#super handsome ! 💓

[xsammei-her-belovedberyl]

Ahh Baby…my sweet husband ♥️🥹

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hiiiiiii,

Can I request a Jude Bellingham imagine where you’re in the Bellingham documentary for his YouTube and it shows you behind the scenes watching his games and stuff and just being a cute couple 💓.

Thank Youuuuuu💓✨

a/n: sorry for the delay, I don't know why but it took me a while to write it. I hope you like it. Request me whatever you want!

THE ONE

jude bellingham x gf!reader

warnings: none, just that English is not my first language.

summary: It’s her turn to step into the spotlight of Jude’s documentary, where unseen moments reveal the depth of their connection, exposing a side of their relationship and how much they mean for each other to the public.

The camera lens focuses, the soft hum of equipment fills the room, and she sits on their cozy, cream-colored couch. Her hands are folded nervously on her lap, her leg bouncing ever so slightly as she adjust her position, trying to find the perfect balance between comfort and confidence. Her hair falls softly around her face, and she tucks a strand behind her ear, looking up at the camera with a genuine smile. A nervous chuckle escapes her as she glances toward the crew and to him.

Jude stands just out of the frame, leaning against the wall, giving her a reassuring nod, his warm smile reaching his eyes. He mouths, "You got this," and she exhales deeply, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach. His presence is comforting, just like it always is.

"Hi, I'm...well, Jude's girlfriend," she says. "But, more than that, I’m just me—someone who tries to support him, love him, and keep him grounded." Her voice is gentle, but there’s a quiet strength in it, one that suggests she's much more than just his partner.

The interviewer asks the first question, something light to ease her in. "How did you two meet?"

She smiles wider and looks down for a moment, as if reliving the memory. “We actually met through mutual friends. Super normal. I didn’t know much about football back then, but of course I was fully aware of who he was. In person, he was even more handsome and charming, so it wasn’t a surprise that I was attracted to him straight away.” She laughs at herself. “Because of that, I spent most of the night ignoring him since I was dying of embarrassment and it wasn’t until I spilled a drink on his shirt that I was able to look him in the eye to apologize, but Jude just laughed. From then on, we spent the whole night talking, even over text afterward. We got along pretty quickly, but we took things slow. I think that’s what made it work… just letting everything happen naturally.”

As she speaks, the screen fades into footage of the two of them, candid moments from Jude's life. There's a clip of them walking hand in hand, Jude glancing over at her, his face lighting up in a way that's impossible to fake. Another video shows them sitting on a couch, laughing at something on TV. Jude’s arm is casually draped around her shoulders, his thumb gently rubbing circles on her arm. The chemistry is effortless, easy.

Back in the interview, she’s asked about how their relationship has evolved with Jude’s career skyrocketing.

"Honestly, it’s been crazy," she admits. "His schedule is intense, and sometimes we’re apart for long stretches. But we’ve always made it a priority to stay connected. We FaceTime all the time, even if it’s just to say goodnight. And when he’s home, we make sure to enjoy the little things—going on walks, cooking together, just spending time. Those are the moments that matter most."

Suddenly, Jude’s voice breaks in from off-camera, clearly teasing her. “Yeah, well burning food doesn’t count as cooking, love.”

She laughs, shaking her head, the sound of his voice immediately softening her expression. “He’s talking about his abilities,” she replies with a grin. The off-screen laughter from the crew adds to the playful atmosphere.

The next part of the interview focuses on her relationship with Jude’s family, something that’s been a big part of his life. Clips play of her with Jude’s younger brother, Jobe, during a family dinner. They’re joking around, Jobe and her teasing Jude and him complaining about their alliance. Another clip shows her talking to Jobe who’s clearly comfortable with her, and at one point, she playfully nudges him, making everyone laugh. Then, she’s shown with Jude’s parents, Denise and Mark, during a relaxed family gathering. She’s sitting next to Denise, the two of them talking and laughing as if they’ve known each other forever. The bond is clear—she fits into the family seamlessly, not as an outsider, but as someone who belongs.

"Jobe is like a little brother to me," she says with a smile when asked about him. "He’s such a good kid, and we’re always joking around. It’s just easy with him. And Jude’s parents... they’re honestly the sweetest people I’ve ever met. Denise is like a second mom to me. She’s always checking in, making sure I’m okay, especially when Jude’s away. And Mark, well... he’s the kind of dad who always has a story to tell and advice to give, whether you ask for it or not,” she adds with a laugh. “I couldn’t be luckier.”

Cut to a heartwarming montage of family moments: Jude’s girlfriend and Jobe playing video games, both of them laughing uncontrollably as Jude looks on from the side, shaking his head. Another clip shows her helping Denise in the kitchen, the two of them sharing a peaceful, easy rapport, with Mark chiming in from the dining room, to help them.

“They are awesome.”

The screen cuts to a new video clip of Jude talking directly to the camera in a different segment of the documentary. He’s sitting outside on a patio, the sun glinting off his face as he reflects.

"My mom told me pretty early on that she thought she was the one," Jude says, nodding slightly, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "She said she just knew. And I trust my mom’s instincts more than anyone else’s. Honestly, I think I knew too, but hearing it from her made me super sure."

The scene shifts again, showing a playful clip of Jude and her from one of their trips. They’re by the beach, Jude holding the camera as they walk barefoot in the sand. He’s joking, trying to push her toward the water while she protests, laughing and running away. They tease each other endlessly, but the affection is obvious. Every touch, every glance, speaks volumes.

Back in the interview, Jude’s voice is heard once more, this time in a more serious tone. “She’s my rock,” he says. “People always ask me how I stay grounded, how I handle everything, and it’s her. She’s the one who keeps me steady when things get overwhelming.”

Her eyes soften as she listens to the interviewer words. "He said that?” She asks, blushing a little as the one holding the camera nods. “Well, I think we’re a team. We support each other through everything. When he's having a tough day, I’m there for him. And when I'm struggling, he’s always the first to lift me up."

The interviewer gives a knowing nod, then shifts the tone to something more playful. "Now, we’ve seen some fun clips of you two together, but who’s the bigger tease in the relationship?"

Her eyes widen slightly as she chuckles. "Oh, I know he’s going to say it’s him, but i’s definitely me. I love to tease him. He gets this little furrowed brow, and I just can’t help myself."

Another video plays, this time a candid clip of them in the living room. Jude is trying to explain some football tactic using salt shakers and a pepper grinder as players, while she watches him with an amused smile. Suddenly, she moves one of the shakers, to condiment her food, completely messing up his demonstration, and bursts into laughter when he groans dramatically, head in his hands.

Back in the interview, she shrugs innocently. "He takes it well, though. He’s a good sport about it."

Jude’s voice cuts in again. "Barely."

She bursts out laughing, shaking her head. "See? Always listening in."

The documentary closes with one last video—Jude and her sitting on the couch, his arm around her once more as they scroll through pictures on his phone. They’re laughing, teasing each other about the awkward photos, and then he pulls her close, kissing the top of her head. It’s a simple, intimate moment, but it says everything.

