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[itneverendshere]

omg omg i’m completely inlove with bartender reader and rafe!! what if the reader saves up her money to get rafe something special as a just because gift, something to show that shes grateful for him or maybe handmade some gift for him

it hits different 'cause it's you - r.c

pairing: rafe x pogue!reader (bartender!reader universe) word count: 2.5k

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Between the country club, side gigs, and saving every extra penny, you’d finally done it. You had something for Rafe.

You turned the little bracelet over in your hands, the silver chain glinting in the dim light of your bedroom. It felt kind of ridiculous at first—getting him a gift. Rafe could buy whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. But that wasn’t the point. This was your first birthday together, and you wanted to give him something that came from you.

Something that showed him you were grateful for everything he’d done. Because even though you’d heard all the stories about how terrible he could be—and you’d seen flashes of it sometimes—he’d always been different with you. Softer, quieter, like everything around him softened when it was just the two of you. You didn’t need the flashy gifts or the five-star dinners, though he insisted on both.

You needed him. The Rafe you knew when it was just the two of you sitting in his truck by the beach, laughing over nothing.

A handmade bracelet, not flashy but personal. You’d saved up for the silver chain, a simple one but still nice. But the charms? Those were the important part. Tiny reminders of things you’d shared: a little compass for those late-night drives home where you’d just get lost on purpose, a wave for the time he dragged you out surfing (even though you had no idea what you were doing), and a tiny heart because, well, obvious reasons. 

You didn’t care if he thought it was dumb.

You’d spent weeks working on it between shifts, sneaking away to the little craft store on the mainland to find the perfect pieces. It wasn’t expensive, but it had you in it—your time, your memories, your effort. And you hoped that was enough.

You’d been nervous all day, counting down the minutes until you could finally give it to him. Rafe had picked you up after work, his grin lighting up the parking lot, and now the two of you were sitting on the hood of his truck, the ocean breeze cool against your skin. His birthday dinner had been perfect, of course—he'd made sure of that.

He’d insisted on this little restaurant by the beach, his favorite, and the sunset view had been unreal, like something out of a movie. But you’d been quiet.

He nudged you with his shoulder. “What’s up? You’ve been acting weird all night.”

You fumbled with the zipper of your purse, pulling out the small, wrapped box. “I… I got you something.”

Rafe’s eyebrows shot up. “For me?”

“No, for the other guy I’m sitting on a truck with,” you teased, nerves bubbling up. “Yeah, for you.”

He smirked, shaking his head. “You didn’t have to get me anything, you know.”

“I know. But I wanted to.”

Rafe carefully unwrapped the box, pulling out the bracelet. He held it up, the charms catching the light. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, and your heart sank, wondering if he thought it was cheap or lame compared to everything he was used to.

But then he looked at you, his blue eyes soft and serious in a way that made your chest tighten. “You made this?”

“Yeah,” you said quietly, twisting your hands in your lap. “It’s nothing crazy. Just, uh, little things that remind me of us.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, just turned the bracelet over in his fingers, tracing the charms. Then, without a word, he slipped it onto his wrist, the silver chain looking a little out of place next to his expensive watch. 

“You can wear as a keychain if you want— or, I dunno, maybe keep it somewhere. You don’t have to wear it,” you added quickly, the words tumbling out in a rush before you could stop them.

You felt stupid. Of course he wasn’t going to wear it, not with all his designer clothes and luxury watches.

But Rafe didn’t even flinch. He glanced down at his wrist, then back at you, “I want to wear it.”

You blinked. “You don’t have to just because I gave it to you.”

“Course I do.”

Your cheeks felt warm, and you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, not sure what to say next.

Rafe just grinned, like he could read your mind or something.

“What?” he asked, nudging you again with his shoulder. “You think I wouldn’t like it?”

“I mean…You wear designer everything. This is… it’s kinda cheap compared to that.”

He gave a small laugh, shaking his head. “Cheap doesn’t mean it’s not special. You made it, and that’s what I care about.” He paused, then added softly, “It’s from you. That’s what matters.”

Your heart did this little flip in your chest, and you had to bite back the stupid smile spreading across your face. “You’re serious?”

“Of course I’m serious. This is us.” He held up his wrist, the bracelet catching the fading light from the sunset. “Every charm means something, right?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, suddenly feeling shy. “I just… I didn’t want you to feel like I couldn’t give you something better.”

He turned fully toward you, his hands gently cupping your face.

“Better? Baby, no. This is perfect. No one’s ever given me something like this before.” He kissed your forehead, and you felt yourself melt a little bit. “I don’t need ‘better’ or more expensive shit. I’ve got enough of that. I need this.”

You leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body, the steady rise and fall of his chest under your cheek. It was hard to wrap your head around the fact that someone like Rafe—who could literally have anything—wanted something as simple as a handmade bracelet. But he did. And it made your heart ache in the best way.

“I’m glad you like it,” you whispered, resting your hand on his chest.

“I don’t just like it. I love it,” he said, his voice soft. Then, as if he could feel how much this moment meant to you, he added, “And I love you.”

That did it. 

Your stomach fluttered, and you couldn’t help but smile, that big, stupid, giddy smile you only got when you were with him. “I love you too,” you whispered, like you were saying it for the first time all over again.

Rafe kissed you, slow and sweet, and it felt like time had stopped for a moment—just you, him, and the sound of the ocean in the background.

When he pulled back, he glanced down at the bracelet on his wrist again and smiled. “I’m never takin’ this off, you know.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Okay, let’s not get crazy.”

But he just smirked and kissed the top of your head. “No, I mean it. This? It’s a part of us now.”

“Not even when you shower?”

