#queenny

[sadfragilegirl]

Remember that moment few weeks ago before the start of Xavier's new myth event, I thought that I won't be able to pull for him because it wasn't enough to pull for him?

Well, I finally did yesterday!

After I used 120 Deepspace Wish Tickets (20 of them I bought from Promise (Heartfelt Vow, which it has 12 Deepspace Wish Tickets) and Association Special Packs (Level 10 and Level 15) + 12,000 Red Diamonds to convert into 80 Deepspace Wish Tickets + 10 Deepspace Wish Tickets (Limited from the event) + 10 more Deepspace Wish Tickets from getting 50 pulls and 100 pulls.), I finally got Lumiere.

But wait, there's more!

I even got the same 2 new 5 star solar myth pairs to rank up to Rank 1 to get his torn clothes version of his outfit. (Which means, I am able to see his blocking animation while battling Wanderers, which I get emotional seeing him hurt and his clothes are torn.)

Plus, I even got my first ever 5 star Zayne card, which... Surprisingly I pulled 2 5 star memories for the first time in my life while I am trying to pull for Lumiere.

Actually, this myth event made me luckier than Rafayel's myth event (God of Tides) last month, which although I got him but I'm unable to get both of the same cards to rank up to Rank 1.

Lastly, his new myth costume of Xavier is really amazing. (I heard many Love and Deepspace fans reminded him as Tuxedo Mask but his outfit is white hehe) With or without mask, I really adore his look to be honest.

To everyone who's been cheering me on to get Lumiere, THANK YOU SO MUCH! Because in the end, my hard work has paid off. My manifestation has already coming true.

And now, I am going back to saving red diamonds since there's still time to save for Xavier's birthday event, which his birthday is on October 16th this year.

Thank you, Xavier for being with me by my side. I knew you never EVER let me down!

🌟

[call-sign-shark]

Dear Shark: I write this letter (?) to ask you for permission to make a Heaven + Arthur Shelby inspired moodboard, with an extra touch of a Slytherin aesthetic (as It's impossible for me to see this couple as anything but the ultimate OTP Slytherin couple lol). I will be waiting for your response (?). PS. I love everything you write ❤️

Hi Quennie, thank you for your adorable ask.

Please be my guest, I’ll be more than honored if you make this moodboard. You should have seen the way I squealed when I read “ultimate Slytherin OTP” because this has been my house since I was a kid so please, I’d love to see this!!

Thank you so much for both the adorable intention and your lovely compliment. May I return it by saying that you’re a hell of a awesome mutuals and that seeing you in my notification never fails to make me smile? 🖤

Sending you a lot of love and hugs.

[thiefguard]

Had QueenNie feels, 0/10 would not recommend.

Started as meta, turned into fic??

Thesis statement:

Nie losing her Queen is terrible. Tragic. Especially in light of everything that comes after with Descendant.

But.

Consider it from Queen’s POV.

You love this woman, this Jinn so much that you defy court practice and all of your most leal advisors to take her for your wife. And you know the risks. You know that she could be dangerous, deadly without ever even meaning it, and so you take all the precautions. Even if they’re meaningless, even if they don’t help, you’d try anything that meant you got to keep her.

And then. One terrible, awful night, you say something thoughtless. You almost Wish, and you feel the power of it crackle between you. You see the fear in her eyes as she shushes you, as she pulls away. How much you scared her. How terribly it could have ended.

And then she slips away. Just for a few moments, she says. To collect herself.

But.

The new day dawns and she has not returned.

And you rationalise she just needs some time. You almost ruined everything with a moment of recklessness. You have time in abundance and she is welcome to it.

When she doesn’t return that night, you square your shoulders and slip back between your sheets with acceptance. You can wait.

Five days pass. A week. Surely she’ll be back by ten?

She isn’t.

A month.

And now, a terrible growing suspicion that something is Wrong. That she should be back by now, would be back by now if she could.

And you have no way of knowing. Has she come across danger? Is she hurt, is she in need, is she lingering somewhere in pain?

For she is not Gone, you feel that in your soul. The loss of her presence would be a seismic, cataclysmic shift, so fundamental that you would feel it. And you don’t. So.

Mayhaps another month?

Which passes by with no sign of her, until you begin to make bargains with the universe. If you sign this Treaty, then surely she will be back by the Kingdom’s feast day. If you can enact peace in the neighbouring territories then you may wake to find her in your solar, an enigmatic smile and a story on her lips, and all of this will be explained away. Forgiven and forgotten.

A year.

Two.

Five.

Did you anger her, you wonder? You only Wished to love her more freely, with abandon, unthinking. A lovely thing, a beautiful thing, and might you still be happy even if the wish had left your lips and you had become the whisper on the summer breeze?

You know about the first ray of morning sun. The ache in her heart and everything it cost her. And unmeaningly, unthinkingly, you could have set her through that again.

If she is angry then she has a right to it.

But.

