#i love the ww heels so much

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

On Hallows Eve, deep within a desolate cave beneath the violent waters of the Sunset Isles, Ninet of The Emerald Blade, was not born but forged in blood-red fire. From the flames soon followed her sword, which what it lacked in a name, it made up for in the lives it stole.

[minalots]

Lovestruck!

[wistfulwatcher]

having one of those days where i was watching tv and enjoying it so much i got slammed by the realization that i can just. watch it again. over and over, without limit, just because it makes me smile. how cool is that.

[seungkw1]

mine — jww

♡ pairing: boyfriend!wonwoo x afab!reader ♡ theme: fluff, smut [18+ mdni], non-idol au ♡ wc: 2.6k ♡ warnings: swearing, size kink, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex (stay safe y’all), creampie, dacryphilia, petnames (m. & f. receiving - babe, baby), reader is gender neutral but referred to as girlfriend once, gr8 aftercare ofc ♡ a/n: this is a part two to so fucking pretty but you don’t have to read that one first :)

‧₊˚✩彡 moodboard by @myhimbomingi ‧₊˚✩彡

You wouldn’t consider yourself a very romantic person, but your boyfriend’s Valentine’s Day surprise might just change your mind about that.

You’ve never given a single shit about Valentine’s Day. It’s not so much that you hate it or anything, but rather indifference - you simply couldn’t care less. Just another capitalistic holiday for companies to profit off of, right? Plus, red and pink is simply a godawful color combination. So yeah, you’ve never given a shit. 

That is - until you met Wonwoo. 

You’ve dated here and there over the years, but nothing ever too serious - all of your partners either turned out to be lousy or the relationships were just bland. So, all of them ended, and you were never too upset about it. 

But with Wonwoo, everything is different. You’ve only been dating for three months, but your relationship is the complete opposite of lousy or bland. Wonwoo is warm and loving - squeezing you in his arms and giving you kisses every chance he gets. He is caring and kind - listening to you talk no matter whether you needed to vent or just wanted to infodump about your interests. He is sweet and gentle - leaving you cute notes and surprising you with little gifts just because.

He is also incredibly fucking hot, and an absolute god in the bedroom.

You fucked him on the first date, which is very unlike you, but your chemistry was undeniable and it just happened naturally. That was the best sex you’ve ever had in your life - and every time since then has also been the best sex you’ve ever had in your life. You’d be an absolute fool not to stick around.

And so, Wonwoo became your boyfriend. You’ve always found that term to be a bit juvenile, so historically you’ve just referred to your significant other as your partner. But every time you think about Wonwoo you feel the urge to giggle and kick your feet in the air, so the term boyfriend simply feels right. You’re practically head over heels for the man. 

“Ooooo you’re so in love with him,” your best friend teased as you were gushing about your boyfriend for the nth time. 

“Oh shut up,” you rolled your eyes as you replied. Maybe you’re a bit jaded from your mediocre past relationships, but the phrase in love is not one you throw around lightly. 

But deep down, you know it’s true. You’re in love with Wonwoo.

But you’re not ready to admit that to anybody. So you keep it to yourself. You’ll cross that bridge when you get there.

That day arrives much sooner than you anticipate.

—

February rolls around. It’s the dead of winter, arguably the most boring time of year. Your mind is preoccupied with the job interview you have coming up, and you’ve been a bit stressed about it. Wonwoo has been nothing but supportive and helpful - giving you advice, offering to help you practice, cleaning your apartment for you of his own free will - and you are more than grateful to have him around. 

One particularly cold Saturday morning, you wake up to a text from Wonwoo. 

Good morning beautiful! Text me when you’re awake 😊

You smile sleepily as you reply. 

Good morning babe 💖 I’m awake!

The chat bubble pops up as he begins to reply immediately. 

Great! Can you be ready by 11am? I have a surprise for you 😁

A surprise?

Y/N: Oooh, what kind of surprise? WW: It’s a secret 😉 Y/N: Hmm 🤔 Okay... What should I wear though?  WW: Wear whatever you want, you look cute in everything! Y/N: Hehe okayyyy WW: Perfect, I’ll pick you up at 11! See you soon 😊

You hop out of bed and start to get ready, practically dancing around your apartment. You open your closet and stare at your clothes, trying to decide what to wear - which proves to be hard when you don’t know where you’re going. You end up grabbing the cozy light blue sweater Wonwoo complimented you on when you wore it a couple weeks ago, and a cute pair of jeans to match. You’re putting on your heeled boots when you hear the knockknockknock of somebody at the door. You open the door to see your boyfriend, looking incredibly handsome in his dark coat and black-rimmed glasses. He extends to you a bouquet of a dozen red roses.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he says with a soft smile. 

As you take the bouquet Wonwoo pulls you in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist. As your lips part you look at him, an inquisitive look on your face.

“But it’s not Valentine’s Day yet,” you tell him.

“I know,” he replies as he gives you a little kiss on your nose. “But I couldn’t wait.”

You feel a huge smile color your face. 

“So, where are we going?” 

—

The waitress sets a massive plate of the fanciest waffles you’ve ever seen in front of you. You start to salivate at the sight of the fresh berries and cream heaping on top.

A few weeks ago you had casually mentioned the bougie brunch place you’ve always wanted to try, but it was expensive and the wait was always way too long. Turns out Wonwoo immediately called and made a reservation for you two.

You go to dig into your waffles when you notice your boyfriend holding his phone up, taking photos of you.

“Hey! Stop that,” you say as you playfully try to grab his phone.

“What?” he asks innocently. “You just look so pretty.”

He looks at you adoringly. You pout, feigning annoyance, and he snaps another picture - making you laugh. There’s no way you can be mad at him, he’s simply too sweet.

After the decadent meal Wonwoo walks you back to his car, holding your hand, and insists upon opening the car door for you - even helping you take off your coat. It’s silly, but it still makes you feel warm and fuzzy.

Wonwoo starts driving, but in the opposite direction of your home.

“Where are we going now?” you inquire.

“Remember how you said you’ve never been ice skating?”

“Oh god,” you groan. “Can’t wait to make a complete fool of myself.”

“You won’t,” he insists. “You can hold onto me.”

“But you’ve never been ice skating either,” you point out. “How do you know you’re not gonna fall too?”

Wonwoo smiles. “Then we’ll fall together.”

You scoff playfully, but a grin also appears on your face.

Ice skating ends up being a disaster. Neither one of you can stop falling (it doesn’t help that you refuse to stop holding hands, so when one of you falls both of you go down), but you also can’t stop laughing - to the point where your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. You haven’t had fun like this in ages.

You look over at your boyfriend. He is extraordinarily cute right now, his cheeks rosy from the cold air. Wonwoo catches you looking at him and leans over to plant a kiss on your cheek - he then immediately runs into the wall. You let out a giggle - he looks back at you sheepishly.

“Maybe you should pay attention to where you’re going,” you tease as you nudge him with your elbow.

“Hard to do so when my beautiful girlfriend is right next to me, distracting me.” His tone mirrors your playfulness, but the way he’s looking at you - you can tell he means it.

You roll your eyes, but a huge smile lights up your face as you wrap your arm around his, squeezing him tightly. 

On the drive back Wonwoo suggests you go to his place, to which you happily agree. Before you enter, he tells you to close your eyes.

“No peeking!” he insists.

“I won’t!” you swear, placing your hands over your eyes. 

You walk through the front door and wait in the entryway, resisting peeking as promised. You hear Wonwoo fiddling with things for a minute, and then you hear the opening notes of your favorite album - the sound emanating from his record player.

“Okay, you can look now,” he tells you as he once again is standing right next to you. You remove your hands, opening your eyes to the sight of Wonwoo’s dim apartment - illuminated only by the dozen of freshly-lit candles placed around the living room. In his hands are the biggest box of chocolates you’ve ever seen, and a cute fuzzy teddy bear that’s holding a heart with Be mine embroidered on it.

“Oh my god, you really went all out,” you remark, smiling from ear to ear as your heart practically flutters in your chest.

“Only the best for you, babe.”

He sets down the chocolates and the bear, stopping to help you out of your coat before drawing you into his embrace, kissing you softly and slowly. He then takes your hands in his, pulling you toward the hallway.

“There’s one more surprise,” he tells you.

Before you can ask him what more he could possibly surprise you with, you see the trail of rose petals down the hallway, leading into his bedroom.

“You did NOT,” you exclaim as you laugh, truly bewildered at the sight of it.

You follow the trail as he pulls you into his room, where even more petals lay on the bed, perfectly forming the shape of a heart.

“It’s so beautiful I almost don’t want to ruin it,” you proclaim.

Wonwoo raises his eyebrow at you.

“Hey, I said almost.”

Without a word he smiles, pulling you in so he can grab the hem of your sweater, gently pulling it over your head to reveal the lacy bra you had chosen to wear today.

“So pretty,” he remarks as he runs his hands over your breasts, before reaching around your back to undo the clasp. “But even prettier without.”

He tosses the bra aside, taking your tits in his hands. You begin to undo his shirt buttons, revealing his incredibly toned body that still turns you on so much every time you see it. His shirt gone, you move to his belt. You unbuckle it and pull it off, throwing it to the floor as you take the bulge in his pants in your palm. He lets out a soft groan as you caress him, his erection quickly growing. You go to unfasten his pants, the taut fabric giving way as you undo the zipper, his cock now bulging through his underwear, begging to escape. 

Wonwoo suddenly grabs you by the hips, twirling you around and pushing you onto the bed. 

“Get comfy, babe.”

