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Adore You 📸
Yoon Jeonghan Fanfiction (oneshot)
Y/N x Yoon Jeonghan - MDNI!!!
GENRE: Fluff, Smut, Fem!Reader x Non-idol!Jeonghan, Photographer!Reader x Client!Jeonghan, Reader x Single Dad!Jeonghan, Angst(?), Suggestive.
>>> Y/N is named Lim Y/N
⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex, Praise Giving, Fingering, Size Kink, Tongue Kissing, Blowjob, Simp!Jeonghan (to you), Swearing, Suggestive, and many showing of adoration from e/o >.< (feel free to tap away if you're not into these.) — (contains 7393 words)
(english is not my first language, so i apologize for any typographical or grammatical errors :/)
Synopsis: You are a photographer meeting a client who requested a photo session with his 4 year old daughter for an album, which is also needed for her school. When you meet them at the studio, the daughter quickly becomes very attached to you, even expressing a desire for you to be her mom. How should you handle the situation? (this is more like a preview, but anyways)
a/n: i only made this because it's been on my mind and i want to write it down. there's really a plot and duhh ofc some smut scenes (im really bad at making smut but yeah, im improving since ive been reading smut works lol). "adore u" by seventeen is related to this story. if you listen to the song, you'll understand why. anyways hope yall like this kind of shit hehe ❤️.
>>>pictures are from 📌, CTTO
It was a busy Monday, and today you had an appointment with your client, Mr. Yoon, for a photoshoot with his daughter. It was supposed to be quick, right? Well, you were wrong.
You arrived at the studio as planned, looking around as you waited. When Mr. Yoon finally appeared, you almost lost your breath. He looked stunning—his long hair cascading gracefully over his delicate, sweet features. It made you wonder how you ever lost touch with him after high school.
“Ah, Mr. Yoon,” you greeted him with a handshake. Your gaze then shifted to the little girl being carried by an older woman nearby. She looked absolutely adorable.
“Good afternoon, let’s skip the formalities,” Jeonghan said, smiling warmly. “We’ll start the photoshoot in a few minutes, so feel free to set up your cameras.” You nodded in response.
As you were setting up the lighting and equipment, you felt a small tug on the hem of your denim skirt. You looked down and saw Jeong-il, the four-year-old daughter of your client. A soft smile spread across your face as you crouched down to her level.
“Yes?” you asked gently, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. She had her father’s eyes, long lashes and pretty hair. And she has those chubby baby cheeks that made you want to pinch them—though, of course, you didn’t.
“Miss, you're really pretty,” Jeong-il said, her tiny hands now resting on your cheeks as she giggled. Her eyes sparkled with innocent admiration.
Compliments had always been tricky for you to handle, despite receiving them often. You just never knew how to react. But there was something about receiving praise from a child that felt different—genuine and unfiltered, unlike the hollow words you sometimes heard from your peers. Not that you're saying that all compliments are a lie. When a child spoke, it felt real, like a reminder that sincerity still existed in the world.
You smiled widely. “Thank you, sweetheart,” you replied, giving her a gentle pat on the head. “Where’s your dad? Should I take you to him?”
She pointed toward Jeonghan, who was seemingly in a phone call. “Daddy’s busy,” she mumbled. You nodded, about to say something when the older woman, presumably her grandmother, approached.
“I’m so sorry for the trouble,” the woman apologized, gently lifting Jeong-il into her arms. “I just looked away for a split second, and she ran off.”
You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “No trouble at all,” you reassured her.
“Grandma, I want to go to Daddy,” Jeong-il said, her voice small and pleading.
“Alright, let’s go,” the grandmother replied, carrying her off.
“Bye-bye, pretty miss!” the little girl called over her shoulder with a mischievous giggle.
You gave her a cheeky smile and waved back before returning your focus to the set-up. Soon after, the photoshoot began.
Jeonghan looked flawless as always, but his daughter stole the show. You couldn’t stop watching her—she knew exactly how to pose, how to express herself, and it was almost unbelievable how clever she was for her age.
When the shoot wrapped up, Jeonghan came over to review the photos. He stood close, looking through the camera you were holding, and smiled softly as he scrolled through the shots. You couldn’t help but stare at him for a moment longer than necessary. Once he approved the photos, he began to pack up to leave.
Just then, Jeong-il ran toward you, wrapping her little arms around your legs and refusing to let go. Her grandmother tugged at her gently, while Jeonghan tried to coax her.
“Jeong-il, we need to go,” Jeonghan said, a hint of exasperation in his voice as he tried to pull her off you.
“No! I want Mommy to come!” she cried, holding on even tighter. You were taken aback by her words—‘Mommy’? That was unexpected.
Jeonghan sighed. “If you don’t stop, we won’t get ice cream. And this lady isn’t your mother. Let’s go, or I’ll leave you here.”
You smiled sheepishly and leaned down to pick her up. Instantly, she released her grip on your leg and clung to you instead.
“Fine, leave me here. Mommy will take care of me,” she declared stubbornly.
You gently patted her back, trying to ease her grip, but she was surprisingly strong for her size.
“Jeong-il-ah, you have to go now,” you coaxed, but she only began to cry, loudly enough that everyone in the room turned to look. You swore your ears might have bled if you hadn’t stopped her in time.
Now, she was sitting on your lap, sipping banana milk, her head resting against your chest. You could tell she was fighting sleep, but soon enough, she drifted off. Jeonghan carefully took her from your arms and carried her to the car, her grandmother following closely behind.
“You’d make a great mother,” Jeonghan remarked as he gently settled Jeong-il into her seat. You only chuckled in response.
Once everything was settled, Jeonghan turned to you with a grateful smile. “I’m really sorry about that. She’s never acted like this before—I have no idea what got into her.”
“It’s really fine,” you replied, slipping your hands into your jacket pockets.
Jeonghan hesitated for a moment before offering, “Maybe I can treat you to dinner as a thank-you? I’m sure Jeong-il would love to see you again after everything.”
His smile was so warm that you almost stumbled over your words. “Oh, uh, it’s really okay. No need for compensation or anything,” you said, politely declining.
You could have taken the opportunity, but you knew you weren’t ready—not after your last heartbreak. Though Jeonghan’s offer wasn’t a date, the thought of getting involved again made you uneasy.
Your past relationship ended almost a year ago. You and your ex had been together for five years, and you had thought everything was perfect, even through the tough times because he was always there. On your fifth anniversary, you had expected a proposal, maybe because you thought he would after months of telling him about it—but instead, he broke up with you.
At first, you thought it was a joke. But then you saw the seriousness in his eyes. It turned out he had been seeing someone else behind your back, and worse, she was pregnant. He left you without hesitation, as if those five years hadn’t meant a thing. It's like he had to let you go just like there was no five years of relationship that you both went through.
Yes, he's an asshole and that was what made you feel devastated, spiraling into months of depression before you finally picked up the pieces. You were doing well now, but the idea of dating again hadn’t even crossed your mind since then.
Yesterday, Jeonghan had been persistent. No matter how many times you politely declined his invitation to dinner, he kept asking. Like father, like daughter, huh? He only relented when you finally gave in and handed him your number instead. But when he offered to drive you home, the flirting began as soon as he dropped his mom and daughter off at his penthouse. You could have flirted back, but instead, you just chuckled, trying to keep the mood light and avoid any awkwardness.
You had known Jeonghan for years. He had been your classmate throughout high school, and you often had small talks with him every day. It was nice that he always made an effort to approach you, even if it was just for a brief conversation.
Surprisingly, though, he seemed to know more about you. He had always been too shy to talk to you more back then. You were simply too pretty in his eyes, and on top of that, you were always surrounded by your own group of friends. And if there was ever a moment when you were alone, it didn’t last long—boys would come up to you and confess their feelings. Jeonghan had always wanted to do the same, but when he finally mustered the courage to approach you, he would lose his nerve and settle for small talk instead of confessing.
He had been afraid of rejection. After all, you were known in school as the heartbreaker, the girl who turned down every guy who dared to confess. That reputation stuck with you throughout your high school years, and maybe that’s why Jeonghan never found the courage to say what he really felt.
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He couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed when you turned him down the day before. But, he didn’t let it show. He figured you had your reasons. Truth be told, he had specifically hired you for the photoshoot when he saw your name on the list of available photographers. He had always been interested in you (and, of course, he *totally* hadn’t been waiting for you to become available). But all his hopes seemed to slip away when you rejected him.
Despite that, the whole situation with his daughter, Jeong-il, calling you "Mommy" was genuine. He actually liked it when she said that. It made him feel even more drawn to you, like a magnet. Just like his daughter, he couldn’t help but be attached to you. There was something about you that kept pulling people in—or maybe, it was just because he still had a teeny tiny (huge) crush on you, just like he did back in high school.
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Jeonghan was lost in thought, thinking about you as he pushed the cart at a slow pace. His reverie was broken when his mother took over. "Jeonghan, pay attention, will you? We missed the meat aisle," she snapped him back to reality. He sighed inwardly before picking up his little one.
As he stood by the meat section with his mother, he thought he saw a glimpse of you from afar. At first, he dismissed it, thinking he was imagining things, but after a second and third glance, it really was you. For real.
"Jeong-il-ah, look, mommy’s over there," Jeonghan whispered, pointing in your direction. The little girl turned excitedly, her eyes lighting up. Without missing a beat, Jeonghan placed Jeong-il on her feet, and she darted toward you, shouting, "Mommy!!!" Jeonghan smirked but then pretended to be engrossed in something else, acting as if he had no idea what was happening. He knew exactly what he was doing.
You turned your head, surprised to see the little girl rushing toward you, hugging your legs once again like she did before. "Mommy, mommy!" she shouted, making you look around for any signs of Jeonghan or her grandmother. Your friend, who was with you, snickered before quietly stepping away as Jeonghan approached.
You picked up the little girl and smiled at Jeonghan. "I’m not your momm—" you started, but before you could finish, Jeong-il interrupted, stuffing cookies into your mouth. "Mommy, isn’t it yummy? Grandma baked it," she said cheerfully. You chewed on the cookie, trying not to laugh at the overwhelming amount stuffed into your mouth.
Jeonghan stood by, smiling fondly as he watched you with his daughter. His heart fluttered. He couldn’t help but picture you as the mother of his child. If he could, he’d make another baby with you right then and there. "Sweetie, how many times do I have to tell you? She’s not your mother," he scolded gently. "No!" Jeong-il retorted stubbornly.
"It’s alright. I can play pretend," you whispered with a wink, finally managing to swallow the cookies. You didn’t want to upset the little girl, and besides, it wasn’t like you had anything better to do.