As the video is about to finish, she’s seen asleep in his arms and Jude’s voice comes through one last time. He looks at the camera with a smirk and whispers “Yeah... she’s the one.”

[lavender-at-heart]

Hello!! Can you please make "Dating Carlisle would include" like you did with other Cullens? I saw you wanted Twilight request, and I really want more Carlisle content, so. Thank you in advance!

YESSSS FOR SURE!! BEEN DYING TO DO THIS ANYWAY. 💖💖💖💓💓💓

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Dating Carlise HCs:

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x GN!reader (but fem in mind)

Warnings: none

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So the whole "I've waited a hundred years for this" is kind of applicable to all the Cullens, but-

It's different! Carlisle has waited like 300 years. He's honestly given up hope in ever finding a mate, thought it wasn't in the cards for him

And despite having a loving family, seeing all of them and his friends find a life partner made him lonley. He was happy, but a lonley person.

So when you come into his life it's like a million fireworks go off at once!

He may be very rusty and old-fashioned, but that doesn't mean he doesn't sweep you off your feet!

You would be seriously head over heels within the first 5 mins of talking

Wether you were one of the Cullen kids' friends or you were in need of medical attention, you were hooked the minute you met

You definitely thought there has to be a catch

He can't be handsome, rich, kind, smart, respectful, AND sane

I'm not sure how it would work with his super self control, but he would probably feel at least a little bit of a thirst for your blood

He'd probably freak out a bit and be overall shocked

Maybe a bit repulsed with himself for even slightly wanting to indulge in human blood

Nevertheless he overcomes this and quickly works on spending time with you

Obviously he wants to come across as normal as possible but he can't help but be overly enthusiastic

Dates would include dinners to expensive restaurants, way too expensive in your opinion

Long walks by the beach or in the forest near his house

Stargazing

Reading by the fireplace

Loves reading you to sleep

Ballet, Opera, or classical music shows are probably a must

But he's down to more casual things too

Being with you makes him feel human, so late night 7-11 trips, or binge watching a show gives him a new, fresh, taste of a cosy life

He loves loves loves to cook for you

Puts on the cooking channel and gets to work

Will try different recipes and cuisines and have you rate each meal

Will go with Alice to the mall so he can buy you all sorts of gifts

Will teach you how to properly dance, none of that jumping up and down business

Would love the idea of getting married soon, he knows you both will never want anyone else

But he would also love to support you in your future in normal society, while you have it

Wether that be post-seccondary or a career

Speaking of weddings, probably a big one

He would invite his long list of friends of course, maybe even the volturi

But simple. He never wants to be showy, but he's just so proud and exited!

Definitely nothing extravagant, keep things classy and nice

He would always be there during difficult times

Obviously if your going through physical difficulties he's the man

You get the best, at home treatment

Top quality soup, tea, and medicine

Due to his super hearing and even smell he can tell if there's a tickle in your throat or a bug in your stomach

But if your feeling down or going through a rough patch he's there

He knows better than anyone that life is full of highs and lows, and he sticks around for the lows

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Thanks for reading, I welcome any feedback!

Xoxo

[mssorceressupreme]

hello love! Can I please get a minho x medjack!reader where minho gets really hurt out in the Maze and the reader fixes him up, but is yelling at him and fussing over him and he gets mad that she cares so much and is like "why do you care so much dammit?!" And she's like "Because I love you! That's why."

Thanks pokie!

Love your woek btw❤️

oooo yessss the classic heated argument where someone confesses trope 😩🤌🏼 thank you lovee, I’m excited to write this for you 🥰💓

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Because I Love You

Pairing: Minho x Reader

Summary: Minho returns from his run severely injured, and you, the med-jack on duty tends to his wounds. Unlike treating any other glader, this glader was special to you, arousing a confession during his treatment.

Warnings: mentions of blood and injuries

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It was late in the afternoon, the sun casting its scorching heat upon the gladers who were hard at work. The glade was a bustling affair and you were no different, treating injured gladers all morning.

You were waiting at the med-Jack hut, organising supplies and preparing for any injuries that might need tending.

Your heart always clenched a little tighter when you thought about Minho out there, facing the dangers of the maze. He was your best friend, you didn’t know what you would’ve done without him by your side. It was him who brought you out of your shell during your first week in the glade, and you truly appreciated him for that.

Just as you were about to take a break, the alarms sounded. The maze doors were closing, and you rushed outside to see Minho stumbling through, supported by Thomas and Newt. Blood dripped from a deep gash on his side, and his face was pale with pain and exhaustion.

“Get him to the hut, now!” You shouted with urgency, heart pounding heavily upon being greeted with that uneasy sight.

They laid Minho on the bed, and you immediately got to work, your hands steady despite the storm of emotions raging inside you.

You tore away the blood-soaked fabric of his shirt to get a better look at the wound. The cut was deep, dangerously close to his ribs.

Minho turned his head, glancing at you while you focused on his body. “Hey.” He smirked. “Will my scar after this look sexy at least?”

“Stop it, this is serious.” You scolded, eyes still focused on tending to his wound.

He let out a sigh of relief, “Just glad it’s you helping me.”

“Hm?” You were so engrossed in treating him that you didn’t catch what Minho said.

“I’m glad you were the one on duty today. Clint and Jeff would not be as gentle as you are.” He complimented, but for some strange reason, you felt your cheeks heat up from his comment.

“Oh, uh, thank you…I think?”

“What? You should be flattered!—Ow!!” He grunted in pain, clutching the sides of the bed.

“Sorry—” you bit your lip, losing slight focus because of the way he was acting. It did not help that he looked so damn handsome, lying on the bed shirtless.

“Stop complimenting me—it’s distracting!”

“Whatever you say greenie.” He teased, he was the first person to call you that and you hated it, but over time, it kind of grew on you. Almost became a special nickname from him, and it only sounded good when he called you greenie. Maybe the reason it only sounded good coming from him, was due to the fact that you might have developed feelings for him but you brushed it off.

“The cut is deeper than I thought…” you muttered to yourself, “Damn it, Minho. What the hell happened out there?”

“I got careless,” his eyes glazed with pain, as he sighed. “Never underestimate grievers.”

“Careless? You could have died!” You snapped, pressing a cloth against the wound to stop the bleeding. “Do you have any idea what that would have done to me? To all of us?!”

“I’m back though, aren’t I?!” He pinched his nose bridge, rubbing circular motions between his brows to relief tension from his head.

“You have to remember that you’re human Minho, not some super glader! You must know when it’s time to come back instead of lounging around with the grievers!” You lecture him, fixing up the last few bits of the bandage on his wound.

“Gosh, it’s like you enjoy running towards danger instead of away from it!” You fumed.

“There was an opening, I had to explore it a bit more!” Minho countered, defending himself.

“Explore it another time then!” You finally finished cleaning his wound up, and bandaging it. You motioned for him to sit up, helping him as he did so.

