#like we see nuzzles and hugs but never a forehead kiss or anything

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

daddy hurt / comfort (nameless, but written with chan in mind)

cw: daddy / princess dynamics, reader being babied, sweet talk, pet names, crying

if this content isn’t for you, pls skip. remember to be kind. ♡

“princess needs a big hug, huh?”

you nodded, looking up at him with watery eyes and tear stained cheeks. it broke his heart.

he repositioned himself on the couch so there was room for you to sit on his lap. he opened his arms wide. “come here baby. come to daddy.”

and with a sniffle you sat on his lap, your side against his front, head in the crook of his neck. he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a big squeeze.

“how’s that baby?” he asked. “feel daddy’s arms around you? hmm?”

you nodded, gripping his shirt in your fist, trying to get closer to him but it was impossible.

“daddy will never let anything happen to his little princess.” he rubbed his hands up and down your arms. “i am always here to protect you.” he brought one hand up to cradle your head, petting your hair gently. “baby, do you want to tell daddy why you’re crying?”

you sniffled and shook your head back and forth.

“no? well that’s okay, baby. you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. i’ll just stay here and hold you and rock you, okay? and then maybe in a little while you can tell me what’s got you so worked up. yeah?”

you did your best to nod, a fresh wave of tears washing over you at his sweet words. you felt so safe in his arms. so loved and cherished. like nothing bad could ever touch you. like all the bad thoughts would just melt away under his touch.

“my sweet girl..” he cooed, kissing the top of your head and continuing to sway both your bodies back and forth. “my brave, sensitive, big hearted girl..”

kiss kiss kiss

you sniffled. your nose completely plugged up and making an awful noise.

“shh baby. don’t cry. i’ve got you, okay?” he reached over to the table next to the couch and grabbed you a tissue. “daddy’s got you.” he held the tissue up to your nose. “big blow.” he said. and you did. letting him help you blow your nose. letting him take care of you. letting all the burden fall away. so there wasn’t anything left but him.

“can i have a kiss, baby?” he asked. “i bet some daddy kisses would chase the sadness away.”

you looked up at him, his eyes were soft and concerned.

“i’ve always said daddy’s kisses have healing powers.” he said. “let’s see..” he leaned in and kissed you softly. a feather light touch of his lips against yours. and then again. and again. and then a kiss to each cheek, the tip of your runny nose, your forehead.

“there we go baby. how’s that?”

you nodded. still feeling nonverbal. and he didn’t push you.

“a little bit better?” you nodded again, your tears had stopped, your heart feeling lighter. “good..” he wiped at your cheeks, swiped his thumb under your nose. “have you eaten anything baby?” he asked. “had any water?”

you shook your head no. looking down at his shirt, knowing he would be disappointed.

“that’s okay baby. i know it’s hard sometimes.” he squeezed you. “why don’t we go get some snacks together? hmm?”

“just a li-little longer..” you said, nuzzling back into his neck, gripping his shirt tight.

“okay princess.” he said, caging you in with his arms again. “just another minute and then we will go. gotta get some food in your little tummy.” he kissed your head again. humming a loving sound against your hair.

you closed your eyes and breathed in his scent, feeling calm, feeling better. he always knew how to make you feel better.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

How they’d react to you kissing their cheek unexpectedly…

Boothill: seeing as how his face is the only part of him that could actually feel your touch, something he had disclosed with you in confidence and away from preying eyes.

So the moment you pressed a kiss to his cheek, Boothill melts, it was in this moment where he realised how truly touch starved he was ever since acquiring a new body. It made him hate it even more then he already did for he couldn’t experience the joy of holding your hand, having you pressed up against his chest, nothing.

He couldn’t feel none of that and he hates it so fucking much.

He hated the fact that he couldn’t feel you kiss his fingers or feel you press yourself again his back in a hug, nor the kisses that he could only imagine being pressed there, not to mention the times where you would nuzzle your face into his neck for he couldn’t feel that either.

‘Please.’ He pleads when he felt that you were about to pull away, desperately grasping at your waist that he couldn’t feel the flesh of, pulling you back into him. ‘Spare another one of your sweetest kisses for me darlin’?’ He asks in dire need of you and your kisses.

‘I’d happily give you all the kisses you could ever want.’ You replied and Boothill truly believed that you must be a saint or something because how could someone like you be with someone like him? It just doesn’t make sense.

‘Then we’ll be here for a long while sweetheart because I want them all, so don’t you go given them to anyone else, ya hear?’ He says and you only gave him another lingering kiss to his cheek, making him tighten his hold on you.

‘Then shall we get started?’ You asked with a smile.

Aventurine: ‘oh. What’s this? Kissing my cheek without warning me beforehand.’ He gasps as he holds a hand to his heart. ‘How scandalous of you.’

He’d act like your affection has no real effect on him but the faint blush scattered across his cheeks told a very different story. A story that said that he wasn’t use to your tenderness and affection towards him, that he doesn’t deserve you nor your love and that hurt you deeply.

‘It maybe scandalous to you but to me, I just want to show that you’re more than worth every bit of my affection, and just know that nothing anyone will say can persuade me into thinking otherwise.’ You told him and cheeky smirk upon his lips softened with the rest of his face.

‘You…you mean that?’ He says meekly. ‘You’re not joking…are you?’

You pressed another kiss to his cheek, letting it linger there before pulling away. ‘I’d never joke about how much you mean to me, I’m not that heartless or cruel. I adore you my darling, sweet Kakavasha.’ You answered him truthfully. ‘So if you allow me, I can show you just how much I adore you.’

Aventurine didn’t say anything at first, still wondering after all this time if he was really worth everything you’ve done for him, but one look in your eyes and the blonde knew he had his definitive answer. ‘Please show me just how much you love me, make me forget about the voices in my head that make me second guess my worth and just make me yours with every kiss.’

Argenti: thanks you for the cheek kiss before reciprocating with one of his own.

You pout. ‘I’m meant to be spoiling you in affection right now.’

Argenti cocks his head to the side, confused. ‘Why should I allow you to bless me with your kisses and not reciprocate them? Wouldn’t that seem…selfish of me.’ He asks.

‘No it wouldn’t.’ You tell him as you held his face within your hands. ‘I want you to be selfish and let me smother you in affection without feeling the need to do the same becuase you do that enough as it is on a daily basis.’ You stopped to rest your forehead against his forehead, rubbing your nose softly against his own. ‘So please just let me show you how much I care for you and thank you for being you, my sweet knight.’

Argenti sighs, allowing himself to think it over in his head. He didn’t like being selfish, it felt wrong for him to be self-indulgent when he could be the one giving you the affection, but after some time he has finally come to a conclusion. ‘Alright, I willingly concede to your wishes my star, I shall be selfish with your love.’

[nickeverdeen]

Pancakes | Vi x fem!reader

Pairings: Vi x reader (romantic)

Type of fic: Fluff

Warnings: None

Summary: With you having to get up early today due to work while Vi has a day off, instead of sleeping in Vi decides to help you at least a little bit.

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The early morning light filtered through the window, casting a faint glow across the room. You stirred slightly, trying your best to wriggle free from Vi’s arms without waking her. She had one arm slung over your waist, her body snug against your back, her warmth comforting in the chill of the morning. You’d almost succeeded when a soft groan stopped you in your tracks.

“Where are you going?” Vi’s sleepy voice rasped, muffled slightly as she nuzzled her face against your shoulder.

You chuckled softly, turning to look at her over your shoulder. “I’ve got work today, babe.”

She let out an exaggerated groan, burying her face deeper against you. “It’s too early for work. Tell them you quit.”

You laughed, managing to turn in her arms so you could face her. “Tempting. But if I don’t get up now, I’ll be late.”

Vi opened one eye, squinting at you. “Fine,” she mumbled, loosening her hold.

You smiled, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead before sliding out of bed. “Go back to sleep. I’ll make breakfast for you too before I go.”

She grumbled something unintelligible before rolling over, pulling the blanket up over her head. Shaking your head fondly, you headed to the bathroom to get ready.

By the time you made it to the kitchen, the smell of coffee was already filling the air. You glanced over your shoulder and saw Vi leaning against the doorframe, her hair tousled and eyes half-lidded with sleep.

“You’re up?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Vi shrugged, pushing off the doorframe and walking toward you. “Can’t sleep when you’re not there,” she teased, wrapping her arms around your waist from behind.

You felt her press a kiss to the back of your neck, then your shoulder. “What’re we making?”

“Pancakes,” you replied, smiling at her reflection in the kitchen window.

“Good choice,” she said, reaching over to grab the mixing bowl for you. “I’ll help. I can cook, but don’t expect anything too fancy.”

You chuckled as the two of you began preparing the batter. Despite her modest claim, Vi was surprisingly skilled in the kitchen when it came to simple meals. She whisked the batter with ease, flipping pancakes in the pan like a pro while you handled the toppings and set the table.

“See?” she said with a smirk, plating the last pancake. “I told you I’m not completely useless.”

“Never thought you were,” you teased, leaning up to kiss her cheek. “Thanks for helping.”

Vi grinned, tugging you into a quick hug. “Anything for you.”

The two of you ate together, sharing quiet conversation and laughter before you had to leave. When it came time to go, Vi walked you to the door, her hands lingering on your waist as she kissed you goodbye.

“Don’t work too hard,” she said, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“I’ll try,” you promised, stealing one last kiss before heading out.

The day felt impossibly long, but the thought of Vi waiting for you at home kept you going. When you finally returned, kicking off your boots and dropping your bag near the door, you headed straight for the bedroom.

You found her sprawled on the bed, wearing your hoodie and surrounded by a few scattered items—notes, papers, and a sketchpad she’d been toying with. Her head rested on one arm, her breathing slow and even, though she stirred slightly when you entered the room.

“Hey,” you whispered, sitting down on the edge of the bed and brushing a hand over her hair.

Vi blinked up at you, her lips curving into a lazy smile. “You’re back,” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

“I’m back,” you said softly, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

She shifted, making room for you as you changed out of your work clothes and slid into bed beside her. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close as she nestled against you.

“Missed you,” she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

“Missed you too,” you replied, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

The two of you lay there in comfortable silence, facing each other as the weight of the day melted away. Vi’s fingers traced lazy patterns on your arm, her gaze soft and full of warmth. And in that moment, everything else faded away—just the two of you, tangled together in the quiet comfort of home.

[kkuzushi]

“ 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐨’𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ”

✦ characters: Kabukimono x GN!Reader

✦ cw: sfw/fluff headcanon scenarios of Kabukimono’s firsts

✦ word count: 953

✦ notes: Hell week has dawned on me so this is made out of pure self indulgence. After my finals, I’ll get back to writing. <3

✦ sfw ver | nsfw ver

— First romantic relationship !

Relationships are difficult for Kabukimono. Not only is he inexperienced but he’s insecure of himself. His first betrayal always made him think he wouldn’t be enough for anyone, especially for you.

However, you showed him you didn’t care. That there was so much more about him that’s worth appreciating, admiring, loving.

“Are you sure? You know I’m just a puppet, a prototype. I’ll just fail in this relationship thing.”

You would cup his face every time you reassured him. “Even a puppet like you deserves love,” Your thumbs caress the delicate skin on his face, “There’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ll be here to teach you about anything and everything.”

“You mean that?” His eyes searching for any hint of deception, “You wouldn’t abandon me at any inconvenience?”

“Never.”

“Then.. if you’re willing to try, I am too.”

— First time holding hands !

During the first few times of your relationship with him, he’d make small improvements when it comes to affection, especially physical touch.

Kabukimono was surprised at the way you suddenly tugged his hand, fingers interlocking so perfectly. The way your fingers closed and molded with his; “Your hand.. It feels nice,” he comments.

Kabukimono takes your other hand, and once again, it intertwines without a fault. He smiled after discovering a way to connect with you. “Does it?” You ask, thumbs caressing his ball-joint knuckles.

He giggled, “Mhm, like it was made to hold mine.” Now embrace yourself for this puppet will hold your hand at every given opportunity.

— First time hugging !

Similar to when Kabukimono first found out about holding hands, he was just as surprised by this gesture. This was the closest proximity you had initiated with him yet, even better now that your arms are around his body. He can feel your heartbeat, the soft thumps.. It felt calming.

“What is this for?”

“A hug for you.”

“Oh. I like your hugs.”

Kabukimono reciprocates the action, his arms circling around your torso, lower than where yours are around him. He nuzzled you unknowingly, his ear heading straight for your chest.

Badump.. badump.. badump..

“What a beautiful sound,” the puppet thinks to himself.