Ten years.

Your advisors plead with you to re-marry. Every feast an opportunity, an introduction. Still time to secure the succession.

You want none of it. You name an heir. A niece. Your sister believes you have bestowed a great honour, but you think the girl will not thank you for it in time. Not as she grows to understand the responsibility, the weight of it, the ever present press of duty.

Twenty years.

Some days you miss her so much you awake frantic with it, the longing and worry as sharp as if she slipped from your sheets only moments ago. Other days it settles as a dull ache, seeping into moments as unexpectedly as morning fog.

Thirty years.

If she returned now, would she recognise the face you see before you in the mirror? You imagine her unchanged, untouched by the slow march of time. Your reflection smiles, just for a moment.

Forty-three years, five months, seventeen days.

A gentle breeze in your chambers. Soft voices by your bedside. Gentle hands. The concern of the little Princess grown into a woman soon to be Queen.

And still.

How sweet it would be to look upon her face once more.

You wish. You wish.

You Wish.

[k-hotchoisan]

(Updated version because I forgot to add one more detail!) Hello! Can I request an ATEEZ smut based on the song I Want You by SB19? Any member will do please?

Here's the Music Video: https://youtu.be/s25Yi6pZnMs?si= ZpzmmV6Yvy1Wa4bZ

And the sound Audio:

https://open.spotify.com/track /16GGH8OF6LISUTTbm8421f?si= 2zklm5olQIKxp2yodrwv1Q

Note: SB19 is a boy group from the Philippines (Which is my country (I'm born from the Philippines by the way haha))), which they became super popular because of the song "GENTO" (Which the song became super popular they did the dance challenge.) (San did that dance challenge! (https://youtu.be/zn8GzEhPqkl?si= qrHRBKWcasrAW2HC))

Thabk you and have a great time. 🌹

~Queennie

Hey Queennie (and also to my fellow readers) Thank you for waiting for this. I was in a rut and not mentally doing well. I hope you haven’t forgotten about me 😭🩷

Also note: YES IVE HEARD ABOUT SB19!! The song got me side eyeing in the best ways possible HAHAHA

The girl in front of him is stunning, but even when he’s all over her, he can’t seem to get you out of his head. So when his phone buzzes and it’s you, he finds himself standing before you with another chance he’s willing to gamble.

Genres/warnings: smut, angst(?) cream pies, orgasms, unprotected sex, fwb to exes to lovers?, Mingi is actually so hung up on you, reconciliation

🩷 Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies @hwallazia @songmingisthighs

10 months.

10 months since you both stopped talking.

Mingi thought he’d move on by then. The girl in front of him was absolutely stunning, her hands hanging loosely around his neck. She smells like vanilla, but he feels that it’s overpowering. He can’t really see her under the dim flashing lights of the club, but he doesn’t pull away when her hands pull his neck closer to kiss her.

He tastes the fruity cocktail in between her lips, and he can think about is the taste of yours, the feeling of your lips pressed against his. The mere thought of it quickly turns into something he craves. Something he was deprived of for 10 months. Mingi’s hands that were on her waist shift lower down her sides, while she pulls him closer and deeper into the kiss. She thinks they’re getting lost in it. Mingi is definitely lost, though, not in the kiss.

All he thinks about is how your waist feels when he slowly touches her up, and his cock strains against his jeans when he thinks of the way you would moan in his mouth, while your hands run all over him, and how you’d edge him slowly with your hands around his cock while you make him melt against your lips. He’d always pull back breathless and desperate. Always.

His eyes slowly open when she pulls back.

Fuck.

Mingi feels guilty. It’s as if he’s doing something wrong to you. It’s driving him fucking nuts that he can’t see you, and the worst part of it all is that it was his fault. So damn fucked up that he was the one who initiated to stop whatever the two of you had.

“Mingi”, she calls out and his attention snaps back to her. This is his third date with this chick he met online, but for some reason, she simply looks like a stranger. Her fingers tap along his jaw.

“Should we go your place or mine?” She asks as she tucks a lock of hair behind her ear.

Mingi doesn’t even realise he’s half hard. But she probably did. He weighs his decisions. And then he realises he really wants to fuck.

But fuck her? He’s hesitant. He obviously has someone else in mind.

“Not today. I have plans early tomorrow”, he lies. She’s about to pout and try to convince him, until she’s interrupted by Mingi’s phone buzzing in his pants.

“Sorry, give me a moment”, he pauses to take the call. He puts his cell to his ear and his breath is stuck in his throat when he hears who’s at the other end of the line.

“Yunho…? Could you pick me up?”

Mingi blinks. The fact that you broke the no contact meant that you never blocked him even though you said you would. His heart is racing in his ears.

“Hello? Yunho? Are you there?”

It makes him snap out his trance a little.

“Yeah. Where are you at?”

“Uhh, the family mart near xxx club. I’m tryna sober up.”

You’re near. It’s not too far away.

