#im wondering if that’s where they got the inspo from or not

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*queue material girl by madonna*

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[gyubakeries]

OT13 reaction to: their kid stealing an item from them.

a/n: was struck by random inspo while working on a request i got (i will be posting all requests IM SO SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE) but yeah!!! also credits to @sousydive for suggesting the bonus woozi reaction hahaha 💗 i also think i got a little carried away haha 😭 i hope you guys like it!

contents: seventeen x afab!reader , dad!seventeen , husband!seventeen , crack , fluff , woozi's pink underwear makes a guest appearance , seventeen and reader have kids , some members have a boy and some have a girl, some have both; i just chose at random , just a lot of cutesy vibes

seungcheol:

"babe, where's my rolex?" seungcheol calls out, and you hurriedly rush into the bedroom from the kitchen. "what do you mean where's your rolex? don't tell me you've misplaced it, choi seungcheol!" you hiss, panicked. the rolex was a gift to seungcheol from your parents after you got married, and besides the sentimental value, the price of it alone was enough to make anyone faint.

"i put it right where i put it every day!" seungcheol says defensively. "and i didn't wear it over the weekend either!"

just then, your toddler waddles into the room excitedly, giggling cutely. "mama, look! shiny!"

"baby, not now," you sigh, focused on figuring out where the watch could be.

"daddy! i'm like you now! look!" your child tries again, and seungcheol, always the weakest when it came to his kid, looked down, only to burst into laughter.

you look up at seungcheol, wondering what could be so funny when a rolex is missing. but a quick glance at your child has you rolling on the floor in laughter.

because there your adorable baby was, with a shiny rolex hanging off his wrist and a brighter smile etched on his face.

"do i look like daddy?" your son tilts his head, and you can only sigh in relief as seungcheol pulls your kid into a hug, carefully slipping the watch off his wrist.

"mama thinks you look even more handsome, baby," you tease.

"hey! not fair!" seungcheol pouts.

(your small family spends a morning filled with laughter, until seungcheol has to rush to work because he realizes he's already late to his meeting.)

jeonghan:

"shit! where is he?" jeonghan murmurs under his breath, crouching on the floor to duck under the bed.

"babe? what are you looking for?" you question, walking into your bedroom to find jeonghan crawling on all fours.

"ddoljjongie!" jeonghan sighs, exasperated. "i can't find him anywhere!"

"that's strange," you muse, eyebrows furrowed as you try to recollect where you'd last seen jeonghan's pet rock.

ddoljjongie wasn't just any boring rock, he was jeonghan's 'pet', one he adopted from your first date with him at the beach. the rock was quite precious, always tucked away safely on your dresser, or his study, but right now, it had just disappeared.

"dada! mom! look, i made new friends!" your daughter rushes into the room, practically vibrating with happiness.

temporarily giving up on his search for ddoljjong, jeonghan follows you and your daughter to the backyard.

your daughter leads you both to the couch on the patio, showing off a.... rock collection?

"ddoljjongie!" jeonghan exclaims. before he can get to his rock though, your daughter stops him.

"wait! jjong made new friends! this is momo, that's kkumie, and that's hulk!" your daughter says, the last rock being a pebble covered in green moss.

"don't take jjong away, dada," your daughter pouts. "he's having so much fun here!"

jeonghan gives in quickly, ruffling his baby girl's hair. "alright, ddoljjong can stay here. now come back inside, it's bedtime."

you smile at how cute your family is, and you're also surprised at how easily jeonghan parts with his pet rock.

(the surprise only lasts till when you see your husband sneak out, draw a face on another similar shaped rock, put it in ddoljjong's place, and then tip-toe back into the house after your daughter has fallen asleep.)

joshua:

"shua, you should play us something on your guitar!" seokmin suggests, and everyone cheers. all of joshua's 12 chaotic friends have gathered in your living room, along with their families, to celebrate mingyu and his wife's pregnancy.

joshua, ever the crowd-pleaser, gets up to fetch his guitar. you follow him to your bedroom, passing your son's bedroom on the way. seungkwan's daughter and wonwoo's twins are playing an intense game of charades, while your son is busy doing.... something.

before you can find out what he's doing, joshua's panicked whisper catches your attention.

"babe! where's my guitar pick?" he asks, and you're just as confused. joshua's guitar and all related equipment are always stored neatly in your bedroom. there's no reason for the guitar pick to go missing.

you enter your bedroom, looking in the drawers of your dresser to find the guitar pick, but in vain.

your search is cut short by the sound of loud cheers from the living room, and a soonyoung who looks close to tears appearing at your bedroom door.

"you guys have to see this."

soonyoung was known for his dramatic streak, but seeing the sight everyone was cooing at in your living room made you tear up a little bit too.

joshua seems equally affected, if the arm wrapped around your shoulders and the love-filled gaze directed at you is anything to go by.

there's your little boy, sitting in the center of all his uncles and aunts, clutching his toy guitar and joshua's guitar pick. he's strumming the strings to mimic the playing of the instrument. although the strings don't make a musical sound, your son's voice singing 'sunday morning' by maroon 5 is enough to make you shed some tears.

everyone watches him with a smile on their faces, and you feel your chest swell with pride as your son looks like the splitting image of joshua, his eyes and lips curved into the exact identical smile of your husband.

(later, minghao and seungcheol send you videos of your son's performance from various angles, and jihoon leaves the house with a promise of signing your son under his record label one day. you can only feel grateful and happy seeing joshua play 'sunday morning' on his real guitar as your son sings along with him.)

junhui:

"y/n? could you get my lemon gummies along with the popcorn?" junhui requests. it's a movie date night for the two of you, and your twins (one boy and one girl) are asleep in their bedroom.

"god, you and your love for sour things," you sigh, feigning annoyance. when you first met junhui at a frat party in college, you were weirdly drawn in by the fact that he could eat an entire lemon without, like, dying from how sour it is.

"you love it," he winks playfully, making you laugh as you retreat to the kitchen to make popcorn. once the packet is in the microwave, you open the pantry to find the lemon gummies junhui loves to snack on.

from his last visit to his hometown, he had brought back at least five packets, three of which had been finished over the span of a year.

but where were the remaining two?

"babe? did you finish all the gummies?" you call out, moving around the various snacks and items in your pantry, looking for the gummies.

junhui is quick to come in the kitchen. "i remember there were a couple of packets left..." he mumbles, helping you look for the snack.

as if on cue, a loud scream rings out, followed by giggles. you and your husband share a quick glance before rushing up the stairs to your kids' bedroom.

you're bursting into the room, heart beating rapidly at the thought of your children getting hurt, but the sight that greets you calms you down instantly.

your adorable kids are seated on the floor, your daughter giggling loudly, and your son's face scrunched up in disgust. between them lies the missing packets of lemon gummies.

"baba! look, we ate gummy but he spit it!" your daughter chirps, babbling excitedly, while your son is vigorously wiping at his tongue, trying to get the sour flavor off his tongue.

"our daughter is just like you," you tease junhui, and he can only smile. he joins the kids on the floor, and you pass him a glass of water for your son.

"babies, i told you not to touch the lemon gummies," jun says, gentle yet firm. "they're too sour for you."

"not for me! i like sour!" your daughter pipes up, but your son, after finishing the water, scowls.

"it's too sour, baba," he pouts. "tastes yucky."

"you're just a scaredy-cat," your daughter teases your son, sticking her tongue out at him.

junhui turns back to meet your gaze, giving you a smile so sweet and loving that it makes you melt.

(you, junhui, and your kids spend the rest of the night, cuddled up on your twins' too-small-for-4-people bed, eating caramel popcorn and strawberry candy. your life has never been sweeter.)

soonyoung:

a loud shriek wakes you up abruptly. you were dozing off on the couch on a lazy, sunday afternoon, hoping to catch up on some much needed sleep after staying up with your daughter the entire night to help her finish a project.

but judging from how horrified your husband sounds, you realize that there really isn't much scope to catch a break in a household with two, hyper-active kwons.

"love? what's up?" you ask, walking into your bedroom. you see soonyoung clutching his hair in despair, standing in the middle of your bedroom. what was once a neatly arranged room now looks like a hurricane named 'kwon soonyoung' just rampaged through it.

"tamtam."

"what about tamtam?" you ask.

"he's gone. tamtam is missing." soonyoung whispers frantically, looking like he's about to absolutely lose his shit any moment now.

"he'll be around here somewhere," you try to placate him. "when did you last see him?"

"i know i brought him to the living room with me before we started on the family tree..." soonyoung mumbles, referring to the previous night, when you both stayed up with your daughter.

"let's go look there," you suggest, and soonyoung follows you, biting his lips in worry.

you look on the sofa, under the sofa, behind the sofa, even between the sofa cushions, but your search has been pointless.

until....

"wait, what's floopy doing here?" soonyoung asks, holding up your daughter's bunny plushie. if her father had an attachment to his tiger plushie, your daughter was impossibly glued to her bunny, floopy. it was extremely difficult to get her to do anything without floopy by her side, especially sleeping.

but if floopy was here, how was your daughter asleep upstairs?

soonyoung and you make your way to your daughter's bedroom, opening the door softly so as to not wake her up.

you tiptoe into the room first, smiling at how peaceful your daughter looked while she was sleeping. you peel back the blanket covering her gently, and sure enough, tamtam, soonyoung's beloved plushie, was cuddled up next to her, some of her drool dripping down to tamtam's poor face.

"too bad, soons. looks like she's taken over tamtam now," you whisper, only joking, but the look of pure sadness in soonyoung's eyes makes you laugh out loud, which in turn wakes your daughter up.

"daddy! look, tammie slept here today! we had the bestest sleepover," your daughter grins, ever the happy pill, just like her father.

"and you left floopy all alone in the living room," soonyoung pouts. "she's all upset and said she wouldn't talk to you, because you took tamtam with you."

your daughter's eyes widen immediately, and she's springing out of bed, chucking the tiger plushie in soonyoung's general direction and running over to the living room to reconcile with her precious floopy.

("you're a menace, soonyoung," you sigh. you had just managed to calm your daughter down after she began wailing because floopy wouldn't talk to her. soonyoung talking to her in a high-pitched voice, pretending to be the bunny plushie had managed to console your daughter.