“It’s my job to find a way out Y/N, you have no idea the weight this job puts in my shoulders!” He was upright now, sitting on the bed with his legs on the ground.

You stood between his legs, cleaning up any dirt on his face from the maze with a wet cloth. “And we love and support you for it.…but you must know when enough is enough! You lost a lot of blood today! What happens if you don’t make it on time one day? How could I live on?!”

“Why do you care so much dammit?!” He shouted back, in frustration and pain, “Why do you always care so much?”

You froze for a moment, your hands trembling as you held the cloth against his forehead. Your eyes met his, and you saw the confusion and anger in his gaze, mirrored by your own turmoil.

“Because I love you, that’s why!” The words burst out of you before you could stop them, your voice shaking with the intensity of your emotions. “I love you Minho. And it scares the hell out of me to see you like this!”

Silence fell between you. Minho’s eyes widened, the anger draining from his face to be replaced by something else—something deeper and more vulnerable.

“You…you love me?” He whispered, voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

“Yes,” you said softly, “I love you, and I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

He reached up, his hand trembling, and cupped your cheek. The touch was gentle despite his pain, and it felt comforting.

“I’m sorry,” he apologised, regret lingering in his voice from his outburst, “I didn’t know.”

You leaned into his touch, your eyes closing as the tension eased off, “Just promise me you’ll be more careful. I can’t lose you, Minho. I can’t.”

“I promise,” he whispered, pulling you down to press a tender, loving kiss to your lips.

The kiss spoke emotions you’ve never told each other, the longing, mutual pining and secret attraction to each other. It was a kiss that spoke the fragility of life in the glade, of the need to hold on to each other in the face of constant danger.

As you pulled back, you saw the determination in his eyes, a promise to fight harder, to survive for you.

“Let’s get you up and back to your hammock to rest.” You returned to your task with renewed focus.

Minho watched as you helped him up, his eyes never leaving your face. His body ached with every movement, he let out some soft grunts but was determined to be resilient.

The pain was still there, but so was something else—a connection that had always been there, but now was stronger than ever.

You put his arm around your shoulder, helping him towards his hammock with slow steady steps as you didn’t want to injure him further.

When you finally reached his hammock, he sat up and you sat beside him, your fingers intertwined with his.

The area was quiet, as the other gladers were still working and busy.

“I love you too,” Minho said, his voice a soft promise. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

[yxngbxkkie]

simp for me (s.c)

seeing 3racha has given me writing inspiration, and i thank them 😌 i'm super glad i finally got a good idea for changbin! i've been trying to write for him more 💓 anyway, i hope you all like this!

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

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"What time is your soundcheck in the morning?" You ask Changbin, your boyfriend of three years.

He glances at you through the mirror in the hotel room. "It's at ten," Changbin mentions while turning to face you.

The two of you smile at each other, your heart swelling in your chest. "You're so handsome, Changbinnie," you boast, sitting up from the king-sized bed.

"And you're so pretty, baby," he smiles shyly, walking over to where you're sitting. You spread your legs so he can stand between them.

"Just pretty?" You joke with him, laying your hands against his outer thighs. Changbin rolls his eyes at you beforehand, setting his hands on your cheeks.

"Beyond pretty, baby. Ethereal," he mentions and kisses your lips quickly. Your cheeks flush at his compliment, smiling up at him. "Thank you for coming with me."

"Of course, honey," you giggle, leaning forward to rest your head against his stomach. "I knew you were gonna ask anyway."

Changbin combs his fingers through your hair, a giggle escaping his lips. "Oh, yeah? And, how'd you know?" He asks you, and you shift your head so you can look at him.

"Because you're a simp for me," you giggle, moving your hands to grab a hold of his.

"I hate you so much," he laughs, shaking his head. A sigh leaves his lips shortly after before making eye contact with you again. "But, you're so right."

"I love you too," you laugh as you intertwine your fingers with his.

Changbin squeezes your hand in his, leaning forward to kiss the crown of your head. "Do you wanna go get dinner?" He asks you, glancing towards the clock. "It's almost seven, and neither of us has eaten yet."

"Yeah, I'm down for dinner," you nod your head. Your boyfriend steps away from you, dropping your hands to grab his shoes. "Do you want me to invite Ji and Channie?"

He sits down beside you on the bed before putting his shoes on. "Can it just be us? I'm feeling a little selfish today," Changbin mentions with pink cheeks, his eyes darting between you and his shoes.

Your heart skips a beat in your chest, and you nod without hesitation. "I'm so in love with you, Changbin," you sigh, shaking your head at how cute he is. "Of course, it can just be us. Just a normal couple in a big city."

He smiles at you, taking your hand in his. He brings it to his lips and gently places a few kisses on the back of your hand. "So, that means I can hold your hand?" Changing asks with a large grin, feeling him squeeze your conjoined hands.

"Yes, baby," you giggle, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "But, can I have my hand so I can get my shoes??"

"No," he teases, tugging your hand towards him, bringing you closer to him again.

You let your body collide with his, causing the two of you to fall back on the bed. Giggles escape both of your lips as you place your free hand on his buff chest.

"How are we going to get dinner like this, hm?" You ask him with a smile, drumming your fingertips against his clothed chest.

"Can I have a kiss?" Changbin asks you with a pout.

You scoff in disbelief and lean forward to capture his lips. The kiss doesn't last very long. You pull away before he has the chance to deepen it. A small whine comes from him after you break apart.

"Don't you want to eat, bunny?" The nickname slips from your lips, and Changbin's eyes soften.

"Bunny?" He questions, squeezing your hand.

You avert your gaze, feeling embarrassed a little. "You're just so cute… like a bunny," you whisper to him, moving away from his body.

Changbin releases your hand before wrapping an arm around your waist. He keeps you close to him as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. "I like it when you call me bunny," he mumbles against your skin.

"Yeah?"

He hums, planting a couple of kisses on your neck. You comb your fingers through his hair, feeling yourself getting warmer. "I like how flustered it makes you too," he giggles, pulling his head back.

You playfully roll your eyes, grinning. "Of course you do," you giggle, cupping his cheek.

"Go get your shoes. I'm gonna treat you tonight," Changbin mentions while patting your hip.

"Such a romantic," you beam and move your hand to cup his chin, pressing a quick kiss on his lips before getting off of the bed.

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tagging: @thewxntersoldier @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @moon0fthenight @foxinnie8 @like-a-diamondinthesky

[chiharuhashibira]

oooooh can i request a little drabble where haganezuka is way too focused on his work so his gf or wifey tickles him to make him less stressed? i adore his childish side, how he throws tantrums. and he's super weak to ticklish kisses from his gal. he yelps and squeals, much to his chagrin, but laughing always makes him feel better! so his wife is ideally the tickle monster. and he knows when it's coming lol he's like NO. I'M WORKING (fails to defend himself) cute little firefly

Hewo Haganezuka lover~ I'm also a Haganezuka girl but ssshhhh don't tell Giyu 🙅🏼‍♀️ The boi will choke me 😫

I'm sleepy from work but I wanna write this drabble before sleeping hihi, thanks for the request ^^

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

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𝑷𝒔𝒔𝒔𝒕, 𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒖

𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐚 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Content Warning: None!

