#tysm for these lovely lovely messages they have made me very soft

[ellieswrldd]

crazy in love

(pt. 2 to drunk in love)

pairing: modern!ellie williams x reader

summary: after a hot quickie with ellie at a nightclub, the two of you find yourselves extremely into one another. so when she asks to take you out on a date, you agree.

content warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI, photography during sex (ellie & reader take pictures during sex), fingering (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving), strap-on use (r!receiving), breast play (r!receiving), use of terms pretty girl, baby, and brat (once), ellie calls the strap her cock, very brief spanking, ellie is a bit of a space nerd!, not proofread. a/n: read part 1 if you haven't already! originally, drunk in love was supposed to be a smutty lil one shot but yall gave it sm love that i wanted to do a quick follow-up! tysm for 1k+ notes on the first part <33 (also, nobody is going to stop me from naming my fics after beyonce songs!! they're too good)

Since Dina’s bachelorette party, only one thing had been on your mind. Well, more like one person. Ellie Williams, the cheeky girl who defended you against a creepy guy at the club and then fucked you dumb in the women’s bathroom. After that night, you couldn’t help but blush every time you thought about her. 

You’d been texting with her nonstop, exchanging flirty messages every day. She was dying to take you on a proper date, something unique and romantic, as she described it. And finally, you agreed. 

Tonight, Ellie was picking you up for your date. She was being awfully shady, refusing to share details about what she had planned for the night. 

You sat in your room, touching up your makeup and fidgeting nervously as you waited for Ellie to arrive. Earlier, you had spent an embarrassing amount of time on the phone with Dina, struggling to pick out something to wear. Thankfully, you managed to put something nice together– this time your outfit was a bit less revealing and much more comfortable than what you had worn to the club where you met Ellie. Soon enough, your phone buzzed with a notification of a text from Ellie. 

E: I’m outside, pretty girl. 

Pretty girl. The nickname she’d adorned you with the night that you’d met. It seemed to stick because when you exchanged numbers, Ellie set your contact name as the pet name. Her texts made your stomach leap– every time you saw her name on your home screen, a little smile crept onto your face. 

R: i’ll be out in a second ❤️

Ellie stared at your text while she waited for you in her car. Letting out a flustered sigh, she shut off her phone and tucked it in her pocket. While she really didn’t want to show it, Ellie was nervous about the date. How could she not be? Everything about you made her heart race, even over text. She considered herself more than lucky to have fucked you, let alone in a public bathroom. 

She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, glancing at your front door every few seconds. Like you, Ellie had also spent a ridiculous amount of time getting ready. She stood in front of her closet for nearly an hour, groaning in frustration as she tossed her button-downs and graphic tees to the floor. Eventually, she settled on one of her nicer flannels and a pair of Dickies she had yet to wear. A shaky breath left Ellie’s lips as she watched you step past your front door, you looked just as stunning as the night she met you. You met Ellie with a broad smile as you slipped into the passenger seat of her beat-up truck. 

“Hey, Ellie,” You greeted her, your voice soft and low. You leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek. “Missed you.” You murmured. 

“You’ve been texting me every day for the last week,” Ellie laughed as her cheeks grew warm. 

“You know what I meant…” You rolled your eyes playfully and slid the seatbelt around your body. “So, what do you have in store for me tonight?”

“Don’t you want it to be a surprise?” Ellie questioned as she put the truck in drive and moved onto the road. 

You let out an exaggerated sigh and reached out to turn the radio on. “If you insist!” You flipped through the stations until a familiar song quietly played through Ellie’s speakers. 

The drive wasn’t long, Ellie asked a few questions about your day, which you happily answered in detail. When she finally parked the car, you were outside a townhouse. The red brick and black accents of the building were softly illuminated by the tall street lamps standing on the sidewalk. “Ellie, is this your place?” You asked, slightly in awe at the vintage aesthetic of the architecture. She nodded, a small smile on her lips. “Is this what you had planned? Taking me to your house and having sex with me?” The words were full of sarcasm but you still wore a playful grin. 

Ellie rolled her eyes and undid her seatbelt. “‘Course not, well– maybe later– but, no. I have something else in mind.” She chuckled.  

You laughed and followed her as she unlocked the front door, your eyes immediately wandering to the houseplants she had on the front steps that led to the entrance. 

“C’mon, this way.” She instructed once you both had kicked off your shoes. Ellie directed you up the stairs, her hand intertwined with yours as you walked together. “Okay, close your eyes,” She placed a hand on your lower back. “No peaking! I’m serious, y/n.” You laughed at her tone and shut your eyes. Ellie opened the door to her bedroom and gently pushed you inside. “Open,” Ellie murmured, her lips gently brushing against your earlobe as she stood behind you.

Your eyes fluttered open slowly, carefully taking in the details of your surroundings. Ellie’s room was decorated with lit candles and a large blanket on the floor. She had a plate of snacks waiting on the blanket, accompanied by a bottle of an expensive-looking wine. 

“What is all of this?” You turned to face her. 

Ellie shrugged and stuffed her hands into her pockets. “Well, I wanted to take your stargazing,” She sat on the blanket and looked up at the skylight above her. “But, it’d be too cold outside for it to be enjoyable. Instead, I figured this would be good enough.” Ellie pat the spot on the blanket beside her, gesturing for you to sit with her. You lie next to her, looking up at the skylight. Your eyebrows raised slightly. 

“Wow,” You muttered as you took in the array of stars above you. 

“If you think that’s cool,” Ellie stood up and went to open her closet. She returned holding a white telescope that looked at least a few years old. Ellie placed it between you, positioning it to face the skylight. “Look at this.” She fidgeted with the telescope for a moment before beckoning for you to sit in front of it. 

You leaned forward and closed one eye, the view of the night sky filling your vision. Ellie sat behind you, one hand on your waist as she spoke quietly about the stars. 

“This is so pretty, Ellie.” You pulled away from the telescope to flash a smile at her. 

“Here,” She nudged the telescope slightly to the right and leaned in to talk into your ear. “See that yellowish dot?” You hummed for a moment until your gaze landed on the dot she was talking about. 

“Yeah, I see it.” You squinted through the telescope as you looked closer. 

“That would be Saturn,” Ellie squeezed your hip gently. “Usually, you can only see it during the late summer through the fall.” You pulled away from the telescope to look at Ellie. 

“You’re really into this, aren’t you? The whole space thing?” Ellie nodded and laughed softly. She shrugged off her flannel and revealed the assembly of tattoos that adorned her arms. You stared at her arms for a moment, your eyes stuck on the way her muscles rippled as she moved. You knew she was muscular based on the way she picked you up with ease in the bathroom of the club, but you hadn’t realized how toned she was. 

“I have a few space tattoos on my arms, actually.” She pointed to a detailed tattoo of the sun and moon on her shoulder. You traced your fingers across the dark ink gently. 

“You are such a nerd, Ellie.” You teased as your eyes flicked upwards to meet hers. She laughed and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you onto her lap. 

“Wouldn’t that make you a nerd by association?” Ellie grinned at you, lips only an inch or two from yours. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You replied in a smug tone as you rest your arms on her shoulders. 

“Oh, come here, you tease.” She pulled you in for a kiss, giggling softly against your lips. Ellie’s hands rested on your thighs as you kissed, her thumbs tracing small circles. 

Before the kiss could progress further, Ellie pulled away and kissed your cheek. “I bought some nice wine and snacks– are you hungry?” 

“Yeah, actually, I’m starving.” You laughed and climbed off her, settling back down on the blanket. As Ellie poured you a glass of wine, you looked around her room. Her wall was covered with posters of bands you’d never heard of, paintings, sketches, and photographs. Glancing at her nightstand, you saw a black and white Polaroid camera. “Are you into photography?” You asked as you stood up and grabbed the camera. 

“Oh, yeah. It’s just a hobby of mine, same thing with painting and drawing.” Ellie shrugged as she watched you inspect the camera. “C’mere, let me see it.” She stood and joined you, gently taking the camera from your hands. “Smile,” Ellie instructed while she raised the camera to her eye. 

“You’re going to take a picture of me?” You giggled. 

“Why not? I think you look beautiful.” Ellie lowered the camera a bit so you could see her eyes again. 

“Well, why don’t you take one of both of us? I think I’d like that better,” You said softly. Ellie bit her lip and nodded, gesturing for you to stand beside her. 

“Come close so you’re in the frame,” Ellie slid her free hand around your waist and turned the lens of the camera to face the two of you. “Ready?” You leaned in and gently placed your lips on her freckled cheek, pausing and waiting for the flash of the camera. Ellie smiled, her eyes closed and her cheeks pink as she took the photo. 

After a moment, the camera spit out a small photo of you and Ellie. She passed it to you, her eyes watching your reaction closely as you saw the Polaroid. 

“This is so cute, Ellie!” You exclaimed, glancing from her to the photo. 

“It’s ‘cause you’re so pretty.” She chuckled. “Maybe you should model for me sometime…” Ellie trailed off, her green eyes wandering to your lips. 

“I wouldn’t mind that,” You smirked and pulled away from her to go and sit on the blanket. As you took a long sip from your glass of wine, Ellie joined you and set the camera next to her. 

Time seemed to pass quickly, and conversation flowed easily between you two. Ellie was…perfect, she laughed at all of your jokes, shared her personal stories, and snuck in affectionate touches. You lay side by side, gazing up at the clear night sky through her skylight. You listened to her ramble quietly about space and astronomy, your eyes focused on Ellie’s face as she looked up at the stars.

It didn’t take long for Ellie to catch you staring at her, her cheeks flushing a reddish color. “What?” She giggled as her gaze traveled from your eyes to your mouth. 

“Nothing, just…watching you.” You sighed. Ellie propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at you. She lightly ran her thumb across your lower lip. 

“Was I boring you?” She uttered as you pursed your lips and kissed her thumb as it pressed against your mouth. 

“No, I love watching you geek out. It’s cute.” You flashed a cheeky grin before Ellie swiftly climbed on top of you. With a knee carefully wedged between your thighs, Ellie raised an eyebrow. 

She narrowed her eyes as she looked down at you. “Don’t you know staring is rude?” Ellie whispered, trailing her fingers from your lips down to the valley between your breasts. 

“Why don’t you do something about it then? Maybe you should teach me a lesson.” You breathed, your eyes dark with neediness as you stared at Ellie. She stared at you in silence for a moment, a small smile on her lips. 

“Okay, if you insist…” Ellie laughed softly and pulled her face away from you, her hips moving to straddle yours. She took your hands and pinned them above your head with her left hand. Biting her lip, Ellie reached past your head and grabbed the camera that was resting a short distance from your body. “Said you wouldn’t mind modeling for me, right?” She cooed as she positioned the camera in front of her eyes with her free hand. A quick white flash lit up the room as Ellie took a photo of you. She set the camera next to her leg and began to slowly tug your shirt up. 

Once your bra was revealed, Ellie inhaled sharply. You watched as her tongue darted out to wet her lips while her eyes studied your body hungrily. She lifted the shirt off your body and tossed it to the side. 

“Pretty.” She hummed, gently rubbing one of your nipples through your bra. Ellie was still holding your hands above your head, leaving you completely to her use. 

“Ellie…” A quiet whimper left your lips as Ellie slid a hand under your bra, toying with your hardened nipple.

“What am I going to do with you? Hm?” Ellie muttered and leaned in to kiss your neck. Her teeth grazed the soft skin as she left small love bites down your neck. She reached down to the center of your bra where a front clasp kept your breasts covered. Ellie’s brows bunched together as she fumbled with the tiny clasp. 

“Need some help?” You teased, a cocky grin on your face. She glared at you and bit her lip before her focus returned to the clasp. Ellie finally undid it, the bra falling from your chest. 

“I know how to take off a bra, you brat,” Ellie said, her voice husky despite the soft laugh she let out after the words left her. Pulling her hands away from you, she found the camera once again and pointed the lens toward your exposed tits. “Play with your tits,” She instructed, covering the blush on her cheeks with the camera. 

You didn’t hesitate to obey her instructions, using your now unrestricted hands to pinch your nipples while you looked up at the camera lens. 

“You’re a natural,” Ellie smirked, and she snapped a photo. You squirmed beneath her, desperate for some sort of friction or relief to the ache burning between your legs. You’d been thinking about this moment all night, wondering if sex between you two could get any better after your quickie in the club bathroom. 

“Please,” You whined, toying with your breasts as you pathetically bucked your hips up into Ellie’s. 

“God, you’re so needy.” She whispered. Ellie raised her hips and began unbuttoning your pants, then pulled them off in one swift motion. 

You spread your legs and revealed your panties to Ellie. You watched her reaction closely, smiling softly as you noticed her breathing grow heavy and her eyes dilate when she saw the wetness soaking through your panties. “Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer.” 

Ellie laughed and shook her head. Without responding to your remark, she grabbed the camera and took a photo of you spreading your legs. “I’m not sure what I want to do to you yet…” She mumbled. Her slender fingers slowly brushed up and down your bare thighs while her eyes lazily trailed up and down your body. 

“Jus’ fuck me, Ellie.” She didn’t hesitate to tug your panties off your legs as soon as the words left your mouth. You moaned as she slipped a finger gently inside your cunt. 

“You’re going to regret being so demanding, pretty girl,” Ellie said as her dark green eyes returned to yours. Her slow pace soon turned quick as she added another finger and began curling her fingers inside you. You writhed uncontrollably beneath her when her digits brushed against an extra sensitive spot inside you. 

She didn’t wait for you to tell her that you were close to your orgasm– Ellie could tell by the way your walls were clenching around her fingers. In an almost teasing manner, Ellie lowered her head slowly and kept her eyes on you as she pressed her tongue against your clit. The sensation practically made you wail– the feeling of her tongue swirling around your needy bud while her fingers fucked into you persistently was more than enough to make you cum. 

You took Ellie’s camera with shaky hands and took a photo of her going down on you. You caught a glimpse of the Polaroid as it spit out of the camera and fell to the floor. Ellie looked just as perfect in the photo as she did in real life, her freckles standing out against her pale skin, her long, dark lashes fanning over her closed eyes while her tongue was pressed against your cunt. Even the messy strands of hair that fell in front of her face looked flawless. 

“I’m- Mmph!” Your breathy words were interrupted by your moans as your back arched and you came all over her tongue. Your breathing was heavy as Ellie removed her fingers from your slit and slowly licked your juices off her fingers. You closed your eyes as you felt Ellie pull away from you and heard her shuffling throughout the room. 

Ellie’s hand carefully pushed your legs open, and you sighed softly. A quick flash brought your attention back to her as your eyes opened and landed on Ellie’s sly grin. 

“Didn’t think I was done with you just yet, did you, pretty girl?” Ellie cooed as she ran her calloused hand up and down your stomach. Your skin was soft and smooth against her calloused fingers. Hesitantly, you looked down at Ellie’s hips where she was wearing a strap-on dildo over her black boxers. While you’d been coming down from your climax, Ellie had stripped down to her boxers and sports bra and slid on her strap. 

