#okay now i wanna hug my gf

[wystiix]

Early morning, when dawn is just starting to creep over the horizon, when you and the world are still deep in slumber, is Robin’s favourite time of day. She’s always been one to rise with the sun, stirring as the first rays of light slide into the room. There’s a soft, delicate sort of peace that can only be found in the early hours of the morning, where it feels like time ticks slower, as if the moment is hers and hers alone.

It’s bliss, letting the birdsong and cool air wake her. Still drowsy, she stretches her hands above her head, eyes half-lidded and blinking away the blur from her vision. She presses her hand to her lips to stifle a yawn, before glancing over at the other side of the bed. 

If Robin had to pick a favourite part of waking up early, she wouldn’t hesitate to choose the first moment of the day where she looks over and sees you. You, with your sleepwear all creased from shifting around during the night, your relaxed face devoid of any stress lines, your evened-out breathing making your chest rhythmically rise and fall. She adores every side of you, but the sweet, sleepy state you’re in when she first wakes up is the most beautiful of all.

But today, she only finds a dent in your pillow and a rumpled blanket tossed aside, with you notably missing. All of the traces of lethargy in her body disappear, and she jolts up in alarm. You never wake up before her, nevermind leave before her. It was beyond out of the ordinary for her to wake up alone, with no slumbering body by her side.

Robin rose from the bed, sliding her feet into her slippers. Her footsteps were light, barely making a sound as she walked through the hallway, following the distant sound of music. 

She pushed open the kitchen door to find a curious sight: you were by the stovetop, leaning over a frying pan with a spatula in your hand. There was a tray adorned with a plate stacked high with pancakes, a glass of water beside, and her favourite golden syrup. On the corner of the bench, your record player was crooning out an upbeat love song, the tune echoing sweetly across the room.

“Oh,” You turn as she enters, smiling at at her. “Good morning.”

“My darling,” Robin sighs as she walks over, resting her cheek against your shoulder and sliding her arms around your waist. “I didn’t see you when I woke up. I was worried.”

You hum, turning the stove off and draping your arms around her neck. “I’m sorry, I woke up early and thought I’d cook breakfast.”

Robin inhaled, sighing again at the heavenly smell. She pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, murmuring into your skin. “Don’t apologize, lovely. They smell delicious.”

The pancakes are sweet, the texture soft and melting in her mouth. As you eat, the record continues to play, switching to a soft ballad, one that was playing the first night you met. Between bites, Robin steals glance after glance across the table, watching you take sips from your drink and bites from your food. 

Somehow, all the mundane moments were the times that made her heart flutter the most. You falling asleep on her shoulder in the middle of a movie, the pair of you cooking dinner together every night, even just doing laundry while you idly told her about your day, every second she got to spend at your side was the highlight of her day. 

It was almost possible to imagine her life before you came into it, before you became such an important part of her daily routine. It was clear to anyone that bothered to look that she loved you, adored you so much more than words could describe. There was no one, no one at all that she’d rather spend her time with.

“What’s with that look?” You ask, rousing her from her daydream. “Do I have something on my face?”

Robin shakes her head quickly, laughing under her breath. “Oh no, nothing like that. I’m just glad to have breakfast with you.”

Any time of the day spent with you was perfect, but mornings like these were priceless.

- 🕸️

oh my god.

web anon im gonna kiss u what the hell i just woke up to this /pos.

allow me to read and put my commentary on the tags

[chobunz]

── midnight snack. ( psh ) ּ 𓂅 ⋆ 🥣

๑ When your boyfriend wakes up to the sound of rustling in the kitchen and an empty bed, he goes downstairs to investigate…

pair: bf!sunghoon ㅊ gf!reader | warnings: pure fluff, lots and lots of fluff, touchy touchyy, back hugging, yn trying to be sneaky (spoiler: it doesn’t work), teasing, act of persuasion, hoon’s everlasting love for you <3, slightly suggestive towards the end (maybe ??) | words: 672

a/n. these pics of hoon were too cutesy not to use so i had to make a little smth for him >.<

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10 minutes ago, you woke up in the middle of the night with a paining feeling in your stomach. it was more like a ‘please give me food or i’ll eat your insides’ kind of pain.

you found yourself downstairs, wrapped up in a cozy bathrobe rummaging through the pantry, fridge, and anything else you knew contained food. you were hungry.

your boyfriend on the other hand, found himself not so far away from your figure. he’d woken up to the sound of something dropping.. okay, maybe a ton of stuff dropping, and once he felt the empty space beside him, he’d already caught on to where you’d gone off to.

“you can’t be clumsy and trying to be sneaky.” he shoots as he takes his last step on the staircase. evolving in laughter once catching sight of your spooked character.

“not funny ! you scared the shit out of me..” you took a spoonful of cold cereal to your mouth. a pout lacing your lips as you chewed the crunchy bits.

“poptarts, cereal, and i’m guessing it’s pizza i’m smelling from the oven ?..” he caged you in from behind; eyes trailing your variety of foods. “odd mix.” he chuckled, pressing kisses on your shoulder.

“odd, and none of your business.” you add bringing the bowl up to your mouth to drink the leftover milk.

“anything that happens in this house is my business. go to yours and we can find out otherwise.” he watched your figure turn around to face him, a smile breaking into him once his eyes met yours.

he absolutely loved your eyes, he would say they were your charming point, that other than your pretty lips. the lips he found himself kissing once your face met his.

“is this you kicking me out ?” you raised your brows.

“it was simply a suggestion.” he smothered kisses along your jaw through his words.

“and if i took your suggestion ?”

“i’d cry,” the male laughed against your skin, you do so the same.

you’d both been in the kitchen for a while, waiting on your pizza to get nice and melty. sunghoon’s constant whining about how the both of you should just go to sleep stopped when he realized something.

“baby,” he yawned. “were you even gonna wake me up to get any of this..” he span around in the high chair he found himself sitting in once his legs started paining.

“of course..” you awkwardly laughed, taking peeks at him.

“doesn’t sound like it, why’d your voice sound so high just now ?” before you knew it he found himself dragging you towards him.

“you weren’t gonna give me any ?” he cocked his head at you once you shook your head at him trying to hold in your throat full of laughter. “really ?! you were just gonna leave me all by myself in bed and enjoy yourself ?”

“that was the point of sneaking ! i didn’t wanna wake you up..” you caressed his arms seeing his pouted lips.

“you’re a meanie.” he scolded you.

“i love you,” scattered kisses made it’s way onto his cheeks.

“even more than your smelly food ?”

“uhmm , definitely not silly.” you nonchalantly spat.

“what !” he whined, smacking his teeth. “you’re really something.” he pushed your figure away slightly, diverting his gaze to the floor.

“i was just kidding, hoon.” you giggled at his sulking persona.

“yeah ? stop laughing.” he pulled you back towards him puckering at your lips. “also, why couldn’t we just microwave the pizza ..?”

“pizza is better when it’s melty, and it should be done by now !”

you danced your way to the oven, your affectionate lover trailing behind you, handing you your oven mittens.

“thank you, assistant.” you joked, making him roll his eyes. “it’s all done !” you exclaimed, placing the hot pan on the stove.

sunghoon would love to eat the oily treat ahead of him, even devour it, it looked more than good. but as of now, he had other plans.

“looks yummy..”

“i’m not so sure i want pizza anymore though..”

(〃ﾉωﾉ)ﾟ+°

i js wanted to post a cute fluffy fic for a change lol, after this i will post my longer heeseung fic next ! :3

question: should i write/post more stuff like this tho ?? i’m js seeing if anyone’s interested in these types of drabbles instead of what i usually write all the time, so i’d rlly appreciate anyone’s input as well <3

[bbyjackie]

𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎'𝐒 𝐆𝐅 — ♡

one piece social media + dating pt. 2 feat: zoro

♡ liked by ilovecottoncandychopper, S0U1K1NGBR00K and 6.5k others

_ynln: who are you where do you live how old are you why are you so fine how do you like your eggs cooked in the morning?

tagged: theroronoa.zoro

theroronoa.zoro: sorry i have a girlfriend

↳ _ynln: damn, not even one chance? 😔😔

↳ theroronoa.zoro: nah (liked by p1rateking_luffy)

sogekingg.usopp: is your boyfriend single (liked by p1rateking_luffy)

↳ _ynln: USOPP WTAF 😭

↳ _ynln: stop trying to steal my man, get your own bro

↳ sogeking.usopp: now i don't support homewrecking, but.. ☝️😋

↳ _ynln: BUT????

blackleg.sanji: PLEASE YN PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE 🧎🏼‍♂️🧎🏼‍♂️

↳ _ynln: no

lovenami: WHERE ARE YOU GUYS?!?

↳ lovenami: WE WERE MEANT TO MEET UP TWO HOURS AGO WHERE TF ARE YOU

↳ _ynln: SORRY NAMI IDK EITHER ZORO DRAGGED US SOMEWHERE AND WE GOT LOST 😭

♡ liked by FRAAANKY, trafalgar_d.law and 9.8k others

theroronoa.zoro: zoro. thousand sunny. 21. my gf invented me. like my eggs however yn likes them.

tagged: _ynln

jinbe: Very cute post (liked by nicorobin)

lovenami: anyone wanna jump off the ship w me?

↳ ace: yes 😁

blackleg.sanji: MY BEAUTIFUL GODDESS YN 💗💞💕💝❤️‍🔥

blackleg.sanji: I WILL DEDICATE MY LIFE TO YOU

_ynln: ZORO QWDHBIVEFBQOBJ

_ynln: i love u sm??