— First time kissing !

Kisses aren’t foreign to Kabukimono. He sees other people in Tatarasuna doing it to their loved ones, influencing him to do the same to you. It first started out as hand kisses—whenever you two would hold hands, he’d lift yours up and kiss the back of your palm.

“Where did you learn that?” You first asked, chuckling at the sweet gesture. “I see other people doing it,” He admitted, “I figured I could do the same to you.”

These affections would become the norm for the two of you—cheek kisses, forehead kisses—after sharing this comfortable bond, you decided to initiate something new one day; a peck on his lips. If the puppet could, his face would turn red and explode.

“You kissed me! On my lips..?” Kabukimono exclaimed, moving a finger on his lips, the feeling of your kiss still lingering there. “But.. it feels a little different,” A hush confession slips before he perks at you, “Can we do that again?”

“One more. I just want to make sure..” He says, tugging on your sleeve. His reason almost sounded like an excuse, but who are you to deny such a curious being?

— First time sleeping together !

Not to lie, Kabukimono was giddy when he first got the opportunity to sleep together with you on the same bed. Holding hands, hugging, kissing.. all those were intimacy he was getting used to, but sleeping together on the same bed? It made something flutter in his chest.

After changing into your sleepwear, you approached the puppet sitting on your bed, legs already draped under the covers.

He smiles once you sit next to him on the bed. “How should we do this?” Kabukimono asked, to which you replied, “What do you mean?”

Sleeping isn’t something he needed, but you figured it wouldn’t be a weird thing to do together.

“I don’t want to hog all the space,” He says, “Maybe we should put a pillow in the middle?” He suggested as he took the extra pillow for his head and placed it between the two of you.

“Kabu..” You chuckled, removing the pillow that acted as a barrier. Arms wrapped around his delicate form as you tackled him down the mattress, his back pressed against you. “I don’t want anything to come between us,” You whisper, a pleasant tingle going through him.

The puppet turns to you, faces just inches away, but it felt so right. “When you put it like that.. how can I disagree?” He whispered, snuggling up to you, “You’ll be my blanket tonight then.”

— First time saying “I love you” !

Actions speak louder than words, that’s what Kabukimono believes in. As a puppet, he knows the difference between the two of you, but he’ll do anything to close those gaps.

When he first learned that three-word phrase from Niwa, he knew it wasn’t something he could say so easily. Kabukimono knew there was no much better proof of his love for you other than the affection and time he can offer.

It just slipped out of him—when you were going out to pick up some ingredients for dinner, the words came out of him like it was natural.

“Stay safe out there. I love you.”

It was said in a soft tone, his eyes creasing as he smiles at your departure. You stopped from your tracks.

“What was that?”

“Wait, that was accidental! I mean no, I do love you, but–”

Before the puppet could further explain himself, your laughter breaks out. “I love you too, Kabu.”

[k2ntoss]

hihi, it me, back again with more jason brain rot, this time brought to you by this random Instagram reel i saw while having dinner lol

anyway, just imagine this with Jay?? like, warm cozy domestic hugs and kisses in the middle of the kitchen?? simple domestic bliss?? absolute dreammmmmm 😭😭

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C3nuMFVMRhe/?igsh=MXhqMWdtYTQxbDNqMw==

-🦊

ps. hope you're doing well lovely, miss you <3

i crave and need fluff bc i love me a little sweet jason !!!!!!!!!!! (i'm single and i want a nice relationship) i can't see the reel now BUUUUUT i'm gonna do my magic and be a simp and this could be a second fluffy part to that drabble with subby jason having to skip patrol after getting good head from his gf hehehe you can read thar here

sometimes having your girlfriend to call sick for you so you can take a rest earns you three well deserved days to sleep late and have comforting hours without having to worry about patching wounds or chasing after criminals.

so after a night of being completely unable to move from bed because of how dizzy his head was, he's clumsily going out of the bedroom looking for you, rubbing his eyes to try and push his tiredness away because he didn't liked the feeling of waking up after you, when you had already left the bed and he isn't able to pull you closer and kiss you right away.

it's funny to see him like that, while you wait on the living room drinking a cup of coffee for him to wake up you're able to see him walk out of the room still half asleep but he looks just too cute. jason is a 6ft tall guy, big as a wall and rough but there he was, dragging his feet, his hair all fluffy and the black hoodie he wore to sleep looking messy; you can see him walk to the kitchen and he grunts softly when he sees nobody there but as soon as he turns around he spots you.

you know what jason is about to trap you under his body but damned be his long legs because you're not able to properly set your cup aside when jason is letting his weight fall over you like a tired cat "wait, baby... the coffee" you say between giggles but it's too late when your boyfriend is cuddling himself into your arms, hugging your waist and nuzzling his face against your neck "good morning, jay"

"g' morning, princess..." he mutters, voice is still hoarse but sweet as he greets you "why were you out of bed?" jason asks, kissing softly a small trail in your neck as you wrap one of your legs around his waist.

"were you looking for me, love? i thought about making breakfast for you before you woke up..." you say softly, trying to move and lean a bit to leave your cup on the table but failing when he just cuddles more into your chest making you chuckle softly "you looked so pretty sleeping i couldn't wake you up... are you still tired, red?" and that nickname makes him grin goofily, he loves the way it sounds when you call him that and even more as you keep babying him with soft pecks on his forehead.

"i feel like i could sleep for a month... but only if you're there with me" jason's voice is a low rumble, his words sending shivers through her spine and that mixed with how sweet it was knowing that he wanted you by his side even when his last months as the red hood had been so tiring.

"want to make breakfast with me and then we go eat on bed? we could watch a movie, does that sound good?" you ask him, reaching to cup jason's face between your hands and pressing a soft kiss on his lips which he gladly accepts with a soft purr leaving his throat.

he nods and you can swear he's never looked so calm before, so well rested and it was just what he needed more than anything. jason was sure he had done a lot of harm and there would be days when he didn't feel like deserving you but right now, having his sweet girlfriend to look at him like he hung up the moon and stars makes him feel worthy of love and care, even the big bad red hood deserved to be babied after all.

"then let's go, big guy" you say, starting to squirm in a failed attempt to slide from under jason's body and he chuckles at it before moving with you on his arms, picking your body up and walking to the kitchen as he lets soft kisses fall to your cheeks and neck before putting you back down.

and the morning goes like that, jason wishes he could get more of this. the way you walk around the kitchen as he tries to help, pouting softly when you don't let him do everything because he has to rest, he loves the warmth he feels on his chest as you walk past him and he pulls you back to steal a kiss from your lips before you try to walk away only to end up with him clinging to your back, kissing the top of your head as you cook.

[ajortga]

hush

pairing: tara carpenter x fem reader

summary: you are there to comfort tara's mood swings during her period.

word count: 800+

based off request!

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can you make a oneshot wherein, Tara has her period and has sudden mood changes, thank you in advance if your gonna make it!

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As you were tidying your apartment, you heard Tara's annoyed groan.

“Stupid.. Bit- OW!” She yells in pain as you peek in to see her smacking the drawer. "Fucking hoe."

“Baby, you okay?”

She turns to you and immediately you see her eyes soften, just slightly.

“I can’t find this stupid remote. I want to watch something. And the damn drawer is broken because it woN'T DAMN OPEN."

You immediately come and hug her from behind, burying your face against her neck lovingly.

“Was it broken?”

“No. I broke it. I opened the stupid thing to find the remote and I smacked my head on the cabinet. Bitch. “ She huffs, glaring at the drawer with annoyed eyes.

You smile, bringing in a cup of warm lemon tea as you walk to her and pat her to the bed, “Shush. I’ll find it for you, you need to rest. Lie down. And you better be paying for that.” you joke softly.

And she does, she crawls into bed with you, burying her face to your neck. Your hands run through her smooth soft hair. You look down at her as you hand her the cup of tea and some dark chocolate. Her favorite brand of course.

“Thank you.” She murmurs, looking up at you and taking a small sip.

“Only for you. Would you like anything else? Is it too sweet? Does it taste good?”

“Yes it’s perfect. Don’t go. But you know what else tastes better?”

“Oh yeah? What?”

“You,” she giggles, making you cover your face.

She laughs out loud, putting the cup back to the small night stand.

"Baby."

“Okay fine, your lips actually.”

You huff, pressing your lips to hers, making her squeal against her lips. You pull away, nuzzling your nose to hers, “Let me go get you a heating pad, okay baby?”

Tara pouts, making small grabby hands, but says a small “Okay..”

You laugh, “30 seconds, maybe even less,” pressing your lips to her forehead.

After 17.5134139132 seconds, you come back with a heating pad and crawl back into bed with her, cuddling her and placing the pad onto her stomach.

“Good?” 

“Yes,” she whispers, hugging you as you turn the TV on to find a show.

You choose a random show that you two have never watched before and 20 minutes in there's a scene that's meant to be sad, but you found it so corny you started laughing.

Tara starts to sniffle, rubbing her eyes as you look at her, “Tar, are you seriously crying?”

“T-that’s s-so sad..” She whispers, sniffling as she cries, making you laugh softly.

“Your period seriously makes your mood different.”

“It’s not funny…” She sniffles, blowing her nose in a tissue, making you cackle.

“It’s a little funny when you cry over something like that baby,” You smile, scooting closer to her as you cuddle her, making her smile a little.

“There we go, don’t cry. At least don’t cry over a dog running into a popcorn bag in slow motion.”

She kisses you deeply, making you squeak, “When you say it like that it’s a little funny.”

“I know, now let's stay like this and we’ll watch another show maybe.”

“I’m hungry, can I get chocolate covered strawberries?-”

You jumped off of bed, making Tara make a small sad sigh as you ran out of the room, slammed into the fridge and came back with them less than 3 minutes later.

Your figure crawls back into bed with her, for some reason in your relationship Tara was always the big spoon as she wrapped her arms around you and let you crawl into her embrace. You fed her small strawberries while she made, "mmmm" sounds to make you happy and giggle.

“I should have my period more often, without the cramps though, you treat me even more like the princess you already treat me as,’ she gives a hearty laugh as you feed her.

“It’s because I love you and don’t want you to get hurt,” you murmur, kissing her nose.

“I feel so appreciated,” she says softly, smiling as you kiss her nose over and over, pulling away to come back and press her lips against hers. You kiss her back, cupping her cheeks as you rub her belly a little after, warming her lower body up.

“I love you.”

“I know.”

..

“I love you too.”

As you chose a movie, you were the one to comfort Tara, rubbing her back softly and nuzzling your nose to hers. 

“That scene was so stupid, did you find it funny like Nick said?” she said, looking a bit dumbfounded.

…

“Y/N?” She turns her head to see you asleep, head buried into her chest as you murmured in your sleep, cracking a smile on her face.

“You’re so adorable, my adorable sleeping beauty,” she whispered softly, kissing your temple as she cuddled up to you, she loved the way you cared for her. She loved you more than anything, and it felt good to know you did too.

Not long after you both were asleep, legs tangled together, now Tara was the one playing the role of making you feel loved and safe, her cramps died down, you were such a sweetheart for her.

[klausysworld]

Hi, I was wondering if you could write a one shot of klaus x reader. Where reader is apart of Elena’s group of friends but klaus’s mate and she’s made to choose between her friends or klaus and klaus doesn’t think she’ll choose him and tells her it’s ok but she surprised everyone and chooses klaus and betrays Elena for him

You can put as much angst as you want.

Thanks 😊

Forever

A soulmate wasn’t something Klaus had been expecting when he came to Mystic falls to break his curse. And at first the idea was ridiculous to him and he saw it as a weakness.

But there was something about her that pulled him in. Deep down he knew that she was perfect for him, and he would do whatever he had to do that he could be perfect for her too.

Even if it meant not having her.

She wouldn’t choose him, he was sure of it. Not after everything he had done to those she considered family.

Time after time he had blown up her life and every time he could feel her disappointment as she looked from him to her friends, ultimately walking away from him each and every time.

And when it was time for him to leave and go to New Orleans, he didn’t believe it was worth asking her to come with him, he was so certain that she wouldn’t want to at all.

When she found out he was leaving, her heart and soul ached. She loved her friends, she did but she also knew that they would never love her as much as she did them. Elena would always come first, compared to Elena (which she frequently was) she was nothing.

She thought that maybe Klaus would have at least mentioned it to her instead of her finding out from an overjoyed Damon.

See they spoke fairly often, even if neither of them really noticed, whenever they were in the grill minutes would turn into hours. At the ball she had seen a painting of herself which Klaus instantly became embarrassed of and ushered her down the stairs.