The strap was not the same one she’d fucked you with before– in fact, you were almost certain this one was bigger. It was black and seemingly thicker and longer than the last. You whimpered at the sight of the strap, causing Ellie to chuckle. 

“You asked me to fuck you,” Ellie said, her voice low and raspy as she slid the tip of the strap along your wet cunt. “So I’m going to fuck you and teach you a lesson.” You moaned as she slid the dildo against your clit with more pressure. A soft whine escaped you when Ellie pulled away and sat across from you. 

“What’re you doing?” You asked quietly as you sat up and looked at her. 

“If you want to be fucked so bad, why don’t you do it yourself?” She raised an eyebrow. God, she looked so cocky at that moment. It almost annoyed you that she enjoyed teasing you so much. You huffed in frustration and crawled over to her, settling down in her lap. 

Still grinning, Ellie leaned back against the floor. She looked up at you with one hand behind her head, the other loosely gripping your hip. You pouted and placed your hands on her toned stomach. Slowly, you raised your hips and pushed the strap into your dripping slit. 

Almost immediately, the room was filled with your moans and whines while the strap sunk deeper and deeper inside of you. Ellie shut her eyes and her grip on your hip tightened slightly, hushed curse words spilling from her lips. With one hand, Ellie snatched the camera and hurriedly took a Polaroid of you sinking onto the strap, your face contorted in pleasure. 

“So deep…” You panted. Ellie moved her hands up and down your hips, forcefully grinding your hips against her own every time you slid back down on the strap. 

“Taking it so well, fuck,” She groaned and bucked her hips upwards. You threw your head back and moaned loudly when she thrust into you. Ellie’s breathing was heavy, and her hands grasped at your hips so tightly you swore she was going to leave bruises. Her hand wandered, rubbing your lower stomach while she fucked into you. She pressed against your stomach with her hand, causing you to gasp loudly. “Shit, swear I can feel my cock inside of you like this,” She bit her lip and kept her hand on your lower stomach, the pressure making you clench tightly around the toy. 

“S’too much, Ellie!” You cried out and your movements slowed slightly. With her free hand, Ellie slapped your ass just hard enough to sting for a moment. You whimpered and resumed the pace you had been moving at. 

“Don’t stop now, pretty girl, you’re doing so good…” Ellie praised, the hand on your stomach moving down to circle your clit. “Do you need some help? Is that what it is?” She mumbled. 

You nodded quickly and slumped forward, nuzzling your face in her neck while you lazily moved your hips. Her hands ran along your back, tracing the bumps of your spine down until they reached the curve of your ass. She palmed at the flesh, squeezing the fat of your ass as she began to pull your hips up and down the thick strap. You moaned brutally as she slammed into you deeply, the tip of the strap kissing your cervix with each aggressive thrust. 

Ellie pressed you against her body tightly and muttered quiet curses. “I- I’m so close-” You whined. 

“I know, baby, I know,” She breathed with her lips pressed against your ear. You reached down and rubbed your clit while Ellie thrust inside of you. It didn’t take long for your body to begin spasming, long moans and cries of pleasure spilling from your lips. Your climax coursed through your body like a wave, a blinding rush of ecstasy blocking your senses for what seemed like hours as your body grew limp. Even after the initial climax, a more subtle buzz of satisfaction ebbed throughout you. 

“Oh my god,” You whispered. Ellie stroked your hair and laughed softly. 

“You did so good, pretty girl.” She sighed and turned her head. Her gaze landed on the camera before she glanced down at you. “Smile, baby.” Ellie reached out and turned the lens of the camera to face the two of you. She kissed the top of your head as she pressed the button and the camera froze the image of you smiling weakly in Ellie’s arms.  ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ tags: @ximtiredx , @asteroidzzzn , @ellabsprincess as always, reblogs, replies, and likes are appreciated<33

[diorcities]

ho portato le stelle a letto

req: I'm ovulating and the only thing I can think of is cockwarming w haechan while counting his moles because I'm horny but also emotional and I just wanna give that man a baby🌋🔥

pairing: haechan x reader

genre: smut kinda, fluff

content: cockwarming, domestic love, nothing else actually.

wc: 700+

an: thank u anon !! sorry for the delay, i was really invested on strawberries and cigarettes, hope you like it <3 we just reach 800 followers aaaaaa tysm

masterlist — message me !

you hear haechan curse his reflection in the mirror in front of the bed. he's staring at his face, contracted in an annoyed grimace. “what's wrong?” you ask, stopping your reading. “a pimple just showed up,” he breathes.

you leave the book on your nightstand, and get up from the mattress, approaching him from behind. the fresh fragrance due to his recent shower reaches your nose, gently inhaling the soft skin of the nape of his neck. haechan, let you rock his body side to side, as your hands caress his chest. peaking over his shoulder, you look at him. “it's ok, honey,” you whisper.

haechan paid little to no attention to your words, as he's very invested in studying his face in hopes of finding other beauty marks. you stay in silence, knowing how much he cares about his appearance. “we have matching pimples,” you notice, grabbing his chin and making him look at you. a small laugh leaves his lips. “we do,” he recognizes. “since we both have pimples…,” you comment, “shall we do a skincare routine?”.

a small nod makes you go to the restroom. the moment you return to the bedroom, haechan is sitting on the bed, his head resting on the headboard. you make your way to him, sitting with legs crossed in front of him. “should we make each other skin care?” he suggests, watching you smile widely.

“yes.”

his hands go to your waist, getting closer to him and making you sit on his lap. your hands work on the pimple patches. haechan does the same, taking out a pair of them. his free hand going to your chin, to have a better look at your face. you hear him murmur a song. he's concentrated, as he bites his lips, trying to put the patch on the right spot. once he's done, you proceed to do the same.

“where should i put it?” you ask him, brushing his hair off his forehead. he points a finger to a spot in his cheek, asserting the pimple, making you wonder how much he stared at it to know exactly where it was. the pair of round circles adorn his cheeks once you finished. “now, ten minutes,” you inform. “make yourself comfortable, ma'lady”. 

the book on your nightstand was no longer interesting, as you found yourself studying your boyfriend's face, wishing that he could see himself through your eyes, so he could finally realize how gorgeous he was, with or without those imperfections that made him rare. “you're staring, weirdo,” you hear him murmuring. his eyes still close. “i'm not,” you deny, looking elsewhere.

“horrible, isn't it?” he asks, opening his eyes. you look at him, immediately knowing what he is referring to. “of course no, haechan,” you whisper. “perfect.” you watch him shake his head, slowly. “perfect to me.”

“how about everyone else?” he asks. “well…, perfection is subjective,” you point out, “it's impossible to be perfect for everyone since there are different standards,” you reply. “we're growing and changing, it's normal that our bodies change too.” 

“it's not the end of the world,” you whisper, rubbing your thumb in his hand. you see him detach his head from the headboard and sit upright, face to face, inches away from you. “it's not the end of the world,” he repeats, before going in for a kiss. your eyes opening as soon as you notice the bulge under you. looking at him in awe. 

“what can i say? i adore when you go smarty pants.”

“smarty pants?” you asks, while his hands go to the waistband of your pajamas. he tossed them off right away. “mmm… makes me hard.” you laughed. “but we're doing skin care right now, remember?”. “you're right.” 

he let you go when you got up to throw away the patches, returning with some tissues and lotions. you sit in the same place as you were before. haechan pretends to read your book, opening his eyes in surprise when he feels you pulling his underwear to free his length. 

“i thought we were doing skin care.”

“i mean, we can still do.” before sliding his cock inside you. “so…, this contains niacinamide and this one retinol,” you inform. “retinol.” “okay.”

he starts applying the lotion in your face, gently rubbing circles waiting for your skin to absorb the product. your fingers did the same, making sure to be extra careful. your attention being diverted from the main target. finding yourself tracing paths in his skin.

haechan noticed it, and remained silent.

his moles forming constellations. a whole galaxy in his cheeks. and neck. more hiding under his shirt. splashing his body. how many could you count, before losing track? how many of them are, and how many of them your eyes don't know yet?

“ho portato le stelle a letto,” you quote the book you were reading. you hear him giggle. “what does that mean?” he asks while rocking you in his arms.

i took the stars to bed.

[tieronecrush]

HELLO CONGRATS ON YOUR MILESTONE ILY <3

obviously I am sending you a smut prompt 🛍️ this one makes my brain go fuzzy

“can you look at me? please?”

and I would love that with literally any Pedro boy you like but I'm feeling either Dieter (bc this man is observed constantly but rarely ever seen I think) or Frankie (bc he do be beggin)

TYSM HANNY BANANNY ILY TOO BESTIE

the idea of dieter asking to be seen just overcame me when i sat down to write this so it is him <3

dieter bravo x f!reader

18+ ONLY, MDNI - no other warnings on my drabbles

After midnight on this random Saturday night, or technically Sunday morning, you find yourself in the bed of your latest match off of your new dating app — Dieter.

Academy Award-Winning actor Dieter fucking Bravo.

To be fair, you hadn’t seen the film he won for, Hunger Strike, and only saw stuff about his featured role in Cliff Beasts 6 and the documentary that was made out of the behind-the-scenes shitshow that was creating that movie.

To you, it had been a fluke that you’d been accepted onto Raya, the app you’d matched with him through. You garnered a generous amount of Instagram followers for posting your art, and have ended up having an extremely successful career selling your originals and prints. During a wine night with your friends, you’d been drunkenly convinced to apply for an invitation onto the app — one of your friends had been accepted a few months before and had been basically a reference for you. It was all very official, and it had gotten you some pretty good matches: actors, YouTubers, photographers, agents, and more.

This was new for you though — it was normally one dinner or drinks, or heading straight to the hookup. You’d done minimal chatting before all of these meetups, but things were different with Dieter. He’d messaged you first, and you’ve been talking for at least two weeks and FaceTiming while he’s been finishing up filming in Canada.

He was actually kind of…sweet.

There was no pressure in your conversations, and no awkward silences when you FaceTimed. His messages made you laugh, made you smile, even gave you butterflies when he complimented your work or called you “a spectacularly arresting genius.”

And after all of those days and nights spent getting to know each other and exchanging spiraling ideas from your chaotic minds, you have ended up here in his California king with the softest linen sheets you’ve ever felt — currently straddling him after he made you come with his fingers and his mouth.

He fills you up completely when you’re fully seated on his hips, soft whimpers echoing through his massive primary bedroom. His fingertips are gripping tight to your hips, surely leaving bruises under their wake when he moves them to your thighs to give you full mobility of your hips.

“Fuck, babygirl, you’re a fucking vision over me right now.”

He sits up, one arm wrapping around your back as a moan of your name leaves his lips at the feeling of you finally starting to ride him, lifting and grinding your hips around his cock. His mouth latches onto one of your breasts, kissing the velvety skin and sucking at your nipple. The pleasure stutters your movements, a gasp projecting from your lungs when Dieter fucks up into you, his slapdash pace shaking your thighs as his hit against you.

“Oh my god, Dieter…” Your breathy call to him is punctuated with a high-pitched whine, your head rolling back and eyes screwed shut. All you can manage to reciprocate is circling your hips while his cock drives hard against your walls, the tip of him nailing that spongy spot in you with every thrust. A vice grip is taut through your forearms and hands, digging your nails into the skin of his broad shoulders.

“Can you look at me? Please?” The sincerity in his tone snaps your head forward and your eyes blink open, finding him less than a foot away from you. Steamy air spills from both of your ajar mouths, the tenderness — no, the vulnerability in his eyes is palpable. The intensity of his stare glues yours to his, the only exchanges besides flashes of pleasure in irises being sultry exhales that you both swallow from the other.

“Tell me how it feels for you, babygirl. Wanna hear your voice, please.”

You struggle at first to find any words for this moment, finally clearing all the jumbled thoughts about him to give you something to say.

“I feel so…connected to you. Hasn’t ever felt like this before. Like, a whole ‘nother level…”

“I feel it too, babygirl. Can’t even describe it, really. You fit me like a puzzle piece — your sweet pussy, your curves against me, even your fucking wildly brilliant brain. Could do this all day and night with you, baby, if it always feels like this.”

“Fuck, Dieter, ‘m close, I-I—”

“Let go, beautiful girl, come for me. Wanna feel you all over me, squeezing me.”

It’s a fall from grace — if you could call what you were doing graceful. Blinding hot pleasure radiates all over your skin, vibrating at every point he is connected to you. His name falls from your lips over and over, even a soft thank you thrown in the midst of your visions of heaven. Dieter was guiding you through the winding orgasm, his own hips continuing to hit up against your thighs before they stutter, his warm release coating your walls and extending your euphoria while you watch him come undone under you.

Chests rise and fall at an exponentially slower rate while you both float down, coming back into your bodies and locking into that same intense eye contact from before. It’s a silent transfer of energy until Dieter breaks the quiet first, his palms skating up your thighs with a trail of goosebumps.

“Is it too soon to ask to see you again?”

[sheenashifts1217]

hello! ^-^ i just saw your post about shufflemancy, and if you're still taking requests, i would love to get a message from dean winchester (he/him) from my supernatural dr.

my name is ange or angelica (she/her). i don't really have any specific questions. anything that comes through i will be happy with!

tysm for doing this for the community!! getting a reading helps so much with motivation it's crazy 🫶 and i personally LOVE shufflemancy because music means so much to me. if you decide to do this, please take your time, i'm in no rush. take care!! 🫂💕

Hello, pretty!! You’re so kind. I love doing shufflemancy and learning more about it. I love it so much because music means a lot to me as well. Im also really excited to do this reading because I love supernatural!

What Dean wants to say to you:

First song:

Lyrics standing out:

“I’m so glad you made time to see me

Your guard is up

I left them there to die

This is me swallowing my pride

I’m sorry

Nothing but missing you

Wishing I realized

All the time

I haven’t been sleeping

Your birthday passed

Watch you laughing from the passenger side (I literally saw you laughing in his impala while y’all ride with the windows down. Sam sitting in the back seat pouting)

Gave me all your love (he feels that you’re the best thing that has and will ever happen to him. Awww)

Freedom

Change my own mind

Your sweet smile

So good to me

So right

You saw me cry

I swear I’d love you right

I’d go back in time and change it, but I can’t”

Oh girl, the love this man feels for you is DEEP. I’m picking up on a slow burn between you guys in the past. He hates that his guard was up so high when you guys first met or maybe started getting close and he pushed you away at first. He hates that he did that and he’s so sorry. But, you stayed anyway, even when he did push you away and he’s very grateful for that. He’s almost jealous of you because of how kind hearted and patient you are with him. It pisses him off lmao. He wants to be more like you. He says, “you make me better”. He worries he will ruin you or take away your “Pureness”, but he will never leave you. He doesn’t like that you put yourself in danger for him. He feels like he doesn’t deserve it. He wants you to hold him at night. He has a soft spot for you, but he said “you already know that”. Ever since that day you saw him at his most vulnerable and showed him that it’s okay to be vulnerable and you accept him, he’s felt like he owes you the world. He loves you so much and wants to keep you pure.