“Okay. I’ll be there in ten.”

“Thanks. Oh, and don’t tell Mingi.”

That’s all you say before you hang up on him. He’s still in disbelief. No, wait, maybe it’s a chance. He glances down at the girl, who’s starting to look impatient.

“Uh. Something just came up. I’m sorry we had to cut this short but it’s kind of an emergency.”

That’s when Mingi realises he’s a fucking terrible liar.

She rolls her eyes, evidently annoyed at the interference. Mingi doesn’t even let her respond before he nods quickly and disappears into the crowd and out of the club. He knows that this will have repercussions, but it’s one he’s willing to risk.

There you are. Still looking absolutely breathtaking even when you’re trying to keep yourself together despite the alcohol. It was as if the 10 months never happened. He’s breathless from almost sprinting to where you were at.

He stands before you, watching the way you’re scrolling through your phone mindlessly, the light from the screen illuminating the tear stains on your cheeks. Were you crying? He takes a breath, wondering how you’d react to seeing him after 10, long, agonising months.

“Y/n.”

Your eyebrows scrunch for a second at the familiar husky voice. You look up, and your mind blanks out when you see Mingi standing right before you.

“Mingi? What the fuck are you doing here? Did Yuyu send you here? Fucking son of a-“

“It wasn’t Yunho,” Mingi cuts you off. “It was me who you called.”

You blink slowly at him, processing what he just said before narrowing your eyes at him.

“There’s no fucking way. I’m pretty sure I blocked you”, you reply with a frown, before opening your call logs, scrolling through and your frown is replaced quickly with wide eyes and disbelief.

Goddamn, did you sober up quick after that. You glance back at Mingi, who has an unreadable expression on his face. You cover your face with your hands, feeling your face flush, but definitely not from the alcohol this time.

Mingi takes a seat beside you, leaning forward towards you. His heart is racing as fast as a race car right now. It’s been forever since he’s this close to you.

“Ugh. This is so embarrassing”, you mutter in your hands before you drop them to your lap.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about”, he assures, which only makes you more flustered and borderline irritated.

“You could have called Yunho. You didn’t have to come”, you jab, not wanting to look at him, because he’s staring at you so intently. To Mingi, at least, you’re like home. The relationship you both had no label, all because he was so fucking foolish for thinking it would never be more than what it was.

He was wrong, clearly, because now he’s here beside you, and he wouldn’t ask for anything else.

He’s determined.

Determined to make things right, at least.

“I was the one who you called, not Yunho,” Mingi replies, unwavering.

“It was a mistake”, you sigh, feeling the tears pool around your eyes. Even though Mingi is the last person on earth you wanted to see now, you can’t help but crave for him.

“No it wasn’t. Do you know what’s an actual mistake?” Mingi retorts back. His back is straightened, and he wears a frown.

Your heartbeat is pounding in your ears. Probably coming over? Probably seeing you again? Probably you? You remember how it started like it was fresh from yesterday—it started when he had trapped you on the couch, his tall frame looming over yours when he was trying to get back at you for teasing him.

Like a spark, it ignited bright and burned like a forest fire. So intense that you couldn’t get him out of your system. You pretended you were okay with the arrangement even though the flames were burning through your feelings too. Everything about it was so addicting. If this was forest fire, you were the moth. Until three months later, he suddenly called it off.

“We should stop. I’m not sure what I want right now.”

You shut your eyes and your head spins. “What?”

Mingi swallows hard before his words leave his mouth, “whatever I said 10 months ago. That was a mistake.”

You scrunch your eyebrows, staring at Mingi. And it was a fucking mistake. He’s looking at you with those fucking puppy eyes he knows you’re weak for. Well, now you’re completely sober. But you don’t follow. Why the fuck is he telling you all of this now?

“Elaborate”, you challenge, facing the male.

Mingi covers it up very well but you can tell that he’s getting nervous and flustered.

“Calling it off. It was a mistake,” he answers, his fists balling.

You scoff, even though your heart is bursting. No, you’re not surrendering to him. Not yet. “You’re telling me this now? Weren’t you seeing someone?”

“Was”, he replies a little too quickly, a little too enthusiastically. “Then you called.”

There is a drawn out silence between the both of you momentarily.

“Let’s go. I’ll bring you home, y/n.”

You stare at him for a moment as another load of silence follows. You know it’s a bad idea. You know you shouldn’t let him in again.

Mingi seems to pick up on your concern and distance, and especially your coldness. “I won’t do anything to you. I promise. I’ll leave if you want me to. But it’s not safe for you to just be alone here.”

You know he’s right. He may be an asshole for doing what he did but at least you know Mingi is a man of his word.

His hand is outstretched towards you, and you hesitantly let your fingers graze against his palm. Mingi swears he feels electricity shoot down his spine just from your touch, and a simple one—just a soft brush of your fingers has him ready to be on his knees for you.

