#so please always try your best no matter what u have my love n support !!!

[naenaex0xx]

good night !!! take care n hydrate <3

[aliaology]

BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY

summary: you used to date quinn, the relationship starting not long after him and his other ex broke up. she got mad, made drama about you, and in the end, it flared up by the time your relationship was long gone.

pairings: quinn hughes x fem!reader

warnings: death threats

thin mints. god you loved thin mints, and currently you craved them. actually, you craved the nice memories they brought. the memories where your ex told you he would have some guy get some for you. he ended up being that guy.

quinn hughes. your favorite past lover who will continue to outshine the rest. he treated you well, made you happy. he was perfect.

bonding over the black eyed peas and the smiths was something you found to be hard when it came to other people. but with quinn, it was easy. he made love seem easy and effortless.

but the downside, was his ex. she was pretty, but they had broken up about three months prior to you and him hooking up and then ultimately getting together. no one necessarily knew of their breakup. they didn’t post pictures often of each other due to quinn living in vancouver and his ex living in michigan.

so everyone assumed they were fine, until quinn decided to hard launch your relationship. you were fine with it at first. it was innocent, like the cuddling on trampolines you guys loved to do.

but now you were being called a slut. at this very moment, you were being called a slut and getting death threats. at the time, you were getting the same treatment.

it seemed his ex put the idea that he cheated on her with you, into everyones head. and they believed it. they believed it because of the stereotype against hockey players. the stereotype against girl best friends.

but that didn’t stop your relationship. you were so into it. you were there for everything, even his brothers… until you weren’t. it wasn’t like you both ended on bad terms. in fact, you both ended things, stating it was better to stay friends.

then she released a song. a song where she practically tore you apart, tore you down. you were the hot topic on her tongue.

she painted you out to be the bad guy. the manipulator. the one who made him take you to bed. you were just trying to hold him close and love him.

the only win from the whole situation was the fact he called you his favorite love. that you would always be the favorite.

but to everyone, you were the slut. you didn’t have a choice in that matter. you were the homewrecker. all because you liked a boy.

ynusername

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ynusername all because i liked a boy. coming out oct 14 (with permission). thinking of dating a boy with an ex? i wouldnt recommend it. especially if stuff happens after you had already broken up!

comments.

user and shes gonna eat 😜

user she alr did with ‘skin’ 🤭🤭

user DIE WHORE

_quinnhughes insanely proud of u y/n/n

ynusername thank u quinner 😪

jackhughes AND ALL OF THIS FOR WHAT⁉️⁉️⁉️

lhughes_06 WHEN EVERYTHING WENT DOWN WE’D ALREADY BROKEN UP 😱😱😱

user all hughes brothers being her no.1 supporters is so cute

jackhughes can i get you thin mints this time

jackhughes im exless!

jackhughes no im not but my ex forgot i exist!

jackhughes choose me instead!

_quinnhughes jack please this is embarrassing for u

jackhughes SHUT UP QUINN

user i cant tell if quinn is okay with this or not

ynusername he is 😭 me and him are best friends now and have no hard feelings or any romantic feelings towards one another anymore. plus jack will never have a chance 🤷‍♀️

user ITS GONNA BE A BOP LMFAO

user slut! homewrecker! cunt!

user banned!

user i love i live i laugh

user i alr know this will slap

trevorzegras @/jackhughes shes mine

user STOP.

user puckbunny ass bitch

user i know what im streaming when it comes out!

user i still prefer quinns ex over y/n

user then use her name instead of y/ns xx 😻

erm..! this lowkey sucks LMFAO

taglist (perm!) @hockeyboysarehot (just ask to be added for perm tags! <3)

[pukefactory]

PLEASE comfort with n murder drones Tumblr dot com with a s/o who is emotional and constantly thinks they’re not good enough for n whenever you can! /ref ^^

remember to dink warder and eat when u need to bestieeee <3

If there’s one thing I’m particularly good at, it’s drinking plenty of water (which isn’t very good when my bladder is as fragile as glass lol)—but I hope you’re taking care of yourself too, staying hydrated and eating when necessary. The same applies to anyone reading this! That aside, this is such a wholesome request, and I hope reading about N being an absolute sweetheart eases any troubles you might be facing.

˖⁺‧₊˚ ˚₊‧⁺˖✮ WARM THOUGHTS ✮˖⁺‧₊˚ ˚₊‧⁺˖

▷ Summary: A compilation of headcannons featuring N comforting an insecure reader.

▷ Character(s): Serial Designation N (Murder Drones)

▷ Genre: Headcanons, Fluff, SFW, Comfort

▷ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

✶ Despite his shortcomings, N is deeply in tune with your emotions—possibly even more than you are. He instantly picks up on your distress, much like an emotional support dog, and is by your side before you can even explain what’s bothering you. Once you open up to him, N is determined to do whatever it takes to show how important you are to him.

✶ The moment you begin doubting yourself in any way, N is quick to reassure you that you’re not a burden to him and that you’re the most important person in his life. He pulls you into a gentle embrace, wrapping you in his sturdy metal arms while offering heartfelt affirmations of love and support.

✶ To help you feel at ease when you’re feeling down, N wraps you in the softest, coziest blanket he can find and sits beside you, resting his head on your shoulder while holding your hand. Instinctively, he wraps his tail around you for added comfort and support. Whether you need someone to quietly sit with you or listen to your troubles, he’s always there, no matter what.

✶ N may not be the greatest at offering advice, but he always puts in his best effort. You can count on him to listen carefully and take everything you say to heart. He works tirelessly to help you overcome any self-worth struggles with his gentle smile and playful gestures of affection. When he tells you he loves you, he truly means it—and if you ever doubt it, he’ll make sure to remind you every chance he gets.

✶ Whenever you begin to relax, N does his best to provide a distraction. Whether it’s anime, drawing, or reading, he will try anything to ease your mind. Once the two of you discover an activity that truly soothes your nerves, he makes sure to always have the necessary materials readily available for any future emergencies.

✶ Forehead kisses are his go-to! He gently presses soft kisses against your head to comfort you, whether it’s after a difficult moment or an emotional outburst. The tenderness of his touch provides a calming presence, offering something reassuring to focus on during moments of panic—a sweet and affectionate distraction.

✶ If you feel drained after a panic attack, N will effortlessly pick you up and carry you wherever you need to go. He’ll often keep you close simply out of concern, refusing to let you out of his sight for a while. His default is to hold you in a gentle bridal carry, never showing any signs of strain, no matter how long he carries you. Your comfort is his priority, and as long as you’re at ease, so is he.

✶ Deep down, N is genuinely concerned for your well-being and simply wants to keep you safe by his side. At times, he may push himself too hard in an effort to improve your mental state and solve everything on his own. However, the moment you reassure him to slow down and just stay by your side, he quickly relaxes, realizing that his presence alone is more than enough for you.

[blingblong55]

Perfect imperfection- John Price// Simon Riley

Photo credits: @ave661

Based on a request: Hi! can you please maybe do price or simon w a reader who gave birth to a child with some sort fo dissability or sickness and when reader and simon/price goes out reader sees a happy family and reader starts to feel insecure that they couldn't give price/simon the "perfect family" and price/simon is like oh no u and the kid are already perfect and ill beat up who ever made you feel insecure

---- F!Reader, established!relationship, mum!reader, dad!price, dad!ghost, fluff, baby with a disability/sickness, comfort ----

A/N: didn't tag those in my list since I wasn't sure they'd be comfortable with this one

Price:

It was a long day today. After your daughter was born, it had become a routine to go on walks. Even on days when she would make you stay up later than usual, a walk was a must.

Now, John walks hand in hand with you, his beautiful wife, through the bustling streets, your newborn daughter cradled in her stroller. Isn't she so beautiful? The soft coos and occasional giggles from the baby filled the air with a sense of warmth and joy. But beneath that happiness lingered a layer of worry, a shadow that casts the knowledge that your precious daughter was born with a disability.

As you three stroll along, you can't help but notice the curious glances and sympathetic looks from passersby. Each stare felt like a dagger to your heart, a reminder of your daughter's differences. You try and push away the feelings of insecurity, but they claw at you, threatening to overwhelm your fragile confidence.

"John," you whisper, your voice tinged with uncertainty, "do you ever…feel like she's not…normal?" What a question.

John stops in his tracks, turning to face you with a gentle smile. He reaches out, gently brushing a stray lock from your face.

"Y/N, listen to me," he says, his voice soft but firm. "Our daughter is perfect, just the way she is. Her uniqueness doesn't make her any less beautiful or valuable. She's a miracle, a blessing in our lives."

Tears well up in your soft eyes as you look into your husband's loving gaze. At that moment, she felt a surge of gratitude for the unwavering support he offered, even in the face of your insecurities.

And this was usual at times, he knew best that when they had run tests when you were pregnant, and you had been informed about your daughter's disability something in you doubted carrying the pregnancy. He knew you didn't like to announce your pregnancy anywhere you went. Instead of having that beautiful look all pregnant women had, your face was dull. It wasn't that you would hate that precious angel you carried but rather you were scared for if anyone besides John and you would appreciate her in this world.

How could anyone ever hate this precious baby? How can anyone not want to hold her and squeeze her chubby little face?

"But what if…" you trail off, unable to voice your deepest fears.

He gently takes your hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "We'll face whatever comes our way, together," he promised. "And no matter what, our love for her will never waver. She may be different, but she's still our little miracle."

With his words echoing in your mind, you feel a newfound sense of strength and resolve. You wipe your tears away, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"You're right," you say, your voice steadier now. "I'm sorry for….doubting this, I'm just scared," you mention and he cups your face. "I know, doll," he kisses your forehead and smiles, his eyes falling upon his sweet princess. "Let's get her home soon, her mum is about to have a dinner date soon," he smiles.

As you continue your walk, the weight of the insecurities feels as if they are slowly leaving you. In the embrace of his love, you slowly find the courage to block away the what-ifs.

At this moment, your little family was perfect. As it's always been.

Ghost:

Simon Riley, renowned for his bravery and resilience on the battlefield, found himself facing a new kind of challenge at home: parenthood. His days of clandestine operations and covert missions had taken a backseat to the joys and responsibilities of being a father. Together, with you, he now takes the journey of being a dad to his son, that little ray of sunshine amidst the chaotic world he lives in.

Your son, however, was born with a condition that makes him different from other babies. As you two navigate through doctor's appointments and endless nights of worry, Simon and you find yourselves grappling with insecurities that were never anticipated.

One sunny afternoon, as you both stroll around through the park with your daughter cradled in Simon's arms, you can't shake off the feeling of inadequacy gnawing at your heart. You watch other parents with their perfectly healthy babies, and a wave of self-doubt washes over you.

"Simon," you murmur, "do you ever wish things were different? That our baby wasn't… like this?"

Simon halts, his eyes gentle yet firm as he meets yours. "Hey," he whispers, his free hand reaching out to caress your cheek, "our baby is perfect the way he is. And you, my love, are the most incredible mother he could ever ask for."

Tears well up in your eyes as you listen to his reassuring words. "But… he's not like other babies," you choke out.

there is one thing besides being a soldier that Simon is and that is a father, a proud one at that.

He presses a tender kiss to your cheek. "And that is what makes him special," he declares. "He's unique, just like his beautiful mum. We're a family, and our love for this baby is stronger than the nasty stares from those other parents. Plus, I doubt their baby is as cool as ours," he smiles.

What other baby makes their parents laugh at the cute little stuff they do? What other husband is as amazing as him?

His words were a balm to your wounded spirit, easing the burden of doubt that weighs heavily on your shoulders.

You nod and rest your forehead on his shoulder.

Why must just being this close to him be so comforting? He is precious, isn't he? They are both precious.

This is gorgeous.

Tags:

@scarletdfox @fivmedibenxina @aethelwyneleigh27 @annoyingdragonheart @undercover-smutlover @goldenmclaren

[delusionalwriter02]

do you mind doing inumaki’s gf’s insta? i really love your insta collection, no matter bsd or jjk! (also ranpo needs to learn that life is NOT fair he deserves the ban)

-with support,

anon

Insta as Inumaki's GF

a/n : Hey love! Thank you so much for your request and your kind words!! Hope you'll like it <3

<3 liked by Maki_yum, YujiandSukuna and 548 others.

Yn_ : some get hot pic of their bf, this is what I get

InuMAKI : i'm hot

↳ Yn_ : not in the pic you send me

↳ InuMAKI : as my gf, you're suppose to find me attractive

↳ Yn_ : make an effort

↳ InuMAKI : ain't gonna make any effort if you don't appreciate me

↳ Yn_ : fuck off

↳ Maki_yum : we can feel the love between you

↳ InuMAKI : really ?

↳ Maki_yum : no

↳ PANDAA : men teens theses days can't even be romantic

↳ Yn_ : talk to your stupid friend

↳ InuMAKI : who's stupid ?

↳ Yn_ : you ?

↳ InuMAKI : you ain't sure apparently

↳ Yn_ : i'm done talking w u

↳ InuMAKI : so am i

<3 liked by PANDAA, Megumi_F and 284 others.

Maki_yum : we fight we make up

PANDAA : Katy Perry always got the best lyrics

↳ Maki_yum : ik

Yn_ : YOU don't post me without my consent

↳ InuMAKI : privacy means something to you ?

↳ Maki_yum : you post me ALL OF THE TIME so don't bother me

↳ Yn_ : well I can't say you're wrong BUT STILL

↳ Maki_yum : don't say anything at all

↳ InuMAKI : you talk better to her

↳ Yn_ : go away I can defend myself

↳ InuMAKI : FUCK IT I WAS TRYING TO BE NICE

↳ Yn_ : TRY SOMEWHERE ELSE

↳ Megumi_F : how did you two even ended up together ?

↳ Yn_ : he was so in love w me

↳ InuMAKI : YOU were in love, I just did you the honour of returning your feelings

↳ Yn_ : AN HONOUR ??? YOU CONFESS FIRST

↳ InuMAKI : MAYBE BUT YOU WERE CLEARLY ALREADY IN LOVE

↳ Yn_ : SO WERE YOU

↳ InuMAKI : I made the first step because you were TOO SHY TO EVEN ASK ME

↳ Yn_ : IF I KNEW YOU WERE SUCH AN IDIOT I WOULD HAVE NEVER ACCEPTED

↳ InuMAKI : I LOVE YOU

↳ Yn_ : I LOVE YOU TOO

↳ Maki_yum : I can't understand you

<3 liked by Satoru_thegoat, KugITgirl and 593 others.

Yn_ : meet Tonton

Maki_yum : SO THAT THE NOISES FROM THIS MORNING

↳ Yn_ : what did you thought it was ?

↳ Maki_yum : I prefer to stay silent

Megumi_F : did you just adopt a....... pig ?

↳ InuMAKI : it's not JUST a pig, it's TONTON

↳ Megumi_F : where did that name came from ??

↳ InuMAKI : Naruto, Tsunade's pig

↳ Megumi_F : your life don't have to evolve around anime you know ?

↳ InuMAKI : it brings me joy

↳ Satoru_thegoat : well well well what do we have here

↳ Yn_ : PLEASE LET US KEEP HIM

↳ Geto_OG : You know you don't have the right to keep animals ?

↳ Yn_ : AND PANDA ? IS A PANDA

↳ Geto_OG : You know this is not the same thing

↳ InuMAKI : BUT HE'S SO CUTE!!!!! DARE TO TELL ME YOU DON'T FIND HIM ADORABLE ????

↳ Geto_OG : Finding him adorable isn't the problem, how are you going to take care of him when you're in class or on missions ? An animal is not an object

↳ Yn_ : we know that and Shoko agreed to keep him when we can't, we promise he will receive the love he deserve

↳ Geto_OG : Shoko really said that ?

