#me n my friend are planning to take a picnic blanket and basket and just wait there until he arrives

[drysauce]

i did everything on the exam. if the guy fails me then tomorrow morning im going there and waiting in front of his room for consultations and i WILL be arguing

[leaderwonim]

𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐘 — seven: because you were available

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. lee heeseung x fem!reader, park sunghoon x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. Y/N always knew that her high school was dominated by wealth and privilege. Upon having a one night stand with popular athlete Lee Heeseung, she uncovers that Heeseung's friend group controls not only social dynamics but also school policies and local affairs, revealing a hidden world of power and manipulation behind their so called perfectly polished exteriors

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The next day while rifling through your locker, you sensed someone behind you. Turning, you found Sunghoon standing there, his dark eyes peered themselves over at your frame.

“Hey.” He greeted, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Hi?” you replied, taken aback by his sudden attention. Sunghoon was always surrounded with Hanni and the others, effortlessly intimidating the rest of the school in a way that made you wonder why he was talking to you.

“You followed me back on Twitter,” Sunghoon continued casually, leaning against the locker next to yours.

“Oh yeah,” you stammered, trying to collect yourself. “Didn’t think you’d follow me.”

"Don't worry about it," Sunghoon said with a grin. "Listen, I was thinking of hitting up Hongdae tonight. Wanna join me for dinner? My treat."

Hongdae—filled with various clubs and bustling streets—seemed a world away from Decelis Academy's polished façade. You hesitated, not sure what to do.

“Sure.” You say, closing your locker.

“Awesome, I’ll text you the details.”

And with that, Park Sunghoon leaves, and you swore your heart leaped out of your chest.

What the hell was going on?

When 7pm hit, you told Sunghoon to pick you up at the park.

No way were you risking him seeing your house. He would know right away that you weren’t wealthy like the rest of them.

“The park?” Sunghoon says as he rolls down his windows.

His car was a brand new Mercedes, and it looked shiny in the moonlight. It sounded cliche to say, but that’s exactly how it looked like from your point of view.

"Yeah," you replied, unable to hide your nervousness. "Maid was cleaning out the house..”

He shrugs, unlocking the passenger car door.

When the two of you arrived, Sunghoon parked on a curb near a club. You were nervous to say the least, not sure if Sunghoon wanted to go here.

Instead, he takes your hand, greeting the club owner as you entered.

“Youngsook! What’s up?”

The older man laughs, patting Sunghoon on the back and whistling. You swore you never felt more uncomfortable in your life.

Sunghoon takes you upstairs, which reveals a secluded rooftop with a blanket and picnic basket. The sun had longed dipped itself below the horizon, which showed a breathtaking display of lights and life.

"Wow, did you plan all of this?”

“Well, Youngsook helped me.” Sunghoon grins. “Kinda intimate, isn’t it? Don’t worry, it’s just to see the sunset.”

“Okay.” you nodded, a smile spreading across your face. “This rooftop has an amazing view.”

Sunghoon chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on you in a way that sent warmth spreading through your chest. "Yeah, used to run off with Heeseung here all the time back in sophomore year.”

Weirdly, in that moment, Sunghoon made you feel seen, understood, in a way you hadn't realized you craved.

“Why didn’t you do this with Hanni?” You blurt out quietly, not wanting to face Sunghoon.

“Sorry?”

“I mean—you guys are close, aren’t you? Why aren’t you seeing the sunset with her?”

Maybe a small part in you hoped he would say, well maybe she isn’t you, but that felt a tad bit delusional and embarrassing to think about.

“She’s golfing.” He explains, and you know by the tone of his voice that you shouldn’t ask further questions.

“Oh.” You pause for a moment. “So why me?”

“Because you were available.”

You bite the inside of your cheek at his words, not expecting it to be so straightforward and somewhat cruel.

Sure, it didn’t seem like a big deal. It probably wasn’t to Sunghoon—but the way he worded it made your tongue sour.

Because you were available. Not because he found you interesting or wanted to get to know you better, no—it was because you were available.

You hurriedly looked back at your phone, seeing the clock had already hit 10:30.

“Do you think you can drop me off at the park?”

Sunghoon’s eyebrows raise at your question.

“The park? Wouldn’t that be dangerous?”

“No, it’s fine, really.”

A part of you hopes Park Sunghoon might offer to walk you home. After all, he wasn’t a complete asshole. Right?

“Sure, I’ll drop you off at the park.”

And he does. He drives fast through the streets of Hongdae until you’re far away from the loud rustling music from the bars and all is quiet again.

“See you tomorrow.” You say quietly as he pits to a stop. You slowly open the passenger door, all while not sparing one glance at Sunghoon.

“Uh—sure, yeah, see you tomorrow.”

He pulls up his window, the car speeding off afterwards, leaving you to walk home with your thoughts.

AUTHOR’s NOTE: oh not the refy products hoon is a hoe

[loveanton]

memories | lee anton

ꕤ DESCRIPTION:  the weather is finally starting to warm up and so to kick off the start of your summer vacation, your boyfriend plans a cute picnic date only for his friends to crash it…

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: boyfriend!anton x f!reader

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 2.6k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: kisses, and light teasing not much i think but pls let me know if i missed anything

⏤ 𝑎/n: another self indulgent piece hehe ^-^

“It's so freaking hot, oh my gosh,” you complain, wiping the sweat from your brow. Anton looks up from where he’s spreading out the picnic blanket, a playful smile dancing on his lips.

“You’re cute when you pout like that,” he teases, his eyes twinkling. You stick your tongue out at him, but can’t help the blush that creeps up your cheeks.

“Am not,” you mutter, though your expression softens as you watch him work.

Anton chuckles and reaches up, grabbing your hand to pull you down onto the blanket beside him. “Come on, sit with me,” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist as you settle down. He reaches for the picnic basket and begins to unpack it, revealing an array of your favorite snacks.

Your eyes widen in surprise. “You remembered all my favorites,” you say, your voice filled with awe. “Even the chocolate-covered strawberries?”

“Of course,” Anton replies, his smile growing. “I know how picky you are, so I wanted to make sure everything was perfect.”

You feel a warm rush of affection for him, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“I try,” he says with a wink. “Besides, I love seeing you happy.”

You begin to munch on the snacks, chatting about your plans for the summer. “I can’t wait to plan more cute dates like this,” you say, popping a grape into your mouth. “Maybe we could go hiking, or have a movie night under the stars.”

Anton’s expression falters for a moment, and you notice the brief flicker of worry in his eyes. “What’s wrong?” you ask, your voice tinged with concern.

He sighs, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I’m going on tour for most of the summer,” he admits. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

Your heart sinks at his words, and you feel a lump form in your throat. “Oh,” you say softly, looking down at the half-eaten strawberry in your hand. “I didn’t realize it was going to be that long.”

He reaches out, gently lifting your chin so you meet his gaze. “Hey, don’t be upset,” he says, his voice soothing. “I promise I’ll always make time for you. We’ll have video calls, and I’ll send you pictures from every city. It’ll be like you’re with me.”

You nod, blinking back the tears that threaten to spill over. “I know. I’m just going to miss you, that’s all.”

“I’ll miss you too,” he says, pulling you into a tight hug. “But think of all the stories we’ll have to share when I get back. And in the meantime, we’ll make the most of every moment we have together.”

You smile against his shoulder, feeling a sense of comfort in his words. “Okay,” you say, pulling back slightly to look at him. “But you better not forget to call me every day.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he promises, kissing your forehead. “Now, let’s enjoy this picnic. We’ve got the whole day ahead of us.”

You lie back on the blanket with Anton, his arm wrapped securely around you as you both gaze up at the sky. The clouds drift lazily, forming and reforming into various shapes. You reach into the basket, pulling out a handful of cherries, and begin to feed them to Anton one by one.

“Look at that one,” you say, pointing to a fluffy cloud above. “It looks like a bunny.”

Anton chuckles, chewing thoughtfully on a cherry. “I see it! And that one over there looks like a dinosaur.”

You squint, trying to see the dinosaur shape he’s pointing out. “Hmm, more like a lopsided giraffe, if you ask me.”

He laughs, the sound warm and familiar. “You’re blind.”

You smile, feeling completely at ease in his arms. You pop another cherry into his mouth, then take one for yourself. As you’re about to eat it, you notice Anton looking at you intently.

“What?” you ask, the cherry hovering just before your lips. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

He doesn’t respond immediately, just smiles softly. Then, he leans in and pecks your lips, his kiss sweet and tender.

“You’re just so beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips. “I can’t help it.”

A blush creeps up your cheeks, and you feel a rush of affection for him. “You’re pretty amazing yourself,” you whisper back, feeling the cherry's sweetness mixing with the warmth of his kiss.

He pulls you closer, his arm tightening around you. “I could stay like this forever,” he says, his voice filled with contentment.

You snuggle into his side, feeling the same. “Me too. Let’s not think about anything else, just this moment.”

As you both continue to point out silly shapes in the clouds, the world around you seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you in your perfect little bubble.

You turn your gaze back to Anton, meeting his eyes. There's a moment of shared understanding, a deep connection that doesn't need words. He leans in again, this time more slowly, giving you the chance to close the distance. His lips capture yours in a kiss that's both gentle and insistent, drawing you into him. You can taste the cherries, their sweetness mingling with the warmth of his breath. The world seems to melt away as you focus on the sensation of his lips moving against yours, his hand gently cradling the back of your head.

When you finally pull away, you’re both breathless, your foreheads resting against each other. “Wow,” you whisper, a shy smile tugging at your lips.

“Wow,” he echoes, his eyes sparkling. He kisses your forehead, then turns his attention to the people around you. “Look at that,” he says, pointing to a little girl wobbling on her bike while her dad steadies her. The mom stands a few feet away, recording the whole scene on her phone.

You watch the family, a warm feeling blooming in your chest. “It’s so sweet,” you say softly. “She’s doing so well.”

Anton nods, a soft smile playing on his lips. “I can’t wait to start a family with you one day,” he says, his voice full of quiet conviction.

Your heart skips a beat, and you turn to look at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. “I feel the same way,” you say, squeezing his hand. “I can’t wait to share all of that with you.”

As you both get lost in thoughts of the future, a small figure approaches. A little boy, no older than five, stands before you, tears streaming down his cheeks. “I can’t find my mommy,” he sobs, clutching a small toy in his hand. “I was playing hide and seek with my sister, and now I’m lost.”

Your heart goes out to the boy, and you immediately reach out to him. “Hey there, it’s okay,” you say softly, lifting him into your arms. “We’ll help you find your mommy. What’s your name?”

“Ethan,” he sniffles, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.

“Hi, Ethan. I’m ____, and this is Anton,” you introduce, giving him a reassuring smile. “We’re going to find your mom, okay?”

Anton stands and takes your hand, the three of you forming a little chain. As you walk through the park, you can’t help but feel a pang of something as you hold the boy on your hip, Anton’s hand warm and steady in yours. For a moment, you almost feel like a family, but neither of you says it out loud.

It doesn’t take long to spot a frantic woman scanning the park, her eyes wide with worry. “Ethan!” she cries out as soon as she sees him, rushing over.

“Mommy!” Ethan wiggles out of your arms and runs to her, burying his face in her neck.

The relief on her face is palpable as she hugs him tightly. “Thank you so much,” she says to you and Anton, her voice shaking. “I turned around for one second, and he was gone.”

“It’s no problem,” Anton replies, his tone gentle. “We’re just glad he’s safe.”

As you watch Ethan and his mom walk away, Anton turns to you, his expression thoughtful. “You were great with him,” he says softly. “I think you’re going to be an amazing mom one day.”

Your heart swells at his words, and you smile up at him. “And you’re going to be an incredible dad,” you reply. “How many kids do you think we should have?”

Anton laughs, pulling you back down onto the blanket. “I don’t know, three or four maybe? Enough to keep things interesting.”

You laugh along with him, resting your head on his shoulder. “I like the sound of that. I always imagined having a big family.”

