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earthlcved · 2 years
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his light-hearted joke and the offer to kick someone’s ass makes her smile grow, a soft laugh spilling from her lips. she has some really good friends who’d do anything to protect her, yet sometimes it still surprises her when someone actually tries to, even if it was only after something had happened. that wasn’t the case here, though.    “ no. no break-ins, just me being clumsy. “    which isn’t entirely a lie, she can be rather clumsy at times, but again, that hadn’t been the case. agatha gestures for him to make himself comfortable in the dining room while she disappeared into the kitchen once more, returning with a plate of cookies. she sets it down in front of nnoitra.    “ baked these just yesterday! so they should still be good and fresh. “
she sits down in the chair next to him, leans against the back, and folds her hands in her lap. she’s silent for a few moments, appearing thoughtful. nnoitra has always been an amazing friend to her, though she rarely confides in him. it’s not that she doesn’t trust him with her thoughts, her feelings, or even her memories, it was just that... well, even now she sometimes still struggles to feel like she isn’t bothering someone. surely he has far better things to listen to than her problems. still, she could, couldn’t she? as agatha mulls it over, she realizes she had, at some point as she sat there, clenched her jaw and was holding her breath.
looking up at nnoitra, she finally relaxes and exhales.    “ nnoitra, do you ever... do you ever feel something, something really strong, but you don’t know what to do with that feeling? you don’t know how to let it out? “    the faerie’s shoulders sink as she wrings her hands. her smile has faded.    “ m-maybe you try to repress that feeling at first, but it comes back again and again, stronger than the last time, until you just don’t know what to do with yourself. except maybe something that... that makes sense to do, even if only at that moment that you do it. “    her gaze lowers now and she chews the inside of her cheek. maren would probably know how to comfort her in a moment like this, but she was at work. she especially hated bothering her there. still, she had to talk about her feelings, otherwise she may have broken more than just a few plates. agatha could’ve had everything in that kitchen in pieces and splinters.
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“ i-i just... i got so angry earlier. i’ve been feeling it more and more and i’ve tried so hard to push it down or pour that feeling into my hobbies, but it just doesn’t work. so i... “    agatha forces down the lump in her throat. she looks up at him again, distressed and worried.    “ so i broke those plates myself. i smashed them against the edge of the counter. i just didn’t know what else to do. “
@despairforme​​​    /    cont. from here.
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blue-jisungs · 8 months
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hiii could i request smth with han jisung simping over his s/o and the rest of skz making fun of him for it? btw i love ur work <3
simp(ly in love)
a/n. thank u sm, it means a lot to me!! sorry you had to wait for so long, hopefully you’ll like it!! :D
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everyone was chilling in the garden at changbin’s parents’ house, the man himself frying the meat along with minho’s help. hyunjin and jeongin are playing a volleyball match against felix and chan. seungmin is mere moments from falling asleep next to han, who’s sipping on his iced tea.
it’s almost perfect. there’s just one thing missing.
you.
han let out yet another dramatic sigh, about 10th in the period of one hour time. seungmin grunted, still sadly awake.
“we know you miss y/n, get over it. it’s not like you broke up” he snarled, putting a pillow over his head.
right.
you’re away just on a trip with your friends. it’s just a three day trip to just another city. just without him and just to have some fun.
but god, he misses you so much. the house feels empty, there’s no sound of your sweet honey-alike laughter. your shoes and clothes are in one place, not messily thrown all around like always. when he comes home the silence greets him pathetically while his heart aches because of the lack of his welcome kiss. he’s basically sleepless, unable to rest without you next to him.
phone calls and video chats aren’t enough, han thinks he’ll explode and go berserk if he doesn’t hug you any time soon.
is this normal—?
“ta–da! the meat is done! i’ll go grab some kimchi from kitchen” changbin’s excited yelp makes han snap back into reality.
you’d love it here. you’d love the food, the vibe. he could picture you playing volleyball with the guys, whining that they’re cheating and eventually falling asleep between him and seungmin. only after helping to prepare the meal though…
“–han? oh my god. we lost him, guys” felix chuckled, sitting down. minho snapped his fingers in front of han’s face, a sheepish smile when he looked up at him confused.
“you’re such a… dramatic simp. she’s been away for only two days, dude. and! you’ve been talking like, non-stop. give her a rest” hyunjin chuckled, smiling boyishly. han murmured something incoherent about hyunjin being single and not knowing how it feels like when chan added:
“i never knew that side of you. well, maybe that explains why y/n always accompanied us on yours…”
changbin returned with kimchi and placed it down next to the still sizzling meat.
“he’d die” jeongin quickly summarised “you’re such a love-sick puppy”
“‘m not!” he whined and almost threw himself over the edge when his phone dinged with a message notification.
face lighting up, fingers swiping… only to see a text from minho. ‘lol’.
he glared up at him, causing all of them to burst out laughing.
