#svt jisoo

[talkingsaxy]

PHOTOS YOU'VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND JOSHUA

please don't repost, requests open!

[fairyhaos]

❖ all mother nature's fault // joshua hong

joshua x gn!reader, 1.9k+ words

tags: non-idol au, fluff, established relationship, crack, me furthering my 'joshua hong has erratic hay fever' hc, kinda sick fic

warnings: mentions of medicine ??

notes: good lord,,, sick!shua is just so pathetic (fond)

“Joshua? Shua, are you there?” 

You step into Joshua and Jeonghan’s shared apartment, humming a little to yourself as you take off your sunglasses, the spare keys that Joshua had given you dangling in your hands.

It’s a delightfully sunny day, and you’re dressed all nicely, fully sun-screened and ready to go out. Joshua had asked you yesterday if you wanted to go on a walk in the park today, and you’d never say no to spending a sunny, lovely day out with your boyfriend.

But at 11am, Joshua hadn’t appeared on your doorstep, so you’ve come looking for him in his own home.

“Joshua?” you call again, padding through the apartment to stop at his bedroom, knocking on his door. “Are you in here? Can I come in?”

“The door’s open,” a voice says, and you open the door to see Jeonghan sitting on the bed, holding a box of tissues next to a sprawled-out Joshua.

“Oh, Jeonghan?” you say in surprise. “Why are you here?”

Jeonghan raises an eyebrow. “I live here, too,” he says, sounding put-out.

You laugh, closing the door behind you. “You don’t live here in Joshua’s room, though,” you say, but Jeonghan just waves a hand like that little fact is irrelevant.

“I can live anywhere I want. I pay half the rent for this place.” He looks down at Joshua, and grins. “Unfortunately, the other rent payer is a little… incapacitated right now.”

And he’s right. ‘Incapacitated’ is probably the right way to describe Joshua’s state, because he’s pathetically lying spread-eagled on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, head propped up with multiple pillows. He’s still in his pyjamas. In the few minutes that you’ve been in his room, you’ve seen him take at least three tissues from Jeonghan to blow his nose.

“I’m sick,” Joshua says, and he sounds all bunged up. “No, I’m not sick. I’m going to die. I’m dying.”

You can’t help but laugh a little at how dramatically miserable he’s being, sitting next to him on the bed. “Is it your hay fever?”

“Of course it’s my hay fever,” Joshua laments, and then sniffs loudly. He turns his head, looking at you through puffed-up eyes, before sniffing again. “I can feel all the pollen particles attacking my body right now.”

“That bad, huh?” you say, pushing his hair back from his forehead. Joshua stares hazily at you. “It shouldn’t be this terrible, though. It’s been raining for the past week.”

Joshua whines, flopping around on the bed like a child. “I don’t even know. But I keep—keep—ah—” He sneezes then, mid-sentence, covering his mouth with his hand, and then promptly reaches for a tissue to wipe his hand and his nose. “Keep sneezing.”

You hum, trying not to laugh aloud at his misfortune. You exchange amused grins with Jeonghan. Your boyfriend is the only person you know who gets hayfever, and what makes it worse is that it’s the most random hayfever you’ve ever seen.

He could take you for a date to a flower field in the middle of summer and not have his eyes water at all, but during one random week in the middle of autumn, he’ll be sneezing so hard that he could blow over a jenga tower.

That happened, once. It’s the only time you’ve ever seen Seungcheol genuinely cry with laughter.

“My poor darling Shua,” you coo, trying not to smile too hard at the memories whilst Joshua looks so pathetically sad next to you. His eyes are all puffed up, and he looks so miserable and it’s actually a little adorable.

“I know, your poor darling Shua,” Joshua says miserably, his words coming out all distorted due to his blocked nose. 

“Poor Jeonghan, too,” Jeonghan cuts in. “He called me over just so I could hold the tissue box for him.” He lightly bonks Joshua on the head with the tissues. “Meanie.”

“I’m the one actually dying here,” Joshua says, and wow, he really does sound ill. “I feel terrible. I feel like one of those hanahaki victims in those fics you keep sending me.”

“You can’t compare yourself to my hanahaki recommendations if you laughed at the fics for an entire five minutes after I send them to you,” Jeonghan says, stabbing a finger in Joshua’s direction.

“Well, they’re always totally unrealistic! And why are you even reading fanfiction about that sort of stuff?”

“Hey, they’re good stories!” Jeonghan says, holding his hands up defensively. It makes him lift the tissue box into the air just as Joshua was about to take one, prompting your boyfriend to whine as he stretches fruitlessly. “And the genre only ever comes up in fanfiction. I love hanahaki stories.”

“He loves reading about other people’s pain,” Joshua says in your direction, and he forcefully yanks Jeonghan’s arm downwards so he can take a tissue. Holding it up to his nose, his voice is muffled as he says, “That’s why he’s here right now. To laugh at my pain.”

“You brought me here to laugh at your pain.” Jeonghan hits him over the head with the tissue box once again.

“I brought you here to comfort me,” Joshua cries as loudly as he can, which isn’t very loud, because his voice is all croaky. “You’ve just been laughing at me the whole time!”

“Should have known that I would do that. How many years have we known each other, Shua? Do you really still not know your best friend at all?”

“Apparently not,” Joshua grumbles, sniffing. “Next time you’re sick, I’m going to destroy all the tissues in your house.”

You’re practically crying with laughter, listening to the two bickering, and this is something that is always the funniest to watch. Jeonghan and Joshua bounce off each other so well, both having equal sass and equal wit to be able to do this, though one might not think so when meeting them for the first time.

Joshua’s just always too busy holding up his gentleman image to properly rip into Jeonghan.

“Gonna destroy all your tissues and then ban you from ever buying any more,” Joshua is still threatening, poking at Jeonghan with his snot-covered tissue. “You little monster. I hate you.”

“You’re the one cursing at me?” Jeonghan says, incredulous. “How am I the monster here? Y/N! Do you think I’m the monster here?”

You’re giggling into your hand, trying not to be too loud, and when Jeonghan directs the question at you, you startle and let out another surprised laugh. “Um… I don’t know.”

“You have to side with me,” Joshua insists croakily at you, snatching the tissue box from Jeonghan so he can get his own tissues. “Y/N, please? I’m literally your boyfriend.” 

He smiles weakly at you, then, in an attempt to gain your favour, and even though his eyes are all red and his nose is still leaking you can’t help but think that he looks utterly, utterly adorable.

That’s not gonna stop you from messing with him, though.

You shake your head, smiling. “Yeah, but you ditched me on what was supposed to be our date today, so I don’t know if I should side with you.”

Joshua’s eyes widen as best as they can, betrayed, and Jeonghan cackles.

“You’re so mean,” Joshua mumbles, dabbing at his nose, and then kicks Jeonghan when the man won’t shut up. “Hey, stop laughing! It’s not that funny.” He looks at you again, and if possible, he looks even more miserable. “I can’t believe you’d betray me like that.”

That makes you laugh, and you reach over to pet his hair consolingly. “I’ll tell you what. You let me take care of you today, and I’ll agree with you that Jeonghan’s the one in the wrong here.”

Joshua blinks, like he’s processing your words, before nodding. “Deal.” He looks over at Jeonghan, and kicks him again. “You heard Y/N. Get out.”

“Excuse me?” Jeonghan gasps in mock offence as Joshua continues prodding him with his toes. “How dare you!”

“I’m not your boyfriend, so you don’t have to take care of me anymore,” Joshua said, and then he grinned up at you, all watery-eyed but still devastatingly adoring. “Y/N’s here now.” You smile down at him, and he seems to positively light up under your gaze.

And then he sneezes.

“Okay, okay, I’ll go,” Jeonghan says, as Joshua starts going through some sort of sneezing fit. “Goodness me, you’re even pulling out the sneezing attack in an attempt to get rid of me.”

You laugh, shuffling closer to your boyfriend and taking the tissue box from Jeonghan, handing Joshua tissue after tissue and helping him prop himself up so he doesn’t choke on his own gasps for air. “Sorry, Jeonghan, we just really want you gone.”

“I’ll remember this,” Jeonghan says, pretending to be all upset even as he practically lunges for the door. “I’ll remember this act of treachery!”

And then, with a neat click of the door, he’s gone.

The room becomes quieter, then, and Joshua’s sneezes die down into little sniffles. You place more pillows behind him, helping him sit up, patting his hair affectionately as he attempts to take in a deep breath. You weren’t joking when you said that you’d take care of him, and he seems to notice it, eyeing you over the tissues that he’s blowing his nose with.

“I’ve already taken antihistamines,” he says, as if preempting your question. “This is me all already drugged up.”

You chuckle, pinching his cheek. Taking the dirty tissues from him, you deposit them into the bin beside his bed. “Wow. Your hay fever is really bad today,” you say, and he snuggles into your side with a long-suffering sigh.

“Yeah. It really is.”

There’s silence for a moment, as Joshua miserably tries to breathe and you run your fingers through his hair.

And then Joshua sits up a little, looking at you.