Second song:

Lyrics standing out:

“Feeling destructive

Let me break it down

Build it up

Let me be honest

Wanted to protect you

We ain’t that different (he sees himself in you, the part of him that he thought he lost)

Don’t you walk away from me

See the mansions

Falling for weakness

I know you love when I sing

Pray I get through”

Idk why, but I kept seeing that scene of him as a kid at Christmas time. He’s a self destructive person due to the trauma he’s been through. He doesn’t want to put that onto you, but he knows you’re willing to listen. He needs your reassurance. He’s afraid of saying too much and scaring you away. He sees himself in you, the part he locked away because he thought it made him weak. You amaze him because you’re like that part of him but you’re so strong. You make him feel like a kid again. He wants to sheild you from the world and wants you to always come to him and open up. He also LOVES your car rides together and when you tell him he’s a bad singer. He really loves your smile and always wants to be the reason for it. He also really wants to dance with you.

Overall, Dean put up a lot of walls in his past and didn’t know what to do when you broke them down. Im hearing “Heart attack”, by One Direction, playing in my head. That may mean something to you. He’s so happy you tore those walls down. Now he needs you to guide him without him. Like a horse getting used to not having to wear blinders anymore. Like he has so much freedom now, he doesn’t know how to use it. He wants to be able to guide you in the same way. He would give you the world. He loves how you two are playful with each other and have a very “puppy love” relationship.

Happy shifting, my love. I hope this resonates and please give feedback :) 🫶💗

Edit: also, I’m not sure if he is your s/o or not. I picked up on either him being your s/o, but I also kind of felt like a best friend kind of energy. Could be a best friends to lovers? Either way, he loves you deeply and wants you to know that. Whether it be platonically or romantically

[corrieguards]

What would Fives be like with a crush? What about Kix?

I love these, it’s gotta be a thing now. The end. You write so well and I reread your fics and these clone crush headcanons over and over again!

send me a random anon ask 🖤

Okay, first of all TYSM!! Anytime someone tells me they re-read my fics it always surprises me. Ty, that literally made my day🥹🩵 Also, I’m def enjoying these crush headcanons so yes, feel free to keep ‘em coming!!

Alright, let’s get into these two handsome bois

Fives

The best way I can describe Fives with a crush is “little boy in the playground who pulls your pigtails”

He would tease you relentlessly. I'm talking literally borderline annoying. He’s just trying to flirt with you. The problem is that his version of flirting always ends up almost just straight up insulting you.

Cheesy pick up lines galore.

Has so many inside jokes with you

Tries to make you laugh any opportunity he gets.

Gossips with you all the time.

He somehow notices everything. Can easily sense your mood and bounce off of it accordingly call it ARC trooper instincts

Although he does flirt with you constantly, and is seemingly the epitome of confidence - I still think he would be slightly hesitant to actually taking the big step to asking you out. He recognises that he’s a clone trooper and being in a relationship with him wouldn't be the easiest thing for you.

When he does ask you out he does so surprisingly shyly, like he’s half expecting you to say no.

But is positively overjoyed when you say yes and is picking you up and twirling you around before you can stop him.

He is just all round a sweetheart and tries very hard to keep your relationship as fun and positive as possible, even amidst a war.

Kix

Kix, pretty boi Kix. I’ve touched on this before in this post, but I feel like Kix would be the ultimate caring bf. And because of this then I think this would also pass on to any potential crushes he might have.

He can be a little shy and cold at first, because he doesn’t really know what to do with these feelings. But if you're patient with him he will eventually relax and let you start to see more and more of his true self.

Similar to Cody, Kix would have a huge soft spot for his crush. I’m talking sending little messages to check up on you, making sure you’ve eaten/drunk enough… You get what I’m saying.

Also, if you ever ended up in his med-bay, he’s going to be extra soft and gentle with you. Plus also very very worried for you, even if the injury isn't at all serious. The other boys Jesse tease him relentlessly for it.

I headcanon Kix has having a very unique sense of humor. Think dry and sarcastic. Not many people outside of his brothers get to see that side of him, but if he has a crush on you he will start showing you his more playful side.

When he does work up to asking you out, he'll be very nervous and it will come out a little stiff and awkward. But he'll quickly relax back to his usual self once you agree.

If you're really lucky, he'll even grace you with one of those pretty smiles of his.

[nadvs]

hi nadia these days all i could think about was the 10 year old rafe having his little crush on reader, speculating that maybe it's mutual, to meet her again after so many years of avoiding her.. surely, the number of times he must have wanted to tell her things but couldn't because his grief wouldn't allow it, to have kissed her, i feel that fire you mention it must be raging inside him, burning with desire amidst so much accumulated pain. your story is wonderful, and how you weave all of that together is amazing. the previous anon talking about yearning was very accurate, i've been pondering the matter for days. i love what you're doing with HBH😩🩷🙏🏻

BABY THANK YOU 😭💘 i just love the idea of a villain character being known before they became a villain character, yfm 😩 like everyone else sees rafe as this aggressive asshole but there’s ONE person who knew his soft nature and believes he still has it even though he doesn’t think he can feel love anymore!! what kills me abt rafe’s character is that if he just had one person in his corner, maybe he wouldn’t spiral into madness. maybe one girl’s love would be enough to keep him steady. so a childhood best friend who, despite every effort he made to push her away, still has patience and love for him? her being in danger would make him go FERAL!! tysm for reading and messaging 🥹

[v3nusxsky]

i’m so in love in your writing skills babe xx you have no idea how much you makes me feel so happy tysm

Could I request motherly lady lesso where the reader has trouble with eating (anorexia) & often have very bad panic attacks because of that and lesso try her best to help her with comforting and etc please❤️

I struggle with that so bad rn.

Hey lovely thank you so much love that makes my day that they have this effect on you. You all provide me with the motivation to write and continue posting so thank you for the support <3 it wasn’t something I planned on doing more off just a way to get over a nasty breakup but I’m so glad now I write more it makes me truly happy.

Chosen Momma

*Authors note| another sensitive topic so I'm going to try and do the prompt the some justice. Again everything I write comes from my own experiences so please be gentle and if anyone is struggling with this my messages are open*

Trigger warnings~ anorexia and panic attacks

Prompt~see ask^^^^

Mothers. Certainly a funny concept. The one person who is supposed to nurture, comfort and support you as you navigate life. Yet yours, well she did the opposite. So much so you couldn't help but feel relieved when you joined the school for Evil. Your mother being an Ever, now refused to even acknowledge your existence. At first you thought you'd be sad, that you were not seeing your mother. After all you only get one mother. Yet you didn't feel sad, no you just felt freedom.

Your struggle with eating has been present for years. Certain foods would cause extreme reactions for you, resulting in panic attacks. Sometimes you would have good days, but naturally you also had bad days. And on those days you couldn't help but wish to have someone to hold you and guide you through the process. Recovery was a long road, one that contained a lot of twists and bumps. The bends were sharp and honestly, it was a treacherous path to travel alone.

Since arriving at the school, you had done your best to hide your illness, you didn't want to appear weak. Weakness is not something a Never should show, you'd had that drummed into you from day one. Making a conscious effort to do well. Maybe because you wanted those grades or maybe it was due to a certain red head. When you arrived you were instantly drawn to her. She seemed to attack your gaze effortlessly. Teaching attachments are a serious thing. And on the first day you had not planned for Lady Lesso to be your attachment. Yet the world works in mysterious ways and you soon found yourself in that situation.

Lesso seemed to have a soft spot for you, you knew that with how she treated you. In fact, you now found yourself searching for her any time you two were in the same room. On the hardest days, a smile from her would brighten your day, giving you a small beacon of light to guide you. Yes Lesso was more of a mother to you these past months than your mother had been in years. And as hard as that was to admit it was a pure fact.

The day she found out of your illness, you'll never forget the sadness that lingered in her eyes, she was desperate to help in some way. As much as you knew you had done the right thing telling her, yet you felt so guilty seeing the pain it caused. And that was the night that you made a promise to the Dean, you would find her whenever you were struggling. And on those days you had helped Lesso know exactly how to help you. Exactly what you craved and needed to get through this. Maybe just maybe, having her by your side to guide you through it al would be helpful for you.

On this particular day, the food being served in the food hall seemed to be massively terrifying. You sat, gaze unfocused, starring at the plate of food as if it was the most scary monster to be imagined. You could feel yourself being swept up in the panicked thoughts, your heart racing as if it was beating at the speed light travels. It was hurting your heart. Was it going to beat out of your chest? You vaguely remember being told that when you felt as though a hand was plunged into your chest and squeezing your heart like a vice, that you should try to sit up straight. Yet your body seemed to just want to fold in half. Your vision was the next thing to deteriorate. You vaguely remember a pressure on your shoulder before you lost consciousness.

You conciseness began to flood your body once more, you instantly noted the change of environment. You were no longer in the noise hall, you were in the safety of Lady Lesso's office. The women was sat by your head, stroking through your hair to provide comfort. Only when you were fully back in the present did she help you sit up and pulled you into a loving embrace. Immediately stepping into the motherly mode. Her hand never left your hair as she rocked gently with you in her arms, whispering repeatedly words of love and support. "Oh my little dove, are you okay my darling? Is your chest still sore little one?"

You took a few more steady breaths before attempting to answer her, "I'm okay momma it is still hurting slightly but it's much better now momma" you mumbled soaking in her embrace. You'd been calling Lesso momma now for a few months, it had slipped out during a particularly bad attack and luckily she felt honoured you saw her as your chosen momma. If she could provide you with what you truly deserved and you felt comfortable with that title then who was she to deny you such a comfort. You had told her about how your mother would handle this, and to have the complete opposite from the one and only Dean of Evil was just overwhelming.

The softer side of Lesso was one that only a select few people had the pleasure of seeing it, so the fact you were one filled your heart with joy. Whenever you had bad days, where everything felt too much you knew you could come and seek comfort in your momma's embrace. Knowing she would hold you till you had weathered the storm. Only then when you were calm, she would get you some of your safe foods and encourage you to eat. "Eat my darling, take as long as you need and I'll be here with you my little one" was her constant reminder that you would never be alone and there was no pressure to eat any faster than you could handle. She wouldn't leave you because of this illness, in fact she was going to stay and help you recover. And that made your heart fill with love. Who said a mother is formed by sharing blood and DNA?

Word count~ 1137

[lady-of-endless]

Hello! May I please request a one piece matchup? If you're too busy please feel free to delete! <3

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BASICS

Name: Mochi

Gender: Female (she/her)

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual (any gender match is ok!)

SIGNS AND TYPES

Zodiac: Libra sun, Libra moon, Leo rising

MBTI: INFP

Enngram: 4; the individualist

Alignment: Chaotic good

House: Slytherin

Love Language (Giving): Physical touch, quality time

Love Language (Receiving): Quality time, gift giving

PERSONALITY

Likes: Video games, reading, drawing, writing, crochet, cross stitch, Sanrio, frogs, mushrooms, cows, coffee, sweets, summertime

Dislikes: Chores (executive dysfunction), cold weather, bitter foods, crowded places, overload of sounds (sensory issue)

Personality: I'm a very quiet person, but I'm also very friendly and bubbly. I love making friends even though I have social anxiety around new people. I'm not the most talkative, though I can hold a conversation: I'm a great listener, at least! I love spending time with my loved ones, especially my special person. I try really hard to make people feel welcome and relaxed when they're around me. Despite being quiet, I'm generally quiet communicative. When it comes to negative feelings it does have to be dragged out of me a bit, but otherwise I'm an open book!

I'm very chill most of the time, and can be very laid back. More a follower personality. I can be a bit cavalier as I deal with everything through (often quite dark) humor, but if I ever make someone genuinely uncomfortable I'm good to stop. I do need to be told peoples feelings directly though as I'm not a good judge of others unless I already know them well. Because of this I don't sus out peoples intentions well and see the best even when maybe it's not there. I'm pretty naive and gullible tbh. If you dig my humor, though, I'm really funny.

I'm very mental health aware. I suffer from anxiety and bipolar II, so I can be a lot. That being said, I'm very observant with those I love and very good at dealing with ups and downs in myself and others. I'm very introspective and always in my head for better and worse. I'm always striving to better myself, but tend to doubt myself and give into negative self talk.

I value my found family above all else. There's nothing I wouldn't do for them and I've been told I'm too loyal. I also value accountability, a growth mindset, and ambition.

Im very indoorsy and a bit of a homebody. That being said, I don't mind being spontaneous from time to time or going out if there's something interesting to do.

I have my moments of insecurity for sure but I'm pretty confident most of the time. Like I said, I'm an open book - I'm not shy to talk about anything with someone who asks and is seemingly well-intentioned! I honestly just have a huge interest in how people think and love picking their brains lol. I also love silly theorheticals for this very reason.

I'm a big softie who unsuccessfully pretends to be a tough guy. I've got a major weakness for cute things and wouldn't hurt a fly in reality. Soft candy with a gooey centre fr.

APPEARANCE

Hair: I have shoulder-length very dark brown wavy hair with a side part and grown out fringe. My hair is plain but it's soft!

Eyes: I have beautiful, big chocolate brown eyes with long lashes. They're one of my favourite parts of myself!

Body: I have olive skin, a pear figure, and am overweight. I have about 7 smallish tattoos, and piercings in my lips, ears, and nose.

Style: usually I'm very hobo-chic with all sweats but my preferred style is either full alt or cute pink dresses and bows.

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Tysm for your time! Don't hesitate to message me if you have any questions!

Author's Note: Thank you so much for this request and how detailed and well structured it is! It made my work really enjoyable. As a side note, you seem such a nice person. Hope you'll enjoy it! 🌹

I ship you with...Trafalgar D Water Law!

(lovely gif is not mine, please show appreciation to the OP)

- Your chill and laid-back way of being is what naturally draws him to you. Afterwards, your bubbly side is what keeps him close, all whipped and annoyed.

- He hates to admit that you are exactly what he needed.

- You both seem loyal, mature and ambitious. Once he discovers those traits in you, he decides that he wants you close. An ally, maybe. That's what he sees in you initially.

- A softer demeanor is what Law needs to heal from his past. You being a softie is what will keep him getting better. Is also a side of you that he wants to keep as a secret, not wanting others to try to use it as manipulation.

- Being introspective is a mutual trait so at times, it will be a little complicated for you to figure out and communicate what's happening between you two.

- He's the first to notice that you're feeling anxious. Maybe because he's a doctor or maybe because he worries for you, who knows? (Hint: It's both.)

- The innocent gullibility you mentioned is something that triggers Law to take care of you. And also to tease you, good luck.

- Soft hair? Lay next to him as he's studying and let him run his fingers through your hair while he's reading.

- A cute scenario? You two would have late night convos about tattoos and piercings. Both being half asleep, talking about what other tattoos or piercings you want/consider cool.

- About your style, I think you two would make a great power couple when you go for the alternative aesthetic. If you go for the cute pink aesthetic, there's something about it that makes him whipped.

[lady-raidia]

Hiii how are you??

Do you have headcanons for dating Elendil?

Tysm!! 💖💖💖☺️

I deadass passed away when you messaged me omfg! 💕 I hope it's not cringe to say this but I was binge-reading your blog with another account and it inspired me to start my own writing blog! Also, I'm so in love with your writings, I literally read them 100 times (Elendilf is having us all in a chokehold and I can't complain 💀).