↳ InuMAKI : YES SHE DID SO SO SO ??????????? WE CAN KEEP HIM

↳ Satoru_thegoat : yes kids you can

↳ Yn_ : LETS GOOOOOO

↳ Geto_OG : well Satoru you're the one in charge of Yaga because I'M SURE he won't be happy

↳ Satoru_thegoat : the old man already have his little plush, he won't be mad

↳ Geto_OG : if you say so

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Yn_ : all mine

Yuuuta : I'm away for 2 weeks and I hear that you've adopted a pig???

↳ InuMAKI : you'll understand when you see him

↳ Yuuuta : I don't doubt it but I CAN'T leave you two alone seriously

↳ Yn_ : meet Tonton and you won't have the same speech

InuMAKI : I don't belong to anybody expect for Armin

↳ Yn_ : your fucking Armin is not real so SHUT UP

↳ Yuuuta : who's Armin ?

↳ InuMAKI : I SWEAR I'LL FORCE YOU ALL TO WATCH ATTACK ON TITAN

↳ Yn_ : STOP FORCING PEOPLE TO WATCH ANIME FOR GOJO SAKE

↳ InuMAKI : AND YOU STOP SAYING GOJO INSTEAD OF GOD

↳ Maki_yum : can the children CALM DOWN FOR TWO DAMN MINUTE

↳ Yn_ : sorry Maki

<3 liked by Yuuuta, Megumi_F and 275 others.

PANDAA : he can't stay away from his pc

Yn_ : he's such an ipad kid

↳ InuMAKI : stop shaming me

↳ Yn_ : i'm not

↳ InuMAKI : I was searching gifts for your bithday but I guess it's cancelled now

↳ Yn_ : WHAT

↳ InuMAKi : EXACTLY SO NOW LET ME FIND YOU PRESENTS IN PEACE

↳ Yn_ : you're mean

↳ InuMAKI : I love you

↳ Yn_ : change the attitude

↳ InuMAKI : I love you my dear and sweet and adorable and nice and gorgeous and amazing love

↳ Yn_ : me too

↳ InuMAKI : NOW YOU'RE THE ONE BEING MEAN

Hey! Hope you liked it ? I love Toge with my WHOLE heart but I couldn't find a way of making this post by keeping his language soooo can we imagine that by text he can speak normally ? Thank you again for your request and your kind words!

with love <3

[jeonghaniehaee]

svt reblogs

master post

reblogs consist of various fics i’ve found that i personally enjoy and hope you do too 🦢

read at ur own risk! some works are 18+ and not meant for younger audiences

there will be some bias towards other members mainly cause i personally read theirs more

order will go: name/link + author, synopsis, and my notes

please support the writers by reblogging their works! everyone in general would appreciate 🕯️

seungcheol:

dad of the year @/wondernus

seungcheol accidentally reveals he has a daughter on a first date and doesn't know how to tell you that his daughter is a dog

notes: i loved this one so much it was just so 💕💞💘💗💓💖

your cherry flavored kisses @/hannyoontify

as his mom always said, kisses are the best kind of medicine for boo-boos

notes: omg sosososo cute 🥹 i loved this one oh so much you can’t believe it 

hello tutorial @/97-liners

it’s your final year of college, and you’ve been elected president of your sorority. this is all great and fine, but as the semester goes on, you find yourself having repeated run-ins with the president of the fraternity next door in a series of unfortunate coincidences (that might not actually be coincidences, as you come to discover). 

or 

in which you’re trying to deal with your crush on seungcheol in a normal way, but the meddling kids are making it harder than it needs to be. 

notes: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS LIKE ALMOST ONE OF MY FAVORITE FICS OF ALL TIME I LOVE IT OH SO MUCH!! please read this it’s actually perfect ive reread it so much just cause of how much i love it. THIS FIC IS THE EPITOME OF MY LIFE. THIS WRITER DESERVES AN OSCAR AND EVERY SINGLE AWARD IN THE WORLD

boyfriend texts @/lololololchips

notes:so cute and sweet ☹️🫶

fifteen to forever @/gyuswhore

Fifteen was the age you had met Choi Seungcheol at a school hockey game. Forever was the age you would find yourself spending with him. 

notes:THIS FIC IS ACTUALLY SOO SWEET I LOVED IT SO MUCH. must read fr💯💯

jeonghan:

nothing new @/luvhhannie

no one would’ve thought that unspoken feelings would’ve been the best for you and jeonghan

notes: hanahaki is such a painfully good au and this fic just perfectly captures it!! i would recommend it wholeheartedly

to live again @/viastro

it’s been years since your last milestone birthday; a time when everything still felt right in the world with youth and ambition. now that you’re older and times have changed, would you dare take a chance to save someone else in the past at the cost of your own future?

notes: oh. my. GOD. this fic is oh sosososo good and i loved the slow burn too. i never expected to have such a lasting impression on a fic but this one is just *chefs kiss* i love it so much, it’s definitely somewhere at the top of my fav fics

ode to you @/lovelyhan 

if there's one thing you've learned from all the lives you've spent together, it's that jeonghan isn't always someone you'll end up wanting. he can be crass. he can be secretive. he can be nothing short of vexing. but in the end, he's everything you need him to be. or:  25 lives in which you find and don't find jeonghan.

notes: this story was so cute and i love how it was created 🥹 i really liked it and i hope yall will too cause this is a great read, and every single life was so good 

proud @/blue-jisungs

hi this is a req ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ i am SUCH  a strong believer that jeonghan babies u no matter what or when. even in front of his members n theyre js like erm get a room?

notes: this is super cute and fluffy, also scoups 😭😭 so funny

my heart is beating for two @/seuonji

you’re a worker at the daycare and of course, your main priority is the safety of the kids. how’d you deal with an unfamiliar face trying to pick up one of the kids one day? 

jeonghan becomes fond of the daycare worker he met the other day, seems like fate is on his side through this journey, or is it?

jeonghan becomes fond of the daycare worker he met the other day. they finally exchanged numbers! how does it go on from there?

notes: all three parts are all sososo good and i loved reading each one. this story is so cute and i just loved reading it and i reallly recommend it🥹

daisies @/viastro 

the best type of revenge is to hurt the person that means the most to them. aka, in which jeonghan is in charge of making you fall in love with him, just to break your heart. 

notes: OMG THIS IS SO GOOD!! i really enjoyed this and i loved reading the whole thing 🫶🫶🫶

beef @/wondernus

in which yoon jeonghan (the random guy you gamed with) found your twitter account, prompting the largest and ugliest twitter beef you've ever been in.

notes: this is so. incredibly. funny. i literally never knew i needed this fic in my life its just so good 😭

the selfish dilemma @/joonsytip

It was love at first sight ever since you laid eyes on Jeonghan. To him, you are the annoying co-worker who keeps asking him out. No one is new to your courting agenda which only pisses off Jeonghan but what happens when you stop, all at once....

notes: this series is incredibly good and i loved. reading it. i really recommend cause it was a great fic and it still stands as a great one

love café @/chocosvt

while you’ve spent the last few months pretending the love café doesn’t exist, you realize you need its services now more than ever. this brings you face to face with jeonghan, the son of a luxury fashion designer who’s got money to burn. your exchanges are strictly business. until they’re not. 

notes: LOVE CAFE ACTUALLY MAKES MY HEAD SPIN I LOVE IT SO MUCH. THIS WRITER WROTE IT PERFECTLY I ACTUALLY ADORE IT SO MUCH!! PLEASE READ I LOVED IT 🙏 JUST EVERYTHING AHHH, IF YOU DONT LISTEN TO ANYTHING ELSE I SAY LISTEN TO THIS LOVE CAFE IS GREAT

the long way @/trblsvt

 it was just like any other shoot. go in, pose, drink water, don't get food on the clothes, and don't joke around with the staff. easy. except it wasn't that easy.

notes: i loved this one so much it was a perfect read and it’s just 😭🫶

the christmas boyfriend @/rubyreduji

when you tell your mom the little white lie that you have a boyfriend, you don’t expect it to evolve into bringing your friend with benefits home for christmas. what can go wrong?

notes: this is actually one of my TOP favorites of all time and of jeonghan fics. if it’s not even first, that is. i loved this so stinking much it’s not even comprehensible. PLEASE im begging you read this. i loved it so much. even if you aren’t reading this at christmas time, it is still a perfect fic and i absolutely love it. one of my first (maybe also my last 🤭) top fics

iris beauty @/wonunuu

you and mina have been best friends for as long as you remember. after your parents passed from a horrible car accident, mina’s parents kindly took you in, tending and caring for you as their own. at such a young age, you have learned the meaning of debt as this is your constant feeling towards your best friend and her parents. to compensate, you have showed them undoubtable loyalty, respect, love and kindness, just as they have showed you; you do everything they tell you without question. so when your best friend asks you to pretend to be her in meeting a guy she has been talking to online, your loyalty and trust are tested when you unintentionally develop feelings for him. 

notes: this smau is genuinely so good and one i will read over and over again no matter how long it is. the storyline is mapped out PERFECTLY and i mightve read this all in one sitting…

how many times does it take to get smarter?

how many chances are too many chances? @/veethefreeelf

Jeonghan and you start a fwb relationship after years of being best friends. He only has two rules: no feelings and no kissing. Who’s going to break the rules first?

It’s been 6 months since the night you and Jeonghan went your separate ways. You’re sure he has moved on and you… are working on moving on. Nothing can go wrong, right?

notes: AHHHHHHHHH THE ENDING IS SO CUTE OMGGGGGGGG HAHAHAHAGAGAHAHAHHQHQHQJAHA. PLEASE READ IWHQHQGAGQGQH SO GOOOOOD

joshua:

isohel @/toruro

fairytales can be rather misleading, can't they? when you and your mother are ripped away from your life at the castle, you spend over a decade resenting the royalty. so naturally, when you find prince joshua at your doorstep, you’re more than eager to shut the door on him. but as your life takes twists and turns, you happen to find yourself in the arms of a man you never thought you'd have to see again.

notes: THIS MODERN ROYALTY AU IS JUST. PERFECTION. i believe this is a must read for all carats🫡 i loved it so much!!

untitled @/som1ig

you waited for him, and he still came, unbeknownst all odds

notes: ong this is so sweet and i loved reading this. it’s so good 🫶 (short but sweet)

you were beautiful @/viastro

a modernized cinderella au. in which you and joshua meet through your love for boba popsicles, but end up living out your very own complicated, mess filled, cinderella story.

notes: ONE IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND EACH MOMENT MADE ME WANT MORE. the angsty parts.. the fluff.. this one is defff a top read!! i recommend it to all (even non-joshua stans but idk if i trust u if u arent one even in the slightest 🤨)

so beautiful @/blue-jisungs

whipped prince!joshua

notes: AGAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA IM TOO HAPPY OMGGGG JOSHUA IS PORTRAYED SO GOOD AS A BF OMG AHAHAHHAHAHH AGHHHHHHHHH🙏🙏

jun:

hoshi:

wonwoo:

gamer bf! wonwoo hc @/blue-jisungs

notes: ngl i thought it would be how he would be like a discord mod bf.. (💀) but in reality it was vv cute and nice 🙌

for the books @/trblsvt

wonwoo's students seemed intent on matching him up with a fellow teacher. he didn't really want to stop them, it was too funny for him to break up their fun. plus, he didn't mind the certain someone he was being "set up" with. 

notes:this one is a good one!! very nice and the students are 💯 top tier

take it easy (slowly carve out my heart) @/savventeen

wonwoo's assignment: become your husband and bide his time until given the command to kill you. a simple mission, really — one that shouldn't have been hard. except, he never accounted for the fact that he might actually fall in love with you. too bad he's the perfect little soldier.

notes: in my own words, “this made me truly sob. made me wrench my heart out. this is amazing angst. this is the only kind of amazing angst i want to read now ♾️♾️♾️” 

to my youth @/viastro

in a world where everyone finds out who loves them within a 10 meter radius through the app love alarm, confessing your feelings without the use of the app is no longer considered normal. however, you refuse to download it in hopes that you’ll be able to fall in love without being dependent on love alarm.

notes:ngl in general ALL of viastro’s smaus deserve to be read fr.. like this one is so cute!! wonwoo in some of the moments just make me 😍😍 also the angst was fr sooo good 

woozi:

dokyeom:

mingyu:

minghao:

seungkwan:

vernon:

dino:

multiple:

camp half-blood @/som1ig

the camp half blood is a greek demigod training facility located on the north shore of long island. this series is about thirteen of its residents.

notes: i was SUCH A PJO FAN that these fics like actually cured me. i love every single one!! another must read fr 🤭

svt reaction to having a gf that’s cold on the outside, sweet and caring on the inside @/haecien

notes: this one is so cute! i loved each one and i thought it fit them well too 💕

thoughts ??? @/hanggarae

one shot smau’s about svt being horrifically down abysmal in chronological order 

notes: naw these are all super funny and great to read and support when you want to have a good laugh 💯

bf texts from maknae line when they’re on tour @/holdinbacksecrets

notes:overall just vv comforting texts between reader and maknae line 🫶

it’s complicated @/lovelyhan

one commoner, two princes, and three tales far too complicated to comprehend.

notes: currently only the dino and joshua one are uploaded (waiting SO painfully for the jeonghan one) but even though them being long might make you not want to read them, every single word was chosen perfectly and both stories just blew me away i loved them so much, definitely in my top 10 fics

you still sleep with plushies (vocal team) @/blue-jisungs

notes:what can i say these hcs are just really cute 

untitled @/nonranghaes

jihan finds you bundled up

notes: LMAO this one is just overall cute and some parts are def funny too

take a pic! @/cheolism

text messages of u asking ur boyfie (hyung line) for a pic <3

notes: these texts are soo funny and the pictures are chosen with care, i legit could tell, AND YOU COULDNT HAVE STARTED WITH THOSE CHEOL PICS LIKE WHAT 😫

inflection point @/lovelyhan 

you love yoon jeonghan. no, scratch that. you fucking adore yoon jeonghan; so much that the moment he asks you to be in an exclusive set-up with his current partner, you accept the offer in a heartbeat. what you fail to consider, however, is who your boss’ boyfriend actually is.

things make a turn for the worse (or the better?) when jeonghan leaves you with the most insufferable person on earth. but maybe a few weeks alone is exactly what you and seungcheol needed after all.

after reconciling with your first love, all seems well in your relationship thus far. but when you notice jeonghan distancing himself from you and seungcheol, you're determined to get to the bottom of it.

notes: AHAHAHHAHAHHHHHAHHHHHH INFLECTION POINT IS SO. GOOD. I RECOMMEND EVERYONE READ IT CAUSE I LOVE IT SO MUCH!! the story is great, the story writing is even better, and it is just overall a superior fic 🙏

svt when you call them a new pet name @/lovingseventeen

notes:i actually adore this fic so much it is so cute and it’s just 🤧🥹

“saw this and it made me think of you” @/babyleostuff

notes:this one is GENUINELY so funny like how’d you find all these pictures 😭😭🫶

teasing you over your crush on them - hhu, vu, pu @/hanniehaee

notes: i loved each one and especially the style they were wrote in 🤧🫶

accidentally ditching you on your bday - hhu, vu, pu @/hanniehaee

notes: THE ANGST IS ACTUALLY SOOOOO GOOD OMG. idk if yall knew this but i used to be a diehard straight angst fan and this really reawakened that part of me. i loved how it went and the part 2 was definitely great also. (p.s. the first time i read i cried, and it’s been a while since ive cried cause on angst so i loved the pain🙏)

amortentia @/http-mianhae

love stories at hogwarts with 13 particular people

notes: currently, only 95 line is there, but each fic is perfect. it’s a hogwarts au love story, and i especially love each one. every single one is perfect and captures everything oh sosososo well. i’m really excited for future updates !!!

svt hospital @/taeyegu

four different departments, four different love stories, all in one hospital; hospitalplaylist!au

notes: omg.. this sooo cute and super funny!! i loved each one and they genuinely made me smile and laugh

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[softestqueeen]

hi hi i loved ur work and honestly tjere's not many who have written abt zade fkin gawd dawg meadows. (Im his wife....he'll know abt it soom dw loll) so cud u pl pl PLEASEEE do a zade headcanon on dating a typical asian reader who is a college student at harvard and he saw her during her chess tournament instead of seeing her in a signing event. PLease PLEASE I LOVE U SO MUCH. U ARE A GODDAMN GODDESS FOR DOING THIS!!!

a/n: LOVE YOU TOO!! :3 thank you sm for requesting this, i hope you like it! i tried to lean into stereotypes at least a little bit, but please let me know if this is still offensive in any way, then i can change it up! also, if you want a longer version, or some smut, i could definetely do that! now enjoy! <3 warnings: stalking, kissing, reader wears glasses I 528 words

꣑ৎ z was casually walking around Harvard's campus after meeting someone in a nearby restaurant. he tried to blend in as best as he could, but when he walked by a chess turnament he saw you.