(Image is not mine, credits to the rightful owner)

"Psssst, Hotaru. Baby, come on. You've been here for hours. I miss you."

Despite your best efforts, your lover has been completely unresponsive for the past three and a half hours. If he ever responds, all you hear from him are his grunts or "NO! I'M WORKING!" You can't help but want to get cosy with him. When all else fails, you resolve to do something about it yourself.

You went closer and finally managed to tickle the man, making him drop the knife that he had been sharpening. His stern attitude faded as your hands ran on his sides while giving him kisses on the back of his ears.

Hotaru squeals and yelps as you tickle him more, losing the chance to defend himself as his body betrays him. Finally, you stopped, and there he shot you a glare.

"Idiot! That was uncalled for!"

"But you were stressed, baby. I just want to give you some distraction."

He was about to protest more when you planted your lips against his. Hotaru pulls out and flicks your forehead. You pouted on him, and to your astonishment, the handsome man leaned in to give you another feather-like kiss.

"Fine. I will cuddle you. But just for an hour, okay, Y/N?"

"Two hours. Please?"

You gave him another pout, and you felt how much Hotaru did his best to compose himself. But you won. Hotaru rolled his eyes and finally gave in to what you wanted.

"Fine. I'll cuddle with you as long as you want. Gaah! Be thankful that you'll be my wife soon, and I can't resist you."

Giving him a seemingly innocent smile, you pinched his cheek and planted another kiss on his lips. "That's my future husband~ I love you, Hotaru!"

Despite his tantrums, he blushed and still managed to carry you towards your bedroom to give you all the snuggles you wanted with him.

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317 words!

Thank you for reading this drabble of our beloved Hotaru 💓 If I was his wife, I'm also sure that I won't be able to keep my hands to my self. IYKYK 👀 Just kidding XD

Love yah guys! See yah on my other fics!

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

[midnightmah07]

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[jujutsubaby]

Hello my dear! Congrats for your achievment!✨

I’d like to play and I say:

Cafè Heaven and Hell.

I’d like to order a white mocha and take away a Macha Latte.

I’ll eat a mochi donut!🍩

Thank you very much! 🤗🌸

a/n: thanks for your ask 💓 yours was super fun to write and i hope you enjoy it hehe~ also guys i swear i don't hate gojo he’s just a male thot to me. also btw when i went to paris last year there was a male thot that served me at a cafe and so he’s just all i think about when i think of gojo and cafe au’s

✨ WELCOME TO CAFE HEAVEN & EARTH ! ✨

🤍 PAIRING. gojo

🤍 WORD COUNT. 1.3k (sorry i just love writing about male thots)

you can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief as you enter your favorite cafe. work today had been complete hell, and you need a caffeine and sugar fix to give you the will to live this evening.

the cozy ambience of cafe heaven and earth instantly soothes you - the romantic low lighting, the smell of eucalyptus and coffee beans, and the low jazz music playing in the background settles over you. 

after ordering your white mocha (as well as a mochi donut as an extra treat — you really deserve it today), you wander to your usual counter seat by the window and lean back with a relaxed sigh. 

you had been so excited to start work at the prestigious zenin law firm, but just three months in, you were already feeling the first signs of burnout.

you usually like to go over documents from work during your coffee runs, but today, you just need to savor the moment. as soon as you sit back down, you close your eyes and take your long awaited sip of white mocha. as the sweet, rich liquid hits your tongue, you can’t help but almost moan in satisfaction. 

your moment of calm is immediately ruined by an unfamiliar voice. “wow, that good, huh?”

you crack one eye open in annoyance to see a tall and muscular white haired man sitting a couple seats away from you. you’re taken aback by just how blue his eyes are - one glance and you find yourself sinking into its ocean blue. the next thing you notice (and you do feel a bit embarrassed about it but c’mon, you had a long day at work!) is how muscular and lean his arms are, his fingers playing his phone on the counter absentmindedly. it’s a wonder you didn’t notice him as soon as you got here. 

remembering that he just interrupted your peace and quiet to ask a question, you respond, “the white mochas here are always the best.” in spite of how astoundingly handsome the stranger sitting near you is, you’re not really in the mood for a conversation, so you hope your tone dissuades him from continuing.

“yeah? can i get a sip?” he asks, a bit too fast for your liking.  

 “what??” you’re taken aback by his forward question and brash manner. how old is this guy, anyway? this is the kind of behavior you expect out of your ten year old nephew yuji, not a grown ass adult!

the man pouts in response. what was his deal?! model-worthy good looks or not, he was starting to wear on your already limited patience. 

“maybe you could get your own drink?” you ask, trying to remain polite. “i’m kind of a germaphobe,” you lie. you don’t really care too much about sharing cups, but you really want this guy off your back. your precious relaxation time is limited!

“pleeease!!!!” he starts begging loudly, earning looks from surrounding cafe patrons. he notices you looking around self-consciously, and scrambles to the seat next to you so he can talk more quietly. 

“please!” he repeats at a more socially acceptable volume. “i’ll drink from the other side, promise! you won’t even know my mouth was there!” god, was he irritating! (it certainly didn’t help that he was making you think about his mouth now, too.) 

 desperate for this stranger to leave you be, you decide to let him have what he wants. then he’d leave you alone, right? you kind of doubt it, but it’s worth a try anyway.

“ok, ok! fine.” you slide the ceramic mug towards him, and he has the audacity to look smug as he clasps the mug between his hands. you absolutely do not notice how long and elegant his fingers look curled around the drink. 

“down the hatch!” he chirps as he lifts the mug to his lips.

you soon find out that the two of you have radically different definitions of the word “sip”. to him, a sip means gulping down half the mug, apparently. you watch wistfully as the drink you had so been looking forward to begins to disappear before your eyes. 

 when he puts the mug back down, his smug expression is replaced with an exaggerated grimace. “ewww, how do you drink that stuff?? it’s so bitter!” 

as you seethe to yourself, he darts his tongue out to swipe away at some foam left on his lips (which you are pointedly not paying attention to), before continuing. “i’m gojo, by the way.”

“it’s not bitter,” you say through gritted teeth. “it’s the best espresso in town, and one of the sweetest drinks they offer. besides, couldn’t you have decided that you hated it before you drank half the damn thing? what’s your problem, man?” 

“i told you, my name’s gojo!” the man starts to whine again, but seeing your animosity, he changes his tune quickly. “ok, sorry, sorry! i didn’t mean to annoy you! listen, why don’t you get yourself another drink on me?” he reaches into his pocket and pulls a shiny credit card from his wallet, handing it to you with an air of penitence. 

