#TYSM MILK I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS

[yunniverse]

Important

౨ৎ PAIRING— kim hongjoong x reader

౨ৎ GENRE— angst, fluff, established relationship, fem!reader

౨ৎ WARNINGS— angst, argument but happy ending

౨ৎ WORD COUNT— 2.1k

౨ৎ SUMMARY— you expected hongjoong to remember, but he forgot.

౨ৎ A/N— hope you enjoy and tysm for reading!! feedback is appreciated!!

“One coffee, extra milk and sugar,” you tell the cashier at the coffee shop, understanding why he seems tired and looks as if he wants to get out of there and in his bed already. It’s almost midnight, after all.   “That all?” he asks, looking about as uninterested as he possibly can.   “No,” you clear your throat, not even having to look at the menu. “Another coffee, one sugar.”   He nods slowly, placing the order before taking your card and swiping it. You wait by the door, checking your phone again, only to not see any messages from him, just as you expected.

Though, it still feels like a punch to the gut. You had already texted Yunho to ask where he is, even though you pretty much already knew.   You look up when the cashier calls out your order, pushing off the wall to grab the drinks. “Thanks,” you tell him, offering him a half smile. “Have a good night.”   “Mhm,” he responds as you walk out of the coffee shop, the bell ringing above the door.   Getting into your car, you sigh as you place the drinks in the cup holders. It’s your one year anniversary of dating Hongjoong, and you honestly shouldn’t be surprised in the slightest that he obviously forgot.

You’ve tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, given the fact that Ateez is in the middle of promoting their new comeback, but it still hurt when he didn’t show up at the restaurant like he said he would.

You had even had to tell them to cancel the reservation, after you waited for nearly an hour for him to show up.   As you drive, you try to stay calm, knowing it isn’t his fault completely, and he has way too much on his plate, but he could have told you he was too busy, right?   When you pull up to KQ, you sigh yet again, grabbing the drinks as you open your door, met with a burst of cool air. Bringing the coffee inside with you, you slowly make your way to Hongjoong’s workplace.   When you finally make it, you can’t help the small shadow of a smile that creeps onto your face when you see him hunched over in front of his computer, writing notes and humming.

He’s wearing an oversized t-shirt, which you hate to admit, because you’re supposed to be upset, looks amazing on him. His soft, brown hair is a little messy from running his fingers through it, but somehow he still looks beautiful.   “Hongjoong?” you question softly, sighing when he doesn’t respond, still humming to himself amd writing. Gently placing the drinks on the table beside the door, you walk over to him quietly, placing a hand on his shoulder.   With a small jolt, he turns to look at you, his face softening when he sees you. “Hey, baby,” he greets you with a warm smile, pushing the glasses up on his nose.   “Hi,” you respond, rubbing your arm, as Hongjoong grabs your hand, trying to tug you a little closer, probably to give you a hug, but you shake your head, trying to shrug him off.   He frowns, confused, “What’s wrong?”   “You really forgot?” you question, hating how vulnerable you sound, but you can’t help it. Finally seeing him today had just snapped something inside of you, and now you feel like you’re on the verge of tears.   “Forgot?” Hongjoong questions, his pretty brown eyes searching your face, flickering back and forth between your eyes, trying to read your emotions.   “Our anniversary,” you inform him, hearing your voice shake slightly.   Hongjoong’s face falls as he slumps in his chair, removing his glasses to rub his eyes before meeting your gaze again, seeing the disappointment in yours. “Oh, baby, I didn’t… You don’t… It wasn’t…? It was today?”   You simply nod, sniffing in order to hold back the tears threatening to fall at any moment.   “I set an alert so I wouldn’t forget, but I got so busy today that I haven’t checked my phone,” Hongjoong sighs. “I’m so sorry, baby. I truly didn’t mean to.”   “I understand,” you nod once, stepping away from him. “You’re just busy. Work comes first. I’ve always known that.”   “No, y/n,” Hongjoong shakes his head, reaching for you again, but you take another step back. “Please!”   “No, Hongjoong,” you reach for the coffee, holding it out to him as you gesture at it. “I got your usual.”   “Thanks, I-“   “But I’m gonna go.”   “What?” Hongjoong’s eyebrows crease as he stands. “Why?”   “You’re busy, and I’m a burden to your work,” you shrug, trying your best to sound unaffected, though you’re almost certain Hongjoong can see through your act.   “It isn’t like that, y/n,” Hongjoong sighs, his shoulders lowering in defeat as he plays with the wrapping around the paper coffee cup.   “What’s it like then, Joongie?” you ask, the nickname slipping out accidentally, you being to used to saying it.   Hongjoong’s offers you a small smile at the nickname, as he takes a step toward you, hoping you won’t back away. “I genuinely didn’t mean to forget, baby, but between the comeback preparations and the fanmeet and performance earlier today, it just completely slipped my mind.”   “I understand!” you suddenly snap, knowing you’re being unreasonable, but you just can’t seem to wrap you head around him forgetting your anniversary. “I understand, Joong.”   “It isn’t about you understanding,” he responds, somehow remaining calm. “It’s about letting me apologize.”   “I am letting you apologize,” you cross your arms, and Hongjoong sighs, looking down before fixing the glasses on his nose again. “Please, go right ahead.”   Without another word, Hongjoong steps toward you, his arms wrapping around your stiff frame.

At first, you stiffen even more, but, the longer he perseveres, the more you find yourself melting into him.   The soothing, faint scent of citrus and ginger slowly lures you to press your face into the soft skin of Hongjoong’s neck, breathing out a sigh as you relax into his warm embrace.   “I really am sorry, baby,” he whispers into your hair, making a small whimper escape your lips, muffled by Hongjoong’s skin. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”   “Really?” you ask, sniffling slightly as you pull back to look him in the eyes.   “Yeah,” he breathes, pressing his forehead against yours as he speaks. “I’ll take you wherever you wanna go this weekend. Name it, we’ll be there.”   “Joongie,” you frown a little, causing him to glance down at your lips, giving you a small pout when he sees your downturned expression. “I don’t need to go somewhere to be happy. I just want to spend time with you.”   “But-“   You lift your hand, placing a finger against Hongjoong’s lips to silence him. “Honestly, that’s all I really wanted anyway. To talk to you and finally get to be with you again. It’s been way too long since we had an evening to ourselves, given your hard work all the time.”

Hongjoong’s gaze flickers across your face as he takes in your words, looking a little confused.   “You didn’t want to go out tonight?” he asks softly.   “No,” you shake your head a little, a small smile forming on your face. “Don’t get me wrong, it would’ve been fun, but what I really wanted was you.”   “Just me?” he repeats, as if he can’t believe it.   “I love you, Joongie,” you laugh a little. “All I ever want is your attention.”   He glances down, a small blush spreading across his cheeks, but he soon gets himself under control, meeting your gaze again. “Then, we’ll have a movie night this weekend. Just you, me, snacks, a movie, and cuddles. Does that sound nice?”   “Sounds perfect,” you sigh, this time in content, as Hongjoong grins, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips, making your eyelids flutter closed, thoroughly enjoying his kiss, especially since it’s been so long since you’ve had a kiss from Hongjoong.   When he finally pulls away, you grin cheekily, “But, only on one condition.”   “What’s that?” Hongjoong asks, furrowing his eyebrows.   “Wear this outfit,” you smile shyly, eyeing his earrings and his necklace. “You look so hot.”   Hongjoong reddens, taken by surprise, as he averts eye contact, groaning a little in embarrassment, “Babyy.”   “Hm?” you hum, blinking innocently.   “You can’t just say stuff like that,” he responds, still blushing. “Plus, I’m barefaced.”   “And?” you question, quirking an eyebrow. “You look beautiful with or without makeup. Don’t make me convince you again.”   He yelps as you playfully pinch his sides in warning, causing him to jump away from you a little. “Okay, okay.”   With a giggle, you let him grab your hand, pulling you toward his rolling chair. “Wanna sit with me and watch me work for a little while?”   “I wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to watch my cute boyfriend work,” you respond cheekily, making Hongjoong groan again, trying to hide his blush.   “Stop, baby,” he pouts at you, making you laugh.   “I love you,” you tell him suddenly, making him turn to look at you. “And I’m sorry I freaked out earlier.”   “Don’t apologize,” Hongjoong responds sternly, grabbing your hand and gently pulling you toward him from his position seated in his chair. “It’s completely my fault that I forgot, and I promise I’ll do better about that. You’re so much more important to me than work. I know I don’t prove it often enough, but it’s true. I hope you know that I love you so, so much.”   “I know, Joongie,” you smile, your hands moving to his head, carefully pushing his soft hair away from his face.

His eyelids flutter closed at the feeling, a small sigh escaping his lips. “And remembering anniversaries isn’t the most important thing in a relationship anyway. You’re the best boyfriend I could ask for, even if you forget important dates.”   Hongjoong’s eyes open at that, though the frown that grows on his face is sleepy as he speaks, “What else have I forgotten?”   “Don’t you remember when you forgot you were meeting my parents a few months ago?” you ask pointedly.   “Oh, right,” Hongjoong mumbles in response. “Well, at least they still liked me.”   “Who wouldn’t like you?” you giggle, letting your nails lightly scratch his scalp, earning another soft sigh from the man in front of you, whose head falls softly against your stomach. “They want to see you again, you know.”   Hongjoong hums, his eyes closed as you speak softly. After a few moments of talking about your family, you continue, “Are you working on a song?”   When you don’t get a response, you glance down, a little confused. “Aw, baby,” you whisper, when you realize he fell asleep against you.

With the hands still buried in Hongjoong’s hair, you gently push his head off of you, enough to see his face, smiling when you notice his glasses are still on.   You gently move his head to lean against your left arm as you carefully remove the glasses before shifting to lean against his desk.   A smile appears on your face when you hear Hongjoong mumbling something. You feel your heartbeat speed up when you realize he’s saying ‘I love you.’   “I love you, too, Joongie,” you respond softly before your eyes find the coffee on the table, and you shake your head, laughing slightly. “The coffee’s gone cold, now, and you didn’t even drink any.”   When you get no response, as expected, you gently rake your fingers through his hair again, this time eliciting a small groan from Hongjoong.   Your eyes widen as you laugh, your slight shaking jostling Hongjoong awake. “What happened?” he asks, his voice low and slurred with sleep.   “Nothing, baby,” you giggle, collecting yourself. “Would you like to move to the couch?” He nods, letting you move away, though he still whines at the loss of warmth.   “You’re being very vocal today, Joong,” you quirk an eyebrow down at him as he moves to stand. “You definitely need sleep.”   “Gotta work,” he replies, but doesn’t resist as you guide him toward the couch.   “You can finish work tomorrow,” you tell him, settling down on the couch and pulling him with you gently. He collapses onto the couch, his face finding your neck as your fingers automatically find his hair again.   You grab the blanket draped over the back of the couch, pulling it over both of you. “Goodnight, Joongie.”   “G’night, baby, and happy anniversary,” he mumbles against you, causing a smile to grow on your face as you tighten your grip, letting out a small sigh of content.   And, as you press a gentle, lingering kiss to the top of his head, you realize that, even though Hongjoong did forget your anniversary, it isn’t even what is really important. What’s important is the love you two share all the time, whether you can be together a lot or not.   “Happy anniversary, Hongjoong.”