꣑ৎ he'd just stand there for a few moments and watch you while you played with such a determination written on your face and still you radiated nothing but calm comfidence. in that moment he knew he had to have you.

꣑ৎ he stayed at the back of the room and watched you finish the game - you won of course - before deciding to stay some more and watch you. when you stood up from your table he could see your mood shifting, your confidence fading, giving away your actual shyness. he looked at a game timetable that was hung up on a door, trying to find out your name and if you had any other games today.

꣑ৎ zade immediatly found you and saw that this was your last game for today. he quickly found you again in the crowd and saw that you were just leaving.

꣑ৎ he'd keep some distance but would follow you to your dorm. of course he would have to know where his little mouse lived so he could keep her safe, wouldnt he?

꣑ৎ and boy did he keep an eye on you. the next day when you would attend some lectures he broke into went into your dorm to put up some cameras, making sure he would know exactly what you were doing.

꣑ৎ turns out it wasn't much. after aquiring your time table with all of your lectures and accessing your online calender - really, your password is the name of your first pet? - he realised you went to your lectures and chess tournaments, but did little else.

꣑ৎ you prefered to spend a quiet night in, instead of going to parties. you liked to curl up with a book or practice playing chess on your laptop. most of the time though, you were studying.

꣑ৎ getting up early, going to bed late and spending every minute that wasn't spent attending a lecture studying. and of course your lack of social life didn't matter to z, he actually prefered it.

꣑ৎ it did worry him though that you almost never took a break or spent time with doing things you actually enjoyed and aside from reading here and there, you only studyied.

꣑ৎ or so he thought. he was having dinner, watching your live-camera feed as always when you suddenly stopped studying. he could hear someone knocking on your dorm room.

꣑ৎ when zade would see that you apparently had a boyfriend - or at least someone who would visit you and get a little too close for his liking - he only saw red.

꣑ৎ and when he then sees that the two of you start to kiss and move onto the bed, it would be over for him.

꣑ৎ z would immediately get into his car and drive towards your dorm. he had to claim what was his.

꣑ৎ because no one was allowed to touch what was his.

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[saxophonelover1160]

I just realized I don’t have any intro post of any sorts sooo

INTROOO!!!!! vvvv

I am Known by the people as 🥁🥁🥁

Disputed Bog! (Or ZestyFungPray if you happen to know me from somewhere elsseee…..)

When it comes to something Short and Simple, you can call me Mauro! Or any nickname for the other two names above! I don’t mind anything tbhhhh :P

I am Genderfluid! I use all pronouns, no real preference! Plealsskee use them all ur not obligated to ofc but I’d like ittt…😖💗

Gotta love my Home Country Naibsel! The woman there sure are pretty!

Some things I’m into are My Singing Monsters, ATEEZ, SAIKI K, The Amazing Digital Circus, TAWOG, Poppy Playtime, Welcome Home, and any game that’s been around for a while like Undertale, FNAF, and probably all of them that come to mind :3

I MAKE ART!!!!!!!!!

ART EXAMPLES:

Now just sum silly stuff abt me in general!

I like cats and giraffes and elephants!

I love Mac n Cheese and Garnaches!

I’m kinda bad at talking to people… I just get shy and freaked out!!!

Tone Tag users just know I love you guys so much……. Please always do what u DO😖

My favorite colors are ALL OF THEMM but I do tend to like pink, purple, and green!

I love scary movies! I get so so scared but it’s so fun!

I play Saxophone! Been playing it for about 4 years now! Oh how I love my saxophone…💗

I’m very indecisive… and I tend to be more of a people pleaser, but it’s something I personally am trying to get better at standing up for myself!

I jokingly use brain rot terms.. it’s getting to a point where I CANT STOP HELP

I always try and be the best person I can be! I Always try and be a person one can go to! I will always support you no matter what! I love being your BIGGEST FAN!!!

I congratulate you if you got this far, once I start I can’t stop..😅 have a splendid day, my friend! Love you lots!🫶🏾

[hanmi-xo]

I Don't Love You | (SVT Woozi × You)

M A I N | O N E S H O T S | S M U T | S C E N A R I O S

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Status: Complete Post Date: Nov. 19, 2024 Pairings: SVT Woozi x You Genre: One Shot, Angst, Romance, Slice of Life Word Count: 1k Themes: Growth, Friendship, Meaning of Love, Rejection

Note: This is a work of fanfiction based on real people. Please respect the real Lee Jihoon (Seventeen Woozi)

Synopsis:

If English had another word for different types of love, then maybe you won't hate this one.

You disappeared, and Jihoon came to realize the truth of your absence. He writes his thoughts of you in his journal in hopes that one day he may speak to you once again.

Dec. 17 20xx

You don't love him.

Oh, so, that's what I was told. I wanted to believe there was something going on between the two of you, but you didn't say anything.

Maybe it's because he was my best friend and you didn't want to tell me the truth.

But deep down, I really did wish you would have told me.

He was in love with you, and you knew it. But he wasn't the only one who always thought of you...

Sometimes, I wonder how you're doing.

Do you check the voicemails I leave in your box? Do you see the number of times I texted you and the missed calls?

Do you hear how my voice calls out to you? Or how my messages become one-sided conversations in hopes that at some point you would finally respond?

There was a time when you and I did message each other, but when he came to the picture, things changed.

You became careful and cautious as if you were walking around broken glass.

Your voice that once boomed with life because quiet. And worst of all, your laughter that carried through the wind halted.

You became fearful of him.

Fearful of being loved by someone you didn't like.

But even before that.

Before this grand scheme of things that led to this lost feeling, I still thought of you.

Before he pursued you.

Before he would do everything he could to get your attention.

Your eyes never met his, but you would look to mine.

I didn't know it back then, and even now, I wonder if you were looking for solace. Looking for someone that you knew you could depend upon without worry.

He was my best friend, though. How could I do that to him?

How could I choose a girl over our friendship?

Yet, it still feels like no matter what I did or would have done would change anything.

I still lost. I still couldn't make both of you happy.

I couldn't make myself happy.

So why...

Why did you have to disappear?

Why couldn't you just accept him so I could watch you in the distance?

He wanted to walk you through the rain even when you denied his offer. He chased after you when you forgot your phone.

He would do all these acts of service in hopes that you could recognize his efforts.

He would talk about you so much. It was like I was there to witness it all.

But he only told me his side of the story.

I should have asked you how you felt.

But even so, would you have been honest with me?

I had a feeling you weren't happy. I had a feeling you didn't want to be near him.

But I didn't do anything about it.

Was I being a good friend trying to support him? Or was I just being a pathetic coward not speaking up for you?

I can't tell.

It seems all the same to me the more I think about it.

I was being an ignorant fool.

It was obvious, but I kept denying it for his sake.

I knew you didn't like him.

Even after I heard you set your boundaries, he still crossed them. He crossed each and every one of them.

Never once did I hear him say he made you happy.

Never once did I hear him say that you were glad he was there.

Everything he said was on how he felt.

And of course, I was rooting for him...

I was rooting for him because I thought that was for the best.

So why. Why does he now tell me the whole thing?

He called me last night, and I had to pick him up from the bar.

He was drunk and kept talking about you. How you rejected him more times than he could keep count.

Yet, he still pursued you.

He thought he could change your view.

I wanted to pity him, but I couldn't. Instead, I pitied you.

I pitied the fact that you had to deal with his antics and his foolish behavior.

Deep down, I knew that it would never work.

I knew you wouldn't love him.

But, I needed to hear it from you. I needed to hear those words directly from you.

I needed to be sure that you wouldn't ever love him.

Tell me...

Would it be selfish of me to admit that I liked you?

To admit that after you broke his heart, I would be able to speak to you without worrying about him?

It's cruel the more I think about it, but I missed the version of you before he came along.

I missed your presence. I missed your voice and your laughter. I missed it when you were still you.

But I would never do what he did.

I would never say what he said.

I'd do the opposite because I wouldn't want you to hate me.

I don't love you.

I would say that because I care more about you than how I feel.

I don't love you like a fool who would do things blindlessly.

But, I also don't love you without care.

Everything I want to say and everything that I want to do is done because I worry about you.

I want to stay by your side, but I don't want you to fall in love with anyone.

I don't want to tell you how I feel.

I would rather be ignorant than get an answer from you.

Even if it doesn't help, at least I can say I put your feelings first before mine. Your peace meant more to me than the overbearing chaos that was running through my head.

So, I don't love you.

No.

I couldn't love you.

For your sake, at least.

So come back. Come back and talk to me.

Let me know if you're well. Let me know how you're doing during all of this.

Let me know so we can stay friends. Stay in each other's lives.

Because I don't love you.

I don't love you.

I'll repeat it over and over again until you understand that this isn't love.

This isn't the love you hate.

No.

I don't love you.

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Lee Jihoon

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End | Thank you for reading <3

[illicitlimerence-writes]

tulips | m. schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x reader word count: 2.1k words. request: yes/no by anons "hii could i request one with mick based on this tiktok book trope thingy “her sitting on his lap and tries to get up. him tightening his hold on her waist and whispering ‘give me a few minutes’” i really don’t mind how you decide to write this story because i know you’ll do it justice bestiee" thank u so much for trusting me this idea! i was holding onto it because i fell in love with the concept. & "hi, can i ask an imagine where you are mick's best friend (and now girlfriend) and corinna and gina have always hoped you would end up together, except one day they show up at mick's apartment and find you in bed sleeping and cuddling." & "could you do 50 from fluff with mick pls :)" i hope you all like this!! prompt: late for a date from this prompt list. & fluff #50: "stay" from this prompt listwarnings: language, kissing, fluff, pregnancy, idk what else. a/n: i was so close to writing something completely different. like, full on anst, but in these days we all need some good old fluff. just like my xmas fics, PLEASE DON'T SEND REQUESTS FROM THE VALENTINE'S PROMPT LIST. i'll tag all the fics as illicitvalentine's so it's easier to keep track of them.

my masterlist / valentine's day masterlist

“you have to go,” you whisper on mick’s lips. leaning your head back against the pillows.

“i’ll cancel,” he replies quickly, before diving in and pressing soft kisses on your neck.

“what? no! i won’t let you do that,” your fingers are in his hair, and you tug on it gently, trying to get him off you. “you haven’t seen your family in so long. you have to go, i’ll wait for you here.”

“come with me,” he whispers.

“are you sure you’re ready for that conversation? you know how it will go,” you can’t help but tease, letting out a light chuckle.

you entire lives you’d both heard the same speeches, ‘they’ll end up together at some point.’, ‘i can’t wait for the day when we’re all a big happy family.’, ‘there’s no way you and mick are just friends.’, ‘there’s a reason why none of your relationships ever worked out. you two are meant to be with each other.’

turns out, they were all right. no matter how hard you tried to deny that what you felt for mick was just a friend’s love, there was no point in hiding the undeniable chemistry, longing and pure love you both had for each other.

the transition from friends to lovers was a seamless one. since the start of your friendship, you were both very physical people. he always had a hand on your waist or your thigh when he was feeling protective. your head was always leaning on his shoulder, your hand close to his. even sharing a bed when one of you was feeling down and needed a little extra support. most people were confused by it, how you could do so much together and not catch feelings.

“oh, my god, i knew it!” mick imitates a loud shriek, “i always knew this day would come,”

“was that supposed to be your mom?” you ask, laughing.

“yeah,” he laughs, peppering your face with kisses.

“and what would gina say?” you smile.

“she’d probably get mad at you for hiding it from her,”

“and what would you say?” you bite your lip as mick places his open palms next to your head. his face inches away from yours.

“i’d tell them i’m a really lucky guy who just happened to crash into the right girl with his kart,” his eyes flicker down to the small scar on your chin, the one that never healed right. he leans down, kissing it. “and what would you say?” his breath is warm against your skin, and the base of his throat is so close to you that you can feel the vibrations.

“oh, i’m just in it for the money and fame,” you reply casually. shrugging your shoulder as you feel him laughing. “i’d say… that this is my payback for you running over me with your kart. this is my way of torture,” your fingers are back in his hair, pulling him down until his lips are over yours.

“if this is torture… i’m dying to know what paradise with you feels like,” he presses his lips on yours, kissing the air away from your lungs.

“you’ll find out…” you raise an eyebrow, and mick’s eyes widen in expectancy, “after you go meet your family,” you lift your head, kiss him quickly before pushing him away. “hurry up or you’ll be late,” you say, grabbing his t-shirt and putting it on, before getting out of his bed and walking away.

“tease!” he yelled, grunting as he got up. he smiled as he heard your laugh.

“you love me!” you yelled back.

that i do, he thought.

“can you remind me who suggested a family dinner on valentine’s day?” he rolls his eyes. he’s not really angry or pissed at his family, it’s just that it’s your first valentine’s day as a couple, and of course he’d rather spend it with you than with anyone else.

“i think it was gina,” you answer, taking your plate of food out of the microwave.

“wait, where did you get that?” he asks, looking at your lasagna.

“delivery,” you answer, grabbing a fork. you take a small piece and lift the fork up to his lips. “now, go.” you point to the door with your head.

“i still have about thirty minutes,” he slides his arms around your waist. your free arm travels up to his neck.

“fine, then you can watch one episode with me,” you grab his hand, holding your food with your free one as you lead him to the living room.

“wait, i want to give you your gift first,” he says, leaving you there as he goes to the guest room. “close your eyes,” he instructs. you chuckle as you shut your eyes, ears straining as you do. “okay, open them.”

even though you’d already been showered in gifts since the day began, mick still had one more gift for you. a bouquet of white tulips, your favorite. a small card was resting between the flowers. you eye mick, who nods his head. “open it,” he says.

‘thank you for being mine for almost an entire year. i love you and wish to spend so many more magical days with you.’

you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

“i love you, thank you,” you smile, kissing his cheek.

the perfect moment is interrupted by your rumbling stomach, mick laughs and he sits first, his back against the arm of the couch, and opens his legs, inviting you to sit between them. you take a seat, throwing a blanket over you as you eat your food.

“mick, go,” you stand up to leave your empty plate on the sink, and sit on his lap once you come back. you play with his hair, hearing him sighing against your neck. “don’t fall asleep,” you try to sit up, but mick slides his hands around your waist, tightens his hold on you and pushes you against his chest.

