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helen-with-an-a · 4 days ago

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The first time between r and Ingrid, but it's actually r first time too. R is a couple of years younger than Ingrid, they've been dating for a couple of months now and one day after training they go to Ingrid apartment to eat together and watch a movie but things start to get hot but as soon R realize she stop cause she's a little bit scared and cause she never told Ingrid that that would be her first time. A fluffy and cute smut 🙏🏼😁🥺

So I'm going to split this into 2 and I've changed it slightly but yeh. Here's part 1, part 2 comes out next week :)

Nerves

Ingrid Engen x Reader

Description: R wants to go all the way with Ingrid

Word Count: 4.1k

TW: None - slight age gap but nothing weird, allusions to sex

Part 1 : Part 2

It was stupid, the way you felt so goddamn nervous. Every time Ingrid came near you, your heart started to race a mile a minute. It was only Ingrid. Ingrid … your Ingrid. Your wonderful, fantastic, beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, incredible Ingrid … your girlfriend. It was hard not to fall in love with her. From the very beginning, she had an allure that drew you in like a moth to a flame. Those dazzling green eyes, so full of life and the shock of dark hair, she looked like a dream – a dream that you never wanted to wake up from. She had stolen your heart effortlessly, almost as if it had belonged to her all along. And when she took it, she never gave it back. Not that you ever wanted it back.

You were head over heels for your girlfriend. Every little thing she did made your heart race, from the way she laughed – a rich, melodic sound that warmed you from the inside out – to the way she looked at you with an intensity that made you feel like you were the only person in the world. You found yourself constantly drawn to her, craving her touch, her voice, her presence. She was magnetic, and like a moth to a flame, your world revolved around her.

Maybe that was why you were so nervous? Because she was Ingrid. Wonderful and fantastic and beautiful and stunning and gorgeous and incredible. And you were just … you. A 23-year-old girl with no dating experience whatsoever and riddled with anxiety.

“Ready to go, min kjærlighet?” Ingrid asked, her voice soft. She reached out her hand, a smile gracing her features in a way that made your heart skip a beat. You hesitated for just a fraction of a second, feeling that familiar flutter in your stomach before sliding your hand into hers. You still hadn’t quite worked out whether it was love or anxiety that made the butterflies appear. You couldn’t help but smile shyly back at her, your fingers tightening around hers

“Training was good today,” you mumbled as you made your way down the corridor. The late afternoon sun was sinking lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the car park, but all you could focus on was the sensation of her thumb gently stroking the back of your hand as you walked.

“You were good today,” Ingrid corrected, her voice tinged with a mix of pride and teasing. You glanced up at her, catching the glint of amusement in her eyes. She meant it, though. You had had a solid session, one of your best in recent memory. You’d pushed yourself hard, perhaps a little harder than usual, and there was no denying that having Ingrid as your partner for drills had lit a fire in you. You’d wanted to show off a bit, to impress her in that unspoken way that went beyond words. Was it silly? Maybe. But you couldn’t help it; you always wanted to be your best when she was watching.

“Only for you,” you murmured under your breath, almost without thinking, the confession slipping out before you could stop it.

“Huh?” Ingrid glanced over, her brow furrowing slightly in confusion. “What did you say?”

You felt your cheeks flush instantly, a wave of heat spreading across your face. Shit, shit, shit. Why did you had to be so stupid? You bit your lip, trying to find the right words as you stared down at your feet. “I, um…” You could feel the embarrassment rising, your voice faltering as you blurted out, “I wanted to do well… for you.”

It took all your courage to glance up at her, waiting to see her reaction. For a moment, there was silence. Then, a warm, gentle laugh bubbled up from Ingrid’s chest. “Oh, kjære,” She used your intertwined hands to pull you closer, wrapping her arm around your shoulders as you walked. The closeness made your heart flutter even more, and you felt the warmth of her body against yours.

“You did so well,” she said, her voice sincere. “I’m so proud of you, my love.” She leaned down, her lips brushing softly against the tip of your nose in a tender kiss. It was such a small, sweet gesture, but it made your chest swell with happiness. You couldn’t help but smile up at her, feeling the love radiating off her.

You sighed softly, cuddling into Ingrid as you laid on top of her. Her arm, strong yet gentle, wrapped protectively around your waist, pulling you a little closer. Her fingers danced playfully along the waistband of your shorts, teasing the skin just beneath, sending a shiver through you. The soft rustle of fabric as you shifted slightly seemed to echo in the quiet, the sound from some random Spanish show a distant hum.

You lifted your head, coming face to face with those gorgeous green eyes. She looked so effortlessly beautiful, the kind of beauty that seemed completely unaware of itself. Her hair, still slightly damp from the shower, splayed across the arm of the sofa. You could hardly tear your eyes away. The way her long lashes fluttered ever so slightly as she blinked. You swallowed, eyes still roaming her face.

You had never felt this way before. You had heard about it, read about it in books or seen in films. But you had never experienced it. What if she didn’t feel the same? Or you loved her in the wrong way? You didn’t want to mess this up. What if she wanted someone else? Someone more versed in loving someone? Someone who has actually made it into another person’s bedroom before.

“I can feel you staring, kjære,” she teased.

“S-sorry.” You blushed, eyes flitting away, only to track back to her a moment later. A smirk played on her lips, the amusement in her eyes impossible to miss. You hadn’t meant to be caught, lost as you were in admiration, and now your cheeks burned under her knowing gaze. You blinked. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, baby,” Ingrid smiled ruefully. “I like when you stare at me.” Her fingers continued to dance along the waistband of your shorts as she pretended not to notice the 23 on the leg. “Besides,” she continued, “I stare at you … all the time.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “You do?” you asked, genuinely shocked.

“Oh yeah,” she replied, her voice dropping into a teasing murmur as her hands found a comfortable spot on your hips. “All the time. At training, I try to be more subtle about it, but Frido has a knack for catching me.” She chuckled. “But I can’t help it, you look so goddamn good in the gym. When you flex and huff and puff…” she trailed off, her words hanging in the air as her eyes fluttered closed, clearly savouring the mental image.

You wrinkled your nose slightly. She thought you were attractive when you were hot and sweaty from the gym?

Her eyes opened, catching the look on your face, and a mischievous grin spread across her lips. “Makes me think of… other… things,” she added, her voice thick with suggestion.

“Oh.” You blinked at her, another blush rising to your cheeks.

“Yeah, oh.” She laughed, squeezing your waist.

No one had ever thought of you like that. At least, you were never aware of it. While other teens had been dating, exploring, and figuring things out, you had been busy trying to make sense of your own identity, questioning your sexuality and understanding yourself in ways that seemed more important at the time. By the time you finally felt settled in who you were, it felt like everyone had already passed you by, and some people even made you feel like an outsider for not having done the same things they had.

“You’re really sexy, kjære. Especially when we’ve been outside … and it’s hot … and one of the coaches gives you a wet towel … and you lift your top up to rub at your face.” Her eyes danced between yours and your lips.

“I-I didn’t … I didn’t realise.” You whispered, incredulous that she found you attractive.

“And that’s what makes it even better.” She mumbled, her eyes purely trained on your lips now. Her words hit you like a wave, and you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks again. You bit your lip, trying to suppress the blush that was rapidly spreading across your face. It wasn’t often that you were complimented so directly, so openly, and certainly not in such an open way.

Your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, you didn’t know how to respond. “Can I kiss you or not, baby?” She asked before you could do anything.

You surged forwards, pressing your lips onto hers with almost embarrassing speed. One hand stayed on your hip, the other moving to cup your jaw as she licked into your mouth. She hummed quietly, her body shifting under you.

Your heart stuttered as she deepened the kiss, your mind going crazy. Did she want sex? Did she want sex with you? Did she want sex with you now? You were fairly sure you were ready. You think. No one had ever told you how you would know you were ready. Just that it would be obvious when you were.

Her hand trailed lower, resting over the swell of your arse as you shifted your hips.

You broke apart, breathless and dazed. “Ingrid,” you breathed. You mind still reeling.

“Yeah,” she gasped.

“I …” How did you word this? Sorry Ingrid, no one has ever touched me in more than a platonic way before and now I’m freaking out. It’s not you, it’s me. I’m a twenty-three year old virgin who has only ever had drunk kisses at a club and I think I want to go further with you but I don’t know and now I’m panicking.

“What is it, kjære?” She asked more urgently this time.

“I’veneverdoneanythingbeyondkissingsomeoneandIwanttogofurtherwithyoubutI’mreallynervousaboutitpleasedon’thateme” you rushed out.

She blinked at you. You felt the anxiety rise in your chest. You couldn’t do this. Not with her. She was perfect and wonder and fantastic and brilliant and you … what were you thinking? What was she thinking?

You pushed yourself off her like you were burning her, settling yourself back against the far side of the couch.

“Baby?” she asked, shocked at your actions. Your chest was tight, your breaths coming out in stuttering gasps. She sat up, moving to sit cross-legged in front of you. “Breathe, my love. Breathe for me.” Breathe. You could do that. You could breathe. You had done it all your life. “Good girl, sweetheart.” She soothed, her hand resting against your thigh as she drew slow circles. Your heart fluttered at her words.

“Can you say what you said again? Slowly, this time.” Ingrid asked when you finally had normal breathing again.

“I …” you swallowed. “I’ve never done anything more than kissing,” you whispered.

“Okay,” she said slowly.

“No, Ingrid, I don’t think you’re getting it. I’m never done anything before,” you tried.

“Okay,” she said again, patience filling her voice.

“Ingrid, I’m a virgin. Capital V I R G I N, virgin. I’ve never had sex before, ever.” You huffed, confused as to what she wasn’t grasping. Ingrid smiled, letting out an amused huff. “It’s not funny.” You were shocked that she would laugh at you.

“No, no, no. I’m not … I’m not laughing, baby. I promise you. I would never laugh at you, never about that.” She rose up on her knees a little, one hand guiding you to look at her. “It doesn’t bother me.” She spoke carefully, trying to get her meaning across to you.

“Don’t lie, Ingrid.”

“I’m not,” she said indignantly.

“How can it not bother you?” You asked, genuinely shocked that she didn’t mind.

“It’s not a big deal … no, wait, that came out wrong. I don’t care about if you’ve had sex before. I don’t care if you’ve been with a million girls before. I only care about you, right now, in this moment. I love you, sweetheart.” She said earnestly.

“How can it not be a big deal though? When I told other people, they laughed at me. Cata laughed, so did Pina and Jana.” You blushed in embarrassment and hurt. It had stung when they had laughed at your confession during a tipsy round of Never Have I Ever.

“And I will shout at them tomorrow.” Ingrid promised, anger flaring at the idea of them laughing at something so personal. “But right now, I am purely focused on you. Can you tell me what’s going on in your head?” Ingrid asked, pulling you to her.

You went willingly, settling down on her lap as she traced calming patterns on the skin of your exposed lower back, her hands staying away from your shorts. “You are you and I’m just … me.” You shrugged.

“You’re just you?” Ingrid sounded confused.

“Yeah, ya know. You’re you” you paused for emphasis. “And I’m just me.”

“If you mean ‘just you’ as being shorthand for the sweetest, kindest, most gentlest soul I have ever met and now have the privilege of loving, that I get what you mean. If you mean anything else, then I don’t.” She said emphatically, shocked at how self-deprecating you were.

“Ingrid,” you sighed.

“Baby,” she matched your tone.

“Stop it.” You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped your lips.

“There it is, that beautiful smile.” Ingrid joined in your laugh, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Honestly, baby, it does not bother me if you’ve had sex or not.”

You swallowed hard, gathering the courage you needed to say the words that had been pressing at the back of your mind for so long. “I’ve… I’ve not done anything before,” you finally confessed, feeling a little stupid at your repetition.

Ingrid’s expression remained steady, her eyes filled with that familiar warmth, and the soft smile that always made you feel safe still danced on her lips. She didn’t flinch or waver. “Okay,” she said, her voice gentle and patient as she brushed a few strands of loose hair off your face.

“I’ve not done anything before, but I want to,” you added, your voice soft. “I think.”

Ingrid didn’t blink. “Okay,” she repeated with the same softness, her voice steady.

You felt the need to clarify, to make sure she truly understood. “I’ve not done anything before, but I want to… with you.” Your voice trembled slightly on the last words.

“Oh,” she breathed, her lips parting as she processed what you had said. The pause stretched for a heartbeat, just long enough for your mind to start spinning, doubt creeping in.

“Is that wrong?” you asked, your voice small, suddenly unsure. The silence made your stomach twist with anxiety. Had you said too much? Had you made a mistake? Stupid, stupid, stupid.

But before you could tumble too far into your worries, Ingrid’s eyes softened even more – if that was possible – and her grip on you tightened ever so slightly. She pulled you in just a little closer, her hand still cradling your face, thumb gently stroking your cheek. “No,” she whispered. “No, it’s not wrong. It’s not wrong at all.”

Relief washed over you in waves, your body sagging just a little into her touch. Ingrid’s smile returned, a tender one this time, full of understanding and care. “I just wasn’t expecting that,” she admitted, her tone light yet sincere. “I mean, I’m… honoured, really, that you want that with me.” Her words were slow and thoughtful.

You looked up at her, searching her eyes for any trace of doubt or hesitation, but all you saw was affection. She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, the touch sending warmth radiating through your chest. “We’ll go at your pace, okay? Whatever you want, whatever you feel ready for, I’m here. And if you need time, that’s okay too. I’m not going anywhere.”