[imjustudders]

It's impossible to tell how long you've been in that basement. The days seem to blur together, to the point where not even sleep properly serves to mark the passage of time. You usually pass out after He breeds you, after he ruts into you like the livestock you've become, and there's no way of knowing just how long you're asleep for.

You used to hold out hope that you'd be rescued one day or that, at some point, you'd be able to escape. But you know now that both of those things are absurd. After all, your udders have gotten so big. Too big. They're massive, huge, too big to even get your arms all the way around them. They weigh more individually than the entire rest of your body, and that's when all the milk has been drained out of them. When you're fully engorged, swollen to the point where you feel like you're about to burst, the idea of lifting even one of them seems ludicrous.

The worst part is how much you're starting to enjoy it. The sensitivity of your huge, swollen teats is higher than ever; hooking you up to the milking machine is tantamount to edging you, filling your mind with so much pleasure that it breaks in half. You can't think. You can't worry. All you can do is play with yourself, humping against your own hands, and wait for Him. Your master. Your owner. The man who rewards you with his cock every time you Moo for him. He fucks you. He breeds you. You feel your body stretching to his shape as he pushes his cock inside you, your body instinctively knowing which muscles to tense to draw him as deep inside you as it can. You need his cum. You need him to breed you. Your higher thoughts are slowly being eroded away until all that's left is the singular need to be a good fucktoy for Him and earning his load deep inside you.

this is basically 80% of my biggest fantasies so tysm for this ask i very selfishly got off to it twice before i posted here

[puppym3]

farmer!reader x writer!hyunjin who is her secret admirer and he sent her letters? the farmer is new to the town, getting away from the cities and hyunjin is the last person she met after everyone in town since he's always in his cabin near the beach

kind of like the game, stardew valley!

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ dear farmer,

wc: 4.4k

warnings: fluffy cuteness, confessions, literally not much to warn you on this is just rly cute, mailman chan, fisher jisung, farmer reader, author/writer hyunjin, hyunjin refers to reader as his muse, (LMK IF I MISSED ANY!)

a/n: THIS IS TOO CUTE OH MY GOODNESS GOODNIGHT. i was literally gushing writing this i hope i wrote it the way you were imagining. i love stardew valley so tysm for suggesting this!!!

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The small village you moved into was a far cry from the bustling city life you once knew. The quaint charm of the town, with its winding cobblestone streets and picturesque cottages, had drawn you in immediately. Seeking a fresh start and a simpler life, you had purchased an old farmhouse on the outskirts of town, eager to put down roots and cultivate your own land.

The townspeople had been incredibly welcoming, each of them eager to meet you. You quickly found yourself immersed in the community, sharing smiles and stories at the local market and lending a hand wherever you could. Despite the warm reception, there was one resident you had yet to meet.

You had heard whispers about him from the other villagers—an enigmatic writer who rarely left his cabin by the beach. The townsfolk spoke of his talent with a mix of admiration and curiosity, but none seemed to know much about him personally. It wasn't for lack of trying—the local mail carrier, Chan, had admitted defeat after only one attempt to reach out, grumbling something about a ferret with a temper.

A part of you had always wondered what his writing was like, and what kind of man would choose such isolation. Perhaps he was shy, or simply enjoyed being left to his own devices. There had to be a reason why the villagers hadn't tried to reach out to him again, and yet—

"Hyunjin isn't one for conversing," Chan insisted, taking the bundle of envelopes from his bag and sliding them into the mailbox outside your farmhouse. "You don't have to worry about him."

You glanced toward the direction of the beach, watching the sun dip down over the waves. Why did his isolation make him more interesting to you? You supposed you should be grateful for his lack of interaction; with the busy work on the farm and the number of people you already tried to help each day, you didn't have time for many social gatherings. Still...

"Well," you sighed, dusting off your hands and returning the empty milk bottles to the box on your porch, "thank you, Chan."

The mailman smiled, his dark eyes crinkling in the corners. "Any time."

Heading toward the field, you squared your shoulders, determined to focus on the day's tasks and push any thoughts of the mysterious writer aside. You still had some planting to do, after all, and a long walk ahead of you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A few days later, you woke with a yawn, stretching your limbs in your bed. Sunlight poured in through the windows, illuminating the small room. The warmth was pleasant, a sharp contrast from the chilled breeze outside. You couldn't help but smile, thankful that winter had yet to roll around. The transition to farming was a busy one, and the prospect of facing your first snowfall was more than a little intimidating.

Rising from the mattress, you threw on an old, oversized sweater, not bothering to change into your work clothes before making a quick cup of tea in your kitchen. It was an easy routine to settle into, the steamy brew doing wonders for your motivation in the mornings. Once your mug was half empty, you changed into a pair of old, paint-stained overalls and made your way outside.

"You have mail today." Chan greeted you with a warm smile, already standing in front of your mailbox. "I wasn't sure if I'd catch you or not. It's nice to see you awake so early."

"Yeah, yeah." You grinned, nudging him in the arm playfully. "What's the big delivery?"

"Just the usual." Chan shrugged, sliding a few envelopes from his bag and setting them down in the mailbox. "Some advertisements and invitations to parties."

You paused, peeking inside. It looked like the usual bundle of mail—some from fellow townspeople and some from local companies looking to get your attention. You hummed in thought, glancing over the usual assortment before a handwritten letter caught your attention.

It was written in simple script, the envelope adorned with a tiny blueberry stamp in the corner. It stood out against the other, more formal pieces of mail. The sight made you pause.

"Oh," you said, your curiosity piqued. "This one looks different."

"Huh?" Chan followed your line of sight, his eyes widening when he spotted the letter. "That's... oh. Oh."

You blinked. "What? Do you know who sent it?"

Chan fiddled with the strap of his bag. "I recognize that writing," he muttered, refusing to meet your gaze.

"Really?" You said, curiosity piqued.

He paused, glancing around your front porch. "You know, I'm a bit busy today. I should head off," he stuttered, already backing away. "Goodbye."

Before you could question his reaction any further, the mailman was already hurrying away down the path to the next house.

Furrowing your brow, you took a step back. Had you said something wrong? Maybe it wasn't a big deal; you could always ask Chan about it later, anyway. In the meantime, you were eager to see what the letter held.

The moment you picked the letter up, your senses were overwhelmed with a comforting, earthy scent. You recognized it immediately. It smelled of the ground after a spring shower, or of the rich dirt after a hard day's work in the fields. You breathed it in, the smell quickly becoming your favorite. You had always associated the earth with a sense of peace, and this scent was no exception.

Smiling softly to yourself, you broke the seal with ease, unfolding the crisp parchment paper to reveal the same script. You were surprised by the neat handwriting; each letter was carefully drawn out, the author's focus clearly evident in their penmanship. You began to read, your smile growing as you devoured the contents of the letter.

To the farmer,

You know, I've always thought the sun is kind of funny. The sun rises and sets, and then rises and sets again. Sometimes the sky is blue, and other days it is white. But in every sunrise, there is one thing that stays the same. It's you. You always rise with the sun. I used to wake up when it was light outside, but these days I've started to wake up earlier. It's a good way to start the day. I know the sun is your companion in the mornings.

Your admirer,

H.

You stared down at the words, the heat of a blush rising up your cheeks. How sweet, you thought to yourself, holding the letter a bit closer. You had to admit that it was nice to read—to know that someone in town noticed the time of day you woke up and, what's more, noticed how much you liked to work under the early sunlight. You hadn't thought about the author much before, but now, you were eager to meet them.

Before you could think it over, you folded the letter with care, sliding it into the pocket of your overalls. You glanced up toward the sun, letting it wash over your face for a moment before heading to work. The sun was your companion, after all. You may as well take advantage of its light.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Over the next few weeks, the letters continued. Each day, Chan would deliver one to your doorstep. It became part of the routine, and you quickly grew accustomed to the extra attention. Every time you spotted the blueberry seal on your front doorstep, your heart leapt with joy, eager to see the new message written within.

Sometimes the letters were short; other times they were long. Occasionally, the author would ramble, describing a favorite memory from their childhood or sharing a silly joke. You read each word carefully, often smiling or chuckling as you read, already eager for the next message. The more letters you read, the more you wanted to learn about this mystery person.

A part of you wondered who this author might be. The only clues were the scent of earth on the pages and a few hand-drawn images. You had been able to rule out Chan; it would be near impossible for him to write a letter each day and still be on time to the next house. That left you with little knowledge of the writer's identity, though you hoped that the writer might eventually share their identity.

Today, a soft rainfall pattered down over your fields. You sighed to yourself as you entered the house, wiping the mud from your boots before sliding them off on the mat in front of your door. Another busy day in the fields was over. Tomorrow was a new day, one where you would finally plant a new patch of carrots. The prospect of the harvest kept you motivated as you reached for the envelope, eagerly tearing it open with a smile.

As you read the letter, your smile slowly faded. A hint of fear and excitement coursed through your veins, leaving you a little shaken as you absorbed each word.

To the farmer,

It's getting colder here. Soon, I'll have to wear a scarf every day, even indoors. I wish I had the courage to share more of myself with you. Maybe if we ever met in person, I wouldn't be so nervous. I can't wait until I'm brave enough to tell you more about me.

Your admirer,

H.

P.S. I hope the sun will rise tomorrow morning. You always end up rising, and I trust your routine.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The letters started to come with less often. Sometimes you would receive one per day. Other times, you might get one a few days apart, with only one letter on the weekends. You hated to admit that it left you feeling a bit sad, your mood growing darker as time passed.

"Oh, Chan." You tried not to sound disappointed when you spotted the mailman walking up your path one morning, a few letters in hand. "Any letters from H?"

"Hmm, I don't think so." He shrugged, sliding a few letters into your mailbox. "Let me see. Oh! There is one."

He handed you a new letter, a faint smile on his lips. You quickly broke the seal, not bothering to glance over the others as you eagerly opened the newest one. Your eyes widened at the words you saw before you.

My dearest,

I'm sorry that my letters haven't come as often lately. There was a big change at the publishing house I'm working for. I didn't tell you about that before. I've been trying to keep my letters shorter since I have less free time now, but I always find myself wanting to write more to you. I guess I can't help myself.

I'll keep writing letters if you keep reading.

Yours,

H.

P.S. Thank you for working hard every day. It helps to see that the world still spins, no matter what's happening in it.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Have you ever thought about trying to meet H?"

The question made you pause. You were out by the docks, fishing with Jisung. The young man was your favorite fishing buddy, often sitting on the end of the dock in silence with a small smile. You both had been there for an hour, but this was the first time he'd spoken today. You blinked at him in confusion before setting your fishing rod aside, a curious look on your face.

"What do you mean?"

