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Moodboard wllpprs 🎞️ pt. 2

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[semisgroupie]

dirty old man

kishibe x fem. reader

wc: 3.2k

warnings: mafia au!, age gap (reader is in her 20s and kishibe is in his 50s), knife play, clothes cutting, reader is spoiled by kishibe, death threats (not to reader but to a minor character), balcony sex, degradation, unprotected sex, facial, creampie, oral sex (m!receiving), recording (consensual), kishibe is obsessed with you, mentions of past recording, dumbification, dacryphilia, spanking, he calls reader mean names but he means it lovingly <3

synopsis: a slutty old man deserves an equally slutty young girlfriend

a/n: this is for @pcwer for the gift exchange in snow’s server!!! i was stuck between kishibe and aki but i wanted to gift you your slutty old man

Kishibe

The name alone strikes fear into many hearts and makes people flinch. His looks alone was intimidating but when it’s paired with his reputation, then he immediately became the most feared man alive. A career criminal at the head of the most dangerous mafia circuit, his callousness and stoicism combined with his immense strength and skill easily helped him rise to the top and helped him stay there.

The amount of skeletons in his closet could fill a mansion and despite being in his 50s, that would never change.

His bloodlust has satiated a bit over the years but that didn’t mean his life became boring. It was actually livelier now, than when he was in his 20s. That could be attributed to you, the pretty eye candy he loved to show off.

It was quite the cliche for him to say that you made him feel younger but you did. He was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to keep up with you when he first met you but now there were times he wondered if you could keep up with him. Oftentimes when he was in his meetings, while everyone was discussing any hits they had to put out, all he could think about was how you looked on top of him, bouncing on his cock until he decided to fuck you senseless.

It was also safe to say that he was quite obsessed with you. It was obvious to anyone around and it was even more obvious when his men saw the scratch marks that littered his back along with his scars, and if they were ever lucky enough to sneak a peek at his phone, they would see his lockscreen was your face, messy with his cum. He had a multitude of photos and videos of you, it was his not-so-little collection that he loved to scan through while he was alone.

But he wasn’t far from you often, if he wasn’t spoiling you endless with vacations and shopping sprees then he was with you in his office in one of the most expensive buildings in the city. Sometimes he would do both in one day, which was exactly what he was doing today.

He let you drag him from store to store, ignoring some of the glances that were spared at him for being with you. He couldn’t blame them, a man with a girl half his age, but he didn’t care. They could look and stare all they wanted, even call him names like a ‘dirty old man’, he would just wear the title with pride.

You two were in a lingerie shop and it took everything in him to not drag you to the nearest fitting room and fuck you until your legs shook. It wasn’t like he hasn’t done it before. But, today was your day and he didn’t want to disrupt anything simply because he couldn’t keep it in his pants.

Everything was going by smoothly, no disruptions, that was until his phone started going off.

He quickly excused himself and walked over to the entrance of the shop to take the call. You collected some more fabrics and glanced over at him from time to time, barely picking up on what was being said but by the way he gripped his phone, you knew it wasn’t good news. You stood by near one of the shelves of matching bra and panty sets until he made his way over to you, clearly annoyed by what took place.

“Sorry sweetheart, we need to cut this trip short, go on the line and I’ll pay for what you got.” He offered you a small smile, the scar that decorated the left side of his face slightly moving as the corners of his lips rose and fell.

You shook your head and walked over to a worker, curtly apologizing as you asked them to put everything back. You hooked your arms around one of his and looked up at your much older boyfriend, “let’s just go. They have better sets online anyway.” You pulled him close to press a kiss to his cheek and let him lead the way back to his car. He put all your shopping bags in the trunk then held the passenger's side door open for you as you slid in. He then got in the driver’s seat and started driving.

He moved one hand over to your thigh and gently squeezed it, “I’m sorry the day had to be cut short. I didn’t want to end things so early.” You placed his hand over his and gently squeezed it, “there’s no need to apologize. I’m just glad I get to spend the day with you.” You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his stubbly cheek before resting back against your seat. He grazed your soft thigh with his thumb as he drove, something he always did when you sat in the passenger’s seat when he drove. He loved to keep his hands on you. You were silk, you were satin, you were every soft material he could think of and he needed to keep touching you.

The drive was relatively short and before you knew it you two were in the parking lot of the large building. He helped you out of the car then held your hand as you two made your way to the elevator. The elevator ride was short and you noticed how tense Kishibe grew. You gently squeezed his hand for comfort as the elevator stopped on the designated floor and he turned to give you a small smile. “Thank you.” His voice was low as you two walked out of the elevator and saw his men sorting drugs and counting cash. It was a sight you’ve grown used to since you started dating Kishibe. It was the lifestyle he lived and a lifestyle you lived as well.

He led you over to one of the areas where you could sit but still keep an eye on him while he handled business then turned to face you, taking your chin between his forefinger and thumb. “Okay doll, I just need you to sit here and look pretty while I handle business. You can do that for me right?” You nodded and tilted your head down a bit to press a kiss to his thumb. “Of course I can, now hurry back.”

He tilted your head back up and kissed you softly before leaving you to deal with whoever was incompetent. You went on your phone to look at some things you might want to add to your shopping cart and you could faintly hear your boyfriend. After 15 minutes he came back, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his knuckles were slightly bloody which meant that he had to get a little physical to get his point across, his eyebrows were knitted together, and his hand went into his pocket to grab his silver flask. After he took a swig he reached over for your hand and pulled you back to the elevator.

“Bastard was lucky I didn’t cut his fingers off and serve it to him on a fucking platter. Hell, he was lucky I was in a good mood or else he would’ve been sent to his parents in a box. Little shit crashed a truck with a million dollars worth of product.” He continued muttering all the things he would’ve done to make the guy pay for losing so much money and product. As the elevator reached the top floor you never thought there could be so many methods of violence that could work as repayment.

“We just need to go to my office so I can figure out how to make up for the loss and then we can go home, okay pretty girl?” He squeezed your hand as you nodded. “But first I need to clean your hands.” He chuckled and looked down at his hands, “haven’t used these to send a message in a while, thought I might’ve been a little rusty but I broke the guy’s nose on the first hit.”

He led you into his office and went to sit down behind his computer while you went to the attached bathroom to grab the first aid kit. You retrieved it then sat atop his desk in front of him, placing his hands on your lap while you took out everything you needed to clean them off. He watched you with a fond smile and caressed your thighs with whatever hand you weren’t cleaning. “Hm. I think I could find a better use of my time instead of trying to clean up this fuck up. Once you’re done cleaning my hands I want you on your knees, you always look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

You cleaned his hands a little quicker, making him chuckle. “Easy there, you’ll still get my cock. You need to do a good job cleaning my hands, then you can be my eager cockslut.” You slowed down your movements until his hands were completely cleaned off then settled between his legs. “Go on, take it out.” You sat up on your knees and undid his pants, pulling his half hard cock out.

“Go on, put that pretty mouth to good use. Maybe if you do good, I’ll fuck you on the balcony. Let everyone see how much of a whore you are.” Heat rose to your cheeks and a rush of arousal pooled at the pit of your stomach at his words. You gripped his cock in one hand while you leaned in and peppered open mouthed kisses along the length until it fully hardened. “Go on, you were eager before, get to it.”

He rested back against his chair watching as you took his hardened cock in your mouth. He let out low groans as you bobbed your head up and down, rolling your tongue along the underside of his length. He grabbed his phone and turned the camera on, pressing the red button on the bottom of the screen to start recording you. “Eyes up here, I want to record how messy you get when I fuck your face.”

He grabbed a handful of your hair and held you in place as he started thrusting up into your mouth. Your gags echoed through his office making him laugh. “You’ve taken my cock so much and yet you’re still gagging, how pathetic.” You whined around his cock at his words but they made even more arousal pool in the pit of your stomach. “My pathetic little cocksleeve, can’t even take my cock down her throat but still wants it in her messy cunt. I don’t think you even deserve it.”

He loved to tease you like this, it’ll always make you work just a little harder. But you both knew he couldn’t deny you, he wouldn’t be able to deny himself either. “Come on, cry for me. Let me see how messy you can get.” He started moving your head to meet his thrusts, your face quickly grew messy with tears and saliva running down your chin. “Fuck, look at you.” He brought the camera closer to your face, moving it in all directions so it could take in all your angles. The sight of you like this was enough to tip him over the edge, he pulled you off his cock and let go of your hair to start stroking his cock while he kept filming.

“Stick your tongue out.” Was all he could get out before ropes of cum started decorating your face. Only a little got on your tongue but it just made everything even hotter. He hissed and brought his cock to your face to smear the cum around then brought the camera closer to your face, “smile for the camera, come on, show how happy you are my little cum slut.” And you did exactly that, smiled brightly for him with cum all over your face. He stopped the recording and reached over to grab some tissues to clean you off. He cupped your chin and turned your head up to him as he wiped all the cum off. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips then pulled back, “now get up, I’m not done with you.”

He helped you to your feet and let you head out to the balcony first while he went through his drawer to pull out the pocket knife you gifted him for his birthday. “Now I can put this to good use.” He walked over to you and gently pushed you closer to the railing, “hold on and bend over.” You did as he said, biting your lip in anticipation of his next move. The next thing you heard was a click which made you grow even more curious.

“Babe? What was that?” You turned slightly to look back at him and saw the sunlight reflect off the blade. “I’m making use of my birthday gift, now stay still. I don’t want to cut you.” He flipped your skirt up and traced the blade along the seam of your panties, tracing your cunt through the now see through fabric. A breath hitched in your throat but your cunt throbbed as he continued dragging the blade along your slit. You didn't have any worry about him cutting you, you’ve seen how skilled he is with a blade of any size.

“Please, please fuck me. I need your cock so badly.” Your tone came out more desperate than you wanted it to be but maybe it would convince him to give you what you needed. “Fine, since you’re so impatient.” He hooked his finger under the fabric to pull it away from your cunt and in one swift move he cut it open. Now, your pussy was on full display for him, he could see how you were practically dripping for him. “Fuck, even messier than I thought you would be. You really are a fiend for my cock.”

He chuckled and gripped his cock with his free hand while he placed the blade on a nearby chair. He then gripped your hip and slammed his cock into you, not even giving you a second to adjust before he started pounding into you at a brutal pace. His eyes widened a bit at how loud you were crying out for him, “wow, seems like you really want to get caught. Maybe I should just fuck you in front of my men since you want an audience.” He spanked you roughly and kept pounding into you.

