#this is straight up the softest of fluff

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

your hands have always held their own

Heist!Mark x reader | Words: 1,063 | read on AO3

Heist!Mark finally asks his partner in crime out on that date.

It was early evening and you and your heist partner sat nearly shoulder to shoulder in your shared living room. The sun hung low, just barely brushing its rays against the clouds, tinging their edges amber and yellow.

Recently, there had been a lot more of these calm afternoons where you would sit together, discussing everything and nothing, perhaps watching TV or whatever videos took both your fancy; sometimes you simply watched the sky until you felt sleepy. Occasionally one of his hands might come up to play idly with your hair (a more affectionate gesture than either of you had ever previously initiated, but you didn't really mind, and neither of you mentioned it).

'This next heist…’ he started, ‘it's supposed to set us up, pretty much for life. And it got me thinking—'

'That's dangerous,' you interrupted.

'Yeah, maybe for you,' he quipped back, eyebrows raised mockingly, but there was no malice in his voice.

'Anyway,' he continued, voice softening. 'I was thinking about the future and stuff. Like, what do we do after this? And as nice as it would be to be able to relax and just enjoy the rest of our lives without worrying about the next spot to rob, I think I would kind of miss doing these jobs with you.'

That got your full attention. He wasn't quite meeting your eyes — instead, a loose strand on his clothes was apparently very interesting — but something about his words and the gentle sincerity with which he'd spoken them took you a little off-guard.

‘...I hadn't really thought much about it. About what happens after.’ And it was true, you hadn't; nothing past the first few wild, exciting dreams that sprung to mind when reading the amount of money the pair of you were being offered for this particular artefact. No real, solid plans.

‘I think I'd miss it too,’ you continued quietly. ‘But I mean, who's to say we can't do a couple more every once in a while, just for the fun of it, y'know? We don't even have to go after anything that valuable. More like just… for old times’ sake.’ You caught his gaze and he smiled, a little fond and a little hopeful, dark eyes twinkling.

‘Yeah, cool… So, uhm,’ he averted his gaze again and you couldn't help but find his uncharacteristic hesitance and bashfulness adorable, wondering what was on his mind that was making him act this awkward.

‘So I was wondering, once this heist is over, if you'd maybe wanna go out sometime?’

‘Sure, is that it?’ you question, oblivious. (Or maybe not wanting to get ahead of yourself. Surely there's no way he meant it like that.)

Your crime partner’s head perked up, eyes wide and looking directly into yours, as if searching for something.

‘Really?’

‘Umm, yeah?’ you say, incredulous. ‘What's got you so nervous? And… surprised? We go out together all the time.’

‘No, buddy, you don't get it…’ he said, sat looking a little like a kicked puppy. The look of disappointment that crossed his face broke your heart and instantly made you regret your words.

His hands returned to fidgeting and oh, you wanted to take those hands in yours and ease the nerves from his palms, thread his fingers through your own, press your lips to his knuckles.

Mark sighed. One of his hands came to rest on his knee while the other carded through his hair. You found yourself wanting to do the same.

‘Listen…’ he began again, eyes downcast while his hand came to rest in his lap. ‘We've been friends for what feels like ages now, working together for even longer. I know we butt heads at times, I can be an idiot and you can get on my nerves but-’ Finally his eyes met yours, and the affection in them made your breath catch in your throat.

The sun was setting by now, casting a gorgeous orange glow through the room and over his features. It made his eyes appear almost golden, and it suddenly occurred to you that no shiny trinket you could steal could ever possibly be worth more than the look those eyes were giving you in this moment. You internally cringed at the thought, but you couldn't deny it was true.

‘You're really important to me,’ he said earnestly. ‘I don't always agree with you but I always trust your judgement. I probably trust you more than anyone else, to be honest. You're my best friend, and maybe I'm wrong, but I think there could be something else here? And I wanna try being more? If that's okay with you.’

‘You mean-’

‘Yeah.’ He took your hand, said your name, foregoing any of his nicknames for you. ‘I love you — I always have, as a friend, but I think I have feelings for you. So, if you reciprocate even a little, let me take you out. On a real date. And if things don't work out,’ (you didn't miss the small flicker of something sad as he added that part) ‘well, we can still work together. And we'll still be friends, right?’ he asked hopefully.

You could feel your heart thrumming wildly, from his words, the intensity of his gaze and the warmth radiating from his hand to yours.

You took his other hand, the one still atop his knee, and replied softly: ‘I'd really love that, actually. To go on a date with you, I mean.’

The smile he gave you was genuine, unlike the typical cocky. It was wide and crinkled the skin beneath his eyes. You briefly wondered whether he could feel your racing pulse through your intertwined hands.

‘Then it's agreed. After the heist.’

‘After the heist,’ you promised.

Inevitably, you would run into problems and possibly danger in your next heist, as you usually did, but you trusted Mark, and you knew you could count on him when push came to shove. You knew that you would follow him anywhere, and the two of you had a better chance of conquering any obstacles you faced if you were together, as you always had.

The sun dipped beneath the clouds, the room was warm, and things felt comfortably the same and yet like this was a turning point for the pair of you.

You were sure this heist would be one to remember.

[hyeinette]

☘︎ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏─────𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋.

𝗳!𝗿 ⠀⠀🗝️ ⠀⠀𝑓. est rl kisses fluff psh drabble ─── 11OO >ᴗ< 𓈒 𓈒 亲

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝑙𝑖𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑦 ⠀⠀⠀୨୧ ⠀⠀⠀𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀⠀〝⠀ 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖻��𝖼𝗄

the air was warm. everything felt warm to sunghoon right now, really. his head, his body, his heart… well, the last one couldn’t really be blamed on the sweltering fever that currently had him bedridden. it was because you were here, in his kitchen, making him chicken soup. the thought that you came for him made him smile despite himself.

then, as if his throbbing forehead had pulled him away from his blissful thoughts of you, sunghoon groaned, pressing the heel of his hand against his blazing skin. the sound of his pained voice made you put down the ladle and peek over your shoulder, glancing at sunghoon, who looked like a cat, sprawled over the couch on his stomach, a sight that made you giggle.

sunghoon thrashed around with discomfort, hoping that if he acted pathetic enough, you’d hurry it up. “babyyy.”

somehow, it seemed to work, because next thing he knew, the floral smell of your lavender perfume wafted through the air and into his (very congested) nostrils. sunghoon abruptly lifted his head towards the source of the scent, feeling straight away relieved at the sight of you holding a soup bowl, looking unfairly pretty under the sun’s eventide glow.

sunghoon huffed and sat up, or tried to; the second he pushed himself off the couch, he winced. he couldn’t even complain before you were by his side, propping him up on one too many pillows. the cool, gentleness of your fingers on his shoulder was a nice contrast, and he found himself leaning towards your arms.

“you’re burning up,” you murmured worriedly.

sunghoon lifted his head to meet your concerned eyes. his chest tightened at the way your eyebrows knitted together and your lashes fluttered as your gaze travelled his reddened face.

“i’m fine, really.” both of you knew he was lying.

something about being cared for made sunghoon feel oddly guilty, like he didn’t deserve your ministrations.

“hoon, you are not fine. don’t be stubborn.” you scolded in the softest way you could.

he wanted to protest, to tell you he was fine, that all he needed was—

“all i need is a kiss from you,” he rasped.

you rolled your eyes, but still had to bite the insides of your cheek to stop a smile from appearing. unfortunately, the blush gave you away, making sunghoon chuckle (which quickly turned into a cough.)

“you sound delirious,” you teased, pushing a few strands of dark hair away from sunghoon’s damp skin.

finally, sunghoon relented, falling into the couch while watching you pick up the bowl of soup and sit as close as possible without being on top of him.

you blew on the soup and then nudged his lips with it, as if daring him to refuse. sunghoon had a certain glint in his eyes, like he wanted to be difficult, just so he could see that small blush creep up your neck and hear you reprimand him. but he resisted, for your sake.

he opened his mouth and the soup soothed the scratch in his throat quickly.

“there,” you smiled, satisfied. “not so bad, hm?”

all sunghoon could manage was a hum in response. he wanted to tell you that it wasn’t bad at all, but he didn’t trust his voice currently; it would probably sound like a dying frog, or something, and you’d probably laugh at him.

this pattern continued for a while: you feeding sunghoon, him holding back from kissing you senseless every five seconds. after he’d managed around half the bowl, you set it aside and picked up a thermometer, deciding to check his temperature.

you furrowed your brows and fumbled with the instrument. after finally getting it to work, you turned back to sunghoon, whose eyes haven’t left you. you moved closer to him, to the point that you were hovering over his body.

sunghoon’s half-lidded eyes met your wide ones, which made not only your breath but your heart hitch, as well.

“yn,” sunghoon muttered earnestly, placing his hands on your waist in an almost tentative manner. before he could overthink it, he found that his arms were completely enveloping your torso and pulling you down into you. you gasped, the thermometer slipping as your hands found purchase on his shoulders.

his head rested against your stomach, and the moment your warmth met his skin, he felt himself being grounded by just the feel of you.

“yeah?”

“i hate being sick.” his voice was muffled but truthful.

you giggled, running your hands through his hair and twirling it through your fingers, for it was very soft. “i know, love. at least you’re a very cute sick person?”

sunghoon grumbled, the sensation vibrating through your chest. despite feeling embarrassed, sunghoon didn’t let go, not when you in his arms felt like the only right thing in the world at this moment.

“how can you say that when i’m dying here…” he complained, pulling you completely onto his lap now, so that you were sitting sideways facing him.

“you’re not dying,” you placed a kiss against his forehead and playfully booped his nose, making him scrunch it and then push your hand away, only to entwine his fingers with yours a moment later. “you’re dramatic, is all.”

sunghoon hesitantly flickered his gaze to your lips and swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how close you were to him. he felt himself burning up all over again, though this time not because of the fever.

“i like when you take care of me,” he admitted, making you tense for a second, before quickly relaxing.