He presses a kiss to your temple. “Me too. I can’t wait to make all those memories with you.”

Just as you lean in to kiss him again, a soccer ball rolls to a stop in front of your blanket. You both look up to find the boys approaching. All six of them. You make eye contact with Seunghan who's smirking, leaving you to believe the ball belongs to him.

Anton groans as he recognizes the culprit. “Oh no,” he mutters, burying his face in your neck, his ears turning red out of embarrassment.

Seunghan arrives first, grinning broadly. “Well, well, what do we have here?” he teases. “Our baby is all grown up and on a romantic picnic. How adorable.”

Before you know it, the rest of the group—Sohee, Wonbin, Eunseok, Sungchan, and Shotaro—are descending upon your blanket, each with varying degrees of amused grins.

“Look at him, all lovey-dovey,” Sohee says, making exaggerated kissy sounds.

Anton groans louder, his face buried deeper in your neck. “Can you guys just go away?” he mutters, trying to sound stern but failing miserably.

“Not a chance,” Eunseok laughs, grabbing a handful of your snacks. “These are ours now.”

Anton shoves Eunseok’s hand away. “Hyung! I bought those for ____, not for you.”

Wonbin plops down on the blanket, making himself comfortable. “Aww, how sweet,” he mocks. “Protecting her snacks. What a gentleman.”

You can't help but laugh at the antics, even though you feel a little sorry for Anton. “It’s fine,” you say, patting Anton’s back. “They can stay.”

Anton lifts his head, his face flushed. “But this was supposed to be our time,” he protests, though there’s no real heat in his words.

“Come on, Anton,” Sungchan says, nudging him. “We’ll be good. Promise.”

“Yeah, we won’t bite,” Shotaro adds with a grin.

Anton sighs, clearly resigned. “Fine, but if you touch the strawberries, you’re dead to me.”

The group laughs and settles down, making themselves at home on your blanket. They start chatting and joking, making the atmosphere lively and fun. Despite the intrusion, you find yourself enjoying their company. They tease Anton mercilessly, but it's all in good fun, and you can see how much they care about him.

“So,” Seunghan says, turning to you. “How are things with this guy?”

You smile, squeezing Anton’s hand. “He’s perfect,” you say simply.

“Aww,” Sungchan coos, making more kissy sounds before scowling. “Look at them, so in love. Makes me sick.”

Anton rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling too. “Yeah, yeah, keep it up, guys. See if I invite you to our wedding.”

The group erupts into laughter, and Anton pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Sorry about them,” he murmurs. “They’re like this all the time.”

You smile, leaning into him. “It’s okay. I like seeing this side of you.”

The teasing continues, but eventually, the conversation shifts to more casual topics. You find yourself talking about your summer plans, their upcoming tour, and reminiscing about past adventures. It’s clear how close they all are, and you feel a warm sense of belonging just being around them.

After a while, Shotaro stands up, stretching. “Alright, lovebirds, we’ll leave you to your date. We’ve got a game to finish.”

The others groan but follow his lead, slowly getting up and saying their goodbyes. “See you later, Anton,” Sohee says with a wink. “Take good care of ____.”

“I always do,” Anton replies, his eyes soft as he looks at you.

Once they’re gone, you and Anton lie back down on the blanket, the park seeming much quieter without the boisterous presence of his bandmates. “Well, that was something,” you say with a laugh.

Anton sighs in relief. “Finally, some peace and quiet.”

You cuddle closer to him, your head resting on his chest. “You know, they’re really great. I can see why you love them.”

“They’re a handful,” he admits, “but yeah, they’re great. It’s just... sometimes I want to keep things just between us.”

“I get that,” you say, tilting your head to look up at him. “But they’re part of who you are, and I love every part of you.”

He smiles down at you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I love you,” he says softly, his eyes full of emotion.

“I love you too,” you reply, feeling the sincerity of those words deep in your heart.

You both lie there, content in each other’s arms. 

After a few moments, you sit up, looking around at the park. “You know what? I kind of miss their presence. How about we join them and play a bit of soccer?”

Anton smiles, appreciating your positive attitude. “Are you sure? I don’t mind just laying here with you.”

You hum, “I’m sure. It’ll be fun, let’s do it.”

You both get up and make your way over to where the guys are kicking the ball around. When they see you approaching, they cheer.

“Look who decided to join us!” Sungchan calls out.

“Ready to get your butt kicked, Anton?” Wonbin taunts, laughing.

Anton smirks, grabbing the ball. “We’ll see about that. ____ and I are a team. You guys don’t stand a chance.”

The impromptu soccer match is filled with laughter, playful banter, and a few competitive moments. You find yourself having a great time, running around and kicking the ball with Anton and his friends. Despite their teasing, you can see how much they respect and care for each other.

As the game winds down, you all collapse onto the grass, breathless and happy. Anton lies beside you, his hand finding yours. “Thanks for going along with this,” he says softly. “I know it wasn’t what we planned.”

You squeeze his hand, smiling up at him. “It’s perfect. I love seeing this side of you, and I love spending time with you and your friends.”

He leans in and kisses you, a sweet, lingering kiss that makes your heart flutter. When you pull away, you see the warmth and gratitude in his eyes. “I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too,” you reply, feeling the sincerity of those words deep in your heart.

As you all lie there on the grass, chatting and laughing, you realize that these are the moments that make life special—the unexpected, the unplanned, the times spent with the people you love. You wouldn’t trade these memories for anything.

[wolfpackenthusiast]

Interruptions

Pairing: Seth clearwater x imprint!reader

Summary: You and seth have a picnic date planned, but you guys were interrupted every time you got too close.

Warnings: not proofread

A/N: Seth is literally my baby i love him so much he’s so precious

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You got to the park you and Seth are supposed to meet at, he was apparently already at the park “setting things up” so you had to go on your own, you thanked the driver and shut the door, trying to spot Seth anywhere.

“He shouldn’t be too far, the parks pretty small anyway,” you thought, walking along the grass, making sure you watched your step in case of uneven ground.

After a few minutes of walking, you spot him, quickening your pace. “Seth!” You shout, getting his attention.

“Oh, Y/n!” He says, meeting you halfway and grabbing your hand gently, your fingers intertwining with his, “c’mon! Everything’s ready!” He said, excitement in his tone. The day you met was at a bonfire, and he had imprinted on you, this would be your first official date.

He sat you down on a soft, fluffy blanket, with a picnic basket right next to you, filled to the drin with food. “Woah, did you make the food?” You asked, amazed.

“Sorta, Emily helped me out.” He said, opening the basket and pulling out some pb&j sandwiches, handing one to you before taking a bite of his own sandwich.

You took a bite into the sandwich, let out a hum of satisfaction. “Wow, these’re really good! Remind me to make sure you or Emily make my Pb&j sandwiches from now on.” You praised, taking another bite as Seth smiled. “I’m really glad you like them, Y/n!” He said, eating his own sandwich. “This is going great so far!” He thought.

As you two ate, he scooted closer to you, your knees touching one another, you glanced at him, noticing the closeness, and you two locked eyes, feeling a spark once again, you both giggled.

Without realizing it, you two had gotten a lot closer, inches turning into centimeters as your faces got close together, but before you could close the distance completely, someone yelled.

“Watch out!!” It was.. Quil?! What was he doing here?? There was a soccer ball coming right at you two, before you could do anything, Seth pulled you down with him to avoid it, he looked back up at Quil.

“Well.. there goes our little moment..” you thought, a bit disappointed due to the fact you guys were interrupted. Instead of complaining, you didn’t mind it, there’ll be other chances.

As you and Seth’s little picnic continued, you two had gotten close once again. Seth grabbed your hand gently, pulling you closer.

“We hot interrupted last time, but i’m not gonna let that happen again..” he whispered, only you can hear it as he leaned in.

Though, there was a sudden noise from beside you, “RAAAHHHHH!!” It scared the living crap out of both you and Seth! You, let out a little squeak, your grip on Seth’s hand tightening as he looked up to see what the sound was.

It was Quil once again, laughing historically. “Do you think we’ll let you guys kiss? Not on my watch.” Quil said, hands across his shirt-covered chest.

“Wait, who’s we?” You asked. A bush ruffled nearby, you and Seth turned your heads to see Leah and Jacob. Jacob had been like a big brother to you, so obviously he was here.

“Leah!” Seth said

“I’m not gonna let my little brother kiss someone so soon,” she said, being cautious, you and Leah were pretty good friends, but her actions are understandable.

“Leah, i’m old enough, i can kiss someone now,, you know..” he mumbled stubbornly, you giggled, he’s so cute to you.

You glanced at Jacob, “jus’ making sure you guys don’t go too far.” He said, catching you off guard. “Jake! That’s nasty!” You said, feigning offense at his accusation, you’re not THAT dirty!

“Whatever you say, Y/n/n.” He said.

“fine, no kissing, just let us enjoy our… hangout.” Seth said, hesitant to say “date,” considering how Leah is.

After a bit of convincing, they agreed to leave us be, and the rest of the date went perfect, you and Seth had fun, talked, laughed and everything.

Once it was time to head out, he agreed to walk you off home. You walked and talking the whole way, and once you were there, you told him goodbye.

But before you went inside, he grabbed your hand and pulled you in for a kiss.

It wasn’t long, you both pulled back not even 10 seconds later. “Quil! You weren’t fast enough!” Leah scolded, looking behind Seth was Leah, Jacob and Quil, who was holding a football. “Sorry, sorry!” Quil said, and you giggled before hugging Seth goodbye and going inside.

What an odd date today.

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Word count: 774

[pearlywritings]

Of stained glass hair and flower hands

synopsis: just a small date of an architect husband and a painter wife.

prompt: 7, 25

requested by: @7urriya

pairing: Kaveh x fem!reader

tw: fluff, established relationship, reader is a painter

word count: 1k+ words in total

a/n: this was my last request for the last year's Token of appreciation writing event and I completely missed the fact I didn't publish it (I should really check my inbox more often to be reminded of stuff). I am so sorry for the wait, my lovely @/7urriya and I hope you'll still find it enjoyable even a year later.

What were the odds, huh? An architect married to a painter, an artistic duo brought together by the gods above. A mess of blueprints and canvas, ink and paint splotches, mugs of finished coffee piled up on the table and another glass of any beverage ruined by an accident brush toss is working wonderfully. A mess that exists among you freely and doesn’t ruin your couple's life and its equilibrium.

Yes, a passionate individual paired with another possessor of strong beliefs doesn’t seem like a good idea, assumed to end up in a big fight and a heartbreak. But, to the surprise of your mutual friends, everything worked out smoothly. Yes, you bicker, but are quick to remember how Alhaitham once called you an ‘old grumbling couple’ and it stuck to the point of ending all the rising arguments with laughter over imagining how grouchy and wrinkly you’ll become in 40 years and suggestion to go out and cool off. 

But you also love to go out just for the sake of going out. Sometimes it’s the case of seeking inspiration, other times it’s to get out of the four walls and revel in the beauty of the world around you.

Or, like today, it’s both.

Originally it was a planned picnic date - with finding free spaces in your schedules, going to the market the evening before, cooking the following morning and all that ‘planning’ stuff. And when you grabbed your portable painting kit with all the necessary tools at the last minute just as you were leaving the house, Kaveh wasn’t surprised and only smiled warmly.

Vissudha Field is a marvelous place; it has the most breath-taking view of the Sumeru City and should you only turn your head - the other magnificent areas of the Dendro region. The perfect spot for an artistic date.

Climbing to the highest of the grass-covered hill, Kaveh puts the basket down, which you quickly follow by lowering your own make-shift ‘bag’. Soon the opposite ends of a big patchwork blanket are in his and your hands and you shake it in the air a couple of times to slowly lower it in a straight manner. 

Your husband lets out a joyous laugh as you flop onto your back with arms spread wide and a grinning face exposed to the sunrays. You giggle, when he playfully boops your nose, and wrinkle it, blindly reaching up to try and locate him with your hands. But his slight dodging and your squeezed shut eyes do little to help.