Note: This is my first headcanon and I hope you like it! I tried to write in order but it just came over me and I was utterly lost in an Elendilf trance. So I think I kind of mixed up a dating/as a lover headcanon but I really really hope you still enjoy it! 💕 Please feel free to request more if you have anything you would like to read! 💕

Thank you so much for being the first one to request @starlady66 💕!

My requests are open, just simply message me by clicking the "request here" button on my blog! :)

Or click here *click*

🌙 Elendil Dating Headcanons 🌙

Since the passing of his wife, he didn't believe that he will fall in love again

I am a firm believer that he is the kind of man to fall in love at first sight

He loved his first wife with all of his heart and I’m assuming that he loved her from the second they met

So, the first time he laid eyes on you his whole world changed

He tried to shake his feelings off because he felt guilt towards his first wife

But soon after your first meeting, his dreams were always about you. His chest would ache in the morning when he realized that you were only holding him in his dreams

And because he couldn’t get rid of this feeling he started talking to you more and you two also ate dinner together from time to time

It took him some time but as soon as he realized that he needs to stay true to his feelings he would officially ask you if he can court you (of course you said yes!)

He might be a captain that got shaped by the roughness of the sea but he would be so soft towards you omfg

Your number one supporter! No matter what you do he will always cheer your on

Will catch you when you fall - literally and metaphorically

He might seem calm and reasonable most of the time  but when you are in danger or someone is trying to hurt you, he will go full rage mode and protect you/will fight for you

he will SMOTHER you in affection (and you love it!)

He will give you nicknames like „my little star“ or „my moonlight“

The first thing you see in the morning is Elendil covering your mouth with kisses

After that, he will tell you how much he loves you and that you are the most beautiful being he has ever seen

If he had to get up early in the morning, he will make sure to hug you tightly when he comes back and place a thousand kisses on your forehead

When he has to travel somewhere, he will always come back with a gift for you

likes to spoil you with gifts that have a special meaning to him. For example a map of the star constellation you saw together on one of your dates. Or a necklace in the shape of your favourite flower

but what he really loves doing is doing things together:

Going for walks when the sun sets, watching the stars and him showing you the constellations of the different stars, MAKING SURE YOU KNOW HOW TO SWIM (I’m sorry)

One night when you both look up to the sky he will show you a star constellation that he named after you

Every time when he is gone you have to look up to the sky and search for those stars, so even when you’re not together you are still looking at the same night sky

He is very keen on marrying you since he is afraid someone might try to steal you (as if someone could compare to Elendilf) also he is low-key possessive 

In fact, the first time you kissed you had to promise him that you will marry him someday

Of course, you said yes, because his kisses made you weak

They can be gentle and soft but sometimes it feels like a storm is coming over you when his lips press hard against yours and his beard is scratching on your chin

He would never admit it but he is scared of losing you like he lost his first wife. That’s why he makes sure you feel loved at all times!

Thank you so much for reading, my moon children! <3

[tuliptic]

♥️ Hello there! how have you been? I hope you've been well <333!

I'd like to participate in your "How will your Valentine's Day be like?" game, tysm for this lovely opportunity :3.

♥️ password : 🌷

♥️ my initials : C.C

♥️ The 2 PAC's that you created that completely tugged my heart (like no other boy has 😀...lol jk *I think*) :

"what sort of gift you are to people around you?"

for this PAC, I chose pile 2, and I resonated so SOO much to this reading that the beautiful words written in this reading (along the photos taken) became entirely unforgettable- like there would be times where I would just search around for PAC's to read (for both entertainment purposes and just b/c it's uplifting in ways I think others can relate to) and I would think back to "that one PAC" which would be this PAC b/c of how heard I felt. This reading really, and specifically, described who I was as a person and the kinds of genuine and compassionate intentions I intend to express/show. I felt heard since there would be times where I'd fear that my intentions or my actions are misinterpreted by others, so I stress and emphasize the acts of kindness (possibly to a fault), and knowing that I'm doing enough that it's seen by others, makes me happy. so thank you <3.

" 'you keep me awake at night,' they said but why? how?"

for this PAC, I also chose pile 2! ... okay so UH LOL, I'm a sucker for the PAC's that centers romance/FS (and I try not to rely my hopes for romance in the future on the FS pac's no worries!), but it also roots from the very fact that I'm a hopeless romantic as a whole, so yeah! when you posted this PAC, although I'm a single pringle, I just asked my guides this PAC's question regarding my FS ahah. I liked this reading the most because the illustrations you drew comforted me in a way- like it felt nostalgic (since as a child I drew the simple flowers and the such with vibrant colors, so I felt like it would be wrong to bypass this post that brought me a sense of peace and comfort), so I went towards this post and voila the reading I read made me smile. It made me smile the way I would have whenever I got boba tea LMAO. The reading for pile 2 felt like this calming and oh-so-loving message that felt like it was meant to be read. I love knowing what it would be like between me and my FS, and I've realized a funny pattern whenever I chose a pile from PAC's centering FS, and one of those patterns was in this reading, so it kind of was like a "ding ding 🛎️ confirmation perhapsssss?" YEP MHM :3 (I totally am not rereading this PAC or anything AHAH..*I am*)

I unfortunately don't have insta anymore so I can't follow you on instagram, but I sure hope and wish for any passerby to take interest in following your page, b/c I'm certain it's as lovely as your Tumblr page!!!

(wow this is spooky but I went on my love-playlist on Spotify and the song "Valentine" by Laufey just came on ERM? 😳 LIKE IM NOT EVEN KIDDING)

Also, I'm aware of the instructions I've followed, but I hope it's alright for me to add onto something of my own! I felt called to do this, so don't worry, I don't have any malice or suspicious intentions if that's what you could be wary about (I'm adding onto this heads up because I'm scared myself that my actions could be misinterpreted or some sort :'D). I just feel like I should input some songs that remind me of you (vibe/energy-wise) :

Love Affair by UMI

Irene by Jimmy Brown

Love Talk by WayV

Fukashigi No Carte

Comedy (Spy x Family)

I chose these songs because the majority of them is melodic, cheery/cutesy, and has a lot of depth and meaning in the lyrics. BUT although that's kind of the "majority" of it, the song that contradicts the cutesy parts of the songs would be "Love Talk" by WayV, because well if you listen to it and the meaning/implication of the lyrics- THEN WELL YEAH LMAO. Basically I'm trying to say that that's how your energy/overall vibe feels to me. It's like a duality of this soft/calming aura (which I felt strongly from your page's format/design) that is contradicted and mixed with this straightforward/direct and slightly impulsive aspect of yours (but it's like a very welcoming energy! which led to me following you tbh).

♥️

ANYWAYSSS have a wonderful day/evening/night wherever you are! Thank you so much for your time and energy, and I hope you take care too <3333, happy Chinese Valentine's Day as well!!

Thank you for your feedback! I enjoy reading them to the point idk how to put them into words, and thank you for the songs! I'll prolly drop by later to let you know what I think about them but I listened to them when I do your reading so... Yeah it's fun! Also I get what you mean with the duality. I wanted to have a soft aesthetic but me? Nothing soft about me I’m just a chaotic ball of fun and light hehet!

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How will Xiexieera's Valentine's be?

You: Temperance

This card legit flipped. Like it slid out from my hands, flipped flopped and dropped itself perfectly on the part/place I wanted it to be. It’s my first time seeing a card drop itself so prettily and gracefully. And that talks about your energy, about you during your Valentine’s Day. There’s this balance and grace that you have, where you’re very conscious about what you can do, what effects you have on your person, how you want to proceed with the relationship. There’s actually another Temperance card in your spread and hence, the theme of balance and moderation is very significant in your relationship. I’m seeing more of a balance with yourself instead of a balanced give-and-take with your person.

I have a feeling that you are excited for the date with your person (I’m seeing day time instead of night so maybe you have the day off or it’s on a weekend?). You probably haven’t met them in a long while and things may have been stagnant? Which is why the excitement. I’m seeing that you dress up really, really nice, like a princess, but deep in you, you’re an empress. So it’s like… Lemme reconstruct my words. You may dress slightly younger than your age, which you definitely can pull off. But there’s this matured and gentle energy that you have below the excitement. I’m feeling a warm and gentle energy here. This would probably be you during then. You’ve been through a lot and this relationship helped you to find your personal alignment, allowed you to heal, and you’ve been content with this relationship you’re in. Satisfied, comfortable, being in your skin have never felt this good to you. For some reason, god knows why, I’m seeing a bowling date. I don’t know why. But it explains a bit, where you may wear something sporty and makes you look younger than your actual age.

Them: The Sun

They’ve been wanting to spend some alone time with you from the crowd at school/work. Things have been rough on their side as well and also within themselves, where it’s like they’re also fixing whatever issues they’re facing. There’s some sort of personal alignment here, although they’re pretty much in their head. But there’s also a Lover’s card here which definitely talks about the relationship as a destined relationship (there’s a Destiny card here too). I’m seeing that this person is pretty young at heart but still has a grounded energy to them, tho the fiery energy stands out more lmAO. They can be pretty proud at times so you gotta make sure to not feed their ego too much. Even with all these, your person loves you and has always been there for you. They’ve been waiting for you and they’re basically over the moon when you’ve agreed to date them, and they really have worked hard to earn your approval. 

I think you’re the one who suggested the bowling date cuz you noticed how they’ve been stressed up and you just want them to relax. You sometimes take up the caretaker role and make sure that they’re taking care of themselves. I don’t know why but I’m seeing that this person may be younger than you hELP.

Overall: The Devil

I don’t see any spicy energy from this card. Most probably one of you has Capricorn placements. That’s all I can capture from this. But then, I do have extra messages. This date will bring you much bliss and limitless joy, and most of all, it will make you both review the purpose of this relationship you both share. You’ve been there for each other with willing hearts and hands, and that you’ve focused on the wholeness of the relationship. But, have you focused on each other and yourself individually? This is something to think about. But your person, oh my, aren’t they romantic. “Hug me, hold me, love me like your life depends on it.” Imagine you hugging them tightly, they’ll prolly end up in tears from how you hugged them.

You’ve prolly been worried and having some fears due to them being younger but whatever they do just assures you that they love you a lot. They’ve been wanting to ask you out quite some time ago before you date, even during the dating phase as well, worried that you’ll be too busy to entertain them, which explains why they may end up in tears from you hugging them hshshshs. You probably know them from a shared community so there’s something to watch for. And they prolly like sending you cheesy messages. Very air kinda energy. I’m basically picking up random messages instead of Valentine’s only right now.

Love Message : I love you. I’m always here for you.

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SG Canon is the gauntlet you have to master as a writer to achieve the Logic Totem. <3 you have performed admirably.

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[vamossainz55]

The Fight (Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader) - Part 2

a/n: as promised here's part 2 of a req made by anon (as seen above). finished it a lot faster than i expected but I am very proud of it <3. i think i picked up some things i was unhappy about the last one and i hope they are better here. it's a bit of a mix between carlos and reader's perspective though so fingers crossed it is clear. @ anon tysm for sending another message to my inbox, i really appreaciate it and i am so glad you enjoyed part 1 <3. here is part 2!!

add. note: i am so annoyed at ferrari today, pls dont even talk to me or look at me. the pitstop and the unsafe release and the yellow flag (+ getting dropped to p8). carlos' race was rough and the car itself was already barely performing. i am sad. this has a lot of comfort at the end especially towards carlos so am i projecting my emotions into my writing? maybe. enjoy <3. (lowkey spoiling yall by posting two fics in a day but i love when i get these writing highs)

tw: swearing, mentions of sex, sad, hurt/comfort, overall carlos redeems himself? very soft and apologetic carlos.

part 1 linked here, masterlist linked here.

The Fight (3.3k words) - part 2

“I didn’t ask you to come here for the race.” Carlos regrets it as soon as the words leave his mouth, but there’s a weird hollow feeling in his chest that always settles when the stress invades his senses. The walls feel like they’re closing in and before he gives you an opportunity to talk he’s excusing himself and heading to the pitlane and leaving you behind. 

It’s like he’s on autodrive because his body is moving as his head is screaming for him to stop but nothing happens. He finds himself sitting with Binotto at the pitwall, and he slips on his headset to be able to hear what is going on with Charles. He takes a deep breath, forcing himself to wipe out the memory of the last thirty minutes out of his mind. He’s not even mad at Ricciardo, he’s mainly just speechless, unaware of how everything went wrong so quickly within the season. Was he not fit for the ferrari seat? 

He tried his best to hide his disappointment at the press after the race, keeping his small smile and focusing on the technicalities. There was a lot that he said but a lot that he didn’t say. He was also extremely nervous to open instagram and see what people had to say. Even after quali he had snuck one or two scrolls through the comment section as you were asleep next to him that night. He was never the type to search himself to see what people had to say but it was hard to ignore when it was on your own comments or your team’s main account’s comments. 

They kept the debrief short for him thankfully, because it was clear that Carlos was a bit out of it. He had tried focusing on the feedback and the team but the only thing he could think about was you. It must have been naive of him because he expects to still find you in the hotel room when he arrives later that evening, and he opens his phone to search for any text but there’s nothing. He takes a deep sharp breath before throwing the phone on his bed. 

“Joder!” He screams, letting out a frustrated breath as he looks over the room. There’s nothing left there apart from his suitcase and he can’t help but look around the room, hoping that you had tidied up your things and for some reason hid your suitcase before deciding to go out for fresh air or something. He comes to terms that you’re gone twenty minutes later, laying down on the bed and covering his face with his hands, mad at himself. He tries calling you but it’s no surprise when you don’t pick up. You don’t pick up the next three calls either. 

He pushes himself to focus on training, but for the first time thinking about racing is not enough to keep his mind off things. As much as he tried every single thought wandered towards you, every single thing somehow linking itself to you. Even being in Miami doesn’t help much, he’s trying his best to keep himself light hearted but the pressure from Ferrari wasn’t even the thing bothering him. Not knowing where you both were was the worst. You had been posting on your instagram too, being back in Spain and hanging out with your friends. It was driving him crazy that the only thing he had heard from you was that you needed time to process what had happened. 

What’s worse is that Charles and Lando notice, and sure they notice whenever Carlos is a bit off, but this time they look concerned. It’s Charles that brings it up in passing and Carlos manages to dodge it and brush it off, but Lando is a different story, especially when his former teammate is bothering him in his room. 

“What’s wrong? Something’s off.” Lando says, crossing his arms over his chest as he practically invites himself in. Carlos lets out a sigh, he’s already ready to sleep but the moment he sees Lando sitting on the couch he’s shutting the door behind him. 

“Nothing jeez. What’s up with you and Charles?” Carlos asks, trying to shift the conversation but it doesn’t get past Lando that easily. 

“What happened with y/n? Charles told me she left early even though she had a day planned for you.” Lando says, looking over at Carlos and Carlos scoffs, because since when were Charles and Lando in cahoots?

