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forest-hashira · 7 months ago

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Biblically Accurate

hi guys!!! i wrote this as an entry for my anniversary/200 follower milestone collab event! i have at least one more entry planned for myself, and a few other people are writing/drawing things as entries as well! you can find the event masterlist here. anyways, i hope you guys enjoy this silly goofy little thing 💜

read on ao3 | wc: ~3.1k | cw: gender neutral reader (no pronouns, reader is dressed as a female character for halloween), bickering/banter/teasing, slight hint of jealous gojo, can be interpreted as pre-relationship or fully platonic

“You’re really not putting any more effort into your costume?” you asked, looking Shoko over and eyeing the white sheet draped over her arm as you passed her your hand mirror to hold. You were in the common area of the dorms with her, Nanami, and Haibara, the three of you putting the finishing touches on your costumes.

“Nope,” Shoko confirmed, accepting the mirror and holding it in her lap as you sat down, pulling out your small set of face paints. “Gojo told me my only options were a ghost or a sexy nun.”

“Not even a regular nun?”

She shook her head. “He said if I showed up dressed like a “musty old lady” nun he would refuse to be seen with me.” The way she used air quotes and an exaggerated expression of disgust around the description made you roll your eyes, despite your smile; that sounded just like your senpai.

“I don’t blame you for picking the ghost, then.”

“Thank you.” Shoko smiled at you, popping a piece of gum into her mouth with her free hand; she’d been trying to quit smoking – on campus, at least – since she’d gotten busted by Yaga so many times already this school year.

Setting your face paints and brushes down on the table beside Shoko, you stood again, grabbing a few paper towels and filling a small glass with water to clean off your brushes when you were finished. You glanced over at your classmates as you walked back to your seat, smiling a bit to yourself as you saw Haibara gushing over Nanami’s costume.

Doing group costumes by year had been Gojo’s idea, though he insisted the themes needed to be kept secret for each group. Hearing Shoko say what her options apparently were gave you some idea what your upperclassmen had chosen as their theme, but you wouldn’t know until the other boys arrived; you just hoped they weren’t too late, since you knew Gojo was the only way any of you would be able to get into the party he had insisted you all needed to attend. You didn’t have a lot of particular feelings about going to the party, but the idea of getting to spend time with everyone was really nice, since it was rare that all six of you were in Tokyo at the same time and not occupied by other things.

“What theme did you guys go with, anyway?” Shoko asked, as you sat back down and gestured for her to hold the mirror up for you. “You can’t possibly all be from the same movie or something.”

“We’re not,” you confirmed, wetting your brush and lightly tapping off the excess water before dipping into the red paint. “We’re all from different Ghibli movies.”

“That’s your theme?”

You carefully traced the outline of the first triangle under your eye. “All of our characters are royalty.” You paused, considering for a moment, then added, “Well, sort of.”

“Sort of?” Shoko arched a brow at your words.

“Yeah, sort of,” you said, filling in the first triangle and outlining the second. “Haibara is actually royalty. He’s Prince Arren, from Tales from Earthsea. The movie came out this year, it’s what made him suggest the theme in the first place.” The brush was dipped back in the red paint, then the second triangle filled in. “I’m San from Princess Mononoke.” You went quiet for a moment, moving your hair apart a bit on your forehead to give yourself space to paint the final triangle. “And Nanami is Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle. He’s not technically royalty, but he has a castle.”

Glancing over your shoulder at your classmates to make sure they weren’t listening, you leaned in closer to Shoko. “It was Haibara’s suggestion,” you said, much quieter than before. “I think he just wanted to see Nanami with earrings on and his hair down.”

She grinned at your words, both of you only managing to stifle a laugh because right then was when Gojo and Geto decided to make their grand entrance. Geto wore a pair of comfortable looking red pants, a simple black long sleeve shirt, and a red jacket on top. There was a headband with two small red horns atop his head, and a little plastic pitchfork in his hand, and when you glanced down, you saw a red, pointed tail hanging off the back of his pants; clearly he was going as a – the? – devil.

Even without the context of Geto’s costume, it would’ve been hard to mistake what Gojo was supposed to be. The flowy white shirt, white jeans, feathery white wings – which were larger than they really had the right to be – fixed to his back, and the silver halo headband atop his fluffy white hair making it obvious that he was an angel. He was without his dark sunglasses for once, presumably because they didn’t go with the rest of the ensemble he wore.

“No need to worry everyone, your favorite Tokyo Jujutsu High students have arrived!” Gojo announced with a wide, mischievous grin. Behind him, you saw Geto roll his eyes, even if there was a faint hint of a smile on his lips, too.

“You are not my favorite student,” Shoko and Nanami said in unison, completely by accident. You bit your lip to keep from chuckling at the coincidence, but you lost that battle when you saw the indignant look on Gojo’s face.

The sound of your laughter pulled his attention from your friends, and he scowled as he looked at you, though really it looked more like a pout. “What are you laughing at?” he groused.

“You,” you answered simply, grinning at him. “It’s funny how bent out of shape you get when someone tells you you’re not their favorite.”

He jutted out his bottom lip, crossing his arms over his chest. You could tell he wanted to argue, but was apparently having a hard time coming up with any sort of witty retort. “Whatever,” he said eventually. “What are you supposed to be, anyway? You’ve got red all over your face.”

You just rolled your eyes at him. “I’m San,” you told him, turning back to face the mirror Shoko still held for you, putting the final touches on your face paint.

“Who?”

“The wolf girl from the movie that came out a while back, right?” Geto asked. “Princess of something, I think…”

“Princess Mononoke, yeah!” Haibara chirped, grinning. “I’m surprised you knew, it feels like not a lot of people have seen it.”

“Because they haven’t,” Gojo said, rolling his eyes. “People only see the good Ghibli movies.”

Irritated, you dropped the paintbrush in the glass of water you’d gotten to clean it off. You turned back to face him, a scowl deep on your face. “All Studio Ghibli movies are good ones,” you snapped, barely refraining from calling him names. “If you can’t understand or appreciate the deeper themes in the movies, you can just say that.”

“What themes?” he asked, looking a bit more genuinely, less snippy. “I haven’t seen it, I wouldn’t know what they are.”

“Environmentalism, animism, disability, true love, cycles of violence—” Geto began, but Gojo waved him off.

“Ok, some heavy hitters, I get it. It doesn’t sound very entertaining, though.”

“There’s a curse that develops from the negative energy imbued in a weapon,” Nanami cut in, expression unchanged and seemingly unenthused by the conversation, but that wasn’t unusual; Haibara was really the only one who could ever seem to get him to smile even a little bit.

There was a brief moment of silence, punctuated by a curious “Really?” from Gojo; it would’ve been funnier if you weren’t irritated over him dissing your favorite Ghibli movie.

Seeming to register the other boys’ costumes then, Gojo grinned. “Haibara, you make an amazing Arren! And Nanamin, you do kind of look the part with the hair and all, but… you know Howl is supposed to be charming, right?”

Your classmate’s expression went from unaffected to irked in less time than it took you to blink, though when Haibara jumped in with a defensive, “I think he’s very charming, in his own way,” he went red almost to the tips of his ears.

The mischievous flash in Gojo’s eyes was impossible to miss, but Geto smacked him in the back of the head before he could say anything. The white haired sorcerer glared at his best friend, then stalked off with a huff, crossing the room until he stood beside the couch you sat on. Without saying anything, he plucked the mirror from Shoko’s hand and began fussing with his hair.

“What do you think of my costume, hm?” he asked you, straightening his halo before shooting you a grin. “Pretty great, huh?”

You just shrugged. “It looks like any other angel costume.”

His eyes widened, and he stared at you, open-mouthed, looking deeply offended. “What do you mean ‘just like any other angel costume’?” he demanded.

“White clothes, white wings, halo headband. It’s pretty basic, Gojo-senpai.”

“But nobody else has eyes like mine,” he pointed out.

“No,” you conceded, “but you’re also not showing them all off.”

“…All my what?”

“Your eyes. You’ve got six of them, don’t you?”

Though you fought hard to conceal your grin, the sound of Shoko’s snicker made it impossible, and you barely bit back a laugh.

Finally catching up to your joke, Gojo laughed too. “I think even if I could show all six eyes at the same time it would scare the normies too bad.”

“Yaga-sensei would probably have your ass for it, too,” Shoko added.

“Like how he has your ass for smoking on campus?” Geto asked her, dropping down to sit in the armchair adjacent to the couch, looking smug.

“You smoke on campus too,” she retorted.

He smirked. “Yes, but I don’t get caught like you do.”

“I’m gonna start ratting you out.”

“Sure you will.”

Rolling your eyes as the two upperclassmen bickered with each other, you turned your attention back to Gojo, and you were more than a little surprised to see how much closer to you he’d gotten, leaning down to look you in the eye, despite how he towered over your seated form.

“So,” he asked, “you gonna help me show off my Six Eyes or what?”

You blinked dumbly at him for a moment. “…What?”

He rolled his eyes, but there was still a smile on his face. “You’ve got paints right here—” he gestured to the table in front of you “— how else are the normies supposed to see all six of my eyes?”

Once you finally processed what he was suggesting, you bit back a grin. The idea was more than a little funny, but you couldn’t let him know you thought that. If he knew, it would go straight to his head, which was big enough already; you’d joked with Nanami more than once that if Gojo’s head got any bigger, he’d have a hard time walking upright.

“Well?” Gojo prodded, when you didn’t answer fast enough for his liking.

“Fine,” you sighed, “but only if you’ll sit down and shut up long enough for me to do it.”

He stood up straight, saluted you, then mimed zipping his lips shut and throwing away the key. Geto pretended to catch said key, and you shook your head at them, smiling slightly to yourself. As he settled himself on the floor in front of you, you thoroughly rinsed your brush, making sure none of the red paint still lingered in the bristles, then dipped it into the white paint on your palette.