"at least i provided a solution!" soonyoung says defensively, and you can only kiss his cheek because of how endearing he is.)

wonwoo:

"babe! breakfast is ready!" you call out, dishing out the last of the pancakes on a plate. you then open the fridge to grab the maple syrup, when you hear a loud crash in your bedroom.

"shit, wonwoo, are you okay?" you gasp, entering the bedroom to see wonwoo sitting on the floor, rubbing at his forehead, which had a red patch forming on it.

"can't see," he groans. "my glasses aren't here."

you rush to help him up and guide him to sit on the bed. you press your cold hands to his forehead, hoping to relieve some of the sting from the collision he had with the cupboard.

"that's strange," you mutter. "you always leave them on the bedside table. did you leave it in your study last night?"

"nope," he shakes his head. "i'm not that forgetful."

"i'll go check to be sure," you offer. "sit here, don't move. if you crash into my dresser and break the vase, you're a dead man, jeon wonwoo."

"okay okay," wonwoo nods. "please go check, i feel like my vision has been taken away from me."

you laugh at how helpless and silly your husband looks, sitting on the bed with a pout, his hair messy, and his forehead red.

"you're such an old, blind man," you tease.

"don't make me want to chase you around the house, y/n," wonwoo threatens playfully.

"you can't even see me, baby," you retort, and before wonwoo can reply, you're going off to the study to find his glasses.

just as you enter the study, you hear a loud crash coming from your son's room. you quickly hurry there, and it seems like your husband heard the crash too, because he's walking to the room with his hands held out in front of him to avoid any more accidents.

you open the door to find your son sitting in the same position you found wonwoo in not too long ago, rubbing at his forehead.

and, wait, is that wonwoo's glasses he's wearing?

"oh baby, what happened?" you coo, kneeling to the ground to gently pry the too big glasses slipping off your son's nose and handing it back to wonwoo.

"was wearing daddy's glasses to look like him, but i couldn't see anything, so i bumped into my cupboard," your son whines, and you can't believe you have two clumsy boys living in your house.

"you're just like your daddy, aren't you?" you laugh, and wonwoo chuckles as well. you sit down on the floor, pulling your son into your lap to fuss over him and make sure he's not seriously injured, and wonwoo joins you too.

"does anything else hurt, baby?" you ask, and your son shakes his head. "just have a boo-boo here, mommy," he says, pointing at his forehead.

you lean in to press a loud smooch to your son's forehead, pulling away to grin at him. "now your boo-boo will go away!"

"and what about my boo-boo?" wonwoo interrupts, and you can't help but laugh at how serious he looks.

"come here, you big baby."

(the rest of the morning is spent in both your boys arguing over who needs more cuddles from you. the stack of pancakes grow cold in the kitchen.)

jihoon:

"welcome hom- woah, what's got you in a rush?" you ask when your husband whizzes past you just as he returns home from work. you see him disappear into his studio, so you know he has a 'musical emergency.'

back from your dating days in college, jihoon had always been interested in producing music. although he didn't make a career out of it, he'd still write and compose songs in his free time.

at this point, you've lost track of how many songs jihoon has dedicated to you and your precious daughter. his family was his biggest inspiration, and you could really feel the genuine love and care he had for the most important girls in his life from his songs.

but today, there was something off about his production process.

"y/n, have you seen my headphones?" he asks you when you enter the studio.

"i swear i haven't touched them!" you raise your arms in surrender, reminded of how you had accidentally knocked a glass of water onto jihoon's headphones a few years back. ever since that day, you've made sure not to touch his music equipment, because you knew how precious they were to him.

"shit...." he mumbles worriedly. it wasn't like him to misplace his belongings, and no one really went into his studio if he hadn't invited or allowed them to.

just then, your daughter waddles into the room, a proud grin etched on her face.

"papa! i made you a song!"

jihoon, momentarily forgetting about his lost headphones to switch into girl-dad mode.

"can we hear it baby?" you ask encouragingly, and your daughter just gestures for you both to follow her.

jihoon and you trail behind your daughter, entering her bedroom to find an amusing sight. the mini pink, barbie piano and microphone set you bought for her was set up with a torch laying on the floor, which probably meant to imitate a spotlight.

on the bed was a toy laptop one of her friends had gifted her, and jihoon's headphones.

"used papa's special earmuffs to make a song!" your daughter claps, and all the tension in jihoon's body melts away in an instant. "mom, will you hold the spotlight please?"

you nod, silently gesturing at jihoon to record your daughter's performance. once her stage is set, she sits at the mini piano, positions the microphone near her mouth and starts playing her song.

it was endearing to see her look as serious as her father when he would play and sing his songs for you. the lyrics were mostly random sentences about unicorns and ice-cream, and the keys of the piano played discordant notes, but you'd never heard a more beautiful thing in your life before this.

(your daughter gets bored of performing after repeating 'twinkle twinkle little star' 5 times, so she runs away to watch cartoons, and jihoon finally stops recording. neither of you point out the happy tears that must've spilled out sometime during your daughter's rendition of 'old mcdonald had a farm' with extra animals like hippos and zebras. you can only wish the melody of your life remains this beautiful forever.)

(bonus, inspired by sousy. jihoon has a son in this:)

"y/n, has jihoon ever told you about his pink underwear?" mingyu giggles, like the menace he is.

"mingyu, have you told your wife about that horrendous bowl cut you had in high school? i have pictures i can show her right now." jihoon glares at his friend.

"pink underwear?" you laugh, amused. "i'm yet to hear about it."

"god, y/n, don't listen to him," jihoon groans, but the sound is drowned out by seokmin and soonyoung's ridiculously loud cackling. they point in the direction behind you, so you and jihoon turn around to see what they're laughing at.

sure enough, it's your son, running around the house like a madman with his father's infamous pink underwear atop his head.

"what?" jihoon gasps. he clearly remembers placing the underwear at the very back of his closet so no one would see it. how on earth did his son find it?

the answer comes in the form of a mischievously smirking jeonghan and joshua who emerge from your bedroom a few seconds later, fist-bumping each other.

yeah, jihoon has a bad headache now.

seokmin:

"lovie, have you seen my dodgers jersey?" seokmin asks, popping his head into the bathroom, where you were currently finishing up your skincare routine.

"it should be in your closet," you reply, applying sunscreen on your face.

"but it isn't," seokmin pouts, and that alarms you.

seokmin's doders jersey is one of his most prized possessions. he's even joked about being buried with it when he dies so he can continue being a fan in the afterlife. (you don't really encourage those jokes.)

if it isn't in his closet, where else would it be?

"i'll help you look for it," you offer, and the both of you nearly empty out your entire wardrobe to find the jersey, but it was nowhere to be seen.

"it's okay, we're getting late," seokmin smiles. "the guys will kill us if we're late. i'll just wear something else."

and with that, seokmin changes into another outfit, and you wonder how he's always so easy-going. if you weren't able to find your favorite shirt, you'd sulk about it till the time you found it.

the jersey is forgotten a while later. you busy yourself with packing a baby bag for your toddler, and seokmin had rushed to the convenience store when he realized that they hadn't bought any ice-cream.

you're grabbing some extra clothes for your daughter, when you realize that the house has been awfully quiet.

where's your daughter?

you call out her name, but there isn't any response that follows, and it gets you worried.

you look around the house just to be sure your daughter isn't playing hide-and-seek with you again. (she hid from you the entire day once. anything was possible.)

finally, you think of going out to the backyard to check if your daughter was there, and surprisingly, you're met with a crying seokmin.

"wha- when did you let yourself in? why are you crying, lovie?" you ask, and he sniffles.

"i forgot the keys, and i thought you'd be busy, so i let myself in through the back door, and then, i saw...."

his voice trails off, and he gestures behind him. your daughter is clad in his precious dodgers jersey, and the previously white material is stained with mud and dirt from rolling around on the floor.

"oh my god, seok," you gasp, thinking your husband was crying because his jersey was ruined, but you're even more surprised when he stops you from going over to your daughter to take the jersey away.

"i'm not sad," he explains, and you wipe his tears away. "i'm just- i'm just really happy. i asked her why she was wearing the jersey, and she said-"

"if daddy likes, then i like!" your daughter's cheery voice cuts in.

"you wore the jersey because daddy likes it?" you ask, endeared by your daughter's antics.

"mhm! daddy loves the jersey, and daddy loves me, so i wore it to make him extra happy and smiley!" your daughter grins, her eyes crinkling just like her father's, and you hear seokmin cry even louder.

"baby, i got so scared when i saw you crying," you whine, playfully hitting his arm, but then pulling him in for a hug anyways.

"i'm sorry, i couldn't contain the tears," seokmin chuckles wetly. the moment is interrupted by a phone call from seungcheol, who says that if your family doesn't arrive in the next 30 minutes, all the food was going to be finished.

(on the drive to the picnic, you tap seokmin's shoulder to catch his attention. "thank you, for teaching our daughter how to love. she's this way because she learned from the best."

seokmin can only smile back at you, and none of you talk about how tears well up in his eyes again.)

mingyu:

it was a friday evening, and mingyu decided that his tried-and-tested, well-loved kimchi jjigae would be the perfect dinner. he grabs the ingredients and utensils and gets to work right away.

while you were finishing up some work, you were greeted by the comforting aroma of mingyu's cooking. unable to help yourself, you quickly go over to the kitchen, and your heart is filled with warmth at the sight of mingyu, tall mingyu, hunched over the too-low stove, making dinner for your family of three.

"what's cookin', good-lookin'?" you say, sneaking up behind mingyu, effectively startling your husband, who jumps up in the air with a squeal.

"shit, baby, you gave me a heart-attack," mingyu whines, pretending to be upset but still leaning down to kiss you sweetly.

"and a stained white t-shirt," you giggle, and mingyu stares at the white tank top he was wearing, with a large stain forming on it. the stew must have spilled on him when he got startled, and the thought of having to remove the stain made him groan.

"wait, where's my apron?" he questions. being a clumsy person by nature, mingyu has perfected some fool-proof techniques for himself so that he can reduce the number of disasters he creates on a daily basis. one of these techniques was to always wear an apron while cooking so that nothing splatter onto his clothes.