You could feel his shit-eating grin against your temple, “You thinkin’ about me showering?”

You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks burned as you tried to keep a straight face. "Shut up," you muttered.

“That’s not what you were sayin’—”

“Okayyyy,” You interrupted pushing his chest away, “We get it.”

You turned your face away, hiding your grin as he laughed, that deep, rumbling sound that always made your heart skip a beat. Being with Rafe was like that—playful and intense all at once, always keeping you on your toes but making you feel safe in a way you hadn’t expected.

“You’re ridiculous,” you said, shaking your head as you tried to sound exasperated, though the smile on your face gave you away.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his arm wrapping around you tighter. For a moment, the two of you just sat there in comfortable silence, the waves crashing softly in the background, the air cool but not cold. Everything felt easy in moments like this. Just you and him.

“I’m serious though,” Rafe said, his voice quieter now, more thoughtful. “No one’s ever done anythin’ like this for me before. You don’t even know how much it means.”

His fingers absentmindedly traced the bracelet again, like he still couldn’t believe it was his.

Your heart swelled a little, knowing that something as simple as a handmade gift could mean so much to someone like him. Rafe had everything—money, cars, houses. But maybe, in some weird way, he needed something that couldn’t be bought. Something that came from you.

“I’m glad,” you whispered, feeling your throat tighten with emotion. “I just… I wanted you to know that I see you, you know? Not just all the surface stuff.”

Rafe was quiet for a moment, his hand finding yours and giving it a squeeze. “You do. You really do.”

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his in the dim light. And in that moment, it hit you how much he’d become a part of your life, how much he’d broken down those walls you didn’t even know you’d put up.

“I’m not taking it off,” he repeated, more serious this time, like he needed you to believe it.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Okay, Rafe. Whatever you say.”

The bracelet, the moment, this night—it was more than just a gift.

“You’re still givin’ me birthday sex, right?”

You groaned, but you couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out, “Seriously? I pour my heart out, and this is where you go?”

He grinned that mischievous, cocky grin of his—the one that made your stomach flip even when you pretended to be annoyed.

“What? I’m just saying, it is my birthday, after all.” His voice dropped, teasing, playful, the way it always got when he was trying to push your buttons.

You shoved his shoulder, pretending to be all serious, but he just caught your wrist, pulling you closer until your forehead rested against his.

“You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Yeah,” he murmured, his lips brushing yours, “But you love me anyway.”

You smiled, your heart doing that stupid flutter thing again. “Unfortunately.”

“Unfortunately?” he raised an eyebrow, looking all mock offended, but there was that softness in his eyes again—the one he only ever let you see.

You kissed him before he could say anything else, slow and sweet, letting the teasing fall away for just a second.

And when you pulled back, you whispered, “Of course I love you. Birthday sex or not.”

Rafe chuckled, his hands slipping down to your ass, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

You tried to glare, but the way his thumb was tracing circles on your lower back made it hard to keep up the act. “I don’t have to admit anything.” You leaned in close, your lips brushing his ear. “But maybe... if you’re lucky..”

Rafe’s breath hitched just a little, and it sent a thrill down your spine. You loved this—having him wrapped around your finger. He always lost it when you played the game right back.

"Now who's teasing’?" he murmured, his lips grazing your neck, leaving little kisses that made it hard to keep your thoughts straight.

"You started it," you whispered back, your fingers finding the edge of his collar, tugging him closer until there was barely any space left between you.

Your legs ended up draped over his, and you could feel his hands on your thighs, warm and familiar, as you settled deeper into his lap. His lips traced your jaw, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every second of this, and your head tilted back instinctively, giving him more room.

God, he knew exactly how to make you melt without even trying.

Rafe’s hands slid down to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin. He always knew how to make you feel like you were the only thing that mattered. “You’re gonna drive me insane,” he muttered, his lips brushing yours but not quite kissing you yet. 

You leaned into him, your hands sliding up to rest on his chest as he finally kissed you. His hand came up to hold the side of your face, his thumb brushing your cheek in that gentle way that made you flutter. He tilted his head slightly, angling the kiss, like he was savoring every second he had you this close. You kissed him back just as slowly, letting yourself get lost in it. 

The kiss was deliberate, slow, like he wanted to memorize the way your lips moved against his, the taste of you, the quiet sighs you couldn’t hold back. His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you just a little closer, deepening the kiss as his other hand traced gentle circles along your thigh.

“Y’know I’m crazy about you, right?” he murmured against your lips.

You nodded, your heart doing that annoying thing again. “Yeah. Happy birthday, baby.”

He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his fingers still tracing lazy circles on your leg.

Then, in the same casual tone he used when asking about what to eat for dinner, he said, “You know, you should make the same bracelets for our kids when we have them.”

Your brain screeched to a stop.

Wait, what?

You blinked up at him, your heart skipping a beat for a completely different reason now. “I’m sorry, what?”

He grinned like he didn’t just casually drop the most insane statement ever. “I’m serious. Like, one day when we have kids—you should make them little bracelets like this. It'll be a thing.”

You stared at him, trying to wrap your head around what he just said. “Rafe, we’ve been together, what… less than a year? And you’re already talking about kids?”

He shrugged, completely unfazed by the shock on your face. “Yeah, why not? I can see it, y’know? You, me, little mini-us running around—driving us crazy. It’d be fun.”

You blinked again, your mind still catching up.

Kids? Your kids? Together? You tried to picture it for a second—little versions of Rafe, with his mischievous ways and messy hair, running around. 

“Wait, hold up—you want kids with me?”

 “Yeah.”

“Plural?”

He shrugged like it was no big deal. “Yeah. A few. Maybe more.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “A few? Oh my God, you’re insane.”

