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lavenoon · 1 year

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For those of us who may want to write fics including Robin but are too nervous... Can we have some tips for how to characterize them? What are their vibes, are there some things to think of/remember when writing them?

I once described them as "tryhard, repressed trust issues, craves connection. aloof with anyone who poses a (perceived) threat to them, kind of awkward when not" (not on here, so no one needs to look gfhdj) but I'll go into a bit more detail!

First, I wanna state that while I left their family situation vague for self insert purposes, they way anything AU related is written, they aren't close with their family. The duplex is inherited, but they don't grieve the previous owner by the time they move in. I won't specify when this person died or who it was, as it's really just to set up the premise, and you can invent whatever for your purposes!

They're still distant, laying the groundwork for Robin's inevitable loneliness. They live alone, in a city they didn't grow up in, where they don't know anyone. When they first move in, they're excited for the possibilities! The world's their oyster and they sure are nonbinary (/ref), so they set out and explore. Happen to get scouted by a private intelligence firm, and hey, why not! (Better than getting in trouble for technically trespassing, oops).

They've always enjoyed spy movies and series, they do parkour, so of course they enjoy the secret agent life. They get a kick out of finding the craziest, most impressive way to do something - think macgyver in the sense that they like to work with what they have, but also kim possible in that they love highly specific gadgets too. Bonus points if personalized

With time, they start internalizing that enthusiasm more and more when it isn't met in kind by the people around them. That's when they start to withdraw socially, and the isolation really kicks in. After having their energy be met with scorn they start mistrusting people, refusing to really show themself, and stick more to the star agent role they earned. No one can take that from them, even if they make fun of their methods.

And so they lean into that, extremely so. They work hard, they aim higher and higher, until they feel like no one can take this success from them. But they also don't care to talk to anyone anymore, having been burnt too often, and they pretend they're fine with it, really.

Robin falls into a monotony, chasing after happiness at work because that's their only source for it, not realizing just how damaging this lifestyle is to them in the long run. They're completely isolated after years of this - and then they gain a rival, and a few short months later, a neighbor (and later, both <3)

With their rival, Robin is not on good terms before ever even speaking to him. There's a rookie, who after just a few short months gains such a reputation to be considered almost as good as them, after putting in years of work? They don't know him, and if he's another one of those stuck up idiots who ridicule them for what brings brought them joy, then they have no interest in humoring him, either. That's why they react with hostility, and take a while to warm up to their respective rival (mostly once they see his quirks, too. Dusk and his gimmick and playful attitude, Dawn and his flashy suits and flair for the dramatic). Then it's on (in Dusk's case. rip rival Dawn, you could've had it all) and they enjoy the banter and the races and the bets <3

With their neighbor they basically scramble for anything. "Nice person living next to me. My tenant? I don't know how landlords act there are no cool landlord movies. Uhhhh okay no neighbor is close enough. Offer eggs or sugar? Wait, animatronics don't eat. What do I do?" So they don't have any scripts for this situation, because they can't counter it with just polite small talk like you'd do with the cashier of the grocery store, or the aloof attitude they keep towards other agents, and those are the only types of socialization they get. They do try to be nice, and don't mean to overstep, but when faced with friendly, civilian contact? They crave that more than they even know, and get just a bit clingy among the awkwardness. It helps that their neighbor seems just as awkward, but in the end nice - so they feel reassured, and safe enough to continue trying, until they figure out again just how exactly friends work <3

#answer let luce #anonymous #accidentally undercover #the duplex is inherited bc any other homeowner Y/N reasoning felt. *too* unrealistic #rip the housing market #and y/n's unnamed relative #in the end tho #robin *is* supposed to be a y/n - a self insert for anyone reading #so you can also just write them however #i certainly wont be mad or anything fgdhsj #im just. hyped that ppl wanna write them at all actually whoops #I hope this helps tho!!#they went through a lot of blorbofication and I'm sorry they feel more like an OC now than a blank insert #but then again... gotta write them somehow #so their character is basically excited about spy movies + years of circumstances molding them into who they are now #that should work I hope <3

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todayisafridaynight · 7 months

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hi snap ^^ your y3 stream inspired me to also do a speedrun of it but instead i got down the rabbit hole of reminiscing about the game and mostly mine and daigo and minedai and- anyways i went back to ur minedai works bc they're still some of my fav minedai stuff ever TM you just draw a specific flavor of minedai that's just the best

related to that (hopefully isnt a weird question but) do you have any fic recs for them 👀 i trust your judgement on having good taste on minedai fics. it's been a while since ive been to the tag lol and i always like reading people's recommendations (btw nsfw or not is fine. I'm Old)

im so sorry ive trapped you into doing y3 speedruns BUT FR THANK YOU I HOPE YOU HAVE FUN !!! it really is a fun run to do once you get the ball rolling lol...

i sometimes look at my old minedai stuff too i wont lie.... im very good at making things for myself to enjoy woah... but yeah do not be fooled... i still love them immensely.... so im glad those works still hold up for other people, it means a lot that theyre still good to an extent :)

as for fic recs not a weird question at all - happy birthday to this old thing i made back in august last year nothings changed LMAO

#snap chats #i need to make my fic rec a part of an faq at this point ive been asked bout it four times now im p sure #but yeah... you and me both anon i dont really read fanfiction anymore #when it comes to making minedai stuff tho its very funny to me #cause i be like 'am i making too much other stuff' when 1.) its not my job to make minedai stuff. i mean it could be--#2.) even with the amount of arakawa family stuff i post its still not even halfway to the amount of minedai and mine/daigo solo stuff i pos #the thing about liking 'less popular' characters and/or pairings is i feel weirdly responsible to draw them #tragic to the people who dont like me but like the pairing like LMAO SORRY. ONLY FOOD'S FROM ME BUSTER #with minedai tho thats not really a problem. i think ??#im ngl im also p particular bout how theyre portrayed and ik my way of doing it's kiiinda different #i mean i dont really see minedai works from western artists its mostly just eastern so if youre not in that scene uhh Oops <3 #so its like. im comfortable knowing theres at least a handful of people still showin love to the boys when im not #ive talked about this like ninety times already so i wont go into it any more than i already have #anyway ty for enjoying my stuff whether its my cringe speedruns or my goofy minedai posts <3

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troonwolf · 1 year

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I just woke up from a nap to say everyone in Episode 5 is almost randomly and cartoonishly terrible, even Daniel. I’ve never been brought to dislike a whole cast of characters so quickly.