As you recline into the soft pillows, he removes his pants and then begins to take off yours, pulling them off of you in one go. He gently pushes your inner thighs open and situates himself right in between your legs, the only barrier between his face and your cunt being the thin lacy underwear that do nothing to hide how wet you are right now. He softly kisses your clit a few times, then licks a stripe over the sheer fabric. You run your hand through his hair as he starts kissing your clit again, this time more intensely. You begin to squirm slightly against his face - silently begging for more. Wonwoo gazes up at you, giving you a little smirk as his lips hover right above you - so close that you feel breath against your core.

“Stop teasing meeee,” you whine.

You feel his finger slide under the fabric, pulling it aside to reveal your soaked center. You feel the sharpness of the cool air hitting you, followed by the warmth of Wonwoo’s mouth against your cunt. You mewl softly as his tongue traces against your folds, lapping up your juices but only making you wetter in the process. You continue to stroke his hair as he goes down on you, enjoying the view. You love the way his nose brushes against your clit as he alternates between sucking on the bud and fucking you with his tongue. 

Eventually you feel his fingers delicately graze your entrance - he inserts only one finger at first, but it still feels so good. 

“More,” you beg. “Please.”

Wonwoo slides a second finger into your cunt. He knows how to curve them perfectly, hitting you in just the right spot to drive you insane. He fucks you as he continues licking your clit - you become a moaning mess as your orgasm draws closer and closer. Your hips begin to buck involuntarily, grinding your cunt against his face - overwhelmed with pleasure. Wonwoo wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you down against the bed as he devours you. 

“Fuck, baby - I’m cumming,” you cry out. Your legs shake as the incredible sensation takes over your entire body, the white-hot flashes of pleasure flowing through you as your pussy throbs against your boyfriend’s tongue. 

As you come down, Wonwoo gives you soft little kitten licks. You sink into the pillows, your whole body relaxed in bliss. He kisses your stomach before crawling up, his body weight laying against you cozily as he presses his nose against yours. He kisses you, his lips and chin covered in your juices. You begin to make out, his tongue moving against yours, his bulge pressing against your core. You reach down, slipping your hand through the band of his underwear, and pull his cock out. You’ve fucked your boyfriend countless times by now, but every time you’re still in awe of his size. You wrap your hand around his thickness and stroke him a few times, causing precum to leak out. You guide his tip to your entrance - you moan as it easily slips in, his size stretching you out so perfectly. He slides his entire length into you, letting out a groan as he bottoms out. 

“Your pussy’s so perfect for me, babe,” he says in a low voice. He begins to fuck you, slowly pushing his cock in and out, letting your walls adjust to his size. 

“So good baby, fuck,” he says, practically growling. “Your pussy’s all mine.”

You moan as he picks up speed, thrusting his huge cock into you further and further. His lips meet yours again - your mouths and tongues dancing against each other as he fucks you, more passionately than ever before. 

“All mine, you’re all mine.”

“Oh my god,” you cry, tears forming in your eyes from the intense pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“I’m close baby - wanna cum in you,” he groans. 

“Please,” you beg. 

Wonwoo’s rhythm picks up speed - tears are fully running down your face as you let out cries of pleasure. You feel his cock pulsate against your walls as he releases, groaning as he thrusts into you, filling you up with his cum. 

As he comes down from his high, his warm body melts into yours - he’s squishing you, but you’ve never been more comfortable. His cock still inside you, he plays with your hair as he kisses you slowly. 

You lay there together for a while. Eventually, Wonwoo slowly pulls out of you, giving you a kiss on the cheek before he gets up to grab a warm towel. After he cleans you up he plops back into bed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in, squeezing you so tightly it makes you giggle. 

You draw your head back just enough so you can look your boyfriend in the eyes. He’s so hot, so cute, gazing at you so lovingly - you truly don’t think you’ve ever been happier than you are in this moment. 

“I love you,” you tell him - for the first time. 

You didn’t plan on saying it, it just came out naturally. Because it’s true - you love him, more than you’ve ever loved anyone. 

Wonwoo smiles, caressing you softly as he holds you warmly against him. 

“I love you too.”

[end] 

[shellshooked]

Can u plz do more of the Zelda movie au? I really like it and would like to see like maybe a documentary comic about the filming and are the actors for link and Zelda dating or is it just them as characters? (u don’t have to actually draw that if u don’t see this or u don’t want to)

im so late replying to this but i have SOOO many ideas on the zelda movie au!! let me share some lore hehe

So you know the spiderman actor and his love interest actress dating curse? how every actor that has played spiderman ends up dating the actress for mj / gwen Stacy? i like to think it's a similar trend with the zelink actors, except not all of them are dating. Botw / totk zelink DEFINETLY and the actors like to keep the details of their relationship private, but Link is NOT shy about how head over heels he is for zelda

Skyward sword zelink? you can never tell. it's the type of dynamic where Twitter stans are dying to know and interviewers always ask them about it but they both dodge the question successfully each time. They could be besties. They could be secretly married. Nobody knows.

Now, oot zelink are not dating, but in my head they're like Jennifer Lawrence and Josh Hutcherson. Ride or die besties, and they're the biggest oot zelink shippers you'll ever find.

Tp zelink aren't necessarily dating, perhaps some tension (?) however i like to think that their dynamic is more a trio one with midna's actress, who's best friends with zelda and they both playfully bully link

You know who else bullies link? oot ganondorf's actor. Irl he's actually in super good relations with every cast member and probably the warmest kindest most solid dude you'll ever meet but in every interview, every red carpet, every con event he always pretends like oot link is a nuisance and that he's only doing this because he's getting paid. When the Wind waker releases, he's obviously cast again (because duh, same ganondorf, so he's also in the Twilight Princess movie), and he takes care of link and tetra very well on set and makes sure they're always comfortable as child actors, all while he acts to be this super evil guy on camera. I love this duality, I feel like he would be so chill to talk to

In a way, I feel like the major cast from the franchise all know each other one way or another whether they're friends or just professional colleagues, they all relate to each other in some way. There's always a playful competition between botw and ss zelink actors on which pairing is the best, tp link's actor always jokingly disses wind waker for its seemingly childish approach while ww link insists his movie has the better soundtrack.

And now I'm rambling, and I definetly did not mean to dump this all on your ask omg I'm so sorry but this au transpires so much fun to me it makes me silly

[wildshona]

Another Sunday

So I signed off from you people yesterday cos i was going out with Chris for lunch and a movie. Lunch was a little Italian in Kew and then to the Musical Museum. They were showing the 1921 Swedish silent classic 2The Phanton Carriage" but with the music creatde on the spot by a guy playing the museum's mighty Wurlitzer organ which in its previos life had been the cinema organ at a cinema in Kingston upon Thames back in silent days. Absolutely brilliant experience to watch a silent film as they would have watched it in Stockhol back in 1921. I love Chris - so many new things.

Ww went home then and i knew we were going out for dinner but not where, Sunday is often quiet night in with just me, Chris, dinner, a movie and sex but this must be special cos he dressed me in one of my more repectable dresses, red with a flared skirt down to the knees, little shoulder straps. i mean its easy to slip off when the shoulder strips are pulled off the shoulder the dress will slide to the waist easy enough. but im more covered than usual. Underneath I had a little sheer black strapless bra - a bra for fuck's sake - a sheer pair of matching knickers, stockings and suspenders and high fuckme heels.

now last time i wore stockings was for Toni so my hopes were up and my cunt was starting to get damp. We got a cab to a big house near the common and knocked. it was Toni and she looked beautiful just like the week before, a black dress silk that clung she clearly was not wearing underwear. she wore stockings too but must have been self supporting.

Anyway lovely meal which she confessed she hadn't cooked as she had a chef for special occasions, then to the basement wheer she had a home cinema. Fuck i love Chris's flat but to live here. Movie night after all i was a bit disappointing cos i was sowet by now. but thinking of it the week before we had a sexy movie and then that strange sexual act so maybe ,,,

But no sexy movie anything but - "The Others" Nicole Kidman scary movie. not a hint of sex anywhere well apart from one scene but u didnt see anything and there may have been sex and there may not have been.

anyway back up to the lounge. Toni sits on a sofa and Chris leads me to the centre of the room. Stands behind me. Slips my shoulder straps off my shoulders and pulls the dress down to my waist. I can feel the excitement build my breathing is already ragged. Chris puts his hads round my waist and then up to my bra and the slight pressure not even pressing brings my nipples already erect into almost painful hardness. Ohhhhhhhhhh i so want to touch myself but i havent been told to and i know this is a do as u r told session.

he takes his hands away and i am visibly shaking my knees are trembling chris breathes on the back of my neck and down my spine. and that is it theearthquake comes and i am shaking and Chris is holding me preventing me from falling my eyes are closed im screaming. as the shakes subside and i can hold myself up Chris hands go to the clasp of my bra and undoes it. it falls away and i open my eyes, Toni naked except for stocking and heels is standing in front of me red lips parted black hair loose she is the most beuatiful thing i have ever seen breasts perfect brown nipples hard shaved cunt.

I want to just throw myself on to her or go on my knees and beg her to fuck me but i just look at her. Chris pulls my dress down over my hips to the floor and Toni comes to me lightly touches my nipples and an electric shock seems to go through me. she kisses me then full on the mouth my lips part she pushed her tongue in and our tongues play. she seems so tall. for a minute maybe we kiss and then she pulls away. her body moving from me and she leaves.

Chris dresses me. There is already a cab waiting. so much tension in the cab. when we get to the flat as we are in the lounge he pulls my dress off literally tears off my knickers and fucks me on the floor the bra comes off at some time as after he cums he drags me to the bedroom and we fuck again like animals.

and this morning i lie in bed getting my thoughts together so i can write it down for my tumblr friends and i am weta again and need to be fucked again.