She knew that he wanted her, why would he leave her behind? She wasn’t sure until he came to say goodbye.

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“I’m sure you know by now that I’m leaving, I’m going to New Orleans…I uh…I’d ask you to come but I think we both know that wouldn’t happen so um..I wanted to give you some things” he whispered, his brows furrowed as he swallowed the lump in his throat. He was looking anywhere other than her eyes as he handed her a gift bag of sorts. “I wasn’t sure how to give it to you so um…” he let out a breath as she took it from him, her hand brushing his.

He fell quiet as she looked through the things before looking up at him in confusion “keys?”

“To my- your house” he murmured and her lips parted in surprise

“Klaus-“

“I know it’s a little much, you can sell it if you like…you can do whatever you like with it and anything you find inside. I’ve left my number on a card just incase you get a new phone and you ever need me for anything or if…well anything” he mumbled while showing her the card

He looked at her for a moment, she remained in a state of shock as she looked back at him.

Hesitantly he took a step closer to her, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. His face nuzzled her hair as he closed his eyes. She returned his hug until a throat clearing drew them both back to where they were.

Klaus moved away from her, a lingering kiss on her forehead before he disappeared from in front of her.

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She hated every second he was gone.

She hated being in the grill and not being able to find him.

She hated that he wouldn’t randomly appear just to ask about her day.

She hated the way her friends spoke about him.

She hated how they blamed him for every little thing.

She hated how they called her crazy when she defended him

She hated how they hated him.

She hated that she loved him.

And not because she didn’t want to love him but because she wasn’t allowed to.

And it took her weeks to realise that the people who were supposed to be her family wouldn’t do this to her if they cared about her.

So after arguing for days, objects thrown and screams aimed at each other, she found herself in New Orleans.

She had knocked but he wasn’t in which should have told her to go away but she instead she managed to get inside and worked out which room was his.

She snooped as most people would and smiled at the array of paintings and sketches of herself. She saddened at the letters he had written to her but never sent.

Her fingers tapped along the edge of the book she had found in his room, not something she would have thought he’d read but still engaging.

Halfway in she heard the door slam downstairs and a range of angry voices before more doors were thrown open and closed. Heavy footsteps made their way up the stairs before he walked in.

His hands rubbed his eyes and pushed his hair back as he sighed. She put the book down and waited patiently for him to notice her in the room with him.

He kept his face in his hands for a moment longer making her frown and get up quietly, she silently pulled his wrists away from his face. His eyes locked on hers in an instant, his expression softening as he blinked in confusion.

“Bad day?” She asked gently and he breathed out a soft laugh as his arms circled her body. She smiled to herself as she pressed her forehead against his with a content sigh.

“What are you doing here?” He whispered though not in any way complaining

“I was hoping I could stay…if you’ll have me”

“Of course I’ll have you, you’ll stay as long as you’ll let me have you” he muttered, his nose just touching hers and their lips barely brushing each others.

“I think I’ll love you forever” she whispered and he felt a grin pill at his lips

“Then you can stay forever, for I will love you always”

And with that, their lips finally met.

[ilwonuu]

hi! can u req a joshua fluff (with smut haha) in which shua will surprise wife!y/n on her bday but y/n has bigger news (🤰).. thank u 🩷🩵

omg yes!! i love this idea sm!! THANK YOU FOR YOUR REQUEST💖💖

▸ ִֶָ ⊹all for you. h. jisoo

summary- your husband wants to make your birthday the most memorable birthday you have ever had. he surprises you with a beautiful date night. but you have a bigger surprise;)

warnings- fluff with plot, smut with plot, lots of love (ew), pregnancy sex, unprotected sex, pet names(honey, my love, reader calls joshua shua a lot), dirty talk, oral fem receiving, breeding kink kinda???, creampie, lots and lots of affection, hoshi is mentioned a few times, happy marriage, lmk if i missed anything 😘

authors note- i made this way longer than i intended it to be bc i kinda got carried away. i hope there isn’t too many typos since i haven’t proof read it yet and stuff anyways thank you for reading<3

joshua always would go all out for your birthday. he would do anything he can do make sure you had the best day ever. you never had any worries about your birthday but this one was a little different. you had something important to talk to him about. it was that you guys are going to be parents. you know he will be happy with the news but there is a voice in the back of your head saying that this might ruin your birthday. you love your husband and he loves you but we’re you guys ready to have a baby?

you roll out of bed around 10 am seeing your husband is nowhere to be found in the bedroom. making your way to your bathroom to wash up. “shua?? where are you?” you yell loud enough for him to hear from the bathroom. “honey im in the kitchen! im making you breakfast in bed so go lay back down.” he says shouting back. you smile at his words complying with what he asked you to do. getting back into your shared comfy bed.

joshua comes into not to late after you do with a plate of pancakes, bacon,fruit, and your favorite coffee he makes for you. “happy birthday my beautiful wife. you deserve the world.” he says setting your food down on the table next to you bending down to pull you into a sweet kiss. “thank you shua. i really appreciate you.” you smile at him and grab your food. “and i love you so much. i have so many things planned for you today. you feeling up to it?” he asks sitting next to you on your bed. you nod eating your food. “i love you too.”

he kisses your cheek and steals a piece of your bacon. “can i have this?” he asks taking a bite. “shua you’re already eating it.” you laugh at him taking another bite of your pancakes. “i did good on this bacon. it tastes so good.” he smiles at you and kisses your face all over. “okay my love i was thinking we could go shopping a little bit and then we can come back and watch a movie then i can make you dinner. or we can go out to eat. whatever you would like honey.” he says giving sweet kisses against your neck. “mm that sounds so nice shua. you are too sweet to me.” you finish your food turning to pull him into a hug. “you deserve it beautiful. wanna go back to sleep for a little longer or should we start getting ready?” you get under the covers. “definitely more sleep.” you say pulling him to cuddle you. “of course honey. rest all you want we can get up when you want.” he say kissing you before closing his eyes nuzzling his face into your neck. you two both falling asleep tangled in eachothers arms.

—

you wake up a few hours later shifting slightly seeing a still asleep joshua. kissing his forehead slightly before heading to the bathroom. quickly peeing before coming back into your bed room. “mm honey are you ready to get up?” he says still with his eyes closed. “yes i am if you are shua.” he finally opens his eyes stretching slightly smiling at you. “okay honey we can shower real quick then we can leave to do your shopping.” you nod making your way to the bathroom with him slowly following behind you. shutting the door after you both. “come here my love.” he says pulling you into a hug kissing you softly. “you look so beautiful today honey. i can never get bored of looking at you.” he kisses down your jaw making his way down your neck. “mm shua that was cheesy.” you laugh moving your head a little so he can have a better angle. “you love it tho.” he lifts you to sit on the sink smiling at you while he pulls off his shirt. “you smell so good. i bet you’ll taste even better.” he smiles pecking your lips again. “can i?” he asks rubbing your thigh slightly. “hm can you what shua?” he laughs. “can i eat you out? i really want to make you feel good. then we can take a shower hm??” you nod slowly.

he smiles at you before kneeling in front on you slowly pulling your shorts and panties down in one quick movement. “my love you’re soaking. what have you been thinking about?” he looks up at you kissing your inner thighs. “y-you. i want you shua pl-“ he cuts you off by licking a long stripe up your slit humming against you. causing you hands to immediately go to his hair. “o-oh shua feels so good.” he smirks against you slowly inserting his tongue inside of you fucking it into you slightly. you tug on his hair slightly rougher this time throwing your head back in pleasure. “holy shit shua. p-please don’t stop.” and he doesn’t he continues his movements looking up at you through his eyelashes. slowly bringing his finger up to rub your clit. he is moaning into your pussy sending tingles down your spine. he is lost in eating you out. his face now having your arousal all over it.

his dick is now rock hard in his shorts as he watches your face change more and more with the pleasure he is giving you. “shua im gonna c-cum!” he continues watching you rubbing your clit faster feeling you clench around his tongue. you immediately release on his tongue moaning his name. he licks up all you cum before standing up and smiling at you. “i can never get enough of that my love. you taste amazing.” you still trying to catch your breath before moving to stand up. he pulls you into a sweet kiss. “see? you are so sweet.” he kisses your cheek. “lets shower hm?” he smiles before pulling both of your clothes off starting the water for the shower.

—

“shua i’m all ready to go!” you say making your way to your living room where he is waiting. he smiles at you. “you look beautiful honey. lets go.” he grabs your hand leading you guys out of the house and to his car.

the car ride to the mall was filled with you two singing the music that you wanted to play. “okay we have arrived!! lets go in.” he smiles getting out of your car making his way to your side to let you out. “my love.” he smiles grabbing your hand. “my shua.” you say laughing. “what store do you want to go in first?” he says as you two are hand and hand making your way into the mall.

—

what you didn’t know is that joshua had a surprise for you. he has asked the guys to help set up your house for the perfect movie and dinner night. and thats why he had you guys leave a little early to go shopping. joshua is somewhat nervous something will go wrong. causing him to be paranoid sending soonyoung a text.

joshua- are you guys almost done? y/n is getting tired of shopping she wants to come home soon.

soonyoung- yes! we have a few more things to do for your room like you asked and then we’ll be leaving.

joshua- oh thank god. thank you thank you. i appreciate you guys helping i owe you.

soonyoung- no problem. we love y/n she deserves a good day!!

joshua- love u😘

soonyoung- love u too 😨

soonyoung- tell me how she likes it!!!

“joshua? who are you texting?” you say smiling at him and his focused expression. “just soonyoung. him and the guys say happy birthday.” you make a sweet expression. “aw thats sweet. tell them i say thank you and that i love them.” “will do my love.” he smiles putting his phone away. “okay i’m thinking one more store then we can leave okay honey?” he says smiling before walking into another store with you.

—

soonyoung- we just finished! good luck bro tell me how it goes

“okay my love you ready to go?” you nod quickly. “please my feet hurt.” you say laughing as he puts you on his back running to the car. “joshua im heavy you better not drop me!” he laughs at you. “first of all you are nowhere near heavy and i would never drop my beautiful wife okay?” you roll your eyes at him. “you’re being so cheesy today.” he puts you down as you make it to the car. “once again i know you love it.” you scoff looking away from him. “okay maybe a little bit. but only a little!!” you say as he opens your car door for you. “come on my love lets get you home.” he says quickly starting the car to head back to your house.

you two arrive back noticing his mood changing slightly to a more nervous one. “you okay shua?” he smiles at you. “of course i just want you to have a good day.” “shua i am having the best day ever. you are treating me so well do not worry.” you rub his back. “i always worry because you deserve the best y/n.” “you are the best shua. you are the sweetest person i could ask for. you never have to worry you always make me feel so special.” you pull him into a kiss. “come on love lets go inside.” you say getting out the car following him into your house.

you walk into your home seeing all the rose pedals and candles lit. “joshua you didn’t have to do all this.” you look at him lovingly feeling him pull you in to hug him. “i know honey but like i said you deserve the best. i asked the guys to help with the decorations. do you like it?” he asks rubbing your back softly. “i love it joshie thank you.” he smiles. “okay my love have you decided if you wanna go out to dinner or have me cook?” “mm i don’t really feel like leaving again i would rather stay and have you cook for me if thats okay.” he kisses you sweetly. “of course my love. you hungry now or do you want to wait?” you think for a second. “i’m a little bit hungry now.” he nods kissing your forehead before making his way into the kitchen. “okay well you get comfortable i will start on dinner okay?” you nod smiling at him making your way to the couch.

you loved joshua. he is the best husband you could ever ask for. he was always this sweet. when you guys first started dating he was embarrassed about how much he would do for you. he would go out of his way to see you even when he barely had the time. joshua loved you and he had no doubt that he was gonna spend the rest of his life with you. when he asked you to marry him you were shocked but relieved that he felt the same way about how strong your love is. you had nothing to worry about with him. now you’re feeling a little uneasy. what if he isn’t ready to have kids with you? he knows that you guys have unprotected sex all the time. but sometimes he just doesn’t want to pull out. it was bound to happen right? how do you go about tell him? before dinner? after dinner? tomorrow? you’re all over the place. you took the pregnancy test just a couple of days ago. but last night you took another just to be sure and as they all said you were pregnant.

you turn on your tv pulling you away from your thoughts for a moment putting on a rom com for you and joshua to watch when he is done cooking. you get lost in the movie as you wait for the food to be done. “my love dinner is served.” he says bringing over a steak dinner he prepared. “shua it smells so good. thank you so much.” you smile at him as he sits down with his food next to you. “of course honey you know i’d do anything for you.” he kisses your forehead again before both of you begin to eat. you finish your food rather fast causing joshua to laugh. “you really were hungry hm my love.” he smiles finishing up his food shortly after. you nod moving closer to him.