Lestat: Being made into a violent abuser and husband-beater out of the blue, completely at odds with the book personality everyone on the team claims to have read. Has basically had his canon endgame ship of 40+ yrs ruined because they’ve taken his toxicity to such an extreme where no one in their right mind would want him to be forgiven. This either confirms we’re not getting a S3 or if we do it’s not going to be Lestat’s POV. I don’t know how they could make him the protagonist after this, which is ridiculous because he’s TVCs main protagonist. Unless ep5 events turn out to be a lie idk what they can do.

Louis: All at once loses all the agency we enjoyed from him in the first episodes. Doesn’t go looking for Claudia, just sits around leaving whiny voice messages. Doesn’t try to repair his relationship at home either. Just sits around for the better part of a decade making immature jabs at his husband, while giving him false hope by being there in the first place.

Claudia: Treated like the innocent both in narrative and by fandom as if she is an actual human 14 yr old, when she’s actually a murderous adult who has killed x10 more than the other murderous adult, without needing to. Understandably vanishes because of their treatment of her but when she returns decides without discussion she’s just going to take Louis away from the person who stayed. (And Louis just stands there because again, lost his agency.)

Daniel: Being weirdly and excessively cruel in this episode in specific, the episode that handles the SA of someone who appears to be a little girl and is regardless, the daughter of the man he’s speaking to. The things he says about Claudia are crassly creepy and serve his character no purpose but to make him as unlikable as everyone else in this episode.

Rashid did nothing wrong. Good Boy Rashid.

I don’t like any of these people anymore and if that was what they were going for then they did a bang up job 10/10

My main annoyance is that Loustat is canonically endgame and I was looking forward to a show that actually gives us the nuances of their relationship, especially the romance.

Not sure if “we’ll give you the canon gay vampires but only to turn one of them into a husbandbeater” is better than nothing tbh.

#maybe nothing is better honestly #amc interview with the vampire #iwtv #amc iwtv #lestat de lioncourt #louis pointe du lac #daniel malloy #claudia de pointe du lac #I forgot read mores wont work on my blog because of the redirect #sorry for all the text

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foxgirlplushie · 2 years

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fool of a fox that I am, I didn't read your about until recently. making music sounds so cool!! what sorta music do you compose, and do you have any projects you're really proud of?

Oh god so fair warning that is *years* out of date, that was three entire jobs ago and I haven't written music in far too long

HOWEVER!! That job was mostly writing bland corporate stuff as background for ad videos, but I did get to do audio post work on two different feature films, which was. An Experience

When I get to write music for fun it's mostly ambient minimal electronic looping kinda bullshit

#i mostly stopped because cubase licences are waaaaaaaaaay too expensive and im too lazy to learn another program #i keep telling myself ill teach myself reaper but. yknow. life happens #currently i work in a grocery store bakery #i could do a whole seperate post on how working in film convinced me that the movie industry is entirely a tax writeoff for rich assholes #but i wont #if youre still reading this and you wanna know more about what kind of music i like go listen to Hiroshi Yoshimura Music from Nine Postcard #asks #sorry friend this is far too long i got carried away

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suncakeartcive · 1 year

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Eugene HC/Lore Ramble-post

-deep breath- His full name is Eugene “Rocky” Koal Bronco

He’s the nephew of Gonzo, who took care of him as a kid. Gonzo has kids of his own, Eugene’s cousins, Melba and Ozzie. (Humanized AU Specifically IG?) Due to being raised by his uncle in Australia, he has a bit of the accent. But he’s actually half Puerto Rican on his father’s side. His mother was from Australia though (and was Gonzo’s sister.) He hasn’t touched any of those roots though due to losing his parents, sadly. He did pick up his dad’s aesthetic though. He is actually a really big caregiver no thanks to a lot of stuff happening in his childhood. Gonzo took him in after the tragic and sudden death of both his sister and his brother-in-law, but not long too terribly long after that his own wife ended up passing away due to underlining illness reasons. (Ozzie has some of the hereditary illnesses from his mom, so he’s kept an eye on but he’s doing relatively well dw /lh) He gained a special interest in music and dedicated his time attempting to learn how to play every instrument he could - though his pride and joy to do is playing guitar. He just likes the bragging rights that he can play a lot of instruments due to his fixation. He loves all types of music, all types. Music makes him very stimmy and is practically his whole life. He’s a nerd like that. Catch is, he has no idea how to read music notes. Ironically, he still passed through college just fine somehow. He was accepted into college and that is where he meets his main friend group. Just before enrolling for the year, he met Bud while as a club to celebrate being accepted. Bud, however, was there to celebrate his own birthday. But was being an awkward wallflower, due to being with his brother’s a majority of the time. (That’s a separate story though. ;) ) (Side note: For the sake of reference, they’re 21 here. Eugene is 21, Bud is just turning 21. Let’s say, if this was based on real life time - this would be 2010. 12 years ago--) The two became very close friends almost instantly and only *later* realized they’d be going to the same college with roughly the same major. So, they agreed to be roommates, bunking with an older couple going back to college and having their own living courters rather than a dorm. (This would be Elise and Barold.) The other people they met in college are Shep, Kyle, Cherry, Lopez, and Peewee - and though he separates himself from the group and is a bit older, Wolfgang is still included sometimes. /t Shep was a solo artist, as was Kyle. Cherry, Lopez, and Peewee had their own band. And Eugene and Bud were on the build of making a band - but really all it was was Eugene and Bud agreeing to make music together. And sometimes their side roomies, Barold and Elise, would chime in to help. (They were nice. Supportive. It was only fair lol) The group were really close and good friends. Going to band battles together, pretending to be rivals, and supporting each other in contests and concerts they’d have to perform. It was all very sweet. Eventually, during one contest - in which Eugene’s “band” didn’t exactly end up winning but they had fun regardless, while packing up they’re bummed by K.K. Slider himself. He insists he likes their passion and wanted to do a cover of their song featuring them and turn it into an album. Being dorky college kids just excited K.K. liked their energy, of course they agree. (-holds up K.K. Ska- this is the birth of this) Soon after that was graduation time - and Eugene had plans to travel the world. Leaving all this behind and making something of himself on his own, even though he hated the concept of being alone and restarting. Everything he’s ever known has been here, especially his family. But he wanted to at least try to take a step out there, and he’d always be welcomed back. To his surprise, Bud charged to travel with him. Making arrangements with his family, another thing that was hard for Bud to let go - he insisted he’d go with Eugene out in the world. So... it was the two of them, traveling to new places and continuing to be really close friends. That is until the third act breakup scene, (I am so sorry), where Eugene started to let things get to his head. He became really selfish and cocky, very unlike him - what with his newfound glory and immediately getting a girlfriend he just met. (Which backfired, mind you.) He started treated Bud like he was weighing him down, and Bud was really hurt by it. Eventually Bud confronted him about his attitude, as well as concerns about his girlfriend only caring about him if he has this air about him. Which wasn’t truly him, not like Bud had known. Of course, it caused a whole fight. Eugene at the time was heavily in denial he’d done anything wrong and blamed Bud for everything, even accusing him of jealousy. He went on a rant about how he’s evolving and growing and how Bud needs to learn how to do that to, it’s “what the trip was for.” And that if Bud didn’t like the new him, he didn’t need him anymore. And as much as it broke Bud to do it, Bud agreed that maybe they didn’t need each other anymore. And started to ghost him. (It was extremely difficult, due to Bud being a naturally forgiving person who’s very hard to make angry tbh. he doesn’t like feeling upset.) But naturally this is the part where we learn Bud was right about everything - and Eugene gets dumped due to his girlfriend only fancying him for gains or the fact he would be famous. He’s actually a bit of a nobody, and actually hated the drama that came with genuinely being popular - he backed out of the idea of becoming some famous well-known musician and was never going to become that. It caused her to bail, learning he won’t “provide for her like she needs.” She immediately treated him like she didn’t know him, either. Immediately crying wolf if he attempted to further communicate with her about things - causing publicity stunts and such, and even further solidifying Eugene did NOT want this life for himself. He breaks down a bit and gets a pep talk from Gonzo, who’s extremely supportive and caring for him - and can also be blunt when he needs to hear things. If he was the asshole, Gonzo would outright say it. And he appreciated that. As he should have appreciated when Bud said it too. He attempts to make up with Bud, which takes a few more days of silence between the two of them but Bud agrees to forgive him. But on the other hand, he had decided to go ahead and go through with the plan of leaving Eugene behind. Going somewhere on his own, making new friends - learning the two can’t be tied together at the hip anymore. And as painful as it was, Eugene had to accept that too. Bud officially moves away, and Eugene is alone again. Thankfully due to his small interest in mechanic work, he had a small business going about that instead. Again, popular dramatic music life just wasn’t for him. He settled in a place where he’d repair people’s vehicles - in his own home-built shop, even. This is how he ends up meeting Olaf, who needed his car repaired rather quickly... But I think that’s enough rambling for now, and that he and Olaf’s story can be told a little later. ;) -exhausted exhale-