He smirked, looking way too pleased with himself.

“What, you can’t picture it? I bet they’d have your eyes. Or my attitude. Definitely my attitude.”

“Great, that���s exactly what the world needs.”

He chuckled, pulling you closer, “Not, like, tomorrow. But one day. You’d be a great mom, don’t act like you haven’t thought about it.”

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. “Okay, maybe once. Can we just get through your birthday first?”

“Fine, fine. But just so you know, when the time comes, you’re making all of them little bracelets.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “I’ll consider it... if they don’t take after you too much.”

“Oh, they will. And you’re gonna love every second of it.”

[faithfulren]

surprise gift

in a quiet evening at the dorm, katsuki bakugo surprises you with a thoughtful, handmade gift.

----

it was a quiet evening, and the setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink. you were lounging in the dorm, a comfortable silence enveloping you. katsuki bakugo, your boyfriend, had been unusually secretive lately, often disappearing for hours on end. you had no idea what he was up to, but you trusted him.

you were reading a book when you heard the door creak open. katsuki stepped into the room, his hands behind his back, a nervous yet determined look on his face. "hey, got a minute?" he asked, his voice a bit gruffer than usual.

you closed your book, curiosity piqued. "of course, what's up?"

he took a deep breath, stepping closer. "I made something for you," he said, his eyes avoiding yours as he brought his hands forward, revealing a small, intricately crafted wooden box. the craftsmanship was impeccable, with delicate carvings of your favorite flowers and a tiny heart subtly engraved on the lid.

your eyes widened in surprise and admiration. "katsuki, this is beautiful.. you made this..?"

he nodded, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "yeah, took me a while, but.. i wanted to make something special for you. open it."

with trembling hands, you lifted the lid of the box, revealing a delicate silver bracelet nestled inside. the bracelet had a single charm in the shape of a small explosion, a nod to katsuki's quirk, and a tiny heart next to it. it was simple yet perfect, a symbol of his strength and his affection for you.

tears of happiness welled up in your eyes as you looked at him. "katsuki, this is… I don't even know what to say. it's perfect. thank you."

he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable with the emotional display but also relieved that you liked it. "yeah, well, don't get all sappy on me now. just wanted you to have something that shows how much you mean to me."

you stood up and closed the distance between you, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a tender kiss. he responded immediately, his arms encircling your waist, pulling you closer. the kiss was soft and sweet, filled with the unspoken words of love and appreciation.

when you finally pulled back, you rested your forehead against his, your heart swelling with love. "i love it, katsuki. and i love you."

he smirked, his confidence returning. "damn right you do. and i love you too, more than anything."

you spent the rest of the evening together, the bracelet glimmering on your wrist as a constant reminder of his thoughtfulness and love. katsuki's tough exterior might be intimidating to others, but you knew the soft, caring heart that lay beneath, and you cherished every moment you shared with him.

--

as the night grew darker and you both settled into bed, katsuki pulled you close, his arms wrapped protectively around you. you sighed contentedly, feeling safe and loved in his embrace. the handmade gift was more than just a bracelet, it was a testament to his love, a promise of his dedication, and a symbol of the special bond you shared.

and as you drifted off to sleep, you couldn't help but feel incredibly grateful for the surprise gift and the man who had given it to you.

[aventurineswife]

Is it getting sent? Its not? Just trying in case. I sent the same thing twice because i thought it didnt send..my internet is just bad, anyways in case it wasnt sent, in case you want an idea, my idea is to knit a sweater to them while they are on a work trip and their reaction to that once they are back.

“Both your hands in the hole of my sweater” | Part 1

Summary: While your partner is away on a work trip, you, as their beloved partner, spent the time knitting them a sweater. Upon their return, they’re met with the surprise of a handmade gift.

Tags: Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Sweet Gestures, Knitting, Work Trip, Homecoming, Surprise Gift, Cozy Moments, Light Romance.

A/N: DON'T WORRY ANON!! I GOT YOUR REQUEST AND IT HAPPENS SOMETIMES!😭 BUT TY FOR THE REQUEST, ITS SO CUTEE!! 🤭 HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!🫶 KEEP THEM COMING!! I LOVE WRITING AND READING ABOUT THEM🤭

Part 2, Part 3

Blade

When Blade returned, he found a neatly wrapped box on the table, a card with his name written in elegant strokes beside it. He stared at it for a while, the ordinary sight feeling so foreign in his chaos-filled world. Carefully, he picked up the card, reading your short, heartfelt note.

Inside, folded with care, was a dark sweater, thick and soft to the touch, the colors subtly resembling the night sky. His fingers brushed over the stitches, a strange warmth spreading through him as he realized you'd made this by hand, stitch by careful stitch.

Later, when you found him, he was wearing the sweater, silent but eyes warm. "You don’t… have to keep doing things like this." he murmured, almost unsure how to express the mix of comfort and gratitude he felt.

But you only smiled, reaching to fix the collar. "I want to." Blade looked down, hiding a small, softened smile. In that moment, something in him felt less fractured.

Sampo Koski

Sampo was a lot of things, but genuinely speechless wasn’t usually one of them. When he saw the sweater, though, his usual charm faltered for a moment.

“Ohhh, look at this!” He held it up, the color and style fitting his flair perfectly. “Did you really make this? Just for me? You sure you weren’t thinking of another guy?” he teased, winking, but there was an unusual warmth in his tone.

“Try it on, Sampo.” you insisted, playfully rolling your eyes.

He did, grinning widely as he adjusted it. "Well, look at me, all cozy and stylish! This is priceless! I’ll bet this sweater’s gonna get me some deals. And, hey, it even makes me look extra trustworthy!” He spun dramatically, though he couldn’t quite hide his flustered expression as he pulled you into a spontaneous hug. “Thanks, sunshine. Gotta admit, it feels nice knowing someone’s thinking of me.”