When you turned your attention back to your senpai, you were somewhat startled to see him staring at you with wide, earnest eyes, though he’d stopped smiling for the time being. It unsettled you a bit, having his full, unimpeded focus on you like that, but… it wasn’t entirely unpleasant, if you were being honest with yourself. “Ready?”

He nodded eagerly, fulfilling your request for him to sit down and shut up. You wondered briefly if your wording had been too harsh, but decided there was no use dwelling on it anymore. You nodded back, then carefully began to make an outline of two more sets of eyes on his face: two extra eyes on each cheek, side by side under his real, already very striking eyes.

Your lines were far from perfect, but they were steady enough, so you were happy with them. You dipped your brush back in the paint whenever you started to run out, making sure the white covered everything inside each of the outlines. Giving all four spaces a chance to dry, you once again cleaned your brush as thoroughly as you could, then switched to the blue paint. It wasn’t an exact match for Gojo’s eyes, but you figured it was close enough that it wouldn’t matter in low lighting.

“You’re pretty good at this!” Haibara praised, dropping to sit beside you on the couch.

You felt your cheeks heat at his words. “Oh, uh. Thank you, but I’m not a professional, I’m just trying my best.”

“Well I think you’re doing a wonderful job,” your classmate insisted, practically beaming at you. You offered him a smile, then turned your attention to Gojo once again and— was he glaring at Haibara?

Gojo’s expression changed so quickly once he had your attention again that you couldn’t tell if you’d imagined him glaring or not, but you decided not to push it, since that would just wind up being awkward for everyone.

Just as carefully as you’d painted the whites of each of the eyes, you added the blue irises, trying to make the circles as perfect as you could, though trying to work on such a small space made that rather difficult. You did your best, and the end result was not as terrible as it could have been, you supposed.

Another thorough cleaning of your brush between colors, this time with the sounds of your classmates and upperclassmen chatting to each other as you worked, which came as a relief; when it was silent before, it had felt like everyone was staring at you, and it made you nervous.

It was still a bit unnerving to have Gojo staring at you the way he was, but there wasn’t really a way around that, so you chose to ignore the way it made your stomach flutter.

You dipped your brush into the black paint this time, placing pupils in the center of each eye. After getting a bit more paint on the brush, you added the faintest hint of an outline to the underside of each eye, wanting them to stand out a bit more against his already pale skin.

Once you finished, you sat back a bit, looking over your handiwork. The eyes looked fine, but it felt like something was missing, you just couldn’t figure out what.

“Eyelashes,” came Nanami’s voice from behind the couch.

“Huh?” you asked, turning your head to look at your classmate, your brows furrowed slightly with confusion.

“Eyelashes,” he repeated, voice just as disinterested as before. “That’s what they’re missing.” His eyes left Gojo’s face and met yours as he shrugged. “You were staring at them really hard, I figured you thought something was missing.”

“Thanks,” you said, a bit sheepishly. “I was trying to figure out what I was forgetting. I’ll add the lashes.”

Nanami just nodded, his expression unchanged, though you were pretty sure he was glad to have been of help. You nodded back, then turned back to Gojo once again.

After cleaning your brush in the now-murky glass of water, you switched back to the white paint, adding delicate lashes to each of the four eyes with light flicks of the brush, and even adding a few little touches to the irises to give them a bit more dimension.

The last few additions didn’t take long at all, and when you leaned back to look at your work again, you smiled. Nanami was right, they did look a lot better now that you’d added lashes to them. “Okay,” you said, dropping the brush back into the water now that you were satisfied with your work. “All done. You ready to see?”

Gojo’s expression lit up, and he nodded enthusiastically. Then, remembering he held the mirror in his lap, he picked it up, turning his head back and forth to get a good look at all four eyes. He looked absolutely giddy as he put the mirror down in his lap again to look up at you, but he said nothing. You were confused for a moment, then remembered.

“You can speak now, Gojo-senpai. I’m finished.”

He turned towards Geto then, snapping to get the other boy’s attention, then making grabby hands and pointing at his mouth. Geto also looked confused for a moment, then remembered that he had “stolen” the fake key that kept his classmate’s mouth locked shut. The raven haired boy rolled his eyes, then mimed tossing the key back to his friend. “You’re so weird.”

After “catching” the key, the frosty haired boy was quick to unlock his mouth, then stick his tongue out at his friend. “You’re just jealous that you’re not getting all the attention for once,” he retorted, but Geto just rolled his eyes again.

Turning back to you, Gojo was practically beaming. “You made me look so cool!” he exclaimed, then added, “Well, cooler, because I already looked cool, like always.”

“Oh yeah,” Shoko drawled. “You’re soooo cool, Gojo.”

“I am cool!” he insisted, pushing himself up off the floor as he scowled at her. “Your costume is just a sheet, you don’t get to talk to me about what’s cool.”

“Where did you say this party was again?” Haibara cut in, quickly dispelling the budding argument between the two upperclassmen.

Gojo beamed down at the younger boy. “It’s a surprise!” he said, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “But we need to get going if we wanna get there before it gets too crowded. C’mon!” He herded everyone up from their seats and towards the door of the common room, hyping up the party as much as he could. You brought up the rear of the group, but you paused when he turned back to face you.

“Thanks for painting these on for me,” he said, gesturing towards his face. “I appreciate it.”

He turned away again before you could say anything, but it took you a moment before you caught up with everyone again; Gojo had never thanked you for anything before, but you were glad that he did, even if it made your cheeks burn a little bit.

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renranram · 1 year ago

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My Barista ⊹ ࣪ ˖

sfw

where quackity starts to leave paper hearts for barista y/n every single day || short btw

alex had caught an interest for the new barista from the café he had been going ever since he attended college

he liked you because of your personality, he finds you kind, friendly and approachable but never had the balls to talk to you unless he has to order something

“ look, why don't you just talk to them man? it's that simple, just say hi, i find you attractive and shit like that can i get your number? “ his friend, karl, states as alex groans out, fixing his earbuds as he glances at you

the man was in a call with karl, hoping for a collab but it leads on to him ranting about you, “ you know it's not that easy, i mean, just look at them, they're so pretty, and kind, and shit like that “ alex sighs out

“ be glad im filming for a video, if i was there i would be the one to tell them “ karl continues to scold his bestfriend, “ yeah yeah of course you would “ alex chuckles as he fixes his beanie

“ oh, what's that? “ he asks, spotting a heart shaped paper on karl’s background, “ oh, jimmy challenged us to make origamis and stuffs “ karl grabs the heart shaped origami as he got it closer to the camera

“ it's cute “ alex commented as karl shrugs, smug, “ because i made it “ he flips his hair as alex could only chuckle before glancing up at you again

“ uh… how can you make that? “ he asks, “ it's really simple! “ karl exclaims as he guides alex, gently folding the paper in even sides then creating a paper heart

and after that, history was made, at first, he didn't actually mean to leave the paper, he forgot to pick it up because he was rushing, but seeing you smile as you pick up the paper heart, he started intentionally leaving them

and you, didn't mind, you cleaned his table everytime he leaves, hoping he'd leave another and he does, it was kinda awkward every time he orders, the two of you woupd avoid eye contact but both will be a blushing mess

“ see! im literally such a pogger “ karl cheers for him, “ yeah yeah yeah, whatever… the only problem is uhh… i kind of… don't know how to properly talk to them “ he scratches the back of his head

“ bruh “ karl exclaims, “ hm… what about you leave your number on one of the paper hearts? “ karl suggested as alex chuckles, “ fuck no, and make them think im a creep? “

“ come on! just try it, dont be so ballsy “ karl insists as alex pause, “ ill think about it “ he mutters

he left two papers for you this time, a note and the usual paper heart, ‘ open the heart:) ‘ the note states as you slowly unfolds the heart, seeing his number wrote inside

you of course hesistated first, thinking this was just a small joke or a prank but you're unaware how he would rant about you to his twitch chat and friends, his twitch chat knowing you as ‘ his favourite barista ‘

at first your texts are very awkward, but the moment you mentioned a hobby of yours it just immediately clicked, everyday he'd go on the café daily, the two of you would chat if the only customer was him

days go by, and by just a blink, alex lays his head on your shoulder, “ happy anniversary babe “ he mumbles, smiling as he pecks your cheek

“ 3 years “ you added, intertwining your hands with his as you two sat on a park, just admiring the fine summers day, “ is it really that long already? “ he chuckles as alex sits up

“ maybee “ you laugh as you open your picnic basket, setting down the strawberry that alex would always order and some other snacks too of course

as you set things up alex looks at you with admiration and a smile, fixing your hair as he pulls out a paper heart from his pocket, gently handing it to you

“ oh? “ you ask, looking at him in confusion, “ you should unfold it or something “ he smiles at you cheekily

you slowly unfold the neatly folded paper, ‘ will you marry me? ‘ the paper reads out as you gasp, as suddenly alex was in one knee, holding out a small box for you

looking up at you, “ i know this isn't your ideal proposal but uh “ he scratches the back of his head as you tackle him with a hug, already sobbing

you press kisses all over his face, leaving your lipstick marks as alex could only chuckle, gently guiding you to wear your engagement ring

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cosmokrill · 11 months ago

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My full submission for the Smile For Me 5th anniversary collab!

+ a little silly doodle with my friend @owlfromthemeadow! Thank you for getting me into such a silly game

#coralkrill #coralkrill art #s4m #smile for me #smile for me game #smile for me oc #dr habit #putunia mollar

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ghostiiess · 1 year ago

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“you’re the best gift i have ever received”

synopsis: while you’re trying to wrap your christmas gifts, your boyfriend jake knocks on your door and surprises you with a gift

warnings: none, petnames (princess, babe, and baby), mention of kisses (not makeout), i think that’s all? let me know if there’s more!

type: fluff

wc: around 850 (i think)

member: jake from enhypen x female reader

author’s note: i am in love with jake’s and hoon’s collab with tiffany & co…. so i added it into the imagine, i hope you guys will like it!!

reblogs and likes are really appreciated!

english's not my main tongue.. sorry if i made any mistakes!