“ha, ha. very funny. can’t a man just simply miss his gorgeous, beautiful and breathtaking girlfriend who he is madly i love with?” jisung frowned and his phone dinged again. this time it was you.
letting out a loud gasp he swiped just to see a cute picture of you. you were resting your chin in the palm of your hand, the other holding down a colourful drink. the sun shone prettily on the picture but your smile… your smile outshined it.
seungmin leaned forward to peek through his shoulder and smiled softly.
“my pretty y/nnie…” han cooed and saved the picture, fingers typing with the speed of light to tell you some compliments and yet again, to announce how much he missed you.
the others scoffed, starting to dig in the food. changbin’s mom arrived, holding a tray with iced teas for them.
han put his phone down, done for now. you said you’re having dinner too so he thought he won’t disturb you. letting out a deep sigh, he noticed changbin mom’s gaze on him.
“where’s that pretty girl of yours?” she asked suddenly, looking around “i thought she’s coming too?”
“well she’s on a trip with her friends…” han murmured, a pout forming in his lips.
“awh, it’s a shame. i was looking forward to see her again” changbin-mama shook her head.
“me too, mrs seo. me too” jisung sighed and plopped even more onto the couch, sprawling on it.
the woman giggled and patted his head before going back into the house to pack some kimchi for you.
[ masterlist <3 ]
taglist.@geniejunn ,, @luvhyun3 ,, @starlostseungmin ,, @elviransworld ,, @jnks6r ,, @sieunsgf ,, @ethereallino ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @duolingofanaccount ,, @slytherinshua ,, @stxrseungs,, @ka-ni-ma ,, @iliveforlixie ,, @ameliesaysshoo ,, @dazzlingligth ,, @mark-geolli ,, @l3visbby ,, @w3bqrl ,, @ddeonudepressions ,, @yourfavoritefreakyhan ,, @mirxzii ,, @kazmura ,, @primoppang ,, @nfrgirl
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being-addie · 1 year
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Healthy habits I'm developing for 2023
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It's already April and I'm still in that rut of sleeping at 2am, buying a quick fix of candy at the store when I have fruit at home, eating too many carbs and skipping the gym. Now, I'm getting my shit together.
It's easy to disguise bad habits with excuses. "Oh, I have exams coming up". "Work's been really draining lately". But if you don't change now, you'll be stuck in that same loop for the rest of your life.
Prioritising health:
Sleeping 7-8 hours every night: To end my absolutely atrocious amount of screen time, I've decided to delete all those distracting apps on my phone. It's hard, but worth it. Now I won't be tempted to scroll on Instagram when I should be sleeping.
Making healthy food choices: Choosing homemade granola over chocolate bars, banana bread over Nutella sandwiches, and homemade nachos over packaged chips makes a huge difference.
Working out: l go to the gym daily, but lately, I've been lazy and slacking off. So I want to start going again along with squeezing in a run in the evening. Finishing at least 8k steps every day. Moving my body in some way, whether it's dance or yoga.
Water: I have a bad habit of forgetting to drink water, even when it's right in front of me. So I've downloaded some water reminders to help me remember to drink. I've also decided to incorporate lemon honey iced tea into my diet because I'm a fiend for it.
Working smart:
Creating a to-do list: Committing to knocking off at least three things on a to-do list and gradually increasing the number of tasks.
Keeping devices away: I've started keeping my phone in my mom's room while I work, or I lock it in my cupboard so I won't get distracted, and I use extensions like WasteNoTime and StayFocusd to block unnecessary websites.
Dividing time: Making a schedule for my day, so I can divide school studies, sketching practice and homework. It is so important to block out parts of the day for morning and night routines and self-care.
Cleansing my life:
A clean workspace: Clean up my desk every day, so I can sit in an uncluttered space, and keep my racing mind calm.
Making my bed: Focusing on making sure my bed is clean first thing in the morning, so I have a place that's clean and warm after a long day.
Deleting social media: It was difficult, but I did it. Fighting the temptation to log in again is real, but I'm slowly coming to realise I don't care what people are posting on their stories, and the FOMO is slowly fading.
Toxic people: Getting rid of toxic friends, and deleting numbers and chats of people are who no longer important in my life. Having access to me is a privilege.
Self-care: Every Sunday, I'm setting aside a few hours for myself. During that time, I'll be having a long shower, deep conditioning my hair, using a scrub and exfoliator, shaving, moisturizing, and eating something nice. I'll be baking something for the rest of the week so I won't resort to junk food for dessert or snacks.
Understanding and knowing what you want in life is the first step to beginning your journey. Don't let others make you feel guilty for putting yourself first. It's your life, and ultimately, it's only you who can change it.