“J-just want you! O-only want you!” He laughed and spanked you again before roughly gripping the flesh in his calloused hand. “I’ll believe you once you can form a coherent sentence. My dumb cock slut, the second my cock goes inside this tight cunt all your brain cells just leak out of you. But you don’t really need to think, do you? I just need to do all the thinking don't I?”

Your cunt gripped his cock tighter and tighter as the venom dripped from his tongue, turning you on more and more as each word reached your ears. You had a white knuckle grip on the railing while your legs trembled and shook like a newborn deer’s. Your mouth fell open, moans of his name was the only thing you could form coherently as he just continued to pound into you. Deep down you loved it when his men would fuck up, he would always fuck you rougher and you loved every single second of it.

“Just a little cum dump for me to use and make a mess of. I know that’s all you think about, when am I going to give you my cum next. Where my load will go when I do finally give it to you. That’s all that swirls around in that empty head, just my cock and my cum. Just cum for me and I’ll cover this perfect ass with my load.” Your eyes widened slightly, you didn’t want him to waste another load on you when it could just be inside you. You needed his cum inside you, you had to have it.

You shook your head and he raised an eyebrow. He let go of your hip and gripped another handful of your hair to pull your head back, “what is it? Why are you shaking your head?” He knew the answer, he knew what you wanted but he needed to hear it from you. He didn’t stop thrusting, why would he? He wasn’t going to make it easy for you to come up with a coherent answer. “Come on doll, I need an answer in a full sentence, I’m sure there’s one working brain cell left in there.”

Your mind was spinning due to the immense pleasure. You honestly couldn’t think about anything but what he was doing to you but you had to come up with something. You took a few breaths and tilted your head back a bit to try to meet his eyes. “Please cum inside me. Please, I want it inside.” You sounded so sweet, so desperate for him. You did what you wanted him to do so the least he could do was reward you. “Alright, go on and cum for me and I’ll fill you up, make this cunt even messier than what it is.” He let go of your hair and brought his hand to your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in tight circles. All it took was a few flicks of his hand and you were crumbling in his hands, crying out his name as you milked his cock for the cum that was about to fill you up.

“There we go, keep cumming for me.” He continued rubbing your clit while he thrusted a few more times. He slammed his hips against yours and filled you with his cum, he hunched over you a bit and pressed a few kisses along your clothed spine. You both panted while riding out your orgasms and he lifted himself up first. He waited for you to compose yourself then slowly pulled out of you. He tucked himself back in his pants and flipped your skirt back down since your panties were torn then moved next to you.

He pulled you in his arms and pressed a few kisses along your forehead until you lifted your head so he could properly kiss you. The stubble on his face poked your skin but you loved the feeling. He slowly pulled away and caressed your cheek. “Are you okay?” You wrapped your arms around his middle and smiled up at him, “I’m perfect.”

He chuckled and kissed you again. “Good, now let’s go home. I’ll have someone else handle this business, I still have some more frustration to release and my balls aren’t empty yet.” Your cheeks burned as you playfully smacked his chest. “You’re so dirty!” You teased and he chuckled as he held you close to him while walking back inside his office.

“They don’t call me a dirty old man for nothing. Now let’s go home.”

[dwaeki]

beomgyu as ur bf ! (random headcanons)

pairing: beomgyu x gn!reader

genre: fluff, comedy

warnings: none other than poorly written fluff, intended lower case and maybe some spelling errors :D

a/n: YET AGAIN I WENT WITH THE FLOW SO SORRY IF IT'S KINDA BAD- keep in mind that english isnt my first language thank you <3

another one of my ults nfakjnglkejngr

you're dating a clown-

honestly, how do u even survive because he's actually so annoying

but he loves you though, i promise <3

an actual brat.

teases you a LOT !!! but never in a mean way.

if you trip over your own feet and fall, he's probably going to laugh at you, offering his hand to help you up but then quickly pulling it back to mess with you!

or if you accidentally drop your phone, spill some water on yourself, etc. he's going to tease you,

"y/n, what are you? a 3 year old?? you can't even walk without tripping, HAH, DUMMY!!!!"

loves to push your buttons to get different reactions out of you :D

he's quite empathetic though, so it's never his intention to hurt your feelings by poking fun at you.

if he notices that his teasing is making you uncomfortable or insecure he will not hesitate to stop,

making you feel loved and appreciated is his number one priority <3

he's determined to make you laugh, because when he hears you giggle... phew he's on cloud 9,

knowing the fact that he's the reason you're grinning from ear to ear is just such an ego boost :(

he will do anything to make you smile and i mean anything...

even if it results in him looking like a fool 😞

you two go grocery shopping together <3

honestly, he sometimes embarrasses you to the point where you regret bringing him with you in the first place 😐

like you've literally just entered the store and he's already whining, asking if you're done yet so you can finally go home and cuddle at once !! :/

it's usually just you doing all the shopping while he follows you around,

he's just there to assist you when you can't reach the high shelves‼️

the store you go to is pretty small and very close to your neighborhood, so you're basically familiar with everyone who visits it.

there's this one sweet lady with a kid around the age of 10, and beomgyu swears that "the child is a devil!!"

he has already made enemies... with a 10 year old-

you had to apologize to his mom multiple times because your 20 year old boyfriend couldn't stop bickering with her son.

he also helps you do your chores !!

he's very playful, hence anything can be fun if beomgyu's around :D even boring things like washing the dishes or cleaning your room (no offense to whoever likes it)

he turns everything into a game, a competition to be more precise...

"whoever finishes washing the dishes last has to buy the winner their favorite snack 😋😋"

even if he wins, he still ends up buying you the food of your choice, not letting you spend a single penny on him!!

he competes with you just to rile you up, making bets such as the one mentioned above to keep you determined, not because he actually wants you to do anything for him.

except giving him your undying love and affection of course :D

he's literally so clingy

you usually visit him at the dorms when he's not busy

the second he hears you knock on the door he's quite literally sprinting towards you

you can hear the members complain that he almost pushed them over

once your boyfriend opens the door, he engulfs you in a tight, bear hug™, picking you up and spinning you around, making sure he crushed every single bone in your body <3

the others just watch you get the air knocked out of your lungs in amusement.

speaking of the members, beomgyu always dreamed of you getting along with his best friends,

but once his dream came true he kinda wished it never did </3

you get along a little too well for his liking :/

how come you just laughed at one of yeonjun's jokes right in front of your toddler boyfriend?!?!??!

unacceptable!!

the entire night he either tries to crack as many jokes as possible to "redeem himself", glaring at an oblivious (and also mildly concerned) yeonjun from time to time

or he starts being poutier and clingier than usual, asking for a kiss every 5 minutes or straight up just dragging you to his bedroom and not letting you go until you cuddle for at least an hour

but in all honesty, he's so relieved that you and the boys are bonding !!

you having a good relationship with his friends is very important to him <3

he's not jealous at all because he knows that you love him and him only :)

he babies you to no end !! (even if you're older than him)

you do something as simple as drink water and he just coos at you

"AWW !!! you look so cute when you drink water like that :("

your number one fan!!!!!

hypes you up and brags about you to everyone <3

if you're wearing a new outfit he will notice right away and just stare at you in awe the second he sees you, won't forget to comment on how gorgeous/handsome you look ;)

also likes it when u compliment him back, it really means a lot <3

please keep feeding his ego he loves it when you notice small details, it makes his heart flutter

you two nap together a lot

if you're not the one for naps you just lay there, next to him, his arms wrapped around your frame tightly as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, sleeping peacefully.

he looks so peaceful and cute when he's not annoying the hell out of you <333

you sometimes snap pictures of his sleeping state and then set it as your wallpaper/lockscreen :D

once gyu found out about your little antics he got extremely cocky

if you ever changed your lock screen to anything but him, he'd get all whiney, begging for you to change it back

also snaps a few pics of you sleeping/just existing peacefully and puts it as his so you two can have "matching wallpapers" <33

he also lends you his jacket if you're ever feeling cold

lives for how cute you look basically buried in his jacket, sighing in content as you're finally warming up a little

if you get tired from walking he's going to give you a piggyback ride <333

laughs and giggles as he lifts you up from the ground, your chest flushed against his back as he carries you to your destination :)

if you did something that upset him and he's scolding you he's just gonna:

"y/n, you're such a dummy!" *holds your hand* "that was very careless of you," *kisses your forehead* "i want you to know that i am very angry at you." *cuddles you aggressively*

while most of your dates are at home,

amusement park dates are very common as well :D

you go on various roller coasters, circular rides, take a few breaks in between and get ice cream or cotton candy

but your favorite ride by far are the bumper cars!

you just race, crash into each other at full speed or get into the same car and absolutely destroy your competition !! (the competition in question are just a bunch of 7 year old kids trying to have fun)

he seranades you :(

learns a bunch of love songs that remind him of you on guitar and sings them to you whenever you're able to hang out <3

he has a playlist full of love songs dedicated to you

offers to give you some free guitar lessons, if you ever want to learn how to play yourself :)

you both also have a collaborative playlist on spotify, along with playlists for each other you update regularly <33

when he's sleepy he's so soft with you :(

he's looking at you with hooded eyes full of love and adoration, you can tell that he's trying his best to stay awake for a little longer, but his eyelids are getting heavier by the second, his voice lower than before

"hey, y/n... you know i love you right? i love you so much that my heart aches whenever i look at you..."

pulls you in closer, if that's even possible, and holds you gently as if you were going to break if he wasn't careful enough,

probably leaves feather kisses all over your collarbone before whispering a one last "i love you" for the night and falls asleep.

yeah... thoughts are being thunk right now y'all-

he really loves you to the moon and back :(

overall your relationship is very chaotic and just.. weird in general.

good luck dealing w/his bs <3

[neo-shitty]

somewhere only we know — j.wy

description. your friendship with wooyoung hangs on a tightrope, walking the thin-line between rekindling and severance when he contacts you for the first time in years.

pairings. jung wooyoung x gender-neutral reader

genre. angst, slice of life, best friends!au, amusement park!au, idol!au

warnings. none

word count. 2.5k

notes. to j, high school was fun but you’re better off a memory. | taglist: @dominonation @sanccharine @lixiesbabyhands @rae-blogging @cavaree​ @xhazmania​ 

“Same place then?” 

The other side of the line muffles with a rustle, his voice following moments later. “Yeah, same place.” You nod, shuffling across the room to settle your own erratic heartbeat down. One ‘see you’ and an echo later, the line goes dead.

Of course it’s the same place, you wonder if he remembers it’s the same time of the year too. It’s June again, the festivities have just begun. Party streamers hung like clotheslines over city streets, crisscrossing from building to building in webs of bright color. People were everywhere; in the shops, on the road, brushing or pushing past you. Music blasted from enormous speakers, a different tune on every other street corner, and the cacophony of noises boils down into one singular buzz in your ear. You always hated the summer festival, it’s always too hot and too crowded. Only one person managed to drag you out and after so many years, he’s done it again.