“Come ooon, Kaveh, let me touch you,” you softly whine, not quitting your attempts to catch at least the fluttering ties of his today’s choice of shirt.

“I’m right here, love,” his voice sounds like he is leaning from the left and you redirect your grabby hands there, only to miss him again. “If you just opened your beautiful eyes for me.”

“But that’s no fun,” you huff, yet already bring an arm to shield your eyesight from the brightness of the sun. However, a shadow appears, casting itself upon you, and you dare to open one eye. There he is - standing above you, bent in his waist, with hands planted on his hips and hair cascading down, framing his face like the finest silk curtains. The most captivating part? Pink padparadscha eyes gazing at you with unspoken adoration.

You can’t stop the beaming smile that is spreading across your face.

“Well, well… you shouldn’t stay like that, a thousand steps away from me,” you reach your arms upwards again, tips of the fingers barely touching the apples of his cheeks. “Stay close to me, alright?”

Your husband immediately mirrors your smile and leans even closer so your palms properly cup his face. Slowly lowering his body, Kaveh eventually ends up kneeling above you, your lips inches away and noses almost touching chins. And then he angles his head and you eagerly let him press his mouth to yours.

When an hour later, having eaten and shared a lovely conversation, you fall into comfortable silence, Kaveh decides to lounge on his side with a hand supporting his head. Occasionally he steals glances at you immersed in your painting - canvas propped against your crossed feet, held firmly by the upper edge, and a brush securely yet effortlessly rested between your lovely fingers. Fingers of the no less lovely hands, already dirtied by the paint, but to the man next to you those are not imperfections, but the little unchangeable details that make you - you.

“Your hands are like flowers, blooming with all kinds of vibrant colors,” he suddenly says, breaking your focus and making you turn to him with a questioning look. A lock of hair escapes with the movement, gently falling on your face, shimmering like a temple's stained glass windows.

Oh, how he’d love to design and build a temple with an image of you in mind.

“Sun plays with your hair like it’s the colorful pieces of glass mosaic…” he goes on, completely enthralled with you, with unkempt hair and paint spots dry and cracked on your skin. You are beautiful. You are his wonder. You are his.

The tenderness with which he is looking at you makes your cheeks flare and eyes avert, now more interested in a ladybug walking across the blanket. And yet, the absolutely happy smile betrays your sheepish state.

“Saying my hair looks like glass, and my hands are flowers…” you chuckle, shaking your head and putting your tools aside, “how romantic you are. Or are they just words from the book?”

This time he is the one reaching his hands to you, sitting up to face you. Knees bumping, fingers intertwining and foreheads pressing together, the position is awkward, but at the same time oh so perfect.

“I don’t think there is a book with words grand enough to describe the very depth of my feelings for you,” he murmurs, thumb skimming over the paint-covered skin of your hand. “Only if I were to write them down.”

“Changing careers, huh?” You can’t help but tease, gazing into his eyes with mirth. He lifts an eyebrow.

“For you? I could.”

“No need. I already love my architect husband more than I could ever do the writer one.”

“How reassuring, coming from my painter wife.”

As you both erupt in a fit of almost teenage-sounding giggles, Kaveh can’t help but think that even if the odds were against him, he’d still choose you, no matter what others believed.

[seeingivy]

picnic

sukuna x f!reader

**part of my best friend's older brother fic

previous part linked here

(^^make sure you check since this was a double upload and I posted the last one very recently :D)

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dear head of the cullen clan,  keep evening plans open – im getting off work early and we’re going on a picnic.  coldest regards,  the head of the volturi  (ps. am expecting a very wholehearted appreciation for the fact that it’s coldest regards and not warmest regards, because they are, in fact, vampires and therefore cold. because they don’t have a heart and such.)  (extra ps. this is a link to a shared spotify playlist. i’ll add a song and then you add one. we’ll keep it going.) 

you snort. 

dear aro of the volturi (does he have a last name???),  so much to unpack in one email, yet again. you really know how to keep a girl on her toes.  first and foremost, you are SOOOO ran through. so offended that i wasn’t the person who got to put you on to twilight and whoever it was, I HOEP SHE DIES! if you’re team jacob, you’re a freak.  second, SO VERY FLATTERED that you think i would be carlisle. a little haunting that you think YOU would be aro…but it’s ok cuz former companions to enemies back to lovers in our case would be kind of crazy???  third. done and done. i just added a song so hurry up bc i have like ten other songs i want to add and i am #impatient  see u after work pookie :D,  carlisle cullen  (very appreciative of the cold regards. you are a king among men.) 

his response back is very prompt. 

Never call me pookie again.  (very offended that you think i’d be stupid enough to be team jacob. and direct your murderous rage towards yuuji and my mom, who forced me to watch it in theaters with them.) 

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you wait for sukuna at the park two blocks down the apartment complex. the sun is hours away from dipping into the horizon, the chilly wind rustling through the trees. you realize now that the red skirt and white sweater might betray you in a few hours but decide that you’ll simply have to steal his jacket when he gets here. 

and you would have already but he’s twenty minutes late.

and while this part of the city is extremely safe, sukuna’s ever constant fear of people attacking you on subway trains and stabbing you in alleyways has instilled an acute fear of strangers in you, which is why you’re gripping the sparkly pink pepper spray he bought you very harshly in your palm right now. 

you think it’s sweet that he bought you a pink one. 

but of course it’s severely ironic that you almost used it on him. 

because he scares the living daylights out of you, by placing his hand around your shoulder from behind. 

“hey. i’m sorry i-” 

“jesus fuck-” 

you instinctively hold the pepper spray up to his face, your hands shaking in front of you. 

“i’ll use it, you pervert!” 

sukuna leans his head to the side, which is when you’re finally able to log that it’s actually him standing in front of you and not a stranger, and you drop your hands in embarrassment. 

“i mean, i’d really appreciate it if you wouldn’t doll face but–” 

“oh my god, sukuna. i thought you were trying to rob me!” 

“i’m smarter than that. the only thing inside your purse is lip gloss, which has very little value to me.” sukuna responds, dropping the little basket at his feet and taking the little stalk of flowers out of the top handle. 

“i’ll have you know that it’s actually sold out in every store right now. so you could make bank if you sold it.” 

“don’t tempt me. and for your sake, i’ll accept the apology you didn’t give me for just trying to rob me of my eyesight and for calling me a pervert? i’m getting really tired of the age gap jokes, y/n.” sukuna responds, as he lifts your hands at your sides and places the stalk of flowers in your hand. 

you give him a big smile as you press your nose to the flowers, the scent fresh in your nose. and sukuna props down, setting a billowing white blanket on the ground before he taps the spot next to him and signals for you to sit next to him. 

“who needs eyes?” you joke, as you squeeze his hands and set the flowers down next to the little basket. 

“me, dipshit. how else am i supposed to look at you?” 

you cover your hands with your cheeks as you watch him place all of the little things inside the basket next to you, laying them out perfectly. it’s albeit a weird assortment – two wine glasses, perfectly wrapped sandwiches, a mini-cake, and strawberry lemonade. 

“well, stop perceiving me. this is so weird!” you murmur. 

it’s enough to catch his attention and stop him in his tracks. 

“what?” 

the question makes you pause. and a little embarrassed. it was a little harsh to say while you were joking.

“oh, i mean…i didn’t mean it like that! i was making a joke about perceiving because eyes…vision…and i almost took your vision away! and you perceive with your eyes, because how else would you see…” 

sukuna smiles, before shaking his head, and continuing spilling out the last of the contents – a set of gouache paints and two little small canvases. and he drops to his feet, yanking his shoes off, before sitting flat on the blanket and gesturing for you to join him. 

“there’s no way in hell that was what you meant. but we’ll ignore that for the time being.” sukuna responds, hiking his legs to his chest and gesturing towards the spread he just put out. 

you tilt your head to the side in confusion. 

“you look very pretty today.” sukuna responds. 

“thanks! you too!” 

he narrows his eyes. 

“uh huh. well, pick what we do first. the paint, the sandwiches, or the weird wine glass cake.” 

“the wine glass cake? like from tiktok?” you ask. 

“correct. i’m really bad at…cute dates. so…i did some research.” 

sukuna refuses to look at you. because after admitting it, he’s suddenly busied himself with reading the back of the box of paints, like it’s the most riveting, intriguing thing he’s ever read in his life. 

but the pink flush that’s creeping down his neck betrays him entirely, as you reach forward and push the little box down. and sukuna’s already glaring at you. 

you place your chin on the top of his knees, reaching for one of his hands and smiling. 

“you did research for a date?” 

“you can choke on your spit.” 

you grin. 

“you really know how to turn a girl on.” 

“you’re filthy.” 

you grin. 

“and you’re actually so precious, i–” 

“don’t call me precious, y/n.” he whines, as he reaches forward to flick on your forehead. 

you smile as you sit by his side, tucking the folds of your skirt under your leg as you reach for both of the wine glasses and hand him one. 

“so how humbling was it to have satoru explain all this to you?” you ask. 

he sneers. 

“don’t even ask. he’s like the biggest nuisance i’ve ever met in my life. top ten worst moments of my life.” sukuna responds. 

“i’m flattered you humbled yourself to him for me.” 

“i actually asked suguru. they’re like…two peas in a pod, they can’t do shit without each other. the paints and stuff they gave me and the nice basket too.” 

“that’s sweet of them. remind me to send them something later to thank them.” 

sukuna scoffs. 

“no need. they were more than happy to give it up for you.” 

“ah yes. i hear they’re big fans of this camping bag story. the scouts honor and the fake story we had to tell them makes a lot more sense now.” you respond. 

sukuna rolls his eyes. 

“okay, you know what? sue me. i was like sixteen sleeping next to a girl for the first time. god forbid i enjoyed myself. and i don’t know why they’re all so hyperfixated on that story because it was a very normal thing to assume when you’re asked that question.”  

you snort. 

“and you say you’re not a pervert…” 

sukuna leans forward, his eyes flitting down to his lips before he looks back up at you. and he can tell that you’re in a mood, that you’re trying to push his buttons by annoying him. 

“you know i despise you right?” he whispers. 

you grin, leaning in. 

“is that right?” you whisper back. 

“oh yeah. you irritate me.” 

there isn’t even a shred of earnestness in the words he’s uttering. you know he doesn’t mean them.��

“keep going.” you respond, as he presses a warm kiss to the side of your cheek. 

“you’re a nuisance.” – a kiss to your forehead. 

“an irritation.” – a kiss to the tip of your nose. 

“like a fucking thorn in my side.” – and a kiss to the sweet spot right in your neck and his hand snaking up your thigh, which makes you nearly keel your head back from the sensation. 

you place your hands on his cheek and pull him back, face flushed and his eyes nearly glazed over. 

“are you crazy?” you whisper. 

“what?” he asks. 

“we’re in public, dumbass. you can’t just start trying to rile me up.” 

sukuna leans back, obliging. 

“so you admit it? i was riling you up?” 

“oh, shut up.” 

you reach for the sandwiches and unpeel one for sukuna. before he takes it, he places a tiny white box in your lap. 

you frown. first the fancy date but the jewelry too? 

“sukuna. you didn’t–” 

“just open it. i’m impatient and i’ve been waiting all day. and i actually think you’ll like it. otherwise, you’re ungrateful and rude and you hate me.” sukuna responds. 

you give him a tight lipped smile before you open the little box and actually smile. 

it’s a dainty silver chain – the exact same as sukuna’s from the chain-links, but the build is a little thinner. and right at the center, a little charm of a star. 

you reach forward for his chain, dangling around his collarbone. and surely enough, in addition to the original charm he had of an interlocked circle, there’s a star charm added right next to it. 

“you always reach for it. when you’re talking or when we’re kissing. figured i’d get you your own since you’re such a big fan.” 

“you are so…” 

“perfect? sexy? the father of your children?” 

“i was thinking adorable. can i answer d for all of the above?” you respond. 

sukuna grins. 