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wineauntie · 2 months
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FAMILY IS FAMILY— quinn hughes x single mother!reader
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summary: when your daughter comes home from school crying, you and Quinn try to get to the bottom of it.
note: I focused so much on Quinn and your daughter’s relationship, because I think they are the cutest!
warnings: use of y/n, fem!reader, use of names: Billy, Rosie, Evie, and Ollie— change them if they’re your name, fluff, Quinn being soft as hell, nicknames like honey, sweetheart, baby, and bug. Q being dad material.
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Your eyes darted around the preschool as you sat on the plastic chair in the reception. You'd received a call approximately twenty-two minutes ago from your child's teacher claiming that your four year old daughter, Evie, wouldn't and couldn't stop crying. To say you had dropped everything and rushed over immediately would be an understatement. The door to your left opened, revealing Evie wailing as she clutched her teacher's hand. You leapt to your feet, bundling your little girl in your arms.
"Oh, baby," you hushed, your hand clutching her head to your shoulder. Your daughter twisted her little fists into your jumper, sniffling as you turned to the teacher. "What prompted this?" You questioned, taking deep breaths to remain calm.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Y/L/N," the teacher grimaced, "it started after playtime, she was talking with her friends one moment and crying the next. I tried to understand what had happened but she wouldn't say. I'm really sorry…"
"It's fine," you sighed, cradling Evie closely as your hand ran through her hair. "I'll sign her out and take her home for the rest of the day."
It was no less than five minutes later when you buckled Evie into her car seat, and her crying eventually calmed, leaving tear-streaked cheeks and reddened wide eyes the only evidence that she'd even been so distraught.
"Mom, is Winnie at home?" Evie croaked, her bottom lip trembling as you tightened the last strap. Your lips quirked up momentarily at the name.
Quinn Hughes— or "Winnie" as your little girl proclaimed, had been your boyfriend of two years. You'd met him when Evie was just over two years old and he'd fallen head over heels. You'd been reluctant to get yourself into a relationship, especially since a relationship wouldn't just affect your life but also your daughter's. He'd understood and had taken things slowly, not pushing or pulling you in any way. He ensured that you had full control over the pace of the relationship, having a complete comprehension of exactly what was at stake.
When you'd eventually introduced him to Evie, he had been enraptured, vowing to protect and love the both of you. Evie, who had yet been able to master the pronunciation of the letter 'Q', had been quick to fall in love with "Winnie" and practically turned to him with every problem she faced. He taught her to tie her laces and how to skate.
The latter was the moment you knew Quinn was the one for you.
You remembered as he'd crouched in front of your sweet girl and helped her lace up her skates, whispering words of encouragement with a small smile. The rest of the Canucks and their families had gathered for the family skate, and your heart had warmed at the thought that Quinn had chosen you and Evie to be a part of it.
You had watched from the sidelines as Quinn had half-carried Evie around the ice, his hands firmly under her armpits as he grinned and let her skate-clad feet skin across the ice. He was cautious as he weaved through the various Canucks and their respective families on the ice, making sure Evie was careful and remained unhurt as she giggled and chatted with Quinn the entire session.
You let out a small chuckle, returning to the present as you bowed your head before brushing your thumb over Evie's cheekbone.
"Yeah, Winnie's at home, baby…c’mon, let’s go see him.”
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Once you'd unlocked the door, Evie had practically sprinted through the apartment ahead of you. You shut the door behind you and followed her trail until you arrived at the kitchen.
Evie was clutching Quinn's leg from where he’d abandoned the sandwich he was making on the counter top. He was laughing down at the girl whose arms and legs wrapped around him like a koala.
"Hey, Bug," Quinn laughed, slowly detaching the girl from his leg so that he could crouch down and be eye-to-eye with Evie. "You're home early." The girl shyly looked down at her hands, before she glanced back at you to explain. Quinn's eyes followed Evie's eyeline as his warm eyes locked with yours.
"The school called," you explained, crouching down on the other side of Evie. "This little one was crying and couldn't stop, they didn't know what to do…wouldn't tell her teacher or me why either."
"Crying?" Quinn's eyebrows furrowed together as he retrained his eyes on your daughter. Evie bit her little lip and weaved her hand into Quinn's nervously. "Why were you crying, bug?"
"'s nothing," Evie whispered, her rounded eyes welling with tears. You moved closer as Evie looked towards you before leaning closer to Quinn. "It'll make mommy sad." Quinn's lips formed an oh and glanced at you in worry.
"Evie, baby," you sighed quietly, your hand cupping her face lovingly. "Whatever happened won't make me sad."
"Pinky promise,"
You locked your finger around Evie's outstretched pinky and looked your daughter straight in the eyes.