Jeonghan grinned, walking alongside you as you helped them with their groceries. You carried Jeong-il the entire time, while Jeonghan carried the shopping bags to the car. "Alright, Jeong-il, come to Dad now," Jeonghan said as they reached the car. The little girl shook her head and held onto you even tighter. "No! When I wake up, mommy will be gone again," she pouted, making you giggle at her stubbornness.
"You’ve brought this on yourself, Y/N," Jeonghan teased, crossing his arms and looking at you with an amused expression. You sighed, resigned to your fate. He opened the passenger door for you while Jeong-il reluctantly climbed into the back seat with her grandmother. The little one only let go of you once you agreed to sit in front.
You had no choice but to tag along. When you arrived at their penthouse, you couldn’t help but admire the luxurious surroundings. It wasn’t that you hadn’t seen such elegance before, but you hadn’t expected Jeonghan’s home to be this extravagant. In hindsight, you should have, given the car he was driving.
"Make yourself at home. I don’t think you’ll be able to leave until the little devil falls asleep," Jeonghan said, collapsing onto the sofa and switching on the television. "What time does she usually nap?" you asked, settling down beside him. "Around 3 p.m. most days," he replied, glancing over at Jeong-il playing with her toys and her grandmother.
"You know, Y/N, Jeong-il has never been this attached to any other lady before," Hae-na, his mother, said, her words tugging at your heart. You figured that maybe the little girl was simply longing for her mother’s presence, and you just happened to be there at the right time. Or perhaps there was something about you that made Jeong-il instantly fond of you. You didn’t want to assume too much, though, so you just nodded along. "Ah, is that so? Maybe she mistook me for her mother. Do I look like her, perhaps?" you asked, tying the little one’s hair into a neat ponytail. Jeong-il looked really cute with her hair up like this, and Jeonghan noticed it too. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, watching you interact with his daughter.
"She’s never seen her mother," Hae-na replied softly. Jeonghan, overhearing the conversation, jumped in. "You don’t look like her at all. In fact, you’re way prettier than she ever was," he said, his eyes locking onto yours with a smirk. You blinked a few times before looking away, feeling a bit flustered. "Jeong-il definitely got her looks from me," Jeonghan added with a smug grin, and Hae-na just rolled her eyes as if she heard it from Jeonghan for the thousandth time.
You could tell he didn’t have fond feelings for the mother of his child, so you decided to steer clear of that topic.
After hours of playing, Jeong-il finally fell asleep in your arms while you and Jeonghan were watching cartoons together. You held her gently, giving her soft pats on the back as Jeonghan led you to her room. You carefully laid the little girl on her bed and tucked her in with a tender smile on your face.
You've always wondered what it would be like to be a mother. You'd dreamed about it, even fantasized. The thought of having a child, someone who needed you, relied on you, felt almost magical. But your ex never wanted the same. He claimed you were too young for kids—though that never stopped him from trying to get you in bed countless of times. Ironically, that same dick headed-ex got another girl pregnant, leaving you with the bitter taste of betrayal. Now, here you were, holding onto the warmth of Jeonghan's daughter, someone who clung to you like she’d been waiting for you her whole life.
The soft click of the bedroom door brought you back to the present as Jeonghan led you out of his daughter's room. You were about to say your goodbyes, but Hae-na, appeared with freshly brewed coffee. The polite thing to do was stay—refusing would’ve felt too rude, especially when his mother had already made her approval of you so clear.
So, now you sat, cup in hand, next to Jeonghan on the couch. His mother had left the two of you alone, and it didn’t escape your notice that she was encouraging this little reunion. Not that you minded… much.
"You're single, right?" Jeonghan’s voice broke the silence, catching you off guard. He was direct, just like you remembered. That was something you always liked about him—his lack of pretense. But all he knew is that he was never like this before.
The first time he saw you holding your camera in highschool, capturing every small little things so perfectly, it's like you already had his heart until then. He could've, no, he should've confessed to you about his feelings, and maybe, just maybe he could've possibly ended up with you until now. And that's what made him the person he is today—the person who's not afraid to say what he wanted to say because he didn't want to regret, the person who'd express himself freely around others about who he is. And you were the one who made that persona in him.
Those daily small talks with you before were his only source of energy that he kept to make himself go to school. The way he'd approach you and stutter in his words, contemplating whether he should confess his feelings to you or not, on which he didn't and would end up having small talks with you instead. That happened day after day until he couldn't anymore. Not after graduating. When he found out you were going to study abroad to pursue your dream as a photographer and filmmaking, there was no way he could confess the last minute. But he did remember you taking his photo with your very own camera. You were a few feet away from him and you held your camera to your face and the photo flashed. He pretended he didn't see and tried his best to remain composed. But behind his cool-looking demeanour was a heart that's beating fastly that made his hands shiver and get all sweaty. You took that photo for just about a second, he couldn't tell whether it was him you took of, but he prayed hard that it be him. It was then after you took the photo, "Congratulations Jeonghan," was the last words he heard from you before disappearing into his life.
"Y-yeah, I am," you stammered, feeling a little caught off guard by the bluntness of his question. "Why do you ask?"
Jeonghan smirked slightly, leaning back and crossing his legs as he took a slow sip of coffee. "Just making sure." His eyes flickered with mischief, but there was something deeper behind them, something you couldn't quite place.
You hummed, taking a sip of your coffee to cover the slight flush creeping up your cheeks. "Why does the coffee taste like dirt?" Jeonghan asked suddenly, his face serious. "Because it was ground a few minutes ago."
You choked a little, trying to stifle your laughter. It was a terrible dad joke, the kind that would make you roll your eyes any other time, but coming from him, it was oddly cute.
"I can't believe you actually said that," you chuckled, wiping a tear from your eye.
Jeonghan grinned, obviously pleased with himself. "I remember when we used to have those little talks in high school. Remember?"
You nodded, a nostalgic smile tugging at your lips. "Of course. You always found a way to make me laugh, even when I didn’t want to."
"I was a coward back then, though," he confessed, his voice soft, eyes glancing away as if lost in thought.
"Really?" you asked, leaning forward slightly. "How so?"
Jeonghan hesitated, the playful mask slipping for a second. He wanted to tell you—tell you how he used to stutter and falter around you, never able to muster the courage to confess his feelings. But now wasn’t the right time. There was too much at stake, and he couldn’t bear the thought of scaring you off when you’d just started letting him back into your life.
Instead, he shrugged casually. "Just because. I missed my shot back then."
Your heart skipped a beat at his words, but you weren’t sure what to say. Before you could think of a response, Jeong-il’s soft voice called for him from her room. Jeonghan sighed, smiling fondly before excusing himself to check on his daughter.
As he disappeared into the hallway, you leaned back on the couch, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Being around Jeonghan brought back a flood of memories—ones you weren’t sure you were ready to face. But there was something undeniable about the way he made you feel, something that made you want to take a chance.
A few minutes later, Jeonghan returned, sliding back onto the couch beside you. "She’s back asleep," he said softly, his eyes finding yours once more.
"Where were we?" you asked, trying to keep your tone light, though your heart was still racing.
"I think I was about to ask you out," Jeonghan replied with a smirk, his tone playful but his gaze sincere. "Dinner? No pressure, just… dinner."
You bit your lip, hesitating for a moment. After everything you’d been through, the idea of opening yourself up again felt terrifying. But something about Jeonghan felt safe, familiar. Like maybe this time, things could be different.
"Okay," you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper. "Dinner sounds nice."
Jeonghan’s face lit up with a grin, and you couldn’t help but smile back. Maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something new.
Jeonghan had always been around you, in ways you hadn’t noticed until now. Bumping into him at the park, catching sight of him outside your workplace, or seeing him at the mall—it was as if fate kept pulling the two of you together. And you had to admit, it was starting to work. He brought you lunch during your breaks, always with a smile and a joke ready. Sometimes, he brought Jeong-il with him, and you’d end up spending the rest of the afternoon with them.
It wasn’t long before you found yourself looking forward to those moments. The flutter in your chest when you spotted him waiting for you, the way your heart warmed when Jeong-il ran into your arms. Maybe this was what you needed—to take a chance on someone who was determined to be a part of your life.
But still, a small part of you held back, unsure, scared. You’d been hurt before, and there was always that nagging fear that history could repeat itself. But for the first time in a long time, you found yourself ready to let go, to go with the flow.
Jeonghan was persistent, and he was winning you over. Little by little, with every unexpected gesture, every shared laugh, every moment with Jeong-il, you felt yourself slipping into something that felt like it could be more.
And maybe, just maybe, you were okay with that.
One night, as you stepped out of work, your heart raced in anticipation of seeing Jeonghan again. You checked your phone, expecting to see a message from him saying he was waiting for you. Instead, a different notification lit up your screen.
"Hey, darling, I'm busy this week and I'm on a business trip. Sorry I couldn't come see you :("
The disappointment hit you harder than you expected. You stared at the message for a moment, feeling a weight settle in your chest. Maybe it was because you'd gotten used to seeing him almost every day. Or maybe because the absence of him, even for just a week, felt strangely unsettling.
It upset you, honestly. But did you also have the right? He had responsibilities—he was a single dad, a man juggling his job, his daughter, and now… you. Of course, he was busy. He had his own world to manage, and what were you to him, really?
Maybe all those thoughtful gestures—bringing you lunch, waiting for you outside work, spending time with you and his daughter—were just his way of being kind. Maybe that’s just who he was, affectionate and caring with everyone. That thought twisted in your gut, and you hated the surge of jealousy that followed.
You wanted his attention. You wanted him to only give you that attention.
Fuck. Since when did you become this selfish? You weren’t like this. But for the first time in your life, you wanted someone to look at you and only you. To give all that effort, all that affection, to you and no one else.
You weren’t in love with him, were you?
“What are you thinking?” you muttered under your breath, trying to shake the thoughts away as you stared blankly at your computer screen. But your focus was shot. It had been three weeks, almost a month, since you last saw him or his daughter, and it was driving you insane. You missed his presence—the way he made everything around you feel lighter, easier.
Sure, he messaged you frequently. He sent chocolates, little gifts here and there, and he always made sure to update you, even if it was just a simple “thinking of you.” But it wasn’t enough. Not for you. You wanted to see him, to hear his voice, to feel the warmth of his presence beside you. That’s what you longed for.
Fuck it. You knew the truth. You were in love with him. There was no point in denying it anymore. The realization hit you like a punch to the gut, and suddenly, everything felt too real, too overwhelming.
Jeonghan wasn’t the type to just give his time and effort to anyone. You knew that. He wasn’t someone who threw affection around carelessly. But with you? You were an exception. Of course, aside from his daughter and his mother, you were the one person who seemed to break through his guarded exterior.
There was something about you that made him want to give you the whole damn world.