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

I am surprised by the lack of Josh content from this WW!!! So here I come with a whole ass story to make up for it :) This is my first time writing something like this and I’ve got no one to blame but Josh’s sexy ass and also I’m ovulating at the moment, so there’s that. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it :) Sorry if it’s too long, I got inspired. I wanted to submit this during WW but I wasn’t able to finish it until now, so it will just have to sit patiently on your inbox until next week. (Also, sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language)

I work in a call center and we’re gonna have to work from home for a couple weeks and I couldn’t keep this thought out of my head:

It is a slow day and you have a lot of free time between calls, so you start to get a little bit bored. Josh knocks on the door and peeks in to see if you’re busy but when he sees you’re not, he comes in, giving you one of his beautiful smiles. Your face immediately lights up at the sight of your Josh entering the room, the light making his shirtless torso look beautiful and golden. 

“How’s your day going, baby? Brought you a little snack” he wiggles his eyebrows and shows you a plate with a couple of cookies. 

You thank him and tell him the day’s been quite boring and you close your eyes and push your head back. You hear him walking closer, hear the plate on your desk and feel his hand caressing your cheek gently, you open your eyes and press your face closer to his hand.

“We should make the most of this slow day and do something together”

“Yeah, maybe we can watch a movie or something?” 

“Hmm… I had something a bit different in mind…” He suggests as he slowly moves to sit on your lap, your eyes widening in surprise and more so when he takes your face in his hands and reaches down to kiss you slowly and deeply. Immediately you lose yourself to the kiss, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around his waist, marveling in the softness of his skin. The kiss deepens for a while and then Josh moves to kiss your jaw and your neck and you can’t help but let out a soft moan. 

“Mmm… D’you like that?” he moves to kiss the other side of your neck and you just sigh a quiet “Yeah…” 

One thing leads to another and a couple minutes later Josh’s head is buried between your legs, his eyes closed in concentration as he eats you out. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand as he gets you close to your climax and then he moves back and looks up at you, moving your hand away. 

“Don’t stop the noises, baby, let me hear how much you love my tongue on you” he turns his head to your inner thigh and bites it softly, making you whimper “Hm? Let me know that you’re enjoying this as much as I enjoy tasting you” and that simple sentence, combined with a small kiss on your other thigh, has you making a loud noise “That’s my girl” He grins and goes back to business, getting you closer and closer with each stroke of his tongue, the feeling of his facial hair against yours skin adding to the pleasure, when suddenly you get brought back to reality by a call, you’d almost forgotten you were still at work. 

Your head snaps up and you open your eyes, Josh immediately stoping his movements and moving back, sitting on his heels. You put on your headset and answer the call, wishing that it ends as soon as possible so you can go back to your previous activities. Unfortunately, it doesn’t. All worked up, you need to force yourself to calm down and you get in your customer-care-persona, patiently helping out the customer. After a few minutes Josh gives you a mischievous look and kisses you again on your inner thigh, dangerously close to you core, his lips barely touching your skin. A chill runs over you and the smallest of noises leaves your mouth, you cover it up with a cough and you give Josh an annoyed look because, as much as it felt good, it was too risky of him. Although deep down you enjoyed it and you can’t deny that the idea of the customer being so oblivious to the situation just made you even more wet, if that was even possible. 

After a few minutes when you both realize it’s gonna take a bit longer than you’d like, Josh rests his head softly on your thigh, distractedly tracing patterns on your bare skin with his finger, waiting patiently. You glance down at him a couple times and see him just looking up at you, examining your face as you do your job, his eyes never leaving your face, and the look on his face has your heart pounding on your chest, he looks so innocent and soft in contrast to a few minutes before and it amazes you and you need to fight the urge to just hang up the call and kiss him. A couple minutes later you’re ending your call.

“Well thank you so much for your call, sir” you laugh softly when the customer profusely thanks you for your patience “No problem sir, that’s what we’re here for” he thanks you again “I’m glad I was able to help, have a nice day sir!” and you finally hang up. You sigh, take off your headset and drop your head back. Not even a second passes before Josh’s lips are connected back to your center, planting a kiss where you needed him most. You snap your head back and look at him. 

“That’s my baby” he licks a stripe up your center “So polite” another kiss “And so gentle, hmm” he kisses you again as if he were making out with your pussy, his mouth exploring you more fervently than before. You can’t help but let out a strangled moan, to which he responds with one of his own, the vibrations increasing the pleasure that began building up again inside of you. He starts sucking on your clit and your legs begin to shake, each second you become more a whimpering mess and you tell him how close you are to coming. You look down at him and he has his eyes closed, his brows furrowed in concentration, you notice that he’s palming himself through his shorts, trying to relieve himself even if it’s just a little bit, and the sight alone could take you over the edge. You reach to tug softly at his hair as you ask him to open his eyes and to look at you, he lets out a whimper at the feeling but does as you ask. The eye contact is so intense that it only drives you closer, moans and incoherent praises leaving your mouth. You look at his lap again and you see that his hand is no longer palming himself over his shorts, but inside of his shorts, and even though you can’t actually see him touching himself, knowing that he is has you rolling your eyes back. Seconds later you are coming all over his mouth, eyes shut tight, exclaiming his name as if it were a prayer, him drinking you up. Seeing you in so much pleasure gets him closer and soon he’s moaning while he continues lapping at you, getting you through your high while his hand moves faster inside his shorts, getting him closer to reach his own high. He moves his mouth away and continues pumping himself faster until he reaches his own orgasm, and the sound of his skin plus his loud moans accompany you as you come down. Once you’re starting to get your breath even, you open your eyes just in time to see him coming up and sitting on your lap again, with a dazed look on his eyes and a gorgeous smile, his chin glistening, covered in you. You both let out some giggles while looking into each other’s eyes and then he dips down to kiss you again. You taste yourself in his mouth and a mhmm noise leaves you, as you kiss him passionately. His hands are cupping your face, trying to get you as close as possible, yours are resting on his perfect ass, squeezing it gently. 

“So this was the snack you brought me, huh?” you joke as you break the kiss and give his ass a little slap. 

“What can I say, the cookies were just an excuse” you both chuckle and then he kisses you again. 

The kiss goes on and you begin to move him slowly against yourself, he gets the drill and begins rolling his hips, the feeling of him hardening again but this time against your lower belly, making you dizzy. You break the kiss and look down at him and you’re met with a wet spot in Josh’s shorts, you look up at him arching an eyebrow and he just looks back at you, rolling his hips with more pressure as a silent moan leaves his mouth, a gorgeous expression on his eyes, no trace of embarrassment or whatsoever because of the mess he made in his shorts.

Luckily no more calls interrupt you for another hour and you end up fucking right there on the floor, next to your desk. 

And, scene. Thank you!

Delicious, gimme 14 of them.

[wondyvillains]

Who would be your ideal "Sinister Six" for Wonder Woman?

Great question!

Cheetah would clearly be the leader of the team. I'm not a huge fan of this heel-face turn route they've been going with the last few years. I'm hoping it's temporary and we see Cheetah return to her villainous roots soon (though I do love the complicated relationship between Diana and Barbara).

I don't see Circe or Ares working in a group setting like this, so they're out. I also can't see a many women working with someone like Dr. Psycho, so he's also out.

You also can't have a group of WW villains without Giganta, so add her to the list.

Silver Swan is another major rogue that would be on my six. I'd prefer the Helen version though... I'm tired of seeing poor Vanessa as a villain.

Although she's not much in battle, I'd toss in Dr. Poison as a wildcard.

Fifth member would be Queen Clea. She hasn't been used much over the last few decades, but she's strong enough to battle Diana solo AND she brings an army of Venturians with her.

Last but not least, I'm adding Dr. Cyber. She deserves to be a bigger deal, and she has the technology part of the team filled.

So basically..

Cheetah as The Leader Queen Clea as The General Dr. Cyber as The Mastermind Giganta as The Muscle Silver Swan as The Scout Dr. Poison as The Wildcard

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i love when writers actually portray JJ correctly especially how he would be in a relationship, you do a fantastic job ( literally was kicking my feet at their first kiss ). that man would be HEAD OVER HEELS for his girl. which how he should’ve been with Kie.

if I’m not wrong, the writers did a decent job in the beginning but the dynamic between the two changed because of the actors later on.

Thank you! This means so much!! I try very hard to keep the characters in character, especially JJ (and Rafe in WW) and it means a lot when you all tell me they are! I also think JJ would be a good boyfriend, like he'd make mistakes and stuff, but if he's going to go to the trouble of having a relationship, he's going to be obsessed with his girl and everything she does. He's so supportive of his friends, there's no way he wouldn't be even more supportive of his love interest.

I think JJ was written really well in seasons one and two, everything he did fit well, and then in season three it kinda got a little weird. I think maybe 75% of JJ was written well, but then there were some things that just felt like he was the "dumb comic relief" that a lot of shows feel like they need to have. Then season four, while I think JJ had moments that were in character, I think it was more Rudy's acting than the writing that made it seem that way. He's always portrayed JJ's anxiety really well, and the way JJ is often times a loose canon always tracks well. But JJ did a lot of things that just seemed way out of character for him, and you can tell the writer's just lost interest in his story and his character.

I'm not sure if it's the actors or the environment, but something definitely changed. I'm more inclined to blame the showrunners, writers, and directors, since these were all things that could have been and should have been avoided. There's coordinators that should've been put into place, the writers should've been given more time, the showrunners should've cared more about their show to advocate for it.

[causeitsagame]

For the travel prompt, no. 22? With Hajime and Fuyuhiko OR honestly whomever in SDR2 if you're tired of the boys by now 😂 P.S travel buddies, safe travels -xoxo you get one guess

22. Muffled, from the other side of the door

(Fic prompt here, and feel free to send more, anyone! There's another one that I'm doing now that I got this imagery out of my head, and I don't mind having more in the hopper.)