Jisung smiled. "It's obvious you enjoy their letters," he pointed out, reeling in another fish from his line. "Maybe you could meet them?"

You stared down at your reflection on the water, chewing the inside of your cheek. The truth was that you hadn't considered the idea, mainly because you couldn't decide if it was a good one. It wasn't like the writer had never suggested the idea—it was the whole purpose behind their first few letters, but something about that made you hesitate.

It was as if you were waiting for H to come to you when they were ready, and vice versa. It was a little scary, to be honest. The thought of finally meeting the person you'd been so connected to these last few weeks made you a bit nervous, to say the least.

"I guess I should." You nodded, casting your line again.

"Well, I'd like to meet them too," Jisung said, glancing toward you. "To approve."

You smiled at that, rolling your eyes playfully. "What's not to like? They write beautiful letters and draw nice little pictures," you laughed, watching the bait at the end of your hook. "Maybe I should meet them."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

That night, you made your decision.

"Chan! You have a moment?" You waved the mailman down the next day as he passed your house on the trail, a few envelopes in his arms.

He looked over in surprise, smiling as he hurried down the path. "Good morning," he greeted you. "How's the farm?"

You smiled back at him. "Great, hey, you seemed to know a little bit about H that you aren't telling me." You said, getting straight to the point. "Do you know anything more?"

The mailman frowned for a moment, before sighing. "Well, you should go to the beach." He said, gesturing to the coastline, visible over your house. "Hy—I mean, H, they live near there."

You blinked, looking to where the mailman was pointing. "They live near the beach?"

"Yeah."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It had to be the grumpy writer who lived alone that you hadn't met yet. That was your only option, right? He had to be H. Who else could it be? You sighed to yourself, gathering your things in a bag and setting off in the direction of the beach.

It was a bit of a hike, the ocean path curving and twisting to take you along a scenic route. You didn't mind the walk, though, pausing often to take in the scenery. By the time you arrived at the beach, you felt a little calmer. The beach was deserted; though that didn't surprise you. It wasn't too warm today. The air was cool and refreshing, with a few clouds rolling by overhead. It was the perfect day for a walk on the sand.

You scanned the coastline for any signs of a cabin, spotting one in the distance. It was nestled between the cliffs, overlooking a small patch of beach. It seemed a bit hidden, the sight making you smile to yourself.

The author had to be a loner, just like you were.

Taking a deep breath, you approached the cabin. As you came closer, you noticed a small, stone path that led to a patio on the beach. You spotted a wooden swing, rocking slightly in the breeze. A person sat on the seat, their head ducked in a book as they sat under a shady umbrella.

As you drew closer, you saw the mysterious person, his dark hair was a little messier than usual, with a few strands falling in front of his face. He seemed lost in the book in his hands. His eyes were glazed over and unfocused as he sat, oblivious to his surroundings. The sight made you smile, a sudden feeling of affection coming over you as you approached.

You recognized that messy hair and those dark, mysterious eyes.

It was Hyunjin. It was Hyunjin who lived alone near the beach. Hyunjin, the man you had only heard a few stories about from Chan and Felix, but he looked even better than you had imagined.

"Oh!" The man looked up and saw you approaching him. His eyes widened for a second before he cleared his throat, turning to face you with a hint of panic in his expression.

You paused at his reaction, stopping in your tracks. You suddenly felt very silly, not even considering that Hyunjin might not actually want you to visit him. You tried not to frown as you considered the possibilities. Had Hyunjin forgotten about your correspondence? Had you been a mistake? Was this a terrible idea?

"H-Hyunjin!" You stammered, cursing yourself for not planning this a bit better. You could already feel yourself start to sweat. "I'm the farmer, it's nice to finally meet you."

You held your hand out to Hyunjin, who eyed you up for a moment, his expression unreadable. You swallowed thickly, preparing to turn back around and run away—

"The farmer." The words sounded breathless. Hyunjin slowly placed his hand in yours. You couldn't help but notice how his eyes were trained on your face. His cheeks looked a little red as he held your hand in his own. It felt warm and a bit calloused, a clear sign that he was a writer. "It's nice to finally meet you too."

You felt the butterflies in your stomach flutter as you watched him, trying not to let the emotion show on your face. This was H. It was Hyunjin who wrote such beautiful letters to you and sent you drawings in the post. Hyunjin was your author, the person you'd connected so easily to through ink and paper, and he was so beautiful.

"It's nice to put a name to a face." You murmured, letting your eyes wander over Hyunjin. "You're just how I imagined."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"So," You sat next to Hyunjin on his porch, staring up at the sky above you. It was beginning to grow darker, the evening sky giving way to a more vibrant sunset. "How'd you get so good at writing letters?"

Hyunjin smiled a little to himself. He leaned back against his hands, his long legs stretched out on the floor. "I've always loved writing," he confessed. "But it was different before, when I was younger."

"Different how?" You asked, looking over at him curiously.

He let his eyes close. "Before I left the city, I worked at the publishing house." He explained. "I always wrote stories there, but they weren't really... mine."

You blinked, watching the way his long lashes fluttered against his cheeks. "They were stories that people hired us to write," he said quietly. "But I liked doing it. I felt like I was doing something special with the words, even if they weren't my words. I wrote all day and got paid for it. But there was always this... nagging voice in the back of my mind, wondering if it was good enough."

You felt a lump form in your throat. "It sounds like it was a good job," you whispered, not wanting to ruin the moment. "Why did you leave it behind?"

The author chuckled. "I got sick of it." He sighed, opening his eyes and looking up to the sky. "It felt so empty. I wasn't making my own decisions. I wasn't getting paid because the stories were mine."

You swallowed. "But here?" You gestured toward the beach, your heart swelling in your chest. "You can write about whatever you want?"

Hyunjin looked to you and smiled softly.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

As the days turned to weeks and then to months, the two of you fell into an easy routine. You visited Hyunjin every morning, bringing breakfast along with you, and Hyunjin always made sure to leave you a letter by your front door in return. Sometimes he would be waiting outside his cabin when you came, eager to talk about a new plot point that he came up with the night before. Other times, he would be asleep by the time you got to him, only stirring from his slumber when he heard you set breakfast out on his porch.

And he wrote to you every day, leaving letters on your front doorstep, each one signed off with a different nickname. Some days, the nickname was short, others, it was longer. But he always ended the letter with a promise of a new chapter, just as he had with the first one, so long ago.

On your fifth visit, this time you brought him a letter. He was surprised to see you hand it to him. He blinked down at the envelope in his hands, running a thumb over the words on the paper.

You were nervous, you were nowhere near as good as him, but you assumed that speaking in his language would gauge his appeal.

To my writer,

You are more talented than you give yourself credit for.

Thank you for always writing so beautifully,

Your admirer,

The farmer

"I wanted to send you a letter today." You whispered as his eyes scanned over the letter.

Hyunjin looked up from the page. His expression softened as he set the letter down. He held out his arms in invitation, his lips curving upwards as he stared back at you. You didn't need him to repeat himself, throwing yourself into his arms without hesitation. You leaned your head against his chest and listened to his heart beat. The sound made your heart race. It was as if Hyunjin's heartbeat had become a part of you. You could hear the rhythm and knew it was a part of you as well, just as much as it was him.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Over the course of your visits, it was inevitable that your relationship evolved into something deeper. It began with subtle touches—a brush of your hands against each other as you sat together on the porch or the feeling of Hyunjin's gaze on your face as you read a story he wrote. As you began to notice his attention to detail, the way he was able to capture emotions with words you didn't know how to express, you realized how much he had given you.

You had never considered yourself an introvert, but something about being around him made you feel at ease. The thought made you blush. There was a strange warmth that settled in the pit of your stomach whenever you were around him. You began to crave it, yearning to feel it whenever you could, whether you were spending time together on the beach, walking the trails along the coastline, or simply sitting on his porch swing, talking about nothing at all.

And slowly, that warmth grew into something more. The more time you spent with him, the more you wanted to be close to him. It started with soft smiles and light touches, followed by gentle touches and lingering glances. It began as something innocent, but the longer you were with him, the stronger it got. You were becoming addicted to it, longing for the next chance you would get to see him, to touch him and feel that rush of electricity course through your veins.

You found yourself waking up in the early hours of the morning to watch the sunrise. You began to count the seconds until the mail came. You went to bed late every night, staying awake until your eyes hurt to stare.

Your visits grew longer, your conversations becoming deeper.

Hyunjin became your new favorite distraction.

"It's a book." He had whispered as you both lay on the beach, his gaze trained on the stars above you. "I'm writing a book, I think."

"You think?"

He had nodded, the hint of a smile on his lips as he spoke. "Yes, and I've started to wonder..." he had paused then, looking to you as his cheeks turned pink. "That you're my inspiration."

You felt your breath hitch at the admission, a blush creeping up your neck to stain your cheeks. "What do you mean?"

He had sat up and looked at you with those deep, dark eyes.

"You're the one that I'm writing this book for. It's yours, my feelings, my thoughts, everything in it is for you." He said, reaching up to cup your cheeks. "I think about you when I wake up and when I go to sleep and when I go for my walks," he had smiled shyly. "You're the only person that's on my mind and it feels so good to feel that way about something again."

The warmth that spread through your veins made you dizzy, but you found yourself smiling, a small sigh escaping your lips.

You wanted nothing more than to be Hyunjin's inspiration forever.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

And soon the book was complete.

It was the last page in Hyunjin's journal that had been filled with his scrawled words and thoughts. It had taken him months, but he finished it, his heart and soul on each page.

Hyunjin read it to you as you sat on the porch swing, wrapped in a blanket as the wind blew off the sea. He sat with you and held the book in his hands, turning the pages as he spoke. His voice was soft and melodic as he told his story. The words came easily to him, the sentences flowing smoothly together. He paused often to look up at you, his eyes searching yours. His voice grew quieter with each word, until finally, he was whispering the last page.

You felt the tears well in your eyes, threatening to fall as he closed the book and set it aside. The silence that followed felt heavy, your mind still processing what he had just told you.

The book was a confession to you, a way for Hyunjin to express all of the feelings he had been struggling to express for the past few months. He told you that you were his muse, his reason to wake up each morning. You were the person who made him feel whole, complete, and it was all he wanted in life to be by your side, to feel this way for as long as he lived.

The book was about the two of you. He wrote it all, the letters he sent and the drawings he drew, just for you, to tell you how much he loved you.

Your tears spilled over, a few trickling down your cheeks as you sniffed quietly, a smile spreading across your lips as you stared up at him. He watched you closely, waiting for your response. With a shaky breath, you closed the distance between you and Hyunjin, leaning in. His eyes widened in surprise, his breath hitching as he realized what was about to happen. Your lips met his in a tender, hesitant kiss, pouring all your gratitude, relief, and affection into that single moment.

Hyunjin made a quiet noise, almost like a gasp, but he quickly responded, his lips moving against yours with a gentle yet fervent intensity. His hands found their way to your cheeks, cupping them delicately as if you were something precious and fragile. He deepened the kiss, and you felt a wave of warmth and security wash over you.