“Mate, you’re joking right?” Carlos says, shaking his head before looking around. He did not talk about his feelings to anybody, and he really didn’t want to start today. “We broke up. I think. I don’t know.” He says and he’s suddenly feeling uncomfortable, the walls are suddenly closer to him and the room feels a bit stuffy. Was there always this little oxygen in the room? 

“What? What happened?” Lando asks, completely perplexed. He remembered seeing you both so smitten before the season had started, and Carlos was completely enamored. He had never seen the Spanish driver look like that so you both breaking up was the last thing he expected. Carlos doesn’t answer but Lando is the last person to hesitate to push for more information. It’s no surprise to Carlos when he finally cracks. 

“I fucked up, okay? I’m fucking everything up right now. I can’t even drive and I can’t even treat my girlfriend right.” Carlos murmurs letting out a deep breath. “Fuck- Lando I don’t want to talk about this.” he murmurs but a look from Lando has him talking, explaining what had happened in Italy. 

There’s a pause once Carlos is done with his story, and he is sat on the chair across Lando, elbows resting on his knees as he waits for Lando’s reply. By the way Lando is looking at him it’s definitely nothing good. 

“You fucked up Carlos. You cannot tell me you told her that.” Lando says speechless and Carlos groans. It’s not new information but it’s hard to hear it from somebody else. Lando shakes his head, a mixture of disappointment and pity in his face, “Look, I would say just focus on the race this weekend. It’s a big one. We have Spain next. Figure it out then.” He says before getting up. He offers Carlos a pat on his shoulder as a way to cheer him up. 

“We’ll have breakfast together hm?” Lando offers and Carlos can’t help but smile at him, thanking him softly before he is getting up to accompany Lando to the door. 

Miami goes well. He manages to stay as focused as he can as his mind is wandering around and Charles and him finally manage to share a podium again. It isn’t the best, because it isn’t a P1 and P2 but he’s happy to finally be able to stand on the podium again, covered with champagne and laughing with Max and Charles. 

It’s painful though because his laughs don’t quite hit the right spots, and his smile feels forced most of the weekend. It’s always nice to end up in the top 3 but going back down off the podium without seeing you or even getting a text had his mind dizzying a bit. 

This is why he arrives in Madrid the earliest he can. He drops his things at his apartment before he’s dressing as discreetly as he can. The Spanish weather is quite useless as it restricts him from disguising himself with a random cap and sunglasses. He keeps his head ducked most of the time he’s out and around and he’s thankful the receptionist at your building recognizes him still as your boyfriend and gives him the pair key they had. 

He’s surprised that you come home late that night, he’s careful to be quiet as he moves to come closer to the entrance. The lights slowly turn on and you’re back is facing him as you hang your bag on the hanger. 

“Sorpresa,” Surprise, he says with a smile and his smile drops when you jump and let out a scream. 

“Fuck! Carlos, what the hell?!” You scream, hand instantly holding your chest. You’re breathing heavy, the scare practically knocking the wind out of you as Carlos begins to apologize. 

“I am so sorry.” He says before he’s going over to you, frowning when you only step back. 

“What are you doing here Carlos?” You ask with a sigh, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“I made us dinner, cooked your favorite.” He says with a small smile before he’s stepping closer to you again. He extends his hands forward for you to hold and you let out a soft sigh before coming closer, squeezing his hands. “Come on,” He says. 

Dinner goes by smoothly and you genuinely kick yourself for forgetting how good of a chef Carlos was. By the time you both finish dinner you’re feeling warm and fuzzy from the wine and the food. The conversation was kept casual, and you had asked him about the Miami race, reluctantly telling him that you had watched it and of course you had cheered him on. 

Carlos takes this conversation as a segway to bring up the last time you were both together. He’s nervous but he knows he has to. It wouldn’t be fair to ignore it and act like it had never happened. He shifts a bit in his seat and clears his throat. 

“I’m really sorry about what happened.” he says with a sigh, cracking his knuckles a bit as he watches you. By your expression it's clear that you’re surprised that he’s brought up the topic but you nod a bit anyway in understanding. 

“I’m not going to say it’s fine.” You murmur, looking over at him and he shakes his head sighing. 

“It wasn’t. It was shit on me.” He mumbles, shifting to get up. “I’ll take these to the kitchen and we can sit at the couch hm?” He asks, picking up your plates. You give him a small nod, sighing softly before you are heading to the living room. He comes back with a small bowl of fruit, setting it down at the table before sitting next to you, facing his body towards you as he looks over you. 

“I treated you horribly and it was wrong of me to do that.” Carlos murmurs, taking a deep breath. This was hard for him. Apologies never came easy, but he never thought he would have to apologize to you. 

“If you didn’t want me to join for the race you could have said so Carlos,” You murmur, letting out a shaky breath. A part of you had felt bad for not giving Carlos a heads up and although your friends told you he was the one being unreasonable there was a bit of doubt in your mind if you had been the one.

“No, no. I wanted you there. God- I was so happy that you were there.” Carlos says, frustrated that he had even made you feel that way. He reaches to hold your hands, letting out a deep breath. 

“I was upset because of the qualifying and the race and I am really bad at expressing myself. I’m already horrible at it in Spanish- imagine how it is for me in English.” He says sincerely, searching for your eyes to make sure you know he’s being truthful. “I’m used to dealing with everything myself so I guess I am not used to being able to rely on someone. I normally just shut myself down.” He explains as best as he can. You’re watching him, listening to him silently and it's so quiet that he can’t help but continue to talk, trying to fill in the silence. 

“You can’t imagine how I felt after the race. I went to the hotel and fuck- all I wanted was to see you. It made me so upset to not have you there. Even after the podium in Miami, all I wanted to do was to call you, ask what you thought-” He continues to ramble and he doesn’t stop, not until you pull him close and wrap his arms around his neck and laugh.

“God, you’re an idiot.” You murmur, holding him close as you tuck your face into his neck. “I just worry about you. I want to be there for you.” You say and his arms securely wrap themselves around your waist and it’s so nice to have you close to him. He doesn’t want to let you go. 

“Mi amor, you’re always there for me, I know that. I am sorry that I failed to appreciate that.” Carlos murmurs, kissing the top of your head as he lets out a shaky breath. “Te amo mucho.” I love you a lot, he promises, rubbing over your back. You slowly pull away, smiling at him before connecting your lips. 

The kisses are gentle at first, his lips are melting against yours but you’re slowly shifting on his lap, wanting to feel him closer. It had been a while since you both had been this close to each other. Before the Emilia Romagna GP you hadn’t seen him for a month and it was clear Carlos was just as needy as you, already laying down, pulling you to be properly on top of him. His lips are trailing down your neck and he’s leaving open mouthed kisses that are making your mind fuzzy. Soon enough you’re both stumbling into your bedroom, hands roaming on each other. 

Carlos drags you to the Spanish GP the week after, you are a bit hesitant to join but you take the flight Carlos gives you anyways and you arrive in Barcelona Friday evening with a small carry on bag. You’re excited and you go to Carlos’ hotel and see his family. It’s not the first time you meet them so there’s not too much pressure but they are as welcoming as always. 

“How are you feeling?” You ask Carlos once you’re both settled on the bed. You’re gently running your fingers over his knuckles, humming softly as you listen to him rattle on about the practices. “Are you nervous?” You ask him softly and give him a small smile before nodding when he lets out a shaky breath and says yes. 

“Home races are rough.” He chuckles nervously, keeping it short. It isn’t much but you’re relieved to hear the truth instead of a I’m fine. 

Quali the next day has you on edge. Everybody’s nervous and the tensions are soaring. You try your best to get Carlos to relax but as soon as he’s out on track you know he needs to fight for it himself. It’s rough and painful when the results come around. P3. The numbers look loud and clear on the screen and the way Carlos is answering the post qualifying questions is enough to tell you he’s clearly not pleased with the result. It’s even worse watching Carlos Sr. hand the pole award to Charles. You were happy for him, he had driven his heart out but seeing Carlos shift to go to the garage had your heart clenching a bit. 

“Hey,” You say softly when you see Carlos enter the garage, as always he goes around the garage. He’s wearing a smile that isn’t quite meeting his eyes and a part of you is ready for a cold response once he gets to you but instead he wraps his arms around you before kissing your lips briefly. 

“Sorry, I’m sweaty.” He says, taking the towel to wipe his forehead. You shake your head, not minding it at all “That was shit- sick of P3.” He tries to laugh off but you know him better than that. His hand goes to the lower of your back, rubbing over there for a bit. “I want to cover a lot with the team today before the race.” He says looking over your eyes to make sure it is okay with you. “Is it okay if you go back first? I’ll text you what time I’ll be done and we can relax then hm?” He asks softly. You give him a small smile, nodding. As much as you wanted to be there for him you knew he was meeting you halfway and you had to meet him there too. 

“Alright, are you sure you’re okay?” You ask softly and Carlos nods with a soft smile. 

“Yeah. Happy to see you here.” He says softly before he’s kissing your head. 

He comes back a bit later in the evening but it isn’t too late, you both squeeze in some dinner and keep the conversation light, and Carlos tells you he just wants to relax the night, so you give him a small nod and a kiss to his cheek before you both decide to head to bed early with a movie playing on the TV. 

The next morning is hectic though, and it is clear that the pressure is on. There amount of fans wearing Ferrari merchandise and especially Carlos has you both nervous and excited. The support is clear and you’re happy to see how many people were rooting for Carlos. When the race started though things quickly got messy and were only gradually getting worse. It was rough to see Carlos drop off the podium and finish P4, with Charles not even finishing the race. 

It was clear by the time Carlos headed back to the garage he was out of it. He reached to you for a quick hug before giving you an apologetic smile. “I’ll meet you at the hotel?” He asks and you’re about to insist to stay but he shakes his head. “Need to talk to the team and I need some time to myself. Is that alright?” He asks and you look over him, letting out a soft breath. 

“Of course. Text me if you need anything?” You offer and he nods. 

“I love you.” He says and you smile before promising it back. 

Although Carlos had finished the race it was clear he was displeased with his performance. He had made a few mistakes here and there and although he had tried to give you a reassuring smile when he walked back into the garage you knew it was bothering him. It was a rough race, and that was it. 

You simply stayed in the hotel and thought about what to order in for you both, but Carlos had taken a bit longer that evening. You tried your best to not doze off but the heat at the circuit had gotten the better of you. The combination of the air conditioning at the suite’s couch had you out in less than an hour, only waking when you feel someone snuggle into your chest . You instinctively wrap your arms around them before slowly blinking, Carlos' hair is damp and smells like fresh shampoo. Your eyes are still blurry and you look down to see Carlos, his mop of hair already tickling your nose. 

“I disappointed everyone.” Carlos murmurs and you quickly tighten your arms around him, running your fingers through his hair. 

“Babe, you didn't, you drove your best.” You promise rubbing your thumb over his forehead as he nuzzles closer. You’re taking deep breaths, hoping that it would help him calm down. 

“I made so many mistakes, I was so careless.” He says and you can’t help but sigh, kissing his forehead. You wish you could do something else but you were glad that you were at least there for him. 

“Mistakes happen my love. Nobody’s upset with you.” You promise and your heart breaks a little when he simply nods, letting out a sniffle. “I love you.” You remind him and he nods. 

“I love you too,” He says before he’s looking up at you with the smallest smile. You smile back at him and kiss his lips, giving him a few pecks before he’s letting out a gentle laugh. And although you knew this wasn’t going to be one of Carlos’ last bad days, you knew it was all going to be okay. 

fin.

a/n: i hope you enjoyed ! i wrote this before today's race (zandvoort) but all i wanna do is give carlos the biggest hug and a kiss on the forehead. it's been rough folks, so i hope this makes it a bit better. writing has definitely cheered me up a bit.

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[blueberry-chan]

Can you write something soft with Lee know? It doesn’t matter what as long it’s soft please 🙏🏻 I need it

02:48am ✿ Lee Know

❥ Pairing: lee know x afab!reader (use of feminine pet names)

❥ Warnings: just some making out :)

❥ Words: 2,0K

❥ Notes: help sorry i got kinda carried away while writing this so i'm sorry it's so long... also i was writing this instead of reading the assigned reading we have by monday so i'm kinda fucked now- anyways i hope you enjoy this <3 tysm for the request. sending you so much love :)

You haven’t been spending a lot of time with Lee Know lately. He’s been very busy and so have you. Even when you two have made plans to meet up and hang out, something always happens to get in the way and just ruins the plans you had.

You place the empty glass you just took next to the sink and grab your phone to see what’s this about.

You place the empty glass you just took next to the sink and grab your phone to see what’s this about.

You place the empty glass you just took next to the sink and grab your phone to see what’s this about.

02:39

Why r u up so late, boo?

You read the text on the screen. “How does he know I’m up?”, you think to yourself before typing in a reply. You quickly move your fingers across the keyboard typing out your answer and as soon as you hit send he sees it.

02:39

How’d you know...

It doesn’t take long for the three dots to appear and his answer to come in.

02:40

You forgot I live in the house next to yours huh? I can see into your windows at all times of the day. Why are you in the kitchen so late with the lights on, did something happen?

You sigh seeing his reply. You never forget you’re in his sight most of the time of the day, since he has a clear view of your apartment through his window, but you didn’t expect him to be sneaking a look at you so late at night. You turn around to the ceiling to floor windows that are facing his apartment building.

There he is. The faded lightning of his room makes his shadow slightly seeable for you.

02:40

Aw fuck I forgot you can see me. Why are YOU up so late?

You raise your eyes back up to see his figure still standing there in his window. You can see as the message pops on his phone, since his face gets lightened up by the brightness of the screen. You feel a buzz and look back down at your screen.

02:40

Answer my questions.

Goddamn, demanding little man. You type in your reply with a small smirk.

02:41

What about... no

Your view from here isn’t too clear to read all the small movements he does, but you can tell for sure he’s shaking his head right now.

02:41

Well since you aren’t answering my questions just come here then. I wanna show you something.

Reading this actually boosts your mood so much. You had a plan of going back to bed right after having a sip of water, but this is a change in plans you guess. This is actually perfect since you miss him so much. Even though you live so close, it has been so hard to find time during the day from both of your schedules, to just spend time together, but now since both of you are up it’s finally a chance to meet again.

You decide not to reply and just put your phone in your pj pocket. You quickly decide to take the small sip of water you woke up for and turn off the lights, which probably tells Minho enough and lets him know you’re on your way. You decide not to throw anything on, since it shouldn’t be too cold outside and you make your way out of your apartment.

You make your way across the road that’s separating your houses and before you can even go inside, you spot Minho, as he’s walking out of the glass doors.

He catches sight of you and speeds up his steps. You walk towards him and as the two of you get close enough, he just wraps his arms around you.

There’s just a brief pause of the two of you taking in each other’s presence and fully living into the hug. This is what you’ve been missing. You bury your head in his neck and take in a breath of his sweet, comforting perfume. You feel so warm by him, even if the cold night of the air is brushing against your skin.

He tightens the grip around your body. There’s so much emotion in this hug. It’s more than a hug. It’s a closeliness you haven’t felt before with anyone. You brush your hand against his back and the both of you just melt in each other’s arms.