“Sorry for not being able to take you out on that walk today,” he apologises, eyes big and wet and sincere. You just smile pinching his reddened cheek and pressing a kiss to his forehead. 

“I’m not actually mad. You know that, right?”

Joshua shrugs. “Still. I feel like I should say sorry.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault,” you say easily. “It’s the weather’s fault. It’s ‘cause of all that pollen that you’re in this state right now.”

“Hm. You’re right.” A grave look comes over him as he nods, eyes darting up to you. “Will you fight the weather for my honour, Y/N?”

That makes you laugh, surprised. “Your honour?”

“My honour is totally destroyed right now,” he says, dead serious. “Baby, I’ve been defeated by tiny little flower particles! I definitely think that you should fight for my honour.”

He’s being so serious about this that you can't help but laugh, leaning down to kiss his cheek even though he protests that he’s all sticky and disgusting right now. But it’s Joshua, so you peck him on the cheek anyway, and then kiss his hair.

“Sure,” you say, and when he looks at you again, your eyes sparkle brighter than a thousand suns. “I’ll fight Mother Nature for your honour, Shua.”

He beams. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

A beat.

“Quick question… how do you feel about going on walks in the rain from now on?”

fics tags: @jeonginssa @weird-bookworm @minhui896 @slytherinshua @haowrld @belladaises @moonlitskiiies @mirxzii @zozojella @kawennote09 @a-wandering-stay @abibliolife @doublasting @wonranghaeee @icyminghao @sweet-like-caramel @your-yxnnie @odxrilove @kyeomyun @crackedpumpkin @jeonride @kellesvt @eightlightstar @onlyyjeonghan @aaniag @starshuas @raevyng @isabellah29 @hrts4hanniehae @mcu-incorrect @dokyeomkyeom @suraandsugar @haodore @tulsa24 @melodicrabbit

[serejae]

CAN YOU SEE ME IM WAITING FOR THE RIGHT TIME | H.JS thought

pairing ; joshua x reader

WHAT ! - your boyfriend has a little secret waiting to be revealed after you continue to pester him on proposing

a/n - ive been thinking of husband shua alot……

“soooo….” you smiled as you laid on your stomach taking the space right next to joshua. his grin appeared as he already knew what was coming to him, he turned off his phone and placed it on his chest as he turned to look at you

“yes?” he teased pretending to be clueless. joshua laughs as you rolled your eyes about to get up from tour spot but he stopped you in time by holding your wrist and pulling you back down to him. holding you against his chest, you hummed in content as one side of your face rested comfortably against his neck. watching as he smiles softly while staring at the ceiling you poked him

abruptly looking down at you clearly lost in his thoughts, he relaxed at your pretty face. “whats on your mind?” you asked as you found his hand for comfort.

quickly he held yours but used his pointer and thumb to softly caress your ring finger

“just thinking about you” he said quietly only to be heard by you

“me?”

“im always thinking about you”

“wait about you proposing” you laughed remembering what you first came here for

joshua looks back at the ceiling as he gently holds you while caressing your ring finger

“just finding the right time”

you hum understandly making his grin grow

his eyes glance slightly at his bedside table on his side of the shared bed knowing that there was a shiny ring in your size in a velvet box thats waiting for the day he has planned

(its been planned months ago, hes waiting for the day to come;)

[wooahaeproductions]

Moonlit Magic

Joshua Hong x Female Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Established Relationship

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: domestic fluff, mentions of food, kissing, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, clit play, and penetration.

Rating: 18+

A/N: This was originally written for a member of a different group and was rewritten for Joshua, so if you think you might have seen this before..you have 😅 ~Maren

“Seriously, Joshua…where are you taking me?” you whined as your boyfriend led you somewhere unknown, his hands covering your eyes. You weren’t one for being surprised usually and he knew that, so it made you even more anxious to know what he was up to.

“Quit complaining and just trust me, okay?” Joshua huffed at you, slowly directing you through the sliding door and into the backyard. You had a rough month navigating the merger between your company and a new one. After seeing the toll it took on you, all Joshua wanted to do was give you a break in any way he could.

He stopped you on the edge of the deck before taking his hands away from your eyes, revealing a projector that was set to point at the smooth back of the house and a tent that was in the middle of the yard, the top adorned with string lights that were just starting to glow as the day was fading into evening.

“Do you like it?” Joshua asked, his eyes crinkling from a smile as he watched you take in what he had set up for you. 

“I love it, Shua,” you breathed out. Maybe you did like surprises sometimes, if your boyfriend was the one doing the surprising. 

“Come on,” he said, taking your hand in his and bringing you out to the tent he had put up. You followed him as he unzipped the front, pinning it to stay open. Warm blankets and pillows had been set out, as well as some of your favorite snacks. He led you into the tent, indicating for you to sit down on the fleece blankets.

Settling in to sit down next to you, he pulled the remote for the projector out of his pocket and started the movie. He scooted closer to you, leaning his back against the pillows, and put his arm around you. You smiled as the opening scene of your favorite movie played on the side of the house in front of you. Joshua knew all your favorite things. 

Your stress slowly melted away as you enjoyed the movie and snacks in Joshua’s warm embrace. The evening sunset that was there when he first brought you out into the backyard had now given way to a bright crescent moon. You ate, laughed, and quoted the movie all while he laughed with you, watching you in one of your most natural atmospheres.

Eventually, the ending credits started rolling and you looked over to find Joshua looking at you with the most adoring expression. You paused with a potato chip midway to your mouth. “What?” you asked him, letting out a laugh. 

“I just love you,” he said, a goofy smile that only a man in true love could have on his face. 

You let out an amused noise. “I love you too.” He leaned over and pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, and then your nose causing you to giggle. He peppered your face with kisses until you fell backward from laughing. He collapsed on top of you and as your laughing subsided, the look on his face had changed to something else familiar.

The mischief in his honey eyes turned darker as he moved his lips to your jaw and neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on all your tender spots. A slight whine left you as his teeth lightly grazed the base of your neck. Joshua slowly tugged at your shirt and you raised your arms so that he could pull it off. Your hands reached to grab the hem of his and you rid him of it as well.

You two kept kissing, Joshua alternating between kissing your mouth and your neck. You were in enough of a trance that what felt like seconds must have been more like minutes. Both sets of your clothes had been completely removed, leaving each of you completely bare under a blanket that Joshua had pulled over you. 

His hands roamed over your skin, fingers light as a feather that sent shivers through you. His warm body pressed against you, his length nudging at your sensitive bud and making you buck up against him. “Patience, my love,” Joshua said with a chuckle and you gave a small pout. He rubbed against you, pulling a second whine out of you before his hands moved to rub circles on your clit.

You gasped at the feeling, your core becoming wetter by the minute. “Please, Josh,” you said softly, knowing you were more than ready to have him inside you. He searched your eyes for a moment, confirming you were indeed ready before he lined himself up and pushed slowly inside you. 

With every slow push, he kissed a different spot on your face, ending with a kiss on the lips when he fully bottomed out in you.  He let you adjust before he began pumping in and out, enjoying the warmth of you around him. He started with a slow and steady rhythm, winding both of you up. Joshua had always been a gentle lover. 

He was gradually making the coil in your stomach tighten, both of you letting out moans as you were getting closer. Your neighbors probably heard, but that was a problem for later. “Are you ready to cum for me, love?” Joshua asked, his voice bright as he chased his high too. 

“Yes, Joshua. Please make me cum,” you begged through louder moans. He moved your legs up so they were resting on his shoulders, allowing him to hit a deeper spot. “Fuck, yes,” you said, almost falling over the edge. 

Joshua reached down to rub your clit once more and the coil snapped. Your mouth opened wide in a soundless scream as you orgasmed, hard. The sight of your face showing so much pleasure sent him over as well and he stilled, groaning as he painted your insides. 

He carefully pulled out of you as you both came down from your highs. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and moved to lay next to you on the blankets. “So, do you like surprises now?” he asked, playfully.  

“Only if they are from you, the most perfect boyfriend ever,” you said with a grin, scooting over to cuddle into his side. The stress you had felt in the weeks previous was gone and you were content, cuddling under the blankets with Joshua, the moon, and the stars.

©️wooahaeproductions

All works on this blog are protected under copyright. Do not repost, continue, or translate my works.

[nyugore]

cana de açúcar

[tinykittendelusion]

Joshua as a Dad

a/n: sorry for being mia I've been kinda sick this week :( also did you guys see mingyu's calvin Kline videos? I've been losing my mind

triggers: none

• Joshua is the softest dad ever. When you’re pregnant he’s bought 5 million books on pregnancy and toddlers so he can become “the best dad ever”.

• Whenever he has time he sings to your kids so much so that when they are small he sings to them over the phone for them to sleep .

• The favourite parent .

Their favourite uncle would be jeonghan cause they’d prank josh with his help.

• Loves decorating their nursery , and later their rooms.