Time seemed to stand still as the two of you stayed there, lost in the moment. The world outside faded away, leaving only the sensation of his lips on yours, his hands cradling your face, and the steady rhythm of your racing hearts. Every pent-up emotion, every unspoken word, all lost in that moment.

And there was something that you had never mentioned to anyone before, something you were embarrassed to admit, something you had been keeping hidden deep within your heart.

You loved the author who lived by the sea.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

taglist for my beauties : @loverbangchan, @reignessance, @imperfectlyperfectprincess1, @armystay89, @ihrtlix, @jiyeonslays, @lovestaysblogs, @jeyelleohe, @celebration88

[its-avalon-08]

hii, can you write a headcanons for kimi as being boyfriend of a model? tysm!

world apart yet we fit

kimi räikkönen x model!reader

kimi, despite his stoic exterior, secretly keeps every magazine cover or spread y/n is featured in. he has a hidden folder on his laptop titled "the most beautiful smile" which is just y/n's modeling photos.

y/n knows kimi hates attending galas or award shows with her, so she finds ways to make it fun for him. they create a secret game of counting the most outrageous outfits or spotting the most bored celebrities.

kimi isn't the most vocal with his feelings, but he always makes sure to pick y/n up from the airport after a long modeling trip, no matter how early or late it is. he has the biggest bouquet of flowers in his hand along with her favorite take out.

kimi knows healthy eating can be difficult during long modeling shoots. he preps little care packages of her favorite trail mix and healthy snacks to sneak into y/n's luggage.

kimi hates crowded restaurants, so after a race weekend, they have a tradition of ordering takeout from their favorite local place and having a movie marathon in their pajamas (which are matching).

y/n hides little notes with motivational quotes or silly jokes in kimi's race helmet before qualifying or the main race. eg- "my icemean, show them hell xoxo y/n/n"

kimi pretends to be grumpy when y/n gushes about him in interviews, but secretly he loves it. he'll catch her eye from across the room and give her a small, genuine smile.

y/n knows how much kimi values his privacy. she never forces him to be on social media with her, but she might sneak a goofy picture of him relaxing at home into her instagram story every now and then. (he pretends to be annoyed but secretly adores the attention).

kimi isn't the best gift-giver, but he always remembers those little things y/n mentions in passing. he once surprised her with a rare book on a finnish artist she'd admired from afar and he got it for her.

y/n encourages kimi to reconnect with his finnish hobbies. they spend summer afternoons going for quiet nature walks or fishing in the finnish countryside, just the two of them.

kimi, who hates flying, will conquer his fear and accompany y/n on certain shoots if it means they get to explore a new location together.

y/n knows kimi isn't the most expressive with words, so she's learned to read his emotions through small gestures. a raised eyebrow means he's proud of her, a small squeeze of her hand means he's happy. but kimi surprised her and with the help of sebastian as him teammate, he became more expressive and comfortable with pda.

after a particularly tough race, y/n will find kimi sketching in his notebook. it's a little-known hobby that helps him de-stress. she'll sit beside him in comfortable silence, drawing circles with her finger on his bicep, just being a calming presence.

they have a tradition of celebrating each other's victories, big or small. whether it's a podium finish for kimi or a major campaign booking for y/n, they clink champagne flutes (or milk if it's late) and celebrate each other's achievements.

kimi hates the male models who get to comfortable and makes it a point to stay as close to her as possible, causing y/n to jokingly call him her guard dog.

kimi and y/n adore eachother to the end of the earth. he calls her kulta <3

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i hope you enjoyed! happy reading <3 do send in more requests! as for pre existing requests- im working on it! lots of love ava

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[cherri-berries-playplace]

Would you be able to make a Moodboard (or Headcannons if you'd like?) of Caregiver Price with Regressor Gaz? Maybe with cozy/sleepy themes??

Sure thing! Tysm for requesting :) I hope you enjoy! （‐＾▽＾‐）

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Caregiver Price & Regressor Gaz Agere moodboard with cozy/sleepy themes for anon ⡱(᎑ ᎑).zzZ

🌘Headcanons🌒

🛏Price's room is always so comforting, small warm lights cast a perfect glow across his room. Price has always got a candle of some sort going to make it smell nice as well, a very comforting aspect to the space.

🧸In the corner of his room, Price keeps a basket full of Gaz's plushies and pillows. Storing them away until Gaz wants em again and Price would happily let his little one dig through the basket all excited.

🤎Gaz always gets to pick out the blankets the two share, Price offering weighted/larger quilts for Gaz to choose from when it starts to get chilly.

🛌On very sleepy low days, Price and Gaz lay in bed all snuggled up to each other while a soft lullaby plays.

🧸Gaz who brings fidget toys, teethers, and plushies into bed to play with while Price sits beside him finishing up paperwork. Often Price will look over to Gaz with a smile, patting him on the head and reassuring him. :)

🤎Price who get's a cranky Gaz to calm down by laying with him, giving a little Gaz a bottle with warm milk and then a pacifier for Gaz to rest with.

Moodboard made with Picsart! ☆

Click moodboard for better quality! <3

Requests: Open!

Dividers by: @saradika

[imthetunnelunderoceanblvd]

can you do a noncon threesome with Lyle, Quaritch, and a human!fem!reader where she begs them not to cum inside her but no. they have to fill her up with their cum. a lot of teasing and praise/degradation too?? ty!! I love ur writing

milk without the honey.

ִֶָ 𖥔ﾟ— synposis : getting cornered in a dark room was something you didnt wish for; you wonder why it happened to you, you wonder why they chose to do that to you, questions swam in your head as you struggled and screamed and wriggled around trying to get them off of you, one of them put his hand on your mouth in order to muffle your screams.

ִִֶֶָ 𖥔ﾟ— warnings : cnc, degrading, p in v, double penetration, oral (fem rec.), praising, threesome (m/m/f), no plot, no mentions of y/n, no proof reading.

ִִֶ 𖥔ﾟ— pairing : lyle x reader x quaritch

ִֶָ 𖥔ﾟ— a/n : CNC??? I HAD TO WRITE IT. also im so sorry i didnt reply faster.. ive been busy with life sm happened and i forgot everything about my requests and my drafts imma try to finish as much as i can today. tysm for requesting !! <3. also !!! comments are highly appreciated unless theyre bad ones... keep em for urself >< !! have fun reading! i hope you enjoy ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

"you like that? you like being touched by us? hmm? tell me, baby, do you like the way we touch you?" lyle said from behind you, his cock thrusting inside your walls, his breath hot on your neck as he held you close to him to keep you balanced with his fingers in your mouth muffling your screams.

"she sure does…" quaritch said from between your legs, breathing on your cunt the lifting his hand to collect your wetness.

"look how wet she is, just like a little whore;" lyle smirked.

"that right princess? youre a whore for us, yeah?"

you had tears running down your face;

you were trying to fight back at first, tried to scream, cried for someone to help you but you were in an isolated room, you knew it was impossible for anyone to hear you but you tried, now you gave up, you let them use you however they want, became their experimental game.

your face twitched as your felt your orgasm approaching, quaritch felt your pussy throbbing as he lapped at your clit, without a warning, he slipped a finger inside of your vagina, his finger deep down to the knuckle inside of you, the act was excruciating for you but you liked it and you let out a soft muffled moan.

quaritch pulled away right before you climaxed. "get ready, imma gonna put my cock inside your tiny cunt, you g'na like it,"

you were too tired to argue back and just sat there waiting as lyles fingers left your mouth to play with your tits, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers as he sucked on the flesh of your neck.

"you gonna let everybody know that i fucked you? gonna let em know you belong to daddy? hm?" lyle talked to you while quaritch slammed his cock inside of you and you moaned loudly.

you had quaritchs and lyles cocks inside of you, both cocks rubbing on each other making them twitch inside of you, quaritchs hand went to your neck, choking you til your eyes widened and your lips went blue in color.

"p – plea – hh – se.. plea–!

s–top"

quaritch was amused by your beggings and after a few seconds of holding you there, he withdrew his hand from your neck.

lyle was groaning like a wild animal and quaritch gave him a knowing look. "gonna let us cum inside your tiny cunt?" quaritch said and your eyes widened as you shook your head 'no'.

"no – please s – stop – no.. please

pleasepleasepleaseplease.. dont please.." you had started crying and quaritch just smirked while lyle was lost in the feeling of your cunt tightening around both cocks.

"gonna pump my seed right inside of you, baby," quaritch said with a groan.

"wanna have our kids inside of ya?"

"she sure — she sure does!"

you closed your eyes and cried. "please no please stop please stop please stop.." you started rambling as your thighs started to shake and your muscles spasm and just like that you release on quaritchs pubic region.

"what a good bitch… coating me with your pretty fluids,"

"ha.. see colonel, told ya she a catch,"

both men smirked as they twitched inside your body.. once… twice…

they released inside of you, one after the other, and you were left alone in that room, laying down on the floor feeling useless and disgusting.

you were disgusted with yourself. disgusted with the idea of you enjoying it. and that was true, you were disgusting because you liked every bit of it, so laying down with your legs shaking, with spit and cum drying on your pussy, you reached down to touch yourself.

[cielles-random-vault]

OMG! I love that you included the age regression part in the Hobie and neurodivergent reader thing! It's really cool to see people write for it especially with Hobie! It would be really cool if you could write more for it! No pressure tho! (Your writing is really really cool! /srs)

OMG TYSM ILY I- <3 <3 <3 /p

ofc!! if you want i can try writing it for all characters ? but im scared it'd be repetitive 🥲

BUT OMG I'M SO HAPPY PPL LIKE MY WRITING AAAAAA /pos

so here have a lil fic :3 tysm once again ily this made my day /g /p

sharing a non verbal moment in little space with hobie !

author's note: omg anon you made me so happy you fr got me giggling and kicking my feet in the air /pos

author's note 2: age regression is a coping mechanism often used by trauma/abuse victims in which one puts themself at the age they were when the trauma occurred - find more about it here!

synopsis/content: just a whole bunch of fluff for my new favorite anon <33 reader is a non verbal age regressor and gender neutral 🦅 this won't be proofread 🕺🏻also hobie is the reader's boyfriend <3 aaaand small mention of trauma

you heard some gentle knocking on the door of your room.

"doll? can i come in?" hobie asked, waiting for your response.

seeing you didn't say anything, he gently invited himself in.

as he noticed you playing with your stuffed animals on the floor, he instantly knew you were age regressing.

though you never talked to him about your trauma, he knew what were the signs of you being in your little space, so he tried his best to support you as he knew it was a trauma induced coping mechanism.

"i'm sorry i arrived late at the tea party" he says, joining you on the floor.

you chuckle at the sight of your boyfriend - the punk, careless boy - taking parts in such activities.

you took a small piece of paper and a colorful, shiny pencil next to you and started to write something.