“what do you want to do now my love? want to watch another movie? want a massage? i can make love to you. the choice is yours.” you shake your head. “actually um..i need to tell you something.” he shifts to look at you. “oh really? whats up my love you look nervous.”

you don’t look back at him. trying to figure out how to tell him. “um well uh i went the store the other night right and i grabbed a few things.” he nods showing you that he is listening to you closely. “u-uh so well i got a few pregnancy tests just to have them. and i took the tests just because i wanted to see what it would say. um joshua i’m pregnant.” he doesn’t take his eyes off you. not know what to say right away. “are you serious? we’re gonna have a baby?” he says immediately holding your stomach looking at you so happily. you nod tearing up slightly. “we’re gonna be parents.” you smile now crying a little bit. “oh my god??? we’re gonna be parents. you’re gonna be a mom! im gonna be a dad??” he pulls you into a kiss. “i love you so much. i cannot believe this. im so happy y/n. i wouldn’t want to experience this with anyone else.” he rubs your stomach softly. “you are gonna be the most gorgeous mommy.” he kisses you and pulls you onto his lap. “i was so nervous to tell you all day. i was scared you were gonna leave me or something when i told you.”

he shakes his head “my love you know i would never leave you in a million years. you’re stuck with me forever.” he kisses you deeply rubbing your side slightly. you start to grind your hips down onto him moaning slightly. “is making love to me still on the table?” you ask smirking slightly. “of course honey whatever you want i will give to you.” he pulls you into another kiss. this one seeming more desperate and rough causing you to moan slightly into the kiss. “mm lets go up to the bedroom so i can do this properly.” he lifts you up and takes you to the room. he lays you down on the bed gently climbing over you. “i can’t wait to see you with your baby bump. you’re gorgeous now but i know im gonna fall even deeper in love with you.” he says causing you to tear up again. “j-jesus joshua you’re gonna make me cry.” he wipes the tear that escapes your eye and kisses you cheek. “don’t cry my love. i mean what i said. you are everything to me. let me show you how much you mean to me.”

he slowly takes off both of your clothing. he trails kisses down your body making you whimper quietly. “mm honey i want to hear you okay? don’t hide from me. you sound so beautiful.” he says before kissing around your neck and chest.

“let me finger you so i don’t hurt you m’kay?” slowly gliding his finger over your slit.

joshua wasn’t huge but he was not anything close to small. you will never get used to how big his dick in no matter how many times you guys have had sex.

he slowly inserts a finger into you moaning as he feels how wet you are. “my pretty pretty girl. you look so gorgeous like this. i wanna look at you forever.”

you moan as he slides another finger into you gently as he kisses your nose. “mm shua please more. it feels so g-good.” your eyes rolling to the back of your head. he complies sliding a third finger into you kissing up your body again. “yea my love? you gonna make a mess on my fingers? do it honey i want you to make a mess for me. can you do that pretty?” he smiles moving some of your hair out of your face. you nod as he curls his fingers deeper inside you. hitting the spot you need him at most over and over. “s-shua i’m gonna cum.” he nods “yea honey? cum for me. i want to taste all of it my love.” he pulls you into a kiss slowly slipping his tongue into your mouth. that brought you over the edge. you clench around his fingers pulling away from the kiss releasing a loud moan. “mm thats it pretty. fuck you’re doing so well.” you immediately cum after hearing those words. he continues to fuck his fingers into you having you ride out your high.

pulling his fingers out shortly after to pull them up to his mouth and suck on them licking them clean. “you taste so fucking good every time. i could eat your cum for every meal if you’d let me.” you laugh at him slightly. “mm i could do the same for you.” he smiles slighting rubbing his dick along your folds. “you ready my pretty girl?”

you nod quickly looking down at where he is rubbing you. seeing he immediately starts pushing in slowly. his head is thrown back and his head is already sweaty causing hair to stick to his forehead. “fuck you are so tight still my love.” he watches you face as your fucked out expression turns into a more fucked out expression. he pushes in all the way bottoming out not beginning to move yet so you can adjust. “you okay honey? you’re taking me so well. “ he doesn’t take his eyes off of you and where you two are connected. “i-i’m okay shua. you can move.” he smiles before pulling out and slowly pushing back in causing him to release a few grunts. “s-shit you’re always so tight. i’m sorry baby im gonna cum so quick.” you just moan as you feel him thrust deeper inside of you.

“you’re so wet my love im sliding right in.” he says with his mouth falling open as he watches how he fucks you. sex has filled the room. the sound of your wetness, skin slapping, your high pitched moans, and joshuas deep grunts. “s-shua harder please.” he doesn’t say another word grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head fucking you deeper and harder. “like this?” he says cursing under his breath again. “y-yes fuck! oh my god you’re so deep shua i cant.” he groans again leaving more kisses on your body.

“you’re taking me so well my love. pretty pussy, pretty girl, everything about you is so. fucking. pretty.” he punctuates the words with a harder thrust each time.

“i’m c-close shua!” he moves his other hand down to open your legs wider. “shit honey me too im gonna fill you up. you want that? want me to fuck another baby into you?” you nod dumbly not being able to respond at this point. “you gonna cum pretty? i feel you clenching around me. feels so fucking good.” he throws his head back again feeling you release your juices onto his dick. “fuck yes my love. cum on my dick. make a mess all for me.” his dick twitches at his own words as he cums deep inside you.

fucking into you slowly as he calms down from his high. he pulls out a little after watching as his cum mixed with yours flows onto the bed. “look at you my pretty mess. fuck honey. you did so well for me.” you nod at him and sit up slightly feeling more cum drip out of you. “let me get something to clean you up my love.” he gets up pulling on his shorts heading into the bathroom to grab a rag. he wets it with warm water before making his way back into your room cleaning you up gently.

“you okay honey?” you hum. “never been better.” he finishes cleaning you up and grabs you a new pair of clothes handing it to you. “here you go honey let me change the sheets then we can lay down.

—

you didn’t realize that you fell asleep after you guys got back into bed after cleaning up. you wake up to see your lovely husband laying next to you. talking on the phone to who you assume is to be soonyoung or seokmin. “yea shes sleeping right now when she wakes- oh shes awake one second.” h shifts to you. “im so sorry honey did i wake you up? you were sleeping so peacefully.” you shake your head and smile. “its okay shua don’t worry.” he nods before pulling his phone from his ear putting it on speaker.

“soonyoung she can hear you say hello.” he says looking at you. “hi y/n!! happy birthday i hope you liked the decorations.” you smiled “yes i loved it so much. thank you guys for helping shua do that for me it means a lot.”

“no problem at all y/n we love you more than we love joshua!” you laugh slightly as you see your husband roll your eyes. “oh soonyoung i can tell you our news now that shes awake i didn’t want to tell you without her.” he is all smiley now excited to tell him what is gonna be in the next chapter of your life. “okay tell me!! are you guys moving into a new house?? what hurry up!!!” soonyoung says causing you both to laugh. “you want to tell him honey?” he says grabbing a hold of your hand. “yea. well you’re about to be uncle soonyoungie!” the line is silent for a second and then there is a loud scream. “Y/N YOURE PREGNANT OH MY GOD.”

“yes we are having a baby.” you smile at joshua to see that he is already looking at you with so much love in his eyes. “that is amazing you guys. im so happy for you. we need to throw a baby shower! got to go i need to start planning this!” he hangs up making you and joshua laugh at him again. he pulls you into his arms. “i love you so much. can’t wait to see you be the best mom ever.” he kisses you deeply not letting go of you for the rest of the night.

[babyleostuff]

hi~ can I request a seventeen reaction to their girlfriend, who is usually very closed off, being affectionate to them out of nowhere?

S/O BEING AFFECTIONATE OUT OF NOWHERE | OT13

the ones that wouldn’t say anything because they’d be afraid that they’d scare you off -  they’d just hug/ cuddle you tighter/ closer and place a gentle kiss on your forehead: 

・❥・ seungcheol, jihoon, seokmin, chan

these boys would not dare to utter a single word when they’d feel your arms around their waist, because it’s not often you are so affectionate with them. they know that physical touch is not one of your biggest love languages, or that it might make you uncomfortable, and they respect that 100%, but it doesn’t change the fact that they’d freak out everytime they’d feel your hands on them.

still, they’d be too afraid to mention anything, scared that you might get shy or embarrassed by the sudden display of affection so they’d settle on pulling you closer and pecking your forehead lovingly. 

+ not that you’ be able to see that, but they’d have the most lovestruck expression, like that idiot is. in. love. 

when it comes to jihoon i know he’s not the biggest fan of physical touch, but i stand by the fact that he loves it when it comes from his s/o. and also because he’s so closed of himself, i think he’d love to have a s/o that initiates the skinship, so he’d never dare to comment on it

at first they’d have a heart malfunction, because how dare you to be this cute, but then they’d pull you closer and tell you how much they love when you’re being this affectionate: 

・❥・ soonyoung, wonwoo, mingyu, vernon, seungkwan 

their first reaction is: immediate heart attack. it’s not often that you lay in their lap just because, or put your head on their shoulder, so it always comes as a big surprise for them (not that they complain). so it would take a couple of seconds for them to recover from the sudden sugar rush, and when they’d do, you bet they’d pull you closer, so they could wrap their strong arms around your body crushing you with love. 

i see soonyoung, mingyu, and seungkwan literally kicking their feet from the cuteness, and because they are so cute themselves you’d just end up cooing over each other, and fighting who’s cuter 

for wonwoo, and vernon - i guess this might be a bit of an unpopular opinion? (i know they are not the most lovey dovey, touchy feely people), but i genuinely think they’d love their partner to be affectionate, and initiate the skinship (similarly to jihoon), because they are too shy to do it themselves. but they love the reassurance of their s/o through touch, and they’d make sure to tell you that

the ones that’d try to tease you a bit, but the second they feel you pulling away they’d wrap their arms around you so tightly you wouldn’t be able to escape them: 

・❥・ jeonghan, joshua, jun, minghao

we know that their first instinct is to tease, no matter what situation they are in. so it’s not like they truly make fun of you, they would never, that’s like their coping mechanism. it’s not everyday that you are so affectionate with them, so they just don’t know what to do, because what the hell is going on?

and they wouldn’t want to admit that they are fucking melting and freaking out because of how gentle and loving you are with them, so’d they kind of freeze and laugh, BUT the second they feel your grasp loosen they pull you right back in, and hold you ten times tighter.

+ someone sedate me, because i can clearly hear hao’s giggles, as you wrap your arms around his waist, nuzzling your face into his bare back, as he prepares tea for you before bed.

amen

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Home at last

Pure fluff, coz my boy's so fluffy! (plus, I needed to wash away my previous fic!! 🥵)

Pairs: Lee Minho (Lee Know) / reader (gender not specified)

Theme: fluff, a little angst if you squint

Warnings: not proofread

Word count: 0.8 k

It’s just another one of those days, when the world seems to crumble down around you and your tongue feels too heavy you don’t wanna speak a word. As much as you need to hear his voice, you don’t wanna trouble him with your blues, he’s busy enough as is, why bother him with your mood swings? You’re watching a random episode of your comfort sitcom to try and distract yourself when his name appears on your phone screen, as if he sensed you need him.

“Hey gorgeous! How are you?” his sweet voice brings a smile to your lips.

“Hi, I’m good, thanks.”

“..hmm… are you sure? That’s not how your voice sounds like.”

“Yea… I’m fine.”

“I’m coming over.”

“No, you don’t need to, I know you had a busy day.”

“Nonsense. I’ll be there soon.”

He hangs up so you don’t get a chance to argue. Despite having been dating for only a few months, he knows you like the back of his hand. He knows you tend to keep everything to yourself, so if he doesn’t try to help, you’d never reach out.

Finally, he’s here, with bags of takeouts in his hands. As soon as you see his warm smile and glittering eyes, your heart skips a beat. He puts the bags down and opens his arms to you. You hug him impossibly tight, pressing your cheek to his chest.

“Thanks for coming.” You mumble to his chest.

“Anything for you, babe.”

He breaks the hug and cups your cheeks in his hands.

“I really missed you.” he says while leaning in to capture your lips. A few gentle kisses later and you already feel much better.

He points to the bags “shall we eat?”.

“I’m not really hungry…”

“Were you gonna skip dinner again?”

You don’t answer, just stare at the floor.

“Come on, let’s eat together.”

