#How to Build a Food Delivery App?

[aeth-eris]

★ how to maximize profits via 2nd house ★

aries in the 2nd house can maximize profits by capitalizing on their entrepreneurial drive and competitive spirit. aries benefits from fast-paced, high-energy ventures where they can lead and make quick decisions. they might excel by launching a fitness training program, offering personal coaching services, or starting a motivational brand that sells products like athletic apparel, energy drinks, or performance gear. aries could also find success with subscription boxes focused on high-adrenaline hobbies like hiking, martial arts, or adventure sports. by embracing ventures that allow them to innovate quickly and take the lead, aries can build profitable businesses that leverage their passion and high energy.

taurus in the 2nd house is well-suited for steady financial growth through high-quality, long-term investments and products. they thrive in businesses that emphasize luxury, beauty, and quality, such as a high-end skincare line, organic foods business, or eco-friendly clothing brand. taurus could also consider starting a boutique furniture store that sells artisan-crafted or vintage items, as they appreciate products with enduring value. with their talent for creating a comforting atmosphere, taurus might excel with a bed and breakfast, a spa, or a wellness center that offers relaxation services. taurus maximizes profits by focusing on products that prioritize quality and offer a luxurious experience, appealing to clients who value longevity and craftsmanship.

gemini in the 2nd house can boost profits by tapping into their adaptability and communication skills, especially in diverse, mentally stimulating fields. they could thrive by starting a digital marketing agency, offering copywriting or editing services, or launching an online course platform that covers a wide range of topics to cater to curious minds. with their natural social skills, gemini could also excel in creating a networking app or social media consulting service. offering services like translation, podcasting, or even freelance journalism can keep income flowing, as gemini is well-suited to manage multiple streams of revenue. their knack for curiosity-driven ventures and networking makes them ideal for businesses that involve idea-sharing, quick adaptability, and community engagement.

cancer in the 2nd house can increase earnings by focusing on nurturing and emotionally resonant businesses that bring comfort to others. they might start a home-cooked meal delivery service, a childcare center, or a family-focused event planning service that organizes intimate gatherings like birthdays and reunions. cancer could also do well in real estate, particularly with home staging or property management that emphasizes creating warm, inviting spaces. they could excel in interior decorating, especially with a focus on cozy, family-oriented spaces, or start a handcrafted candle or blanket line. by building businesses that revolve around care, comfort, and family, cancer can create loyal clients and establish long-term success through emotional connections.

leo in the 2nd house maximizes profits by showcasing their creativity and leadership, often excelling in businesses that allow them to stand out and build a brand. leo could find success with a personal brand consultancy, fashion line, or luxury event planning business. they might enjoy launching a social media channel focused on lifestyle or self-improvement, where they can attract sponsorships or sell branded merchandise. leo also thrives in roles where they can influence and inspire others, so they might consider starting a motivational speaking business, an acting or dance academy, or a high-end boutique. with their flair for self-expression, leo profits best when they create high-quality, visually captivating products and services that let their star power shine through.

virgo in the 2nd house finds financial success through practical, detail-oriented services that provide high value and efficiency. they excel in businesses that involve organization, health, and precision, such as financial consulting, tax preparation, or a personal organizing service. virgo might also thrive with a nutrition or wellness coaching business, offering tailored health plans or holistic products like herbal supplements or self-care kits. a digital bookkeeping service, copyediting business, or virtual assistant agency could also bring them steady profits, as virgo’s meticulous nature appeals to clients who seek reliability and structure. by focusing on services that emphasize quality and organization, virgo builds a reputation for excellence that attracts a steady client base.

libra in the 2nd house can increase earnings by leveraging their skills in diplomacy, aesthetics, and partnerships. they could start a wedding planning business, a floral design company, or a luxury lifestyle brand that sells carefully curated home décor items. libra would also excel in public relations consulting or brand management roles, where they can help clients present a refined, balanced image. creating a high-end art gallery, a boutique law firm, or a relationship coaching service could also align well with libra’s skills. libra thrives in partnership-focused ventures, so building collaborative business models or co-founding a business with others can also enhance their profitability and bring a sense of harmony to their financial life.

scorpio in the 2nd house maximizes profits by tapping into their ability to handle intensity and complexity, often succeeding in fields like finance, psychology, and research. scorpio could build wealth by creating a private investigation firm, a psychotherapy practice, or a financial planning service specializing in wealth management or estate planning. they might also thrive in real estate investment, particularly with properties that need transformation, such as flipping houses or managing rental properties. scorpio may also excel in businesses related to holistic healing, offering reiki or shadow work coaching. by focusing on industries that require trust, depth, and resilience, scorpio can attract clients who value privacy and are willing to invest in transformational services.

sagittarius in the 2nd house can increase profits by embracing their love for adventure, growth, and education. they could launch a travel agency specializing in unique cultural experiences, a language learning platform, or a motivational speaking business that offers courses and workshops. sagittarius could also thrive by creating a publishing company focused on philosophical or inspirational content or starting a tour guiding business for international destinations. their enthusiasm for knowledge makes them great at teaching, so they might consider offering online courses or starting a coaching business in a field they’re passionate about. by aligning with growth-oriented ventures, sagittarius can attract an audience that values inspiration and big-picture thinking.

capricorn in the 2nd house maximizes profits through disciplined, long-term planning and a practical approach to business. they’re well-suited for businesses like a corporate consulting firm, project management agency, or investment portfolio service. capricorn could also do well in real estate development, particularly with rental properties or commercial buildings. they might find success by starting a financial advisory firm or creating a luxury goods company focused on high-end, timeless products like leather goods or fine jewelry. by aligning with industries that reward patience and professionalism, capricorn can build a solid financial foundation and enjoy steady growth, often seeing long-term success through conservative but reliable investments.

aquarius in the 2nd house can increase profits by focusing on innovation, technology, and humanitarian ventures. they might launch a tech startup, a renewable energy company, or a social media platform that prioritizes community and ethical interaction. aquarius could also find success with a nonprofit organization focused on social justice, an eco-friendly product line, or a collaborative workspace for creatives and freelancers. their futuristic mindset makes them perfect for ventures in artificial intelligence, blockchain technology, or virtual reality. by aligning their finances with progressive and forward-thinking industries, aquarius can attract clients and customers who value innovation and social impact.

pisces in the 2nd house maximizes profits by leaning into their creativity, compassion, and spirituality. they may thrive in a music or art therapy practice, a spiritual coaching business, or a holistic wellness center that offers services like yoga, meditation, and crystal healing. pisces could also succeed by creating a boutique art studio, a dream journal line, or a subscription service for wellness products like essential oils, herbal teas, and calming rituals. they’re drawn to businesses that help others heal or connect with their inner selves, so they may also find success in fields like astrology, psychic readings, or intuitive counseling. by aligning with businesses that emphasize emotional well-being and creativity, pisces can build a profitable venture that resonates deeply with clients who seek personal and spiritual growth.

[doitforbangchan]

WEATHER THE STORM - Han jisung

requested by the always lovely @jehhskz 💕 girl knows i love some hannie and gave me the perfect request 🥹🥰

Masterlist

Its pretty apparent how flipping much i love this boy in this story...i poured my heart out for this one lol

boyfriend!Han x reader (afab)

Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, unprotected p in v, kissing, fingering, kinda sub jisung, kinda dom reader, crying, cursing, a ton of pet names, soooo fluffy, jisung is down bad for reader and has a praise kink. Not proof read <3

WC: 2.9k

The clouds were rolling in rapidly, way faster than you had anticipated. The trees were shaking with the gusts of wind. You had only received the alert of the impending storm on your phone about an hour ago. After giving your weather app one last look, you sighed heavily and tossed your phone on the couch next to you.

 It wasn’t that you didn’t like the rain; you did, in fact you loved it. But, tonight was supposed to be a ladies night out with your friend. You and her had been very excited to try that new Pho place downtown and then go for drinks. You especially had been looking forward to it. 

The rain started splattering against the window, the heavy wind getting fiercer by the minute. There was no sense in getting ready for a night that wasn’t going to happen. Your friend has already canceled over an hour ago.

You thought about asking your boyfriend. He had just gotten back into town a few days ago.Jisung had been away for weeks while touring and neither of you have spent any time together. You had texted him ranting about your ruined plans and he had suggested he come over, but you would never ask him to face the storm. 

As if he knew you were thinking about him, your phone lit up with a call from ‘Sungie <3’. 

“Hey Ji, I was just thinking about you.” You answered, heart feeling heavy at having to be away from him.

“Funny enough, I’m always thinking of you, my baby.” You heard a car door slam on his end, “Your favorite kind of pho is chicken, right?” 

“Yeah, whhyyyy?” You drawled. You didn’t get an answer from him, instead you were startled when your doorbell rang. “What the fuck, you didn’t!” You hung up the phone and rushed to the door, flinging it open to find your boyfriend in all his smiling glory, with arms full with food and snacks. “Ji!” 

“Delivery for the prettiest girl in the world!” His arms were full or he would have hugged you. You took some of the stuff from his arms and stepped aside for him to enter your home. 

“What are you doing here, you crazy person?! Do you not see the insane storm that's coming in?” you chastise even though you were beaming, unable to hide your elation at seeing him in your home. You wish you knew he was coming so you could have changed out of your pjs.

“Wow there's a storm outside?” He said sarcastically, acting shocked. “I couldn’t tell.” You pushed him playfully, and he laughed. “I kinda thought that we could weather the storm together, I mean, if you want? I brought Pho from that place you wanted to try and a bunch of snacks and candy! I remember you talking about building blanket forts when you were little, so I also figured we could build one to snuggle in? I brought my string lights.” 

“Oh Ji” you wanted to cry, he was so thoughtful. He always paid the utmost attention to what you say, even absentmindedly. “This is perfect. You are perfect. Thank you my love.” You set down the bags you took from him and attacked him in a hug. 

He hugged you back just as tightly, sweeping you off the ground, “Anything for you my baby.” He set you down with a wet smooch to your forehead. You’re stuck with me until this storm is over! No girl of mine is gonna be alone with this bullshit going on outside!” You noticed he had a backpack on, those must be his clothes for a few days. As if you didn’t already have a stache of his clothes already. 

The building process was surprisingly pretty quick. Jisung had demanded you build the fort before you ate, so you can ‘eat in the ambiance and celebrate the fruits of our labor’ as he had said. You’re pretty sure the motivation came from keeping the food hot, making you both get to work. Luckily you were a blanket hoarder so you had plenty to use and pile on the floor. 

As Ji was hanging the string lights as the finishing touch you set out the food for both of you on the tray you put in the fort. He was right, it was worth the wait. It felt so magical somehow. You must have been stuck in a state of wonder for sometime because Jisung opened the side and scooted himself in, now wearing his pjs.

 “You ok there, space cadet?” He teased you, laughing when you pushed him. 

“In fact, jackass, I am more than ok.”  you set his food down in front of him while he picked something to watch on TV.  “You could even say I’m happy.” 

He chose a Ghibli movie ‘Spirited away’ (one of your favorites) then dug into his Pho. “That was my goal.” Jisung replied with his cheeks full. “I always wanna make you happy.” He said it with a shrug, as if it was no big deal. 

You were so struck with emotion at his statement, your eyes were filled with unshed tears. Here you were, with the most beautiful boy you had ever seen, sitting in a whimsical blanket fort said beautiful boy made for you, eating the food he bought and brought here for you. He braved the viscous weather for you. You couldn’t help the overflow of feelings and the tears started leaking from your eyes. What started as one tear, turned into two, turning into a full rolling stream over your cheeks. 

When you started sniffling is what finally got his attention, his head snapping over to you and he hurriedly set down his food, shuffling closer to you in panic. “What’s wrong?! Do you not like your pho?! We can switch, here take mine please don’t cry!” 

You wiped your eyes, still sniffling but smiling at his franticness, “No, it’s just that.. I love you. So much. I’m so thankful to have you. That’s all.” 

He seemed shocked at your words, his own eyes looking teary now. “Oh my baby, my lover, the apple of my eye. I love you.” He grabbed your hands in his, “ You are my inspiration. Every song I write is because of you. I see you in my dreams, and I feel you in my heart when we are apart. Every emotion I have is evoked by you. If anything, I should be thankful for you!” 

You attacked him in a tight embrace, not even trying to stop crying now. “Stooop being soooooo sappy!” you complained even though you both knew you loved it. He hugged you back just as tight, burying his face in your hair. 