"I promise,"
Those words were all it took for Evie to begin to cry again. You and Quinn sprung into action immediately stroking her back and hair, comforting your girl as she vibrated with sadness.
"Billy and Ollie said I'm a freak because I don't have a dad," she stammered, her speech broken with sobs. "And I tried to tell them I had a Q, but they just laughed!" Your heart broke as you made eye contact with a concerned Quinn, whose hand remained on Evie's trembling back.
"I told them that Q is just the same!" Evie now cried harder, avoiding Quinn's eyes. "But they didn't believe me, Mom, they said I was being silly! That Winnie was just a boy you clawed onto— that's what their mommies said!"
"Oh, baby girl," you soothed, pressing a kiss to Evie's hairline. You bit your lip in discontent. You knew that some of the other parents at the preschool talked about you behind your back- hell, it's not as if they were secretive over it.
You'd heard them theorise how you'd gotten Quinn in your grasp, how you'd gotten the captain of the Canucks to love you.
It was hurtful to hear, especially when you tried so hard to hide those harmful words from Evie. Seeing your fallen face, Quinn cleared his throat and shuffled closer to Evie.
"Evie," he began softly, tilting his head to try to make your daughter look at him. Evie slowly lifted her head, embarrassment flooding her face as she fidgeted with Quinn's head. "C'mon now, breathe for me…there we go." Evie gulped in some air through her sobs.
"That's it, sweetheart," Quinn spoke slowly. He waited for the girl to calm down before he continued. "Bug…firstly, you weren't being silly, and I'm sorry those boys were mean to you." He looked to you as you silently urged for him to continue.
"Secondly, you, me and your mom are a family," he continued, his voice steady and reassuring. "and we mightn't look like other families, but we are one. Families aren't all the same."
"Like how Rosie next door has two moms?" Evie murmured quietly as if unsure of her answer, she looked to Quinn and you for reassurance.
"Exactly!" Quinn smiled faintly, his hand tucking a strand of hair behind Evie's ear. The girl ducked her head with a shy grin. "What matters is what you feel here," he gently poked the spot above her heart, "not what other people may think."
Your eyes welled with tears as you watched Quinn talk so lovingly and with so much care. You watched as Evie reciprocated the affection, your heart full of warmth for the two of them.
"And just to add on," Quinn softly said, reaching your eyes once again. "I'm the one with claws in your mom and you, and I promise I'll be the best Q, for as long as you and your mom let me. No matter how many mean boys say otherwise."
Evie nodded and slowly shifted towards Quinn, falling into his as he opened his arms to hug her. You watched as she nuzzled her head into his shoulder, his hands lightly squeezing her.
Your eyes watered once more as she pulled away from him with a small, familiar smile, all semblance of tears long gone.
"Why don't you go get changed, honey?" You gently suggest, "We can have a movie day, yeah?"
Evie nodded rapidly with a sudden and wide grin. She looked between you and Quinn, giggling as she stepped towards you and wrapped her arms over your shoulders before releasing you and running towards her bedroom.
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The three of you had spent the evening on the couch, all of you adorning pyjamas and hoodies, curled beneath blankets as the third animated movie played throughout the living room. Quinn sat to your left, your head resting against his chest as Evie drifted off to sleep on your lap, her hand loosely grabbing Quinn's in her restful state.
You yawned silently, your hand covering your mouth causing Quinn to glance down at the two of you. With a tender smile and a chaste kiss on your forehead, he slowly shifted to turn off the television. He carefully lifted your body off of his before bending down to face you.
"Want me to take her to her bed?" He whispered, his hand brushing your mussed hair back out of your face.
"Please," you muttered in reply, your hands smoothing circles over Evie's sleeping form. "I think my body has gone dead."
Quinn chuckled briefly before slowly removing Evie from your grip and holding her close to his chest, his hand cradled behind her head as if she were a baby once again. He carefully moved around the couch, allowing you to stretch out your body that tingled with pins and needles. With another yawn, you gradually stood to your feet and made your way down the hall towards Evie's bedroom.
You softly opened the ajar door further, your tired eyes landing on Quinn who sat on the edge of Evie's bed, tucking her under the duvet. You watched as Evie nuzzled into the comfort of her bed as Quinn ran a hand over her hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead- quite like what he had done for you only moments ago. Evie mumbled in her sleep, your heart clenching as she reached out to clasp Quinn's shirt.
"Night, Dad,"
You froze at the door, Evie's sleep-riddled words echoing around her room. Quinn's head snapped around towards you, a shocked expression plastered across his every feature. A second passed before Quinn pulled himself together and kissed her forehead again.
"Night, bug,"
He pulled away, swiftly making his way to your side as you quietly shut Evie's door. The two of you stood close together, your lip between your teeth in anxiety.