"me.. can't talk.. me is nonverbal.." read hobie. "no problem!" he says with a frank smile. "you don't have to talk if you don't want to, there's really no pressure. do you want to watch some cartoons while i prepare you your favorite food? we can cuddle and fill in some coulouring books if you'd like to?"

you nod and flap your hands in excitement.

a few moments later, your boyfriend got in the living room with two plates of dino nuggets and a glass of vanilla milk and sat next to you.

while the two of you were eating, you excitedly pointed to the tv.

"bluey? is this who you are trying to show me?" he asked.

you nod as excitedly as you pointed out your favorite character again.

"you're right, star." hobie nods. "bluey is also my favorite character. you know why? because she reminds me a lot of you - being so cute and when she's all excited."

you and your boyfriend kept on watching bluey and filling out coloring books for so much time you started to get tired.

"say, isn't my little star getting tired?" he asked as he noticed you started yawning.

you tried to shake your head as a way to say no, but soon after that you started falling asleep on your colorings.

"come on, little one, i think it's time we go to sleep" hobie said softly. "don't worry, tomorrow we will have plenty of time to finish those coloring pages."

you headed to the bathroom, holding hands while he helped you brush your teeth and fix your hair.

he then helped you getting in bed, making sure that you didn't leave out any plushies on the floor (that made you sad) and joined you for some pre-sleep cuddles.

"have a good night star" he says as he softly kisses your cheek. "i love you."

THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE ILY FOR THAT ANON <333 I HOPE YOU'LL ENJOY <333

[lightsoutletsgo]

hey, could I request a ship please? ideally with 2 options but whatever works! I'm 5'10", some of my hobbies are horse riding, playing the piano and violin and singing. I previously worked in publishing and I'm just about to move into working for a charity. I'm chatty and bubbly but can also be introverted and enjoy staying in as much as going out! I love spending time outdoors and will give most things a go.

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hi lovely! tysm for sending this in, I really hope you like it! I knew who I was going to pick for you straight away! happy reading! mimi

CHARLES LECLERC ᝰ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ - always calls you mon étoile or mon coeur - loves your hands and how they link with his - his love language with you is quality time - for your birthday he gets you a vinyl of all of the songs you've played together that he's sneakily recorded on his phone as soon as I saw that you play the piano and the violin and you sing I immediately thought of charles! I feel like he would love that you guys can play and jam out together, whether it's creating beautiful instrumentals or singing your favourite songs on a rainy day when the weather adds to the atmosphere and the lighting is dim. charles would love to listen to you ramble about your work. he finds it adorable how excited you get. one of his favourite things to do is just ask you about it so he can watch your eyes light up and your smile get even bigger. he sometimes asks you if there's any way he can help whether it's through donations or fundraisers or appearances! (he also tries to convince some of the other drivers to help too)

cosy dinner dates in his apartment are a super common occurrence (even if you end up ordering in!), he loves going the extra mile with fancy cloth napkins, candles and a nice bottle of wine (or your favourite non-alcoholic drink that he insists you drink out of wine glasses - even if it's strawberry milk).

"mon coeur?" charles head pokes around the door of his apartment's spare bedroom which is seemingly becoming your office space more and more each day, "mhmm?" you barely even glance up from your laptop and he huffs, padding over to you and squeezing your shoulders, "are you almost finished?" you stretch and tip your head back to look at him. he kisses your forehead and smiles down at you, "dinner is in the oven and I have a new song I really want you to hear." your hand cups his face as your thumb rubs over his cheek, "I can't wait to hear it my love."

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

PIERRE GASLY ᝰ.ᐟ₊ ⊹ - calls you bébé or ma chérie - has an obsession with gently holding your face and looking into your eyes - no matter where you are or what you're doing - his love language with you is physical touch - pierre loves to gift you with experiences! spa trips, mini weekend breaks away, fancy restaurants or those immersive art gallery tours

pierre loves that you can be outgoing and enjoy time with mutual friends. there's nothing he loves more than going out to dinner with friends when he has a break! those evenings are made all the sweeter by getting to go home with you when you're feeling tired. he loves coming home and lying in bed with you, hands gently running up and down your arms or softly tracing his fingers over your back.

he thinks it's great that you're up for anything and loves visiting new places with you whether it's a restaurant with a unique menu and vibe or a new activity, the fact you're so willing to embrace new things and go on adventures for him makes his tummy flip.

pierre could listen to you talk for hours, even if you're not talking to him. it's why he enjoys hanging out in a group with you. he just loves being able to listen to your voice and giggles. even if he doesn't understand what on what you're talking about you still have his full and undivided attention.

"are you almost ready to go bébé?" you turn and smile at him from your vanity at the foot of the bed. he sits there just gazing at you lovingly, not rushing you in any way. "yep! are you going to tell me where we're going yet?" he laughs and winks at you before he shakes his head, "nope! you'll find out when you get there! but you're going to love it." you giggle and take the hand he's extended to you, "it's not going to be like the place we went to last week right? I still can't believe we ate dinner in the dark." pierre pokes your nose before holding out a blindfold for you. as you place it over your eyes and turn for him to secure it, he slides his hands around your waist and pulls you back into him, "I promise chérie, you'll love it."

[jujutsubaby]

ahhh hello! I saw your 100 followers event and first of all, congratsss! you have an attack on titan option so I'm choosing Maison Rose cafe! I'm probably in that cafe to do some nerdy research and won't order a lot to eat but I'll have a soy milk, a matcha latte, and a kouign-amann (lmao idk how to order)

(For context, I'm sapphic so I'd love a meet cute with someone nonbinary or a woman, that's all thanks love lotss)

a/n: thank you so much for sending this sweet ask babe!! hope you enjoy, had so much fun writing nerds having a meet cute hehe >:) tysm for your patience in waiting for this!! sry it's taking me a while to get thru these i am just so busy lately but i assure everyone i'm working diligently on them!!! <333

🌹 WELCOME TO MAISON ROSE ! 🌹

🤍 PAIRING. hange

🤍 WORD COUNT. 970

saturday mornings — an ideal time for some “you time”. and for you, your ideal “you time” means camping out at your favorite local cafe, maison rose, with the latest editions of the many scientific journals you subscribe to. 

as a senior researcher for the survey corps, most of your colleagues prefer to spend their time off reading anything other than studies on titans, given that that’s most of your job. you can’t help but be fascinated enough by them that you use your precious time off to stay on top of the latest discoveries, though.

your area of interest is titan regeneration, and you’re thumbing through a recently published study on that topic this particular morning as you sip your customary soy matcha latte between nibbles of a delectably sugary kouign-amann.  

you look up idly when you hear the doors to the cafe open; maison rose is typically pretty empty on saturday mornings other than you and the couple of other regular patrons, so you’re curious to see who’s coming in now.

 you gasp when you see it’s not just anyone, but practically a celebrity — the survey corps fieldwork star, hange zoe! 

given that your work has been more data analysis and lab-based, the people who do fieldwork are kind of your heroes, and hange zoe is at the top of that pyramid. this is your first time seeing them in person up close, and you try not to stare.

as they stride in and swagger towards the counter, you sigh to yourself; of course they’d just exude cool, on top of everything. 

beyond hange’s inherent charisma, powerful physique, and arrestingly sharp features, though, you admire their mind more than anything. your careers came up around the same time, so you have read almost all of their interviews in everything from mainstream newspapers to esoteric research newsletters. their interviews are always sprinkled with scientific knowledge and wit alike; their narrative voice just has a way of capturing your attention. (you absolutely don’t have a crush on them or anything — you just deeply admire them as a scientist!) 

you turn your eyes back down to your journal and take another sip of your rapidly cooling drink, allowing the pleasantly earthy flavor bring you back down to earth. so what if your long-term celebrity research crush is within breathing distance of you? that’s a pretty average situation, right? you need to get a grip! 

you try not to be too acutely aware as they pick up their americano and madeleines (not that you were paying attention to what they were ordering), and you have to remind yourself to breathe when they flop down at the table right next to yours with a loud sigh, stretching their long arms and legs out. 

fieldwork must be tiring, you think to yourself.

“yeah, tell me about it,” hange laughs, looking right at you. oops. did you just say that out loud instead of thinking it to yourself?! 

if they notice that you’ve gone completely beet red, they ignore it kindly. 

“i should’ve joined the research division like you did instead of signing up for fieldwork, i reckon,” they say with a rueful smile. hold on. they know who you are?!

they must mistake your silence for offense, since their face suddenly opens up into an exaggerated expression of shock. “oh! not to say that what you do is easy. just that i think it’s…well….so cool. so much cooler than what i do — well, not that seeing titans up close isn’t cool, but sometimes i feel like we’re just a glorified cleanup squad…i think the research studies you folks publish are just rad. like that one you published last month in Serum, about the purpose of steam in titans’ regeneration? that was just…way cool! ah, sorry! i’m rambling again…” they trail off with a sheepish chuckle.  

your jaw dropped during their whole spiel. your lab had gotten a small pet project of yours published in a recent edition of Serum, one of the more specialized titan biology related journals; it wasn’t even that popular, and your study was really just one smaller part of the project overall. you had still been proud, though, since that part of the project had felt like your baby.

you had no idea that anybody outside you and your immediate research group even cared about it,  let alone the hange zoe! 

“you’re interested in this stuff?” you ask. “i had no idea our boring grunt work would hold any appeal to a rockstar of the field like you.” you don’t hold back your admiration for them, feeling emboldened by their knowledge of your work. 

“you’re anything but boring, y/n!” they clap a hand over their mouth suddenly. “ooh, sorry, is it ok if i call you y/n? sorry, i just read so much of your work that i feel like i know you!” they laugh again. their smile is infectious, since you find yourself giggling too.

“i feel the same way!” you respond. “i loved your interview in Paradis Times last month about how you collect titan specimens safely! i felt like i was out there in the field with you.”

hange, grinning from ear to ear now, is shaking their head in disbelief. “i can’t believe the y/n l/n knows about little old me! oh, i’m starstruck! listen, do you mind if i pick your brain about your research? i have a feeling i have a lot to learn from you.” 

you agree, and they scrawl their phone number on your hand, apropos of nothing. you blush at the feeling of their hand around yours…and something possesses you to say “we can talk about things other than research, too. if you’d like.”

they give you that radiant, gorgeous grin again. “i’d like that very much, y/n.”  

[hyungseos-cafe]

Pairing: Neighbor!Sangyeon x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff and comedy

Warning(s): None

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: Being the new lead executive manager meant moving to a new city and new cities mean new experiences. New experiences included receiving a fresh matcha latte on your door step every morning before work. For weeks these lattes showed up until one day you finally caught.... Your neighbor?

A/n: Hi ally! Tysm for placing your order with Hyungseos-cafe! I hope you enjoy! I also made Sangyeon to be a clumbsy and silly boy  ₍ᐢ.  ̫.ᐢ₎  One more thing! I ended up doing some light research on matcha and heavily referenced this page!

Order for @winterchimez

┊⋆ ˚✯✩. Songs to listen to while reading: Blue - Kamal, Patterns - Chelan + NNAVY .✩✯⋆ ˚ ┊

Taglist: @deoboyznet

000. 