#🍓 lore #eugene animal crossing #if it has any typos or anything dont @ me #this was literally me rambling rather than making a professional post #I GOT THE READ MORE TO WORK THANK GOD #I wont want ppl having to scroll through all that on mobile im so sorry lol #also spoilers but uh the ex is monique #eugenique shippers youre so valid ily #my version was just toxic im sorry theyre not shipped in my final canon #i wanted to make a reference to monique and eugene being paired together but something about it #felt very moviestar-esque #and with it being moviestar-esque my brain went mmm... bad for each other #tho dw I won't shit on Monique she's not relevant to the story anymore pm lol

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darkwater-reservoir · 2 years

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I owe you an apology

Summary: after tucker and tsv's fight the 2 apologize to each other.

A/N: i call tsv Tyler or Ty for short so that is how he is referred to in this fic

Pairings: none

Rating: G

It was stupid of him to say something like that. It was rash and rude and horrible of him to bring up Flynn when he didn't even know what actually happened. Tucker didn't say a word when he left and Ty was too fucking livid to saying anything back. He just silently watched him get out of the car and walk away. He didn't even look back.

It had been 6 hours since that happened and the weight of the situation was finally setting in. Tucker wasn't coming back and it was all his fault. He lost another friend because he simply just couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Tyler sat alone in the driver's seat of the car, still in park at the side of the road. He didn't know why or what he was waiting for. Did he think Tucker would come back? Was he waiting for a We The People member to come and finish the job? Ty just pulled his face into his knees and silently cried. What else could he do? He fucking ruined everything again.

Then there was a knock on the window. Tyler immediately reached for the gun in the cup holder and prepared himself for conflict but he lowered it when he saw who it was "Tucker?"

"Could you unlock the door? Its cold out here"

Tyler could have made a snide remark about him being back so soon but he honestly couldn't bring himself too. He was just happy to see him again and hastily unlocked the doors.

Tucker hopped in the passenger side of the car and immediately placed his hands infront of one of the vents "oh thank God its cold as all hell out there"

Tyler didn't respond. He didn't know how to. He knew he had to apologize but he just couldn't find the words. But he knew he had to say something.

Tucker just looked at him and sighed "look, i owe you an apology-"

"No. You don't"

"Yes I do. You should continue your account. Its the whole reason were doing this and to just give up now would be fucking stupid-"

"No you're right"

Tucker pauses "what?"

"It is stupid" Ty continued "I should have stopped this account years ago. People just keep getting hurt because of it and its just- not worth it anymore. But im not giving it to those We The People fucks either"

He had to apologize. He had to make this right.

"And im sorry. I shouldn't have brought up Flynn at all like that. It wasn't my place to do that especially where everyone could see it. You're a good friend and you did everything you could to help him and Nat" Tyler sighed "and me. You've helped me too and I'm so grateful for that. Fuck, I'm grateful for knowing you at all"

Tucker hugged him "i forgive you, but you're not stopping TheSunVanished. If we stop now then all of this would be for nothing. All I ask is that you stop making important decisions using polls, ok?" Tyler just nodded and hugged him back, enjoying his friend's embrace. Its been years since anyone has hugged him or touched him at all, really, and he had forgotten how good it felt. He missed being this close to someone.

When Tucker pulled away Ty was disappointed at the lack of contact but quickly pulled himself together. Tyler then pulled out his phone and opened Twitter. Tucker grimaced "you're not going to post about this right now, are you?"

"No. I'm messaging the informant"

Tucker blinked "what?"