• Makes diy jewellery and accessories for the kids

• The arts and craft parent

• Hes not allowed to drop the kids alone anymore (way too many parents hand TEACHERs have hit on him)

• He loves making breakfast for his little family

• Plays soccer and basketball with his kids

• Your children love water just like their dad

• He takes them to the beach, the lake , the pool anywhere they have clean water to have fun

• The children are woken up to him singing Sunday morning on Sunday’s

• Would be so grumpy if his children called the song old and boring

• Also he’s such a hobby enjoyer he also prompts that the kids have hobbies

• So you have kids who take active part in 3-4 club activities after college

• One or more of your children end up pursuing a non academic career

• Would be so proud

• Your guys home is a safe space for all your children and their friends

• Kinda the cool but hot dad

• Is kind of shy when he finds out that your children’s friends find him hot/have a crush on him

a/n: this is way longer than i thought it would be but josh would be such a good dad :(

[sweetiesicheng]

joshua - wrong stop

word count : 512

-

you suddenly woke up when you heard a car horn go off. you opened your eyes and lifted your head off of your boyfriend's shoulder. the two of you were going home after joshua had picked you up from work.

"you alright?" joshua asked you.

you nodded with a short hum. you looked out the window to notice that you're stuck in traffic despite being in the bus lane.

"where are we?" you questioned, noticing buildings you had never seen before. "is this our route?" you added in confusion.

"um...great question, sweetie."

you looked at joshua, "did we miss our stop?" you asked him.

he slowly nodded his head at you. "yea, we did," he admitted.

"did you fall asleep too? what happened?" you asked.

"let's get off now and head to the subway that's nearby. i'll explain what happened," he said to you.

you and joshua got up from your seats. since you were in traffic, you two could easily get off since the bus was stopped. joshua held your hand as you two started walking towards the nearest subway station.

"alright, josh, what happened?" you asked him.

"you fell asleep pretty quickly once we sat down. i was awake the whole time, but when we were getting close to our stop..." he trailed off, "i didn't want to wake you up because you looked adorable."

you could feel yourself blushing. "josh, that's really cute...but we could've been home by now!" you whined at him. joshua has known you have been really tired because of work, which was very evident when you fell asleep earlier. "we could be laying on the couch or in bed, and i could be asleep already!"

joshua gave you a small smile, "sorry, love," he apologized. then, he chuckled in amusement, "but you really were cute."

you just rolled your eyes at him, making joshua squeeze your hand.

"i'll make it up to you with a cupcake."

"don't think you can buy me with sweets."

"you say that every time i buy you a dessert."

"...just let me be cranky."

the two of you made it to the subway station and went through the gates. you found the line you needed to take in order to get to your usual station and headed to the platform.

"geez, it's really busy here too," you commented as you guys went down to the platform.

"it's rush hour for everyone," joshua replied as you two used an escalator to get down to the platform. "we only need to wait like three stops, so we'll be home soon," he said to you.

"i’m going to close my eyes, so you better wake me up when we're near our stop," you said to him.

"yes, yes, i promise to wake you up," he replied, but his tone didn't sound serious.

"be serious!" you whined at him as you two walked onto the platform.

"i am, i promise, babe," he said to you. "but i also can't help it if you look cute," he added before kissing your forehead.

"josh!"

[wonuumelody]

"Where are these from? It's so pretty!" one of your colleagues asked you with a curious look on her face.

"oh... These?" you smiled shyly as you replied to her question, showing her one of the beads bracelets on your wrist.

"my boyfriend made it" you finally replied happily, proud of being able to show some of your sweet lover's work.

In fact, Joshua's new hobby was to make bracelets with beads and charms. He was always so focused when making one. He already had made you like ten bracelets with different colors and personalized charms. His work was so pretty and you were so proud everytime someone asked you where were those bracelets from. And when you told them that it was your boyfriend's work? Cherry on top.

"really?" she asked you with a certain doubt, your boyfriend? For real?

"yeah! I mean look at that" you showed her the bracelet on your wrist were in the back of a charm in a shape of a strawberry was standing a "J" for the initial of your lovers name, next to the initial of your own name, a heart in the center. "he even handmade the charm I'm showing you, see?"

"wow ! That's incredible he's so talented"

"yes I know! I'll tell him what you said" you replied to her with a sweet voice. You, definitely, were so happy everytime your bracelets were noticed.

౨ৎ

Later, when you got home you found your boyfriend on the couch watching Netflix. You felt the urge to run on the couch and hug him in the strongest way you could.

"hey what's up princess?" he told you with that sugar honey voice you loved so much.

"one of my colleagues told me that they liked my bracelet, the one you made!"

"oh really?" he asked, tilting his head on the side with a smile painted on his face.

"yeah! And then I showed her our initials on the back and she said that it's really pretty and ingenious. I mean yeah, my boyfriend made it" you said with excitement while Joshua was against you, silently laughing at your excitement.

Oh... How he loved making those cute handmade jewelry for you. It was kind of his love language towards you. Making you bracelets, necklaces, rings and stuff.

As he listened to your yapping he realized that those moments when you were excited about something he liked were probably in his top favorites moments. He loved you truly and deeply.

When the realization hits him brutally, he suddenly felt the urge to kiss your lips and hold you really close to him.

That's exactly what he did.

Loving you

[here4kpopfics]

Coming Home | Joshua

Pairing: Joshua x (f)reader 

Genre: smut, fluff

AU: established relationship, idol!au

Wordcount: 4.4k

Summary: Your boyfriend’s flight is delayed and he won’t be home for Valentine’s Day. Your boyfriend is also a notorious liar. 

Warnings: Language, pet names (pretty girl, baby) oral (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation, squirting, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Shua’s a little shit but we love him

Rating: M/18+

AN: HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY @baljinciaga I hope you enjoy Shua loving up on you. Thank you @playmetheclassics for beta-ing & @classicscreations for the banner. 💜

Masterlist | Taglist | AskBox | Coffee?

“Say that again?” Your voice trembles just a little, enough to let him know you’re upset. You almost drop the moisturizer container on the counter. 

“My flight is delayed until tomorrow evening.”

“You can’t just take another flight?” You’re being irrational, and you know it. You’re fully pouting, and although he can’t see your childish behavior, he can picture it correctly, so he lets out a breathless laugh. 

“I’m sorry, baby. The weather got worse, so they delayed every flight until tomorrow.” 

“But this was gonna be our first Valentine’s Day together, Joshua.” The container makes its way safely to the counter as you scoop out enough moisturizer, staring at it in your hand, still pouting. 

“I know, y/n. And it’s killing me that we won’t be together. But hey, I remember you saying you never liked the day anyway. So we can have Valentine’s Day the day after. We’ll get all the chocolate for half off, and make a day of it. We’ll go out when there’s not a million people with reservations. We’ll go for a walk, come home, have a spa night, I’ll tell you how much I love you over and over. It’ll be perfect.”

It does sound perfect, but you’re still an irrational child right now as you huff a breath out in annoyance, rubbing the moisturizer across your face. 

“I only said I didn’t like Valentine’s Day because I didn’t have someone to spend it with. Now I have you, and I was looking forward to it…” you take a deep breath, temper tantrum dying as the moisturizer melts into your skin. “It’s okay. You can’t change the weather, and you’re right. We can have the day after be our day.”

“I’m sorry, pretty.”

“It’s fine. But next year. Next year, you are doing the whole nine yards of cheesy Valentine’s Day.” The laughter from the phone’s speaker makes your heart flutter. You love that laugh so much. You love everything about Joshua. It’s a little sickening. 

“I promise, my love. The whole nine yards.”

“Good.”

“I gotta go, but I’ll see you the day after tomorrow, okay? And then we can celebrate in our own way.” 

“Okay. I love you, Shua.”

“Love you too, baby. Bye.”

“I also bought a sexy lingerie set for tomorrow. Sucks you won’t see it. Okay byyyyeeeee.” Your words stick together as you say it all in one breath, leaving just enough time for him to start saying what before hanging up on him. You go back to getting ready for bed, giggling at the influx of text messages from your boyfriend.

Shua🧸: you bought a what now?

Shua🧸: I wanna see.

Shua🧸: Pretty Girl. 

Shua🧸: Answer me pls. 🥺

Oh, the damn pouty emoji with the nickname wins every time. 

You take the set out of the bag, laying it on the bed and instead of getting into it like you know he probably wants you to. But it’s late, and that’s just too damn bad. 

You send the picture of the set off to him, and not even a second later, your phone is a mess again. 

Shua🧸: …

Shua🧸: Baby please put that on and let me see. 

Y/n: no

Shua🧸: 🥺

Y/n: nah nah nah. The pouty face won’t work twice in a row. Come home and maybe you’ll see it. 

Shua🧸: I’ll fucking fly the plane myself if it gets me home sooner. 

Y/n: good luck with that, Shu. Goodnight 😘 

You silence your phone, getting settled into bed with a smile on your face. You’re bummed about not seeing him in the morning, but it’s always fun to tease your boyfriend. Maybe you can wear the set and send some photos tomorrow. 

You fall asleep thinking of ways to make a shitty situation better. 

The next morning, you decided to follow through with the plan, getting ready for work and wearing the pretty little lace thing you bought underneath your pencil skirt and a flowy blouse. You took a few photos before finishing getting ready and sent them off to Joshua, and left for work. 

Work sucked, however. 