You follow him like a puppy. He sets the table and feeds you. No one ever treated you like this before, no one ever cared if you ate well or got enough rest. No one ever asked if you needed to talk. No one was ever there for you. Sure, you had friends and a seemingly loving family, but whenever you weren’t feeling well, they just kept away and let you be until you came around again on your own.

After dinner, you cuddle up in front of the TV, your back resting on his chest, his arms around your waist, a fluffy blanket covering you both.

“Are you comfortable jagya?”

You nod, looking up at him, he kisses your forehead. You turn your head back towards the TV and he rests his cheek on top of your head.

“You know you can talk to me, right?”

“There’s really nothing to say… you’re here and I feel much better.” you bring his hand up to your lips and kiss along a vein. He tightens his grip around you. The warmth radiating from his body melts your heart. You sink deeper in his embrace.

He kisses your temple. “Whenever you need me, I’ll be here, all you gotta do is say the word.” He whispers in your ear. You smile and nod at him. Oh you got words you wanna tell him so bad, but you’re afraid it’s too soon and would scare him off. You rest your head back on the juncture of his shoulder and neck. His cologne on his pulse point mixed with his scent engulf your senses. You can’t help but give a lingering peck to his neck. He nuzzles his cheek against your hair in response.  

You feel like your heart is so full it could burst. How he turned your whole mood around. Right here, in his arms, it’s where you belong. You think no matter how shitty life gets, if you have him by your side, nothing can bother you or make you wanna give up. With him in your life, you could live forever or die happily any moment. You hate to admit a boy has such an impact on you, but he’s no ordinary boy, you’ve never come across someone like him, or maybe you think this way because… you’re in love.

You make up your mind, if it’s gonna scare him off, it better happen sooner than later, before the possible damage gets irreparable.

“Min?” you call out.

“Yes babe?”

“I think… I think I’m in love with you…”

“Well, that works out perfectly! Coz I’m in love with you too.” He says with a big bright smile on his face. Then he leans in to seal his words. He removes an arm from around your waist to cup your cheek. His lips move gently on yours, each kiss drenched in love, telling you things words never could. He feels like home, like the soothing breeze of a spring night, carrying the scent of cherry blossoms. A single tear rolls down your cheek and he catches it with his thumb.

He breaks the kiss: “Are you alright love?”

“I am, I really am, haven’t been this well for a long time.”

He keeps caressing your cheek as he adoringly gazes into your eyes, melting you into a puddle.

“My sweet sweet baby.” he says as he takes you back into his arms.

[gyumibear]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 STUPID CUPID !! | SIX: byob (bring your own baby)

warnings — swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, kys jokes, child endangerment(?), jealousy, mentions of injuries, mentions of brainwashing and morally grey behavior

written section — under the cut! (word count: ~1.6k)

Walking into Julie and Natty’s off-campus apartment, you were a little shocked with the amount of bodies venturing around the place. You knew that Natty was popular, but damn… The girl was popular. You could’ve sworn you saw a few western celebrities tucked into corners giggling to themselves with how many notable figures were there. How did she even meet them? “Hi cuties, thanks for coming!” The ‘she’ in question called, swinging her body around a corner to wrap arms around Belle’s torso. “You guys look sexy. I’d definitely hit.”

“Alright, alright,” You smiled back, reaching into your bag to pull out a bottle of alcohol that you’d brought, “We brought a little gift for you, Nat.”

“Thank you~” She gave you a small kiss on the forehead, taking the drink and then proceeding to swing back around the corner, presumably to the kitchen. “Make yourselves comfortable~!”

After she’d gone, your group of friends split off, all looking to greet other friends and party goers alike. You knew for sure Belle was off to possibly make friends with Ariana Grande, who was off playing Darts in the corner. Anton left to go find Sohee and Seunghan and Haneul went to find Julie, the other owner of the apartment.

So what were you to do?

You shifted your weight around, thinking. You looked around, taking in more people who were at the party, but you knew you were only truly trying to spot one person. Wonbin had to be around there somewhere right? Your heart was beating with anticipation of seeing him. Maybe tonight you’d finally talk to him like a real person?

Inside your bag was the potion that had been left in your school mailbox. You’d grabbed in earlier, morbid curiosity taking over, but you had no intention of using it tonight. It just looked like colored water to you, but you weren’t gonna take chances. You didn’t have time to take it out of your bag before you were being hauled to the party, otherwise you definitely would have left it in your room.

“YN!” Sohee stumbled over to you, clutching a red cup, his red face alerting you, “Hi…”

“Hi Hee, are you drunk?” You raised your eyebrow, letting him curl up around you in a sloppy hug. "You're absolutely plastered, aren't you?"

“Noooo…” He trailed off, taking another sip from his cup, “I have a high tolerance!”

“He does not have a high tolerance.” Seunghan appeared next, expertly plucking Sohee’s cup from his hands, making him groan out in pouty disapproval. “He’s had like two cups.”

“Typical,” You chuckled, hugging a pouting Sohee back, “Hee, your head is gonna hurt tomorrow if you keep going.”

“Don’t care… I want another drink!” Sohee murmured, nuzzling into your neck. “You look so pretty, YN.”

“Thank you Hee.”

“He never tells me I look pretty.” Seunghan crossed his arms in mock annoyance, “Bogus.”

“Maybe because you’re not pretty?” Anton was the next to appear, a bottle of water in his hands. “Here Sohee.”

“Nuh uh!” Sohee and Anton started bickering back and forth, with the younger desperately trying to get the older to sober up a little bit. You and Seunghan shook your heads in tandem, used to the routine of sobering up Sohee as if it were second nature. In a way, it kind of was. He wasn't the drinker the rest of you were.

"Sohee, did you just fucking bite me?" Poor Anton.

-

A few minutes later, you lowered a passed out Sohee onto the couch, shaking your head at how instantly knackered he’d gotten. Never let him drink alone, you concluded to yourself. Not that you didn't already know that. You took a squat next to him, checking your phone for anything new.

Outside of those silly little posts, you decided to check your messages too. None, since most of your friends and acquaintances were at this party. You had half a mind to go find something to drink yourself, but Seunghan and Anton had already left and you didn’t want to abandon Sohee. If he woke up and started drinking again, you'd definitely be responsible.

“Sup, YN.” Eunseok, ever so gorgeous, sat on the couch next to you. “Sohee drank?”

“Yep.”

“Figures.” He side eyed you, “You got him dumped on you, right?”

“Yep.”

“Poor thing." He laughed. "I’ll take care of him, you go have fun.”

“Really?” Your eyes widened, making Eunseok laugh and nod his head. “Don’t you want to go have fun?”

“Nah, I’m the DD.” He smiled, standing to his feet to pull you to yours. “Go! Before I change my mind.”

Stupid! You wouldn’t let him get the chance. You turned on your heel and walked into the crowd of bodies, sending Eunseok a finger gun on the way. You could see a small hint of a smile on his face as you did. If he wasn't your favorite upperclassman before, he definitely was now. Rest in pieces Shotaro and Sungchan.

-

“And that’s how we ended up here.” You explained to Haneul, her bright brown eyes staring at you like you’d grown another head. “And before you say it, yes, I do care about internet safety.”

“It really doesn’t sound like you do.” Belle facepalmed, “Yeesh YN.”

“Have you ever talked to Park Wonbin at all?” Natty asked, poking out her hip. “He’d probably fall in love with you as soon as you said ‘hi my name is.’ No love spell needed. You're gorgeous!”

“I know!” You threw your hands up into the air, exasperated. “I was just thinking about it! I wasn't gonna do it... I don't think.”

“Okay, so this love potion,” Julie spoke slowly. “Can we see it?”

You reached into your bag, pulling out the lightish pink bottle to show to them. Hmm, that was kind of weird. You remembered the bottle being clear and not pink, but maybe you'd just remembered wrong. Either way, you produced the bottle, your friends leaning in to see it clearly. All their eyes widened, but then immediately dropped into faces of pure pity.

“YN. This looks like water with food coloring.” Haneul deadpanned.

“I know! I was just gonna pour it into the sink later.”

“It’s so obviously fake.”

“What if it isn’t though?”

“The fuck are you talking about Julie?”

The girl in question stared at you all in silence before snatching the bottle from your hands and running off.

“Julie???”

Your friends didn’t have quite the chance to stop you before you were chasing after Julie, desperate to get the bottle back. You ducked and zoomed in between dozens of people, apologizing as you went. Some people cursed at you, others quickly hopped out of the way, but you didn’t care. Julie could be unpredictable! And even though you didn’t believe the love potion was real, it would be irresponsible of you to even let her play with something like that.

A person's back quickly stopped your chase, sending you falling onto your ass.

“Woah!” Wonbin exclaimed, quickly spinning around to be greeted by the sight of you. “Hey, you okay?”

“Mm yeah…” You placed your hands over your face in utter embarrassment. “I’m so sorry.”

“You’re perfect, don’t worry.” He offered a hand, which you took, helping you to your feet. “Where’s the fire?”

“I was chasing a friend…” You rubbed your arm awkwardly, not even letting the fact that you were upfront talking to your crush even slide into your mind. You’d definitely shut down if it did. “Clearly, I’m not good at chasing.”

“I am.” Wonbin smirked at you, making your heart race. “Just who are we chasing?”

“Me!” Julie appeared behind you, nearly making you jump out of your skin. “Sorry about that.”

Before you could even start to open your mouth to yell at her, she slid her arm around you, producing a red cup in her other hand. You raised your eyebrow in question, but she wasn’t looking at you. She was looking at Wonbin, who was quietly watching the exchange. Now he was looking at you.

“Taro told me to bring you this.” She shook the red cup, handing it to Wonbin. “He mixed it for you.”

“Julie, is that-”

“Taro’s secret mixture, yes YN it is.” Julie cut you off with a close eyed smile, silenting hinting at you to shut up. “For Wonbin.”

“Oh cool. I love his little concoctions.” With that, Wonbin took a sip.

Julie made herself scarce, leaving the two of you alone (as alone as you could be in an apartment of bodies), claiming she had more drinks to pass around. You knew what she had done. But clearly, if Wonbin wasn’t reacting… then did it really not work? Wonbin took a glance down into the cup and you thought you could’ve seen a quick flash of realization in his eyes, but when you blinked he was back to drinking it like normal. Maybe you'd been imagining it.

“How… is it?” You asked, trying to gauge if nothing truly happened.

“Hmm…” Wonbin downed the rest of the cup before answering. “It tastes great. Like it was made with a lot of love.”

Oh shit.

“Haha… What…” You looked around desperately for a way out. "Really..."

“No really. Taro’s great at mixing up stuff.” Wonbin stepped closer to you, “By the way... You’re really pretty.”

Scratch that. Reverse it. What did he say???

“Huh?” You blanked, making Wonbin smirk again.

“You’re really pretty.” He repeated himself, staring into your eyes like he couldn’t get enough. "Can I take you on a date?”

WHAT. You almost choked on air, fighting for your life to remain composed in front of him. The love potion worked? There's absolutely no way.

"Yeah, sure!" Was what you said when you remembered that you needed to reply. "I'd love that..."

"I love you."

Okay, now you really were choking.

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sc tidbit #6 — soobin does have a habit of bringing babies to parties because nobody has the heart to tell him to stop. it’s always a new baby every time. nobody knows where they’re from or how he acquired them, but he takes care of them well so nobody cares that much!

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[vinvantae]

Unmasked

Part 12/16

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You sat in the cockpit for a moment longer than someone who just got a podium should have, but you got third. It had felt like a kick in the teeth because had your team given you a chance, you could have won. You would have. You had got the fastest lap and your pace was unmatched but the team had favoured Charles - better strategy paired with team orders meant he had got P2 to your P3, moving him even further ahead of you in the championship.

Part of you didn’t want to face Charles, he’d undoubtedly have your outburst thrown back at his face - telling him just how unreasonable you were, what a bad teammate he had. That you were too emotional. When in reality, if any other driver had been told to hold position when they had more pace - they’d be just as frustrated. You sighed and climbed out of the car, throwing the crowds a thumbs up before going over to be weighed. Charles was standing across parc ferme, nodding as he was being Maxsplained to, his back to you.

You took off your helmet and placed it on its stand before approaching your boyfriend, placing a hand on the small of his back to get his attention. As his green eyes fell to you, all of your guilt melted away - sure he didn’t know about your radio message but this was Charles, he wouldn’t care. He grinned and pulled you into a hug, squeezing you with all his might.

“I’m proud of you, Charles.” You whispered, nuzzling your face into his neck.