“no, stay. give me a few more minutes,” he whispers, kissing your pulse point.

“okay, just five more minutes,” he hums against your skin.

as the minutes ticked by, you begin drifting off to sleep. your eyelids feel heavy. the rhythmic, even, up and down of mick’s chest helps lull you to sleep.

he follows shortly after, the blanket and your body give him the necessary and comfortable warmth he needs to sleep peacefully.

“i don’t think he’s coming, mom,” gina shakes her head as she looks up at her parents. “we’ve all called him and texted him. he’s probably asleep.”

“but what if something happened to him?” corinna places a hand on top of her husband’s, who squeezes it tightly.

“maybe he’s with (y/n). you know that weird friendship-valentine’s day thing they always do,” gina tries to calm her mother down. “i’ll call her,” gina pulls out her phone and types your number. hearing only mick’s voice in reply. “voicemail,” she says, looking at her parents

“we should go, what if something happened to them?”

“calm down, i’m sure they’re fine. if they even are together,” gina says as she puts on her coat. they leave enough to cover the drinks and appetizers they had, plus a generous tip.

the three of them drive down to mick’s apartment, dialing both of your numbers whilst michael drives. they ride the elevator once they finally reach the building, and corinna pulls out her spare key and opens the door.

they remain quiet as they see the t.v. is on, your favorite show is playing. there’s a bouquet of white tulips resting on the coffee table, the card sits next to it. and, on the couch, next to the coffee table, you and mick.

you’re leaning on your side, your head against his chest as his arms are wrapped around you.

“told you they’d be together,” gina points out.

corinna has a hand on her chest, above her heart, smiling at the sight in front of her. she leans against her husband, who’s also grinning at the two of you, fast asleep. gina is the first to notice the tulips, and the card. she walks to the coffee table and grabs the small card, reading the word and gasping.

“what?” corrina whispers, and gina hands her the card. “oh my god! oh my god, i knew it!” the volume of her voice is loud. loud enough to wake the two of you up.

you open your eyes, startled, there are voices talking around you and your pillow is moving. you can’t exactly remember the moment you fell asleep, but your pillow has arms and is moving underneath you.

“mom?” you hear mick’s voice.

so, he didn’t leave?

“you’re together?” corinna asks, and once you finally come to your senses, you see the rest of the schumacher clan standing in front of you with wide eyes and smiles.

you sit up, and instantly regret it as you feel dizzy.

“you okay?” mick whispers as he does the same, tuning out the curious gazes of his family.

“yeah, just… got up too quickly,” you answer, giving him a small smile, and you’re instantly hypnotized by the blue of his eyes.

“hellooo?” gina says, walking to the couch and sitting between you two. “what’s this?” she shows you the card. “thank you for being-” she starts to read, pretending to be mick, who slaps a hand on her mouth to shut her up.

“ew!” mick complains, taking his hand away and wiping it on gina’s sweater. “gross,”

“gina, you’re not five years old, you have to stop licking people,” michael scolds his daughter, but can’t help the smile that curls up on his lips.

“it worked, though,” gina rolls her eyes. “so, when were you planning on telling us?” she asked you, raising an eyebrow.

“not like this, i think that’s more than obvious. what are you all doing here, anyway?”

“you never showed up to our family dinner,” corinna says.

“oh,” he looks to the clock hand off the wall, “sorry, i guess we just… fell asleep,”

“uh-huh. gross, who knows what other nasty stuff you did here instead of just ‘sleeping’,” gina gags as she finally gets up.

“we’re sorry for not telling you, it’s just… i don’t know, i feel like we didn’t even notice when things just changed.” you try to explain, throwing them a small smile as you unconsciously lean closer to mick.

“oh, god, i always knew this day would come,” corinna covers her mouth with her hands, eyes glossy. “you two have always been so… connected, throughout your entire lives, we’ve all been waiting for the moment you two became a thing. and now that it’s here, i-” she shakes her head.

“mom,” mick smiles, walking to her and hugging her.

what was at first a mother-son hug, quickly became a family one. you watch as the four of them embrace each other and they all whisper words of congratulations to mick.

“get in here,” michael opens his arms for you. you laugh as you’re squeezed into the hug.

“they’re late. again,” gina rolls her eyes as she sits back against her chair.

it’s a year later, the three schumachers are currently waiting for the two of you to get to the restaurant so you could have a family dinner. it’s been exactly a year since they caught you sleeping on his couch.

“they’ll get here.” corinna smiles, “i can’t believe it’s been a year.”

“i know. here they come,” michael says as he spots you two walking hand in hand.

“you’re always late. you have to work on that if you don’t want my niece or nephew to stay in there for ten months instead of nine,” gina says, pointing to your belly, where your baby is resting inside at the moment.

“ha-ha, very funny,” mick rolls his eyes as he helps you sit down.

“how’d the appointment go?” corinna asks, making grabby hands once she notices that you’re pulling out this month’s ultrasound.

“good, all good,” mick nods, grabbing your hand under the table.

“we have news,” you smile as they all look at you eagerly.

“what is it?” corinna asks, and you look at mick, and you nod at him, telling him it was okay for him to share it.

“well, when the little one is born… we won’t be outnumbered anymore, dad,” he smiles, and you watch as they all slowly realize what mick just said.

“a boy!” corinna says, getting up from her seat and walking to you.

“a little grandson,” michael smiles as you all hug.

“have you thought of names yet?” gina asks.

“we have a few in mind,” you smile, feeling mick tightening his hold on your thigh.

[marveloussimp]

You Are In Love

Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Summary: music is how you express yourself and show your love. There is something magical about how songs were able to translate everything you're feeling. For you making playlists was a way to express yourself, your feelings, and your affection towards others but better than being the one sending it was being the one on the receiving end, that truly meant the world to you.

Warning: none, it’s supposed to be fluff. First writing in a very long time

A/N: This is my first time writing Y/N fics and a long time since I wrote something, plus English is not my first language so please be kind. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did while writing it, and any feedback is welcome, just #Treat people with kindness

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There is something peaceful and enjoyable about making playlists that vibe with someone's feelings, for you making playlists was a love language, it was your way to show affection towards someone. 

If one of your friends is about to complete another round around the sun then they can be sure that a new playlist will be sent their way to enjoy this new milestone, or if someone is feeling a little blue then behold ‘cause you have the right amount of songs put together to lift their spirit. 

It doesn’t matter the occasion or situation you just happen to have the right collection of songs to share. But even better than making playlists for others was receiving playlists or just a simple song recommendation, and that truly meant the world to you.

That was basically one of the culprits of your long-term friendship with Wanda. I mean you guys have known each other since ever, but growing up and discovering new things can almost always lead to friends growing apart and sometimes being sent on the route to go from best friends forever to acquittances. 

Although, for the pair of you that was not the case and very much impossible to happen to, your love for music and the willingness to take time to make the best curation of songs for someone was something that she found endearing about you.

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wands

ok, I have a very energetic (?)

recommendation for you

and here it goes

Friendships (Lost My Love) by Pascal Letoublon, Leony

You

gonna list it right now

brb

wands

so?

its good, right??

You

girl… chill

trust the  process

I need time to assimilate the song

wands

you’re annoying…

You

and you still love me 😘 

ok, here goes my review…

the beat is on point, is catchy I think I know the sample used 

but anyways, very nice song 

for sure something to consider adding to my senior prom playlist 

Thank you very much, m’lady

wands

senior prom playlist?

who u r going to prom with?

You

yeah and no one

is more like songs that I would play at the party y’know

wands

you would play…

like as a DJ?

I thought Natasha had asked you…

You

maybe ??

Only if Principal Harkness allowed me but

that is pretty much impossible so…

why would she do that? 

I think she’s going with Carol or Maria

maybe both ??? anyways  

wands

y’know you are always together

I was under the impression that 

something must be going on between u 2

You

jealous much, Maximoff?

wands

🙄 more like annoyed

I mean we have a deal, right?

You

yep, u r my date

but only if you don’t get asked by anyone, right?  

even though I believe you gonna be asked by someone  

wands

correct.

why would you think that?

trying to bribe someone to ask me so you don’t have to go to the dance ?? 

You keep staring at Wanda’s last message without knowing what to answer. Bribe someone to ask her to a school dance? You would never. As a matter of fact, you knew there was a queue of boys trying to ask her, but none had a positive response. Why that? You would only hope it was because she didn’t want to go with some random boy that she barely supports. But secretly you hoped that it was because she really likes you, not only as her best friend.

You

G’nite, wands 

wands

don’t run from the question

I expect an answer by tomorrow

g’nite jukebox

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“When are you gonna tell her?” you heard as soon as she joined you on the bleachers as you were waiting for Wanda to finish her cheerleader practice — you didn’t even need to rise your head to acknowledge her presence — You knew that every one of your friends could tell by now how you felt for Wanda, it was just a matter of time for her to also get the hint. 

“Probably never,” you said still completely focused on the book in your hands. “She is my best friend since ever, it's not like I’m willing to risk a lifetime of friendship with something so vulnerable as those feelings that are only one-sided” 

Natasha was silent at your side and you could feel her staring at you so you looked back at her “You're so smart yet so dense that I cannot comprehend how that brain of yours works most of the time” and as you dismissed her statement she keeps saying “Wanda absolutely adores you. And no, is not because you are her best friend. I mean c’mon, don’t you see how she looks at you, or how she hugs you longer than normal?”

“Nat, you’re seeing things where there’s nothing. We’ve known each other since diapers, and she is a very affectionate person, of course, she is gonna hug me longer… I’m her best friend, that’s normal between us.”

“If you say so. Just don’t come crying to me when she decides that she had waited enough for you to never make a move” with that Natasha left you alone with your thoughts and a book long forgotten. Looking at the field where the practice was happening you saw her. Crowded place or not your eyes will only see her. 

It was already past 10 pm on a Saturday, right on the weekend before the start of the second year of high school and per usual you were in your bedroom with headphones and a book in hand when she texted you.

wands

I feel like having a matcha latte

what would you like to drink?

You

maybe a chai latte

why do you ask?

wands

what do you think about going for a drive?

we can get Starbucks 

You

u driving?

wands

yep, meet me outside in 5.

You

yes boss

“It was a nice reading while it lasted. I’m coming back for you” I said pointing to your book while grabbing your belongings. Downstairs you quickly looked for your parents, finding only your brother watching cartoons “Hey kiddo, tell the parents that I’m going for a quick drive with Wanda, ok?” And your only answer was only a thumbs up.

As you stepped outside you saw your mom watering the plants “Going out at this time?” Giving her a cheeky grin you answered “Yeah, no worries. Wanda wants to grab a coffee, we will be quick I promise”

“Well, ok then. Be careful you two” your mom said in farewell as you walked to the house in front of yours — the Maximoffs lived in the house in front of yours since you can remember, and both families were friends since then — “Mom said hi” Wanda greeted you as soon as you stepped foot in the porch, and together you started to walk to her car.

“Piet is at home?” You asked entering the vehicle.

“Surprisingly, yes. I think he’s playing something, why?”

“Nothing, just wondering how you are in possession of the car on a Saturday night. Is he grounded?”

“Not that I am aware of. You ask too many questions about my brother” to that Wanda looked suspiciously at you. 

With a chuckle, you answered her “Chill Wands. I’m just curious, plus your brother is also my friend, I was just wondering, that’s all.” 

You went to the not-so-closest Starbucks and then to some almost empty parking lot to drink and talk about everything and nothing at all. With one of your playlists playing in the background, the driving back home was calm, slow even, just a few comments here and there to fill the silence — a silence that was comfortable for the both of you — looking to the girl driving at your side, just appreciating her profile at the lights reflecting on the chain in her neck, the silly jokes, the nose scrunchy, the head tilt, the memories of growing up together, the late at night outings to stargazing and talk. At that moment you could hear it in the silence, feel it on the way home, and see it with the lights out. You Are In Love. True Love.

“Y/N? Hey, earth to Y/N” focusing back you saw her looking funnily at you.

“What?” Was all you could ask after reliving the most beautiful and terrifying memory of yours.

“Just checking if you are still with us. You’ve been looking straight to nowhere” she said with a laugh. “What has got you so pensive?” 

“Nothing much, just reflecting on the book” was your quick answer trying to avoid interrogation that you could not confidently answer. Clearing your throat you proceed “You good to go? I’m starving” 

“Yeah, wanna grab something on the way home?” Your behavior although adorable sometimes drives her insane. Lately, she has noticed how you would avoid being totally open to her, which got her wondering if perhaps she had done something wrong, or if you had figured out that she liked you more than just a friend — her truest fear was if her feelings were one-sided — had she read it all wrong?

“Shawarma? I feel like having one. What about you?” was your question giving her your signature smile that showed the dimples that she so much loved. “Sounds good to me”.

Looking into her shining emerald eyes like you were trying to look at her soul you said “Good, I… I-hmm” it was like the air had vanished from your lungs. Has she been this close all the time? Was all you could think at the moment. You probably going insane thinking you saw her look down at your lips. “You?”

Blinking quickly to clear your mind and turning the other side to grab your backpack and re-organize your thought you tried to speak again “I have a song that I wanna show to you, not sure if you already know this one but I just discovered it and well I loved it.”

You missed the disappointing face that she gave to you once you move far from her so fast, but as soon as you mentioned a song she was already smiling like a fool to you. “Really? Well let’s get going then so you can put it in the car and we can listen to it together.

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“You never answered my question” Wanda looked at you with an arched eyebrow and head slightly tilted to the right — you had to admit while that was hot was also intimidating and you secretly loved it — “What question?” You answered with another question feigning innocence while starting the car and heading to get the food you both craved. 

“You are insufferable sometimes… From the text that I sent you before you headed to bed and completely ignored me” she gave you a pointed look. 

“Ooh, yeah that one hmm… well you know me, I would never bribe people and hear me out, there is no necessity for me to do so ‘cause I know, for sure like 75% accuracy, that there is a queue of guys and girls at school who want to ask you out…” 

“75% accuracy? Ok, I’ll accept that… But, I’m not interested at all” she answered the last part more to herself than for your ears, but you heard anyway. You were starting to wonder if there was a chance for you, maybe you aren’t so delusional after all — Natasha might be right too — “I just don’t think I wanna go with any of them. I just wanna spend this last memory of high school with you. I think…” Wanda continues to say looking at you.

You then turn to look at her and she is just there looking at you like you hang up the moon and stars. — Is that the look Natasha was talking about? — So you inquire her to keep talking “You think…”.

“I think it should be our night to remember” she says with a shy smile.

“It will be” is all you say next.

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“What’s the song you wanted to show me?” Wanda asked you as soon as you left the restaurant and walked to the car.

“Ooh yeah, the song… completely forgot, my bad. I’ll put it for us to list driving home” You had truly forgotten about the song on the way to the restaurant.

The previous conversation was going on a loop inside your brain and at that point, you’re wondering if that was the best opportunity to try and be a little direct/indirect about your feelings. — if she gets it, good. If not, that's ok. There is no hurry with this — “It showed up this morning while I was working on a playlist, I believe it is called More Than Friend by Edie Brickell" You said putting the song to play and started driving your way home.

Wanda was quiet, listening to the song very attentively, she had put the song to play again for a third time, and that got you wondering if she might have gotten the message. You would give a quick look at hear at every phrase of the song, your heart pounding in your ears had you worried that she could hear it too. 

You stopped the car at the driveway of your house and turned to look at her. But she was already looking at you, this look was different, enigmatic, you couldn’t tell what she was feeling or thinking at the moment. That terrified you to no end, for the first time ever you were getting uncomfortable in her presence. 