Until today, you were unaware of how many of your coworkers were in relationships. And until today, you were not aware of how horrifically stereotypical some people could be about Valentine’s Day. It really wasn’t that many, but it felt like every hour, a flower delivery would happen for a few of your coworkers at a time. But it grew more confusing each time because it was almost always a dozen roses for each coworker. 

Except when the delivery person comes by your cubicle with a small vase with a few beautiful sunflowers in it and a tiny card attached. 

“We’ve been trying to reach you about your car’s extended warranty.”

~🧸

The sputtering laugh was completely unintentional and surely scared some of your coworkers, but you didn’t care. You whipped out your phone and took a photo of the flowers and card arranged nicely on your desk and sent it to Joshua with a few heart emojis. As it was sending, however, you noticed he never responded to the lingerie photo. It just said it was seen. 

You toss your phone in your desk drawer, feeling self-conscious, and ignoring it the rest of the work day. 

The bus ride home sucked more than work did, with couples holding hands on their way to their crowded dates, and couples on their way back home and being a little too handsy with one another. You stay seated, annoyed with yourself for forgetting and leaving the sunflowers at work. 

You check your messages again to find nothing from Joshua. The stupid read receipt shows under the photo but no replies. You put your phone away, instead focusing on the city outside the window the rest of the way home. You start to zone out until you hear a small voice. 

“Excuse me, lady?” You turn away from the window, finding a little boy, at least five or six years old, smiling ear to ear. 

“Hi?” How the hell do you respond to children? Especially stranger children? 

“This is for you!” He exclaims, handing you a single rose. 

What?

“Oh?” You hesitantly take the rose from him, eyes scanning the rest of the bus until you find what you assume to be his mother sitting across from you, smiling at you and her son. You smile back, nodding your head to her before looking back at her son. 

“That’s so sweet of you. Thank you!” You grin, nodding your head to him as he does to you. 

“I don’t have a Valentine. Will you be mine?” He asks, and you have to bite back a laugh, sharing another glance with his mom, who just shrugs with a laugh. 

Well, he did give you a rose. 

“Sure! What’s your name, Valentine?” 

“Min-su!”

“Ahh, nice to meet you, Min-su! My name is y/n!” 

You two talk for another ten minutes. Or, rather, you let him excitingly tell you about his day at school and all the things he and his friends did while you and his mom share looks of amusement. When it’s time for them to get off the bus, he quickly reaches in his backpack and takes out a small pack of Sour Patch Kids, shoving them in your hand. 

“Thank you for being my Valentine!!” You laugh, thanking him back and waving at him and his mother as they get off the bus. You sniff the rose, holding it close to you and smiling the rest of the way home. 

You climb the stairs to your apartment, still playing with the rose in your hand, and come to halt at your doorstep once you unlock the door. 

You didn’t leave the lights on, did you? 

Why does it smell like the oven is on? 

Why are there candles lit?

Before you can do or say anything, someone rounds the corner from the kitchen and into your living room. 

“Ah, crap! I thought I had more time!” Your boyfriend. The boyfriend that said he wasn’t going to be here until tomorrow. That boyfriend. Is somehow standing in your living room, wearing a simple white shirt loosely tucked into his jeans. 

“I don’t suppose you can, like…go back outside for ten more minutes so I can get everything set up, right?”

You glare at him, still not moving an inch as you try to figure out what the hell is going on. 

“No. I can’t. It’s like 10 degrees outside.”

“Right, right. Okay…then uh…” he looks around the room for a second. “How about your room? Wait, no. I didn’t finish setting up in there. Please don’t go in there.”

“Setting up?”

“Maybe the bathroom?”

“Josh.”

“Yeah, the bathroom…”

“Shua.”

“It’ll only be like a few minutes, I promise.”

“Joshua!” You yell, finally silencing him. His mouth parts in shock, switching back and forth on his feet, hands playing with one another. 

“What the hell is going on? You said your flight was delayed.” 

“Oh…uh…” he fidgets in place before looking at you nervously. “I lied!”

“You lied?”

“Yeah?” He can sense you getting mad, remembering how much you hate when he lies, even if it’s as a joke or surprise, and switches into defense mode to quickly explain himself. 

“But it was part of the surprise! I was gonna have all the cheesy Valentine’s Day stuff ready to go when you got here. I have your favorite meal going and your favorite wine. I was gonna put out a bunch of rose petals leading to the table and the bed. I was gonna light more candles, but then it got too stuffy in here, and I know you hate that. And then I got you a teddy bear, one that looks exactly like the emoji one you use in your phone for me. And I got a heart-shaped box of chocolates, I sent you the flowers…whe- where are the flowers?”

“I accidentally left them at work…” you both look down at the rose in your hand. 

“Oh. Why do you have a rose?” 

“My Valentine on the bus, Min-su, gave it to me and a pack of sour patch kids.” You pull the candy out of your pocket, placing it and the rose on the table by the door.  

“You’re cheating on me?” You roll your eyes, kicking your shoes off. 

“He’s like five, Shua.” You groan, hanging your purse and jacket by the door. 

“You’re cheating on me with a five year old?”

You scowl, giving yourself a moment to calm down. 

He’s here. On Valentine’s Day. He lied to surprise you.

Your heart’s going to burst. 

“Shut up and hug me before I start crying.”

“Say less!” He rushes over to where you’re still standing, wrapping you up in his arms.

God, you missed this feeling of his arms tightly around you, keeping you safe. You tuck your face into his neck, breathing in the scent of him, and you don’t want to cry, but when you take another breath, a soft sob escapes you. 

“Is this why you didn’t respond to me all day?” Your question gets muffled against his skin. 

“Yeah, my love. I’m sorry.”

You pull away from his neck, quickly wiping the tears from your cheeks. His hands drop to your hips as he kisses your forehead.

“Okay. I was worried you didn’t like the photo.” You hiccup, face flushing in embarrassment. 

“Oh, pretty girl,” his fingers dig into your hips, pulling you flush against him. 

“That was the first thing I saw when I got off the plane,” his hands riding up your waist, “and it took everything in me not to just go straight to your office and have my way with you there.”

Your breath catches in your throat when his hands stop, his thumbs pressing against your rib cage just below your breasts. He can feel the wire lining of the bra and he sighs almost in relief. 

“Are you still wearing it?” You nod slowly. “You wore this even though you thought I wouldn’t be here?”

“I wanted to feel good. My boyfriend wasn’t going to be home to do it.” You smirk, and he’s the one glaring now. 

“I really want to take this stupid skirt and blouse and throw you on the bed, but I made your favorite meal and so it’s gonna have to wait.” 

“What a shame.” You joke when he gives you a quick kiss, letting him lead you to the kitchen. 

He makes you wait at the table for him to finish preparing everything. You smile watching him dart from one room to the next and back and forth to the kitchen to make sure everything is cooking correctly. You offered to help various times, but he ignored you, telling you just to sit and be pretty while telling you how he planned this whole thing and the shit he had to go through to travel here unnoticed. 

When he wasn’t looking and fiddling with the Bluetooth speaker in the kitchen, you snuck away to your room, trying not to look at the over dramatic Valentine’s Day set up he made and just heading straight for the dresser, pulling out a little fabric bag, stuffing it in your bra, before quickly returning to the table before he noticed. 

The dinner was amazing, and you insisted on helping him do the dishes, saying you could go to the bedroom a lot faster if he let you help.

Of course, that worked, and he was soon practically dragging you to your bedroom, no shame in being ready to rid you of your office attire. 

The room is straight out of a romance movie. Valentine’s Day decorations everywhere, rose petals leading to the bed that form a giant heart across the mattress. There are a few candles lit, both real and fake, but most of the light is coming from the fairy lights you had painstakingly put up when you moved in.

He doesn’t give you much time to admire his work, hugging you from behind the moment you step into your room. His lips attach to your neck while his hands wrap around your middle, teasingly pulling your blouse from your skirt. 

“I’ve missed you, pretty girl.” He pants in your ear, “I’ve missed being able to touch you, I’ve missed the sounds you make when I do, I’ve missed this fucking body and the way it reacts to only me.”

You whine when one hand grabs one of your breasts, pulling you closer to him. You rest your head back against his shoulder as his hands continue to wander your body, slowly unbuttoning your blouse. It’s when he gets to the last button that you remember the bag. 

“Wait. I have. A present for you.”

“What?”

“It’s in my bra.”

You look up at his confused expression with a grin, your hand pulling the little bag out from your cleavage and handing it to him. 

“It’s not much, but I thought you might like it. It’s subtle enough that you can wear it without suspicion.” 

His hands leave your body, opening the bag and letting a small bracelet fall into his palm. It’s thin, silver, and has two very small gems on it that you would only notice if you actually looked.

“Are these?”

“Our birthstones? Yes. It’s crazy amounts of cheesy, but I suck at getting gifts, so I don’t know. I thought this would be cute? You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to. I can try to get a refun—”

You’re cut off by suddenly being turned around and lips crashing against yours. His big hands, still holding the bracelet, cradle your cheeks as he deepens the kiss, backing you towards the bed. 