“really? thanks, gojo. that’s surprisingly decent of you,” you reply. you start to feel a little guilty for almost losing it at this complete stranger. his guilelessness, while annoying, is maybe almost even starting to charm you. 

“uh, maybe while you’re up there, you could also pick me up a drink that’s not a complete pukefest too?” he asks, fluttering his fluffy white eyelashes at you. upsettingly, your stomach does giddy somersaults at the sight, which you studiously ignore.

you sigh and roll your eyes. “all right, pretty boy, what’s your drink?” 

“oh, they’ll know,” he replies with a wink. “the gojo special — hot cocoa with strawberry milk mixed in. best drink on the planet.” 

you wrinkle your nose. “that sounds disgusting, but sure.” you head to the order counter for a second time, looking down at the card he entrusted you with as you wait in line. 

damn, a black card? he’s annoying AND rich? pick a struggle. nonetheless, you weren’t one to pass off another drink, especially at his expense. you go up to the counter and decide on ordering matcha latte and his wretched drink order. the barista looks at you with distaste after ordering it, before sighing and ringing you up. great, now you can never come to this place ever again. 

it doesn’t take long for your drinks to come out carefully make your way to the seat. you notice he’s dusting his hands on his thighs.

“alright, you weirdo, here’s your-” you stop mid sentence as you place the drinks on the table and notice there’s a huge bite taken out of your mochi donut. your precious mochi donut. you glance at gojo, then back at the donut, and then back his hands which still had remnants of frosting on top. 

“did you…did you just take a bite out of my donut while i was gone?” you say incredulously. 

“what?”

“i know you heard me.” your fingers pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance. “do you just always take bites out of random people’s food? who raised you?!” you’re in awe of someone who has social skills like this.

“don’t worry about it, kitten,” he purrs, and you hate that your heart beats faster at his nickname for you. “i’ll just buy you another one. i’ll buy you a dozen right now.” 

you sigh. “okay, fine.” you end up ordering a box of mochi donuts against your better judgment. even worse is that you…actually had a good time with him? you can’t remember the last time you were this annoyed but laughed this much. 

“by the way, you gonna be here tomorrow?” he asks with his mouth full of the last mochi donut. ugh, you shouldn’t find this attractive, but you do. 

“yeah.” you say, before you have time to change your mind. you take out a pen from your tote and quickly scribble your number on a napkin. common sense be damned, you think to yourself on the bus as you find yourself yearning to see that color blue again.

[pristinekanesays]

 🦋 Life Is Strange: Petnames.

🦋 What do they call their partner, what do they like to be called?

 🐺 GN!Reader, no specific pronouns are mentioned!

🦋 Warnings: nathan prescotts issues, sappy stuff and my never ending beef with nathan prescott

 🦋 A/N: Bored, tired and severely sleep deprived. I'm sticking to actually posting for once? Shocking! The word petname has me giggling like a kid and I've got no idea why.

 🦋 Chloe Price:

 💓 Chloe would probably call you the basics like babe, baby and hey maybe even babycakes as some classic comedy. She seems like the type to just make the coolest petnames in her head and spit 'em out in a split second. (She'll probably call you dude, regardless of your gender.)

 🤍 She'd deep down enjoy those real sappy, cute and sort of cringe petnames. Like pumpkin and sweetheart, you know? Maybe even puddin' but in a southern accent, apart from that she doesn't really care.

(Chloe's just a big softie, come onnn!)

🦋Kate Marsh:

💓Kate, katie, literal angel, and she'd probably call you her angel as well! She'd also call you darling, dearest, my love and probably hon/honey.

🤍She'd enjoy and appreciate it if you were affectionate with petnames like the way she is, so probably darling, angel and my love if I were to guess.

🦋Max Caulfield:

💓I get huge calling her partner broski and dude vibes, no matter your gender which is probably gonna be a little like Warren's headcanons. Calls you by your name and maybe sweetheart or greets you after a while like `Hey there, cowboy!` (again, regardless of your gender.)

🤍Doesn't care what you call her, lovey dovey and insist on calling her the most sickening, romance novel petnames? Okay, it's what you like and she probably doesn't mind.

🦋Rachel Amber:

💓Petnames are mandatory, MANDATORY!! Am I the only one getting the vibe she'd call her partner baby girl/baby boy or..?

💓Apart from that it's angel, love, sweetie and maybe babe. Probably reminds you that you're handsome or pretty nearly everyday because she's a theatre kid and DRAMATIC, or maybe she just wants to show you sum love.

🤍Call her what she calls you or add some little sappy nicknames in there cause she deserves better and just wants to feel the good old romance in the air.

🦋Victoria Chase:

💓Okay big old bully:( She's the good old classic mean girl in public but with you? She's like a totally different person, I mean forget all those horrible, awful things she's done..ahem..

💓If you're super popular and everyone knows who you are, she'll call you babe and hon in public. If you're not as popular as her, she might not put the best effort in but she's still got your back!

💓In private it's my love, babe, baby, hon/honey, all types of sappy stuff.

🤍Isn't a big deal to her what you call her just be affectionate dude (don't call her dude, she'll be like wtf)

🦋Warren Graham:

💓Is for sure calling you dude, bro and broski like yeah you're in a relationship but he didn't ask. Take it or leave it, broski! Refers to you as his partner no matter what, he'll be struggling to call you anything else and that has me laughing a little. (favourite nerd)

💓I feel like he'd jokingly call you dumbass, if you're okay with that probably.

🤍LOVE, AFFECTION, ADORAAATION! Put some effort in, like yeah he barely calls you anything romantic and cute but like leave him alone okay?! He's trying his best!

🤍Call him anything cause he'll eat that shit up daily for every meal, he loves you and just needs SOMETHING!

🦋Nathan Prescott:

💓It's dickhead again, let me just pull out my book of problems! Comedic purposes..very hilarious but he's got some intense issues and this is gonna be like one of those shit love stories.

💓He's not big and open about your relationship so he doesn't call you anything in public (especially if you're a guy, sorry dude but he's got denial issues up the ass).

💓He might call you babe or somethin' else, he's an asshole struggling with affection and other things.

🤍Call him what you wish just don't try it in public because he'll get all pissed off and act like he's never seen you in his life. Like, how dare you be affectionate and loving?!

🤍He's the problem.

[999-ang3l]

HIIII SO HAPPY YOU GOT INTO WRITINGGG💓💓💓 could you maybe do a female pro wrestler x Jschlatt for me 😉❤️ Ive been thinking about it alllllll week!! And I’m too lazy too write one of my own but i might 😴

anything for you! im not super educated on pro wrestling but ill try! ♡ (this is such a good idea omgomgomgomg)

a/n: listening to the new miski song while working on this

one of his friends wanted to see it but they had an extra ticket so he invited him... and let me tell you, he had never seen such a hot woman do such hot things... he secretly found aggressive and dominant woman very attractive, he instantly became a big fan of you.

once he saw that you were doing autographs, he wanted to go talk to you. It seems like his friend did too because they both walked in the direction of the autographs.

after standing in line for a little, the two finally make it "hi there!" you gave them a kind smile. they were shocked how kind you were after absolutely demolishing someone. Once you and his friend had a normal conversation, it was his turn to converse with you.

he started off by saying how cool he thought the sport was (obviously he wasnt gonna mention how attractive you were to him). you chatted with him for a little as some fans were getting impatient. you were calling him pet names (cutie, handsome ect) he thought nothing of it, maybe you were just trying to be nice. you eventually asked if he wanted you to sign something and he bashfully patted his pockets and pulled out a small piece of paper.

after you signed it, he walked off, not realizing you put your number on that little paper.