Wrap, wrap, wrap. You were late... again.

Like every year, you procrastinated to put the wrapping paper on the gifts you bought for your family and loved ones. You loved buying the gifts, picking out the tags, choosing the wrapping paper, seeing the smiles on the faces of your family and friends when they opened the gifts, but you hated the time when you had to wrap everything and put the gifts in order. You found it long and boring, especially since your gift-wrapping skills were not the best and most beautiful.

If your boyfriend Jake saw you doing what you are doing now, he would probably laugh and tell you how adorable you are, trying to handle the tape and the wrapping paper at the same time. Unlike you, he wrapped gifts beautifully.

- Why is wrapping presents so hard?!

You sighed for the umpteenth time under the air of the festive songs you had put in the background, then looked at the gift you had just wrapped. How could a book be so difficult to wrap?

- Well... it's not too bad. After all… it's the gift that counts, not the wrapping.

You looked at the pile of gifts you had left. Just seeing the other gifts discouraged you. Again, you took the gift, that was meant for a family member, placed it on the paper, and took a deep breath.

- You only have six left, you can make it Y/N! you said to encourage yourself.

At the same time, there was a knock at your door. You weren't expecting a visit today, but you guessed that it was probably your boyfriend, who liked to make surprise visits from time to time. You opened the front door and let the cold wind and snow enter your house.

- Hii! said your boyfriend Jake with a big smile on his face, as he walked into your house and kissed you on the cheek. I have a special delivery for you!

- A special delivery? you asked as you closed the door behind him.

Your boyfriend nodded and handed you a bag, running his ringed hand through his dark brown hair.

- Coming straight from the North Pole! It's not your Christmas present, but I really couldn't wait! he smiled. I really wanted you to wear it before Christmas Eve at my family's house.

- How many non-Christmas presents will I get? you laughed. I thought we had to go easy on the presents this year... and this is the third one! I really appreciate it, but... I don't want you to spend all your money on me, baby.

He laughed.

- Yeah, but... Don't I have the right to spoil my girl during this festive season? Besides, it's so fun and cute to see you all happy afterwards.

He kissed your forehead, then said:

- Open it, I want to see your reaction.

You nodded your head, then gently removed the red tissue paper that decorated the white bag. You took the small wrapped gift and removed the red wrapping paper from the box, revealing a small turquoise box inside. You could recognize the brand just by the color, due to the promotion Jake and his best friend had recently done with Tiffany & Co.

- Jake... Is this really what I think it is?

- Open it and you'll see! He replied with a grin.

You opened the small turquoise box and saw a silver necklace, with a small heart-shaped pendant, that opened to reveal your and Jake's anniversary date of dating. You couldn't help but smile.

- Jake... It's so beautiful, I love the detail of our birthday in the little heart...thank you so much! I love it so much, you said, kissing him gently on this lips. Can you put it on me, please?

- It's nothing princess, you deserve it! he replied, putting the necklace around your neck.

- How is it? you said, turning back to face him

Jake put his right hand over his mouth to hide his smile and couldn't help but giggle a little. His hand slipped to his heart, you could almost see sparks in his brown eyes.

- Baby, you are sooo beautiful. It suits you so well, omg… Come here.

He placed his lips against yours, then gave you another smile.

- I knew I had made the right choice with this necklace. To be honest, I ordered one too and I thought we could both have matching necklaces. I think we could look really cute and beautiful wearing them together. What do you think? before you could answer, he continued. Wait! We could even have matching rings! I think I saw some that went with the necklace. Omg, we'be so cute!

You took him in your arms, laughed softly, and then nodded to confirm his idea of matching necklaces. You pulled away from the hug, then went on with what you wanted to say:

- Thank you so much baby. I also wanted to give you a gift today, but all of your gifts are in transit. They were supposed to arrive today, but there was a delay in shipping and delivery, and I won't get them for another two days but…

Not letting you finish your sentence, Jake placed his lips on yours, then pulled away from the kiss while placing his left hand on your right cheek.

- Baby, you're the best gift I've ever been given. As long as I have you, I'm happy. And if I’m being completely honest, I don't want anything, except for us to grow old together.

Still a smile on his lips, your boyfriend looked at the messy pile of presents on your kitchen table. He knew you hated wrapping gifts.

- Need a hand?

- Please.

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muzansfangs · 2 years ago

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Ice ice baby.

Starring: Douma x f!reader;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: nsfw, modern au, human au, blindfolds, ice play, sensory-deprivation, nipple play, enstablished relationship, dom!Douma, sub!reader, oral sex (reader!receiving), slight overstimulation, praise kink;

Plot: When your boyfriend asked you if you trusted him in planning something special for your anniversary, you had no idea of what he had come up with. The moment he had led you to your bedroom, you wondered why he had blindfolded you. Yet, as you laid down onto your bed and something cold, melting even, trailed down your sensitive curves, you knew that you were in for a ride.

Author note: It’s barely midnight, but it’s 7th October… Which means it’s time to post my work for the kinktober collab hosted by the talented @doumadono. To deliver you guys a special treat for celebrating the kinky month, I have chosen to gift you a deadly combo: Douma + sensory-deprivation. Have fun! Here’s the link to the Masterlist!

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A shaky breath left your mouth, lips parting in anticipation as your heart was thrumming so hard you thought it was surely trying to break your ribs and jump right out of your chest. Darkness enveloped you. The silky fabric of your boyfriend's tie was kissing your closed eyelids, as you idly accepted your fate. Your other senses were now sharpening, as you tried to come to terms with the fact that you were temporary deprived of your sight.

"Do you trust me, darling?".

His words echoed into your mind, goosebumps raising over the exposed flesh of your body, as he was helping you to lay down onto your shared bed. His voice pierced your ears sensually, as you could feel his hot breath fan the shell of your ear. He was close, so close to you, but as your tried to capture his lips with yours in a sloppy kiss, you missed the target. Lost in the darkness, you had to rely rolely on your hearing to detect his position and, apparently, you had failed.

You sighed in defeat, lolling your head back on what you assumed to be your pillow, your foreteeth sinking onto your bottom lip as you heard him chuckle.

“Blindly” you sassily replied to his question, a small smile tugging your lips upwards as you heard some familiar footsteps slowly fading away.

Laying on the mattress, his presence gone now, you felt the cool air of the room gently bite your skin. You were naked, except for the thin fabric of the red laced thong your boyfriend had asked you to wear for him. The sight of his multicolored orbs was enough to make you yield at his requests but, when you had tried to resist this time, he had pulled his favorite little stunt: the puppy eyes. How could you deny him such a treat, when he stared at you like that?

As you finally heard him walk back into your bedroom, your lips parted in euphoria. He had not told you exactly what he had in mind, but he was Douma, the experimental partner that had talked you into doing things among the bedsheets you would have probably never done with anyone else.

He was the man you had told 'yes' to so many times.

Douma gazed at you, his tongue darting out of his mouth to moisten his plumped lips, as he carefully settled a metal bowl on top of the nightstand. He made sure not to make a sound in order to truly surprise you. He did not have much time to fool around. The material he had decided to involve into your sexual intercourse was melting.

“Douma…” you whispered his name, as if you wanted to make sure he was there, close to you, as he had promised to be so many times.

The silver-haired man grinned, crawling onto the bed and hovering over your frame. You looked so vulnerable, so fragile, as he caged you between his muscular arms. You shuddered, the warmth of his body heating up your own body as his lips brushed against yours. If kisses elicited such strong reactions from you, he could only imagine what would have happned at the feeling of his tongue delving into you until you broke out into a sinful series of whimpers and moans.

“I’m right here, darling’. Just relax…” he purred, his mouth leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your throat and in your middle-section. Your breasts, the soft skin of your sensitive and beautiful bosom made his mouth water.

“Where did you go?” you asked him, mouth hanging open as Douma cupped your left breast with his hand and gently sucked onto your other one. His mouth was so warm, so comforting, and you whined out in pleasure as he seemed to be taking so much care of them this time.

Some silver strands of his hair had fallen over his face, tickling your collarbone as he switched nipples and made sure to sensually give your neglected one the same treatment. You were divine, delicious.

His teeth softly nibbled onto it to make your squirm a little, a mischivious grin gracing his lips as he lifted himself up on his elbows and glanced over the bowl at his left. The time had finally come.

“I need you to focus now, princess. No questions, but moans, that’s all I wanna hear coming from that pretty mouth of yours” he instructed you, as his hand reached into the basin and grasped a medium ice cube.

You furrowed your brows, hips bucking in anticipation as he put the ice between his lips and leant over you. You would have never imagined it, never in your life, nor the act, neither the sensation it was now provoking to you.

You were about to reply something, when chills pervaded your body from head to toe. Cold, you felt cold.

A yelp, your body flinched as your hands gripped the bedsheets beside you. What exactly was that? Your breath hitched into your throat, while Douma slowly dragged the melting ice cube down the valley of your breasts, his gaze flicking up to enjoy the way your face contorted into different grimaces and perplexed expressions.

He could not talk, while his mouth was busy, but he let out a guttural sound you did not fail to hear.

“I-Ice… That’s ice. Gosh, Douma!” you breathed out, a cute noise leaving your mouth as he let the cold trail of melted ice pierce the skin of your already stimulated nipples. You moaned, you moaned loudly as Douma slipped his hands down your body and slipped your thong off of you.

You would have helped him, if you were not that lost into the unfamiliar feeling you were feeling right in that moment. The eternal bliss that man brought to you was something out of human comprehension.

“D-Douma, Douma, please…” you cried out, not knowing exactly what you were asking him to do. Maybe you wanted more, maybe you craved him more than anything and as nothing was left of that ice cube he smirked.

“You should see yourself, baby. You’re so fucked up right now… Let me cool your heat down a bit” he stated, spreading your legs more for him as his hand dived into the bowl again to pick another piece of ice from it. You were in for such a treat that night.