↳ theroronoa.zoro: apparently you don't cause why is there question marks

↳ _ynln: GEEZ OKAY I LOVE U 😭 (liked by theroronoa.zoro)

CAPTAIN.KIIIID: i hope y'all break up

↳ _ynln: DAMN KID WTF WHO HURT YOU

♡ liked by theroronoa.zoro, p1rateking_luffy and 10.3k others

_ynln: drinks on?

tagged: lovenami

lovenami: drinks were on that random guy at the club 😇😇

↳ blackleg.sanji: @theroronoa.zoro HOW DARE YOU NOT PROTECT THEM FROM CREEPS 🫵

↳ theroronoa.zoro: he was supplying all of us with drinks why would i chase the guy away

↳ lovenami: real, i wasn't gonna pay 400 berries for a pint 🥱

blackleg.sanji: THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMEN IN THE WORLD IN ONE PHOTO?? 😍😍😘

blackleg.sanji: what did i ever do to deserve this 😩😩‼️

S0U1K1NGBR00K: May I see your panties?

↳ _ynln: absolutely not thanks (liked by lovenami, theroronoa.zoro)

p1rateking_luffy: LAST NIGHT WAS SO FUN 😄😄

p1rateking_luffy: THANKS FOR BUYING ME FOOD 💗

↳ _ynln: luffy wait what i didn't buy you anything?

↳ _ynln: OMFG DID YOU JUST DINE AND DASH???

♡ liked by _ynln, nicorobin and 17 others

[close friends]

theroronoa.zoro: nice 👍

blackleg.sanji: I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS

blackleg.sanji: I AM SO JEALOUS

_ynln: best nap ever (liked by theroronoa.zoro)

p1rateking_luffy: I wanted to play tag but you guys were sleeping?

ilovecottoncandychopper: Yn looks like she gives good hugs! (liked by theroronoa.zoro)

↳ _ynln: CHOPPER GIVE ME HUGS ANYTIME ❣️❣️

sogeking.usopp: get this off my timeline right NOW 🫵

↳ _ynln: WHY ARE YOU GUYS SUCH HATERS 😭😭

[archangeldyke-all]

can’t stop thinking abt sevika and her protective gf that starts walking on sevika’s left side after her arm gets ripped off (the second time) as their way of looking out for her more “vulnerable” side :(((

this is SO fucking cute oh my god. UGH i'm crying a little this is so cuteeee

men and minors dni

even without her arm, most people in zaun respect sevika enough (and have seen her kill enough people) to continue to give her a wide berth when she's walking down the streets.

and while she feels a little unbalanced without the arm she just got used to... it is nice to be free of the excessive weight of jinx's arm.

plus, she's sure she'll be able to get her hands-- or, hand, right now-- on another one soon enough.

so, all in all, sevika's not too worried about the loss.

you are, though.

you try not to make it obvious-- you don't want sevika to feel like you think she's incapable of protecting herself without a prosthetic-- but you do worry. both her arms in the past have had the added benefit of being weapons. and to the average shimmered up bozo, a one armed woman walking home at night is the perfect target to try to rob.

sevika would be fine if that happened. you know that, logically. but your heart doesn't.

so, you've been buying sevika more knives, under the guise of treating her, but really because you want to make sure she's got at least three blades on her at all times.

you've been sure to do all the things that require two hands at home before sevika can even realize they need to be done. opening jars, sweeping the floors, chopping veggies-- stuff like that.

and, whenever you guys go out, you're always walking on her left side, just in case.

you're under the impression that you're being subtle, until sevika calls you out on it one night as the two of you walk home.

"okay, what the fuck." she huffs as she stops in the middle of the street. you pause your stride to look over at your wife.

"what?" you ask.

"what do you mean what?! you've been avoiding holding my hand for a month now!" sevika says. "what, is it clammy? sticky?" she asks, looking down at her hand like it's betrayed her.

your heart shatters, and you immediately dart forward to pull sevika in for a hug. "sev, no!" you coo, laughing just a little at the way she pouts at you. "nothing like that baby, i promise."

"well, then what is it?" she asks.

you sigh, leaning forward to bump your forehead against sevika's. "i just wanna be on your left side in case you need an arm, or two." you whisper. "don't want someone to jump you on that side or... for you to trip or somethin'." you admit. "s-sorry i didn't tell you i just-- didn't wanna make you feel w--" sevika cuts you off with a kiss, a sweet, shaky sigh escaping her as she wraps her arm around your waist.

"oh, fuck." she gasps when she pulls apart from you. "baby, i thought you were contemplating divorce, whole time you were being sweet." sevika sighs.

you laugh. "you did not think i was contemplating divorce, sevika, don't be dramatic. i've been very consistent in my affections for you. both of the public and private variety."

"i'm just saying! 's a relief. 's hot too-- you bein' on the look out for me." she teases.

you snort and roll your eyes, then return to sevika's left side, being certain to wrap your arm around her waist this time. "better?" you ask.

sevika shrugs and kisses your head. "fine. but you're holdin' my hand once we get home."

"alright, honey." you agree happily, tugging sevika toward home.

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[simonrileysfavteacup]

Training

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x gf!reader

Word Count: 600

Warnings: simon being slutty n walking around in grey sweatpants, playfighting, minor smut, mentions to sex

Summary: Simon teaches you to fight.

After the attack on you, Simon became panicked. 

The more he loved you, the more people would use you as his weakness. He knew one thing. 

He wouldn’t always be there to protect you. 

So you would have to know how to protect yourself. 

So there he was. Moving the sofa in your shared apartment, creating a bit of space. He laid down a throw blanket. It was small, but it would work. He was shirtless, in just his grey sweatpants. 

You, however, stood off to the side, watching him move your pullout sofa with little effort. You take a deep breath as he calls you into the makeshift fighting ring.

“Okay, lovie,” he starts. “Hit me. As har’ as you can.”

You throw a weak punch at his chest. He doesn’t even blink. 

“Lovie, what the absolute fuck was ‘at?”

“A punch…”

“Lovie, ‘at wasn’t even a poke. Try again.”

You hit him again, a bit harder. His chest is like a rock. You pull your hand back after the impact, wincing as your first stings. “Ow! You’re like wood! That’s not fair!”

“Yer doing everythin’ wron’.”

You pout at his words, “I’ve never fought before…I’m just…I don’t wanna do this anymore.”

He shakes his head, “Too bad. Lovie, ‘m doin’ this for you. Now, come on, I’ll show ya.” He fixes your posture, “Keep tension here. Pull your first back. Shift your weight onto this foot.”

You shift, “This is hard.”

“Learn,” he puppets you, throwing a faux punch with your hand. “Like that.” 

You throw a better punch, finally making him stumble. Just slightly. 

“That was better. Again.”

He teaches you numerous kicks, punches, and even a way to hold a person and put pressure on their neck. He tells you to demonstrate, to hit him, but your eyes are focused on something else. 

His abs.

His arms look so good, so huge. His abs glisten with the smallest amount of sweat. He looks so good.

“Lovie,” he snaps in front of your face. “Oi. Focus.”

Your eyes snap up to his, “You’re distracting me.” 

“Am I?” he flexes. 

You gasp, “Asshole.”

He smiles, “Deal with i’. Now come on, we have work to do.”

“Fine,” You strip off your shirt, your bra hugging your tits. “Let’s go.”

His eyes lock on your tits. 

You chuckle, snapping your fingers in front of his face, mocking him. “Lovie, my eyes are up here.”

“Fuck this,” he tackles you onto your couch, pressing his lips to your exposed skin. 

***

“Okay,” Simon says, putting your ear protectors on. “All good?”

You give him a thumbs up. He presses his front into your back, puppeting you. He aims the gun into your hand at the target. 

“Okay, shoot.” 

The shot echoes off the walls of the shooting range. Your bullet hits the dummy’s shoulder. 

“Nice! ‘Ats not bad, lovie!” Simon smiles wide, kissing your temple. “Again.”

You shoot again. It hits the left pec. Another kiss. 

Another shot. Hits the neck. Another kiss. 

Simon lets you practise for another 10 minutes. He feels proud. Too proud. “Lovie?”

You stop. “Hmm?”

“You’re great. Can we go home now, hmm?” 

“Okay,” you smile, taking off the protectors. “Thanks for teaching me this.”

“After what happened, I’d be a fool not to,” he kisses you. “Yer my whole life.”

He presses himself into you. 

“Now, we’ve got a little problem. Yer solving it in the car. Let’s go. Legs spread.”

[svenzio]

cho hyunju as your girlfriend

« non-binary reader » « other acc: @antinitoniny »

« not proofread, lots of mistakes & errors »

prompts w imagines after the cut, lmk ur thoughts !

softspoken gf!hyunjuㅡ whether it's during a casual conversation or an argument, you always feel huge amounts of affection & warmth in hyunju's voice

ㅡ after an unspecified misunderstanding

"can we talk?" hyunju softly knocked on an opened door to get your attention, leaning on the doorframe.

"i'm sorry, i promise i didn't mean toㅡ" you were so close to crying while trying to explain til hyunju interrupts you

"i understand" hyunju smiled, sitting in front of you. she placed her hand on top of yours.

"i didn't mean to invalidate your emotions earlier, i was just confused. i'm sorry. i know that you just want the best for me" hyunju talked so softly that one would think that she's putting a baby to sleep.

"but stillㅡ" you attempted to not justify your actions

"it's okay, i promise" hyunju said, giving an assuring smile. she cups your cheek, placing a peck on it.

hyunju's crazy good with eye contact. she always manages to make you flustered even during casual conversations. she actually just makes sure to listen well

it's a normal saturday afternoon for you & your girlfriend. for this weekend, you're in charge of planning & your plan is to stay at home and do nothing. when hyunju heard about the plan, she can't stop laughing at it because her plans have always been outdoors & active.

now, you're sitting on the couch with hyunju, talking about your week. you guys made it a habit to catch up after a busy week.

"yeah then like cath yelled at him and i was likeㅡ DESERVE!! as she should" you said with all of your emotions, eyes focused on the television 'coz you're trying to find a show to watch later.

"HAHAHAHAHA then?" hyunju responded enthusiastically. it's always fun to tell stories when hyunju's present.

you reached out for the chips and sat back, planning to focus on telling your story as you look at hyunju.

"cath basically told him to fuck off and that g-guy ha-hasㅡ oh my god! stop staring at me" you panicked, unable to keep a smile in.

confused hyunju: "huh?"