“it’s a good thing i like taking care of you, then.” you smiled, tilting his head up and gently placing your forehead on his.

sunghoon shut his eyes for just a minute, wanting to revel in your tender embrace forever. before he could think, he felt your soft lips against his, smiling.

after a few seconds, you pulled away, giggling at the way his lips chased yours just slightly.

“you should sleep now. i’ll be here when you wake up.” you promised, slipping out his grasp slowly.

content with your words, sunghoon let his body slip into the couch while you threw a warm blanket over him.

sunghoon felt his breathing even out as he slowly fell asleep, with the only thing on his mind being you. with a smile on his face, he decided that if being sick meant he’d have your undivided attention, he didn’t mind it so much.

𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝓈𝗍. @bywons @sugarikiz

[okwonyo]

your eyes only ✴︎⠀ ( 엔하이픈 희승 ) best friend au potential future relationship fluff 0.4k + cw. not proof-read | library

thinking about best friend!heeseung, who is known for his beautiful face and his beautiful eyes. the latter is part of your favorite things about him— for the simple fact that the glittering light inside of his doe eyes could make anybody’s heart skip a beat.

the way his eyes look, whenever he talks to you, makes your chest flutter with a forbidden feeling you can’t seem to get rid off. your best friend’s gaze makes you unable to control your smile, makes you so excited and shy at the same time that you end into a giggling mess when he adds his voice to it. people say it’s different, the way he looks at you. that his pupils dilates with some more when he focuses on you. however, you wouldn’t be so sure—he has been looking at you like this since the day you met.

“heeseung,” you call him. he is too focused on his phone to even notice someone is standing right in front of him. on the couch, he is leaning on the backseat, comfortable in his manspreading, barely aware you waiting right between his legs.

“hm?” is the only thing he says before looking up at you. his features soften immediately, he stands straight and puts his phone on the side. “hey, princess,” he greets you, pearly eyes, bambi gaze growing more adoring by the second.

this, added to the nickname makes you forget what you were going to say. you smile instead, “who are you looking at like that?”

he chuckles, in the softest way possible, “at you.” and his words makes a flower blossom in your stomach. with hope and love.

[togament]

I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM😭😭

Please could you do a fluffy thirst of how the boys (togame, sakura, kaji, ume maybe suo) treat the reader after they’ve gone a round 🥲 like their afterglow ❤️

ANON. You and your brain!!!!!! Yoinking it out of your skull to kiss it. Thank you for the kind words! This got me flying off the hinges I worked on this so fast. Locked in, I fear. I hope you don't mind me adding Endo in. He's like a stray cat atp. Don't mind him.

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

suo. sakura. kaji. ume. kiryu. togame. endo.

"ever wondered how it'd be like to just lay there with him, naked both physically and emotionally. So bare and vulnerable, skin reddened and raw, bodies aching. But with both hearts so full, it's almost bursting at the seams? I got it."

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Sakura was written with his character development in the most recent chapter in mind! (SOBBING), some language (I'm not exactly the best person to trust with keeping things clean and straight yk), mentions of sex, mentions of cuuuuum, GN!Reader but let me know if I made any mistakes--I'll rectify dat rq (edited Sakura’s!! Tysvm anon!!! Dw you didn’t come across as rude, promise), FLUFF OOEY GOOEY FLUFF, endo???? BEING A PROPER CITIZEN??? LOVER EVEN??????, kinda NSFW? not too spicy but still--MDNI!

𝐒𝐔𝐎.

Your room's dimly lit by candlelight and the moonlight shining through the blinds. Wafts of incense and patchouli caress your senses while your beloved wipes you down with a warm towel. "Good enough for you, my dove?" he pauses as he's looking up at you and you're met with Suo looking at you as though you've hung the moon yourself. Leaning in for a lingering forehead kiss, he mutters into your scalp, "my god you're absolutely ethereal."

✦ your apartment transforms into something damn close to a spa. Suo's big on scents so he has the cool breeze flowing in, incense lit, scented candles gently perfuming the air. It's magical every time. ✦ goes without saying that he loves, loves, LOVES spoiling you. Worshipping you, even. You swear sometimes his lips would never leave your skin with how often he's placing kiss after kiss on your body. ✦ scalp massages! Suo's an absolute beast at it. You always wake up to your hair smelling of some of his essential oils. It's a whole selection and he doesn't like sticking to just one scent. Hell, your body feels so moisturized and plump once you wake up in the morning.

══════════════════ 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀.

"Yer so pretty," Sakura's voice is soft, gentle. A far cry from his harsh and rough tone. God. He's looking at you with such reverence you feel like you're gonna melt. Leaning towards you, he presses a lingering kiss to your lips. There it is. He's blushing again. "My baby’s so pretty."

✦ he's not blushing profusely anymore. Or at least, not as red as he normally is when he's around you. he's just laid there beside you, staring into your eyes with the softest expression on his face. Gratitude. Admiration. ✦ often spends most of the time staring at you like that so lovingly. So much so that you gotta remind him to wipe you down because god the cum's starting to make you feel uncomfortable with how cold it feels. ✦ is actually such a great cuddler. Especially after such a rough session. ESPECIALLY. Doesn't want to let you go the entire time.

══════════════════ 𝐊𝐀𝐉𝐈.

"Let me clean you up," reaching beside you, your lover says with a slight groan as he grabs the tissues off to your side. Taking a few squares, he wipes you down wordlessly, the cautious speed ever evident. It's silent. Soothing. His other arm's never left your side, you notice. Gripping onto your hip ever so securely.

✦ not a huge talker after the fact. But he's quick to clean you up and attend to your needs. It's mostly just short, meaningful praises and reassurances with the both of you, basking in the afterglow. ✦ what he lacks in words, he makes up for in actions. He loves lavishing your body with kisses, caressing where you’re aching the most. ✦ Likes the silence since it's only with you where he doesn't need his headphones to put the world on mute, doesn't need a lollipop to censor his filthy, ruthless mouth. But of course, if it's assurance and praise you need, it's assurance and praise you'll get. His lips are devoid of sweets after all. Time for you to keep them busy.

══════════════════ 𝐔𝐌𝐄.

"Do you need anything else from me, baby? A massage? Some cuddles?" your lover asks you while he's wiping your inner thighs down clean from his cum that's been dribbling down them, always eager to cater to your needs at all times. Pressing a gentle kiss to the skin, he adds gently, "Whatever you need."

✦ way sweeter than he usually is with you. Which is saying a lot because your man's the absolute sweetest around you all the damn time! Presses kisses everywhere, whispers the most heart melting praise while he's hard at work soothing your body.... BIG SIGH. ✦ likes making you laugh even when your body's aching from him practically going all in on you. Says it's the best way to distract you from the pain. Still, he's massaging you if you'd like him to. Happy to oblige. ✦ ugh the ASSURANCE he gives you every time. The PRAISE?????? ALL GENUINE. ALL FROM THE HEART. It happens every time you're both still awake after the romp. 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓.

══════════════════ 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐘𝐔.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs against your skin as he's trailing kisses down your spine, corners of his lips curled up into a gentle smile. You can feel it with each kiss he presses onto your skin. His skillful thumbs pressing soothing circles in your aching muscles, rubbing the soreness away. "How'd I get so lucky?"

✦ PRAISE IS THE ABSOLUTE NAME OF THE GAME.

✦ he's so good at massaging you omg the thought of paying him for it has crossed your mind a couple of times. You feel so guilty for being massaged and pampered this good FOR FREE. ALL THE TIME. ✦ likes talking you through everything, whispering assurances and checking in with you during the act and after. Never fails to make you feel like you're cherished. With Kiryu, you truly are. And more.

══════════════════ 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

"Need a massage?" he says as he's already flexing his hands, reaching over for the massage oil. Eyes so lovestruck as he gazes into your own, he coos at you gently, "Little reward yeah?" Pressing a gentle kiss right behind your ear, he whispers deeply, his voice ends with a slight grumble, "Did so good f'me, doll."

✦ Of course, always attentive to you. Slow with wiping you down but god is it soothing with how he's doing it so gently. Purring praises into it every time. If you're feeling peckish, no matter how tired he is, he's making something for you in the kitchen. ✦ can and would eat you out if you wanted him to help ride out your high again. Gentle with it again too since he knows how sensitive you are. Pretty easy to wrap into another round though. ✦ After all that, you both are out like lights as soon as your heads hit the pillow. He's got you close to him though, arms encasing you, breaths intertwined. Comfortable.

══════════════════ 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎.

"Fuck... ME," he says with a gentle chuckle, voice akin to a purr you can swear it rumbles, tone so honeyed and syrupy. Reaching over to your side of the bed, your lover cups a tattooed hand over your cheek, sliding his thumb over the apex of it ever so slowly. "You're gorgeous."

✦ Always, always at your beck and call. Need something? He's on it. Back aches from the diabolical backshots? He's already prepping your body with massaging oil. Need him to wipe the cum away? Of course he's on that shit ASAP (with his tongue). Would do whatever it is that you want him to do within a heartbeat. ✦ Often tries to get another round out of you. He genuinely, genuinely CANNOT get enough of you. Only if you're cool with him trying though. He's not gonna force things on you if you don't want it. ✦ lavishes you with so much love sometimes it's suffocating. It only ramps up in intensity after fucking. If you like them obsessively clingy, he's your man.

a/n: HOOOOOOO anon I hope this was alright!!!! These were all such fun to do oml. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THROUGH ALL THIS AHSDKHAKJSD more requests like these please!!!! aaaaa

[doromoni]

I’m your what? | CL16

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Ships : Charles Leclerc x Reader

Genre : Fluff

Summary : Last thing you remember was you were studying for your finals, but now you find yourself face to face with Charles Leclerc and he’s claiming that you’re his girlfriend!

Masterlist | Soul Switch Series

Charles’ Arc | Next >

Your eyes fluttered open as you felt a headache forming in your temple. Clicking your tongue in annoyance, you massaged your head trying to smooth the throbbing sensation. You swore that someone was pummeling a sledgehammer to your head at this point. Your hands once again lifted from the soft silk sheets as you tried to soothe your aching head.