"isn't it here?" you ask, walking over to a cabinet where his apron is usually kept, but the spot was empty.

"that's strange," mingyu mumbles. "maybe i put it in the laundry accidentally. i'll check later."

none of you notice the blue-checkered apron stashed in a corner of your son's bedroom later that night, when you tuck him into bed.

a week goes by, and both mingyu and you forget about the missing apron, till mingyu is spilling marinara sauce on his favorite sweater.

"we'll just buy a new one," mingyu sighs when another extensive search of the kitchen had still not helped you find a new apron.

being workaholics, and chronically bad at remembering things, mingyu and you somehow forgot to buy a new apron. in fact, the thought doesn't strike him till the next week, when everyone was gathered in seungcheol's backyard for a barbecue party.

"shit, i don't have an apron," mingyu groans, having realized the lack of an apron just as he was about to start grilling the meat.

before seungcheol can give mingyu a spare, your son is rushing towards you, mingyu's missing apron tied around his waist, and the ends clutched in his tiny fists to avoid tripping on the too-long fabric for his too-small body.

"dada! i'm cooking today!"

your boy even grabs one of the kiddie plastic forks and spoons, standing next to mingyu at the grill, the apron hanging off his tiny frame, and a makeshift chef hat (a plastic bag) atop his head.

"okay, you can be my sous-chef," mingyu grins, looking at your son with love and affection in his eyes.

(your son only helps mingyu sprinkle salt over some of the pieces of meat he was grilling, but the unbridled giggles escaping him made the memory more precious.)

minghao:

"i'm bored." you announce, plopping next to your husband on the couch, snuggling up against him.

"what, you want me to dance or something?" minghao replies, looking at you with an amused grin.

"wonwoo did tell me you could bust a few moves back in the day," you tease, and minghao rolls his eyes.

"those moves were meant to be left in those days, cutie," he smiles, booping your nose. "anything else i can do to entertain you?"

you hum, contemplating what your answer should be, when you finally find the best answer.

"you should do a tea ceremony!" you suggest. "i always feel so relaxed watching you do it."

minghao gapes at you, his eyes widening. "i thought the exact same thing! i'll get the tea set, can you grab all the ingredients and utensils?"

"on it, boss," you salute, making your husband laugh at your playful demeanour, before he heads into the bedroom to retrieve his tea set.

the set was very precious to him; his grandmother had handcrafted each cup, saucer, and teapot with utmost care. she had even hand-painted each utensil, and minghao cherished the set a lot.

to his surprise, when he looks for the tea set in the dresser, where it is always stored, it's missing.

"darling, can you come in here for a sec?" minghao calls out for you, making you leave the ingredients on the kitchen counter and rushing into your bedroom at the urgency of his tone.

"where's my tea set?"

"in the dresser," you answer.

"it isn't there now," minghao frowns, and when you come closer to check, you notice the missing box.

"ah, maybe i put it somewhere else?" you mumble. "i was clearing out the dresser a few days back, and i remember taking the set out to put it somewhere else. it was too heavy for the dresser, and i didn't want to risk breaking it."

"do you remember where you put it?" minghao asks, calm and composed. he was a little antsy at first, but he trusts you with keeping his belongings safe.

"maybe in the kitchen?" you sigh, not being able to recollect. "let's go look there."

minghao follows you to the kitchen, and you both open up various cabinets and drawers, but the tea set wasn't in any of them.

just at the moment, your daughter walks into the room, confidently striding up to the fridge, opening it and grabbing a carton of orange juice.

"hi sweetie, do you want me to pour you some?" minghao asks your daughter, but she shakes her head.

"the juice isn't for me," she explains. "it's for the tea party."

"tea party?" you and minghao ask in unison, and your daughter smiles.

"come join us!"

she leads the both of you into her room, and the black box you'd been trying to find all this time is on the floor of your daughter's bedroom.

but that wasn't the end of it. your daughter had made four of her favorite dolls sit upright on plastic chairs, one left empty for her, and placed them around the small table she had in her room. and surely enough, minghao's tea set was placed on the table, with each chair having a cup placed in front of it, and the teapot in the middle.

in moments like these, with minghao's fragile tea set involved, you were glad that your daughter was responsible and careful with handling precious things, just like her father.

"do you guys want a cup too?" your daughter offers, and, is 'no' ever an answer?

(the tea set only had 6 cups, and with the last cup being handed over to you, minghao had to resort to sipping lukewarm orange juice out of his daughter's purple unicorn mug. he'd never felt happier.)

seungkwan:

making your two sons watch a horror movie, late at night, probably wasn't seungkwan's best decision as a father. but when they shot him with the puppy eyes, he couldn't help but give in.

so now, you have two seven year-olds, clutching onto you for dear life while 'monster house' plays on the TV.

"momma! make the house stop!" one son shrieks, trying to hide his entire body behind you, while your other son grips onto seungkwan's arm tightly, as if scared of being sucked into the TV and joining the kids in the movie.

"okay. that's enough," you decide, reaching for the remote and pausing the movie. "this is why we have a zero tolerance policy for horror movies in this house, seungkwan."

"i'm sorry, baby," seungkwan pouts. "they looked so-"

"i know. i get it," you sigh, you yourself having given into many of their ridiculous demands only because of how wide and watery their eyes would get.

your kids really need to stop spending time with mingyu and seokmin.

"off to bed, both of you," you instruct your boys, and they waste no time, scurrying out of the living room as quickly as possible.

"should i go check if they're okay?" seungkwan asks, feeling guilty.

"they'll be fine," you insist. your boys would have been screaming their heads off by now if anything scared them even the slightest bit.

"how about we finish the movie? i'm kinda curious to see how it ends," you suggest, and seungkwan agrees.

at some point during the movie, you must have dozed off, because when you open your eyes, you find yourself in your bedroom with the sunlight peeking in through the curtains.

and you discern the cause behind your disrupted sleep.

"babe, have you seen my badminton racquets?" seungkwan whispers gently, hovering above you.

"mm, not in the storage room?" you croak out, rubbing your eyes.

"nope, i already checked, and- wait, don't fall asleep!" seungkwan whines when you cover yourself with the blankets and turn to your side to sleep again.

"it's saturday, just sleep in kwan," you groan.

"but i told jeonghan i'd play badminton with him today," seungkwan frowns.

"alright, no morning cuddles for you then," you huff, feigning annoyance.

"i guess jeonghan wouldn't mind if i don't show up," seungkwan mumbles, and you smile triumphantly as your husband joins you in bed, holding you close.

the next time you wake up, you scream.

"what happened?" seungkwan gasps, immediately waking up as well. his panic dies down as soon as he sees the sight that made you scream.

both your sons holding seungkwan's missing badminton racquets, standing at the foot of the bed. their faces were covered by ski masks, and they stared at you both, racquets ready to attack.

("boys, we aren't ghosts," you try again. your boys still aren't very convinced. they've held seungkwan and you hostage in your bedroom for an hour under the pretext of protecting themselves from 'ghosts.'

"if we're ghosts, then i guess you won't get pancakes for breakfast," your husband declares, and your boys are immediately pouncing upon you two, apologizing for thinking you were ghosts and begging you to make them pancakes.

that day you make seungkwan promise that he won't let the boys near horror movies till they're eighteen.)

hansol:

winters always got freezing cold, and you insisted that everyone in the house must have at least one woollen on, even if they're just at home. the rule was made mainly because hansol tended to run a little cold, and you had to make sure that he was bundled up in warm clothes and socks at all times.

naturally, you're surprised when you find hansol on the couch, shivering even though he's wearing a thick jumper with a hoodie on top.

"honey, what's wrong?" you frown, immediately pulling your husband into a tight hug, hoping to warm him up.

"my warm socks, i can't find them," he complains. "they've been missing for, like, a week."

"but i remember washing them last week and putting them in your dresser," you say, clearly remembering when you had put the socks along with your other laundry.

"i'll buy some later," hansol sighs, cuddling into you for more warmth. at that moment, your daughter and son run into the living room, their hands hidden behind their backs.

"mom! dad! do you wanna see something fun?" your son asks enthusiastically, and you both nod at your children.

"okay, close your eyes, and be prepared to see a beautiful princess and a dragon!" your daughter instructs. both hansol and you share an amused glance before shutting your eyes, anticipating what your children have prepared.

you hear them whisper softly, and after a couple of minutes, they tell you to open your eyes.

your children have ducked behind the table, their bodies hidden, but their arms raise upwards.

and on their arms were puppets, made with...

... hansol's socks?

your children had drawn various faces and clothes onto the socks, and they confidently started their puppet show, narrating some version of a fairytale in which a dragon is locked in a tower, and the princess comes riding in on a horse and saves the dragon.

you look down at your husband, who is thoroughly enjoying the puppet show, his laugh reverberating in the living room, which only spurs your children on to making more exaggerated motions and voices as they narrate the story.

(in the end, you give hansol some of your own pink woollen socks, and the sight of him walking around the whole house with baby pink socks is surely a memory you'll remember for a long time.)

chan:

"mm, you need to shave," you groan when chan playfully nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his stubble grazing your skin.

"you're just like the others," chan pouts.

"well, the others are right," you smile. "plus, i happen to like my husband beard-less."

"whatever you wish, is my command," chan sighs dramatically, rolling out of bed to head into the bathroom.

"don't forget to use your electric razor!" you laugh, and he groans in response.

"neither my wife nor my friends will ever let me live in peace," chan laments, walking into the bathroom. he fetches his razor, which had been kept in a box on a high shelf so that their daughter wouldn't be able to reach it, but for some strange reason, the shaving foam wasn't there next to it.

"babe, did you keep my shaving foam somewhere?" chan calls out.

"it's always in the bathroom," you answer. "i have no use for it anyways."

chan sighs, looking in different cabinets to locate the shaving foam, but it had gone missing.

just then, your daughter walks into the room, banging a spoon on a plastic lid.

"breakfast is ready!"

after making her announcement, she scurries out of the room. chan and you are quick to follow, wondering if your daughter had messed up the kitchen.

surprisingly, she takes you to her bedroom, where there's a few plastic lids filled with something, and...

"my shaving foam!" chan points out, locating the can on his daughter's dresser.