“What do you think?” Your voice was low, it showed that you were nervous.

“You really have a way with your songs… It’s nice, I like it but…” She was calm, collected, and thoughtful in her next words. “This sounds like you’re flirting with me…”

That’s it, it is now or never. “… I have been trying to do that for a while now” I sincerely say. On the inside you were freaking out, hoping to not mess up everything with this little confession. On the outside, you tried to muster up your best smile, to show her you’re been sincere in your confession, that it is not a joke.

Looking into your eyes, she smiled, the one smile that was only meant for you “I’ve always liked you”. You couldn’t hold the happiness you were feeling, your eyes shining with adoration for the girl you grow up with and in a low tone asked her “Since when?” To which she purposely said, “Since forever”. 

Leaning in, so carefully. Breathing and not breathing at all. Hearts beating, she is so close, you are so close. Then in a flash, her lips were on yours. Her hands tightened around your neck, and you ran one up her waist, trying to be as close as possible inside your car. Her mouth opened, lips parted, and you were never one to leave an opportunity unexplored. 

Every part of you wanted to wrap around her and make this a special kiss. Her hands were in your hair, pulling you even closer. The music re-started again and a few cars passed in the street. You squeezed her waist and broke apart. Panting with your pulse pounding in your veins, You look into her eyes. She looked back. You both smiled like idiots. And to her delight, you asked.

“Will you give me the honor to be my date at the prom?”

[maiverie]

OPEN SESAME ┊ ft. lee heeseung — CHAPTER ONE.

some doors are better left unopened.

SYNOPSIS. you are uncontrollably, helplessly, and tragically in love with your roommate, heeseung. one night, desperate to learn more about him, you sneak inside his room and discover the reason why he always seems to keep his door closed. and then you realise that some doors, no matter how tempting, are better left unopened.

PAIRING. lee heeseung x fem!reader

GENRES. romance, comedy, crack, fluff, raunchy

AU(S). hot roommate heeseung in a robe, “you have a fat crush on your roommate and he likes to tease you about it” au, crack galore

WARNINGS. swearing, suggestive content, references to sex (!!), teasing/lots of second-hand embarrassment

A/N. this is my debut story on tumblr! i’m super excited & nervous ;-; i think i’ll continue with lots of enhypen content, so please support this if u enjoy it! :>

chapter one

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there are so many things to hate about the apartment.

it’s located in an infamously dangerous neighbourhood.

the faucets are leaky.

the elevator has been out of order for months now.

and the rent? the fucking rent? dear lord, it's insultingly expensive.

it doesn’t make much sense for you to live there, especially not since you’re a broke graduate with nothing but a ghastly amount of debt to your name.

you are, to put so blatantly, broke as fuck.

realistically, you could solve your financial issues and resurrect the state of your bank account with a simple google search and an hour of your time. your best friends don't let you forget this, for they have echoed the same chorus of incessant nagging. your parents, too, have sighed loudly, rolled their eyes and coated their words thick with disapproval for your so-called profligate lifestyle and your reckless spending.

yada yada yada, it’s all the same.

to be honest, you don’t even know why they try, because they know their words fall on deaf ears.

their loving words slip through one ear and out the other like a child on a waterslide.

why? because you already know all that.

you know you could find a better apartment if you wanted to.

one that didn't cost a limb and one that was closer to your job.

heck, you could probably move back into your parents’ home if you really wanted.

and yet, you don't.

somehow, against all rationality, you slave the hours away at your dead-end job and, month after month, you scrape the money from the bottom of your bank account like stubborn burnt grease at the base of a pan.

in all honesty, you don't care about the crime in the neighbourhood, or the leaky faucets, or the sad state of the electric box you've never once stepped foot inside.

in fact, you've convinced yourself that the apartment is charming in its own ways.

you like to think that the narrow, dark, cold paveway that leads to the front door of your apartment complex is just the perfect setting for some alone time. sure, you’ve caught suspiciously creepy men dressed in dark clothing follow you down the street, but hey, so what if you have to jog a little? you’ve been meaning to exercise anyway.

you’ve also convinced yourself that even if you were robbed of all your precious belongings on your way home (and at this rate, you most definitely will be), it’d be a good thing, because you’ve been meaning to do some decluttering anyway!

also, yes, you totally love how you have to desperately jimmy your keys into the lock of your front door and hurriedly shove yourself inside. you also love how you take extra caution to ensure nobody has followed behind you—you think it exercises your problem-solving skills. who doesn't love brain stimulating activities?

honestly, the free iq brain exercises are nothing compared to the way you have to make begrudgingly heavy stomps up several—like, seriously several—flights of stairs because the apartment managers have been too lazy and unbothered to repair the elevator.

again—free gym.

it's all about perspective, you like to think, and the glass has always been half-full to you.

but of course, the aspects you most enjoy about your living arrangement are the few shy shuffles you take once you've reached the floor of your apartment... and your fingers are wrapped tightly around the cold metal of the door knob... and you push your way through the door... and you're greeted by your... roommate.

it's very possible and likely you could be robbed on the way back to your apartment one day.

rot, mold and structural damage are all well-documented complications of a leaky faucet.

your pathetically miniscule leg muscles are probably going to need months of restorative physiotherapy to heal from all the stair climbing.

but who cares? who the fuck cares? you certainly don’t. you will continue to gladly pay the unreasonably high rent.

you just don't care.

you really, truly, wholeheartedly do not give a flying fuck.

why?

why?

what is the reason for this insanity? this blasphemy? this pea-brained, imbecilic, inane, financially horrendous decision?

the answer is simple: your roommate.

your roommate.

your stupid freaking roommate.

your incredibly, intoxicatingly, unbelievably irresistible roommate.

he is so sexy.

he is so fucking sexy.

you were knee-deep in shit the day you met him.

it had been a few months ago, when your lovely mother called you a lazy, ungrateful genetic error and tossed you out of your childhood home like yesterday's trash.

you miserably roamed the hallways of your university that day, looking for a new home. you were desperate and cold and the person who printed the first rent ad you saw included a picture of a really cute dog you wanted to pet.

a corgi.

you were already sold.

you remember cooing at the animal's beady little eyes. though you knew it was just an image of an animal that didn't know your existence or do anything but lick its own ass, you still felt like it had been calling your name through the ink. it reminded you of the dog you had when you were younger—cute, small and unassuming. the second you had given it a name, stuart, you felt the chambers of your heart thicken with love and you had snatched the paper in your hands, to dial the number listed on the ad with a hopeful smile.

however, you didn’t just get to meet a cute little dog.

you met its owner, too.

in fact, you met a man for whom you would get on your four limbs and bark for.

you couldn’t believe it was possible to be envious of a literal dog, but this was suddenly conceivable since you had learned that the man that posted the ad was god’s finest work.

heeseung. his name was heeseung.

he was a hot man. nay, he was more than that—he was the fucking sun. he was your entire solar system. he was a lean, charming man who smelled like a garden blessed by fairies. you had committed many sins in your life, but he had a smile that ascended you to the higher gods and convinced you were being welcomed by ethereal, angelic beings. eyes warm like a golden sunset. a voice that seeped into the labyrinth of your ears like honey. it gently tapped against your eardrums, mimicking the sounds of your pounding heart.

wow.

he was just… wow.

the first time you had met him, he had been standing by the door, eyeing you with a curious stare. he didn’t seem to mind the fact that there was a single white towel wrapped scandalously around his torso, nor the fact that he showcased his entirely bare upper body.

you knew you were in trouble when your eyes shadowed the outline of his chiselled body and you sucked a deep breath between your teeth, overcome by the heat trickling to your cheeks. you knew those broad shoulders, those well-built arms and his well-defined chest almost blinded you. scratch that, they definitely blinded you. your optometrist was going to be so baffled at your worsening prescription.

you weren't normally the type to fall so hard for men, especially ones that you had only just met, but he hit you like a train pummelling down the tracks. you had been beginning to lose your hope in the male population when this beautiful man smiled at you—he smiled, making your toes curl and your heart burst like a balloon. damn. you definitely wanted a taste of his lips. you wondered if he tasted sweet like candy, or smoky like whiskey.

either way, you wanted more than a taste—you wanted a bite.

"hi," was the first word he said that fateful day, and you swore you saw literal fireworks as his smile reached his eyes and you felt a compromising wobble in your knees.

he cordially welcomed you inside and sat you down in his living room. he quizzed you with a string of questions aimed to determine whether or not you'd make a good roommate. he asked you about your previous place of residence (parents' basement), your standard of cleanliness (honestly rats would be disgusted by you) and if you had a deathly allergy to dogs (would he just shut the fuck up and kiss you already?).

you were shy that day, and it definitely didn't help that the man was unbothered by his attire, or lack thereof. he trusted that towel with his life, you thought. it took a hefty amount of self-control to not brazenly admire the man's physique, but you willed through and kept your eyes trained to his, with what little sanity you had left controlling the strings of your vocal cords like a puppet master.

the man had been pleasantly surprised with your answers. even you were quite proud of yourself for keeping it together and not disintegrating into a pile of mush.

the tour around the apartment he gave you revealed the life of a very clean, organised and pleasant man. he kept his space tidy. you had the preconceived notion that most men were disgusting pigs, but he did his due laundry and you even learned that he liked to cook. husband material.

you remember seeing the kitchen, the living room, and the place that would soon be your room, though interestingly he never showed you his. the words he spoke that day are still vivid in your memory—“i don’t normally leave the door open,” he said. “but if you open it, just remember that it won’t close.”

you definitely didn’t understand what he had meant by that, but his godly face was enough to get you to instantly agree to move in. and just a few weeks later, you did just that—you found yourself standing in front of his door once more, a box in your hands, wondering what the next few months had in store for you.

so, uh, yes, you can live with the crime rate and the leaky faucets and the useless elevator and the squeaky doors and the one time you're pretty sure you saw cockroaches run away from the apartment because it meant you had a front-row seat view of the man of your dreams.

in fact, for the first few weeks, your roommate heeseung had been perfectly courteous. you admit, you did feel the initial awkwardness that often accompanied a sudden transition from strangers to roommates, but you eventually found yourself sitting across from him on the dining table engaging in diplomatic conversation. you mostly talked about your favourite tv shows. and had arguments about whether or not milk or cereal should be poured first. he’s certainly a violent psychopath for liking his cornflakes soggy, but his cute face makes up for it.

during these times, you'd munch on the toast he'd butter for you and you'd try your best to not swoon so loudly, so shamelessly, but you have to admit you were as loud as ambulatory sirens. how could you not when the man refused to wear normal clothes? when he wasn’t wearing a towel around his waist, he was wearing a white robe. and somehow, a robe was so much worse—he’d leave just the right amount of upper chest and lower leg, and his hair was always wet, and he’d smell like shampoo, and damn fuck, your mama didn’t raise you to be the kind of person to be sexually attracted to the scent of shampoo but here you were.

you were simping.

you were down bad.

so.

fucking.

bad.

to make matters worse, you felt like he relished in watching you stumble over the words in your sentences or stammer like a broken record, because he'd stare at you with a teasing glint in his eyes, bright enough that you’d wanted to sink into the ground. the worst of it all was his boundless arsenal of seductive smirks and smiles and stares, ones with their own inflections and tiny complexities, like they all spoke nonverbal conversation.

nevertheless, you had learned to cherish these few moments, because barring the peaceful breakfasts you shared with him, he'd spend a lot of his time inside his room.

you were quick to realise that heeseung is actually quite a private person—at least, the type to leave his door closed at any given second of the day. even a few weeks into living with him, you realise you have never actually seen the interior of his room—and this lets your wildest imagination fester.

what the hell is in there?

you’re still wondering even to this day.

dead bodies? no, no, your beautiful, sexy man wouldn’t do that.

a secret sex dungeon? okay, probably not. haha, unless…?

a drug stash? maybe he’s a drug dealer. you should stop. now you’re just being crazy.

actually, when you think about it, you realise you don’t even know what he does for a living. you don’t know much about heeseung. you know these silly little tidbits, like the fact that he likes stuffing his face with ramen, or that he hates mint chocolate, but you don't really know him.

you don’t know his fears. his dreams. his inspirations. his astrology sign.

and damn it, as his future wife, you should probably know these things!

but you know what? this ignorance ends today.

today, you’re determined to learn more about him.

you’re finally going to have a peek behind that door.

it works in your favour that today’s your day off work, and you’re so grateful to be granted a break from tedious audit data processing at a firm nobody cares about.

instead of mind-numbing boredom, you feel nothing but exhilaration expanding against the walls of your veins. as you lie in your bed and stare up at the oyster white ceiling above you, you hear the distant sounds of heeseung busying himself away for breakfast.

a homely aroma of bacon and eggs wafts in the air and circulates around your room—if the smell wasn’t mouth-watering enough, you guess that your hot roommate is probably cooking breakfast while wearing another one of his sexy ass robes.

heeseung in a robe.

soft white cotton, firm skin, wet skin—stretched across a sweeping figure of taut muscles, smothered beneath the material.

you groan loudly at this thought, and suffocate your face with one of your pillows. you want to roll around in your sheets like a crazy teenage girl and scream. you’ve never had such sinful thoughts of a man before, and it’s absolutely mortifying. sure, cute men have caught your eye in public before, but nobody has ever sustained so much of your devotion for so long.

it’s the very essence of said devotion that allows you to rise to your feet and stretch your limbs. the abhorring reflection of yourself in the mirror makes you wince, and suddenly heeseung’s lack of affection for you begins to make sense. to form some semblance of togetherness, you change into socially acceptable clothes and pat your hair into a shape that doesn’t reflect a bird’s nest, only to find yourself out of the room within minutes.

your open door welcomes a short hallway, and with just a few shuffles along the passageway, you eventually enter the living room and find your eyes blessed with the greatest sight in the universe.

you can’t tell what’s more sizzling hot—heeseung or the bacon.

either way, they’re both yummy.

you should be well-accustomed to the sight of heeseung on a saturday morning by now, but nothing about this is easy to wrap your head around. you’re still swooning at the sight of him leaning against the kitchen counter, in all his white bathrobe glory. it’s usual for his back to be facing you because you know he enjoys staring straight out the window above the sink, with his back touching the marble countertop and his two arms on the surface to keep him anchored.

sometimes, you feel like you’re interrupting his movie.

a distant tune from the radio is playing, and you instantly recognise it. who isn’t familiar with bruno mars’ new release, leave the door open?

“…smooth like a newborn,” heeseung sings to the tune on the radio. even when he’s only half-singing his voice sounds like an angel’s. in these times, you don’t know which you think is more beautiful—his face or his voice. the man’s too perfect for your own good.

“we should be dancin’, romancin’, inner eat wings, and then wear rings—”

you snort.

god, he’s butchering the lyrics again.

“heeseung,” you call out gently. “the lyrics are dancin’, romancin’, in the east wing and the west wing,” you snort again, words laced with amusement.

the sudden sound of your voice prompts heeseung to lean off the counter and turn around to face you with a stunning smile.

oh.

dear.

god.

when your eyes meet, your heart clenches and your stomach mangles into a knot because it pains you to be reminded of how pretty he is. the sun’s rays seep through the glass from behind and make him look like he has an outer glow. god’s playing favourites.

he scrunches his nose and shakes his head, chuckling. “damn. i messed it up again, didn’t i?”

yes you did, but it’s okay, you beautiful son of a bitch. you keep your cool and shake your head solemnly. “you didn’t just mess it up—you absolutely botched it.”

“wow, i didn't realise i was speaking to the song lyrics police.”