Wait… Silk sheets?? since when could you afford silk?? Last you’ve checked you were broke and on the verge of financial abandonment. In the middle of your confusion, your eyes focused on the wall in front of you. When did your room transform into something so fancy? Your eyes started to dart all across the room.

A piano, a dog bed, and racing helmets? Just where the fuck are you?!! You started to panic, thinking you were kidnapped in your sleep or something. You felt your breath quicken and your sweat falling onto your neck

You tried sitting up, but you groan at the sharp pain that went straight through your spine and your head landed back on the softest pillow you have ever experienced— it felt like a cloud and a million bucks.

Slowly, with regulated inhales and exhales, you tried to calm yourself down and open your eyes once again. But nope, you were still panicking. Your mind started to swirl in different directions. Still clouded with confusion, you moved your head to the side and you stared at the grand piano sitting spotless and shining on the side of the room.

Who the hell is rich enough to have a grand piano inside their room?! Did you get kidnapped by a billionaire or something? No, that’s stupid! … who’d even kidnap you and shower you with all this luxury? You could rule out kidnapping, right?

No, it’s better to keep your guard up, so until you make sure you're safe and whoever house this is is not a serial killer — you’d refer to them as your kidnapper, even if they dressed you head to toe in Prada. Yes, you checked the tag and you were wearing Prada to sleep… crazy.

Surveying the other side of the ginormous room. The wall was decorated with racing helmets and priceless racing memorabilia. Some old and most of them new— and the collection went from floor to ceiling. Your eyes shone in amazement as you realized that the majority of the helmets belonged to Ferrari.

Wow, whoever this belongs to is obsessed. You were a fan yourself, the helmets belonged to your favorite driver after all. But wow your kidnapper’s support is something else, the collection was just that extensive.

Damn. Well if you were honest if you had money, you’d be doing the same. You’d tour around the world and follow every race in every country on the schedule. Oh, how money works… and you’re getting distracted! You should be fearing for your life here but no, you daydream about attending races! Girl get your head straight.

You tried to remember the events that happened last night. Ok. It was an uneventful Thursday and you just got out from a shitty late-night lecture. Your professor was in a sour mood and he made it his job to make your lives a living hell. He held a pop quiz for the 3rd time in a row, you’re not worried … you studied for it because you knew he’d have another quiz. What’s even the point of calling it a POP quiz

Feeling entirely drained out of your life, you went to grab a snack from the McDonald’s near your campus. Fries and a Mcflurry was what you needed for a pick me up but just your luck, the machine was broken again and the fries were soggy and it’s as salty as the Red Sea.

With disappointment after disappointment, you begrudgingly dragged your feet back to your dorm room. And because things could get even messier, your keys kept falling to the floor as you tried to slot it in the keyhole— and you’re embarrassed to admit it but on your 5th time of trying, you finally entered your room.

With what’s left of your will, you gathered yourself and pushed on. You were a big girl in your last semester of Uni and a few more weeks will be your finals then it's graduation! Then it's sleeping in, watching F1 races, stalking the drivers through social media and daydreaming about waltzing into the paddock and somehow catching a driver's attention… yeah you are delusional, you admit it. Nevertheless! in a few weeks you will be a free woman.

But of course, before that, you need to do some studying and a lot of it. Your course in mechanical engineering was demanding to say the least. Truth be told you just wanted to drop out rather than die trying to understand differential equations for your AP calculus class. But to reach your dream and be employed by one of the teams in Formula 1– you knew you needed to be one of the best and you needed a degree for it.

And so even after a can of diet Red Bull in your system, while trying so hard to focus and not fall asleep. Your head slumped down on your notes… with the position you were in was asking for a stiff neck. With the thought of “Screw studying! I just want to be a wag or something” you snoozed off.

That was the last thing you remember and the next thing you knew you’re awake in an unknown bed, in an unknown location that looked like a Ferrari museum in the best way possible.

Noise from outside the room suddenly caught your ear. You pushed yourself off the thousand-dollar bed tossed the silk sheets aside, dashed your way to the door and listened to the other side. While you press your ear to the door you could hear footsteps and a jiggling sound approaching the room, drawing nearer by the second.

In your panic, you pushed yourself away from the door to grab something, anything, for self-defense. Not thinking of the fact that you should’ve locked the door first.

Realization fell on you as your eyes saw the door open. You readied your weapon and raised it above your head — then you locked eyes with the most beautiful set of green eyes.

Your arms froze above your head, as your eyes widened and your jaw fell at the realization of who the person was. It’s Charles freaking Leclerc.

“Y/N?? What are you doing? why are you holding my Monza trophy?” He said with a confused look plastered all over his place as he started to go near you.

It’s Charles Leclerc! How the hell are you in his house?!

“Y/N? Are you ok?” He asked once more, knowing the trophy was in his possession and he placed it back from where you found it.

“ Is everything alright?” Charles was now in front of you again yet you remain unresponsive. His green eyes now held concern, as he lifted his hand to cradle your jaw.

“Mon Bebe, you’re making me worry” Charles uttered now both his hands on your face as his thumb moved to soothe you.

WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING? Did He just call you with a pet name??

You tried to move your mouth, but nothing came out but jumbled words. You could only look up at Charles with unspoken words.

Unspoken words such as “What the fuck is happening here? Because I’m so confused!”

“ Hey, hey. Do you want some water?” He asked as he tried to let go, but you clutched his forearm before he walked farther.

You swallowed back the block in your throat and coughed out “Wait”

“I- uh. Where the hell am I? How did I get here, and what the fuck is happening here?” You blurted out all at once.

Charle’s beautiful face scrunched with confusion then it suddenly turned into him laughing.

“Oh, Mi Amore! You know how to start the day huh? Now, come we need to be early to the motorhome today!” He continued to chuckle as he suddenly kissed you on the cheek, ignoring your questions.

“ Glad that I’m amusing to you. Charles what the fuck?? how am I here and how the hell do you even know me??” You exclaimed, not knowing what to feel or even think.

“Uh… you’re here because you slept over and I know you because you’re my girlfriend?”

“WHAT?? GIRLFRIEND” You shrieked with disbelief at his joke

“Ok, I’ll play this game with you. Yes, Y/N L/N you have been my girlfriend for 4 years now. We met during Spa when you were interning as an engineer for Ferrari “ Charles smirked thinking that you were acting— not that you were spiraling from everything.

“I’m your what?? 4 years?? What happened to Alex??” You chided in, earning an eye roll from your ���boyfriend” from Ferrari

“Very Funny, Mon Bebe. Who’s Alex?” Charles asked with an eyebrow raised. Now it was your turn to roll your eyes.

“Alexandra Saint Mleux? Your girlfriend! Y’know the one after Charlotte?” You tried to explain to the Monegasque in front of you as if it wasn’t his own life

“Ok~ I don’t know any Alexandra and why are you bringing up my past relationship? Are perhaps jealous, hmm?”

“Huh?? Come on you know Alex! Your girlfriend after Charlotte … the one you dated after only 3 months of breaking up with Charlotte”

“Now you’re just being crazy, Mi amore! You’re the only girl I’ve dated after Charlotte. And it wasn’t 3 months Amore, remember you made me wait for a year before saying yes to a date?” Charles was now using his hands to prove his point across. How Italian of him— well he is in Ferrari after all.

This was a dream… yeah definitely a dream! That’s the only explanation. Yup!

“You need to move your cute butt or we will be late! You wouldn’t want Horner up your ass for being late, you’re already dating the enemy. “ Charles pushed you towards the bathroom door.

“I work at RedBull??” You gasped with surprise

“Don’t act coy with me, you traitor. Now get ready!” Charles fully pushed you inside the massive bathroom and closed the door behind him.