“I just can’t find any coffee shops that make good matcha lattes here” Sangyeon heard coming from the hallway. He had just come home from a long day of work when he heard the unfamiliar voice speak. His interest had suddenly peaked at the prospect of a new neighbor since his previous one left about two months ago which left the third floor of the building relatively quiet. He began rounding the corner when his eyes where the voice had come from. 

You just moved into the older apartment complex after your job transferred you to the newest branch where you now have the role of lead executive manager. Finding your way around the big new city was easy, however finding a coffee shop that makes a matcha latte just how you liked it… Difficult. Your search for a good coffee shop began as soon as you landed. Coffee shop-hopping, that’s what your best friend on the phone said when you told her your troubles. 

Making eye contact with your new neighbor, you whispered to your best friend who was on the other line about calling her back later. 

“Hey” Sangyeon waved 

“Oh hey! I’m your new neighbor I guess” You waved back 

“I’m Sangyeon! Welcome to the neighborhood!” 

“Y/n, thanks”

That was it, that was the only interaction Sangyeon had with you. Oddly enough this short interaction fueled his desire to make you his best matcha latte… Erm, well after he learned how to make them. 

001. 

“Wait, so there's two grades of matcha?” He thought out loud, there are two grades of matcha, ceremonial grade matcha and culinary grade matcha. 

“Ceremonial grade matcha is used in Japanese tea ceremonies and culinary grade matcha is used for coffee and baking” Sangyeon jotted down in his notebook. The poor boy had 10 different tabs opened on his laptop. 

“Alright, so next step is to buy some matcha” 

The next following days Sangyeon spent researching the best tea houses to visit and inquired about their matcha tea powders. After hours of research, Sangyeon settled on ‘Lucid Dream Tea House’  , the city's most highly rated tea house. Upon arrival, he noticed the delicately decorated interior. High ceilings with floor to ceiling windows, brick walls, dainty fairy lights and wooden countertops with mismatched wooden stools. 

“Hi, welcome to Lucid Dream Tea House! How can I help you?” The kind barista greeted him. 

“Hey, thanks! I was actually looking for some matcha powder, do you sell that here?”

“We do indeed, would you want to try some?”

Sangyeon nodded as the barista walked over to the bar and prepared a matcha flight. The barista began by soaking the matcha whisk while sifting some matcha powder into 3 different cups. The barista then poured a small amount of hot water into each cup before one by one whisking. 

“Alrighty, so the first cup here is called the Matcha Sunrise which has a base of our culinary grade matcha from Shizuoka prefecture with milk and a fresh mango puree” The barista explained while handing the cup over to Sangyeon. The latte has a slight bitterness from the matcha that is cut with the tartness of the mango puree. 

“Next, we have just our classic Matcha Latte sweetened with a simple syrup infused with vanilla bean from Madagascar” The barista explained, the latte was a perfect balance of sweet and bitter. Sangyeon nodded, pointing out the unique flavor of the vanilla bean. 

“These are delicious! Before I get to the last one, I would love to buy some matcha powder to make some lattes at home” 

“That’s really great to hear! I’ll make sure to send you home with our signature matcha powder” The barista smiled. 

“Okay, our last and final latte is a bit of an experiment for us I would admit, so it doesn’t quite have a name yet. This latte is again our signature matcha powder with milk and a sweetened black sesame paste” The latte was delicious and had a slight nutty flavor from the sesame paste. 

Sangyeon sat at the bar contemplating which latte he wanted to recreate and after some deep thought, he decided to start with the classic latte. It required very minimal ingredients and was rather simple. Once he mastered that, he could move onto more complex drinks. Meanwhile the barista went to wash the cups and retrieve a can of matcha powder for Sangyeon to purchase. 

After the barista returned with the matcha, Sangyeon stood up to follow the barista to the register. “Have you decided which latte you’d like to recreate?” The barista gently questioned. 

“Yes, I actually have! I want to start with something simple, so the classic matcha latte you made seemed perfect!” 

“Oh wonderful! Just a quick tip though, as you are just starting out, you don’t actually need to buy madagascar vanilla. It’s actually quite expensive, so just a simple vanilla extract from the supermarket will do the trick” 

“Thank you” Sangyeon bowed as he finished paying. 

002. 

“Okay so, first step is to soak the matcha whisk in hot water, done. Next heat up some milk in the milk frother, done” Sangyeon spoke to himself while he prepared the vanilla infused simple syrup. Taking the barista's advice, he went for the cheaper vanilla extract. The simple syrup was just equal parts water to sugar with a splash of vanilla. 

“Now we take out the whisk and sift some matcha into a bowl” He began taking a mini scoop of the matcha and delicately sifted it into a small bowl and poured some hot water over and began whisking. 

“Last step, pour the frothy milk into a cup with a bit of simple syrup and then pour the matcha on top” 

Before rewarding himself with his hard work, Sangyeon began cleaning his work station. Cleaning up his little mess from the milk splatters on the counter top and a mini matcha explosion from accidently sneezing when he sniffed the matcha. 

“Let’s hope this tastes good” Sangyeon said to himself before going in to take a sip. His face contorted, bitter. Too bitter. 

003. 

“The cup I made last time was way too bitter,” Sangyeon noted as he began researching on his laptop. Apparently the bitterness was due to the water being too hot, the matcha was required to be heated at a certain temperature. 

Taking what he learned from many failed attempts, he went back to the kitchen to heat up some milk in the frother once again before lowering the temperature for the boiled water. This time, he made sure not to sneeze again because this matcha powder isn’t cheap… 

Using the leftover vanilla simple syrup, he mixed the matcha and gave it a quick taste…. 

004. 

While practicing his matcha latte making skills, Sangyeon made an effort to pay attention to when you left for the office every morning. 7:30 am, that was the time you always left which meant he would have to wake up at least an hour before to prepare everything. Honestly waking up at 6:30 wasn’t too bad considering he used to wake up earlier for his previous job. Now that he worked a less strenuous job that didn’t require him to be at the office until 10 am meant he had ample time. 

The next morning, Sangyeon woke up 15 minutes before his alarm that was set at 6:30. He was so excited to surprise you that he rushed to get ready. Once he entered his kitchen, he began laying out his tools. Milk frother, matcha whisk, sifter, cups, milk, matcha powder and the second batch of vanilla simple syrup he made the night before. 

Pouring the milk into the frother and soaking the matcha whisk, Sangyeon began placing a small heaping scoop of matcha and sifted the matcha into the small cup below. He poured over some hot water and took the whisk from the water and started to gently whisk while the milk was heating up. After the matcha was slightly foamy, he poured a bit of the simple syrup into another tall glass cup before pouring in the frothed milk. He then took the matcha he whisked and poured it over the milk with the back of a spoon to not splash the matcha. 

Sangyeon checked the time “7:15” it read, meaning he had 15 minutes before you left to drop the latte off at your door. Quickly, he jotted down a short note on the back of an old receipt and headed to your door. Calming down his breathing, he placed the drink onto your door mat leaving the note next to it and knocked on your door. He sprinted back to his apartment, watching through the peephole he saw your face light up with a smile. Seeing your eyes light up taking a sip made him smile. 

005.

“I’m telling you! Someone in my building keeps dropping off these amazing matcha lattes for me! I don’t know who it is” You spoke on the phone, you had just left the apartment complex before hopping onto the train with said latte in hand. The note attached to the latte read “Hope you’ve been enjoying these lattes! They’re so matcha fun to make” You smiled, shoving the note into your pocket. 

From the other side of the door sat Sangyeon on the floor giddy with excitement. Now that he knows you’re enjoying his lattes, the next step was to upgrade the notes. He had been scribbling notes onto old receipts and he knew that you deserved better. Sangyeon turned to get ready and headed out to the nearest stationary store. There, he picked up some memo pads and nice pens. He picked up a variety pack of fruit memo pads and a pack of nice gel pens. 

The next morning, Sangyeon woke up a little later than usual, 6:45 am which meant he only had half an hour to prepare everything. Sangyeon quickly got ready and rushed into the kitchen to soak the matcha whisk while heating up some water. Surprisingly, everything went well considering the limited time. As soon as he finished garnishing the latte with some matcha powder, he took a memo sheet from the stack he bought yesterday and jotted down a quick note. 

“Have a great day ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ” the note read, however little did he know, you were behind the door leaving a few minutes early. Your boss had to call out suddenly which left you with more work than you could manage. As soon as you opened your door, you were met with Sangyeon. His eyes slowly widened as he realized the situation. 

He abruptly shoved the latte (with a lid of course) into your hand and quickly turned around with the note dropping from his hands. He was caught. Sangyeon was surprised when you knocked on his door with a sheepish smile. 

“H-hey neighbor” You began holding tightly onto the cup so as to not drop it from nervousness. 

“Hi, I’m sorry if you thought someone else was making you lattes” Sangyeon sighed, not looking into your eyes. 

“Oh, no, these are delicious! I was wondering who made these, so I’m really glad I found out it was you” 

“Really? I’m glad you like them! I can always stop if you want, I didn’t want to overstep your boundaries”

You smiled, your neighbor was this shy, incredibly talented and handsome man, yet he was quite modest which made him all the more adorable. You stood there smiling at him, but it was your turn to be shocked as the time passed. 

“Shoot, I’m so sorry, I really need to leave now. Gosh, work got really busy. Will I see you later?” You hurriedly sputtered out as you headed towards the stairs, turning to hear his response. 

“Yeah, no worries! Get to work safely” 

006. 

It slowly became a tradition that Sangyeon would make you a custom matcha latte every morning adorned with latte art and a sprinkle of matcha. You woke up every morning expecting cute latte art and honestly, you were never disappointed. The notes slowly became sweeter until one day the words scribbled shocked you. 

“Meet me at Lucid Dream Tea House tonight at 6, I want to ask you something” the note read, your heart began beating outside of your chest. Did your neighbor just as you out? Unfortunately for you, work came first, so you sat through a long meeting… Which could have been an email that dragged on longer than expected. However, luckily for you, the tea house was just a block down from your office. 

Once you arrived, your eyes met. It was Sangyeon, he sat at the table near the large windows with what looks like another latte? He looked handsome with his hair slicked back, he was dressed casually in a sweatshirt and jeans. It was a simple look, but something about it made your heart tingle. Maybe it was the specs or the hair? Or maybe it was him. 

“You’re here” Sangyeon beamed, his smile was gorgeous, almost as gorgeous as his face. 

“I am, thank you for inviting me”

“It’s no problem, I actually brought you here so I could as you something”

“S-sure” You shifted uncomfortably in your chair, the worry in your eyes evident as your lips pressed into a thin line.

“Well, now that you know it was me making you these lattes” he gestures to the latte in your hand 

“I– I uh, well, I was uh” Sangyeon struggled to get a coherent sentence out as he cleared his throat.

“Wou– would you like to go out sometime?” 

“M– me?” You pointed to yourself, the shock was evident in your face as you sat back in your seat. 