Gepard Landau

Gepard was more than surprised to find a package waiting for him when he returned from his post. Unwrapping it, he found a perfectly tailored sweater, every stitch immaculate and precise. He touched it, admiring the way the thick, warm material felt against his calloused hands.

When he saw you, he was already wearing it. “I… I can’t thank you enough for this,” he said, looking down slightly. "It must have taken you a long time."

“Not as long as you’re worth.” you said, smiling as he blushed.

He cleared his throat, his usually stoic face softening. “You know, we don’t… often have people who think of us like this,” he murmured, his voice a mix of appreciation and humility. “But I promise to keep this safe. And warm.”

Aventurine

Aventurine returned from his business trip a bit weary but still grinning. When he saw the sweater you’d left for him, he smirked, instantly recognizing the effort and thought that went into every fiber.

“Treasure, did you really make this for me? Oh, you’re a gambler with your time, aren’t you?” he teased, slipping the sweater on. He admired himself in the mirror, watching the way it fit just right, from the shoulders down to the sleeve length.

You watched as his fingers lightly traced the stitches. "Only for you.” you replied, enjoying his pleased expression.

He winked, slipping an arm around you. “I knew I made a winning investment choosing you.” With a chuckle, he whispered, “I’ll be showing off this masterpiece everywhere. It’s my lucky charm now.”

Sunday

Sunday returned home after the festival, exhausted yet tranquil. When he found the sweater waiting for him, neatly folded and smelling faintly of lavender, he was deeply touched. His fingers gently traced over the knitting, imagining you working on it alone, stitch by careful stitch.

When he finally slipped it on, he felt a warmth far beyond the wool’s soft embrace—a warmth he rarely felt, a moment of peace. "Thank you." he whispered, though he’d yet to see you.

Later, when you returned, he was still wearing it, his serene smile brighter than ever. "This… this is like a dream." he murmured, as if speaking to himself. He drew you close, his arms encircling you as he let himself feel a bit of reality’s warmth, away from the dream he often clung to.

[zeedist]

LEAF SPROUT .ᐟ — ALHAITHAM

handmade gift﹕you crochet a little gift for your boyfriend. sfw !! fem!reader x alhaitham, academic setting, short + sweet. word count: 0.7k proofread: yup.

“What’s that?”

You feel Alhaitham’s ashy hair brushing the sensitive skin of your neck as he rests his head on your shoulder, eyes looking at the bundle of matcha yarn in your hands. He bends down so far it almost seems ridiculously uncomfortable, but the need to feel you skin to skin outweighs everything —he's missed you too much during the day, none of your lessons aligning in the morning. 

“Oh, it’s a little leaf!” 

Squinting his eyes, he tries to make out the shape of the so-called 'little leaf' but all he sees is a ball of tangled string. Had you been ripped off again? With his chin resting on you, his voice sounds funny as he mumbles, “It looks cheap. Where did you buy it?'"

“I... I made it,” you say slowly. “For you.”

You can feel him tensing up, as if someone dumped cold water on him. His hands placing on the side of your arms, head lifting and peeking closer. Alhaitham tries, racks through his brain to come up with anything to make this better, but he is an awful liar. 

“It is... Quite... Fun-shaped.”

The more he looks into it, the less sense the clustered mess of light green yarn makes. And it makes him feel so terribly bad, for not being able to find the shape you mentioned in the gift you handmade for him. He swallows, mustering up an apology on the tip of his tongue. 

“I’m sorry my dear, I-I am terribly blind—”

It takes all of your control to hold back a giggle, placing a hand over one of his nervous one as you look up to his frowned face and reassure your poor panicked partner: 

“Haitham, I am trying to untie yarn to crochet it. I haven’t even started.” 

He inhales, breathing once again, feeling how his heart starts beating again. With a soft plop, he sits besides you in the bench and rests his cheek on your shoulder, like a grumpy cat at your little trickeries, grumbling into your skin, “I was scared for a moment there.” 

You let out the loveliest of laughs, a sound from heavens, he thinks. In the warmth of the crook of your neck, he finds comfort. As your fingers work through the yarn, he closes his eyes and listens to your pulse —his favorite melody of all, one he couldn’t listen to with his signature headphones. Indulging in your presence was his favorite activity of the day. Your existence alone comforts him enough to almost doze off, lazy pale teal eyes only opening when you exclaim: 

“Haitham, look, look.”

Ah, how he adores your excitement.

“It might be cheap-looking but I tried my best.”

Ah, how he hates you rubbing it in your face. 

Arms crossed over his chest, he leans forward to see the small sprout-shaped item, woven carefully by your pretty fingers. He smiles, affection in his voice, “It looks cute.”

Alhaitham debates whether he should keep it in his wallet for good luck, or if to add it to the box of gifts he has received from you —one saved carefully in his closet. Either of them, tempting. 

As if you read his mind, you decide for him, taking his headphones from their spot in his bag and carefully tie the little crocheted sprout in the middle of it. It makes it look as if a small plant grew from his headphones, like that leaf emoji besides his name in your contact list.

It is the most precious thing he’s ever since, second only to you. 

“It looks a little childish…” You murmur at his silence. “We can take it off if you want—”

“No, I love it,” he stops that idea as soon as it rises, stealing his item back. He admires it as if it were a masterpiece, smile not fading for the rest of that week. 

You made this, with your very hands, for him.