“yup,” you grin. “and i’m arresting you for blatantly disrespecting the music industry and my poor ears.” but not my eyes.

heeseung squints at you while smiling. “ah, there’s nothing that ruins a saturday morning more than getting arrested by your roommate after making her a nice plate of bacon and eggs.”

his joke makes you stifle a laugh, until eventually all sounds simmer down into the gentle sizzling of bacon over oil.

there’s a part of you that wishes you could have continued bantering like this, though you remind yourself that even being able to speak around him without shitting your pants has taken several months’ worth of courage.

when you first moved in, you’re pretty sure you had the personality of a boiled potato. and now… well, now you’re not really sure of your vegetable equivalent, but it’s something just a tad more spicy. probably capsicum.

you drag yourself away from your strange inner monologue and slide into a stool at the kitchen counter. discreetly, you pull out your phone and under the pretence of texting friends you definitely don’t have, you try not to make it obvious when you sneak a few glances at him.

your stare must not feel so heavy, because heeseung slips back into his default mode and continues to cook. he even makes two mugs of coffee for the both of you and soon enough, you find your favourite kind of breakfast cooked by your favourite kind of chef placed in front of you.

golden strips and perfectly poached white clouds.

“oh, you’re not eating?” you ask, noticing there’s only one plate and it’s yours. heeseung eyes you from across the counter and sips his coffee, shaking his head.

“i’m heading into work early,” he explains, slowly tipping the rest of the coffee into his mouth. you shouldn’t, but you watch the movement of his neck and the way his adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows the liquid.

you gulp.

you need to stop staring.

“by the way, um…” you shake your head to dismiss your thoughts and shove a few bites in your mouth, “what, um… what exactly do you do for work?”

heeseung swallows the last of his coffee and settles the mug down onto the counter. he curls a brow at you and feigns an insulted scoff. “do you really not know?”

you don’t recall him ever telling you. well, you have the biggest crush on the man—you’re pretty fucking sure you’d remember if he’d told you.

“no?”

he then rests both his hands along the edge of the counter and leans forward. you try not to notice the way the movement makes his arm muscles flex. “guess.”

guess?

your best guess is that he works full-time at being ceo of sexiness.

“uh… um… teacher?” you laugh nervously, eating more of the food just so you have something to do. mr lee. as if anybody would be able to concentrate if he was their teacher.

heeseung smirks, shaking his head. “try again.”

your chewing slows. “spy? you’re definitely a spy,” you joke. “i bet you go around doing illegal missions and stuff.”

heeseung stifles a laugh. “what?” he leans back, peels his hands off the counter and folds them across his chest. “teacher, spy, what’s next? a vampire?”

“okay, fine,” you frown. so maybe your guesses aren’t very informed at all. it’s not really your fault that heeseung hasn’t told you much about himself, so there’s not very much baseline information to go off.

“a banker?”

“no.”

“a doctor?”

“no.”

“a… model?”

you’re blushing now. he definitely has the looks and the body to be a model.

“no,” heeseung chuckles, “but i guess i did a few modelling shots here and there in college.”

he says it so casually like every college student does. you merely nod and resume eating, though you take a mental note to hunt down these photoshoots later when he leaves the apartment.

“anyway,” his eyes flit past you as he glances at the wall-mounted clock. “i should go get ready.”

already?

you open your mouth to protest, only for your eyes to meet. heeseung cocks his head to the side and smirks, reaching over with one hand. you instantly freeze at the sight of his approaching fingers when suddenly, he swipes the side of your lip with a finger.

and then he places the finger back inside his mouth.

what.

the.

fuck.

he licks the remaining of what you assume was food stuck to your mouth. he licks his lips, head bobbing. “maybe i’m a chef, because whatever was just in my mouth tasted real good.”

you’re frozen merely from the contact of his skin, though he’s standing straight now. he saunters over toward his room when suddenly he freezes, calling your name over shoulder.

“y-yes?” you blink at him rapidly, maintaining as much composure as you can.

“you’re home alone today, aren’t you?”

you quickly nod your head.

“good,” he smiles gently. “somebody’s coming over to fix the heater.”

he points toward the door with a thumb.

“so don’t let anyone in my room, okay?”

don’t let anyone in my room, okay?

heeseung’s gone for work.

so now it’s time to put your plan into motion.

you know you’re probably violating his privacy and the binding covenant between two roommates, but… well, he never technically asked you to not come in. he never forbid you from doing this.

and now that you’re the only one home and the only one responsible for looking after heeseung’s adorable dog, what if little stuart’s favourite toy is in there? it’d be cruel of you to let her live a day without her precious chew toy. what if you’re left to watch her jump up and down on her poor little paws to reach the door handle? you’re not the biggest fan of animal abuse.

you cast a cursory glance at the tiny dog bed in the corner of the living room and see the animal peacefully sleeping. okay, okay, stuart, i’ll go in there since you keep insisting.

with a brave heart and a small mantra of self-encouragement to accompany you, you finally lace your hand around the metal door knob.

and you turn it.

click.

the door opens.

you will yourself to breathe.

this is it.

this is the truth.

you wonder how deliciously refreshing the truth will taste, especially since ignorance feels awfully sour on the tongue. okay, fine, you’ll admit that there’s a part of you that surpasses the simple desire to learn more about heeseung, because truthfully, the thrill of danger will always be exciting.

will you find something you’re not supposed to?

is there more to heeseung than he leads on?

such questions must be the reason for which your heart mangles itself at the centre of your throat, especially once you lift your head and finally take your first gaze into his room.

you halt.

heeseung’s room is…

normal.

very normal, actually.

almost… underwhelmingly normal.

you blink in confusion and open the door even wider, stepping inside to examine the very heart of his being carefully.

okay, so he’s got a decently-sized bed, a bookshelf, and probably more things shoved deeper into the depths of his closet—such objects are awfully ordinary and unimpressive, thus eliciting a rush of bewilderment within you.

now you just feel silly.

gently shutting the door behind yourself, you waddle inside and inhale the crisp scent of his cologne, magnetically floating toward his bookshelf. scrutinising the various titles and genres of the books he’s purchased, you try to gather as much information about heeseung as possible.

he knows how to read: check.

he knows how to purchase a book: check.

he… he owns a bookshelf: check.

damn, this was not the quest you were expecting.

you weren’t exactly anticipating to be slaying dragons and saving princesses inside these four walls, but, well, you thought there was something spicy here. something worthy enough for heeseung to tell you not to allow anybody inside. something worthy enough for heeseung to always keep the door shut.

but this?

this?

this sucks.

whirling around with disinterest, you look at his bed, and naturally your eyes drift toward the bed-side dresser. it’s a short-legged, mahogany piece of furniture, with three drawers that you crouch beside. you reach out to yank open the topmost drawer before you halt, realising that you probably have absolutely no right to do this.

sure, you can wonder if there’s a secret sex dungeon in your roommate’s room, but you’re probably in no position to snoop around in his belongings.

with a sigh, you erect yourself and turn toward the door to leave, halting once you hear a noise.

you hear a fucking noise.

what is that noise?

the apartment door opening.

cursing loudly, you dash toward the bedroom door, ready to leap outside the scene of crime, stopped instantly once you perceive a voice on the other side.

it’s heeseung.

he’s calling out your name.

fuck fuck fuck.

fuckity fuck fuck fuck.

your roommate is literally outside in the living room and you’re in his bedroom.

the utter dread in your chest prompts your hands to fly to your hair as you frantically comb between the threads. you pace around frantically, though the walls feel like they’re closing in on you and your death is inevitable.

when he finds out you’re here, he’s going to kill you.

he’s definitely going to slaughter your ass.

he’s going to murder you and let your guts splatter across the walls.

you’ll die young and unaccomplished and smelling like bacon.

okay, okay. okay. calm down, calm down, calm down, you chant to yourself.

your lips form a circle as you pump air in and out of your lungs like a puffed out sumo wrestler.

breathe, bacon girl, breathe!

you shouldn’t at all be surprised by this result, especially since you’re well-acquainted with your tendency to make terrible decisions.

if there’s one thing you excel in, it’s being a dumbass—you’ve microwaved countless spoons. you’ve spent hours and hours trying to find your favourite pair of shorts only to realise that you were already wearing them. you’ve countlessly mistaken the crack on your phone screen as hair and tried to pick it off. once, you even tried to unscrew a lightbulb that was already turned on.

you’re dumb and stupid and make even dumber and stupider decisions.

and perhaps this will explain your next move.

you reach into the pits of your pockets and fish out your phone, instantaneously allowing your fingers to fly across the digital keyboard without a second thought.

hey, you text heeseung. could you please leave the apartment and go buy some milk—

you stop texting once heeseung’s reply message pops up.

the guy isn’t coming to fix the heater anymore, he replied. i rescheduled for next week. where are you?

you immediately erase your last message and type in a new one. at work. they suddenly called me in.

you’re quite pleased for thinking so suddenly on your feet, but your smile vanishes as quickly as your fingers had sent the message.

why the fuck did you say that? now he’s going to expect you to walk into the apartment door later in the day. he’s going to expect you to “return home from work”.

and to think you couldn’t get any dumber.

groaning to yourself, you whip your head around desperately in the room, wondering if there’s anywhere to hide.

as if on cue, heeseung is relentless. you hear him shuffle closer toward his bedroom door, prompting you to dash toward his closet. you reach over to open the closet doors when you suddenly halt, before turning around completely and dropping yourself onto the floor.

you roll across the floor and into the space underneath his bed.

and heeseung’s door slams open.

instantly holding your breath, you shut your eyes tightly and pray he can’t see you. as the bed is situated in the corner of the room, you slowly inch closer and closer toward the corner, far from the rest of the room.

fuck.

fuck.

fuck.

this is, by far, the worst decision you’ve ever made.

you should have listened to heeseung and not let curiosity get ahold of you—there’s an old saying ‘curiosity killed the cat’, but now you wonder why it was never ‘curiosity bit the cat in the ass and now the cat is hiding underneath a man’s bed and holy fuck you can see the man’s feet and the man’s feet are approaching you and they’re coming closer and closer and closer and—’

a phone rings.

you freeze.

is that yours?

you pray it’s not yours.

“hello?”

oh thank god, it’s not yours.

you watch heeseung’s feet carefully, paying to the direction they point in. he seems to be facing the bed at first, until he eventually twirls himself around and takes a seat on the bed. there are not enough words in the world to articulate the true magnitude of royally screwed you are.

you are doomed.

you will either wait until your roommate discovers that you’re hiding underneath his bed, or you will die and leave your skeletons here to rot.

either way, heeseung most definitely is not going to return your feelings.

//

to be continued.

author’s note: hiii thank you so much for reading!! i really hope you liked it :> i’m kinda scared since this is my first time posting on tumblr (and for enhypen) so i would really appreciate ur support via liking + reblogging ;-; i’m super new around here & definitely looking for friends hehe so please don't be afraid to interact!! anyway this is an old-ish story that i've edited, altho i’m definitely coming out w more enhypen content if u liked this one!! :D <3

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lowkey (jjk) | 02.

⦿ boo’d up in the daytime

⦿ mackin’ & hangin’ in the nighttime

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summary: in order to pass organic chemistry and pay off your car damages from an accident, all you have to do is help the nerd, jeon jungkook, with a few things: pretend to be his girlfriend and teach him the ways of dating.

pairing: popular!reader x nerd!jjk

genre: college au, fake dating au, friends (with benefits?) to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.2k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content/mature language, kissy-kissy koo, mentions of a boner, mention of sex and cum, seokjin’s still toxic

note: posting this chapter a little early since it’s butter weekend, plus the last part of liquid courage should be up sat/sun. still sticking to my schedule in my faq though, srry loves! i’ll do my best to update as soon as i can. 💗

tags: @taegularities​ @jimidol​ @miinoongi​ @bluesharksandfish​ @ggukkieland​ @unicornbabylover​ @thebeebi​ @preciouschimine​ @ladyartemesia​ @moonchild1​ @jikookiekosmos​ @marcoazz2​ @kootaes​ @wearenot7withu​ @codeinebelle​ @bigbootyjoonie​ @thisartemisnevermisses​ @maichiverse​ @ppeachyttae​ @fairysunooo​ @secretlycrazyhummingbird​ @yukiehyukie​

"I heard you were in an accident last night, babe. Are you okay? I'm so sorry I got mad at you yesterday." Seokjin comes towards you, cupping your face to look at every inch, every detail. You move away from his hold, backing up to give yourself some space.

"Seokjin, I told you to stop calling me that. Jesus. I'm fine. Don't need you to check up on me."

"Are you really gonna keep that up? I said I was sorry."

"Okay, and? I heard you."

"Really, that's it? Y/N, why are you being like this? What's the real reason?" He follows after you as you make your way to the library. To say Seokjin was persistent is an understatement— he was persistent for the wrong reasons. Like, keeping you close so he had you to fall on when things went wrong with another chick, his safety net.

"Because this is done, I don't know how many times I have to tell you. I'm tired of you doing this so, please. Just go." You slightly turn towards him as you climb up the stairs.

"I wanna work this out with you. Don't push me away. Let me help." You don't respond. He watches as you adjust your bag strap and wave at Jungkook. Seokjin chuckles and grabs your wrist gently, making Jungkook suddenly hop on defense as he balls his fists. Like he could do shit. Seokjin would probably wreck his ass with those broad shoulders.

Still. He hated how much of an asshole he was to you.

"Wait, what the fuck?" Seokjin laughs his rare, deep laugh that he uses when he's caught off guard. "You're hanging out with nerds, now?"

"And if I was, that would be none of your business." You snatch your arm away while glaring at him. You shake your head and continue walking towards Jungkook, relieved Seokjin finally left you alone today. Probably off to tell Namjoon, Yoongi and his friends how much of a bitch you've been and that you actually left him to hang out with a nerd.

Sunmi knows you're being tutored. However if that wasn't the case, she would question you, but she never take their side on shit. She remained loyal to you, and always supported you through whatever. That's why she's remained your bestfriend until this day. The senior chicks Seokjin and them hung around with though? Questionable. As long as Sunmi was by your side and you by hers, you both didn't care much for getting close to them.

"Hey, sorry you had to see that." You say as you sigh and set your bag down alongside of you on the long table.

"It's alright." Jungkook replies softly. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. Thanks." You give him a tiny, tightlipped smile. "So, should we get right into tutoring, or should we talk about the details of our deal? I have all afternoon." Luckily, it was quite loud in the loud section of the library. No one cared much to listen in to your secret deal with Jungkook, nor did anyone care because it was Jungkook.

"I do too. I guess, whatever works for you?"

"Let's get this tutoring over with first then iron out the rest." He nods.

"Sure." He pulls out his notebook. "Tell me, what are you struggling with?"

"Everything." He does a small head tilt.

"I doubt that. I'm sure you understand some things."

"No, you don't understand Jungkook. I'm legit drowning. I don't know what I'm doing wrong or where I'm lacking." Jungkook simply looks at you, lips pressed together before he nods. You're not lacking anywhere, he thinks. You're really not. The subject is just shitty and the spawn of the devil.

"That's okay. Well, can I go over some basics? Throw in some tips?"

"Yes, please. Lead the way. I need you." You chuckled, but it makes the heat rush to his cheeks. He hopes you don't catch the rosy tint creeping up on them, so he instantly grabs at the whiteboard near your table and starts to go over the very beginning, the very basics of this semester's OChem class. Maybe a bit from last semester, but last semester wasn't entirely that bad compared to this one.

He didn't expect you to be all that engaged for some reason, but he should have known you'd ask questions left and right, taking the black whiteboard marker from his hand to practice what you've learned with him watching and guiding you from your side. You were always focused, always so determined. You were incredibly smart. Incredibly beautiful.