“survey says yes, princess.” he responds. 

you yank the chain from the little box and hand it to him, before turning around for him to secure it on you. his fingers tickle against the nape of your neck, accompanied by a warm kiss, before he taps your shoulders to signify that he’s done. 

“you know. you really are perceiving me right now.” you respond. 

“and how’s that?” 

“i know you’re obsessed with me and pay attention to every word i say.” 

sukuna smiles. 

“obviously.” 

you jab at his side. 

“i mean, i know you’re doing this because i mentioned picnics yesterday and always feeling left out. sure you could put two and two together that he never really bought me any nice gifts or anything when i said he ruined my birthday.” 

“okay, captain obvious. and?” 

you shove him once more, before leaning your head against his shoulder. 

“well, i appreciate it. i know the whole…cutesy painting date isn’t your thing. we won’t have to do it again. and that you…you’re trying to make this whole thing special for me.” 

sukuna scoffs. 

“i’m offended. first and foremost, i always like to eat with you. every time i think that there’s no way you can amaze me more, you find another way to spill food on your clothes.” 

“hey! that’s not true.” 

“you already spilled on the blanket. second, this is a very violent way to eat cake. you literally mess up all the layers by doing that and destroy the piping on the cake which i can admit, i am a fan of. and third, i’m going to paint us as worms, which seems enjoyable to me.” 

you curl your nose. 

“worms?” 

“yeah. what were you going to paint?” 

“i don’t know. but it certainly wasn’t going to be worms. like the park or flowers or something.” 

“boring. i’m going to paint us as slimy worms. and because we made it on this date, you’ll have to agree to put it up in the apartment, even if it’s ugly.” 

“sukuna.” you whine. 

“especially if it’s ugly. it’s a testament to our love.” he responds, dramatically placing his hands on  his chest. 

“you know, you’re so right. worms have been a really defining feature of your relationship.” 

sukuna leans forward and presses a quick kiss to your lips and an additional one on your cheek. 

“you just get me, princess!” 

and he breaks the little joke by lifting one of your hands to his lips, and pressing a kiss on all four of your knuckles before pressing your hand to his cheek. 

“and i have to do special things for a special person.” 

you return the gesture, lifting his tattooed fingers to your lips and doing the same. 

“you know…you’re really good at this type of thing.” you murmur. 

“what do you mean?” 

“i mean, being a boyfriend. and…and being supportive about everything. sometimes i feel like i’m trying really hard to be the best but…just comes naturally to you.” you respond. 

sukuna shrugs. 

“don’t know if i’m perfect but…loving you has always come really easy to me. i don’t really have to think twice about it because these are actually just things i want to do for you.” 

you groan. 

“see! that’s what i’m saying! you always just…say sweet things, do sweet things. sometimes i’m convinced i’m not even half deserving of it, just because sometimes i don’t reciprocate that back.” you respond. 

sukuna leans forward. 

“you know, you actually do though.” 

“as if.” you groan. 

sukuna pauses, before leaning his cheek against the tops of his knees and looking out at the expanse of grass in front of you. you follow his line of vision – to the dog running in the distance, the wide, billowing trees, and the little flower truck on the side – which you now realize is where sukuna copped the flowers from earlier. 

“i mean, this type of thing. that we have, or…or the way i act around you. it means a lot to you because, you…you’ve never had this before. right?” 

“yeah.” 

“well, i haven’t had you before. i know you see me as perfect, but…but when you say that i can tell that you don’t mean it the way my mom or…or yuuji think that i’m perfect. in the untouchable way.” 

you lean forward, cupping the side of his face. 

“sukuna. you’re so touchable.” you joke. 

“you’re disgusting.” 

“you love it.” 

sukuna smiles. 

“yeah, i really do. it does actually mean the world to me that you think i’m perfect how i am and don’t think i’m larger than life.” 

“if anything, your ego could be smaller.” 

sukuna leans forward and presses a kiss to your cheek. 

“and…and even the other day. i know you were acting squirrely and weird when yuuji was near us and heard us bickering, but i was half convinced that you were going to take his side at the end, when he started saying that stuff about me. because it is true and i have acted a certain way in the past…and, you would have every right to agree with him if you wanted to.” 

you frown. 

“no, i wouldn’t. you’ve never treated me like that and i know you’re being earnest when you say these things to me. this would be a very elaborate way to get into my pants if that was what you were trying to do. and i know it’s not.” 

sukuna smiles. 

“that’s what i’m saying. every other person for me has never given me that benefit of the doubt, but you always do. you were the person who thought to tell me that my grandpa died when you all came to get me and you were the one who wasn’t mad at me. the things you do for me are the same, in equal magnitude, as what i do for you. if this makes you feel good, or…or on top of the world, you have to know that’s how you make me feel too. i’m half convinced that you’re basically made for me at this point the way you get everything right on point.” 

you lean forward and press a lingering kiss to his lips. 

“i really think you’re made for me too, ryomen.” 

sukuna groans, dramatically leaning his head back, before nearly pushing you over and peppering kisses to almost every surface on your face. 

“quit fucking saying my name. you have no idea what that does to me.” 

“i mean, i think i have an idea.” 

sukuna clamps his fingers over your mouth, before pressing a few more lingering kisses to your face and pushing off. and subsequently, picks all of the grass out of your hair as you roll your eyes. 

and after that sukuna, admittedly, very aggressively uses the wine glasses to portion off little slices of the cake and makes it a point to finish off yours when you can’t stomach the sweetness. and true to his promise – sukuna paints the two of you as worms, but at the park, stargazing. 

it’s a little silly, the way he paints it. you were expecting it to be more gory or gross, but it’s so corny that it makes you smile. because he draws the two little worms, but distinguishes between the two of you, by swiping some of your pink paint and adding a little ribbon to the one that’s supposed to be you. 

sukuna explains the stars. because before sukuna had dragged you out of that shitty bathroom bar, it’s what megumi and yuuji said in his drunken mess – he had pointed at two little stars and likened them to him and megumi.

and you’re almost positive that at the time, sukuna found it utterly ridiculous. but now, he understood it – the sentiment. that you and sukuna were two little worms, and two stars, and two little flowers too. 

and to his promise, the two of you decide to place the little canvases you drew at the end of the kitchen counter. 

it’s only then that you realize that you have to go the whole ten miles for sukuna the way he had done for you – countless times again. and that if you were going in blind in trying to make something special, you’d have to take a page out of his book and do some research. 

and there was only one person who could really help you, who you’d rather die than humble yourself to than ask for help. 

regardless of that, you still call sammy the next morning.

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next part linked here

an: they're about to do it. anyways....there is a very real playlist to match the one that they talk about in the fic -- and it matches the way it described in the fic! so it's interleaved, the first song is a song that sukuna would have added, the second one that y/n added, the third sukuna, so on and so forth. it's linked here! happy listening babies

second an: thank you for the love on the last chapter. it makes my heart really warm bc all of that was actually based on a REAL MAN and real things that I have felt/have said to me and just having people comment that they felt seen by it or it made them feel a certain type of way actually made me really happy and so warm. this blog was one of the first things I did after I stopped being really, really sad and i'm glad that i'm able to share a little joy here and there, if that's what this fic is for you. anyways this is long and sappy and gross and actually I just love you all for enduring the ouchies and the sillies with me a little bit 💌

third an: double upload bc yall were so patient with me :D

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[vivwritesfics]

Romanced

Reader is best friends with Lando. That was how she met Oscar. Lovely, wonderful Oscar. When he makes it clear he wants to take things further, she doesn't, and she's scared to tell him

Or

Reader is asexual/doesn't like sex. The thought of it is terrifying and she's afraid of telling Oscar that.

This one is really fucking personal to me you guys so I hope you like it 🫶🫶🫶 (short but I'm writing this in the five minutes I have before class)

Warnings: mentions if being forced into sex

"How was the date with Oscar last night?"

Of course Lando was going to ask, he was her best friend. It was his way of looking out for her. But she would have been surprised if he didn't already try to pry all of the tea from Oscars hands.

Not that Oscar would spill, he was respectful like that.

"Lando," she said as she sat down opposite. "Out of all of your teammates, I think he's my favourite."

Lando laughed at that. He smiled with his tongue poking between his teeth. "You got some last night, didn't you?" He asked and she immediately froze up. Of course, Lando didn't read this as anything other than her being bashful about it. So, he continued, "You've got that post nut glow."

"Never ever say that again," she said immediately as she shivered. But then she really thought on his words. If Lando had expected her to sleep with Oscar, what did Oscar think? Was he expecting to be invited back to her bed when he walked her home after dinner?

Lando looked at her, watched the way her demeaner changed. "Either you fucked and it was terrible or you didn't fuck but you wish you did," he said and Y/N smacked his arm. It was a playful smack, but still a smack.

He held up his hands defensively. "I get it, I get it. A lady doesn't kiss and tell."

Kissing. She'd liked kissing Oscar. That was all they did when he came back to her apartment. Maybe him pulling her into his lap was a sign. A sign that he wanted more. Wanted something she couldn't give him.

This was always the aftermath of a date for her. Over thinking everything until she convinced herself she was unlovable, that nobody would ever want her because of her incapabilities.

But she liked Oscar. She really liked him. This couldn't be goodbye, could it?

All of these thoughts and she hadn't even spoken to Oscar yet.

Oscar. He wasn't like her, he wasn't worrying about how the date went because they didn't sleep together. It would have been nice, sure, but it wasn't a necessity.

He had a lovely time with a lovely girl that he couldn't wait to get to know better. He already had their fourth date planned out.

This was the one where he was going to ask her to be his. It was going to happen over the Australian grand prix weekend. He was going to pack a picnic basket and a blanket and take her to a nice secluded area. It would be an afternoon of laying in the sun, enjoying each other.

When he walked into the garage, she was already there with Lando. He let a wide smile takeover his face as he looked at her. God, she really was something. Oscar was kicking himself that he hadn't asked her out the year prior. But he was just a rookie then, he had bigger things to worry about.

She smiled back, but it didn't reach her eyes. Quickly her attention turned away from him, turning to Lando.

That was odd, Oscar thought. But he didn't go over there and challenge her on it. She was probably just tired, they'd stayed up pretty late the night before.

When he got a chance to catch her alone, Oscar grabbed her by her elbow and dragged her into an empty corridor. She didn't protest, she was used to this by now. It was rather endearing.

"Hey," he said, standing over her. He wore that same smile from the morning.

"Hey," she replied, in the same smile that didn't reach her eyes.

Oscar was fiddling with his fingers, clearly nervous. "So," he said as though he was stalling himself. "Date number four." He sucked in a breath, his cheeks pink. "I've got something pretty big planned."

Her anxiety kicked into overdrive. No, no, no. They hadn't had sex on the third date so Oscar was going out of his way to make it happen on the fourth. She couldn't do this. She really couldn't do this.

"Look, Oscar," she interrupted before he could say anything else. "I really like you. I really really like you, but it's not going to work." End it now before he decides he doesn't like what you're all about.

"Oh," Oscar said, the expression dropping from his face. He looked like a kicked puppy that had been left out in the rain. It was heartbreaking.

So, she did what she thought best. She turned around and took off.

***

Lando called her an idiot. Several times over he called her an idiot. Even once she'd explained, he'd called her an idiot.

"You never know, he might have been really understanding," he said as he gripped his hair out of frustration. That was where he was at with her.

"Understanding like the last guy?" She challenged. Lando frowned. He never quite knew what went on between her and her ex, just that he was an asshole. "Lan, I tried explaining it to him, and he made me feel like a freak. Even after all that he still force me into it," she said through a broken sob.

Lando opened his arms and she collapsed into them. "It's okay," he said. "I've got you." His finger was tracing soothing circles up and down her back. "Oscars not like that, I promise," he said, "you at least owe him an explanation."

That she could agree to. She stayed with Lando for just a few more minutes before pushing away from him. He gave her a reassuring, encouraging smile as she left.

Oscars room wasn't very far away from Landos. She knocked on his door and waited patiently for him to answer.