After a while of just holding each other in silence, Minho decides to break it with the first thing you’ve heard him say in the past 2 weeks.

“Did something happen?” He asks, still gripping onto you as if the wind would blow you away any second and take you away from him.

“No, nothing happened, boo,” You answer, taking a breath before wanting to explain more but Lee Know cuts you off, before you can even start.

“Remember I said I wanted to show you something? Can I, please?” He asks in the warmest voice ever, that makes you forget about how cold you’re actually feeling outside, without anything on besides your pjs. There’s so much comfort his voice brings you and you just nod into his neck. He lets you out of his grip and you also let him go of yours. He takes your hand and before leading you after him. He places a small kiss on the top of your head that just melts you like you’re made of sugar.

You follow him, your hand in his. He pulls you through the hallways of his apartment complex, to the back where the elevators lie. You two get in, and he clicks the button to the last floor.

“Were going to the roof?” You ask him, slightly confused why he’s taking you there, but still waiting patiently. You’re glad you’re actually getting some fresh air, which may even help better with your sleeping problems than just a glass of water. You think not having Minho by your side may actually be why you’re not sleeping too well lately.

“Just hold on,” He says, as the elevator doors open and he leads you out. He leads you to the side of the roof, where a couple of chairs lay. He takes one chair to move it closer to the other and sits down in one, so you take a seat in the other. Is this the thing he wanted to show you?

“I come here sometimes,” He explains, taking a deep breath of the night air in.

You scan the view this rooftop has over the city. It’s beautiful.

“The view is so beautiful here,” You say, looking to the side to see Minho.

“It’s so refreshing to come here at night when everyone is asleep and I just wanna get away from everything,” He says, now keeping eye contact with you.

“I understand completely, I wish I had a place like this to come to when everything got stressful and I needed an escape,” You sigh, looking down at your legs that you’re pressing together. The wind is so strong here and much colder than it was below. You can feel your legs shaking from the cold. Now you really wish you would’ve taken a coat with you. It’s freezing here. You cross your arms over your chest.

It takes only a second for Minho to understand you’re literally freezing your ass off. He sees you’re shaking.

“Come on, come here,” He says, reaching his arms out looking like he’s waiting for a hug. You get up from your seat and stand in front of him. He quickly takes his jacket off and comes up to wrap it around your shoulders. He pats your shoulders for reassurement and you smile at him.

He sits back down and says, “Now come on, sit on my lap, would you,” and smiles back up at you.

You softly snicker and shake your head as you lower yourself and sit on his lap facing him.

He takes a piece of your hair that’s covering your face and brushes it back. He softly smiles again and slides one of his hands down your shoulder and keeps the other on your side. His touch makes you even warmer than his jacket and soon you realise, you’re not shaking anymore.

“Wanna answer my questions now?” He questions, “I’m still curious why you’re up at almost 3 am.”

“I just woke up to get a glass of water, because I couldn’t sleep well,” You shrug, “But then you texted and now look at us here.”

“My baby has sleeping problems now?” He asks, with his eyebrows raised sarcastically.

“I wouldn’t say ‘sleeping problems’ but yeah... just haven’t slept too well for the past couple of weeks.”

“I bet it’s because I’m not there,” He smirks and you laugh, but then respond with a small ‘probably’.

There’s a small pause between you two. Just the two of you staring into each other’s eyes and searching for any kind of signs of anything. He softly brushed his hand, that till now has been just still on your hip, and still stares into your eyes. He doesn’t open his mouth for a while, just stares at the beauty that’s in front of him.

“I’m so happy we finally get to spend some time together. You can’t imagine how much I missed you,” He says, smiling shyly. You smile back at him but a lot more brightly and freely.

“I’ve missed you more than anything,” You say, placing your hand on his cheek and stroking it carefully. There’s this tension building up in this moment and now he has both of his hands on your hips pulling you closer and tighter next to him.

“I wanna kiss you,” He suddenly says and you can’t even react before you feel his lips against yours. There’s no resistance from your side and you join in. His lips feel so soft and warm against yours. This is the feeling you’ve been missing. Your lips move in sync and his grip on your hips keeps getting tighter. You’re pressed so close against his body and it’s all you could ever ask for.

There are moments you need to separate your lips from his to catch your breath. The passionate make-out session calms down to just soft sloppy kisses on each other's lips. The kiss keeps getting sloppier with every minute. By now you have your hands wrapped around his neck.

Soon his kisses move on to your neck. It’s your most sensitive spot and you enjoy it a lot. He leaves small affirmations between every kiss, such as “you’re so beautiful” “i missed you so so much” “i’m glad i can kiss you like this right now” “my pretty girl”.

He places one last, the most charming kiss of the night on your lips. “Would you wanna sleepover tonight?” He asks, looking for answers in your eyes before you can even answer. “It might help with your sleeping troubles,” He adds.

“Of course,” You respond, having the most significant smile plastered on your face.

This is a night you might actually sleep well, so you’re keen to finally be in his arms and wake up to his sweet voice ringing in your ears.

[allywritesforfun]

Bruh I saw your post about how mcyts would let you fall asleep on them on a road trip and dude I am so fuckin soft for it I stg, anyway I was wondering if I could request something similar, cuddling headcannons focusing on techno quackity sapnap and schlatt (if you write for him, if you don't thats totally cool) tysm :)

dude omg i’m so happy that you liked my post!!

i’ve actually never watched schlatt before so I have no clue how he even acts. I think I know more about his cat than I do himself /hj

anyways...

Prompt: Cuddling Headcanons for MCYT 

regular masterlist

headcanon masterlist

quackity:

besties we cannot deny it, quackity is pretty short compared to other mcyt

all this means is that he loves to be the big spoon 

he feels taller 

he absolutely hates the feeling of his body falling asleep and becoming all static-y so you two always end up in the weirdest postions

similar to techno, he loves his hair being played with

it makes you feel very special because you are one of the few who is allowed to touch his hair

he really enjoys rubbing your arms for some reason

you two always watch Netflix when you snuggle

well you don't really watch it

NOT IN THAT WAY

in a “how is your day” and “whatcha plans for the week” type of thing

quackity has recently been on his buff arc and is constant muscle pain

you always massage the areas that need attention

sometimes he might fake pain just to get a massage

you get paid back in jokes

cuddling normally last that long because you two prefer doing things

sapnap:

ok so imagine this but in his gaming chair 

you two cuddle all the time but he loves to cuddle on stream

you are always in his lap

usually you face him

you're just a little camera shy

on stream he loves to give you kisses 

he is really proud and happy to have you and shows you off when he can

“go ahead call me simp! chat you're crazy if you wouldn't simp for them!”

dream and george constantly embarrass him by telling cringey stories

you find them adorable 

Sapnap takes breaks throughout the stream to “stretch his hands” and “talk to chat”

he really just wants to play with your hair

you feel so safe in his arms 

chat makes fun of you for falling asleep almost every time

sapnap does his best to keep his voice gentle and not move as much

you ended up on the floor one time because he got too excited

became a great clip 

but he most definitely made it up to you after stream with dessert 

dream:

dream is always on his phone trying to keep up with what he's being cancelled for (/j)

but he really is always on his phone checking messages, helping wilbur with lore, tweeting out teasing george

some days you feel like you can't get him off of it

that’s when you have to take over and force him to cuddle with you

he smiles the second he sees you and already knows what you're going to do

willingly lifts up his arms to help

kisses your nose first, then your cheeks, then your forehead

shows you new fanart he liked

accidentally spends an hour going through his fyp

which is a little sus with all the george edits

“I swear on patches life that this isn't what it looks like”

he eventually puts his phone down and gives all of his attention to you

george: 

you two weren't too into the long sessions of cuddling

but you two loved having alone time

the most playful cuddles

“cuddle time but my s/o is a bird” 

wilbur:

lets be honest, even if you were taller than wilbur, you would still feel so much smaller than him

you LIVED for sitting his lap 

you're favorite part was the fact that he could wrap his entire body around you 

you sat in his lap literally whenever you wanted

you didn't care if you had guest over or if he was working

sometimes wilbur will even pull you into his lap

cheek kisses galore

wilbur hates asking you to get up when he needs to do something, so instead he tickles your sides

he won't stop til you get up

you started to pick up on it and started doing the same back to him whenever you wanted to get up

karl:

karl is really big on holding hands

no matter what you two did, he had to be holding your hand

even if it was just the finger, it was still the best feeling in the world

karl gives hugs to everyone, but for you he added a head pat

head pat=I love you

you loved to play with his hair and add hair ties in it to have fun 

he returned the favor 

[indigoh4ze]

hear me out, dad!draco x reader 🥺. i have yet to see one on here! btw, your work is amazing. some of the best i’ve ever read!

warnings: none, very wholesome, dad!draco :)

a/n- kinda love dad!draco, also sorry im spamming my page rn. also tysm im glad u like it <3

join taglist here

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"darling, wake up" draco was holding their daughter in one hand, as scorpius jumped on the bed to wake their mother up. "its Christmas"

"momma" scorpius shook her arm, and draco chuckled from behind, "momma wake up, its christmas" the little boy yells out. y/n's eyes begin to flutter open, and she turns her head.

her eyes are met with her husbands, her sons, and her daughter. "morning loves" she mutters, sitting up against the headboard

"morning, we wanted to wake you up before we opened presents of course, isnt that right scorp" draco says, ruffling the boys platinum blonde hair

"mhm, and daddy said i can have candy once you woke up" scorpius says, and draco tightens his lips together, hiding his face in his baby daughters neck as he held her

"oh did he?" y/n raises her eyebrow, a smirk playing upon her features

"it was his idea" draco blames the boy

"no it wasnt, you said i-" draco cuts him off, as he attacks his stomach with tickles, and places the girl in y/n's arms

they are all giggling, as scorpius laughs, squirming around. while ava, their one year old, claps her hands together in amusement, and lets out soft laughs. "oh, you think this is funny?" draco turns around, and his fingers meet the girls stomach as well, making her small laughs become louder

scorpius stands up, falling on y/n's lap, and kissing her cheek. he wraps his small arms around her, and she looks into his ice blue eyes, placing a kiss on his button nose, "wanna go make pancakes with me?"

"actually-" draco interrupts, picking ava up and holding her to face the mother and son, "we already made breakfast. you deserve a break, love"

y/n smiles at his sweet gesture, even though hes always considerate, and never overworks her. "even better, lets go" she pats scorpius' leg, and he jumps off her lap, running to the kitchen.

"thank you" y/n goes on her tippy toes, placing a kiss on dracos forehead, pinching both his and ava's cheek softly. he chuckles, placing his hand on the bottom of her back, leading them to the kitchen

"daddy, when am i getting the candy" scorpius pouts, waiting in the kitchen. draco squats down to meet his level, placing ava on his lap.

"okay okay, come on, let's go beg momma to let us have candy" he muses

"momma!!" scorpius yells, tapping y/n's leg, "please" he looks up at her, with soft baby eyes, and she shakes her head at his cleverness

"your just like your father, scorp" she kisses the top of his head, then turns around to get the candy out of the cabinet. "here" she hands it to the excited boy, and he thanks her, walking over to the couch and climbing up onto it.

"your right, hes just like me, irresistible" draco jokes, making y/n roll her eyes, and place a kiss on his lips

"merry christmas, dray"

"merry christmas, love"

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[let-them-read-fics]

What Could've Been

Requested By Anon: "pls do a rosé or jennie imagine where the reader is into them but they just keep rejecting her. then they just cross the line one day and say hurtful things to y/n so the reader just ended up stopped pursuing them. then someone else (could be the other rosé or jennie also of yk what i mean) became interested in y/n and they get all petty and jealous yk djajdua,, COULD BE ANY ENDING HFHSHAU I'M JUST A REAL SUCKER FOR IMAGINES LIKE THIS TYSM"

Pairing: Love Triangle -- Jennie x Fem!Reader and Rosé x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~ 7,333

Warnings / Misc. -- Angst, Pining, Rejection, Crying, Fluff

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: ⚠️ Important ⚠️ Class, gather round -- we have some things to discuss. I'm not angry, just... disappointed. *dramatic music*

First off, I want to address something with asks: as I've stated before, there's no certain amount of time that any one request will take me. Sometimes I'm more inspired by one than others, and sometimes I legitimately lack the time or brainpower to write a piece that holds true to my standards.

Please, refrain from messaging me multiple times about a request. Once is fine, especially if it's been awhile since you first asked, but I'm doing my best to give you starving fans the content you wish to see, and that takes time.

To those of you who continue to be patient with me: I sincerely appreciate it.

Secondly, I hope you enjoy this. ♡ Happy Reading ♡

PS ~ Anon, I still love you. Now enjoy this fic or you're grounded.

PPS ~ It gets better as it goes on

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

"Thank you," you politely say to your driver, handing him some money before stepping out of the sleek black car and onto the sidewalk. The bottoms of your shoes crunch lightly as they come in contact with the concrete, steadily announcing your course towards the performance hall. 

You let out a breath as you stand in the elevator, alone with your thoughts in the small space as it ascends. 

Your hands nervously palm the fresh bouquets of flowers you purchased on your way here -- the girls just finished a comeback stage, so you've decided to surprise them and show your love. You spent time picking out a personalized batch for each of them, making sure to mix their favorite colors and types, but you went even further for Rosé: you hand picked a larger, special array, choosing them based on their meaning and how much you think she'll appreciate them. Over the years, you've made sure to note her favorite ones; that came in handy tonight, and the florist assisting you definitely appreciated your attention to detail. 

Too chicken to go to her first, you decide to bring the other girls their gifts now and save Rosie for last. All of them are unwinding independently in their dressing rooms right now, enjoying some much needed alone time before coming back together later to celebrate. 

"Jisoo-yah!" You sing-song, rapping lightly on the door. It's slightly ajar, but you still knock out of respect for her privacy. 

In an instant, the door swings open to reveal a very happy unnie. "Y/N! I've missed you!" She nearly shouts, pulling you in for an eager hug. A surprised noise leaves her lips as her hands come in contact with the bundle behind your back, crinkling the plastic slightly in her excited state. 

"I got you a present," you say, smiling softly. Jisoo can feel the way your cheeks raise up, brushing against the skin of her neck as your head rests there, and her heart melts. After pulling out of the embrace, she wiggles her eyebrows at you.

"Well? Let me see!" You do as she asks with a chuckle, pulling her bunch out of the hold of the rubber band that's keeping them all together. "I got your favorite." You grin, sticking them out for her to see. Her eyes widen at the sight, and she's touched by the kind gesture. Flowers aren't particularly unique in terms of what companies and fans send them, but seeing the effort you put in makes it incredibly special. She couldn't be happier. 

"Y/N, you're the best." She presses a small kiss to your cheek as a thank you, and invites you in right after. Jisoo considers you to be one of the closest friends she has, so being apart hasn't been easy on her. You're the only person she's okay with venting and crying in front of, and she's been needing that lately. Sensing this, you pull a chair up to her vanity and let her fill you in on all the mayhem you missed out on during your time away, holding her hand for reassurance. When she gets a little frustrated, you rub her back gently, telling her to take her time. 