I debated which route to take with the prompt, and then realized that I was circling between some closely related options. So, it turned into "three times someone didn't quite say 'I love you' and one time that they did." Feel free to read as romantic/platonic as you want with any of these.

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DAY WW:

"I checked the library quite thoroughly, and I believe our visitor was a Pacific green turtle. See?" From where she sat on the floor, Sonia rose to a kneeling position. She held a book open above a plexiglass panel, like the man behind it would suddenly open his eyes and comment on the pages.

Gundham didn't, of course. He, and everyone else who'd died inside the Neo-World Program, stayed motionless behind their pod doors.

As if he'd responded, Sonia lowered herself back to the floor and continued to study her book. "After she buried her eggs in the sand, I watched her return to the ocean. I tried to think of all the markers you would look for, and I'm quite sure that the shape of her bill indicated this species."

Gundham's pod remained as silent as ever.

"They're migratory animals." Sonia's hands began to shake where she held the book. "She was missing most of one of her front fins. She just barely made it back to the water. I had to wonder if she encountered a shark along her migration route, or…" Her hands shook more until she gripped the book harder. "Or people."

No matter where that turtle swam, she might have encountered the aftereffects of humanity's collapse. Someone starving didn't care if an animal they saw was endangered; deadly pollution still spread; warfare caught all sorts of innocents in its crosshairs.

And all of those problems could be traced back to the people who had been assigned to these pods.

"I'm mostly hoping it wasn't some sort of chemical problem," Sonia uselessly continued, slipping back into her native tongue. Why did she keep talking? It wasn't like he'd respond. "That might weaken the egg shells if so, right? But… her children should be healthy. Things should be easier for them. Things should… things should start to get better, now."

Sonia's weak smile trembled as she rose back onto her knees to study Gundham. He'd grown lean and quiet as a member of Ultimate Despair. After Junko died and they became the Remnants, the remaining, ascended leaders of Junko's cause, devotion escalated to a fever pitch. Some mutilated themselves, while Sonia directed her nation's people into mass graves. Gundham had separated himself even more from humanity and let his body outright wither.

When Sonia was out in the sun with the other survivors, that era could almost feel like a fever dream, though one that demanded a lifetime's atonement. Gundham looked the same as he had, though; so did everyone else still behind these pod doors. It made it hard not to focus on those years. Deliberately, Sonia stared down at his face and forced her brain to reach even further back.

"I'm sure you'll want to help the turtles when you wake up, right?" Sonia wondered, and polished a tiny spot on his pod door. "I hope you'll let me help. When you and I first talked, back in school… I very much loved helping you with your animals. And I loved…"

Her voice trailed off and Sonia sat back on her heels. No. She'd wait to say that until he'd woken up, and could hear it.

After that pause, Sonia nodded, stood, and adjusted her book. "I'll be sure to look after the turtles until you wake up, all right?"

There was no answer.

Of course.

DAY XX:

"Ten laps, this morning," Akane bragged, and rapped her knuckles ten times exactly against Nekomaru's pod door. "I'm really getting my strength back."

Ten laps? Ten laps of what? Don't get sloppy, that's not a regimen! Describe it better!

Akane lifted an arm high overhead, stretching out its aching muscles. "Ten laps around the middle island, I mean."

The pod practically radiated judgment.

"I know it's the littlest island," Akane added with a dramatic eyeroll. "I'm working my way up, all right? One day, I run laps around its beach. The next day, I swim 'em. And eventually, I'll move up to a bigger island. Maybe you'll be outta there by then, huh?"

See, now that, I can understand! Have you been tracking your times?

"I know, I know, I gotta time myself," Akane grumbled. "You sure do love your numbers, Coach."

Heh. I have to track them, since you won't!

It was so easy to imagine Nekomaru's responses that Akane's imagination couldn't help but picture him opening his eyes, shoving the pod door wide open, and wrapping her into a hug as strong as he'd ever given. But he didn't, reality corrected a moment later. Not yet.

Not yet. Not yet.

Akane swallowed down anything but her daily training report. Coach Nekomaru didn't care about other stuff, right? He'd just want her getting her strength back, and so that was what she'd tell him.

"I'll aim for eleven laps, tomorrow," Akane added, and added one more tap on his pod door. "And I'll time myself!"

You'd better.

Right.

Until he woke up, she'd only talk training.

DAY YY:

"It feels like even longer than it's been. But you're gonna be one of the hardest to wake up, apparently." A heavy sigh escaped Fuyuhiko. "I told Kazuichi and Hajime that they'd better not cut any damn corners. Started yelling, too, until they asked why I was shouting at them. Well, Kazuichi whined about it. For Hajime, it felt like he looked right through me, like he was pulling my brain inside out, and promised you'd be safe."

Fuyuhiko studied the woman inside the pod. Peko had fared better than many of them, to look at her, but that was probably because she'd never been allowed softness while growing up. There hadn't been much there for hell to burn away.

"I keep seeing a shadow out of the corner of my eye, and some part of me still thinks it's you. It's like…" Fuyuhiko smiled wanly, and adjusted the eyepatch that stole a good forty degrees of vision from that side. Yeah. It was like he was walking around with a blind spot over much of his existence.

After that pause, he continued, "I know you'd want to hear that I'm doing okay. Am I? I don't even fucking know. I know how to make friends, now. Without them, I…" He exhaled heavily. "I wouldn't be here. Sorry. I know you'd hate to hear that. I got pretty fucked up after you… uh, left, and I basically stopped caring if I woke up each morning. They made me care, again.

"But isn't that backwards?" Fuyuhiko wondered, leaning against Peko's pod and staring up at the dim metal ceiling. "I still don't totally know how to be without you. When we were really little, I said I loved you before I said it to Mom or Dad. I didn't even remember that until Mom put me through a goddamn guilt trip over it. She was pissed." Sadness weighed on his expression. "And… she probably took it out on you."

Peko said nothing, of course. Even outside her pod, she'd stay quiet. They'd both been shaped like the trees in the family garden, growing in ways chosen by generations past.

"They said that 'love' was what you said to someone you really cared about," Fuyuhiko sighed. "So I said it to you." Another pause choked him, underlaid with the low, constant thrum of electrical current. "And I always meant it… but I didn't ever know how to be your friend. Yeah. Isn't that all ass-backwards?"

Naturally, she didn't reply.

"When you wake up," Fuyuhiko deliberately said, allowing no room for uncertainty, "Maybe we can finally figure out how to be friends. Now that I can do that, y'know."

Peko didn't move, but he hoped she liked the idea.

"Right. We'll get that figured out." Fuyuhiko opened his mouth, closed it, and shook his head. And he'd figure out what else to say, afterward.

DAY ZZ:

"I'm okay with this. With dying for good, I mean." The code-jumbled remains of Chiaki Nanami stared at an output screen hanging impossibly in the air over the Hotel Mirai swimming pool. Programming scrolled down it too quickly for any human to read, a endless waterfall jumble of neon green on black. None of it reflected in the still water below, which began to vanish in half-second blips.

Next to her, Usami smiled at the very last commands for the Neo-World Program. "Because it really worked, didn't it?" Though she'd forced herself out of the system's trash bin to finish off the Junko A.I., code integrity hadn't lasted for long. One of Usami's legs had lost its texture map and was a monochromatic pale grey. The other leg's overlay had gotten corrupted, and was now a staticky jumble of black, green, and red. "And so I'm okay, too!"

Chiaki felt a chunk of her face and most of her shoulder glitch a half-meter to the left, then snap back into place. It didn't hurt; she wasn't a body to tear apart. It was disorienting, though. She'd clawed herself out of the trash, too, when Hajime and the others were caught in a feedback loop, and the process was neither smooth nor easy. "Do you think she was okay?"

Usami turned to Chiaki and tilted her head. The ear lower to the ground fell completely limp, like the structure had been removed from her model. "She? Who are you talking about, Chiaki?"

Chiaki smiled sadly at the screen. On it, Nagito's neural processes were beginning to slowly awaken as his constructed reality crumbled. This world was nearly done. "I'm talking about Chiaki."

Usami's head further tilted.

"The real one."

Taking her hand, Usami declared, "You're real."

Chiaki's smile broadened, and she gripped Usami's paw tighter. "Then, the Chiaki they modeled me after. When she knew that she was about to die, do you think she was okay?"

Usami's typical cheer faltered as she looked down at the flickering swimming pool. Her other ear's structure fell flat, too. "Probably not."

"Yeah," Chiaki softly agreed. "Whatever she wanted or needed to do in her life… she never got the chance. So she couldn't have been okay, could she?" Her eyes turned back to the scrolling code, and as one line blurred past, Chiaki nodded. "He just woke up. They all made it."

"They all made it," Usami echoed. "All of them."

Sniffling, Chiaki knuckled away a tear with her free hand, ignoring how it was suddenly the same monochrome grey as Usami's leg. Her outfit cycled through four color schemes the designers had tried before settling on her final model. They'd dummied out the content, but as her model faltered, it grabbed for any potential data to use. "But me? I got to do what I needed to do. So I'm okay. I really am."

"We both did amazingly!" Usami declared. Above them, the skybox projection snapped into sudden low resolution. Soft cumulus curves became blurry white boxes. "Um. So, the Neo-World Program is trying to shut down, now that Nagito is out of his pod."

Chiaki slowly nodded. Her hand glitched out of Usami's, but she grabbed and held it again. "What needs to happen?"

"That's the control screen," Usami explained as they both stared up at the floating wall of code. It had gone quiet, except for one error message: SHUTDOWN AVERTED. OBSERVER ENGAGED. That error kept repeating, and so it began to take over the screen. "It thinks we want to interact with the program, since we're still in this room."