"We have to find Nat, don't we? And we clearly aren't making any progress aimlessly driving around the city so we're using the only lead we have"

"I doubt they'd respond it's been months"

"Maybe not but it's worth a shot. Its not like we have anything else" Tyler presses send on the message he typed and turns his phone off "we can't keep living in fear anymore. That was the whole point of this wasnt it? So we're taking the risk"

Tucker smiles "thank you"

Tyler smiles back and sinks back into the car seat and closes his eyes "don't mention it"

#the sun vanished #tsv #tucker #TSV AND TUCKER SPLITTING UP ACTUALLY BROKE ME SO I HAD TO MAKE A FIX IT FIC WHERE THEY ACTUALLY HAVE A PRIVATE CONVERSATION AND APOLOGIZE #FOR THE SAKE OF MY OWN MENTAL HEALTH SHSBSJDGJ YOU'RE WELCOME #also this is my first time posting a fic on Tumblr (or anywhere since my amino days really) so uh sorry if thr formatting is weird!!#tsv fanfic #the sun vanished fanfic #i dont have an ao3 (yet!) so im just posting this here for now #this fic is platonic which is why its not tagged as sunny forest #nat #flynn #wtp #it wont let me add a read more for some reason???#so sorry about that :(#NVM I GOT THE READ MORE TO WORK!!!#the informant #fanfic #thesunvanished

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dysaren · 4 months

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husband!gojo ✮| headcannons

gojoxfem!reader

MDNI -> warnings: afab reader (but anyone can read yk), sfw&nsfw, arranged marriage, slight angst, comfort, pet names, flufflufffluff!, cunnilingus, gojo is pussy whipped, fingering, creamycreamycreamiest creampies, reader calls gojo daddy!, tummypushing

a/n: i had a dream abt this with some random guy and when i woke up i was so disappointed :(( LOL angwah heres some quick gojo headcannons bc i truly miss him and im so lonely.

husband!gojo who you married per each family’s request, making your marriage an arranged one.

husband!gojo who hated the idea of being tied down.

husband!gojo who couldnt wait for the ceremony to end, however when he watched you walk down the aisle, looking so innocent, he felt a tug at his heartstrings.

husband!gojo who didnt know what to do when on your honeymoon. he didnt know whether or not to interact with you or to keep his distance like he promised himself. he decides for the latter.

husband!gojo who enjoys coming to work everyday after his honeymoon because his cute little wife always delivers his lunch to him despite not asking you to.

husband!gojo who starts to soften even more when he sees that you wait for him to come home from work. youre usually sleeping on the couch. he gently scoops you up in his arms and takes you to bed.

husband!gojo who sees that you start getting tired of the routine after a while. making his lunches, waiting for him to come home late. you stop delivering his lunches personally, opting to just give it to him before he leaves in the morning. he doesnt see you when he comes home either.

husband!gojo who makes sure to wash up before slipping into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you . he missed you.

husband!gojo who feels you wake the next morning, obviously confused to see his arms around you. he sighs before bringing you closer to his chest.

husband!gojo who whispers apologies and sweet nothings in your ear as you settle yourself into him with suspicion.

he strokes your head as he says. “im sorry. i know you didnt want this marriage either. im sorry that youve been doing all this alone. i promise ill be here for you. just tell me what you need and i will do everything to help you. youve changed me y/n.”

you look at him, with creased eyebrows, obviously still not trusting him fully.

“ill give you time.” husband!gojo sighs as he lets go of you to get ready for work. you still make him lunch that day.

husband!gojo who comes home and doesnt see you on the couch. he understands that he needs to wait for your response but there is a small part of him that is wondering whether or not you have left.

husband!gojo who sighs in relief when he opens the door to your shared bedroom, seeing you all dolled up in a pretty pj set, sitting comfy on the bed.

husband!gojo who smiles when he sees your face brighten in delight. you walk up to him.

husband!gojo who is surprised when you wrap your arms around him and kiss him with your soft lips. he groans into the kiss, regretting the fact the he never kissed you after the wedding.

husband!gojo who melts to your touch as your bring him to the bed. you remove his jacket and tie as your straddle him, kissing him more harshly.

husband!gojo who makes sure youre okay with with what’s going to happen next. he kisses you again when you say yes.

husband!gojo who takes his sweet time with you. stripping you from your garments,leaving you bare infront of him. he sinks his long fingers into your sopping cunt, your head lolling back in pleasure.

husband!gojo who’s eyes roll back when he finally tastes you. youre addcitive. he laps up your juices, swirling his tongue on your clit. you cum twice on your husband’s tongue, his hands holding your legs apart so they wont close. his fingers continues to scissor you until youre screaming.

husband!gojo who fucks you in missionary position, making sure to watch your face as your react to the pleasure hes giving you.

husband!gojo who cums inside of you only to turn that cum into a creamy mess around your pussy as he pounds into you some more. he can feel his creampie dripping out of you and down his balls.

husband!gojo who enjoys how loud youve become. moaning obscenities and calling him daddy. he wants to fuck you till your dumb!

“fuck princess, youre so fucking messy. fuc—nghh..” he tries to speak but your pussy is squeezing him too well he can barely get words out.

“please daddy!! i need—aghh.. i need you! dont stopp—ahh…” you groan as you have your fourth orgasm of night.

husband!gojo who watches hearts form in your eyes when he cums inside of you for the final time. you can feel his warmth trickling into your womb.

husband!gojo who pulls out and watches his loads flood out of you. he presses on your stomach, watching as more cum gushes out of you.

husband!gojo who brings a warm towel to wipe up the cream around your sex. you moan as he does so, still recovering from all of your orgasms.

husband!gojo who wraps you up into his arms once again, praising you for how well you did.

“you did so good love..” he says stroking your back.

husband!gojo who reminds you that he has fallen in love with you and will do anything and everything in his power to make sure that you are comfortable in this marriage with him.

husband!gojo who knows the two of you will be okay when you peck him on the lips and tell him that you love him.

#gojo x you #jujutsu gojo #gojo smut #gojo fluff #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojou satoru x reader #gojo saturo #jujutsu kaisen

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highvern · 2 months

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When I Kissed the Teacher

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, humor

Summary: Mr. Kim has a crush, to his students that much is clear. It's also clear that you like him too. What happens when a group of meddlesome ten year olds decide to play cupid for their two favorite teachers?

Warnings: science teacher mingyu, grammar teacher reader, meddling students, crushes, flirting, lots of candy and coffee

Length: ~5.2k

Note: it's here! thank you to @gyuwoncheol and @gyuswhore for beta reading and to my lovely @tomodachiii for fact checking my knowledge of primary school lol

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This blog is intended for 18+ only! Minors/blank blogs will be blocked!