"She just called me dad," Quinn murmured, glancing towards the bedroom door.
"I know," You answered, your eyes searching his for any panic or horror. "I…how did you…do you mind it?!"
"She called me dad!" Quinn gathered you in his arms, crashing his lips to yours as he lifted you off the ground. Your hands intertwined around your neck as you reciprocated his loving kiss, your heart swelling with joy at how elated he seemed.
The room seemed to hold its breath as Quinn slowly lowered you back to the ground, his eyes never leaving yours. It was as if time had frozen, all the worries and doubts dissipating into the air. At that moment, you knew that everything was going to be alright. The love between the two of you had always been strong, but this milestone, this connection that Evie had just unknowingly solidified, felt like a beautiful blessing.
"I love you," you choked out, your voice filled with emotions that couldn't possibly be conveyed in those three simple words alone. "So much…"
"I love you too," Quinn replied, his voice filled with a sincerity that touched your soul. "And I love her, our little bug, more than words can explain."
The weight of his words hung in the air, the realisation of what you both were embarking on sinking deep within your hearts. You found comfort in each other's arms, the world outside of the shared apartment fading away as you held onto one another. The future suddenly felt bright, filled with the promise of shared laughter, tears, and unforgettable moments.
As you rested your head against Quinn's chest, you could feel his heartbeat syncing with yours, a rhythmic reminder of the love that enveloped you both. The path ahead might not always be easy, but with each other by your sides, you were ready to face whatever came your way.
He is the cutest and I want to put this man in my pocket and carry him around with me <3
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lowkeyrobin · 1 month
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hi pookie can I get an mcyt with reader that bakes?? Like they'll just come in on stream and give mcyts a fucking platter of baked goods lol
-🎀 anon
oooo yes omg!! thank you 🎀 anon! <3 got the whole gang in here for this one LOL
MCYT ; "in my baker era"
includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, foolish gamers, slimecicle, karl jacobs, & cellbit
warnings ; language, mentions of drugs
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TOMMYINNIT
"Hi y/n- oh, thank you, darling!'
literally has the widest smile on his face
shows off the goods to the stream
"do these have any drugs in them? me n charlie are trying to sell drugs, y/n. we need more stock"
you hear charlie screaming through tommys headphones, "we need the grain, y/n! we need THE GRAIN"
bro is munching away on those cookies holy shit
he feeds chat as well dw
TUBBO
"Oh, hi y/n/n. wh- ohmygosh, thank you!"
smiles and gives you a little hug before showing off the goodies to stream & his friends
"look what y/n made me! I can't wait to try these" He smiles looking back at you
"new recipe, tell me if you like them"
"will do!"
he gives you a thumbs up as he shoves his mouth full of the cupcakes
safe to say he's a fan of the birthday cake flavored cupcakes
RANBOO
"Hey babe! Oh, thank you!"
does a whole 360 of the plate for chat 💀💀💀💀
"Oh my God, these are so fucking good"
"guys, y/ns in their baking era. can you write an album about that? please become Taylor swift for us"
"BAHHAHAHAH"
literally takes a picture as per usual and posts it to Twitter LMAO
he gets some fans to send you recipes you should try for a serious baking stream LMAO
BADLINU
"Hey love- oh, hi!"
all smiles and shit, he swears you have a sixth sense to know when people are hungry
"guys, y/n made me some bisexuality cake!" He giggles, showing off the tri-colored cake on the plate
he was making a video with harry, tubbo & tommy so everyone had their facecams on
it was like a three tier cake you made and cut out a slice for him
the inside was just the bi flag and the outside was plain white with some fun icing piper testing
he tries it and it's SO MOIST AND SOFT IT IS PERFECT.
there's just 5 raw minutes of him telling you how amazing this fucking cake is LMAO
QUACKITY
"Hey, I'm streaming ba- ohmyfuckinggodthankyou!!"
does a 360 of the plate for the camera
"Holy shit these look so fucking good, thank you so much, y/n"
he's literally just streaming on the qsmp with roeir and fit and he like games and eats the damn cookies at the same time LMFAO
"Dude I feel like I'm high, these are so good, what's in this shit?"
"cocaine"
"WHAT!? DID YOU JUST DRUG ME? GUYS, MY PARTNER DRUGGED ME, HELP"
you're just playing into the bit dw
best red velvet cookies he's ever eaten
CELLBIT
"Hey darling, what's up?"
you hand him the little strawberry shortcake and he just looks at you like 😍😍
turns to his stream and shoves the plate up to the camera all happy like "Oh my God look what they made for me!"
he eats the entirety of it on stream and asks you a bunch of questions
like how you made it, where you found the recipe, etc
he shares it with you too 💔🫶
NIHACHU
"Hi honey! Ooo, what's this called?"
