes as you stopped beside him — not even wanting to see his existence. Sangyeon lifted his head to follow your receding figure heading to your shared bedroom then stepping out to enter the spare bedroom with your night clothes in hand.

Sangyeon hung his head low as he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Everything seemed hopeless for him as he saw his future unfold before his very eyes a few moments earlier. He snapped his head back up as an idea popped into his head. He took out his phone, punched in some numbers, and made a call.

•••

You woke up to the sound of clanging, so you slowly made your way to where the sound was coming from. The sight before your eyes shocked you to the point it was an understatement. "What are you doing here?" You asked the man by the stove with a raised brow.

"I'm cooking you breakfast." He replied to you, looking back with a smile. "Don't you have work?" You crossed your arms. "Nope. I took the week off." He replied, eyes still trained on the food. "They allowed you to do that?" You asked, slowly walking over to the stove. You peeked over to the pan to see what he was cooking. The sight of your favorite breakfast meal slightly shocked you a little, emitting a small gasp to escape your mouth.

Sangyeon, on the other hand, had caught on to your gasp. Cute, he silently chuckled to himself. "Anyways, is there any coffee?" You turned away from him, grabbing two mugs. Honestly, you didn't even know why you asked him that, as you were already expecting a 'no'.

"Yeah, in the coffee maker." To say you were surprised was an understatement, so you rushed to the coffee maker — shocked as there was the said beverage. You spun around to face your boyfriend, who was currently turning off the stove and grabbing plates.

"Just what are you up to, Lee Sangyeon?" You inquired with a raised eyebrow. "A peace offering. I know I haven't been the best lately, and I acknowledge my mistake. I'm sorry." He turned his head to you, giving you a small smile. He then continued to transfer the food to the plate and headed for the dining room, your eyes following his moving figure. You turned back to the forgotten beverage, mind full of questions as you poured for you both.

•••

"Honey?" He knocked on the bedroom door, making you look up from your laptop. "Yes?" You replied. "Mind if I join you?" He asked, you nodded. "Is that Black Widow?" He inquired, sitting down on the bed as you laid the laptop in front of the both of you. "Yeah, it's just starting." You said, going back to your previous position.

A few minutes into the movie, you noticed Sangyeon fidget in his place — you ignored it, thinking maybe he was just cold. A few more minutes, he was still fidgeting — so you took it upon you to pause the film and look at the man beside you.

"Sangyeon, are you cold? What's wrong with you?" You asked him, tone laced with concern. "Huh? No, I'm okay." He said, looking at you witb a smile. You, however, remained unfazed. You knew deep down that he wasn't okay, so you stay in your place — staring him down until he tells the answer you want to hear. Sangyeon sighed. He knew better not to lie to you so he let it spill.

"Fine, I've been meaning to ask you something." He started. You quirked an eyebrow. "Are you free tomorrow night?" He faced you. "I suppose I am, seeing as it's a Sunday. Why?" It was your turn to ask him, taken aback as he asked you such a question. "Great! Could you dress up a bit formally?" The more questions he asked, the more you were being skeptical about this. What was he planning, for Christ's sake?

"Why?"

"Please." He begged you not to ask any more questions. "Fine. You better not embarrass me, Lee Sangyeon." You pointed a finger at him. "I won't, I promise." He raised both of his hands. You eyed him head-to-toe as you slowly leaned forward to continue playing the movie you were previously watching.

•••

"Y/N, babe, you ready?" Sangyeon asked as he knocked on your shared bedroom's door. "Uh, yeah, just give me a second!" You shouted to him, finishing up with your makeup as you got up from the vanity. You opened the door which got Sangyeon's attention. He was dressed in a suit and tie, hair parted on the side. A brief look of surprise flashed on your face but you quickly straightened yourself.

"Wow." Sangyeon blurted out, eyeing you up and down. "Oh, hush, none of that." You flicked your hand, walking towards your boyfriend. You locked arms with him as you both headed towards the car.

•••

"Woah." You exclaimed, taking in the vibe of the venue. Sangyeon took you to a field — in the middle, there was a gazebo decorated with tons of fairy lights and a pathway illuminated by what looked like LED candles. "You like it?" Sangyeon stood by your side. "I love it, Sangyeon." You breathed out. "I'm glad you do." He smiled.