"nevermind umㅡ yeah soㅡ" you looked back at hyunju only for her to look so focused on you. you had to internally meditate before continuing, meeting hyunju's eyes.

"um yea, the guy, his name's mick, he gaslighted cath right in front of oㅡ oh fuck i can't" at least you tried for five seconds.

it's not that you're weak with eye contact, hyunju's eyes just sparkle as if they're adoring you right in front of youㅡ you get it? yea. you can hear that tiktok sound "blah blah blah, proper name, place name, backstory stuff"

"why?" hyunju laughs, knowing exactly what's happening but wanted to tease you about it anyway

"why are you staring at me like that?" you asked

"like what?" hyunju teases

"like you wanna shut me up with a damn kiss or something"

"i feel like that's what you want & it has nothing to do with my stare" hyunju laughs

"NUH UH UR EYES ARE PRACTICALLY STATING A 300-WORD POEM FOR ME"

hyunju LOVES forehead kisses. she doesn't know that but you've noticed that she kisses your forehead like five times in one hour

"good job, my love" hyunju kisses your forehead.

"am i gonna get a kiss whenever i do a good job?" you asked, smiling. hyunju smiled, patting your head.

"hmm... sure" hyunju said, hugging you from the back as you continue figuring out the manual instructions for the cabinet. you know damn well that hyunju can do that for you in 20mins but you wanted to try by yourself anyway.

"does this go here?" you asked yourself, placing a screw on a hole.

"no, baby. it's for the handles" hyunju softly corrected you, snuggling on the crook of your neck.

"so no kisses for me since i got it wrong?" you pouted

"a kiss for trying" hyunju smiles, kissing your forehead.

hyunju who never gets jealous but enjoys how you overexplain because you don't want to make her overthink unintentionally

on your way home, you & hyunju decided that it'll be nice to take a 30min walk at night since the weather's pretty nice. you talked about various of things, noticed different things, started a 10min worth of conversation from just a passerby's shoesㅡ it was a great evening for the both of you.

until, you passed by a club. unexpectedly, you saw your high school friends outside. you haven't seen them in years which is why you were so excited that you immediately ran and hugged them.

the conversation between you & your two friends went on for 10 minutes. of course, you also introduced hyunju to them & bragged about her.

during the next couple of minutes, the walk was filled with silence. it was the complete opposite of the energy that you guys had before meeting your friends.

a lot of things went inside your head. you can't read hyunju at all. is she tired? but she still initiates conversations even when she's tired. is she mad? she would've told you if she is. is she...

you stopped in your tracks which made hyunju stop as well. hyunju looked at you quietly, wondering why you suddenly stopped when you're four blocks away from home.

"are you jealous?" was the conclusion that you made.

hyunju managed to keep her smile inside because she's curious about how this situation will escalate.

"i'm not" hyunju said with a straight face

you were stressed, you didn't know what to do, you don't know what's running inside her mind so you're clueless abt how you're gonna assure her.

"those were just my classmates from high schoolㅡ we're not even following each other on social media iㅡ we'reㅡ i hated everyone during high school" you rapped, panicking.

you're afraid. you don't want to unintentionally hurt hyunju in any way.

hyunju smiles "you don't have to explain" she says

"huh? oh my god do you not trust me" you cried out dramatically which made hyunju chuckle

"i trust you. that's why you don't have to explain" hyunju said, holding your hand.

"i love you so much & i have the same amount of trust on you so you don't have to worry" she said

"then why are you so quiet?" you pouted, leaning your body on her as you guys walk.

"i thought you're tired & wanted to enjoy the scenery." oh right, you're the type to make your own little bubble whenever your social battery runs out.

"i thought you were mad" you said

"...me? when was i ever mad?"

"exactly. i thought tonight's the first time"

"you'd never see the first time" hyunju smiles.

hyunju hates it when other people touch her hair but she LOVES it when you experiment with different hairstyles w her hair

"baby, a package came for you" hyunju said, entering the room. you jumped out of the bed & immediately opened the package. hyunju stood behind you, resting her head on your shoulder as you open your package.

"TADAAA" you excitedly said, showing her the pastel clips & ties that you ordered.

"that'll look fantastic on you, love" hyunju genuinely said

"it'll look a lot more fantastic on you" you said with a wide smile, facing her.

hyunju's confused face slowly turned into a smile. at this point, it's a monthly activity for the both of you to style each other's hair (or usually just hyunju's)

"any requests?" you asked, brushing hyunju's hair.

now, you're sitting on the couch while hyunju's on the floor, holding the boxes of clips.

"you do you. i just want a mix of black and pink clips" hyunju said as if she's talking to a hairstylist (roleplaying is ur thing too)

"alright, pretty lady"

bonus: hyunju having a whole ig highlights of the hairstyles you gave her.

hyunju who has a habit of unconsciously giving you her first & last bite of food

you brought hyunju with you at your friend's night out. your friends are also her friends so it doesn't really matter.

during meal, you're a lot more focused on talking with your friends than eating. on the other hand, hyunju's starting with her meal already.

hyunju tapped your shoulder lightly & fed you a spoonful of her food. you ate it without looking at her nor batting an eye as if it's a normal thing between the both of you.

since you weren't eating much due to the intense topic that you're having, hyunju's basically feeding you spoonfuls from time to time.

"baby" hyunju said, trying to take your attention

"i'm full, sweetie. thank you" you told her

"last one." hyunju smiles, showing you her last spoonful of food.

"i feel like these two got an invisible private bubble with just the two of them" your friend told the other

"that bubble is probably heart-shaped" the other responded

"may this love find me" your friend says (basically begging the heavens)

hyunju's the BEST when it comes to comforting you. probably also bcs she read a lot of books to help you manage your emotions

you're curled up on the couch, staring at the wall. hyun-ju walks in, her steps were soft but deliberate, carrying a steaming mug of tea. she places it on the coffee table in front of u.

“hey..i made you chamomile. don’t argue, just drink it. i know you didn’t have lunch today.”

u didn't respond, but your eyes flicker briefly to the mug before dropping back to their lap. hyunju sits down beside u, keeping enough space to not feel imposing.

"you know, it’s okay to take time for yourself. but.." she pauses, her tone softening “locking yourself away like this isn’t helping. I can see it in your eyes—you’re not resting, you’re just… running.”

"i don’t know how to face anyone right now. It’s like… I’m not enough. No matter what I do, it’s never enough.” your voice is barely above a whisper.

hyunju leans forward, thinking.

"i read something a while ago. about how we talk to ourselves.” she said, glancing at you.

"if a friend came to you saying what you just said, would you tell them they’re not enough?” she asked

you shake your head, lips pressed together.

"exactly. so why is it okay to talk to yourself like that? why are you doing that to yourself? you don't deserve that" hyunju said, your tears threatening to fall but you didn't respond.

"you’re allowed to feel lost, but don’t let those thoughts win. they don’t know you like I do.” hyunju continued, smiling warmly at you.

"you make it sound so easy…” you said, tears pooling in your eyes.

hyunju smiles gently, reaching over to place a hand on yours.

"it's not. it'll be a rough path & it surely will be filled with tears and crazy evenings" hyunju said, sighing

"but you won't be facing them alone. i'm here, and I’m not going anywhere. so… drink your tea, and let me stay in your corner. Okay?” hyunju smiled, handing you the mug. as you take it, hyunju wraps her arms around you, making you feel protected and warm.

right there, you knew that you'll be just fine.

hyunju who's so good w words & have a very unique perspective about things which makes your late night conversations amazing

the two of you are sitting on a park bench, watching people who's doing their midnight workout at the park.

“you know what’s funny about people? we think we’re so smart, but we act on instinct most of the time. all gut reactions, fear, and hope.” hyunju suddenly speaks.

“hope is an instinct?” you raised an eyebrow

“of course. it’s survival. you think a soldier keeps moving forward because they’re brave? no. they hope the next step gets them out alive. you think someone falls in love because they’re logical? no. they hope it won’t destroy them.” hyunju nods

“so, we’re just… running on hope and instincts?” you asked, actually thinking about it.

hyunju chuckles & nods, turning to look at you.

“yeah. and you know what? that’s not a bad thing. makes us unpredictable. makes us dangerous. and…”

“it makes us human.” hyunju proudly smiles, looking at the nightsky

“sometimes you sound like a philosopher.” you said, resting your head on her shoulder.

“don’t get used to it. i’m only this deep after midnight.”

the two of you sit there a little longer, hyun-ju’s words hanging in the air like the stars above—simple but impossibly vast.

active dates. hyunju's physically active (and in this case, you're not) but you always do your best to do her favorite activities w her.

you’re both halfway up a hiking trail, and you’re already out of breath. hyun-ju stops ahead, turning to look at you with a smirk.

“you good back there? or do i need to carry you?” hyun-ju asked, her grin teasing.

“you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” you said, panting as you tried to keep up.

“maybe,” she said, grinning wider. “but you’re doing fine. come on, just a little further. the view’s worth it.”

“the things i do for you,” you muttered, trudging up the trail.

hyun-ju was waiting for you at the top, holding out her hand. “and that’s why you’re my favorite. now, let me show you why this is mine.”

she pulled you up, and as you caught your breath, the view of the valley below left you speechless.

lazy dates, ofc. hyunju considers every moment w u a date. even staying on the bed for the whole day is a date for her

the two of you are tangled in a mess of blankets, the sunlight peeking through the curtains. hyun-ju is lying on her side, propped up on one elbow, watching you scroll through your phone.

“you know this counts as a date, right?” hyun-ju said, her voice soft but playful.

“lying here doing nothing?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“yep,” she said, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “as long as i’m with you, it’s a date. simple as that.”

you rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. “you’re too easy to please, you know that?”