[xsammei-her-belovedberyl]

𝗕𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗹 : オレのサマル 𝗠𝘆 𝗦𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗿 ♥︎

[cinhomi]

hi aurora my sweetheart! how was your day? I hope you're doing better, hang in there my love <3 you're doing so well and I'm so proud of you 💓

swinging by to drop this hard thought for you...chan with a husband kink. a sexually charged tug of war you play with him where he's utilizing everything in his arsenal to make you call him husband...pinning you against the wall, teasing you, going as far as to edge you. he'd go feral once the word finally slips put from your lips avshsbssnsn

for some reason I also really want to give hyunjin kisses. like smother his face in kisses he just deserves so much love TT

- titracha nonnie

HQKZHQYSI YOU'RE ALWAYS SO SWEET I LOVE YOU ‼️‼️‼️ I hope you're okay my precious nonnie :( 🫶 my day was suuuper okay, thank you for always askingggg 🩷

delish thot as always.

"Mhmh, I'll be there with my husband... sure, thank you, see you later!" and you find yourself being late because he railed you into oblivion in the living room, right where you had that call.

"Oh my god hi!! It's been so long!! How are y- oh right this is my husband, Chan" and you later lay on the backseat of your car with your legs up in the air and his face right between them.

"Mommy, why you always kiss Daddy?" "Because he's my husband and we love each other a lot!" you explain to your child, not knowing Chan was listening in the hallway. Ooh you have to be extra careful while you cook, making sure your baby is watching their fav cartoon, because Chan won't deprive himself of a quickie in the kitchen ;)

we already talked about being a stay-at-home wife for him and being like super ready to spread our legs and get on our knees with a simple look from him, getting wet when he fixes stuff, when he takes firm decisions... but he'd really be just the same. if you're cooking, if you enter the house with groceries, oh he gets so flustered. with Chan it's the concept of being married and call each other husband and wife that is special, and arousing. if you two happen to fight you know you can make up the same night with rough passionate sex instead of doubting you'll see each other for days. the trust, relying on the other, being connected for the rest of your lives... Chan will never want a divorce. It's you that have come up with it if you really want it because he will never consider it.

don't get me started on how he acts when he sees your rings... oh my god he's a beast. just, imagine intertwining your hands together as he fucks into you, deep and slow, lips parted and brows furrowed, and he picks up speed when he sees the shiny gold metal <3

I mean he's whipped. you are so whipped. sometimes you deny his title to him and he has to be mean and make you desperate to hear the word slip from your lips that he loves so fucking much. and a "my" and "mine" here and there and he'll stuff you full until the first rays of the sun intrude in your bedroom.

you're needy? address him as "my husband".

"how was my husband today at work?" "what's my husband doing right now?" "my husband is so handsome this morning."

he'll get on his knees for you. hell he will take you against the wall. on the floor. in a bathroom. in the laundry. if you texted, you have to expect to be fucked with your face against the entrance door, there's no way he'll make it to any other place inside the house.

I THINK I GOT A LITTLE BIT CARRIED AWAY OKAY OH GOD maybe I'm the one who's got a husband kink at this point idk IDK

kissing Hyunjin 😊🩷 juicylipsracha assembled in this post lol

anyway yeah kissing Hyunjin we both have very full lips SO so I think I'd, like, explode but I actually kind of don't care???? he's sexy I'm sexy we should kiss???? everyone that reads my posts is sexy so we all should kiss Hyunjin. pepper his face and also suck his tongue. I might be horny so don't look into that last part too much thank you. hmpf. kissing Hyunjin... I won't think about anything else all day and it's your fault I love you.

[selfship-confession-box]

I've been feeling less of the need to Self-ship since I'm now happily taken ❤️

I still see myself causally doing it here and there, my partner is well aware of it (infact that's how we met, through self shipping)

I'm just super happy to have SO MANY F/O aND ONE HANDSOME PARTNER 💓💞💕💞💕💞

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[yxngbxkkie]

love in france? (h.h)

good morning/evening! i have been working on this fic for so very long. i'm super glad i finally finished it 🥰 hyunjin at the Versace show was an absolute blessing, and there was no way i wasn't writing something on it!! i hope you guys like it! 💓

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

I can't believe I'm here. You think to yourself as you pull up to the large villa. The vehicle you're in comes to a stop as you grab your purse from beside you.

You never thought you'd be invited to an event like this. Especially since the max number of people invited to this show was sixty. You slowly get out of the black vehicle, draping the strap of your purse over your shoulder.

You thank the man who opened your door, smiling softly at him. He bows his head before you continue forward. Camera's are just about everywhere, causing you to grow a bit shy.

A million questions are thrown in your direction as another vehicle pulls up behind you. You glance back to see a tall man climbing out, his brown eyes meeting yours for a split second.

"Woah," you whisper to yourself, never seeing someone as handsome as him. You catch yourself staring for too long, snapping yourself from your daze. You continue walking along the path, following the other guests while placing a hand on your warm cheeks.

You admire the architecture of the villa, running your fingers along the stone walls. You stop in your tracks before checking the time, noting that you've got some time before the show starts.

You pull your phone out from the elegant purse you're wearing, deciding to take some photos. You take a couple of the villa and the view before taking some of yourself.

You quickly look around, noticing everyone chit chatting with other guests. You didn't really want to bring attention to yourself. You take a couple of selfies, inspecting them right after.

"It's cute but I want more of the view," you mention to yourself with a sigh.

"Excuse me, Miss?" An accented voice reaches your ears, causing you to lift your head. The gorgeous man you saw before stood in front of you, and he shyly waves at you. "I could take a photo for you if you want."

"Uh, y-yeah! That'd be great, thank you," you say sweetly, handing the man your phone.

He smiles down at you, taking your phone into his large hands. You pose for the camera, smiling widely as you keep your gaze on him.

"I took about ten," he chuckles while handing your phone back to you. "They look really good."

Your cheeks blush at his compliment, thanking him quietly. You look over the photos he took, in awe at how good they actually look. "You weren't kidding," you gasp, zooming in to look at yourself. "They do look really good."

"I told you," he smiles before holding out a hand. "I'm Hyunjin from Stray Kids."

"Hyunjin," you repeat his name, smiling widely. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Y/N. I just recently started modeling for Versace."

"Oh, really?" He asks, tilting his head a bit.