You let go quickly when you regain composure and follow Mingi to his car.

The ride back is quiet, much to your relief, letting you sober up as you let the cold night wind brush along your cheeks. What you don’t realise is the amount of glances Mingi casts you when he stops at the red light, and he sees the soft glow of your tear stains.

Mingi pulls over, and as before you could unbuckle the seatbelt with your own two hands, Mingi’s big frame looks over you, his face inches away from you. His gaze catches yours and you hold a breath, expecting him to do something.

Which he does—unbuckle your seat.

In truth, Mingi really wants to kiss you. So bad. To feel you up. He’s so starved it’s insane how he survived ten whole months after foolishly breaking off something that shouldn’t even mean anything. Something that was just simply casual.

“I won’t lay a finger on you if you don’t want me to”, Mingi reminds you as he pulls the car door open for you to leave.

At your doorstep, he doesn’t leave just yet though. He haphazardly dumps his keys onto the little tray you have to hold yours. You don’t say anything. After all, this place was once where he resided with you. He knew it like the back of his hand.

Just like you.

It’s a hard feeling to shake, you think. The familiarity rushes back to you, as if the 10 months never happened. You wish it didn’t.

You push past him and he watches you (thankfully) walk a straight line towards your bathroom. He lets you freshen up, and tells himself he won’t stay for too long—just long enough to make sure you’re alright and going to sleep in peace. He shuts his eyes for a while, letting the soft, cold blows of the air conditioner prick his cheeks.

You step out of the shower, and you see him sprawled on the couch, his slow breaths heavy and steady. Despite every bone in your body telling you not to, you take a seat beside him. He stirs slightly before his sleepy eyes meet yours, barely open before he turns away, combing back his hair.

“You shouldn’t drive if you’re tired, Mingi”, you say. “Go take a shower. I’ll pass you your clothes.”

A prick blooms at the corner of your heart when you say that. You never had the courage to contact Mingi to return his clothes when he was staying over. You were sure you had your clothes kept at his place too. Mingi nods as he leaves for the bathroom, leaving you with your web of thoughts. The resentment was boiling whenever you thought about it, and especially when you are in your room, pulling out the lowest drawer and reluctantly reaching out to feel the fabric that Song Mingi wore, some you wore too and you knew he loved it when you did that.

How did you let him lure you into a situation ship like this?

You dump his clothes onto the counter and climb onto your bed. There was no awkwardness, just tension, and a lot of unspoken words. Words that you were determined to pull out of him so you could finally move on in peace.

There he was, leaving the shower looking like a whole new person. His eyes look a lot softer now, accompanying his damp hair when he has his make up removed. He doesn’t get on the bed.

“What are you trying to get at, Song Mingi?” You question, your eyes darting to him, your fingers tugging each other in anxiety. “We weren’t anything to begin with.”

Mingi presses his lips before he speaks, making sure he doesn’t say it wrongly. “I’m not over you.”

He says it with such distinction that you’re almost taken aback. He catches your confused gaze. But he continues.

“I can’t move on.”

You only scoff. “And that’s my problem, because?”

It’s only then he slowly inches towards you, and you’ve never seen it before in his eyes—desperation?

But you hate that you’re feeling the exact same way. Deep inside you wonder if things could go back to the way they were.

“No. That’s my problem, y/n.” Mingi responds, his finger nervously pinching against the bedsheets. “I’m still hung up over you even after all of this.”

It’s a trap. A trap so big and obvious that a bear could fucking see it from a mile away.

“I shouldn’t have said what I said. I was immature and confused about where that would have gone”, he sighs. “Especially during all the days you’d spend with me. And before I realised what I had done, I had already fallen for you, so hard.”

Your eyes narrow.

“Coward”, you spit, knowing you were in the exact predicament, for a spilt second, on the end of being foolish—thinking that it had meant something to him.

His fingers brushed against yours, his eyes wandering to your figure as more tears stream down your face. Why were you even crying again? He’s obviously playing around with you.

Mingi is on the bed now, inches away from you, his hands gently lifting your face, his thumbs brushing away the burning tears.

“I’m sorry that I hurt you. Out of every mistake I’ve made with you, this was the worst.”

You’re lured into his pretty eyes again, like a puppy begging for forgiveness. You grow so weak every time. You press the side of your cheek onto Mingi’s large and warm hands, the comfort of it never once foreign to you. He brushes his thumb against your cheek.

And Mingi then decides to just throw all of his cards in, his heart like sledgehammer as he lets those words slip from his lips.

“Tell me you want me”, Mingi whispers, his fingertips brushing against your neck to hold your gaze with his—so intense, so overwhelming. “And I’ll be yours.”

Such an obvious trap.

“I want you”, you whisper back, looking at him through your wet lashes.

Mingi feels his heart pounding and fireworks explode in his head. He was ready for you to push his hands away, chase him out, tell him you never want to see him again.