When Oscar opened the door, surprise was painted across his face. "Oh," he said. "For some reason I didn't expect to see you." But that didn't come as a surprise to her.

"Can I come in?" She asked somewhat timidly, and Oscar stepped aside.

His hotel room was a lot tidier than Lando's, who threw his clothes around the moment he took them off. Oscar sat on the bed and patted the space beside him.

Kicking off her shoes she sat and tucked her legs beneath him. "I was speaking to Lando and I realised I owe you an explanation," she said, staring straight forward. "Because, I would have loved to have gone on that fourth date with you, but I was scared," she confessed.

Oscar wanted to ask her, but he sat there, let her speak.

"So, the third date is normally where sex happens, right? At least in all of the movies it's where sex happens. With my ex I don't think we even made it to the third date." She shook her head, dismissing that train of thought. "We didn't have sex on our third date and I was scared that you'd had it planned for the fourth."

She was quiet, waiting for Oscar to say something. "So, you don't want to sleep with me?"

"God, no," she said a little too quickly, not quite realising what she was saying. "I mean, I don't want to sleep with anybody. The thought of it terrifies me and I didn't know how to tell you because I was scared you'd no longer... want... me."

It sounded so stupid once she'd said it, she realised. How could he want her now? After she'd just said that.

But she didn't give him a chance to answer. She was going to say it all first. "But I like being romanced by you," she said. "I like romancing you. I like it when you hold my hand, when we kiss, when you hold my face and everything. I liked it when you pulled me into your lap, but I don't think I could take it further."

She was quiet after that, giving Oscar time to process the information. He took a good minute, trying to sort through it. She had spoken awfully quick.

"So," he finally said after too much silence. "If I told you our fourth date was going to be a picnic in Australia, would you be okay with that?" He asked, his words slow.

The way her eyes lit up, he'd never forget it. "Yes, Oscar, yes!" She cried, throwing her arms around him.

Oscar kissed her head. "I think I'm okay with just romancing you," he said and she could t stop the grin from covering her face. A grin he could look at forever, if he got the chance.

[gorgeous777]

Romantic Maybe?, Neville Longbottom x Fem. Reader

A date gone wrong

A/N: More fluff! This one is kind of shorter than my other works. Sorry guys 😔 @jasperpasta

Enjoy!

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"The weather's been so nice lately" You sigh, slumping against the table you were seated at. Your boyfriend, Neville looked down at you in mild confusion. His brow furrowed slightly, "Is that a bad thing?" You huff at his question, her gaze flickering up to his face. "No, just gonna miss when it goes y'know? I feel like every time the sun comes out I never go feel it" He takes a moment to silently process your words. It had been nice out for the last couple or days. Sunny and warm. It was late Spring too, so the grass was green and comfortable to lay on. He remembered once you mentioned wanting to go on a picnic before. This was the perfect opportunity for him to take you on one!

It'd been a while since your guys' last date. Not to mention he could use this as a double to making one of your wants become a reality. He could try to make it romantic even. At best he felt like a total twat when it came to being romantic. He was awkward and fumbled over himself a lot. But, he did try. He tried hard for you. His attempts were nothing short of sweet. They made you feel special; valued. Which you were so deeply to him. And so, he made his decision: he was going to take you on a picnic. "Neville?" Your voice rang through his ears, drawing him from his thoughts. He hums in response, standing up as he did. Suddenly he just up and left the Great Hall. Which left you confused.

He'd never done that before. Up and leave without any explanation. Nonetheless, you chose not to question it for the time being. He would have a good explanation later. Meanwhile, Neville went off to go formulate his plan. First he'd need a blanket, obviously. Where he'd get one that wasn't off his bed, he didn't know. After a bit of thinking, he concluded he'd ask Hermione for help. So, he went and tracked his friend down. It didn't take very long seeing as she was in her usual spot: the library. Once he had explained what he was trying to do, she more than happily helped out. "Really Neville, this really is sweet of you. Does she know?" He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, "Uhm, no. I'm trying to surprise her. Be romantic, maybe?"

Hermione let out a laugh. "Oh Neville that is! I'm positive she'll positively swoon" After working out a few more things like a basket, food, where to even have the picnic. Though, over the course of the three days it took him to put it all together; you'd noticed a strange behavioral in him. He was more skiddish than usual, in a cute sort of way though. Nonetheless, it sparked some worry within you. Respecting his feelings, you ultimately decide to wait for him to come to you about it. Whatever it was. And he did! Just, not at all what you'd been expecting. "Okay, cover your eyes. Trust me, I promise I won't let you trip" You let out a nervous giggle but did as he asked anyways and covered your eyes with your hands.

His hands gently held your hips as he led your outside of the castle. "Is this what you've been so secretive about the last couple days?" He let out a sound somewhere between a nervous chuckle and a groan. "Maybe? You'll see in a moment" He knew he didn't sound very convincing. In fact he knew that he was being rather obvious. But, point was he was trying. After a bit of walking, he came to a stop and gave your hips a gentle squeeze. "Okay, you can look now" You lowered your hands from your eyes and instantly gasp at the sight in front of you. Though it definitely wasn't perfect, it was cute. And the effort put into shown greatly.

It wasn't perfect like he'd hoped it would turn out. The blanket Neville borrowed from Hermione was laid out, and on it sat enough food for two. The type of Prepackage foods and snack you could buy in Hogesmead. Fizzy pop, crisps, sandwichs and some berries. That kind of stuff. You let out a joyful scream and instantly hug him. "Neville you remembered!" He held you against him and let out a flustered noise when you kissed him. A big smile spread across his face, accompanied by a heavy blush. "I uhm, I tried. It's not-" You cut him off. "No no, it's perfect. I love it. Thank you" He decided against arguing with you and simply nodded in response.

The two of you sit down. "So," You start, but there's a loud crash that startles both of you. Then sudden and heavy downpour. He let out a sharp gasp and you shrieked. Quickly as the two of you could muster, you pick up everything and book it for the castle. By the time you get back inside, the both of you are laughing and soaked go the bone. "Bugger, I'm sorry Y/N" Neville sighed with a furrowed brow. "Whatever for?! That was fun!" Your happy reaction relieved him slightly, but he couldn't help the guilt that ate at him slightly. He bit the inside of his cheek, looking down at you with disappointment. At himself, not you. "I should have asked Professor Trelawney to look into the weather for me, or-"

You again silence him by cupping his face with both hands. "Nev, I promise you that it's okay. I loved the little moment you gave me. The thought was sweet and there. So thank you" A look of surprise fell over him. "You.. You're welcome, Y/N" He mumbled somewhat breathlessly. How you were so kind was beyond him. But, he learned to stop questioning it a long time ago. "And Nev?" He perks up a bit, his hand coming up to hold your wrist. "Yes?"

Without another word, you kiss him.

[neteyamssyulang]

⭒ Tumbled Stones Station ⭒

⭒ Part 1 ⭒

⭒ Pairing: Okul x Fem sarentu reader ⭒

⭒ Part 2 here ⭒

⭒ Summary: The picnic you planned with Okul goes better than expected, till an unexpected visitor shows up.

⭒ Warnings: None really, Mostly kinda fluffy, besides a small make out session, Scenting, Slightly possesive Okul?, Vistor ruining the moment.

⭒ Word count: 1,243 ⭒

⭒ Translation(s): Yavä -> The poisonous fog, Oe tìyawn nga -> I love you, Oe tìyawn nga nìteng, ma narlor 'eve -> I love you too my beautiful girl, the hollows -> Kame’tire clan home.

⭒ A/N: First Okul fic! Our baby needs more love in the fandom🩵 Still working on how I can do a smutty one with them. Also yes I added Anufi having an Ikran in this. And requests are almost finished so I’ll be posting them soon!🥰

⭒ Tagging: @neteyamsyawntu

It was the perfect day for a picnic. Priya had mentioned that on nice sunny days like this, humans sometimes gather a blanket, some food and drinks then go to a nice quiet spot for a picnic with a friend or two.

You didn't want to bring just anyone, no, you wanted Okul to come with you. They needed a break anyway from all the research they've been doing to try and find out a way to get rid of the yavä.

Though you practically had to drag Okul from Siul's workshop, they were pouting the entire time saying they couldn't take a break and needed to get back.

Once on the ikran, Okul went quiet. Their arms wrapped around your waist from behind as their head layed against your back. It was Okul's first time on an ikran, yes they were a bit scared but the views were amazing from up here.

There was a nice spot next to the Tumbled Stones Station, it was a small clearing by the edge of a cliff, overlooking the waterfall.

Your ikran, Zaeli, landed infront of the station letting you and Okul off her then found a nice spot to lay down for the time being.

"This is beautiful y/n" Okul whispered, holding the food in one hand and the blanket in the other."Wait till you see the view" you giggled, leading them to the small clearing.

Okul's eyes widened, never had they seen such beauty before, well besides you of course. It was so peaceful here, no predators ever came around so it was safe aswell.

As Okul admired the view, you began to set up the area, laying down the blanket then taking the food out the basket. There was Sweetened Niktsyey, Cheesy Sähena, Sweet fish pie, and Relun's fruity tea.

You sat down just as Okul walked over, sitting down beside you. "So, this is a picnic?" They asked, tilting their head slightly.

Chuckling softly, you nodded "Yes, do you like it?" Okul nodded smiling "I do, thank you for allowing me to come with you."

"Of course, I knew you would love it up here" you smiled. The two of you then began to eat, Okul went for the cheesy sähena while you went for the sweet fish pie. Ri'nela had basically made everything since you were a terrible cook, but hey you were trying.

The two of you ate in comfortable silence, just listening to the sounds of pandora and the roar of the rushing waterfall that was near. It wasn't until Okul spoke that you noticed they were standing in front of you, their hand held out for you.

Looking up at them finally, you took Okul's hand standing up aswell. They led you little ways over to the cliff, sitting down with their legs dangling over the side. You sat beside them, still holding Okul's hand.

"You know y/n, the view is beautiful yes" they paused, turning their head to face you. As much as you wanted to look at them you couldn't, your face was a deep shade of purple, from your cheeks to the tips of your ears.

Okul sighed, they removed their hand from yours then pulled you onto their lap. One hand went around you to make sure you wouldn't fall while the other was placed on your cheek "But you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

Finally your gaze moved to theirs, looking into Okul's eyes all you could see was the love and adoration they had for you. A small smile tugged at their lips and one of your hairless brow raised "What is that face for?" You asked. They leaned in close, their lips ghosting over your ear."I think I'm falling in love with you."

Your breath caught in your throat, did Okul really just say that? You felt as if you were dreaming at that moment. Okul must've sensed your nervousness as they leaned back "I can assure you, every word I say is the tru-"

"I think I'm already in love with you" you blurted out, cutting them off. Okul chuckled "I know, do not think I have not noticed you eyeing me from across the workshop."

Well shit, did you make it that obvious?. Okul pulled you out your thoughts, leaning in to place a soft kiss against your lips. As they were about to pull away, you pulled Okul back, smashing your lips back against theirs.

Smirking against the kiss, Okul adjusted you so that you were now straddling their lap. Your arms moved to wrap around their neck as Okul's wrapped around you, keeping you as close as possible.

The kiss was impatient and sloppy, making Okul almost forget that you both were still at the cliff. Okul had managed to stand up still holding you, and walked over to the picnic blanket laying you down on it while they hovered above you.

Breaking the kiss for much needed air, Okul trailed kisses down your jaw, to your neck, sucking and nipping at it as your soft moans filled their ears.

Still not feeling like the mark was enough, Okul nuzzled their face against your cheek then into the crook of your neck, trying to scent you as theirs. You didn't mind it though, you wanted people to know you were Okul's and that they were yours.

Now satisfied, Okul trailed kisses back to your lips, capturing them with their own. This kiss was more soft, more loving. "Oe tìyawn nga" you murmured against the kiss.

Okul's tail swayed happily behind them till wrapping itself around your calf,"Oe tìyawn nga nìteng, ma narlor 'eve" they spoke, breaking the kiss to look down at you.