The call details don’t disappear when you blink, his name in white ink engraved across the glass screen above a timer counting the seconds of shared breathing. You’re both waiting for the other to end the call, a habit from a shared past reverberating in the present. Seconds tick by one by one with no one uttering a word until finally his laugh comes, high and light through the speakers. “See you later,” he repeats. And the call ends before you could say the same thing back like you always did until you grew tired of each other. The timer stops, the caller ID disappears. The blank lockscreen stares at you from below then the screen shuts to black.

Jung Wooyoung hasn’t called you in years. 

The first pang of nostalgia hits when the wall comes to view, its reddish brown bricks almost black with the fading sunlight. You’re still half a block away but the wind carries their laughter over. Engines chug, carts rattle, children giggle. The carnival takes shape behind closed eyelids, rides towering over one another and littered all around the block. There are countless shops in between, prizes ranging from snacks to stuffed toys. You once tried out each one, walked out without a single coin to your name. Your pulse picks up as you get closer, nostalgia washed out by nervousness and excitement. 

The line heading in is no longer as long as it used to be, ticket staff replaced by a singular robot. It spits out a ticket, stamps your outstretched hand, and pushes you in. 

You’re fifteen again, watching as cotton candy flies out of the machine and into your hand — matching hues with the pink clouds as if it had been plucked right out of there. Before you manage to say your thanks you’re swept into the crowd, a centrifugal force dragging you out of your comfort zone. The ocean of curious park-goers swallows you, your only tether to the shore is a hand wrapped around your forearm. Wooyoung swims from one stall to another, his voice muffled beneath the noise of the amusement park.

He’s but a blur in the crowd, buzzing from one shop to another with ‘Free Taste!’ treats as his pollen. That night he dunks a stranger into a tank, knocks a pyramid of plastic cups down with a toy gun, and loses all his money in petty gamble. 

You glance at your phone when it chimes, vibrating in your hand as it ushers a message in. I’m here. Where are you? Your last message turns from delivered to seen as his message comes in. In line. Heading in. 

Maybe it was impatience or eagerness that made the wait longer. You round back to the entrance, the flashing spectacle impossible to miss amidst the bright lights of the park. The queue moves and people flurry in but Wooyoung isn’t one of them.

At a distance, steam is blown and an engine roars to life. The pirate ship begins to swing and you’re sixteen again, trying to talk Wooyoung out of it. But your tickets have been paid and you were two people away from getting in. There’s a bright glint bouncing off his glossy eyes, the thrill of thinking of the ride already exhilarating for him. When you try to back away, his grip tightens. Before you know it, you’re buckled into the last row.

“It will be fun,” he said. That’s before the boat swings too far back and your body hovers off the seat. Every profanity you know rapid-fires out of your mouth, echoing Wooyoung’s own screaming before he hears you and starts laughing instead. You walk off the ride feeling weightless, one tick off your bucket list and one ear still ringing from your seatmate’s screaming. 

He doesn’t apologize, he doesn’t know how to articulate the word out loud. But he drags you to a ride you’ve been eyeing, one he rendered a waste of money earlier that night. It’s a light ride wedged between all the heart-stopping ones, a handshake to your fearful self. Bumper cars and you’re the first and only people in line. The five minute interval between rides passes with no other people queueing up besides a few kids too short to be let in.

Payback comes in the form of getting a better car, driving school doing no good with the dysfunctional controls. It’s a chase when he realizes it, because you’re on his tail as he drives from one corner to another. The world mutes and for a few minutes, it’s just you and him clashing bumpers and exchanging taunts between laughter. The memory remains fresh even after all those years, encapsulated in a snowglobe and untouched by everything that followed.

“What are you looking at?”

You’re twenty-three now, reeled back from a trip down memory lane by a voice that breaks through your thoughts. You blink away from the swinging pirate ship, the amusement park’s noise muting into a quiet hum when you turn to the person standing in front of you. 

He isn’t looking, his eyes fixated on the ride with the same glint as they did all those years ago. “Wooyoung.” 

“He-llo.” The years vanish like bubbles blown in the wind because you look up and nothing has changed. He’s already breaking into a laugh, his eyes disappearing and their corners crinkling. You graduated this year and it’s been a while since you’ve last seen each other, the summer tradition kept alive with him home. “Did I keep you waiting for long?”

The answer is simple but the words are nowhere, lost and buried beneath other things waiting to be said. “No,” you say, shaking your head. “Not that long.”

“Great,” he beams and you wonder if he has anything else to say but he remains quiet, no longer rambling on like he used to. “You have what I asked for?”

There is a sense of urgency when his voice seeps in through the phone speakers and into your ears, like he isn’t calling to catch up but to get one task off his things to do. It’s an idol thing, you’re assuming, always having a time set for anything and everything because there’s always somewhere else to be at all the time. But right now, he’s here, on the other side of the line.

“I was calling to ask if you still have my things?” he asks, tone hiking and uncertain. 

You turn your heel, eyeing an untouched corner of your bedroom. A box sits collecting dust, safeguarding four years worth of memories in its carton walls. “Yup, came across them while cleaning actually.”

“Can I pick them up?”

“You’re home?” The surprise bleeds into your voice, the distance between Iksan and Seoul blurring in a single moment. He’s home, breathing the same air in the same city for the first time in so long.

Wooyoung shuffles on the other end of the line. “Yeah. Our company gave us a break.”

The tide wanes and the line between your worlds comes clear. Company, because he’s no longer just your classmate. There are people beyond this small town who know him now, his name chanted by millions or more. “I can’t have an idol dropping by my house. I don’t want any speculation.”

He laughs, the Wooyoung from all those years ago showing himself when you feel the need to distance your ear from the speaker. “I doubt anyone followed me here though. So where can we meet?”

“Well, it’s June again and you’re home.”

His end of the line is quiet, static, and you worry that you’ve finally taken up too much. But he gleams, “Summer festival! The park!” The same place, the bright red wooden bench sitting in the middle of the block of whirring metal chunks. 

Dust flurries about your bedroom when you nudge the box out of its corner. It’s half full of things that aren’t yours, trinkets from your past from friends and classmates you barely talk to anymore. Most of them are Wooyoung’s and they’ve been untouched for years.

Some days, your eyes would brush past his drawer on your cabinet — a shelf full of the little things he leaves behind during his visits. There are shirts and sweaters, fidget spinners and rubik’s cubes, little things and little memories trapped in that enclosure.  You’ve only gone through his things to arrange them, fold and unfold them as memories from younger years resurface as you go through his things. Sometimes Wooyoung is dancing around with his footfalls muffled by the rug, other times he’s sprawled out on the bedroom floor staring at the empty ceiling. He moves to the capital after high school graduation and his things become more of a waste of space rather than fond memorabilia, demoted from your cabinet and moved into a box in the corner.

But emptying the box is easier said than done. A slideshow of memories pan as you fold and unfold each item for what could be the last time. Your hands clutch onto the fabric longer, fingers tinkering with the same things for minutes on end and refusing to let go. They’re the last of him still in your hold, still tangible when he isn't. 

“_____, my things?” Again, his voice is urgent.

Wooyoung’s eyes are no longer glued to the rides but following a clump of people walking down the path to other rides, people you don’t recognize and people he doesn’t bother to introduce. One waves him over and he raises a hand to wait up. They glance through narrowed eyes, their silent judgment washing over — suffocating you. 

Your cheeks heat with embarrassment, no one at fault for the situation but your assumptions and crushed expectations. He didn’t really say anything about reliving old traditions, no, he just said he needed his things back and nothing more. This wasn’t him making up for lost time after years of being away. It’s him wedging you in between an already filled schedule, one where you were never fit to be in the first place. But you couldn’t help but hope, could you? It’s the same place, the same festival, the same season, just different years. Just too many Junes apart, familiarity long gone.

“Here.”

The pack leaves your lap, its weight shifting to your arm then to its recipient until you’re no longer holding any of it — any of him. You’re standing a foot apart from each other, close enough for you to catch a quiff of musky perfume, and there’s still too much distance in between. Because you’re no longer teenagers holding back laughs in the back row, no longer running the same halls and making fun of the same teachers. There’s no shared struggle to pass impossible exams and no common people to talk about anymore. 

“Did you come with someone?”

You shake your head, honesty overruling your need to make some excuse to say. “Just me.”

“Maybe you want to join us?” Wooyoung asks, but he’s looking far as if planning where to put you in his schedule while your own only had him in mind.

So you save yourself from the embarrassment because you know he isn’t asking out of genuine interest to let you stay but common courtesy. You recognize it, that tone, because he uses it on others when he wants to spend time alone with you.

“It’s fine,” you reassure him. “I have somewhere else to go anyway.” The town was wide and there were other places to go, just not where you wanted to be with for the night. Your night reshuffles in your head, alternatives for the amusement park coming up in charades because anywhere was better than being in a crowd you didn’t belong in. 

You stand up and Wooyoung steps back. 

“Okay.”

When you catch his eye, he’s looking back but the glint is no longer there. It’s still Wooyoung, just taller and more muscular. His hair seems darker, box-dyed instead of its natural darkness. He carries himself better, standing with more confidence that he’s almost unrecognizable when he’s on stages. But tonight he blends with the rides and the city lights.

He doesn’t know where to place his hands, they hang awkwardly beside him. There must be an urge to reach out to put your head, to open up and give a hug because your own are itching to close the distance in between. There’s too much to say, too much time to fill in but your words fail and the reunion is sealed with a hi-five. 

“It was nice seeing you.” He says but he’s already mixing with the crowd before you say it back and before long, he disappears. 

It doesn’t hurt as much as you expect it to. The real tether is long worn out, time and distance thinning the ropes that bind. The blades have long been drawn, gnawing on the line with 9-5s. He’s training for the same hours you’re in class and you’re both catching sleep in between. Same time zones feel different with mismatched schedules. Messages were left unreplied for days, then weeks, then months, until all you ever messaged each other for were New Years and birthdays. Even those stopped coming too. One day, his birthday was just November Twenty-something and when the date comes you remember a birthday but not the person it belongs to. 

This was just the final severance, the mere acceptance of a reality long drawn out. Your worlds have long fallen apart, no longer revolving one another. You were pendulums in reverse; once in sync, now swinging past one another. Your clocks now ticked on different beats of the same second, common ground split into two different things long ago. 