Turning from the white board, Mingyu faces the room full of weary children. Mondays are hard. Early mornings are hard. Learning the difference between reptiles and mammals first thing on Monday morning is downright torture. But it’s nothing a little bribery (read: candy) can't fix.

"Alright class, today we're learning about animals! Who remembers what a mammal is?"

Mingyu barely finishes his sentence before a sharp knock interrupts.

“Mr. Kim,” you seethe from the doorway.

Mingyu turns around immediately, eyes wide in fear at your tone. “Yes?”

“Can I speak with you? In the hallway?”

The class of ten year olds “ooooh” as their teacher trails after you like a kicked puppy. If they weren't awake before they sure are now. He shoots a silencing look back before dipping out the door where you wait, foot tapping impatiently.

“Would you like to explain where all my printer paper went?”

Mingyu tries to play dumb. “I don’t know?”

“Oh really?" You blink. "Because I found the box in the workroom and guess what was on the printer? More of your worksheets for your class!”

“How do you know they were for my class?”

You don’t answer, in favor of shoving the animal themed coloring sheets into his chest harshly.

“Listen, anyone could have…” He trails off under your withering glare.

“If you need paper, ask!”

Mingyu burns under the reprimand. “Oh, like you asked to use my paints last month?”

“That was an accident!" you argue, eyes wide. "And I replaced them.”

“Alright, then I’ll replace the paper I took.”

“Fine.”

With a curt nod, you turn to leave; unaware of the blushing cheeks and heart eyes following your retreating form. But the gaggle of elementary students waiting for Mingyu's return see them clear as day; their fits of shrill giggles and whispers falling on deaf ears as he shakes off the stars clouding his mind.

Mr. Kim, their goofy science teacher, has a crush. And like children are wont to do, they hatch a scheme to help him out.

—

“Alright. Do we remember the difference between fragments and sentences?”

The classroom ripples with tiny voices shouting “yes” with varying degrees of confidence. Their last quiz grades are proof they haven’t quite grasped the subject yet but that’s why you’re planning for an intensive review with them today.

“Awesome! So our warm up today should be a piece of cake. I’ll help with the first one so let's all look at the boa—”

A knock at the door cuts you off. Mingyu stands in the threshold, looking positively mischievous.

“Sorry to interrupt, Ms. y/l/n. But can I speak with you in the hall?”

Forcing a smile, you respond. “Certainly. Class, why don’t you all work with your desk partner on the worksheet and when I come back we’ll go over the answers?”

They break into groups, chattering about everything but the work you’ve assigned; most notably the way Mr. Kim beams as you follow him outside. However, once you’ve crossed beyond the border of the brightly decorated room, twenty pairs of ears strain to hear why Mr. Kim interrupted their morning lesson.

“What's this about?” you ask.

Mingyu smiles, eyes shifting to the floor. “Here's the paper I owed you.”

“You’re kidding.”

Three hefty boxes are stacked next to your door. It’s far more paper than Mingyu used for his color sheets, and more than you’d probably need for the rest of the semester.

“I thought you could use extra since you’re too stingy to share.”

“I’m not stingy!” You scoff.

Mingyu simply flashes another self-satisfied smile before heaving a box into his arms and carrying it into your classroom. He could certainly carry all three boxes at once; anytime there were desks or anything else remotely heavy to be moved, Mingyu did so with ease. But the kids don’t think anything of the way he so obviously drags out the torture.

The kids watch Mr. Kim weave through the maze of tables towards the back of the room.

“Lia, can you open the door for me please?”

The little girl jumps from her desk and bolts for the supply closet, braids bouncy with each step.

“In here okay?” Mingyu asks.

Blinking from your stupor, you turn back to your desk as you answer. “Yeah, it’s…whatever.”

Your class stopped their work to focus on the unfolding drama between their two favorite teachers. They don’t know why you can’t seem to stand their science teacher, and it’s anyone’s guess why Mr. Kim has decided to interrupt their grammar lesson for something so silly. But it’s clear that whenever you two meet an argument is clear to follow. And in the guidebook of elementary school, if you like a girl, you always argue with them.

So enthralled in your silent battle of wits with the peppy man, you miss the two girls plotting in the corner.

Hana turns to her friends with breakneck speed. “Did you see the way Mr. Kim smiled at her?”

“He’s so in love,” Arin sighs dreamily.

“And Miss y/l/n is blushing! We should help them.”

Their whispers are cut off when you clap. “Alright! Back to work!”

Mingyu lingers by the front until you forcibly shoo him away, huffing at the permanent smile stretched across his lips even when the door slams in his face.

“Meet at the tree during recess.”

The two girls nod and return to their worksheets.

A new week comes with new challenges. Today’s is the universe’s determination to make your life as difficult as possible.

Your alarm didn’t go off, your shoddy dryer left you with damp clothes, and your car battery decided a short strike would be a great way to start the freezing morning. There was barely time to wash your face with cold tap water let alone put on makeup or style your hair. To top it all off, the green lunchbox with leftovers from your favorite restaurant sits on the shelf of your fridge which means the crumbled granola bar at the bottom of your purse will finally see the light of day.

Flicking on the lights, you rush to prepare for the day. By the grace of god your first period is planning time so no students witness your near breakdown from the absolute shit storm of the morning. Not much is to be done since you already organized everything you needed Friday afternoon but the tense events of the day leave you feeling off. Not even a cup of coffee with the creamer you reserve for days like these helps the overwhelming unease rippling in the back of your throat.

Your allotted private time washes by and before you know it, a gaggle of students filters into your room, giddy on holiday spirit and sugar. The first five minutes of class are spent reminding them their butts belong in chairs at their own stations, that the warmup is for them to complete on their own, and if they aren’t feeling well enough to do classwork they need to go to the nurse.

Twenty minutes into the lesson and the worksheet for their quiz on Friday finally manages to capture their attention. A few students struggle but most are sailing through. Its the same material as last week just with a new puzzle for them to complete once they have all the correct answers.

“Alright, who can tell me what word fits for number six?” you ask.

The attentiveness you’ve sweated to cultivate all morning dissolves when a volunteer knocks to distribute candy-grams.

“Delivery!” a young woman sings as she enters, dressed in red from head to toe with heart shaped sunglasses and a sparkly headband. Her wicker basket flows with candy bars wrapped with shiny ribbon and cardstock penned with confessions.