"no! whipped cream! for pancake!" your daughter retorts, pointing to the plastic lids on her bed.

she had made purple-colored pancakes with clay (the other colors had gone missing) and they were topped off with chan's shaving foam.

"yum yum!"

chan and you burst into laughter at the same time.

(later, you make some real and edible pancakes, which your daughter and husband finish up quickly. they even fight over the last pancake.

amidst the chaos of the fight, they don't notice you quietly finishing up the last pancake too.)

- fin.

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[samfucker]

gulp... darlin hcs... this is kinda long... i use he/they pronouns here. hes a cis dude in my eyes i just type they out of instinct.

hes called julius

mexican-asian! (their dad is mexican, their mom is cambodian. they were born in mexico but moved to washington when their dad got a better job opportunity.)

his dad has a teardrop tattoo and one of those "cut here" tattoos on his neck. he's also blind in one eye

their mom is beautiful but #evil. she always had her nails painted dark red

julius' favourite colour is dark red

he got 4 siblings!! hes the middle.

their older sister was the typical 2000s teen girl. ik yall are envisioning the hairstyle im talking about. she also brags about how she loved leopard print before it got popular.

also shes a kesha lover. now she listens to chappell roan. she IS casual.

as an adult, their younger brother works with animals! their older sister has an online job and their older brother is a mechanic. their younger sister is in college and julius hates her bf. the one sided beef is crazy. theyve never even met in person.

he did boxing as a teen and his little sister used to do dance

ik more of the fandom wants them to have happy childhood BUT NOT ME!!!!!!1

BOOM UR PARENTS SUCK!!

their dad sold their wii for drug money (am i projecting)

their mom is worst than their dad muahahahahah

they had a saint bernard called Pooch growing up and a yappy little chihuahua that his mom loved. that dog also refused to die. like im talking this dog got attacked by a bigger dog and had a tumor and got hit by a car and survived. by the time the dog died it had a leg missing and was blind. the vet bills were crazy

even tho their parents were shitty, they could never bring themselves to hate them even though they wanted to. when either of them would pass out on the couch, he'd cover them with a blanket and clean the living room and kitchen. when his mom would be upset, he'd sit and listen to her even tho she never did the same to him

he doesnt talk to his parents now and he makes jokes about what he went thru to cope, but he wonders if they're doing okay, if they got healed and became better people or if they passed away and they never knew.

the bond they had with their unempowered friend was the same bond asher, david and milo have. his friend was called trevor.

julius was trevors first kiss because trevor complained about feeling like a loser since everyone started dating around their teen years LMFAO

their first concert was a metallica one that they went to with quinn

they worked as a waiter for a while as a teenager and had a work bestie that was like 40

guyliner...........

I STOLE THIS HC FROM A FIC IVE READ IF YOU FIND IT PLZ LMK SO I CAN CREDIT!! but they worked in a fighting ring at one point

my own add on to the same hc: during this time, they had a shitty little apartment and the most decorated space was a dresser dedicated to their fish, soda pop. that fish was spoiled as fuck and he cried when soda pop died

he frequented a diner to the point the lady behind the counter knew his order beat for beat

when they were teenagers, asher took inspo from their style. they used to wear those little black wrist bands with the little spikes (do yall know what im talking about) and thats where ashers love for his spiked collar came from

they do not have a single pair of blank socks. they all have some sort of stupid design on them

also ofc, the rubber duck, courtesy of domini.

they hate haircuts

they HATE the grocery store. they get overstimulated and wanna die immediately.

best meal theyve ever made for themselves is mac and cheese. from those little boxes.

aggro bit them one time and theyre still upset over it

TATTED AS FAWK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and they have piercings GODDDD THEYRE SO FINE

they also have sharp canines (im bouta bust)

i know yall want asher to have heterochromia but i hc julius has it. HOWEVER! I hc asher has anisocoria (one pupil bigger than the other). they bond over having eye conditions

they also fell out of a tree in the middle of the woods one time and cracked their head open and broke their leg and had to limp home

the first ever scar he got was on his chin when he and his brother were pushing each other around (as brothers do) and julius fell and cut his chin open. its very faded now, but his brother brings it up somtimes

one time, out of boredome, he ran away from his brother at the store

his little sister would hide between clothes in the store and would need to be called for on the intercom

i have more. theyre my fav listener. all my hcs go to them.

[castiwls]

i can fix him (no really i can) - d.w

Paring; dean x reader

Prompt; 'I can fix him. no, really, I can, and only I can'

Requested; no

Warnings; mentions of alcoholism, hes kinda manipulative idk? the relationship isn't the best 🫠

Notes i was going back and forth on if I should write this for Dean or for Anakin for SOOO long but it seems im back on my Dean brain rot.

reqs and inbox are open ! (Also inspo for this comes from here <3)

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

The sight of yet another empty bottle left a sigh falling from your lips. You looked around the kitchen for a moment, a small pit of annoyance building in your stomach as your eyes landed back on the bottle. 

That was the fifth bottle this week. You stood for a moment thinking, you knew trying to talk to Dean when he was drunk was almost like talking to a brick wall. Even more so if what you wanted to talk to him about was his drinking. Walking towards your room you ran a hand through your hair a breath leaving your lips as you tried to push your annoyance down.

Pushing the door open another sigh left your lips. “Dean?” You shut the door before walking over to where he’d slumped over on the bed. Had the last hunt really been that bad? You were more than aware of your boyfriend's less-than-healthy drinking habits but this seemed worse than normal.

Normally he could at least function enough to get into bed but it looked like he’d passed out the moment he’d sat down. “Dean” You shook his arm again, this time a small groan left his lips as he frowned in his sleep. Shaking your head you leaned down and began untying his laces.

“This isn’t healthy.” You said through gritted teeth and you pulled one boot off. “I’m not your babysitter.” The annoyance you’d previously pushed down seemed to come back in an instant and you paused. 

Looking up from your hands you frowned. You knew what you were getting into when you went on that first date. You’d watched Dean fall further and further down a never-ending black hole for years and part of you believed that you’d be able to help him.

That maybe you could pull him back from the hole. But as time passed part of you began to wonder if maybe you were wrong. Your relationship was far from perfect and you both knew that. 

Pulling off his other boot you placed it beside you before standing and pushing his legs onto the bed. You watched him for a moment before moving to sit on the other side of the bed.

“Sweetheart?” Dean's voice was corse as he squinted up at the ceiling. He rubbed a hand across his head, a dull throbbing beginning to beat against his head. Casting a glance over your shoulder you said nothing before standing and walking over to your dresser. 

Dean groaned quietly moving to sit up. “Sweetheart.” he tried again, a small frown appearing on his lips when you stayed silent. “What's wrong?” He rubbed a hand across his face watching as you turned to face him.

“What's wrong?” You said quietly. “What’s wrong is that you got so drunk that you barely made it into bed!” You crossed your arms sending him a harsh glare as you spoke.

“This isn’t healthy Dean!” 

He watched you for a moment before looking down at his hands. You knew his hangover was most likely kicking in but even through that haze he still managed to look slightly remorseful. 

You were both quiet for a moment before you walked over to his side of the bed. Dean gently grasped your arm before pulling you down into his chest. He ran a hand through your hair before pressing a kiss to your head.

“M’sorry.” He mumbled into your hair. “You always say that.” You said quietly. You felt his grip tighten slightly before he let out a sigh. “I mean it okay.” He loosened his grip enough for you to sit up. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing small circles. “I promise.” He smiled.

Before you could respond he leaned down pressing his lips against yours silencing the words on your tongue.

You knew his promise would only last a few days. You’d had the conversation countless times and it always ended the same. He promised you he’d get help or stop only for the cycle to begin again a few weeks later.

A small sigh left your lips as he rested his forehead against yours. 

You knew the healthy option would be to leave. Maybe leaving would give him the kick he needed to fully get help but you could never bring yourself to do it.

He was like a drug you couldn’t stop no matter how many times you tried. You loved Dean, you really did and you wanted to help him. Hell, a few months ago you’d been optimistic that you could but part of you wondered now if that was just an optimistic dream.

[sebsbarnes]

Hi there!

I first of all wanted to start off by saying that I’m absolutely obsessed with your work- it’s amazing!!

Secondly, I was wondering if I could make a request?

Can I request a tangerine x reader where they’re out at a bar or something and there’s this guy being really pervy and creepy and just won’t leave her alone?

Obviously the reader can handle herself but they just got back from a long and tiring mission, and she quite honestly doesn’t have the energy.

So of course tan comes to the rescue 🤭🤭

I hope this is okay, and if not please feel free to ignore this!!

Have a wonderful day love and don’t forget to drink lots of water <33

heey!! i really appreciate the kind words, it keeps me going! i hope you've had a good day/night and if not tm will be better! and i hope u enjoy this!

bar fight || tangerine

tangerine x f!reader

warnings: harassment, fighting

word count: 1.6k+

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a/n: im drawing inspo from something that happened to me one time at a bar which will be the reason tan steps in here but of course tangerine was not there to save me although that would've been lovely

"just one pint! two, two! i swear and then we all can leave," lemon pleaded, "we can leave the second i finish it. i'll even take the last sip on the way out the door," he tried enticing you, rubbing his shoulder up and down against yours.

"i reek, lemon. and tangerine looks like he nose dived into green and purple paint," you grimaced slightly at the bruises forming on tan's face.

lemon grabbed your wrist dragging you closer to the bar doors, "is it even a real bar if at least ten people don't smell awful and your shoes don't stick to the floor?"

the color of your eyes disappeared into the back of your head, "let's go."

lemon did a little victory dance before swinging the door open which tangerine held for you to walk in. the fatigue was riddled on both of your faces. the three of you had just gotten back into town after a long and very successful mission. you were all for celebrating but tonight you'd rather celebrate with a burning hot shower.

"you 'right by yourself? i'm going to head to the balcony for a few," tangerine asked, waving his pack of cigarettes in the air.

"yeah go for it, i'll manage," you replied. tangerine gave you a small nod before turning his back and sliding outside.

the inside of the bar was packed and you were shuffling around with your shoulders pulled in to try and avoid hitting people. it was loud, smelly, and yes, the floors were grossly sticky. it only annoyed you more, but, you tried having a positive attitude about it. 'two drinks' is all you kept telling yourself. after what felt like years you made it to the bar. you were sandwiched against a girl with blonde hair and a guy who weaseled his way in between you and an older gentleman. you could feel his eyes burning holes in the side of your head and the last thing you wanted to do was look over, but, it was becoming too much.