The amusement park disappears behind you as you walk away into the night, going about your night without Wooyoung just like you’ve gotten used to all those Junes without him. Loss is sad but it happens. You’ve lost him long ago and you can’t miss what you didn’t care to keep around. So you let the blade cut through, threads of lingering attachments lost to the void. You’re each other’s stepping stones, significant parts of the past that helped mold the present and you convince yourself there’s nothing lonely about being left when you’ve done well on your own even without him. He’s a piece of your past, a fond memory to look back on, and he’s still a part of your life even when he doesn’t walk with you in the present anymore.

© neo-shitty, 2022

[dearclem]

𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑨𝑺𝑲 𝑶𝑵𝑬

— a look at clem's mobile device & social media ( ft. kage, montez, candy, aranya, finley, dae-eun ).

THE BASICS:

brand of phone:

apple iphone 14 pro max 1TB²

color:

deep purple.

case:

phone case: plain, matte black. popsocket: a ghostface call me, visual here

locked or unlocked:

locked with both a passcode and face ID. face ID is the preferred method, of course, but her passcode is her mother's birthday in the order of DDMMYR ( so it's 230373 ).

wallpaper:

THIS piece of artwork that she finds very cute ( pastel panting of ghosts sitting on a grassy hill with a crescent moon, clouds, and rainbow in the sky ).

lockscreen:

THIS photo of dao, her cat ( siamese kitten sleeping on its back in her lap with view of adorable toe beans ).

USAGE:

time spent on device:

it depends. on the days of her uploads, she's probably on it more than usual because of engagement. otherwise, she's only on it whenever she's reaching out to someone, when she's playing her games before trying to sleep, or she's looking up something and doesn't have her ipad or computer handy.

five most used apps:

spotify. kindle. webtoon. classic words. animal restaurant.

web tabs:

none are open. whenever she's done using one, she closes it.

last thing googled:

probably when she was looking for a new story, so something like japanese urban legends.

last text message received:

an update regarding a delivery of something she ordered for monty's upcoming birthday.

last voicemail:

probably a spam call and no, her voicemail is never full. she always cleans them out after listening to them, only saving the ones that are really special.

last thing on camera reel & what image was last saved:

last picture taken: THIS selfie. last image saved: THIS photo that she emailed to herself, which was taken for a previous concept to post on her company's instagram for httpfear. ( tw: fake blood ).

extra tidbits:

this is mainly just a section i wanted to add because these were things that came to me as i was doing this, but there was no real place to put them, so you're getting them here. as is true for her regular life, she keeps her phone very tidy and there is a place & reason for everything: all of her apps are organised in folders---e.g., daily, socials, entertainment, games, shopping, etc.---and she only has four folders on each page so the majority of her background is visible; like with her voicemails, she doesn't keep texts directly on her phone unless they're special and she cleans her call history regularly; if you're in her phone, trust she has you saved under a nickname, even if she doesn't ever address you using said nickname; she always closes both web tabs and apps on her phone the second she's finished using them; she is constantly sanatising it; physically CANNOT STAND having the red notification bubbles on anything and when some apps glitch and those things don't always go away immediately when they should is when you get to see angy clem; and she uses one of those privacy screen protectors so you have to be sitting at the right angle to see what she's doing.

SOCIAL MEDIA:

handles:

personal handles: dearclem. handles where she posts all podcast related things: BLKBoxStudios

instagram, latest post:

snapchat, latest sent:

using the mini tripod she has when going on adventures, she took this photo and sent it to monty, rubbing it in that she has goodies and he doesn't 😌

dating apps:

doesn't partake in the thing, no. has no desire and people can be creepy.

spotify:

top three songs of '22: fall in lust ╱ EDEN, jiselle {xx}

❝ we should ride this wave, until the sun comes up baby kiss me harder, make me feel the rush i don't wanna be alone tonight, so why don't we just fall in lust.. ❞

boomerang ╱ the summer set {xx}

❝ let's pop champagne, fake like we're billionaires just you and me, ain't much but we don't care you look so good, i love when people stare you on my arm, tryna keep you there.. ❞

call me back ╱ chase atlantic {xx}

❝ if you get a minute, call me back i'm so lonely and you're the only one that knows me and if you're busy, then i understand it it's bad timing, and i'm probably gonna end up crying.. ❞

last listened to: killer on the drive home ╱ kaiyko {xx}

❝ stop your crying it's not the end of the world but no one listens to a quiet little girl i wanna talk about it, don't wanna shout about it left me alone made me the killer on the drive home.. ❞

tiktok:

she has the app downloaded, but that's only because she gets sent tiktoks and it's just easier to have it downloaded than not. it's never something she finds herself scrolling on.

facebook:

this is another social media app that she wants no part of. she's never had one, nor will she ever because she has no family to keep in contact with and all her friends are nearby.

others:

has youtube, pinterest, reddit, & tumblr.

youtube is where she posts the videos she creates of her two podcasts.

ADVICE PODCAST. HORROR PODCAST. ( tw: horror images, fake blood, creepy eye drawing?, knife ).

pinterest is mostly a private thing ( as in most of her boards are hidden ) because she pins things for aesthetic purposes regarding different ideas she has and may wish to explore in the future. the only boards that are public are her own personal board ( about herself and things she likes ) and a board she's created for the book series she's already published and within that board, each book has it's own section with things like how she pictures the main characters, their connection, the aesthetic of the location & mystery, etc. reddit is something she uses as a way of connecting with some of her listeners and giving them a place to post their own stories and things they may want her to read/cover because whereas she gets some of her inspiration from r/nosleep sometimes, she also likes involving her listeners and that's a wee bit easier to manage in comparison to emails, especially considering she does everything all on her own save for someone she has help her with the editing of her youtube vids. tumblr is where she posts writings, something like a diary of sorts ( think like inkskinned & sue zhao ), though it's completely anonymous and she'd likely throw herself into the void if anyone found out it was her.

[madmilkboi]

hi! I love your writing <3! Is it okay request hcs of what it would be like to date Tendou Satori (23) Chocalatier 👉🏻👈🏻?

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━🧋⌒*. dating tendou satori (23) chocolatier headcanons

summary: headcanons of dating tendou satori (23) chocolatier

genre: fluff

warning/s: well uhh the title is a spoiler so uhh spoilers

a/n: thank youuu ❤ these are short but i hope you like em! ^-^

• dating tendou satori (23) chocolatier would be like a dream come true

• he calls you either my paradise or sweetheart

• he will make you lots of food and will let you try out some of the new chocolates he's been trying to make

• when he has his days off he would take you around france dragging you to the finest shops and restaurants

• he'd buy you a cute dress from a small boutique too

• most of the time your clothes match not literally but the colors and style would always match

• secret candid photos of you while ur sleeping, eating, talking (and he'll set it as his new lockscreen)

• he likes it when you randomly send him a picture during working hours it gives him a lil boost

• he brings home lots LOTS OF CHOCOLATES

• AND THE CHOCOLATES WILL ALWAYS BE HEART SHAPED

• and when the week ends you and him normally bake stuff in the kitchen and there are two ways how it will go;

• 1: you and him do just fine and make something very tasty that he considers adding it to his list of menus

• 2: a catastrophe. Chocolate on your face while he's cackling like a devil

• it usually ends like no.2

• though he is great at cooking especially desserts you and him would still look for recipes online and try on cooking it together

• you're his favourite customer <3

• whenever you visit him at work he acts as if he doesn't know you and flirts with you

• he has a picture of you and him framed in his chocolate shop uhuh yeah

• will tell ushijima all about you like everything about YOU at this point ushijima knows what you ate yesterday at 2 in the morning

• oh and he once "proposed" to you with a candy ring pop as a joke

• But rest assured he will propose to you soon ;)

©️ madmilkboi 2021 do not copy or repost.

🏷: @crescenttooru @leronddesorciere @fleurdedyo @owlnymph @kawaiiisis (shoot an ask or dm if u wanna be added on my taglist! ^v^)

[baroquebucky]

dating timothée headcanons

a/n: here is my first timothée fic !! let me know what you guys think !!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE send in some requests for him !!! hope you guys enjoy :~)

timothée is such a soft boy in a relationship

he loves when you say his full name but also loves the many nicknames you have for him

when you first call him timmy or tim he looks at you with the widest smile, engulfing you in a hug as you squeal

you call him by his first and middle name when you’re upset at him or you need him to be serious

he sends you so many memes all the time or if you’re close to him he’ll call you over to look at his phone sometimes he’ll just call your name and throw it at you

he loves cuddling

he will cuddle you on the couch, in your bed, in a chair, literally anywhere

he loves when you play with his hair !!!!!

you could just be sitting there and you start playing with one curl, then another, and soon enough your whole hand is cascading through his soft hair

he loves kissing you !!!!!! cheek kisses, FOREHEAD KISSES, nose kisses, neck kisses

sometimes he’ll just grab your hand and kiss it and tell you how much he loves you

when he’s home he spends every waking and sleeping hour with you

“I’m gonna go shower” “I’ll join you :-)”

grocery shopping with him is way too much fun

you guys would probably make jokes out of anything you see and get things you most definitely did not need

he takes so many pictures of you :-(

any moment he sees you just breathing “don’t move stay like that” and boom, new lockscreen

he gets all blushy when you compliment him or show him off

one time you learned how to say something in French just to impress him and he damn near cried because you went out of your way for him

one time he catches you using duolingo to practice your French and he had to calm himself down before he burst into tears

you found him teary eyed in the hall and proceeded to comfort him thinking he was sad, you didn’t know whether to laugh or cry with him when you found out why he was about to cry

did i mention he is v v clingy

flowers all the time ,,, out getting a snack ??? he’ll buy you some flowers ,,, sees a bush of roses on his way home ??? he’ll pick one to give to you

he could be thousands of miles away and you hear a knock on your door,, the boy ordered flowers online for you

when he’s away acting you guys FaceTime ALL THE TIME

you both fall asleep on the phone together and you always tease him for sleeping with his mouth slightly open

he always leaves you a bottle of his cologne so you can spray it when you miss him

also he leaves you all of your favorite shirts of his so you can wear them all you want

you guys watch the office together all the time and you get him into your favorite tv shows

sometimes you get insecure because you feel like you aren’t good enough for him or you don’t meet up to standards

and he will shoot you down so fast

he’ll comfort you and say all the right things to make you feel better

sometimes he’ll just hold you close and kiss you all over until your giggling to make him stop

which ends up in him posting you everywhere and showing off his darling

and he shows you just how much he loves every inch of you too

if you ever feel insecure he can immediately tell and he starts to reassure you and do whatever you want to make you feel better

you guys always walk around town and find new places to eat and try food

you found a secret park that no one knew about so you always have picnics when he gets back from filming or when you wanna go on a cute date

anything you mention to him as an offhand comment he’ll buy you

this boy absolutely SPOILS you

one time you mentioned how you wanted a locket and the next week he surprised you with one

another time you saw this ring that was pretty and you immediately took it back because it was much too expensive for you and two weeks later ??? it was sitting on your dresser

you find it endearing but you also get upset because you don’t want him to think you’re using him for money

so of course when you bring the box out he has a giant smile on his face and you look at him, slightly upset and he pulls out the puppy eyes

“Timothée Hal Chalamet how many times have i told you to not waste money on me!” You scolded him and he looked so sad

“any money i spend on you isnt a waste i just wanna see you smile” you can’t help but smile at his comment

“do you not like it?” he would get so nervous and play with his hands and you would go and sit next to him, putting the ring on the table.