Mingi glances down at your lips and then back into your eyes, before you shut yours and let him completely trap you. Rash decision, stupid decision — your mind is screaming at you while you’re tasting the memories Mingi left you in his kiss. His hands slide down your back, letting lie down properly onto the bed. He pauses in to take in the sight of you—so endearing and gentle. He feels that he should be jailed for wanting to ruin it all and keep it for himself. The thought that no other men could have you like this comforts him, for now, at least.

Mingi tugs against your nightwear, lifting it over your head in one swift gesture before he’s back to kissing you with much desperation. There it is. Your taste. The only one that matters for the rest of his life. His cravings will never be satisfied. If it’s you, he wants more, more, more.

He pulls back, watching the way you’re so flushed and gorgeous. He turns you around, letting your shoulder hit his chest and he presses against you, his erection enough to convey how he feels, that’s for sure.

His fingers brush so lightly against your shoulders, the electric running down your back until he reaches your waist.

“I love you. I adore you”, he hums into your ear, melting every and any sense of rationale that remained in you, no answer but soft whimpers escape your lips as he kisses the nape of your neck to your shoulders, his fingers wet with spit, rolling your nipples in between them. Jagged breaths are the only thing that barely keep you intact for now, before your head is on his shoulder, begging for him.

“It’s been awhile. Don’t you think that’ll be a tight fit, baby?” Mingi questions, his boxers now off and his cock pressing hard against your ass.

You squeeze your thighs in response at the thought of his cock just splitting you open like before. It’s so tempting.

You feel something press against your wet folds, and it’s his fingers. Mingi’s free hand coaxes your thighs to open up and relax for him as his fingers slip right into your sopping cunt, and you gasp. Mingi’s arm snakes around your waist, and one of your opened leg is trapped by Mingi—he’s making sure you don’t close, not until he makes you cream and scream everywhere. You palm against his bare erection, pumping him so painfully slow for the sake of listening to his low, breathy groans right in your ear. He never fails to tell you how much he loves it—when you flick your wrist teasingly at make sure he hears the wet squelching sounds. But for now, your concentration is everywhere, especially when Mingi is stuffing you full with two of his fingers, brushing teasingly against the spongy spot he knows that drives you up the wall.

Your eyes flutter open, completely letting go of his cock. “M-Mingi”, you squeal when his fingers not only curl against the spongy area, but also repetitively fucks your pretty hole stupid, cream completely staining his fingers as it only lubes your clit for him to rub his finger on. Your mind is in a haze, only the thought of letting Mingi finger fuck an orgasm out of you prominent.

So good that you try to wipe the drool seeping past your lips. The feeling builds up so quickly, Mingi notices the way you’re clenching around your fingers. The way you’re grabbing onto his arm and pressing your face into his neck, telling him, “cumming. I’m cumming, Mingi. Fuck me”, was enough for him to pull his fingers out, and stuff his cock in—while you were still mid orgasm, clenching and fluttering with his cock in you. Mingi has his eyes rolled back at the sensation of you just clenching around him, giving your clit wet circular movements to send you over the fucking moon. You’re barely down from your high, panting when you realise that Mingi is inching himself inside you.

Your breath is stuck in your throat when his cock is fully in you, all the way to the brim. Mingi sighs in pleasure—this is what he loves. This is the familiarity he could never get tired of—or rather—crave so fucking badly.

Your mind had completely been melted. Sex with Mingi was always so mind blowing. You hate to swear that you would never get enough. His cock is so big and you love how well he fits into you, and his comments of, “fit me so fucking good, baby. I think if I move I’ll just cum”, as he hisses and forces himself to hold back for bursting.

Mingi’s fingers press against your jaw, your attention seeping back to him. He looks at you lovingly before he watches your face contort with pleasure the moment he pulls back, then fucks you with a thrust.

“You don’t know how much I want you”, he whines, even with his cock just pounding into you from below. “I promise I’ll treat you better. Love you better. Fuck you better.”

You’d let Mingi do whatever he wanted with you. That’s the honest fucking truth. You know you were gonna regret this. Everything is screaming at you at one moment and then completely muted when Mingi’s husky voice lulls you over.

“That’s my good girl. Oh god. You’re good at taking my cock.”

Heaven would jealous at how good you’re feeling being fucked by Song Mingi.

You tremble slightly, more tears pooling at the corner of eyes. Not from sadness or melancholy. The only kind that Mingi is able to pull out from you when his cock is deep inside you.

“It’s okay. That’s a good girl. Let it go for me”, he hums into your ear, his arms holding you down despite the fact that your orgasm is hitting you in waves, spots of white bursting into your eyelids as you feel tour cunt convulse against Mingi’s cock, cream just gathering at the base of his dick as he still continues to jut his cock right into you, sending your legs shaking with pleasure. He swears he wants to record your orgasms and seal it somewhere where only he can access it. He could get addicted.