"Chocolate mousse. it's a little thick because it's my first time making it but let me know if it's good"
she holds that little glass like it's her child
she tries it with a tiny spoon you gave her and she's like "oh my God this is amazing, y/n/n"
shows it off to the friends she's streaming with too
"send them more recipes guys, I wanna be spoiled with sweets!"
"thank you nikis viewers!! love you all"
FOOLISH GAMERS
when I tell you this man's face LIGHTS UP.
"you made me fudge? oh my God! I love you"
literally spends the next 15 minutes talking to you and gobbling the fudge down
"since when do you make fudge??"
"since I wanted to try" you shrug
"you should totally make some more... when you're not busy and if you want to!"
"Thank you y/n! everyone say thank you!"
KARL JACOBS
"Hi babe! Oh my God, thank you!!"
literally jumping around
you made him a chocolate cake, and the icing was multicolored and you made sure to make it like karl themed basically
it was so cute omg
"guys!! look what they made me, I love my partner so fucking much!"
gives you multiple kisses before he gulps it down lmaooo
SLIMECICLE
"Oh, hi y/n! thank you so much"
does a 360 for stream
"when did you find time to make this? I thought you were at work????"
"special treat" you shrug
you watch him run across the qsmp and go to ems bakery to sit inside and eat it 😭
he keeps you on stream for a while cause chat loves you n stuff 🫶🫶
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trsrina · 1 month
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valentine’s day with zerobaseone
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gn reader, established relationship, fluff !! mentions of food, not proofread
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jiwoong
- even after having been in a relationship with jiwoong for some time now, you still kick your feet and get all excited when you receive your yearly valentine’s surprise from him
- sends a box of chocolates and a bouquet of blue roses to your workplace in the middle of the day with a love letter in it (probably some cheesy love poem he racked his brain to come up with and feels very proud of)
- it will probably be something like “roses are red. my face is too. that only happens when i’m around you” written with crayons and decorated with silly childish stickers and doodles ,and you had to resist letting out the loudest laugh ever at that since you were still at work
other members under the cut!
zhanghao
- sorry but YOU have to ask him to be your valentine, not the other way around and you have to do it fast before anyone else (hanbin) snatches him away from you
- no but seriously he would’ve cleared out his entire schedule for that day just to spend it all with you going out just idk eating at some cute but overpriced café (don’t worry, he pays), shopping and just gossiping over some coffee
- ends the day with a night stroll at a park with your hands intertwined and swinging by your sides maybe feed some ducks you saw while chatting the night away and just giggling to each other about something silly. it was simple but meant so much to the both of you
hanbin
- this is so serious for him like no one takes valentine’s day as serious as him so he makes sure to give you princess treatment throughout the whole day
- you wake up to the sound of a grizzling pan and smelling the aroma of the breakfast he’s preparing for you and damn this man CAN cook. serves you a five course meal at 8 am in the morning with like heart-shaped pancakes and eggs like this man is not real (sorry i just love domestic hanbin)
- after breakfast, you two return to bed since you were still feeling sleepy. he cuddles you to sleep, your head buried in his chest and literally clinging onto him, him with his arms tightly wrapped around you in a comforting embrace, gently patting you to sleep as he leaves small pecks all around your face and he probably has even more stuff planned later in the day
matthew
- matthew biggest green flag. spent so long planning the perfect valentine’s date for you and surprised you with a romantic picnic at the beach. he even sets up a table and chairs for the both of you, made sure all the food was perfect
- i can envision him covering your eyes during the walk from the car to the beach then surprising you. pulls out your chair for you and pushes your hair behind your ear and when you ask why he’ll say, “just wanted to take a better look at your pretty face”
- makes you giggles at his jokes the whole time and at last, gives you a final surprise which was an adorable cake with ‘happy valentine’s day’ written on it with icing that he spent the majority of yesterday making for you (u have no idea how many times he had to redo it)
taerae
- he serenades you. that would be the most taerae thing to do like seriously. he would start planning since christmas, writing a whole love song for you, him writing and composing it for you all by himself
- he would be so nervous when the day arrives. he would take you out to a nice restaurant, surprising you with flowers and all, then when the both of you return home, he sits you down on the couch and takes out his guitar
- starts strumming and you’re like, “i don’t recognise this song?” and realises that he wrote it and it took everything in you to not start crying on the spot. serenades you with his honey-like sweet voice while looking into your eyes like a lovesick man, literally making heart eyes at you and smiling like an idiot
ricky
- sends you a text in the morning which reads, “morning, baby. happy valentine’s day. i reserved a table at xxx restaurant for us at 6 pm. i’ll pick you up at 5:30 pm. i love you.”