It was like a release, the way both of you were able to let go of everything inside, both of you completely relaxing into each other. It was always easy to be with Jisung. You had only been together for a little over a year, but Jisung had said (you agreed) you both had to have been lovers in another life. That your fates were intertwined. He claimed it was some pact created before the dawn of time to fate you both together for eternity. Soulmates. 

You held each other until your sniffling stopped. Just taking in each other's presence. You were the first to pull away, wiping your eyes for the final tears. He gave your cheek a kiss and picked up his food, stuffing his face. You giggled at him then clicked play on the tv, and picked up your food. Thankfully it was still warm. 

The howling outside only grew stronger as the evening went on. Every so often the windows would rattle and alarm you both, but the scare only ever lasted a second. Your boyfriend had you curled into his side as you were in the middle of your second movie. The whole apartment was dark sans the string lights and the tv, it was the perfect calm to the storm outside. 

His hand was between your thighs, just keeping warm between your skin. It wasn’t a sexual act but you could feel your skin heating up at his touch anyways. You hadn’t been touched in weeks, since before he left this last time. Not even by your own hands, though it was more like whenever you try it doesn’t feel the same. Your body craves him so much you can’t get off without him so why bother.  His hand was all you could focus on; knowing he was so close to where you needed him yet he made no moves to close the distance. The man seemed to be paying attention to the movie, if his little hums of laughter was any indication. How was he supposed to know he was unintentionally making you soaking wet? Did he really not notice your silent squirming?

“Sungie” you whispered, moving your face closer to his ear. He hummed in acknowledgement. “Can I tell you something?” He hummed again, “ I’m really wet right now.” you placed a kiss to his ear and he shivered visibly. 

“You can't just say things like that!” He turned to you, his eyes wide and his cheeks red. 

“Why not?” you giggled at his reaction. “It’s true. ‘Ve been drenched since you put your hand in between my thighs.” 

He accidentally let out a groan at your dirty words, biting his lip. He turned on his side and pulled your mouth to his, his wet tongue immediately shoving itself in your mouth. His kiss was sloppy- needy even- his soft lips smothering over yours messily. Jisung had been waiting for the right moment to make a move, not wanting you to feel taken advantage of. If only he had known how bad you had wanted him, he would have been on you (and in you) sooner.

His hand that was between your thighs traveled up to your core, feeling you from the outside of your sleep shorts. You let out a whimper when his fingers deftly rubbed over your clothed slit. He stroked you there for a second while his mouth invaded your own, just letting his fingers run along the seam. When you bucked your hips into his hand he finally gave in and let his hand wander into your bottoms. He was immediately able to feel just how badly you needed him. 

“Fuck. you really are drenched, you little devil. Is it all for me?” he bit your lip in between words, his pupils dilated at the liquid he felt coming out of you. 

“Uh huh, always for my Sungie. My sweet boyfriend always makes me sooooo wet for him.” You responded, moaning when he pushed a finger inside. He was an expert with his fingers, those years of guitar coming quite in handy, so he knew exactly how to crook his digits up right into your sweet spot. “Sung, fuck, so good.” 

You brought one of your own hands down to the growing bulge in his sweats, cupping him the way he likes. Now you were both letting out little moans as you touched each other. Ji added another finger and used his thumb to rub your clit. 

“Sungiiie, wanna ride you. Pleaaassee” you tried to push him onto his back. He let you with no hesitation, removing his fingers from you. 

“Oh absolutely, baby.” He ripped his own shirt over his head then laid on his back, tugging his sweat pants down his thighs. Once his pants were down you threw your leg over his thighs, settling yourself atop his member, the precum rubbing on your folds. Ji already looked like he wanted to cum at that little contact.

 You tossed your own shirt to the floor beside you and his hands shot straight up to cup your breasts. He was panting as he rubbed on your chest, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. “Mmm always so soft, can never get enough of your soft skin.” 

You hummed, shifting your hips to rub yourself over his shaft, your arousal coating him and letting you glide over him. His mouth formed a little ‘o’ as he looked up at you through his lashes.  He was just as desperate for you as you were for him, “Lover, baby, sweetheart-please let me put it in. Need to feel you around me.” His neediness was showing hard. 

“Since you asked so nicely…” You tried your best to smirk but it came out more crooked than you hoped. You reached down underneath you to grab his member. You lifted yourself up slightly to line up his cock to your opening, and then sunk down on him inch by inch. When you had taken his whole length you threw your head back as a moan came out loudly. “F-fuck Hannie, always fill me so good.”

“Nghh y/n, oh my god. So warm around me. So fucking tight.” His eyes closed as you sat on him fully. Your boyfriend let his hands run up and down your torso with his thumbs still finding your nipples each time he went back up. 

You let yourself adjust to his thickness for a moment, before you began to roll your hips back and forth. The friction felt delicious. Every motion let you feel every ridge of him within your walls. “M-missed your cock, Sung.” 

“Missed you more, my sweets. Missed your pussy. Mmmmm missed everything about you.” One thing about your boyfriend is when he made love to you, he didn’t know how to shut the fuck up. “ m’ never leaving you again. Never leaving this pussy again. You’re gonna be stuck with me forever. Gonna have to pry you from me. Fuck!” He yelled the last part when you started bouncing on him. 

“Wan’ tha’. Wanna keep you inside forever.” You cooed at him, gaining a rhythm now. Your thighs were already burning but the pleasure out weighed the pain. You placed your hands on his chest for support, riding him like your life depended on it. 

The touches he gave you were getting rougher, fingers digging into your sides, indents of his painted nails leaving small crescents in your skin. “Oh oh please, baby, wanna fill you, wanna cum in you, please baby. M’ so good for you. Just wanna give you my love.” His hips were bucking as he got closer to his high, unable to keep himself together. 

“You are so good f’ me, Sungie. Always the best boy, making me feel so fucking good.” You took one of his hands in yours and took it off of your ribs and brought it down to your clit. “Rub it, make me cum, Sungie. Can’t cum without you.” 

Immediately he began to rub harsh circles on your bundle, his rhythm on the nub being perfect. Jisung lived to please you, he took great pride in knowing exactly how to touch you. His need for praise was too high for him to have a lack of attention. 

Your thighs began to shake as your orgasm was creeping up on you. You could tell Ji was trying to get you there, his own release about to burst. He was drooling as you looked down at him,  and his big eyes were leaking salty tears. His brown eyes were blown out, dark with intense lust for you.

“M’ gonna cum, princess, gonna cum in you. Gonna fill you up, baby.” His voice was straining as he warned you. 

“Do it, cum in me. Make me yours Ji. You deserve it.” Once you gave him permission the floodgates opened, and he let go inside of you. He was shaking and squirming under you, his hips bucking wildly. His loud whines filled the room, mixing with the howls from the wind outside, creating this beautiful symphony. Witnessing his intense pleasure and feeling his warmth fill you caused you to fly over the edge after him. Your own whimpers follow soon after. 

“Kiss me, please angel.” He begged through his teary whines. You leaned down and captured your lips with his, swallowing each other's moans. You physically couldn’t keep yourself on top of him any longer. As soon as the shocks of your orgasm subsided you fell directly on top of him, letting his arms cage you against him as you both fought to get your breath back. 

Jisung just held you against him, keeping his member inside and just embracing how warm you were. Yeah he had missed the sex, but what he missed more was the intimacy. How the both of you could sit here and just exist within each other. He really loves you more than anything, and he knows you love him just as much. He had told you time and time again you were cosmically aligned, and now more than ever, he felt how true it was. 

If there's one thing he could absolutely be certain of, it's that right here, under the fairy lights, with you close to him as you peppered his face with wet kisses, was one of the highlights of his life. 

Maybe it was a good idea to bring the little black box that hid within his bag. 

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©doitforbangchan

[ellyswsw]

What you would see on the Shaw Pack's cellphones !!

David

He barely cares what the inside of his phone looks like lowkey but it's still organized

He changes his home and lock screen occasionally (him and angel ofc)

He has an account on Pinterest and he saves so many furniture decors

Help I feel like he would have some pictures of important contracts and paperwork for potential evidence or some shit

Pictures of him flexing his muscles and working out cause Angel asked for them

And pictures of Angel he saved whenever they update him on what they're doing.

Definitely shaw pack group photos

He still keeps old photos of him with his mother, him when he was just a little boy, his mom and dad, and him with the two of them. He'd look at them when it's his dad's anniversary and just cry

His email box is so packed with proposals, sponsors, and just usual pack leader stuff (get it PACKed hahahaha okay I'll stop)

Angel

Angel's phone is definitely filled with selfies, pictures of them cuddling with David

They take goofy pictures of the pack in 0.5 I swear

Sometimes you'd see really blurry pictures that they accidentally took without knowing that they never really bothered to delete cause they're too lazy unless their phone storage is packed asf

Food pictures, so many of them

They have an Instagram account and they really like editing and designing their stories

Whenever David doesn't feel like cooking, Angel goes straight to their phone cause they have so many food delivery apps

Brands begging them to sponsor their products

Angel and David share their passwords

Let's just say they have provocative photos of them to tease David and they always save those muscle pics David sends them (it's on their private album)

Asher

Him and Baaabe really likes taking silly photos together

His phone is so cracked you'd think he has a child that's always borrowing it

Fefinitely lost his phone(s) at least 3 times

He really likes taking candid photos of Baaabe

His phone is so filled with memes and he's the type of person to always send a meme to comeback every possible message ever

Has tiktok and knows how to use gen alpha language and is a Charli's brat album boy

He likes ordering silly stuff online

He has a grocery app

Angel and him have the most screen time ever in their circle

Baaabe

Their apps are organized in groups cause they don't like swiping left and right like theres a folder for Google apps, online shops social media, etc.

They saved every freaky voicemail Asher sent to them

They really love taking pictures of the places they're in. Buildings, trees, cool interior designs, etc.

Likes listening to music, Spotify is their top most used app

Milo

Him and Sweetheart always like taking pictures together whenever there's a good spot or good lighting and he'd usually post it on Insta

Also has a Pinterest account but with outfits

So many online shopping apps just for clothes

Him and Sweetheart send each other outfits they wore whenever one of them is on a business trip

His add to cart consists of clothes, jewelry, cat toys, leashes and collar for aggro.. and adult toys

Sweetheart

I think just like Baaabe, their apps are also organized in folders.

They are barely active on social media because they think if they get into trouble while on their investigating duty, social media is the first option that's gonna be checked and they don't want that

But you'd see them on Milo's posts

Always on incognito mode

You'd always see outfit checks on their gallery before a flight or a vacation since they prepare an outfit they'd wear every day of the week in advance

They have so many hair tutorials for formal hairstyles because they need to look formal everyday at work apparently

Darlin'

Has one broken and abused phone and at least 10 burner phones

Doesn't care what their phone looks like because they don't even care abt the phone

Has no casing

Even the back is cracked

They have a password that they change every month and they tell Sam what the password is

Whenever someone in the pack they're close with needs to open their phone, they either open it themselves or tell them the password then immediately change it after and update Sam again

Every account they have has a different password which they're kinda annoyed at themself for doing that because it's hard to remember every single password

Sam

His phone still has that abstract and colorful wallpaper ever since he bought it and he hasn't cared to change it even now

Even the layout of the apps is the same

Has those millennial parent profile picture

He barely uses his phone

Doesn't know how to put up a widget

Instead of saving the actual picture, he just screenshots it

But he really loves texting his mate, and he won't easily admit it, but he gets all giddy and appreciative whenever the pack adds him to a group chat with them

[toruskiii]

Love Delivery!

Synopsis: Balancing part-time food delivery with a busy school schedule is no easy task. One day, while on a delivery, you find yourself awkwardly waiting at the door of a luxurious apartment. Suddenly, the door swings open, revealing a handsome, albeit annoyingly rich, man. Genre: Romance, fluff, slow-burn?? (modern au!) Character: Aventurine x fem!reader Warnings: Hot sassy men apocalypse, maybe this will have a part 2 or smth idk

[masterlist] [about me]

Ding!

Someone has placed an order near your set area.

You glance at the notification on your screen, just as you’re snapping a picture of the food you’ve delivered to the nice granny’s house. The elderly lady smiles politely, waiting patiently as you finish taking the photo.

“Ah, another order, young lady?” she croaks out, offering a small, grateful bow when you hand her the plastic bag of food. “Thank you so much, hoho. I’m sorry to trouble you young folks, but it’s hard for my old bones to get around, you know?” She chuckles, giving your shoulder a gentle pat.

You smile at her and shake your head, waving off her concern. "It's no problem, granny. It's my job, after all." After bidding farewell to the old lady, you put on your helmet, hop back on your bike, and accept the new order request.