You shivered, a gasp of realization leaving your lips, when Douma buried his face between your thighs and began to lap your core. You clasped your hand over your mouth, toes curling as he pleasured you through his skilled tongue, but then something freezing was settled softly of your throbbing bundle of nerves and you squealed out at the contact the cold ice made with your hot-boiling flesh.

“Douma! Fuck! That’s insane” you whimpered, cheeks heating up as your boyfriend delved his tongue deep into your aching opening. Addictive, he was addictive.

Now, as you came onto his tongue, droplets of cool water scattered all over your naked body, as remnants of the awful amount of ice Douma had involved into your night of passion, you were so glad to have let him handle your anniversary.

He was truly a gift from Heaven.

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nattinatalia · 2 years ago

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JACK HARLOW X READER : ANNIVERSARIES & SIXTY-NINES

A/N : This is a second collaboration with my buttercup @harlowcomehome 💚 if you haven’t read our very first collab, here’s where you can find it, part 1 2 & 3 always fun and an honor working with you babes. Ilyyyyy for life 💚🤞🏼

“But, wait. Listen to me, you’re not listening to me” Jack was shouting, something he rarely ever did especially so early in the morning.

“Can’t you back out? They can’t find another opener? It’s not about the money. I don’t care, I want to make sure I’m here.” He was sitting on the couch, his elbows pressed against his thighs.

You walked out of the bedroom, keeping your eyes on him. It was clear that he was very upset. You had only made out a few words in the conversation.

“Fuck it. Okay,” he said, throwing his phone to the side as he prematurely hung up on whoever he was talking to.

“Everything okay?” You walked over to him, rubbing his back as he tried to regain his composure.

He shakes his head, “I- Chris booked me for a last-minute festival.”

“Okay?” You don’t know what’s the issue with that since Jack loves to perform every chance he gets. “And you’re upset?”

He turns to look at you, “Babe, it’s this weekend.”

“Oh,” You realize what that meant immediately. “Baby, I knew our schedules would eventually clash with important dates. It’s okay.” You reassure him, pushing back his curls.

“No, it’s not, it’s our first wedding anniversary and I’m supposed to be here with you. We’re supposed to celebrate together. I had things planned for us and now they’re ruined.”

“We can always celebrate when you get back, I promise you I’m not going to hold it against you.”

“Baby, when we got married I made you a promise that I would never miss important moments involving our relationship. I promised you that I would be here.” He leans back on the couch, his hands covering his eyes.

“Jack.” You quickly straddle him, both of your legs on each side of him and you pull his hands away from his face. “Please listen to me.”

He stares at you, you can see his eyes getting watery, signs that he’s annoyed and upset. “You have nothing to worry about. I know you wouldn’t miss celebrating our anniversary on purpose. You’re an amazing husband, who always goes above and beyond. Don’t beat yourself up about it. I’m sure you’ll be here on time and if you’re not, I can always fly out to you baby.”

You rocked back and forth in his lap, he covered his face again with his hands. You heard sniffling coming from underneath them.

“Jack, my love, don’t cry” You lean forward to hug him, his head resting on your shoulder.

“I’m just frustrated,” he whimpered. “ I feel like a bad husband. Chris assured me I’d be back the night before but it just feels like I’m cutting it too close” he was still talking from behind his hands.

You pried his fingers away from his face, “ I love you, let’s make the most out of today. When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow morning” he mumbled as he wiped his face. It broke your heart to see him cry.

“Let’s make the most of today then? I don’t have anything planned” You smiled and he nodded.

The next day Jack had to leave early in the morning to catch his flight, granted he was flying in the private jet but he just wanted to get the weekend over with.

You woke up to drawers being slammed and grunts coming from Jack. “Baby?”

“Shit, sorry I woke you up.” He’s throwing clothes into his suitcase, not even bothering to fold them, which is weird to you since he’s such a control freak about that.

“I was going to wake up soon anyway.” The alarm you had set last night goes off and you quickly stop it.

“Where’s my passport?” He asks, looking around the room.

You quickly get off the bed and head to him. “It’s in your hands baby.” You reach out for it. “I need you to relax, papi.”

“I’m sorry.” He lets out a deep sigh “I just can’t believe I’m missing out on our anniversary.”

“Hey, no more of that. Let me help you pack” You start taking everything out. “Then we can have breakfast so I can drop you off at the airport.”

He shakes his head “I think it’s best you stay here, I’ll have Urban pick me up.”

You stop folding his clothes, “Wait, why?”

“I’m already having a hard time with this, you dropping me off will make me not want to go at all.”

“Bubs, I need you to be okay. I don’t want to be worried when you’re gone. I need you to be one hundred percent fine. You’ll get there and it’ll go by quickly and then you’ll come back home to me.”

“I know.” He nods, “I know I’m overreacting but I just wanted this weekend to be perfect.”

You smile at that. “And it will be.” You close up his suitcase. “Now come on, let's have breakfast and cuddle on the couch before it’s time for you to leave.”

You made Jack breakfast, rubbing his shoulders as you made sure he ate. He was always grumpy when he didn’t, and he had a long flight. You wanted to spare the others.

When he was done eating the two of you cuddled on the couch like you asked, you could tell his spirit was still sad.

“Baby, you’ll be back in time and we will have a nice dinner, and then maybe…” you giggled which peaked his attention.

“And what?” His brown furrowed, and before you could answer you heard a honk outside.

“Looks like Urb is here” You stood up to give him a hug and kiss goodbye.

“Baby” he whined followed by a chuckle. “That’s not fair.”

“Have a safe flight!! Don’t keep Urban waiting” you giggled before slapping his butt as he left out of the door.

The next two days dragged for both of you but mainly for Jack. He didn’t leave you second-guessing for a bit, and he let you know how much he missed you as often as he could.

He even sent you over your daily flower arrangement and that would always make you smile.

After his festival performance, he made sure he was ready to go so all he had to do was head to the airport and board the jet. His friends understood why he was in such a hurry, so they just followed behind him without saying a word.

“Dude come on we’ve been waiting for the pilot for thirty minutes.” Jack is tapping on his knee desperately, impatient as ever.

“Relax Jack, we’ll get there on time.” Neelam tries to get him to calm down, but she knows it’s a failed attempt.

“The dinner reservation I made is in two hours, I should’ve been back home by now. Fucking Chris needs to stop booking things without coming to me first.” Before the show started, he was informed that he had a few radio interviews he had to do, this caused him to be late to the show and he was now running late to go back home.

After waiting thirsty more minutes the pilot finally arrived and they were up in the air in no time. He was texting you back and forth, making sure you were awake and ready to go. All he had to do was take a quick shower and you’d be out the door.

Once he landed back in Louisville, his driver was already waiting for him there so he made it home in no time.

He noticed the lights were off which confused him. “Y/N?” He yelled out as soon as he walked in.

“Hi, baby.” You walk out of the kitchen, heading to him.

“Why aren’t you ready? I’ll just shower real fast and then we can head out to the restaurant.”

“Hmm about that.” You place your hands on his waist. “I canceled the reservation.”

“What?”

“Okay let me rephrase that.” You chuckle lightly. “I rescheduled for tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“Papi, I knew you’d be tired. I can tell you’ve barely slept and I need you to eat something.” You get on your tippy toes and give him a few kisses on his neck.

“I had things planned, baby.”

“I know, I spoke to Neelam and I made sure that everything you had planned for tonight, you could do tomorrow. Tonight is all about you.”

“We’re supposed to be celebrating us ” he reminded you.

“We are, and we will tomorrow. Right now I need you to undress and get into the tub, I have a bath ready for you, then we’ll eat and who knows, I’ll probably spoil you with a massage and some baby-making.” You wink at him.

“Baby making, did you say baby making?” He chuckles as he starts to undress right there in the living room, dropping his bags to the side.

“Mhm,” you smile as he grabs your hand and leads you to the bathroom. “Join me?”

“I can’t, I need to make sure I get the food out of the oven but I’ll sit there with you.” You pointed to the tub that was full of stress-relief eucalyptus bubbles.

“Smells good” he sniffed the air before getting into the warm water. “This feels good,” he breathed out.

“I put some bath salts in there for body aching, I know how you feel after a show.”

“Baby you’re spoiling me.”

“You deserve it” You grabbed a headband off the bathroom counter, putting it underneath his curls to make sure they were out of his face.

You pulled up a bar stool next to the tub, making sure you had a good angle. You started to massage his shoulder blades.

“Mmmm baby, that feels good” he sighed, leaning back in the tub.

You continue to rub at his shoulders and give him little kisses here and there where his freckles are at. “Damn, have you been working out babe?”

“I hit the gym over the weekend, needed to clear my mind”

“My grumpy baby.” You give him a last squeeze and stand up.

He groans “Where are you going?” He reached for you, tugging at the ends of your little lavender silk pajama dress.

“I have to check on dinner, you finish up here and meet me in the kitchen.”

He stands up. “I’m done, I just want to spend time with you.”

“Hmm.” You can’t help but stare below his waist.

“Y/N.” Jack chuckles.

“Sorry, umm yeah meet me in the kitchen.” You quickly head out of the bathroom and make your way to the kitchen to check on the food.

You take out the pan with food and place it on the counter and start setting up the table. You light up some candles and spread some rose petals around the little setup you have.

“What is all this?” You look up and see him smiling with a little tint of red on his cheeks, signs of him blushing.

“Just a little dinner for us.” You light up the last candle. “Come, sit baby so I can fix your plate.”

“Are we having wine or champagne?”

“Since when do you drink?” You chuckle, as you’re putting the food on two separate plates.

“Tonight’s a special night, so why not?” He shrugs, unscrewing the bottle and pouring it into some champagne flutes.

You two are finally seated and eating, you cooked a steak alongside mashed potatoes and some green beans. For dessert, you had made a tres leches cake that you were now sharing.