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes at the softness in her voice, the absolute care she took with your heart in that moment. You nodded, feeling the knot of anxiety in your chest begin to unravel. “Thank you,” you whispered, barely able to trust your voice. Ingrid’s smile grew, her hand still resting on your cheek, thumb continuing to trace soothing circles. “You don’t have to thank me, baby. This is about you … about us. I want you to feel safe and comfortable. That’s what matters most to me.”

"I do," you murmured, "I feel safe with you."

Ingrid beamed, the pride and love in her eyes unmistakable. "Good," she whispered, leaning in to brush a soft kiss across your lips. "That’s how it should be."

"I… I don’t… not today," you mumbled, glancing down as your fingers fidgeted nervously in your lap.

Ingrid’s soft chuckle broke the tension, and you glanced up to see the warm amusement in her eyes. “I wasn’t expecting anything,” she said with a quiet laugh, her voice soothing as it always was. Her hand came to rest on your thigh, the touch comforting but not insistent. “Believe me, kjære, I want you. So much. But I mean it when I say, we’re taking this at your pace.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding, the knot of anxiety loosening. “Just let me know when you want to,” she continued. “If you ever want to … I love you. You know that, right?” Your heart soared.

“I love you too, Ingrid,” you whispered back. “And yeah… I’ll let you know.” A wave of embarrassment washed over you again, and you ducked your head, feeling your cheeks heat up. Without thinking, you leaned forward, resting your head against her collarbone Ingrid’s arms wrapped around you, holding you gently.

She lowered her head, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear as she whispered, “Jeg elsker deg.” The softness of her voice sent shivers down your spine, and her breath, warm against your skin, made your heart beat a little faster.

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woso-dreamzzz · 4 months ago

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Flirts: Christmas

Mapi León x Ingrid Engen x Reader

Summary: Christmas in the Flirts Universe

"Hey, you," Mapi says," You're home early. I thought you were going to go see Patri."

You just stick your thumb up at her from your position face down on the sofa.

"Come on," Mapi laughs," Up you get. I want a cuddle."

You roll over, lifting your legs briefly to invite Mapi into the space.

"Not even a proper cuddle?" She jokes," Is that what I'm worth to you? Your legs?"

You groan dramatically as she pulls you up, arms wrapping around your body until her head is pillowed on your chest and your fingers are gently carding through her hair.

You don't want to admit it out loud but you need this hug too.

"When's Ingrid home?"

"She's still at that photoshoot," Mapi complains," Sometimes, I wish she wasn't so pretty so she's at home more with us. I don't need photographers trying to steal our girlfriend."

"Funny," You say," I'm sure she thinks the same about the girls that try to chat you up at the bar."

Mapi winks. "And those first time pet owners who just fall at your feet during check ups."

You roll your eyes in mirth. "Well, after the attack you two did to my neck last week, I'm sure all competition has been scared off."

Mapi grins, eyes narrowed as she stares at your neck. The hickeys have all faded now but she can still imagine exactly where they went on your skin - one of her and Ingrid's greatest artworks.

"Are you sure?" Mapi's fingers brush your thigh. "I mean, how can we be sure? Competition can come back."

You give her a look, brows raised pointedly as she nibbles at your neck. "I can't go back into work with my neck uncovered. I'll have to cover it with a scarf."

"it's winter. You should be wearing a scarf anyway. This just gives you a good excuse!"

She pushes you flat on your back, straddling your hips as her mouth reattaches to the sensitive skin on your neck.

That's how Ingrid finds you, thought with less clothing, as she steps through the door.

"You two can't wait for me?" She teases as she hangs up her coat and takes off her boots. "Having all the fun without me?"

Mapi barely pulls away from you, still close enough to feel her breath on your lips, as she responds," You know you're always welcome to join."

"Hmm...I don't think that sofa will fit all three of us, not in the ways I want you two in anyway. Come. We'll take this to bed."

It's hours later when you finally, properly, separate from your lovers, head pillowed on Ingrid's bare chest as she draws absentminded swirls on your arm with her fingertips.

The light glow of the fake Christmas tree in the corner of the room is the only thing illuminating the walls. The light bounces along the curves and angles of Mapi and Ingrid's faces, bathing them in ethereal light so much that you just can't help but stare.

It's so calm and so beautiful that you find yourself relaxing, all tension melting from your bones before you check your phone and the illusion is shattered.

"What is it?" Ingrid asks, feeling your muscles tense against your own.

"It's nothing," You say quickly - too quickly for Ingrid's liking.

"You can tell us," She coaxes gently," What's wrong? We'll help you fix it."

"Unless you're going to be able to fix years worth of parental disappointment..." You say bitterly before sighing," No, it's nothing. I promise. Don't worry about it. Ignore me."

Mapi lifts her head up from where it was resting on Ingrid's shoulder. "You're not looking forward to going home for Christmas?"

"I...I don't know," You admit," Christmas isn't...I mean...I don't know. Patri wants me to come home with her but..." You press your face into Ingrid's skin. "I'm sick of arguing with her about it."

"You're arguing with Patri?" Ingrid asks," I don't think you've ever said that before."

"Every Christmas." You grind out the words. "I was smart enough for medical school, you know. I could have gotten in. I think that's what everyone expected of me."

"But you wanted to be a vet instead?" Mapi's hand captures one of your own, lacing your fingers together tightly and squeezing.

"I don't think my parents ever really got over it. I don't think Patri's parents really got over it either. A footballer and a doctor. It's every family's dream."

Ingrid frowns though you can't see it from the way you've buried your face in her chest.

"Your parents don't deserve you," She says simply," And Patri shouldn't make you go home with her if you don't want to."

"What else am I meant to do?"

"Come with us," Mapi says," I know you said no when we first asked but that's when you were planning on seeing your family. Come to Norway with us. We'll spend Christmas together."

"I don't want to intrude-"

"You won't be," Ingrid cuts in," You're a part of this relationship and if you're not going home then you shouldn't spend Christmas alone. We don't have to go to Norway. We can stay here. Together."

"I can't ask that of you."

"You're not asking. We're offering."

"And your parents won't mind one extra?"

"Ingrid's parents have been trying to meet you for months now," Mapi says," And you can finally meet Hector!"

Ingrid laughs. "My parents might make you give him a check up though. He's going deaf, we think."

"Really, I don't have to-"

"We want you there," Mapi insists," If you'll let us take you."

You smile, leaning over Ingrid to kiss Mapi gently before moving back to do the same with Ingrid.

"I'd love to come to Norway with you both."

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pitchsidestories · 4 months ago

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the wish II Ingrid Engen x Mapi León x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 1340

summary: Mapi and Ingrid are looking for a special gift to give it reader for Christmas. requested

author's note: dear readers, we hope @briggtea and you all will enjoy the wholesome oneshot. 💜💜

You smiled when you saw the sign on the door that said they were filming for a social media post outside on the pitch. Those videos were always a lot of fun. You never knew what the question of the day would be when you walked out to training, it kept you on your toes.

You opened the door curiously, excited to answer whatever the social media department came up with.

“Bon dia, girls. I’ve a question for you. What was your favourite football shirt as a child?”

The question made your face light up immediately. Childhood memories of yourself watching hours upon hours of football flooded your brain. You wanted to be exactly like your idols, so you begged for their shirts for birthdays and Christmases every year.

Mapi who walked out in front of you didn’t hesitate and winked at the camera: “Puyol for me.“

“Any Barcelona one for me too.“, Ellie replied politely before turning towards you, “What about you, y/n?”

You thought about it for a moment, trying to find the perfect answer: “I’m afraid I don’t really have a favourite but there was one I always wanted and never got.“

“Tell us.“, Ellie demanded with a big grin.

“But that wasn’t the point of the question, was it?”, you smirked.

“Doesn’t matter, keep going.“, directed the social media manager.

You shrugged and finally revealed: “I always wanted a Marta jersey.“

As you were about to continue to walk towards the pitch, Ingrid appeared by your side. She studied your side profile with watchful eyes: “Was there a special reason? I mean to why you didn’t get it?”

You shook your head: “No, I just never got it.“

A plain and simple explanation now but when you were young, you were heartbroken about the fact. You adored everything the Brazilian did, from her skills to the way she spoke about women’s football.

She was so good that she was even recognised by male football players at a time when the sport was still target of a lot of ridicule. For you, she was the greatest football player ever back then. In fact, you still looked up to her today.

“That’s sad. Alexia, Caro, Ona? What were your favourite shirts growing up?”, the social media manager moved on to the next players that left the dressing room.

“Mine was Messi!”, Vicky yelled from behind them to which Alexia only rolled her eyes.

“Messi, of course. I loved my Ronaldinho one.“, the captain with a nostalgic smile on her lips.

Vicky frowned at her: “Who?”

“You don’t know who Ronaldinho is?!”, Alexia and you synchronously asked with dismay.

“Just kidding.“, the young player laughed.

You shook your head about her: “Can’t believe you’d joke about something like that!”

“I know. That’s why I had to.“, she smirked back.

“You’ll get that back.”, Alexia warned her with a mischievous twinkle in her hazel eyes. The captain already busy thinking about what she could do to return the joke.

While your team warmed up, Mapi bumped her arm softly into your girlfriend’s side to receive her attention. “You know what, Ingrid?”

“What?”, the Norwegian frowned.

“I think I’ve the perfect idea for y/n’s Christmas present this year.”, the older defender told her proudly.

Mid exercise Ingrid stopped moving, eagerly waiting for her lover to continue: “Tell me.”

“A Brazil Marta jersey.”, Mapi whispered because you were nearby, but luckily too focused on the training to hear what they were saying.

The taller woman’s face lit up in delight at the Spaniard’s suggestion: “That’s a great idea. I’m sure we can get her an original one even and she’ll love it.”

“I hope so.”, the heavily tattooed defender replied optimistically.

The weeks before Christmas were hectic, but at times beautiful, for example, when you strolled with the Barcelona team around Gamla stan, Stockholm’s old town which was prettily decorated for the festive season.

During the walk Mapi couldn’t stop taking photos of her surroundings including Ingrid and you. Memories forever captured on camera film.

The Christmas days the three of you spend in Norway, close to Ingrid’s family, the New Years Eve you all would be back in Spain to celebrate the arrival of 2025 with your friends.

For a moment you looked at the window, watching the snowflakes dance in front of it. Your girlfriends and you already had a delicious evening dinner.

Now it was the time to unpack the presents which lay underneath the Christmas tree. All three of you were filled with giddy excitement and couldn’t wait to see the reaction of your loves when they’d open what you gifted them.

“Okay, who’s starting to unpack the first present.”, you clapped excitedly into your hands.

A bright grin was formed on Mapi’s lips as she volunteered, she was fully covered in the warmest blanket to keep herself warm: “I’ll start.”

“This is from y/n and me.”, Ingrid explained solemnly handing her the beautifully and careful wrapped box.

Once the Spaniard glanced into the insides, she glanced up in awe. “You girls are the cutest. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. We spotted this and immediately thought that’s so Maria.”, you hummed.

In a pleasant tone the Norwegian added: “And we know you love everything coffee related.”

Both of you knew that the older defenders love for coffee ran so deep she even got it permanently inked to her skin. On a rare free day, you three loved to spend your time in trying out new coffeeshops.

“I’ll be on coffee duty tomorrow morning to try this out.”, Mapi decided cheerfully.

“We hoped you’d say that.”, you chuckled.

“Of course, you two did.”, she smiled amusedly.

Clearing your throat you quickly changed the topic:” Ingrid, you’re next.”

The Norwegian started to unwrap her present patiently, folding the paper neatly until it revealed a dainty golden necklace.

“Oh my god, girls. You didn’t need to. Thank you so much.“

“You’re welcome, amor.“, Mapi said softly as she helped her put the necklace on.

“You deserve it.“, you agreed.

“I really appreciate it.“, Ingrid beamed.

You both leaned over to simultaneously press kisses to her cheeks which made Ingrid immediately turn red.

“So I guess it’s my turn now.“, you finally said, pulling the only gift left under the tree into your lap.

Mapi nodded with excitement: “Yes, open it!”

You could feel your breath hitch when you saw a sliver of yellow fabric peaking out from the wrapping paper. It couldn’t be. There was no way.

“It’s a Marta jersey!”, you finally confirmed delighted, holding up the Brazil shirt.

Ingrid nodded, pointing at the back with your idols name and number on it: “It’s even signed.“

“No way!”

“Do you like it?”, Mapi asked impatiently.

You shook your head, lost for words. The little girl inside of you was jumping with joy and you suddenly felt emotional for her. “No. I love it. You know when we were kids, we only had male role models and Marta was the first female one for me…“

“And now you finally have her shirt.“, Ingrid concluded.

“Thank you so much. This might be the most thoughtful present I’ve ever received.“, you said as you blinked away the upcoming tears.

“Admittedly we had some help with it.“, Mapi laughed lightheartedly.

“From our fellow football friends?”, you asked.

Ingrid nodded: “Special thanks to Geyse.“

“And our social media team for asking you that question.“, Mapi added.

You couldn’t help yourself, you had to slip the shirt over your Christmas sweater. You pulled your two girlfriends into a tight hug: “Thank you, sweethearts. This might be one of my favourite gifts ever.“

“We’re glad you like it.“, Mapi smiled and gently kissed you forehead. “Look, it started to snow again!”

“This is beautiful.“, you said while staring out the window where big snowflakes fell, starting to cover Ingrids hometown in a layer of white.

Ingrid pulled you and Mapi in towards her as you stood there and watched on: “It truly couldn’t be anymore perfect than this.“

Christmas/Winter Oneshots

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wosospacegirl · 2 months ago

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Ice skater reader × Ingrid please?

Ice - Ingrid Engen

Summary: Y/n teaches ice skating to kids, and they have a blast teasing Ingrid because she can’t skate to save her life.