Honestly, Jungkook go on for days.

The both of you hadn't realized it was nearing close to 5PM and neither of you had really eaten much since lunch. You sit, feeling pretty good about your first session with Jungkook. You feel a little bad having kept him for so long over OChem, realizing you still had things to iron out with him.

[sunmi] 4:34pm: hey babe, not gonna be leaving for a bit. i forgot i had to work on this psych project with jennie. you okay with leaving around 6/7?

"Crap."

"What's the matter?" Jungkook glances at you as you continue to stare at your phone and scroll away.

"Sunmi isn't leaving until later. I'll probably be stuck here for a little longer after you leave." You put your phone down, now resting your chin against your palm, nails slightly digging into your cheek.

"I-I can give you a ride, if you'd like? Plus, we still need to talk.. about stuff." He shyly says.

"Jungkook, that's too much to ask for."

"It's really not a big deal. How far do you live from campus?"

"Maybe a 10 minute drive, the next exit off the freeway." He shrugs.

"I'm going in that direction too."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. We can just talk on the way home."

"Would you be willing to stop by for dinner? We can talk then. Maybe it can be considered our 'first date.'" You joke with a small giggle.

"Oh, sure. Yeah." He gives off a tiny, nervous laugh. "Where did you have in mind?"

"Can we get.. hm—" You hum. "Fire Wings? Down the street?" He almost feels intoxicated watching how your eyes gleam under the light, how they brighten and widen when you mention food. You were cute, and you didn't even know it.

"Only if you tell me what flavors you get." He tries to get smart, which makes you laugh. He made you laugh.

"Is this judgment day? Gonna see if you should call quits on our deal before it even starts?"

"Maybe." He goes along with it.

"Okay. Garlic Parmesan and Dragon." You pack up your things before shooting him a look.

"Okay, solid flavors." He nods. "I guess we can continue on."

"You're funny." You giggle as you both throw your bags onto your backs. You stay in your position until Jungkook comes to your side so you can walk by him. You don't know much about him, but he has a soft demeanor and he makes you feel comfortable. You had only seen him a couple of times across campus, not really noticing him much in class either. You feel a little bad knowing you didn't even try being that he sat behind you, but better late than never I guess? Maybe there was a reason for all of this happening. The way he tutored you today was insane, too— he was super smart, but broke it down perfectly, was patient. He was patient.

No wonder Dr. K loved his ass.

"What about you?" You picked up the conversation.

"I usually go for a dry rub and Garlic Parmesan."

"I haven't tried any dry rubs."

"You can try one of mine later."

"Okay." You suddenly remember to shoot Sunmi a text before she comes looking for you everywhere on campus. Jungkook stays silent beside you, allowing you to do your thing without being too overbearing or nosy.

But, he honestly can't help but glance a few times.

[y/n] 5:11pm: sorry just saw this, hitching a ride with my tutor. don't worry about me! ty ily, have fun working on your project.

[sunmi] 5:13pm: tutor, as in jeon jungkook?

[y/n] 5:15pm: yeah, he offered.

[sunmi] 5:16pm: okay, that was nice of him. if he tries anything tho i'll beat his ass. text me when u get home?

[y/n] 5:17pm: don't worry about him, he won't lol i will.

[sunmi] 5:18pm: kk love u b

"Sorry." You say, tucking your phone into your pocket. "Had to text Sunmi."

"That's okay. You two are really close, right?"

"Yeah, since high school."

"Cool." At this point, Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok are coming out of the café at the same you two are passing.

"What about you, where are your friends?"

"Um." He sighs, trying to avoid his friends obnoxiously waving and calling him from the distance. You glance over from behind his figure, chuckling a little bit. "That's them."

"Cute. You all are really close, too?"

"Ya, I've known Jimin the longest though." You smile and wave at them, causing them to gasp and whisper amongst each other with huge smiles on their faces.

"I'll need to meet them if we're gonna do this thing for real. Do they know?"

"Yeah kinda."

"That's okay. We should probably work on keeping it between us though." He nods.

"Okay, but. Can we save meeting them for later? They're a bit.. much." You smile.

"Sure."

"D-do I have to meet Sunmi?" You nod.

"If you wanna make this believable, yeah."

"She's kinda scary."

"Jungkook, she's not gonna bite your head off. She just has that look, but I promise she's sweet." That look, that resting bitch face. Really, you could be biased because it's Sunmi. She really only had issues if she felt disrespected. Other than that, she meant well. Same with you— you've been accused of being intimidating and having the same look but you don't mean any harm by it.

"Okay." Jungkook unlocks his black 2016 Honda Civic and pops his bag in the trunk. You do the same, while Jungkook goes to open the passenger door for you.

"Thanks." You smile sweetly at him. He climbs into his seat, hitting the button to start the car and sighs. The music in the background starts to play, and it sounds mellow, soothing— like it came straight out of a fairytale. His eyes widen as he rushes to lower the volume before shyly looking at you.

"Sorry."

"What, no. Don't be. What is this?"

"A Final Fantasy lofi mix." He begins to drive off as you turn the volume back up.

"It's nice. Pretty relaxing."

"Ya, it's nice to listen to after a long day." He pushes his glasses up at the light.

"Do you have family here?" He nods.

"I do. My mom and dad live about an hour away. I'm the only child. What about you?"

"Same. They're probably 30 minutes up north."

"Do you live alone?"

"Yeah, I live in a studio. It's actually my coworker's. She bought the space to rent it out. She lets me rent it for pretty cheap though."

"That's nice."

"You?"

"I live with Jimin. Our parents are close."

"What about your other friends?"

"Hoseok is dorming, and Taehyung would rather live back home with his family and commute. He's close to them. He'll crash at ours or Hoseok's from time to time."

"Are you close to your family?" He nods as he turns into the plaza lot.

"I suppose, yes. I'm just really quiet overall, so they think it's hard to read me sometimes." He parks and you watch as he shuts the car off with the same button. "You?"

"Yeah, I'm really close to my mom. Dad, a little questionable."

"Why, if I may ask?" He comes to open your door again, causing you to give him a small smile.

"He, um. Just got into some stuff." He watches as your body tenses while you fiddle with your fingers waiting in line.

"It's okay, don't think about it. I won't ask again."

"It's okay, Jungkook. Really. Maybe another time?" You look up at him and he nods. He stands way taller than you, almost at Seokjin's height, if not the same. He likes to wear baggy, dark clothing and doesn't do much to fix or style his hair.

He's simple, but in a good way.

You both order your food with Jungkook going first so he can grab a table afterwards. Before he could pay though, you offer to cover him for dinner as your way of thanking him for driving you home. You make your way over to the table he snags, Jungkook silently sitting at the high table with his legs pressed together and his hands clasped tightly on his lap.

"You okay?"

"Ya, why?"

"You look tense."

"Sorry. It's not everyday I have dinner with Y/N." You smile.

"Stop, relax." You watch as he slightly eases up. "So, this deal." He nods. "A month?"

"Yeah, I suppose."

"We have to convince people it's real or else people will know something weird is going on." You look at his hand, now resting on the table. "You're gonna have to hold my hand and kiss me, you know?" He swallows the lump in his throat. Shit, he thinks. Don't know if I can actually pull this off?

A kiss?! Fuck.

"Y-yeah."

"When was your last relationship, Jungkook?"

"8th grade." Your eyes widen.

"O-oh, now I see."

"What's that supposed to mean? It's terrible, I know but I—"

"No, no, no. You're good. It's totally okay, it doesn't matter. I'll just have to teach you to make it look realistic and not.. awkward." You perk up again. "Not saying that you are though, okay."

"I know."

"So, are you.."

"Am I..?" He cocks hid head to the side in confusion.

"Like.."

"Just ask Y/N."

"Are you a virgin?"

"I don't know." You furrow your brows.

"Huh?"

"Look, this is gonna sound really embarrassing and I don't know if I'm even ready to tell my fake girlfriend about it."

"Just say it. We have to know things about each other." He sighs.

"I— ugh." He groans. "I did it with my girlfriend at the time. Or I guess my ex because we had broken up and this was sometime during freshmen year in high school and she came onto me out of nowhere at a mutual friend's pool party. But it was weird because we were just hormonal kids and I was just curious so I slipped myself into her only to slip back out right after because—" He's rambling, but you're doing your best to keep up.

"Because?"

"I-I, ugh. Y/N." He shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Are you really gonna make me say it?"

"Jungkook." You lean a bit to try and catch eye contact.

"I came right away." He says just as the worker puts down your food and takes the number from your table.

"Ohhhhhhh." You say as you nod slowly. "Okay."

"You can just run now." His head hangs low as he slowly slides his chicken over in front of him, causing you to chuckle.

"I'm not going anywhere. It's okay. Stop that."

"It's pathetic."

"No. Besides, I know you'll get better overall, and you'll find someone who will rock with you till the end. We'll work on this."

"Thanks." He says, feeling comfortable around you. You were quick to reassure him and smile at him, he felt himself melting in his seat. Yeah, you were too good for Seokjin.

"You'll have to come to parties with me. Club events. Events in general. It won't look right if I'm always going without you."

"Okay. Can I bring my friends?"

"Sure." He nods. "What do you do in your free time?"

"Play video games and listen to music. Read comics, manga. Build lego sets with the guys."

"Cute." You smile.

"You?"

"Hang out with Sunmi, or just watch movies on my own at my place. Read. Eat by myself. Explore by myself. I value my alone time."

"It's nice." Jungkook's familiar with it. Even if he had his friends around, he truly liked being in his own peace when allowed. "What about outside of the public eye?"

"Hm?" You hum.

"Do we hang out?"

"Yeah we can." You nod.

"Cool." He smiles.

"Is my car gonna be a lot of work for you?"

"Don't worry about it, it'll be good soon. Just might take a bit cause I need some parts to make it look brand new again."

"I really can't thank you enough." He shrugs.

"Only trying to help my girlfriend out." He boldly says, causing you to laugh.

"Confidence is peeking through already, are you sure you need me?" You joke. The rest of the evening, you continue to talk to Jungkook about pretty surface level shit— what you like, dislike, overall experience in high school and college so far. It was a nice, harmless conversation, one where you were starting to see how warmhearted Jungkook really was. How real and laid back.

None of the shit in Seokjin's group. It was refreshing, a breath of fresh air.

Once dinner had finally finished, Jungkook was on his way to drop you off. He had parked in an empty guest spot, offering to walk you up just to be sure. At the door, he took a peek at how clean your studio was, mainly soft colors of white and cream taking over, with plants scattered around your living room area. The hallway in was sandwiched between your kitchen area and another wall, Jungkook assuming your bed was on the opposite side of it. He awkwardly stands at the door, afraid of overstepping.

"Well, goodnight Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Hey, wait." You smile and come close to him. He swallows, his mouth suddenly feeling dry when he feels your breasts press against his chest. "First lesson— give me a kiss."

"Right now?"

"Jeon Jungkook, we're doing this tomorrow. People are gonna have to see this at least once while we're together." He nods and presses a quick kiss against your cheek. "Not bad, but a little longer?" He complies and presses another kiss, leaving his pillowy lips against your cheek for a little longer before pulling away. "Perfect. Now here." You point at your lips before crossing your arms.

"Y/N, I—"

"Don't be afraid, just do it. I won't kick you in the balls or anything."

"It's not that. I just don't think I'm a great at this stuff."

"Okay." You tippytoe and gently grab his jaw while you lean towards his face. "Just relax, okay? Don't think too much of it." He stays silent, doe eyes constantly on you as you continue to inch forward.

Sparks. Just sparks everywhere for Jungkook.

He feels your soft lips against his and he relaxes, moreso because he feels like he's lost all senses being this close to you. Taking in your scent. Kissing you.

"There." He stands still, still trying to process the kiss. "Not bad. We'll get better over time, but at least that looks believable. Just—" You put his hands down as they were about to fall onto your hips during the kiss, but they fell short. "Let it happen and hold me, okay?" You smile. "Night Jungkook."

"N-night." He stutters as he watches you close the door. "Fuck." He whispers to himself when he realizes he's now sporting a boner. "Jungkook, what the fuck is this?!" He continues to whisper to himself as he waddles down your hallway.

[the-original-skipps]

Fluffy Alphabet A-Z

Sano Manjiro aka Mikey

Note: Thank you so much for 100+ followers. I wouldn't have been able to get his far without your support. I'm super overjoyed and glad that you guys take the time to read my writing. I love you all very much as promised I hope you enjoy the fluffy alphabet! 💗

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

> Mikey likes to go for rides on his CB205T and he likes to bring you along. He just loves the feeling of the wind passing and your presence behind him. Maybe sharing some snacks while you both watch the sunset or the starry night sky, talking about random things. He just generally likes being around you even if you're both just sitting in silence.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

> He admires your determination and strong will. Since Mikey is mentally weak, he admires those traits in other people. No matter what you'd always be there to scold him or comfort him. It reminds him of his older brother.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

> Mikey instantly knows if you're feeling down, he just senses it. He'll bring you somewhere where they could both be alone maybe a park or he'll drive somewhere and sit you down. Mikey won't force you to tell him what's wrong but if you do he'll be listening intently. He's not the best at comforting people but makes sure to let you know that he's here for you.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

> Now this is a hard topic to answer. Mikey has pictured a future with his s/o, living in peace after all the rush during his teenage years. However, he doesn't see it happening because he knows it's best if he keeps his s/o away from him in the future.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

> I'd say he's both but mostly on the passive side. He lets you take the lead since he doesn't know much about being in a relationship. He'll be given advice and teased by his close friends but he'll keep their words in mind.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

> Mikey is pretty stubborn and doesn't like losing. If it's a petty harmless arguement, if he's wrong then he'll muttering an apology to you and completely forget about it. It's difficult to get into a serious argument with him unless it's something concerning him or Toman. Say the things he needs to hear even if himself doesn't agree with you. Then he'll leave to give himself space and think about things. Be patient with him because eventually he'll come around.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

> Mikey is very grateful for you being by his side even though he thinks he doesn't deserve it. He appreciates every gesture you do for him from the big things and to the little things such as making him lunch or fixing his hair or just being by his side when he feels he's losing himself.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

> Mikey doesn't hide things, if you ask him something he will directly answer you. He has no trouble talking about a past event since it already happened. Even though he doesn't want you getting involved with Toman, he still tells you about how they're doing or what they're up to. The only things he wouldn't share are his true feelings and his dark impulsivities since he doesn't want to scare you.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

> Just by being by Mikey's side you are a positive influence on him. It will take a long time but little by little he tries to open up about his true feelings and tries to rely on you more. Everytime you sense he's distancing himself, you would have to drag him back and knock some sense into him.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

> Mikey is definitely the type to get jealous easily and his childish tendencies tend to come out. If he sees you getting too friendly with someone he'll keep staring until he's had enough and say "(Y/N) is mine, hmph!" With a cute pout on his face. Be sure to coddle him afterwards because he might give you the silent treatment.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

> Mikey has no experience whatsoever. He has no idea how kisses work. It'll be super rare to get a kiss from Mikey since he's not used to being affectionate. If you're lucky he'll peck you on your cheek or kiss your hands occasionally. Your first kiss with him wasn't planned. Both of you were alone and you were just admiring him as he talked and pressed a light kiss on his lips. He was instantly shocked by what you did as he traces over his lips with his fingers but inside he's feeling all warm. He never knew kisses from you would have this kind of affect on him.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

> It took long time for Mikey to realize that what he felt towards you was more than just friendship. He confessed this to Draken and he replied "huh, obviously you like them you idiot. Hurry up and go tell them." In which Mikey replies by telling Draken to do the same for Emma. It happened when he came to pick you up from school one day on his motorcycle and brought you to the riverside. "I finally understand what I feel, (Y/N). I like you... You don't have to give me an answer right away, I'll wait however long it takes..."