“Mhmm, this is by far my favorite cake that you’ve baked.” He moans after taking a bite of the cake.

“You say that to all the cakes I make.”

He nods, “Yeah because they’re that good.”

“Do you want more whipped cream?” You got up from your chair and went to the refrigerator to grab the whipped cream.

“Yes please.” As soon as you hand it to him, he quickly pulls you to his lap.

“JACK!” You giggle, placing your palm on his chest.

He pushes back your hair and smears some whipped cream on your neck. “JACKMAN.”

He quickly goes to lick it off you, sucking on your neck as he goes. “Hmm, bab-baby” you squirm on his lap. “That’s going to be sticky.”

“You’re going to be sticky either way.” He stands up, and you’re still very much wrapped up around his body. “You took care of me enough tonight, it’s my turn now.”

He continued to suck and kiss your neck, his hand slowly migrating between your legs.

You stood up as you felt the core of your stomach grow tighter. “I need you in that bedroom, now.”

“Bossy hmm? I like it” he picked you up, carrying you to the bedroom bridal style. He plopped you down on the bed and before he could start to kiss you, you stopped him.

“Baby, you had such a long day, let me take care of you first” the two of you got undressed. You watched as his dick sprung free. You got in a position for him to eat you out while you sucked him off.

“We’re doing this tonight?” He smirked, he gripped your thighs with both hands, ready to position you over his mouth.

“Let’s see who cums first” you challenged, you massage his balls as you took him into your mouth.

He pulled you down to him, his mouth sloppily licking and sucking at your folds, he took your clit into his mouth and started to hum, a trick he knew always worked.

Your legs started to tremble, and you felt close, you decided to focus on the tip, knowing that usually drove him to orgasm too.

“Baby, baby, babe” his voice was panicked underneath you. “I’m going to- I need to” and he did.

You felt him release against your tongue, and that was enough to make you orgasm on his face, not that he was complaining.

You got off of him, bringing him a wet towel to wipe his face and other body parts down with.

“That was amazing” he rasped, as you waddled to the bathroom. He hadn’t even been inside you yet and you were tingly all over.

You went to the bathroom to wipe yourself clean, when you walked out of the bathroom you found your husband still naked and asleep in bed, loud snores coming from him.

You shake your head, chuckling to yourself. “I knew he was tired,” You say to yourself.

You walk toward him and cover him with the blankets, turn off the lights, and get into bed next to him.

You can’t help but stare at him while he sleeps for a bit. The room was dark but you could still make out his face. You knew he was stressed and tired, so it was a matter of time before he fell asleep.

After a few more glances at him, you lay your head on his chest and try to sleep. His snoring never kept you awake, if anything it calmed you.

You finally fell asleep after about ten minutes of repositioning, and before you knew it you were being woken up by kisses going up and down your neck and his beard scratching you as he continued.

“Mmhmm, baby?” You rasp out.

“Sorry baby” he paused to kiss you “I fell asleep on you.” He placed another kiss on your temple “But now the real celebration starts.”

He was quick to remove the blankets and you knew he had been awake for a while before he started to kiss you, he never woke up with this much energy.

“What did you have in mind?” You yawned as you sat up to get a better view of him. You realized he had never got dressed.

“Well, it is our anniversary so what if we practice making a baby” he wiggled his eyebrow before bending down to kiss you.

“I’d like that” you smiled “happy anniversary baby.”

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avonne-writes · 1 month ago

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As our Mota 1st Birthday Event comes to a close, I wanted to post this special bingo card to celebrate the lovely @onyxsboxes who has done so much for this fandom and who continues to bring joy to so many people with all of their contributions to the community ❤️

Mota fandom playlists 1, 2, 3, 4 - I think it was such a creative and sweet idea to compile a list of songs that people in the fandom associated with Mota. The LCAPT (let's create a playlist together) playlists are a great source for any creator looking for musical inspiration within the fandom. Ame did a great job reaching out to people for participation, collecting recs, going through all the submissions and assembling these lists.

Mota 1st Birthday Event - from coming up with the idea and brainstorming with other contributors to organizing the event, creating templates and overviews and completing 9(!) bingo cards, Ame put a lot of work into making sure our community had an opportunity to celebrate its first anniversary in style. Over the 7+ weeks of the event, they were always on top of every task and worked tirelessly even in the face of unexpected challenges. The number of prompts filled and ask games played speaks for the success of this event in itself.

Ame's Mota fanvids - on top of being a writer and one of the biggest supporters of other creators in the fandom, Ame has ventured into the field of video editing recently, and their edits are both beautiful and emotional. I hope they will be inspired to create more in the future.

Wolf!Gale AU - Ame has also been productive as a writer over the past year, and one of their ongoing AUs is about werewolf Gale. The amazing @carnevol created this gifset specifically as a fill for this bingo, inspired by Ame's lovely AU.

Love - I would like to highlight the central tile of this bingo, because I think it’s the core sentiment behind all of Ame's work. They spread so much love in this community without expecting anything in return. They're always encouraging and supportive of others, and they’re active in boosting this community out of love for the show and for the connections built within our small group.

Ame's kitty Gale AU - Another example of Ame's writing is this sweet and comforting AU, where Bucky befriends a kitten and names it Gale. A recommended read for anyone craving some comfort and fluff.

Made me smile - in addition to writing and organizing events, Ame is also an avid reader, and they always leave comments on works they liked. Reading Ame's reactions and thoughts in their comments on fics or in Tumblr reblogs always makes me smile. It's a treasure to have people in the fandom who interact with other creators and share their thoughts in such a positive way.

Mota Advent Calendar event - this was the first big collaborative event organized by Ame, and they did a fantastic job creating this creative, heartwarming and festive event. I loved seeing new recs and original creations every day, and all the contributions from the fandom filled me with holiday joy. I'm grateful for all the work Ame put into this.

Building something together - Last but not at least, I want to thank Ame for everything they have done to build this community together with all of us. The @mota-collab group blog is a direct result of their efforts. I think this fandom has been an amazingly supportive, kind and rewarding group, and it's all thanks to people like Ame, who are not only inspiring but understanding too.

Thank you so much for being an integral part of this wonderful year in the fandom, @onyxsboxes ❤️❤️❤️

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Title: All The Things I'll Never Tell My Mother - Part 2

Book: Desire & Decorum AU

Pairing: Ernest Sinclaire x Hayley Parker (OC); Prince Hamid Osmanoğlu x Elizabeth Foredale (OC)

Rating: Teen

Word count: ~3.9k

Summary: First time babysitting can be challenging, and so is parting from his baby to an overbearing father. Will the Sinclaire's get to have their romantic dinner?

A/N: English is not my native language; for non-English words, see notes at the end; the concept for this fic was inspired by @choicesficwriterscreations' event CFWC Female Characters Week 2021 and is part of a collab with the very talented Noe (@rosesnink) from whom I'm borrowing Hayley Parker. The fic focuses on issues like motherhood, past losses and the friendship between these two very different women.

After being ushered by a member of the staff to the guest room they’ll spend the night, Elizabeth makes sure they both exchange the clothes worn at the train ride by clean ones. Like one maternity blog recommended for people considering visiting a baby, she carefully wash her hands and face. Taking the pristine white towel, she presses the soft fabric against her face, and breathes in the lavender scent. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she tries to build up the courage to leave the room.

Hamid notices her lingering there. Encircling her waist from behind, Hamid kissed her cheek and offered more encouraging words.

“We can do this. Together.”

She meets his eyes in the mirror.

“Alright. If you think we can do it...”

Hamid raised her hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it. “I know we can. And I’ll make sure you have fun in the process.”

“Happy anniversary!” Hamid’s voice reverberated in the foyer as soon as Hayley walked in their direction, arms wide open.

She greeted both with hugs and kisses on the cheeks, and Elizabeth offered the bottle of Chardonnay, the ribbon in a shade of red that matched Hayley’s cropped cache-coeur.

“Thank you!” she accepted the gift and offered one of the smiles reserved to the inner circle of friends and family, open and warm, baring most of her white perfectly lined teeth. “You didn’t have to, but… since you did… we will make good use of it.” She winked.

“You better, kankiş [1].”

Hayley excused herself for a moment to put the bottle away, then hopped to her friends with unconcealed joy.

“I missed you! But don’t expect forgiveness for missing our dinner party!” she said giving Elizabeth one of her nasty looks. Had she not been friends with Hayley for all these years, she’d break into a fit of apologies; however, knowing her like she does, she giggles.

“You know I’d come if I could...”

“How I hate you for being so smart and important and having to do all this important stuff and having no time to be here partying with your gals…” Hayley narrowed her eyes in mocking indignation, and Elizabeth smiled at the banter.

“I’ll always make the time for you.”

“You better, Lady Foredale. It takes one click to know where and what you’re doing! Don’t try to fool me!”

“This will never not be a very disturbing threat...” Hamid muttered.

“Just behave.” Hayley winked at him.

Throwing her arms around their shoulders, Hayley guided them to the drawing room, while they shared the latest news. In fact, most of the conversation was a quick-witted back-and-forth between Hamid and Hayley, peppered by laughs.

Quieter than usual, Elizabeth barely listened to them. Her attentive eyes widened at the renovations done to the drawing room. The room had been emptied of most of the old furniture and antiquities giving space to a child-friendly space decorated with a contemporary and cosier furniture, and a multitude of toys displayed in lower shelves. Even to someone with zero experience in the subject, that looked like a place a baby could play safely.

At the centre of the room, confirming the theory, Alaska was playing over a bright mat with an adorable miniature town’s print with little roads and buildings. Her tiny hands moved toys over the little streets and houses.

“Mi cielito [2]! Look who has come to visit you!” Hayley cried and the baby’s head darted to where the trio was standing. She speaks slowly and clear with the baby, whose bright blue eyes watch the newcomers with interest. “It’s Uncle Hamid and Auntie Lizzy!”

In the blink of an eye, Hamid crossed the distance and crouched in front of the baby, his lively conversation, earning toothless smiles from Alaska and an exciting babbling about a blue toy car that was practically shoved in his face.