Your body is eased down onto the bed, one of his hands quickly scattering the rose petals from under you, laying you down in the center as he positions himself over you, lips barely leaving yours for more than a second. 

“It’s perfect. And beautiful. Thank you, my love.” He peppers your face with his lips, both of you being sent into giggle fits as he sits up, straddling you as you help put it on his wrist. 

“I have a matching one, see?” You raise your wrist, shoving off the matching bracelet as he puts it on. 

“I didn’t even see it earlier.” 

“Exactly. It’s perfect for us.” His fingers wrap around your wrist, bringing it to his lips to kiss where the bracelet sits. He looks down at you, lying underneath him, your blouse unbuttoned, and finally showing him the bra you sent a photo of earlier today. A small groan escapes as he leans forward again, pinning your arm above your head, your other arm naturally following without being touched or told. 

“I like the sound of that.” He whispers above your lips. 

“What sound?”

“Us.” He kisses you deeply, nipping at your lower lip before leaving a trail of kisses down your throat. “You. Me. Us. You’re mine, and I’m yours. I like it. I love it.”

You don’t fight back the moan he coaxes out of you when he finds the sensitive part of your skin between your neck and shoulder. You arch your back to try to get closer to him, desperate for his touch against your skin. 

“Shua.” You whine, feeling his lips curve into a smile. 

“What do you need, pretty girl?”

“You.”

“You have me.”

“Touch me, please.”

“Only because you said please.” He lifts himself from you, sitting up and finding the zipper to your skirt, slowly pulling it down. 

“You know your hands aren’t actually tied up, right, baby? You’re free to move.”

“No,” you shake your head as you lift your hips. “You get angry when I do.” 

He smirks, harshly tugging your skirt down your body, tossing the fabric off the bed. 

“Only when you’re being bad. Right now, I just want to love you.” He hums, ripping your stockings and laughing at your gasp.

“I’ll buy you new ones.” He quickly says before you can yell at him. 

His hands slowly slide up and down your thighs, gently pushing them open. His eyes dart straight to the wet patch of your matching underwear. 

“Baby, you’re soaked.”

“Please.” You rasp, your hands no longer above your head as you try to reach for any part of him. He notices your grabby hands and offers one of his, and you take that perfect opportunity to pull him back on top of you. 

“Just fuck me. Please, Shua. I need you inside me, or I’ll lose my mind.” It’s almost embarrassing how fast he reduces you to begging as you bring his lips to yours, molding together perfectly. 

“You don’t want me to prep you?” He asks with a hint of nervousness. “I don’t want to hurt you, pretty.” 

“I’ll be fine,” you shake your head, completely ignoring one of his hands sliding between you both, “just want you right now, plea- fuck.” You curse when two of his perfectly long fingers move your underwear to the side and immediately start to finger you roughly, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. 

“I’ll give you whatever you want, pretty. Just fall apart for me once first.”

His fingers curl inside you, pressing in exactly the right spots to make you shake underneath him. Part of you thinks it’s embarrassing how fast he can make you come, but then you see how happy and proud it makes him. How that cockiness makes him a little less gentle with you because he knows his pretty girl can and will take it. 

A jumbled mess of words and curses escapes your lips as he continues his attack with his fingers. 

“Too much, Shua. Too much,” you whimper, but he doesn’t stop, his open mouth hovering above yours, the evil smirk barely showing. 

“You can do it, baby. One more for me.” You lift your head up to kiss him, but he leans back just far enough.

“Nuh-uh. Come on, baby. Focus.” He chuckles when you whine again, leaning down to kiss your neck again, his fingers hitting inside you a little harder.

“You said only once first,” your voice raises in pitch, your fingernail digging into his biceps. 

“I’m feeling a little greedy tonight.” He rasps against your throat. 

“So just one more, and I promise,” your back arches as his fingers somehow get even deeper inside of you. “I promise I’ll give you what you want.” 

This orgasm hits harder than the first and without warning. He has to smother your screams with his lips, fingers leaving you, quickly rubbing the tips of his fingers against your clit, coaxing you to continue to squirt. Your hips raise, desperate for his touch to continue as the rest of your body shakes. 

“You’re okay, pretty. You’re okay. Come back to me.” His fingers slide back in, slowly pumping as you come back down. “You did so good for me.” He leaves a soft kiss on your forehead. 

“Shua,” you pant, grabbing his wrist and pushing it away from you. “Please.”

“Okay, okay.” He chuckles, bringing his fingers to your lips. You lock eyes with him and wordlessly open your mouth, allowing his fingers in, and suck the taste of you off him, your tongue swirling around his digits. His other hand slides under your back to unhook your bra, pulling it off you and tossing it aside. 

“Fuck, you’re everything and more, my love.” He murmurs, quickly kissing you after removing his fingers and then shedding his clothes. You reach out for him, letting out a small groan when your arms start feeling heavy. 

“Hold on.” He laughs, crawling onto the bed, fist stroking his hardened erection, smearing his precum along the way. 

“Can you get on your knees for me, pretty?” You make a fuss, both of you smiling as you flip yourself over. Your arms and knees wobble slightly, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Joshua. He grabs two pillows and tucks them under your stomach, and hands you another to hold onto. 

He leans forward, kissing the spot where your neck meets your back. 

“Just relax, baby. Let me take care of you.” He murmurs against your skin, sitting back up when you relax more in the position, the pillows helping keep you up. 

He pulls your underwear to the side again, one of your arms reaching back to hold it. You moan at the feel of his tip sliding against your folds, gathering your slick and rubbing against your clit. He doesn’t wait for you to beg for him before he’s sliding in in one thrust. 

“Fuck, Shua.” You cry out, the feeling of him stretching you so perfectly adding fuel to the fire burning inside you. 

“You take me so well every time, y/n. Such a perfect pussy. And all for me and just me, right?”

“Just you.” You think you say it coherently, but it’s more of a muffled moan into the pillow as you try to raise your ass to meet his hips. 

His fingers dig into your hips when you press against him, trying not to come already and letting out a low groan. His grip loosens as his pace picks up, one arm reaching around your waist, the other reaching for your throat, pulling your body up to him. 

“You okay, baby?” His lips find your ear, his panting making you clench around him. He hisses in your ear, adding a little pressure to the hold on your neck. “Talk to me, pretty girl.” 

“I- ah, I’m okay. Feels so good, Shua.”  You whine, reaching behind you to grab his hair, your other hand’s nails digging into the forearm around your waist. 

“Gonna come all over my cock, right baby? Give me a third?” 

You nod, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from being too loud. 

“Come with me, Shua. Please, baby.”  

“Where do you want me?” He growls in your ear, but he already knows your answer, his hips snapping to yours a little harder when you mutter the word inside. 

“If that’s what the pretty girl wants.” He grins, kissing the space under your ear. 

A few more thrusts and you're warning him of your impending third orgasm.

“Let go.” He whispers, and you do. You lean your head back on his shoulder as he buries his face in your neck, and you clench around him. It takes three more sharp thrusts before he buries himself deep inside you, groaning against your skin as he fills you up, your walls milking him for everything. 

You feel yourself go limp in his arms, allowing him to maneuver you to lay back down on the bed. You both groan as he pulls out of you, his fingers quickly taking over to shove any escaping cum back inside. 

“You keep that in there for me, so I can taste it later, yeah?” You grunt in response, an exhausted smile forming as tired arms reach for him. He’s quick to give you what you need, laying beside you. You run your fingers through his hair, caressing it softly at the base of his neck and giving him goosebumps. 

You adore him. You love him. He’s yours, and you’re his. There is no better feeling than being loved by Joshua. 

“I love you.” A whisper escapes your lips, and he hums, his head leaning into your palm. 

“I love you, too, pretty girl.”

“I’m still mad that you lied, though. Don’t think you’re getting away with that by being a perfect boyfriend.”

“Oh, I’m aware. And I will do whatever you need me to do to make up for it.” You scoff, pulling your hand away from him. 

“Oh, you will. Later though. For now, I want my Valentine to cuddle me.”

“Min-su? He’s a kid. I don’t think that’s appropriate, y/n.”

“Ugh. You’re the worst.” You grumble, flipping over on your side so your back is facing him. He doesn’t hesitate to respond, curling up against you and kissing any part of your face he can reach, making you giggle. 

“I’m the best, and you know it. Min-su could only dream to be even as close to the best as I am.” 

You don’t respond, not wanting to entertain his bit. You reach behind you for his wrist, the bracelet wrapped around him perfectly and hold his hand close to your chest, enjoying the visual of the two pieces of jewelry connected. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He whispers it in your ear as you fall asleep, the happiest and most in love you’ve ever been.

[flurrys-creativity]

Ruthlessness

Pairing: Joshua Hong (Seventeen) x GN!Reader; Genre: surfer au, siren au, angst; Rating: nc-17; Warnings: mood swings, mentions of dangerous waves, powers over water, open end (depending on how you interpret it, he might die... he might survive... nobody knows); Wordcount: 940

Summary: Joshua loved surfing - even the most dangerous waves. Though the deal he struck to achieve that, might have been a mistake after all.

A/N: This is a deal I made with the lovely @arafilez who will post another version of surfer boy Shua!