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“I’m not going,” Ingrid said, fixing herself a cup of coffee. “I already told you a million times.”

It was a warm Saturday morning in Barcelona, and Ingrid had only two things on her planner: Nap on the couch with their cat Luizito and watch some rom-coms all afternoon.

Y/n, on the other hand, had different plans in mind.

Y/n was an ice skater–like an Olympic champion– ice skater. She was a professional athlete and competed for Spain since she was a teen. She still competed, but had a professional side hustle as well.

She taught ice skating to kids in a rink during some days of the week, Saturday being one of them.

A few years ago, if you asked Y/n what her dream was, she would say winning a gold medal at the Olympics. Now, a few years later, her dream changed a bit. It still involved ice skating, but the main focus was teaching Ingrid Engen to ice skate.

“Please, baby?” Y/n begged.

“No.”

“Pretty, please?”

“I don’t like walking on ice!” Ingrid said, putting her cup of coffee down. “It’s not natural for us humans to walk on ice.”

“Of course it’s natural!” Y/n said, sitting on the counter beside Ingrid. “Have you ever heard of the Bering Strait and the colonization of the American continent?”

“Is this one more of those random facts kids learn in school and tell you?” Ingrid asked, lifting her eyebrows.

“Yep! Clara is learning about the movements of the human species so I’m learning about it as well.” Y/n said proudly, she always loved when her students talked to her about the most random things.

“You’re cute,” Ingrid said, planting a kiss on Y/n’s nose. “But I’m still not going.”

Y/n's face dropped.

“But the kids want to meet you!” Y/n said, a pout on her face. “They all think my girlfriend is fake because you never show up at the rink!”

“Tell them to come to Barcelona's game and I’ll be more than happy to show you have a real girlfriend,” Ingrid winked.

“But–”

“No more buts, end of discussion, Y/n.”

“Hola, nens!” [Hi, kids!] Y/n said enthusiastically at the group of children standing in front of her. “As promised, I brought someone very special to me today.” Y/n pointed at Ingrid, who smiled and waved shyly at the kids.

She absolutely didn’t want to be there, but she wasn’t going to be a grinch to the children.

Y/n slightly nudged Ingrid with her elbow. “Introduce yourself,” Y/n whispered.

Ingrid took an awkward step forward. “Hi, nens,” she said, using the same Catalan word. “I’m Ingrid and I play for–”

“Do you ice skate?” one blonde kid asked, his arms crossed.

“Hm, no,” Ingrid said, not enjoying the judgmental eyes of the kids. “But I play football, I'm good at it.”

“But Prof Y/n ice skates, how come you don't?” said a girl in glasses.

“Well, Clara and Juan,” Y/n said, smiling nervously and wrapping an arm around Ingrid. “The same way Ingrid plays football and I don’t.”

“Aren’t you Swedish, though?” said the girl Ingrid believed to be Clara.

“Nope, I’m Norwegian,” she explained, fidgeting slightly with her hands.

“But they have ice and snow in Norway,” said a girl in braids, the smallest one in the group. “We’re Spanish and we know how to ice skate, it's a shame you don’t.”

Ingrid was starting to get a little bit irritated with Y/n’s kids. Y/n hadn’t told her they were so judgmental of others' lack of skill.

“María is right,” said a boy. “You are here to learn with us, right? I’d be embarrassed if I were you… It’s like if we all got put into the babies' class.”

“Exactly!” agreed María.

“I would be very sad!” said Juan.

The kids stood there, talking about Ingrid and how they would rather die than be in her shoes right now.

“Everyone quiet!” Y/n said more loudly, catching the kids' attention.

In a few seconds, they were all silent.

“Are we being kind with our words today?” Y/n asked, crossing her arms. “Are we welcoming our new friend, Ingrid?”

The kids all looked down.

“No, Miss Y/n,” they said in unison, a sad pout on each of their faces for being lectured.

“So what are we going to say to Ingrid?” Y/n asked sternly.

“Disculpi'ns, senyoreta Ingrid.” [We're sorry, Miss Ingrid.] The kids really looked sorry; it made Ingrid’s heart ache.

“It’s okay, baby,” Ingrid whispered to Y/n. “They’re just kids, they don’t mean it.”

“They need to learn to be nice,” Y/n whispered back, eyes glued on the kids. “They can’t bully you.”

“They weren’t bullying me!” Ingrid huffed, as if she was going to allow herself to be picked on by a bunch of kids who were in diapers five years ago.

“Yes, baby, they were,” Y/n said softly, as if disclosing a secret. “They were being mean to me.”

Ingrid opened her mouth to speak, but Y/n was faster.

“I want everybody to do penguin walks, now,” Y/n said, using her sergeant's voice.

The kids whined. A lot.

“Penguin walks no, miss Y/n!” Clara asked, holding her hands as if begging.

“Now,” was Y/n response, pointing at the ring. “And I hope you guys treat someone who doesn’t know how to skate kindly next time.”

When all the kids got to the ring, Y/n sat on the bench with Imgrid, watching the mini athlete shuffling across the ring taking small steps while keeping their arms close to their body.

“Hm, is this some kind of silly punishment or–” Ingrid asked, confused. The kids really did look like little penguins.

“It’s supposed to help with core balance and edge control,” Y/n chuckled. “But I want them to struggle a bit, they’re getting more advanced each day, need to keep’em humble.”

“I’m glad you aren't Barcelona’s coach,” Ingrid said. “Didn’t expect you to be the sargent type.”

“It made me of us,” Ingrid said, smiling. “Can you picture us having a few little ones? You teach them ice skating, I teach them football, and at the end we argue about what country they’re gonna represent?”

“I’m only stern when I need to be,” Y/n said, leaning back and wrapping an arm around Ingrid’s shoulder. “They can be a handful sometimes.”

Y/n chuckled. “You know, I'd like that very much.”

Y/n leaning and gently kissed Ingrid on their lips.

“Ewww, Miss Y/n!” The kids all said, a disgusting expression on their face.

Y/n quickly sat back again, a slight blush on her face.

“If you guys were focusing on your training you wouldn't have to see that!” Y/n said, trying to hide her flushness. “Go on,” She clapped. “Back to the penguins walks, or else we’ll be doing Spin until you re dizzy.”

The kids had a scared look on their face and quickly got back to the training.

“Spin until you’re dizzy?” Ingrid said worriedly. “What on earth are you teaching these kids?”

“To mind their own business,” Y/n rolled her eyes. “And to be a future olympic champion or something like that.”

“You’re mean,” Ingrid whispered.

“A bit, yeah.” Y/n agreed, blowing Ingrid a kiss. “But I won’t be mean to you when you get on ice, pink promise.”

“I’m not going on the ice,” Ingrid said seriously.

“Yes you are,” Y/n said,

“Nope!”

Ingrid indeed got on the ice.

She was bullied by the little Spanish kids.

The kids had to do ‘Spin until you’re dizzy’.

Ingrid happily watched it.

Notes: Please like, share and let me know what you think! Feedback is important and makes me want to write even more. :D

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enmi-land · 7 months ago

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ⓘ MiLA AND HER FAVOURiTE OPPA . . .

(˶ˆᗜˆ˵) FANMADE ViDEO. #2O24. ꗃ PREViEW A compilation of Mila being babygirl for Jay.

CLIP 1, INTERVIEW

for context: mila and kiara were asked who they thought the most manly member is in the group

“Uhhh, I don’t know about that.” Kiara laughs awkwardly at the idea. “I’m older than almost all of them, and I grew up with Heeseung since we were kids, so it’s hard to say. I don’t really… you know?”

“Ah, fair enough. They’re kind of like younger brothers, right? That would be awkward.” The interview nods in understanding when Kiara confirms. “In that case, what about Mila? Maybe not for the younger members, but you must have thought about your oppas, right?”

“Well…” Mila laughs shyly as her members all turn to face her. “They all have their charms. But when I think of the word ‘masculine,’ the first person I think of is none other than my Jay-oppa.”

The interviewer is surprised when Engenes watching the interview live start to scream at the top of their lungs. “Oooooh! I see—Jay seems very happy about this.”

The focus is now on Jay, who is smiling widely beside Mila while she hides her face behind her hand in embarrassment.

me and the ghost in my room: [*Theo slapping Keeho on the shoulder*]

“Now I’m curious. What makes you pick Jay, of all the members?”

“Well,” Mila says shyly, avoiding Jay’s gaze as he stares softly at her. “Ever since we met, he’s taken very good care of me—not that the other members don’t, but sometimes we have those times where we tease each other and all of that stuff. You know?”

The interviewer nods. “You like to play around, yes? Close friends who tease each other.”

Mila nods strongly. “Exactly like that! Jay-oppa isn’t like that, though. He’s a real gentleman. He’s always very gentle, and soft-spoken, and patient. He’s like the type of person people want their daughters to marry...”

And then Mila proceeds to hide her face behind Jay as Engenes go wild over their interaction. All the while, Jay can’t help the absolutely whipped look on his face as he smiles like an idiot.

[*Close up of Jay*] [“Boy who got you smiling like that?”]

CLIP 2, COMPILATION

to give you an idea of mila’s favouritism, let’s see the difference between mila with each of the 02z mila with jakehoon:

K-NEXT DOOR

“I was watching some of your clips, and I noticed something interesting,” Jonathan says. “Mila, you’re a 03-liner, right?”

Mila blinks. “Yes, that’s right.”

Jonathan turns to Jake. “Jake, you’re a 02-liner.”

Jake nods.

“In that case… Mila—why don’t you call Jake ‘oppa’?”

Mila bursts out laughing as if she’s just heard the funniest thing in her life, before she composes herself and turns to Jonathan. “Well, for one, we’re both foreigners and speak English when we’re alone. I got used to calling him by name, so it feels weird to call him oppa. And for another, it feels weird to call him my oppa when he doesn’t act like one.”

Jake looks at Mila in absolute shock as Jonathan’s jaw drops. Heeseung and Jungwon giggle among themselves, and Jake nods solemnly at the camera with his lips pressed into a thin line.

[*Close up of Jake with raining overlay*] [“Gwenchana, gwenchana, daeng daeng daeng daeng daeng.”]

WEVERSE LIVE

“The other day, I realised that I’m only three months younger than Sunghoonie-oppa,” Mila says all of a sudden. “Isn’t that so weird? I might as well be his friend, but he’s still considered my elder because he’s born in 2002. It’s so unfair…”

Mila pouts as she reads comments. “‘Just don’t call him ‘oppa’?” Mila laughs. “Right. I should just call him ‘Sunghoon-ssi’ from now on, haha. Or ‘Sunghoon-hyung.’ Can you imagine his expression? It would be funny…”

Mila bursts out laughing as she reads a comment.

“‘Just call him Sunghoon’? Yahhh, you’re trying to get me in trouble.” Mila looks thoughtful for a second after she says this. “But then again, I don’t really care if it’s Sunghoonie-oppa. He can just be mad at me, for all I care.”

She leans towards the camera with a cheeky smile.

“Should I do it, everyone?”

spoiler alert: she does it [*Compilation of Mila saying ‘Sunghoon-ssi’*]

[*Close up of Sunghoon’s reactions*] [“I never found you funny, I never found you entertaining—”]

[*Spongebob Narration* ‘Meanwhile’*] mila with jay:

EN-LOG

Mila is in the middle of eating at a restaurant when she receives a call. She looks at her phone to see who it is, and lights up when she sees the contact. She gasps excitedly. “Everyone, it's Jay-oppa!”

She shows her phone to the screen to see the contact which she saved him under: ‘the bestest oppa 😇’

(This is before they even date, mind you.)

[*Close up of Mila’s phone*] “THE BESTEST OPPA” 🤭✨

[*Cardi B squinting* “That’s suspicious, that’s weird.”]

She picks up the call and holds it to hear ear. In a cutesy voice that is out of character for Mila, she leans back in her chair and smiles, completely forgoing her food. “Hello?”

“What are you doing?” Jay asks.

“I’m just having lunch now.” Mila reaches up to twirl a strand of hair around her finger. “How about Oppa?”

mila whenever jay: [*Nayeon tucking her hair behind her ear*]

Jay hums. “That’s good. I came across a new chocolate store just now. I’m going to take a look now. Do you want me to buy you anything?”

[EN-Log captions: ‘Jay-oppa is too good to me ❤️’]

And from there, the two have a sweet phone call, with Mila looking like a giddy teenage girl as she talks.

“Mmm, okay,” Mila says as they reach the end of their call, but not without a pout. “I’ll let you go, then.”

“Get back home safely, okay? Call if you need anything.” Jay’s voice is soft, and Mila is smiling as she assures him that she will do as he says. “You hang up first.”

[EN-Log captions: ‘Jay-oppa, why are you so sweet to me? I’ll cry :(’]

Mila giggles. “Okay, okay. Bye bye~” She still smiles at her phone, even after she hangs up. She then turns to the camera and smiles. “Everyone, isn't my Jay-oppa the sweetest?”

“MY JAY-OPPA” 😫

jakehoon watching this: [“I just wanna be appreciated! I wanna be appreciated!”]

CLIP 3, WEVERSE LIVE

“‘Jay, will you marry me’?!”

[*Boom*]

Mila is flabbergasted after she reads out the comment, and looks up at the camera with a look of absolute incredulous indignation. Jay simply laughs at her expression. “Why, why? What’s with your expression?”

“No!” Mila says with a huff. “You can’t marry him!”

Jay looks amused as Mila glares at the camera, trying to intimidate. “Shouldn’t I have a say?”

“You can’t.” Mila latches onto his arm, resting her cheek on his shoulder. “There’s only one Jay-oppa in the world, everyone else can go find their own.”