Confident, Hayley smiled at the pair. Hamid and his unlimited self-assurance will guarantee the perfect anniversary she’s looking forward. Shifting her attention to Elizabeth, who is also looking at the scene, she notices a mix of curiosity and tenderness in her eyes, though her shoulders are still raised with tension.

“Lizzy,” she said softly. “Just a heads-up, Alaska might be a little moody today... She barely saw her papa and I think she’ll get her first tooth soon, right, my darling girl?”

The baby gnawed at the rubber giraffe’s leg, shoving it almost entirely into her mouth.

“Imagine how cute when she has all the little teeth!” Hamid cooed.

“You wouldn’t say that if it were your nipples stuck in her little toothy mouth!”

“Sorry.” He raised his hands apologetically but couldn’t stifle a chuckle.

“So, you’re going to the cantina at Moorfield... Alessandro’s,” Elizabeth changed the subject.

“Yes!” She clapped her hands, moaning with delight. “Can't wait to have the cannoli.”

“If they’re as good as their tiramisu…”

“Better! You must try it! They’re A-MA-ZING!”

“It can’t possibly be any better than the cannoli from that place near Piazza Navona,” Hamid says, focusing his attention on his friend. “Remember that place?”

“How could I forget? Those cannoli were good, sure. But the ones at Alessandro’s? Absolutely tops those! The cook is from this tiny village near Florence and most of his dishes are family recipes from like… two hundred years!”

“That sounds amazing!"

“My mouth is watering already! Perhaps we should all go there!”

“Don’t you dare suggest that!” Hayley pointed a menacing finger at Hamid. “I’ll kick your arse back to Istanbul, Osmanoğlu, if you even dare propose such an outrageous thing! I swear to all the goddesses!”

“Don’t worry.” Elizabeth patted her arm. “You’ll have your perfect romantic dinner.”

“I hope so. Ernest is so stressed out already…" Hayley sighed, and almost wished she had a giraffe of her own to gnaw and release the stress. “His meeting got delayed… and he got home right before you guys… and he barely had time with Alaska…” she growled and raised both hands before taking a deep breath. “Anyway… He's showering now… and he’ll meet us soon. Guess I better tell you a bit about Alaska’s routine, show you the nursery and everything else...”

Hayley looked Elizabeth up and down, from the multi-layered gold necklace to the fancy peach silk button-up blouse to the long curls dangling around her face and down her shoulders.

“But first, maybe you want to change your clothes and tie your hair, Lizzy." Oblivious to the disconcerted look prompted in her friend, Hayley turned around and snapped her fingers. “Osmanoğlu, baby.”

Immediately, Hamid scooped Alaska from the floor, and she giggled at him while being carried, the giraffe clutched in her hands.

“Don’t worry, Hayley,” Elizabeth replied, pointing at herself, “I changed as soon as we got here. No train germs.”

“Only regular germs,” Hamid joked, but his audience didn’t seem so receptive to this kind of humour judging by the glances thrown in his direction.

“Trust me. I’m not worried about germs,” Hayley explained, “but your own safety.”

Elizabeth didn’t even have the time to question what she meant. Hamid stepped too close to coo about Alaska’s cute rosy cheeks, and the baby’s chubby fingers entangled on the woman's long curls, pulling her hair down hard and making her squeal.

Hayley stepped closer, calmly disentangling the few hairs pulled by the root that remained tightly grasped between the baby's fingers, and with a serious look reprimanded Alaska with a low voice, then mouthed softly to the baby while gently stroking Elizabeth's hair. “Gentle. Gentle is good. Pull is bad. Hurts. Makes her cry.” She made a crying face after uttering the last word.

To the others astonishment, when she turned around to face them again, her expression had completely changed to what it was a moment before. No sign of the demonstration that could be on any of the maternity blogs Elizabeth researched on their way to Ledford Park.

“Like every other baby, Alaska pulls things, especially hair, and takes whatever she can reach to her mouth... So, you better tie your hair in a bun. And maybe lose that necklace too... Do you have a tee? I suppose you don’t want to stain that gorgeous blouse with drool and soup.”

Elizabeth nodded, and they agreed to meet upstairs at the nursery.

Less than five minutes later, Elizabeth stood by the door, hair pulled in a high bun and sporting a teal tee borrowed from Hamid’s bag. With her arrival, Hayley resumed describing the baby’s routine before bedtime and showed them around, opening and closing drawers filled with nappies, wipers and tubes of creams, pristine baby clothes perfectly folded and organized by colour and sorted by type.

Holding Alaska in his arms, Hamid moved closer to the windows. Stealing a glance at him over her shoulder, without missing Hayley’s explanation, Elizabeth observed their interactions. Clearly, she loves being around him – her toothless smiles and cute sounds are not the only indications of that. For the past several minutes, the baby hasn’t shown any desire of returning to her mother’s arm or paid attention for more than a few seconds to the quietest of them all now that her hair was no longer dangling. Definitely, Hamid is a natural at this like he bragged about; not a sign of aversion at the excited high-pitched squeals so close to his ears every now and then that make her skin crawl, or at the drool that moistens his expensive shirt. It was in fact Hayley who worried and exchanged Alaska’s bib for a fresh one with yellow ducks print and placed a matching shoulder diaper over Hamid’s shoulder.

“Very fashionable,” he remarked, making a face at Hayley, while raising his shoulders moving to an imaginary beat.

“And versatile. It keeps my princess from drooling over you, and you from drooling over my hot friend over there...” Hayley quipped without missing a beat, throwing an amused look at Elizabeth, who was quizzically looking at the items of the small medicine box they keep at the top shelf. Judging by the non-response of her cheeks to her remark, Hayley assumed she didn’t hear a thing and was already picturing at least a hundred different scenarios where she'd need the items.

"Lizzy," Hayley called softly, and the other's face jerked to her direction. "We have that here just in case. Except for a couple of the Hello Kitty Band-Aids, I don't recall using anything else… I'll show you how to change the nappy."

Hamid is so engrossed in playing with Alaska and making jokes while she describes the step-by-step, she knows he’s not paying attention to anything Hayley said, so she focused even harder on every word leaving her mouth and prays they’re fortunate enough to not be gifted one of the explosive poops Hayley described in such graphic details.

“And voilà! That's how it’s done!” Hayley said and her apt fingers fastened the tiny buttons in the onesie’s legs, despite what can only be described as a very excited performance of Irish tap-dancing from Alaska. She helped her sit up on the changing table, and at the sight of Hamid’s broad smile, Alaska stretched her arms in his direction, and he happily obliged to pick her up.

“Traitor,” Hayley whispered, but there was no real annoyance in her tone, and Hamid winked at her. The more at ease with either of them, the better.

“Neither too tight nor too loose,” Elizabeth mumbled and wrote some more notes about the process in her mobile.

“Liz, relax.” Hayley bumped her shoulder with hers gently and didn’t hold a chuckle. “There won’t be a test. I made my darling husband promise that.”

Elizabeth let out a low breathed laugh to the teasing, though it would not surprise her if Sinclaire quizzed her about the literature and the meticulous schedule he sent her.

“I don’t want to miss anything important.”

“I know you won’t,” she said. “But you should trust your instincts.”

“Oh! I don’t believe I got those kinds of instincts…”

“And you believe I have?!” Hayley retorted; her words almost toppled by a loud cackle. “No matter how much you plan or take notes, dealing with babies has a lot of room to the unpredictable… Babysitting is not like baking a cake. We can give you pointers… but, in the end, you must trust yourself. You’re smart and perceptive. Pay attention to Alaska, to her behaviour... She can't talk yet, but she still communicates a lot...”

Elizabeth nodded.

“Here,” Hayley said and picked Alaska from Hamid’s arms and practically shoved her into Elizabeth’s arms, surprise making her stiff. “Hold her a bit.”

“But she prefers –” Elizabeth tried to argue, but Hayley gave a look, the one she knew resisting is pointless. “I have no idea what I’m doing here.”

Amused, the other leaned forward and adjusted her arm to the position Alaska prefers.

“Just smell her head,” Hayley whispered.

“Excuse me?” Elizabeth looked puzzled, the other’s head bobbing excited.

“Smell her head,” she repeated deliberately slowly.

Bowing, Elizabeth sniffed the top of the fair blonde head of the baby. A distinct soft scent, not too sweet nor floral, characteristic of baby’s products.

“Isn’t that the most amazing smell in the world?”

“They should bottle that smell…” Hamid whispered closer to Elizabeth’s ear, and she simply smiled at both, unsure what was all that excitement about. Sure, the baby smells nice, but she can enumerate at least a dozen other smells that could stir a stronger reaction…

For an entire minute, Alaska smiled and blabbered while Hayley and Hamid made faces at her, the man absolutely thrilled with the sight of the baby in his girlfriend’s arms.

“See. Alaska is easily entertained.”

“Something else we have in common,” Hamid added and soon they went downstairs to the secondary kitchen adapted to the family’s needs.

It was closer to the drawing room, which makes it more practical for their routine these past months, like Hayley explains. A wistful gaze wanders around the room for a few breaths before she resumed talking in her usual fast and lively manner, and Elizabeth wonders what that means. Does she miss her old life, now that her world seems to have become so much smaller and different from what it was less than a year ago?

In the corner of the room, with a privileged view of the terrace and the hills beyond Ledford Park, there is a table with a cosy setting and four chairs and the baby's highchair.

“I recommend you bring at least one toy. The giraffe is her favourite these days. And you can play a song on your mobile or sing to her. She loves it."

“Do you think we can convince your Auntie Liz to sing a duet with me? She has an angelic voice!" Hamid said in a conspiratorial tone to Alaska, throwing a look at the woman in question, and the baby blabbered. “Oh, you’re looking forward to it! So am I!" Hamid winked at his girlfriend, and she shook her head slowly, but couldn't hide a timid smile.