You felt his arms tighten around your middle, his voice low - his words were for your ears only. “I’m sorry, this should’ve been your win.”

You frowned and pulled back a little - just enough to lock eyes with him, his gaze was soft. “I… what do you mean?”

“My pace was shit come the end, my tires were gone, they told me you weren’t going to attack. You could’ve won this if they let you.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead before stepping away to do his post race interview.

Your cheeks flushed dark, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly as Max approached you to give you a congratulatory hug. “What a race, happy to be sharing the podium with you for real.”

“First ever post-race interview before then, wish me luck.” You couldn’t help but cringe as you slowly approached Charles, being handed a microphone ready to speak to the crowd for the very first time since your interview. You took a moment to collect yourself as the interviewer thanked your boyfriend - this was a big step, you’d never spoken to the masses like this before and before you knew it, your name was being called so you stepped up to face them.

As loud as cheers were, you couldn’t help but hear the boos hidden beneath - the dissonant harmony rang through your ears as you put on a smile and waved to the crowds, doing your best to ignore them. “Congratulations on your first podium as you, y/n! How does it feel?”

“Unlike anything else I’ve ever experienced.” You laughed, trying to put on your best brave face as you spoke. “Finally being able to put my name to my achievements is something I’ve always wanted to do and now I’m doing it.”

“Team orders meant you couldn’t race your teammate, you didn’t sound too pleased about it - any more to say now?”

You shook your head. “I understand why they gave the orders and we ended up with a double podium - Charles’ tires were vulnerable and if I had gotten past who knows who else might have.”

“Thank you for your time, I hope to see a lot more of you.”

After one more thumbs up to the crowd you dipped into the cool down room to join Charles and Max who were seemingly engrossed in conversation - you placed your things on your pedestal and grabbed your third place cap, sitting it atop your head. Eyes flickering up to the screen as they replayed clips of the race and you couldn’t help but wince when your radio message popped up at the edge of the screen, ending the conversation in the room in a moment.

“...awkward.”

You narrowed your eyes at Max, not wanting to look at your boyfriend as you willed them to hurry up and take the comms off of the screen. It felt like an eternity before someone spoke again, and you felt Charles’ hand on your shoulder as he spoke. “We’re good, I already told you how I feel. Okay?”

The breath you didn’t know you were holding escaped your lips as you nodded, as you opened your mouth to apologise he simply smiled and shook his head - the three of you being summoned to the podium. This time around, Charles heard the crowd when you stepped out in front of them. After his interview he had gone pretty quickly into the cool down room but there was no denying the chorus of boos that were, despite being quieter, threatening to cover up the cheers. There was something about that horrible sound that seemed to overpower its counterpart.

He wanted to cover your ears, cheer louder than he ever had before to cover it up but once the champagne was in his hand - he opted to distract you by pouring the cold liquid down the neck of your race suit. “Fuck, that’s cold!”

Charles grinned as you laughed, returning the favour by spraying the contents of your bottle over him before taking a big swig. It took everything he had not to wrap you up in his arms and kiss you - but he knew the press of it would be too intense so instead for the podium photo, he pulled you tight into his side.

He was going to have your back, no matter what.

***

***

You chewed nervously at the skin around your thumb as you stood in the media pen with your PR manager, waiting for an interviewer to be free. This was your first time in the pen and you could see just why all of the other drivers hated it - you felt like you were in some weird petting zoo. Before you could quietly protest, saying they’ve never interviewed you before, why start now, you were ushered over towards a very excited looking lady - she was the first to get a post race interview with you. After a final deep breath you stepped up to the barricade and gave her a smile.

“Hi y/n, thank you for speaking with me. Great race today.”

“Thank you, it’s a really good result for the team and keeps us in the game for the WCC, we’re ahead right now and we’d like to keep it that way.” You said with confidence, hopefully trying to explain the team orders without shitting on the strategists - as much as you disagreed with it, you wanted to come across as the team player.

She scribbled something down in her notepad before glancing at you through her mascara coated lashes. “Reckon you would’ve won without those orders? You had better pace than Charles and you sounded irritated in your radio message.”

You shrugged a little. “Maybe but there’s no point speculating what could have been. I just need to focus on the next race and hopefully get back on that top step.”

“Thank you, good luck.”

From then on you were ushered from interviewer to interviewer - barely getting a second to breathe before you were asked again and again about the team orders. For the most part they were respectful and you could throw up your media trained answer but as you approached a woman, her carved brow raised and her painted lips curved into an almost evil smirk. You didn’t like where this was going, that was for sure.

“Afternoon, y/n, disappointed by the result?” She went straight in, offering the first jab - which you shook your head at.

“A double podium at this point in the season is key. I’m very proud of the team today.” You refused to break eye contact, the blues of her eyes were intense - like she could read every thought that crossed your mind.

She held up her voice recorder and pressed play - your radio message playing loud over the speaker before she popped it back into the small handbag tucked under her arm. “You didn’t sound too pleased during the race. Don’t you think that after Charles’ performances this season, he deserves to be prioritised by the team? That perhaps you were being a little ungrateful.”

You held your tongue for a moment, the burn of your PR manager’s eyes bore into the side of your head. “In the heat of the moment, I was frustrated, yes. But I understand and respect the team’s decision.”

“You’ve been beaten by Charles in practically every race so far this season - does this mean that you will be second driver from here on out? He is the best shot of winning the championship for the team.” You could almost taste the venom on her words as she taunted you - challenging you to break, so there was proof that you were just this emotional, bitchy woman.

“I will continue to try my hardest in this championship battle, it's not lost yet. We’re barely a third of the way into the season, there’s no telling what’s gonna happen. Thanks.”

You stepped away from her before it got ugly, you knew no matter how calm you were - people were still going to find ways to tear you down. You hadn’t won. You’d complained about Charles. The people who didn’t like you never would - it was hard to accept, especially when they were so damn loud. You felt trapped in your head, their cruel words caging you in as you walked back to the ferrari motorhome for the end of the day.

And as soon as you were alone, you did the worst thing you could have possibly done… and went online.

Charles had already seen some of the responses to your radio message and post-race interviews, for the most part people were on your side but he just knew that for the hundreds of nice comments - there were 10 negative ones that would catch your eye. He got caught up in the media pen longer than he would’ve liked, protecting you from the snark reporters were tossing in your direction, trying to get him to bite back at you. But he was frustrated for you. You were right in your message, you could’ve beat Max and as much as he wanted to win the championship, he didn’t want to do it at your expense.

He lightly rapped his knuckles on the door of your driver’s room, hearing a soft shuffling from inside before the lock unclicked and you peered around. “Hey, been waiting for you… come on in.”

“My interviews dragged on a little more than I would have liked. How are you doing?” Your teammate hummed, stepping into the room - allowing you to lock the door behind him. He crossed over to the couch, draping his arm across the back as you sat beside him.

“...They really don’t like me, Charles.” You mumbled, leaning into his side. “I feel like no matter what I do they’re going to criticise me.”

“Baby, they criticise all of-”

You narrowed your eyes at him, shrugging his arm off of your shoulder - and standing. “Don’t you dare compare criticisms you get to how they talk about me. You don’t get it. You’ll never get it.”

“Then talk to me, y/n!” Charles finally snapped. “How am I supposed to be there for you if you won’t tell me what’s going on in your head! You’re shutting me out. I’m your boyfriend, your teammate… if you can’t talk to me then who can you talk to?”

“I don’t know! Okay?! None of you get it. Lewis maybe but none of you have never and will never be a woman in this community. And I get why now. It’s not because we’re not talented enough because there’s some girls out there with more talent than half this grid in their pinkies but because no one will ever see us the way they see you.” You really didn’t mean to take all of this out on Charles, you knew his intentions were good but he’d opened the can of worms and now he was dealing with the mess. “It doesn’t even matter if I had won the race today, they would’ve accused me of stealing it from you.”

Your teammate stood up and approached you, taking your shoulders in his hands. “I know I won’t ever understand… I’m very aware of how privileged I am. But, I am your number one supporter y/n. I know it’s hard to ignore but we’ll get through this… you’ll get through this. You’re bigger and brighter than they’ll ever be.”

He watched as a tear rolled down your cheek. “I’m… I’m just not sure if I will get through this. I knew there’d be backlash but this? Physical violence… boos everytime I get in front of a crowd? It hurts so much.”

Charles wished he had the right words to say at that moment but instead he wrapped you up in his arms, burying his face into your neck and just holding you close. He felt your arms rest against him weakly, your chin hooking over his shoulder. It was hard for him, you were right - he’d never get what you were being put through. All he could do was defend you, but he was scared it wasn’t enough as you extracted yourself from his hold and started gathering up your things to head home for the day. The spark of hope you had about being revealed had been fully extinguished and he wasn’t sure what to do.

But he knew he had to do something.

***

***

“So what’s this all about?”

Charles stood in front of the grid, Lewis and Sebastian either side of him, Seb had somehow managed to pull everyone together for a briefing without you finding out and now 16 pairs of eyes were staring him down.

“It’s about y/n.” He said, fiddling with the edge of the table he was perched against. “All of this criticism is getting too much and we need to back her.”

“All of us get criticism, I don’t see why you need to waste our time with a meeting about this.” Fernando rose from his chair. “I’m sorry, but I am not interested in whatever you have planned… she needs to learn to deal with it herself.”

He shook his head and left the room, muttering to himself in Spanish. Charles stood there quietly for a moment, waiting to see if anyone would follow the driver out of the room but thankfully the rest remained in their seats - he wasn’t sure if it was Lewis and Seb's gazes from behind him keeping them in their seats or if they genuinely wanted to help.

“Look, the criticism we get is nothing compared to the backlash that y/n has been getting…” Lewis said, pushing himself off of the wall to stand beside the younger driver. “I like to think we’ve all stood together before for one of our own. You all stand or kneel with me when I’ve asked before, so I hope this cause is as important.”

“Just because she’s a woman, it doesn’t mean that what she’s achieved is any less.” Seb spoke next. “You all know that. We’re not asking for you to set the FIA on fire, we just want you to stand with her.”

Max leant back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. “I mean… I’ve got a lighter somewhere.”

Lando shoved his friend’s shoulder lightly. “Idiot. What did you guys have in mind?”

“Just a simple shared statement posted onto our instagrams.” Charles tried to make eye contact with each of his rivals, in an attempt to gauge what they were thinking. “Just saying how we won’t tolerate the bullying and actual violence.”

The Dutchman frowned. “That’s it? She was attacked, Charles… I’m in but you’ve got to have a better plan than that.”

“What did you have in mind?” Lewis said. “We didn’t want to go guns ablaze and scare you guys off.”

“I think a blanket statement is sensible.” George spoke up next, leaning forward in his chair a little - Max still didn’t look impressed. “I think a message like that from all of us will go a long way.”

Max scoffed. “Yeah sure, it won’t come across as a PR move at all. You guys can do whatever you want but I’m not just going to sit here whilst there are people out there who think they can hurt her and get away with it.”

The room fell into a stunned silence as he stood up, he stopped in front of Charles - eyes flickering across his childhood friend’s face. “I’m disappointed in you. She deserves better than this.”

The Monegasque was lost for words as the current champion left the room, the door shutting behind him the only sound in the room. He had no idea how vehemently Max felt about what you were going through.

What surprised him next was Esteban, despite his publicly tumultuous relationship with Max, he didn’t even hesitate to follow him out of the room - muttering something in French about fighting for you. He had never really considered that your other childhood karting rivals would be just as passionate as Max about standing up for you - especially as, unlike the Dutchman, he hadn’t known your secret prior to your reveal. Esteban was never one for bold statements either so the fact he was willing to do something like this surprised most of the drivers in the room.

“Uhm, anyone else?” Charles asked quietly, eyes flickering across the room. He could see a couple drivers looking a little fidgety, like they wanted to go but not knowing what Max had planned - Charles’ idea seemed like a safer bet.

He barely noticed Lewis’ strong hand coming to rest on his shoulder. “Are you still happy doing it like this? We can do something else if you don’t feel like it’s enough.”

Charles frowned a little but nodded. “Yeah. I mean, people can customise things as they see fit but I feel like the more of us they hear from the better. If you’re interested can you leave us a place to send the blanket message to? Thanks.”

He gave handshakes and bro-hugs to each of the drivers as they left the room, not noticing the way that Pierre was hanging back - still sat in his chair. The Frenchman had a feeling in his stomach that Max was right, that this wasn’t enough. He was as guilty as anyone for assuming that Thirty was a man and just like some of the others, he’d known you since you were a kid, he knew what you were capable of but has always taken your story as gospel, never questioned it. The fact he hadn’t recognised you when he joined F1 was just the final nail in the coffin, he’d ignored you more than he cared to admit- even objectifying you like many other women in the paddock.