Next thing you know, your face is peppered by a series of soft kisses as appreciation, the next being more tender than the firsts. Over your cheek, your forehead, your jaw, your nose, and your lips —every inch of skin he could reach while besides you, as if his whispered ‘thank you, my dear’ weren’t enough to express how much this meant to him. His fingers trail over the patterned new accessory you made for him. 

From that day on, the little green sprout has been in your boyfriend’s headphones. 

[strawberrynida]

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[bluehoodiewoozi]

If You Want Me

Lee Jihoon x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1,881

Warnings: lots of crying. (y/n)’s not the sharpest tool.

[Established Relationship AU] You find a strange box in your boyfriend’s drawer and it brings forth a life-changing event.

You were buzzing with unburnt energy, itching for something – anything – to do.

It was just one of those days where you couldn’t sit still. It wasn’t that you hadn’t already done much: the standard 8-hour work day was already finished and you still felt like you needed to be useful. There was so much to do and you were excited to get to it.

It was a blur of productivity. The speakers filled the apartment with the melodies of a playlist Jihoon had once made for you (you had lost track of what he made the playlist for; he had simply made you so many) as you practically waltzed around, finishing chore after chore at near magical speeds: the dishes, the laundry, the windows, the curtains. You watered the plants and gave their big green leaves a good wipe-down.

Around 11 pm, a text chimed on your phone. It was Jihoon, a heart emoji proudly on display by his contact name. 

“Want anything to eat?” he asked, ever so thoughtful – or perhaps trying to avoid the awkwardness of eating alone.

You gladly replied to him, practically begging for your favourite noodle dish, and returned to organising your wardrobe. Even that task was done soon and you were once again left with a strange itch to just do something else. Literally any chore. But you had done them all already.

Well. Except Jihoon’s side of the wardrobe. 

The half-wrinkled black and white t-shirts on the shelves and a random pair of sandals shoved in there was an eyesore compared to your perfectly folded blouses. He wasn’t the messiest person you had met, but he rarely had time to actually keep his closet as neat as he or you would’ve liked.

Usually you left his side for him to deal with, but – you thought to yourself – there’s no harm in helping out.

You folded his shirts properly, throwing a few stained ones to the laundry bin. You organised his jackets and sweaters by colour. You began organising his underwear drawer – the messiest of them all – when you found something curious. 

It was a box. A very small one, covered in a velvety material. You thought, perhaps in a tired daze, it looked like something a piece of jewellery might come in. Earrings? Or a ring perhaps? 

But why would he keep his rings in a box? He had a perfectly good jewellery tray on the nightstand – one you had handmade for him in a pottery class on a double date night. And the box couldn’t have been for you either – you rarely wore rings or jewellery of any kind and he knew that.

So what was in this box?

You tried so hard to fight the curiosity and just leave it be. You loved and trusted your boyfriend. You knew he wouldn’t hide things from you. Maybe it was a gift from someone. Maybe the box was empty and he had simply forgotten to throw it out.

But you had come this far and you were getting tired and you just had to find out. One little peek wouldn’t hurt, right? It surely couldn’t.

Against the warnings of your last rational braincells, you opened the box. Your jaw dropped in surprise. 

It was, indeed, a ring. A pretty one at that. With an intricate golden band and a heart-shaped ruby in the middle. You thought to yourself that even you wouldn’t mind wearing something as beautiful as this.

But it wasn’t your ring. And, frankly, you wondered if it was really his either. Suspicions and curiosity grew and when you snapped back to reality you had already sent a photo to your friends’ chat, asking what they thought it was.

The answer was immediate and loud: “??? THAT’S CLEARLY AN ENGAGEMENT RING, YOU IDIOT?!”

Your heart dropped. Your body felt hot all over. You worried you might faint from shock. 

Could it be? Was this really what they thought it was? Had you just accidentally ruined your boyfriend’s plans to propose? 

And even more importantly – you thought, brain fully going into overdrive now, not even caring that the box sharply closed on your thumb as you clutched it to your chest and sunk to sit on the floor, tears burning in your eyes –, your boyfriend was going to propose? He actually wanted to marry you? It wasn’t just a tired fantasy he joked about with you late at night, giggling and joking about growing old together. He had bought a ring – an engagement ring.

Overwhelmed by your joyous feelings and the guilt of ruining what was clearly meant to be a surprise, you began to cry. Tears blurred your vision, mascara you should’ve washed off hours ago was smudging off your lashes, snot ran down your nose – you were certain you looked absolutely horrendous but you had bigger things to worry about for now.

Practically sobbing, you didn’t hear the front door opening and closing or Jihoon calling out to you from the front door, his melodious voice so full of love as he greeted you. You didn’t notice the rustling of the takeout bag or tired footsteps echoing in the apartment, nearing your location.

He walked into the bedroom, expecting to find you soundly asleep or maybe scrolling on Tiktok, ready to show him some nonsensical meme again. Even if he made fun of you for showing them to him, he greatly cherished the fact that your first thought was to share these things with him. 

Instead he found you curled up in front of the closet, sobbing with a velvet box in hand. He froze. "Fuck."

Realising he’d come home, you scrambled to put the box back where you had found it and wiped your tears and runny mascara and apologised and hid your face and said, "Sorry. Don’t look at me. I’m a mess."

Jihoon only chuckled somewhat uneasily and slowly came closer, reaching out a hand to place it onto your shoulder before pulling you into a gentle hug. It was comforting. He was always comforting. 

“Why are you crying?” he asked as if he wasn’t fully aware already.

"I–"

"You found the ring, right?"

"How'd you know?" you worried, eyes wide. Was he upset with you? Was he disappointed? Angry? Sad? You couldn’t live with yourself if you had made him feel bad when he had put so much thought into a future with you.

"I saw you put it away,” he pointed out so calmly that it almost lulled you into a false sense of serenity.