“honey i love it i just don’t want you to think I’m using you for money because I’m not” he would kiss you and give you a small smile because god how did he get so lucky with you?

he has so many cute nicknames for you- baby, honey, sweetheart, darling, angel, mon amour, ma cherie and so many other soft little names

the amount of inside jokes is insane

it’s no secret that the boy is an absolute goofball so the two of you are always making jokes

that leads to having way too many nicknames that have such an intricate back story

you try to teach him how to properly do the woah but he refuses to learn because “I’m doing it right, it’s everyone else that’s wrong” he would defend

for Halloween you would do couple costumes 1000%

instead of going out to party he would want to stay in with you and give out candy, he loved seeing you smile at all the kids and fake being scared when they tried to scare you

the two of you would watch scary movies all of October, he would always hold you tight as the two of you slept because sometimes you would get a little freaked out

the first time you meet his family is during thanksgiving and you are NERVOUS

you do your makeup and wear your best jewelry and even do your hair a bit so that it looks nice than usual

when you walk out of the restroom all dressed up timmy is speechless bc of how good you look, he kisses you on the cheek and takes so many pictures of you, setting one as his lockscreen right after he takes it

his mom LOVES YOU she thinks you’re the sweetest person in the world

she asks if you know French and you whip out the little French you had learned, thanking the green owl that was on your phone

timothée is so impressed by how well you can pronounce everything, it doesn’t go unnoticed by his family either, everyone praising you and you can’t stop blushing

they end up threatening timmy because they love you so much

and then he meets your family

they love him so much they never want you guys to break up

your siblings adore him, your mom is absolutely in love w him and your dad thinks he’s so eloquent and carries himself amazingly

he gets along so well with your whole family and has everyone at the table laughing with his stories and comments

when your mom sees the way he helps you with everything or how gentle he is with you she knows he’s gonna be the one you marry

the two of you watch the nightmare before Christmas all the time since you both love it so much

you sing along to every song and laugh as he stands on his tippy toes to try and imitate jack

for Christmas time you guys always try to see who will give the best gift

of course you love to see the lighting of the tree and so many snowball fights all the time

even more cuddling because oh my god it’s so cold all the time

timmy always knows exactly what to get you and he always writes you a letter which makes you cry

you also get him something meaningful and amazing which makes him tackle you with a hug and kiss you until you’re out of breath

the two of you are always so supportive of each other during anything and everything

timothée chalamet would be the worlds greatest boyfriend and you cannot tell me other wise

[hajimewhore]

Amusement Park Date🎢 (Ushijima Wakatoshi/Reader) ➸sfw, gn!Reader, 1.3k+ words  ➷fluff, established relationship, lil kisses, really just a cute drabble that got too long, introspection into your relationship with Ushiwaka   ➷Ushiwaka mini playlist:  Airplane Mode♫  Daft Pretty Boys♫  Rings♫  I LOVE YOU 3000 II♫

You snort, trying to stifle your laugh with the back of a hand when your eyes catch the display screen showcasing images of the park’s guests. Some coasters have a hidden camera installed to catch you when you least expect it, at the steepest drop during the ride, the collection of photographs are then displayed at the rollercoaster’s exit for purchase (or in your case, a quick snap of your phone’s camera). 

The slideshow took it’s sweet time to shuffle through the images, but once it landed on your coaster’s photo, you couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up.

Ushijima is stone faced in the image, a severe juxtaposition to your animated features. Upon any normal person’s inspection, they’d see the image at face value, thinking ‘that man must be seriously unbothered!’ 

Though after dating Ushijima for a few years, you’ve learned to pick up on the most minute details. 

He’s got a death grip on the rails, hands tightened around the seat bars as if the 190 pound guy could fly out the top. His perfectly cut jaw is tightened, teeth probably gnashing as he bites back a scream. His eyebrows are raised ever so slightly, similar to his widened eyes. All nearly imperceptible signs that show just how wildly uncomfortable Ushijima felt during the ride, and you’re changing your lockscreen to it.

It seems he isn’t familiar with the jarring spins, jerks, and dips that amusement park rides entail—you start to recall he may have mentioned he’d never been on one before, and that he was looking forward to experiencing new things on your date.

A sentiment he is surely taking back at the moment, though it does please you with a chest-encompassing warmth that he still followed along, toughing out the rollercoasters on your checklist.

You’re surprised he lasted through all the rides you completed without making his discomfort apparent, the sun’s already started setting and you’ve explored a majority of the park. You mentally scold and punch yourself for failing to recognize Ushijima’s unease sooner, you probably should’ve stopped at the fourth or fifth ride.

When you notice his brows are furrowed tighter than usual, a pang of sympathy envelops you. Before you can ask if he wants to grab water, or rest somewhere, his deep voice fills your ears,

“Can we...” Ushijima pauses, deliberating for a second, “Grab something to eat?” he blinks, expression neutral as ever.

You sense he’s actually asking for a break from the rollercoasters rather than craving for something, but he’s asking in a roundabout and not so subtle way. You’d already eaten fairly recently, after all. 

The method surprises you, considering he’s usually straightforward to a fault.

“Of course Wakatoshi,” you have to lean up to his height to wrap your arms around his neck, coaxing him into a soft kiss. 

He presses his lips to yours without hesitation, accepting the gesture. You take it in stride with a bright smile, corners of your lips turning up into the kiss. You almost giggle when you feel his long lashes brush against your delicate skin.

You suspect Ushijima didn’t want to hold you back from having a good time, which is probably the same reason he suffered through 6 rollercoasters with you, and as a result suggested an alternative for you to enjoy instead. Spinning death traps are not for everyone, you suppose, and you aren’t opposed to trying one of the myriad of dessert places you spotted earlier.

“I’m craving something sweet, actually. You can pick where we go!”

“Doesn’t matter to me.”

Ushijima pulls back from your kiss, serious countenance making its comeback. 

From an outsider’s perspective, Ushijima probably seems like an aloof or indifferent boyfriend, but you knew better. It was his acts of service that enabled that sunny smile to cross your features, the way he wholeheartedly steps out of his comfort zone for you, how he’s learned to stray from his reserved habits in order to make things work. 

Ushijima links his hand with yours, and you feel as thrilled as the first time he did it. Initially, he never bothered with hand holding. It took a while for Ushijima to understand the domesticity of something simple, like holding hands, and how special it could be for you. When he figured it out, he made sure to interlock your hands more often, fingers laced together and held steadily at his side.

“Alright, this way then!”

You usher him along, tugging his palm gently to make way for the ice cream shop you had in mind. Ushijima accepts the change of direction as he walks in step with you (a difficult task for someone so tall, and you appreciate the sweet yet silent gesture). 

Walking along, weaving between couples and groups, Ushijima’s hand remains linked with yours. When you peek at him, your heart almost fully stops in your chest. 

He looks stunning. Every neon sign and coaster you pace by paints Ushijima’s features with the vivid shades of every color on the spectrum. 

The brilliant purples suit him best, but you think the crisp evergreens and hazy red glows are equally striking, illuminating his features so well. You didn’t think you could fall in love with him again and again so easily, but something as simple as the lighting in the area proves that theory wrong.

You whisk him away to your go-to dessert spot before he can catch you staring, eager to continue your amusement park date. On the other hand, Ushijima is just content to be close to you and away from the dizzying, literal head spinning rides.

 “Let’s share a sundae! This one has a lot of treats and candies that go on top... tons of whipped cream, edible sparkles, not to mention it’s huge too!” 

You gush, eyeballing the lurid stock photo picturing the absolute monstrosity of an ice cream sundae.

“Alright.”

Ushijima looks to be impartial to your request, relaying the order to your server. But his gaze is soft, at a complete loss for the harsh edges he naturally maintains. The subtle shift in his expression clues you in to his endearment for your ice cream enthusiasm, and you preen to yourself upon the realization.

 You know Ushijima is subject to being labeled as that indifferent, aloof, and stone faced boyfriend.

But to you, he doesn’t need a smile that’s a mile wide. You can clearly see the soft glow in his hazel eyes, the kind that usually accompanies a grin anyways.

He doesn’t have to be experienced at showing public displays of affection, when he practices the underrated gestures–always carrying your stuff, opening doors, walking closest to the road, matching your pace–which are equally as special. 

“I love you, Wakatoshi.”

And when you tell him you love him, you’re absolutely enamored as you’re caught up analyzing the little details his expression might give away. Your eyes flick across his features, as if you don’t already have every attribute and imperfection committed to memory and stamped onto your heart.

He doesn’t need to feel obligated to say it back immediately.

“I take it the sundae was good then?”

And he doesn’t, but you can see the beginnings of a smile tugging at his lips.

He doesn’t need to say I love you all the time, because you know he will when it counts. Late night haze, wrapped up in his arms in a safe space, smothered warmly by too many blankets. The moon’s glow dipping in passed the curtains and painting your cheeks with a lunar highlight, three words are whispered against the nape of your neck in spite of the comfortable silence.

 “I love you ‘toshi, and I love this sundae.”

But that won’t stop you from reminding him whenever you can, if only to see the faint cherry pink play at the apples of his cheeks, eyes pretending to find something of fake interest in the distance. And without fail, Ushijima Wakatoshi will smile handsomely at every declaration of love you make to him.