“Pierre, you okay, man?” The Ferrari driver sat beside him. “Looking a little spaced out.”

“Max is right. I don’t… mate, I don’t have a fucking leg to stand on here.” He laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wasn’t exactly an advocate for women, for her, being in the sport.”

“C’mon, you didn’t know.”

Pierre’s frown deepened. “That’s not an excuse. I grew up with her and since we stopped racing together I spent more time staring at her fucking tits and ass than taking a second to use my brain.”

Charles went to speak but his childhood companion rose suddenly from his seat. Pierre walked over to the door before stopping with his hand wrapped around the handle.

“Do you not remember before her reveal when you were coming out of that team thirty meeting and I didn’t even consider her? I have to find Max. I’m sorry.”

The Monegasque sat there for a little while longer as he thought about what Max and Pierre had both said. They were right, you did deserve more than just some statement but he was nervous. He was the Tifosi’s golden boy - meanwhile, he was sure Max could get away with anything and well Pierre was a nuisance so he did what he wanted regardless.

And he loved you, he did but his reputation mattered too right? He just had to figure out the best way to do it without putting up the picket signs and actively tearing down the FIA HQ to get them to protect you. His eyes flickered to the door where the grid had since left him to his thoughts. Should he have followed Max, Pierre and Esteban? Or should he stick to Sebastian and Lewis’ sage advice?

He knew you were the only person who would know exactly what to do right now - that you would give him the perfect answer. But he also knew that if you knew what he was up to, you’d say that you weren’t worth all this fuss.

But you were worth it, more than.

As his phone buzzed in his pocket he fished it out, a text from you bringing a smile to his face. The public didn’t need to love you like he did - he wasn’t sure they ever would - but you deserved as much respect as the rest of your rivals. And if meant blindly following Max, Pierre and Esteban as they acted out whatever craziness they had planned…

He was going to do it.

***

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[the-kr8tor]

Can we have a Hobie x reader where the reader doesn’t want to kiss him because they have sharp teeth and doesn’t want to cut him or anything

Thank you for requesting, hun! I hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x shy! gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x shy! gn! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Synopsis: 3 times you didn't kiss him properly and the one time you did.

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, blood mention, FLUFF

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You've been dating Hobie for quite some time now, went on numerous dates, but there's one thing you haven't done yet, and it's probably the most important part of cementing your relationship, and it's kissing him, for real, not like a quick peck.

It's not like you don't want to, (you really want to) it's just you're too afraid of accidentally cutting him with your sharp canines, you were born with them, the only thing for you to blame is your genetics.

Sure it looks cool, but when it comes to finally showing your affection to someone, you avoid kissing deeply, opting for a quick peck on the cheek or a tight-lipped kiss.

You're grateful for Hobie, he's been oh so patient with you, you haven't told him about your predicament, afraid of his reaction. Maybe you should tell him, as he's dropping you off on your doorstep, fingers looped through your necklace, casually flirting with you.

"The movie was great and all, but it's still a giant advertisement" he caresses the chain, eyes glued to your lips. Your face heats up at the closeness.

"Y-yeah, but I liked the ending, it subverted my expectation" you try to act nonchalantly, but the lilt in your voice betrays you, your knuckles shake as you're clutching on to your bag a little too harshly.

"Mm-hm" Agreeing with you, Hobie notices you take a peek at his lips, your eyes quickly darting back to his forehead, clearly avoiding eye contact. He figures you're too shy to lean in, but you want to, so instead he initiates, slowly leaning towards you, just in case you want to stop him.

You beat him to it, darting your face quickly towards the side of his face, you peck him on the cheek, careful not to graze him with your sharp teeth.

"Goodnight! I'll call you,okay?" You say it too fast, opening your apartment door, stepping through it "only if you want to?" You turn back to him.

Hobie doesn't look too disappointed, he looks at you with endearment, eyes softening at your shyness.

" 'Course" He smirks, raising your bashfulness level up to a hundred "I still owe you that museum date you wanted" Hobie remembers your conversation a few days ago.

Your legs turn to jelly, holding on to the wall for support, "okay" you can only manage a meek reply, oh you're a goner.

"Later, sweets" Hobie winks at you, walking backwards, eyes glued to your form.

"Okay" you softly say, god, how is he this cool? You thought, gripping on to the doorknob for support, you wave goodbye, watching his smirk get bigger.

—

"Did you see that?!" Hobie jumps down from the stage, post show sweat clings to him. He runs towards you, hugging you, your feet lifting a few inches off the ground. "Love, did you see that?!"

"Yes! You were amazing!" For a second it's just you and Hobie, no crowd screaming for an encore, no nosy stares from strangers. You hug his neck tighter, nuzzling the crook of his neck.

Hobie puts you back down, cupping your jaw, it's now or never, he leans towards your lips, your eyes widening, but you really want to kiss him, he looks so good like this, happy and passionate, it wouldn't hurt to brush your lips against his, right?

You position your lips, closing them tightly so your teeth wouldn't accidentally poke him. Hobie crashes his lips to yours, but he feels you're not as eager as him, so he settles for a quick one.

He clearly doesn't care though, Hobie feels giddy, finally able to kiss you, he thinks you deserve a proper one, maybe when you're as eager as him. He bounces on the balls of his feet, unable to stay still.

You hold on to his waist, feeling dizzy with affection, you just wanna grab his face and kiss him deeply, but alas your insecurity wins this round.

You wipe at the bead of sweat on his forehead, careful of his piercings "you were truly amazing" your eyes are practically shapes like hearts as you look at his proud grin.

—

You're cooking in your modest kitchen, the savory smell wafting through Hobie's nose, he's been helping with setting up the table, since he insisted on coming in early.

"Where's the bowls at?" he searches your bottom cabinets.

"Here" you point at the top cabinet, conveniently placed just on top of the stove, and above your head.

"Excuse me, lovey" Hobie shields your head with his hand, his big hands covering the top of your head, so that the swinging cabinet doors wouldn't hit you.

"Oh thanks–" you pause, finding his face really close to yours. Oh shit

Warmth clings to your cheeks, breath hitching in your throat. He has no idea the effects he has on you (he definitely does though)

His eyes land on your lips, you squeak out, fumbling with an excuse "ah, gotta turn this over before it burns" quickly turning your head back towards the stove.

Hobie's left confused standing at your side, holding on to your bowls. Do you not want to kiss him or something? This wasn't the first time you turned away from him, do you not fancy him anymore? So what is it?

Instead of asking you these questions, he turns away, feeling dejected.

"Right" he clears his throat. You feel the shift in the air, you read his slumped posture, how his face is hiding (and failing) to hide his true emotion.

You breathe out, you can't continue to tiptoe around him, you need to tell him, especially when you see yourself loving him (in the very near future) call yourself crazy, but you see him loving you too.

You shut off the stove, reaching out towards the sleeve of his jumper. "Hobie, wait"

He turns towards you, questions swimming in his eyes.

You bite the bullet, (hopefully not his lips too) you cup his face gently, staring directly into his eyes, you wait for him to say yes. Hobie doesn't hesitate, he pulls you towards him by your waist, closing the small gap.

You brush your lips against his tentatively, he answers back by placing his lips against yours, unmoving, waiting for your next move. You close your eyes, finally deepening the kiss.

He chuckles softly at your eagerness, your lips move with his, Hobie feels your exposed skin on your hips where your shirt has ridden up, he stops his thumb right on the small of your back making small circles over the soft skin.

You completely lose yourself, Hobie gasps out when a sharp sting hits his lip. You quickly pull away "shit" you watch in horror as he touches his lips, leaving a drop of blood on his finger.

You push yourself off him, "oh fuck, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to"

"That was fuckin' hot" Hobie grabs your waist, pulling you back in.

"But–" you manage to gasp out before he collides his lips to yours. He holds the back of your head, you hold on to his jumper with a grip.

He kisses you most fervently, but you hold back, afraid to hurt him again.

Hobie reluctantly stops, "don't hold back" he whispers against your lips.

"But my teeth, I don't want to hurt you again"

"I can handle a little blood, is that why you avoided kissing me?"

"Yeah" you confess, eyes darting everywhere but his face.

"You're fucking adorable, did you know that?" He holds your chin, getting your attention "can I kiss you again?"

"You're really okay with it?"

"I'm more than okay with it," Hobie chuckles deeply.

You smile, a heavy weight lifting off your shoulders, "kiss?" You sigh out, great, he's given you a taste and now you're addicted. Good thing the cure's right in front of you, and he's more than willing to give it to you.

"Can't say no to that" he leans in, twin smiles on both of your lips.

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[chosoisamalewife]

I’m already gone

Character: choso x m!reader, yuji x reader (PLATONIC)

Warnings: character death! SPOILERS FOR 259

A/N: This wasn’t requested, just sort little something because I love pain 😭✌️

A/N: GOJO NEXT

A/N: THE TIMELINE IS DIFFERENT TO MAKE IT FLOW BETTER.

🎵Listen to already gone by sleeping at last🎵

Growing up in the world of sorcery, you were taught that curses were evil. They were ugly and were the most vilest things on this earth, but then you met him. Choso, a hybrid between a curse and a human, and he was beautiful. He was introduced to you as yuji's half-brother. You were erie of him at first, not understanding how could a curse be good. Even if he was only half, over time, you and him grew closer. You began to see he was more human than anything. He had more humanity than most humans. His soul and everything about him were beautiful l, even during the moments he didn't feel beautiful. Those moments were he cried into your chest, that he was a monster. You never understood how he could think that. The love that he showed you and his brothers was love that monsters couldn't possess.

He was the best thing to ever happen to you. He was kind and gentle to those he loved. He cherished and projected y'all like his life depended on it.

You were currently out of fighting during an injury. Choso told you not to stay awake waiting for him to return, but you never listened anyway. It always ends with him coming home to you asleep on the couch. This night was no different. One moment, you were lying there watching the tv, and then the next, you were asleep. It was a beautiful, peaceful dream. You and choso were at the beach enjoying the waves and the sun. It was empty there as if it were only you and him on the earth. No other soul, no curses, no fighting just each other

He was chasing you around the beach, the sound of yours and his laughter being music to your ears. Then, all of a sudden, he stops and just stares at you. The action caused you to stop in your tracks too. You took a breather for a second before walking up to him. "Hey, what's wrong?" You brought one of your hands to his cheeks, caressing the apples of them gently. He nuzzled against your hand slightly before bringing his hand up to yours.

"Nothing is wrong, this is perfect." He smiled so gently at you. He cupped your cheeks, his hands bringing your lips to his. He kissed you so softly as if you were the most fragile piece of glass. Then he pressed his forehead against yours. " I love you," He whispered to you. "You couldn't have loved me better, thank you." He pressed longing kissed on your head.

You let out a little giggle, "There's no need to thank me, silly." His arms rested around you and slowly caressed you back

“I know, I just wanted to also so you don’t forget.” You could hear his voice break a little bit

“Cho don’t get sad on me baby, we’re happy and plus you’ll be back soon and we can do nothing but be with each other” He nodded his head at your words. You quickly escaped from his grasp and started running. “Now come get me lover boy”You yelled back, it caused he to start chasing after you full force.

You were awakened from your slumber by a knock at the door. It was yuji. He looked distressed, and he was crying. "Hey, are you okay." He quickly shook his head, and his lips started quiver. You quickly brought him into a hug not rushing him to get his words. He was sobbing into your shoulder. You could barely make out the words he was saying, but then you heard a broken "I'm sorry" and "choso"

"What?" The world felt like it stopped spinning and had begun to crumble around you. Your chest felt heavy, it felt like you could get air into your lungs. You pulled away from the crying boy and walked slowly to the couch you were previously sleeping on. He followed you in and set on the couch with you. You deep breaths, trying to keep your composure.

"I'm sorry, he sacrificed himself for me. I didn't know he was going to do that. Everyone keeps dying around me, and I can't do anything to stop it. It's all my fault." He barely gotten through his words with the hiccups and the crying. You gently pushed his head onto your shoulder.

"It's not your fault yuji. Choso was selfless, he would do that thousands and thousands of times again even if he knew the outcome. Which he did, and that's why he did it." Your voice was breaking and cracking, but you just gave him a soft smile trying to comfort the young boy.

Eventually, exhaustion hit yujiand he slept on your couch. You laid alone in the quiet room, the only noise were your wails. The pillows that still smelt like choso were soaked with your tears as you held it tightly to your body.