"Oh. That was something else,” you lied horribly. You were never a great liar, at least not to him. “What ring? I don’t know about any ring–"

"I think I know what the box of the ring I had made for you looks like, baby," he told you with a slight laugh before reaching into the drawer with his free hand and taking out the very box. Hesitating for just a moment, he then held it out for you, nodding for you to take it.

With shaking hands, you did as told. "It's for me?"

"If you want it," he shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant but his bright red ears and oddly glimmering eyes say he's about five seconds away from a mental breakdown of his own. He coughed to clear his throat before adding, "If you want me."

"What?"

"I– This wasn't how I planned this but," Jihoon ran a hand through his hair, “but I guess the cat's out of the bag.”

He let out a nervous laugh – the one he always did when Soonyoung or Jeonghan convinced him to do something dumb or embarrassing – before dropping to one knee right there, in front of the closet, in front of you – his girlfriend who he thought looked like a sad panda in the best way possible. 

He closed his eyes and took a deep calming breath as you waited, holding your own breath. When he spoke again, his voice was hushed and gentle, as if he feared speaking any louder would give away how nervous he was feeling. 

“I know this is kind of sudden and you probably weren’t expecting it,” he started, voice wavering, “but I feel like I’ll go crazy if I avoid my feelings for much longer. When I first met you, I knew I’d want you in my life for a long time – whether as a friend or as something more I didn’t know yet.

“But now I know,” Jihoon had begun crying, wiping his tears between anxious giggles when he saw your tear-stained but bright smile – an encouragement –, “I want you as my home, as my everything, as my wife. I’d sooner go insane than live a single day without calling you mine and myself yours. So,” he took the ring in one hand and your hand in his other, “I'm asking you to make me the happiest man alive and accept this ring and marry me. Will you have me?"

There was not a single doubt or even an echo of one in your mind. 

“Yes. Yes!” 

Nodding rapidly, almost frantically even, you semi-patiently watched him smile the brightest you had seen him do in weeks and gently place the ring around your finger. Before he could even admire the jewellery on your hand, your arms were wrapped around him, lips reaching for his to kiss him as flustered and silly as he had made you with his words. 

“I love you,” you heard him whisper against your lips as he pulled you closer until there wasn’t even a molecule of air between the two of you.

You hummed and pulled back just enough to whisper back, “I love you too, future husband.”

He groaned at the words, a dumb grin on his face. “I can’t wait to marry you, seriously.”

“There’s a chapel down the street,” you half-joked (half- because you were so overcome with love for him that you wouldn’t have even mildly protested if he had gone along with the joke and made it a reality).

To your amusement, he was the one to protest, a grumpy frown taking over his previously bright and awestruck face. “I had an entire picnic planned with fairy lights and cake and live music and I even had Mingyu convinced to take photos for us, and instead  I ended up proposing to you,” he glanced around the room almost judgmentally, “crying in front of the closet in our apartment, with my underwear drawer open.” He forcefully shut the offending drawer, earning a chuckle from you, before letting out a firm loud hum of protest and pulling you back into a tight hug. “I’m not letting the same happen to our wedding. You deserve the world and I’ll give it to you.”

“... So we’re not eloping then?”

“Not a chance,” he insisted, face scrunching up as if the very idea was offensive, and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “We’re already missing out on engagement photos. Imagine how upset our moms will be if they don’t even get wedding photos.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you chuckled, pausing before adding on, “future husband.”

He tensed for a moment. Then he spoke, “So about that chapel – do you think they take last minute walk-ins, or…?”

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

↭Haitani's little sister.

Rindou and Ran were half-brothers, since their father hasn't stopped with one woman. But when they got introduced to their little sister? That was a shock.

Apparently, you were their half-sister.

You meet them thanks to one of your mother's relative. When you heard that you had brothers, you were so happy and excited but now officially standing in front of them, you couldn't help but feel nervous.

Ran flashed you friendly smile and introduced himself to you. Rin, on the other hand, got introduced by Ran.

You walked closer to them and looked at them in awe before handing them the bracelets you made. They curiously eyed the bracelets and put them on. Ran was smiling brightly and even tho it wasn't a big smile, Rindou smiled as well. Maybe they really didn't mind a little sister.

That was the first meeting.

After that, they bought dresses, toys, shoes and everything for you.

Since you didn't have your own room, you were sleeping in theirs. Bet Ran would tell you bedtime stories but would fall asleep at the beginning, so Rindou would have to continue (he didn't know the story but made something up).

You three would mark your height on the wall. Being 4 years younger than them, you were shortest and couldn't escape their teasing about how small you were.

Sometimes it was a bit hard to know whether you thought of Ran as an older brother or parental figure, since he was already very mature for his age and was acting like a parent more like a brother.

I feel like Rindou would urge Ran that you needed to learn how to fight and yes, Rindou did teach you a lot about wrestling, boxing and kicks. You two were training together even.

You'd compete with Rindou often in arm wrestling. Of course he'd let you win.

You were the one who braided Ran's hair and told him to always wear braids and now he does. He likes them too.

You were ALWAYS safe with them. No matter what happened, you knew you didn't need to be scared since you knew so well that you had big brothers who could protect you.

On Christmas, you three gift each other handmade gifts that you made yourselves.

Ran and Rindou would be protective of you but they wouldn't be OVERprotective because you get to enjoy your teenage years.

Ran definitely disliked the idea of you going down the same path as them. He couldn't make Rindou avoid that path, so he hopes he won't make you end up the same way.

Once your friends stayed for girls sleepover and you all started doing rituals to summon your dead fish. No way in hell Rindou didn't get creeped out and was telling Ran to stop this ritual, while Ran was laughing his ass off.