Penacony's Clock Diner? Wait-

You quickly check the location set for your food delivery, confused by the address. You're all the way in Aurem Alley, and the customer wants food from Penacony? Ridiculous.

Location Set: Xianzhou Luofu.

How is this guy even able to send his request to you?

You double-check the address, noticing the system listing it as Fyxestroll Garden. What the hell? There aren’t any apartment complexes at Fyxestroll Garden!

Puzzled, you pull over to the side of the road and open the map on your phone, trying to make sense of it. Fyxestroll Garden is a well-known public park, famous for its serene walking paths and meticulously kept gardens. You can’t recall any buildings, let alone residential ones, in the area. You tap on the address again, hoping it’s a mistake or a glitch, but the coordinates remain unchanged.

Maybe it’s a new complex that just opened? you wonder. Or could it be some sort of exclusive residence hidden within the park?

Not long after, another text message pops up on your screen, and it's from the guy.

Frustration boils within you as you read the message, your temper nearing its breaking point. The blazing sun beats down mercilessly, intensifying your irritation as you stand near the dock, contemplating a plunge into the cooling waters below. How could this customer be so careless as to mess up their address, leaving you to contend with this sweltering heat and an hour-long detour?

And curse this app for its lack of a proper cancellation feature!

With a frustrated groan, you glance at the text, feeling the resistance of your bike's wheels grow heavier as you open the GPS. You're tempted to unleash a torrent of curses at the customer for exploiting some loophole in the app, forcing you to exert yourself just to deliver his order. He better be prepared to tip generously for this inconvenience.

To reach Penacony, your best bet is to take the Astral Express train— a mode of transportation you've used before but disliked immensely. The erratic jumps and occasional turbulence make for a nerve-wracking journey. And that conductor… Was it just fatigue playing tricks on your mind, or did they really have bunny ears…?

You sigh heavily as you enter the station, swiping your pass before parking your bike and leaning against it. Your gaze drifts to the TV hanging on the wall, checking the schedule to see when the train will arrive. Fifteen minutes? Well, there's no escaping it now…

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You feel like hurling yourself into outer space.

Not only did the restaurant forget to prepare the order, but you're also stuck in a conversation with one of the servers who insists on cracking the most cringeworthy jokes.

"There's no such thing as a bad joke, only lousy comedians who can't deliver them!" the server— Jay, apparently. boasts. Doesn't this guy have other customers to attend to? Good grief. You're tempted to point out that he's no better than those lousy comedians, but you're not that mean— and you definitely don't want to risk losing your job.

"Order number 38! One sarmale and one classic soulglad!" a worker calls out, providing a convenient distraction as you hastily grabbed the food and rush over to your bike— just in time for your phone to start chiming with multiple notifications.

Fuming with frustration, you run a hand through your hair, pedaling away as fast as your legs can carry you to the designated location. One hand grips the handlebars tightly while the other clutches your phone, fingers jabbing at the screen as you send panicked voicemails to the careless customer.

"I'm on my way! I'll be there soon!" you breathe out, your voice strained with urgency, weaving through traffic with reckless abandon. You're so preoccupied that you didn't even bother with your helmet, leaving it hanging on the basket of your bike as you speed along. The wind rushes past you, whipping your hair back as you scream into your phone.

"I'm practically flying to your place. Just hold on!" you seethe, narrowly avoiding collisions with other vehicles. You swear you catch a glimpse of a pair of blue-haired siblings shooting you a skeptical glance as you whiz by. No one's going to meet their demise on my watch.

(Maybe a few might with the way you're on the verge of causing car crashes.)

With determination fueling every pedal, you push yourself to the limit, determined to reach the customer's location before they decide to relocate to another universe altogether.

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Upon stepping into the lounge of the apartment complex, you stand there, utterly flabbergasted.

The sight before you is nothing short of opulent. Everyone here is dressed to the nines in fancy attire, oozing sophistication and wealth. I mean, what did you expect? That the guy who ordered the food would settle for anything less than extravagance? 1800 credits for a soda?

But even knowing that, you weren't prepared for the sheer luxury of it all. Marble floors greet you the moment you enter, with plush velvet red sofas arranged in elegant clusters at every corner. The vases of plants adorning the marble countertops probably cost more than your entire monthly rent.

The sprawling expanse of rooms lining the halls seems to stretch on endlessly, giving you the impression that you've stumbled into a palace rather than an apartment complex. You can't help but feel like a humble peasant as you approach the lobby manager, your attire— a mishmash of sweaty clothes and a random jacket—paling in comparison to the impeccably tailored suits of the residents. Are you checking into an apartment or a castle?

What catches you off guard is the realization that most of the people milling about in this opulent setting are students. Students! You recognize familiar faces in the crowd— classmates from the same campus you attend.

"Hello, I'm here to deliver an order for room number ███," you murmur to the manager, noting the slight stress in her demeanor as she punches in the room number to confirm the request. Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise when she directs you to the Platinum room.

The Platinum room? Your mind races with questions as you make your way through the halls, the extravagant surroundings only adding to your bewilderment. What kind of student lives in the Platinum room of an apartment complex like this?

Here you stand, face to face with the imposing wooden door adorned with intricate golden trimmings, feeling as though your bank account is slowly draining with each passing moment. You raise a hand to knock, furrowing your brows in confusion when there's no immediate answer.

"Hey, it's me. I'm here to deliver your food," you call out, giving the door another firm knock. Still, there's no response. Seriously?

Technically, you could just leave the food at his door and be done with it. But something about the luxuriousness of this apartment complex makes you hesitate. It wouldn't reflect well on you to simply abandon the delivery outside, especially in such an upscale setting. (You internally roll your eyes at the absurdity of it all.)

As the door finally creaks open, you're poised to unleash the most scathing side-eye you can muster— ready to give this guy a piece of your mind for keeping you waiting (and running). But as your gaze meets his, you freeze.

You'd seen his profile picture on the app before, but you'd doubted that a man so devastatingly handsome could possibly exist in real life. You'd convinced yourself that it was probably some sort of prank or scam, someone using a fake photo to lure in unsuspecting victims.

But now, standing before you, is a man who defies all logic. His golden, tousled locks frame a face so strikingly beautiful it steals your breath away. His eyes— oh, those eyes— they're like pools of sapphire surrounded by a halo of lavender. You feel your cheeks flush hot with embarrassment as you struggle to find your voice, your words caught in your throat like a lump of lead.

He gazes back at you, those mesmerizing eyes flickering with mild curiosity as he tilts his head inquisitively. "Hm? Ah, it's you," he says, breaking the spell of silence that had enveloped you. But you can hardly hear him over the thunderous pounding of your heart, which seems to be screaming one thing over and over again: He's even more breathtaking in person.

You mentally slap yourself, shaking off the remnants of your daze as you stumble over your words, handing him his bag of food with trembling hands. "R-right, sorry to keep you waiting. Here's your food, sir," you manage to stutter out, inwardly cursing yourself for apologizing. Why am I apologizing? He's the one who's in the wrong here!

He lets out a soft chuckle, and you swear the sun must be finding its way to shine through the walls of the complex as your ears burn at the mere sound of his laugh. It's so calming, so captivating, that you feel like you're floating in a dream.

"No, no. Don't apologize. It's my fault for entering the wrong address," he reassures you, his voice smooth as silk. His fingers brush over yours as he reaches for his food, sending an electric shock through your entire body at the brief contact. You can't help but notice how his gaze softens as he opens the plastic bag to check the contents, a small hum of satisfaction escaping his lips at the sight of the still-warm food. You decide not to question it— perhaps he's just feeling a bit homesick.

You continue to awkwardly stand there, your hands fidgeting nervously in your pockets as you struggle to find something to say. "So, uh, your total is 6500 credits, sir," you finally manage to blurt out, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up your neck.

He blinks in mild surprise, a small "ah" escaping his lips before he nods, disappearing momentarily back into his apartment. He returns a moment later, wallet in hand, a mischievous smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Since I've troubled you so much, how much do you want me to pay you back with, hm?" he teases, his tone playful.

You stare at him, your mouth hanging open in disbelief. Well, he did put you through quite a bit of trouble, making you trek all over town just to deliver two measly items. But still, the thought of asking for more money makes you feel incredibly awkward and embarrassed. "No, that…that won't be necessary," you choke out, feeling your palms grow sweaty with nervousness. "There's no need—"

"I insist," he interrupts, his tone firm yet strangely charming.

Well, damn. You're caught between feeling grateful for his generosity and feeling utterly mortified at the prospect of asking for more payment. But with his insistence ringing in your ears, you find yourself reluctantly nodding in agreement, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"1000 credits is fine," you mumble, feeling a pang of guilt at the thought of asking for more money.

"Just 1000?" he repeats, narrowing his eyes at you with a slight frown. "That's quite low, considering the trouble I've put you through," he adds, his fingers skimming through his wallet in search of more credits.

As he rummages through his wallet, you can't help but notice his student card peeking out from among the bills. Your lips part in shock as you realize he's a student at the IPC—yeah, he's definitely rich. You should have haggled for more money.

"Are— do you major in accounting…?" you blurt out before you can stop yourself, your eyes darting to his card. He hums in response, shaking his head. "Nah, fashion. I can't count."

The two of you maintain eye contact for a few moments, and you find yourself staring at him dumbly while he gives you a cat-like grin.

"Did you actually buy that? I'm joking. I major in both finance and accounting."

You can't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at his flippant attitude. This man radiates fuck-boy energy, and you're starting to have second thoughts. Does he get a pass because of his looks, or is it because of his looks that he gets a pass?

"Oh," is all you can manage to answer as he hands you a random stack of credits.

You stare dumbfounded at his outstretched hand, uncertainty flickering in your eyes as you glance back and forth between the stash of credits and his gaze. "Huh? How much is this?" you inquire, still hesitant to accept the payment.

"Does it really matter?" he scoffs, nudging you playfully. "1000 credits is way too little, and I don't like scamming people. I don't stoop that low," he chuckles, his tone light despite the seriousness of the situation. When you don't budge, he feels a twitch in his eye before suddenly grabbing your jacket and tugging at your pockets, causing you to let out a startled yelp. "Hey! What the hell—"

Ignoring your protest, he shoves the credits inside your pocket with lazy nonchalance, letting out a whistle of satisfaction before releasing his hold. "There. Now just think of it as you were robbed in reverse," he quips, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"That's not helping!"

"It's not like your boss or whoever's in charge of the app will check your pockets, right? I'm just giving you tips, there's nothing wrong with that," he shrugs, struggling to hold back a snort at how visibly annoyed you look. If this were any other person, like an 'actual' adult or man, he'd brush it off and just toss a random wad of tips your way before politely closing the door. Maybe he'd pause for a pretty lady— well, you are a pretty lady.

But he can tell you're a student, just like him, probably working your ass off just to make ends meet. Hey, he doesn't judge. Plus, it's kind of fun to tease people occasionally, and you remind him of another acquaintance of his who's majoring in medicine.

"So, anything else?" he murmurs, leaning casually against the doorframe, a small smirk playing on his lips.

You can't help but feel a mix of irritation and amusement at his nonchalant attitude. "No, that's it," you reply tersely, your voice tinged with annoyance. You can't wait to get out of here and put this bizarre encounter behind you.

He nods in acknowledgment, his smirk widening ever so slightly. "Alright then. Take care, pretty," he says, offering you a lazy wave before shutting the door gently behind him.

As you make your way back to your bike, you can't help but replay the encounter in your mind, wondering just what the hell just happened. This guy is definitely one of a kind, that's for sure.

As you swiftly exit the complex and pedal back to the train station, a dull headache begins to gnaw at your temples. You have other pending orders waiting for you back in Luofu, and the thought of having to navigate through the city once more only adds to your growing exhaustion. Yet, amidst the fatigue, a small swell of warmth tugs at your heart at the thought of not getting his number.

Sure, he provided his contact information when he placed the order, but with a guy like him, you're almost certain it's just his business line or something equally impersonal. Besides, it would feel a bit creepy to text him out of the blue. What would you even say?

'Hey, I thought you were cute after making me run laps around the city and deal with an annoying server, hmu?'

No way, that's beyond pathetic. Plus, you'd risk losing face.

Lost in your thoughts, you arrive back at the train station, your hands absentmindedly reaching up to touch your flushed cheeks, still tingling from the encounter. He's undeniably attractive, and you can't shake the nagging feeling that he probably already has a girlfriend— or several. Besides, you should be focusing on your studies, not getting involved with some rich fuck boy.