Maybe it was because of how you’d effortlessly charmed his hard-hearted daughter, or how undeniably beautiful you were—not just in appearance, but in the way you treated the people around you. Or maybe it was the way you giggled at his corny dad jokes, the same ones no one else found funny, or maybe it was the way you were cold at first, yet somehow always tolerated his awkwardness and small talk back in high school.
You took photography seriously, capturing life’s little moments with a passion that fascinated him. And to him, you were as beautiful as every subject you photographed. Screw it. He liked you because you're you. The only one person in this world he'd ever want.
And now, Jeonghan couldn’t shake the feeling that you were the one he’d been waiting for. The one he wanted by his side. The one he’d want to be the mother of his daughter (children).
You are the one for him and maybe he's the one for you too?
You were at a dinner party with your co-workers, and it didn't take long for the alcohol to hit you. Halfway through, you were already tipsy, maybe because the stress of not seeing Jeonghan for so long was getting to you. Even though you’d only had three glasses, your low tolerance made it feel like you'd had more.
“Already drunk? Gosh, you’re really no fun, unnie,” Minji, your younger co-worker and friend, teased with a playful grin.
“I’m not... drunkhh,” you slurred, resting your head on the table.
“Looks like Y/N has to head out early,” one of your male co-workers offered, standing up with a smirk, already volunteering to take you home. You were too tipsy to think clearly, and the others quickly agreed, unaware of his ulterior motives as he helped you out of the venue.
The man supported your weight, holding you by the waist, his grip a little too tight than necessary, his smirk a little too confident too. He clearly had other intentions. “I can gow howm by myself...” you muttered, trying to push him away weakly, but before he could call a cab, you felt a hand tap your shoulder.
"Y/Nnie," a familiar voice broke through your drunken haze, and when you turned, your face lit up with joy. Jeonghan stood there, a warm smile on his face. Your hands instinctively reached for his face, checking if he was real, and you giggled at your own silliness.
"Jeonghannieeee~ I missed youuu," you beamed, your voice slurring as you clung to him.
Immediately, you freed yourself away from the man and wrapped your arms around Jeonghan’s waist. Jeonghan, with that familiar steady presence, held you close, supporting your weight. The man who had been holding you gave a blank stare, but he wasn’t giving up that easily.
“And who are you?” the guy asked, clearly annoyed.
Jeonghan turned to him, his expression calm but teasing. “Oh, I forgot you were still there. Sorry.” He added, “I’m Y/N’s boyfriend, by the way.”
A brief silence fell before Jeonghan broke it again, his tone final, “I’ll take her from here.” He led you away, not even bothering to look back as he buckled you into his car. Before driving off, he gave the guy one last look, a smirk tugging at his lips as he let out a mocking “tsk.”
As you settled into the passenger seat, you giggled, still drunk and half-asleep. “Oooh... You’re my boyfriend?” you asked, voice playful.
Jeonghan chuckled. “You don’t want that?” he teased.
You thought for a moment, your eyes half-closed. “I’d like that...” you murmured before drifting into sleep. Jeonghan’s soft laughter filled the car as he glanced at you, finding you absolutely adorable.
The drive was peaceful, the soft hum of the radio the only sound as you slept beside him. He was relieved he’d gotten there in time before anything bad could’ve happened. He shook his head, smiling to himself. You really had no idea how much you meant to him.
When he finally parked in front of your apartment complex, he gently tapped your shoulder to wake you. “Darling, are you stable?” he asked in a soft, caring voice.
You groggily opened your eyes, rubbing your temples as the headache from the alcohol hit. “W-where are we?” you asked, now mostly sober after your nap.
“We’re at your place,” he replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
You hummed in response, pausing for a moment before turning to face him. “Thanks for bringing me home,” you said quietly, feeling a flutter in your chest as his gaze met yours. His stare made your cheeks warm, though this time it wasn’t the alcohol causing it.
“No problem, cutie,” he said with a soft smile before getting out of the car and opening the door for you. He unbuckled your seatbelt and offered his hand, and you took it, letting him guide you to your apartment. Once at your door, you turned to say goodbye, but before you could stop yourself, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his.
Jeonghan’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, his first instinct was to pull back, worried you might regret it later. But the softness of your lips, the warmth of your body against his—it was too much to resist. Without thinking, he deepened the kiss, his hands moving to hold you close. It felt desperate, like he’d been waiting for this moment far longer than he’d realized.
Your lips were so soft, sweet and delicate like he'd never want to let go of this sensation. His tongue teasing the bottom of your lips, longing for an entrance. Your body was trapped in between your apartment door behind you and Jeonghan's body in front. His hand is on your waist while the other one was on the back of your head, pulling your head closer to his so the kiss could reach deeper.
Your tongues were entangled to each other, swirling like there's no tomorrow. His was too intoxicating that you couldn't pull away even if you wanted to catch your breath.
A few minutes later, Jeonghan pulled away, strings of your mixed salivas were in between your glossy lips. All he wanted to do was kiss you right there and again, but he knew he had to stop himself. You panted and felt your body heat up like it's aching for more. You immediately unlocked the door and led him inside without even looking back but he stopped you.
He glanced at you, seeing the same desire in your eyes. “I’m not tipsy,” you whispered, as if you knew what he was thinking and hesitating for. The heat between you was impossible to ignore.
"Don't you want me, Hannie?" You asked, your hands roaming around his stomach, looking at him with pleading eyes. Jeonghan did his best to fight his urges to fuck you right then and there. He wanted you. He wanted to fuck you so bad. Jeonghan hesitated, wanting to be sure. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret anything," he replied, his hands roaming around your hips to its own accord.
“I won’t,” you assured him, your voice firm, your eyes filled with longing. “I’ve missed you... so much.”
Jeonghan was still hesitant for a moment, but hearing you admit that was not what he expected. He could practically feel his manhood harden under his pants. And who wouldn't get hard after making out with you?
Without another word, his lips found yours again. You led him to your bedroom without breaking the kiss. He pushed you onto the bed undressing you like he's done it a hundred times before. He undid your bra so easily with one hand as he directly touched your soft breasts. The kiss remained deep and he didn't pull away until you unbuttoned his blouse. He pulled your skirt and tossed it to the ground as his fingers slid into your wet panties, teasing your aching clit. You tried your best to not moan in between kisses, but it's like your body was lost under your control. He pulled away from the kiss to turn his attention towards your wet pussy. He continued to tease it before finally taking the underwear off and inserting one finger into your wet crotch. You moaned to the feeling, making your mind turn into a haze. And Jeonghan loved the sounds you were making. It's like he fell in love to the melody even if it's his first time hearing it from you.
It's been so long since you've last had someone else's finger in you like this. But as far as you can remember, even with this one finger of Jeonghan's were enough to send you to heaven itself.
He put in one more finger, fucking your pussy soft and fastly. Making you pant and let out moans.
"Shit, your moans are adorable," Jeonghan says, leaning down to your pussy and licking it. His tongue entered your folds and that was enough to make you squirt. When you reached your orgasm, Jeonghan made sure to lick your clit, making you let out a whine. "Fuck..." you curse out as you covered your face.
"So pretty, baby," Jeonghan says, his fingers now pinching your nipples, making you moan loudly. He pulled his pants down and you can see his bulge from his underwear. It was huge under the fabric, making you think if it'd even fit you. "Spit in your hands, baby," he says, grabbing your wrist and you did so.
You brought your hands to his cock as soon as he took his underwear off and you stroked onto it up and down before finally licking the top. You bobbed your head over it, and it made Jeonghan groan to the feeling. He couldn't believe that you were actually giving him a blowjob. He only saw these in his fantasies, but now, you're actually making him feel this way. "Your mouth... Ah, shit, it's so beautiful," he grunted, his hands massaging your breasts, making sure you also get enough attention.
Your hands stroked faster and you licked his cock harder, making him reach his ends and finally cum. He came onto your face, his hot semen covering your cheeks. Jeonghan's dick throbbed right away after seeing your face covered with his cum. "Fuck, you're so beautiful," he says, wiping his semen off your face as he planted a kiss on your lips.
He gently pushed you down the bed again, you're now lying underneath him, he looked at you with dark, lustful eyes. "Our kids would be so pretty if I get you pregnant," he muttered, but not enough to let you hear, and you only blinked at him.
He shifted close before whispering, "Can I?" He asked as you felt the tip of his cock brushing over your clit, and you felt your stomach get actual butterflies in it hearing him ask for permission. "Only if you say it," he says, and you took a deep breath before finding your words, "P- please... Fuck me," you said and his cock slowly enter your folds, making your back arch upwards. You took time adjusting to the stretch you were feeling. It didn't hurt a lot, instead it felt incredibly good. "Aghh," you moaned, "F- faster, Hannie," you finally let the words out. And Jeonghan's pace was fast, hard.
He felt your pelvis hit his as your pussy swallows him well. "Ah, shit, so tight. Don't cum yet, baby," he says as his hips thrusts into you harder, you moaned, feeling his cock twitching in and out of you. His hands were giving your breasts attention while his lips were onto your neck, leaving marks everywhere. Such a multitasker, and you know you love it.
"S- so good," you say as his cock reached that one good spot, making you scream. "Shitt," Jeonghan cursed as he felt your walls tightening around him. "Don't cum yet," he says, his pace more faster to meet his orgasm with you.
He took out his cock out of you and his cum went over your stomach while you came, your bedsheets wet with your fluids under your lower body. You were panting, breathless. Jeonghan slumped beside you, his hands never leaving your body, as if he wanted to memorize your every curve.
He planted a kiss on your forehead while you buried your face onto his chest. He gave your back gentle strokes as if asking for another round, you couldn't help but giggle at his way of asking.
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The night went on, with both of you giving in to the emotions that had been bubbling up for so long. —One where you were seated on his lap, moving your hips onto his with a slow pace. Not long enough, though, you got tired and Jeonghan had to pin you down the bed and fuck you himself.
And the other where your legs rested on his shoulders while he thrusts his cock hardly in and out of you with incredibly fast movements that you practically felt your eyes move to the back of your head. He fucked you so well, groaning and giving you compliments while he was at it. Such as: "So adorable," "You're so pretty," "You're doing well.". While you, well, let's just say all you did was moan and let out whimpers. It's like you couldn't even think straight while he fucked you like that. But you heard his words, and that added up to the good sensation you were feeling. You loved hearing his compliments—and that drove you to your climax, cumming before him which made him curse in frustration, but he didn't stop there, in fact—he continued until he reached his own.