You: I'm having boy problems

Rin: "His body won't fit in the casket" boy problems or "I like the guy" boy problems?

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You: Aunt visited us, big bros. She's waiting for you two to come back.

Ran: be nice to her, she gives money.

Rin: we'll be there soon.

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Ran: it's 7am you morons.

You: So?

Ran: let me sleep, jesus crispy

Rin: JESUS CRISPY

You: HELP

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You: Rannie, you're colour blind, yes?

Ran: yea, why?

You: I'm thinking about what to get you for birthday.

Ran: I swear if you'll get me Rubick Cubic I'll shoot you.

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[nina-ya]

Ways That Sanji Wordlessly Says "I Love You"

Luffy Zoro Sanji Law Kid Shanks Pairing: Sanji x reader CW: None WC: 1k

After a long day of adventures, you retreat to the comfort of your room. As you approach your bed, you notice a delicate fragrance filling the air– the unmistakable scent of roses. You look towards your bed and notice a single crimson rose carefully placed on your pillow. 

These gifts placed onto your pillow have become a nightly occurrence. Each night, you return to your quarters to discover a new token of Sanji’s love waiting for you. Sometimes it's flowers, other times it's a hand written letter made for you, written in his beautiful handwriting. These notes are filled with his heart and soul, expressing just how deep the cooks’ affection goes for you.

Other nights you might find a small box filled with handmade chocolates, or even a different box filled with a piece of jewelry– each and every gift is tailored to your tastes, reflecting Sanji’s attention to detail and his desire to make you feel cherished.

Each night, you find these surprises on your pillow, and you are immediately reminded about why you love the blonde. You know Sanji loves you when he brings you gifts every day. 

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You find yourself in the kitchen with Sanji. He offered to teach you how to cook some of his favorite dishes, and you simply could not resist the offer. "Alright, my love, pay close attention," he says with a confident smile, his eyes filled with passion for the craft of cooking. Sanji begins by guiding you through smaller things such as chopping vegetables, his hands expertly maneuvering the knife to create perfectly uniform pieces.

As you follow his instructions, Sanji's voice takes on a gentle, encouraging tone. "That's it, my dear. Your hands are as skilled as they are beautiful. Just like that."

Sometime through the lesson, Sanji steps behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His chest presses against your back, and he rests his head against yours, a sense of intimacy filling the air.

"Let me show you a little trick," he murmurs, his warm breath caressing your ear. His hands envelop yours, guiding the knife with expert precision. "See, it's all in the wrist. Smooth, precise cuts. Just like the way you've cut through my heart." A light chuckle escapes him as the flirtatious comments spill from his lips.

"You're a natural, my love," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear. "Cooking is not just about the food, you know? It's about creating something that warms the soul."

As you finish preparing the dish the two of you sit down to savor the fruits of your labor. In these moments cooking with Sanji, surrounded by the aromas of the kitchen and the warmth of his presence, you truly realize how deep his love for cooking goes. You know Sanji loves you when he is eager to share his love for cooking with you.

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The Straw Hats found themselves in the middle of a scuffle, to absolutely no one's surprise. The air is thick with tension as the crew faces off against a group of enemies. As the first signs of trouble emerge, Sanji immediately positions himself between you and the approaching threat, a human shield fueled by complete and utter protectiveness. His eyes, typically ablaze with passion, now burn with an intense determination to protect you from harm.

Sanji effortlessly defeats the enemies with powerful flaming kicks, all the while ensuring that you remain unscratched. His movements are both graceful and deadly, a form of combat centered with one singular goal—to keep you safe. 

Even when the fight subsides, and the crew regroups, Sanji's eyes continue to linger on you. His protectiveness extends beyond the fight, showing in subtle yet meaningful gestures—guiding you away from potential hazards, offering a supporting arm, or simply standing by your side.

Ever since you entered his life, your safety is his only concern, and every move he makes, every kick thrown, and every word spoken is a testament to his urge to protect you. You know Sanji loves you when his only focus in battle is to protect you.

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A calm night fell over the Sunny's deck. The quiet sounds of the ocean is interrupted only by the soft rustling of the sails. You and Sanji sit side by side, sharing a moment under the star-studded sky. The conversation had evolved from tales of the day to fantasies about the future.

"And imagine," Sanji says, his gaze fixed on the horizon, "finding the All Blue. I would never leave once I find it, honestly." he says with a soft chuckle.

You smile, enjoying his gentle voice and the thoughts of the future.

"But there's one thing I've been thinking about," he continues, his tone taking on a more serious note. "When the time comes, when we decide to tie the knot officially, I'd like to take your last name."

Your eyes widen, surprised by the unexpected revelation. Sanji turns to look at you, his eyes soft and earnest.

"I've always hated my last name because of, well you know, the meaning behind it." He says, reaching for your hand. “I want to start a family that is ours. I will be sure to love and cherish my family in a way that I never was, and, well, I think taking your last name would be a good place to start.” His voice rings with sincerity as he shows you his vulnerable side.

"I think your last name sounds perfect with my name, don't you think?" he says with a soft chuckle, his thumb gently tracing circles on the back of your hand. "I want the world to know that I'm yours and that you're mine."

The Idea of building a life together, growing a family with him, it's exciting. You both long for it. You lean in and press a gentle kiss to Sanji's cheek, acknowledging his words. He reciprocates the kiss, and proceeds to go on, talking throughout the entire night about the future. You know Sanji loves you when he wants to build his future with you.