- the moment you receive that text you start giggling and kicking your feet while burying your face into your pillow, only ricky can make you feel this way.
- you dress up for him and the moment you see him, he’s leaning against his car in a button up with the first few buttons unbuttoned and a huge bouquet of flowers. holds your hand the whole time, during the ride and dinner, listens intently to all of your rambling during the whole of dinner and also pays !!! (bc he’s young and rich)
gyuvin
- rings your doorbell enthusiastically with flowers and gifts dressed in his best attire, fixing his hair every few seconds to make sure he looks perfect for you. shyly hands you the bouquet he arranged himself when you open the door
- he would drag you to a dog café for your date and he’s most likely even more excited about this than you, just looking at the bright grin on his face and the giggles he lets out while he plays with the puppies makes a smile appear on your face too
- would probably point at every dog and says it looks like you because it’s cute just like you. no but imagine you guys sharing a pasta together and accidentally recreating the lady and tramp scene omg
gunwook
- bowling date with gunwook omg okay his jaw will literally drop the moment he sees you arrive all dressed up like he thinks you’re drop dead gorgeous and won’t stop giggling and blushing every time he glances at you
- pays for everything and takes the chance to show up his skills in bowling. coolest guy ever just the way he confidently strikes the bowling pins with the bowling ball but gets so shy and blush when you cheer for him and compliment him
- and when you’re getting food together at a restaurant, he would not stop staring at you. his head propped up on his hand as he stares at you hopelessly, utterly lost in your eyes and down bad. type to wipe your mouth for you when you have something in the corner of your lips.
yujin
- your first valentine’s day together so he would be so anxious about it and shy. he would make sure everything goes smoothly and plans it all out like buying tickets to that movie you said you wanted to watch in advance and making reservations for a restaurant you mentioned you wanted to visit before (most likely the first time he ever made a reservation by himself in his lifetime)
- takes you to the movies and insists on paying for your popcorn and drinks. probably watching some cheesy romcom together and since it’s valentine’s day, you’re surrounded with couples which just makes him even shyer
- holds your hand and whispers silly comments about the movie in your ear throughout the movie. he couldn’t focus at all because you were right beside him
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seventeen and their love languages <3
(!!! put as a warning for swearing unless stated otherwise)
choi seungcheol - acts of service + physical touch
so so SO protective oh my god 😭 but his love for you is so pure. no matter how busy his schedule is, he always finds a way to incorporate you. he’ll either make it a point to let you know whenever he’s busy so you’re not waiting up for him or literally tells his manager to pull over when he’s near your house and sprint over to see you for two mere seconds. you say he’s a bit obsessed (of course in a playful way, but also, he really is obsessed) and he always tries to defend himself but eventually let’s himself take the fall. for one, he can never stay mad at you no matter how hard he tries and two, well, you’re you. how can he not be obsessed with you?
“what if i told you i was outside?” he sighs into the phone, kicking a nearby rock and trying his best to bundle himself in this cold cold weather.
“seungcheol?!” you half whisper yet practically exclaim. he’s so unbelievable, but why does it bring the warmest feeling to your cheeks? “what are you doing outside at this time? don’t you have practice right about now?” you place your phone down briefly to wish the leaving customer a good day, only to see your marshmallow of a boyfriend walk in. you make a mental note to thank your lucky stars that there’s no one else on the building.
he’s in his padded jacket with multiple layers underneath. you can barely see his face that’s hidden behind the mask, but the overdramatized outfit is enough for you to tell who it is. it wasn’t that cold out.
“can i get an iced americano?” he pulls the mask down and you chuckle. “and also maybe a date once you’re off work?”
you should be used to this by now. he’s the type of guy to surprise you any chance he gets. “a date?” you repeat, watching as his hand searches for yours from over the counter. he nods, tilting his head the side slightly as if asking you again.
“what do you have planned?” you ask, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. he grins, taking that as a yes.
“i just want to stay in with you today. we don’t have to do anything” he suggests.
you take a second to think, “then nothing it is”
“why is seungkwan cursing at you in the group chat?”
“oh my god, you distracted me” he panics, “i forgot to give him his iced americano”
“oh so this is my fault?”
“of course not honey, i love you”
yoon jeonghan - words of affirmation + quality time
jeonghan is such a delight. your love is so young and playful, never losing its fun. he also knows you alarmingly so well. you’re insecure? he’s right by your side and listing his favourite things about you (with an occasional embarrassing fact about himself here and there because he can’t seem to help himself when it comes to making you feel better). you’re annoyed because he pranked you again? he’s playfully looking at you and telling you that you shouldn’t be surprised anymore. you’re roasting him? he probably roasted you first LMAOOO. words of affirmation via soft roasts 👍 but i think no matter how often he may tease you or joke around, he’s never one to take it too far. he’s so respectful of your boundaries and makes it very clear that your feelings are what matter first to him. communication is so important to him (please don’t make me continue cus I’ll start to violently sob)
“they were totally flirting with you,” you mumble, tossing your keys on the counter. scratch that, more like slamming them. you couldn’t seem to help it though. not when your boyfriend couldn’t figure out why exactly you were upset.