Ding!

Huh?

You're snapped out of your reverie by the sound of a notification chiming on your phone. With a curious frown, you unlock your device to see what it is.

Your heart leaps into your throat as you read the notification, your eyes widening in disbelief. What the hell is wrong with this guy? 10,000 credits? Is he insane?

With trembling hands, you quickly fish out the money he gave you from your pockets, counting through the stack under your breath to keep your panic in check. "6, 7, 8… 9…" you mutter, your voice barely above a whisper as you realize he gave you thrice the amount needed.

Your fingers tap frantically on your phone screen as you type out a response, your words rushed and panicked. "Dude, you gave me thrice the amount needed already—stop."

As you stare at the screen, your mind reels with disbelief. He just willingly gave you his phone number— and he thinks you're cute?

It's a little funny, in a surreal sort of way, that the entire conversation is still ongoing within the food service app. Here you are, exchanging private messages with each other despite the platform's intended purpose.

You gulp, feeling the heat rise to the tips of your ears. Your brows knit together in a mixture of disbelief and slight annoyance, the memory of the earlier encounter still fresh in your mind. After all, he did put you through quite a bit of trouble with that address mix-up.

Should you add him?

"…"

You're caught off guard as a strong gust of wind rushes past you, fluttering your hair in its wake as the Astral Express train arrives. The station immediately becomes crowded, and you struggle to maneuver your bike into the passenger compartment as people squeeze past you. Finally, you manage to park your bike and squeeze yourself into an empty corner to avoid blocking anyone.

As everyone settles into their seats and grips the handles, the doors of the train shut, and the conductor announces the next stop. You let out a sigh, knowing it'll be another 20 or so stops before you reach Luofu…

Glancing back at your phone, your fingers tap onto it mindlessly, the cabin now quiet save for the occasional cries of children or chatter between friends.

Your gaze softens as a new notification pops up.

Aventurine (loser of a customer) is now saved into your contacts.

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Ding!

"Good evening to you again, pretty delivery lady."

[fuck-customers]

Customer: 1234 Lambston Avenue

Me: *checking note in red on file that says to confirm if LAMBston or LAMPston* Okay, and can you spell that for me, please?

Customer: 1...2....3...4... Lampston Avenue.

Me: Right, and can you spell the street name, Lambston for me, please?

Customer: *now annoyed* 1234 LAMPSTON AVENUE!!!!

1. I'm in a call center, at the headquarters office building, which isn't even in the same city you are. We take calls from THE ENTIRE COUNTRY! Shouting the street name at me is NOT going to magically make me know which way to spell it.

2. Do you know how close Lambston and Lampston sound on the phone? Especially with your crackily-ass bad connection? Phone a friend and say ANY of these letters: BCDEGPTV

There's a phonetic alphabet for a reason!

3. With this note on the file, this means you've had to confirm the street address EVERY TIME you call in. You should a) know how this goes and b) be able to do it correctly

4. If you get this annoyed at someone trying to confirm your delivery address (as in, you called specifically because YOU want US to send you food), why not use the app or website to place your order, instead?

I HATE customers some days. 🙄

Posted by admin Rodney

[petersasteria]

ordinary things (feat. nonna) - Daesung/D-Lite

Pairing: non idol!daesung x reader Summary: enjoying simple things in life is quite romantic

☆*: .｡. eternal sunshine masterlist .｡.:*☆

"No matter what we do there's never gonna be an ordinary thing. No ordinary things with you. It's funny, but it's true. There's never gonna be an ordinary thing as long as I'm with you."

Marriage isn't about exciting stuff. It's about finding excitement in mundane, everyday things. That's how your marriage is with Daesung.

Eating in silence.

Going grocery shopping.

Working on your laptops.

Having coffee at a nearby cafe.

Reading a book on the couch next to each other.

Ordering take-out from the delivery app.

Going to regular check ups.

Many "ordinary things" are always spent with each other and you wouldn't have it any other way. You liked the peace it brings and he makes it fun for the both of you. He always makes you laugh and you always make him feel giddy inside.

You cooked him his favorite food for dinner and by the time he arrived from work, everything was ready. He gave you a kiss on the cheek before he sat down on his usual seat. You sat down adjacent from him and both of you began eating.

"How was work?" You asked.

"It's alright. I might get promoted soon. I don't mind, but I'm happy where I am now. I just got promoted last year and I haven't really gotten used to my new position yet and they want me to get promoted." Daesung shared, and you nodded. "How're you? How's your day?"

"I cleaned the house and I did the laundry. Oh, and guess what?" You said excitedly, causing Daesung to smile.

"What?"

"I finally got off that stain on your shirt!! It's like it was never there!" You squealed in excitement. Daesung grinned, "That's amazing! I wish I was there to see it."

"I missed you today. It was lonely here." You pouted. Daesung held your hand and both of you continued eating.

Both of you finished eating, cleaned up the kitchen, and got ready for bed. You both did your skincare routine and by the time that was finished, both of you laid down on your shared bed.

"Hey, Dae?"

"Hm?"

"If you could experience something again for the first time, what would you want to experience?" You asked softly.

"That's easy. I want to experience the first time I fell in love with you. Although, I experience that every single day when I'm with you." He said sweetly and pulled you closer. You blushed as he peppered kisses all over your face.

"I love you, Dae."

"I love you most, Y/N. I really like doing stuff with you, whether it's doing taxes or laundry. I love it because it's you I'm doing it with."

You looked at him and smiled, "I hope we keep doing that until our next life."

"I promise you, we will. I'll look for you and we'll build a life together doing the most ordinary things."

"You swear?"

"I swear."

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[yeoosaangg]

៹ ANIMALS || KINKTOBER ─ DAY 2

➛ PAIRING:: JEONG YUNHO × FEM!READER

➛ NOW PLAYING:: ANIMALS — MAROON 5

⤷ ❝I CUT YOU OUT ENTIRELY, BUT I GET SO HIGH WHEN I'M INSIDE YOU.❞

➛ GENRE:: EXES TO LOVERS, IDOL!AU, SMUT

➛ WARNINGS:: PET PLAY, BREEDING KINK, COLLARING, DEGRADATION, FINGERING, GAGGING, OVERSTIMULATION, PRAISE, SIXTY-NINE, SQUIRTING, THIGH RIDING, THROAT FUCKING

── ⋆ ⋆ ── 𔘓 ── ⋆ ⋆ ──

Be an idol, they said. It'll be fun, they said.

They fucking lied.

Your legs are aching, your back's gonna give out, and your lungs are gonna collapse. This feels like torture.

CHOREOGRAPHER: You did a great job today, Y/n. We can finish the rest tomorrow.

You internally celebrate. You were so close to throwing yourself off the company building any second now if you stayed any longer.

The choreographer packs her things and leaves before you get the chance to even move towards your belongings.

You scroll through your food delivery app to see what you'd have for dinner. Maybe you'll just settle for a sandwich at home.

You grab your things and head out the door, only to bump into a hard chest. You apologize and bow to them, freezing when you look up at the familiar face.

Your ex-boyfriend, Jeong Yunho.

Y/N: Did you need the studio? I was just leaving.

YUNHO: No!

You raise an eyebrow at his tone, making him slightly flinch. And horny.

YUNHO: Sorry. I didn't come here to practice, I came here to talk to you.

Y/N: We have nothing to talk about.

YUNHO: Please?

You sigh at the sight of his pleading eyes. Despite the break up being six months ago, it still feels fresh. But he’s your weakness, so you invite him in.

You lock the door to avoid anyone from walking in and hearing your private conversation. Last time that happened was humiliating — for both of you.

You turn around and widen your eyes. Yunho was sat back on his knees and looked up at you with tears in his eyes, bottom lip trembling.

YUNHO: I am so sorry for handling our break up in the worst way possible. Just, please, don't hate me.

Y/N: I don't hate you, Yunho. It just really hurt me.

YUNHO: I know. And I'm so fucking sorry.

Y/N: Anything else?

YUNHO: I've tried to find a new mistress.

Oh...

You didn't expect that to hurt so much.

Y/N: How'd it go?

YUNHO: I don't know. I never showed up.

Y/N: That's very mean.

Yunho crawls to you and latches onto your leg. You pat his head, feeling him preen at your touch.

Still so pliant.

YUNHO: I don't want anyone that's not you, Mistress.

Fuck.

Y/N: Let go of me, Yunho.

He whines and shakes his head. He stands up and pulls you to the desk in the corner. He takes your things and sets them underneath so it doesn't get in your way.

He plugs his phone into the speakers and puts on a random playlist, making sure the music is loud but not enough to drown your voices out.

He walks back to you and straddles your lap. For someone so lean and tall, he looks so small and precious like this.

YUNHO: Don’t you miss me, Mistress? Because I’ve missed you. Only you can make me feel good.

You never truly noticed the effect you had on him until now.

It's unbelievable to witness.

You've corrupted Yunho, molded him into the perfect little pup for you. You've made him completely obsessed with you and the way you make him feel to the point he’s begging for you to fuck him.

He’s such a good boy — YOUR good boy.

Y/N: You've gotten so corrupt, darling.

YUNHO: Mistress made me this way. I was pure before I met you. And now that I've had you, I can't go back. Just thinking about you makes me feel so desperate and needy.

You feel yourself wanting to give in, to take him back and love all of him.

Y/N: Oh, puppy. I've turned such a sweet, innocent boy into a dumb whore that begs to be played with. Is that what you want?

YUNHO: Yes. Want you to play with me so bad.

Y/N: Show me how much, pup. Get naked for me.

It was cute watching him scramble to take his clothes off. He was so needy, he struggled to discard his shirt.

YUNHO: Mistress, please help me.

His whiny voice makes you chuckle. You help remove the article of clothing from his beautiful body, peppering kisses all over his face.

Y/N: Be a good boy and ride my thigh.

Yunho climbs onto your leg and does as he’s told. He captures your lips into a desperate kiss and grinds his hips down. You take hold of his cock and stroke him slowly.

YUNHO: Feels so good, Mistress. Missed your touch.

He pumps his hips to increase the rhythm of your hand, already close to an orgasm.

YUNHO: Please, please! Wanna come.

Y/N: Go ahead, puppy, come for me.

He whimpers so loud, moaning into your mouth as his seed coats your abdomen.

Y/N: Such a good boy. Came just for me.

YUNHO: All for you.

You run your fingers through his hair, kissing him deeply. His moans get lost in the back of your throat as he takes a breather.

Y/N: Lie down and stick your tongue out, pet.

He does as told and feels his cock twitch in anticipation. You discard your own clothes and kneel above his face. The sight of your dripping cunt makes Yunho moan.

You lower yourself onto his hot tongue, feeling him immediately latch onto your throbbing clit. You gasp, grinding on his face.

His tongue enters your begging hole, eliciting a pornographic moan from you. You grab his cock and lick his leaking tip, making him squirm.

Y/N: Patience, mutt. Or else I'll punish you.

You smack his thigh and tut at him.

YUNHO: M'sorry.

Such a good boy, indeed.

You decide to give him what he wants and wrap your mouth on his throbbing tip, bobbing your head up and down his fat, juicy cock.

He moans against your clit, the vibration making you choke on his cock.

You give his thighs a squeeze, signaling to fuck up into your mouth. He shoves two fingers into your pussy and thrusts his hips upward.

His moans resonate all over the room, his fingers working magic to your soaking cunt. You barely even registered the music playing in the background from how loud he is.

YUNHO: Gonna come down your throat. Can I, Mistress? Wanna come for you.

Poor, desperate puppy.

It's not like you can answer, so you tap his thighs to let him know he can come. You feel it shoot towards the back of your throat, so you swallow what you can while the rest spills from the sides of your mouth.

He sucks on your clit while pumping his fingers as you squirt on his face. He licks up and down your folds, not wasting a single drop of your delicious juices.

You climb off and coo at him. His face was glistening in your essence. You missed seeing him like this.

Y/N: On all fours, pup.

He does as told, but you guide him so he's facing the mirror.

Y/N: Watch yourself as I play with your hole. No looking away or I'll punish you.

YUNHO: M'good boy, promise.

You smile and spread his ass cheeks open. You give him a few kitten licks, feeling him shudder at the feeling. Then you rim his hole with your tongue, hearing him moan.

You look at him through the mirror and wink at him. He whines, wiggling his ass against your hot tongue. You scoff, pulling away to spank him twice.

Y/N: Whore, wanting my fingers in you so bad. I gotta take it slow, I have no lube.