A/N: I wanted to play with more introspection and imagery, I hope it turned out alright! This is probably the first Ushijima fic I’ve written kadlg i hope you enjoyed iiiit

[masterlist] taglist: @thatoneoddgirl8​​

[rico-the-nicoo]

you know what, i wanna know more about y'all candies so imma give y'all a list of random questions i want y'all to answer if you will.

why did you pick that name for your candy? is there a specific reason why or is it just a name you like?

if you're candy likes memes, what's their favorite meme?

is your candy really big on social media? do they keep up with trends?

what kind of music does your candy like and why? what streaming service do they use?

does your candy like ice cream, frozen yogurt, gelato, or sorbert better? what's their favorite flavor?

does your candy like tea or coffee? do they it black or with lots flavorings in it? do they like it hot or cold?

what is the color that mainly takes up their closet?

what is one restaurant your candy can't stand and what is one they can't live without?

if your candy have enough money in the world to buy whatever they wanted, what is the first thing they would buy?

name one character that has a similar personality to your candy.

does your candy wear name/popular brand stuff? what's their favorite brand?

is your candy artistic in any way?

is your candy a heel, flats, boots, or sneakers person? do they have a lot of shoes?

does your candy prefer online shopping to in store shopping?

what is your candy's favorite scent and why?

does your candy drive? if so, what do they drive?

can your candy cook? what's their signature dish?

what kind of phone does your candy have? what's their lockscreen/wallpaper?

does your candy like long, medium, or short nails better?

do you think your candy would survive a zombie apocalypse?

and finally, is there anyone else's candy that you think yours would be friends with?

tag anyone else you would like to see answer.

[nc7dr3am]

LILY’s IDOL FRIENDS:

SMTOWN FAMILY-

RED VELVET

she’s so close to her unnies!! ever since her trainee days

they all text/facetime/hang out often!

lily really looks up to rv honestly. she grew up around them and she’s always strived to be as talented and hardworking as they are

irene cared for her a lot and always encouraged her

especially when she debuted in dream because she knew how hard the public would be on her

joy goes shopping with her often and they have iconic photo shoots

they invented hot girl summer

wendy is a HUGE inspiration to lily and her vocals are her favorite

when wendy went to the hospital she visited her multiple times :( she was very worried for her and was so upset with sbs and at sm for not taking action

they’ve all had sleepovers and have the cutest selcas and have deep talks about their concerns

SEULGI

lily is very close to seulgi in particular

they’re together quite a lot

seulgi calls her flower and lily calls her teddy bear 🥺

softest lil babies

seulgi helps her with dancing a lot

smiles n giggles

they mention each other a lot

seulgi was a big support system for lily when she debuted in dream

“i love jimin~~ she’s so sweet and talented! i love being around her, she’s very refreshing and cute.”

“oh seulgi unnie? she’s an ace. and she’s so sweet and kind and adorable- even though she appears that way, she’s even more in person. i love her so much”

YERI

yeri is her closest friend in rv- and one of her closest friends in general

they were always together as trainees, and they bonded over debuting later than the rest of their group

they always get hate and help each other through it :(((

so. many. dates.

THEY ONCE HAD ACTUAL DATING RUMORS AND IT WAS HILARIOUS

they’re sisters. true sisters

always texting always talking about each other

yermin is superior

they’re seen out together a lot and all over each other’s instagrams

they’ve done lives together and soon lily is gonna guest on yeri bang !!

iconic best friends

they have a bunch of couple items that they buy for each other

each other’s biggest fans. pls sm give them a collab

“yerim unnie is my sister. everyone support her! she is a beautiful human and the sweetest, most talented person. make sure you cheer her on!!”

“jimin-ah~~ shes the best little sister. everyone give her love. she deserves the world and is so strong and talented. i love you~~”

BAEKHYUN

they don’t have many public interactions but baekhyun always calls her his little sister

she loves exo and always says baekhyun is her bias

promotes his solos better than sm

they’re both so soft and their limited interactions are loved

text each other a lot these days and he taught her the dance for candy

they’re really close but mostly behind the scenes

they always joke about having a collaborations and fans are just like 👁👄👁

she admires his vocals so much and he helps coach her singing

CHEN

they’re surprisingly close!!

fans don’t really know besides when they talk at smtown and at music shows

she supported him so much with his girlfriend and marriage

was SOO happy about the baby

offered to babysit for him

sent gifts and supplies to them

she loves his voice as well and he’s another one who helps her with singing

she really admires his technique

SULLI (rest in peace, beautiful angel🤍)

ever since f(x) debuted lily was a huge fan of sulli

when she was a trainee she admired sulli so much and talked to her whenever she could

sulli became very fond of her and they kept in touch often after sulli left f(x)

they loved each other so much and gave each other support

lily always was angry with the company and netizens for being hateful/not defending such a beautiful soul

she always talked about sulli’s solo album and LOVED the tracks

goblin was a MASTERPIECE in lily’s eyes

she knew her friend was hurting and tried doing all she could for her

when sulli passed lily was a wreck

she didn’t speak about it publicly out of respect for sulli and because she wanted to grieve privately

dorothy is one of her favorite songs but now she cries when she hears it

(a/n: i unfortunately became as big of a fan of sulli after her passing. i loved goblin when it released, but i never stanned f(x) and i liked her a lot since she dropped her solo album. i hate the way she was treated and sadly only became aware of exactly how beautiful her soul was when she left this earth. i know she is at peace and resting now. i love you, sulli. rest happily, my beautiful peach🤍)

FRIENDS OUTSIDE SM-

CHAEYOUNG

lily always thought chaeyoung was gorgeous and admired her

once she was brave enough to ask for her number and they began to talk a lot!!

they have a lot in common and hang out sometimes

they watched call me by your name together LMAO

they like to meet and do quiet things like watch movies nd paint each other’s nails

lily LOVES twice and chaeyoung was always someone she wanted to be friends with so she’s so happy that they’re close now!!!

JENNIE

okay the love lily holds for jennie ruby jane is out of this world

NUMBER ONE JENNIE STAN

they met through irene and lily was SOOO shy because jennie is someone she wanted to be friends with for so long

and then they became SUPER close and are seen together a lot!!!!

lily DOES NOT TOLERATE jennie hate

she supported jennie through all her scandals and promoted the hell out of her and always talked about how talented, beautiful and KIND jennie is

jennie is soso fond of lily

jennie is her biggest fan and they’re seen talking at award shows and music shows and are almost ALWAYS hugging

jennin nation 😌

cutest selcas

they’re REALLY REALLY close and they always call each other sister and they’ve also said they’re best friends

ITZY

jimin is close to itzy as a whole

can i tell you how badly jimin wants a collab w dream and itzy

it would be PERFECT

she always blasts their songs

they sat near each other at an award show and jimin approached them so SHY and complimented them and said she admires them so much!!!

they all exchanged numbers and are THE CUTEST

she had a crush on ryujin for a minute LOL

the members have talked about jimin on lives and revealed that they all have a groupchat!!

CHAERYEONG

lily is closest to chaeryeong

they’re SO cute and their interactions are so loved

adorable clingy babies

“chaeryeong is perfect. she’s so sweet, talented, and good at everything?? she’s so beautiful as well... her face makes me so happy that she’s my lockscreen~~”

chaeryeong looks up to lily as a senior

they’re so goofy together and hang out whenever they can

again .. lily does not tolerate ANY chaeryeong hate. she thinks netizens are so cruel to her and she knows how much chaeryeong has suffered

so she makes sure to hype her girl up!!!

[drkoestersmithrpg]

FINALLY

Tony might have actually been drifting off to sleep – if such a thing were possible – when Peter’s phone chimed.  It was Quentin’s tone.  Tony wasn’t supposed to know these things, but he knew.

Peter hadn’t seemed to have heard.  He was still asleep, looking angelic (as usual) with one hand still resting on Tony’s chest.  They had been laying that way as evening turned into night, laying close together, touching and talking, trading compliments, trading secrets.

Even now, the lights were still on.  Tony intended to call to Friday to lower them, but that would mean speaking, and speaking would wake the sleeping angel.  Tony preferred to watch.  Watch and wonder.

To say that Tony had planned for this evening would be… well it would be brutally honest which is why Tony never planned to plan it at all.  But he had. Had stood in the mirror and adjusted the light levels until he felt he could comfortably take his shirt off with Peter in the room (but just to make his fantasies more realistic, not because he had ever planned to get Peter here, oh no.)  But when the moment of truth came, the lights stayed on. Because that’s what Peter wanted.

And what Peter wanted was to ask a million questions, and never, not in his wildest dreams, had Tony imagined that he could stay so calm about it all.  But under Peter’s eyes, under his scrutiny (and under his fingertips) all of it melted away.  The part of his body Pepper could never stand to look at, all that which he had dutifully kept covered pre- and post-arc reactor, what he had hidden from lovers past and present, all of that was suddenly laid bear for Peter to examine, because that’s what Peter wanted.

And the lights stayed on.  Tony was expecting a slightly more hesitant game of “I’ll Show You Mine If.”  But the body Peter was in tears over in the limo was no longer an issue in Tony’s arms. He willingly shed whatever article of clothing Tony mentioned without hesitation, then returned to his careful examination of Tony’s body.

“How did anyone convince you this was disgusting,” Tony asked gently, but now Peter only looked down at himself and giggled.

“Just no hair anywhere,” he said with a shrug. “Maybe puberty will catch up with me eventually.”  He might have other things to say but he appeared to become distracted by Tony’s mouth on the multiple places lacking hair.

“Let Go And Let Peter” was the theme for the night, although, in the end, the younger man clearly expected Tony to take the lead, and so Tony did.

“Let me make love to you, Peter,” he had whispered, just as he had a thousand times in his dreams – but never once, not even once, could he have imagined the radiant smile that lit up Peter’s entire face when he had said it.  Or the delighted way the boy had stammered “Yeah… yeah, okay.”

The sounds he coaxed out of the boy that night were nothing short of heavenly, and mentally he made a note to delete every porn vid from every file he had (he had developed quite a library, carefully sorted into categories: Peter-like, Almost Peter-like, Vaguely  Peter-like,  Close to Peter-like etc.)  They were all going to go.  Because not one of them came close.

  He coaxed two orgasms out of the boy that night.  Once with his mouth.  The second time moving gently inside the boy’s body with long, slow strokes.  

Peter was mortified when he broke the headboard.  

When the boy started to apologize (the way Tony KNEW he would) Tony kissed him silent before he could speak.

“Oh baby I knew… I mean I thought that it would… I mean I hoped…”  He found himself grinning helplessly, almost giggling at the absurdity of it all.  Was he really going to admit to…

“You’ve been thinking about this?” Peter ask in a tiny voice.  Tiny, adorable.

“…maybe…”

Afterward they had lay close to each other, Peter’s fingers tracing the scars on Tony’s chest, remembering more questions.  He knew about the surgeries in details Tony hadn’t discussed since those endless doctor-days.  He mentioned pictures of the surgery that hadn’t been available to the public… then blushed beautifully when he was forced to admit he had hacked into some places that he shouldn’t have when he was younger.