[“Hold up! Wait a minute! Something’s not right!”][*Mirage effect*]

mila when engenes ask to marry ni-ki [*Mila saying, “Haha. Good luck with that. He’s a lot to handle.”*]

mila now: [*Mirage effect*]

“But you have to share with Engenes,” Jay says amusedly.

Mila turns to him with a pout and a signature pair of babydoll eyes that she always seems to wear around him—and which he’ll always fold to. “Tell them to ask someone else.”

🤨 [*Dwayne Johnson raising an eyebrow*]

Jay simply chuckles and turns to the camera. “Sorry, I can’t get married to you because our Mila doesn’t approve. You have to ask someone else to be your husband.” He looks back down at Mila. “Happy?”

Mila nods. She then proceeds to continue clinging onto his arm for the rest of the live, resting her cheek on his shoulder as she looks at her with a gaze that could melt butter.

🦋🦋🦋

CLIP 4, COMPILATION

This is basically just Mila getting shy and avoiding Jay’s gaze whenever she makes eye contact with him. It’s like she physically can’t handle looking into his eyes or she’ll be sucked into a vacuum.

mila when jay looks at her: [“Oh no, I hope I don’t fall.”]

CLIP 5, COMPILATION

proof that mila is jay’s baby part 298192: she always runs to jay when she needs something

EN-TER KEY

Mila realises she made a mistake during monitoring and looks at the camera. “I messed up…”

She doesn’t seem bothered by it because she laughs. But as a few seconds pass, she seems visibly worried as she avoids eye contact with the camera and looks away more than once, as if to use her face.

(This was during a period of time not longer after debut, where she was receiving immense hate for supposedly debuted without any talent.)

But then she seems to crack and turns her back to the camera, before making a beeline in a certain direction. As the cameraman follows her, they end up finding Jay, who is seated on a couch in the dressing room.

He immediately stands up upon seeing Mila, and worriedly asks her what’s wrong. He opens his arms to her and she immediately walks into his embrace, burying her face in his shoulder.

He brings a hand to her head and whispers something in her ear which the cameras don’t catch. But its clear that he’s doing his best to cocker her and shield her from the camera’s view.

EN-DIARIES

Mila is tasked with the mission of giving a member a makeover, which she complains will be entirely impossible to do for any of them. But then she decides to approach Jay, and follows him around the place, asking him (and only him) for help.

“Oppa, can you help me just this once?” Mila grabs onto his sleeve and tugs it to her. “Please?”

Jay pretends to ignore her, instead busying himself with looking inside the fridge. But instead of giving up and asking one of the other members, she persists, and does everything from clinging, whining, to even pretending to be upset.

“I’ve been rejected,” she mopes in the living room, purposely speaking loud enough for Jay to hear her. “No one loves me anymore.”

At this, Jay seems ro reach the end of his straw, and laughs to himself as he makes his way over to the sulking Mila on the couch. To keep the long story short, Mila eventually sits him down and happily puts a ribbon in his hair, while commenting how cute he looks.

SO SO FUN

Mila is in the middle of cooking something in the kitchen when she notices that something is a bit off. She gasps when she realises she forgot to add an ingredient, and starts to panic that she might have ruined the whole dish.

The first thing she does is take off to find Jay. “Oppa, are you busy?”

Jay looks at her with his full attention. “Why? What’s wrong?”

Mila looks slightly embarrassed and stands closer to Jay, with a hand slightly covering her mouth. He leans down closer as she basically whispers, “I made a mistake with the food. I think I messed it up…”

Jay, to his credit, seems unpaused. “Show me. We’ll see if we can fix it.”

Mila points out the food when she gets for the kitchen, looking disappointed as she walks Jay through every step she took. “Sorry,” she says with a frown as she finishes. “I’m so clumsy…”

“No, no, don’t apologise,” Jay reassures softly. He wraps an arm around her shoulders and places a comforting hand on her head. “We can still fix it. Come here, I’ll show you what to do if it happens again.”

MISCELLANEOUS

And again, Mila can be seen asking for his help or his comfort when she needs something, which he responds to like a hero to the rescue at every occasion. It’s really no surprise that he’s her favourite oppa. (Or so, JayMi shippers like to claim—just don’t let the MiSeung fans know.)

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bloomzone · 3 months ago

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2025 : #12 step by step you can change your life. how I found my way back

I want to talk about something real today. Something that I think a lot of us go through but don’t always talk about.

✒️..You ever feel… lost? Like, no matter how hard you try, you just can’t figure out where you’re supposed to go, or who you’re supposed to be? Like you’re stuck in this endless loop of feeling not good enough, not smart enough, not anything enough?

I’ve been there.

And I want to share my story—not because I’ve got everything figured out (I definitely don’t), but because maybe my experience can help someone else feel a little less alone.

Growing Up with Big Dreams

Growing up, I was that kid. Curious about everything, constantly reading, always asking questions. I loved learning. I loved dreaming. My parents encouraged me in every way they could—books, art, even challenging me with random exams that were way above my level. Because of them, I felt like I could do anything. Like the world was wide open, just waiting for me to take my place in it. (they are toxic I won't lie especially in the term of getting good grades)

But life has a way of shaking things up, doesn’t it?

When I started middle school, everything changed.

When Everything Fell Apart

Middle school was… the hardest time of my life. I’m not exaggerating when I say those years broke me in ways I didn’t think were possible.I was bullied—constantly. Nasty comments, rumors, people talking about me behind my back. It even got physical sometimes—from my best friends MY FRIENDS that I think they will always be by my side but malheureusement they were just slaves for the bullies anyway.. And you know what? At first, I thought I could handle it. But the thing about bullying is that it creeps in, little by little, until one day you realize it’s taken over your entire life.

I didn’t recognize myself anymore.I became bitter, angry, and mean. I lashed out at people because I didn’t know what else to do. And at the same time, I was desperate to fit in, so I started copying the people who hurt me—adopting their behavior, their mannerisms—just so they’d accept me

But it didn’t work.!!!Instead, I just felt… empty. Like everything that made me me was gone.

Hitting Rock Bottom

By 14, I was at my lowest point. My grades were trash, my friendships felt fake, and I didn’t even want to look at myself in the mirror because I hated what I saw.I started staying up until 3 or 4 in the morning just crying .I shut myself off from everyone. And, at my worst, I started self-harming.

I felt like there was no way out.And then one day, I came home from school it was an 8 april 2023 7pm threw my bag on the floor, and climbed onto the ledge of the house roof I just wanted it to stop. The pain, the loneliness, the feeling that I’d never be enough. I was ready to give up.

But then… I looked up.

The Moment That Changed Everything

The sky was gorgeous that day. It was one of those sunsets where the colors just don’t make sense—soft pinks fading into oranges and purples, with clouds that looked like they’d been painted on.

And for the first time in a long time, I felt something.

It reminded me of all the things I used to love—the watercolor / pastel paintings I used to paint in my ipad and put it as a lock screen lmao , the books I used to read, the way my parents would encourage me to dream bigger, be curious explore the world my favs music artists (I'm a wizone,stay,dive, engene if anyone want to know hehe)

It hit me: I wasn’t ready to let go of all of that. I wasn’t ready to let go of me I was too young for this

So, instead of stepping forward, I sat down. Right there on the ledge, legs crossed, staring at the sky as the colors changed.

That small step—sitting down—was the single most extraordinary step I’ve ever taken.

Rebuilding Myself

That moment didn’t fix everything. Life doesn’t work like that. But it was the start of something.It reminded me that even when I felt broken, the core of who I was—the curious, creative, passionate version of me—was still there.I started making changes. Little ones, at first. Letting go of toxic friendships. Focusing on the things that made me happy, like reading , listening to music and writing.

And then came high school. High school was my first real fresh start.

It was a place where I could make new friends, try new things, and leave the past behind me. It was a chance to reinvent myself.

And I did. I created a Tumblr account later in the last days of November 2023 as a sort of diary—a safe space where I could share my thoughts, help others who felt lost like I did, and find comfort in the small, everyday moments. It became my little corner of the world, where I could be myself and help others feel better and be the best version of themselves

It wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t quick. But slowly, I started to feel like me again.

What I Learned

Here’s what I’ve learned through all of this:

1. Your Compass Is Never Broken.

No matter how lost you feel, the good in you—the things that make you you—never go away. They’re always there, waiting for you to see them again.

2. You Can Choose Your Environment.

You don’t have to stay in toxic spaces. You deserve to be around people who lift you up, who make you feel valued and loved.

3. Small Steps Matter.

Sometimes, the smallest actions—sitting down, looking at the sky, talking to a friend—can change everything. Don’t underestimate them.

To Anyone Who Feels Lost

If you’re reading this and you’re struggling, I need you to hear me: You are not alone.I know it feels like things will never get better, but I promise you, they can. The pain you’re feeling right now doesn’t define you.You have so much to offer this world. You have so much good inside of you. And even if it feels like your compass is cracked and empty, the needle—your essence—is still pointing north.So, take a deep breath. Look for the little things that remind you of who you are. And don’t be afraid to ask for help.Because you are so much stronger than you think.

And trust me… you’re going to find your way.

Thank you for reading.

written by tears and love @bloomzone

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minhosimthings · 1 year ago

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Chocolate Sauce

Synopsis: In which you lick Jake's abs and leave a very angry Jake with hickeys on his stomach

Pairings: Bf!idol!Jake × fem!idol!reader

Warnings: smut, 18+ MINORS DNI, fingering, reader licks Jake's abs, oral (f and m), overstimulation, rough sex, mean dom Jake, sub reader, swearing, mention of food, choking, angry sex (meow)

A/N: GUESS WHO DROOLED WHILE WATCHING JAKE DO THE GUILTY CHALLENGE. THIS BITCH RIGHT HERE. So blame Jake not me because bitch had to do that shit on my period. I wanna touch those abs so bad it's actually so bad I hate myself. Anyways, enjoy this shitpost y'all peace.

Sim Jaeyun never failed to amaze you. Even as your boyfriend of three years, about whom you knew probably everything about, he always was succesful in pissing you off, or worse, riling you up. And sometimes when both of the phenomenons happened at the same time, it was a time of bliss for Jake.

"What the fuck Jayeun?" You threw your head back to look at your boyfriend, on whose thigh you were currently sleeping. He looked handsome as ever, hair all messy and fluffy, with the usual grin imprinted on his face. "What happened baby?" He pouted as you got up from his thigh and sat in front of him. "Please tell me I did not just see you acting like a whore on stage right now on my for you page." Jake turned his head sideways, an adorable thing he did when he was confused, and peeked into your phone. A devilish smirk formed on his face as he saw what was causing your current state of distress. "Oh that?" He mused, leaning back against the bedframe, "Yeah I did the Guilty challenge. Pretty good right? You know, Riki was saying my dancing impro-" "I don't give a fuck about the dancing Sim Jayeun." You cut him off, eyes faltering at the way he was looking at you, "I'm talking about the way you literally just showed your abs to every fucking person in that room."

To say that you were jealous was an understatement. Of course Jake had officially taken a pledge that he would never show his abs to anyone except you. And you remembered that the pledge also included not showing it to engenes.

"Aww." Jake cooed, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning into your chest, "Is my girl jealous?" Resisting the urge to kiss his strawberry lips, you decided to pick up your phone and scroll through your reels, completely ignoring your boyfriend.

"Come on baby-" Jake smirked, leaning closer to your face, "-you know you can't resist me for more than five minutes." His last words were finished in almost a rough whisper, which knocked you off your wind. "I'll forgive you if you do one thing for me." You finally responded, sitting up straight and crossing your arms. "Order away, princess." Jake cocked his head to the left, smirk ever omnipresent on his stupidly handsome face.

"Let me lick your abs."

You didn't know whether it was out of pure shock, or pure embarrassment that Jake choked on air, but he did and accidentally smacked you in the head. "Jake!" You rubbed the back of your head with your hand. "You wanna do what now?" He spoke in a unusually grave voice, looking at you with bedroom eyes.

"Sim Jayeun I think I said it clear enough." You scoffed, "I want to lick your abs. If you don't wanna do it, that's fine I guess." You shrugged your shoulders and leaned back against the bedframe, getting back to your phone. "Alright then." Jake got up swiftly from the bed, and moved out of the room, walking a pace faster than usual. You tried not to think much about it, as you scrolled through the reels again, your fingers distracting you from wherever Jake was, until you heard the sound of your fridge bang close.

"Jake what are you doing?" You quizzed as Jake walked in, a bottle held tightly in his hands. He plummeted down next to you on the bed, and leaned in, giving you a tiny peck on the cheek. "Here." He nudged the bottle into your hand, forcing you to drop your phone into your lap, which he immediately took and hid in the bedside drawer. "Jaeyun!" You reached for your phone, trying to climb over him, "Give me my phone back." "Not until you read the label of that bottle baby."

You rolled your eyes and took the bottle in your eyes, peering to read the lable written in big glittery letters. "Chocolate Sauce?" You sniggered, "What the fuck do you want me to do with it?"

"Well I figured-" Jake popped open the cap of the bottle, "-since it's not pancake season and you don't use it for anything, why don't you lick it off of my abs?"

Your eyes widened at Jake, as he leaned back further, slowly unbuttoning his white shirt. For perhaps the first time in the entire evening, you noticed how truly scrumptious Jake looked in messy hair. "Jak-" "oh come on princess." Jake leaned closer to your ear, "I know you want to do it so bad like the slut you are."

His rough voice made your legs shiver. Jake had unbuttoned his shirt already, giving you a full display of his carved chest and abs. You held out a hand to stroke it, but Jake was quick to grab it with his. "Not until you lick them baby." He let go of your hand, "Are you scared princess?"