YUNHO: M-My bag.

Of course he'd come prepared.

You kiss his hip and search through his bag. You smile at the sight of his puppy gifts. You place them all next to his head. His eyes shine at the tail plug in your hands.

Y/N: So sure I'd fuck you, hm?

YUNHO: Mhm.

God, he's done it again. He has you wrapped around his finger, and he knows it. But you don't mind.

You take the puppy ears and clip them onto his hair.

Y/N: Pretty puppy.

You eye his collar, knowing how much it meant to him when you first gave it to him. It has your initials branded onto the leather strap — a clear sign that he’s yours.

You carefully wrap it around his neck and plant kisses all over his face.

YUNHO: Does this mean you’ll take me back, Mistress?

Y/N: Yes, my beautiful pup. Never leave me again. I won't be able to handle it.

YUNHO: Never! Will forever stay with you, Mistress. Promise.

You leave gentle kisses along his neck as you coat your fingers in lube. You slowly push a finger into his needy hole, watching him struggle to keep his eyes open.

Y/N: Eyes open, pup. Watch me stretch you open.

He rapidly blinks, moaning as your finger goes in and out of his hole.

YUNHO: Mistress, more. Please give me more.

Y/N: More what, pup?

YUNHO: More fingies.

How cute, he's starting to slip further into his head space.

Y/N: Of course, darling.

He moans when you suddenly add two more fingers inside him, eyes rolling back into his head while shaking in pleasure. He giggles, mouth hanging open as he watches you fuck your fingers into his pretty hole.

You steady his hips with your free hand, brutally pumping your fingers in him. Drool coats his chin while his eyes lock with yours through the mirror.

Your free hand travels down and starts pumping his aching cock. He moans while desperately bucking into your hand. The movement allows him to fuck himself into your fingers and arch his back.

He was reduced to nothing but a whimpering and drooling mutt. This is when you found him most beautiful — all fucked out just for you.

He whines in frustration trying to say something but he's too deep in puppy space to speak properly.

Y/N: Gonna come, pup?

He rapidly nods, squirming as strings of his cum coats the practice floor.

Y/N: Good boy.

He hums, giving you a tired smile. You pull your fingers out slowly and hear him whimper at the loss of contact.

Y/N: Ready for your tail, darling?

Yunho nods while wiggling his ass to show that he wants it despite how wrecked his hole already feels. You add lube onto the plug, just so it can slide easier into your puppy.

He giggles as it slides in with ease. His hole swallows around the base of the plug, making him moan in satisfaction.

Y/N: Such a pretty pup. MY pup.

Yunho rolls onto his back, mindlessly rubbing at his erect nipples. You push his hands away, silently ordering him to keep them at his sides.

You take in his left nipple and bite down as much as he could take. His back arches off the floor, willing himself to not touch you unless you said so.

You cover his skin with hickeys and relish in the way he whines. It doesn't matter if the makeup artists have to cover them, he’s yours to claim.

Y/N: You’ve been such a good boy for me, puppy. So I’m going to give you a reward. This is something you've been wanting before we split.

Yunho looks at you with curious eyes. He didn't bring a strap-on with him, so he wonders what you have in mind.

You position yourself on all fours and lay your face on the floor, your hands behind your back as you wiggle your ass in the air.

Yunho’s eyes get super wide — is this really happening?

Y/N: Show me how much you've missed me, hm? Fill me up with your cum, pet.

Your words made Yunho let out a pornographic mewl. He's always been the one getting stuffed with your strap. He loves it, don't get him wrong, but he's always wanted to fuck you.

He crawls over to you and pushes your face deeper against the floor using his weight.

Y/N: That's it, darling. Fuck me like the mutt that you are.

Yunho growls and shoves his cock into your welcoming cunt. He's never felt such warmth and wetness before. This felt so euphoric, he almost came just from entering you.

He doesn't let you adjust to his huge girth, fucking into your pussy with an animalistic pace. One hand holds your wrists together while the other digs into your hips.

His cock is stretching you out so painfully good, you start screaming his name over and over again.

Despite getting fucked from behind, you manage to stare up at him with a dominant gaze. He loves that you still have control over him even when he's fucking you this way.

He leans his hips forward, hitting your sweet spot at a rapid pace.

Y/N: That’s it, puppy, use me like the whore I am. Give me your pups.

Yunho growls while slamming into your sticky cunt, strokes so desperate and rough. He moves his hand off your hip to rub your clit. He’s going to breed you, just like you asked for.

Y/N: I’m coming!

He can feel you squirt all over his thick cock, juices dripping down your thighs while he fucks you into overstimulation. His thrusts become sloppy, deep inside your womb.

He gets lost in fucking his cum deep into you, so you have to reel him back in.

Y/N: Pull out, darling. We should be mindful of our surroundings.

Yunho's still non-verbal, but he nods his head so you know he understands. He slowly pulls out and watches his cum drip out of your soaking pussy.

The experience was so surreal, he wonders if he’ll ever get to fuck you like this again.

Y/N: How about we go home so we can properly talk about our relationship. Does that sound like a good idea, baby?

Yunho nods while his chest fills with warmth. He’s happy to have you back in his life; now he’ll never let you go.

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➠ a/n: okay, so... i might have gotten carried away here. but i'm not sorry, tbh. thanks for reading ‹𝟹

[ridiasfangirlings]

Hi ridia San

Yata gets a part time job as a door dasher and Fushimi suddenly has a need to order food. (Yata gets instructions to come through the window)

Thank you 😊

This is funnier if it’s pre-S1, imagine Fushimi ordering food all the time just to screw with Yata similar to how he does in the Lonely New Years drama CD (including ordering a ton of vegetable dishes that he won’t eat, which is why Yata doesn’t realize it’s him immediately). Like Fushimi happens to notice that Misaki has a new part time job, Yata has started doing food delivery on his skateboard. Yata’s been having pretty good luck with it too, people like the novelty of him delivering it without a car and it allows him to often get to his customers faster because he can easily bypass traffic. Of course this means Fushimi is suddenly hungry and too lazy to get up and buy something and therefore he must use the overpriced delivery app, no choice. Maybe the app also assigns you a courier based on location and since S4 is a government building most people in cars wouldn’t even be able to get close enough to deliver food…but their single skateboard courier can, and that’s just who Fushimi gets assigned to deliver his food. Since he’s ordering he may as well order a lot so imagine he just keeps adding food to his order, like Yata will leave one restaurant and get a notice that his customer edited the order to add food from another restaurant that just so happens to be across town. If he declines the order now Yata will have to pay for the undelivered food himself so Yata has no choice but to drag himself all over the city picking up food, wondering what kind of stupid party this asshole is having. 

Finally Yata’s able to deliver the food and just imagine him pulling up outside of Scepter 4, he didn’t actually realize that the address he had was for this building. Now Yata’s really tempted to just dump the food at the gate and go, but the instructions on the app were clear that it needed to be delivered to a window…wait…it said to climb up the window. Yata’s already swearing as he tries scaling a tree with all this food strapped to his back, wondering what asshole Blue ordered this much food at this time of night and expected him to climb a tree just to deliver it. As soon as he finally gets to the open window Yata realizes that in retrospect he probably should’ve known which asshole Blue it was the second he got to the gate, as Fushimi is sitting there in his room with a wide grin as he says Yata is ten minutes late, that means no tip.

[dpr-stay]

Super-Fan | MV33

Max Verstappen x Badminton Player!Reader

No Warnings except a few swears

WC: ~4.5k

Oh boy, i love writing unserious fics about fully grown men like they’re awkward teenagers! They're just funny fellas your honour! Also can you tell I like writing dialogue?

Didn't edit and the writing style changed like six times, sorry!

The life of a professional badminton player can be described as a war between two factors: bankruptcy and passion. Well, less passion and more talent, to be completely fair. It didn’t matter if you had passion if you didn’t have any talent. The reason for this being it was virtually impossible to make any money as a professional badminton player unless you won tournaments or were able to take on thousands of brand deals. 

Now, as a player with a considerable amount of talent but a huge lack of money, you had two options. You could either win more tournaments or take on thousands more brand deals. Of course, considering you were winning as many tournaments as you can, you had to choose the second option.

This meant you had taken brand deals with clothing brands, food delivery apps, animal shelters. In a time of desperation when you couldn’t even afford a coach you had even taken an opportunity to be an ambassador for a garbage collection agency, riding around on a garbage truck for a few days. 

All of these deals meant you were moderately well known by the general public but incredibly well known in the small world of professional badminton players. Not only because of your brand deals though, but also your incredibly quick rise to being first place in many professional tournaments, even earning an Olympic Gold Medal for your country. 

However, you still had to take on more brand deals. So, when your rich cousin came knocking on your door with a proposal to film a video for his F1 team about teaching him how to play badminton and you how to drive, you of course said yes. 

I mean, who the hell would say no to Mercedes? 

This is of course all build up to your current situation. Sitting in a badminton hall, which was full of people with cameras and various filming equipment, with your cousin sitting across from you in a chair. One of those fancy fold out chairs, you know, that should say director on the back.

You weren’t exactly sure how you were going to teach a professional driver how to be competent at playing badminton enough to where he’s good enough competition just as you weren’t actually sure how you were supposed to learn to drive in around an hour. 

But that was a problem for future you, you thought as the camera men gave thumbs-up and George turned to the camera, PR face on.

“Hello everybody. I’m sure you’re wondering who I’m joined by and the answer to that is the most recent gold medalist for women’s singles badminton! Otherwise known as my cousin.” Ignoring the slight tease, you held up two thumbs up and smiled, albeit awkwardly, at the camera.

“Today I am hopefully going to become a pro badminton player.” He said and then turned to you. You both made eye contact and he signaled by moving his eyes for you to say something. You turned to the camera and clapped your hands together.

“And I’ll hopefully learn to drive and get my license.” You finished with a closed mouthed smile.  

“Wait… you don’t have your license?” George asked and you turned back to him. Now aware of his shocked face, you slowly turned back to make eye-contact with the camera.

“No.” You slowly said. His large hand gently came into contact with your shoulder.

“You’re twenty five years old and you can’t drive?” He asked incredulously, you turning your head to now make eye contact with him.

“I’m a badminton player!” You tried to excuse, gesturing out with your hands and he shook his head, his mouth slightly open. His expression prompted you to try and explain.

“I can drive! Like I promise I can, I just don’t.” You tried to save, glancing between the camera and George.

“Yeah, because you don’t have a license!” He said, throwing his hands out, a grin threatening to spread across his face.

“I can leave. I can leave right now and cancel this whole thing.” You threatened, pointing down to the ground with what you hoped came across as power. George took a second to respond, steeling himself from laughing.

“How exactly would you leave?” He said, beginning to laugh. Your expression instantly changed into a stone cold one in response to his joke and you turned to the camera with a fed-up look on your face.

“Do you want a badminton lesson or not, you bastard?” You questioned him and he finally relented. 

“Fine, fine. Shall we start?” He said and you nodded. After the cameras cut you both were quickly praised for how well you get along and your entertainment value before quickly being ushered onto a badminton court and handed rackets. The director quickly counted down before the lights turned on and the camera started recording. 

George turned to you.

“We haven’t been given much direction so you’re just going to have to start teaching and hope it works out.” He smiled and you shot back a smile filled with as much joy as you were feeling.

“We haven’t been given any direction, so we’ll just get this out of the way. You know how to hold a racket, no?” You asked and George smiled guiltily.

“Maybe.” He shrugged, letting the racket drop from his grasp as he brought it up and clatter to the floor. You sighed and picked up the racket before giving it back to him.

“This is going to take a while.”

After roughly 45 minutes of the camera capturing you both making jokes and doing little Jim-from-the-office-esque cut away’s to look at the camera (and teaching George how to play badminton), George was ready to play a match.

You ducked under the net onto the other side of the court and held up the shuttle.

“I’ll take it easy on you, yeah? Can’t have you giving up the racket already.” 

“Nah, I’ll be able to take it.” He dismissed, showing a smirk and waving his hands around. You deadpanned him.

“I think we should at least do one practice match.” He blew out air from his mouth in a mocking gesture and scrunched up his face.

“Nope! Do your worst, I’m sure I'll be able to beat you.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Or at least get a few points.” You tilted your head in question. He narrowed his eyebrows and sighed before admitting.

“I want to teach you to be able to drive.” You ‘ahh-ed’ and nodded before raising the shuttle again and nodding at him. He nodded back and you dropped the shuttle and hit it as a singles serve. George quickly moved closer to the net before gently hitting it over to you.