“maybe,” she said with a smirk, leaning in to rest her forehead against yours. “or maybe i just know how to enjoy the good stuff.”

you laughed, setting your phone aside and curling closer to her. lazy days had never felt this perfect.

protective hyunjuㅡ lowkey on army mode whenever the both of you are in a dark street. makes sure to remind you that she's capable of protecting you even if you don't expect her to.

the two of you are walking home late at night, the streetlights casting long shadows. hyun-ju is walking slightly ahead, her posture sharp and alert.

“you don’t have to keep looking over your shoulder,” you said, trying to lighten the mood.

“and you don’t have to worry, because i’m looking for both of us,” hyun-ju said, her eyes scanning the dimly lit street.

you sighed. “it’s not like anything’s going to happen.”

she glanced back at you, her expression steady but confident. “you don’t expect anything to happen. that’s why you have me.”

“you’re really pulling the ‘special forces’ card right now?” you teased.

“damn right i am,” she said, smirking but still alert. “i’ve got instincts, training, and enough muscle to make anyone regret trying something stupid. you’re safe with me. always.”

you smiled, slipping your hand into hers. “i know. thanks, captain.”

“don’t mention it,” she said, squeezing your hand gently. “but if anyone even looks at you wrong, they’re getting a lesson they won’t forget.”

doing hyunju's makeup! you love helping her w her makeup. whether yk a lot of things abt makeup or not, u just love seeing hyunju's happy smile whenever she finishes her look

hyun-ju sits cross-legged on the floor in front of you, a mirror propped up on the table and her makeup bag between you. you’re carefully applying a touch of eyeliner, your tongue sticking out in concentration.

“you’re taking this way too seriously,” hyun-ju said, her lips twitching into a smile.

“and you’re moving too much,” you said, gently tilting her chin back. “i’m trying to make you look flawless.”

“i already look flawless,” she teased, though her cheeks flushed slightly.

“yeah, yeah,” you said, rolling your eyes but smiling. “let me finish, miss ‘flawless.’”

when you finally pulled back to admire your work, hyun-ju turned to the mirror, her face lighting up.

“not bad,” she said, grinning as she checked her reflection. “you might actually put me out of a job.”

“i don’t know what i’m doing half the time,” you admitted, laughing. “but seeing you smile like that? worth it.”

hyun-ju looked at you, her grin softening into something warmer. “you’re the best, you know that?”

“obviously,” you said, smirking. “now, where’s my tip?”

she leaned in, planting a quick kiss on your cheek. “how’s that for a tip?”

“good enough,” you said, laughing as she grabbed her lipstick to finish the look.

hyunju who dries your hair after your late night shower. you can barely keep your eyes open so she asks little questions about your day to stop u from dozing off

you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, a towel wrapped around your shoulders. hyun-ju stands behind you, gently running a soft towel through your damp hair. your head keeps drooping forward, but she nudges you awake each time.

“don’t fall asleep on me,” hyun-ju said, her voice light but teasing. “you’ll wake up with a wet pillow, and then I’ll have to deal with your complaints.”

“m’not complaining,” you mumbled, eyes half-closed.

“uh-huh,” she said, smirking. “so, what did you eat today? anything that wasn’t instant noodles?”

“had a sandwich,” you muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

“a sandwich? impressive,” she said, ruffling your hair gently with the towel. “what kind of sandwich?”

“...the kind with bread,” you mumbled sleepily, earning a soft laugh from her.

“genius answer,” she said, shaking her head as she grabbed the hairdryer, switching it to a low setting. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

the warmth from the dryer and her steady hands lulled you further, but she kept asking small questions—about your favorite part of the day, whether you saw anything interesting—until she finally shut the dryer off and kissed the top of your head.

“all done,” she said softly, her voice almost lulling you to sleep completely. “go on, lie down. i’ll be right here.”

of course, drying hyunju's hair too every morning is part of your routine.

hyun-ju sits on the edge of a chair, her hair still damp from her morning shower. you stand behind her with a towel, carefully running it through her dark strands. she leans back slightly, her eyes half-closed as she enjoys the moment.

“you don’t have to do this every day, you know,” hyun-ju said, her voice soft but amused.

“and yet, here i am,” you replied, gently squeezing water out of her hair. “besides, you’d just leave it wet and call it ‘air-drying.’”

“it’s efficient,” she said with a smirk, cracking one eye open to look at you.

“it’s lazy,” you corrected, grabbing the hairdryer. “sit still, or i’ll make it worse on purpose.”

she laughed quietly but stayed put, closing her eyes again as the warm air from the dryer brushed against her skin.

“you’re good at this,” she murmured. “if you ever get tired of your day job, you could make a killing as a hairstylist.”

“i’ll stick to this one client, thanks,” you said, smiling as you gently smoothed her hair down. “she’s picky but worth it.”

hyun-ju tilted her head back to look up at you, her grin soft. “you’re lucky i like you.”

“and you’re lucky i’m patient,” you teased, finishing with one last stroke of your fingers through her now-dry hair.

“perfect as always,” she said, standing up and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before heading off. mornings didn’t start right without moments like this.

you love every morning with hyunju.

"you look amazing" you told hyunju, both of you are barely awake. waking up w hyunju every morning is what you consider a blessing. it's such a great way to start your day & you believe that a sight of her in the morning would make it impossible to ruin your day at work.

"but i just woke up?" hyunju laughed, hugging you.

"ethereal" you said, admiring her face.

hyunju got shy almost immediately, kissing your forehead. "i'll go make us some coffee" she said, sitting up.

"sounds good" you responded, drifting off to sleep once again. hyunju chuckled as she stepped out of the room.

you were sleeping soundly when you felt light taps on your shoulder & soft pats on your head.

"baby, i made breakfast" hyunju said, almost a whisper to not startle you.

"i love you" you responded, half-awake.

"i love you too so please get up, you're gonna be late" hyunju laughed at your state, kissing your shoulder.

you pulled her to the bed, unintentionally tickling each other. the room's soon filled w laughs for a solid five minutes.

"i love mornings with you" you said, caressing hyunju's cheeks

"i love my life with you" hyunju said, kissing the tip of your nose.

hyunju who was once afraid of public display of affection because of the weird stares from other ppl so you were always the one to initiate.

the two of you are walking through a crowded park, the early evening breeze carrying the hum of chatter and laughter. hyun-ju’s hands are stuffed into her jacket pockets, her shoulders slightly tense as she glances around.

you reached out, slipping your hand into hers without hesitation. “relax,” you said softly, giving her fingers a light squeeze.

hyun-ju hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting to a nearby couple, then back to you. “people are staring,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

“let them,” you said, smiling up at her. “we’re not doing anything wrong.”

she looked at you, her expression caught somewhere between apprehension and awe. “you make it look so easy.”

“that’s because it is,” you said, swinging your joined hands slightly. “besides, if they have time to stare, maybe they’re just jealous.”

hyun-ju’s lips quirked into a small smile, her shoulders relaxing as she laced her fingers more tightly with yours. “you really don’t care, do you?”

“not even a little,” you replied, leaning closer to bump her shoulder with yours. “and one day, you won’t either.”

she chuckled softly, her grip on your hand firm now. “with you around, maybe.”

the rest of the walk felt lighter, the world fading into the background as you led the way, her hand warm and steady in yours.

bonus, same prompt:

the two of you are sitting on a bench at a quiet bus stop late in the evening. hyun-ju keeps glancing at the couple across the street, who are laughing and holding hands, before quickly looking away. she fidgets with the hem of her jacket, avoiding your eyes.

you reached over and placed your hand over hers, stilling her nervous movements. “hey,” you said softly. “you’re thinking too much again.”

she let out a small sigh, her gaze still fixed on the pavement. “it’s just… people look at us differently. like we’re doing something strange.”

“who cares?” you said, giving her hand a squeeze. “we’re not doing anything wrong.”

hyun-ju hesitated, then finally looked at you. “but doesn’t it bother you? being seen as… not normal?”

you smiled, leaning closer until your shoulder brushed against hers. “we are normal. the world’s just slow at catching up.”

she blinked at you, her lips parting slightly, before a quiet laugh escaped her. “you really believe that?”

“absolutely,” you said, lacing your fingers through hers. “we’re normal, hyun-ju. and anyone who thinks otherwise? that’s their problem, not ours.”

hyun-ju’s smile grew wider, and this time, when a passerby glanced your way, she didn’t flinch. instead, she leaned closer to you, her hand firmly holding yours. “we’re normal,” she repeated, almost like a promise.

[hhughes]

⭑     …     ❝ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 ❞ ; jack hughes

𝓹airing , fem!gf!reader x jack hughes

in which jack’s gf is worried about her boyfriend and his injuries. contains some curse words. mild angst.

꒰ 𝓷ote , this has to be one of my favourite things i’ve ever written. oh to take care of jack after a rough game . . . ꒱

you release a shaky breath, the tip of your thumb between your teeth as you bite your nail nervously. the lump in your throat only grows twice the size as your eyes stay locked on the devils' bench where a trainer was talking into Jack's ear, an uneasy expression on his face as he holds his hand out so they could tape it.

there was no doubt that he was gonna go out there again. they could tell him his fingers were broken, or on the verge of falling off and he'd still want to finsish the last 5 minutes of this game. and a part of you understood that. it was the Rangers, it was the first home game after a horrible road trip and Jack wanted to finish the game off strong.

your heart remained in your throat the remaining minutes, unable to appreciate the rest of the game until the buzzer sounded, the Devils' winning 6-2. this was only Jack's 3rd game back from a previous injury that you knew he wasn't completely healed from. you had urged him to take a few more games but when the Devils' losing streak extended to 7 games, Jack had insisted that he was ready to return.

this wouldn't be the first time you're anxious over Jack playing through an injury, or getting one during the game and just acting like it never happened. nor would it be the first time the two of you would inevitably have an argument about it later. however thoughts of arguing were pushed far back when Jack and Luke made their way out of the locker room, the usual post-win spark missing from your boyfriend's eyes as he wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face in your neck.

you give Luke a quick smile over Jack's shoulder before pulling out of the hug and grabbing both of Jack's hands, unsure which one was the victim of tonight's escapades.