“Why you lookin’ at naked pictures of me, baby?” Tony said with a teasing smile.  

“I… might have been obsessed with you for a very long time,” was the adorable answer.  Tony stroked his eyelids closed and kissed them tenderly (all while making mental notes to erase his large stash of Compound-security photos he had of Peter in the pool.)

They talked for a while afterward.  It seemed like they would talk all night… until Tony started pressing him for information about what they had started talking about in the limo.  Only then did Peter claim sleepiness.

“It’s not just the lack of hair,” he said finally, miserably.  “It’s my voice.  It’s not getting any lower… and I don’t think it’s going to.”

“So, I’m hearing… voice lessons.  But I still don’t get…

“Prolactin, Tony.”  Peter said, irritation showing in his voice.  “When you’re a kid, you have a lot of prolactin in your brain, so you cry a lot.  You grow up, you get more testosterone, and that inhibits crying.  But not me.  I cry all the damn time.  I mean it was every day for a while…”

Tony sat up on one elbow.  He stroked one lock of hair back and chose his words very, very carefully.

“You’re talking about crying jags… Peter did this… did this start after you started at Columbia?”

“Oh no, I was in seventh heaven when I started at Columbia.  Couldn’t sleep I was so damn happy.  It was like kid-in-a-candy-shop happy, like all the time… no… I guess the crying jags started about six months ago…”

Tony opened his mouth to point out that Peter had also started dating Quentin six months ago, then closed it quickly.  Officially they had only been dating for four months, and Tony wasn’t supposed to know the real date.  But there were a lot of things Tony wasn’t supposed to know.

“I had crying jags at MIT,” Tony said finally. (Peter was looking up at him, so he had to say something.)  “The year I was supposed to graduate.  Crying jags can be about changes in life – even good changes.  Or just plain-old stress…”

“You had crying jags?” Peter asked sweetly.  “What did you do?”

“Coke.  I don’t suggest it.”

“I don’t know if it would have an effect on me – alcohol doesn’t.  Believe me I tried.”

“Peter… you know Dr. Cho was going to be a psychiatrist before she changed majors and wound up where she is now?”

“What?”

“I’m trying to tell you that Dr. Cho is team therapist. Big secret - I’m Ietting you in on it. We all talk to her sooner or later.  Most of us have Savior Syndrome and we all have Messiah Complexes.  If you’re stressed out, you should think about talking to her…”  But Peter was far more interested in cuddling and sleeping by then, and who was Tony to argue?

But not now.  Quentin’s tone was vibrating Peter’s phone, this was the sixth time, which meant it was the 3rd message, and suddenly Tony couldn’t take his eyes off of it.

“Baby?” he whispered finally, but only because Peter seemed to be waking up.

“…muhony?” Peter mumbled, looking around him, trying to remember where he was.  “Do I need to leave?”

“Don’t you dare,” Tony growled, his arms tightening around the boy, surprising himself.  He tried to cover it with a joke.  “I’ll have Happy take you home tomorrow in the limo.  Let you do the ‘walk of shame’ in style.

“But your phone is talking to you,” he said regretfully, even as Peter snuggled back into his arms in relief.  

Watching Peter try to retrieve his phone without leaving Tony’s arms left Tony grinning like a fool.  They had moved away from the wet spot and further to the middle of his Alaskan King bed.  Peter even tried to web the phone to him, but he had shed his shooters with the rest of his clothing hours ago.  Finally he stretched out to get the phone with only their legs intertwined.  He didn’t quite make it, but Tony tried to help by keeping a firm grip on his waist.  And if he took some time to admire the view, well, should he feel guilty about that.

He jumped a bit when Peter flung the phone out the room without even looking at the screen.  He braced himself for the crash, although the crash never came.  Peter hadn’t taken aim, but had successfully thrown the device out the door and down the hallway where it landed harmlessly on the carpet in the living room.  Tony gaped even as the boy snuggled back into his arms, mumbling.

“Wait… what?  What did you say?”

“I said I’m done with it.  It’s a waste of time.”

“But… what?  I didn’t catch the first part.”

“I said it’s a waste of time.  I’m finished playing that game… never taking him at his word and always trying to listen around what he was saying to figure out what he meant and then feeling guilty because I should have just taken him at his word and then feeling guilty because I got that wrong too.  I’m done.  I’m done feeling guilty.  Guilt is a waste of time.”

“Guilt… is a waste of time?”

“I’m making it my new lockscreen.  S’gonna be my new password.  I’m tattooing it on my wrist.”

“Can you be tattooed?”

“Nope.  Need vibranium needles.  Gonna hurt a lot…”

“Guilt is a waste of time,” Tony repeated to himself. Peter seemed to be asleep, and now Tony was beginning to wonder if falling asleep in each other’s arms was actually possible.  He nuzzled his face into the boy’s hair and repeated the words to himself.

He wondered if they were true.

[snapchattingnct]

“...forever...”

Zhong Chenle x Reader

Genre: Heartbreak / Long Distance AU / Angst

Word Count: 1K

Warning(s): sad hours open.

Notes: Continuing the NCT Dream (+Mark) #DNYL Series, here’s Chenle’s fic. For our loud dolphin, hung up over his ex. And it’s almost 4am, so please excuse any mistakes I missed. - K 🌱

Once the flight attendant left him alone, Chenle leaned his head against the window with a long sigh. With the volume of his airpods turned all the way up, he tried to tune out the sound of his heart breaking in half as the plane prepared for take off. He watched as the buildings turn into nothing but little dots on the ground and then it disappeared into nothing at all. In its place, big fluffy, white clouds filled his line of vision. When it did, he couldn’t help but smile sadly because it reminded him of you and your love for vanilla ice cream.

You had always had a pretty big sweet tooth, but you especially loved all the candy he would bring when he came to visit you. When you came to visit him in Shanghai for the first time, the first place that Chenle had taken you to was the little candy shop down the street from his house. The aunty there was thrilled to have seen the day that he would bring a girl home, so she showered you with all kinds of sweets. During your short stay, you had visited that candy shop almost every day. It had become your favorite. It had also become Chenle’s favorite.

Now, looking down at the candy in his lap, Chenle didn’t think he could every visit that place again. At least not for a long time. There were too many memories that he shared with you there. It would hurt too much.

Chenle felt his eyes burning with unshed tears as your guys’ song began playing in his ears. Taking a shaky breath, he looked down at his phone, running a thumb over the wallpaper of his lockscreen. It was a picture of you, smiling so brightly at the camera.

He had taken it when you guys had went to the amusement park together. You were trying to persuade him into going on the merry-go-round instead of those scary roller coasters that he wanted to go to. He remembered how you squealed at the sight of the drop of the roller coaster and immediately ran as far away as you could from the entrance of the line. He chased after you laughing and thinking that you were the cutest thing in the entire world. And that was when he decided to take a picture of you in that moment.

Your eyes were closed shut with glee, your smile as big as the sun. An adorable bear headband was on the top of your head as you did a small peace sign. The wind had caused a mess of your head, making it tumble over your shoulder messily, but it was still perfect to him.

You were every inch of perfection in his eyes. Chenle didn’t see a single flaw in you. He just couldn’t find one. But apparently you did in him.

What was supposed to be a cute reunion ended up with his heart being broken in half.

Chenle saw the signs though. He did. He just chose to ignore all the red flags that began to pop up during the past couple months of your guys’ relationship. The missed calls, the canceled late night Facetimes, the bored tone you had each time you did answered, the unread messages. He had a feeling but he just thought that you two would work it out in the end. Which was why he had booked the next flight out to you the first chance he got. Because for one, Chenle had missed you dearly. And second, he needed to fix this distance that was starting to form between the two of you.

He had spent the whole plane ride over going through every scenario possible. He even mentally prepared himself on what to say, how to react, what to get you when he arrived. But nothing would have prepared him for what you had said to him the moment you opened the door for him.

“I want to break up, Chenle.”

Just thinking about those words falling from your lips made his heart ache painfully.

Tilting his head back in his seat, he stared at the ceiling of the plane, trying to keep his tears from escaping.

The two of you had been so close, practically inseparable. He was your other half and you were his. From the moment he woke up, you were the only thing to fill his thoughts as he would always send you a good morning text. He was the only thing on your mind bright and early too because you would always reply back with a good morning text of your own, not even seconds after he sent his. Phone calls or Facetimes with each other were never just a couple minutes. They were hours upon hours long. They weren’t just filled with mindless conversations. They were filled with laughs and full of love. It made it feel like you were right there with each other as you did the daily things in each of your lives, from studying to cooking to eating to watching tv.

Glancing back down at his phone, he unlocked it and tapped on his photos album, which were filled with photos of just you. With each picture he swiped passed, the heavier his heart felt because they were nothing but memories of the past now. There was no chance to create newer ones anymore because you were gone.

Chenle had always thought that you were the one and his forever. He had thought since the first day that he had met you, in the lecture hall of the school he had decided to study abroad at. Chenle was sure that he would have you by his side until the end of time. He was so sure of it.

But as he continued to scroll through the pictures of you on his phone, and the unread messages he had left for you, waiting for you to reply, Chenle guess that he was wrong.

[xsandjenos]

Spend This Day With You // Mark Lee

Summary: This is a birthday gift for my sister @peachesandmark I hope you have an awesome birthday! Go follow her she makes nct dream blurbs :))

Word Count: 1020 words

Genre: fluff, boyfriend au

A/N: I’m in a rush because my brother wants to use the computer so I had zero time to proofread this lol

You watched as the sunlight spilled through your window as you opened the cream coloured curtains. It was a beautiful day, but it wasn’t just a typical day, it was your birthday. You never gave your birthday much thought. Sure, it was the day you came into existence and all that, but as you grew older birthdays felt less and less significant. It was a reminder of your age, you were growing up which only meant more responsibilities and more challenges ahead. You thought back to the days of your youth when you’d celebrate with your friends and shovel cake in your mouth only to have a stomach ache later. You smiled at the sweet memory. Birthdays were fun, but only if you had someone to celebrate them with, and unfortunately you did not. You were studying abroad which meant you had left your family behind, your only connection was through phone calls and FaceTime sessions. To make matters worse Mark was busy with promoting his new comeback, meaning you weren’t sure if you’d see him at all this month.

If no one’s going to treat me for my birthday I might as well treat myself, you thought to yourself.

And that’s exactly what you did, you took yourself out on a shopping spree, accumulating various articles of clothing. From t-shirts to dresses you had scoured numerous thrift stores snatching the best looks off the racks. You loved thrifting, you glanced down at your bags with a satisfied smile. Looks like I hit the jackpot today.  

The ring of your cellphone  interrupted your thoughts, “Hello?”