"hi!" he nearly yelled as you glanced over quickly.

"hey," you said curtly, bringing your lips into a straight line.

"i'm craig. what's your name?" he asked leaning in closer to you. you gave him your name, refusing to look back at him as you felt his eyes examine you. the drink you ordered appeared in front of you and you scribbled your name on the receipt.

"what's that you're drinking?" craig asked but you pretended not to hear him as you slinked into the crowd, hoping to lose him.

it worked for a while, you found some space near a wall to stand. there was a group of girls next to you singing loudly and dancing around. you couldn't lie and say it wasn't infectious as one of the drunk girls grabbed your hand and started dancing with you, which of course you joined in. it was fun and it kept your mind off how tired your body was.

"thought i lost you there!" you flinched away, startled, by craig's nervous laughter beside you. you looked down at the man who stood inches below you and gave him an award-winning fake smile.

"you're very pretty," he said puffing his chest out slightly.

"thanks."

"you don't talk much, eh? is it because you're nervous around me?" craig asked his eyes looking down at your legs.

"just tired!" you exclaimed with fake enthusiasm, gulping down the tequila in your cup.

"you seem a bit lonely, are you by yourself tonight?" he persisted, inching closer to you with each word despite you stepping to the side each time.

"nope!" you retorted, popping the 'p' and turning to find the bathroom.

you stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes and finished your drink. the eyebags seemed to protrude out of your face as you examined them in the mirror. now, lemon had to almost be done with his drinks. that man can pound drinks back. so, with high hopes you left the bathroom to go find a seat at the bar and wait until lemon found or texted you or hopefully tangerine was done smoking.

there was a vacant stool in the dead center which you jumped on. your elbow rested against the bar, head in hand, absentmindedly watching the tv in the corner. it was a boxing match that you had zero interest in but it provided enough entertainment. you shut your eyes tight as you felt the familiar, unwelcomed, presence over your shoulder.

"look, i think you are really pretty. hotter than anyone else here and look at me. any girl would want me and the fact you're trying to play hard to get is starting to really piss me off," craig ranted but you refused to turn your head and pretended like the noise of the bar drowned his voice out.

"you're right, i'm sorry. that was rude of me, i apologize. i just noticed you the moment you walked into the bar and i needed to talk to you. you're really beautiful and i know i'd treat you right. whoever you're dating must not be treating you right because i can feel that you want me."

tangerine blew out one last cloud of smoke and tossed his cigarette into the ashtray. it was far more peaceful outside but he knew he had to go in and find lemon, who he knew was more than two drinks in and probably friends with ten more people. tangerine opened the door back into the bar and scanned the room. that's when he saw a man with his hand on your throat.

you ignored craig's presence until you no longer could. he was silent for a few moments after his rant. suddenly, you saw a hand snake into your field of vision and you felt his hand pressing firmly against your throat. you were shocked for a moment before realizing what was going on. craig's thumb and middle finger were applying harsh pressure to your throat making it hard to breathe. then, you felt the pressure shift in his hand from choking to pushing. craig pulled you to the ground by your throat, your body flying backward off the stool and slamming into the floor.

you saw a figure jump over your body and loud commotion next to you but you were too disorientated at the moment from the wind being knocked out of you. one of the bartenders leaped over the bar and pulled you up and shielded you from the commotion. that's when you realized it was tangerine who had hopped over and started beating craig to the floor. it was like a scene straight out of the boxing match you were just watching. tangerine towered over craig in height and build and the anger in his face was terrifying.

tangerine was throwing the smaller man across the bar with punches. he'd punch craig in the face to which he stumbled and then tangerine would trip him. his body would fall to the ground and tangerine would pick him up by the shirt before launching him into the now vacant stools.

"please!" craig pleaded, blood running from his eyebrow. tangerine grabbed the back of his neck and slammed his face into the bar.

"you like hurting women? huh?" he screamed, "you think you're so tough, look at you now! fuckin' pathetic piece of shit. what? it's not fun being picked on and harassed?"

tangerine was raging. his face and chest were red with anger and the vein in his forehead pulsated. he had wild eyes similar to when he was on a mission. you watched as he slipped his hand into his pants pocket, slipping on his brass knuckles. before he was able to crush the bastard's nose lemon swooped in from behind and grabbed tangerine's bicep. the bouncers from outside grabbed craig by the neck of his shirt and kicked his bloody body out of the bar. lemon's hands were on tangerine's shoulders trying to calm his brother down. finally, tangerine's chest rose and fell at a normal pace and he turned his head and noticed you. lemon released his shoulders letting him walk to you.

tangerine cupped your face and craned his neck down a bit, "are you alright love?"

you laughed slightly uncomfortable that a big scene was made because of you, "yeah... just shocked really."

"did he hurt you in any other way?" he asked with softness.

"no. no... i didn't think it would turn into that. he had been bothering me the whole time i should've been more forceful but i was just too tired to really care," you sighed.

"no," tangerine said sternly, now eye level with you, "none of this is your fault, okay? that prick should know better than to continue to harass someone who is clearly not accepting their advances. and the fact he fuckin' put his hands on you. fuck i'll..." tangerine gritted his teeth now standing upright and looking towards the door craig was kicked out of.

"tan! no. you getting arrested is not worth it. i'm okay, okay? he got what he deserved and i really don't want to be here any longer," you pleaded, grabbing onto his forearm to force him to look at you.

tangerine caressed your head, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and anger. tangerine guided you outside and when the door shut he pulled you into a tight but gentle hug, mindful of your back.

"i'm so fuckin' sorry love. i should've stayed with you the whole night," he whispered into your hair.

you pulled back from the hug, "mmm no, hey, hey- that's not what we are going to do. you have nothing to be sorry for and i'm thankful for you and not just now when you beat dickheads up for me, but always."

[cheri-2047]

Hello! I hope im doing this right hehe,,,

Can i request for a Lyney x fempainter!reader who's also a tsundere? Reader also has a soft spot for flowers :3 tysm in advanced!!!!

i have such a big Lyney brainrot sm to the point that my parents call him my boyfriend 😭

ANYWAYS. IVE been wanting to feed The lyney x reader tag cause I love my husband. thank u for the req btw !!

sorry if I made the reader a bit like,,, too much (??) my bad if I did

“Roses for you!”

TAGS: fluff ! CHARACTERS: Lyney, Rosseland, Mentions of Charlotte,

Poof

you were painting peacefully, while Lyney was out on a mission. Lately you had been running out of inspiration, so sometimes you would get his cat Rosseland to pose for you.

“guess who~”

Someone covered your eyes, appearing out of nowhere.

“you’re back early” you smiled, before the man who appeared behind you covered your eyes tighter

“You didn’t guess”

“ugh you- I mean my wonderful and amazing boyfriend, the one and only, the greatest man in Teyvat, Lyney!” You said sarcastically, Lyney chuckled as he felt you rolling your eyes.

“oh come on now! Don’t you want to see something cool?” “look Lyney- I’m- ah rosseland no go back!” you felt the cat rub against your leg, you got tickled a bit.

lyney chuckled at the sight, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck, causing you to get tickled more

“ah-lyney” you laughed “stop!!”

He chuckled before letting go of your eyes

“tada!”

and just like that, your canvas was gone. “hey where did you-“

when you looked back, you saw him holding a bouquet of rainbow roses. You blushed

“why did you…”

“you said you were running out of inspo right?”

you nod

“and you know how I’ve been in a lot of missions lately right?”

you nod

“well I.. charlotte told me in a mission that rainbow roses signify romance and passion. And well… I got reminded of you”

you blushed, averting your gaze

“they’re fresh too! I Just picked them”

he smiled, sitting on a chair behind you and hugging you from behind.

“wait..picked them?”

“mmhm, I grew them myself.”

you were shocked, you didn’t even know that he had been growing flowers for you.

“just like my love has grown for you”

AND THAT WAS IT. That was the last straw, at this point you were a flustered mess and you didn’t know how to thank him. Let alone even look at him.

“Tsk…you shouldn’t have-“

“No- no buts! I wanted to, I love you”

he smiled, holding your chin to make you face him. He laughed, “my you’re so cute like this!” “shh!!” You crossed your arms, as your lover planted a kiss on your lips.

He moved the chair next to you and with a snap, the canvas re appeared and the roses in a vase in front of it

“can I Watch?”

you nod, and he lays his head on your shoulder as you start to sketch.

“your art is so pretty… I’ll never understand how you do it so well…” he mumbled as Rosseland hops into his lap. and just nuzzles against him a lot.

“I think rosseland agrees as well” he smiles. Looking up to see you for a bit

“still speechless Mon ange?” He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“I love you”

A/B: aaaaand that’s a wrap. I might draw this honestly HAHAHAHAH sorry it’s kinda short, I just kinda did whatever here. Also sorry if the French terms of endearments are wrong, I just searched it up. Anyways mon Ange is my Angel :>>> I had fun writing this WAAH I love Lyney so much (this is my second lyney post of the day…) btw, good luck on your art journey !!

btw… my Masterlist issue isn’t fixed yet, if anyone can comment how to fix it that would be a great help, thank you !! (And also comments to improve are also appreciated, anything about capitalization and grammar and stuff I know, I’m writing for fun so I don’t pay much attention to that HAHHAHA)

[cuddl3s4shur1]

•“𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃“•

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: E! 1610 Miles x F! Y/N

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎:Miles trys to be a gentleman and get you some flowers but it turned out wrong.

𝐀/𝐍: Love me some pintrest inspo

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Fluff , Comedic ,Cute

“So dad , im trying to impress this girl at my school and what should i get her “ Miles asks his dad who was on the phone as he lays out the accessories and shoes with his uniform.

Ganke interfears with the private conversation between miles and his dad

“i mean if were being honest , just get the girl some nice flowers , maybe choclate“ Ganke told miles , miles had gave him a nod.

“Whos the girl?“ Miles dad had asked him

“Please don’t be the emo“ Jeff had previously told his thoughts on the “gwenda“ girl miles had introduced him to.