The shrill symphony of oohs and ahhs as the kids receive pieces of candy raises the vein on your temple.

“And for Ms. y/l/n!” the young woman sing-songs, heart headband bouncing as she approaches your desk.

The cardstock reads one of the cheesy messages the school provides for the Valentine cards they sell as a yearly fundraiser.

‘I like you a choco-lot! - your secret admirer’

You throw it into a drawer in your desk, oblivious to the crestfallen faces of two little girls watching with rapt attention.

“I don’t think she likes chocolate,” Arin whispers.

“No. Remember during Halloween? She said her favorite candy is Twix. She gave Gabi an extra point on the spelling test when she brought in her halloween candy and gave them to her.”

“Well maybe she’s mad because it wasn’t a Twix!”

“Maybe. But Mr. Kim didn’t react to the note on his desk this morning either,” Hana huffs. “But he was late so maybe he didn’t see it.”

Your second attempt to put class back on track falls flat. Instead of group review, kids come up to your desk one by one to check their answers while you nurse your headache until the bell dismisses everyone to their next destination. Another crop of students flood the seats, emotions running high from who did and didn’t receive candy in their last class. Two students end up arguing about who knows what and then proceed to break into frustrated tears.

You bite your tongue to stop from doing the same and put on one of the movies you reserve for days like these.

When Mingyu walks into your room after school ends and all the kids are dismissed for pick up, you give him a look that sends him turning around and exiting the way he came without a word.

Tuesday brings a better attitude. Mostly because you get to take all of your class to the library for silent reading. But the homemade stirfry sitting in your lunch box in the teacher’s lounge helps too.

Your second period kids spread out through the room, some sprawled across the worn rugs on their bellies while others curl up in the much coveted bean bags; a few choose to hide between the imposing bookshelves, crowded on all sides by the smell of old paper.

With an overly sweetened latte sitting in one hand, and a new novel in the other, you perch at the long table near the librarian's desk to ‘supervise.’

“How did you manage to get a copy of The Gate? I couldn’t even get the pre-order before it sold out.” Elise, the librarian, asks.

You smile into your coffee cup before responding. “Eh, I know a guy.”

“You do? I thought you didn’t date?”

“I don’t.” You nod. “But it doesn’t mean I don’t have connections.”

“Well whoever your ‘connection’ is, send them my way when you're done with him.”

You pretend to ponder before answering, “I’ll think about it.”

Snapping your book shut, you rise to gather the kids to return back to class. It takes several minutes as a few refuse to join the line until their current chapter is finished and Kai pulls out the puppy dog eyes, begging to stay all day to finish his book.

You corral them out the door with promises of more reading time on Friday if they behave well the rest of the week. Some roll their eyes but most nod enthusiastically at the opportunity to skip on their weekly quiz.

Unlocking the door, you unpack your things and find a basket of Valentine’s on your desk to be passed out. Almost all the kids receive at least one, some find two or even three heart shaped sugar cookies on their desk. Your heart squeezes when some of the students decide to divy up their cookies and gift them to the students who didn’t receive a note.

The last cookie at the bottom of the basket has a note with your name on it and a message in the same swirly script as yesterday’s.

We go together like milk and cookies. - your secret admirer

As far as cheesy Valentine’s go, you’ve seen worse. But free snacks are free snacks and the confection tastes great dipped in your coffee.

Your fourth period class focuses on their worksheets, silently deciphering the reading and ticking of questions. You promised whatever group finished first with the most right answers gets a special Valentine treat; full sized candies and extra credit on Friday.

Whatever it takes to keep them focused while you work through grading everything for your other classes.

You don’t notice the man waiting at the door until one of your kids greet their science teacher; a ripple of tiny ‘Hi, Mr. Kim!’s following.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Mingyu announces from the door. “But, ugh, the volunteer accidentally gave me this.”

“Oh! Thanks Min—Mr. Kim.”

You take the can of orange soda from his hand and skim the note.

I have a ‘crush’ on you. - your secret admirer

None of the students can read the note from their seats but you and Mr. Kim look equally bashful.

“What are you guys working on? Mingyu asks, hoping to diffuse the tension.

A cacophony of voice race to explain their assignment. Mingyu pretends to understand, smiling at their enthusiasm and grabbing a worksheet for himself.

He plants himself in one of the tiny plastic chairs next to your desk meant for ten year olds rather than a grown man of his size. It’s comical the way his knees brush his chest and any small move across the slippery seat threatens to land him on the floor.

Reviewing the sheet, Mingyu announces, “Alright, how about if you guys finish your work before me, we can have a pizza party in my class on Friday?”

More screams bounce off the walls.

“You guys can’t finish if you’re talking to Mr. Kim,” you remind them.

The room descends into a cozy calm; the sound of pencils on paper, your keyboard clicks, and the soft jazz from the computer speakers blending together.

You don’t look up to grab the answer key from the corner of the desk, Mingyu huffing from his seat at being caught.

“No cheating,” you smirk under your breath.

“Creative strategy,” he argues.

Instead of answering you shake your head and continue to focus on your own tasks.

Ten minutes and twenty emails later, two groups of students rise and approach your desk at the same time.

“We finished first!”

“No, we did!”

“Guys,” you interrupt them. “I’ll grade them both and whoever has more right wins. Besides, Mr. Kim owes you a pizza party anyway.”

The entire class cheers at the news while Mingyu playfully pouts. Maybe if he hadn’t given up on his worksheet to snoop through the basket full of snacks on your bookshelf, he wouldn’t be eating his own words.

The second group of students to approach your desk ends up victorious. You mark down their candy orders to pick up on your weekly grocery shopping trip on Thursday night before sending them to back up their belongings so you can all head to the cafeteria.

“What’d you bring for lunch?” Mingyu asks as he walks with you to the teachers lounge to retrieve your lunch boxes.

“Pasta salad.”

“Wanna trade?”

“What’d you bring?” you ask, handing him the black grocery bag you know carries his lunch.

“Pasta salad.”

You roll your eyes and kick the fridge shut.

—

After lunch you have another free period. The printing room is empty so you take advantage and make enough copies for the rest of the week. Perhaps Mingyu wasn’t wrong to bring you three boxes of paper.

Lugging the stack in hand, you turn down that hall only to find a familiar face standing guard outside your classroom.

“Arin? Why are you in the hallway? You should be in class.”

“I was just…going to the bathroom!”