You nod your head, releasing a breathy chuckle. "Yeah! I'm surprised I was invited to this event, to be honest," you scratch the back of your neck, diverting your gaze towards the Mediterranean Sea.

Silence fills the space around you, and your eyes glance towards the seating area. You notice a few people are watching the two of you, making you nervous.

"Would you sit with me?" Hyunjin asks you, motioning towards the tables.

"Yeah," you smile, clasping your hands together.

The two of you walk over to the multiple tables, sitting down at one near the bushes. A waiter comes over and places two glasses of champagne onto the white table.

You take a sip of it as soon as the well-dressed man walks over to another table. You look towards Hyunjin, noticing his dark eyes already looking at you. "I've never seen a model so shy," he comments, fumbling with the golden earring.

"A lot of people say that," you exclaim, chuckling, before repeating yourself. "That's the reason why I’m surprised that I was invited."

Hyunjin shrugs his shoulder, a smile gracing his plump lips. "It shouldn't be reserved for people who've been in the business for long. It should be for anyone," he explains while tapping his fingers. "Clearly, Dua saw that when she invited you."

You're moved by his words, placing a hand on your chest. "Thank you, Hyunjin. That was really sweet of you to say," you mumble, feeling your cheeks blush.

Silence fills the space between the two of you for a bit as more people begin to take their seats. "Excuse me," a voice reaches your ears, causing you to look up. "That's my spot."

"O-Oh, sorry -" you cut yourself off while getting up. You don't remember if there were seating arrangements. Your chest clenches at the thought of sitting at a table with complete strangers, your eyes drifting towards Hyunjin.

You don't say anything else, walking away from the table. You clasp your hands together, attempting to find a table to sit at. A hand rests on your lower back, making you jump.

"Hi, Y/N!" Dua greets you with a friendly smile.

"Oh, hi! Thank you so much for inviting me," you mention to her, shaking her free hand.

She stands with you, moving her arm to link it with yours. "Of course. You're a wonderful model. I just had to invite you, sweetie," she compliments you. "And, I think this line would be absolutely perfect for you."

You grow shy from all the compliments she's giving. "You're so kind," you chuckle, fumbling with your fingers.

"I have to go. I hope you enjoy the show!" She smiles at you before walking away from you.

You release a deep breath and continue looking for an empty table. You manage to find one just before the show starts, lowering yourself into the seat.

You grab your phone, checking your notifications. You purse your lips before putting it back away. Well, this kinda sucks. You think to yourself, wishing you were still sitting with Hyunjin.

Your eyes drift to the table he's sitting at, noticing the two men sitting on either side of him. Hyunjin's eyes meet yours again, both of you smiling at one another.

Hopefully, I'll see him again…

-

You walk back into your hotel a couple of hours after the show. Your feet are screaming for you to take these forbidden heels off. You almost stumble into the elevator, hissing at the slight pain while pressing the button for the seventeenth floor.

Once the doors close, you release a deep breath, leaning back against the metal wall. It doesn't take long for the elevator to get to your floor, the doors opening back up a minute later.

You slip your heels off as soon as you step out, feeling the carpet against your nylon-covered feet. You hook the heels with your index and middle finger before walking towards your room.

You search through your purse, looking for the key to your room. Ding. The elevator goes off again, causing you to glance towards it.

Hyunjin walks out of the elevator, his phone pressing against his ear. You grab the hotel key, clutching the square card in your hands as you debate on saying something to him.

"He's busy," you mutter to yourself, taking a quick glance towards him again. You meet his gaze, and your breath hitches in your throat.

How is anyone allowed to be this pretty?

You smile at him and wave your hand. Hyunjin returns the wave with a smile of his own. He mumbles something into the phone before hanging up.

"Y/N, hey," he greets you, slipping his phone into his pocket. "I've been looking for you."

"You have?" You ask in disbelief, your jaw dropping a smidge.

"Yeah. I'm having dinner brought to my room and was wondering if you'd like to join," he asks you timidly, bringing a hand to the back of his neck.

Oh. Your cheeks blush at his proposition, and you find yourself nodding your head. "Y-Yeah, I'd like that, Hyunjin," you shyly smile.

"Great," he adds, sharing the same smile as you. "Do you want to change first?"

"Yes, please. What room are you in? I'll head over as soon as I'm done," you inform him, swiping your key card before opening your room door.

Hyunjin digs into his pocket before pulling out the card he has, reading you the number from it, "1745. Right down there."

"Okay, 1745," you repeat to yourself, returning your gaze back to Hyunjin. "I'll see you in about fifteen minutes?"

He nods his head, agreeing. "See you in fifteen minutes. Do you want anything in particular? I can have it sent up when I go in."

"I'll just have whatever you're having. I'm not very picky," you tell him with a smile.

You shut the door to your hotel room before releasing a deep sigh. I'm really having dinner with him?! You think to yourself, feeling butterflies swarm in your stomach.

You shimmy out of your dress, changing into a pair of oversized sweats and a sweater. You take in the warmth of the clothes, letting out a content sigh. You slip some socks on before making your way to Hyunjin's hotel room.

Nerves course through your veins as you get closer and closer to his room. You haven't had dinner with anyone you've been attracted to for quite a while, a little worried that you'll be awkward.

1745. You stand in front of his door, staring at the small numbers. "It'll be fine. It'll be fun," you whisper to yourself before knocking on the door.

"Coming," Hyunjin's voice comes through the wooden door, causing you to take a step back. Not even a second later, the door swings open. The dark-haired beauty smiles at you while stepping to the side. "Hey, come in. The food just arrived."

You walk into his hotel room with a smile, tangling your fingers with each other. "Thanks again for inviting me," you tell him shyly, grinning up at him.

Hyunjin gently shuts the door before walking past you, his hand brushing your lower back. You follow him further into the room, noticing the nicely plated food.

"It's no problem. You're really cool, and you're absolutely gorgeous," he flirts, bringing his hand to the back of his neck.

You blush at his words, releasing a shy chuckle. "You think I'm gorgeous?" You ask bashfully, sitting down in one of the arm chairs.

"I do. You're very pretty," Hyunjin mentions with flushed cheeks.

The two of you start to eat in a comfortable silence, the sounds of forks clattering against the plate echoes off the walls. You steal a few glances, admiring him from across the table.

"Hey," you mumble loud enough for him to hear, watching the black-haired beauty lift his head. "Do you think we can keep in contact? If you want to, that is."

Hyunjin wipes his lips with a napkin while nodding his head. "Yeah, I would like to. It's just… You'll have to bear with me. My English isn't perfect," he explains.

"That's okay. I don't mind at all," you tell him with a smile before taking a bite of your steak.

"I have," Hyunjin pauses and leans back in his chair. "I have one more day here. Do you?" You nod your head in response, waiting for him to continue. "Would you want to go out into the city with me tomorrow?"

"I would love to. I've never been to Paris before," you tell him excitedly.