One of their hands moved to cup your cheek, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. Before you could say something more, the sound of an ikran approaching sounded in the air then Anufi's voice shouted "Okul? Y/n? Where are you children?"

Panicking, Okul scrambled to get off you. "Hello?" Anufi shouted again, walking past the station till spotting the both of you. By now, Okul was sat beside you as the two of you were acting like you just finished up eating.

"Ah there you two are!" Anufi smiled "I am sorry if I'm interrupting but Okul needs to start their training if their ever going to take over when I am gone."

You frowned slightly but nodded "No it is ok, we were just finishing up anyway." Okul turned to look at you, giving an 'im sorry' look.

Anufi looked over the both of you till her eyes landed on your neck, "Child, what happened to your neck?" She asked, moving closer to crouch down beside you.

This time it was your turn to panic, "Uh it is nothing, don't worry." Anufi raised a hairless brow at you but nodded, standing back up. "Alright. Come Okul, we must get back to start your training."

Okul sighed standing up, they held out their hand helping you up aswell. Anufi watched as Okul engulfed you in a tight hug before pulling away, she was no fool. She knew what caused the mark on your neck but chose to not act like she did.

You watched as Anufi got back on her ikran with Okul sitting behind her. With one last wave, they took off back to the hollows, soon flying out of view.

[pumpkinbxtch]

“unbearable?” ✿.｡*

— frank zhang x fem!reader

Summary: When Frank confesses his love to you, the reaction he gets from you is not what he expected, as you have always thought that he hated you. warnings: none, just language a/n: welcome to my first frank blurb, he's so fuckn cute. i love him. sorry if it's very weird.

— I like you— As soon as that sentence ended, your ears felt empty and your skin bristled. Your mind started working a thousand times faster, but all you managed was to let out a silly snort.

That was enough for Frank to take two steps back; he wished he could jump to another continent at that very moment, to a place where no one would ever see him again, especially you. All those nights he stayed awake practicing his confession seemed to have been in vain, even the talks with Piper on how to treat you. Everything seemed to have simply gone down the stupid toilet.

Unintentionally, both of you fell into silence. Each had an expression that the other would have mocked if not for the situation. Your tongue failed you, but you began to murmur and shake your head.

— Frank, this is not funny.

The boy opened his eyes and also started shaking his head, totally confused by your accusation. How could you think he was joking about his feelings? But above all, what gnawed at him inside was, what had Frank done to make you think that way? He had no fucking idea.

—Excuse me?— He whimpered. It wasn't his intention, but his heart was breaking, and you were rubbing it in the dust with every expression you made.

It surprised you; after your words, you expected him to give you that strange look and leave in silence with a mocking laugh. Why? Because that was practically what Frank always did.

From your perspective, the son of Mars always seemed tired of you. No matter what you tried, he always brushed you off with strange glances, furrowed brows, and a completely tense body.

Remember that time you bought him a bear-shaped ice pop because it reminded you of him? You recall how happy you were searching for him to give it to him, “he will love it,” you thought, “with this, I can get closer to him,” you believed, but when you could hand him the gift…

“Thank you,” he said, without any damn expression on his face. His shoulders completely stiff and his brow deeply furrowed. He quickly walked away from you after finishing the sentence, and you didn't see him again in the evening.

On that occasion and many more, you had no doubt, Frank couldn't stand you.

And how wrong you were. Frank was just holding back the urge to laugh like an idiot in front of you, to not sweat excessively or make any exaggerated movements that would give away his feelings for you. You misinterpreted everything, while he thought he was being gentle with you and slowly connecting the dots to be more than just your friend.

Frank had the best strategy in mind to win you over, but apparently, of all his plans and strategies, that one had not been successful other than making you think he hated you. Someone bury him alive!

— It's not funny — you repeated, popping your thoughts, and looked around. There were small arrangements in the park, some lights, and a blanket folded over a picnic basket. That made you doubt.

—I'm not joking —he took a step towards you. If you didn't reciprocate, it was fine, he would cry later, but he had to make it clear. He couldn't leave things like that.

— You are — you accused, and he started to despair.

— No! I like you! Isn't it obvious? 

You huffed.

— Well, it's not! You hate me! Wasn't that obvious? 

— No! —He complained exasperatedly.

Both sighed and looked at each other in silence with doubt. You started to tremble, the night was approaching, and the air was getting cold. You just wanted to go back to your cabin, but things weren't getting any better. You wished you could bite your tongue and not have reacted that way. What if Frank was serious, what chances did that leave you? Your stomach began to twist, and you let out a small groan.

— So do you like me? 

Frank's cheeks started to turn pink, and his stuttering made you feel guilty. Damn it, damn it, damn it. What were you missing out on?

— Frank— You called him, and he started stuttering even faster. You feared he might turn into a swarm of bees and run away. — FRANK

The boy felt a drop of sweat running down his back, his breathing quickened. He never thought things would turn out this way. He let out a groan, clenched his hands.

— YES, I LIKE YOU — Pop. And he turned into a bear. Typical.

You opened your eyes wide and let out a laugh, then two, which turned into a fit of laughter. Frank was dying of embarrassment, but he decided to stay in that form. Maybe you would leave, and he could hide for the rest of his life, but you kept laughing.

Things got complicated, turned strange, but you knew you had to talk about it no matter what. How did you feel about Frank? You weren't sure because you never had the chance to define it, but he seemed sweet, very attentive.

Maybe deep down you always wanted his attention, that's why you tried to connect with him so many times.

You inhaled and exhaled, after the last laughs, Frank had sat on his bear's hindquarters, and you sat on the grass. The lights he had apparently set up finally shone in the darkness, resembling fireflies. You looked at him in his brown fur.

— I thought you hated me… — you sighed. — I had no idea, Frank… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you with my reaction.

He let out a growl, you never wished so much to understand bear language. Without hesitation, you stroked his head.

— Frank… — You called him a bit more insistently, and the son of Mars transformed again. His pale face was illuminated by the small lights, shyness still evident in him. Your hand ended up on the boy's forearm, but you didn't remove it. On the contrary, you tightened your grip, catching his attention.

— I was very naive, I thought I was making it clear that I liked you — You let out another giggle and hugged yourself when another gust of wind blew against both of you. Frank didn't hesitate for two seconds and took off his jacket to drape it over your shoulders. You thanked him with a glance, and he smiled.

—That's one of the few smiles you've given me… I always saw you very tense or serious around me. I stopped trying to engage with you…

This caused a pang in Frank's chest, and he gently shook his head.

—I should have tried harder.— It was your turn to shake your head. You wanted to tell him it wasn't his fault or give him encouragement, but you saw a better opportunity.

You walked over to the basket and tightened the jacket around your shoulders to keep it from falling when you picked it up. You lifted it into the air.

— Did you have something planned? — You inquired with a raised eyebrow, making Frank blush. It made a knot form in your stomach, but this time with a better feeling. You weren't blind; you always knew he was terribly handsome.— We can mend this lack of communication. What better way than with something you created? 

Frank nodded and walked towards you. He crouched to pick up the blanket and took the basket from your hands.—Let me do it.

You let him. As he set up the picnic, you felt anxious.

— Frank, I didn't really answer you…— He looked up at you and shrugged it off, but you ignored it. — And I won't until you've set up enough picnics to convince me.

He noticed your smile and the way you swayed as you spoke, with your hair flowing and his jacket covering your body. Damn, Frank would become the best fucking picnic expert if it meant increasing his chances with you.

[bugs013]

“Shut up and kiss me.”

Janis ‘Imi’ike x Fem!Reader

Not my pics/gifs

Warnings- Men. Brief mention of assault, homophobia (if you don’t want to read that part just skip to the end flashback mark!), dyslexic writer lol, i think thats all but correct me if i’m wrong please!

A/N- am i the only one who firmly believes that Janis is a huge softie on the inside? Like in public she plays the big bad bitch but in private she’s an angel, like she’s definitely the type to massage your feet after a long day or switch food with you just because you said hers looks better. Yk what i mean? Anyway I’m completely open to criticism just don’t attack me too hard lol

It all started when Janis helped you get away from one of the creeps at school.

—flashback—

You were just minding your business at your locker when you felt a hand slap your ass, your jaw dropped open and you quickly spun around to see a random guy you didn’t know. You felt so embarrassed and you were speechless, frozen. “Whats up baby girl” he says smugly and you couldn’t do anything but feel disgusted. “Look at you,” He puts an arm around your shoulder. “You’re blushing.” Though your so called blush was from embarrassment and anxiety. You attempted to pull away but he tightened his grip. “So what are you up to tonight princess.” He asks but suddenly a voice responds. “She’ll be with me.” Janis ‘Imi’ike, you didn’t really know her well but you have classes together. “Let her go, she doesn’t want you.” Janis says as she took your hand and tugged you away from him. The guy got annoyed but didn’t do anything but scoff. “Of course, lesbians.” He rolled his eyes and walked away. You let out a breath of relief before turning to Janis and thanking her.

And thats when you become a trio with your best friends.

—flashback end-

“Babe, she likes you, you like her, it’s so painfully obvious!” Damian said to Janis who was rambling about wanting to ask Y/N out on a date. “You don’t know that. I mean she’s never even confirmed if she’s gay or not.” “Oh come on, you really think she’s straight? Have you seen the way she looks at girls? The way she looks at YOU.” He states. “What do you mean the way she looks at me? How does she look at me?” Janis says with confusion. He scrolls through his phone for a moment then turns and shows a photo to her. “Like this.”

Not my pic

“She does not look at me like that.” Janis said tho the thought of you looking at her that way makes her smile. “You’re so oblivious.” Damian rolls his eyes.

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“Guys! Guys!” You said, running to Janis and Damian in the hall, you immediately ran and hugged Janis, making her stumble backwards. “Oh-” “I passed! I passed the art presentation!” You said excitedly. “What?! I told you you could do it!” Janis said with a smile as she hugged you back, blush creeping up on her cheeks. When you pull back you have the biggest smile on you face. “Yeah because of you! If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have passed!” Janis scoffed though everyone knew it was true. Without the help from Janis you’d have an F in that class. “Good job girl.” Damian chipped in before giving Janis a look and excusing himself, Janis knew she needed to take this as her opponent to ask you on a date. “Hey, uh- are you busy this weekend?” “Hm, not that i remember, why do you have plans?” “Well i was hoping we can hang out…um…just the two of us…” You smile, brows furrowed with curiosity. “Ok, where are we going? Your place?” “Well actually i have plans, but it’s a surprise. Meet me at the park on Saturday, around 10?” Janis say’s anxiously. You grin and nod. “Sounds fun! I’ll be there!”

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Saturday rolls around and soon you were walking into the park, you look around until you finally spot Janis, you can see she has a blanket laid on the grass with a picnic basket and some flowers sitting on it. You can’t help but smile as you walk over. “No way.” Janis turns and looks at you as she hears your voice, she smiles, a bit of blush growing on her cheeks. “You like it?” “Like it? I love it!” You hug her before the two of you sat down. You look around admiring the nature around you, and Janis. “This is amazing Janis. I’ve never been on a real picnic before.” You said with a excited smile. Janis returned your smile before opening the picnic basket. “I hope you’re hungry, i may have over packed.” She says with a little laugh. “In that case I’m starving!” You say with a giggle. Janis began pulling food from the basket, various finger foods such as; strawberries, cheese, crackers, etc. for drinks she packed some capri suns of multiple different kinds.

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The two of you ate and talked until it was eventually starting to get dark out. Time really flew by and neither of you noticed.

“Shut up! No you didn’t!” You said through your laughter. You had been sharing random funny stories about yourselves for a while now. Janis nods laughing as well. “It’s true! Ask Damian he was there!” You have been smiling and laughing so much that your cheeks were sore. “I wish i was there! Oh my gosh that killed me, i’ll never forget that!”