Let’s just say Jeff was not a fan of her

“No dad , its this girl at y/n” he says as he starts have a smile cross his face

“So you have upgraded from the emo?” Jeff asked

“Yes dad , and I’m going to ask her out with some flowers , I’ll get them before school starts” Miles says all excited

“Alright tell me how it goes , call you later” Jeff tells miles

“Alright dad, I love you” he tells his dad

“Love you more” Jeff produced to hang up the phone after the quick statement

“Miles what her favorite color” Ganke asks

“It’s purple, and I’m going to get her some purple flowers “ he smiles , and they continue to talk until it was the next day

Miles had barely got sleep from the night before sense he was so excited to ask you out.

He woke up early and swiftly trying not to wake ganke up.

Miles would put on his Spiderman suit and sneak out the window. He would than swing to the nearest pick-and-save to get flowers and a donut for a quick snack

He would find where the bouquets where. He started to pick and pick the different purple flowers until he found the “center” of the bouquet.

He would also get plant seeds he thought would be cute for a date idea.

He would self checkout all the flowers and seeds he got for you.

Than he left the store with smiles ready to ask you out.

He went back to his dorm to form the bouquet all together

Ganke had already left the dorm

Miles had just finished the bouquet and made his way to his first hour.(The class he had with you)

He made you a basket full of purple snacks, the bouquet, and lastly the lavender seeds.

He walked into the class and he saw you looking gorgeous like you do every day. You could tell he was visibly hiding something behind his back

“So Y/n I'm a little nervous but I was wondering if tomorrow you would want to plant lavender with me,” He said as he shows the gift basket and places it on the table in front of her

“Yes I would love to and you know that's lettuce right “ you say as you point to the “center” of the bouquet

“You know Thats lettuce right” you say as you point to the “center” of the bouquet

“It is I thought it was by the vegetables because it needed more water”

“No miles that’s lettuce” you tell him and laugh

“Well do you like the flowers”

“Yes I do , but miles you tried”

[starbunii]

HIII um you said you wanted writing requests and I wanted to know if you could write any reader x Rantaro !!! If not that’s so okay!! Thank you^^

. boyfriend hcs 𓂃 ♥︎

𝜗𝜚 ┈ rantaro x reader ! ｡

rantaro as ur bf! notes: i literally love rantaro sm so im really happy that someone requested him!!! also tysm for asking me to write something! i got a lot of inspo from this, which i rlly needed!!

headcanons ノ fluff ノgn! reader ノnon despair au

second person pov !! please enjoy! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

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traveling

really loves traveling with you, especially for really long periods of time

you guys have probably been to the 7 wonders at least 10 times already, maybe even more!

loves gifting you cheesy souvenirs, even if its not quite your thing

defs spoils you whenever you're out, be it at a convenience store or while you're visiting paris

living together

fridge magnets. tons and tons of fridge magnets. he has a bit of a collection going on

would probably prefer somewhere like an apartment rather than a regular house; wants to get what he can out of that public pool

movie nights and dinner together every friday!! both of you two can get caught up in your work, so it's nice to reconvene and catch up before the weekend

tells you stories about his sisters as you drift to sleep in your cozy, shared bed

dates

he's really versatile when it comes to dates, one day it could be out to a classy italian place, the next it could be roller rinking!

he really doesn't mind too much, so long as you like wherever you two are going

always gets dolled up for you, wearing special cologne bought all the way from New Delhi

insists on paying. every single time!!! whether the gesture is sweet or annoyingly confident is up to you

prioritizes you having fun. if you don't like where you guys are, he'll gladly take you somewhere else, or just take you home, if you want

meeting his family

OH BOY

his sisters are loud and rowdy, even those closer to adulthood

the little ones ogle you like you're some sort of new animal at the zoo (a pretty one, ofc)

the older ones are yapping on and on about how "a pretty girl like you seriously likes our brother? how odd.."

his parents are so busy cooking for everyone that they can't keep track of all the conversation

rantaro has to awkwardly steer you away to his mom, who was busy grilling at least 20 hot dogs

it's loud, but in a charming sort of way

his dad asks when the wedding is, and you kind of just have to sit there awkwardly

starbunii 2024 — all rights reserved. do not redistribute or translate to any other platforms

[bloominglegumes]

Oh my goodness I just had to say I really love your fem Jazz she's so gorgeous I literally get so excited whenever I see her kicking my feet in the air help me..😭💖💖 I saw your previous post about fem Prowl and was wondering where you got ideas for visualising fem Jazz too!! :> Anyways love your work they are truly a blessing 🥹🥹

aahgh thank you so much!! <3 me too fr i'm the one drawing them and i'm like hunched over my tablet face in my hands grinning madly twirling my hair with my pen like nuts absolutely nuts

sorry this answer got really long,, i get asked about my favourite fictional guys or my art process and i just like schwoomph every time

for prowl my instinct was just straight up put her in a uniform ,, hair pinned + gelled back, low bun above the collar and held in a net etc etc and that made decisions like giving her thick shoulders and a gorgeous cold stare a lot easier!!! but i struggled more with jazz because of.jazz's whole character ykyk

jazz was one of the first tf characters i started noodling with a bishoujo design for, so initially i used the kotobukiya designs as a general style guide along with loose vibes combining spy + dancer, with a healthy amount of "how do i make her more cool + hot"

so so so i dug through pinterest a lot while looking for refs/inspo and felt my love for pretty girls growing by the second T~T

for the hair though,,, i tampered around a little trying to decide between buns and braids and such but i think now i'll mostly stick with giving jazz the undercut + dreadlocks?? i can finagle some cool shapes from it tied up, feels like it fits the effortlessly collected vibe that jazz would have, and since the hair doesn't cover the neck, i can give her that type of black turtleneck collar because it's.like . i just have to

^^ literally just crusty scribbles on bits of scrap paper many months ago ;w;

since then i've decided on more little things like .super strong muscled dancers legs + thighs that can and have killed + nails trimmed short + calloused finger pads + catlike flexibility but im largely dooming myself bc i cant show all of those things even if i'm drawing them in a more realistic style and im so.hhdgfhdj

i'm still mostly messing with outfits as i go, though, so. thats why theyre different in every drawing but i'm generally trying to keep a similar feeling between them :,D

[changewingwentz]

This took a week but here it is vessel wears a kimono specifically for spring-autumn season :D!

It looks plain at first but you’ll see tentacles on the shoulders if the lightings juuust right

Watch as I ramble (too long abt the design) here’s another version without the Haori !

5 days from a family trip suddenly falling ill for ii days as I’m writing this, wanted to give up after thinking “man it kinda looks ass now” or looking at it too long but I’m too stubborn for my own good lol

Randomly remembered a YouTuber Im following already has a vid abt male kimonos so this is where the inspo started !

I use red, black, blue, yellow(gold) undertones trying my best to make it as close to the color palette of the band aesthetic as possible also I associate blue with Ves a lot haha, the spine probs came from the tomb brainrot, you can’t see it but the end of the sleeves has waves representing the track visuals, and cylcamen attached as a reference from @/chrishardy.design 's post from ig months ago after looking up the meaning both floral language& Hanakotoba , I gotta include it in someway…

The Haori-himo ( the string attached) has 12 beads representing how each 3 albums has 12 tracks, like the 3 blue diamonds (also ascensionism reference for fun) jokingly it can represent his bandmates cuz they all got blue eyes idk, originally it’s supposed to have the runes spelling out “worship” but felt like I’m adding too much besides male kimonos have pretty simple designs and I’m trying my best not to go maxilism grind mode in every character design:p

Oh yeah if you’re wondering abt the scarf it’s here!

alright that’s all! it was fun but I’m finally done whew😭🗣

[stephaniepriscillart]

hi, im curious but do you have any artists you have inspiration from? your art is very eye catching and im wondering where u kinda got all ur style n stuff

Hello there! I have alot of artists inspo. My top fav are Satoshi Kon, Asano Inio, and Ai Yazawa. I also admire Little Thunder and most of all I always love to look back on the 90-2000s anime and observe the way they use colour, highlight, and shadow to make it pop :D

[acroagoraphobe]

How would the FNV and/or FO4 companions react to having a slice of cheese thrown at their faces?

Im gonna do FNV for now because thats what I got inspo for! (SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I FORGOT IT WA SIN DRAFTS)

Boone:

Goes into combat mode because he thinks he's being attacked.

Once he realizes its just the Courier being a shit, he calms down.

But you'll hear some irritated grumbling coming from him for a few minutes.

Ed-e:

"Beep?"

Confused as all heck.

why did you cheese the orb?

Veronica:

"What did ya do that for? Free food I guess heheh."

She eats it. Yum Free food.

(She would probably slap people with cheese in return Cuz shes silly like that.)

Arcade:

"What the-" "Okay uh thanks I guess? Is this a gift or?-"

Annoyed definitely, but mostly confused.

Where did you even get the cheese from? He wonders. Because like... Its a pre-war slice of cheese that should have gone bad forever ago and- There Arcade goes on an infodump.

Rex:

"Bark?"

Doesnt get it but, yum cheese!

Struggles to reach the cheese to get it off so you have to pull it off of the poor dog.

Lily:

"Pumpkin, is this what the kids do these days? Good thing you're having fun!"

Doesn't really mind that much, just happy her little pumpkin is having fun.

Forgets the cheese is still there and it has to be removed by someone around her

Cass:

"What the fuck."

Shes gonna beat the shit outta you.

Be ready

Raul:

Big sigh, shakes his head. "Boss, just why?"

Confused and dissapointed.

Immediately removes cheese and throws it away ):

[superemeralds]

Who is your oldest (like longest had) OC? When did you come up with them, or tell us what the inspiration was!

my oldest oldest OC is Diana, she's a sailor moon self-insert who's the princess of the entire galaxy (as opposed to usagi's pathetic reign over juuust the solar system lmao) and she was sailor star. To be fair thgouh, I did make her before i saw season 5 and that season ruined my entire lore and I kind of dropped sailor moon for a while after that akjfhkajsf but when i was 9 or 10 i started making this sailor moon season 6 comic where my oc was the main character obviously but i was also obsessed w like 5 other certoons and anime so it just all meshed together. also all the other characters wouldnt stop commenting on my character being sooo tomboyish and how she was seen as one of the boys and one conflict was her not wanting to be girly when she transforms... I WONDER WHAT THAT MEANT FOR ME.........🏳️‍⚧️

my oldest OC that i actually have like. well recorded inspo and history of (drew him lots, still use him sometimes) is saph.

he was my sonic self insert at first. in the very beginning he was sonic's long lost sister ♥ back then he used to work for eggman. also i only knew about sonic from sonic x and only the first 2 seasons existed in germany at the time i watched it, so i thought 1) shadow is one of eggmans minions 2) shadow is an ugly jerk and i hated him lol.

