Hedlell @HaleyLell

@LO_YellowAries @Orm_Kwong1127 Of course!!!

@LO_YellowAries @Orm_Kwong1127 Oh i thought it's you. That's what happened when I worry too much.

@the_wanderer16 Say less. I’ll write even more!!! 😂❤️

Ling came home carrying too many bags. Orm looked up from the sofa. Then at the bags. Then back at Ling. “Baby.” “Hm?” “What’s all this?” Ling placed the first bag on the table. “Matcha.” Second bag. “Coffee.” Third. “Pastries.” Fourth. “Cake.” Then she carefully held up a small bouquet. “And flowers.” Orm stared. “…For me?” Ling nodded. Orm narrowed her eyes. “Did you make me mad?” “What?” “I don’t feel mad.” Ling blinked. Orm stood and walked over. “Did you forget something?” “No.” “Anniversary?” “No.” “Did you buy something expensive without telling me?” “Orm.” “I’m just checking.” Ling sighed dramatically and handed her the flowers. “Somebody complained about my outfit today.” Orm stopped. “…What?” “They didn’t like it.” “Who complained?” Ling sighed again. “Someone from another department.” Orm frowned. “What did they say?” “They suddenly pulled me aside.” “And?” Ling looked offended all over again. “They looked me up and down and said I need to dress better.” Orm stared at her. “They did WHAT?” “Exactly.” “Baby.” Orm took Ling’s face between both hands. “You look fabulous.” Ling’s pout softened slightly. “Really?” “Obviously.” Orm kissed her cheek. “Don’t listen to them. They’re just jealous.” Ling narrowed her eyes. “You don’t even know them.” “I don’t need to.” “Orm.” “They looked my wife up and down and decided she needed fashion advice nobody asked for.” Ling finally laughed. Orm kissed her other cheek. “You’re gorgeous. Your outfit was gorgeous. And if they have a problem with it, they can look somewhere else.” Ling smiled. “That’s very supportive of you.” “I take my responsibilities as your wife very seriously.” Orm glanced at the mountain of food on the table. “Especially when they come with cake.” Ling laughed. “So this is how you cope?” “Yes.” “By buying things for me?” “I needed to feel better.” Orm picked up the pastry bag. “And this helps?” Ling looked at her. “Watching you enjoy them does.” Orm’s expression softened. “Oh.” Ling shrugged, suddenly shy. “I was upset.” Orm put the bag down. Then wrapped both arms around her. “Come here.” Ling immediately melted into her. Orm kissed her temple. “Next time someone says something stupid about your outfit…” “Hm?” “Call me.” Ling laughed against her shoulder. “What are you going to do?” “Tell you that you look fabulous.” “That’s it?” “And remind you they’re jealous.” Ling smiled. “Very useful.” Orm squeezed her tighter. “Then we buy cake.” Ling laughed. “Deal.” #LingOrmWivesAU #LingOrmAU #หลิงออม