Jisoo is beyond thankful for you, and that becomes more and more apparent the closer you two get. Times like these hold a special place in her heart and remind her of why she loves you so much. You truly are a great friend to have, and there's no one she'd rather have in her corner. 

----

"Incoming! 3...2...1…" You call out, standing in front of Lisa's door, ready to knock it down and barge in. The greeting is an inside joke between the two of you, though neither of you know where its origins lie. 

"Yah! Hold on!" She shouts, nearly tripping and falling from how quick she rushes to the door. You laugh at the sounds of chaos coming from inside, wincing slightly when a thud rings out. Hair slightly disheveled, she opens the door with a huff. "This had better be good, because I almost died." 

Wordlessly, you reveal her present and smirk as the halfhearted scowl on her face disappears completely, giving way to a dopey grin. "You remembered?" She asks quietly, running her fingers over the petals of her all-time favorite flower. The fact that she sounds so shocked makes you sad -- not many people take enough time to notice the little things. They'd rather focus on profiting off of the girls' talents than actually caring enough to get to know them. 

"Of course I did, Lisa. You're one of my best friends; how could I forget?" The maknae pulls you in for a meaningful hug, allowing the gesture to tell you all the things she doesn't know how to express. She's not always the best with her words, but she makes up for it with her actions. 

"I really love you, dork. You know that?" She asks as she pulls away, ruffling your hair lightly. She cracks that smile that seems to make the world stop, and you just shake your head. 

"You'd better. Your flowers were the most expensive!" You tease, dodging her when she reaches out to grab you for that one. 

"Get back here!" She shouts, chasing you down the hall like a 5 year old, planning to get her revenge. 

---

"Jendeukie, open up!" You squeal, pounding on her door while throwing a look over your shoulder. Lisa is dangerously close, ready to tackle you as she continues charging down the hall. 

"Y/N?!" She exclaims from the other side of the door, clearly not expecting you to be here. 

"Hurry!" You can hear footsteps eagerly rushing towards the door, and just as she opens it, disaster strikes. 

Lisa's arms wrap around your waist, pushing you forward and right into Jennie. The three of you fall into her dressing room in a messy heap, limbs splayed in various positions as you yell together on the way down. You manage to keep the flowers out of harm's way, thankfully, and your arm remains stuck out just in case Lisa tries anything else. 

"Hello to you, too, Y/N." Jennie groans with a chuckle, the words coming out a little strained from all the weight on her. Lisa stands first, pulling you up right after, and you turn to help your best friend up as well. 

"I sure know how to make an entrance, huh?" Your lopsided grin makes Jennie weak in the knees, much like it has ever since she met you all those years ago, and she has to fight to contain the blush that rises to her cheeks. After bantering with Lisa for a few more moments you eventually push her out of the room, shoo-ing her back to her own in order to give yourself some one-on-one time with Jennie. 

You stick your tongue out at the maknae one final time before shutting the door and turning around, finding a very soft looking Jennie peering back at you. Her cheeks are pulled back in her signature gummy smile, and the fluffy sleeves of her Chanel sweater engulf her small hands as she cradles her face in them. 

Perhaps, if circumstances were different, you'd be hopelessly pining for this 5'4" angel instead of Rosé. Love knows no logic, though, and you're stuck chasing after a certain Australian beauty that never seems capable of giving you the time of day.

"I missed you," she pouts, pursing her lips adorably as she steps forward to wrap her arms around your shoulders. You pull her in and pick her up with a spin, smiling into her neck when she giggles in your ear. 

"Well, I'm here now. And luckily for you…." you start, allowing for some anticipation to build, "I come bearing gifts. Well, a gift. Singular." Jennie chuckles at your rambling -- it's one of the traits she finds most endearing about you, and she always hates it when people cut you down for it. It's adorable in every way. 

"Oh?" She asks, intrigued as she raises an eyebrow -- she's keeping the act up for you, of course, too fond of the cute smile on your face to tell you that she already knows what it is. You hand over the flowers with a little jig, too excited by how happy she looks to contain yourself. 

"They're beautiful, Y/N." She stops herself from adding a, "just like you," to the end of the phrase, wishing she was able to say things like that. You deserve to be reminded of how special you are everyday, and she knows her bandmate fails to do so. 

"So, what've you been up to?" You amble over to the couch that's tucked away in the corner of her dressing room, plopping down onto the cushions with a small bounce. Rosé's flowers lay beside you, and Jennie eyes them. 

"Same old, same old," she says, finally looking back at you with a tiny grin. "Practice for the comeback has kept us really busy lately, and somebody hasn't been there to tell us jokes at 3AM and keep us going." She playfully rolls her eyes, pretending to be annoyed. 

"My most sincere apologies," you hold a hand over your heart in mock regret, bowing your head with closed eyes. "On the bright side, though, I'm back in town for next month or two. I finished the business deals we had to handle abroad, so now I'm all yours." 

She knows you didn't mean hers, but that doesn't stop her from pretending. 

A happy noise of approval slips past her lips, and she claps excitedly. The sight reminds you of some of the childhood videos she's shown you, the two looking eerily similar to one another. No matter what may happen in her life, Jennie will most certainly remain that innocent young girl at heart, getting scared by everything that moves and loving with her all. She's an amazing person to know, and part of you feels sorry for everyone who'll never get the privilege of knowing her personally -- after all, everyone deserves a Jennie Kim in their lives. 

"Are you celebrating with us later?" She asks from in front of her mirror, now brushing her hair to busy herself. She runs the risk of making her feelings too obvious if she doesn't keep herself occupied. 

"I was planning to, yes. But that might depend on Rosé." You inform with a nervous chuckle, an anxious smile playing on your lips. When you look up and find her brows furrowed, you elaborate. 

"I'm gonna try to ask her out today when I bring her these flowers." You lightly chew your bottom lip out of habit, rubbing your hands together. The mere thought of such a task is daunting, especially with your not-so-perfect track record when it comes to her. You still try to cling to what little hope you have squirreled away in your heart, wishing with all your power that your sweet present will convince Rosé to at least give you a chance. 

Distracted by your thoughts, you don't notice the way that Jennie's face falls. Her heart is breaking in silence, splintering into pieces far too small to put back together. She knew this day would come eventually, given that you're a determined person and head over heels for Rosé, but that doesn't mean she was prepared to find out like this. The lovesick glimmer in your eye hurts Jennie even more, knowing that you're probably imagining what it would be like for her to say yes to you. This whole time, Rosé has been stringing you along -- giving you just enough hope to keep coming back to her, using your devoted acts of kindness selfishly -- and Jennie would do anything to make you see that. You don't deserve what she puts you through. 

"...Earth to Jennie!"

The brunette snaps back to reality and clears her throat, attempting to gather her thoughts again. 

"Sorry, just got lost there for a second." She says, looking back into your eyes after a moment. A curious look plays in them, and she can practically see you debating on whether or not to question her further. She lets out a quiet sigh of relief when you accept her answer, choosing instead to smile at her. 

"It's alright. But what's not alright, is that I've been sitting here for 5 minutes and you haven't come over to cuddle me. I mean seriously, a girl's gone for forever and her best friend doesn't bombard her with love?" You shake your head with an amused smile, throwing your hands in the air. 

Oh, the things she would do to change that title. 

Successfully suppressing the pang of longing that runs through her, Jennie quips back, "A month and a half is hardly forever, Y/N." 

"It felt like it, though. I missed seeing you." 

She finds you pouting, your arms folded across your chest like a toddler, and her heart melts. Any amount of time without you is too long for Jennie's liking, and she's happy to know you missed her as well. 

"Fine, I guess I can spare some cuddles." She pretends to be put out as she approaches you, really playing the part by huffing and looking uninterested. Inside, though, she's celebrating. She can't wait to hold you close again, even if it may lead to her hurting herself with the what-ifs and scenarios that play in her mind. 

"Yay!" You shout, pulling her into your lap before laying your head on her shoulder. Her heart beats rapidly at the proximity, and she prays to every higher power in existence that you don't notice it. 

She relaxes after a moment, releasing the tension from her muscles as she sinks into your embrace. It's warm and comforting, and she never wants you to let go. Her head rests on top of yours, and she's content just running her hands through your hair, feeling your calm breaths against her skin. 

She's so in love it hurts. 

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This'll convince her, you whisper to yourself, attempting to sound confident -- key word: attempting. If there's one thing you know about Rosé, it's that she loves to be difficult with you. You caught feelings for her years ago when you were first introduced to each other at a company event, and ever since then you've done nice things for her nonstop, hoping that she'd fall for you with time. The longer you wait, though, the more discouraged you get. Regardless, those times that she appreciates your efforts make up for all the rest, and you'd gladly take 100 instances of the "bad" in order to have even just one of the "good". 

After taking a deep breath, you knock on the door a couple times.

A sigh can be heard, sounding like a complete 180 from the reactions of the other girls. The subsequent footsteps are heavy -- like she's dragging her feet, not even wanting to get up in the first place -- and they work to dishearten you a bit. Nevertheless, you imagine how happy she'll be when she sees the surprise, and a small smile makes its ways onto your lips. All you want to do is brighten her day, if only for a moment. 

An indifferent expression rests on her face when she first opens the door, likely expecting someone else to be standing in your place. Not much changes when she realizes it's you, though a sliver of a smile does quirk up at the corner of her lips. 

"Hiya Rosie," you greet sweetly, unable to contain how wide your smile grows at seeing her again. She makes you feel like a giddy school girl, and you can't decide if you love it or hate it. 

"What's up?" She asks, more out of common courtesy than anything else. Her body leans against the doorframe, her left arm resting behind the door. She didn't throw it open or invite you in like the other girls, so that tells you that she probably doesn't want visitors. 

When you take too long to answer, she asks dryly, "Are you just gonna stare at me?" Her voice is laced with a slight undertone of annoyance -- one that makes you shrink down a bit. You can practically hear how exhausted she is, and part of you feels bad for disturbing her with your presence. 

"N-no, sorry." You curse yourself for looking like a fool. "I got you something that I think you'll enjoy." Her eyebrows raise slightly and you can tell she's intrigued, even if she may try to deny it. 

"Here." You declare, nervously fixing the plastic as you hold the bundle in front of you. You want it to look perfect for her. 

"I, uh, hand picked it." 

"Thank you, it's lovely." She says politely, taking them from you and bringing them up to her nose. She admires the gentle, pleasant scent of them, and smiles appreciatively at you.

You blush under her gaze, slightly tripping over your words as you respond, "Of course, I'm glad you like it." 

Now, the part you dread: when the conversation dwindles down, threatening to end entirely unless you step up to keep it going. 

"Well, how've you been?" You cringe at the overused question, but you're willing to employ it in order to hear her sweet voice for a little longer. 

"Look, Y/N, I really appreciate the gift and all, and I'm really happy to see you again, but I don't feel like talking right now. I just want to enjoy myself for a little bit." Her denial makes you scrunch your face up, embarrassed beyond belief as her words sink in. You should've known that flowers wouldn't suffice. Perhaps that last line stung the most -- you try not to read too far into it, but the idea that she doesn't enjoy herself when talking to you nags at your heart. 

"Yeah, yeah. For sure." You scratch the back of your neck, awkwardly taking a step away from her door and back into the hallway. 

"I'll see you at the get together later though, right?" You ask, kicking yourself when you realize how hopeful you sounded. You have to get better at hiding it. 

"Sure," she nods, sending you a smile and little wave before saying goodbye and shutting the door. 

Well, that was a bust. Damn. Back to the drawing board, it is -- though your ego will need a few hours to recover. 

---

"Lisa, I swear to god, if you come near me with that I'll punt you across this room." 

Your very serious, totally-not-exaggerated warning evidently worked against you, because the maknae soon raises her head to look at you, grinning like a maniac. Frosting from the cake she just messily cut into covers her hands, looking threatening as she wiggles them at you. 

"I mean in!" You shout as a last resort, slowly backing away. You accidently bump into Jennie in the process, but you fail to realize that it was part of the plan all along: she and Lisa are in cahoots. When the maknae lunges, swiftly striding across the room towards you, you attempt to move out of her path and get somewhere safer. Steady hands on your waist keep you anchored in place, though, and you try to fight them. 

"Jennie?! Let me go, she's right there!" You squeal, trying to pry her fingers off of your hips one by one. She merely laughs, whispering a sorry into your ear right before Lisa's hands run across your cheeks and neck. You squirm, leaning further back against Jennie to evade the younger girl as she does her worst. 

Now, practically having a face mask of frosting, you step away from the girls and glare at them. 

"Bullies, I tell you." You say to Jisoo, groaning when she busts out laughing. It doesn't take a genius to know that you look a mess, and you'd probably laugh at yourself if the roles were reversed. The others soon join in, and a chorus of belly laughs fill the air around you. 

"Go ahead, laugh it up," you tell the girls, nodding your head, "Just wait til I get my revenge. I'm coming for you, Manoban." You point a finger at her as you exit the room, grinning when you hear the oooo's that they let out at your threat, and you make your way to the bathroom at the end of the long hallway before you.

On your way back, you hear Rosé's voice filtering in from one of the lounge rooms that branch off of the main corridor. Intrigued, you stop walking and listen in. 

Big mistake. 

Your ears perk up when you hear your name roll off her tongue, though her subsequent sentences crush your spirits. 

"...I know, right? She's honestly so annoying. Like earlier, I was finally getting cozy after our performance and then she just showed up."

Too shocked to leave now, you stay where you are and try not to let her words hurt you too much. She listens to the person on the other end of the line, laughing at something they said. That sound -- one you’ve grown to love more than anything else in the world -- is turning into something you hate. It feels like she's laughing at you; which, in hindsight, she probably is. 

"Exactly! She had flowers for me, as if I don't get those almost everyday already, and I guess she really thought that that would win me over. It was sweet but, c'mon, you know?"

Every insecurity you have is nagging at you, and you can't stop the few tears that roll down your cheeks at her brutal honesty. She's really hurting your feelings, and you can't help but want to call her out for it. So, you do just that: you step into the open room, one that lacks an actual door, and say, "Next time you wanna talk shit about someone, maybe you should make sure they're not around to hear it." 

Her smile falters slightly, and she spins around to face you. A hint of guilt plays on her features, but you're sure it's only because she got caught -- she definitely meant everything she said. 

"Y/N--"

You don't stick around to listen to what she has to say. Her change of behavior surprised you, and you can't trust that she's even sorry for it. 

Your pace quickens as you hear her voice become clearer -- she's in the doorway now, calling after you, but you don't even turn around. The salt of your tears greets your tongue, and you're once again reminded to wipe your face as you rush down the hall, rounding a couple corners and darting past countless doors on your way. You just want to get out of this place and be alone. 

A new voice slows your strides as it greets your ears, feeling like a security blanket in its gentleness. It's Jennie. "Y/N? Why are you crying?" She came to look for you when you took too long to return from the bathroom. 

You're far too embarrassed to look at her, so you simply sniffle and raise a hand up in her direction. "Don't worry about me, Jen. It's not important." 