(the rest is under cut bc this came out suuuper long)

same story as last oc. at first trying hard to be girly, (also holy shit i found the poerfect img for this)

but that's uncomfortable so i'm making the oc edgy. (notice the "MALE NOSE!!!!") at this point the backstory was that he's a "clone" of sonic shadow and silver.

no wait even better. run around naked like the boy characters.

everyone always confusing the giiirl for a boooy and i genuinely got some hate for my character design bc i shipped him w shadow and wow u cant have a homo OCxCanon ship ewww lmao but oh well.

someone once dared me to do a genderbend and then i just changed the color from white to black and they were angry i didnt do a proper genderbend. while the anti version of the character was a proper girly girl with pink and sparkles and smiles and rainbows and skirts and frilly tops and stupid hairstyle. and ppl complained the anti looked more like a genderbend. (below is the "anti". i can't find the genderbend anymore)

for me it just was my first crack in the egg bc hey. i don't want to be preppy, i want to be emo. but im not allowed bc girls are not meant to be edgy. and im notally not projecting on the boy version of this character more than the girl one. nope.

with every year i reduced the hair pieces at the front lmao but ya after my egg cracked i focused more on making him cool andkeeping him gender neutral. Then i used him to prcess a lot of my ongoing hardships in life. the redesign also being bc of a big shift (well. yeah me transitioning socially lmao)

he's unfortunately associated a lot w that painful time so i don't use him a lot anymore

he came a long way though im proud of him. here's one of the most recent drawings together with his brother (also has lots of lore on how he happened but im not feeling like it rn to go on that tangent)

[itsbeeble]

Hi I love your writing so much. This is my first time requesting something. So I was wondering if you can do a angst turned fluff story with brothers best friend with Wonwoo. Maybe some inspo with the song born to late by the poni- tails.

BORN TOO LATE

Summary: You'd always believed your relationship with Jeon Wonwoo was nothing but neutral. In your heart, it was anything but. In your mind, however, you'd convinced yourself that you had been born too late. What if you were wrong?

Genre: Angst, fluff

Pairing: Wonwoo x afab!reader (ft. Jeonghan, tiny bit of mingyu x reader, and a little bit of Wonwoo x oc)

WC: 2,085

WARNINGS UNDER CUT

Warnings: Hurt comfort, it's supposed to be angsty but it really isn't tbh, small argument, Wonwoo is stupid actually, Mingyu potentially in the same situation as reader (rip gyu actually), lil bit of language, little bit of kiss kiss

A/N: This request was sent in literally in May but i couldn't find any inspiration so ANON IM GENUINELY SO SORRY I SWEAR I FEEL SO BAD I REALLY DO

Listen to Born Too Late by The Poni-Tails

Your relationship with Jeon Wonwoo, had always been nothing but neutral. A brief “hi”, maybe a nod in passing. He’d never cared for you, and you’d never cared for him. 

At least that was what you told him. And your brother, Jeonghan. And your family. Maybe your friends too. Definitely yourself, though. You definitely never let yourself believe you’d fallen for your older brother’s best friend. His shockingly beautiful, smart, funny, and really hot best friend.  

It wasn’t so much that you hated having these feelings for them. In fact, at first, you’d been willing to give it a shot. At first, you’d accepted the burning feeling in your chest every time you saw Wonwoo. Not pleased, but what can you do? It wasn’t like you could control your feelings.  

But then weeks passed. Then months. Then maybe a year or two of you doing nothing but watching Wonwoo waltz around Seoul with a different girl on his arm every time you saw him. Heartbroken and misty eyed, you would return to your apartment every time wondering where you went wrong. Wondering why he never looked at you the way he looked at those girls.  

Neutrality became the new look you wore whenever he and Jeonghan invaded your apartment. You wonder if he ever questioned it (read: he did. All the time, actually, but he never told you that), ever questioned why you’d suddenly become cold to him.  

Truth be told, you wondered it all the time.  

~ 

“Do you think Wonwoo would like this?” A girl stands next to you. Wonwoo’s girl, to be exact. Eunkyung is her name, you think. Or maybe it’s Eunjae. You don’t necessarily remember. She holds a sweater out in front of her, and you reach out to feel it. The material is scratchy, the colors absolutely horrendous. You’d feel bad if you told her it was good.  

“I think the material is too scratchy for him. Jeonghan, what do you think?” You drag your brother over, forcing him between you and the girl. He shoots you a look, and you shrug. His turn to play babysitter, you think to yourself. You’d been doing it all day, much to your dismay. Why Wonwoo couldn’t take care of his own girlfriend was beyond you. Why he simply dumped her on you and disappeared drove you absolutely insane.  

A hand on your lower back, warm and unexpected. You jump, goosebumps rising on your skin. Wonwoo stands beside you, and his hand lowers back down to his side.  

“Where were you?” You ask. 

“Around.” He shakes the bag in his hand, “wanted to get some stuff for Eunkyung.” So that was her name.  

“So sweet,” you roll your eyes and step away from him. Wonwoofrowns, his eyebrows knitting together. You hear him inhale and start to say something.  

"Woo!” Eunkyung jumps in front of her lover, and you ignore the pang in your chest. You ignore the way Wonwoo’s eyes linger on you for just a second too long before he turns to look at his girlfriend. “Look what I got for you!” 

“That’s...great, Eunnie.” You hear the hesitation in his voice, watch him grab the scratchy sweater. “I can’t wait to wear it.”  

You scoff, and Jeonghan looks at you again.  

“You don’t have to be jealous all the time.”  

“Jealous of what?”  

He shrugs. “I dunno. You’re always grumpy when Eunkyung is around. Figured you were jealous that Wonwoo was paying attention to her and not you for once.”  

For a moment, your brain stalls. You stumble our your words, sputtering and near choking on spit.  

“What the hell are you talking about?” Jeonghan spits out a laugh and shakes his head. 

“There’s no way you don’t notice, dude. It’s honestly so annoying that he only ever pays attention to you. Makes it so easy to bribe him, though.” Your brother, jams his elbow into your side after he says this, marching away to tear the sweater out of Wonwoo’s hands. Eunkyung practically screeches at this, begging your older brother to give it back, that it wasn’t his and that it was a gift to her Won-Won.  

~ 

“A date.” Wonwoo’s eyes trail after you as you pace the span of your living room. He and Jeonghan sit on your couch, gaming controllers in hand but their match in Mario Kart remaining paused as they both stare at you. Your brother sits there, body slumped forward and his jaw slack. Wonwoo, on the other hand, is more tense than you’d ever seen him. His jaw is clenched, his eyes narrowed, and his arms crossed over his chest.  

You feel uneasy the more they stare at you, picking at your freshly done nails.  

“You’re going on a date?” Wonwoo’s tone causes you to flinch. 

“Yeah? What’s wrong with that?” You stop pacing, turning to face both of them. Jeonghan shakes his head, glaring at Wonwoo when he goes to speak. 

“Nothing’s wrong with that,” he assures you. “It’s great, actually, that you’re getting out there. Maybe you and...” 

“Mingyu.” 

“You and Mingyu can go on some double dates with Wonwoo and Eunkyung.” Wonwoo scoffs.  

“Me and her broke up.” The air becomes tense, and you shift awkwardly under their gazes.  

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you smile gently, but he just rolls his eyes. Another pang in your chest.  

“Either way, why would I go on double dates with my best friend’s little sister? We aren’t even friends. It would just be awkward.”  

Ouch. You lower your gaze to the ground momentarily. Something inside you cracks, and you fight to keep from crying in front of them. Good to know how he feels about me.  

“I didn’t-” Wonwoo sits up, “I didn’t mean that, Y/N. I’m sorry-” 

“I’m gonna go.” You bite out. “There’s food in the fridge if you don’t wanna order anything. I’ll see you later.”  

Wonwoo nods, bidding you goodbye as you shut the door.  

Fuck him, you keep your gaze on the ground while you walk, who asked for his opinion anyway?  

~ 

“Are you stupid?” 

As soon as the door shuts, Jeonghan's hand flies up to hit his friend upside the head. Wonwoo winces, but doesn’t say anything.  

“I mean, seriously, are you fucking stupid?”  

“I know,” Wonwoo groans and rises to his feet. “I messed up.” 

“Messed up,” Jeonghan echoes. “Dude, you were a complete dick to her. And why? Because you’re jealous that she’s going on a date right after you broke up with Eunkyung to be with her?” 

“Han, I get it.” Wonwoo snapped. “You don’t have to run every detail of my mistakes by me. I know that I messed up.”  

Jeonghan watches his best friend stalk across the room. They’re quiet for a while, the only sounds being from the city below and the music from their paused game.  

“Your only hope now is that the guy is a complete dud.” Wonwoo nods, running his tongue over his lips. “You better hope that she calls me to pick her up or she comes home sorely disappointed, because I’m not gonna put up with you complaining that you lost your chance after you fucked up.” 

Wonwoo silently agrees, leaning forward on the counter and dropping his head down.  

~ 

The date went amazing. Mingyu was...well, he was everything you’d ever wanted. He was polite, he listened to you when you talked, laughed even when the joke wasn’t funny. He paid for the meal, gave you his jacket when it got too cold, and even walked to your apartment complex despite how late it was. You’d panicked a bit when he leaned in, lowering his head until he was looking you in the eyes. He was searching for something, you had realized, and you knew he was disappointed with what he found (or didn’t find).  

Then he’d smiled, leaned back up and sighed.  

“You don’t think is gonna go anywhere, do you?” Your heart damn near stopped in your chest. “Don’t worry, it’s fine. To be honest, I’m not entirely sure I can see this going anywhere either.” 