His thrusts turn more desperate. The loud sounds of wet cock fucking a wet pussy echoing around the walls while you’re crying Mingi’s name.

“That’s a good princess”, he assures, rubbing your thighs, even though sticky with fluids before he thrusts himself right into you for the final time, your legs trembling.

“So much. Mingi, that’s so much”, you swallow hard as you feel him pump his cum right into you. Even that feels so fucking heavenly.

“It’s all for you, princess. We can keep going. I’ll always have more for you. So much that it’ll leak out of your pretty hole for days on end”, he utters so softly in your ear. Your eyes are still glazed from the mind-numbing pleasure. The last thing you could remember was a kiss planted on your forehead before a muffled “Goodnight”, before you completely doze off, your worries saved for the next day.

Morning kicks in, and your eyes are barely able to open, the exhaustion weighing on you from the previous night, so does the realisation. Fuck. You rise up, your hand on your forehead. Then you realise another thing—the other half of your bed is empty. You reach out to your phone on the nightstand—no messages either. Frustration builds in your body. But this time, it was your own foolishness to blame you think to yourself, as you slide off the bed, the soreness of your lower body a burning reminder of what transpired the night before. Instead of the bitterness that lingers in your mouth, you wonder if that should have been your closure.

Freshened up, you walk to your kitchen area to grab a meal, and your eyes widen.

Mingi stands there, pulling the plastic cover off. He pauses briefly when his eyes meet yours.

“Hey. Good morning”, Mingi greets, his morning voice dropping an octave lower. He seems completely fine, as long as you aren’t able to hear his heartbeat going at miles per hour. Would you just chase him out? Would you promise to never see him again? His mouth is dry again, even though he’s had a couple of glasses of water thinking about what to say to you.

“I bought takeout. Come and have some”, he gestures. You don’t question it, taking the seat across him. You follow his movements—the way he settles the utensils—handing you yours first, before he pours you a cup of water. Then he sits himself comfortably.

There is another moment of silence before you speak up.

“About last night…”

You see the grip on his chopsticks tighten.

“Wasn’t a mistake either”, he says, his gaze trailing the food before he meets yours.

“Is it?” You reply, shoving a couple of egg rolls into your mouth. You didn’t expect that answer from him.

“I thought I could move on. But no matter how many girls I came across, it was always you. No one felt as right as you did. I was scared before, but I’m not now.”

You can’t meet his eyes. You’re unsure if it’s because of swirl of emotions that have started bubbling, or because you’ve denied it for so long, that it’s beginning to slowly bleed out.

“Let me make it up to you. For the 10 months”, Mingi professes. “If you’ll have me.”

You finally are able to hold his gaze. Your mind is swimming is dopamine, but you’re not about to let him have the satisfaction, just yet. A small smile curls at the corner of your lips.

“Then you better do a good job.”

[ilikeart021]

I had an idea while I was watching tadc ep 2

Pomni - gummygoo

Ragatha- princess loolilalu

Kinger- sun

Jax-orbsman

Gangle- bubble

Zooble- Martha mildenhall

Caine- kaufmo

Queennie-moon

[moncherijoie]

OMG a Super Junior fan so HELLO!!!! (I'm a ELF and a SMTOWN boy group fan with Autism so it's nice to meet you.)

Can you write a fluff of Leeteuk (He is my favorite bias!) when he will have a birthday date for reader? (My birthday is on July 20 and I will turn 24 this year.) Thank you very much.

Hope you are having a wonderful day, sunshine!

~Queennie

Hi! It's nice to meet you aswell! I wanted to write things for suju as all the other ones people write are from years ago. Shed a little light for them! I hope you enjoy this fluff and your birthday this year Queennie!💕

𝑶𝒉 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆!

𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓾𝓮𝓴❤︎

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

The wind blew softly. Allowing your hair to sway as you carefully walked forward. "Babe I want to see!" You reached for Leeteuk's hands that were covering your eyes but he wouldn't budge. "Just a little longer!"

You felt your heart racing as you heard the ocean in the distance. "Ta-da! You like it, right?" Leeteuk asked once he removed his hands.

You smiled seeing he layed out a plaid picnic blanket and your favorite snacks with gifts placed to the side. "I like it, like our first date."

You were in awe looking up to the sky. Hues of purple, blue, pink and gold were blazed across the sky. Leeteuk took his chance and took a picture with his phone. "So pretty!" He said lovingly as he saw the preview of the image.

"Thank you for doing all of this." You said softly as Leeteuk pulled out champagne bottle preparing to pop it open.

"Anything for you my love." The top pops off and Leeteuk hands you a glass before he pour his own.

"Tonight, I raise my glass not just to you, but to the moments that brought us together in love. In your eyes, I found a universe where every star whispers your name, where every sigh carries the melody of our shared dreams. To the laughter that dances in the air between us, to the tears that water the garden of our growth, to the silent embraces that speak volumes of our connection. Here's to you, my love, my anchor in the storms and my guiding star in the dark. May our love continue to bloom, painting the canvas of our lives with hues of joy, passion, and everlasting devotion. Cheers to us, to our journey, and to the beautiful chapters yet to be written. I love you Y/n, now and for always."