You, bearing in mind that he told you to do your worst, advanced quickly in footwork you’d practiced for over twenty-two years to quickly smash it straight onto the floor within bounds. 

You made eye-contact with George through the net and saw him visibly gulp. You, then, turned to the camera and gave it a thumbs up before turning back and reaching under the net to scoop up the shuttle. 

“I feel as though I’ve made a mistake.” He said and you huffed out a laugh.

“You asked an olympic gold level athlete to beat you at their game, it’s not going to go in your favour.” You fixed him an incredulous look and he just accepted what you said with a raised hand.

The game continued on, George not doing any better and you only continuing to prove your prowess at your sport. The ways in which George lost became increasingly more difficult to watch as the game went on, staff behind the camera having to muffle their laughs into their sleeves as George flailed around trying to return your hits.

It was down to the last serve of the match (score 20:0) and you geared up to do a fancy serve, aiming to land it just in the boundary line in order to make George run over to get it. Just as you released the shuttle, the door to the entrance of the gym slammed open, making both of you turn your heads to look at the intruder.

Max Verstappen was standing, still in shock, as he took in the sight of the Mercedes camera crew with many cameras pointed his way and the two players in front of him. He blinked as though coming out of a daze before awkwardly laughing.

“You alright mate?” George asked, focused on the guy in the doorway. While he was distracted you quickly tried to scoop up the shuttle, hoping George wouldn’t notice. “Oh yeah I’m fine.” The guy responded, his Dutch accent shining through in his words.

“I was just looking for Y/N.” You snapped your head to face him, ignoring George’s incredibly questioning look.

“Uhh yeah? Is something wrong?” You asked and the man bashfully (you read that right) turned to you. He seemed almost hesitant to speak.

“Can I talk to you after you’re done?” He asked, looking at your forehead to avoid looking at your eyes. 

“Sure?” You said, questioning why the stranger who was also a world champion wanted to talk to you, and why he approached in the way a teenage boy approaches his crush.

He nodded and entered the gym, the door slamming behind him. He lumbered over behind the camera crew, holding some sort of bag and then just stood there and George made eye contact with you. You shrugged at the question in his eyes and the director cleared her throat, causing you both to look at her.

“We’ll start the take again, yes?” She asked and you nodded as did George before he paused.

“Wait, didn’t it fall to the ground?” All movement on the set stopped. You chuckled, albeit nervously.

“No, what are you talking about?” You asked, prepared to start gaslighting, a disbelieving expression on your face.

“I could’ve sworn you let go of it before… that happened.” He said, vaguely gesturing to the door, a grin beginning to spread on his face. You exhaled air and widened your eyes.

“Mate, I think we need to get your memory checked because I didn’t even let go of it.” You said, shrugging and George quickly glanced over to the staff.

“I’m not hallucinating this, no?” None of them replied. He frowned before saying. “We’re colleagues, you guys should have more allegiance to me than to my cousin.” He pleaded as you coughed whispering “Badminton Gold Medallist” very obviously into your fist.

He turned to fix you a glare.

“I am not hallucinating this. I think you’re lying.” You shrugged at his words, smirking.

“I don’t think so. I genuinely think you were hallucinating.” You said as you shook your head, staring at him in pity. He sighed before saying,

“How would your mum feel if she knew you were lying to me like this?” Oh he brought out the big guns.

“Ok, you’re right, I was lying. Please do not tell my mum.” You quickly admitted, holding up your hands and bowing your head. He started laughing as you quickly looked to the camera.

“My mother did not raise a liar.” 

“You just lied.”

You snapped your head back to him.

“Irrelevant.” You pointed a finger in his direction and he started smirking, causing you to groan.

“Does this mean I get a point?” You groaned again and George started laughing as did the staff and camera crew. There was one loud laugh and, as you glanced in the direction of the camera crew, you realized it came from the intruder. What a weird turn of events. You had no idea why he was there or why he wanted to speak to you.

After his brief stint of feeling superior, George quickly served the shuttle in a way you could only describe as dramatic, only to hit it too short so that you got the point and you won the game. You shook his hand under the net, sarcastically thanking him for a fair game.

“Hey, I got that point fair and square.” He said, eyes wide and pointing at you.

“Sure you did, buddy.” You said and patted him on the back. He laughed and the camera crew cut the cameras. The driving part of the video wasn’t scheduled for another hour and it only took 20 minutes to get there and get set up, so the director called for a 30 minute break.

After this was announced George gestured at you to walk to Max Verstappen rather vehemently, so you did, cautiously approaching the man. As you approached he looked up from where he was focused on his phone, quickly turning it off and standing up to shake your hand.

“Hi.” He said, sounding almost breathless as he grasped your hand and shook it almost violently.

“Hi?” You responded, thoroughly confused but letting him continue his assault on your hand.

“I’m Max Verstappen.” He introduced, his eyes shining as he looked at you. You nodded, a small, disbelieving smile growing on your lips.

“Yes, I know who you are.” You replied and he inhaled air audibly.

“You do?” He asked, leaning a bit closer.

“You’re a bit hard to avoid.” You said before carefully tacking on “Not that I go out of my way to avoid you.”

“I’m kind of surprised you know who I am to be honest.” He said and you almost laughed at his humbleness. After a few seconds of him continuing to hold your hand he seemed to come to himself and let go of your hand. He cleared his throat before continuing.

“I don’t know if you know, but I’m a huge fan of yours.” You had not known that and wouldn’t have been able to guess that in a million years. But it definitely explained a few things

“Oh really? That’s cool, I’m flattered.” You smiled, realizing his incredibly odd behavior was him being star-struck. 

“Uhh thanks.” He said before taking a deep breath.

“We started our professional careers around the same time, I don’t know if you know.” He started. “I know your parents always wanted you to be a badminton player, like how my dad always wanted me to be a driver, so I kinda connected to you on that.” You were surprised the man had so much to say, knowing of his usual reservedness or, in George’s words, ‘passive-aggressive-ness’. 

“And then, when we started at the same time, I thought it was cool how we both kinda matched each other at how well we did in our sports. Like when I won the championship, you won gold. Yeah. I just thought it was cool.” After that huge speech he went back to looking at his feet.

“So you’ve been a fan for a while?” You prompted, finding his outburst cute. He looked up again to continue speaking.

“Yeah, I actually watched your Olympic final before the Hungarian GP, like before I had to get in the car!” He said happily and you paused for a second, a confused expression taking over your face.

“Didn’t you crash in that race?” You asked, a slight hesitation in your voice. Max frantically shook his head, laughing awkwardly.

“Uh no. Someone did crash into me though.” He said, emphasizing the ‘into’ as if trying to make sure you knew that he wasn’t a bad driver. You definitely knew though, the many texts you’d received over the years from George about the older man making sure that if you knew one thing about Max Verstappen, it was that he was a damn good driver.

You both descended into awkward silence as you sucked in air through your teeth and rocked back and forth on your feet. He wasn’t helping, after his correction he’d taken to clearing his throat and scratching the back of his neck. You opened your mouth to speak before closing it, having nothing to say except that this might’ve been one of the most awkward situations you’d gotten yourself into.

“I was wondering if you could sign some merch?” He quickly blurted out, snapping your eyes from the roof to his face. You could only nod as he took off his bag and opened it, revealing probably the biggest stash of your merch you had ever seen. You let out a quiet ‘wow’ as he started pulling stuff out and putting it on the chair he was previously sitting on, choosing not to comment on the way he flushed at your words.

His collection was expansive, there was team shirts from your first team, caps with your name on them, your country’s badminton jersey from the olympics with your name on it, a few banners, a badminton bag part of a collection you’d modeled for, and even more merch from all your brand deals. Did you know that you had a special edition of a garbage bag from that garbage company series or a pair of socks from a luxury sock brand? No, but Max definitely did.

He wouldn’t look at you as you took in the scale of all the items. He was probably single handedly paying your rent with the amount of stuff he had bought. You could only look on in awe at the magnitude. You kinda felt bad, you only had a cap with his name on it from a lame attempt to tease George at Secret Santa that backfired when the cap was launched at you and nearly knocked your teeth out.

“It’s not all, if you were wondering.” He said as he quietly stepped back from the pile and you turned to him, an heavily incredulous look on your face. You took note of George in the background of your vision, playing suspiciously on his phone, almost looking as if he was recording.

“Wow, you really are a fan.” Was the only thing you could manage to say as you stared at the array, stuff falling off the chair and onto the floor. You took a deep breath before slapping your thighs as you crouched down, grabbing one of the hats. You turned to look at Max.

“You got a pen?” You asked and he hastily retrieved one from his pocket and handed it to you. You chose not to address the way his hand lingered as it touched yours barely as he handed you the pen.

You signed the hat before reaching deeper into the pile, grabbing a shirt and signing it too. The cycle continued for a few items before you must have grabbed something that upset the pile and you were suddenly buried in your own merch. It’s always those closest to us we can’t trust.

The darkness encapsulated you and you tried to shake off the large mass, but your attempts proved unfruitful. After a few seconds you just resigned yourself to being buried in assorted items with your name plastered on it. I mean, when did you sponsor a lamp company and why was there a lamp with your badminton racket holding the lightbulb? How the hell did Max fit that in his bag?

After 30 seconds you saw light again, Max’s mortified face staring down at your splayed out form. His head was encapsulated by the stadium-grade lights and it was almost as if an angel was looking down at you from the heavens. 

You tried to haul an arm up to hopefully pull yourself out, but you couldn’t move your arm. It was pinned down by a… was that a BearBrick version of you? You really have got to pay attention to the contracts you sign. Max eventually got the memo by the shifting plastic (?) and pulled the bear off of you, leaving you to sit yourself up rapidly with a gasp, like a swimmer getting their first breath after nearly drowning. 

It took you a second to regain your senses, but when you eventually came back to normal you could hear three things. The silence that was permeating from the film crew who could only stare in barely-concealed horror, George’s raucous laughter as he struggled to hold his phone properly to capture you both, and Max’s rushed apologies, repeatedly muttering how sorry he was as he took your hand and hauled you so you were standing. 

You took a second for your iron to stop fucking with you before you patted Max on the shoulder, him letting go of your hand in response and you leaned over to put your hands on your thighs, hanging your head forward before lifting it to see the catastrophe of your merchandise all over the floor.

Max hadn’t stopped apologising and you feared he might combust if you didn’t address it soon. You turned to him, taking in the way he was glaring at the floor and hadn’t stopped fidgeting with his hands, and you sighed. That only seemed to make him shrink in on himself, still apologising before you took his hand and almost dragged him across the hall, out towards the door he had entered the hall through.

There was a small paved walkway outside the hall, the pathway separated from the tin walls of the hall and the road beside the hall by two nice patches of greenery. There was a railing on the outside of the pathway and you leant back against it as you let go of Max’s hand and surveyed his form.

For a world champion, a man who should walk around full of pride, he really presented himself as quite small. Maybe that was just because of the circumstances, but he should be more confident in himself, you couldn’t help but think to yourself.

The way George had described him in his ranting sessions contrasted heavily as to how he was acting in front of you, all shy like. You wondered where the ballsy man who pushed people off track and didn’t really care went. If you were a two time world champion you’d walk around bragging about it everywhere you went.

‘Hey pretty lady, you want to go out? I’m a two time F1 world champion and I can make all your dreams come true!’ To be fair, that probably wouldn’t work on any self-respecting woman, but hey! There’s a lot of women in the world, Max could definitely pull at least one of them.

How did you get here? Your mind was just wondering about, you guessed. The man was attractive, so it did make sense you’d be thinking along these lines, but normally you have a three hour grace period where you decide if a man is a creep before thinking along the lines of if you want to… respectfully ponder his relationship status. 

Max, unfortunately and probably against his wishes, had kinda come off as a bit of a creep, though you knew that if you told him that he would probably shrink in on himself like before and disappear. However, you still found yourself thinking about him like that. Maybe you found it cute, the way he was such a fan? Maybe you were just really flattered that such a famous person liked you so much? Maybe you just found his mannerisms really cute? 

You didn’t know. 

At this point it had been a minute or so of you both quietly standing there, Max having finally stopped apologising as you took his hand. You breathed out and Max’s eyes snapped to you.

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t know that would happen, I wouldn’t have brought everything if I’d have known. I shouldn’t have brought everything, it was too much. This is our first time meeting, this was probably so weird. I didn’t mean to weird you out, I’m sorry. I probably just embarrassed you in front of all of those people, you didn’t deserve that.” The unspoken ‘I just embarrassed myself in front of you’ was heard loudly in your head, as you stared dumbly at the man who had just poured out all of his worries in front of you. 