And after at least 3 rounds of love-making, you both layed down on the bed, cuddling each other while his cock remained inside you. He was still hard, but he understood that you were too tired, so he did all the work, moving slowly in you while you whimpered under him. "I'm almost--," he grunted, finally coming to his release, and you came, for the probably fifth... or sixth(?) time this night. "You're amazing, baby. I love your body, your smell, your hands, your face... I love everything about you," he says, and you only buried your face onto the pillow. "I love you."
"I love you too," you replied, panting quietly.
Later, you lay beside him, his arms wrapped securely around your waist. The silence was comforting, but eventually, you broke it. “Can I ask you something?” Jeonghan hummed, urging you to continue.
You hesitated, unsure if you should even bring it up. But eventually, you whispered, “What happened to Jeong-il’s mother?”
Jeonghan’s body tensed slightly, but then he chuckled softly. “She didn’t want anything to do with me or the baby. I took full custody of Jeong-il.”
Though he brushed it off and replied as if it wasn't really an important matter to him, your curiosity lingered, and sensing it, Jeonghan sighed before continuing. “I was reckless back then. She got pregnant, and I took responsibility, but less than a year after Jeong-il was born, she moved on by herself. Honestly, it’s fine. I didn’t expect her to stay. If anything, I’m grateful. It brought me to you.”
You hummed in understanding, though a tinge of jealousy flared in your chest. What if things had been different? What if she had stayed? Then again, you were also being selfish, so you wanted to brush it off your thoughts. But before your thoughts could spiral, Jeonghan spoke again.
"Don't even think about it. I loved you since we were in high school," Jeonghan says, and you look up at him, blinking a few times before tilting your head to the side in confusion.
"Okay, let me start from the top. Are you ready?"
You nod, smiling in anticipation.
"But first, tell me, did you take a photo of me before after we graduated?" He questioned, making you feel a bit flustered.
"You... how did you know that?" You replied, returning the question and he just chuckled lightly, placing a kiss on your forehead. "Okay, well, maybe it's because I liked you too, back then... And I couldn't get myself to approach you that day because I thought you would approach me," you continued, but then you shook your head. "Okay, maybe I shouldn't have waited and approached you myself instead. Sorry I didn't get to say goodbye properly."
Jeonghan smiled. A content look on his face at your confession—just what he wanted to hear. He's been waiting for that confirmation since forever.
With a soft sigh, he kissed your lips again, just a peck, enough to get your attention again. "I'm glad you said that," he replied, and continued what he was just saying earlier.
"I would always, should, could've, and have always adored you since day one…"
And that’s how you ended up being the mother of his two beautiful children: your adorable Jeong-il and a beautiful baby boy. Of course, you also became Jeonghan’s wife soon enough.
And he will always adore you.
~*.✧✿ THE END ✿✧.*~
~~~You've reached the end.
—AEYA HERE!: i hope you enjoyed this one, it's pretty long and the ending was taken to a quick wrap, but yeah, i hoped you enjoyed this one. i think it's mostly fluff? let me know what you guys think. and yeah, im open for requests, so if you have any suggestions/requests, just talk to me :)
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Pet Names - JJK Men
Picture CTTO: @yunonoai_ on instagram
A/N Wish there were more pictures with the rest of the JJK men but all I could find are the main ones lolol
Pet names I think the men will use to address you in a "normal" setting and in bed
Gojo Satoru: princess, my love, baby girl, sweetheart, babe
Geto Suguru: darling, pretty girl, beautiful, princess
Kento Nanami: darling, beautiful, princess, baby
Toji Fushiguro: darling, baby girl, annoying, cum bucket
Megumi Fushiguro: baby, babe, pretty, my love
Yuji Itadori: babe, lovely, beautiful, my love, princess
Ryomen Sukuna: Oi, brat, princess, baby girl, my slut, cum whore
Choso: Oi, brat, baby, beautiful
Toge Inumaki: kelp, mustard leaf, salmon, salmon roe, baby, beautiful
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀🍪﹕make the move!
♡ — enhypen's reaction to u confessing to them
warnings : nothing i think just fluffy fluff :D
[ lily’s rambles : still reposting i'm sorry T-T ctto for ni-ki pic ]
other members under the cut!
[ 희승 ] — HEESEUNG
stares blankly at you for a few seconds. one second passes, two seconds, three and you chew the inside of your cheek nervously, about to turn away and run in the opposite direction when he smiles all big, his eyes lighting up so brightly, and looks through his bag to hold out a card that he was going to give you next period to confess to you with
bonus: he’s all smiles for the rest of the day, even after you’ve parted your ways (both holding each other’s cards in hand) and sighs dreamily every five seconds while staring off into space, just thinking about you.
[ 제이 ] — JAY
he freezes. not because he’s feeling all shy or anything, but because the inner hopeless (not so hopeless anymore!) romantic in him is just melting at your confession. in his mind, he wants to be smooth as he accepts your affections but only ends up saying a random pick-up line sunghoon told him once and is absolutely mortified until he hears you laughing and then he’s all like :D.
bonus: he makes a mental note to thank sunghoon as he listens to your pretty laugh and begins researching pickup lines so he can make you laugh some more.
[ 제이크 ] — JAKE
BIG BIG BIG smile!! he’s over the moon to know that you like him back and just laughs a little unbelievingly but then when he sees your sad eyes, thinking he’s laughing at you, he immediately reassures you that he’s laughing because he’s happy that you like him back too. and you pause like: ‘like you back too ?!?!’ and jake nods happily, telling you that he had planned to confess to you on white day but is happy that you confessed first because now he can take you on a date sooner <3
bonus: even though you had been dating for a month already, he still confesses to you on white day just like he had planned to, with a cute little letter and a basket of gifts he chose just for you!
[ 성훈 ] — SUNGHOON
he looks so unfazed that you get scared :( he doesn’t mean to scare you, he’s kind of just… processing the fact that you like him and are confessing to him but when you squeak a tiny little “sorry” and turn around dejectedly, he has his k-drama moment of grasping your wrist lightly to stop you and apologize if he scared you but that he really, really likes you too and would very much like to take you on a date when you’re both free :P
bonus: takes you out on an ice skating date just because he wants to be able to teach you how to ice skate but also because he can be close to you but in a cute way !! not in an uncomfy way >o<
[ 선우 ] — SUNOO
could kiss you right out of the blue but stops himself because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfy or freak you out :< instead smiles happily and takes your gift (a chocolate bar) and breaks it in half so he can share with you! he even offers to buy you your favorite ice cream after school as your first date <3
bonus: while he doesn’t kiss you that day, he does ask you shyly if it’s alright to hold your hand as the both of you walk home from school that day.
[ 정원 ] — JUNGWON
his eyes are so wide, ears pink, face heating up and honestly debates running home so he can celebrate without embarrassing himself in front of you but also doesn’t want to leave you all alone so he musters up all his courage, looks you in the eye, and… hugs you because words won’t come out of his mouth :O
bonus: he’s trying to put all his happiness into your hug so that you know he feels the same way about you but ends up hugging you so tightly you have to ask him to let go, poor boy :(
[ 니키 ] — NI-KI
doesn’t really know what to do or what to say, ends up blurting out that he likes you too before he can stop himself but finds himself delighted when it renders you blushing and speechless. then he’s back to his witty self, teasing you as he takes your gift and promises to bring you one the very next day.
bonus: when you see him the next day, he’s holding a teddy bear so fluffy and giant that it covers his face and tells you that he bought it just for you :3 (he’s so proud of himself awwwweee)
#enhypen#enhypen scenarios#enhypen fluff#enhypen angst#enhypen imagines#enhypen drabbles#enhypen oneshots#enhypen reactions#heeseung#lee heeseung#heeseung scenarios#park jongseong#jay park#park jay#jay scenarios#sim jake#jake sim#jake#jake scenarios#park sunghoon#sunghoon#sunghoon scenarios#kim sunoo#sunoo#sunoo scenarios#yang jungwon#jungwon#jungwon scenairos#nishimura riki#ni-ki
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— 𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓵𝔂 — (tsireya x fem!reader)
pairing: tsireya x fem!human!reader
tags: reading being able to breath pandora air, hand holding :cc, slight angst, but mostly fluff, just tsireya being whipped and fighting for her love
warnings: lowercase intended, slight angst, ronal not accepting
a/n: characters are aged up!
word count: 2.2k
+ gif not mine. ctto.
being the only human that the sully’s brought after they left the forest was certainly a big shock to the metkayina people. they were confused, scared, and angry at the sully’s for bringing a demon that could potentially be the downfall of their clan. despite the reassurance that y/n was born on pandora and didn’t come from earth doesn’t change the fact that she was human.
what helped a bit as she is able to breathe the air of pandora when humans would die mere seconds without the mask, but that doesn’t change the fact that she’s a sky person. by tonowari’s kind heart, she was able to stay with the sully’s and learn how the ways of the metkayina.
it was hard. for a 5’2ft human, how was she supposed to swim just as fast as 10ft tall na’vi’s? she can’t tame an ilu since she doesn’t have any queue to use to bond with the animals in pandora. well, it doesn’t matter so long as she rides with her honorary siblings when they need to travel through the water.
during their stay, she unknowingly caught the eyes of a certain metkayina woman. sweet tsireya, younger sister of ao’nung, youngest daughter of the olo’eyktan and tsahik.
tsireya was curious about y/n. how was a human able to breathe pandora air? didn’t they wear masks in order to breathe? did she come from the star or was she born here? do humans wear the same thing as na’vi’s or do they dress up differently?
so many questions that only that human can answer. but how can she approach y/n? she can’t guarantee that y/n’s safe enough to have a chat with but seeing how the sully kids interact with the human, maybe it won’t be a bad thing.
it was training day with the sully’s and y/n was going to practice with them. she won’t be able to hold her breath as long but she tries her best. tsireya can see that and is happy that y/n was learning how to live like her people.
when tsireya saw that y/n was struggling, she swam toward her and helped her keep her head above the water. y/n coughed out the water that came into her mouth while tsireya pats her back to help and comfort the small creature.
“are you okay, tiny paysyul?” the metkayina asked softly, her round eyes full of concern for y/n. once y/n was able to take a deep breath, she nods her head signaling that she was okay. “are you sure?” “yes. thank you so much, reya.” y/n pats tsireya’s arm as a thank you before the na’vi lets her go.
once tsireya had a reasonable distance from her, y/n turned around and her eyes widen and her nose flared, feeling her heart race fast as her mind registered what just happened. neteyam and kiri snorted at the interaction while lo’ak laughs his stomach out. y/n turns to them and snarls before they return back to their training.
ao’nung rolls his eyes as he swam next to his sister. “what was just that?” he asked with a scoff. he hopes it was not what he thinks it is. “just helping a friend out.” tsireya said, not noticing how her voice had a dreamy tone. well, it is what he thinks it is.
everyone had headed off back to their mauri besides y/n, who wanted to stroll for a bit before eating dinner. “you’re just going to see tsireya~” lo’ak says while wiggling his eyebrows before making kissy noises. neteyam and kiri laughed at their brother’s actions while y/n blushed furiously, her cheeks becoming red.