"I'm okay baby. It's just a little slash. they're not even broken, look," he says and wiggles his fingers in a little wave that gets him an amused little smile from Luke, one he was hoping to get from you but instead your lips pull down a little further and you pull away from his touch completely.

"This isn't funny Jack. I don't care if they're not broken, you were obviously in pain. And there was no reason for you to go out and play those last six minutes. You guys were leading by four." you try to keep your voice steady while berating him but by the way his eyes soften he probably heard the worry in your tone.

Jack sighs as his gaze moves from you to his little brother akwardly shifting around, trying to make it seem like he's not listening but obviously hearing every word.

"Let's not do this here, we can talk about it at home," Jack pleadingly states, dropping a kiss on your cheek as he interlocks your fingers and make your way towards his car, Luke trailing silently behind you two.

The silence from the drive follows the three of you into the apartment, Luke mumbling something about going to bed and you and Jack retreat to your bedroom as well.

"Are you gonna say what you wanna say or are you gonna continue throwing death glares my way the whole night?" Jack asks, exhaustion prevelent in his gaze as he takes a seat on his side of the bed.

"I'm not gonna say anything, we both know you never listen when it comes to this anyway. It's pointless, can we just go to bed please?" you say and Jack's eyes widen at the resignation in your tone.

After getting into night clothes and brushing your teeth, you and Jack lay side by side, your breathing the only sound in the room. Usually Jack would pull you closer to him by now, falling asleep the moment the smell of your shampoo fills his nose, but he's not sure you want him to touch him right now.

"This is my job. You knew how much I loved hockey when you started dating me." Jack says quietly, staring at the ceiling.

"Do you love it more than you love yourself? More than you love me?" you whisper, the words getting caught in your throat because you're afraid the answer might be yes.

"Are you asking me to choose between the sport I love and the woman I love? Because the answer would be you in every lifetime. And I'd give it up for you, but I can't promise you a little part of me won't resent you for it." Jack whispers back, the words barely audible as if that's a confession he's never even thought about, never mind verbalized.

"I'm not asking you to give it up," you answer and you hear his relieved sigh.

"I'm just asking you to love yourself a little more. Take the extra game off if you need it. Spend the last six minutes on the bench when your team is winning by 4 goals and you're injured. You only have one body Jack, and you're not going to be 22 forever, take care of it. You don't have to do everything by yourself you know? You can't win on your own, let your teammates carry some of that burden. Let me take care of you. Is that too much to ask?" you ask desperately, turning your head to look at him.

"No baby, it's not." he says, pushing himself up on one elbow so he's laying on his side and looking down at you, resting his other hand on your stomach.

"I don't want you to feel like I'm not supporting your dreams," you whisper, tearing up a little and Jack's heart squeezes tight.

"You're my number one supporter, babe. Always. I know that. It's why you're so worried about me. And I understand and I can't promise you I won't do what I did tonight ever again, because I'm me, and I'm bound to mess up, but I promise I'll try my hardest to be careful and take care of myself okay?" he says softly, kissing your tears away, and pulling you on top of him as he lays on his back.

"I love you so much," you say kissing his chest.

"I love you the most," he whispers back, squeezing you tight, as both of you drift off the sleep.

The next morning Jack leaves you sleeping in bed, and sneaks out to the kitchen where Luke's already making pancakes.

"What are you doing?" Jack asks, not bothering to say good morning.

"Giving you a head start on your apology breakfast," Luke answers and Jack can't help but feel a pang of affection for his little brother.

As much as Luke likes to pretend he was doing this to help Jack, he was really doing it to help you. Luke could see how upset you were last night and he wanted to do something nice for you.

"Aww Lukey," Jack coos ruffling Luke's hair on his way to the fridge.

"If you didn't make my sister upset every weekend, we wouldn't have to get up at this ungodly hour each time," Luke mumbles and Jack freezes at the word 'sister'.

"Sister?" Jack asks

"I uh- may or may not have accidentally saw that you ordered her ring." Luke stutters and Jack's eyes narrow.

"Saw it where?" Jack questions walking closer.

"Um-" Luke swallows nervously

"Saw it where?" Jack asks again, picking up the spoon and holding it towards Luke's throat like one would a knife.

"Jesus Jack. Fine Quinn told me." Luke admits, breathing a little easier when Jack lowers the spoon, even though it was never really that threatning.

"How the fuck does Quinn know?" Jack whisper-yells.

"Trevor told him."

"Fucking Trevor. Can never tell him shit. I'm gonna kill him," Jack replies, while Luke silently questions why Quinn and Trevor were even talking to each other.

"For what it's worth, I can't wait until she's officially part of the family. I think she's perfect for you and I'm so beyond happy for you." Luke says and Jack immediately pulls him into a bone crushing hug.

"Thank you," Jack says softly as they hear soft footsteps approaching.

"Aw," you say taking in the sight of the two brothers hugging.

"What are you doing up? You're supposed to sleep in on your off days," Jack says walking over and pulling you into his arms.

"So are you. I woke up cause your phone was ringing," you answer handing it to him.

"Who was it?" he asks, putting it on the counter without even looking at it and leaving kisses on your neck.

"Trevor," you reply

"Fucking Trevor,"

[prncessjaeger]

eren and his mystery cheerleader gf! ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

syp: no one believed eren had such a pretty gf…until now

trin speaks!: be mindful i might have errors. it’s normal.  

“so where’s your so-called "girlfriend" at? or did you make this one up too like the last time-”

“oh fuck off, connie, that was one time, and i was 12!” the rest of his friends surrounding him laughed at his embarrassment, (apparently he was the only one without a girlfriend so he made up having one…like i’m talking fake messages and everything.) currently, they were at a rival school’s basketball game since you didn’t go to their school and of course eren decided to come and support you…but his friends armin, connie, and onyankopon tagged along with him, wanting to see who his “special lady” was. “so is the game gonna start or…?” “uh, i think? it just turned 6-” armin was cut off with a set of claps and loud stomps from the side of the bleachers, cheerleaders could be heard shouting a set of words while the boys ran out through the middle of them. parents, children and other spectators could be heard yelling in excitement for the intense game that was yet to happen. 

eren looked around to spot you, finding you sitting on the bottom bleacher scrolling on your phone, and the boys traced his eyesight, “bro no way you date that girl sitting on the bottome row?” “huh?” connie pointed at you, “her? she’s toooo fine to be dating you-” “hey?! what’s wrong with me?” “-she should be dating me!” everyone around him rolled their eyes, “if anything she should date me, black love is the best love-” “right, but she’s entitled to date anyone she dates, besides we don’t know her,” armin was received with blank stares from all three of em while ignoring eren’s mumbling claims of, “i’m the one dating her,” soon or later it was halftime, which was a break time for everyone.

the dance team began to perform and all the cheerleaders went their separate ways. connie and armin went to concessions and onyankopon was talking with a girl he’d just met, so eren searched and searched for you, until he felt a pair of cold, soft hands hindering his vision. “guess whooo~”

“my beautiful baby i’d hope?” you kept his eyes covered as you moved infront of him, then removed them happily, “well you hoped right! hi eren!” you hugged him and sat next to him, leaning into his arms, “oh wait- you see our new uniforms?” “yes, its looks amazing- they added glitter to the school letters?” your curls shooks as you rapidly nodded, “yes! and the other sports coaches complained about it, wanting the letters to be unisex but i mean, glitter is glitter, and THEN the coaches made us run 5 laps before the game because someone left their bow at home, and now…” he turned towards you so he could listen to you better, and once the buzzer went off, you had to bid your goodbye, “you taking me home?” “you think you could ride home with sasha - i have the guys and i don’t wanna make it too crowded, i’ll get you once you get home?” your slight frown turned upside down and you noddied happily, “okay! see ya!” you waved enthusiastically and he waved back, sighing in content. “who’re you waving at?”

“my girlfriend?” they all stared at eren for like 5 seconds, then bursted out laughing at him, “oh man eren, you are too funny!”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

after dropping his friends off, eren sat outside your home, waiting for your arrival and decided to do something that’ll hopefully get into his friends head that he’s actually dating someone. he smirked at his phone, editing up his caption and nearly jumped hearing his car door open, seeing you in his hoodie and some cute grey shorts, “hey baby,” you kissed his cheek and saw his phone, “uhh why are you…?”

“you’ll see.”

[lovelaetter]

i need your thoughts on chaewon with a biker!gf PLEASE

i imagine the gf being a lot taller with big veiny hands perhaps g!p if you don't think that's too much...

as a chaewon size kink enjoyer, all i can say is: big YES. this girl, she gets so giggly around you, since always, all she can do is “oh i’m so small and tiny and defenseless i wish i had a strong tall big gf to protect me ooh” kinda pick me? yes but it’s not her fault you need to understand she is thinking with her pussy, okay? and it worked because look, you’re dating !!

very proud of you with the whole biker thing. she doesn’t know much about the mechanics but she learns a lot with you, listens carefully to everything you say, loves to see you so excited about it. i will have to go for the cliche leather jacket biker here just to say she steals yours a lot to the point you just bought her one and she keeps stealing yours because “it’s comfier”, also, because of that and because of how easy it is to find her around town carrying her helmet under her arm or just hanging around your bike at the parking lot people often think it’s hers and jesus christ you don’t wanna be one of the poor unfortunate souls that ask her something about it because she will open this smile and start “actually, i’m glad you asked, my girlfriend-” like her annoying ass can’t stop yapping about you… unless it’s a weird man then she will sense that from far away and just pick her phone and text you “babe, are gonna be mad if i get some blood on the helmet? there’s this guy…” but its not like she will need to do it because she got the strong big tall gf she wanted so she can play the defenseless princess all the time around you.

overall, big turn on for her, she’s all for the aesthetic too, loves to sneak a few pics of you and you both together all the time on her insta, her mind 100% like “hehe the tiktok girlies will love this one”, she’s so silly. not to mention how she loves to go on late night rides on a highway with you where she can do nothing but wrap her arms around you and rest her face on your back, feeling the wind hit her body, she will never say no to this, in fact will beg to go with you. and you make a stop at this spot that is so beautiful during nighttime, just you two, hugging her from behind, talking nonsense, laughing… everything is romantic, babe. but let’s not pretend she isn’t the one to ruin said moments by asking suddenly to go home, looking up and blinking her adorable eyes at you just because she got too horny to handle it, like yeah, who would thought the bike’s vibrations would go straight to her pussy haha who would imagine that don’t even accuse her of such thing. horny gremlin chaewon.

now let me me talk about size a bit because i want to and i can this is my blog. she loves how you tower over her easily, no she’s not making fuck me eyes, she simply has to look up at you like that! still on the late night rides things, loves when you are just as horny as her and can’t even wait to get inside her apartment, will press your body against hers right there at the garage of her building, shushing her cries with kisses as your fingers find their way inside her with no care if someone walks in or about the cameras, it’s okay, it’s dark and no one can see her there, you cover her up just fine and all she has to do is be quiet.

obsessed with your hands, she totally compares hands sizes, all the time, it makes her knees weak how easy it is for you wrap her waist with them and do so many things with her body, throw her around and in the way you like best, bounce her up and down your cock, she doesn’t have to do a thing but be there like a toy and it’s so good, everything she ever wanted.