The sharp and fast tapping of shoe soles announced Ernest Sinclaire's arrival. The man walked in, dressed in an elegant black suit carrying a folder, the perfect portrayal of the businessman he is. His confident steps brought him straight to Hayley. They have been together for many years, but like a moth that cannot resist the light, that’s him with his wife. His feet will take him straight to her, no matter how many times Mrs. Sinclaire chastised him for doing so when they have guests – though, considering the tone she uses, she seems more than pleased he has found someone that he loves so that he’d ignore rules of propriety.

Smiling, he kissed Hayley’s temple, and she encircled his waist with one arm, leaning closer to kiss his cheek and brag about her dashing husband. Blushing, he moved away from her to share a quick hug with Elizabeth, and a firm handshake with Hamid.

In Hamid’s arm, Alaska immediately squealed and squirmed, trying to reach her father. Ernest handed the folder to Elizabeth and took Alaska from him; she snuggled, and he kissed her head repeatedly, whispering that he missed his “little princess”.

“A minute ago, she loved me and now...” Hamid gestured pointedly to the display of father-daughter affection, and Elizabeth was not sure he was not truly wounded by what seemed some sort of betrayal in his eyes.

“Hey! Suck it up! I had her nine months in my womb, endured sixteen hours of labour, and not even I can compete with that!”

Ernest laughed at his wife and proudly swayed with the baby.

“I still love you,” Elizabeth said softly, her voice as gentle as the touch of her hand caressing his, and his eyes darted to her.

“The only opinion that truly matters.” He kissed the tip of her nose making her giggle.

For a few relaxed moments, the four adults exchanged amenities, mostly about London and news about the friends Hayley hasn’t seen in a while, before the conversation shifted to the baby, who demanded their attention.

“I’ve sent you an e-mail with the schedule and all the information.” Then he pointed at the folder in her hand. “But I had it printed in case your mobile run out of battery or Alaska throws it inside a glass.”

“It happened once, Ernest!” Hayley snapped and Elizabeth looked astonished between the two.

“I cannot guarantee it won’t happen again.”

“Mental note: keep new expensive mobile away from the baby,” Hamid mumbled.

“Smart move. Hurling things is among her abilities,” Hayley added. “And any other activity that involves testing laws of physics.”

Attentive, Elizabeth flipped the several pages of the folder in her hands while Ernest gave her some pointers.

“Amor, will they be raising Alaska from now on and you’re keeping this a secret from me?”

Ernest rolled his eyes and bit his tongue. “They don’t know her like we do, darling. Information is essential."

“Information for Liz to get another Masters, it seems...”

Ignoring Hayley's teasing, Elizabeth and Sinclaire went through the long list of recommendations, until it reached the page with a list of emergency contacts, including Alaska’s doctor, and the restaurant.

“Which I beg of you not to call, unless there is a real emergency that neither of you can solve,” Hayley whispered to Hamid, who nodded.

Satisfied with this promise, Hayley walked back to her husband’s side. Whispering into his ear recommendations of letting Elizabeth and Hamid get used to the baby, which included feeding her, Hayley kissed his cheek.

“Now I leave Alaska at your care. When I come back, I’ll be even hotter to match my husband’s elegance,” saying that she left.

During her absence, contrary to her recommendations, Alaska remained in her father’s exclusive care.

Having exchanged the flats for heels, Hayley sashayed into that very same room almost an hour later, wearing a revealing golden dress with a plunging V-neck and spaghetti straps that crossed in the back.

Hamid whistled, and Hayley did her best catwalk, as if she were at one of the Fashion Weeks runaways, posed to imaginary cameras and turned around walking back to the door.

Laughing wholeheartedly, she turned around to be showered in compliments by her friends and husband. All the flattery however was not enough to distract from the fact that the latter was holding a spoon, preparing to feed Alaska. It took only one knowing look, and Sinclaire cleared his throat and spoke to Hamid in an attempt at dissimulation.

“Just take a spoonful from the edge,” he said, “and let it cool down. No blowing.”

Understanding, Hamid faked interest and accepted the spoon and changed places with Ernest.

“We should go, amor [3],” Hayley said, draping an arm around her husband’s, and sharing a meaningful look with her friends. “They got everything covered, right?”

Despite the assurance expressed by Hamid and Elizabeth, Sinclaire hesitated and lingered by the kitchen.

Losing sight of her father, Alaska started crying.

The tears streaming down her cheeks and the redness of her face distressed him. He looked between Hayley and the baby. His mind dwelling on the choices: he doesn’t want his baby to starve or be miserable, but with weeks in advance he planned the perfect night out for them, and they certainly need alone time.

“Ernest,” Hayley called him softly, and he opened his eyes, removing the fingers pressing the bridge of his nose. With despondency, he looked around the room. Elizabeth is brilliant and one of the most organized people he knows, he has entrusted her to take care of their baby but his confidence wavers, seeing how completely lost she seems... Perhaps he was wrong to assume she would succeed at that because of the other qualifications… Hopefully, Hayley will be right once again, and Hamid will step forward and do his magic. Just a few more minutes and things will be alright. He puts his faith in this.

Minutes slip by and the crying subsides. Sinclaire insisted on following his instincts and helped Elizabeth hold Alaska.

Hayley would have more fun watching the despair in Elizabeth’s eyes trying to calm the baby and the reluctance in Sinclaire’s every action if she were not dying to go out, and sensing her husband was about to reach his breaking point. She was about to intervene when Hamid stepped up, asking his girlfriend to hand him the baby.

“Go!” Hamid said, while holding Alaska, “We can handle her.”

Sinclaire verbally agreed, but he still comes back to say a last goodbye to Alaska. The crying worsens after each of the five times he does that. Alaska starts crying louder, her face turning impossibly redder.

The desperation in Sinclaire’s face is not erased by the hand he rubs over it twice. There’s so much guilty in his eyes...

“Perhaps... we should stay in...” he murmurs.

“Hey,” Elizabeth said softly, and he looked at her. “We’ve got this. Go have your celebration. If I can write arguments persuasive enough to swing voters at Parliament, I think I can convince a baby to eat carrots.”

Hayley shared a knowing look with Hamid, conveying her line of thought was completely wrong. However, when Sinclaire finally nodded and agreed to leave, she held her tongue.

Hayley kissed Alaska’s forehead and whispered loving words, promising to see her soon.

After putting on his coat, Ernest halted at the door and looked back. The high-pitched crying couldn't be confined in the kitchen. His heart tightened and his will faltered again.

Hayley placed a hand over his cheek and turned his face to hers. “It’s not the first time we must leave her...” she said, her tone soft and her eyes tender. “She will be alright.”

He gulped. Her words were true. Countless times she cried when he left to go to work in the morning these past months, or when Hayley had an appointment where she couldn’t take the baby; and in each of those occasions Alaska had been fine. It was time he learned to deal with this feeling. This was important to Hayley and to him.

“Alright,” he conceded and held the door open for her.

“Trust them. They'll be alright. All of them.”

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Notes:

Kankiş (Turkish) – can be translated as best friend.

Mi cielito (Spanish) - means my little sky, and is a term of endearment that can be translated as my darling or sweetheart.

Amor (Spanish) - means love, and is used as term of endearment.

#desire and decorum #playchoices #choices fanfic #ernest sinclaire #prince hamid #ernest sinclaire x oc #prince hamid x oc #ernest sinclaire x hayley parker #hamid x elizabeth #desire & decorum #desire and decorum AU #motherhood

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member — husband!jun x reader genre — fluff word count — 2.8k synopsis — this year for your anniversary, jun takes you on a trip down memory lane through the flowers of your past. warnings — the time skips between past & present, reader wears a dress at the end, some kissing, very brief cheol & seokmin cameos. nothing too extreme but they're a gross adorable happy married couple notes — this is for @svthub's secret garden collab! this fic is very special to me for many reasons but mostly because it's based on a little beach town where we used to go when i was growing up and i have so many fond memories of that experience (and also because i love jun hehe). i hope you enjoy :)

one reblog = one bouquet of flowers from jun 💐

“jun, can you at least tell me where we’re going?”

he shakes his head, a grin across his face. “nope! it’s a surprise.”

you frown and cross your arms, sitting down on the bed. “well, how am i supposed to know what to pack, then, if i don’t know where we’re going?”

jun pauses, his brow furrowed. “oh. yeah.” suddenly he pulls out his phone, studying the screen carefully, and you can’t help but laugh at him.

“what are you doing now?” you ask.

he looks up at you like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “checking the weather,” he says. “it’s supposed to be nice and warm but the weather app says it’ll be windy, so pack a jacket.” he pauses, thinking. “maybe more than one jacket.”

you stand and walk over to your closet, pulling out two hangers: a long brown coat, and a thin cardigan. “which one?”

his face lights up and he laughs, pointing to the coat. “that one, for sure.”

“excuse me, do you need some help?”

ice cold drops of rain pour down around you as you stand underneath the overhang in front of the grocery store, cursing yourself for not checking the weather more thoroughly before you went out today. it had been a deceptively sunny day earlier, but during the rainy spring season you never know when the weather will flip on a dime and the skies open up like they have today. your outfit had been perfect for the sunshine, but now it’s nowhere near enough to protect you from the rain.

at the sound of a voice you turn and see a tall man coming out of the store behind you, a plastic thank-you bag sticking out from under his arm. “do you live far?” he asks. “you can borrow my umbrella, if you want.”

you start to tell him no, you’re fine thanks, but you pause when you study his face a little closer, realizing you recognize him. “you look familiar… do i know you?”

he nods his head a little in response. “aren’t you seungcheol’s friend? i’ve seen you at his parties sometimes— you were at new year’s, right?”

you give him a nod, relaxing a little now that you know he’s friendly, but you’re still surprised when he says your name. “yep, that’s me,” you say with a polite laugh. “but i’m sorry, i don’t remember your name.”