“I can’t believe you made that!” 

Mingyu paddled over to the spot Joshua was floating with his surfboard. Once he reached his friend he splashed some water at him, laughing in disbelief. “How do you get those waves?”

Joshua laughed as well, shielding his face with his hands and arms. Yet he didn’t make any attempt to answer the question. Instead Joshua only shrugged with his shoulders, a soft smile plastered across his lips and a mysterious twinkle hidden in his eyes.

Mingyu hit the water one more time, nearly drowning Joshua with the amount of water he directed towards him. “One day I will know your secret! Might even take over and be the regional surf champion instead of you.”

Joshua’s smile dropped momentarily, a tense aura wafting around his form all of a sudden. “You shouldn’t try.” He stared at his friend with slightly widened eyes, showcasing the severity of his mood change.

A shiver ran down Mingyu’s back from hearing the ominous words, the sudden seriousness leaving a bitter taste on his tongue. “Dude, I’m just joking.”

Almost instantly the smile returned to Joshua’s features and the heavy weight that had pressed on them lifted as if nothing had ever happened. “I’ll do one more wave and then head back”, he announced, completely ignoring the past few seconds.

Mingyu watched Joshua paddle out into the open sea, not daring to follow him or address the interaction. 

As soon as Joshua thought he had enough distance to Mingyu he stopped paddling and took a deep breath. There was no way he could ever reveal his secret to mastering the most dangerous waves. Not without putting others into danger.

A dark shadow glided through the water right underneath him. Not even a second later the water started building up into a massive wave. 

Joshua barely jumped up on his board in time,  balancing himself as the salt water forced him away from the local beach. Yet, he wasn’t concerned, enjoying the ride instead. 

Soon enough he found himself nearing a secluded rocky shore. A few tide pools were hidden between the rocks and you sat on one of the edges of it. Your long, strong tail moved from one side to the other, barely gracing the surface of the ocean.

“Fancy seeing you here”, you giggled as you carded your fingers through your wet hair, looking him up and down and biting on your lower lip.

Joshua chuckled softly as he shook his head. “Fancy being here.” He held onto the rocks, looking up at you with a faint smile.

“You look worried.”

Joshua sighed and shook his head again. He averted his eyes, looking over the vast ocean instead. “Just wondering how long I can keep you secret.”

You pushed yourself from the ledge and plummeted down into the saltwater. A second later your head shot back through the surface. You placed your webbed fingers on the board, keeping you in place as you observed him. 

Ever since you met Joshua, you had become obsessed with him - his smile, his eyes, his manners, his voice, his passion - everything about him drew you in. He was on your mind the whole time and your desire to be near him grew even more whenever he stayed on land. 

“Is it because of that other human?” You tilted your head to one side, appearing almost like a curious seal with your large, dark eyes.

Joshua winced slightly before he tried laughing it off. “Mingyu was just joking. He’s no threat, I promise.”

“Are you sure?” You implored, reaching for his hand. “I can deal with any threat for you.”

“Don’t!”

You flinched from his harsh tone, using your tail to push yourself away from him and the board. “Don’t?” You narrowed your eyes, trying to suppress the twitching of your upper lip which would reveal your sharp teeth. 

Joshua never spoke like that with you, he never looked at you with such a distant gaze. It irked you that one insignificant human was able to change his behaviour towards you so drastically. 

A tinge of fear played over his feature, seeing your expression morph with rage. Before Joshua could even fathom his movements, he pulled himself up on the rocks, leaving the water. He stood there like a deer caught in headlights, staring down at you with new found clarity.

“I shouldn’t have relied on your powers”, he whispered. Joshua bent down, trying to release the securing leash from his ankle. Something inside of him told him to get away from the ocean as fast as possible - even if it meant losing his board.

“Get back in the water”, you hissed, holding one hand towards him as if you tried using some sort of force to pull him back in.

The water rose around you, lapping dangerously at the edges of the rocks and the sides of your body. 

Joshua barely kept his balance on the slippery surface. At that moment, looking into your dark eyes, a memory came back to his mind: 

“You’re way too nice. Do you even have an ounce of ruthlessness in you?” Joshua could still hear the words of his friends clearly inside his mind. Back then he had laughed it off but right now he wished for it. For a split second he wondered whether an ounce of ruthlessness would have prevented him from making a deal with a siren. 

He couldn’t find an answer to his own thoughts before another wave hit him and he lost his balance.

Maybe it was true what people said, maybe ruthlessness was after all truly mercy upon yourself.

© all rights reserved

Taglist: @xavi-in-kpopland

[svts-things]

Joshua in this haircut🙌🙌🙌🙌

[fairyhaos]

✰ seventeen as boyfriends: joshua edition

event taglist (send ask to be added): @rubywonu @cinnamoroxie @belladaises @wheeboo @minhui896 @slytherinshua @kokoiinuts @jun-of-love @dandycharmer @sweet-like-caramel @hannyoontify

pairing: joshua x gn!reader

genre: fluff, headcanon, mini scenario

word count: 534

warnings: none

notes: joshua edn. of the 500 event

if young love was a person, it would be joshua.

i’m thinking flicking flour at each other while baking, picking up and throwing one another into the swimming pool, playing tag while running along the beachside with feet sinking into sand, clambering up the roof of your house to watch the sunset just because. 

living and loving and doing things just because you can?

vv josh coded, actually.

quality time is also soooo his love language

takes you on outings n dates whenever he can, be it at your house, the park, a cafe, anywhere at all

makes it part of your routine that when you’ve finished dinner, you’ll take a walk to anywhere, talking animatedly or not saying anything at all, hands intertwined, people-watching on the evening streets

because simply just having you by his side fills his heart with so much warmth and joy.

joshua is vivacious, bright, like acrylic on canvas,

but he’s also soft and calm and gentle like watercolour. 

“You know what? That old lady over there is definitely plotting something,” Joshua mutters, and you snort quietly.

"You can’t say that about everyone on the street,” you say, but he just tugs your hand insistently.

“No, no, look at her, she definitely looks sketchy,” Joshua insists, pointing to the woman sitting on a park bench. “Why’s she knitting in the evening? And that scarf she’s making looks suspiciously long. Like a snake. Maybe it’s a snake in disguise.”

That makes you burst into laughter, throwing your head back, and Joshua is so pleased with himself, ignoring all of the passersby who look at you like you’re crazy, because he’s managed to make you laugh like that and it’s wonderful.

“Shua,” you sigh, shaking your head, once your laughter has subsided. “It's obviously a long centipede she's hiding, not a snake. You saw all the woolly appendages.”

“Ah.” He nods gravely, as if what you said made perfect sense. “Of course.”

You walk back to your home in relative peace, punctuated by Joshua’s nonsensical remarks and your own incredulous laughter. Eventually, you’re standing at the doorway, and he turns to you.

“Well,” he says, and he lifts up your hand to his lips. The very same hand he hasn’t let go since leaving the restaurant. Delicately, he brushes his lips over your knuckles, and smiles. “Tonight was wonderful. We should do this again sometime.”

You giggle. “Indeed we should. Thank you for walking me home.”

“Of course.” He releases your hand and steps back, grinning as you unlock the door. “Goodnight, Y/N. Will I be seeing you again?”

“Hm, perhaps,” you say, smiling. “Goodnight.” And with that, you wave and close the front door, leaving him standing there on the porch, grinning.

There’s a beat. 

Slowly, the door creaks open again, and you’re looking at him with such exasperation and fondness. “We really don’t need to do this every date,” you say, opening the door wider. “We’ve lived together for months now. How are you not tired of this?”

Joshua laughs and bounds up the porch and inside, kissing your cheek. “Because it’s fun. Because it’s with you.”

And that sentence right there— well. Story of his life, really.

[incorrectsebongteen]

Mingyu, dashing into the room: WHY AREN’T THE DISHES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER?!

Joshua: …What does that even mean?!

[monnn]

𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜.

Pairing: non-idol!Joshua x gn!reader

Genre: FLUFF!!! comfort, fluff, wholesome @_@'

Warnings: none, this is very SAPPY.

WC: 800+

A/N: hi I'm alive, oop. this is originally an epilogue to Winter Petal but can be read as a standalone! I'd be lying if this wasn't highly self-indulgent, but hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did! Hope you have a good week and have fun reading loves! ♡

Joshua had been living with you for a few years now. He had seen you at your worst, holding you with no plans of letting you go, but also patiently waited until you were okay to ask for a date. Although you were stunned at his bold approach, a date was all it took for you to see through him. He was in love, with you. And who were you to deny him of receiving love he deserves? 

So here you were, in a relationship with Shua, living life at a day’s pace. Waking up to him and sleeping with him had been the best times of your days, as you get to be so close and accessible to his heart. It was one of your unspoken routines to brief about the day, after and before going to bed. And just like any other day, you were getting ready for bed while Shua wrapped up things in the kitchen. Like there was a braincell being shared, both of you enter the room, smiling at each other while getting under the comforters. While he already got tucked in with a book, you were making sure to moisturise your skin and letting it dry before tucking yourself in. Unknown to you, Shua had been observing your actions – from how you got the cream, to the way you gently massaged them into your arms while making sure to leave no spots and flapping your arms for the lotion to dry away faster and to the saturated smile on your face while doing all of these. Shua finds his mind reeling and he’s suddenly so extremely proud of how far you’ve come.  