@ormsnotgonnafat 🥹

@mr_wandernox ❤️

Another Sunday. Orm had already declared the run over. Ling disagreed. Orm ignored her. “I’m getting coffee.” “You still have energy for coffee but not another round?” “Coffee doesn’t require my legs to cooperate.” Ling laughed and followed her toward the quieter path by the lake. They hadn’t gone far when Orm stopped so suddenly Ling nearly walked into her. “What?” Orm didn’t answer. She was staring ahead. A Golden Retriever was coming toward them, tail swinging happily behind him. Orm gasped. “Oh my God.” Ling followed her gaze. Then sighed fondly. “Here we go.” “Look at him.” “I am.” “No, look properly.” “I’m looking properly.” The dog noticed them. More specifically He noticed Orm. His tail immediately started moving faster. Orm crouched. “Hi, baby.” Ling raised an eyebrow. “Baby already?” “Look at his face.” The owner smiled and loosened the leash. Within seconds, the dog had planted himself directly in front of Orm, happily accepting scratches behind his ears. Orm looked completely delighted. Ling stood beside them, watching. “You’re in love.” “Yes.” “That easily?” Orm looked up. “Have you seen him?” Ling laughed and crouched beside her. The dog immediately turned and pushed his nose into Ling’s hand. Orm stared. “Traitor.” Ling grinned. The dog settled happily between them. Orm ran her hand over his fur. Then sighed. “I still want one.” Ling glanced at her. “A Golden Retriever?” “Mhm.” “You’ve wanted one forever.” “I know.” Orm looked at the dog again. “I just never had the right time.” Ling was quiet for a moment. Then— “We could get one.” Orm’s hand stopped. ... Ling seemed to realise what had come out of her mouth at exactly the same time. Orm slowly turned toward her. “We?” Ling looked very interested in the dog. “It was a slip.” “A very interesting slip.” Ling sighed. The owner called the dog back. Orm gave him one final scratch before he trotted away. “Bye, baby.” They watched him disappear down the path. Then Orm turned back to Ling. “So.” “No.” Orm grinned. “Where would we keep him?” “There is no dog.” “What would we name him?” “Orm.” “Would he stay with you or me?” Ling kept walking. Orm followed. “Would that depend on whose place we were staying at?” Ling stopped. Orm nearly bumped into her. For a second, neither spoke. Orm’s teasing smile softened. Ling looked at her. Then away. “We’d need somewhere with enough space.” Orm blinked. “What?” Ling resumed walking. “A Golden Retriever needs space.” “And someone would have to be home enough.” “Ling.” “And you spoil animals, so we’d need rules.” Orm caught her arm. “Wait.” Ling finally looked at her. Orm stared. “You’ve thought about this.” Ling’s mouth twitched. “Maybe.” “With me?” Silence. Just long enough. Then Ling started walking again. Orm stood there for a second before breaking into a smile. “LING.” Ling laughed without turning around. Orm chased after her. “You can’t just say ‘maybe’ and walk away!” “I just did.” “Is it our dog now?” “No.” “What colour collar are we buying?” Ling laughed harder. Orm caught up and bumped their shoulders together. Neither of them noticed when she said our again. Or maybe they did. Neither corrected it. #LingOrmFutureAU #LingOrmAU #หลิงออม

@ChenChenRoot @LO_YellowAries @LO_YellowAries tsk tsk. I'm judging!

“Slow down!” Ling looked over her shoulder. Orm was several metres behind her. “You told me to run.” “I said jog!” “I am jogging.” “That is NOT jogging!” Ling laughed and kept going. Orm stared after her in disbelief. Forty-one. The woman was forty-one. And somehow Orm, at thirty-four, was the one fighting for her life. “Ling!” Ling finally slowed, turning around while jogging backwards. “Tired?” Orm pointed at her. “Don't.” “Don't what?” “Look so pleased with yourself.” “I’m not.” “You are glowing.” “Exercise.” Ling laughed. That was enough. Orm suddenly sprinted. Ling's eyes widened. Orm was gaining. For approximately four seconds. Then Ling grinned and took off. “LING!” Her laughter carried down the path. By the time Orm caught up, Ling was waiting near the water with two bottles in her hands. Orm stopped in front of her, breathing hard. “I hate you.” Ling handed her a bottle. “No, you don't.” Orm took it. “No.” She drank half of it in one go. “But I'm considering it.” Ling smiled. “Should've trained harder.” “I'm seven years younger than you.” “And?” Orm stared at her. “That should mean something.” “It apparently doesn't.” “You're very annoying at forty-one.” “You've had twelve years to get used to me.” Orm froze for half a second. Twelve years. Ling seemed to realise it too. Neither said anything. Then Orm looked around them. Benjakitti. Morning sunlight reflecting over the water. Runners passing every now and then. Ling beside her. Exactly where she'd once imagined them. Orm's mouth slowly curved. “What?” Orm reached for her phone. A few taps later, an old video appeared. Ling recognised it immediately. “No.” Orm grinned. “Yes.” “Orm.” “Ten years ago.” “Turn it off.” “No.” A younger Ling appeared on the screen. Talking about the future. About the two of them going running together at Benjakitti Park. About simply living their lives happily. Orm looked up. Then around them. Then back at Ling. “Well.” Ling covered her face. “Please.” “You literally predicted this.” “It was an interview.” “And?” “I had to answer something.” “So you randomly chose me?” Ling lowered her hands. Orm was smiling. Ling narrowed her eyes. “Don't start.” “I'm just saying.” “You're never just saying.” Orm replayed the clip. Running together. Benjakitti. Living happily. Then she looked at Ling again. “We actually did it.” Ling's expression softened. Orm gestured around them. “We're here.” Ling followed her gaze. The water. The trees. The city beyond them. Then Orm. Still slightly flushed from running. Still smiling at her. Ling smiled too. “We are.” Orm sat on a nearby bench. Ling joined her. For a while, they simply watched the runners passing. Then Orm asked “Are you?” Ling turned. “Am I what?” “Happy.” Ling looked at her for a moment. “Yes.” Orm's smile came easily. “Good.” Ling looked back toward the water. Then quietly “You?” Orm leaned back against the bench. “Very.” A pause. “Even though you nearly killed me.” Ling laughed. “You chased me.” “Because you were showing off.” “I was running.” “You were 41 and showing off.” Ling turned toward her. “You really want to make my age your personality today?” Orm grinned. “Maybe.” Ling stood. “Oh, okay.” Orm immediately became suspicious. “What?” “One more round.” “No.” “Come on.” “Absolutely not.” Ling started stretching. Orm stared at her. “Ling.” “Hm?” “My legs are already filing a complaint.” “You're 34.” “That means I have thirty-four-year-old legs.” Ling started jogging backwards. “Scared?” Orm's mouth fell open. “Oh, you did not.” Ling smiled. Then ran. Orm shot to her feet. “COME BACK HERE!” Ling only went faster. And ten years after that interview There they were. Running together at Benjakitti Park. Laughing. Chasing each other. Living their lives. Happily. Exactly as Ling had once hoped. #LingOrmFutureAU #LingOrmAU #หลิงออม