You meekly shook your head, and removed your shirt faster than Jake could blink an eyes. He slid a hand behind to your back, fingers searching to unclasp your bra. "Or should we leave it on?" Jake removed his hand from scratching your upper back, "I wanna see those nice tits bounce around in that cute little fabric which isn't hiding shit by the way." He leaned over to kiss your cheek again, "You could have asked for something new you know. Would have loved to buy you something in pink."

You took the open Hershey's bottle in your hand, and took a deep breath before turning it upside down and letting the gooey liquid come out, drizzling over Jake's abs. Jake let out a wince as it touched his skin, probably from the cold temp of the sauce. Anything for his princess though, he thought, enduring the cold grip.

"It doesn't hurt does it?" You spoke, uncertainty grazing your tone, "Maybe I should get-" "shh princess." Jake cooed at you, lifting a hand to stroke your cheek with his thumb, "Just lick them nothing hurts." His strict tone made you falter again, as you licked your lips, leaning over his body as he settled himself in the bed.

You moved towards his abs, taking in how beautiful they looked under the brown sauce. Lowering your tongue to them, you glanced up at Jake. His eyes were closed, and his eyelids were barely moving. As dead as a fish, you thought.

"Ooh princess-" Jake let out a moan, as your tongue touched his abs. You didn't know if it was the fact that the it was probably expired, or the fact that you were licking it off of Jake's belly, but man did the sauce taste good. You really didn't have a taste for sweet things, preferring your coffee bitter and your waffles without honey. But oh god, did sugar taste good when you were licking it off of Jake's belly, your tongue dying to have a taste of his cock.

"Mm-babe-ah fuck." Jake moaned, his voice grasping for more as he traced your hair with his fingers, unconsciously gripping them harder. Your tongue moved swiftly across the board of Jake's tummy, your fingers digging into the sides of his abdomen, desperately searching for more. You could feel the bulge in Jake's pants, rubbing against your belly as you leaned further in, mouth almost begging to have a taste of your favourite poison A thin line of sweat decorated your brow, as you closed your eyes, sinking into Jake's muttered words. "Mine. All mine." He mumbled in between sweet moans. Drunk on the feathery touch of your tongue on his skin, as it moved slowly, licking up all the sticky sweet substance, he didn't even notice that he was pressing your head further and further down. "J-Jake." "Shut up and go suck my cock right now." He commanded, making you whimper as you wiped off the chocolate from your mouth. You had never seen Jake like this before, eyes akin to a wolf filled with desperate hunger.

You quickly unbuttoned Jake's pants, hands fumbling as you did, while he looked on at your figure, all trembling. He loved seeing you like this, like a lamb going off to the slaughter house. It heightened his ego greatly, seeing his princess be so obedient towards him.

You pull his jeans down and mouth at his clothed dick. You began to suck the tip and run your tongue over the slit. You loved the taste of him in your mouth. He was heavy and warm. "Fuck your mouth feels so good." Jake moaned out, his hand resting on the top of your head. You take more into your mouth and you deep throat him. He touched the back of your throat before you looked at him to start fucking your face. He pulls out before slamming back in. He does this a few times as you sputter around him. You weren't expecting him to be so hard to take as he fucked your throat. He moved against your mouth as you sucked him for everything he had. You wanted him to cum in your mouth. He pressed deeper in your throat as you gripped his thighs in hopes of him letting up.

"Fucking hell, you are such a slut." Jake chuckles as he pulls out, to see your mouth coated in his cum. "Just for you." You pant, wiping your mouth with the towel Jake handed you. "Hmm" Jake groaned, moving slightly to make space for you to rest in his arms. "...'m love you princess." He mumbled as you drifted off into sleep.

"L/N Y/N you are in big trouble." Jake's puppy eyes appeared on the screen of your phone, as you picked up the call. "You know usually people greet their partners with a 'hey babe' or a 'i love you till death'." You giggled, moving on with your laundry. Thank god it was the holidays and your members weren't there to annoy you about Jake, you thought as you slammed the washing machine door close and returned to your boyfriend's angry face. "Y/N I swear to God-" Jake sighed, plopping into a chair, "Do you know how much my stylist scolded me today? And do you wanna know the reason why?" Although you already knew what was going to come out of Jake's mouth, you decided to play innocent, wanting to make him more angry. You did always love when he was angry.

"Why baby?" You pouted, widening your eyes and setting your phone down on the table, at a mischievous angle. "You know why princess." Jake's angry tone came through again, "For all the marks you left on my stomach yesterday? They wanted to put me in a crop top today like all the members but instead, because of you, I had to stay in a fucking jacket." "Hmm" you shrugged your shoulders, "sad." You spoke, before cutting the call abruptly. You giggled in response to nobody's joke as you hopped off of the kitchen counter and opened up the fridge to find something to eat, waiting eagerly for Jake to get back home.

Anger was an emotion which was a rarity for Jake. Even when he did get angry, it would usually be playful anger, with Niki or Jay. But somehow you managed to piss him off to his guts, and as he rode in the car, with Sunghoon side eyeing his furrowed face, he thought of all the ways he could punish you as soon as he got home and layed his hands on your body.

"Ah fuck it." You curse as you burn your toast, having left it on the stove for too long. You had wasted a lot of time admiring yourself in front of the mirror, tracing your eyes over the pretty bra you wore, one of Jake's favourites. And now, as you silently waited for your boyfriend to come home, fumbling with the straps of your bra, you wondered what he was going to do to you.

The keyhole clicked twice at the sound of a key being pushed in. You barely had time to get any words out of your mouth as Jake can stomping in, a dark expression clouding his face. There was little time to brace yourself for Jake's next move. You're pressed against the wall before you can protest, although you wouldn’t dare object to this.

“You love when I make you feel good, don’t you baby? Who’s my good girl?” And that’s what did it for you, your eyes rolled back and you tightened around his fingers, but Jake wasn’t taking just that response this evening. He put his fingers in your mouth, and he asked again with raised eyebrows, “What was that? Who’s my good girl?” His fingers lingered down to your throat, applying just enough pressure so that you could still talk. “Yours, only yours” you replied. He nibbled your ear, smirk still prevalent on his face. He whispered in your ear once more,

Jake grips the backs of your thighs and lifts you up, wedging your hips with his own, keeping you steady. A new hardness presses against your core as he juts his hips into you, pure instinct taking over his movements. His cock twitches in his jeans - he needs to watch his cock sink into you, to watch your face contort in bliss when he bottoms out in your pussy. The friction on your swelling clit was rough and warm, with Jake's cock perfectly nestled atop your drenched slit. Each rough push shot pleasure through your core, but it wasn’t enough for your aching cunt.

He moves the two of you to the couch and putting you on your hands and knees before pulling your pants down. He played with your thong before pulling them off too. His tongue goes straight into your little hole which causes you to scream. He tongue fucks you for a little bit before moving up to your clit. He sucks it into his mouth which has you pushing back on his mouth. Jake continues until you are almost there but he stops.

"No-Jake." You whine, jutting out your bottom lip. "You don't get to fucking cum until I say so, got it?" Jake growls, making you whimper and sink into the couch.

He presses his cock to your hole and presses inside. The stretch felt like it would never end. As he pressed in, you felt full already and he was not even half way in. You moan as Jake whispers about you being his whore and that he isn't going to let you go. He keeps fucking up into you with fever and the only thing you could do was to take it. You had no choice with how good he was fucking you.

"Oh, fuck yes," he groaned, totally entranced by the way your pussy warped with his size, swallowing his cock into your soft walls. He bucked his hips on instinct and struck you deeper. You cried softly against your hand, trying to quiet yourself when the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix.

With another set of thrusts you became undone around him, clenching down onto Jake's cock, letting out a high-pitched moan as your orgasm flowed through you. Jake hissed through his teeth at the warm, fluttering sensation, satisfied at your soft moans falling out of your slacked mouth.

"Attagirl, just keep goin'," Jake said sweetly, pulling and pushing your hips in the same rhythm as before. The overstimulation took you over and left you whimpering, sending soft pleas of slow down, it's too much, to your boyfriend.

Your sweet pussy clenched around him and he rubbed your clit as he bounced you up and down on his dick. You got closer and closer before you climaxed. It felt as if you were drowning. You could only scream as Sam doubled his efforts and you orgasmed again. "Jake please-I"

"One more princess, just one more," he says before thrusting harder. He thrusts one last time before spilling into you. His orgasm triggered yours and you squirted a lot onto his lap. He looked down and smiled at his achievement.

"You look so fucking hot right now," He said as he kissed your neck again. "Jake, I don't think I can go another round." "Don't worry sweetheart, I know you can." He said before circling your clit.

You arch your back as his fingers slip inside of you, along side his dick. He pulled out but left his fingers in. He played with the cum inside as he fucked you with his fingers. He wanted you to cum one last time. It didn't take long before you did and almost fainted in his arms.

Jake swooped you up carefully in his arms, and carried you to the bedroom, where he cleaned you up with a towel, before settling in beside you. You crawled upto him, wrapping your arms around his waist, stroking his abs, as you listened to his heartbeat.

"I'm sorry about the hickeys." You mumbled into his chest, too ashamed to show your face. Jake smiled warmly and stroked your hair, a complete contrast to what he was minutes ago. "it's alright." He kissed the top of your forehead, "Let's not pretend like I never gave you hickeys right before your Inkigayo stages." You chuckled weakly to his words, and buried yourself under the blankets, with the taste of chocolate forever lingering in your mouth.

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repulsiveliquidation · 1 year ago

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Masterlist.

Requests are open. If there is a WIPs you'd like to offer ideas for, feel free!

I write for Arsenal WFC and FC Barcelona Femeni, but players from other teams are more than welcome, especially those whom i've written for before. Please include your player of choice and your detailed request when you leave them in my inbox! I am not opposed to brainstorming in my DMs but please understand that I may not respond promptly but I will get back to you!

fluff = 💛, angst = 🚨, smut = 🔞

WIPs

Writer x Reader

Ewa Pajor

Glass Pane 🔞

Kika Nazareth

Playing Cards 🔞

Grace Clinton

Mikrokosmos 💛

Aggie Beever-Jones

One Thing Led To Another 🔞

Laia Codina

Reservation 🔞

Alessia Russo

Puppy Eyes 🔞

Jessie Fleming

We Might As Well Try 🔞

You Drew Stars Around My Scars 🚨🔞

Thorn in my Side 🚨

Wake Up Call 🔞

Jill Roord

The White Suit 🔞

Oral Fixation 🔞

Say Yes to Heaven 🔞

Elevators 🔞

Leila Ouahabi

Eyes on Me 🔞

Group Project [The Orgy] 🔞

Want, Not Need. Pt. 1

Want, Not Need Pt. 2

Careful Planning

Two is Better than One

Aitana Bonmatí

Ecstasy 🔞

Hope, Coffee, and Poetry 🔞

earmuffs 🚨

fidgets 💛

pretty lights 💛

lather 💛

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Baby It’s Cold Outside 🔞

Alexia Putellas x Leah Williamson

Time Consuming 🔞

Time Difference 🔞

Melted Ice Cream 🔞

Alexia Putellas x María León

Twice the Pleasure 🔞

Good Girls 🔞

María León x Ingrid Engen

Crippled 🔞

Special Instructions 🔞

Arsenal Women

Chosen Family 💛

Alexia Putellas

Dress Up 🔞

Rain 🔞

Did I Cross The Line? 🚨

For Club and Country 🔞

Impatient 🔞

Honeymoon 🔞

Scars 🚨

Broken 🚨

Claire De Lune 🚨

all the rain in the world. 🚨

Darlin' I'd Wait For You 💛

Paris 🔞

If I have to ask, I don't want it. 🚨

Fire and Ice 🔞

beige. 🔞

One Call Away 🔞

Bottom Ale 🔞

Betrayed 🔞

Show Me 🔞

Ona Batlle

Collateral 🚨🔞

without you 🚨

Too Dangerous 🔞

To Love Someone 🔞

The Best of Me 🔞

Backseat 🔞

Touchy Feely 🔞

don’t let them hear. 🔞

Angel in the House 💛

Royalty 💛

La Princesa 💛

She's going to be okay. 💛

I don't think you deserve gentle darling. 🔞

Touch me like nobody else does. 🔞

Leah Williamson

Choice 🚨

Flare Up 💛

Guardian of My Heart 🚨

Sun to Me 🚨

Alone 🚨

good excuse 🔞

When I’m with you, there is no one else because I get heaven to myself. 💛

Cookies and Cuddles 🔞

baby bear 🔞

dreams 🔞

don't wander 💛

Kiss Me Before You Go 💛

Arsenal's Number 6 🔞

Blueberry Pancakes 💛

Fore! 💛

They could never be mad at you. 💛

Nightmares and Hot Chocolate 💛

Leah Williamson x Lucy Bronze

I've got you. 💛

Georgia Stanway x Leah Williamson

I don't need you. 💛

Maya Le Tessier

I'm not sick. You're delusional. 💛

Georgia Stanway

Lazy Saturdays and Scrambled Eggs 💛

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meazalykov · 8 months ago

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life's better on saturn

ingrid engen x reader

part two - part one here

summary: she gave you a chance and it was all worth it

six months in, and things with ingrid feel like a dream you’re afraid to wake up from.

every day, you wonder how you got so lucky. she’s everything you could’ve hoped for—kind, supportive, sweet, funny, and the way she looks at you makes your heart race no matter how many times it happens.

at barcelona, the two of you have fallen into an easy rhythm, balancing your professional lives with the personal one you’re building together.