[user9298274001127482]

Bad Mood

pairing: bf!matt x gf!reader

a one-shot where matt goes over to y/n’s place but he’s had a bad day and takes it out on her

warnings: slight angst but mostly fluff

9:00pm

You were currently at your apartment waiting for Matt to come over so the two of you could watch a movie and have a sleepover. You and Matt usually had 2-3 sleepovers a week, sometimes at his place and sometimes at yours.

You both already had each others house keys so you were just waiting for him in your bedroom. You hear keys jangling and footsteps coming closer to your bedroom.

The bedroom door opens and you see Matt. He’s in grey sweats and a black hoodie and he has a frown on his face which you don’t notice at first. “Hey” You stand up and walk over to greet him. You wrap your arms around his neck and lean in to kiss him. He dodges the kiss.

“Hey” he mumbles before walking over to ur bed and sitting up leaning against the bedhead. He scrolls on his phone and doesn’t even look at you. Matt never doesn’t kiss you. Why was he acting so weird?

You settle into warm sheets next to him but not cuddling or touching him in any way. “There’s this new movie on Netflix that seems like something we would like, do you wanna watch now or later?” You ask with a smile on your face in excitement. His eyes are still glued to his phone and he definitely heard you. “Does it look like I wanna watch a movie?” He asks referring to him scrolling on Tiktok.

“Oh sorry” you reply in denial of how weird he was acting. A few minutes go by and he’s still mindlessly scrolling, you re adjust closer to him and link your arm with his and rest ur chin on his shoulder. “Can I watch with you?” you ask glancing at the video on his phone.

“Can you get off me” he moves his shoulder and unlinks his arm, “And just watch tiktok on ur phone” he says. You feel like you’re gonna cry just because he pushed you off him but you decide to ask him why he’s in a mood.

“Why are you in such a bad mood?” you blurt out and watch him turn his phone off and look at you. “Why am I in such a bad mood? Not my fault your so goddamn clingy all the time, the second I come in here your all over me asking for kisses and hugs, just let me breathe a little gosh” he huffs and rolls his eyes.

“Well you’ve never had a problem with it till now I’m sorry I didn’t-“ “Just shut the fuck up making excuses and shit, all you do is just piss me off I don’t even know why I came over, your so annoying to be around” He raises his voice.

annoying? You think, tears are welling up in your eyes now, how could your own boyfriend think you were annoying? “Okay well if I’m so annoying why don’t you just go home?” you say holding back tears. He gets off the bed and storms off.

A few seconds later you exit your bedroom to go to the living room and Matt’s already left, or so you thought. You don’t hold back your tears anymore and let them fall and dampen your cheeks. Right as your about to sit on the couch you turn around to see Matt, he’s still here putting his shoes on.

You immediately attempt to wipe your tears not wanting him to see you like this. He’s looking at you with guilt of making you cry and lashing out on you. “Oh y/n….” he looks at you as he walks over. He pulls you into his arms. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to make you cry” He says as he lifts ur chin up so your eyes meet. He brushes his fingertips under your eyes wiping the tears for you.

“Am I really annoying? I’m sorry I don’t try to- “No no trust me I love you and I love how clingy you are. You could never annoy me baby I was just in a bad mood and took it out on you. I’m so sorry” he says peppering kisses on your cheek.

“Okayyy but If I am annoying you tell me, I don’t wanna make you upset” you say looking at the floor. “Cmon as if you could ever annoy me” he smirks and squishes your face with his hands making you giggle.

You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his chest. “I love you” he says while playing with your hair. “I love you too, now can I get my kiss? You know…the one you dodged?” you playfully roll your eyes.

“Yeah you can get a million kisses to make up for it” He pushes you onto the couch so your laying down and he climbs on top of you, peppering kisses all over your face, lips and neck. “I love you so much” He continues kissing you.

[star-girl69]

giving the people what they want 🙏

warnings: ofc swearing and yes we get VERY freaky yet AGAIN, y/n refers to herself as kk’s controversially young gf bc i think it’s funny, deal w it

—-

you: babe we should do this trend

kk: yes come over

kk: don’t even have to film it i’ll do it for free

you: i know u wanna kiss me 💋

kk: i think that’s obvious

you: no it’s a tik tok sound

kk: ok great come over and kiss me

you: ok… calm down… i’m coming

kk: really???

you: what is wrong with u.

kk: i’m sorry plz forgive me ma’am

—-

you: come over

kk: yes i’m omw

you: amazing response time btw

—-

YOU: WHWN THEY CALLED OFF THE CIRCUS BURNED THR DISCO DOWN WHEN THEY SENT HOME THE HORSED AND THE RODEO CLOWNS IM STILL OM THAT TIGHTROPE IM STILL TRYING EVERYTHING TO GET U LAUGHINF AT ME AND IM STILK A BELIEVER BUT I DONT KNOW WHY IVE NEVER BEEN A NATURAL ALL I DO IS TRY TRY TRY IM STILL ON THAT TRAPEZE IM STILK TRYING EVERYTHING TO KEEP U LOOKING AF ME

kk: is this taylor swift?

you: omg u got it right?? i’m so proud ❤️

kk: i learned from the best 💪

—-

you: why do u have no food in ur apartment

kk: ?? we have food

you: literally here rn and u don’t

kk: me and laila went shopping yesterday babe

you: *laila and i

kk: same thing

kk: i’m sure u can find something

you: i cant and im starving

kk: baby there’s food

you: i’m never eating again bye

you: i hate u healthy freaks

you: buy potato chips like normal ppl

kk: okay baby

…

you: i was hangry im sorry

kk: i figured 😂 no worries babe

kk: did u eat?

you: yes i had to doordash tho

kk: 🙄

—-

kk: i love u

you: PLEASE DONT KYS

kk: what????

you: i’m sorry it’s an automatic response

you: i love u too ❤️

kk: u confuse me sometimes

you: then i’m succeeding at being ur controversially young gf who’s references u don’t understand 🫡

—-

you: do u hate me?

kk: no ofc not

you: are u sure?

kk: yes i’m sure where is this coming from babe?

you: u let go of my hand earlier ☹️

kk: babe are u fr rn?

you: bye u hate me ok i’ll just see myself out

kk: and i’ll just drag u right back in bc i don’t hate u

kk: when did i even let go of ur hand?

you: when u were adjusting the bags ☹️

kk: ok so

kk: i let go of ur hand for one second to adjust the shopping bags i was carrying for u and u think i hate u?

you: yes exactly

you: do u?

kk: i love u my very clingy girl 😂

—-

kk: what is aura?

you: like aura points or the actual metaphysical thing

you: pls use it in a sentence

kk: “this dance is giving u negative aura points”

you: ok translation: doing this dance makes u look like a fucking loser

you: basically it’s like coolness

you: like if i tell someone “outfit gives u +1000 aura points” i’m basically saying like ur fit ate

kk: oh i see

kk: thank u baby

you: controversially young gf to the rescue 🫡

kk: u do realize ur not that much younger than me right

kk: like it’s not controversial

you: can u let me have this.

kk: okay baby ur my controversially young gf

you: thank u very much ❤️

—-

you: stop cheating on me.

kk: excuse me?

kk: i’m literally standing across from u. we’re in the same room right now

you: tell that bitch to back off before i do

kk: are u jealous?

you: obviously not. come here now

you: please

kk: yes ma’am

kk: i don’t even know who ur talking about btw

you: the blonde?

kk: i was genuinely too busy looking at u to notice

—-

you: omg this is so us.

kk: it’s a deer and a raccoon??

you: u just don’t get it…

kk: what is there to get

you: see the deer is me and u are the raccoon and the raccoon is hugging and kissing the deer

you: bc like ur so clingy

kk: unfortunately that makes sense

—-

you: i miss you

kk: yeah baby?

you: please come over

kk: i cant rn babe

you: please baby i miss u so muchhhh

kk: i’m sorryyyy sweetheart

kk: i’ll see what i can do but probably in an hour yeah?

you: that’s too long

you: come over now

kk: i’m sorry babe i cant

you: please caroline

you: i need you

kk: 30 mins

you: i need u really badly though…

kk: 20 minutes i promise

you: caroline please i really really need u rn

you: u know where i need u

kk: be there in 5

—-

[carolmunson]

in the still of the night

soft!gf!reader x depressed!eddie

became a woman posessed and decided i needed to write something about taking care of my baby cow eyes sad bf. tw: as always, minors dni. themes of depression/mess. mention of minor character death. reader wears eddie's clothes. some suggestive language. showering together.