He went silent again, leaving you with time to process all he had said. While yes, it was definitely a bit much for a first meeting, why did you find it sort of sweet? And, to be quite honest, you didn’t really care about embarrassing yourself in front of the crew. As despondent as it sounds, you’d done worse for less. You decided to tell him as such.

“Nah, you’re fine.” You said and he looked at you again. 

“To be honest, I just pulled you out because I didn’t want you to be embarrassed.” He opened his mouth to speak but closed it at your words. A pause.

“I’m still really sorry about this whole thing, I shouldn’t have stopped by.” He said quietly.

“How would I have known that two time world champion Max Verstappen was my biggest fan then?” You teased and he shook his head, a small smile appearing on his face.

“It was cute honestly.” You said, and his head jolted up to make eye contact, shock plastered all over his face.

“It’s kinda sweet to know someone so respected has such respect for me.” You said quietly, looking to the floor, a smile spread across your face.

“Uhh yeah, I definitely have a lot of respect for you.” He said, clearing his throat. You then looked up at him, like really looked at him. You took a moment to decide something before continuing to speak.

“Would you like to go for dinner at some point?” You asked and Max looked as if he had been shot for a second before jolting out of it. 

“Pardon?” He asked and you winced. Alright, message received. You just awkwardly waved it off.

“Oh nothing, just something stupid.” “No please, what did you say?” A tone of desperation took over his voice and he grasped your hand. You looked at his eyes, genuineness shining through then. Ok, one more shot.

“Would you like to go for dinner?” You asked and he immediately started nodding his head violently. 

“Yes, I’d love to! Can I have your number so we can talk about it?” He asked, and reached into his pocket to grab his phone before coming back empty-handed. He groaned, realising his phone was still in the badminton hall and you laughed.

“Of course, you probably need your phone though.” Max looked over to you as though to say something sarcastic but stopped as he saw your smile. You pretended not to notice and went to open the badminton hall door. 

“Are you ready to go back in?” You asked and he groaned.

“We’re going to have to pack it all up and face Russell.” He said, resignedly, and you laughed.

“Sounds like a good prelude to a dinner.” And he smiled, looking back at you. 

“It does."

You did eventually learn how to drive, by the way. It just wasn’t from George teaching you.

get the title now (i don't know how to embed spotify links so this is what you get, sorry) also probably my worst work but oh well

[qamrchives]

been talking about doing food reviews for ages hiii

hit two bakeries i rlly like today in Brighton, The Flour Pot Bakery and BRØD+WOLF

i got a miso and fudge cookie £2.65 and a vanilla financier with roasted rhubarb £4.15 at TFPB

and a raspberry lemon pistachio cake £5.50 at BW

im not a professional taster these are just my opinions as a lil baking enthusiast :

the flour pot bakery

@theflourpotbakerybrighton on ig

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i like this place a lot bc of their fun flavour combinations, they have great pastries/sweets in general but i only rlly go in to try new stuff

they also do home deliveries on their website

the miso & fudge cookie tastes great, the miso flavour is subtle but present enough to satisfy the need for umami - white chocolate was a great choice but i kinda wish it was chocolate chips in order to get its creaminess a bit more all throughout but that's definitely a personal preference - the fudgy texture is perfectly well executed for a cookie, melty buttery goodness which very obviously tastes browned as well :) a splash of salt on top would've rlly tied in the miso and butter together but that's a minor tweak just add some yourself

for a cookie this is an easy 9.5/10 but for the execution of what it could've been it falls down a lil to a 7 bc i wish it had more texture or a lil smth going on mouth-feel wise

the rhubarb financier was what i went in for

ive not rlly had rhubarb much before, definitely never whole like that so i tried a bite of the roasted rhubarb first - it tastes very sweet, syrupy almost candied but also tart/sour very well balanced - the texture however i was not a fan of, it feels like it looks : stringy and fleshy, i don't see how you're supposed to comfortably bite it with the financier

the financier itself is delicious, the taste of real butter never lies, deep in flavour from being browned compliments the almonds texture rlly well - its quite big too so the bit of rhubarb compote on top is a great addition, its tartness cuts through the richness of the dessert but i wish there was a bit more of it instead of the rhubarb on top

the financier is a 9 but the dessert itself is a 6, maybe a puree or small cubes would've been more practical or interesting to bite into

BRØD+WOLF

@brodwolfbakery on ig

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looove love any food here, regular stop when i want to treat myself. the lemon pistachio raspberry cake is a personal favourite <3 they do food deliveries on apps but the desserts aren't on there

light lemon sponge, vanilla buttercream it seems, covered in crushed pistachios and a fresh raspberry jam filling with a few whole berries - heaven in a bite

very airy dessert the textures all play off each other well and the flavours build a well rounded profile its a 10 from me through and through

[itsbenedict]

From the beginning | Previously | Coin standings

Yes indeedy! That glue reminds you- just to the south of this market square in the medieval village, there's supposed to be a school of some sort. Since you VALUE LEARNING, you should head there next.

But first...

A DEMOCRAT spends a whopping 21 Coin and purchases a bevy of useful items from the fennec in the butterflies. How generous!

The WIFI ACCESS POINT can be installed in a particular area to gain access to the local network, allowing you to browse the files stored there and potentially communicate with users. Once installed, the access point can't be uninstalled, so choose your moment carefully- or save up for a new one.

DENIAL OF SERVICE is a gun! Wait, a gun?! Yeah, a gun. But like, a fake hacking gun that shoots highly concentrated packet bursts at glitches to overwhelm and stun them. It comes with six "bullets".

The SOFTWARE PATCH can be spent to increase your STINGY OUTLIER by 5% with no untoward side effects! It can even clear certain negative statuses.

You've also been delivered something from UBER EATS, a kind of overpriced food delivery app with a questionable business model. Still, beggars can't be choosers. What is this, tikka masala? It's pretty good!

But you are still hungry.

With all that out of the way, you make your way south.

You find something that might've been a school, once- but here it's nothing but a maze of overgrown ruins. Marble and brick buildings have been overtaken by gigantic trees that hungrily envelop anything they can get their roots on, and the halls, as usual, sit empty and devoid of life... that isn't a weird monster falling apart at the seams. You spot a toucan, except instead of a body it just has another beak, forming some sort of horrid banana that appears to be silently begging for death with two lungless mouths. Eegh.

What can you do here?

There's a couple of kids following you- creepy. These FILIAL TWINS are completely identical and finish each other's sentences, which is just plain spooky. Stop that!

There's someone else offering a tour of a factory that turns iron to sugary breakfast cereal. You don't know how that's possible, but you could find out on an IRON CANDY CHEERIOS TOUR.

Hey, an elevator! An elevator that's been booby-trapped to hell and back! WOO, LETHAL LIFT! You bet you'd be completely murdered if you got on this thing. Fun!

That mannequin's here, reminding you that you always have the option to use SECRETARY POSTURE to look your gleaming best for an EVIL DEVIL AGLEAM.

Continued

[detective-giggles]

For Better and Definitely for Worse

Ahhhh! My first fic in forever! A double fill for @badthingshappenbingo “vomiting” square and for @tarlosmonthlyprompts custom bingo “Grand Designs and Cuddles”. @noxsoulmate thank you for the beta and the title. 😘 thank you for reading!

🤢🤢🤢🤢

Carlos parks the Camaro as close to the bay doors as he can without actually being in the way, should an actual emergency occur while he’s inside.

He slips inside unnoticed and hurries up the stairs, running into Owen on the landing.

“Hey, how is he?” Carlos asks.

Owen shrugs and pats him on the shouler. “Good luck,” is his response. “But let me know if you need anything. I have a killer recipe for-”

“We will let you know, thank you,” Carlos says, ducking into the bunkroom.

Nancy and TK are both curled up on individual bunks with their backs to each other. Tommy is sitting at the edge of Nancy’s bunk, trying to get her to drink some water.

“Hey, guys,” Carlos says softly.

“Hi babe,” TK whispers. “We’re dying.”

Tommy rolls her eyes. “You’re not dying.”

“We’re dying,” Nancy agrees.

Carlos steps up to the bunk and runs a hand through TK’s hair. It’s sweaty and matted to his face but Carlos still presses a soft kiss to the top of his head. “So, what force of nature was strong enough to take down the most bad-ass paramedics I know?”

“The new deli on Columbus,” Tommy says, then adds, “Food poisoning.”

“Oh, shit,” Carlos murmurs. “How long does that take to clear up?”

“Twenty-four to forty-eight hours and he should start feeling like himself again. Bedrest should be fine, and you can give him some over the counter meds but keep him hydrated.”

Carlos nods solemnly. “Nance, do you need a ride home too?”

“I’m taking her home with me tonight,” Tommy says. “I just wanted to make sure you got TK picked up okay.”

“I’ve got him,” Carlos promises.

TK sits up too fast and groans pitifully; he braces his elbows on his knees and sucks in a couple deep breaths. He reaches out a hand and feels around blindly; Carlos grabs the emesis bag and shoves it under TK’s face and holds it for him while he vomits.

“Sorry,” TK murmurs. Carlos rubs his back, gently, and TK leans heavily against him.

Carlos winces as behind them, Nancy is also puking her guts out.

“Come on,” Carlos says, “let’s get you home.”

Tommy promises to clean up the bunk room, leaving TK to apologize pitifully again. Carlos grabs TK’s duffel and slings it over his shoulder, while steadying TK with his other hand. Tommy hands him another emesis bag for the road.

“Better take two, actually,” TK mutters. Carlos agrees and grabs a second bag, stuffing them both in his pocket.

Together, they make it out of the bunk room. TK climbs down the stairs slowly, with Carlos’ hand on the small of his back. He slides into the Camaro while Carlos tosses his bag in the back andby the time Carlos joins him, TK’s sitting stiffly in the seat, eyes closed and groaning softly.

“Hand me your seatbelt,” Carlos prompts.

TK takes a second but waves him off. “I’ve got it,” he mumbles. Carlos watches as he secures his seatbelt and then he does the same before pulling out on the road.

They have to pull over twice so TK can puke and Carlos isn’t quite sure how he can have anything left to get rid of; but maybe he doesn’t since the second time they stop, TK just dry heaves into the bag until Carlos coaxes him back into the car so they can finish their drive home.

Finally, they make it back to the loft, and TK slowly makes his way into the building and into the elevator, with Carlos close behind. They have the elevator to themselves and mercifully, the movement doesn’t make TK sick again.

As soon as Carlos unlocks the door, TK hurries inside and makes a beeline for the bathroom, stepping out of his shoes and dropping his hoodie on the floor along the way.

Carlos grabs his phone and finds his grocery delivery app. He knows his husband’s favorite flavor of Gatorade and orders half a dozen, some Pepto, saltines, and a case of water, leaving a hefty tip with the promise of more if they can deliver in less than an hour. Although the store’s not far, he’ll pay a little extra if it means not leaving TK home alone.

He puts TK’s shoes in the closet and cleans out his duffel bag, stashing it away until the next shift TK’s well enough to attend, although he knows it’ll be a few days.

Carlos grabs a bottle of water and TK’s pajamas, and then knocks on the door.

“Please don’t come in,” TK begs.

“I have water for you,” Carlos says.

The door opens a crack, just enough for TK to stick his hand through. Carlos hands him the items and TK murmurs a thank you before slamming the door shut again.

Carlos isn’t really sure what to do, other than stay close in case TK needs him, and he sits down on the sofa to wait. The groceries arrive in less than 45 minutes and Carlos shoves the Gatorade and some water in the fridge, glad to have something to do.

He decides to make himself some toast while he’s in the kitchen, so TK doesn’t have to watch him eat later and he also texts to check up on Nancy, knowing TK will want to know how she’s holding up.

Owen calls twice to check up on TK and honestly, Carlos is a little surprised he doesn’t just stop by the loft. Carlos assures him TK is fine and he seems to accept that answer, but tells Carlos to call him if they need anything.

Carlos finally relaxes when he hears the shower start and it isn’t long until TK emerges from the bathroom after that. He’s in the pajamas Carlos had given him, his hair is damp, and he still looks miserable.

“Hey, baby,” Carlos says.

TK whines and shuffles towards the couch. He curls up on his side, resting his head on Carlos’ lap. Carlos pulls the throw blanket off the back of the couch and covers his husband with it.

“Want to watch some TV?” Carlos asks, hoping to distract him long enough that maybe he can fall asleep.