The man across from you gasps, and his dark eyes widen. "You've never been here?" He asks.

A laugh escapes your lips, "no, I haven't."

"That's it," he claps his hands, leaning back in his seat. "I'm taking you everywhere."

You continue to giggle, finding his excitement to be really cute. You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, stopping yourself from smiling too much.

"You're too cute, Hyunjin," you grin at him, feeling your heart fluttering inside your chest.

He smiles at you and you notice his cheeks are a bit pink. "Thanks," he whispers, hiding his face in embarrassment.

The two of you finish your dinner, and now you're sitting in complete silence. Hyunjin stands from his chair, starting to clean up the table.

"Do you need any help?" You ask him as you start to lift yourself from the chair.

But Hyunjin just shakes his head, giving you a smile. "No, I'm okay. I got it," he reassures you.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket, and you quickly pull the device out. "Oh, shit," you mutter to yourself before answering the call. "Hey, what's up?"

"He broke up with me," she cries, causing your chest to clench.

You stand up from your chair, finding Hyunjin placing the empty plates back on the sterling silver dolly. "Okay, hold on real quick," you tell her in a soft voice.

"Everything okay?" Hyunjin asks, seeing the slight sadness in your eyes.

"My best friend called," you mention, releasing a breath, "her boyfriend broke up with her. I'm sorry, but I have to go."

A frown comes to his plump lips as he nods his head in understanding. "That's okay. You go ahead. I'll see you tomorrow," he says, leading you towards the door of his room.

You lean on your toes, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. "Thanks again for dinner. I can't wait for tomorrow," you whisper with a smile, both of you blushing.

Hyunjin nods his head, a large smile coming to his lips. "It'll be the best day," he whispers as well, feeling his fingers brush against yours.

"Good night, Hyunjin."

"Good night, Y/N," he smiles, opening the door for you.

~

tagging: @thewxntersoldier @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @foxinnie8 @moon0fthenight

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

Anyone remember the DP/30 Emmywatch interview with Evan where he says he wouldn’t want to be super famous because there is a dark side to fame that he wouldn’t want? I’m feeling for him lately. 😓 On a positive note though, he is so handsome and happy in that interview. 💓

yes, and i definitely get what he meant and why he wouldn’t yearn for that level of fame :/ i really don’t think evan enjoyed the extra attention from dahmer at the height of it, with that being a major reason he seemed more uneasy in interviews during the promotion for the series.

[gayhotpriests]

hello hi bursting into your office (ask box) with comically large binders that have papers falling out (so many questions about spanish)

first off, thank you for the post, and the collection of people in the post willing to help out! super duper appreciate it. I can tell when Spanish sounds odd or forced in a fic, but I don't know enough to fix it so- midnightsbuck, you're my only hope.

So, first, could Eddie call Tia Pepa, just Tia? It's a thing in my language to have custom labels for each family member, that are meant to be more affectionate than just, like, Aunt Cassie, so I was wondering if it would carry over okay into just Tia.

Also, I have her calling Eddie, "Editto" and "Mijo", which, I know the second one is technically, my son, but it feels more, like, my kid or kiddo, vibes? idk you tell me if im off here.

3. “You said we were going to the nursery! I came in work clothes!” Eddie protested, but Tia was having none of it. “Sí, yo dije, pero first, brunch! Look how nice Buck is dressed up, que linda!” - This section, I tried blending a bit more Spanish into English, which is something my mom does often with Urdu, so the speech patterns felt right for the language blend.

4. Would Tia Pepa call Buck "Evanito"? I've seen a lot of that, and I can't think of a way to turn 'Buck' into a nickname. Conversely, would it be approriate for Buck to call her Tia Pepa, or is there a more respectful alternative?

5. “Aw, no, mirame, Tia, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.” - Does this work for "look at me" from Eddie?

okay that was so much many apologies - thank you for offering your knowledge!

Hi!!! thank you for coming in, have a seat! it's my pleasure actually, so lets see what we got here💓

1. yes, it is fine for him to just call her tía instead of just saying tía pepa all the time. i personally feel like he wouldn't just call her "pepa" because it's not common to call your older relatives by their first names, you say their "title" first, idk if im making sense. i have met people who do that, but it's not common bc it's seen as disrespectful.

2. and for her to call him eddito- absolutelly. i feel weird when my aunts call my by my outside world nickname hahaha i feel like pepa might call him eddie too (or even have her own nickname for him), though abuela would stick more to eddito. you're right about mijo though, it's not exclusive to parents and their children, aunts and other relatives do also say it.

3. about this little excerpt:

“You said we were going to the nursery! I came in work clothes!” Eddie protested, but Tia was having none of it. “Sí, yo dije, pero first, brunch! Look how nice Buck is dressed up, que linda!”

there's a couple of things! don't forget the possesive, add the his before tía, because tía isn't a name but a title(?) i don't know how to explain it hahah it's like saying "but aunt was having none of it", it doesn't work in english! if you're replacing the noun you have to keep the same grammar rules. in spanish it would be the same too.

the "i said" part, i would translate as "dije eso" (i said that), in spanish we tend to erase the first person pronouns (and pronouns in general when they're kind of redundant bc the conjugation already implies first person), but to only say "dije" doesn't work. and finally, remember words in spanish are gendered, so adjectives end in A or O if you're describing a woman or a man (YES is a big problem for non binary speak). and lindo translates to pretty or cute, so if you're looking for a word that means "handsome" that's guapo. if you're angling for pretty, lindo works just fine! (pero first is a thing in spanglish as far as i know! good on that).

to sum it all up, it would read better like this:

“You said we were going to the nursery! I came in work clothes!” Eddie protested, but his Tía was having none of it. 

“Sí, dije eso, pero first, brunch! Look how nice Buck is dressed up, que lindo!”

4. i have personal beef with Evanito tbh KSDJKSLSJ i'm more of an "Evancito" myself. you add ito/ita to make the diminutive, but when a word ends in a consonant, you add cito/cita. so it makes more sense to me and feels more natural that they'd say evancito. buck is a nickname on itself so i don't think they would change it.

5. finally! on this part:

“Aw, no, mírame, Tia, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”

one thing you have to know about spanish is that we have like three different ways to say you, the informal, formal and a third form used only in spain hahhaha so the informal tú is used for friends, siblings etc anyone on your same or lower levels of hierarchy(? but you would use the formal usted for people in higher hierarchies, like your boss, teacher, or older relatives. this can also change with trust levels! i say tú to my mom but usted to my aunts, although in some countries they are a lot more traditional and also use the formal version with parents (eddie would say usted to his dad, for example).

so, in this case "mírame" is "look at me" but it's informal, when speaking to his aunt in spanish he'd probably say "míreme" which is the formal conjugation. so it would look like this:

“Aw, no, míreme, Tía, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”

i hope this all made sense!! i tried not to go too hard on explaining grammar rules but i tend to overexplain all the time ;-; hope this helps and thanks for coming into my office! you're welcome any time<3