“shut up you skxawng!! i will shove sand down your throat!” y/n screams while punching the bigger na’vi. kiri pulled y/n off of lo’ak before she could actually shove sand down his throat. “just come back before dinner, alright sis?” neteyam gives her a pat on the shoulder before motioning the rest of the sully kids to go home.
y/n walked towards the shore, grabbing some washed-up shells and pearls to give to tuk. maybe she can make a necklace too for a certain someone while she’s at it.
when y/n couldn't hold enough, she sat by the ocean to take a breather before going home. although she missed the forest, this was a nice change of scenery. the beauty of the reef has its own perk just as the forest has its own.
"what has captured the little paysyul's attention that she hasn't come back home with the sully's?" tsireya's sweet voice filled y/n's ears, a smile growing on her face. "hello to you too, miss tsireya." y/n does the 'i see you' motion, the metkayina returning the same gesture, before sitting down beside the human.
"i just wanted to walk around. i also saw some pearls and shells to give tuk. she wanted to make new necklaces and i wanted to help her gather them." she nods towards the pile of pearls and shells, a purplish blue pearl snuggled between her fingers as she used it as a fidget toy.
tsireya hums in response, and a comfortable silence between the two. "i'm sure you can make beautiful accessories back in the forest." tsireya says softly while her hand plays with the water in front of them.
"i'm wearing some of what i made back at home!" y/n exclaims happily as she moves closer to tsireya to show them. stories of how y/n gathered the materials to make the necklace and anklet while explaining the significance of each one.
tsireya listened intently, happy that somehow, she was getting to know this tiny but beautiful being. maybe the questions she had in mind can wait to be asked in the future. for now, this is enough.
hearing each other's stories about their homes and lives made the metkayina and human grow closer. despite living differently, they're similar in their own ways.
gifts became a norm for the two, having at least a small trinket to give before the day ends. it was mostly rings, something y/n had told tsireya the significance of back on earth.
tsireya loved the thought of rings. a sign of promise between two people who will eventually spend the rest of their lives until death.
the thought of marrying y/n had made her heart beat fast. she didn't mind that they wouldn't be able to mate before the eyes of eywa. in fact, the rings might as well be what bonds them for life! so long as she gets to call y/n hers.
y/n had invited tsireya to another walk on the shore. for a while, they weren't able to hang out due to tsireya having lessons with her mom while y/n had her own lessons with the sully's.
they walked for a bit before settling into their usual spot. they brought out the little gift they had made and gave them to one another. this is the 19th ring they have exchanged with each other.
“this is so beautiful!” tsireya exclaimed with excitement as she examined the ring. it had a pearl with an orange tinge with yellow accents when reflected on a certain angle. what held the ring together was some sort of twig then hardened with clay, pieces of shells sprinkled around to reflect shimmers. “i was able to put it on fire so you can use this ring while swimming.” y/n rubbed the back of her neck.
tsireya immediately wore the ring and continued to admire the ring. “this is by far THE best ring ever. thank you so much!” tsireya holds y/n’s hand and gives it a squeeze.
y/n blushed. the metkayina in front of her was so, so beautiful. the ring couldn’t compare to her beauty. nothing else can compare. she reaches out to cup tsireya’s face, the universe held in the pools of her blue eyes.
the comfort between the two was disturbed when they heard ronal’s voice. their eyes widen and they pulled away but it’s too late. the tsahik saw the interaction, anger filling her veins. “what is this?!” ronal walks up to the two and pulled tsireya off the ground.
“we just exchanged some gifts, tsahik.” y/n says, her head down because she can’t look at the older na’vi. ronal glares at the human before looking at her daughter, "you are to never speak to this human. you may continue to teach her our ways, but you are forbidden to speak to them outside the lessons. understood?" tsireya's ears flattened against. "i said, understood?" taireya nods, before ronel pulls her daughter away from y/n.
y/n stood there, the last ring she may as well get from tsireya between her fingers. she brought it up to her lips, a kiss that will never be shared before she goes back to the sully's mauri.
the following weeks were torture for both tsireya and y/n. although y/n accepted the fact that she will never have the chance because of their differences, tsireya believes otherwise. if jake sully, a former sky person now na'vi, was loved by another na'vi, why can't she and y/n?
eywa is a giving mother, a goddess who accepts those who open their hearts. if they can show eywa that what they feel for each other is true, maybe they can have a chance.
but tsireya has one chance to do this, to make things right. she just had to do what her brother does; sneak out during an ungodly hour. it’s out of her character, but she will do it for y/n.
when everybody was asleep, she quietly sneaks out, only to be met by her older brother on the way out. “you know, mom will eventually find out.” he says softly. tsireya thought for a moment before shaking her head. “i would rather take this chance than never try at all.” she looks up to be met by ao’nung looking at her with a smile. “go get her.”
with a smile, she leaves the mauri to go to the sully’s.
upon arriving. she looks through the rooms where the sully’s sleeps. she peaked to see if y/n was there, only to not see her figure. tsireya was confused. where was y/n? why is she out so late?
she walked to their usual spot, y/n wasn’t there. huh. maybe by the rocks? she wasn’t also there. the forest! she might be there. y/n mentioned once to tsireya that she goes to the forest when everything feels too overwhelming.
walking in the forest, she studies the plants she passed by. tsireya remembers how y/n taught her about the plants and little wildlife that pass them by.
upon arriving at where y/n usually stays, she sees a figure sitting by the stream. suddenly, she felt nervous. she was actually doing this. this is now or never. tsireya walked closer to y/n and sat down beside her, a good space between the two.
“it’s so late, tsireya. you should be asleep.” y/n mutters while playing with the fish in the stream. “i should be telling you that.” tsireya says, a chuckle leaving her mouth as the corners curved up.
when she didn’t see y/n react, tsireya moved closer but not too close to where their skins were touching. “look, i know what my mom said awhile back but that doesn’t change the way i feel.”
y/n looks up at the na’vi, her eyebrows furrowed. “your mom is right though. let’s not hurt each other by doing this.” tsireya didn’t budge on how y/n’s tone was. “well, we haven’t tried, haven’t we?” the metkayina offered her hand to the human. y/n takes her hand, warming both tsireya’s cheeks and heart.
“i know getting my mom's approval won’t come easily. i know everyone's view will see this as out of the ordinary. i know that because you’re human, we won’t be able to mate in the eyes of eywa. but, i believe in destiny. i believe that eywa has given us someone and that someone to me is you.”
tsireya stares at y/n’s eyes, one that is full of life, full of love, and full of curiosity. she would do anything and everything just to keep those eyes on her.
“i see you.” she whispers, just for y/n to hear. y/n’s heart beats fast. this is actually happening. but what about the metkayina clan? what were they going to think? what about the sully’s? what about her family? what are they going to think about this?
“hey, look at me.” tsireya says, pulling y/n out of her thoughts. “don’t think of anyone or anything else. it’s just you and me here.” she leans down to rest her forehead against y/n’s.
y/n takes a deep breath before saying the same words that tsireya had longed to hear from her. “i see you, ma tsireya.” the dam that held back tsireya’s tears broke. happiness poured out of the two as they finally hugged each other after weeks of staying away from each other.
“we need to make those rings. the ones that humans use to bind the couple.” tsireya says while holding y/n’s tiny form. “of course, ma tsireya. we’ll make those wedding rings. just for us.”
they shared a kiss only the forest will see. just because they’re different doesn’t mean they shouldn’t try.
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hello, can i request a few mingyu layouts please? thank you so much ✿
Mingyu layouts :)
<1st header by me rest ctto>
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it’s time to lock in for the rest of the year
*not my photos all pics ctto*
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booked and busy
date: early august 2018
warning/s: none
notes from c: yoonmi gets booked and busy with the album release, their tour, and the new drama she’s filming! ctto for the gif, it’s not mine i found it on pinterest
SURPRISE GUYS I'M BACK 🥰 joon, chimc tae, and kookie went live today and we caught the tiniest glimpse of bald kookie sooooo i thought it was about time i start posting again 🥰 will have something related to the other six tannies' enlistments up later this month
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yoonmi gets validation from tae and a dance partner for the tour
Yoonmi barely processed Taehyung’s question as she quickly did reruns of her lines, script in her hands, track open on her monitor, and untouched lunch box on the table behind her. It had been weeks since she started filming for SKY Castle, and, because of how busy she’d be with touring, the crew was trying to get as many of her scenes for the first half of the series over with.
To her luck, the cast and crew were all friendly enough to help her out. There was no doubt about there being hesitation when it came to everyone approaching her at first, but they had speedily warmed up to her, especially the fellow younger half of actors and actresses that she’d be spending most of her time filming with.
However, everything was overlapping with each other. That is, her schedule for the drama and their comeback preparation. There were still a few finishing touches she needed to add to a concert version of the tracks, approvals to go through with the rest of rap line and the production team, and the choreography to complete with her performance team and to teach her dancers. Not to mention she still had to find someone (a trainee, says the company) to be her dance partner for her solo stage on their tour. It’s not like she could take Yeonjun with her since he’d be preparing for debut while they’re on tour. And the tour!
She could practically feel her body hurting from the amount of plane rides she’d have to take going from place to place while performing on stage or fulfilling her role.
“Hey,” Taehyung knocked on her head, pulling her out of her thoughts, “earth to Yoonmi. One task at a time, yeah? I suggest you eat first before continuing anything. Unless you want Jin hyung to be upset you didn’t eat the food he prepared for you.”
She shook her head but closed her script and turned to him, only to find him uncovering her food. “Were you here this whole time?”
“I’ve been watching you mutter lines to yourself for like fifteen minutes now.” He held a piece of meat up to her mouth with chopsticks. “Now, eat.”
She rolled her eyes but ate the piece and grabbed a pair of chopsticks for herself.
This had been how things were for the past few weeks. Whenever she’d be in the company for any of the three main meals of the day, Seokjin or Taehyung would always drop by and make sure she was eating her meals. If she was on the set, they’d call her or call manager Sejin who’d be with her. Hoseok and Namjoon would make her take breaks, while Jimin, Jungkook, and Yoongi would always convince her (or wrestle, in Jungkook and sometimes Jimin’s case) to bed. It was some weird cycle they had established.
“Don’t you roll your eyes at me, aegi,” Taehyung pretended to scold while hitting her head with a spoon (thank God it was clean). “You get way too into your work, so you know we have to check in on you.”
“And how’d you know I was thinking about this weird set of roles you guys formed?”