TK nods and Carlos grabs the remote, turning the television onto reruns of their favorite show.

“Hey, let me get up and I’ll grab you some water or something,” Carlos offers.

TK shakes his head and snuggles impossibly closer to Carlos. “I’m okay,” he says. “I think. Have you heard from Nancy?”

“She’s doing okay too,” Carlos tells him, while running his fingers through TK’s hair. “Tommy says she hopes you feel better soon and your next two shifts are covered. And I’ve called in too.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” TK whispers. “But I’m glad you did.”

Carlos chuckles and slips his hand under the blanket, rubbing TK’s side.

While TK watches the TV, Carlos watches TK. He makes it just past the second commercial break before his eyes slip closed. Carlos relaxes just a little bit more and settles in. He’s a little too old to sleep on the couch - they both are - and he knows his back will scream at him tomorrow. But for now, he closes his eyes and hopes TK sleeps through the night.

[strawheart-pirate]

Icing

Monkey D. Luffy x gn!Reader

December 11th 2023 Words: 994 CW: modern AU, SFW, fluff, food, food fight, no seriously it’s just funny

You've been sharing an apartment with Sabo, Ace and Luffy for a few months now and you like it. And even though Sabo is always on the road because of his job and Ace stays with his partner most of the time, it's never been boring since you had Luffy. But there were days when the urge to throw him through a window was immense.

Life with the ASL brothers is great if you stick to one rule: Never mention food to Luffy unless you want to feed him, and feed him now. You were talking to your best friend on speaker about Christmas preparations while doing laundry. You didn't realize your roommate came home while you were talking about cookies and a gingerbread house your friend was going to bake. At least not until you heard an excited cry from the front door.

"GINGERBREAD HOUSE?!" You end the conversation just in time as Luffy lunges himself at you, smiling brightly. "Oh yes, let's build a gingerbread house!" His eyes sparkle with joy. You could never say 'no' to those big puppy eyes. Never refuse a request when he was so excited.

You sighed. "Okay, fine. We'll build one tomorrow, okay?"

"But why not right now?" Luffy nearly drooled on your shoulder.

"Because I have to go to the supermarket first." The sparkle in his eyes seemed to fade and you felt bad... "But how about ordering food from your favorite delivery guy tonight?"

"Yay, I can't wait!" Luffy jumped off of you and opened the delivery app as you sighed. You were glad that you had at least saved the day and made a list for tomorrow. You had a bad feeling, but it couldn't be that bad, right? This is Luffy we're talking about, so everything will be fine in the end, so you pushed your worries aside and enjoyed a nice evening on the couch with fast food and a happy roommate.

The next day, you were lucky enough to find Luffy meeting his friends for breakfast, so you were able to start preparing. After successfully gathering the ingredients and kneading them into a fairly stiff dough, you rolled it out to the right thickness and cut out the pieces you needed. You had prepared four wall sections and two roof sections. With the remaining dough, you cut out trees and stars. You baked everything and cut it again to get sharp edges before you let it cool completely and concentrated on decorating. You collected all the sprinkles, nuts, almonds, and candy you could find and then made a nice icing to glue everything together. When everything was ready, you took a moment to yourself and waited for Luffy.

Your moment didn't last long because Luffy seems to have a sixth sense when it comes to food. He announced his return loudly and stormed into the kitchen. You giggled and went into the kitchen yourself.

"Hey Luffy. I've got everything ready, so we can start right away," you said excitedly.

Luffy looked at everything you had prepared on the counter and his eyes sparkled. "Can I have a taste?"

"No." You slapped his fingers back from the gingerbread. "Just wash your hands and we can start."

He pouted, but walked over to the sink to wash his hands.

"You can have the leftovers when we're done, okay?" You sighed and made him an offer.

His pout immediately turned into a smile and you could start decorating the sections.

You were impressed how well Luffy could control himself. He didn't even nibble at the decorations. You had finished most of the house and decorations when the icing got stuck in the piping bag. You squeezed harder, but it didn't work, so you held the bag higher and checked the nozzle. Big mistake. When you were eye-to-eye with the nozzle, Luffy decided to squeeze the bag hard, and within a second, the nozzle separated from the bag and hit you in the eye. The icing splattered everywhere, on your face, on Luffy's shirt, all over the counter...

As if that wasn't enough, the door opened to reveal Sabo coming home from work. Your eye began to twitch with annoyance... How much bad luck can you have in one moment... Luffy threw his hands in the air and let go of the piping bag to lunge at his brother. Sabo just giggled and hugged him, even though his clothes were now covered in icing as well.

"I see we have a new roommate." Sabo joked as he looked at you.

You stared at him, wiping the sticky sweet goo from your eyes. Sabo was still laughing and hugging Luffy when you suddenly appeared right next to him. His reflexes were good, but not good enough, and a second later you were rubbing your face against his to share the icing. The whole thing escalated quickly, and after a decent icing fight, the three of you sat exhausted on the floor while Luffy licked the sweet, sticky stuff off Sabo's and your hands. You were all a little happy when you realized that the gingerbread house was on the floor. Your smile turned to a frown, and Luffy let out a small cry when he realized what you were picking up. His eyes filled with tears that threatened to overflow.

"Luffy... I'm sorry... We'll make a new one..." You were doing your best when Sabo interrupted you.

"We'll make it a tree house. Just like the one we used to have when we were kids! And you can make the flag, okay?"

Luffy's tears were gone in an instant, and he started gathering things for the flag. Sabo and you salvaged what you could from the broken gingerbread house, and you built a tree house according to Sabo's instructions. All three of you stood proudly around the counter as Luffy placed the flag on top and put on his trademark smile.

"This is the best gingerbread house we ever made." He said proudly.

"Let me just take a picture." You pulled out your phone when you heard crunching noises.

"Luffy! No!" Sabo and you shouted in unison, but it was too late. Luffy had already devoured the whole gingerbread house.

He looked at you with an innocent expression. "What? I was hungry from all the work and the icing battle..."

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[thevisionarywriter]

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[vodika-vibes]

Yearning

So, because there is a tragic lack of Monnk fics, I decided to write one. So. Ta-dah~

Pairing: Commander Monnk x Reader

Word Count: 1366

Songs: I recommend Je T'aime by Kelly Sweet

Warnings: None

Prompt: "...say it again."

You hum happily as you slide down the hallway in your fuzzy socks, stumbling to a stop in front of the calendar. There, marked in vibrant yellow, were the words, ‘Monnk returns’.

Your friend, your best friend, has been gone for close to six months now, and he sent a message several days ago that he was finally returning to Coruscant with his Battalion.

Oh, you’re sure that he’s going to have things to do before he makes his way here. After all, you’re just friends.

You scan the corkboard thoughtfully. It’s completely covered in pictures. Pictures of you and Monnk. Pictures of the pair of you at the aquarium, posing in front of a giant squid. Pictures of you at the communal pool, both of you in your bathing suits.

Pictures of Monnk teaching you how to surf, though you’re really bad at it. And pictures of you teaching Monnk how to snowboard, he’s really good at it annoyingly.

Actually, all of the pictures on the corkboard are of you and Monnk.

But that makes sense. You’ve been in love with him for years now after all.

You smile as you pick up one of the pictures, one of you and Monnk having a picnic. His arm is flung over your shoulder and his chin is resting on your shoulder while you take the selfie. It’s your favorite picture of the pair of you. The same picture is framed next to your bed…and sits on your desk at the office.

Your chrono chimes a warning, and you curse. You’re late. You’ve been late all morning. And now you’re extra late. You toss the picture on the counter and run down the hall, to the closet where your shoes are kept.

You balance on one foot, topple over, ignore your throbbing elbows and quickly pull your shoes on, before scrambling back to your feet and running out the door.

Your boss is going to have your head. Well, unless you bring her Caf.

Thank the Force for easily bribed bosses.

12 hours later, your boss finally releases you for the day. Sometimes, being a personal assistant sucks. Like today, when you spent the majority of the day arguing with closed-minded people about whether or not they were allowed to talk to your boss.

And then there was the jerk who decided that punching you was a clever way to force his way into your boss’ office. All it got him was a one way ticket into a holding cell and blacklisted from the business in general.

You prod the bruise under your eye with a pout. Your boss had been incandescent with rage when she saw that you were hurt, but had needed you to remain for the rest of your shift in spite of your injury.

Still, she gave you the next two weeks off, as payment for being assaulted while at work, so you figure you came out on top. Even if you are bruised and tired and hungry.

You absently check your com, no messages - but you really didn’t expect Monnk to message you until tomorrow at the earliest. You consider sending him a message, but ultimately decide against it.

No need to be annoying. You’re just friends after all.

So instead you pull up the app to your favorite restaurant, order enough food for two people, so they would deliver to your apartment, and you head for the taxi stand to catch a ride home.

You arrive at the apartment complex at the same time as the delivery droid, and you cheerfully ID yourself and pay the droid, before you enter the building and take the lift to your floor. 

You check your mailbox, and are pleased to see that there aren’t any bills in the box at all, and then you enter the code to your apartment. The door slides open, and then slides closed with a quiet chime, an upgrade that Monnk added for you when you mentioned that you hated how quiet the door was.

And the first thing you notice is the armor neatly stacked near the front door.

Armor painted a deep yellow color.

You toss your jacket over the familiar helmet, and kick your shoes off, “Monnk?” You call as you head towards the kitchen, now noticing that some of your lights were on.

“Yeah, I’m here,” You step into the kitchen and smile at Monnk. Taller than you, and broader, with dyed blonde curly hair. And you knew that under his shirt was a massive sea serpent tattoo that you guessed covered the majority of his body.

“Welcome back,” You say warmly, smiling at the back of his head, “I wasn’t expecting to hear from you until later.” By the smell, he was brewing caf.

“Yeah, well…” He shrugs a single shoulder, “I wanted to see you and didn’t want to see my brothers.”

You laugh, and set the food on the counter, “Good thing I ordered enough for two, then.” 

He pauses, “Oh? Expecting company?” Monnk asks, his voice just a little too casual for it to be true.

“Of course not,” You reply, “You know I’m horribly unlikeable.” You joke as you move around the kitchen and grab some plates, “I didn’t feel like picking up food, so I ordered enough to get it delivered.”

“Lazy.” Monnk chided, though there was amusement in his voice.

You sniff, “I had a rough day, Monnk. I’m allowed.”

He finally turns away from the brewing caf, “Yeah? Did someone ye-” He stops mid-sentence, his golden brown eyes locked on the bruise on your cheek, “Someone hit you.”

You shrug, awkwardly, “Yeah. Like I said, I had a rough day.”

He crosses the room in three large strides, and lightly grips your chin to tilt your head so he can see the bruise better. “Were you seen by a medic?” He asks, as he lightly prods the mark, apologizing silently when you wince.

“No, I needed to stay-” You explain, smiling softly when you see the look of indignation sliding across his face, “It only hurts when I touch it, Monnk, really.”

“It shouldn’t have happened at all, cyare.” He replies under his breath, “It doesn’t feel like anything’s broken at least.”

You hum in agreement. He’s right, of course, it shouldn’t have happened, but it did. “You’ve called me that before. Cyare. What’s it mean?”

“Didn’t I tell you to look it up?” Monnk asks as he finally releases your chin and heads back to pour himself a mug of caf.

“You really think Mando’a to Basic dictionaries are common here? Come one, throw me a bone, Monnk.” You say as you start divvying out the food.

“Nope,” He sets his caf at the table, “What do you want to drink?”

You pout at him, but he just grins and leans against the counter, so you huff, “Some of my water please.”

“As you wish,” He replies easily, with a sketched bow. 

You watch him straighten and grab a glass from your cabinet, and you watch him pour a glass of the flavored water you prefer, and you smile. “...I love you,” You say.

Monnk freezes mid-step and he stares at you wide eyed. “You…what?”

Your stomach flips with anxiety, but in for a credit, or so they say. “I said I love you.”

He sets your glass on the counter and walks over to you, his hands come up and cup your face, his gaze locked on your face. “...say it again.” He breathes out.

“I love-” You’re unable to finish the sentence as his lips crash against yours. He kisses you hungrily, like he needs you as much as he needs oxygen. “-you.” You finish as he breaks away.

“In case it wasn’t obvious,” Monnk murmurs against your lips, his breath hot against your skin, “I love you too.”

You don’t know what to say, and instead you lean up and kiss him. And you’re not surprised when he immediately deepens the kiss, and tugs you closer. You have a ghost of a thought that dinner was going to get cold���but then he nips your lower lip and you realize that you don’t care.