Chiaki exhaled. She was okay, she was. And she hoped that, somehow, the flesh-and-blood Chiaki would feel some tiny echo of her accomplishment. Maybe that would help her rest. Maybe. "Then, come on, Usami. Let's go."

Usami nodded up at her. Her entire texture map was either gone or glitched, now; Chiaki could only imagine what her own model looked like. "Let's go. And I'm so proud."

"Me too," Chiaki agreed as she led Usami through the front doors of Hotel Mirai, into the lobby where she'd spent so much of her time. The lobby where she'd first met Hajime. "I'll never forget any of them."

When the door clicked shut, the world became impossibly quiet. "It knows we're not observing, any more," Usami whispered. Behind her, an arcade machine blinked out, and then the reception desk.

"The program can end, now," Chiaki agreed, just as softly, and turned back to the door.

It felt like everyone else was right on the other side, somehow, as she rested her free hand upon it. "I love all of you," Chiaki whispered, and smiled through her tears. "We'll be friends forever. Goodbye."

> > >

SHUTDOWN COMPLETE.

[yuhi-san]

So. listen. I love myself some Wolfwood lives au, regardless of how and why and what not. The idea that vash and him could get a happy ending and a chance to heal, at least somewhat.

But someone commented on one of my fics and pretty much that came up as a question and my mind just always goes back to one thing.

See, regardless on whether you see it from a platonic or romantic angle, fact is that Wolfwood had a profound impact on vash. maybe more than anyone ever before.

Vash begs god for that one favor. He uses half his remaining power in the wake of wolfwoods death. Vash wasn’t even really supposed to be there, he went after Wolfwood rather than knives and the ark, which is what he should have done (ww even points it out, vash doesn’t really deny it). Vash held on to his oath to never kill, no matter what. He stood by it even if the consequences for himself were horrible. Even when sometimes, him giving someone yet another chance caused more death than when he would have pulled the trigger. But when it comes to Livio and legato?

He broke his oath that he held on to with such determination, for so long, because he couldn’t bare losing wolfwoods legacy. Couldn’t let it go to waste that Wolfwood died for livio, even when that meant killing and going against the no kill rule that defined him for so long.

So if Wolfwood actually survived the fight with LR and vash didn’t know, nothing in his actions would have changed.

If vash was uncertain if Wolfwood would pull trough at that time, that is the real question. Would he still kill to protect the man Wolfwood was willing to die for? Or would he hesitate just a little too long, sealing livios fate even though he was, deep down, willing to kill? Or would he still hold on to the desperate belief that there had to be another way (regardless of whether there was or not.)

With all the ww gets resurrected after stories, of course nothing actually changes in the narrative.

But

But

If Wolfwood didn’t die on the couch due to whatever miracle, would he have been fighting side by side with Vash and livio? The thing is, the realization that vash wanted to spend his tomorrows with Wolfwood when before he never really expressed desire or a belief in a future for himself, came before he knew Wolfwood was a dead man walking.

The profound effect, the life changing effect, Wolfwood had on vash has already taken place by the moment of his death. The change irrecoverably.

So in an universe where Wolfwood didn’t die on the couch and was alive and there for the final fight… it wouldn’t have been livio legato would have targeted. And I think it would have changed everything.

This is a very longwinded way of saying that while I want them to be as happy as the next fan, all I can think is that Wolfwood would have become the noose around vashs neck. And perhaps sealed not only his fate but that of all of humanity.

Yes, vash killed for livio, for wolfwoods legacy because he couldn’t bare not to. But legato put him on the spot and created that scenario for vash to respond to. Vash didn’t go out of his way to keep livio save, he trusted him to handle the situation that he knew was dangerous. They were two allies in a dangerous fight for literally all of humanity.

But Wolfwood? Vash has already proven he is willing to put this all on a hold to try and go save him. 

I love so much the idea that the still existing possibility of sharing his tomorrow with Wolfwood would have given vash been more of a resolve to do what needs to be done. But all I can think of is the tragedy of it. Of Wolfwood becoming the noose around vashs neck, of being his Achilles heel, to doom vash and perhaps all of no mans land through it.

I’ve been reading these past few days alternative fics exploring what would have happened if wolfwood had survived, and while each of them had a different, yet interesting outtake, im actually wondering…

if wolfwood had survived but still, for example, was gravely injured for it, or if vash isnt even sure if he lived or not; would he have still made the choice to kill legato to protect livio?

thoughts?

[decadentbearbird]

I want you to know, that I think a lot about your trigun AU. I want to know more, I want to consume it like a fine wine.

Oh god oh jeez oh man someone's asking about preacher au uh oh get READY FOR AN ESSAY.

Vash's story is pretty much the same, wandering peaceful gunslinger chased by a violent shadow, blew up a city once by accident and that guilt keeps him awake at night. Wolfwood... That's where we deviate, obviously. He's still a little forgotten ditch baby taken in by the orphanage and then trained by eye of michael/chapel, with the skills of an assassin and gifted that bigass punisher, but he manages to escape it before he's set on the path to chase Vash and sort of just... Rolls around on his own for a while trying to find a purpose. He ends up finding more struggling kids than he can hold and learns that if he plays up the priest part people treat him better, so by bringing these two things together he can build his own little pocket of the world where these kids can get some stability.

He ends up in a bordertown called Red River, not for the existence of a rare and mythical body of water nearby but because of a big tradgey decades ago which cursed the town to be poor and rough, the only spot he can afford to set up in- and he builds a pretty good community there, starting first with an orphanage and then building the church around it as he learns people help out more when he dangles divine reckoning over their heads. The town's divided by how they feel about him because he's jovial and approachable and a priest, but he also gets into fistfights at the bar a lot and once shot a guy (the sheriff, nonetheless) in the leg. He's known to be friendly and a lil rough.

I am working on a comic based around the AU but like all my project it's mostly staring at a canvas and hoping things appear there.

Then one day Vash the Stampede tumbles though town. He's got bandits on his tail chasing him for the bounty, they get a few good shots off on him and he's forced to take refuge instead of running and crashes into the church, intending to disappear in the pews and clutter and meets our priest who begrudgingly lets him hide in the confessional. Wolfwood scares the outlaws off with promises about the Lords judgement and the look of someone who would very much shoot these guys if they don't listen. With Vash injured, he stays in Wolfwoods company to lick his wounds and repay the favour for shelter by helping out with odd repairs and entertaining the kids (he is their jungle gym). They have a drink together, and realise pretty fast that they're BFFs from the start.

Everyone in town hates Vash, he showed up in a firefight, full of bullets and covered in blood, they're certain he's here for malicious reasons and is taking advantage of free hospitality. They find sneaky ways to try and drive him out of town, mostly by bullying him and being just generally mean. He gets punched a few times, but unfortunately for them pacifist Vash won't react in a way that'd warrant his ass getting kicked out of town, and Wolfwood's ready to throw hands any time he catches someone being cruel to him.

Eventually the anxiety of sitting in one spot for too long catches up to Vash and he moves on, but he returns at random to catch up for a drink, staying only long enough to avoid the danger nipping at his heels. Wolfwood gets letters signed by VTS, each one with a cute little bird trinket the outlaws found on his travels. He's getting a collection.

It's a surprisingly big AU despite the fairly simple setting, we've got a lot of characters involved who hassle Vash/love WW, nearing 150k of words in planning... Vash has suspicions about who Wolfwood really is in his past and why the man carries a pistol beneath his cassock, he knows that big cross has a mysterious story to it from the way Wolfwood detests it. Wolfwood still doesn't believe Vash is the legendary outlaw, and things might just turn sour as they uncover each others secrets...

That's the extent of it without me breaking out the charts and concept board 😂 we're really engrained in this AU at the moment, Wolfwood being a Mostly Good Boy trying to make the world better in his crappy little way, and Vash stumbling through the centre of it with no intention to make chaos but it finding him anyway. Plus! Wolfwood is really fun to draw in a cassock... Here's a gift of some more sketches.

and THANK YOU for asking!! I love asks and I love that you're interested in this au!!

[yuzukult]

crush (teaser) || j.ww & reader/oc & l.sm

title: crush — part of the attacca series pairing: jeon wonwoo x fem!reader/oc x lee seokmin genre: angst, fluff, racing!au, street racing!au, formula 1 racing!au enemies!au (between sm & ww), unrequited love!au, love triangle!au wc: 1.8k / final wc: approx 20k-25k+ summary: you’re supposed to be seokmin’s endgame, but he’s prioritizing his dreams and late night escapades. so what do you do when someone new comes along and shows you that you could be the first on his list? warnings: profanity, explicit language, mentions of sex.  rating: ages 16+ due to mature content (but no sexual content). a/n: !! here’s the preview of my racing!au fic! hope you guys enjoy :D (pls note that there’s a gap between the two sections since i didn’t wanna give too much away!!)

Nose twitching, you cross your arms over your chest with a thermos in hand, housing your favorite coffee—the Folgers’ classic roast instant coffee crystals that melt the moment it meets with boiling hot water because you can’t be bothered to wait for the coffee machine to brew the grinds. Normally, you’d be able to smell the freshness of the caffeine, but instead, you’re met with the aroma of burnt rubber on the asphalt wafting underneath your nose. Of course, you shouldn’t have expected anything else—this only ever happens at the track.

To be quite fair, you should’ve been used to all of this by now. The zooming of the cars when they make laps around the track, the whiff of the smoke that spits out of the exhaust, and the crisp clicking that the high-powered impact wrench makes when it’s changing the four tires on the cars at a pit box. And yet, every time you’re here, it feels like an entirely new experience.