“Because I know you. How’s filming going?”
“It’s going great, actually,” she smiled at him. “Everyone’s friendly, and the guy playing my twin brother is an idol, too! It’s funny when we met because he’s my sunbae for acting, but I’m his sunbae for idol life. The role is pretty easy to fulfill, and the plot is really intriguing.”
“As intriguing as me being killed by my brother by accident?”
“Intriguing in different ways,” she laughed before they fell to a silence. It was a whole ten minutes before she spoke up again, “Oppa, do you think this was a bad idea?”
Taehyung looked at her questioningly, making her sigh.
“I mean,” she leaned forward, resting her arms on her knees, “with the tour happening, do you think it was a bad idea to take this acting gig?”
“Personally, yeah,” Taehyung shrugged, making Yoonmi look at him in slight offense. “What, you asked! I’m just saying, as someone who literally helped raise you, I don’t like the idea of you balancing working on music and academics while jetting back and forth between Korea and whatever country we’re performing in and tiring yourself out to the point of passing out. Because I already know that it’s bound to happen at some point.”
She looked down, leaning back and biting into the cookie one of the members had given her at some point. Taehyung looked at her, already knowing the look on her face being one that could lead to her spiralling. He sighed, hating the fact that, no matter what the members and her friends and family told her, she always put others’ opinions of her before her own wants and needs.
“Hey,” Taehyung nudged her arm, “but, as an artist, I think it’s a great idea.”
This perked her up. “You think so?”
“It’s a great opportunity to show more sides of yourself that the public doesn’t really know,” he nodded. “Show them you’re not just an idol or a kid, but something more as well. I know you’re great at anything you put your mind to, except maybe drawing.”
She laughed and hit his arm.
Taehyung laughed with her. “No, yeah. Leave that area of expertise to Jungkook. I’m just saying, it’s a great opportunity for you to break out of whatever stereotypes or prejudices people have against you.”
“So, as my big brother, you say no. As my sunbae, you say yes. Internal conflict of interests, don’t you think?”
“Sure,” he snorted before tapping her knee and looking her in the eye, “but I have to remind you, because your reaction to what I said earlier tells me that you haven’t let it settle in your head. You can’t let what other people think about you discourage you, right?”
She huffed and crossed her arms before looking away. “It’s a little hard when I need to improve myself.”
“But at what cost? Your mental state? Cancelled opportunities? Why let other people’s opinions on you matter more than your own thoughts or opinions of yourself.”
“Because if I let my opinion of myself get to me more than what you guys think about me, I’d probably shrivel up in a hole, you know?”
The joking tone of her voice didn’t carry into the atmosphere of the room. Taehyung just looked at her. He knew that she, despite her proudly speaking her opinion and telling other people to be confident in themselves, is way too insecure for his and the rest of the group’s comfort. It was one of the many reasons that they always went out of their way to baby her and praise her.
It was at times like these, moments where she puts her thoughts on the table and curls into herself, where she looks young. Younger than she actually is. The girl in front of him was sixteen, turning seventeen, eighteen if you use Korean years. Yet, all he could see was the nervous preteen he met years ago.
“You do know you teach other people to love themselves, right?” he asked her.
“Do as I say, not as I do,” she shrugged, making him chuckle.
“We’re just gonna have to rub that into you until you do as you say, too. Wanna talk about it more?”
She shook her head. “No, not really. It’s almost three, and I have to head to the practice room to meet my dance partner for my solo song.”
“Why didn’t you just get one of us?”
“Well, I wanted to, but the company said that it would cut into the rest times of literally any of you, plus, Jungkook oppa was the original plan, but Euphoria and Why are right after each other.”
Taehyung wrinkled his nose but nodded and ruffled her hair. “Alright, let’s clean up, then I can drop you off before I got to my vocal session.”
“I am a mess,” Yoonmi muttered to herself as soon as she walked into the practice room. The reason being manager Sejin stepping in front of her and bringing down his sleeve over his hand to wipe crumbs off of her chin.
“Because you’re stressed out,” he shook his head at her, “so Namjoon and I cleared your schedule for the weekend. I also took the liberty of choosing your dance partner for you, and I think you’ll be okay with him.”
“As okay as I’d have been with Yeonjun oppa?”
“Not as much,” Sejin chuckled at her, “but I’ve seen you talk to Heeseung every now and then, so maybe?”
At the familiar name, she looked behind Sejin and saw the familiar face of the trainee she tended to run into late at night in the company. Heeseung was someone she did try to be more casual with ever since Yeonjun told her they were the same age. It was something she did try to do ever since Jimin and Taehyung had sat her down to tell to be more social with kids her age. She shook her head in amusement while hearing Jimin’s voice saying “Our aegi should spend more time being a kid with other kids!”
Back to the situation at hand, she thanked Sejin and walked to the other side of the room where Heeseung was giving her an awkward smile. It was something she was used to seeing from the trainees whenever they passed by her. The quick bow in greeting completed the experience.
“No need for that, Heeseung, I’ve told you that a billion times,” she laughed while putting a hand on his shoulder to straighten him up. “So you’re my dance partner?”
“Only if you’re okay with that,” he looked at her bashfully.
She laughed a bit and nodded, “Yeah, no biggie. Have you seen the videos?”
“If you don’t mind me asking,” he began after nodding, “I was wondering why it isn’t Jungkook sunbaenim dancing with you like in the video?”
“The setlist has his song and my song right after each other,” she shrugged. “Are you okay if we practice until around nine? There will be breaks of course, but we don’t have to if it cuts into your training time.”
He shakes his head and smiles at her. “Sounds good. The instructors let me off with the condition of doing well for your tour and shadowing you sunbaes for experience.”
“You can stick by me and see the oppas in all their chaotic glory,” she snorted before tugging on his sleeve to bring him to the center of the practice room. “Let’s try marking before the rest of the dancers get here.”
The practice went smoothly, considering she knew the choreography by heart and Heeseung caught on quickly. To Yoonmi’s pleasure, the choreography was almost as clean as she wanted it to be by the time the clock struck 9. All of the dancers got along well together, and there was no tension. They all even messed around with each other during the breaks, which was similar to how the dancers were in previous tours. But, all good things came to an end as the dancers left the practice room one by one, bidding goodbye.
“You’re not regretting agreeing to this, are you?” she asked Heeseung while handing him an energy drink. He had been sweating despite already removing his plaid shirt and being left in a tee.
“Not at all,” he grinned at her while accepting the drink, “it’s a great experience. I just want to know though, how do you practice for hours without removing your hoodie?”
“It’s comfy,” she shrugged.
A knock on the door caught their attention. Seokjin’s head popped in first, a big smile on his face before he let himself in and brought Yoonmi into a hug. Heeseung bowed at him, while he bowed back before turning his attention to her. She wrinkled her nose at him but wrapped her arms around his waist all the same. The elder placed a quick kiss to the top of her head before his face scrunched up.
“You need a shower, princess,” Seokjin squished her cheeks, making her look like a puffer fish.”
“I know,” the words came muffled out of her mouth, “is it home time?”
He nodded down at her before turning towards Heeseung with a smile. “So you’ll be joining us on tour?”
“Yes, sunbaenim.” The awkwardness was back.
Seokjin smiled. “We’ve heard good things about you, Heeseung, from both Yeonjun and management. We’re looking forward to working with you.”
Heeseung’s eyes widened before he thanked the senior. Seokjin laughed a little before letting go of Yoonmi and picking up her bag for her. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m taking this one home for dinner before she passes out from being overworked. She still has filming tomorrow morning.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon,” she squeezed Heeseung’s arm with a grateful smile, “don’t stay too late today or I’ll tell Seri! I know she’s gonna mother hen you even from a different continent.”
He snorted but lightly hit her shoulder. “Alright, fine. See you tomorrow.”
Yoonmi made her way towards Seokjin who was waiting for her by the door, already having memorized the spiel he was giving. Eat food on time, rest, one task at a time, and everything along those lines.
“And I want you asleep by 10:30,” he continued despite them reaching the parking lot already, “so you can have a full eight hours of sleep before heading to the shoot, okay? Jimin has the morning off, so he’ll be going with you.”
This put a frown on her face. She hated the fact that the members were going out of their way to help her or accompany her when they could be resting instead. Also, the director and the PDs were asking her to keep the members from coming on set as much as possible so they don’t get spoiled. And because they can get embarrassingly fussy over her in between takes.
It’s not that she didn’t like it, she would easily admit that it felt nice knowing the members cared for her, but it did get her a little shy with all the cast and staff staring at them.
“Yoongi and I made him promise to stay beside Sejin hyung,” Seokjin smiled at her, “you don’t have to worry about the unnecessary staring. You can probably get away with hiding with your castmates. You know, the ones casted as your fellow kids?”
She laughed. “You know me too well.”
“What type of big brothers would we be if we didn’t?” He helped her into the passenger’s seat before getting into the driver’s seat. “Let’s get you fed and showered so you can be at full battery tomorrow.”
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I can't explain what this specific piece of art does to me like... I've been using it as a comfort picture for a while now and I always end up giggling and losing myslef in imagination whenever I look at it <3 HANMA IS TRULY MY BELOVED
( I actually unironically can't find the source for the picture which is literally tragic, but of course CTTO)
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Hanma Shuji is indulged in a fight as an attempt to chase his must needed adrenaline kick, and i spot him as I'm walking home from school. Amidst the fight he turns around to see me standing at a safe distance, crossing my arms and looking at him with a look of disapproval and worry, he quickly knocks an enemy out and swiftly excuses himself from the brawl for a bit and runs towards me,pulling me in a mischievous side hug. Beofre I could say anything he rests his arm on my shoulder and ruffles my hair with his other hand. Urging me not to worry about him, he always does that and I always protest, telling him how I can't simply "stop worrying". He fake groans then giggles, whispering in my ear to be safe and that he'll meet me at the corner park later when it's nighttime, before he runs back to the brawl, reminding me to get away ASAP before cops come...
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( I KNOW THIS STORY/SCENARIO IS LIKE SUPER CLICHE BUT I AM NOT A STORYTELLER :( I'M JUST A GIRL IN LOVE AND THIS PHOTO AND SCENARIO GIVE ME FUZZY STOMACH BUTTERFLIES)
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Ticklish
~Made at @sneakylilbartender 's request~
College AU (cuz ya)
Might be ooc
Cussing 🤭
Ctto of the headers
Platonic childhood friends
Kinda smh short
Fluff to romance
I reccomend listening to laufey while reading
It was quite a tiring day for Scaramouche. However, you, his next door dormitory neighbor refuses to let him rest.
"Leave.", Scaramouche said.