[hoesluvjude]

Love Language || jude bellingham

Word count:1.3k

Genre:fluff

Summary:How jude shows his love to you

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Y/n sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers gently tracing the worn edges of the envelope. It was Jude’s handwriting, as familiar to her as the sound of his voice. Neat but slightly rushed, like he couldn’t get the words out fast enough before they slipped away. She smiled softly, already knowing what she’d find inside. It was their thing—one of the many small but deeply meaningful ways Jude had of showing his love for her.

She carefully slid a finger under the envelope flap, pulling out the folded sheet of paper. The faint scent of his cologne wafted up, a comforting, familiar smell that made her feel like he was right beside her, even when he wasn’t. Unfolding the letter, she settled back against the pillows, her heart fluttering with that familiar warmth she always felt when reading his words.

"To my one and only Y/n," it began, like every letter before this one.

"I know I say this every time, but I can never seem to find the right words to tell you just how much you mean to me. It’s funny, right? I can talk all day to the press, or during interviews, or even when we’re just hanging out with friends. But when it comes to telling you how I feel, the words never seem enough. So I write. I write because it’s the only way I know how to pour out everything I’m thinking, everything I’m feeling, without stumbling over myself."

Y/n smiled, her heart swelling as she read the familiar sentiment. Jude had always been a romantic, but his love letters were something special. They were his way of showing her the side of him that no one else got to see—the vulnerable, thoughtful, and deeply caring man behind the public persona. He didn’t write letters because he had to. He wrote them because he wanted to,because it was his way of showing her just how much she meant to him.

"I think about you constantly, even when I’m miles away, even when I’m on the field. You’re always with me, Y/n. In the quiet moments before a game starts, or when I’m lying awake at night in some hotel room, wishing you were there beside me, your laugh, your smile—it’s all I need to feel at home. You’re my home, Y/n."

Her throat tightened as she read those words. He had a way of making her feel like the most important person in the world, even when he was away on trips for his football career. No matter how far apart they were, he always made sure she knew how much she was loved.

This letter, like all the others, was filled with little details—memories of quiet moments together, thoughts he’d had about their future, and reflections on the life they were building together. Jude never shied away from being honest in his letters, and it was something Y/n cherished more than anything. Every line was a glimpse into his heart, and she knew how precious that was.

She folded the letter gently, placing it with the others in the small wooden box Jude had given her. It was handmade, of course—just like most of the gifts he’d given her. Jude had a habit of pouring his heart into everything he gave her, whether it was something he bought or something he crafted himself. He wasn’t the type to just grab a gift at the last minute. No, Jude was thoughtful, meticulous even, when it came to showing his love.

Among the things she cherished most were the white tulips he always gave her, her favorite flower. It had started with a single bouquet early in their relationship, back when Jude had noticed her stop at a florist’s window, admiring the tulips on display. Ever since then, he made it a point to bring her white tulips for every special occasion—and sometimes just because. Each bouquet came with a small note tucked between the stems, written in his familiar scrawl, reminding her of how much he loved her. Whether it was a big celebration or just an ordinary Tuesday, those tulips had become a constant symbol of his affection.

There was the delicate silver bracelet he’d given her for their first anniversary. Each charm on it represented something special—a tiny football to remind her of how they met, a small book to symbolize her love of reading, and a miniature star to represent all the late-night conversations they’d had under the night sky. He had spent weeks looking for each charm, finding ones that perfectly matched the memories they shared.

She glanced around the room, her eyes falling on the framed sketch on the wall. Jude had drawn it himself—a simple but heartfelt drawing of the two of them sitting by a lake, her head resting on his shoulder, the trees behind them swaying in the breeze. He wasn’t an artist by any means, but he had poured his soul into that picture, and she had cried when he gave it to her. It was a moment frozen in time, captured by his love for her.

It wasn’t just the big, grand gestures, though. Jude had a way of making the ordinary moments extraordinary. Sometimes it was as simple as bringing home her favorite flowers after a long day or surprising her with a playlist he’d made of songs that reminded him of her. Once, he’d even learned how to bake, just to surprise her with her favorite cake on her birthday. The cake had turned out slightly burnt, but the effort behind it had made it taste like the best thing she’d ever eaten.

Y/n’s phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling her from her thoughts. It was a message from Jude. She opened it, her smile widening as she read his words.

"Check under your pillow."

Curious, she glanced at the bed, lifting her pillow to find another envelope tucked beneath it. She hadn’t even noticed it before. She grinned, shaking her head as she opened it, her heart already racing in anticipation of what he’d written this time.

"Surprise," the letter began."I couldn’t wait until I got home to tell you how much I love you, so here’s another letter for your collection. I hope you don’t mind that I keep doing this—I just can’t seem to stop."

Y/n laughed softly, her heart swelling with affection as she continued to read.

"I thought about getting you something fancy this time, but then I remembered you telling me once that it’s not about the price of the gift, but the thought behind it. So here’s my thought: you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You make me better every single day, and I’ll never stop trying to show you just how much I appreciate you. You deserve the world, Y/n, and if I could, I’d give you that. But for now, all I have are these words, and my love, and maybe a few more of those weird wooden things I keep trying to make for you."

She laughed again, her eyes misting over.

"I love you more than I can ever say. So I’ll keep writing, I’ll keep giving, and I’ll keep finding new ways to show you that, because you deserve nothing less. Always yours, Jude."

Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes as she folded the letter, holding it close to her chest. She didn’t need expensive gifts or extravagant gestures. Jude’s love was in every word he wrote, every carefully chosen gift, every handmade trinket, and every thoughtful act that made her feel cherished.

Jude was her love story, written not in grand proclamations, but in the quiet, heartfelt letters he left her, in the gifts made with his hands and his heart, and in the simple, beautiful way he loved her every single day.

And she wouldn’t have it any other way