You would be lying if you said that his words didn't move you. Your eyes glisten. Tears of joy threatening to fall as you put your arms around Leeteuk and kiss him.

He held your back with one hand as the other still had the champagne. You pulled away and looked deep into his eyes. "I'm so glad that you showed up in my life."

"Same to you...cheers?"

You giggles as the glasses clank together before the two of you took a sip.

It was like time stood still as the two of you found solace and peace. "Hey...I got this video for you I want you to watch." He unlocks his phone and hands It to you to watch the video. As you watched you didn't notice he was recording with a camera where u couldn't see.

ఌ︎ꨄ︎ఌ︎ꨄ︎ఌ︎

"Hey guys it's Leeteuk here and I think I just found the one. The love of my life. The rose in my garden of thorns. And the light to my darkness. Without her I'm sure I'll be nothing. Yes, all I need is here and I'll feel like I have everything I've ever wanted in this world."

ఌ︎ꨄ︎ఌ︎ꨄ︎ఌ︎

You were confused as the video suddenly cuts off. "Baby you know we first got together on your birthday right?" Leeteuk as his eyes started tearing up.

"Yes happy anniversary baby what's wrong?" The two of you got up and looked at the waters. "I want to make it more special for you."

You caught Leeteuk getting on one knee and immediately started crying. "We've been in the dating stage. I've given you my promise ring of devotion. And now I'm giving you this ring, for you to be my future wife. You know so little of how much you mean to me and I want to prove it to you. Y/n L/n would you marry m-"

"Yes! Yes Leeteuk I will marry you!" You quickly hugged him which caused the both of you to fall. But you didn't care you just wanted him and he wanted to till the end of your days. You felt truly cherished and adored on your special day.

[hoshinokaabi-secretsanta]

From: @sadfragilegirl (Twitter) (AO3)

To: @spookyboo117

Message from Santa: "Hello, Spooky aka spookyboo117, this is Queennie and I'm your Secret Santa of Hoshino Kaabi Secret Santa 2023 Event. I hope you enjoy this gift I made for you. Have a Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and Happy New Year to you! I 'Poyo' You!"

[worthless-misery]

I read your diary entries and I have to say that I want to give you a hug.

As a person with Autism, I had that way too sometimes. I remember back in 2018 during my first Tumblr days for a very long time ago, I got an anonymous hate for telling everyone that I am born with Autism since I was young. They even called me dramatic...

There's also a time when I lost my mutuals. I know losing a mutual by deactivating their accounts is sad but losing my mutual by blocking is hurting inside. I even tried to look for new mutuals but they either ignored or blocked me. I've been deactivating my Tumblr accounts twice.

By the way, this is the third time I signed up to Tumblr since last year.

And, as I get older, it's harder to find and make new friends in both online and offline. I get depressed when I don't have to talk to somebody.

I want you to know that it wasn't your fault. There is little hope...

I remember when I kept saying that everything's lost all hope but they told me that there is hope that I have to keep trying, even it is hard for me to do.

Nobody's perfect. We all have scars, weaknesses, heartbreaks, trials, struggles...If I imagine that I can see you in person, I will go hand in hand and walk towards this roughest road together. That's what I do everytime.

So with that...I see you...I feel you...I hear you...I love you just the way you are.

Love,

Queennie

Hey... Thank you so much for this, it got me tearing up a bit lol. 💖

I want to give you a hug too, Queenie. I love you just the way you are too. I can tell you're an amazing person and deserve only the best. ♥️💕💕

Sending lots of love your way 🥹💖💖💖

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

I might going to start playing Love and Deepspace so...Wish me luck since I'm not keen on playing RPG games. (And I hope I have good luck when it comes to gacha... 😭)

Also, when it comes to buying in app purchases, I always ask permission to my mom even I'm still old enough. (For safety reasons....)

Happy Sunday to you. Hope your weekend is wonderful as well. 🩷

Love,

Queennie

ouuuhh 😭😭😭 the best of luck omg!! it's a complete rabbithole queennie, they do so well at tempting you to spend money... i'm glad you'll have someone to make sure you don't spend needlessly! 😭🤲

also i send ALL the good luck to you with the gacha!! 💖

[hellcatinnc]

Rafayel's birthday is on March 6th! (Love and Deepspace)

Also, what kind of moving out? Is out moving out to your new Tumblr account or moving out to a new house?

I love Xavier for me hehe. Will you show your favorite screenshots of him? Don't worry, take your time. Your priority is yourself. 🌟

Hope you're having a great day ahead.

Love,

Queennie

Hey hun, I'm so excited about Rafayel's birthday been enjoying it in game for sure... Moving to a new place in my town, I plan to go no where when it comes to my tumblr I have put way too much work into this one :D I can definitely post some of my favorite memories as well as some of my favorite shots of him.