Steve called for a check-in just to call you right after, said he'd offer to drive. You peek into the darkened trailer, hearing the scratch of the record player in the living room. Too tired and achey to make it to his bed last night and too defeated to leave the couch all day today -- not even to flip The Animals record to the B-side. Rain patters on the tin roof, curtains drawn but not thick enough to keep out the gray light from spilling in through the bare threads of years of use. He faces the back cushions, hugging a pillow, knees tucked under the bottom. A kid in his adult disguise, he always gets like this around the anniversary of his mom's passing. You ease in, lightly closing the storm door behind you. The soft gray glow in the kitchen leaves you a little sullen. Half done dishes on a rag on the counter -- two smashed glasses scattered across the tile. Evidence of his frustration part way through the task, you can practically hear his desperate 'I don't wanna do this,' while he threw them. You let out a breath through your nose silently, noting the piles of laundry on the table by the washing machine across from the living room. He hadn't let you come over in a couple weeks, it's clear why now. When you tip toe onto the brown shag carpeting by the record player you ease the needle off the disc. The steady rise and fall of his back and shoulders aids your next move. You clear off the McDonald's bags from nights of fast food off the coffee table like a mouse, making sure not to crinkle anything too much. You don't want to stir him. Once clear, you walk around it, taking a seat on the edge of the couch by his feet -- hand reaching out to run comfortingly over his back. "Hi baby," you say softly, "It's me." He stirs, looking down to see you there, confused. He looks down at himself, same pajamas he's had on for three days, unshowered, unshaven. He's embarrassed, he never let's you see him when he's like this. Eddie's face crumples when the realization sets in -- it's not a dream and you're there, seeing his filthy trailer, seeing what happens when he's not okay. You're not supposed to see this, even when you're so sweet on him every time you do.

"What's goin' on, bub?" you ask in just above a whisper, "What're you thinkin' about?" His brows pull in, jaw getting tight when his nose starts to tingle with the start of a cry. His eyes water, shining in the light of the overcast through the threadbare curtains. One hiccup turns to two, and then he starts. "S'just been hard," he sniffles, "I'm just havin' a h-hard time." "I know," you soothe, still rubbing his back, "It's that time of year." "You sh-shouldn't be here," he shakes his head, shoulders shaking while the sobs start to over take him, "You kn-know I'm not like th-this." "Shh, I know, I know," you coo, climbing into the space between him and the back of the couch, squishing over him slightly, "I can help. I wanna help." He welcomes your body along his, you manuever so he's partly atop you, replacing the pillow with your torso. His face finds home in the crook of your neck, while you scratch at the top of his scalp the way he likes it.

"You smell good," he says wetly into your skin. "Thank you," you whisper. You both lay there for a little bit, letting him cry, letting him listen to the rain while it picks up outside. The living room gets a darker while the storm rolls further through the park and evening sets in. He settles after some time, your neck and shouler damp with his tears.

"I'm sorry," he says when he sits up part way, "I'm sorry you're seeing me like this...again." "I will always rather see you like this than any worse alternative," you smile at him, "I get like this too, you never make me apologize." "I know but I -- " "No buts," you shake your head, sitting up right to lean down and kiss him on the forehead, "Why don't you put a movie on and I'll take care of that laundry?" "No, no, you're not -- you're not doing my laundry," he says with an annoyed huff, "I can do it -- it's fine." "I want to," you assure, wiping at his cheek with your thumb when frustrated desperate tears start to spill from the pool in his eyes again. "It's not -- fuck babe, it's not your job. You don't have to take care of me," he complains, "I'm okay. I'm fine." "I don't think you're fine," you shrug, tilting your head to looking at him. His cheeks redden, you can tell he's stressed -- embarrassed to be crying in front of you, embarrassed by the mess. The rise and fall of his shoulders quicken while he takes stock of what needs to be done around him. "Hey, hey, look at me," you encourage, your palm skating over his stubbled cheek, "How about I do some laundry and if it makes you feel better you can take out the trash. Does that work?" "Angel, I don't want you doin' my --" "Would you like it better if I did your laundry...naked?" you smirk. He huffs a soft breathy laugh, a smile pulling on his while he wipes his eyes. "There he is," you murmur, "There's that smile I like so much." He sniffles, collecting himself for a minute before looking back up at you with sleepy, puffy eyes, "You don't have to do my laundry naked." "I can if you want," you offer with a joking grin, "If it'll make you happy." "You being here makes me happy," he whispers, "But I know you're just as stubborn as me so I'll let you start the laundry, but you're not doing all of it." "Okay," you nod, "And after I start the laundry I'll get the kitchen together f--" "Don't push it," he warns, leaning forward to leave a loving kiss on your cheek. You ease up off the couch, offering your hand to help him up. He creaks the way old men do, men who have seen too much before they were supposed to. He's unsteady when he stands, stiff with dehydration and lack of movement beyond the shuffle to the bathroom from the couch. Eddie pulls you into him, your face nuzzling his uncle's army tee softened from so many years of washing. Your arms wrap tight around him, thinking if you squeeze him enough it'll remind him that he's here with you and not wherever his mind keeps taking him. "Let's take a shower," you mumble against him, "We'll go slow."

"Am I gross?" he asks with a frown, you can hear his heart beat quicken from under his ribcage.

"No, but you'll feel a little better. I think, at least," you arms fall, hands sliding down to his, "I'll wash your hair for you." He loves that. "Okay," he nods, big brown eyes rounding -- admitting defeat, letting you lead the way he prefers to. The heat soothes his skin, the sharp twang in his muscles, the tension in his neck. He breathes in the steam, taking handfuls of water and splashing his face with it despite the sting. It's a hurt that feels good. That feels earned. You let him get a head start, a few moments alone to let the water heal whatever you can't. In the mean time, while he's not looking, you sweep up the glass in the kitchen and start a load of laundry. He knows you, his face a poster of unsurprised annoyance when you finally make it into the shower with him. "I know you cleaned," he says softly. "You love me anyway," you shrug, stepping close to press yourself against him -- skin hot from the water. "I do love you anyway," he nods, voice gruff and sleep soaked, crying vocal chords begging for something more. You suds him up, letting the water hit you in a waterfall as you step ahead. His eyes shut, heavy breaths taking over from crying while he relaxes further into your touch. He hums when you wash his hair, letting you baby him in a way he never was as a kid. You comb out his curls when they're wet with conditioner, massaging his scalp when you let it set in. He's always a little disappointed when it's over -- he'd offer to pay you to keep going. His bedroom is not in dissaray the way other parts of the trailer are. He never leaves mess where his guitars stay, where the amps are, it's the only place there needs to be order. You both step in with towels on, it's chilly from the window being left open, goosebumps raising on both of you at the wind. He still has some clean pajamas in his dresser, enough for both of you to wrap yourselves up in. He loves you like this, hot skin and refreshed, water still clinging to your eyelashes. The washing machine buzzes and you both turn, his hand reaching out to your shoulder when you go to switch it out. "Hey," he pleads, "I said you could start it, that's it." "Then come switch it out with me," you say, "Let's do it together. That's what I'm here for." A heartfelt smile flickers over his features, eyes shining with tears again from the shake up in emotions from your arrival in general. "Okay," he nods. You both pad in socked feet to the main living space, dressed in PJs in the middle of the early evening. The glow of the overhead lamp catches his wet hair, the glint of his silver chain, the wet slick of his lips. You switch out the laundry while he puts in another load, shutting the top down door with a tinny thud. You hoist yourself on it, legs dangling above the tile, heels rumbling against the cream coated metal. It's not long before his hands reach your thighs, leaning forward to catch you in a gentle kiss. "Thank you," he mumbles against your lips, "Again." "Anytime," you whisper, kissing him back, "Always."

[hopelesslydevoted2paige]

Could you do Nika Mühl x short gf where the fem is at a bar with the team and stuff and fem gets lost and Nika can’t find her and it’s all fluff

EYE ON YOU || NIKA MÜHL

summary: nika has a hard time finding your short figure at the bar.

pairings: nika mühl x fem!reader

word count: 380

warnings: use of y/n like once or twice, cursing

authors notes: hi anon thanks for this request!! i lowkey hate the writing of this one but i hvent posted in so looong. i promise ill get back to writing again!

“Are you sure you’re okay with being here?” Nika held your hand and faced you. “Not tired or anything?”

You shake your head. “I’m fine, you deserve to celebrate. Now come on!” You drag her inside with a grin on your face.

The smile on her face widens as she follows you inside.

Once she spots her teammates, she immediately grabs a drink and engages in their conversation.

After a few minutes, you decide to get a drink at the bar and let her have fun with her teammates. Maybe it was also because you had no idea what they were talking about.

As you sipped on your drink and made your way back to Nika, someone tapped on your shoulder.

“Y/N?” You turned around, making eye contact with one of your roommates from college.

“Oh my god!” You laugh and pull her into a hug. “How have you been?”

She grins. “Good! What have you been up to lately?”

As you guys were catching up, Nika didn’t even seem to notice you were gone until one of her teammates pointed it out.

“What? She’s right-“ She turns to where you were seated and realizes that you were in fact, not there.

“I’m gonna go look for her. I’ll be back.” She places her drink down and stands up.

“Fuck, did I drink that much?” She mumbles to herself as she tried to look for your short figure.

Once she spots the top of your head, she sighs in relief and walks over to you.

“Y/N!” You turn to the direction of your girlfriend’s voice and wave at her.

“I’ll get going. Nice seeing you again!” Your friend smiles politely and makes her way back to the bar.

You lean into Nika’s touch as she wraps her arms around your body and places her head on your shoulder.

She kisses your neck and cheek. “I missed you.”

You giggle at how clingy she was. “Are you drunk?”

“Hmm, not yet.” She grins and kisses your neck again, not wanting to let go of you.

“Wanna go home?” She mumbles into your neck.

You nod. “Let’s go say bye to them.”

She whines like a little kid. “Do we have to?”

“Come on Nika, it’s rude not to.”

She sighs and gives in. “Okay fine.”

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Angel Dust: "I want some personal deets on you, Vaggisaurus, it's about damn time! All I know from LIVING with ya is spears and lesbianism! Give me a fun fact or something! Bra size! Girth! Anything!!!"