Having your heart broken by your best friend, things had been quite hard but you had taken your time to heal and Joshua had been nothing than patient with you. However, you were made sure to acknowledge your efforts which was his task daily as you tend to shrug your hard work away as nothing. Joshua’s seen all of it, almost. His heart swells at the sight of you and by the time you turn around, tears pool in his eyes, making him look away. Concern takes over you as you barely see Shua cry, because he always talks if anything’s bothering him. You move further towards him, taking his hands as he looks up to you, tears still streaming down his pretty face. 

“Hey, I'm here. Whatever it is, you'll be okay. Everything will be okay, I’ve got you” 

Hearing this makes Shua cry harder, now a sobbing mess in your arms as he presses himself further into your shoulder. Soft I love you’s escape from him, in between his sobs while you hold him dearly. Just like he's held you, so many times that you can't count of. You're so patient and gentle with him, all Shua wants to do is lose identity and leave to somewhere where he can be by your side all the damn time, for the rest of his life.  

A while passes by as Joshua collects himself, breaking away from your hold while reaching for the glass of water by his side. You see him chug it down, while worrying if something’s up. He turns to you, hands moving to hold your face while he slowly brings his forehead to yours.  

“I’m not sorry that I cried so much and wet your pajamas, but I love you. And I will make sure you know that, each minute of my life.“ he pauses, trying to collect his breath while you think of speaking.  

“Shua, I love you too. I'm always by you no matter-“he cuts you off, placing a little kiss on your mouth.  

“No, I'm not done yet.”  

Oh no, Mr. Sappy, Too-in-love Gentleman is here. 

Leaning forward, he takes a deep breath before getting started again.  

“You are so much. Good, bad or whatever, you are so much and I love you for that. You care so much about people around that you forget to care for yourself. But that's okay, because I will do that for you till my last breath.” 

Uh oh, the dams break loose again. Wiping his tears in one, he continues as he holds your face in the other.  

“I'm so proud of how far you've come. You're so much stronger than you think of and I love you so much that it makes me bawl my heart out. You deserve so much more and while I make sure of you receiving that, I will also love you to my fullest, babe. I love you” *hiccup* “so much.” he ends, crying through his hiccups.  

You heart is warm and humid at how much love you have for him, it’s disgusting!!!(actually, adorable) At a loss for anything to be told, you just hug Shua tighter than ever, leaving feather kisses on his knuckles and shoulders while waiting for him to calm down.  

In no time, he’s well hydrated and fast asleep, tired from all the crying as you tuck him in, slowly sliding in while he catches your wrist. You can hear a faint I love you from him, as you lie down facing him. He’s so pretty and your heart burns in love for him. 

“I love you too, Shua. Always.” you whisper, drifting off to start yet another loving day with your best person. 

[sssaythenamesvt]

Seventeen as Romantic Tropes

Main Masterlist | Group Masterlist Paring: Seventeen OT 13 X reader Warning: None Summary: My take on each member, Enjoy!

S.coups - Office Romance S.Coups gives heavy CEO vibes and there are a lot of fan fics of this man being a CEO and then falling in love with us (the readers, I wish). I think it’s because of his alpha energy.

“One chance. One date, not a meeting. Just me and you.”

Jeonghan - Friends to lover Most people would put Jeonghan in an enemy-to-lover type of situation but I would disagree, Jeonghan would be the type to completely ignore who he doesn’t like and focus more on who he likes (me when)

“You shine in the night sky, I’m scared to speak the truth as I am afraid to lose you.”

Joshua - Highschool sweetheart He’s a sweetheart, gentlemen. I feel like he would be dating you forever and you would stay together for a long time. This is mostly cause I think Joshua would respect you a lot and would love you for who you are.

“I can’t believe we looked like babies back then, now we are gonna have our own babies soon.”

Jun - Childhood friends to lover I MEAN MOON JUNHUI THE ACTOR. EVERYONE WATCH EXCLUSIVE FAIRYTALE OR I AIN’T TALKING WITH YOU!!! Anyways Jun has stated he liked to stay home a lot so I didn’t think the strangers to lovers would be a thing and the only time period where you were forced out to play was when you were a child so I feel that this trope would be fitting.

“Should we buy a house in the place we used to play as kids, I think it would be fun to play again there.”

Hoshi - Soulmates Inspo credit from Hoshi in debate night (iykyk). I think Hoshi would believe in soulmates and chase you to convince you that there is a red thread holding both of you together. He would be clingy until you accept him.

“You can’t run from me, I’M YOUR SOULMATE!”

Wonwoo - Second life Wonwoo would love you in the past life but it doesn’t work, so he would remember the past and search for you. I think he’s very loyal and would find you if you were in his memories. He would chase after you and you would think he’s crazy.

“Look, I know it sounds crazy but we loved each other in our past lives.”

Woozi - She fell first but he fell harder I think you would chase Woozi cause he is such a talent! Yet along the road, there would be Angst and Woozi would deny his love for you and you give up. He would try to win you back after accepting his feelings.

“I’m sorry, I was a coward. I’ll try and win you back, so give me a chance.”

The8 - Summer love Minghao loves nature and going out, I think you could meet in the summer maybe at a campsite or a beach. You would enjoy your time together but it won’t last with his busy schedule and his desire to create.

“I don’t want summer to end, cause I feel like I won’t see you again”

Mingyu - Strangers to lovers Mingyu is I would say a social butterfly, he would have no problem with approaching you. Maybe you guys have mutual friends and got to know each other, but you guys would vibe and go on a few dates.

“Thank you for your time, I appreciate it. I,… never mind”

DK - First love DK would be so loyal to his love for you, he would stick by you making sure you are ok. He would ignore everyone to be with you. He fell first, facts. Act of service king and if one day you fall for him, destiny would grant his wish.

“I love you so much, you are my first and my last love.”

Seungkwan - Enemies to lover Oh, you guys have beef, arguing with each other daily. Trying to win petty fights. I think over time you would get tired of the fighting and distance yourself. With this, both of you felt so empty without each other. Kinda like our summer tbh hahah.

“Are you scared, is that why you're ignoring me? Cause it felt like just yesterday we were fighting and now I can’t live without you. ”

Vernon - deskmates I was about to put brother's best friend, but I think Vernon would just say hi to you and that’s it. I think for Vernon it requires forced proximity like being deskmates. If you spend a lot of time together you will get closer and fall in love (AWWW)

“I just don’t get this number, HOW is it 69.4.”

Dino - Brother’s Bestfriend Ohhhh Chan would try to make it look smooth, he would hang out with your brother more just to see you. You? Well, you would suddenly want to hang out with your brother more to see Chan. Fr fr giving hidden love vibes, if yk yk.

“I wanted you to be mine a long time ago, but I wanted to respect your brother. Now I can’t hold back how I feel.”

[renaiswriting]

A cup of comfort

Pairing: Joshua Hong/Reader

Summary: You were so excited for this date, only to get stood up. Luckily for you, there's a cute baterista who's more than happy to keep you company.

Warnings: none, just fluff (!!)

Word count: 2.4k

Masterlist.

Gif is not mine.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

You checked the time one more time; you have officially been waiting for almost forty minutes now.

For the first ten minutes, you thought he might be trapped in traffic.

But as time passed, you got more and more anxious.

You have been thinking about this blind date your friend insisted on for quite some time; you weren't too thrilled about meeting new people yet since it hasn't been so long since you and your ex-boyfriend broke up.

Oh well, since he dumped you, to be more exact.

Your friend told you this guy was the sweetest and smartest guy she had ever known. Talking nothing but good things about him for weeks.

Apparently, he was your friend's boyfriend's best friend, and he has also been dumped by his ex-girlfriend and is ready to start something new.

So, you put so much effort into looking good. You went out of your way to your friend's house to ask her to lend you one of her dresses that you loved so much. It was red with cute little flowers.

You also spent hours doing your hair and make-up, using even your favorite lipstick and that special perfume that you only use on special occasions since it's really expensive.

You checked if he, Jaemin, had sent you any texts, as you have been texting him asking if he was coming.

Nothing.

Should you send another one?

You stopped yourself from going through your chat; you didn't want to seem that desperate.

You made eye contact with the barista once again; he had approached your table on two occasions now, and both times you told him you were waiting for someone else.

 

Considering the amount of time you have been there without ordering, you were suspecting they were just about to ask you to leave or order something.

 

But the thing is, you weren't even hungry.

 

At first, the nervousness of having a first date, most specifically a blind date, with a guy your friend was constantly telling you how much of a perfect match he was for you took all the appetite away from you. But now that you were there alone, the embarrassment of spending so much time and getting all excited about this date made you feel nothing but nauseous.

 

You sighed. It would be best to just leave now. The quicker you left, the quicker you could put all this ugly experience in the past.

 

As you started gathering your things, you heard someone cleaning their throat.