“You seem shocked, did I say something wrong? I didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I?”

“No, not at all! You just took me off guard, I wasn’t expecting you to return the feelings. That’s all” 

It was his turn to be shocked, it completely shook his world that his neighbor, the one he’s been making lattes for actually returned his feelings? The endless trips to various tea houses, the hours of research and many failed lattes made it all worth it. You were worth it. 

“We’re the perfect matcha, don’t you think?” You giggled at your own pun. 

“Absolutely” Sangyeon smiled, he reached across the table to take your hand in his.

[win-writes]

Happy Valentine’s Day! The chocolate themes for the prompts are really cute. I love the connection!

Can I request Dazai (if you get a lot of Dazai requests, I’ll request Nikolai instead) with milk chocolate 6 and 10?

Once again, Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope it was great for you!

୭ ˚ 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘬 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 6: “𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?” ୭ ˚ 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘬 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 10: “𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘶𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵? 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯δ 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦��𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪’𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭”

༶ pairing; dazai x reader

༶ contains; angst, toxic!dazai, fighting, no comfort

༶ word count; 1.1k

༶ a/n; tysm sweetheart, i'm really glad you liked the event<3 hope you'll enjoy this as well<3

At first, there was screaming.

So many emotions filling your soul, so little space in your heart to contain them all. Therefore, you let it out with your words. Words that hit his own soul like knives. Words that poison his heart like venom. Words you kept inside for so long, not wanting to put more burden in his life that he already carries every day.

The day he walked out of your life, was the day you felt your heart stop for the first time. And with him, he took everything that made your days brighter. But you didn't give up. You kept fighting each day for your own sake. Picking up the pieces he so easily smashed your heart into. And you did it. You finally managed to find the light he stole from you. You finally found yourself sleeping peacefully without waking up to a soaked from your tears pillow. You found the sun after countless of days spent inside the storm he cursed you with.

So why is he here now? Why is he standing inside your once shared apartment again? What else could he possibly take away from you? Why is he speaking of love and asking for forgiveness when he's the one who made crystal clear that he fell out of love for you and left you at your lowest?

"Don't you dare spit that word in front of me again!" you're wild with rage, not a care in the world if your neighbors can hear you. Dazai's face lacks expression, as if he knew that would be your exact reaction. And he did "Why? Does it scare you?" he takes one step closer to you "Does it scare you knowing you're the only person that made me feel something?"

"Feel something?" you laugh sarcastically "Did you also feel something when you left me here to rot?" his lips are pressed in a thin line "I did what was best for you" you turn your back at him, hopelessly trying to erase him from your vision "Of course you did" your tone is low but cold "The great Dazai who knows everything!"

He's about to approach you before you turn to face him again "I never asked you to make decisions for me! Yet you didn't even bother yourself to ask me what i needed" your face hardens. Dazai's sad eyes observe your face carefully. Your expression is almost unrecognizable to him. You've never looked in his eyes with so much darkness.

"And now what? Suddenly it's okay for us to be together? Are your predictions telling you that now the best thing for me is to take you back and pretend nothing ever happened?" you raise your hands out of frustration, unable to contain your rage anymore. "Maybe if you listen to me, you'll understand" he grabs you by the wrist, pulling you closer to him, but you snatch away your hand and take a few steps back.

"Alright then" you take a deep breath to collect yourself "I'm all ears" you cross your hands under your chest. Dazai huffs "I know what I said that day and I know how much I hurt you" his eyes fall to your feet, almost ashamed to look directly at you "I know you deserve better, I always did. So I thought that if I leave you and you moved on, things would be right" your face softens at his words.

You know how lowly he thinks of himself. You spend so many nights trying to talk him out of it. To make him see himself the way you do. To convince him that he's so much more than the horrible things he did in the past that still haunt him.

"But my feelings for you never changed" he finally raises his gaze from the ground "Call me selfish, but I couldn't bring my heart to let you go" and with his final words, you snap "So you came back now that I finally picked myself up from the bottom you dropped me?" a frown flashed across your face "Do you think I want to live with the fear I'll have to go through this again the next time you decide to leave?"

"Do you think I wanted to love you?"

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops "Do you think it was easy for me? To let go of the only person that took me in despite my past?" you feel tears pool your eyes "No, don't turn this on you, you're not the victim here" your voice cracks. You bit your lip, desperately trying to hold back your tears of frustration "I'm not one of those criminals you play mind games with! Don't try to make me feel sorry for you when you're the one who destroyed what he had!"

Dazai slowly takes steps your way "I'm simply trying to fix the mess I caused" you walk backwards, but your back hits the wall. Cornered with nowhere else to go, Dazai takes the chance and places his hands against the wall with you in the middle. He smirks, staring at you like a predator stares at its prey "We both know that deep down, you love that I came back running to you" another wave of anger hits you violently and forces you to push him away "Drop the act, you can't fool me. I told you, you can't play your mind games with me" your reaction turns his cocky expression to a shocked one "Tell me why the hell are you here"

"I miss us, don't you get it? Every day I spend without you feels like i'm in hell"

And now silence.

Both of you just stand there looking at each other. His face is full of all kinds of emotions. Agony, rage, sadness. All mixed together perfectly. As for yours?

Empty.

On the outside, one would assume that maybe you didn't hear him. Or maybe you simply didn't care of what he just said. But on the inside, you were relieved. You can't really explain why, but the fact that you managed to bring the Dazai in such state, relaxes your soul. Like that was the missing piece in the puzzle you tried to put together all this time away from him.

"You should have thought of this earlier" your tone is soft. You walk right pass him towards the door with his eyes glued on you "I think it's time you leave. For good" you open the door, waiting for his last words before finally closing this chapter in your life.

But he doesn't say a thing. He gives you a forced smile and simply walks out of your house for the last time. You close the door and let your body fall against it. A few tears you've been holding back roll down your face at last. Tears of sadness? Happiness? You can't tell. And you don't care to find out. All that matters now is that you're finally ready to move on.

Finally, you're free.

[aventurinemylove]

Read you're taking requests can you do a Wanderer x reader? Reader really loves him and dotes on him a lot. She would say things that would catch him by surprise then get shy or embarrass but he likes it a lot he won't say it tho, he's not yet used to genuine affection.

Their feelings are mutual but they have no label.

Just pure fluff please.

A/n- TYSM FOR THE REQ IT TOOK ME A WHILE DUE TO SCHOOL AND BRAINSTORMING HOPE U ENJOY!

I really do love you kunikuzushi<3

Pure fluff

You and Scaramouche were walking down inazuma city drinking dango milk, he wouldn’t admit It but he enjoys time with you and enjoys these fluffy moments with you.You were the only person who met him when he was kunikuzushi and stayed with him ever since it took him awhile to open up to you but when he did he saw u as person he can’t lose at all, he wants to protect you and keep you from harm way because you truly were the only person he’s ever needed. As for you, you loved kunikuzushi as for who he was deep down you knew he was hurt and all he need was open arms to hold him when he was sad or hurt, which you always provided. As you guys were walking down, u walked by an old couple sharing their food and talking.you can tell how I love with eachother they were,“Kuni look” you pointed to the old couple kunikuzushi looked at them with a rather confused look why were you telling him to look at them? “Kuni thats going to be us soon” you said kissing his cheek and looking away. It takes him a minute to process before you turns a RED RED and looks away and covers his face with his hat . While you weren’t paying attention scaramouche pecks your cheek a “if you wanted a kiss you should’ve just asked for it idiot” he says covering his face with his hat. You continued your walk showing him flowers that reminded you of him or showing him the most beautiful landscapes he’s ever seen. And honestly getting his vison and being able to travel with you was really a blessing, he can now protect you from harm and also be with someone he really loves and cherishes.<3

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member can't find her favourite snack after ONCE's discovered about it

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that my friend smit24123, who gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: Hi surprise surprise it's me I have one where foreigner 10th member likes to order their favorite snack aka graham crackers (because it's not in Korea) and the fans find out and it's sold out so 10th member gets frustrated because they grew up on it and they (10th member) can't get it. Ps I love your one-shot's

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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It was a crisp autumn evening in Seoul. TWICE, one of South Korea's most beloved girl groups had just finished a successful concert, leaving their fans in high spirits. As the members made their way back to their dressing room, they were greeted by a familiar sight, a table overflowing with gifts and fan letters.

Y/N, the group's youngest member, had always been known for her warm and approachable demeanour. She loved interacting with fans and reading their heartfelt messages. Today was no different as she eagerly began sifting through the pile of letters and gifts, a smile gracing her lips as she uncovered the heartfelt words of support.

Among the letters, there was one that caught her attention: a beautifully decorated envelope with her name written in intricate calligraphy. The maknae carefully opened it, revealing a handwritten letter from a fan named Soo-Min.

Dear Y/N,

I hope you had a wonderful concert tonight! I wanted to send you a little something special to show my support. I know you've mentioned in interviews that you miss a snack from your home country, graham crackers. I've included a box of them in this package for you. I hope you enjoy them!

With love, Soo-Min

The younger girl's eyes widened with surprise and joy as she carefully pulled out the box of graham crackers. She couldn't believe that a fan had gone to such lengths to send her a taste of home. Graham crackers had been a staple of her childhood, and she often reminisced about the simple pleasure of dipping them in milk.

The other members noticed their sunshine's excitement and gathered around her, curious about the contents of the package.

Nayeon - What's that, kid?

Y/N beamed at her older sisters. 

Y/N - It's graham crackers, my favourite snack from back home! Soo-Min, one of our fans, sent them to me. Can you believe it? *shining eyes*

The members were thrilled for their child and applauded Soo-Min's thoughtful gesture. They watched as Y/N eagerly opened the box and took out a cracker, savouring the familiar taste.

Y/N - These are amazing! I haven't had these in so long... *smiles*

The rest of the members tried a graham cracker and nodded in agreement. They were indeed delicious.

Over the next few weeks, TWICE's angel's love for graham crackers became a running joke among the unnies. She would often be seen snacking on them during breaks, and her enthusiasm was infectious. The members even started calling her the Graham Cracker Queen.

But as Y/N's love for graham crackers became more well-known, something unexpected happened. Fans started sending her boxes and boxes of the snack, turning it into a sort of running joke. The youngest's dressing room began to fill with graham cracker packages, and she couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

Y/N - I'm going to have enough graham crackers to last a lifetime.

She joked with her members.

However, as time went on, the availability of graham crackers in Seoul started to decline. The snack became increasingly difficult to find in local stores, and fans began to notice. They took it upon themselves to search for graham crackers to send to Y/N, but many came back empty-handed, frustrated by the scarcity of the beloved snack.

The idol's heart sank when she received a message from Soo-Min, the fan who had initially sent her the graham crackers.

Y/N, I'm so sorry. I've been trying to find more graham crackers to send you, but they seem to be sold out everywhere. I don't know what's happening.

TWICE's honeybee felt a pang of disappointment. She had grown so fond of the snack, and the thought of not being able to enjoy it anymore was disheartening. She decided to keep the news to herself, not wanting to burden her fans with her frustration.