Truthfully, you don’t know if you love it here. There’s always too much going on during the races; the chaos on the track, the abundance of people at the bleachers who watch attentively with their favorites in mind, the hollering and screaming, occasional fight breakouts, and the obsession with the cars themselves is too much to handle. You already have a lot going on in your day job—why are you even here?

Oh, right. Because that driver over there—the one with the chestnut color hair, beaming bright smile, and contagious laugh with that cute little mark on his cheek—is your best friend. The one that you might be head over heels for since the beginning of time.

It’s a bit dramatic to introduce him like that, but it’s the only way your heart sees him. Helmet tucked underneath his arm, his loud yet saccharine guffaw fills the air as he exchanges words with one of his crew mates. You don’t know what that’s all about, but what you know is that he asked you to be here, claiming that you’re his ‘good luck charm’ of some sorts.

Whether or not that’s true, you’re still present.

Although you’ve voiced your feelings a handful of times, Lee Seokmin has made it clear: relationships aren’t his priority at the moment—his dreams are.

But, you remain by his side while wearing a blissfully oblivious mask, pretending like you don’t know about his late night escapades, where he meets women at the track and takes them out for drinks before inviting them back to his hotel room. Clubs, after parties, celebrations, tailgates—he’s encountered them through it all, but the only one he hasn’t brought back is you.

Mostly because he ‘treasures’ your relationship too much. You’re the type of person he’d take home to his mom, he says, not to a shoddy motel room right off the highway next to that gas station with the flickering vacancy sign.

And if this was someone else sharing their story, you would’ve told them to lose the guy and find someone worthwhile, someone who wouldn’t take their time for granted, and someone who would love them the way they deserved to be loved.

Unfortunately, this was you you were talking about here, and the only thing you are is delusional and clueless.

You choose to turn a blind eye when Seokmin is stumbling out of a club, shirt unbuttoned down to his chest, hooded gaze and slurring words with a girl underneath his arm with her skirt hitched nearly up to her upper thigh, breasts almost falling out of the cups of her top. Because even though he’s bringing her to his bed tonight, you hoped he’d bring you to your forever home one day.

You want to be his endgame—so if this is what it takes to get there, you’d suffer a little.

“You did good.” You grin, calling out to Seokmin who turns his attention to you. It seems like his smile gets wider at the sight of you walking down to where he’s stationed, wearing that sweatshirt he gave you last autumn with his car sewn in the pocket area and his name in the back. 

“You didn’t know what you were watching,” he chuckles, handing off his helmet over to his team. “You just sit in the stands and watch me diligently. Do that thing where you furrow your brows like you’re concentrating.”

You mimic the description by scrunching up your face. “I’m not even a fan of racing, you asked me to come here.”

He pats your head affectionately. “I know. And I’m thankful for that.” Your heart swells. It didn’t help that Seokmin was always like this, and because of that, he made it harder for you if you ever wanted to detach from him. He lures you in effortlessly, like you’re smitten from the aftermath of a love potion but it’s all because of that charming smile that he shoots your way and not Cupid’s arrow.

At the moment, it happens in the blink of an eye. The amount of anxiety that was churning through your stomach, and your heart racing at the speed of the cars on the track, you didn’t realize the mess you caught yourself in.

You agreed to go on a date with your best friend’s enemy.

But in all honesty, you didn’t think you’d be able to confront Wonwoo again and tell him that you couldn’t. He was so goddamn fucking charming, exhibiting manners that all the mothers around the world would praise him for. Anyone who would find out that you turned down a date with a guy like Wonwoo would probably give you an earful.

Then again, Seokmin might give you an earful. 

Maybe you won’t tell him.

It’s one date… right?

Plus, with Wonwoo being himself, there’s no way that Seokmin could actually be that annoyed with him. He spoke to Chan in such a respectful manner, treated him like a younger classmate, and even expressed how proud he was of him for getting to where he is now. There’s no way that Seokmin could actually hate Wonwoo on the track. Couldn’t be possible.

That is until you saw living proof right in front of you.

Seokmin is tempted; fists clamped shut at his side, you see him inhale in a deep breath that juts his chest out. His nose does a little spasm, irritated even though he attempts to hold himself back. “Go back to where you belong.”

You find yourself back in Seokmin’s pit, expecting him to do his frequent routine before he hopped into the vehicle. Instead, he’s standing right outside of his car, face to face with Jeon Wonwoo who remains calm, cool, and collected, paying no mind that Seokmin is just inches away from driving his fist into Wonwoo’s cheekbone. It’s enticing, but Seokmin knows he can’t do it in public with thousands of people watching.

“Come on, Dokyeom, I belong on the track.”

“Dokyeom?” You reiterate, head turning from Wonwoo to Seokmin. “Why’s he calling you Dokyeom?”

Seokmin doesn’t break his stare on Wonwoo. Jaw clenched, teeth gritting, he even sucks in his cheeks in the heat of the moment with his fists fully balled by his sides. The fury in his eyes were burning flames that you fear would somehow spread into reality and burn the arena down. “Wonwoo, I thought you said you’d stay out of my way.”

“I never said anything,” the other male says tranquilly, zipping up his navy blue racing overalls up to his neck. In comparison to Seokmin, Wonwoo doesn’t have as many sponsors other than for three companies that barely had any fame to their name. “All I said was that I didn’t know if I'd make it up here with the big dogs. And well, look at me. Livin’ the dream. You should be proud of me, Kyeom, not throwing a bitch fit.”

“You fucking lied.”

“Why’s it matter?” Wonwoo queries, tilting his head to the side in curiosity. “Are you nervous? I thought you didn’t get nervous. Is it ‘cause you finally found someone with the equal amount of skill here? You can’t win forever, Kyeom-ie. One of these days, you gotta be kicked off that goddamn pedestal. Not a hot look for you.”

“Alright, alright,” you interject, pushing Seokmin’s (or was it Dokyeom’s) chest back to prevent him from making the first swing. “It’s almost time to start and I’d rather have you both behind the wheel without a bruised eye.”

“The only fucking bitch leaving here with a bruised face is him,” Seokmin hisses, but his body loosens the tenseness when he feels your touch. “Get off my turf, Jeon Wonwoo. You don’t belong here.”

And just on time, his name is written in bright letters across the television screens surrounding the arena. 

JEON WONWOO, RACER NUMBER FIVE. 

With a cocky grin, Wonwoo crosses his arms as he glances up at his name displayed and back on Seokmin. “It looks like everyone here begs to differ. See you on the track, Kyeomie.”

With an exasperated scoff, he tosses his gloves onto the ground. Wonwoo doesn’t bat a lash or even sneak a glance at the turmoil he leaves behind, instead he waltzes his way to his crew members who don’t dress in uniform as Seokmin’s team did.

“That jackass,” he hisses. “Does he fucking understand that this place isn’t for him?”

“Why’d he call you Dokyeom?” It’s bold of you to ask a question in the middle of his tantrum, but you’ve been patient enough. “I thought your real name was Seokmin.”

For some reason, his anger subsides and a soft expression pulls on his features. “It was a nickname I had.”

“From what?”

“Don’t ask,” he says curtly. “You don’t need to know my past—all you need to be is here. You’re my lucky charm and I need you here so I can win.”

With that, he slips his helmet on, flipping down the shield to cover his face. Ever since Wonwoo’s name was brought up in conversations, Seokmin’s demeanor changes and he doesn’t feel right; he isn’t quite the same person as he used to be. There’s something about Wonwoo that irritates him, and although he incessantly states that it’s because he’s a street racer, you think there’s more than what he lets out to be.

As told, you sit in the bleachers patiently, legs pressed together anxiously with your thermos filled with your coffee in hand, watching as Seokmin climbs into the driver’s seat of his vehicle. 

Like you’re supposed to. 

As you’re asked to.

Just as you always do.

There’s always this part of you that wonders: Is it worth waiting for a guy like Seokmin to notice you in the way you see him? During those late nights, the ones where he doesn’t go off into the sunset with a pretty girl under his arm, he lays underneath the stars with you, and reminds you that you’re the person that he wants to settle down with. Seokmin says he sees the two of you, on the porch of your future home with a big lawn, kids running on the grass with screams and laughter, sharing nothing but love for each other.

But each time he walks away with someone who isn’t you, the wait becomes more of a struggle.

[dailyreverie]

The thought of losing you

A/N: I know it's already Friday but I saw @autumnleaves1991-blog 's Writer Wednesday for this week and it matched perfectly to the idea I had for one of my fall prompts, I couldn't let it pass! Also thank you to @clydesducktape for creating the lists for every WW 💖 This prompt was requested by @dreamlandcreations, thank you so much for your request! I really hope you like it!

8. “You’re not that scary.” + Duke Leto

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Pairing: Duke Leto Atreides x fem. reader

Word count: 911

Warnings: Talk about death

The mountains of Caladan lose all their greenery flush during the coldest months, turning into a cold, dry forest full of orange and yellow. That all made the place look darker than it really was, going along with the grey sky and cold wind that seemed to adorn the place all those months.

That was how the weather greeted you the day of the memorial. An old family friend of the Atreides’s, or was it a long distance uncle? The motive of the visit was long forgotten by you the second your feet made their way up the hill only for you to see all the tombs lined up, surrounded by browning leaves that made the atmosphere of death even more spine-chilling.

It was not easy to get accustomed to death, let alone be surrounded by it, and the freezing air of the windy day that whispered at your ears on every turn was not making it easier. Every stream of air seemed to make your bones go colder, even now that you were standing far away from the actual place of the service you couldn’t help the shivers that ran through your body.

From your spot you can focus on the ocean, flowing as cold as everything surrounding you, the strong breeze making it crash hard against the rocks at the bottom of the mountain. Still, the impending death of that image is not as haunting as the scenery behind you, but it is just as cold.