on the pitch, you’re teammates first, focused on the game and the goals ahead. but off it, in those quiet moments before and after training, you’re just y/n and ingrid, stealing glances, sharing secret smiles, and finding excuses to be close since ingrid isn’t afraid of it anymore.

one of your favorite things is when practice wraps up and the team heads to the locker room, and you and ingrid always end up next to each other.

she’ll brush her fingers against yours, just a small, subtle touch, but it sends warmth through you every time.

you catch her looking at you when she thinks you’re not paying attention, and you do the same—though you’re not as discreet about it.

sometimes, you catch the other girls watching, too, with knowing smiles, and it makes you laugh. you’re not exactly keeping your relationship a secret, but there’s something fun about the little moments of affection that only the two of you truly understand.

but then there was the injury. a bad tackle during a match left you with a sprained ankle, and while it wasn’t the worst injury you could’ve had, it was enough to keep you off the pitch for a few weeks.

you hated it—the sitting around, the physical therapy, the frustration of not being able to play. and the worst part? missing the international break.

you were supposed to represent your country, and the disappointment was hard to swallow. but ingrid, as always, was there to support you.

she never let you dwell too long in your frustration, always finding ways to cheer you up. she’d come over after training, bringing your favorite snacks, and you’d spend the evenings curled up on the couch, her arms around you, making you forget the pain, if only for a little while.

when it came time for her to leave for norway’s matches, you insisted on going with her. you weren’t going to sit at home while she was out there giving it her all.

she tried to convince you to stay and rest, but you were stubborn, and in the end, she relented. you ended up on a plane with her, your crutches awkwardly stuffed into the overhead compartment.

watching her play was an experience in itself. you’d seen her on the pitch countless times, of course, but there was something different about being in the stands, surrounded by norwegian flags and fans, watching her represent her country.

you never had an opportunity to watch another country play another, since you would be playing for yours at the same time.

ingrid was brilliant, as always, commanding the back line with a grace and power that took your breath away.

you couldn’t stop cheering, even when the pain in your ankle flared up from standing too long. when she assisted caroline’s goal, you were out of your seat, yelling her name, your voice lost in the roar of the crowd.

when the match ended, you made your way down the stands to meet her.

the moment she spotted you, her face lit up, and despite the sweat and exhaustion, she made a beeline for you, pulling you into a tight hug. the both of you ignoring the press and the cameras that were surely snapping away wondering why you were all the way in norway.

“you were incredible,” you whispered in her ear, holding her as tight as you could with one crutch tucked under your arm.

she smiled, pressing a light kiss to your forehead. “y/n i could hear you from the pitch, you know.”

“good. i wanted you to know i’m your biggest fan– and i have been your biggest fan for a while.”

then there was the moment that changed everything. it was a few days after the national break ended, and you were back at the training ground in barcelona, trying to ease back into your routine, though you were still sidelined from practice.

you’d decided to take a break and headed to the lounge, hoping to find some company. what you didn’t expect was to find ingrid and fridolina deep in conversation.

you paused in the doorway, something in ingrid’s expression making you hesitate. you were about to turn back, give them their space, when you heard your name.

this moment gave you deja vu.

“i don’t know when it happened,” ingrid was saying, her voice soft, almost hesitant. “but i’m in love with her, frido. like, in love– with y/n.”

your heart stopped. you weren’t sure if you were dreaming, but you pinched yourself just in case. the shock of it held you still for a moment, and you heard fridolina’s voice next, full of warmth.

“i’m not surprised,” she said.

“it’s obvious how much you care about her. and honestly, ingrid, it’s great to see you this happy. i’m glad you didn’t let the age thing bother you forever.”

you couldn’t just stand there any longer. before you could overthink it, you stepped into the room. “i love you too, you know.”

both heads turned toward you, ingrid’s eyes wide with surprise, fridolina grinning like she’d just won a bet.

ingrid blinked, clearly caught off guard. “y/n, i—how long were you standing there?”

you shrugged, trying to keep the mood light even though your heart was pounding.

“long enough to hear the most amazing thing anyone’s ever said about me.”

she looked at you, her expression softening, and in that moment, all the nerves seemed to melt away.

“you’re not just saying that because you overheard, right?”

you shook your head, taking a few steps closer until you were standing right in front of her. “i mean it, ingrid. i love you. i’ve loved you for a while now, and i’m not planning on stopping anytime soon.”

there was a moment of silence, and then she was pulling you into her arms, careful of your injury, holding you like she never wanted to let go.

“i love you too,” she whispered, and the words felt like a promise, something solid and real that you could hold onto.

fridolina cleared her throat, and you both looked over to see her giving you a thumbs-up.

“about time,” she said with a teasing grin.

“now, if you’ll excuse me, i’m going to leave you two lovebirds alone.”

once she was gone, ingrid pulled back just enough to look at you, her eyes shining with something you hadn’t seen before—a mix of relief, joy, and something deeper.

“i can’t believe you heard that.”

“best thing i’ve ever overheard.” you laughed, leaning in to kiss her, slow and soft.

she smiled against your lips, and when she pulled back, there was nothing but happiness in her eyes.

“i’m really glad you came to norway with me to meet my family,” she said, her voice tender. “it wouldn’t have been the same without you.”

“i wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” you replied, meaning every word.

“and now that i’m stuck on the sidelines, you’re going to have to keep carrying the team until i’m back.”

“no pressure, then,” she teased, and you both laughed, the sound filling the room, light and full of the kind of love that only grows stronger with time.

my master list is here if you want to read more fics <3

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sincerelyengen · 6 months ago

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the small things ─── ingrid e.

masterlist.

the three times you wanted to kiss ingrid, and the one time you did.

content warnings: n/a

The first time you wanted to kiss Ingrid Engen:

You were always scared of Ingrid Engen. From the first look, she was certainly the mean girl type. But once you had joined her club, you had realized that was anything but the case. She specifically took a love to you, always doing the small things for you.

She would put her hand on the small of your back to guide you through a crowd or give you her jacket if you complained that it was cold, even if that meant she would be cold. All things that made you feel special and seen. The way she talked to you was so gentle and kind, never a bit of venom in her tone.

But this time, it was different. You had been over to Ingrid’s place plenty of times before, often even spending the night. And sure, she’s cooked you dinner and did all sorts of sweet things for you, but nothing like tonight.

When you knocked on the door, it was like any other night. You were welcomed into her home and settled down on the couch with her to watch a show.

You two enjoyed a meal and settled into small talk. Not having anything to drink, you found yourself thirsty.

“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna get a water.” You excused yourself, making your way to her kitchen.

As you opened her fridge to get the water out, you heard her voice call out, “I bought those drinks you liked! They’re in the door!” She called.

Your heart fluttered. Her simple gesture of purchasing something she knew you liked whenever you came over made your day. It was nothing really, something anybody would do. But from Ingrid, it was different, it was something more heartfelt.

And in that moment, all you wanted to do was run into the other room and kiss her.

The second time you wanted to kiss Ingrid Engen:

The second time you wanted to kiss Ingrid was only weeks later. You two were spending time in the city, simply walking around with each other checking out shops and enjoying each other’s presence. You two had been in several different stores, Ingrid carrying around several bags in her hands.

“We should get coffee!” She exclaimed, seeing a cute bakery coming up in her vision. You grinned and followed her lead, entering the small bakery. The wonderful scent of baked goods and freshly brewed coffee invaded your senses and gave you a sense of comfort.

You ordered a matcha latte and Ingrid ordered a caramel latte. After receiving your coffees you two sat down at a table outside and sipped your beverages in silence. You two talked a little bit, but you mostly spent your time admiring the footballer’s beauty. The way her green eyes contrasted with the dark locks that cascaded over her face made your heart flutter.

After your drinks, you guys ended up at a small candle shop. Taking time to smell each one and make comments. Ingrid had picked up a pretty purple candle, gently removing the top to take in the scent. She nodded, clearly enjoying it. “Mmm, I like this one.” She grinned.

“Yeah? Whats it smell like?” You asked, not noticing how she was staring at you with the utmost love in her eyes.

“Your perfume.” She says calmly, pointing it towards you so you can smell it as well.

Your heart skipped a beat. She said it in such a calm and sweet way as if she wasn’t thinking too much about it at all. You stuttered through your words, struggling to control the heat in your cheeks and how your stomach fluttered.

She could tell that you were struggling, grinning wide at your reaction.

And in that moment, all you wanted to do was kiss Ingrid Engen.

The third time you wanted to kiss Ingrid Engen:

Ingrid was pretty. You knew it, she knew, everybody around her knew it. It wasn’t a secret that she had women and men throwing themselves at her all the time, but she always brushed them off. You always had wished you were one of those women throwing themselves at her, and to be fair, you practically were.

You couldn’t count the number of times she had caught you staring, it wasn’t your fault, she was just gorgeous. Especially gorgeous when she stood behind you with her hands around your waist, guiding your hands cooking.

It had become a weekly tradition to come over to Ingrid’s place and cook. She loved to teach you different dishes and how to make them. Tonight, she wanted to help you make a new dish, something you had never made before. You were competent enough to cut veggies by yourself, but that didn’t stop Ingrid from standing behind you, her hands over yours, guiding you.

It was intimate.

“You’re doing so good,” She mumbled into your shoulder where her head rested comfortably.

You didn’t respond, too concerned with not making a fool of yourself. You swallowed, feeling her hands run up and down your forearms. You were beginning to doubt your belief that she would never be into you either.

At that moment, all you wanted to do was turn around and kiss her, show her how much you actually wanted her.

The one time you did kiss Ingrid Engen:

Now that you had confirmation that your silly crush on Ingrid was reciprocated, it was time to make a plan. You two had made dinner plans tonight, nothing too fancy, an Italian place you two visited often. And you knew, you were kissing her tonight.

You had shown up earlier than her, finding your table and nervously fidgeting with your fingers while you ran through every possible situation that could happen tonight.

Maybe Ingrid really wasn’t into you like that and you were delusional. Maybe this was going to go horribly and you two would never talk again. You have had your heart broken so many times before, you really didn’t want to lose Ingrid, one of your best friends.

“Earth to y/n?” You heard the unmistakable accident of your ‘date’ for the evening. Snapping out of your thoughts, you looked up and saw Ingrid.

She was drop-dead gorgeous.

Her hair flowed beautifully as always, it went great with the black dress that hugged her body perfectly.

“You’re gorgeous.” You smiled, pushing the chair across from you out with your foot, allowing her to sit down.

“You are too, hun.” She grinned, the pet name easily falling from her lips.

You blushed at that and turned your head away, a smile plastered across your face.

“How has everything been?” Ingrid asked, moving the conversation forward.

The conversation flowed well, talking about your days and upcoming things. You two had been friends forever and still had managed to never run out of things to talk about. She truly was your best friend. Dinner was ordered and you two ate in peace, laughing with each other.

Her laugh always made butterflies burst in your stomach, your heart being won over and warmed all over again.

Once the dinner was paid for and everything was done with, you walked out with her.

Under a nearby streetlight, you stood in front of her, staring into her eyes and her hands in yours.

“Can I kiss you?” You asked softly.

A blush spread over her face and that toothy grin came out. “Took you long enough.” She mumbled before leaning in.

Your lips smashed together and it was like fireworks went off, her lips were soft and the way her hand cupped your face made you feel so safe.

This was everything you were dreaming of.

#ingrid engen x reader #ingrid engen #woso writers #woso #woso x reader #woso community #woso imagine #woso fanfics #barcelona femeni

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jakeswifeyyy · 13 days ago

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Heeseung live streaming on Weverse while you secretly give head 😓🤭

Inspo from that one heeseung live 🛐

Just A little..

Content warning:Kissing,suggestive,oral(m.receiving),hair pulling,heeseung is a bit rough,yeah let me know if there's something else

MDNI PLEASE!!

It was just a casual day in your hotel room in Japan while you were on tour with the boys,the company and members knew you and Heeseung were together but ofcourse the fans couldn't find out or they would go crazy,so while on tours or when headed to award shows ,you'd be allowed to stay with him in the same room.

As of now it was currently the case ,the both of you were lying in bed,cuddling with your limbs tangled together after a room service dinner with Heeseung and he got a bit tipsy after you both downed some alcohol.

"Baby I need to go live ,I promised the fans I would today." He spoke with a slight slur to his words due to the alcohol,his ears were a burning shade of red and his face slightly tinted pink.

"Noooo.." You whined ,pouting as you didn't want him to go.

He chuckled before pecking you and moving away slowly,"I have to baby it won't be long I promise," He said as he was at the mirror fixing his appearance with a few last touches,straightening his shirt and ruffling his hair to cover his ears a bit.

"You always say that hmph," You puff out and face the other way pouting,he chuckled because he was used to you by now,he went to the other side of the bed and kissed you to calm you down before he pulled away ,pecking your forehead and leaving as you smiled a bit.

He set up his tablet at the desk ,making sure you were out of focus before starting his live ,it started as he just greeted engenes and read random comments.

"Heeseung I like your new hair,Thank you I chose it just for you engene I knew you'd love it,"*he winks as he rubs his lip with his finger as he bites it while scrolling through more comments on his phone.

"Heeseung are you preparing well for the performance at the award show?" He read the comment before,replying."Yes we worked hard on preparing our performance just for engene we know you'll love it engene we always do our best for you so stick around," he ended with a smile.

You loved watching your boyfriend interact with his fans it was so wholesome ,despite him being all flirty with them you didn't mind because at the end of the day it was to avoid raising suspicion about chances of him dating.