"C'mon." He beckoned for you to follow him along the pathway, and so you did — hand-in-hand at that. As you arrived at the gazebo, he pulled a seat for you, mumbling a quick 'thank you' as you sat down. Sangyeon raised his hand for what you assummed to be the waiter, so you took the napkin and laid it on your lap. The waiter soon arrived with both your food and soon you both started eating.

•••

The food before you was long gone and now, you two were just talking while gentle piano music played in the back.

"Shall we step outside?" He asked, standing up from his seat. You held out your hand for him to take as response. "Hey, the sky looks nice tonight." You said, pointing up at the landscape above you. The sky was illuminated by the full moon, accompanied by the stars — making it a fully-lit night. "Yeah, it is." Sangyeon spoke.

You looked back at your boyfriend, kneeling on one knee with a ring in hand. You let out a loud gasp.

"Sangyeon, I'm not yet ready-"

"I know, it's just a promise ring. Calm down." He reassured. You sighed in relief, thanking the heavens for not having to reject a proposal. "Thank you. But what for?" You asked as he put the ring on your hand and stood up back in front of you.

"Y/N, I know I haven't been the boyfriend I promised to be 2 years ago these past 2 weeks. I'm really sorry for that." He started, his hands holding yours. "So, with this promise ring, I promise to make up for my mistake and earn the title of being your boyfriend again. And maybe, if the future is kind to us, the title of your fiancé." He continued, your hands still in his. "So, will you let me try again?" He asked.

"You're such a drama queen, c'mere." You pulled him into a kiss. He was taken aback by your sudden action but he was soon deepening the kiss into a more passionate one, holding your cheek in his other hand while the other on your waist.

"I love you, Lee Sangyeon." You said against his lips. "I love you too, Y/N L/N." He smiled.

•••

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Hey r/e! I'm posting about an app I wrote called EndUp, which lets you create single-use maps that follow you for one hour and share them with anyone on any device: https://endup.ccFirst off, a little about me. I'm on the tech side of things. My last position was as the CTO of a VC-backed startup, and I'm based in San Francisco (mostly, I've been traveling since last June). Second, 400 coffee meetings? Sounds excessive, right? Well, between recruiting and networking I'd be “grabbing coffee” at least three times a week (and I'm positive many of you have me beat). Multiply that by a few years and you realize how many lines you've stood in making small talk. “Oh yeah, that sounds great. I'll get one too.”Anyways, my pre-chat routine was to send an email as I was heading out to give whomever I was meeting with: Some certainty that I hadn't forgotten about it, and...A low-resolution idea of when I'd be getting there. Also, in the cases where they couldn't make it last-minute, it was helpful to know before I got too far out the door.Often everything would go smoothly, but inevitably there'd be a delayed train, or traffic, or whatever and that would trigger a second / third / nth round of back and forth.This had been the experience for my entire professional life and I had never thought twice about it. But for whatever reason I started to notice these subsequent messages for what they were: a tiny but annoying nugget of uncertainty and friction.So, I hacked together EndUp and started sending out live location maps: “Heading out, see you in a bit. https://endup.cc/xEk” I figured this would be a nice way to provide the same courtesy without the back-and-forth.And guess what? It cut that stuff way down. It worked.Great, but what does this have to do with making a good first / second / third impression? Well it turned out that an unintended consequence was a smoother experience for them as well.With the tracking link they could check on my progress on their schedule, and without getting interrupted by emails or texts. They'd know if I was stuck in traffic, they'd know if they had time to hit the restroom before I got there, they'd know if they had time to take a load off, and when to head outside to meet me. I even had one guy tell me he knew when to get in line based on the line length and how far away I was so we'd be at the front when I got there, which I thought was a pretty clever. Overall, classic win-win-win scenario.So that's my story, if you'd like less friction for you, and to do something nice for the person you're meeting at the same time, head over to https://endup.cc and grab the app (it's free).On the discussion side here are a few open questions that might be interesting to chat about: How would you market this?Which niches would you go after other than ours?How would you monetize? Ads / Freemium are the obvious ones. I think white-labeling for enterprise could be really neat, but might require too much of a time commitment. Otherwise, happy to answer any questions, and drop me a line at [email protected] if you end up (ha!) getting value from it. I'd love to hear from you.

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