When you finally stopped laughing you laid down on the blanket and look up at the sky. Janis does the same, laying next to you but not too close. “The stars are pretty huh?” Janis said “mhm, not as pretty as you though.” You said in a whisper as you glanced over at her. Janis eyes widened a bit, she looks over at you with a confused expression, afraid she heard you wrong somehow. “Huh?” “Huh?” You repeat with a smirk tugging on your lips. Janis rolls her eyes and playfully slaps your leg as she sat up and looks at you. “Come on don’t play dumb. What did you mean by that?” You sat up as well and shrugged. “What do you think i meant?” “You’re calling me pretty but- but are you saying I’m pretty in a way like ‘oh you’re pretty’ or like ‘oh, you’re pretty” or even-” she rambles, You laugh before stopping her. “Janis- Janis stop.” She stops and looks at you. “I’m saying i like you, ok?” Janis felt her heart skip a beat. “You- you mean you like me, like- you like me as in ‘oh you’re my friend, i like you’ or-” you roll you eyes. “Janis!” She froze. “shut up and kiss me.” Janis smiles gently and nods a little and soon your lips met in a gentle, sweet kiss that made butterflies go crazy in both yours and Janis stomachs. The kiss went on for what felt like years until you both pull away slowly, cheeks flushed. “Wow” she muttered, you nod. “I like you Janis, i like you a lot.” You say as you interlocked your fingers with hers, looking down at her hands in yours Janis smiles, she looks at you again. “I like you too Y/N.”

[yxlnst]

A CITRUS KISS

Idol!seungkwan x reader!y/n

🎀 Summary 🎀 : Seungkwan takes you to a citrus grove for a first date. You bond, compete, and share a lovely day together.

🧸 Word count 🧸 : 1,086

Fluff

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It was a warm Saturday morning in Jeju, the kind of morning where the sun kissed the fields with gentle warmth and the air was fresh with the scent of citrus. You were pacing back and forth in front of the local market, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. You were about to go on your first date with Boo Seungkwan, a sweet guy you'd met through a mutual friend. Today, he was taking you to an orange grove to pick fruit. It sounded like the perfect way to spend a day, but you couldn't help feeling a bit anxious about making a good impression.

You checked your watch for the third time. It was just past nine, and Seungkwan was supposed to meet you here. You smoothed your hair and tried to take deep breaths. What if he didn't show? What if you said something awkward? What if—

"Hey!" a cheerful voice called from behind you. You turned to see Seungkwan jogging toward you, a wide smile on his face. He was dressed in casual jeans, a simple white shirt, and a light jacket. His hair was styled neatly, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Hi," you replied, trying to calm your racing heart. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten."

"Me? Forget a date with you?" he said, pretending to be offended. "Never. I just had to make sure we had everything we need for the best day ever."

You couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. Seungkwan had a way of making you feel at ease, even when you were nervous. "So, what's the plan?" you asked.

"Glad you asked," he replied, gesturing toward the parking lot. "I borrowed my mom's car, so we can drive to the orange grove. It's not too far from here. And I brought some snacks for the trip, just in case we get hungry. You like kimbap, right?"

"Love it," you said, feeling relieved that he'd thought of everything. As you followed him to the car, you couldn't help but notice how he made you feel at ease, like you'd known him forever.

The drive to the orange grove was filled with laughter and light conversation. Seungkwan had a great sense of humor, and he kept you entertained with stories about growing up in Jeju and his various misadventures. You shared a few stories of your own, and by the time you arrived at the grove, the nervousness you'd felt earlier had melted away.

The orange grove was a beautiful sight, with rows of trees stretching out in every direction, their branches heavy with ripe, golden fruit. The sun was higher in the sky now, casting a warm glow over everything. It was the kind of place that felt like a hidden treasure, far from the hustle and bustle of the city.

"Wow, this is amazing," you said, looking around in awe.

"Right? I used to come here with my family when I was a kid," Seungkwan explained. "We'd pick oranges and have picnics. It was always a lot of fun. I thought you'd like it."

"I love it," you replied, genuinely touched that he'd chosen such a special place for your first date.

Seungkwan led the way through the grove, pointing out the best spots for picking oranges. He handed you a small basket and picked one for himself. "Okay, here's the game," he said, grinning. "Whoever picks the most oranges by the end of the day wins. Loser has to buy the winner ice cream."

"You're on," you said, accepting the challenge. You both started picking oranges, laughing as you raced from tree to tree. Seungkwan was surprisingly competitive, but he also made sure you were having a good time. He'd pause to help you reach a particularly high orange or to crack a joke that made you both double over with laughter.

As the morning went on, the baskets slowly filled with fruit. You took a break under the shade of a large tree, enjoying the snacks Seungkwan had brought along. It was a simple picnic, but it felt perfect. You sat on a blanket, munching on kimbap and sipping cold drinks, talking about everything and nothing at all. Seungkwan was easy to talk to, and you found yourself sharing things you'd never shared with anyone else.

"I really like spending time with you," you said, almost without thinking. The words just slipped out, but you didn't regret them.

Seungkwan looked at you with a gentle smile. "I like spending time with you, too," he replied. "I was a little nervous about today, but I'm glad I asked you out.

You felt a flutter in your stomach at his words. It was a strange feeling—like butterflies and sunshine all at once. "I was nervous, too," you admitted. "But this has been really fun."

"It has, hasn't it?" Seungkwan said, taking a sip of his drink. "I think we make a pretty good team."

"Yeah," you agreed, smiling. "I think we do."

After the picnic, you both got back to picking oranges, but this time at a more leisurely pace. You walked side by side, sometimes in comfortable silence, other times chatting and laughing. It was like you'd known each other for years, even though it had only been a few weeks.

By the time you returned to the car, your basket was overflowing with oranges, while Seungkwan's was slightly less full. You raised an eyebrow at him, pretending to be serious. "Looks like I won," you said.

Seungkwan laughed and held up his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, you win. I'll buy the ice cream. But I still think I picked the best oranges."

"Only one way to find out," you replied, taking an orange from his basket and peeling it. The citrus scent filled the air, and you both took a bite. It was sweet and juicy, the perfect reward after a long day of picking.

"Okay, I admit it," Seungkwan said, grinning. "You picked some pretty good oranges, too."

As you sat on the hood of the car, eating oranges and watching the sun begin to set over the grove, you felt a sense of contentment that you'd never felt before. It was like you'd found a piece of home, a place where you belonged. lol

"Thanks for inviting me today," you said, leaning your head against Seungkwan's shoulder. "This was perfect."

"I'm glad you came," he replied, wrapping an arm around you. "I hope we can do this again."

"I'd like that," you said, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment. It was the start of something new, something special, and you couldn't wait to see where it would lead.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in shades of orange and pink, you knew one thing for sure: this was the best first date you'd ever had.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Trust - Harry Hook x Male!Reader - Oneshot request

Anon request

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Harry dropped down from the small cliff, just off the main path of the forest-which led to the enchanted lake. But Harry wasn’t going to the enchanted lake, he was going to a hidden spot he and his boyfriend, (y/n), had found a few years back, soon after Harry had moved to Auradon.

They had been together for about four years now, and had met each other five years ago this very day. Harry smiled at the thought, remembering when he first saw his boyfriend, his eyes bright as they locked eyes for the first time. Harry remembered being dismissive at first, defensive was the correct word but-he hadn’t wanted much with Auradon and its brats.

That was until (y/n) was made his tutor, since Harry was all but hilariously failing math and their teacher volunteered (y/n) as Harry’s tutor. Harry had been….peeved, at first, but soon came to see (y/n) just wanted to help, he never made fun of Harry’s lack of understanding, or frustration, or any of his problems, he just helped him understand and push through it all.

Through that, the two became friends, hanging out practically every day until Harry realized-he really really liked (y/n), like-really liked (y/n). it took Harry nearly a month to confess, fumbling over his words and blushing like no other-only for (y/n) to smile, take Harry’s face, and kiss his cheek gently. “I’m available this Saturday at five, see you then?” Harry just babbled and nodded, his jaw dropping open as (y/n) laughed and walked off. Harry had hardly believed it, but he had a date with (y/n).

Then there was a 2nd date, then a third, then they had been dating a month, half a year, a year-and then they graduated together, moved in together, and now-they had known each other five years-five wonderful years Harry wouldn’t trade for anything in the war.

“wonder what he has planned,” Harry muttered to himself, (y/n) had been oddly secretive for the last month, nervous as well, as if he was scared for whatever was coming to pass. The only thing Harry could think of was their anniversary, and neither of them had been nervous or scared about it before, well, other than the first one.

Harry was thrown from his thoughts as he found the scenic opening in the trees he and (y/n) had made their spot all those years ago, beaming as he spotted his beloved standing in the middle, a picnic set up below him. (y/n) beamed at the sight of Harry, opening his arms with a cheer of his name. “Harry!”

Harry chuckled, running towards (y/n) and leaping into their arms, the two sharing a sweet kiss, Harry laughed as (y/n) ran his hands up Harry’s sides till he held Harry’s face, squishing his cheeks a bit. “so-other than a picnic-“ Harry started, glancing down at the blanket that they were standing on now, a basket of food set to the side. “-what did ye want? Ye said earlier ya had somethin’ ta show me?”

(y/n) smiled, one that made Harry’s stomach flood with nerves, good nerves, but damn the butterflies never stopped around his amazing boyfriend. “Well, I wanted to show you something, something I’ve never really shown anyone-not unless I knew I could trust them…do you trust me?” (y/n) asked, his voice becoming quiet and shy as he continued to speak, biting his lip nervously.

Harry nodded, taking (y/n)’s hand and kissing his palms. “With anything, my love.” (y/n) grinned, pecking Harry’s lips, chuckling as Harry leaned in to snatch another kiss, but (y/n) was already out of reach, stepping back until Harry was left to stand alone on the blanket. “(y/n)?” Harry asked, tilting his head, wondering what (y/n) was doing.

Harry’s jaw dropped as (y/n) rolled his wrist, his palm toward the sky-and the night sky seemed to appear in his hand; stars, comments, galaxies, planets-all in the palm of (y/n)’s hand. “Wow,” Harry breathed, stepping toward his boyfriend, reaching out to cup (y/n)’s hand in his, his eyes almost sparkling with wonder. “ye have, magic?”

(y/n) nodded, the nervousness evaporating from his body, his eyes softening. “Yeah, magic of the night, runs in my family. it can be dangerous if not used properly, but-it’s easier to use if you're not afraid of it, or those you are using it around. This is just some basic magic though, not very impressive.” Harry just nodded, tracing his fingers along (y/n)’s palm, chuckling as the night shifted and turned-revealing more of the galaxy (y/n) was showing him.

“What else can ye do?” Harry asked, his eyes wide with childlike wonder as he looked up at his boyfriend. (y/n) grinned, pecking Harry’s lips and closing his hand, dismissing the sky he had created in his palm.

“I’ll show you, after we eat,” (y/n) teased, laughing as Harry pouted, just wanting to see more of the pretty magic. “Harry,”

“Fine,” Harry groaned, dragging (y/n) back down to the blanket, throwing open the basket, and digging in. “yer showing me everthin’ got it?”

(y/n) laughed again, nodding, intertwining their hands on the blanket, taking a sandwich he had made earlier. “Got it,”

-end-

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[j-onedrabbles]

𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

✧   PAIRING: HYUNJIN X READER ✧   CW: FLUFF, NON-SEXUAL NUDITY, KISSES, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP ✧   WC: 0.7K ✧   NOTE: this idea was actually one of my friends ideas and they just handed it over to me to work my magic so enjoy! ☺️

“Come on, we’re almost there,” Hyunjin smiled as he pulled his partner further into the field. It was pretty out of the way of the city and rather secluded. Y/n had no idea what he had planned. He had simply told them it was a date idea he had for a bit and finally found the perfect time and place for it.

It was almost midday when he found the perfect spot. He had brought along a picnic basket and blankets, along with his art supplies. The last part, Y/n wasn’t super surprised about. It wasn’t uncommon for he’d bring sketchbooks on dates like this, claiming they were the perfect model for him, and sketching them on dates was one of his favorite ways to immortalize the moments they had together.