Xavier has grown on me alot. I went into the game for Zayne, had no interest in Xavier, was curious about Rafayel. Reality hit and I fell hard for Rafayel and then Xavier the naughty bunny creeped in and won me over and Zayne I still waiting to be wooed he is hot, but he just isn't the one for me however still wouldn't throw him out of bed either haha.

I'm doing good though just trying to take some mental relax days after the move but its over now I'm in my new place unpacked some now just gonna relax for a few days before I do more of that stuff. Hope your doing good today too hun big hugs.... :D Stop by anytime!

[sadfragilegirl]

Yesterday, is a good day!

1. Got a Harmony path for the MC even I didn't go to Penacony yet. (I'm stuck at The Xianzhou Luofu so pardon me)

2. More importantly...FIREFLY CAME HOME! AND I EVEN GOT HER LIGHT CONE TOO! (AKA, I'M A FIREFLY HAVER NOW!)

[julie-finlay]

the lamp hbo for the ask

thank you for knowing it would take me 6 years to answer and linking the source post xx

Lamp HBO

otp: ThiefGuardThiefGuardThiefGuard except sometimes it's absolutely ThiefTess

favourite canon pairing: still ThiefGuard :3 or for non-romantic then ThiefTeller

worst pairing ever: my flippant off-the-cuff answer was MagisTeller, but I accidentally read an untagged TagoNie fic once and it still wakes me up at night sometimes. or DescendNie ndjksnjk.

guilty pleasure pairing: definitely ThiefTess and I looove fics and meta exploring their backstory, but (don't bully me), I'm still interested in exactly what went down between Thief and Tago.

a pairing you want to see more: QUEENNIE ALWAYS ALWAYS

that pairing everyone likes but you’re like “lol no”: Does Tago x Reader count? lol. Again flippantly MagisTeller but I wouldn't say they're universally beloved.

favorite non-romantic pair: ThiefTeller have my whole whole whole whole heart <3

[thiefguard]

NieQueen

Smoothie: I love them but they hurt me. I love them but they hurt each other. Even if it was unintentional. Even if it was the last thing they ever wanted. We weep for a pair of doomed by the narrative gals just trying their best to love and be loved.

Therapy: not derogatory !!! just because of the All Consuming Sadness

30k hurt/comfort fic: need it? Check. Might be the one to write it? Check!

Ughhhhhh honestly i just gave so many feels about them lately. Ofc we know how it turned out but I just want to give them the softest gentlest au where they get to live each other their whole lives long 😭😭😭😭

[newyorkig-blog]

Queens, New York 🍎 @sylviagaya . . Not fancy. No prententiousness. Usually passed over for Manhattan. But, every once in a while, it likes to show off and remind everyone that it can hang with the big boys too. Next time you're in NYC, come by, visit, and see for yourself! . . #newyorkig #queenny #nyc https://www.instagram.com/p/Bw47Ab0AarM/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=q3x41lvm921i

[lilianamelo01]

Great day! The best celebration of #ValentinesDay2021 sharing and helping the needest. More than 350 families got vegetables for one week today. Generosity is the way to calm down the pain... Thank The Light of the World Church Queens, New York for helping my district. Thank for all volunteers! Big support! #FoodGiveaway #QueenNY #SolidarityIsPower (at Jackson Heights) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLTRzN2lnWN/?igshid=k0u044e4lwzc

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

Hello again, it's me, Queennie!

Anyway, here's what happened last night.

Last night, I muster up my courage to listen the Xavier 5 cards on YouTube since I don't play the game too often with my earphones and trying to slowly turn up the volume because his voice makes my heart beat so fast if I turned all the way up.

I tried listening the Heartstring Symphony and Tender Night and oh my goodness...I feel blushing already. (The Kindled scene parts are the killer ones aahahahaha). My heart is killing me ahkskshdakkakdhfh. The Heartstring Symphony brought my heart beats faster because of Xavier shirtless (with his bandages) is so hot. And the Tender Night one ... I died with the part with the "move the camera downward". (I listened it with the English dubbed voice because damn...why is his voice looked so hot?!)

I forgot to add one more detail of my request of Xavier passionate and romantic smut thing, it's a oneshot one so can you do oneshot of my request?

I hope you're doing well today. Have a very productive day. But don't push yourself too hard, okay?

Ingat and Salamat po.

Love,

Queennie

queennie!! <333

oh sweetie,,,,, have you seen the little details in xavier's tender night card... this might be an interesting thread to go through because when i Tell You i choked on my coffee 😭🙌 (i agree though, xavier's va is so ?!?!?!?!!!! chefs kiss !!!!!)

i'll do my Very Best to bring it to oneshot wordcount, yes !!! 🫡 (but since it's xavier, there was a 90% chance it would end up being a oneshot anyway oops)