"Hey, yes it is. You're upset and that matters." She steps towards you, saying the words that you had no idea you needed to hear so badly. Your heart aches, still shocked by the fact that Rosé would say such things about you. You thought you were friends, if nothing else, and yet that's never felt further from the truth than it does right now. 

When you don't move away, Jennie takes that as a sign to bring you into her arms, cradling your head against her chest. The kind act hurts your heart more for some reason, and you want to pull away. Jennie senses this and decides to rub soothing circles on your back, her warm embrace comforting you as she says, "I don't know what happened, Y/N, but I'm right here. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, either, but please don't leave like this. I hate to see you upset." 

Something about the way she's holding you, so close and tenderly, is comforting beyond belief and you can't find the desire to leave anymore. 

"Can we at least go to your dressing room? I don't want everyone to see me like this."

"Of course, sweetheart. Come on." 

Sweet phrases of reassurance are whispered to you as she leads you away, keeping you safe from prying eyes the entire time. Jisoo appears in the doorway of the party room, raising a concerned brow when she sees the two of you approaching. Jennie shakes her head at the unnie before she can utter a word, giving her a silent answer as she uses her eyes to communicate what's happening. Jisoo eventually understands, and she offers a sympathetic nod when you pass by.  

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7 Months Later

"Hey Jennie, do you think you can go answer the door? I'd do it myself, but…" Jisoo trails off, glancing down at the bowl of partially mixed dough that sits in front of her on the counter. Her hands continue to knead the mixture as she looks up at the younger girl, subtly sighing in relief when she agrees. 

There's more than one reason behind having Jennie be the one to answer it. 

The brunette grabs a pen as she pads her way over to the door, ready to sign for a delivery package -- that's usually the only thing they get at the dorm, considering guests are discouraged for the most part. Screw YG and their rules. 

Being a bit clumsy, Jennie accidently knocks her phone out of her own hand as she opens the door, muttering out a quiet “shit” as she bends down to retrieve it. Her eyes trail over to the stylish boots that set just a few feet away, and her breath hitches. 

"Hi baby." You greet with that healing smile that she's missed so much, peering down at her with a look in your eye that makes her heart trip and stumble over itself. 

"Y/N!" She shrieks, jumping up from the ground and right into your arms. 

"Uumph--" you let out in surprise, making sure to catch her and prevent her from falling. Ever since you two began dating a few months ago, leaving has become harder and harder. Jennie is beyond thrilled to have you back again, and she tries not to think about the next business trip you'll have to take. It's a methodical rhythm -- a month or two abroad and the same amount back home, then you're left to repeat the cycle over and over. Both of you hate it, and you'd much rather spend all your time with her instead. After all, ever since the incident with Rosé all that time ago, Jennie has steadily worked her way into your heart and become someone you can't live without. You were close before, but you've reached a new level now -- and that's about the only thing you can thank Rosé for. By hurting you and showing you how little she cared, she effectively pushed you right into Jennie's waiting arms.

"I'm so happy you're home." She says with a sigh, truly grateful to have you in her arms again. You wrap your arms tighter around her waist and sway a little bit, both of you content with just holding each other for a while longer. The weather outside is dazzlingly perfect; signs of summer apparent in everything around you. Birds chirp their looping songs as they fly through the air, feeling the sun's gentle heat on their wings all the while. 

You move your head enough to be level with hers, bringing her in for a long-overdue kiss. She smiles into it, cupping your cheek with one of her hands as she languidly moves to deepen it. 

Rosé should've stayed in her room. She should've ignored her stomach's incessant grumbling for a snack; but she didn't. 

She gave in, and now she's stuck, rooted in place as she watches Jennie kiss you, the one that got away. It's like watching a train wreck: she can't look away, and part of her psyche knows she deserves this. The apple in her hands is the only thing working to distract her, and she grips it tightly within her clutch to comfort herself. You look good -- so good -- and Rosé doesn't know whether to be happy or not. She knows she didn't treat you right -- then or ever -- but for some selfish reason that she doesn't dare give voice to, she wants you to still be hurting. She wants you to be suffering like she is now, crying into your pillowcase at night when she crosses your mind. She wants you to miss the good times, though there may not have been enough of them, and she wants you to want her again. 

You've turned the tables on her, and she doesn't know how to cope. 

She realized what she had once it was gone -- once you were gone, too busy falling in love with Jennie to pay her any mind anymore. She misses how devoted you were to her and how much care you put into everything you did; she misses the consistency that you offered; she misses every sweet thing you ever did for her. Hell, she even misses hearing you ramble and seeing you blush when all she did was smile at you. 

But you're gone now, destined to be with her member when all she wants is another chance. She'll never get it, certainly not after everything she's put you through, and she resents herself for treating you so badly. All you ever did was care, and she was too self-centered to give a crap. 

She deserves this. She deserves to see you happy with Jennie, happy in a way she could never make you. For you, she deserves to hurt; to silently cry in her room when she hears the two of you on call, laughing about whatever new thing you experienced that day. Because it wasn't just the one instance of pain she inflicted on you; it wasn't just that one night at the performance hall -- it was a steady build up of rejection and half-assed excuses, and even she can't blame you for getting tired of it. She wishes she hadn't been so stupid to deny you. 

What's worse is that she's actually fallen for you now; she imagines what could've been, what would've been, had she given you an honest chance. She's never tried to deny how gorgeous you are -- that's a given -- but now you're bruisingly beautiful, shining with the happiness that Jennie's worked hard to instill in you again. Shining with the love you hold for that 5'4" angel. 

Maybe, if circumstances were different, you'd be in Rosé's arms right now. Perhaps in another life. 

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"Do you want to come in? Jisoo's working on some dessert for the lunch we just made. We can heat you up a plate in the meantime…" Jennie trails off, hoping to persuade you. She knows it's risky, considering the tension that feels almost tangible anytime the three of you are together, but she doesn't want to let you go so soon. 

"I don't know…" The uncertainty in your voice is clear, and Jennie watches as a slight grimace crosses your features when you look past her and into the dorm. Luckily Rosé had already found the will power to move to the dining room, so you're spared from seeing her just yet. 

"If things get weird or uncomfy we'll leave, okay? I promise." She says, knowing she's convinced you once you give her a little nod. 

"Okay. But I'm only doing this because I missed Jisoo's cooking." A playful glint shimmers in your eye as you quirk your head to the side, teasing her. 

"Hey!" She groans, pushing your shoulder as the two of you walk down the little concrete path that leads to the front door. "I'm kidding! I missed Lisa's jokes, too." 

You laugh at the gasp she lets out, and you make sure to turn around and press a kiss to her temple to stop her from pouting. 

--

"So, Y/N, where did you go this time?" Jisoo asks, leaning against the marble island of the kitchen as she pops a piece of tanghulu in her mouth. The crack of the sugary coating pulls your attention away from Rosé, where it had momentarily been -- she looks awful. Bags rest underneath her eyes, her normally vibrant features crestfallen now as her gaze scans across the food on her plate. 

You look at Jisoo as you answer her. "The states. We worked with some local companies and small businesses to get more promotional material out in front of people. It's actually pretty amazing, guys -- you're blowing up over there. They love you." The girls smile at your words, feeling a sense of accomplishment swell within themselves. Back when they were trainees they never imagined that they'd end up this far, and yet here they are, seeing their dreams come true, day after day. 

You're just happy to be along for the ride. It's not easy by any means -- people often crack under the pressure and get discouraged by the hustle and bustle of everything that such a major operation entails -- but you've never been more thankful for a position in your life. 

"As they should," Lisa smirks, looking self-assured with the little cocky motion she does. You almost choke on the piece of food you just stuffed in your mouth, laughing at how ridiculous she looks. 

After successfully not dying, you look at her and shake your head. "Lisa, what is wrong with you?" She puts on her infamous meme face, pretending to be shocked by your question, and you cackle again. The sound makes Rosé jealous; she wishes she were the one making you laugh like that. 

Another hour or so passes with the 5 of you just relaxing and snacking together at the table, taking turns trading stories and jokes in the meantime. After finishing your dessert and complimenting the unnie's cooking skills, you make your way towards the kitchen with a groan of, "I'm so full" thrown over your shoulder. 

You begin washing the dishes, finding it only fitting seeing as they spent all that time preparing such a good meal. It's the least you can do. A smile tugs at your cheeks when you hear the door open, followed by light footfalls against the hardwood. Jennie. 

Warm arms snake around your waist as she hugs you from behind, resting her cheek against your back. Your brows furrow when you notice an unusual thing -- either Jennie grew a few inches in the last 5 minutes, or someone else is holding you. Their cheek reaches a place Jennie isn't tall enough to, and it all hits you.

It's Rosé. 

You go to shut the water off and step away, but the sounds of her quiet sniffles give you pause. "Please don't." She whispers into your shirt, bunching the material up within her fingers against your stomach. A pang of sadness pulls against your heart strings, the long forgotten feeling reignited by the waver in her voice. "Rosé," you start with a sigh, ready to launch into the practiced speech of how happy you are with Jennie now and how you've moved on. She tugs at your shirt, slowly turning you around, and you can't find it in yourself to break her heart even further in this moment. Her eyes are filled with what tears have yet to stream down her face, brimming with the salty liquid you hate to see. 

Even after everything, you can't stand to see her cry. 

So, perhaps stupidly, you allow her to lean forward and rest her head against your chest; you let her fall into your arms, sinking into the embrace she never intended to miss so much. 

It was innocent. Completely, utterly innocent, but Rosé couldn't stop herself -- not when you were there again, right in front of her, looking so good it hurt. She wrapped her arms around your neck, pushing her lips against yours in a kiss you weren't prepared for at all. Her mouth moved quickly against yours, knowing you'd be shoving her away at any moment. But she was okay with being selfish again -- she needed you then, and you allowed her to keep kissing you until you realized what was happening. 

As you go to stumble away and put distance between the two of you, the door once again opens; only this time, it's actually Jennie. Her eyes immediately dart between the two of you as she notices how Rosie's hands are still holding you close, both of your lips swollen from the kiss. All at once you realize how the situation must look, and you begin panicking. You knew this was a bad idea from the start. 

"Jennie, no. I promise this isn't what you think." You shake your head, finally freeing yourself of Rosé's grip as you take a couple steps towards your girlfriend. She takes an equal amount back, scoffing lightly at the memory of the scene she just witnessed. 

"Yeah, okay," she says, sounding anything but convinced as she makes her way towards the door. You go after her, but she holds a hand up -- after knowing her for so long, you've learned that that signal means to give her some time alone. Both of you know you'll go after her again later, but she needs some time right now. As she leaves the dorm, the heavy sound of the door shutting is the only noise that cuts through the palpable tension. 

"How could you do that?" You ask, voice small, not even turning around to look at Rosé. You doubt that she's even sorry. 

She isn't sorry. At least, not for kissing you. It felt good to have you like that, and she doesn't regret it. However, from what angle of your face your side profile offers to her, she can see how upset you are. That's what makes her feel the slightest bit guilty for her timing. 

"I spent so much time trying to get you to notice me, and now you choose to do that? You're unbelievable, Roseanne-- I'm finally happy, and what, you want to ruin that?” She takes the blows as they come, staying quiet. “If you've ever cared about me at all then you'll stay away." You set your jaw, willing the tears to go away. You've wasted too many on her, and you'll be damned to look weak right now. 

"Y/N, I-" 

"No. Don't apologize when we both know you don't mean it. You've always been selfish, Rosé." You bite back, not caring if the words cut her down like her old ones always used to do to you. Earlier, before her little stunt, you were starting to feel sorry for her; clearly though, that was yet another mistake on your part. 

You leave without another word, praying that she doesn't further complicate the situation by following after you. Jennie is the only thing on your mind as you hop in your car, having an idea of where she might be.

--

"Jennie, no. I promise this isn't what you think." 

Your worried voice replays in her mind for the millionth time, further tormenting her. She's been cheated on before, so that phrase isn't a new thing to her. 

She was always afraid this would happen. She used to lay awake at night, overthinking as usual, wondering when the beautiful thing the two of you created would ultimately come crashing down. It was too good to be true, and she curses herself for foolishly believing any different. 

The better part of an hour passes by as she sits on the park bench, reminiscing on all the memories you've made here. The idea of ending things with you and starting over with someone else sinks in, and she hates the feeling. She only wants you -- she's only ever wanted you -- and the thought that things could really be over now hurts her more than she cares to admit. 

Your eyes scan across the park, ghosting over the playground equipment until they zero in on her, sitting near the fountain that you shared your first kiss. Such a sap, you smile bittersweetly. 

You ruffle through the plastic bag that sits in the passenger's seat, moving the receipt out of the way so that you can pick up what you're really after. Returning your hands to the steering wheel, you grip it while giving yourself a little pep talk before exiting the car. You press a kiss to the present in your hand for good luck, hoping this encounter will go well. 

Water spouts from the top of the fountain, the sound growing louder the closer you get to Jennie. Her back is turned to you, and for that you're thankful -- you're not quite prepared to see how she'll be looking at you. Now just a few feet away, you say, "Marry me."

You’ll do whatever it takes to show her how crazy you are about her.

Her head whips around, completely taken aback by your proposal. She thinks that there's no way you're serious, but when she looks down to find her favorite flavor of ring pop in your hand, her eyes widen. You're sick of wasting time, and seeing that she hasn't yelled at you or turned you away yet, you take advantage of the situation. 

"Marry me, Jennie," you repeat, taking small, careful steps towards her until you're right next to the bench. "She kissed me, but I tried to push her away. I told her that you're the only one for me." 

She blinks, taking in your words as she notices you nervously toy with the plastic wrapper of the candy. She knows you're telling the truth; you're a terrible liar, and you wouldn't be here right now if you didn't want her back. If you wanted to choose Rosé over her, you had the perfect opportunity to do so back at the dorm.

But you don't; you want Jennie, and now you're standing in the middle of your favorite park, proposing with a piece of candy to prove that to her. The things you do for love. 

"It just scared me, Y/N. Seeing her wrapped around you like that--"

"I know, baby. I know. But I promise I didn't want it, and it meant nothing to me. I'm so in love with you, Jennie Kim." 

She smiles at the dopey grin on your face, seeing how smitten you are. 

"Okay," she answers back, yet again looking at your hands. 

"Is that a yes?" You ask, slowly beginning to tear open the wrapper. 

"Yes, dummy. I'll marry you." She declares, nodding her head with a laugh at how slow you are sometimes. 

"Yay!" You shout, stepping forward to pick her up in your arms. You set her back down with a smile, slipping the ring onto her finger as your heart soars. 

Jennie kisses you, letting the action convey all the emotions she's been through in the past few hours. "I love you." She sighs, resting her forehead against yours. 

"I'd surely hope so, jagi," you smirk against her lips, giggling at the squeal she lets out when you playfully pinch her side. Her kisses are replacing all traces of Rosé, and she's comforted by the fact that you'll so adamantly choose her, everyday. 

With a smile, Jennie realizes something: never again will she be forced to dream of having you in another life -- her wishes came true, and now she'll have you in this one, always.