You gaze at yourself in the mirror… Holy freaking hell. You were in Alexandra Saint Mleux’s Body! Just what the hell is going on?!

~~~

a/n : I’ve been obsessing over some chinese novels about transmigration and I thought what the hell I’ll make one about F1! Lmao this is my own version/twist on the genre so don’t come for me if i’m wrong. Oh! if this is your first time hearing about this sort of genre …. i suggest you read some from wattpad, i recommend “ Pick the Second Male Lead” by Harui30.

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[323cutie]

4:44 am. | jeong yunho

fluff. 500 words.

a/n heyyyy I miss yunho so fucking bad

You wake up almost immediately.

The touch is familiar, known. Hands gently rubbing your shoulders, a soft nuzzle into your cheek. Instantaneous. Yunho is home, reigniting your body with consciousness. You think you’d be able to tell it was him by the sound of his footsteps, the pattern of his little snaps when he walks into the room.

You make a noise somewhere between a grunt and a yawn morphed by the smile you can’t hold back, turning around to at least pretend you don’t know who’s waking you up this late at night (or maybe early in the morning?).

In the low light coming through the cracks in your blinds and the soft blue glow from your nightlight in the corner, Yunho looks beautiful. Soft, and tired, and yours to finally hold again. His hair is messy and you recognize the hoodie he’s wearing as one he’s had forever, complete with a dot of the pomegranate juice you accidentally stained it with a few years ago. He smiles when he sees you’re awake, eyes so round and full of fondness it makes you want to cry.

“I’m home,” he whispers in the dark, and your hands trace up his arms until you’re pulling him close down to you, burying a hand in his hair and sighing at the weight of him, at the feeling of his arms circling around you.

“Welcome back,” you answer back, letting him maneuver the two of you in bed until he's on his back for you to lay on top of him. You catch sight of the digital clock on your nightstand – nearing five in the morning. Yunho opens his arms for you and you practically dive in, listening to the timber of his chuckle through his chest. “Came straight from the airport?”

Your voice is muffled by his shoulder, but he understands just fine. One of his hands rubs at your back while the other plays with your hair. “Yeah, had the manager drop me off,” he murmurs, lifting your head up so he can hold your face in his hands. “I missed you so much, honey.”

It makes you melt. You missed him too, so terribly, the kind of thing that settles in your bones and can’t be helped. “Me too,” you say, letting him look at you while you do the same. It’s all you can say short of pouring your heart out for him. Undying devotion, care stretched so wide it takes up your entire body. Vanilla candles and matching rings and the first day of spring. I miss you, I love you, forever. You hope he understands.

His eyes are full of stars. You think he knows.

You lean forward and press the softest kiss to his lips. He reciprocates immediately, like always, just happy to feel you against him. He practically melts in your hold, sighing like your kiss lifts all of his worries. It’s innocent, and sweet – you’ll have more time for the heavy stuff later.

For now, Yunho’s home. And you love him.

[heeliopheelia]

𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 1.6k

a/n: felt like writing something fluffy again 🤍 this being written on the same night as my previous smut fic is lowkey diabolical but well 🤭

masterlist

LEE HEESEUNG

You set your phone on a makeshift camera-holder made from books and candles, then press record and shuffle back to your boyfriend. 

“Okay, close your eyes,” you instruct him and smile when he obliges, additionally turning his head to the side, looking straight into the camera as you apply the first chapstick from your little stack. After a couple seconds, you call out to him again, “You can open them now!”

His eyes instantly drop to your lips, the subtle glow of the chapstick already making him impatient to kiss you. 

“You can go n-”

Your words are rudely interrupted by his greedy lips. They move with yours, starting with a simple peck, then going a little deeper, to taste you better. The sweetness is a little too much for him but he’s having too much fun teasing you this way to pull away right away. 

But once he finally does, he’s met with your expecting eyes.

“Watermelon,” he guesses.

You nod your head with a wide smile. “Yeah!” 

A small grimace makes its way on his face. “I fucking hated this one.”

“Yeah, I’m not the biggest fan either. Now, turn around.”

You wipe off the chapstick before carefully applying another one. Your fingers barely touch Heeseung’s shoulder to catch his attention, when his mouth is already latching onto yours. 

He savors the taste of your lips, slowly and sensually and you feel more lightheaded with every next second. He captures your bottom lip, sucking on it repeatedly until you can’t breathe anymore. Suddenly reminding yourself of your surroundings, you pull away abruptly, ignoring your boyfriend’s cocky smirk.

Clearing your throat, you fix your hair. “Great. Now I can’t post it anywhere.”

Heeseung grins at your pout, hand reaching up to pinch at your cheek teasingly. 

“It was coconut, by the way,” he answers your question before you even get the chance to ask it, and damn, he’s right again.

PARK JAY

Jay watches as a grin spreads onto your lips. 

“I picked that one just for you,” you say sweetly, shuffling closer on the bed until your knees touch. “C’mon, give it a try.”

He snickers slightly when you close your eyes and obnoxiously pucker your lips, waiting for him to make a move. Leaning forward, he gently cradles your cheek in his hand before pressing the softest of kisses on your lips. You let him suck on your lips for a moment before he pulls away first and flicks your nose.

“Oh, that’s honey.”

You nod with enthusiasm, pretending as if his kiss hasn’t flipped your insides out. “Yeah. Good guess!”

He closes his eyes, his hand blindly reaching out for yours to rub circles on your soft skin as you apply the next chapstick. You smack your lips together to even out the product, then move closer to your boyfriend again. 

His pretty eyes find yours again and he closes the space between you two, pressing your lips together lovingly. Your fingers clench on his t-shirt, and you tilt your face to the side to deepen the kiss slightly. And, fuck, you just can’t help yourself. 

It’s Jay who has to pull away again with a small giggle, thumb wiping away the smudged chapstick from under your bottom lip. 

He licks his lips, tasting the waxy residue you’ve left from your kiss. Then he thinks for a second. “... Peach?” 

You nod with a satisfied hum. “One more?” 

This time you’re not gonna fuck around. You pick the most bizarre chapstick flavor in front of your eyes, then call Jay over to you, waiting for him with a soft smile on your lips.

“This one’s a little more difficult.”

Jay grunts then kisses your pink, now slightly swollen lips. A content sigh escapes your lips at his tender touch, shivering when the cool ring on his finger brushes over the skin on your thigh. The kiss lasts a little longer than the two previous ones but Jay breaks it after stealing all of your breath away.

“I think it’s like… pear,” he guesses, a little unsurely this time but this expression melts away when your face lightens up again. 

“Yeah! Holy shit, babe, how are you so good at this?”

SIM JAKE

He didn’t even need a second to think to agree to your game. Now, with you sitting across from him on the living room floor, he presses your lips together to try the first chapstick.

What he never expected was for you to taste so damn good, so with a low hum in his throat, he pulls you closer to him by your neck and takes in all the sweetness of you. His other hand lands right under your jaw, gentle fingers tilting your face up for a better access to your lips.

After another second or two or five, you drag your face away from his and wait for your boyfriend’s guess. 

Jake licks his lips and tries his best to look as if he actually has a clue of what he’s doing. It’s not like he got completely fucking lost in your lips – not at all, what a stupid thought.

And so he shoots blankly. “Okay, this gotta be like… tangerine.”

You look at him ridiculously. “What, no! That was vanilla.”

“Oh… Yeah, you’re right,” he clears his throat, hand running through his soft hair. “Gimme the next one.”

You roll your eyes and throw a blanket across his face, knowing well his tendencies to cheating. You take one of your makeup wipes and clean your lips, eyes searching for some easy flavor. Once you’re done picking, you take the blanket off of Jake’s face and get on your knees in front of him.

Deciding on helping him out a little bit and not letting him get distracted again, you place a simple peck on his mouth, long enough for him to actually get a taste of your chapstick. 

Jake presses his lips together as he thinks for a moment. “Is it apricot?”

Your jaw slacks in disbelief. “Oh, be so for real right now! That was like the easiest guess of them all!”

“Well, what was it?” He scrunches his nose.

“Strawberry! Fuck you mean apricot?”

Jake can’t help but giggle at how aggravated you’re getting with this game. “Sorry, sorry. One last try! I promise I’ll get this one.” He places his palm over his heart.

“Fine.”

You repeat the procedure, then go in for a peck again, not wanting to risk losing your boyfriend again. 

“And?” You ask, a hopeful glimmer in your eyes.

“Cherry.”

You let out a heavy sigh. “That was rose.”

Jake snickers, finally grabbing your waist to drag you all over the way to his lap. “Should’ve guessed that. You tasted like a granny, felt like I was kissing a seventy year old.”

“Hey!”

PARK SUNGHOON

Even expecting him to actually take you seriously was your first mistake. 

But your lips are so pink and so glossy – you can’t blame him, really. It’s like you’re begging to be kissed over and over again.

And so now, sitting next to you on the couch, he has your soft hand covering his eyes to prevent him from cheating. You apply the mango chapstick generously onto your lips and return your boyfriend’s vision a moment later.

You turn your face to his unimpressed one, an adorably excited smile spread on your lips and making his own twitch up a little. 

“You ready?” You chirp, hiding the chapstick behind your back. 

He motions for you to move closer, spreading his legs to make you more place in between them. “C’mere, baby.”

With a roll of your eyes, you still oblige and settle between his thighs, wrapping your arms around his neck. Not wasting any more time, Sunghoon ducks down and captures your lips with his. The kiss is deep and takes all of your breath away when his tongue slides over your bottom lip lewdly. 

His kiss is way too intense for the silly game you had in mind in the first place, so before he can go even further, you pull away from him, cupping his chin in your hand.

“So?” 

Sunghoon shrugs, eyes hungry for more. “Dunno. Lemme have another go.”

“Hey!” You pout, puckering your lips and giving him a perfect opportunity to press another kiss to them. And so he does, surging forward and molding your mouths together again. 

He sucks on your lip like a hungry man, his caresses sloppy and without a care in the world for your game anymore. His body aches for you, for more, so he opens your mouth by tugging your chin down gently with his warm fingers, then slipping his tongue inside your mouth. 

“My god, Hoon-” You push on his chest gently, trying to pry the visibly touch-starved man away from your lips. “Wait, let me try another one.”

Sunghoon dismisses your protests and presses another kiss to your lips. “Nah, I like that one.”

“But that’s the first one I tried on!” You whine, slowly surrendering yourself to your stubborn boyfriend.

“Well, then it obviously was the best pick.”

Sunghoon’s arm slides down to wrap around your waist firmly before falling backwards on the couch and pulling you onto his chest as he goes down. He chuckles in your lips at your annoyed grunt, his fingers cradling your cheek as he deepens the kiss. As much as you want to tell yourself you’ll never play this fucking game with him again, you know it would be a blatant lie after all.

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[kyuujo]