As the weeks went by, Y/N's stash of graham crackers reduced, and she rationed them carefully. She couldn't bring herself to tell the members just how much she missed the taste of home, especially when they had all grown so fond of the snack themselves.

One evening, as TWICE was preparing for another concert, the members gathered in their dressing room for a pre-show pep talk. Jihyo, their leader and Y/N's mama, noticed that her kid seemed quieter than usual.

Jihyo - Is everything okay, cutie pie? *concerned voice*

Y/N hesitated for a moment before deciding to share her feelings. 

Y/N - Well mama, you know how I've been getting those graham crackers from fans, right?

The members nodded, remembering the ongoing joke.

Y/N - I love them so much. But I haven't been able to find them anywhere in Seoul lately. It's like they've disappeared, and I miss them so much. *quivering voice while pouting*

The unnies exchanged sympathetic glances. They had no idea that their babygirl had been struggling with the scarcity of graham crackers.

Jihyo reached out and placed a comforting hand on the maknae's shoulder while pulling her onto her chest for a cuddle. 

Jihyo - We had no idea you were feeling this way, honey. We're here for you. Omma's here, baby.

Y/N smiled gratefully at her sisters, especially Jihyo, her eyes glistening with tears. 

Y/N - Thank you, unnies. I just needed to get it off my chest.

As TWICE took the stage that night, they gave an electrifying performance, but Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of longing for graham crackers. She had grown to appreciate the little things that reminded her of home, and those simple crackers had become a symbol of comfort and nostalgia.

Little did Y/N know that her confession had not gone unnoticed by her fans. In the days that followed, the hashtag #BringBackGrahamCrackersForY/N began trending on social media. Fans embarked on a mission to find the unavailable snack, searching stores and reaching out to companies in a bid to replenish their idol's supply.

Soo-Min, the fan who had initially sent Y/N the graham crackers, took it upon herself to contact the snack's manufacturer. She explained the girl's love for the product and how it had become a symbol of home for the young idol. The manufacturer, moved by the story, promised to do their best to restock the snack in Seoul.

News of the manufacturer's commitment spread like wildfire among fans, and hope was renewed. TWICE's sunflower was overwhelmed by the outpouring of support from her fans, who were going to great lengths to bring back the beloved graham crackers.

Days turned into weeks, and then, one evening, as Y/N was preparing for another concert, there was a knock on her dressing room door. Startled, she opened it to find a delivery person holding a package.

Delivery person - Is this for Y/N of TWICE? 

Y/N nodded, her heart racing with anticipation. She accepted the package and tore it open, revealing a sight that left her speechless. Dozens of boxes of graham crackers, more than she could have ever imagined.

The other members rushed over to see what was happening, and their eyes widened in amazement at the sight of the graham crackers.

Jihyo - My love, look at this!

Tears of joy filled the youngest's eyes as she realized what had just happened. Her fans had succeeded in bringing back her favourite snack, and it was a gesture that touched her to her core.

Y/N immediately took to social media to express her gratitude. She posted a photo of the graham crackers with the caption:

To all my amazing fans, thank you from the bottom of my heart. You brought back a piece of home for me, and I couldn't be more grateful. I love you all so much. #GrahamCrackerLove

The hashtag #GrahamCrackerLove quickly started trending as fans celebrated their victory. Y/N's fans had not only fulfilled her wish but had also shown her the incredible power of their love and dedication.

As Y/N bit into a graham cracker, the familiar taste of home flooded her senses, and she couldn't help but smile. She knew that no matter where her K-pop journey took her, she had a loving and dedicated fan base who would always support her, no matter how small or significant the request.

With renewed determination, Y/N and her TWICE family took the stage that night, their hearts full of gratitude and love for their fans. As they sang and danced, Y/N knew that she was exactly where she belonged, surrounded by people who cared for her and a box of graham crackers that had brought them all a little closer together. And this made her have only one thought:

I love my life as the maknae.

A/N: I’m sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there’s something wrong, ty for reading <3

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Ty for opening requests! Any Zack Lee HC? Writing about him has made me feel things

ooh hello~!! Thank you so much for the request!! And I do have a few Zack HCs he’s a really interesting character and his character development was great!

Zack Lee Headcanons~

Ok so first I wanted to say that there are many „stages of Zack“ like he went under a hell of character development from a bully to…buddha (?)

But I will only be talking about things I think he would like and not really in depth things about his character (I learned in school that character analysis and stuff isn’t my forte)

I feel like Zack prefers Adidas over Nike but he just buys whatever looks good on him (or whatever Mira likes)

His father is rich which is why he always used to get the newest shoes and stuff (in middle school) but once he heard Mira complain about climate change and stuff he stopped

Zack has always wanted to support Johan but just didn’t know how to approach him

He would ask Mira to give Johan something on his behalf but she’d tease him and tell him to give it to him himself

He probably dislikes spicy things but eats spicy things anyway to impress Mira (she was not impressed 🫤)

Zack isn’t really dumb but i think sometimes he’d purposely get bad grades so Mira can tutor him

Used to play with dolls together with Mira and Johan

Has had his whole future with Mira planned out in his head (like his wedding, number of children etc.)

Milk before cereal guy (don’t ask me why)

Has a sweet tooth

Cat person 🐈‍⬛

Very sensitive to heat 🌡

Had his „cringe-phase“ in middle school where he tried all sort of things to impress Mira (he stopped after she got mad at him for throwing bread out of the window to seem cool)

Likes Coke more than Pepsi

Never really enjoyed reading books but read power fantasy webtoons in his free time (he rarely has free time now but like in middle school)

Favorite subject was sports because it was the only one he excelled at

Has a preference for people with brown hair (Johan, Mira they all have brown hair!)

He was a daddys boy

Watched K-Dramas with Mira from time to time but the started to enjoy it and now he’s watched more K-Dramas than Mira.

Cries while watching K-Dramas or Movies but doesn’t want to admit it

Used to go to the church they went to when they were younger in hopes of seeing Johan just praying there as if nothing happened. He’d just stare at the empty seats.

Whenever they played house when they were younger Mira always wanted Zack to be the wife and Johan to be the husband (she was the „cool-aunt“)

Favorite season is spring 🌸

He once tried to pack a lunchbox for Mira and practiced cooking for the whole night but failed miserably 🍱

He likes sunflowers 🌻 because they symbolize loyalty and adoration

Once again tysm for the request!! I had a lot of fun thinking of HCs~~ love you!! 💖💕🌸🫂

[nogenderbee]

Hii! Can I request pjsk boys with a reader (preferably fem but I don't mind gn) who has allergy to milk protein? she can't eat most of the things that has anything with milk, with her only option being soy milk-- anyway, tysm in advance, I love your writing! <3

Heya! Yes, if course you can! I don't know much about allergies so I hope it's I didn't messed up anything... Also thank you so much, I'm really glad you love my writing and I hope you enjoy this one as well <3

Akito, Toya, Tsukasa, Rui with fem!reader who can only drink soy milk

Please look at request if you want better explanation what this will be about :'>

Tag List: @vodka-glrl - come get your ginger tsundere~

@alicewinterway18 - come get your future star!

⊱ Akito invited you on pancake date so of course he asked you which one you'd like

⊱ when you told him that you can't eat it because of your allergy he's really surprised... I mean, you could've told him and he would pick something else

⊱ maybe there are some other foods that don't require milk but he still decides to leave and take you somewhere else

⊱ he'd try his very best to find some place you'll definitely enjoy so he can have sure you'll enjoy this date

⊱ but if you ask him later he'll brush it off saying that 'it's nothing' and 'he just heard of it some time ago'

⊱ you actually don't have to worry because if you ever get something with milk you're allergic to, he'll definitely speak to the person that gave it to you

"Hey! Do you want to kill them or what?! They're allergic to milk protein, idiot!"

⊱ it's not anything new that Toya likes coffee, so the two of you were alone at his place because his dad had something to do, he decided that cup of coffee could be nice

⊱ so while making it, he asked you if you drink coffee with milk and that's how he discovered about your allergy

⊱ he'll definitely remember that and always have some soy milk for you in his fridge, just in case if you'd want to drink or have anything that contains milk

⊱ if someone will give you anything that contains milk, he'll assume they simply didn't knew that and politely explain to them what's going on

⊱ he will still take you to restaurants, cafes and all that stuff but first will make sure that they have soy milk avaible there

"Excuse me but they're allergic to milk protein so is it possible to get this but with soy milk instead?"

⊱ Tsukasa always wanted to know everything about you so he can give you the best surprises later, so you probably mentioned that in some chat of yours and he remembered this

⊱ you can have sure that he'll walk through every cafe and any other place where they serve food with milk, asking if there's option to get soy milk instead of normal milk

⊱ so on the next day, he'll come to you happily telling you every places you can go together without worrying about your allergy

⊱ if someone will give you something with milk you're allergic to, he'll explain to them as calm as he can that you're allergic

⊱ he definitely tries soy milk and he's not completely against it so he doesn't mind cooking foods that you will also eat with this milk instead

⊱ he once wanted to make something with you but wasn't sure if he added normal milk or soy milk so he made it all from beginning

"Which milk did I added... NO! DON'T EAT IT! A star like me shouldn't risk their lover getting killed, so I'll make it all again!"

⊱ Rui is more perceptive than you think, so surprisingly he catched on when he noticed you never order anything that contains milk unless it's soy milk

⊱ so of course he asked you if you're allergic on anything and he guessed correctly!

⊱ he'll definitely ask some people people if there's any cafe in which you can ask for soy milk instead of normal one, and if it isn't then he'll gladly prepare everything for you! He may not be the best cook... but hey, he tries his best

⊱ if someone ever gives you something containing normal milk, he'll assume they didn't knew and explain to them that you're allergic

⊱ he kinda thinks of your allergy as a challenge to create invention that can concert any milk into soy milk and if he somehow success then expect him to tell you about it immediately

"Darling, you won't believe what I have created!! Now you don't have to worry if you get something with normal milk because THIS can change it for you into soy milk!"

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[castawavy]

omg I woke up to sooo many of these TY 🥺❤🌻 (im sorry my work has been soooo hectic lately so going to try and reply to them all rn)

thank you @hollowcamp I meant to tell you that I love ur new url 🌻 hope uve been doing oki 🥺🥺🥺

ty @milk-heavy WAAAAH 😭🌻❤✨ I LOVE UR GAMEPLAY sm, u inspired me alot actually when I started my new gameplay, cuz ur game was just sooo pretty!!!

TYSM EVAN @pralinesims say hello to your kitty cats for me, I recently helped my friends move their cat from america to europe!!!

tysm @phasebun 🥺🥺🥺 I really appreciate you sending me some sunshine, please have some from me as well!! 🌻☀🌻☀🌻☀🌻☀🌻

AAAAAAAAAAAA TY @dorytoss im super happy you're enjoying my gameplay!!! ur comments always make my day as well 🥺💗✨🥰 hope your week was full of sunshine too!!!