“don’t worry about it,” he grins. “i’m junhui, by the way, but my friends call me jun. you can call me jun.”

you stick out your hand, and he shakes it enthusiastically. “well, it’s very nice to officially meet you, jun,” you smile.

“so, about that umbrella,” he says.

“oh, no, i’m alright,” you say, waving him off. “i’m not far away. just working up the courage to sprint back home,” you say with a laugh.

“let me give you a ride,” he says. “a little bit shorter of a sprint for you, at least? i live at the apartments a couple blocks down, it’s not out of my way.”

“i’ll be fine,” you say, shaking your head as a gust of wind nearly knocks you over. “but it’s very kind of you to offer.”

he frowns a little. “well, i can’t in good conscience let you go running around in the rain without an umbrella or anything,” he says, thinking. he shifts his bag of groceries to his other arm and starts shrugging off his coat. “here, take my jacket. your outfit would get all ruined in the rain.”

you want to tell him no again, but the rain continues to pour around you, and your shoes are already soaked in water. and his coat does look pretty warm…

“okay, fine,” you say finally, accepting the clothing from him and slipping your arms into the sleeves as he tosses it around your shoulders. “but how do i get it back to you?”

“are you going to cheol’s housewarming party next weekend?” he asks, and you nod. “you can give it to me then.”

“alright. i’ll take good care of it for you,” you say with a smile, and he grins in response.

“i’m really sorry, i’ve gotta rush off to a meeting,” he says, checking his watch. “but it was nice meeting you, and i hope we see each other again soon!”

he gives you a little wave, then dashes off into the rain, holding his plastic bag over his head to protect himself. you pull the hood of his coat up over your head, feeling a little guilty for leaving him without a jacket; but he had offered, and you would see him again anyway. you’d have to figure out a way to repay him next time you saw him.

“now will you tell me where we’re going?”

the warm morning breeze brushes against your cheeks as you roll the windows down, resting your elbow out of the car. you lean your head back against the headrest and sigh, glancing over at jun in the driver’s seat. the wind blows his hair around in his face, a tousled flurry of brown against his tan skin.

you still have no idea where you’re headed for your anniversary trip, and it looks like jun has no intention of letting you know anytime soon. but that thought couldn’t be farther from your mind as you watch jun drive, buzzing in his seat with how excited he is to reveal his plans.

“nope,” he says, and you whine in response. “but you’ll see soon enough.” he grins at you and reaches across the seat to rest his hand on your leg, and you rest your hand on top of his, tilting your head against the seat to look out the window.

as he drives along the road, the city gets less and less dense until you’re out on a long back road, nothing but green fields and tall grass as far as the eye can see. eventually jun pulls off onto a dirt path and stops the car in a tiny parking lot. a small wooden sign announces the name of the park, along with a note that reminds visitors to pick up their trash.

he pulls the keys out of the ignition and turns to you, grinning. you smile back at him, waiting for him to say something. “is this your big surprise… ?”

he laughs, leaning over the center console to kiss your cheek before opening his door. “no. this is just lunch.”

he gets out of the car and pops open the trunk, pulling out a small cooler and a blanket before shutting it again. he holds out his hand to you, motioning for you to follow him, and when you take his hand he squeezes a little, turning back to smile at you before leading you over to a shady spot in the grass.

he spreads the picnic blanket out and you start to open the cooler to help him set up, but he swats your hand away playfully. “let me do it,” he pouts, and you can’t ever say no to him, especially when he’s gone through such lengths to plan all this, so you let him continue on with what he’s doing.

he pulls out a bottle of sparkling apple juice and two plastic champagne flutes, handing one to you so he can pour yours out first, before pouring his own and setting the bottle down.

“we’ll have the real stuff once we get to the hotel,” he says with a grin, holding up his glass to clink with yours.

“oh, so we’re staying at a hotel?” you say, raising your eyebrows at him as you take a sip.

he scowls. “you’re not getting any info out of me until we get there, so don’t even try!”

you laugh, laying down on your side on the blanket, and he pulls out paper-wrapped sandwiches from the cooler. he looks at them both and then hands you yours, with your name printed in careful but messy lettering and little hearts drawn around it in sharpie.

it’s so cute you almost don’t want to ruin it by opening it, and you look at it fondly for such a long time that by the time you finally start to unwrap it, jun is already halfway done with his. you call his name, holding back a laugh when he looks up from his sandwich with mustard smeared on one corner of his mouth and up his cheek. “what?” he asks, mouth full.

“nothing,” you giggle, reaching over to wipe the mustard off his face with your thumb before wiping your hand with a napkin. “i just love you.”

“number 36, two ham and swiss for jun?”

the barista calls out the order, and jun jumps out of his seat to go grab the food. despite being the middle of the day, there isn’t much of a lunch crowd in the cafe this afternoon.

after seeing jun again at your friend seungcheol’s get-together, you’d really hit it off, and you’d casually offered to get lunch with him sometime. and as luck would have it, your schedules lined up so that you both had a free afternoon the very next day. jun had recommended the cafe down the street owned by his friend seokmin, raving on and on about his chocolate chip muffins, and you’d been convinced.

he comes back to the table a second later holding a little wood tray with two sandwiches, carefully handing you yours before sitting down again.

not only does the sandwich end up being great, but the company you’re with ends up being the best part of the lunch. getting to know jun is more fun than you’ve ever had, and when you look down to check your watch and realize that you’ll be late to work if you stay any longer, you’re honestly disappointed it has to end here.

“do you wanna go out again sometime?” jun asks nervously as you both stand up. “maybe… dinner or something, next time?”

“yeah.” pushing your chair in, you give him a bright smile. “i would really like that. dinner sounds great.”

he grins, and you can almost see his cheeks flush a little as he follows you out of the cafe. walking back to your car parked next to his on the sidewalk, he tells you all about the new recipes he’s been wanting to try and how he can’t wait to show you his favorites, already eager to cook you dinner.

being around him feels like you’ve known each other for years, and in that moment you realize this lunch is only a first date with jun. he’s already making plans for a second, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

he helps you into your car and gives you a wave before walking away to get into his own. and long after his car has pulled away and you’re still sitting in the parking lot, you can’t help but smile, thinking about how wonderful today has been and how much you’re looking forward to seeing him again.

“we’re here, baby, are you awake?”

jun’s soft voice pulls you out of your nap and you blink slowly, sitting up and massaging the kink in your neck from sleeping against the window. you had wanted to stay awake to see where jun was taking you, but with the excitement from packing you hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, and the feeling of warm sunshine on your face and the rolling of the car had put you right to sleep.

rubbing your eyes, you stare out the window to see what he’s talking about, but it only takes you a few seconds to immediately recognize where you are. “jun!” you gasp, looking over at him, and he beams back at you with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen.

“surprise,” he giggles, watching your giddy reaction as he drives along the familiar coastal highway. it’s the same little town you spent your honeymoon with him years ago, that you’ve always said you’d wanted to visit again but between both of your busy lives you haven’t had the chance to.

you roll down the window, sticking your head out of the car and inhaling the fresh, salty sea air.

jun pulls into the hotel parking lot: a little inn that, by the looks of it, hasn’t changed much since the last time you were here. you hop out and come around to meet jun at the other side of the car and he gives you a kiss on the cheek as he stands up, shutting the car door and taking your hand to lead you to the front office to check in.

when you pull open the door, the front desk is decorated just like how you remember it. paintings of ocean scenes hang on the walls, and driftwood and seashells sit atop every antique wooden table. you walk across the room to pick up a magazine off one of the tables, flipping through it to see advertisements for local restaurants, wine tastings, and local art shows.

you’re so invested reading an article about the owner of the inn, that you don’t notice how jun lowers his voice talking to the man at the front desk, whispering and nodding quickly before he hands the room keys to your husband. he grins and shakes the man’s hand before calling your name, and you turn around and grab his hand again, ready to go see your room.

jun hands you the keys and lets you lead the way, tugging him after you. muscle memory comes back to you as your feet carry you up the stairs to the same room you’d stayed in so long ago. he follows after you, unable to hide the smile on his face as he sees your excitement. it’s not often you get to go on vacation together, and he’s determined to make sure this anniversary is one you won’t forget.

outside the room you unlock the door, but when you see what’s inside you nearly drop everything you’re holding. the entire room is covered in flowers, with pink rhododendrons and pretty white blooms in vases on every table and rose petals scattered across the bed. by the mini refrigerator there’s a bottle of champagne resting in a bucket of ice, a little note attached with a bow around the neck of the bottle.

you turn around and jun is right behind you, beaming like a little kid that’s just been told they can have dessert before dinner as he watches your reaction. it had cost him a lot to get the owner to do all this extra stuff, but when jun had talked to him on the phone he was more than happy to help him plan it all out for such a special occasion.

you throw your arms around him and he giggles, walking you backwards into the room. the luggage in the open car trunk is long forgotten as his lips press against yours, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

“are you ready?”

jun asks from the driver’s seat as you sit beside him in the car. your dress bunches up around you as you turn to look at him, pushing the fabric out of the way so you can lean across the cupholders to kiss him, the first of many kisses today and over the years that will come.

he smiles against your lips before pulling away to start the car, and you look out your passenger side window one more time. all of your friends and family stand outside the car, waving and cheering and holding bouquets of bright pink rhododendrons.

jun twists around to look behind him at the rear window, where the words “just married” are written in chalk marker, as he reverses out of the parking lot.

once everyone is out of sight, you begin to relax into your seat, kicking off the shoes that have been hurting your feet all night. you’re leaving before any of your guests are, having stayed at the reception just long enough to cut the cake and have your first dance, so it’s still early enough in the evening to have some time to yourselves

“where are we going?” you ask, reclining the seat a little with a sigh as you gaze out the window. the stars are beginning to come out, little twinkling lights in the sky, and you smile as you think about today, finally a moment to relax and reflect on everything.

your new husband grins and shakes his head, sliding one hand across the seat to intertwine his fingers with yours. “nope. it’s a surprise.”

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