"No fucking way", you replied. You didn't want to go back to your dorm room, which was occupied by your sleeping drunk friends.
"Oh my fucking Archons, why did you even have them drink at your place anyway?", he said. He did have to admit he had a soft spot for you since you knew eachother since- who knows your parents introduced you to eachother when you two were very, very, young.
"You know I'm quite generous and I sort of had it planned out... I'll just sleep in my dorm with their stanky asses then". You turned around in quite a rush, but felt a strong grip on your wrist.
"I didn't say you couldn't stay", Scaramouche implied. "But you said- nevermind".
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There you were, sitting on his bed while Scaramouche was on his phone. But little did you know he was viewing the posts of the friends that drank in your dorm room after partying. You thought about your current feelings for him amidst the creeping silence. Did he find you annoying? Does he want to stay friends?
Does he like anyone?
'Damn my thoughts became deep', you mentally said to yourself . You had a feeling of awkwardness and started to break the silence. So, you had a perfectly and maybe slightly sadistic idea.
'Find his ticklish spots.', is what you thought.
'Okay (Y/n), DO NOT, ABSOLUTELY DON'T FUCK THIS UP.'
"Hey Scara",
"What?", he said with an annoyed tone.
"Are you ticklish?"
Silence.
Scaramouche suddenly felt a slight heat creep up to his face. "So what?!", he remarked. "Oh so you are ticklish, or maybe you're ticklish somewhere...", you said as a devious smirk started to form on your face.
"Then... here!"
You started tickling the spot on his side, just above his waist. He then flinched and started bursting out into a fit of joyful laughter.
"Sto- mph!!" Scaramouche said, getting interrupted as he giggled in between syllables. "Ooh~! It seems that the all so mighty Scaramouche is all so sensitive and ticklish in this spot!~". Scaramouche tried to fit a frown in between his laughter, you were very, very lucky that he didn't lash out at you the first time you said something.
It was quite refreshing though, to both of you. You get to tease the man you like, and he spends another moment of being grateful you're in your life. Honestly, how come you're both still platonic friends?
You eventually stopped as Scaramouche was even more exhausted after laughing. A part of you expected for him to be upset, which was right.
Luckily, for Scaramouche, he knew all of your ticklish spots. "Why you-!", Scaramouche exclaimed as he reached out to the same spot where you tickled him. You bursted out into a fit of laughter as you tried to push him away.
"Aha~! Wait noho~! I'm sorry ok! I'll pay for it accordingl-" you were interrupted with more giggles and laughs. "You should, and you will", Scaramouche said while stopping his revenge to a halt and decided on your punishment.
"For your punishment, I've decided we confess some secret we have to eachother. I won't be unfair with you, so be glad I gave you this kind of punishment."
You were taken aback by his statement. Preparing yourself for this, you've decided to confess this one thing you've been hiding from him all these years.
"Fine, my secret is..."
"Is?" Scaramouche asked. He was curious about what secret you might hold.
"Is that, I've liked you since elementary...."
'What?' Scaramouche thought, a shocked expression painted on his face. He didnt expect this kind of secret, let alone something you've been hiding for years. To think that his feelings were returned by his beloved was the best thing he could ask for.
"Fine then, my turn."
You were getting anxious at the thought of rejection. You thought it was weird of you to just say it to him, but it's better sooner than later since you would become adults soon. You watched as Scaramouche took a deep breath and glanced at you longingly.
"I like you too, (Y/n)".
And there it was, the sentence you've longed for so long, the sentence you didnt think you would be hearing after years. You felt heat rise up to your cheeks as you looked away, embarrassed.
Scaramouche thought you looked beautiful, at this very moment. How weird, wasn'tit? Both of you thinking so similarly and lovingly of each other but ending up hiding it in the end.
Scaramouche reached out to your chin and lifted it up, urging your face to look at his.
"Let's date then".
Your heart was beating so fast, it even skipped a few beats as if it were racing through time.
"I- um-... I don't know. What if-"
"Don't worry about that, nevermind".
You thought he was going to kick you out of his dorm room and avoid you at that moment, but it was rather more of something you absolutely didn't expect.
"I don't like you (Y/n)," Scaramouche stated unfinished, "I've grown to love you", he said with a comforting smile, one you've always adored. It was almost like he was glowing at that moment.
"Sleep beside me (Y/n), let's sleep together."
You nodded as you kept your head down in embarrassment as you laid down with him, your fingers intertwined with his.
"From now on, we're not some platonic childhood friends. We're lovers."
I'm back what's up bitches 💅💅
Request stuff please I want to write more
Maybe every weekend or smth I might get banned from electronic devices (again)
This was supposed to be just wholesome but I wanted to give you all a hearthrobbing read so-
See you again soon!
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ೀ⋆。🌷 BLUE LOCK
a collection of drabbles, oneshots, chat aus, and more for blue lock ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა
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✮⋆˙ #04 CHIGIRI HYOMA
✮⋆˙ #14 MIKAGE REO
✮⋆˙ #11 NAGI SEISHIRO
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𝅄 ✩⃝ ᝪ 𝅘𝅥𝅮⠀︵ ℐ𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖨’𝗆
𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖨’𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 🛏👛 ⡅ . ⁺
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✧.*⑅˖♡On My Command MASTERLIST♡˖⑅*.✧
LAZY EDIT
heya, heya, heya! aeya here!: I jus' want to let yk that requests are now open! Feel free to suggest and I will be writing it, hehehe. —bummer, no one wanna though.
My first ever story & series posted here on Tumblr! Yey! Promoting my Wattpad >w< @muuimihanmal_writes - The link is from Wattpad also posted by me ^^ but dw, if you dont have a Wattpad acc, just check the chapter down below!
On My Command
SEVENTEEN FANFICTION (Series)
AFAB!READER x SEVENTEEN - MNDI GENRE: Mafia, Businesses, Dark Romance, Smut, Gangs, RomCom, Action, Fem!Reader x Mafia!Seventeen, Baddie!Reader x Businessmen!Seventeen Status: ONGOING (stopped until someone convinces me to continue) ⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: Smut, Kissing, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex (though some have), Mention of Birth Controls, Gunshots, Blood, Fingering, Squirting, Language, Manipulation, Fighting, Action, Pet Names, Size kinks. ♡-Mention of other groups like TXT, EXO, ENHA, G-IDLE, LE SSERA, NCT DREAM, RIIZE (THIS IS A SERIES SO IG I WILL BE ADDING MORE TO THAN THESE WARNINGS) - MDNI OR I WILL BLOCK THOSE WITHOUT AGE INDICATOR ON BIO READER IS NAMED LI MEI QIANG!!! >>>> IMAGES ARE FROM PINTEREST so yeah, ctto. Also, there will be a 1st person POV 'cause I like starting from Y/N's POV at every story I make. Lmao. Enjoy babies. ♡
PREVIEW: YN POV: I had always thought I would live out the rest of my days aging quietly and dying a mundane death. My life seemed devoid of surprises until I turned 23. Suddenly, I found myself entangled with businesses, gangs, and even dangerous mafias. Who could have imagined my life would take such an exhilarating turn? At last, I had something new to experience in my previously dull existence. Now, I could finally put my unique ability to good use-an ability to manipulate, honed by my deep understanding of psychology, in situations that were both serious and thrilling. Would I able to handle this serious turn of events? You're damn right I can.
> CHAPTER 1
tags: gunshots, blood, language, manipulation, fighting, action
> CHAPTER 2
tags: language, kissing, making out (w/joshujii), persistence
> CHAPTER 3
tags: kidnapping, nonconsent, making out, needles, blood, language, manipulation
> CHAPTER 4
tags: gunshots, blood, language, manipulation
a/n: sorry guys, i only recently uploaded this story on tumblr so yeah, still working on other chapters (hehe)
do check this story out on wattpad since ive already uploaded a bunch of chapters there (though still unfinished) but yeah, busy with college and stuffs (my damn job) as well so i dont think i can update frequently. PLEASE ENJOY THOUGH
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"Giving Something Sweet, Returning Something Sweet."
Barista!Horangi x Guard!Konig
(ctto for the picture used here hehe)
Desc: From a small gesture from the Korean Barista, the Austrian guard can't help but be honest aswell, and returns the same gesture to the other man. All with the intention of platonic-ness.
Warnings: none, I think.
fic under cut,, enjoy~! :3
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In a subtle place in the heart of Korea, Seoul; there was a small Cafe, a Cafe that not too many knew of, But the Cafe had warm, and tounge-melting coffee and pastries. The Cafe made an alright amount of earnings, not much, but enough to pay the bills and expenses.
Only about 2 to 3 people worked in that Cafe, but mostly has 2. A Guard, who was a tall, quiet, Austrian man, also known as König.. And the Barista, who had a tiger-like personality, Korean man,, also known as Horangi. (or Hongjin)
While there was no one to serve at the Cafe, the two just talked with eachother. It was small talk, rest of the day was peaceful silence.
Well, until today.. Which now became flustered silence.
König watched outside, watching people walk by the Cafe. Some gave him weird looks for his mask, but he didn't let it get to them.
"5:39 PM", read on his watch. The sun slowly to drop from the sky. The guard closed his eyes a bit leaning onto the Cafe's outside wall. That was until Horangi came outside, looking at the taller man.
"König, here." The barista placed a cup with latte, and some chocolate bread on a nearby table, where König stayed at.. The chocolate, came from Germany.. Which König liked. And Horangi knew that pretty well, from their past small talks.
"Some treats.. For the most handsome guard I know~.." The Korean barista said quietly, not too quiet, but quiet enough for König to hear. Horangi was smiling a bit under his mask, which covered his mouth hole. He was just joking with the last part, but he will admit König looks pretty nice, even with his mask.
König's eyes widened a bit, as his blue eyes stared down at Horangi's brown eyes.
König cleared his throat, hoping that his blush wasn't showing through his mask, he definitely heard that. "I... Danke, Horangi." The Austrian guard thanked softly, looking down at him. He seemed touch by the gesture, but the words that Horangi said to him made him feel.. Something a bit new. A flurry feeling in his stomach sort of, butterflies, maybe?
In response, Horangi nodded, before walking back in... As the sun setted, and the cafe was slowly being closed and cleaned up, König couldn't help but remember that feeling. It was still there... Definitely still there. But why? What was this feeling?
----- Next day, 9:12 AM.
Early mornings were mostly considered a rush hour. Mostly from 7-9.
Rush hour was about to end, which.. Usually ended in Horangi being a sighing mess. König just watched outside, occasionally walking in to help Horangi with some of the used utensils, since the Korean Barista would be taking orders and making coffees. After a long hour, or hours.. Horangi sighed as he leaned on the counter. Waiting for some pasteries to bake. He seemed lost in his thoughts as he drank from his tumbler.