Oh Ling! Ruins my ability to form sentences. #Linglingkwong‌

@AbigailAur46688 Oh yes

@read_nama112527 Ok now i reread it and i see it like you see it! 🤣

2036. Orm found Ling in the dressing room mirror. Not in person. In the mirror. Standing behind her, leaning against the doorway with her arms folded. Watching. Orm kept applying her lipstick. “You know mirrors work both ways, right?” Ling didn’t move. “I know.” “So you know I can see you staring.” “I wasn’t hiding.” Orm paused. Slowly, she turned in the chair. Ling was forty-one now. Still unfairly composed. Still somehow capable of making a simple black suit look like it had been designed around her. Orm narrowed her eyes. “What?” “Nothing.” “You’ve been standing there for two minutes.” “Have I?” “Yes.” Ling smiled. Orm pointed the lipstick at her. “Don’t do that.” “Do what?” “That innocent face.” “I have an innocent face.” “You absolutely do not.” Ling laughed. And there it was. That laugh. Orm hated that after all these years it could still make something flutter stupidly in her chest. She turned back to the mirror. “You’re distracting me.” Behind her... “That’s rich.” Orm looked at Ling through the reflection. “What?” Ling pushed away from the doorway and walked closer. “You’ve been distracting me since you were twenty-two.” Orm’s hand stopped. The lipstick hovered just short of her mouth. For a second, neither of them said anything. Then Orm slowly put it down. “I’m thirty-four now.” “I’m aware.” “Twelve years, Ling.” “Mhm.” “And you’re still staring?” Ling’s eyes met hers in the mirror. “Yes.” No joke. No hesitation. Just.. Yes. Orm swallowed. She turned around completely. “You know, most crushes are supposed to go away eventually.” Ling’s expression changed. Barely. But Orm saw it. “Is that what this is?” Orm’s heart kicked. She hadn’t meant to say that. Or maybe she had. After twelve years, who even knew anymore? Ling took another step closer. “What else would you call it?” Orm looked up at her. “Bad timing?” Ling smiled faintly. “Very bad timing.” “Cowardice?” “Possibly.” Orm laughed under her breath. “We’re getting old.” “We’re thirty-four and forty-one.” “Exactly.” “That is not old.” “It’s old enough to stop being stupid.” Ling went quiet. Orm did too. Suddenly the dressing room felt much smaller. Outside, someone called Orm’s name. Five minutes until stage. Neither moved. Orm looked at Ling. “Twelve years.” Ling nodded. “Twelve years.” “And we’ve done absolutely nothing about it.” “Not absolutely nothing.” Orm raised an eyebrow. Ling’s gaze dropped briefly to her mouth. Then back up. “We’ve stared.” Orm burst out laughing. “That’s your defense?” “It’s been very consistent.” “Ling!” Ling laughed too. Then Orm’s smile softened. “So what now?” For the first time that evening, Ling looked uncertain. And somehow... that was what made Orm’s heart beat harder. Finally, Ling said.. “Maybe we stop staring.” Orm held her gaze. “And do what instead?” Someone called her name again. Three minutes. Ling stepped back. “Ask me after your performance.” Orm stared at her. Then smiled. “Oh, I will.” She stood, smoothing down her outfit. At the doorway, she stopped beside Ling. Close enough that their shoulders brushed. “Twelve years, Ling.” “I know.” “You’d better have a good answer.” Ling looked at her. That same look. The one Orm had been catching since she was twenty-two. Only this time... she didn’t pretend not to understand it. #LingOrmFutureAU #LingOrmAU #หลิงออม Should I go on?