The two laid out the blankets and he set down the picnic basket and his bag of art supplies. Y/n organized their food out on the blanket and the two ate the lunch he had packed for them before anything else.

“Wanna tell me why we’re in a random field?” Y/n asked as he popped a grape into his mouth.

Hyunjin hummed in response and grabbed his phone, “I found this old trend I wanna try. I was gonna ask you to be my model for it.”

He opened up his gallery and started showing her the photos he had saved. It was a trend from a few years ago where people had these elaborate paintings on their backs. “Only if you’re up for it,” Hyunjin added as he looked up at them from where he laid back on his elbows.

“This why you brought your art supplies?” Y/n inquired as they leaned down, resting their forehead against his.

“Yeah,” Hyunjin smiled

“Okay. What did you wanna paint on me?”

Hyunjin pulled away and grabbed his sketchbook out of his bag. He sat up and flipped through a few pages, looking for what he had drawn up. Y/n sat behind him and wrapped their arms around his waist, resting their chin on his shoulder. Hyunjin finally found the sketch he was looking showed them.

It was one of his flower drawings, but Y/n knew he probably spent the time between when he got this idea to today making the design special for this. “Beautiful as always.” Hyunjin kissed his shoulder

“It’s our birth flowers.” Hyunjin smiled

Y/n kissed his cheek and told him to get his stuff out. Hyunjin moved to grab his stuff and give them some privacy to take off their shirt off and lay down on their stomach. Y/n waited for him to start and scrolled through their social media.

Hyunjin leaned down and kissed their shoulders before he started laying the sketch down on their skin. The two talked while he worked, Y/n occasionally showing him an instagram post or a tiktok video.

Once he got the sketch done he pulled out his paints. “This might feel a bit cold,” hyunjin warned before he started painting

“M’kay,” Y/n hummed.

The paint did feel cold at first honestly. Y/n shivered a bit when it hit her skin and Hyunjin giggled at their reaction but continued nonetheless.

Hyunjin pretty much worked in silence as Y/n relaxed and shut their eyes, opting to take a small cat nap. Hyunjin didn’t notice until he was almost done. He had glanced down at them and smiled, face fully at peace.

He finished the last few details and let the paint dry while he cleaned his art supplies up. He laid down next to them once her finished and wrapped his arm around their shoulders, kissing their cheek and moving some hair out of their face.

Y/n stirred a little bit before shoving their face in the blanket then looking back at him. “Hi sleepyhead,” Hyunjin smiled

“You finish?” They asked

“Yeah. Can I take some pictures?” He asked as he caressed their cheek

“Of course,” Y/n smiled at him.

Hyunjin kissed their cheek one last time before sitting up again. He grabbed his phone and straddled their legs and took a few photos from different angles and heights.

Once Hyunjin was satisfied with the mini photoshoot he resumed laying next to them and showed them the pictures of the art.

“It's beautiful Jinnie,” Y/n complimented and kissed his cheek.

“All my hard work and I get a cheek kiss?” Hyunjin pouted which in turn made Y/n giggle before they placed their lips on his. Hyujin smiled and kissed them back as he pulled them into him.

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[soulofapatrick]

Perfect Date - Pedro Pascal x reader/OC

Summary: Part three to Behind The Scenes and Never Letting You Go. I might rewrite it I’m not sure

Words: 1.07k

Warnings: None 

Pedro’s POV

Filming goes on as usual but now Y/N just alternates between sleeping in her trailer with Bella or crashing in mine. It all depends on how filming was that day, like after filming the section for David and Ellie it seemed like Bella really needed her sister. It was an intense part to film, the reality of what could have happened if it were real life sitting in the air for a while. 

I watched from across the set the way Bella hugged Y/N tight and the way the beautiful woman hugged her back like she would never let anything touch Bella. Y/N met my gaze and sent me a shy smile as if she hadn’t been moaning in my ear earlier that morning. Of course I couldn’t just let her go back to set the next morning without hearing those breathtaking sounds or feel the way she writhed underneath me. We weren’t able to get breakfast but little does she know I have a date planned, I just need Gabriel and Bella to hold up their end of this and help me out. 

Y/N isn’t one for big public acts so a fancy dinner date is out the question and a bad idea if we don’t want the paparazzi to make up a story about me and some mystery girl. I haven’t even asked her to date me yet, I plan to do that on this date. I want to set up a picnic of all her favourite snacks and we can get Italian takeaway as I’ve noticed spaghetti bolognese being her favourite meal. Whenever we all go our at a team it’s her go to and if they don’t have that she’ll have a burger. Gabriel and Bella are going to distract her as Gabriel seems to be her best friend on set and well, Bella’s her sister. I have no idea what they’re going to do but I hope it’s enough for me to set up. 

Tomorrow’s our day off so it’s planned for then. I have all the Indiana Jones movies bought and waiting for me on the hotel TV as Y/N’s always gushing over how much she loves the movies and how she’ll always rewatch them when she’s sad. I want it to be perfect. I want her to know just how much I love and care for her. I want to show her that she is more than the mind blowing sex. 

——————

It’s finally here and everything’s perfect. The hotel gave me roses which I spread all across the bed, around the blanket laid out and the picnic basket full of all of her favourite snacks at the bottom of the bed. The takeaway spaghetti is in tupperware containers inside a heat bag or whatever they’re called. 

I’ve showered and spent hours on deciding what to wear because this… this is what makes or breaks us. I settled on some loose jeans and a button up which I only button up three quarters of the way up, making sure my hair is fluffy and curly as Y/N can’t seem to keep her hands out of it or stop complimenting the curls. I neatened up my beard and then began to light the two cherry scented candles as it’s Y/N’s favourite scent. 

There’s a knock at the door and Gabriel’s calling, “Her eyes are closed.” 

I’m throwing the door open to find Y/N standing there, Gabriel covering her eyes but I can’t help just stare at how gorgeous she looks. She’s in black and white plaid jeans that just hit her figure in all the right places as well as a baggy cream sweater and Doc Martens. Her hair is down except for two twists on either side of her head. It’s so effortless yes has me feeling like a kid with a high school crush. 

Gabriel opens his mouth to speak and I realise I’ve been starting for a few minutes so I shoo him away and replace his hands with my own, guiding her into the room and kicking the door behind me. Her breath hitches when I stop her and press my chest to her back, unable to help myself because she’s gorgeous and she’s right here and I need to feel her in my arms. 

“Surprise sweetheart.” I take my hands away and her mouth falls open before she’s spinning around to throw herself at me in a hug. I wrap my arms around her waist as she runs her fingers play with the wisps of hair at the nape of my neck and she’s mumbling ‘thank you’ over and over again until I’m pulling her away from me, “Anything for you baby girl. I promised us a date.” 

“You did, ” She’s breathless, forest green eyes bright with love as I guide her over to the bed, “How did you?” She notices the food eyes widening and head flying up to meet my gaze again as we sit. 

“That’s for me to know and you to never find out.” I send a cheeky grin her way, heart pounding because I want to ask her before we settle down and begin otherwise it’d just be so awkward, “I-I’ve been meaning to ask you something,”

“Is everything okay Pedrito?” Concern covers her soft face as I grab her hands in mine, heart swelling at the use of my nickname. Only my family and the closest people call me that. It feels like a secret the way it perfectly rolls off her tongue. 

“Willyougooutwithme?” I blurt out and she laughs lightly as I feel my face flush bright red, taking a deep breath before trying again, “Will you be my girlfriend.” 

“I thought you’d never ask.” She leans across the bed and kisses me. It makes me want to knock everything off the bed and ravish her but I want to have this date just as badly. Y/N seems to have similar thoughts because she’s breaking the kiss to kick off her boots and just as quickly as she’s gone she’s back. This time she’s straddling my lap, eyes having darkened with something more than lust as she’s holding my face in her hands and pressing a kiss to my slightly parted lips that has me weak at the knees. I grab her hips to ground myself pulling away from the kiss to risk something so very very early on: “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

[kaalypsoooo]

A second fic??? Absolutely! Enjoy ur food! 🎩✨❤️

(All fluff, so lovey-dovey, catch Caine being corny as hell 😂)

A sudden snap sound echoed into the room, heads turning to face an enthusiastic caine, gleeful as always, he gave the cast a greeting.

"Hello everyone! i've prepared an adventure for you all!"

Jax just grumbled and rolled his eyes, ragatha and pomni giving caine a smile.

"What's on the agenda for today, caine?" ragatha asked, her head tilting in curiousity.

He gave her a grin, floating in close to the pair.

"Dont worry, its a very simple treasure hunt!" He exclaimed, before snapping his fingers again, pomni suddenly appearing in his arms with an audible "EEP!"

"I'm sure you wont even notice she's gone, so have fun my friends!" and with that, they disappeared, leaving the rest of the cast to begin their adventure.

"Why does she get special privileges?-" Jax started, ragatha cutting him off with hand over his mouth.

"I think its sweet that he's so infatuated with her, quit being such a sour-puss jax."

kinger, gangle, and zooble eventually joined the conversation, mentally readying themselves for this adventure.

....

Caine and pomni appeared in a grassy area, a large lake with a waterslide surrounding the grassy land. He snapped his fingers and suddenly a picnic blanket, basket, and two wine glasses and a bottle were lying on the grass.

"Like it, darling?"

"What's all of this for?" She asked, he just took her hands and led her down to the ground, sitting her down on the picnic blanket. "Why, its all for you of course!.. Is it too much?"

"N-Nono! It's...really sweet of you, thanks.."

"Anything for you, darling!"

He took a seat beside her, his hand moving to caress her cheek, pomni gently leaning into his touch.

"So, while we're out here, what would you like to do?" He wasn't quite caught up on human customs, and knew next to nothing about being romantic or planning dates, but she seemed happy, so in turn he was happy.

Before she could respond, he jumped up and snapped his fingers, a cute duck themeed boat plopping down in the lake next to them.

"Does a boat ride sound like fun?" she nodded hesitantly, and he pulled her up into his arms, guiding her into the boat with him.

She took a glance around before her gaze landed back on him, his goofy face making her heart melt.

"So caine..."

"Yes, dear?"

"...Why do you like me so much?"

He paused, scanning her curious face.

"I...I know I may seem like this goofy AI that doesn't have feelings, but i do, and you don't know how badly they burn for you."

"You're like the fuel to my fire, the engine that keeps me running, sweetie, you make me feel emotions i've never felt before, it's like fireworks are going off in my heart everytime you look at me."

She wasn't sure how to respond, her face a pretty shade of pink as he poured out his feelings to her.

"Pff...Do you even hear how corny that sounds?" She finally said, laughing happily as he pulled her in close.

"But you looove my corniness! being corny is who i am!" He laughed too, taking her face in his hands and leaning his teeth against her cheek, as if to kiss it.

"Don't ever stop being you, okay? I love you."

He gave her a lovey-dovey look before howling out for all the world to hear. "I LOVE YOU TOO!!!"

They both burst out laughing, holding each other tight as they sailed across the water, this would be a day to remember, for both of them.

(Bonus!)

The gang finished up their treasure hunt, the prize being a well earned two day long break for everyone. They all sighed in relief upon hearing this, their heads turning to glace at pomni and caine, who had just finished up their little date, smiles on both of their faces.

Jax began to call out to them, ragatha giving him a side glare as if warning him to not say anthing dumb.

"I see the two lovebirds are back, say pomni, how does it feel to be Caine's favorite?"

Caine simply bonked him on the head with his cane, a menacing look growing on his face.

pomni suddenly answered, catching both caine and jax off-guard.

"You know what? it feels great. What, are you jealous?"

Jax looked shocked, his ears lowering, while both caine and ragatha were grinning and laughing a bit at the situation unfolding.

"I- Oh, shut up." And with that, he grumbled and stormed off, leaving the rest of the cast to laugh and giggle about it. Pomni looked very proud of herself, and caine applauded her for finally talking back to jax.