König, walked into the building and quietly went over to the shorter man, and lifted up his mask a bit so that his mouth would show, he then blew on Horangi's neck. His warm breathe spreading through his nape. Which resulted in the Korean Barista freezing up. Turning to look at König, who just acted innocent.
"I... Need something?" He asked, his Korean accent being quite apperent as he asked. As he put back on his mask.
"Nein, nein. Mein freund." König murmured, looking around. Until he pulled out something out from his back, and placed it on the counter. It was some pasteries.. Once again, drizzled with some German chocolate.
"Here. For you." He said, his German accent adding a bit of depth into his words. It sounded nice, and comforting for Horangi.. For some reason. "I bake some yesterday, then wanted to give them to you." He added, he seemed proud of himself.
Horangi couldn't help but feel his heart melt at the kind gesture from his friend. "Thank you.." He said, smiling under his mask.
"Bitte schön." A brief moment of silence passes through.
König sighs, then looks down at Horangi.
"I.. I think you're handsome aswell." The guard mumbled, after realizing what he said.. He hoped he came off as a platonic individual when he said that to him.. He instantly froze and looked back at Horangi. "P-pretend I said nothing, ja?" König said a bit nervously.
Horangi however, acted calm, but the other man could tell how he was smirking at him playfully. "I won't, I won't." He said calmly, his eyes scanning König, who was quite embarrassed by that sudden mutter.
And after that.. They just,, gave eachother quiet compliments. Telling how one looked handsome, and how the other one also looked handsome. They tried to make it all platonic and such.. But...
Sometimes feelings can change without you knowing, and you just.. Go with the flow.. Am I right?
(End <3)
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ctto for the gif!
i want to know you. human!neteyam x reader (highschool AU)
i wish cupid existed… (chapter one)
this is the first chapter, i hope it’s a nice read :-)
previous chapter…
a new day brought another chance! it had been a couple days in between your last encounter with the boy. so you got up extra early to put a bit more effort into your appearance. you wanted to present yourself as a nice and organized person, compared to the lazy one you always were. as you were getting ready, you got a notification on your phone.
“neteyyam has followed you on instagram. follow back?”
holy crap! he followed you? you were conflicted on whether or not to message him, but you followed him back and left it at that. after all, you’d be seeing him at school. maybe today would be the day you two would talk!
you finished getting ready and left your home, waving goodbye to your parents. you sat at the bus stop, waiting for it to arrive. as it pulls up and you get on, you see some familiar faces. it was your good friend kiri, and the rest of her siblings, including neteyam…
as kiri excitedly waved you down to come sit with her, you had so many thoughts running through your head. ‘what if he brings up the fact that i didn’t message him?’, ‘i didn’t know they rode this bus route…’, ‘should i have texted him?’ and overall, ‘why didn’t kiri tell me!!’.
you sat down and kiri began excitedly chatting with you about what the day could bring, things like lunch foods, classes, and what you all would do in gym. meanwhile, all you could think about was him. should you try talking to him?
“oh, good morning neteyam and kiri! i didn’t expect to see you guys so early, usually no one rides this bus route.” you said.
he just gave an affirming nod and a small wave, so much for trying to spark a conversation…
you just continued talking with kiri, letting it go and taking your mind off it. soon you arrived at the school, you two happily greeting tsireya and hugging each other.
“i see you and kiri arrived together… was he on the bus as well?” tsireya said as she giggled and poked you in the stomach playfully.
“quit teasing, ‘reya!” kiri laughed, “you know (yn) is hopelessly in love with my idiot older brother…” she said as she swooned dramatically. “guys…” you pouted and frowned at them.
they continued walking and laughing without you as you stood still in the hallway sulking. you were standing there, lost in your thoughts as you felt someone bump into your back. “oh, i’m sorry-!” you began until you turned around to see neteyam. how embarrassing…
“oh, my bad. didn’t see you there.” he said and nodded down at you even though you weren’t much shorter than the boy. “hm.” he grunted and looked confusedly at you. “where’s my sister and your friend? did they leave you behind?” he let out a small chuckle while saying this. “oh…” you giggled uncomfortably, “yeah, i had to stop at my locker, so i told them to go ahead without me.” he nodded approvingly and looked pleased. how could he be happy your dumb (but lovely!) friends left you?
“you know how to open these lockers? could i bother you to teach me at lunch…?” he asked shyly. “um, of course! it’s really simple, i’m sure it won’t even take the whole period!” you said with a kind smile.
“cool, thanks. i’ll see you then?” he said as he began walking away cooly, looking just as unattainable as ever.
you watched him walk away and turn the corner as you went to your locker. ‘could this be a blessing from cupid?!’ you thought. after you finished putting your things up and touching up your appearance, you slammed your locker and frantically went to go find your friends so you could tell them about what would happen at lunch so they wouldn’t potentially embarrass you.
“he what!?” said tsireya, looking shocked as you all were chatting in math class, waiting for class to begin. kiri didn’t sit with you two, so she was standing over your desk, looking dissatisfied.
“no way he’s sitting with us…” she said, frowning. “i live with him, and now i have to eat lunch with him too?” the girl complains.
“what can i say? the heart wants what it wants, kiri!” tsireya remarks and winks at you.
“of course you would say something like that…” kiri grumbles, alluding to the fact that tsireya has a small crush on her other brother, lo’ak. “what is it with you two and my family members?? remind me never to show you pictures of my dad.” you just smiled and laughed with them as you thought about how the rest of the day would be.
soon after, kiri returned to her desk and the teacher began lecturing. so boring… you would much rather daydream about what would happen at lunch today. would it go well? you hoped so. after hours of monotonous, boring classes, lunchtime finally rolled around.
maybe this opportunity would be your guiding light.
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— 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓲'𝓿𝓮 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓷 — (kiri, tsireya [separate] x gn!reader)
pairing: kiri x gn!metkayina!reader, tsireya x gn!omatikaya!reader
tags: teeth-rotting fluff
warnings: lowercase intended
a/n: characters are aged up! i made this while i was in the er lmao. it's short but i hope you enjoy!
word count: 1.0k
+ gif not mine. ctto.
— 𝓴𝓲𝓻𝓲 —
when the sully's arrived at awa'atlu for safety, everyone was cautious because not only were they forest na'vi's, which in turn is useless in the life in the reefs, but the patriarch of that family was a sky person in their previous life. how can the metkayina clan be sure that war won't befall them?? are the sully's worth taking in?
when the olo'eyktan had accepted them and had them learn their ways, he got his children, ao'nung, y/n, and tsireya to help the omatikaya kids. ao'nung was annoyed that his dad added another chore to his evergrowing list while y/n and tsireya were excited to see new faces in their everyday lives.
y/n and tsireya helped carry some of the sully's belongings and y/n began interacting the what looks to be the oldest sully daughter.
kiri was cautious and was slightly confused as to why the child of the tsahik was so different from their mother. after all, they were criticized for having 'demon blood' because of hers and lo'ak's extra finger. y/n was just happy to see new faces and wanted to get to know them (kiri more specifically) and know what it was like to live in the forest.
upon arriving at the unoccupied mauri pod, they all set their belongings down, tsireya and y/n jumping in surprise at the louder 'thud' that came from the matriarch of the sully's. y/n can feel the annoyance and anger the mother was feeling. after all, their own mother criticized the family who was only searching for a place to seek refuge.
tsireya told them once again that training starts tomorrow and that they get a lot of rest since they had all just come from a long flight. y/n added that they would be bringing housewarming gifts (more specifically food) a little while later after they all settled in.
when jake sully thanked the two, the kids followed suit while neytiri kept her mouth shut, gazing away from the metkayinas standing in front of them.
when the two left, tsireya immediately slaps her sibling's shoulder softly when they were further from the pod as she squealed in delight. "have you seen the older na'vi girl's gaze on you?!"
y/n looks at her with eyes wide and immediately shushed their sister, face and ears flushed in a darker blue shade as their freckles glowed slightly. "you totally did!!" tsireya once more squealed in delight and excitement because she never saw her older sibling blush this much.
the older could only flatten their ears against their head as their tail swayed in a small but fast phase. they can't deny that the omatikaya had their gaze linger for a bit even if this was just their first meeting.
"isn't she just so pretty?" tsireya nudged her sibling in a playful way while doing a small dance to egg on her sibling more. y/n could only nod and mutter, "the prettiest girl i've ever seen."
they can't wait to train with the sully's tomorrow and get to know the na'vi more.
— 𝓽𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮𝔂𝓪 —
it was months after the sully's came to the reef to seek refuge. the kids were getting better and better at learning the metkayina way and tsireya couldn't be more proud than she already was.
in the time she spent with them, she can't help but be intrigued with the second sully kid, y/n. the words tsireya could describe y/n as eager, kind, and humble. eager to learn their ways and how they lived for as long as the clan could remember. kind to all the metkayina, surprisingly including her brother despite him bullying them and their siblings. to this day, tsireya is still in awe that y/n was able to assert dominance over her brother and made him stop tormenting kiri and lo'ak. last but not the least, humble. despite being the child of the toruk makto and former olo'eyktan, they didn't use their title to get what they want. instead, they work hard for what they want and still be thankful even for the smallest thing.
maybe that's what got her to fall for the older omatikaya. it was their nature that drew her to them. and she could only hope they could feel what she felt for them.
little did she know, y/n felt the same. they could only tell the stories to their older brother, neteyam, and he could see how smitten his sibling was for the metkayina princess. he would always encourage y/n to take their shot but to their words, 'i don't want to ruin our friendship.' very cowardly, but understandable. of course, you wouldn't want to ruin that special bond that one worked hard for just for it to crumble and have the other be uncomfortable.
"you'll never know unless you try." neteyam pats y/n shoulder to encourage them. "if she doesn't see your feelings, it's fine. the great mother has someone special made for you. you just have to be patient."
but if that special someone isn't tsireya, what's the point? they wouldn't want to spend this lifetime with anyone else besides the future tsahik of the metkayina clan.
just as y/n was in deep thought, neteyam repeatedly hit their shoulder, causing them to hiss at their older brother but was then held on the head and moved to a certain direction. that direction showed tsireya walking with the younger metkayinas for their lessons.
oh eywa, what if they had kids in the future? tsireya would be the prettiest mother in pandora. but that's for future y/n to gush about.
neteyan could only laugh at the lovestruck stare his sibling was sending tsireya's way. "she's the prettiest girl i've ever seen." he hears y/n mumble to themselves. if they don't tell tsireya their feelings sooner or later, he's going to snitch to their siblings about y/n's feelings for tsireya so they can torment them into finally confessing.
for now, he will let y/n's gaze linger on tsireya. just for a little bit.
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