↳ pretty!

↳ itoshi rin x fem!reader ↳ sfw ↳ established relationship, fluff, blushy rin!!!, affection, just sweet stuff y’all

↳ omg kyu posting someone other than sae?? the scandal!!! idk just got hit with the urge to call rin pretty ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“you’re so pretty.”

you were fairly certain that had rin’s skull been transparent, you would have seen every single cog within his brain screech to a halt. he raised his eyes to you and blinked once, then twice, before finally muttering, “excuse me?”

you covered your giggle by clearing your throat and did your best to keep a straight face as you repeated your previous statement — once again rin blinked at you before forcing his eyes back down to the open textbook in front of him.

“did you take something you weren’t supposed to this morning?” rin sneered, though you swore you could see the faintest trace of pink creep up his neck.

“nope. i’m just high off of your beauty.” you jeered back, and — oh, yep. that was definitely a blush you saw forming. so he was getting embarrassed — the itoshi rin, getting flustered over mere words. what a marvel.

“this is a library. you should keep your voice down.” rin grumbled, though you noticed it lacked the usual heat that you’d become accustomed to feeling when he chastised you. not only that, but you weren’t being seared with his signature glare, either; because his eyes were still glued to the textbook, as if he simply couldn’t bring himself to look at you. oh, this was simply too good.

who would have thought that itoshi rin would struggle so hard with compliments?

“you’re right, rin.” you conceded in a whisper and, before he could fully gather his bearings or catch notice of what you were doing, you slid your chair closer to his so that you could lean your face down into his line of sight. rin’s electric eyes caught yours for the briefest of moments and you smiled widely before uttering, with the softest of voices,

“you’re so pretty, rin.”

you may have been kicked out of the library not two seconds later due to the string of rather vulgar curses rin called out as he scrambled out of his seat, but at least you had the satisfaction of flustering the itoshi rin that much in the first place — and damn, was that a high honor.

[girllblogging777]

𝐶𝑅𝐴𝐷𝐿𝐸𝐷 𝐼𝑁 𝐶𝑂𝑀𝐹𝑂𝑅𝑇

↳ mattheo riddle x academic overachiever fem!reader (dating, fluff)

↳ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 : 0,6k

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 : mattheo comforts you after you get a bad grade

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you stared at the parchment, your chest tightening as you looked at the red mark on top of it : A, for Acceptable. you were used to getting O’s for Outstanding or maybe E for Exceeds, but this… this was a complete failure for you. you were top of the class, an overachiever who always aimed for perfection. you had no room in your life for mediocrity, but today, you felt like all of your efforts hadn’t been worth anything.

your classmates had already moved of from their respective grades, getting up and chattering about the latest gossip while packing up their things. you remained frozen to your seat, drowning in your thoughts. how could you let this happen ? how could you mess up like this ? you’d spent so many nights studying, so much time preparing yourself, and for what ? the poor word “acceptable” written in crimson ink, mocking you everytime you glanced at it.

before your negative thoughts could get any further, you felt a familiar presence settle next to you. you looked up to find your boyfriend standing next to your desk, bag on his shoulder and frown on his face. mattheo riddle knew you too well, he was the only person that saw through your act. “what’s wrong, baby ?” he asked in a soft voice, his brows slightly furrowed.

you didn’t even say anything, handing him the parchment with shaky hands. he took it from you and scanned it over before letting out a small sigh at the grade, “this ?” mattheo questioned, sitting down on the chair next to yours. “this is what’s got you so upset ?”

you bit your lip and took a deep breath, nodding. of course, the two of you had completely different standards for grades and you didn’t expect him understand. after all, this wasn’t really considered a bad grade to anyone other than you. “i’m just not used to getting “acceptable”, it’s the first time it’s ever been that bad. do you think i’m gonna fail this semester ? what if-“

“woah, stop,” interrupted your boyfriend in a firm but gentle voice. he brought his chair closer to yours and took your hand in his, bringing it to his lap. “you’re good enough, baby. hell, good isn’t even an appropriate word to describe you. you’re the smartest girl i know, one bad grade can’t change that.”

you tried to protest but mattheo wasn’t having it. he draped an arm over your shoulder and looked at you straight in the eyes, speaking up again. “you’ve been working so hard, you need to cut yourself some slack. you need to put less pressure on yourself, you can allow yourself not to be perfect all the time. it doesn’t mean anything about your worth.”

“cmon, let’s go somewhere else.” he said when you didn’t answer, getting up and grabbing your hand again. you were still a little down but his words had managed to make you a feel a little bit better, so you simply nodded and grabbed your stuff, letting him lead you out of the classroom. he didn’t let go of your hand until you two reached your usual spot by the black lake, the cold breeze brushing against your skin.

your boyfriend sat down on the grass against the tree, pulling you onto his lap and wrapping his arms around you. “i’ve got you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your soft hair. “just relax and stop thinking about it, kay ?” you buried your face in the crook of his neck, each one of his words of affirmation soothing you even more.

“my smart girl,” mattheo muttered sweetly in your ear, admiring you with the softest gaze you’d even seen. “you’re so beautiful, so perfect.” you smiled, kissing his jaw delicately in return. he chuckled, “i love you, you know that ? you’re the best, nothing can change that.” the brunette flashed you one of the reassuring smiles he only saved for you, and it managed to make you forget about everything else.

“thank you” you whispered, the words muffled against his chest. he whispered back, holding you a little tighter to let you know he meant it, “always, love.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

a/n : this is for the burnt out gifted kids aka “this is me trying” kins (me fr)

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[hoshieeyewrinkles]

• Nct dream as bad boys falling in love with you. •

♡ Notes. Alt. When you are the good girl who fell in love with them.

♡ Cheesy as hell.

♡ stereotypical bad boy and good girl.

♡ Fluff. Fluff. Fluff.

♡ Reader is innocent and sometimes a dumbass

♡ Not requested [ requests are open tho. Pls go through my pinned post before requesting]

Mark

~ randomass bad boy

~ spots you during recess in the hallways.

~ could not stop thinking about you after that, your cute keychain hanging off your bag, the little giggles you let out with your looser friends as he calls them. All had him going crazy

~ waits in the same hallway everyday even though he doesn't have any classes there, only to glance at you.

~ grins like an idiot after you shyly smiled at him once.

~ "you are such a creep, mark." "shut up haechan"

~ he finally asked you out one day after some great encouragement from his friends ( haechan threatening him to ask you out or else he will) . Was nervous that you might get scared because of his eyebrow piercings and bad reputation.

~ was surprised that you accepted, looking at him with doe eyes and a cute grin. He fell harder before he could even process your reply.

~ his life improves because of you. Your pouts and little scoldings you give him for not wearing a helmet or coming late. It all made him change as he avoided everything bad to make you happy.

~ "I'm sorry angel, I didn't mean to come late. Don't be mad please" Screaming.

Renjun

~ certified tsundere

~ found you so annoying at first. Why did you have to finish all the work at time and be such a good girl?

~ and why the fuck did you have you have to walk around with your gaze down? Can't you look forward for fuck's sake?

~ everything you did kinda annoyed him at first and yet he couldn't understand why he made sure no one bullied you or laughed at you.

~ glares at anyone who looks at you for long time.

~ "she is so fucking annoying, walking around cutely with that stupid banana milk like tf" "renjun you are in love with her"

~ realises he has a crush on you. Panics. Gets more annoyed.

~ walks you home one day making you confused. Carries your books. Sits beside you in every class you guys share. Lends you his leather jacket when you are cold. Brings you banana milk everyday.

~ you're confused but you can't help but feel all giddy in your stomach when he acts like that. You give him a cupcake one day.

~ he stared at it the entire class. He is not gonna eat it. He'll preserve it forever.

~ you pecked his cheek one day to calm him down as he ruthlessly punched a boy after he made fun of you

~ pulls you into a kiss in front of everyone.

~ chuckles so sweetly when you blush. You take his bruised hands in yours worriedly all while he stares at you as if you are his entire world. (Which you are)

~ "No one's ever gonna hurt you, princess. I love you so fucking much."

Jeno

~ Bad boy next door

~ you are his neighbour. All he does is blast loud music with his friends creating ruckus in his backyard. His parents are always out of town.

~ you are the new girl who moved next door with your strict parents.

~ he watches you watering your plants everyday. Notices the little glances you threw at his way and how you stammer to reply when he waves hi at you with a lazy smirk on his face. "Whatcha looking at sweetheart?"

~ he finds so you so fucking adorable.

~ throws away his cigarettes whenever you catch him smoking, you don't mind but he doesn't want to scare you. So he tries to change his appearance, hides his tattoos and piercings.

~ frankly, he doesn't understand why tf he cares so much about what you think but he can't stop thinking about you. Especially after you gazed at him with the softest eyes when he came home bruised. Asking him to come inside your home so you can bandage him.

~ he knew you had very present and strict parents (something which he can't relate to) yet you still took the risk to call him in.

~ he straight up confesses to you one fine day when you were aiding his bruises (a little routine between you guys when your parents aren't home)

~ he climbs through your bedroom window even if your parents are present. He doesn't give two fucks. All he wants to do is see his angel. "I haven't seen you since yesterday princess, let me have a look please"

~ you accept his confession without hesitance and reassures him that you don't care about his appearance and he doesn't need to change himself.

~ he falls in love with you harder than ever, god forbid if jeno even sees a scratch on you. You're his little treasure, his everything. He will fight against the world for you, will jump in the fire for you.

~ "come on baby, don't scold your nono pls" a true Samoyed.

Haechan

~ resident's bad boy.

~ has the most gaze ever, looks like he is the scariest person alive but is actually a little tease.

~ don't think he doesn't throw punches tho, beats the shit out of people just for leaning on his bike.

~ spots you in the midnight carrying a tub of ice cream in your hand, walking out of the supermarket. Yeah he thought you were a dumbass to walk alone at midnight.

~ tries to ignore you but fails when he spots creepy looking guys following you. They start to corner you and haechan sighs before stepping in.

~ takes out his pocket knife and the guys starts sprinting away. Haechan turns back expecting you to look at him with fear but was surprised to find you staring at him with jaw open and flushed cheeks. "what the fuck are you? A damsel in distress?"

~ he kinda roasted you but you didn't care, shyly thanking him. He scoffs before asking you to hop on his motorcycle.

~ drops you home and asks your name. He chants your name in his mind after that.