Steps sounding behind you make your ears perk up, and the crisp air suddenly stops hitting your back at the same time a strong pair of arms hug your waist from behind you.

“Boo.” The owner of the arms speaks close to your ear, immediately chuckling at his childish joke making his chest vibrate against your back. You wonder if any of the members of his council have ever seen him behaving like this.

“That’s not funny, Leto.” You warn him trying to avoid the smile that was beginning to form at your lips, welcoming the embrace and holding the hands that rest around your waist. He was so warm you couldn’t believe you had been in the same place as him, it had no logic whatsoever since your hands have been feeling like ice cubes all this time.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Leto chuckled again. His beard tickled your cheek as he leaned to give your face a soft kiss, pulling you closer to his body in the process. “Did I scare you, my love?”

“I can sense you getting closer to me for long before you do, you know?” You smile to yourself. And you do, really, you had noticed it so many times the way your body feels Leto approaching a few seconds before he does, as if it could predict the calm he brings to you.

“You do?” He asks challengingly, leaning down again to kiss your neck.

Oh, that newlywed bliss, making you crave each other every second of every day.

“I do.” You reply, turning around on your heels to face him. His strong features were softened down by the curls that fell on his face thanks to the wind, except for his eyes, those were softened by meeting your own. “Besides, you are not that scary.”

Leto laughs again, despite the eerie day and the spooky atmosphere. It is a deep laugh, one that pulls you away from the dark thoughts you had all day. “Ask my soldiers, they think I’m scary.”

“They have reasons to think that, but I think I don’t have any.” There’s a kind smile on your lips, one that’s too inviting for him not to kiss. You travel your hands up his chest, feeling the way his eyes roam your face while you do. The collar of his coat is perked up, covering his neck from the weather, and you hide your hands there in between the warm fabric and his skin.

“What’s got you scared then, dove?” His face changes, going to one more of concern that also makes your mood change.

You were not sure of what it was before, if it was just death as it comes, or if it was the sounds of the wind. You look into his eyes and you see the answer: “What if I come here for you one day?” Your voice is shaky as you speak, and Leto’s hands tighten on your waist to hold you together and stop you from breaking. “I fear that- That one day one of this will be yours.”

“There’s a long time left for that, my love. There’s no use worrying about it now.” His hands hold your cheeks softly, making you focus on his eyes as they try to reassure you of his words.

“I’m sorry for thinking of that, Leto, it was never my intention to make you worry for me.”

“Hey,” He says softly, chasing your eyes as they try to escape. “There’s no need to apologize.” His lips find yours with a soft kiss, his fingertips caressing your cheeks.

“Let’s get out of here, yes?” You plea, wanting to run as far away from the cemetery as you can. Leto senses the urge on your voice and lets out a fond giggle.

“Whatever you want, my dear.”

He has no plans of leaving you alone, not for a very long time, not even with the target that’s constantly stuck at his back.

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hello!! could i kindly request for a student campus crush! wonwoo hehe and you’re best friends and have unrequited feelings but u dont know if he feels the same so over a sleepover u tried confessing and you can continue from there hehe -🐼

let me hear you say | j. ww

✎ pairing: best friend!wonwoo x female reader

✎ genre: collegel!au, friends to lovers!au, mostly fluff

✎ warnings: none!

✎ wc: 2.40 k words

✎ notes: hi 🐼 anon! i got a little carried away with this one because soft, cuddly wonwoo makes my stomach do flips but i hope you like it! i'm not sure how i feel about my portrayal of yn here because i wanted them to be really supportive of wonwoo but kind of having a hard time because of their feelings towards him. i hope i was able to express that without portraying them as kind of eh :/

“Don’t you ever get tired?” You take a quick glance at your best friend as he folds up another piece of paper with a phone number written on it.

“Of what?”

“Of everyone in this school falling head over heels for you,” You say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, proceeding to look back down at your notes. In reality, you were trying to prevent yourself from looking at the cute (albeit, confused) way your best friend was staring at you over your abrupt question.

“Well I can’t say I’m not flattered, but there aren’t really that many people yn,”

A total lie, you think to yourself. Every time you two walked around campus, your best friend attracted the adoring stares of all your classmates like some hotshot celebrity. Yes, he was popular, and yes, he totally deserved it, but if everyone knew how dorky he was, maybe they wouldn’t be so quick to hand him their number after a single conversation.

Another lie, if everyone knew what a nerd Jeon Wonwoo actually was, they’d probably fall for him harder. You would know of course, first hand experience taught you a lot of things.

It taught you how endearing it was when Wonwoo wore oversized clothing, so that he could pull the sleeves over his palms when sipping on a hot drink at the local campus cafe. It made you realize his habit of pushing his glasses up his nose, because he was too stubborn to get the bridge adjusted. It made your insides melt whenever he was nervous because he had a habit of fiddling with his fingers. You were certain that if anyone was completely head over heels and absolutely smitten by him, it was definitely you.

“Not many people my ass,” you scoffed, “you spoke to her once, just once! And now you are holding her number.” Wonwoo laughs at your poor attempt at hiding your annoyance, “For your information, we were talking about a group project, and exchanging contact information. Nothing more, and nothing less.”

You gave a little huff before going back to pretend-studying, you definitely couldn’t focus when he was sitting right across from you. You knew you were more prone to jumping to conclusions nowadays, and you hoped that Wonwoo didn’t notice your shift in behaviour. In reality, you couldn’t help but feel a little pang of worry whenever your best friend was asked out on another date. And while he rejected the offer every time, you worried that one day he might say yes and you could lose him forever.

Not that you were against Wonwoo falling in love someday. If he found a good person that he wanted to be with for the rest of his life, you would support him in a heartbeat. It was just the selfish feeling that blossomed in your chest that prevented you from feeling any true happiness for these kinds of situations, and you hated it.

You knew that he would never abandon you completely, because Wonwoo was the best friend you could ever ask for. But you also knew that it would kill you inside to see him sweep someone else off their feet.

You’ve known Wonwoo since high school, and you definitely harboured a puppy crush on him all of first year. This was back when he was still trading pokemon cards in the gym stairwell and poking at you to buy him something from the milk vending machine. The crush went away eventually and you found yourself enjoying the rest of your high school career with your closest confidant by your side.

Once you both entered university, Wonwoo had a sudden growth spurt that now put him a total head taller than you. He no longer lurked at the stairwells during lunch and instead made lots of new friends that he went out for coffee with. He started dressing nicer, and once he exchanged his old glasses for a pair of round silver ones that rested on his nose so perfectly, he instantly transformed into someone straight out of a kdrama.

Now, you have caught feelings again. And you’re scared to admit that this time a puppy crush doesn’t even encapsulate everything you’ve been feeling lately. Of course Wonwoo’s sudden change in appearance didn’t spark anything new in your feelings towards him. It was the fact that he had a new air around him that was just completely different.

Wonwoo in high school was shy, and you loved him for who he was. You two had your own small circle of friends and you would spend all your time reading or playing games in his bedroom. Wonwoo in college however, was breaking out of his shell and being the first to approach people and make new friends. He was still introverted of course, shyness and introvertedness were two different things after all. But you were proud to see Wonwoo take the initiative to make plans more often and reach out.

Wonwoo has also gotten a lot more comfortable around you. He’s grown fond of resting his head on your shoulder after a long day of classes, and wrapping you in his sweaters whenever you came by his flat. In conclusion, everything about university student Wonwoo, was driving you, (and probably the entire campus) crazy.

“Hello? yn? Don’t you have a class soon?”

You swat away the hand that was waving in front of your face to meet the eyes of the cause of all your heart troubles. One smile from Wonwoo and you were in shambles. You had it really, really bad. “Right, right, sorry I was just...distracted.”

“We’re still on for tonight right? You can just head straight to my dorm after your last class.”

“Of course Won, did you really think I was going to miss out on another rewatch of Extraordinary You?”

“Of course not,” Wonwoo chuckled. You were met with another one of those soft gazes from him, and you immediately tried to break your stare. Something in your heart tells you that you should just confess right now, and that Wonwoo was a sensible individual who wouldn’t let go of your friendship if he didn’t feel the same way.

“Hey Won, can I tell you something after class later?”

“Of course.” There was that smile again. If you weren’t so busy trying to slow your heart rate down, you would have caught the way his eyes brightened at hearing your question, and the way he looked down to twindle with his fingers.

You give Wonwoo your own smile before heading off to your last detour of the day.

Sleepovers with Wonwoo always consisted of a mountain of blankets, a never ending pile of snacks and a show to watch before eventually both of you fell asleep. When you arrived at his flat just as he was adding the finishing touches to a home cooked dinner, you realized that sleepovers with Wonwoo also consisted of another thing: Your tragic inability to keep your heart rate down.

“Dinner will be ready in a bit, you can just wash up and get changed for now,” Wonwoo turns to greet you before adding some pepper to the tteokbokki.

You nod and head over to his bathroom, where you already find your change of clothes resting on the counter. Any outsider would have been under the impression that you and Wonwoo lived together, considering that pieces of you were scattered all over his apartment. From the matching toothbrushes that were kept by the sink, to the drawer reserved only for your clothes in his bedroom.

The only reason that you and Wonwoo didn’t room together upon entering university, was the fact that your parents were wary of you rooming with a boy you weren’t even dating. Not that it mattered now, considering that you at least spent two nights at his place away from your own dorm.

After you showered and changed into your pajamas, you realized that Wonwoo had given you one of his sweaters to wear, instead of the usual shirts you slept in. Usually you would have raided his bedroom after dinner to steal one (you slept much better when you wore his clothing) but this time it appeared that he had taken the initiative for you.