You were scrolling on your phone when he read out a comment,"Did Heeseung oppa have something to drink today?" He chuckled before responding,"Yes I drank a bit just a little," He was smiling a bit too much than usual cause he was tipsy but was trying to show he drank very little with his thumb and index finger.You just shook your head at his cute actions that was when an idea hit you.

Slowly standing up from the bed you crawled until you reached near the desk where he was and went under waiting for the right timing just when he was halfway reading a comment ,you rubbed your hands up and down his thighs and you felt his muscles flex under your touch and his breathe hitched,before he quickly looked under the table only to find you smirking up at him.

"Ah sorry engene ,it was just one of Niki's pranks which scared the heck out of me,anyway....what was I saying,"

Seeing that he decided to ignore you,you decided to torment him further, hooking your fingers on the waistband of his sweats which he wore nothing under ,and g3 started Stuttering,"Uhmm...for lunch..t-today I had tteokbokki with..u-uhm fishcake.."

He tried pushing your hands away as he was blubbering random words now ,he didn't eat any of those stuff ,his mind was spiralling.After freeing his cock you slowly wrapped your hand around his half hard girth.

"Heesung oppa doesn't look too good," He quickly shook his head ears now a burning shade of red,"No no ..i-im good it's just so c-cold here I think my heater isn't working.

Lies.

Wrapping your mouth around his tip as you looked up at him with lazy eyes ,smirking around his tip ,he threw his head back and bit his lip,quickly remembering he was on live he made up and excuse.

"A-ah.... ouch engene,I keep hurting my toe on this toe..I'm g-good I promise,"

That's when you now full on took on his length deep in your throat ,playing with his balls.

"Engene I don't f-feel so well I think I'll go r-rest now,for the show tomorrow night,good night engene I love you all,"

He quickly disconnected the live ,looking back down at you and roughly pulled you back by you hair,eyes laced with something dark.

"You're a fucking menace and you are gonna regret doing that," He growled as a smirk plastered on his face.

Oh you messed up alright and you didn't regret it even a single bit.

#enhypen #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enha smut #jake sim #sunghoon #sunghoon smut #jake smut #lee heeseung #anon ask #heeseung smut

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rannie-moon · 2 months ago

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🩰 member dynamics!

❝ 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒚 ❞

heeseung + heran [ heeran ]

duo name : acez

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ contact names

heeseung : heeSeUNG [ no explanation needed ]

heran : dramatic lead no one casted [ because she acts like she's in a period drama, and doen't understand the concept of normal reactions ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they met through yeonjun, and at first heeseung said they were so awkward to the point where they couldn't be left alone. they'd just sit in silence waiting for someone to say something

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ when they found out that they would be on the survival show together heeseung said he felt more at ease knowing that she'd be there. heran said that she probably wouldn't have spoken to anyone at all if it wasn't for him

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ when it was announced that she would be debuting with them heeseung thanked the gods. it didn't take much for them to get along and he made sure to be by her side when they first debuted because of how nervous she was, and always reassured her

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ during shows he makes sure that she is comfortable and if she isn't, he makes sure to do something about it

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ if either of them is troubled with something, like practice or maybe there's just something bothering them then they talk to each other. the members usually go to either jay or heran for advice or just to rant because they're good listeners. their dynamic is just the cutest and fans love the familial bond that they have with each other

heeran does!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ therapy sessions

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ hugs before and after performances

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they have karaoke lives every two weeks

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran always finds herself laughing until she's on the floor whenever they have conversations in konglish/english

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heeseung always goes into immediate panic mode whenever he can't find her in crowds, only to see that she's next to him

"okay let's get to the—wait. where's heran?? OH MY GOD WHERE—oh."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're each other's hypeman/woman for literally anything. during games, performances, even when one of them is cooking

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're always bullying each other, and it got to the point where they got creative and started dissing each other with random rap battles

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they have mario kart battles too, but in the middle of the night. heran is a night owl so she's always awake, and heeseung's usually up playing league or something. it gets so noisy when they're playing, and jay despises them for it

"drop that shell I dare you—WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, HERAN?!"

"you're the one who said that I should do it!".

and jay hears and he's screaming at the top of his lungs. "CAN YOU TWO SHUT THE HELL UP? I WILL UNPLUG THAT CONSOLE, DON'T TEST ME!"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ nicknames

| heeseung [ seung-ah ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ it started off as a joke, more teasingly from heran when she dropped the honorifics to irritate him. he wasn't upset, just more concerned for her well-being because he genuinely thinks that she's the strangest person that he's ever met. the nickname caught on though and he warmed up to it

"testing, testing... 1, 2, 3."

"seung-ah your voice cracked on 2..."

"it's called vocal texture."

| heran [ cherry ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ it originated from a war crime. [ she choked on a cherry ]. it happened a few weeks after they met—so they were still super awkward around each other. they were chilling in the practice room, eating some snacks while talking and then she just started coughing

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heeseung was so confused, only to realise that she was choking, and like the idiot he is, he started violently hitting her back while screaming. trauma

"doesn't cherry look good today engenes? wait is that my jacket...?"

"uhm... no?"

jay + heran [ jayran ]

duo name : rockstarz

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ contact names

jay : jay park ( real ) [ she's a clown like that ]

heran : flight risk [ she threatens to run away for no reason ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ now this is a duo. do you know those dads that are completely against the idea of getting a dog, but the second they get the dog BAM!! inseparable? that's literally their relationship

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ at the beginning of i-land they were asked which trainees they wouldn't get along and he said heran. like heeseung, he was also a bit opposed idea to the idea of being a co-ed group, so he tried his hardest not to associate with her for most of the show. but then she cracked a joke and he started laughing, and when she noticed he played it off by coughing and walked away

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ you will never catch him dead admitting it, but he loves heran a lot. he shows her a lot of tough love, and they tease each other quite a bit but he's always smiling regardless

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ there are times where she'll fall asleep on the couch when she's exhausted and he'll walk past and shake his head and start complaining about how careless she is while covering her with a blanket

"everytime. she does this everytime. the least she could do is go to her room like a normal person."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ their shared love for their guitars needs to be studied. jay let her write her initials on one of his guitars, and she did the same—but specifically on the electric guitar that she used to produce shout out with

| jayran does!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ when jay is cooking, she'll sit on the counter and talk to him or annoy him but he loves that she keeps him company

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ jay often braids her hair, and whenever she compliments him or tells him that it looks good he brags to the members

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ when they're walking anywhere he makes sure that she's within arm's reach and prefers for her to walk next to him

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they loveeee going shopping together. just two rich besties spending hours at the mall

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they have their morning coffee sessions where she'll talk about her day, the wack dream she had and he'll just listen and sip his coffee. it's so entertaining for him too

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ nicknames

| jay [ jay oppa ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ okay, you might think that's it's boring and not technically a nickname but trust, it means a lot

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ jay is the only member that she willingly calls oppa—on camera, in the studio, in public. the company let her drop the honorifics because some fans would make it weird, but on occasion she'll let it slip for jay, and it makes him feel so special

he'd be showing off his jacket to the camera or something. "doesn't it just scream sophistication?"

and she'd be watching in slight disgust because wow. "is jay oppa showing off the jacket again? guys he's had it for a week already."

he'd just wave her off. "she's just jealous of my sophistication."

| heran [ princess ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ever since their weekly idol episode for their border: carnival comeback where the hosts introduced them as "princes". he got slightly irritated because it wasn't the first time that people had forgotten that heran is literally a girl

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ so to remind her that they don't see her as a man [ even if he does tease her sometimes ] he calls her "princess"

she'll be sitting in the waiting room during one of their photoshoots minding her business and he'd call her. "it's time for the group shots, princess."

jake + hailey [ jaliey ]

duo name : hoez... I'M JOKING [ kind of ] it's actually grammarz [ they're both constantly correcting everyone's grammar. they go wild on weverse bro, humbling engenes left and right ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ contact names

jake : stalker??? [ an inside joke from i-land ]

heran : walking lawsuit [ because she's always caught up in something unintentionally ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the duHOE. flirts of the century if you will. when jake heard that heran was from the u.s back in i-land he was sprinting at her because he needed a friend. they bonded over the fact that they both spoke english, but jake felt that she was the closest thing he had to home at the time

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're always doing some wack shit when they're together. they often go out together and heran is a homebody, but if jake asks her she'll go anywhere

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he wasn't confident during i-land or at the start of their career, but she was always there to help him and reassure him that he was making progress and doing a great job

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they like to tease each other, but not to the extreme of sunoo, heeseung and sunghoon. usually it's just jake shoving heran and her doing it back until they're going back and forth, falling into doors and stuff until jay breaks it up

| jailey does!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're always listening to music together and recommending songs to each other. they don't even vibe to songs normally, there has to be maximum movement and screaming

"dude, are you listening to this shit!" she'll scream, her hands on her head while he's running laps around the room

"I can't—wait! THAT BEAT DROP!!!"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they steal each other's jewellery like it's nobody's business. heran has quite a collection because she's obsessed with dainty jewellery. they're both tiffany and co ambassadors with sunghoon, so it makes sense

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're always having full-blown photography sessions. the members get so fed up when they're in public and jake and heran stop to take pictures

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they go to the park and play football together, riki as well

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they go to concerts together too. they were practically the main event when bruno mars came to seoul

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they love copying each other's accents

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ stealing each other's phones just to take selfies and make it their wallpapers

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ nicknames

| jake [ jakey ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ there's no special meaning behind this unfortunately, it's just really funny. it happened during a fancall, and sadly for jake it was one of those... and the fan called him "jakey" in what she thought was cute

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ but naurrrr. it became a running joke within the group, especially to heran who was sitting right next to him during that fancall. he tried so hard not to react but she literally rolled off her chair laughing

she'll be monitoring him during a photoshoot. "doesn't jakey look good engenes? oh... now he's biting his lip again, someone throw something at him!"

| heran [ lily ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ there's nothing special about this either. he just heard her mom call her this one time and couldn't foe the life of him let it go

"lily and I went thrifting yesterday, we got some crazy good stuff. seriously, she found this vintage lighting mcqueen t-shirt."

sunghoon + heran [ hoonran ]

duo name : visualz

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ contact names

sunghoon : mirror enthusiast [ he checks his reflection more than he breathes ]

heran : brat noona [ she's younger than him but has the audacity of an older sister ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ it's absolute chaos when these two are together. you'd think that because they're both introverts that it'd be quiet enough to hear a pin drop but noooooo. these mfs don't shut up

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ it all went downhill when heran said that he was "okay looking" during i-land. he tried to bring it up with her and she was like "I said what I said" and he took that shit personal

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're always screaming and for what? when they're together they genuinely can't laugh at a normal volume, it's impossible

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ sunghoon was pretty awkward around her at first because that's just how he is, but that only gave her even more leverage to make fun of him

"I asked you how practice is going for the evaluation, why are you sweating buckets?"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he was so scared of her during i-land because she was super intimidating, and when he got to know her he said he had every right to be. they share everything, I'm talking water bottles, food, clothes, you name it

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran doesn't like the fact that sunghoon is so insecure about himself so she does everything she can to prove him wrong—she's always there when he needs a pick-me up and he does the same for her

| hoonran does!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ sunghoon always gives her piggy back rides, not even willingly. they'll just be walking and she'll run up behind him and jump on his back

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they have these random moments of eye contact where they just stare at each other in silence [ to assert dominance of course ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they jump up and down before performances as a way to get rid of their nerves

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're always poking each other too for some reason

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they give each other back-rubs if one of them isn't feeling well

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ awkward pats on the back

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ nicknames

| sunghoon [ hoon ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ what if I told you that she had this nickname clocked before the rest of the fandom? what if I told you that she was the founder? what if I told you that he told her to call him "hoon" more often?

"hoon! help me, this bag is so heavy!"

"it's literally just three sandwiches... what the hell is your problem?"

| heran [ moonie ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ what if I told you that he actually put so much thought into this nickname? what I told you it's because a fan said that heran reminded them of the sun and he disagreed wholeheartedly? what if I told you that he spent 5 minutes on that fan call telling that engene why heran is the perfect depiction of the moon, because regardless of her dull moments she's still shining?

"do you guys know that moonie doesn't know when to shut up?"

| sunoo + heran [ ranoo ]

duo name : bubblez

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ contact names

sunoo : professional instigator [ he starts shit and then watches from the side ]

heran : braincell thief [ he loses iq points whenever she speaks ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ you know those best friends that are always glaring at each other or side-eyeing when they see something that they're definitely gonna talk about later? yeah, that's them

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ when they met during i-land, sunoo immediately gave heran a hug because he could tell that they were going to be great friends

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're literally partners in crime. they're always ganging up on the members, and bro don't even get me started when they're paired up together for games

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they have a lot of harmless banter but always hug it out

"I'm sorry that I said you do your skincare as if you were preparing for cremation," she'd say.

"and I'm sorry that I said that at least people would come to my funeral."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ sunoo makes sure that heran doesn't compare herself to anyone else, and reminds her that they wouldn't have the group any other way and that without her it wouldn't be the same

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran always tells him that he's just as important as everyone else, and that she'll choke him if he says that he isn't

| ranoo does!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they usually do their skincare together and use it as an excuse to gossip without the members listening

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ whispering to each other from across the room because they can't wait till later

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they share immediate eye contact when they see something they're going to talk about later. seriously, imagine these two at award shows. the fans wanna know what they're talking about! like, share with the class!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ endless eye rolls

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ backhanded comments

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they love going to cafes and restaurants together and try to make it a weekly outing

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're always tackling each other into hugs instead of hugging like normal people

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ nicknames

| sunoo [ noonie ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ blame the aegyo. she lost around on en-o'clock [ which is super rare ] and her punishment was to do aegyo for sunoo. we prefer not to talk about it...