~ you were pleasantly surprised to find him near the same supermarket the next day, turns out he has his little garage there. "What's up princess? wanted to see me again, yeah?"

~ after that he looks forward to your little meet ups. He lifts you up and puts you on his motorcycle seat while he fixes the engine. Mentally gushing at how cute you look with your little brain trying to understand what he is doing. "Yes this definitely looks like a donut princess"

~ lets you ramble about the books you read and even tries reading them so he can talk about more stuff with you.

~ confesses to you on a random thursday under scorching heat near his garage. Kisses you so passionately when you smile at him, not needing to hear any other words.

~ "Princess, you got some grease on your nose." Literally will do anything for you.

Jaemin

~ weirdass bad boy

~ sells weed and anyone can tell that he is a high mf all the time.

~ you were dared by your friends to buy weed. (They tricked you to buy it for them)

~ you nervously went near Jaemin who sells weed in the basement of some sus building.

~ he looked so scary at first glance but gave you the sweetest smile once he looked at you.

~ he knew you were too innocent and nice to buy this shit so he tried to talk you out. Finds you so adorable as you stammer to reply. Eventually you didn't buy because he convinced you. "Good girls don't do such things, sweetheart."

~ Jaemin later wondered why he didn't let you buy it when he could have gotten some good cash but something inside him just melted when he saw your big orbs.

~ after a few days you were pressurized again by your fakeass friends to go inside his basement while they waited outside. Jaemin was surprised to see you again but the disappointment on his face was real when you asked him for weed again.

~ he goes out of the basement and gives the deadliest glare at your friends who then proceeds to run away.

~ "what did I tell you last time princess?"

~ you became friends with him after that and he protects you all the time. Picks you up and drops you home. Makes sure no mf comes near you.

~ eventually he stopped doing all the shady shit, though he didn't change his shady appearance because duh he is a bad boy. He did it all for you cause you deserve a good person and even though he is not one, he will try his best to be one for you.

~ takes you to ice cream dates every weekend and one day you confess to him. He went quiet for a few moments before looking at you deep in the eyes and gave you the same sweet smile again.

~ is the most clingy and softest boyfriend ever. So protective and treats you as if you were made of glass.

~ "No doll, don't lift such heavy things. You will get hurt, go sit there and let me do it."

Chenle

~ didn't even know people considered him bad news. He thought everyone loved him.

~ he is a brat, does what he wants and gets what he wants. Frankly just enjoying his life in the most rebellious way as possible.

~ he does illegal car races and that's how he finds you there among all the rich brats, though you weren't one. You were just here to accompany your friends.

~ realises he never saw you here before. Comes over and tries to flirt with you but was surprised to see you acting all shy and nervous.

~ knows you weren't meant to be here "You shouldn't be here in places like this unless your family is influential enough. Let me drop you home cutie"

~ drops you home in his sports car and asks for your number.

~ at first he just wanted to flirt around with you but days went by and he couldn't stop thinking about your little nerd talks.

~ you were such a breath of fresh air in his life. He didn't even want to take you to his car races because it's full of shady people and you are his sweet angel who shouldn't be in the eyes of such people.

~ but after you gave him your puppy eyes, he just couldn't refuse "Alright princess, don't talk to anyone and just stay here with jisung."

~ comes to you after every race he wins and you confess to him.

~ "what do you mean? I thought you were already mine?" Asksksk he genuinely thought you guys were

~ kisses you passionately after every race he wins.

~ he never thought he would want to settle down in life but he can't stop thinking about you as his bride, you are his future and his final dream.

~ "Do you even realise how precious you are to me?"

Jisung

~ the most quietest and minds his own business type of guy.

~ you were the one who developed a crush on him first after seeing him in the hallways with his leather jacket on and a small smirk on his face while talking to his friends.

~ all he does is hang out with his little friend group and beats people who annoy him. he was very mysterious tho.

~ you pass by the same hallway everyday to see him. You were sure he didn't even know you existed but you were so wrong.

~ he noticed your shy glances and cute nature everyday. He just ignores you because he feels he is bad news for you.

~ yet he feels himself smiling at random times thinking about your pretty smile. "Fuck she is so cute"

~ realises he should stop and one day gives you the iciest glare making you think he finds you annoying.

~ so you stop passing by the same hallway and don't look at him anymore.

~ he feels shit because he didn't mean to scare you. Asks for advice from his hyungs. They hollered and cheered because he finally developed a crush on someone. "Our jisung finally grew up awwww" "hyung please shut the fuck up"

~ he doesn't have a crush tho. He is straightass in love with you.

~ one day comes to you with a bouquet of roses and confesses in the most nervous tone ever.

~ your both faces were in the same colour as the roses. So cute omg

~ after that day you were known to be jisung's girl and everyone knew better than to mess with you.

~ you guys are the most cheesy and disgustingly cute couple. Often the target of his hyungs teasings. "I love you angel." "I could have lived my entire life without hearing those nicknames." "Haechan hyung please."

~ you tutor him sitting on his lap everyday while he nuzzles his face in your neck. "Stop kissing me ji"

~ "I'm sorry love, you are just so fucking adorable"

[That's it I have fed your guys delusions enough for today]

[animatedrapture]

— bet on stones. / suna rintarou x f!reader.

— fluff. all fluff. (a lot of flirting and teasing.) established relationship. some cursing. pro-player!suna. post timeskip suna.

— teasing sunarin for his short hair. ggez btw.

"rin," your voice is barely above a whisper, but the corners of your lips are twitching, trying your hardest not to laugh.

and listen, while suna has the softest spot for you, the glare he gives you is well-deserved.

"don't start," he says—all warning and frowning.

"what'd—" the giggle escapes you, it can't be helped, "what'd you do to your—your hair, oh god," you almost whimper, trying to reign it in.

suna groans, reaching a hand to his hair and running over it in a ruffle. his hair—so short and barely framing his face—and he's still pretty, but it's a sight to see.

especially when he just walked in your apartment this way, avoiding your gaze the moment he stepped foot inside because he just knew; he knew that you'd be there on the couch waiting for him and for the life of you, you won't be holding back your laugh or any quick-witted comment on his hairstyle.

but then, you're standing from where you were, walking towards him by the door.

a grin decorating your face, the urge to laugh still evident by the crinkle of your eyes, and your hands reaching to cup his face. "hi, pretty boy," you greet him, thumbs over his cheeks.

he sighs. narrow, green eyes looking back at you with some exasperation, some hint of softness, all at once. he leans in, pressing a fleeting kiss to your lips, before he speaks, "learn to shut up more often, yeah?"

you immediately pout, "what?" you sound offended. "i'm flirting with you, rin," you tell him cheekily, "short hair, weird-looking you—"

"ooookay," he cuts you off. it's all monotone, the way he says it. and you can't tell if you've truly annoyed him yet but with a pinch to your waist and a hand over your mouth, he's moving you, turning you over and backing you up against the door.

your eyes widen as he leans in—all six foot three and broad body over you, still in his ejp jersey—he levels his gaze with yours, watching your reaction.

he licks his lips before speaking, "y'got somethin' more to say, babe?"

you shake your head slowly. truthfully, if your weakened knees and your hands now on his arms on a tight grip is any indication; suna, even in his weird short hair, is still the prettiest person you know.

he hums in thought, like he doesn't buy your answer, but he keeps a straight face as he removes his hand from your mouth, only raising an eyebrow at you with some sort of challenge.

"who did your hair, babe?" you opt to ask instead, biting your lip to prevent a giggle.

suna's responding glare is quick, but sighs in defeat at his answer, "fuckin' atsumu miya."

the snort you let out is enough for suna to tease you for, but he lets you have it instead. besides, you let him tease you more often and let him get away with it more than you should.

you reach up to his cheeks again. with his hands still on your waist, it's a picture right out of a romcom, were anyone else to see you two.

"you lost a bet, didn't you?" you ask, already knowing the answer, "but why would you trust atsumu with your hair, rin?"

"cause," suna answers you, "he would've turned his hair rainbow—that's funnier."

"how did you lose the bet, anyway?" you tilt your head, cause you know that despite how careless your boyfriend could be, he rarely loses these.

this time though, instead of answering you, he shakes his head and picks you up—it's effortless, the way he does it, bringing you back to the couch.

"is it that bad?" he mutters while he's peppering kisses all over your neck. it's overwhelming, the sensation of his lips and his larger body over you, the clean smell of his shampoo and his skin against yours because he likes taking a shower before coming home to you.

he takes your breath away, really.

"no," you sigh, because he's lingering a kiss right against the pulse on your neck.

"actually," you start, moving to try and meet his gaze, your hands finding his soft, dark hair, massaging against his scalp. "i have a boyfriend but maybe you can tell me your name and we could go on a date?"

suna's chuckle vibrates against you, his lips tugging with a small smile. "mm, 'm not sure you're worth gettin' a fight over."

you gasp dramatically, faking offense, "i'm asking you out on a date!"

"don't you have an athlete boyfriend, though? suna, yeah? pretty sure he can fight."

you shake your head, "hmm, he likes making me happy, though. i think we can just break up if it makes me happy, right?"

he hums in thought, not too worried about his too-short hair and your teasing anymore, "don't know if you'd be a good girlfriend, though."

it's your turn to make it physical this time, tugging playfully at his hair, "that's offensive, rin. i bring a lot to the table!"

suna smirks, trying not to laugh at you, "yeah? like what?"

"well, i can cook out of love for you. i'll wear your jersey proudly for your games. i'll wait for you to come home every day. in bed—"

the list goes on. this, suna knows the best. on his end, it's the only reason why he lost the bet anyway, because there's a ring hidden in the box in his training bag he thought he would've given to you by now.

atsumu, six months ago, told him he's too chicken.

no one can really blame suna for being nervous about it, though. so nervous that now, six months later, with a bet lost and a ring he's got for you still hidden, his hair is cut short.

it's because he loves you like this.

but with the list still going on, he thinks you're right: he should take you on a date, then maybe, if you say yes, make you his wife.

[honeyryewhiskey]

wanted: birthday boy

or, surprise, dean! you're dressed up like a cowgirl and he gets a matching outfit cos he's a western-loving FREAK cw!! flirty fluff, kissing, dean & his boyish charm when he's excited 1k words

As his bedroom door clicks shut behind him, Dean stops in his tracks, his eyes growing to the size of saucers as they take in the sight before him. You, standing there with your hands on your hips in the outfit you’ve been saving for today—a perfectly put-together, six-piece cowgirl ensemble. For a long moment, he just stares, frozen as though he’s forgotten how to breathe.