Once you stepped out of the bathroom, you saw that Wonwoo was already sitting at the dining table and was on his phone. It looked like he was texting someone, and you felt your heart sink a little when he laughed at a message. No, you are not going to be jealous. You are going to be happy for your friend because he deserves all the happiness in the world.

“Is that the girl from your group project?” You sat down across from him and started piling the tteokbokki and rice onto your plate. “Yeah, she said that the professor just sent out a mass email to our class, saying that we were going to be given an extension. Turns out that email was meant for another course, but everyone is already celebrating the new deadline.”

Wonwoo shuts off his phone and turns to you, “Was there something you wanted to tell me today?”

Right. You were going to confess your feelings. It was now or never, and you weren’t sure if you could hold it in much longer. “I can just tell you after dinner, I’m starving.”

Tragic. Tragic. Tragic. Why couldn’t you just say the words, “Hey Won, I have feelings for you, do you feel the same way?” Must you be in a spiraling paradox of questioning the presence of unrequited love in the relationship you had with your best friend? Yes, most definitely yes. Since the world likes to make everything difficult for those in love.

Dinner was eaten in a comfortable silence for the most part. You liked that you never felt the need to fill the air with more conversation whenever you were with Wonwoo. There were days where you would just sit in each other’s presence and do your own thing, and those days left you with lots of time to ponder on your feelings for him. Tonight was the night that you were going to say these feelings aloud for the first time...you just needed a bit more time to procrastinate.

After you both finished your food, you relocated yourselves to the couch. You fidgeted with the end of your (his) sweater while Wonwoo searched for the show on Netflix. You figured that you would let him know in the morning, since there was a chance that you two would fall asleep before the episode ended. And you didn’t want to confess beforehand either, in fear of having to endure a brutal one hour of awkward tension if he didn’t feel the same way.

“Who would have thought that out of all the days the wifi could have chosen to bail on us, they chose the day where we were going to find out whether Haru belonged to Dan-oh’s story or not,” Wonwoo fiddles with the remote some more, while you panic in silence at the thought of spending the night with no distractions from your feelings.

“It’s not like we don’t already know how it ends,” You take deep quiet breaths to calm yourself down, you can definitely make it through the night, “We can just do other things.”

“What do you have in mind?”

You couldn’t answer him right away. The only thing you had on your mind was the fact that Wonwoo’s hand was now resting on your knee and that it was baffling how good he could look in pajamas. Wonwoo, sensing your inability to form words nervously glanced up at you before moving the conversation in a different direction, “Look, I know you had something to tell me today yn, but I realized that I wanted to share something with you too. I am in love-”

“I am in love with you Jeon Wonwoo!”

There. You blurted out a long-awaited confession before the anticipation consumed you whole. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from your hands in fear of seeing the look on Wonwoo’s face.

“Let me hear you say it again.”

“What?” You turn to Wonwoo, who no longer looked nervous. Instead, he wore the biggest shit-eating grin on his face that made you want to both kiss and strangle him. “Say it again.”

“Not when you look like you just won the lottery you nerd, you didn’t even say-”

“I am in love with you too yn.”

Well, you were never one to complain about the fact that your feelings were returned. But the way Wonwoo was cooing at your adorable expression of shock only made you want to shove him off the couch.

Which you proceeded to do.

“Hey! Aren’t you happy that I like you too?”

“Of course I’m happy! You didn’t have to try to beat me to my confession though, tonight was going to be my night!”

“You didn’t seem like you were going to say anything for the rest of the evening! You were going to wait until the next day weren’t you?”

Absolutely yes. “No!”

Any remaining tension in the atmosphere washed away as you and Wonwoo made fun of each other on the living room floor. You were beyond relieved and a little giddy that your best friend in the whole wide world saw you in the way that you saw him.

“But on a more serious note Won, were you also going to confess tonight too?”

“Actually no, but once you came out of the washroom wearing my sweater, I just had to say it before I tackled you with cuddles or something.”

“You gave me your sweater instead of my clothes to wear!”

“I know!” Wonwoo was holding your hand now and rubbing circles into your palm. The idea of cuddling the entire night didn’t sound so bad. “But you looked all nervous and shy and I was hoping that you were going to be the one to say something first.”

“Can we just agree that we confessed at the same time?” As the adrenaline from the confession began to slip away you suddenly became very tired, and you were hoping to just spend the night in the arms of your favourite person.

“Deal. So can we cuddle now?”

[wonlouvre]

hi! am i late? gonna req for wonwoo with tying his gf's hair thanks 😊 anyway i love your story so much💙

serene | j. ww.

pairing: wonwoo x g.n. reader genre: fluff word count: 1k+ warnings: none (please tell me if i missed anything!)

💌: hello anon! thank you so much for requesting and loving my stories <3 i’m sorry this took a while tho :( hello to everyone as well! been inactive for a while and just feeling a little bit... meh. BUT anyway, i hope you guys like this wonwoo request :’)

You’re sure you have a notebook somewhere filled with notes about how much Wonwoo makes everything in your life better. Like, you can’t believe how much you love this man, you could cry. You can’t completely express it in words and it’s obvious that your actions are not enough. But yeah, you love this man that hearing the doors of your apartment getting unlocked immediately makes you rise to your feet from the couch and watching him casually take off his shoes without noticing your presence makes you smile the biggest. 

“Hey.” 

And finally, finally, hearing his voice makes you melt in a puddle of nothing but love. 

Wonwoo smiles right back at you, still removing his other shoe with one hand while the other anchors his body against the wall to prevent him from falling. You patiently wait for him with your heels bouncing up and down. 

When he’s done, he stands up straight and gladly opens his arms. You don't hesitate to run and jump into them. Wonwoo almost trips, but he keeps his hold around you strong. He chuckles when your giggles vibrate against his neck. You’re in bliss as you snuggle closer and closer, tighter and tighter. 

Wonwoo inhales the scent of your favorite bath soap and caresses your damp hair. “Did you just shower?”

“Hmmm,” you hum, still not letting go. 

“Okay babe,” Wonwoo lightly pats your butt, “I’m going to need you to let go because I have to kiss you.”

You open your eyes and cheekily smile as you let your arms around his neck loose and wrap it around his waist instead. Wonwoo’s eyes are fond as he stares at your glimmering ones. You look probably disheveled because you haven’t touched the blow dryer to tame your hair, but he doesn’t mind. You can tell because his focus is you and only you. 

With arms wrapped around your shoulders, Wonwoo leans down to press a soft kiss on your lips. Your smile couldn’t help but grow wider. His is no different and that makes the two of you laugh. 

“Let me wash up then I’ll help you dry your hair,” your boyfriend proposes and you instantly agree. 

You could have waited for Wonwoo to arrive and have a bath together, but you really can’t bear keeping the sweat and dirt from the outside world on your skin, thus once you’re inside your humble abode, you wash your hands and strip off to wash up. But of course, there are still lazy yet tranquil weekends you share with your boyfriend.

Tonight, you sit on top of the bathroom sink as he takes his turn on cleaning up. Despite the curtains being opened, you try winning against the sound of the running water by speaking up as you ask him about how his day had been. Likewise, he asks the same question with the same effort. 

When he’s done hiking his sweatpants up to his pelvis, your arms return to his shirtless torso. Wonwoo is unbothered as he applies his moisturizer on his face. He only chuckles when he feels the fleeting kisses you press on his back. 

“Alright, your turn,” Wonwoo says and pulls you by your arm to exchange positions. He’s now the one standing behind you. He finds the hair dryer and plugs it on the socket first before picking your brush up. You really don’t need to dry your hair and have it tied all the time, but he always insists. It’s cute and to be honest, you have no complaints whatsoever. In fact, you love it. 

“Were you waiting for me?” Wonwoo asks, rummaging through the cabinet for your hair ties. 

You purse your lips and shake your head gently. “No. You just happened to arrive the moment I finished showering.”

Wonwoo looks at you through the mirror, eyebrows rising in doubt. You poke your tongue out to tease him and he does the same. 

The first time Wonwoo ever tried to comb, dry, fix and tie your hair was a mistake you never wanted a repetition of. He wasn’t necessarily clueless but he was really bad. He’s well aware of that by the sound of your hisses back then. However, he didn’t give up. He paid extra attention to your instructions as time went by and eventually, he got the hang of it. 

Without noticing, it became a part of your after shower routine to have your hair taken care of by Wonwoo. 

“You’re doing a much better job than I do,” you praise in between closing and opening your eyes, feeling good with the soft massage your boyfriend is giving your scalp. “Knowing that this is my hair and my head.”

Wonwoo snickers, his lips biting on the hair tie. The massage is cut short because he can see how sleepy you’re getting. He probably should have done this in the bedroom or living room. But, that doesn’t matter anymore. Once he’s done combing, he lets go of the hair tie and wraps it around the ponytail he proudly pulled up. 

“Done,” Wonwoo whispers to your ear, sending tickles down your spine. You turn around to hug him and he gladly hugs you back. He places a gentle and long kiss on the top of your head before breathing a breath of ease.

“Thank you Wonwoo,” you say and plant your cheek against his chest. You’re incredibly feeling clingy tonight and you’re hoping he doesn’t mind. 

Wonwoo assures you he doesn’t because the next thing he does is wrap his arms around you a little tighter. “Anytime, babe.”

You really should find that notebook you’re talking about. You should completely write on it and not leave a single page without anything written. Afterwards, you will get a new notebook and write on it again. You will write about how Wonwoo is special to your life and that no one could ever replace him. 

This is totally not in an uncomfortable or weird kind of way. Just some words you want to pour out when you’re a bit shy to say them out loud. And hopefully someday, in the near future, you will be able to remember what you wrote and finally tell him.