"I love you noonie!"

| heran [ leader-nim ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ during dimension: dilemma era when she was helping them with the choreography it slipped once to tease her. but then dimension: answer hit and this girl had them running in circles before practice, she made them stay after recording sessions, and even directed them for certain shots during music video shoots. jungwon found it hilarious and let sunoo lead with it

"okay, you're doing great but sunoo can you open up your body a bit more?" she'd say during practice and he'd just roll his eyes.

"yes leader-nim. jungwon she's coming for your job, I suggest you put up a fight "

jungwon + heran [ hewon ]

duo name : soulmatez

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ contact names

jungwon : dictator lite™ (loml) [ he's strict with the other members, but let's her get away with everything ]

heran : let bro sleep (loml) [ he's convinced that she runs on 3 hours of sleep ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ them. soulmates. from the second they locked eyes when heran made her entrance into the i-land building. heeseung pointed out that jungwon did taekwondo too and she jokingly raised her fists with the most breathtaking smile he'd ever seen

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ red string theory. heran had won every taekwondo match she's taken part in since the age of 5. but there was one where she tied—and that person she sparred with just happened to be jungwon. she was so upset at the time, they were 14, and they had each other's names on their trophies and everything. then at the end of i-land she ended up tying with someone again—jungwon! YUP!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they were in the same class throughout high-school as well, and jungwon had a thing for her but she didn't know who he was. he was out here secretly trying to give her valentines day gifts before they were even on the survival show, staring at her whenever he could and she was oblivious

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran thinks he's adorable and she loves it when he gets flustered

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they do everything together. they're always looking at each other with so much love and admiration. it makes your heart melt. at first, jungwon was super shy around her, but it didn't take long for them to get comfortable

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they fall into complete comfort just at the sight of each other. it's so cute that it's aggravating

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ jungwon prefers to go to heran for advice because they're the same age, and because he feels like she makes talking about things so much easier. the members say that often when they wake him up, he isn't in his bed and find him passed out in heran's bed

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ at some point heran felt that she was too dependent on jungwon [ she has really bad anxiety ] but he told her that it was the same for him

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're just so wholesome and they're always touching in some way. holding hands, hugging, cuddling, playing with each other's hair, holding pinkies, heran's leg on jungwon's lap, the list goes on

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ you know when your crush says that you look good in something, so you make it your mission to wear it more often? yeah, they're the epitome of that

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran said that jungwon looked really good with necklaces on, like dainty silver chains. HA! this boy makes sure that he's wearing a silver chain just so that she can see. during the dark : blood era it was like she was in heat every time she was around him. bro said that she liked his shoulders, HE MADE IT HIS MISSION TO TAKE HIS JACKET OFF WHENEVER HE COULD!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she started working out a lot at some point to release stress, he saw how toned her arms were and said, "if I had arms like that I'd never wear a shirt". ha ha ha!! she only wears black spaghetti straps at home now. there was a moment on live that fans constantly talk about, it was during the time when heran only wore baggier clothes, she lifted her arms and her stomach showed. MY BOY WAS SWEATING BULLETS!! engenes were going crazy but he was going CRAZIER!! so to tease him every so often she'll "casually" lift her shirt with the excuse that it's too hot outside

| hewon does!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ skin ship. skin ship. skin ship.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they have just dance battles when they're free or have time off

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ late night walks. it started a few months after border : carnival where they'd go out to the park, but then it became routine

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ sharing airpods hehe

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they love love loveeee making playlists for each other! it's actually heran's love language, seeing as she's such a music fanatic.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran's playlist for jungwon—my won and only

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ jungwon's playlist for heran—that feeling when : heran

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're always falling asleep on each other too, which is normal

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ separation anxiety. not even in a cute way. nah they genuinely start tweaking if they're away from the other for too long

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they have reassuring hand squeezes because they're wholesome like that

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they have matching necklaces!! because of heran's tiffany and co ambassadorship, they gifted the group some custom necklaces with their initials BUT she has jungwon's and he has hers

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she is obsessed with his dimples!! she loves poking them and just telling him how cute they are

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they have a handshake. of course they have one ugh. they do it before performances, and it's the most disgustingly cute thing ever.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they have inside jokes galore to the point where you just have to let them have their moment and accept the fact that nobody else matters to them

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ nicknames

| jungwon [ wonie ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ nothing much behind this besides the fact that it's cute. it had a nice ring to it and she grew rather attached to it

"wonie, baby, what the hell are you doing?"

| heran [ rannie, angel ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he wanted them to have matching nicknames that's all. and he preferres to call hers a "term of endearment" because it means that there was more love behind it

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he calls her angel because... because you need to experience it for yourself. this isn't even a plug for the book, it's a, "you just had to be there" moment, okay! no amount of explanation can do it justice

she'll just be doing the bare minimum for real. even before they were officially a couple, like compliment him or give him something. and he'd say, "thank you, angel." RAHHHH!

riki + heran [ heri ]

duo name : troublez

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ contact names

riki : nonchalant demon child [ no explanation needed ]

heran: 5'7 but scary [ self explanatory ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ baby 1 and baby 2, but only around evah other. out of all the boys during i-land, riki was the only trainee that she willingly approached. he was super confused when she started speaking to him in japanese—he started looking around the room in complete panic. but when she complimented him the second time, he managed to respond

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ despite only being a year apart, they have their dynamic where they're always making fun of everyone and laughing at their own memes and videos

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran is the number 1 riki protector and always makes sure that he's okay whether it be in public or at the dorm. they're always taking pictures together and were dubbed the 'photography duo' because they're usually in charge of taking the pictures that get uploaded on social media

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he's still young so she tries her best with him, mothering him and whatnot. jungwon is borderline jealous of him for this and riki loves to tease him, especially during vlives, he'll go over to heran and put his head on her shoulder and she'll start to play with his hair and riki will just give the most diabolical laugh known to man

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he can't pull his nonchalant act with her. it doesn't fucking work! he'll try to be all mysterious and shit and she'll look at him and bro is GONE.

she made a point about it and was like, "I remember when you used to beg me to let you sleep on my bed. now you don't even want to sit with me."

he was like pfffft as if. "I'm not 16 anymore so yeah I guess."

SHE STARTED TWEAKING. "oh? so you don't love me anymore? just say so! no need to act all tough you big baby."

he left the room but he felt SO BADDD!! two minutes later he's back with his pillow, telling her to move over. she's like hmmm suspicious but let's him because she's a wonderful person. NONCHALANT MY ASS! THIS MF HIT HER WITH THE "wow, so you're not going to hold me? I should be asking you if you even love me anymore."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're called troublez for a reason. if any of the members would be criminals, it'd be them

| heri does!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ just like her and heeseung do karaoke lives every two weeks, her and riki do dance jam lives

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they love choreographing together. and since heran is the group's dance leader, she tries to include riki as much as possible because he deserves it. she's always asking for his opinions and ideas

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they play rock paper scissors to decide everything. and when I say everything, I mean EVERYTHING. the most noticeable case is during award show speeches. usually riki will say something for the japanese fans because he's JAPANASE! but he hates speaking bruh so he'll ask heran to fight it out with him. imagine, the members are standing professionally while jungwon is delivering his speech and these two mfs are fighting it out at the back! playing rock paper scissors as if it were a life or death situation, nearly breaking out into an argument ON STAGE

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they often go sightseeing together. when they're on tour or shooting something then they'll be the first members to leave the hotel

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran calls him "cutie" when he was a teenager he was okay with it and then once again the nonchalant epidemic changed things. he gets soooo flustered

"hey cutie. are you ready for your solo shoot?" she'll ask causally and he'd just let out the biggest sigh ever and nod, avoiding eye contact. "aw he's shy. engenes, riki's shyyyy."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're always analysing their performances and dance practices together. they'll stay after practice to go over everything with their performance director

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ when he's tired, riki will straight up just flop down on her. she'd just be relaxing and he'd lay on top of her, silently hoping that she'd get the hint and run her fingers through his hair

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he spends quite a bit of time in heran's studio to watch her. he'll make himself comfortable on her couch, with some pillows and snacks and just listen to her work. he loves the atmosphere

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she's the first person he goes to when he has a question

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ riki always has an idea for heran. he'll go to her and drop the craziest idea for a song with the most honest look in his eyes. "noona, hear me out." she listens to him of course and appreciates his creativity but wtf are "power rangers with robot dinosaurs in space" supposed to sound like?

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ nicknames

| riki [ ki ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ don't be fooled by how cute this is, she has an entire list of names she'd call him just to clown him. rikster, riki minaj, riko—but to be nice she'll stick to ki because it's more socially acceptable

"ki, can you stay after practice for a bit please? I need your help with something."

| heran [ sensei-noona ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ I wish this was a joke. he said that heran is practically his mentor, and has taught him so much and therefore pulled the 'sensei' card, but for the life of him, he couldn't drop the honorifics

"I've been going to the gym with noona a lot recently. she's been helping me, sensei-noona is a workout pro."

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Icy: Christmas

Mapi León x Ingrid Engen x Teen!Reader

Summary: Christmas with Tontos

You stare at yourself in the mirror, fiddling with the cuff of your stupid Christmas jumper.

Mapi got it for you to match her and Ingrid's own stupid ones.

She'd called it a family set.

A family set.

You look down at it in the mirror, watching the googly eyes of the baby Brussel sprout shake a little in time with your breathing.

Mapi had bestowed Ingrid with the Mummy Sprout while she took the Daddy Sprout even as she ranted and raved about it being so straight and so annoying.

But you stare at yourself in the mirror now, in your ugly Christmas jumper from Mapi and an old pair of Ingrid's pyjama bottoms after your own started getting holes in them.

A family set.

You don't think you've ever been given a family set of anything before, let alone ever actually worn it.

Your parents usually summoned you to their side for Christmas, to attend whatever Christmas parties they had planned so you could smile and talk to whoever they deemed were on the up and up at the time, hoping to get in with them before they were unapproachable again.

Your parents had fingers in every major market they could get into, worming their ways to whoever was powerful and rich and had enough influence to help them in ways you never quite understood.

You're part of that plan. You've always been part of that plan.

But not this year.

Either they've decided not to go about their usual plan (doubtful) or whatever meetings they've got planned excludes under-eighteens (more likely).

But this has never happened before.

You've always been part of their plans, unwilling as you've always been but now you feel adrift without your familiar routine.

Staring at yourself in the mirror in Ingrid's pyjama bottoms and the stupid jumper Mapi bought and thought of you.

A knock on your doorframe startles you and you nearly jump out of your skin, making eye contact with Ingrid through your reflections in the mirror.

"You doing okay? Mapi's yelled for you twice now."

Your face heats up and you tear your eyes from the mirror so you can't see the red colour you're slowly turning. You look at Ingrid properly now, facing her as she wears her Mummy Sprout jumper.

"Sorry...I...er, I was just thinking."

"Good thoughts?"

"Just...thoughts."

Ingrid smiles at you fondly. "Well, can you take a moment away from those thoughts? Because Mapi wants to open a present."

"It's Christmas Eve," You say, allowing Ingrid to guide you into the living room where Mapi was inspecting the pile of presents under the tree," Aren't you meant to wait until Christmas Day to open presents?"

"We can do things our own way," Ingrid says dismissively," Make up our own family traditions."

There's that word again.

Family.

You have a family back home, kind of. You think. You have a family in the traditional sense. You had a mother and a father and they kept you fed and watered and made sure you always had a roof over your head.

You were a family in the traditional sense. Sure, they never came to your matches and were rarely around the house but they did the important things like making sure you didn't go hungry and always had no clothes when you needed them.

That had to count for something.

That had to show you were a family in some way.

But you had a family with Mapi and Ingrid too.

They made you dinner after a long day at training and made sure you had all of your schoolwork ready to be handed in. They got you a pet lizard, your handsome boy Toast who was your favourite boy in the world. They gave you soft pats and high fives and big hugs at any moment of the day.

All you needed to do was ask and sometimes when you didn't ask.

But always when you needed it.

Like now as Ingrid pulls you into her side on the sofa while Mapi plucks a present from the pile.

"It's from us," She says with one of the big grins she always gets when she's excited," Open it! Open it!"

It's clearly been wrapped by Mapi, a little messy but with so much love.

"Go on," Ingrid says," Don't keep us waiting."

You don't know why your hands are shaking as your tear open the wrapping paper. You don't know why you feel so choked up about everything. You don't know why your heart beats with some strange emotion as you glance at Mapi and Ingrid's smiling faces.

"It was difficult to find something to get you," Mapi starts talking, like she always does, and it settles your nerves, like it always does," Because you can easily buy yourself what you want, whenever you want."

"Oh..." You say, looking down at the gift in your hand," I'm sorry I made it difficult."

"It's not your fault," Ingrid says, gently rubbing your arm and allowing you to relax into her steady body next to you," But we think we managed to get you something better than anything we could buy you."

It feels like a book as you unwrap the paper.

You guess, in a sense, it is.

But, if you were to be specific, it was a photo album.

Your hands are still shaking as you open it, throat bobbing as you slip the pages.

"And that's us at the water park we took you to during the summer! And that's us when we went to that cat café! And this is the day we brought Toast home! And...You're crying. Oh...We've made you cry. Ingrid, we made her cry."

"Good tears, Mapi," Ingrid says, tucking you into her shoulder so you can keep at least a shred of your dignity," Happy tears. She's happy."

"Very happy," You choke out," So happy. Thank you."

"There's space at the back as well," Ingrid says to you," For next year and all the things we do then."

"Yeah," You say, wiping your tears," Thank you."

"You don't need to keep saying thank you," Mapi says," We're all family here."

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