“Y/N it’s Jaemin, I just wanted to greet you happy birthday! And I was wondering if you wanted to meet up. I want to treat to lunch after rehearsal,”

“Sure.”

“Great! I’ll text you when I’m done,” Jaemin said happily.

You shut your phone off with a sigh, you were grateful you had a friend like Jaemin, but you wished you’d gotten a call from Mark. All your friends and family had greeted you except for him. Was he really too busy to even send a text or call. You shrugged it off, it was one of the many downsides of being an idol and that was something you had to accept. You looked down at your lockscreen, it was a picture of Mark smiling from across the dining table. You had taken the photo during your last date, it felt like that was ages ago.

I miss you and your stupid smile Mark Lee.

* * *

“Move the balloons a bit more, Haechan. To the left! No, that’s the right,” Mark let out a pained sigh. He wanted this party to be perfect, it was the least he could do after all those days without contacting you. He felt a pang of regret wash over him, if only he had sent a simple text or call to reassure you. Mark shook off the thought, what mattered now was that he was able to spend time with you on your birthday.

He had everything planned down to the very last detail. He asked Jaemin to take Y/N out for lunch and bring them back here at 2:00pm. It was now 1:30 in the afternoon and he still wasn’t finished decorating the room. He peered over his shoulder to see Jisung sneaking a handful of candy. “Jisung! Did you hang up the streamers yet?”

“No, but I will,” the boy replied through his candy-stuffed cheeks as he gave Mark a thumbs up.

I should’ve asked Doyoung for help, Mark thought to himself. Doyoung was very organized, he had a knack for getting things done, an example of that would’ve been when it was Yuta and Sicheng’s birthday. He hosted the party and made sure everyone followed the schedule. Right now Mark was way off schedule, and Jaemin would be coming back with Y/N any minute now.

“Hyung, where do I put all these?” Jeno asked, his arms full of presents.

“On the table next to the keyboard.”

Mark looked over to see Haechan singing-more like screaming to the tune of ‘happy birthday.’

Mark frowned, “That’s enough Mariah Carey,”

Haechan pouted, “I’m just testing the mic,”

“It works. No need for any more tests.”

Chenle ran into the room and flicked off the light switch. “Y/N and Jaemin are here!”

All the boys crouched behind the cake table, as they all waited anxiously. They’d been preparing for this day for weeks now, and the day had finally come.

“It’s so dark, we should turn on the lights,” Jaemin said with a grin.

“Surprise!” The dreamies yelled jumping up from behind the table. They began to cheer and as they walked over to you with a birthday cake.

“Happy Birthday Y/N,” Mark smiled as he brought the cake closer to you, “make a wish.”

You closed your eyes, you already had everything you wanted, you weren’t sure what to wish for. You had a loving group of friends family, and your boyfriend had surprised you on your special day. What more could you ask for? You blew out the candle with a smile of content plastered on your face.

“What did you wish for?”

“Nothing.”

Mark eyes widened in surprise, “What why?”

“Because my wish came true. You’re here,”

Mark smiled at you with loving eyes, “Happy birthday Y/N,” he said as pressed a kiss to your lips.

“Ewww,” the dreamies groaned in disgust.

“If you guys are done..” Haechan said pointing the mic towards you and Mark. I have a song to sing for Y/N.”

Mark sighed as he braced himself for Haechan’s over the top singing.

“This one’s for you Y/N!” Haechan yelled into the mic.

You laughed at the boy, you were thankful to have people to share your birthday with. It made you feel special, it brought you back to your childhood memories of balloons and pizza parties. You had grown out of that phase, birthdays began to felt less and less significant, but today, it felt like the best day ever.

Happy birthday to me.

[daisybaeks-archive]

penguins and other lovely things | d.o.

Genre: Fluff, parenting AU

Pairing: D.O. x female reader

um requests are open i see ok i really really need the cutest ksoo one shot you can do, i can’t think of a good storyline but I’d love a parenting one. make him a tease THANKS YANNIE

@kyungiebaby MIMA MY DARLING I’m sorry this took a billion years, i’ve been in a huge slump and I’m just now getting to my requests. I hope this satisfies, I love you

“Are you ready, darling?” 

Your daughter nodded in satisfaction after giving her tiny frame in the mirror another scrutinizing look. As far as Halloween costumes went, it wasn’t a particularly complicated one, but that wasn’t stopping your stubborn five-year-old from being particular about all the details. 

“All good, Mommy!” she grinned, showing off the gap where her front tooth had fallen out. “Let’s go show Daddy our costumes now.”

You laughed and stretched out your hand, her tiny fingers wrapping around your pinky. “Okay, sweetheart.” You gave yourself once last look-over (typical witch costume this year; work and parenting and just life had made its priority over costume shopping) and, deeming yourself presentable enough, let your daughter lead you out of her bedroom.

“Daddy!” she hollered, toddling towards the direction of you and Kyungsoo’s shared room. “Mommy and I are ready!”

“I’ll be out in a minute!” Kyungsoo called back. Even through the closed door, you could hear the amusement and anticipation in his voice. This year, your daughter had insisted on surprising Kyungsoo with her costume. He had no idea what he was about to see.

It took only a few seconds for Kyungsoo to swing the door open. His eyes widened when he took in his little girl, all cozied up in a penguin onesie, her dark hair split into two pigtails. She grinned up at him, her apple cheeks puffed up.

“Ta-da!” she said, flapping her arms against her sides like the bird she was so insistent on dressing up as. “I’m a penguin!” 

Kyungsoo looked fit to burst, his grin unconstrained and so, so bright. He knelt down and held his arms out, prompting the little girl to run into his arms and laugh when he placed multiple kisses all over her face. Your heart melted watching the pair of them, wrapped up in each other’s happiness.

“You look so amazing, princess!” Kyungsoo gushed. “Did you choose this all by yourself?”

She nodded, pride glowing on her face. “I did! Do you like it?”

“Of course I do,” he replied. 

“Doesn’t Mommy look good too?”

Your hearted stuttered once, twice in your chest when he turned his attention to you. Even after all these years, Kyungsoo looking at you like you were the world made you flustered. “Of course,” he replied, softer. He stood up and made his way to you, placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth. “Beautiful as always.”

Later

“She’s too cute in that,” Kyungsoo said. The two of you walked a couple of steps behind your daughter, waddling up to the next house to ask for candy.

“She really is,” you replied, squeezing his hand. “You looked like you were about to implode.”

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes, but the smile stayed etched on his face. “She looks so cozy in that outfit, and she’s so small, and the way she smiled at me when I opened the door...”

“Soo, are you crying?”

“No. Shut up.”

Bonus

Kyungsoo took multiple pictures of your daughter that night. It was too cute of a costume to resist. But the one that he keeps as his lockscreen is the one with your daughter proudly showing you the giant bar of candy she’d gotten from one of the houses. It was a candid shot of the absolute glee on both of your faces.

The two people he loved most in the world, together, forever memorialized in a moment of innocence and childlike wonder.

[vipstarlight1990]

Monstax As Your Boyfriend

I.M As Your Boyfriend

I.M Changkyun

I.M is the maknaes who comes off older then he is. But remember he is young and there for a little immature.

So I see him being the jealous type boyfriend.

He is cute by accident

But will immediately go into cool and act like the the cute moment never happened.

You love to tease him, well or tickle him.

He is very sensitive so you will actively try to mess with him.

But if you do this be prepared that he will get you back.

Because I.M is an evil maknaes so you have been warned.

You are his pillow.

Don't argue it, he will lay on you when he is tired.

It's his way to gain that closeness that you will both want.

If you are backstage at a show he would actually seek you out pretty much to lay on your lap.

This is the cutest he will appear enjoy it.

He will never admit to these moments.

You could bring it up to him and he will deny, deny, deny!

You could show him a picture....he would try to delete it.

But low-key his phone is filled with cute couple pictures.

Or secret snaps that he took of you when you weren't looking or paying attention.

Dates are pretty fun type activities

Amusement parks, arcades, movies, think of anyplace he could be cool you will be there.

Shopping will happen as often as possible.

You will not have couples items.

But he will like to see you wearing his shirt or jacket.

Is he the jealous type? Yes..of course he is.

He will hate every guy you are friends with.

Unless they are family he will make it very clear how he feels.

If you claim to be hanging out with your guys friends you better believe Changkyun Will "Be in the area" and hangout.

If he text you don't have to text him back right away but he will be a little annoyed.

You want to drive him crazy this is the best way to go about it.

He low-key wants all your attention

But this is important everything is low-key because he likes play everything pretty cool.

Love to engulf you in hugs.

Will kiss you on the top of your head.

He wants to hug you tightly when you are around

Does do small romantic stuff but you don't need over the too actions.

You would be watching movies and he would let you pick.

Because he just wants you to stick around and if that means he has to sit through a movie or show that he doesn't necessarily like he will do it

He would just say "I dont care just pick something..."

When you are alone he will be cuddly with you

Teases you, tickles you

Laughs at you trying to fight him back

You will see this side of him and people will think you are lying

You Will tell your friends about what a sweet heart he is

Or how much he spoils you and no one will believe you.

This is what he wants.

He just wants you to see this

It his best kept secret but not really

He may gripe but you could talk him into a few things

He always say this is the last time he is not doing this again.

But he will do it if you ask enough

Arguing um yea of course it will happen

I don't see loud shouting matches

But I see low deliberate arguing.

I can see him sitting there hitting below the belt

He seems like the kind who would and could hit very hard below the belt.

He would sit back and just talk but it will come off so mean and harsh.

I.M seems like he can be harsh by accident.

Be warned he will be mad for awhile....But will still text

Like angry/Salty text you wondering if you are okay.

Its a coin flip on who would have to apologize first.

If you say sorry you would have to come with food and no beating around the bush.

Just say sorry and he won't say much just hug you and love on you.

If he apologizes first he would text you to gauge your mood.

He would probably ask his hyungs for advice

He would end up buying you flowers, jewellery, candy, everything under the sun but you know none of this was is idea.

Finally when he just shows up, just him no gifts and say a simple sorry then you will finally except it

I.M is a super sweet guy. He may gripe but he is a sweet heart

I see him as a low-key overbearing type boyfriend he most people wouldn't believe that

What you see is a clingy boyfriend who literally changed your lockscreen to a picture of him. But you would change it to one of his members as a joke.

He wants your love and attention

He is very jealous and you will mostly roll your eyes when he talks about other guys.

You two love each other and yes it's a puppy love situation but it will grow into a mature loving relationship.

AN: hey giving you an extra one this week since dream date took so long thanks you guys for sticking with me.

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