 

You turned, your cheeks getting red as you saw the same barista that had come to your table for the third time.

 

He had a big hot chocolate cup with cream on top and a cheesecake. You raised an eyebrow, looking confused at him.

 

"Um, I didn't—I didn't order anything."

 

He smiled softly at you, his smile reaching his eyes as they turned into two crescents.

 

"I know, it's on the house; you seem kind of sad."

 

His voice was just as soft as his smile.

 

"Oh, thank you, but I was actually about to leave."

 

"I thought you were waiting for someone." He said, putting the things in front of you. A cute cat had been drawn with powdered chocolate on top of the cream. You smiled at that.

 

"It seems like he couldn't make it." You shrugged.

 

"We can't let a customer look this sad; it would be bad business for us." He said it, a serious expression decorating his face.

 

"I'm kind of embarrassed," you confessed to him, but still you sat down again, your eyes focused on the cheesecake that looked way too delicious. "I feel like people just know I've been stood up." You laughed to lift the mood and not give away how much you actually meant it.

 

"Of course not," he shook his head, smiling again, "no one noticed, trust me, so please enjoy it."

 

"It feels uncomfortable being here on my own," you told him, moving the food from the tray. "I usually come to places like this with my friends."

 

The guy looked at the clock behind him and at the number of clients there were inside the little cafe. "Well, I can keep you company for some minutes if you want to."

"Oh no, if you're busy, please don't mind me." You smiled at him.

 

"I'm free right now." He reassured you.

 

You nodded, connecting your eyes with his, saying, "Well then, please take a seat."

 

"So, what's your name?" He asked, getting comfortably into the seat. You were struggling to drink the hot chocolate, not wanting to ruin the cute design. He seemed to notice this, as he encouraged you to try it, saying it was his favorite.

 

"(Y/n)," you introduced yourself, "this is so good by the way."

 

"Thank you," he laughed, "hot chocolate is my specialty." He said it proudly.

 

"What's your name?" You asked, noticing that he hadn't said yours.

 

"Joshua, you have a beautiful name."

 

You felt your ears getting red, feeling thankful that your hair was long enough to hide it.

 

It has been so long since the last time you actually got a compliment, even if it was a polite one, as Joshua just did.

 

"Thank you; so do you." You returned the compliment, "You want some? This is way too big for me."

 

"Oh no, please, it's for you. I didn't know if you liked cheesecake, but that's our most popular one, so..."

 

"I do! It's actually my favorite!"

 

"I'm glad," he replied; his voice sounded genuine. "I'm more of an apple pie fan myself, but cheesecake is really good too."

 

"I didn't see apple pie on the menu." You commented, your eyes traveling to the big menu on the wall.

 

"Oh, we don't. Not yet, at least. But my mom used to make the best apple pie ever. It's been a while since I have had it."

 

"She doesn't bake it anymore." You asked out of curiosity.

 

"She does, but she can't send it here without it getting bad, so I just have to accept the pictures she sends me." He smiled.

 

Now that he mentioned it, you did recognize a slight accent here and there.

 

"Where are you from?"

 

"I'm from America," he answered, "but I got a chance to study at one of the universities in here with a scholarship, so I couldn't say no to that opportunity."

"I bet you miss your family a lot, huh?"

"I do, but well, I hope it's worth it in the end."

You smiled at him, taking another sip of the hot chocolate.

"What about you?"

"What about me?" You asked, confused.

"Yeah, you came in here alone."

"Oh," you mumbled, cleaning your lips from the rest of the brown drink you were drinking.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he rushed to add, "because it kind of sounded like I was forcing you to tell me."

"Nah, it's okay," you reassured him. "I was supposed to meet with a guy today. My friend planned this blind date thing, but it seems like he couldn't make it."

"Did he tell you he would come?" He asked with a frown.

"No, I sent him some texts asking, but oh well."

"What an asshole." He abruptly said it, sounding annoyed. "And you waited all this time here looking this pretty." He added.

You felt your cheeks turning red, avoiding looking at him in the eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He apologized.

"It's okay, you didn't."

"His loss, honestly." He tried to cheer you up, "but you should honestly be glad it happened; you really dodged a bullet with this one. If he can't take a first date seriously, then he wouldn't take anything seriously."

"I guess so..."

Your phone's screen lit up as a new text from your best friend popped up.

You excused yourself, unlocking your phone to see what your friend sent you.

It was a screenshot of Jaemin's close friend's Instagram story. It was a picture of him and another girl hugging him on the bed.

Oh.

You locked up your phone. But Joshua was frowning.

"What happened?"

You shook your head and said, "Nothing; I just found out why Jaemin didn't come." You smiled.

"Wanna talk about it? If it makes you feel better, I don't know any Jaemin and probably would never know him." He smiled.

You sighed, showing him the screen you had received.

You didn't want to talk about how disappointed you felt about the whole blind date fiasco with your best friend, knowing that she would probably go straight to her boyfriend and tell him everything.

You needed to get everything out of your chest.

You cleared your throat, taking a deep breath to control your emotions because you felt like you were about to explode. " I don't know Jaemin in real life at all. Everything I know is what my friend knows about him because her boyfriend is Jaemin's best friend. Apparently he had broken up with her girlfriend a couple of weeks ago (I don't know how long, but based on what my friend told me, it has been way longer than it sounds), and he said he was ready to find someone else. Long story short, my friend's boyfriend showed him a picture of me, and he was apparently really excited to meet me. So my friend gave him my number, and we talked for around a week before deciding to meet each other here and have a date."

 

You took a sip of what was left of the hot (now almost cold) chocolate, trying to calm down because the longer you talked about everything, the more hurt and angry you felt.

 

"He told me he was over her, but now my friend just sent me a screenshot of him and her ex, who I suppose is still her ex and girlfriend together."

 

Joshua's eyes opened wide. "So he stood you up because of her ex-girlfriend?"

 

You nodded, cleaning your lips from the brown drink.

 

"This is really a boomer; I was actually looking forward to this date; he sounded so sweet," you sighed, "whatever."

 

Joshua moved forward, giving you the sweetest smile you have ever seen. "Don't worry about it; like I said before, this is his loss. You'll find another person, someone better."

 

"I hope so," you replied honestly. "I've been searching for more fish in the ocean for so long now that I'm starting to think I'm the last one standing." You snorted.

 

"What do you mean?"

 

"It's been really long since me and my ex-boyfriend broke up. And if I'm honest, I'm starting to think that was the only relationship I'll ever get in my life, like that was my only chance in the love area." You laughed, trying to mask how honest you were feeling. "Whenever I like someone, they don't even spare me a second look. Jaemin did sound like he was looking forward to our little date, but I think it was only me." You chuckled awkwardly.

 

Joshua didn't say anything; he just kept looking you straight in the eyes.

 

You felt awkward all of a sudden. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to dump all of that on you." You chuckled once again, trying to lift the mood. "I'm not usually this pathetic, I swear."

 

There was something comforting in knowing that, even if you cringed lately at how much you were feeling right now, you could simply ignore coming to this cafe ever again and would never have to face Joshua again.

It kind of gives you the freedom to just let all of your feelings go. If he's judged you lately or made fun of you with his coworkers, you couldn't care less; it's not like you were planning on meeting him ever again anyway.

Joshua shook his face and said, "There's nothing to feel sorry about; I get it. And honestly? It does sound like he was using you—well, maybe not using you but more like playing with your feelings. " It's almost like he was only talking to you to distract himself from his ex if he didn't give it a second thought and simply let you come here all by yourself. I mean, he could easily send you a text letting you know he wasn't coming."

You send him a smile and say, "I guess so; oh, it's already so late." You noted, looking at the time on your phone, "I'm sorry for getting you away from your work." You quickly apologized.

"Don't worry about it; I didn't mind it at all." He reassured you: "What are you going to do now?"

"Well, it's late, so I should probably get home by now. Today has been such a rollercoaster of emotions for me," you laughed. "I feel like it's been forever since I left my house."

"I see. I hope you can have a nice rest today, then."

You nodded, both of you walking towards the door of the cafe.

You were the last customer inside, now that you've noted it.

There were two other baristas, one of them behind the cash machine.

You approached them, with Joshua following behind. "How much do I own you?" You asked, taking your wallet from your purse.

"Nothing," you heard Joshua say from behind. "I told you, it's on the house."

You turned around and said, "I'm being serious."

Joshua nodded and replied, "So am I." He moved his attention from you to his co-workers, saying, "Just take it from mine."

You saw them nodding.

You sighed, knowing that there was no way to convince him. Instead, you took the money you were going to pay for the coffee and cheesecake and put it in the tip jar.

"For the therapy session." You shut him up before he could protest.

"There's no need, really." He reassured you. "That's way too much for a tip."

"I don't care," you replied, putting the wallet back in your purse. "Thank you for the food."

"I'll have to do something to return it." He mumbled. "It's way too much."

"Like what?" You said laughing; you weren't going to accept whatever he was thinking of; you were going to walk past that door and never come back. After all you talked about with him, you were not embarrassing yourself more.

"Let's go to the cinema." He offered. "Tomorrow night."

Oh, boy.