“Whoa,” he finally exhales, the word low and drawn out, his gravelly tone vibrating through the quiet room. It sends a flutter straight to your stomach. His gaze roams, starting at the boots that hug your calves, up past the denim and snug leather chaps, the crisp black blouse with a few buttons popped, finally landing on the hat perched just right on your head. A boyish, sweet smile spreads across his face, lighting him up as a soft laugh escapes his lips.

“Damn, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice flustered, matching the pink rising beneath the freckles on his cheeks. “You trying to give me a heart attack on my birthday?”

Your smile widens as you do a playful twirl, the fringe on your chaps swishing dramatically. “You like it?”

The answer is written all over his face. Excitement radiates from him, washing over you in warm, sweet waves. Dean always looks at you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever found, as he’s quite clingy with the things he adores. But this has him looking at you starry eyed. 

“Like it?” he echoes, the words barely above a whisper as he steps closer, his boots scuffing against the floor. His gaze dances across all the fine western details. His hands find your hips, gentle as he runs his fingers along the line of your belt. His eyes popping as he traces the outline of the large buckle, until his hands settle firm on either side of you. 

With careful precision, he dips his head to place the softest kiss on your lips, mindful not to topple the stetson. “I love it. You look like you just walked off the set of The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.” 

You tilt your head coyly, your arms looping around his neck. “I thought you might appreciate it.”

“Appreciate it?” He lets out a low whistle, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “this is the best damn birthday present I’ve ever gotten.” 

One of his hands slides upward, fitting perfectly between your neck and jaw, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. The gentle touch from heavy hands, the way he can’t stop looking you over, it makes your nerves prickle and your heart skip a beat. He exhales softly, settling his wandering eyes onto yours, “and I haven’t even unwrapped it yet.” 

Your cheeks heat at his words, and with a grin, you pinch his ear that’s been bright pink since he walked into the room. Normally, that earns you a halfhearted scolding—his signature grumbled “quit that”—but not this time. He’s too distracted, staring at you like a lovesick puppy. 

“Well, don’t get too comfortable, cowboy,” you tease, slipping out of his hold, your lips curving into a playful smile. “You haven’t even seen the second part.”

Dean’s brows lift, and a cheeky smirk takes over his face. “Second part?” he echoes, his voice tinged with curiosity and bubbling anticipation.

You cross to the bed, where a garment bag is draped over the comforter. Dragging the zipper down, the sound fills the room, mingling with his soft gasp as you reveal the surprise inside: a matching cowboy outfit. A brown duster coat, well-fitted jeans, chaps, a shirt that mirrors your own, and the perfect finishing touches—an antique bolo tie and a Stetson hat.

Dean’s jaw practically hits the floor. “No way,” he breathes, stepping forward to touch the fabric like it’s sacred. “You—are you serious?”

“Serious as a snake in a sleepin’ bag, sugar,” you quip, voice laced with a dramatic southern drawl as the smile on your lips grows wider at his googly-eyed reaction. “Figured we couldn’t roll into Deadwood without looking the part.”

Dean stares at the outfit for a moment as he takes in the details of your gift. The matching outfits with traditional details that only someone like him would notice and appreciate. A trip to the town he’s been talking about visiting for ages, but never goes because there is always something to hunt, someone to save. When his head turns back to you, his expression softens. “You did all this for me?”

“Of course I did,” you shrug, like it’s no big deal, but the look in his eyes—almost childlike in their admiration—sends a shock right through your chest. Stepping closer, you cup his jaw, tugging him down close enough to place a kiss on his cheekbone. “I love seeing you happy—even if it’s because you’re a huge freak for cowboys.” 

Dean lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head as a crooked smile pulls at his lips. He catches your hand as it drops, pressing a kiss to your palm before letting it go. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?”

Mhm,” you hum, watching the excitement buzz it’s way through his body again as he fidgets with the outfit again. “Well, go on, Eastwood. Try it on.”

He grabs the hat from the outfit and plops it on his head, adjusting it with a practiced flick of his fingers. His brows set in dramatic stoicism, “how do I look?”

You bite your lip, savoring the moment to soak in the sight of him in that hat—looking utterly, undeniably Dean. Pretending to consider, you tilt your head and smirk. “Like you just stepped out of an old Western.”

“Good,” he nods, his smirk growing with pride at your compliment. “Y’know, I’m thinkin’ maybe we skip the road trip and just…” he shrugs, his smile shifting into that familiar, mischievous challenge. “...stay here. You, me, these outfits—" He trails off, the thought lingering in the air between you. His eyes drop to the expanse of skin peeking out of the few popped buttons of your shirt, His teeth sink into his bottom lip as if he’s trying to stop himself from saying more.

ou arch a brow, crossing your arms, though it does little to break his momentary distraction. His gaze doesn’t waver, not even when you adopt a scolding tone. “Dean Winchester, are you seriously suggesting we bail on your birthday plans after I went through all this trouble?”

“Not bail,” he says quickly, finally meeting your eyes with a boyish grin that’s all charm. Before you can protest, he pulls you into his arms, the lazy smirk on his face deepening. “Just…postpone. Maybe by a day. Or two.” His voice dips, that playful, magnetic lilt curling around each word. “You look too good in that outfit, Sweetheart. How am I supposed to think about anything else?”

Your cheeks burn, though you try to hide it with an exaggerated eye roll. “You’re impossible,” you mutter, feigning exasperation, but the smile tugging at your lips betrays you.

“And you’re irresistible,” he counters smoothly, leaning in to brush his lips against yours, not enough to kiss—just enough to make your pulse quicken. It’s one of his favorite games, waiting for you to break first, his unspoken question hanging in the air. 

“Fine,” you murmur against his lips, your resolve melting. 

The hum of satisfaction in his throat is warm and low, and then his lips press into yours—always a little rough at first, always setting loose a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. He pulls back just enough to smirk at you, the teasing glint in his eyes unmistakable.

“But only for an hour,” you warn, your voice stern as you poke a finger into his chest. “Then we’re hitting the road.”

“Deal,” he chuckles, his hands sliding up to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing gently along your jawline. He leans in again, and this time, the kiss is softer, slower, carrying a sweetness that makes your knees weak.

chat all i want is to play dress up with this idiot fictional man, BRRAAAHH anyways hbd, dboy<3 i almost forgot to post this whoops lol

[lovifie]

My Neighbour

Fluff | 530 words | Back to Masterlist

@the-californicationist please accept this as my humble offering to your nameless challenge, sorry I went a bit over the limit 😬 And thank you for arranging the challenge, it was really fun to write hehe 🩷🩷🩷

Your neighbour is a bit of a curious man. 

You have never talked to him, nothing further than “Good morning” or a “Good to see you.”

He seems nice, kind smile and a mischievous speck on his eyes that always makes you smile back.

There have been times when just right after you opened your door, his would unlock, a bit too fast to be a casualty, and smile at you as if he was surprised to see you.  

He doesn't talk to you until one day when it is pouring outside. You decided that today was the best day to buy groceries, most of them getting soaked on your way home. Horrible, horrible and exhausting day, you just want to get home and go straight to sleep. 

But only if the damned elevator door would open.

You punch the metal door, the throbbing pain of your hand only souring your mood more. 

“You gotta hit it harder than that to make it move.”

A deep voice comments behind you, and before you can turn around, a big hand slams against the elevator door hard enough to make it shake and once it stops, it slowly opens as if anything. 

You sigh, bending to grab your groceries, before you feel a hand on the lower part of your back making you bounce back. 

“Sorry, love. Didn't mean to spook you, I just… You look like you could do with a cuppa.” He says, as he bends down and picks up the bag with ease. “Or something stronger.”

You rub your face with your hand as you walk after him into the elevator. “Yeah, something stronger.”

Your neighbour leaves your bags at your kitchen counter, unpacking them and making you sit down. You should help him but at the same time… it’s so nice to just sit down. 

At the end, he spends the whole evening at your house, chatting with you and gifting you some precious boyish smiles that have you feeling butterflies in your stomach. 

You talk a lot more to your neighbour after that, little small talk in the hall and sometimes going over to the other flat for tea. Until he's gone. 

He disappears one day, no notice, no goodbye. You assume it must be a family emergency or something for his work, but you still knock on his door every couple of days. 

In the end, you end up slipping a note under his door asking if he wants to do something for your birthday, trying to force him to come out even by guilt.

But he doesn't, your birthday is almost over by now, getting ready to go to bed, sad about your neighbour's sudden change. 

But then… there is a knock at the door.

And when you open the door, there he is.

Out of breath and beaten.

Like he just run a marathon on his gear.

“It's still your day, right? I couldn't get you a present, but I got you this.”

His hands cup your face, and you are sure he must have the softest lips a human can have when you feel them dance against yours.

Definitely your best gift this year.

[scented-morker]

Dorm displays w/Seungmin

How he acts with you around the other guys 🫶 FLUFF, 532 words, bf!min x gn!reader, requested (I love that my blog has become a place for the Seungmin lovers 🤭)

Your bf dorming with Felix is the best thing that could have happened for you

Felix is so lovey and he’s always encouraging min to be as mushy with you as he wants

Which is still usually not much, but it’s nice that the option is there 😭

He’ll pull your legs across his lap while you guys watch a movie on the couch and rub a hand up and down your calves

If he’s feeling really mushy he’ll hold your hand at the dinner table

Felix will keep his mouth shut and just send you guys a smile

Now if you guys are at a practice or another dorm and all the boys are around, he’s slightly less touchy

He prefers showing you his love in other ways

Of course you’re never exempt from his teasing

He’ll make fun of the boys with a straight face to the point that sometimes they can’t tell if he’s joking or not 😭

But with you even when he’s teasing he’s got a soft little grin on his face

And he’ll give your knee or you hand a little squeeze after, just a little reassuring touch to remind you he loves you

Usually he prefers to keep things chill BUT if the boys have been teasing him recently and he decides to show you off a little bit…

TAKE THE OPPORTUNITY OK

When he’s all “it must be hard for you guys being single while I have the prettiest s/o ever” and dragging you away with his arm around you

That min is one of the best bc he’s just so proud of you 😭

Sometimes there’s no ulterior motive and he just remembers how lucky he is to have you, like after he’s been busy and hasn’t been able to see you

While some of the guys will pounce on you with a greeting as soon as you walk in, he’ll wait patiently, looking at you expectantly

He knows you’re there for him anyway