“Really? Because there's a bathroom right outside Mrs. Lee’s classroom if I remember correctly.”

“It was gross!”

Considering Mrs. Lee’s classroom sits on the main hallway and intersects with two other grades, it probably looked more akin to a battlefield than a restroom at this time of day.

“Okay…but hurry back. And I’m gonna let Mrs. Lee know what took you so long so she isn’t worried.”

You side step around her but she moves right into your path. And then again. And again.

“Arin, what are you doing?”

“Sorry, Ms. y/l/n. I don’t feel good. Can you walk me to the nurse?”

Crouching to her height, you rest the back of your hand against her forehead. Arin never admits she doesn’t feel well even when she’s tinged green and hacking up a lung. It’s the perfect admission to keep you from peering past the threshold of your classroom and blowing the entire operation.

Until a loud crash and high pitched scream breaks the silence of the hallway.

You jump back up.“What the—”

“Wait!” Arin shouts, throwing her arms and legs wide to block your path like a three foot tall ‘X’.

“Arin, what is going on?”

“Mr. Kim said animals make themselves bigger to be scarier,” Arin says, tiny face scowling.

“And why are you trying to scare me?”

Another bang echoes out the classroom forcing you to pick the little girl up by her armpits and carry her inside with you. She slips from your hold as you stare with a wide mouth at the scene. A desk is pulled up to the board allowing Hana to balance atop it as she scribbles across the chalkboard.

Wil you be my Valintin? - Mr. K

“Hana! What are you doing?”

“Arin!” Hana huffs indignantly.

Arin opens her mouth to respond but the look on your face silences both girls. You help Hana down from the desktop before crossing your arms in front of you and taking a deep breath.

“Sit. Now.”

They trudge to the seats next to your desk; heads hung low, tears brimming in their eyes. Neither has been on the receiving end of such a reprimand before; they’re usually your best behaved students.

You allow them to stew in silence as you right the two chairs Hana knocked over. She doesn’t look injured which is a relief but your nerves are shot from the perplexing situation. Hana and Arin can be troublemakers but they’ve never done anything like this before.

Once you're certain the urge to yell at them is quelled you approach your desk and take a seat. You watch them expectantly. Arin chances a glance up and swiftly looks back to her lap while Hana focuses on the picture at the edge of your desk, blinking away tears.

“Girls,” you sigh. “What were you doing in here?”

“Ms. y/l/n,” Arin blubbers.

Presenting the tissue box, you wait several moments while they both dab their eyes and blow their noses before speaking again.

“We just thought…” Hana starts, glancing at the other girl.

“Thought what?”

“Mr. Kim’s in love with you and we wanted to help!”

“I see.” You nod. “Did Mr. Kim tell you that?”

They look at each other before shaking their heads ‘no.’

Your temple throbs from the situation. A measured breath through your nose sends the girls into a frenzy.

“We can tell!”

“You’re perfect for eachother!”

“And did Mr. Kim ask you to sneak into my classroom while I wasn’t here?”

“No ma’am,” they mumble in unison.

It dawns on you that the two girls have been behind all the gifts you’ve received this week.“Are you two behind all the Valentine’s I’ve gotten?”

“We were just trying to help!” cries Arin.

Moving to crouch in front of them, you wait until they both look up at you.

“It’s very sweet what you were trying to do and I’m sorry I yelled at you. But you can’t sneak out of class. What if something happened and you got hurt climbing the table?”

“I’m sorry,.” Hana says.

“Me too.”

You pass them more tissues to wipe their noses.

“How about we get you two back to class?”

“But what about Mr. Kim?”

“Yeah! He needs to know how you feel.”

“That’s between Mr. Kim and I. Understand? Those are grown up things.”

The repulsion painting their faces forces you to bite back a snort. Instead you offer your hands, pinkies extended towards them both.

“How ‘bout this? I promise to talk to Mr. Kim if you two promise no more meddling. Okay?”

All three of you share a smile as you intertwine their pinkies with your own.

“Now,” you say whilst jumping to your feet. “You are supposed to be in Mrs. Lee’s class. And you are supposed to be at the library.”

Escorting them both back to where they belong, they can’t help but giggle when you pass Mr. Kim’s room and he waves. The question is clear on his face but you shrug your shoulders.

You’ll explain everything later.

You smile knowingly at the corner of the classroom where two little cupids sit as the volunteer brings you a lollipop with a note reading ‘I’m a sucker for you.’

Part of you feels guilty they pooled their own money together to supply you and the teacher next door with treats all week in an effort to play matchmaker. But another part can’t help but laugh. And when you get the chance to tell Mingyu what they’ve planned you’ll no doubt laugh harder.

But because the universe somehow knows you lied to your students the day prior you find your reckoning in the cafeteria.

It was Mingyu’s fault. Or at least that’s what you argue. You barely made it three steps inside the room before the large man bulldozes you; sending his lunch and your own down your fronts in a palette of greens and browns.

His eyes widen in horror as a slice of tomato peels off your shirt and flops to the floor. “I am so sorry!”

“Seriously?” you choke.

The entire school watches with baited breath. Students and teachers alike watch with abject horror as you skirt around the taller man and flee with shaking shoulders and your chin dipped into your chest. Mingyu gapes like a fish as you run by, frozen in place. As hundreds of eyes settle on him, he realizes they all saw how he drenched you in salad and coffee.

Mrs. Lee dismisses him with a nod, silently agreeing to watch his class so he can trapeze out to his car and find something suitable to wear.

—

Mingyu watches the game of kickball unfold across the field, keeping an eye on the rowdier students as they pick teams. But even from a distance he recognizes one face is notably absent.

He finds Kai slumped on a bench at the far corner of the playground using a stick to draw lines in the dirt at his feet.

“Hey, buddy. You feeling okay?” Mingyu asks.

Kai never misses a game of kickball. Even when his arm was in a cast at the beginning of the year, he insisted he only needed one good arm to play defense and neither to play offense. Kai’s mom simply laughed at Mingyu’s concerned email and said her son was exactly like his dad and there was no stopping him if he was set on something.

So to have the little curly haired boy isolated on the far edge of the field is serious cause for concern.

Kai looks up briefly at Mingyu’s approach before returning to his mud art. “Mr. Kim, have you ever liked someone?”

“Liked someone?” Mingyu drops onto the bench next to him.

“Like,” the little boy inhales trying to explain himself. “Like a girl?”