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

> Another hard topic to answer. When Mikey fell for you he fell hard. As much as he wants to spend the rest of his life in peace with you, it won't happen. That is until he goes through "certain changes" and let's say he did. You'll be riding with him on his motorcycle on Christmas until he stops at a certain place. He'll start talking about his past and the times you've spent together. Then talking about how much he appreciates you and thanks you then pops the question. The wedding will be small and privately held with only people close to him and you are invited.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

> It is known that Mikey gives nicknames to those who are close to him. It depends on what your first name is. He'll most likely you use the first syllable of your name plus -chin, -cchi or -chy. Only when he's serious will he use your real name.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

> Honestly, it can be really hard to tell unless you really observe Mikey. You would notice he stares at you longer, or everytime your name pops up in a conversation he's interested. Draken is definitely the first the notice this change in Mikey and teases him for it, while Mikey denys it. The others will slowly start to notice this too. Especially, when he bought an extra taiyaki and gave it to you. Takemichy's jaw dropped at the scene.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

> Mikey won't be announcing to everyone that he has an s/o. However, if someone asks he'll answer honestly. I wouldn't use the word "brag" but he will say nice about you to others. For Mikey, intimate gestures such as kissing are only between the two of you. If someone catches the both of you, Mikey wouldn't be pleased.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

> You wouldn't have to worry about anyone trying to flirt with you or trying to hurt you not when Mikey's around. Mikey cares deeply about you and would give his life to protect you. You wouldn't have to worry about other people trying to flirt with Mikey either since you already have his heart, he'll simple brush them off. He's loyal.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

> As I have mentioned earlier, Mikey has no experience with relationships. You would have to teach him things. Still there will be moments that might seem simple to others but to you, you know it's a way Mikey shows his love for you. For example, draping his jacket over your shoulders or buying an extra snack so you could have some too. If he's not busy with Toman matters, he would want to spend his time with you.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

> Mikey would genuinely support your dreams and passions, telling you to never give up on them. He believes in you with his whole heart, and he knows you would be able to make your goals come true.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

> He would like to try things he never experienced before with you, like taking pictures at the photo booth or going shopping for matching keychains. That being said, what Mikey likes the most is the constant reassurance that you're here for him. Routines like going riding on his motorcycle or just talking with you, it what he like most. He's scared that one day you'd leave him so these mundane routines assures him.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

> You would think Mikey is the forgetful type but he actually pays attention to things. He'll notice you eyeing a certain item in a store or if you're lying to him. He genuinely cares about you and would like to know everything about you, even the shameful parts. Mikey has a hard time with emotions, he may not fully understand your troubles but he'll assure you that he'll be there for you.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

> For Mikey to actually want to establish a relationship with someone. It means he sees you as an important person in his life. However, certain things would have to come before you such as his family and Toman. It is something you would have to understand when dating Mikey.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

> Whenever he looks like he's spacing off during Toman meetings while he is paying attention to what's happening his mind can't help but wander towards you. About what you're currently doing or if you're at home safely. Before he starts the engine of his bike, or has nothing to do he fiddles with the keychain on his keys. It's the matching keychain you both have.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

> Mikey is not known to be the most showy when it comes to showing his affections. It's the little things he does for only you, that shows how much he cares about you. Mikey secretly likes the affection you give him even if he denies it. It surprises him everytime you hug him or kiss him but he never stops you or tells you to stop. Just don't do it in front of Toman. Even if he doesn't want to, cuddle him as the big spoon and it'll make him really happy. Since he's so used to keeping a strong facade, cuddling with you gives him the impression that with you maybe he doesn't have to do that.

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

> Mikey will still act as the strong charismatic leader of Toman, where nothing fazes him. He won't outwardly show that he misses you but you can tell by the way he fiddles with his matching keychain or stares off into the distance that he misses you. He might even unconsciously blurt a quiet "I miss (Y/N)...."

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

> Mikey is willing to give his life away to protect you. Just you being with him is dangerous enough who knows who might be out to get him and easiest way they can do that is by getting you. If your safely is at risk even he likes you he would have to break up with you, keep you away from the danger. Because he utmostly cares about your well being and if anything happens to you, it will destroy him.

[spikesbimbo]

Picnic Date

Pairing: Shugo Meian x Reader

Tags: Picnic date with a side of head, fluff, babymaking breeding kink, daddy kink, nipple sucking, oral sex, handjob, outdoor/public sex, mating press

Summary: Your titties look a little too good to be kept in that dress.

Word Count: 1.7k

a/n: i tried looking up his bio to get a better idea of his personality but there's nothing. I def think hes a gemini sun and/or mars

-And also i do not support zoos and aquariums, i just can't think of where else people would go on a date☠️

18+ Minors DNI

You laid on the blanket, your head in his lap a little buzzed from the champagne you drank earlier, giggling with that soft smile of yours, him stroking your hair out of your face watching the cute little kids run around.

Going out with your fiance was a regular occurance, you’ve pretty much been (fucked) everywhere in the city with him. He loved to express his feelings for you by taking you on spontaneous dates; whether it be the beach in the middle of the night, the club, aquarium, and any new food place that opened up, loving watching you eat.

“Aren't they cute?” He said referring to the toddler pushing his baby brother on the swing. You already knew where this was going, yes you've daydreamed about starting a family together, but having a 6' 5., 200lb man's babies was a nightmare for your body. But that was overshadowed but the sincere look he had on his face watching them play, not to mention you were ovulating right now making your baby fever rise.

“Yeah” you shyly mumble, hoping he doesn't notice the blood rushing to your face, spoiler he does. 

You try to take your mind off of that, feeding him the sliced up watermelon, keeping all the strawberries to yourself. His lips lingering on your sticky fingers. You loved babying him, yes he was a grown, strong ass man, but the second he was in your arms he melted, finding comfort in you.

“Your shoulders are stiff baby” you said, noticing it after leaning on them for hours “You want a massage?” you asked, fluttering your eyelashes up at him, already knowing the answer taking matters into your own hands.

“Yeah doll, whatever you want.” he said, giving you the go. You work your hands over his shoulders down his back, your boobs pushing against him, making him grow in his pants. You were just trying to have a cute date, but the way your body looked in that sundress was killing him. The thin straps leading down to the v-neck exposing your cleavage. The loose cotton material hugging your hips perfectly, stopping below your knees. Fuck you were pretty.

The tree behind you covered you two just enough, the park was empty enough now as it was now dinner time and all the families went home. 

He thinks for a second, it not being the first time you two have fucked in public, the last time being in the locker room. All worries leave him as he grabs your neck pulling you in for a kiss, falling in his lap. His lips were warm and soft, parting slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside tasting the sweetness of the fruit.

He kisses down your neck, stopping at your collarbone and pulls your top to the side freeing your breast. “Meian”  You moaned, the feeling of being exposed making you twitch.

His mouth wrapped around your nipple, sucking greedily, gripping his hair pushing him into you more. Your tits feeling sensitive and sore, him latching his mouth onto you. He was so grateful for you being in his life, letting him use you as he needed. Him showing his love by giving you your every want and need.

You looked around making sure no one was here, the embarrassment of Hinata walking in on you two while he was balls deep in you in the locker room making cringe at the thought, but who were you to deny your fiance as sweet as he was? 

You reach down palming his crotch until he was hard. Your fingers sliding slowly down not wanting to leave, unzipping his pants bringing his boxers down, precum staining the fabric pulling it down enough to uncover his cock. 

You wanted to be his good girl, he was always so good to you. He’d never tell you no, whether it was wanting him to get you something or wanting to ride him in the middle of the night, he never told you no.

“nghh daddy” you whined, him finally giving you a break from abusing your tits. He tightly wrapped his other hand around your waist leaving an imprint, dragging you closer to him.

“You're so good to me angel.” He whispered, making you shudder. His low voice stirring something inside of you.

“Really daddy?” You asked, hoping to get confirmation that you were doing a good job, grabbing his balls underneath you.

“Fuck baby” he said, thrusting his hips, you squeezing his balls a little harder. He looked at you with heavy eyes, pleading for you to touch his throbbing cock.

You took him in your hand, wrapping your fingers around his shaft the best you could, stroking him slowly looking up to meet his eyes to see if you were doing a good job.

He looks at you grabbing your thigh to stabilize himself and reattaching himself to you tits, you made him feel like he was in heaven, what's better than getting played with by a pretty girl with her tits in his mouth.

“Fuck princess im close. You gonna let me cum in that little mouth of yours?” you don't respond, just moving your head down to be face to face with his cock stroking your hand faster, opening your mouth for whenever he was ready.

“Fuck y/n” he groaned, his voice crackling at his release. His cock still so sensitive in your hands. His cum dripping down your lips, you not being able to swallow it all.

“Clean it up” He said, referring to the mess in his lap. You quickly moved your mouth to his length kissing the tip, some cum still on it as you worked your way down. His hand grips your hair as you wrap your lips around him.

 A throaty groan escapes and he rolls eyes back. He thrusts into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat making you gag and your eyes water, but you don't get off, still keeping him in your mouth.

You move your head up and down moaning at the feeling, wanting to reach down and relieve yourself but knowing he wouldn't allow it. Your eyes water this time not because you're choking but because you're needy, wanting to be touched also. 

Your eyes flicker up and see him staring at you with his eyes drowning you in lust. His dark locks stuck to his forehead. His cheeks red with want as his breath quickens.

“Baby, fuck. I'm close”

You bob your head faster, hoping to push him over the edge sooner, your jaw hurting with each motion. His hand is wrapped in your hair again and you can feel his voice get strained and deeper letting you know he was about to cum again.

He doesnt pull out when he spills, his cock sitting in the back of your throat. You swallow his cum for the second time today. Him finally taking it out, looking at your disheveled appearance, wondering how you were so beautiful while looking like a mess.

“Cmere baby” he said dragging you in for a kiss, lifting your dress up enough to feel your drenched panties, not giving a fuck if anyone saw with the sun still out.

You loved his cock so much, borderline worshipping it. It filled you in all the right places, stretching your little cunny out while hitting your g spot, him being the only one that could ever make you feel this way.

“Daddy” you moaned. “ I need it daddy. Please” You whined out as he laid you on your back, hand behind your head making sure you didn't hurt yourself. 

He parted your legs sliding your panties off, your body beneath him, your soft tits slipping out of your dress, your soaked pussy on display for him. Fuck he was in love. 

“Hold on angel” he said, adjusting himself with your entrance, staying in this position so he could see your pretty face.

 “You're such a good girl.” he said, slowly sliding his cock in against your whimpers. “Pretty girl, taking a cock too big for you” he continued, you grabbing his arms, leaving indents from your nails.

 “Look at you, i haven't even bottomed out yet and you've already made a mess” he teased, putting your legs on his shoulders, stroking your cheek.

 “Uhhngh please” you cried trying to hold on as he finally settled into you and started thrusting 

 “Meian please” you said not knowing what you were begging for. 

 “Hmm” he froze, stopping his movement.

 “s-sorry daddy” you realized correcting yourself.  “sorry please... please”

 “Guess I’ll just have to pull out then” he said slowly taking his cock out looking at your teary eyes all distraught

 “No! Dont pull out. Daddy pleaseee, no, please please... nghhah” you cried out like the world was gonna end if he didnt fuck you.

“Hmm? You want me to cum in you? You want my babies?” he teased, getting off on the fact that he knew you got turned by the thought of having his kids. The embarrassment appearing on your face, highly aware of your needs, you turned your face away looking at the grass beside you.

 “Hmm? u gonna be my good girl?” He said cupping your jaw to look at him.

 “Yes daddy” you said reaching your arms out trying to grab him in for a kiss.

 “Nope only good girls get to kiss daddy”

“Nooo daddy please!” You cried again, needing his touch.

 “U gonna let me stuff you full?”

 “Yea-ah” you said pulling your legs back exposing your sloppy cunt, needing him to be in you again.

 “There’s my good girl” he praised leaning down into you, thrusting in you getting harder each time. 

 “D-daddy m’gonna make a mess” You cried coming closer to your orgasm. You feeling him batter your cervix and g spot at the same time making your tummy burn and seeing white.

 “You are sweet girl? Go ahead. Do it.” He cooed, encouraging you to let go. You listened and quickly came, clenching around him making him follow soon after.

 He brought you up against him, his still being in you whispering sweet praise while stroking your head. You feel so content in his arms, enough to fall asleep, but unfortunately you two had to walk home as the sun was setting.

 “Love you meian” You said, snuggling in him yawning

“Love you too angel” he replied, kissing your forehead as you two watched the sun set in the distance, trying you best to stay awake. The both of you never being as happy as you were together.

<3

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[lovetorn]

It’s small and I didn’t check for errors of fixed my grammar like a true tired college student -🍀

What would he do? That’s all he could think of when he saw you today. For some ungodly reason his mind opened the idea of you leaving to him. That one day you will be out of his life and that small thought turned into a wild fire in his mind. It made him mad, it made him annoyed, it made him scared. He didn’t want to ever see you out of his life you were basically one of the beats of his heart. When the thought grew to the point it was all he thought about he felt so sick he didn’t leave him bed to go to classes or even practice.

Hearing the soft knock on the door Dream just hummed out a response praying you wouldn’t open the door. But you did. All that was on your face was worry as you stepped to him bed your hands cradling a bowl. A smell so familiar, so captivating enter the room it was a soup you always made when he got sick.

“Dream please eat. If you have a cold laying in bed won’t fix it. You have to take care of your body while still sick.” Your voice even lanced with annoyance and concerns made him smile, until the thought came back into his head. You gone. He wouldn’t have this if you left.

“Leave the soup and go.” He groaned out even if he wanted you to stay it made him even more unmotivated to see you. “Don’t want to get you sick.”

“Bullshit Dream I’m staying until you eat now take the fucking bowl.” You huffed out with annoyance as you sat on the bed beside him. “Now sit up before I call sapnap and make him force feed you.”

Dream would have stayed laying down but he knew that wasn’t a empty threat with the fact you have done it before. Shifting himself around he sat up and took the bowl from you staring down at the liquid. He was content with sitting like this if it made you stay eternity with him.

Only a few bites in you spoke, “What’s on your mind? You never skip practice.” He glanced over watching you lay back on his bed before he went back to eating. No words were spoke for a good few minutes until you spoke up again. “A penny for your thoughts?”

“Not today…” Dream finally spoke up after he finished his soup laying down beside you. “For the rest of the day can we just chill?” He didn’t turn his head as he hear a hum of agreement from you. A small smile falling on his face as he laid in the bed with you.

He didn’t have to worry. What would he do didn’t matter right now. He has you now. That’s what mattered, and he was gonna cherish every moment as if he was dying and it was his last.

NDBWJD WHY YOU GOTTA HURT ME LIKE THIS????

and then he asks if you can have a sleepover (slumber partyyyy!!!) 😪 (even though you’re right across the hall) and you can’t say no because the broken expression on his face is so tear jerking it HURTS 😪 and you wouldn’t say no anyway because 😳 you like him oooohh 😳 and as his mood brightens over the next few days, with your help, of course, you still catch him looking anxious and try your best to calm him down and support him, all the while not knowing why he’s so down 😪 r!dream, it’s okay my sweet boy, y/n isn’t going anywhere, i promise! i love him.

this is so heartbreaking, 🍀 😰😰 i missed u sm omg thank u <33