@abu_sethrakwong @the_wanderer16 @T1psy100413 @aneesah_karim @aloofaquarius7 written it guys archiveofourown.org/works/90079211…

@ormmormm @linglingsirilak Aaaaaarghhhhh must you do this???? 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠 What a beautiful duo!

@IranianEarper 😁

CHAPTER 12 IS UPPPPPP!!! Okay bye I’m running away now 🏃🏻‍♀️💨😭 archiveofourown.org/works/88587766… wattpad.com/story/413706183 #LingOrm #AO3 #LingOrmFF

@Vel_LO_art Cuteeeeeeeeeew

@RdPanda00K Enjoy the weekend ❤️

⚠️ Mature / suggestive content Ling was still smiling when they got home. Orm noticed. Of course she noticed. “You enjoyed that.” Ling looked innocent. “Enjoyed what?” “Defending me.” “I was not enjoying it.” “You absolutely were.” Ling slipped off her shoes. “I was being a supportive wife.” Orm followed her toward the bedroom. “A very intimidating supportive wife.” “I was polite.” “You scared her.” “She deserved a little fear.” Orm laughed. God. She loved this woman. Ling had barely reached the bed when Orm caught her wrist. “Come here.” Ling turned. “What?” Orm kissed her. No warning. No teasing. Just one hand curling into the front of Ling’s shirt as she kissed her hard enough to steal the question right out of her mouth. When they separated, Ling blinked. “Well.” Orm smiled. “What?” “Nothing.” Ling sat back onto the mattress. Orm remained standing between her knees. “You’re staring.” “I’m appreciating.” “Mm.” “My wife defended me tonight.” “I did.” “And now I’m feeling very appreciative.” Ling’s smile changed. Slowly. Dangerously. “Is that so?” Orm leaned down and kissed her again. Ling’s hands settled at her waist. For a while, neither of them said anything. They didn’t need to. Eventually Orm straightened, trying to catch her breath. Ling looked up at her. Orm was still standing at the head of the bed when Ling reached for her. Orm barely had time to react before Ling’s hand slid behind her neck and pulled her down. The angle was awkward enough to make Orm laugh softly against her mouth, bent over her from above while Ling tipped her face back into the pillow to meet her. “Come here,” Ling murmured. Orm did. She braced one hand beside Ling’s head and leaned farther over the mattress, letting Ling keep that hand curled around the back of her neck as she kissed her again. Upside down, almost. A little clumsy. And somehow that made Ling smile into the kiss. Orm pulled back just enough to whisper— “Still feeling protective?” Ling’s fingers tightened gently at the back of her neck. “Always.” Orm smiled. “Good.” Then she kissed her again. #LingOrmWivesAU #LingOrmAU #หลิงออม