“Why do you say that?” You tried to hold off the panic. The hurt. Even if he was right, you didn’t want him to know that. Call it stubborn. Call it denial. 

“You love someone else.” He said as if it were a fact. “I could tell. You kept checking your phone, and came up disappointed. I know it wasn’t because of me, or at least I hope it wasn’t. That can only mean a few things. One, work. But you told me your job doesn’t call outside of business hours unless absolutely necessary. Two, you were waiting for a specific message from someone. It could’ve been a friend or family member, but I had a sneaking suspicion that wasn’t the case.” 

“Okay Mr. Detective,” you let out a pained laugh. “You got me, what are you gonna do now?” Mingyu smiles and raises a hand to your cheek, brushing his thumb across. In a perfect world, you probably would’ve kissed him. In a perfect world, where you aren’t in love with your older brother’s best friend, you could’ve gotten with. Someone who didn’t see you as a side character. Just a little girl who tries too hard, or maybe not enough.  

“I’m gonna send you in there, you’re gonna call whoever you were waiting for,” Mingyu inhales and smiles sadly at you. “And you’re gonna tell him exactly how you feel, whether they accept it or not.” 

~ 

“So how was your date?” Your body jolts, nearly dropping your keys after shutting the door.  

“Jesus, Wonwoo. Why the fuck are you still here?” You hiss, squinting as you adjust your eyes to the darkness of your apartment. He sits on the couch, the only light coming from a movie on the TV. He’s leaning against the arm of the couch, his legs thrown across the other cushions.  

Tell him exactly how you feel

“I decided to stay over. Jeonghan is in the guest room. I told him I’d wait up for you. So how was it?” 

“It...was fine. He was great, actually.” You set your purse on the coffee table, folding your arms over your chest.  

“Enough to see him again?” Wonwoo raises an eyebrow and you sigh. 

“Probably not. I mean- yes he was amazing, a perfect gentleman,”  

Wonwoo gets up from the chair as you talk. He sticks his hands into the pockets of his jeans, listening to you talk. 

“He- he listened to me when I talked, he was sweet, he laughed when things weren’t funny, he- what are you doing?” Your eyes are wide when you look up at Wonwoo. He’s only inches from you, and you can feel his breath fanning your cheeks.  

“Jus’ lookin’,” he murmurs, and you can feel his hand against your waist.  

You step away. 

He frowns.  

“Don’t do this.” Your voice is shaking, but your words are laced with venom. “Don’t- you can’t do this to me. Not- just no. Don’t.” Wonwoo steps toward you again, and you take a step back. This dance continues until you’ve backed into the door, pressing your body tightly against it.  

“I’m sorry.” Wonwoo says softly. “I’m sorry for what I’ve said. I’m sorry for treating you like you’re less than me. Like you mean nothing. Because it isn’t true. You mean so much to me, Y/N. I swear, you do.”  

“I don’t believe you.” You breathe. You do. You believe him with your whole being, even if he’s lying to you. “I don’t trust you. I *can’t* trust you. Not after what you said.” 

“Then let me prove it to you.”  

His lips are soft against yours. So soft, and you can feel his hands shaking when they come to hold your cheeks. Your hands wrap around his wrists, holding him in place before sliding up to cup the back of his neck. Wonwoo kisses you gently, but he holds you as if you’ll slip away when he lets go.  

When you part, he doesn’t go far. You don’t let him. He rests his forehead against yours, his nose grazing your cheek. Your hands play with the hairs on his neck and Wonwoo shudders.  

“Do you believe me now?” You smile, your eyes squeezing shut. He nudges your cheek with his nose and tilts your head up. Another kiss is placed against your waiting lips. “Hm?” 

“I believe you. 

~

TAGLIST: @fawnieszn @winterchimez

[yesloulou]

i cannot stop thinking about your gorgeous art for so close, we combust! i'm wondering if you can give us a little director's cut about it? like how you chose the images, anything that you want to share? it makes me want to launch myself into space and eat the moon like cheese.

em im so honored by this ask and i too want to eat the moon like cheese bc it sounds like a very fun activity ❤️‍🔥

soo basically the first pic was my inspo bc it was just so so SCWC (so close, we combust by @officialmood) coded. it had an imbalance to it. for starters we can only see max looking like he was about to explode from fondness while daniel had his back turned and we can't see his face. and like. everything was straightforward for max. the genuine affection for daniel came so easily to him. it was so transparent. but since they were hugging daniel had no idea max's face looked like that when he hugged him. and based on what we know about cool cocky nonchalant RB daniel, one is likely to assume daniel wasn't equally affected by it – and i think they would be right. that hug was at daniel's last race with red bull. there were walls of ppl lining up to congratulate him and send him off. and max was at the end of this line. by the time daniel got to him the impact of it would've been softened by all those that came before. it was like. daniel was saying goodbye to the whole team in one sitting and max was only saying goodbye to daniel. all the imbalances here really remind me of the first part SCWC, where daniel was aware of everything, yet more or less took it for granted, so used to being on the receiving end of max's attention and affection. SCWC daniel "didn’t know at the time that this would be the kind of memory he would turn over and over, trying to cut himself against the sharp part", canon daniel likely also underestimated how rare and precious it was to have the whole team (and max) adore and support him like that.

and it was all about to change. the hug (2nd gif) after AD 21 was a whole other dynamic. it was a much more reserved hug. there were so much complicated emotions that went into it: before daniel went up to max in parc ferme, he had just witnessed max overtake lewis during the final laps of the most dramatic recent f1 season to take his first world title. and since daniel had been lapped by both max and lewis, he literally had to watch it all unfold right in front of him, first hand. and now max, his old teammate, the reason he had to leave his team, the one he on some level saw as a younger sibling, the one ppl said he ran away from, was a world champion before him when that exact wdc dream had slipped further and further away from daniel, who in fact had just had the most bizarre season in his whole f1 career.

it was just a lot of complicated emotions for daniel at that point. i think it must've taken effort for him to feel happy for max at all, let along going up to him and congratulating him right then and there. but daniel did it anyway. and it was a painfully hasty hug imo esp compared to how it went with lando and carlos. it was even a lil awkward bc you can tell max had both of his arms up but daniel didn't plan on going in with a full hug. but still, he wanted to congratulate max and he did.

it wasn't a fun moment to recall as a daniel girlie but it also has such a nice echo with the second part of SCWC. they were hugging/hanging out like all those times they hugged/hung out before. but everything had changed. max looked like a whole different person now (both in scwc and irl in the gif set), and he became comfortable being in control. and for daniel, this time he was the one with all those emotions going into it. neither scwc pt. 2 daniel (in max's apartment) or 2021 canon daniel (in parc ferme) was all that comfortable, but they were both there anyway, looking for a shred of reality that vaguely resembles what he and max used to be, holding on to the hope that a part of them survived despite everything.

anyways, basically as soon as i had the first pic as inspo i decided that i wanted the second pic to also be one of their hugs but with a completely different dynamic, just like in pt1 and pt2 of scwc they were doing the same things (hanging out) completely differently. and then i just thought of that second hug. and with hugging being the subject there is also the sense of like, the closer they came, the more the reality sank in, that max had won before him, that all their conflicts had come to a boiling point, that the deal had been sealed. it's just like what the title says, came so close we combust.

idk if im making sense with everything here but hopefully this has been a fun read :) ty for this ask em and again ty liza for blessing us with SCWC!!!

[cybersp4c3]

HOLU FUCK IM COOKING (Pun not intended, also the inspo is from the nun scara art someone posted here,)

It was the weeks right before winters cold, the somewhat warmth in the cool breeze made the warm oranges and yellow of fallen leaves fly like the birds in the sky. In the moments before the lone nun left his church, the stars that shine through the bright colors of the stained glass to him felt like shame. Each shine of the star burned his skin like holy water on a sinner. He dropped to his knees like rain on a rising flooded sea, he's a sinner. He knows it, his faith weaker than his desires. He knows that his church have found his love letters to his unknown lover, which it most cases would be a seen as a gift from God. Treating love like glass from the passion between a man and a women, but there's the problem. Our dear Scaramouche, in love with another man. He looks into the blessed water In front of him, his sinful tears almost staining the holy water that sat before him. Now, understand, he's not crying because he's losing his church. He's crying because he may not hear from his lover again. So, after a final prayer and standing on his shaking legs and grabs anything he can, clothes, food, fresh water, and any medication he believes he needs and rushes off. Taking his lovers letters and left to who knows where? Blessed be our cowardly pathetic fool and his want for love, a "man" reborn, May God be with him.

After miles of walking he's developed a somewhat considering routine. He finds himself in a bar, seduces the man, take his money and run and try to never see that man again. However, with this last man of he little scheme was, unknowingly the same man that he left his old life for, like a fool. Or a whore.

His name is Taurus, tall, strong man. Many scars on his arms and his face, a worthy fighter and lover. He's quiet and calm but also passionate, when he saw our dear Scaramouche his heart fell into his hand, and his 'friend' had to be covered up. And Scara knew this and took this and ran with it. Pathetically falling into his big strong arms, acting like he could barely stand.

"I-Im so sorry sir, im new to town and I was stuck in that storm and need a place to stay." He said, weakly as he held the man. "You may stay with me in my home, it not many ways away but, what's a beautiful doll like yourself doing at this shabby bar?" Taurus responded, handing him his jacket and holding him closely as they walked out the bar and walking to his home, through a few woods. They got a long as well as they did during those love letters, and once they got to Taurus's home. They had they're fun. Scara was bent over, his unknown lovers cock filled him in ways any man hadn't done before, Taurus was trying his best not to cum as quick as he wanted, he was tight or maybe he was just hung? We'll never know, As he fucked him, Scara desires flooded his mind. To be bred, to become a mother and have children for as long as she could. As she was riding her mans cock, he held her small tits, kissing and sucking on her nippies like she could leak milk. The hours following was 'pure' bliss, though, as Scara dreamed about his new live with the man, he missed a detail. I wonder what that patch of demonic skin on Taurus's means. Ill add another part that's mainly smut later but I needed this idea out of my brain but spoiler, corruption + cock drunk + hung demon man = Sex slave I think idk I'm bad at math -🛁

This is so hot chop chop story boy