Husk: "Anything BUT the fucking sizes PLEASE."

Vaggie: "Sure I'll tell you about my inches."

Angel Dust: "For real!?"

Vaggie: "Why not."

Angel Dust: "WOOO YEAH THAT'S THE FREINDSHIP SPIRIT! SPILL!"

Husk: "If you do so will my fucking stomach-"

Vaggie: "Every inch of me is filled with love for my girlfriend."

Angel Dust: "...."

Angel Dust: "There's not many inches TO ya though, is there toots?"

Husk: "Ah shit."

Vaggie: "....true."

Angel Dust: "Wh- wait where'd that thing come fr-"

Vaggie: "So I guess there's no point in me even trying to be the bigger person here, is there Angel Dust."

Angel Dust: "NAW NAW THERE'S A POINT-"

Husk: "Well there fucking is now."

Vaggie: "Why don't I measure you with this handy spear. You know. Just to make sure."

Angel Dust: "I WAS KIDDIN' I WAS KIDDIN'!!! IF YA DON'T GOT HOMEGROWN INCHES THEN STORE BOUGHT IS FINE TOO!"

Husk: "True."

Angel Dust: "SEE?? DICKS OR DILDOS OR HIGH HEELS- WHATEVER! YOU DO YOU! Or you do her! Or have her do ya while you're wearing-"

Vaggie: "Cut yourself off right there before I do it for you."

Husk: "Maybe just go ahead and cut him down to size anyway."

Angel Dust: "Not the hair though right!?"

Vaggie: "I'll start with a little off the top-"

Angel Dust: "NOT THE HAIR!!! And I ain't no top!! Go aim at Whiskers if you wanna trim one!"

Husk: "WHAT!?"

Vaggie: "He could use a shave..."

Husk: "Fuck off!"

Angel Dust: "YESSSS. GET HIS SCRUMPTIOUSLY SCRUFFY ASS!"

Husk: "And don't YOU come any fucking closer!"

Vaggie: "Flank him."

Angel Dust: "Oh baby it's, MAKE OVER TIMEEEEE!"

Husk: (HISS)

Charlie: "Hey everyone! I'm ho- mooooo....."

Husk & Vaggie & Angel Dust: "........."

Charlie: "....Is uh, is everything going okay?"

Husk & Vaggie & Angel Dust: "......"

Charlie: "Wh, Vaggie, why are you and Angel pinning Husk to the bar counter...?"

Vaggie: "Charlie! You're back!!" (drops spear) (hugs gf)

Husk & Angel Dust: "..."

Vaggie: "I've missed you so much sweetie~ Our shitty friends are great and all, but they're not the same as you."

Charlie: "Oh Vaggie~ I'm sorry I was gone a whole hour! I missed you toooooo~"

Husk & Angel Dust: "....."

Angel Dust: "... ya know. Guess it makes sense."

Husk: "Fucking what does."

Angel Dust: "Them. Always all sweet and snuggly. She's so small, right? Only can hold so much girlfriend at time yeah?"

Husk: "So what?"

Angel Dust: "So of course she's always gotta be getting herself topped off-"

Husk: "Don't."

Angel Dust: "-with a little more Charlie lovin'-"

Husk: "I will motherfucking bop you with her spear."

Angel Dust: "Ooooh~ Mee-ow~ Go on daddy, ya can bop my brains out anytime~"

Husk: "Ugh."

[goldfades]

hi my love! can i request a little something of paige comforting her gf through a hard time? i’ve had a rlly tough semester and my car just died so im rlly going through it rn 🥲🥲🩷🩷 i love u and ur writing sm <3333

𝐏𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐀 & 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ─ PB⁵

─ word count | 412

─ warnings | literally nothing but fluff!!!!!!!!

─ ev's notes | hey my love!!! im so so so sorry that your semester has not been the best but i hope summer treats you so much better, and i hope you enjoy!!! i love u sm more, mwha mwah mwah. also this is really short, kinda like a comfort fic type vibe but i hope u enjoy it nonetheless!!!!!!!!

PAIGE'S ARMS ENVELOPED you in a tight hug, feeling the stress of the last week melt into her.

You fought the urge to cry because you were so insanely grateful for your girlfriend. She had been gone for the week because of a series of away games, but now she was back, and her presence brought you comfort like nothing else could. You buried your face in her shoulder, inhaling her familiar perfume, letting the warmth of her embrace chase away the tension that had been building inside you.

Paige's arms tightened around you, her fingers gently tracing soothing patterns on your back. "I missed you so much," she murmured, her voice soft and filled with warmth.

"I missed you too," you admitted, your voice slightly muffled against her shirt. "It's been a rough week without you here."

She pulled back slightly, cupping your face in her hands and searching your eyes with her own. "I'm here now," she said firmly. "I'm sorry, baby. I know it's been hard but I'm here for you always."

You nodded, feeling a rush of relief wash over you at her words. "I know," you replied, your voice wavering slightly with emotion. "And having you back makes everything better."

Paige smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face. "Well, I'm not going anywhere," she reassured you, her gaze unwavering. "We'll get through this together."

You leaned into her touch, feeling the weight of the world lift off your shoulders in her presence. "I love you," you whispered, the words spilling out effortlessly.

"I love you too," she replied, her voice filled with tenderness. "You hungry?"

"Not really, I just had-"

She furrowed her eyebrows as she met your gaze, observing your expression before she shook her head. "Nah, you're hungry. What do you wanna eat, baby?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at her persistence. "Okay, maybe I could eat a little something," you admitted, grateful for her caring nature.

"Let's see..." Paige thought for a moment. "How about we order in? Or I can make us some pasta, or we could go for pizza if you're feeling something more indulgent."

"Pizza sounds great," you replied, the corners of your mouth turning up into a smile. "And maybe some wings too?"

Paige grinned, her eyes lighting up at the suggestion. "Wings it is," she agreed, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips before pulling out her phone to place the order.

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[simonrileysfavteacup]

Surprises

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x gf!reader

Word count: 800

Warnings: none, fluff :)

Summary: Simon won't be home for Christmas, or will he?

Simon called you, the day before Christmas, Christmas Eve, when he finally got access to his phone, saying he wouldn’t be home. The mission he was on was taking too long and they needed him. You were disappointed, of course, but you shrugged it off. You knew he worked hard. It was okay. 

You laid back with a mug of cocoa in hand, sitting on the couch, plush blanket wrapped around you. You were watching the Grinch, but the Jim Carrey version. You were at peace, cozy, comfortable, and happy. Even if Simon wasn’t there. 

You were halfway through the movie before the doorbell rang. You set down your mug, tossing your blanket onto the couch. You straighten your shirt, heading to the door. This is the first time you don’t look through the peephole. You should’ve. 

You pull the door open.

There he was. 

Full gear. Mask still on. Guns still strapped into their holsters. 

Lieutenant S. Riley sewn on a patch on his black vest. 

On one knee. For you. Velvet small box in his hand. 

Tears sting the corners of your eyes. You can barely hear your own voice, “S-si?”

“Hi lovie,” you can practically hear the smirk on his face. “Know I said I wouldn’ be home…but had somethin’ to do. Practically begged Price to let me go. Big guy understood, I mean, he knows how hard it is to surprise your girl. Had something super important to ask ya’.”

There’s no way this was happening. You couldn’t believe it. 

“‘his wasn’t how I planned i’. Always wan’ed to take you out to a beach or shit an’ sayin’ all that romantic shi’. But ‘ere we are. Couldn’t wait any longer. You’re too beautiful and I wanna be yours foreve’. You’re too kind to me to let anyone else have ya. You’re absolutely perfect, lovie. Absolutely perfect,” you can tell he’s smiling. “You make m’ life so much better. I wanna marry you, lovie. I do. Please. So, will ya? Will ya marry this old sack o’ balls?”

Your mind is clouded. Your eyes filled with so many tears, you can’t even see him anymore. Your hands are clasped against your chest. 

“L-lovie?” Simon panics. He thinks the tears on your cheeks mean no. He gulps. “Say somethin’. Please?”

Before he can get another word out, you throw your arms around him, crashing into him. You wrap your legs around his torso, hands cupping the back of his head. He stumbles, almost dropping the ring. He gets onto both knees now, both hands stroking your back, holding you flush against him. He sighs in relief. 

He stands up, carrying both of you back into the apartment. He shuts the door with his foot, still holding you against him, your legs still wrapped tightly around his waist, head tucked into the crook of his neck. 

When you finally pull away, the tears are still streaming down your cheeks. Simon wipes them away with his free hand, the other still secured around you, holding the ring box. “You’re serious?”

“‘Course, I am, lovie. Spend the rest of your life with me, please,” he practically begs as he lowers you down to the ground.

You tear up again, smile so big it covers half your face. “Of course, I will.” 

He pulls you into his chest, hugging you so tight you think you’ll be crushed. He pulls off his mask and balaclava, kissing your temple, cheek, neck, and any other exposed skin he can find. 

The two of you stand in each other’s embrace for a few more minutes before he finally pulls way, kissing your cheek one last time. He opens the box, a large oval cut diamond staring back at you. He slips the ring onto your finger. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you wipe your tears before more come flooding down. “This is so much. One minute, I’m sitting on my couch watching the Grinch and the next, I’m getting engaged to you?!”

“’S insane, I know, lovie. Bu’ I had to surprise you. Price gave me the okay to leave 4 days ‘go. Didn’t wanna show up ‘till tonight, couldn’t ruin my surprise,” he gives you a cheeky smile before kissing your cheek. “Now, can ya stop cryin’ so I can get a nice pic of me an’ my girl, no, my fiance, to send to the boys?” 

You giggle, wiping your tears as he leads you back to the couch, stripping his gear off on the way. He sits down next to you, pulls out his phone and snaps a selfie of you two before sending it off to the Task Force group chat with the caption ‘My beautiful fiancé.’

(Little photo for reference)