Mingyu snuffs out his chuckle at Kai’s innocent question. “Yeah, why do you ask? Do you like a girl?”

“I–My friend does!”

“Okay,” Mingyu nods.

“And he doesn’t know how to tell her.”

“Well that's tough.”

“How’d you tell the girl you liked?”

“Well,” Mingyu drops to a whisper. “Once upon a time, I had a crush on this girl. And she was the prettiest girl I ever saw. Smart and funny too.”

“Did she run fast?”

The question confuses Mingyu at first but then he remembers he’s talking to a ten year old and the rules of attraction hinge on who gets the swing the highest and jumps off.

“She ran really fast,” he nods. “And she made me so nervous I couldn’t talk to her. My palms got all sweaty and my face turned red.”

“That happens to m—I mean my friend!”

“And it feels like there's a bunch of frogs jumping around your stomach?”

“Yeah,” Kai nods. “So how’d you tell her?”

“Well one day, I finally decided to introduce myself. Walked right up to her, opened my mouth and…poof.”

“Poof?”

“Poof.” Mingyu hangs his head. “I forgot everything I was gonna say to her.”

“What happened after that?”

“She waited a few minutes and then said ‘okay, I’ll meet you at 6:30 for dinner.’”

“She knew you liked her?”

Mingyu nods gravely before imparting his most sage wisdom. “Girls are very smart, Kai.”

“So I should try and tell her I like her?”

“Your friend should at least try,” Mingyu shrugs.

Kai blushes, having been clearly caught. “But what if she doesn’t like him back?”

“That’s okay. It just wasn’t meant to be.”

“Thanks, Mr. Kim. You’re the best!”

“You’re welcome, buddy.” Mingyu gives him a fist bump before shooing him back towards his friends. “Now go play kickball, the boys need your help.”

Kai runs off but a new presence fills the vacant seat on the bench.

“I thought we agreed to keep our romantic life a secret at work.”

Mingyu smiles sheepishly before turning to look at you. “Oh, you heard that?”

“Yeah, I heard,” you smile. “They already think you have a crush on me.”

“Smart kids.” He says, enjoying the way the worn sage button up swallows your figure.

Mingyu loves when you wear his clothes, he told you this morning when you stole his favorite jacket. Which is why you both took almost twenty minutes to gain your composure after he spilled an entire tray of food on you.

Mingyu swears he didn’t do it on purpose. How could he have known you were coming through the door at that very moment? But he’d do it again if it meant seeing you in one of the spare shirts he keeps in the truck again. Even if it meant he’d also sustain minor coffee burns.

“They think I have a crush on you too.”

You watch the way he traces your collar bone, catching the twinkle of the diamond pendant resting at the hollow of your throat; his birthstone. It was the first piece of jewelry he bought you when you started dating almost a decade ago.

You hadn’t taken it off since the day he gave it to you with shaky hands and red ears.

“Do you?” He asks.

“Do I, what?”

“Have a crush on me?”

“Oh Gyu,” you coo at him. “I have the fattest crush on you.”

“Damn right you do.”

Sitting outside with an entire audience of other teachers and students doesn’t allow either of you to fall into the familiar comfort of adorning kisses or airtight hugs. But Mingyu’s pinky brushing yours in the ample space between your figures is enough for now.

Friday is Valentine’s day which means all the kids don red and pink outfits and prepare for a day of candy filled fun. You spent all morning helping the art teacher set up paint stations. Why she cashed in on the long owed favor with such a simple task was beyond you but the monotony is a nice change from the chaos you’ve experienced all week. When second period rolls around, you shuffle back to your classroom; welcomed by the line of students waiting outside your locked door.

“I swear! I saw Mr. Kim and Ms. y/l/n at the grocery store last night.”

“Hana, Ms. y/l/n said its grown up business. Maybe you just saw people that look like them,” Arin shrugs. “And I don’t wanna get in trouble again.”

“It had to be them!”

They quiet down as they walk past your figure, smiling like cherubs when you greet them.

Students file in one by one, shrill voices echoing from excitement. Most cheer about their pizza party with Mr. Kim later that afternoon, a few squeals about the set of Valentine’s their parents sent with them to handout.

Your ears catch a few other snippets of conversation as you wait for the stragglers to make it by.

“Oh my gosh those are so pretty!”

“Those look like the flowers my mommy likes!”

Curiosity gets the better of you, forcing you to step into the room and see what the kids are talking about.

An explosion of pink camellias resting on your desk. Huge blossoms with pale pink petals spill over the sides of the vase, slips of greenery sprinkled throughout. Approaching your desk, the floral aroma fills your nose. The blooms feel like soft velvet under the pad of your finger tracing the largest one in the center of the arrangement.

Who on earth?

As if on cue a mop of black hair peaks in from the hall. Mingyu eyes the bouquet and the pleased look on your face before allowing his own to break into his infamous smile.

“Just wanted to make sure they got here safe,” he calls.

You whip your head up, eyes wide and mouth open at the can of worms he just spilled.

“What?” Mingyu asks innocently. “Can’t a man buy his fiancee flowers?”

He disappears with a wink but his laughter at the chaos he’s stirred up can be heard miles away.

“MISS Y/L/N YOU’RE MARRIED?” Mark screams.

Another shrill voice answers, “Fiancee means they’re almost married, idiot!”

“You lied to us!” Arin and Hana chorus.

Dropping into your chair, you hide your burning face in your hands. Coincidentally it also hides your shy grin from the hoard of ten year olds jumping in their seats at the news.Mingyu is in so much trouble.

A few weeks before the new school year starts, a group of nearly eleven year olds crowd into the pews of the massive church at the center of town. Stained glass reflects patterns over the marble floors, casting them in a rainbow of colors.

Some sit on their hands to calm the adrenaline pumping through their tiny veins. Others rock back and forth in an effort to watch Mr. Kim strut down the aisle in a fancy looking suit.

But all of them gasp when you turn the corner.

You look like a real life princess in your wedding dress, floating towards their science teacher waiting at the altar with tears and a smile matching your own.

When you and Mr. Kim kiss, the girls squeal and the boys blush.

Several rows ahead sits a small group of older students, who’ve long graduated elementary school and are headed to college in a few days. They exchange satisfied smiles and pat themselves on the back for getting their favorite fourth grade teachers together all those years ago.

Maybe now your new classes won’t try playing Cupid like they do every year given Mr. Kim finally married their favorite teacher.

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