"Wake up, you have to wake up. This is just a nightmare, you'll wake up." You spoke to yourself in between your wails of sorrow and pain. In reality, you knew the truth. This is reality and he was truly gone. He will always be gone

I ADDED YUJI AND READER COMFORTING EACH BECAUSE THAT POOR BOY NEVER HAS TIME TO GREIVE AND HE DESERVES SOME AND COMFORT

BYE Y'ALL ✌️😭, I HATE YOU GEGE

[ohworm-writes]

Hi! I'm sorry if you're not doing requests, but if you are, I full heartedly believe that, in private, schlatt loves to just hold you and cuddle. He had a bad day? His head is on your chest for or nuzzle into your neck. Watching a movie? He has you on his lap or pulled tightly next to him, jambo snuggling in. I just need someone to bring this to life so I can read it over and over 😤🥺

◧▥—JSCHLATT AND PHYSICAL AFFECTION—▥◨

Pairing: Jschlatt x Gn!Reader

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None!

Synopsis: A simple assortment of headcanons related comprising of Schlatt’s views of physical affection and his love for cuddles.

Word Count: 0.9k

Author’s Note: Sorry, I’m just so mentally I’ll when it comes to him. I love him with everything in me and this ask has been rolling around in my brain for months but I had no clue on how to approach it. Hope you enjoy this anon. 🫶❤️ This kind of sucks though, sorry.

Schlatt does not enjoy public displays of affection whatsoever.

He gets severely uncomfortable whenever he sees couples out in public with their hands all over each because, while it may be sweet, those acts are better left private.

And even in his own relationship, he’s extremely hesitant. The most you’ll get is a hand on the small of your back or something of the like. A touch that appears to be platonic while it may have romantic intention.

However, this being said: whenever he’s in the comfort of his own home or, even generally speaking, in a private space, he’s much more comfortable and willing to indulge in acts like these.

He loves pressing soft kisses to your forehead and trailing his fingers along your skin. All of these are acts of physical affection that he adores.

But above all? He absolutely loves cuddling with his partner.

While his hands and feet may be naturally cooler, this man runs like a furnace. He’s a space heater, through and through.

But trailing back, he adores laying in bed with you, his loving partner, arms wrapped around you with his face pressed into your chest. He’ll lay there for hours, not a care in the world about what may be happening elsewhere or anything of the like, solely and simply focused on the way your body feels when it breathes. The rise and slow fall of your chest. The soft breaths you exhale. All of it.

Or, what about resting his head on your shoulder as he hugs you from behind? Breathing in and exhaling slowly as he relaxes into you, body like putty against your back. He’ll interlock his fingers together with yours, holding them towards your stomach as he stands and sways in silence with you.

Or even acts as mundane as watching television or movies! He’ll have an arm wrapped around your center as you lay with your back pressed against his stomach, the back of your head to his chest. His free hand would trail featherlight designs against your skin, swirls and lines and shapes in every design.

And of course, we can’t forget Jambo. That precious boy is a lovebug as well. He’s constantly rubbing against your legs and body wherever you are, insisting on laying in your lap or on your chest or something of the like.

Schlatt gets jealous at times, but he’d never admit that. Him? Jealous of his own feline companion snuggling up with his partner? (Okay, maybe, but he’d never admit that).

Picture this:

You would be silently sitting at your desk, body hunched over the edge with one arm propping up your head as you try desperately to focus on paperwork, eyes shifting in and out of focus. Your breath would come out slow, calm, and there would be music playing and ringing through your ears, the melodies working to keep you attention on the task at hand.

Schlatt would be caught up in a similar situation, leaning over his desk as he types out on his computer the script for a new video he has planned. And he’d be so bored, so out of it that he can’t will himself to concentrate anymore. You both would have been at your respective tasks for hours, in the same room no less, and he’d grow sick of it.

So, what would he do? He would take off his headphones, carefully placing them down on his desk as he would push his chair out and stand up. He would carefully walk over to you, having your back turned to him as he approaches. And while you can feel his heavy footsteps rumble behind you, you’re so focused on trying to focus that you can’t really will yourself to care.

And he would just, ever so carefully, place his head between the crook of your neck, eyes trained on the way your hands write out a few words before crossing them out a few moments later. He would bring his arms to hook together in front of your stomach, pressing his body against the chair and slumping over you. He would turn his head downwards and press a kiss to your skin before letting his eyes shift back up to look at your work.

And he would just tell you to give it a rest, to come and lay down with him because he can’t stand this situation anymore. And don’t you dare try to deny him, because he will pick you up if that’s what it takes.

He’d lead you to bed, arms still wrapped around you and on you, and he’d maneuver himself so that you both would be laying on your sides. You would have him, head below his chin with your arms wrapped around each other and legs slotted against one another. He’d press one hand to your back, rubbing up and down every so often, with the other trailing doodles against the plush skin of your thigh.

And the scene is so peaceful, so full of love that he gets lost in it.

Who said that, that’s crazy. Certainly not me-

But in all seriousness, he’s so touchy in private, but only in private. He still hates showing public affection, but in private he’s all for it.

And although he never asks directly, it’s almost like you can tell whenever he wants or needs to be held close. Pure expression of love that it hurts.

He’s rude and mean, obviously. And that’s how he shows love. But sometimes, all he needs is to hold his partner close, press innocent kisses against them as he murmurs about something that doesn’t matter.

Because that’s what peace is. And he loves every second of it.

[ihrtnjm]

Every Summertime - Park Jisung

Synopsis: You and Jisung's relationship blossoming over time -- from dating to marriage. Based on: “Every Summertime” by NIKI Pairing: Park Jisung (NCT) and fem!reader Genre: straight up fluff!!!!, uni!au, dating to marriage, relationship progression Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: use of she/her pronouns, cursing, mentions of weird coworkers, reader is shorter than jisung, reader eats a strawberry  Content: pet names (hun, honey, babe), second person pov, idols as friends, just two cuties <3, jisung is a dance major, if marrying jisung weirds you out pls leave… a/n: this is my first y/n fic EVERRR <333333 a lot of the locations are vague, so it’s up to reader interpretation! pls reblog, comment and send feedback! support is very much appreciated!!!!! jisung has been on my mind lately (probs bc i’m learning his part for candy) like he’s so boyfriend shaped how can u not love him!!!!!!!!!!

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Park, 5:32 AM

18, We were undergrads, 

Stayed out late, never made it to class

Jisung looks out at the sunrise and over to you. There’s no one else he would rather be with at this moment. Being with you makes him forget every worry on his mind. He admires the twinkle in your eyes, as the glow of the sunrise bathes you. As they sit out by the lake, he fumbles with the promise ring in his pocket. 

“Ji, you good?” you ask, trying to peek over at what he was hiding with curiosity in your voice.

“Huh? Oh, it’s nothing.” Jisung quickly takes his hand out of his jacket pocket. You’ve been out for a while now, but he doesn’t care if he comes back home and skips practice. He can make it up later. 

But with you, he doesn’t waste a single minute.

“You don’t have class later?” Jisung asks – he doesn’t plan on going to class later that day, but worries that you won’t make it. 

“I do,” you sigh, “but I don’t think I’ll go. I just wanna be with you.” you reply softly, leaning your head onto his shoulders, as you both take in the sunrise. You loved everything about Jisung -- the way he danced, the way he would buy her something because it reminded him of you, the way he stops and waits as you tie your shoelaces, every little thing he does. 

Jisung turns his head and kisses your forehead, then resumes to look onto the sunrise.

----

Dance Studio, 7:43 PM

And I swear the magnolias flashed a smile (flashed a smile)

And that's when I caught me hoping you'd stay a while (stay a while)

Jisung moves around the studio freely, with sharp yet somehow smooth movement. As he cleanly dances throughout the studio, you admire his talent from the walls in the studio. Seeing his facial expressions while he passionately dances his heart out, you can’t help but feel your heart glow.  

Here she is, admiring the love of her life as he does the thing that he loves. From every recital to late night rehearsal, she loves him all the same. You remember when you two started dating – when he asked if you wanted to watch one of his recitals. He was endearingly nervous, hands clammy and heart beating at a thousand miles per hour. When you had said ‘yes,’ it was like the largest weight was lifted from his body. Since then, you’ve seen him grow into one of the most talented dancers you’ve seen.

“This dance is coming along really nicely, hun.” you state, standing up and walking toward him. You wrap your arms around his torso, then nuzzle your face into his chest. Jisung smiles down at you, hugging you back. 

“Thanks. I think I still need to practice a couple more times, but I like where I’m at.” he replies breathlessly, taking a moment to grab his water bottle and take a swig. After putting it on the ground, he continues to hug you.

“Well as long as you’re happy, I’m happy.” you smile, looking up at him with pride. Jisung hasn’t stopped smiling, bringing your lips together while smiling into the kiss.

At that moment, you knew you wanted to marry this man.

----

Mark’s Apartment, 9:30 PM

Baby, I'd give up anything to travel inside your mind

Baby, I fall in love again come every summertime

���Dude, when are you gonna propose? You two have definitely talked about it, and it doesn’t help that you’re always with her--” Jisung tunes Chenle out as he rambles on about your relationship. Instead, he looks over at you while you talk to Ningning. He doesn’t know what you guys are talking about, but as he looks at her he admires the passion in your eyes about whatever you’re saying. 

Jisung has seen your passionate eyes up close -- and God does he love them. In late night rants, discussions on class readings, and how dogs should wear pants. 

Meanwhile, you’re having a similar discussion with Ningning right across the room.

“Wait -- so Jisung hasn’t asked you?!” Ningning says with shock. Ningning has known you two for a while and shares the same sentiment as Chenle – but probably wouldn’t nag you the same way Chenle does.

“No Ningning, he hasn’t,” you deadpan, “But I don’t wanna force him into anything he doesn’t wanna do, y’know? He just seems so happy with where we are, and I don’t wanna make things weird--” 

“Make things weird? Tell that to the guy who’s staring at you as if he’s about to pop the question right now.” Ningning remarks, noticing Jisung stare at the two of you. She’s right -- Jisung hasn’t stopped at all – all while Chenle nags at him. 

“You should probably talk to him,” Ningning whispers into your ear, a grin on her face.

----

Park, 5:15 PM

25, man we're missing church

Laugh 'bout everyone we're hating at work

You and Jisung are in front of the lake yet again — but the only thing that has changed was time. Older, out of college, engagement rings on your fingers. Jisung sits while you lie your head on his lap. 

“Babe, I’m telling you this man is so weird. He treats the female coworkers as if they’re goddesses – mind you there’s a difference when a woman does it – and acts all lowly and shit!” you joke, taking a strawberry from the basket into your mouth. “It doesn’t help that when they say no to him, he acts like gave his soul to these women and acts pissed.” Jisung smiles down at you, taking a hand and brushing off loose hairs from your face. 

“Isn’t HR doing anything about it? This sounds like a problem that a lot of people have…” Jisung ponders, his hand traveling between your brows and smoothing out the wrinkles. 

“I don’t know, it’s not like he’s hurting anyone I guess,” you reply, “He’s just weird, y’know?”

“Alright but if he ever bothers you, you know who to go to!” he emphasizes, chest puffed up as if to come off as intimidating. You giggle at his gesture, sitting up and then holding his face in your hands.

“You’re so cute, did you know that?” you smile. He’s left flustered, as he takes his larger hands and puts them on top of yours. Jisung leans in closer to you, lips softly touching as he gets a taste of the strawberry that was on your lips earlier.

“Yeah, but you’re cuter.”

“Fine, but you’re the cutest.” 

----

Outside of Your Apartment, 10:30 PM

We're strolling down the boulevard

And dancing under streetlights 

Every year we get older, and I'm still on your side 

“Jisung, we’re gonna fall!” you laugh as you both stumble around the street, one Airpod in each other’s ears. A typical ballroom song plays in each of your earbuds while you adjust yourselves, figuring out how to dance to the music.

“Honey, just follow my lead,” Jisung giggles, “Mind you, you’re the one who wanted to learn!” Taking your hands in his, you sway around the street as the post lights shine. 

“Mind you, you’re the one with the dance degree!” you retaliate, looking down at your feet to avoid stepping on Jisung. 

“Mind you, you’re the one who’s married to me!” 

“You got me there.” you whisper, moving your arms to wrap around Jisung’s neck. Jisung’s hands then land on your hips, and softly pressing your lips together. 

As you admire the summertime moonlight, you both sway to the song that plays in your ears. 

Every day is summertime

Every day is summertime with you