So he’ll just wait, looking at you with the softest eyes and waiting for you

Smiles so big when you sideswipe the boys and run over to where he’s got his arms open for you

You look so happy when you see him and it’s absolutely his favorite thing ever

“Hi pretty.” He whispers in your ear while you hug him, placing a small kiss behind your ear for extra measure

The other guys will squeal, but won’t say anything to him

Sometimes they’ll tease you for your red face and school girl giggles every time he talks, but only until he makes them stop (our hero ✊)

There’s also sleepy min, when they’re all exhausted and you come over with your soft whispers and loving back rubs

You’ll let him lay on your lap and stroke his hair or lean against you while you lightly scratch his back and he has not a single thought in his brain about embarrassment or pda or anything bc he just feels so loved and cared for

In conclusion, dorm displays depend on the version of your bf that you get that day, but he loves you and makes sure to show you every day!!

[togament]

“your first kiss with ume went horribly.”

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a/n: not proof read. this was written in one sitting pls pls forgive. a/n pt 2: if you saw me saying 3k words before, no you didn't. 3k characters HAH.

warnings: none, just fluff and kotoha’s stressing.

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You both leaned in at the same time. cheeks flushed and hearts racing while you’re sitting side by side on the bench by his vegetable garden. noses and foreheads knocking against each other because you tilted your head in the same direction. you sneeze because you leaned in a bit too quickly. he offers his hanky just in case but you shake your head, saying it’s alright. he opts to hold your hand instead. you’re both sweating bullets, now dead silent.

-

you wanted to kiss him because he’s been yapping about how his okras have been growing so fast and how the pests have been eating away at his tomato leaves and how Sakura’s been warming up to the others and how the flower seeds you both bought are already sprouting and and and and —

you realize you look forward to each yap session now. you realize he looks a bit more handsome in the sunlight. you realize he’s been walking you home for the past few weeks. you realize you spray way too much perfume when you know you’ll be bumping into him.

you confide in kotoha about it and she nags you, telling you he you obviously like him. you wave her off, saying it’s just a crush. it’ll go away (you’ve been talking about him for months), that he’s like that with everyone. she sighs.

little did you know ume confided in kotoha about the same thing.

-

ume wanted to kiss you because he’s been dropping you hints for the last few months. horribly, by the way. kotoha nags him about it too, saying he should just show up at your doorstep and tell you straight up with a bouquet in hand. he has. but his first confession flew over your head and instead of flowers, he gave you flower seedlings (they’re growing on your windowsill). then he proceeds to moan and groan about you to her, wondering how he’s gonna get through to you, that maybe he’s doing too much, maybe he’s doing too little, maybe you like someone else and and —

he’s yapping now.

kotoha lets out another sigh.

-

now you and ume are both sitting there, noses reddened, cheeks flushed, hands on top of each other and sweating.

ume’s starting to overthink again, ready to pull away and talk about other things to ease the tension.

you beat him to it, though.

you nervously lean on his shoulder and you swear you felt him jump. he melts into it, running his thumb over your knuckles and he smiles softly to himself.

this is really happening.

you glance up at him and he’s already staring down at you with the softest eyes. you can almost hear his heart racing. or is that yours?

his voice is softer now. one trembling hand holding your hand tightly and another is pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. his fingers ghost the skin of your cheek as he stammers,

“can I please kiss yo—“

“please.”

you respond before he even finishes his sentence. you smile up at him. he chuckles, holding his hand against your cheek and he whispers a soft celebratory “yes!”.

you tilt your head just right now and he does as well.

he finally kisses you.

and you swear you can feel him smiling against your lips.

you are too.

your first kiss with ume went horribly.

but he wouldn’t want it any other way.

a/n: whew. this was supposed to be a short drabble. ume kisses go brr. also poor kotoha.

[writingwisterias]

The different eras of Leon and how you would be able to get him to relax with affection?

Hi Anon!

Of course, we have to make sure our touched-starved man feels loved! I hope you like it! Requests are still open for Eras Leon <3

Warnings: Tooth Rotting Fluff, drinking, GN!Reader

RE2, RE4R, Infinite Darkness, Damnation, RE6, Vendetta, Death Island

RE2:

We all know this is the softest version of Leon, so I think he would regularly accept it.

Before he joined the force he was still working his way through college. He would come and knock on your dorm room or drive to your house after a particularly hard exam.

Falling onto your bed as soon as your room's warmth enveloped you.

I think he would be more likely to hold you instead of wanting to be held in this situation. Sitting against the headboard watching over your shoulder as you continued to do whatever you were doing.

Studying at this time is a no-no, he's already used enough brain power he just wants to forget about all that for just a second.

After Raccoon City I think would be a different case:

He's older now so you both moved into a flat close to the area whilst he looked for one in the city itself.

He would return from that night covered in who knows what looking like a lost puppy with a young girl next to him.

You would help them both, letting him sit in the kitchen as you tended to Sherry first - he would rather you go straight to him but he's patient.

Once he's showered and freshly dressed he returns to the living room seeing you set up the sofa bed. You don't even get to sit down until he's in your arms.

Squashing you as he holds you close.

You can feel him cry, his tears wetting your shoulder so you just hold him. Stroke the wet strands of your hair until he calms down.

The next few days he's like a shadow, following you around the apartment holding you close whilst you cook/wash up. Showering with you. Doing the Laundry.

When they both get taken away you miss it, miss his form in the corner of your eye. Knowing that when he does eventually return he's going to be 10x worse.

RE4R:

So I would say Leon thrives off acts of service at this time frame of his life.

He just loves feeling needed and doing things for people.

So it would actually relax him when he's home and he does simple things around the house like tackle the huge pile of laundry ( most of it is his work clothes anyway, he doesn't need you touching them)

If he's home he would take you out for lunch on your breaks. Don't expect to pay for a thing because he won't let you.

I think the simpleness of doing chores would relax him. Just being able to solely focus on folding the laundry like you like it. Getting lost in the sound of the hoover. Even just chopping food for dinner.

He would do much larger things, making sure to keep busy - you have a leak in a tap. Don't worry he's got it. You wanted to repaint your wall, also done.

Even doing things just as simple as taking you to and from work, taking you out to work parties or going out with your friends.

He's already got a stable job, not the one he wanted sure. I think he would have had a fear of losing the idea of being able to have a stable home life so now he has you he works hard to maintain it.

I do think he would enjoy you sleeping on top of him like a weight blanket. Or sitting in his legs if you are watching Tv.

Infinite Darkness:

The most touchy feely man with you and only you. You walk past he's slapped your ass, Holds your hand in public, Hands on your lower back as he guides you around.

When it comes to his affection he's like putty in your hands.

I say he rarely gets nervous, or you rarely see any signs of it. So when you do it's bad. Something must be really bothering him.

In these times I dont think he's actually searching for a touch comfort instead actually a conversation, something to cling onto and focus instead of whatever is in his mind.

If you were his partner in a mission, I think he would be talking to you non stop about literally anything other than what you were doing.

When they saw his performance increase you were paired all the time, little do they know it's because he's telling you about some random advert he watched, the latest recipe he tried from a cooking channel

When it does come to intimacy, I think he would be at his most vulnerable, lots of kisses, hugs and just melts into your arms.

Damnation:

We all know he drinks to relax.

So I'm thinking he would like you sat on his lap, cuddled in close with a glass in his hand. You would prefer without the drink but knowing he's not going to give up that habit any time soon you accept it.

I think he would want to just have you there, that's more than enough for him at this current moment. Nothing fancy.

His hands would run through your hair, kissing the top of your head. Even as the drink starts to make his brain fuzzy and his co ordination begins to lack.

His hand misses your head every time he goes to stroke it again but the thought is there.

He's always off somewhere being called when he's on holiday or just taking a break so I think any time with you is where he just relaxed and smothers you in love.

He's a dick sometimes when the drink gets too much and he'll return to bed like a puppy holding you close to him.

RE6:

Leon just loved your house, it was always so much more welcoming than his place was.

Loads of soft furnishings, blankets, throw pillows. Candles making the place smell nice. Fairy lights everywhere.

Never understood the no big light rule until he came into your house.

There was one spot that you would always be dragged to for at least an hour. Your bed.

It was always filled with throw pillows, stuffies you had collected. Creating the perfect cosy corner.

He would always drag you there,practically throwing you in the mountains of soft furnishings before climbing into your arms himself.

Almost instantly falling asleep in your arms as you again light scrape his scalp as you work through his hair.

He's also the type of person where when you think he's asleep you move your hand away or stop the movements and he just picks it up and puts it back.

Vendetta:

The slightest touch would make this man cave, especially yours.

Even better just words of affirmation. Hearing that you love him and that you are there for him. That you will always be there for him will make this man instantly relax and cave

He could be having the worst day and you mention to him that you love him and the stress Is gone, almost forgotten about.

Holding his hand is a big comfort, just knowing that you are there and he is still here is big for him.

He's obviously drunk a lot but it doesn't make him careless, instead I think he would feel guilty for being like that and use it as fuel to comfort you until he relaxes or gives up on the bottle completely.

Huge cuddler but I think more in terms of spooning, like he just needs you as close as you can possibly get.

Shielding you from the world.

Like you are pressed into the back of the sofa and he's hanging off the edge holding onto you, back to the world because he'd rather go first than you.

Death Island:

I think he's at peace so it doesn't really get stressed or dealing with PTSD as much

He has more free time so acts of service, small things like re4r

I think he's changed from having to take care of the world to just you. You are his world after all.

I think just making sure you are happy and safe is his way of relaxing

You want to go to the mall for retail therapy. He's given you his card and coming with.

Want to go out for dinner? Booked you the fanciest place he can.

He's been so obsessed with the world that I think changing his mindset to just you was enough to relax.

His favourite cuddle position though is you laying on him, just the closest it gives. The weight of you is just as comforting.

It's his prime nap position