“darling they weren’t flirting, they were just being friendly” he reasons after shrugging his jacket off, now fiddling with his watch. normally you’d help him take it off, but you’d rather watch him struggle to unclip it from across the room.
“friendly.” you scoff, finally caving in and helping him take off his stupid watch, actively trying to avoid eye contact with your stupid boyfriend who’s looking at you with a stupid smile—
“are you…. jealous?” he’s grinning.
you roll your eyes, giving him a light shove. “no,”
“you totally are!” he’s practically beaming now. you were never one to get jealous. he figured it was because you trusted him, and you do. but in all honesty, he’s never given you a reason to be jealous. not until today. “you know i never would have even noticed right? i may have been talking to someone else, but you were on my mind the whole time. you have absolutely nothing to worry about, honey. i honestly didn’t even know you could even get jealous considering how loyal i am-“
“shut up,” you mutter, attempting to walk away but ultimately being pulled back to face him once again.
“make me.” he teases, holding up his pinky, “i promise i won’t tell anyone that you were jealous”
“you’re an idiot,” you say, stepping forward into his embrace, to which he happily sways the both of you side to side.
“you’re lucky i didn’t even realize they were flirting with me,” he starts waddling the both of you to the couch, “otherwise i would’ve accidentally exposed our relationship.”
“you totally wouldn’t have,”
“you’re right, i wouldn’t.” he laughs, “i’m saving that announcement for our marriage”
“jeonghan!”
!!! joshua hong - gift giving + quality time
sigh. he doesn’t call himself a gentleman for no reason. dating him is straight up like it’s from a movie. he’s attentive and just overall so respectful to not only you but to your relationship as well. he doesn’t even try to make your relationship seem so picture-perfect, it all just comes naturally. ofc there are gonna be bumps in the road but he’s always going to remind you that he’d rather fight and try to work it out with you than move onto somebody else. he thinks you’re worth every hardship. he allows himself to break down every barrier whenever you're around, just letting him be himself. is he perfect? no. will there be bumps in the road? probably lmao. but will he fight like hell to make sure you know that his heart belongs to you? damn straight.
“it’s rude to stare, you know,” you start, eyes not even leaving the magazine you were flipping through. you could feel his piercing gaze from a mile away.
his chuckle is heard from the other end of the bed as he ventures closer to you, your once comfy position is now maneuvered for the both of you to view the catalogue in your hands.
“staring? more like admiring.”
you roll your eyes, putting the magazine down briefly. his eyes are playful as they stare down at you, while you return his gaze with a really? that’s all you got?
“what? i can’t admire my fiancé?” he sighs while leaning closer to you, never letting himself get tired of that word. fiancé. it just has the best ring to it, especially knowing that you’re his and he’s yours.
“not when they’re trying to decide on something that will make or break the marriage,” you retort, pushing his face that was inching closer to yours away to view the catalogue once again.
“since when did the floral arrangements decide the course of our marriage?” he’s dumbstruck. leave it up to you to keep him on his toes.
“they don’t. i was just testing you to see if you actually cared about what i was looking at.” you’re laughing at the playful look of hurt on his face. “i’m kidding, you’re probably stressing over the flowers more than i am.”
“maybe,” he shrugs, slipping out of your warm embrace. he’s shuffling around the room for a bit, finally deciding to stand beside you with his hands hidden behind him, “or maybe what matters more to me right now is that you like these flowers?” he whips out a bouquet from behind him. how he even managed to sneak them into the room is beyond you.
“oh my god,” you breathe, “fuck the flowers at the reception, this is definitely more important right now.”
“you know, i think you’re the prettiest-“
“if you say i’m the prettiest flower josh, i swear to god the wedding is off.”
wen junhui - quality time + words of affirmation
i think it’s safe to say that I probably had the hardest time figuring out what sort of love language he is. not only is he the literal definition of the word love, but he also just has the purest of souls. this is your world and he is just living in it. the type of guy to raise a boombox over his head outside your window to confess his dying love to you... :( also probably kicks his legs back and forth while texting you or something LMAOOOOOO his favourite moment with you, you may ask? probably when he’s teaching you to dance one of their choreographies. you’re shy and definitely a bit clumsy but he can’t help but he absolutely enchanted by you (and in his words, ‘put hoshi to shame’) just loves the fact that you’re interested in something he loves. it doesn’t take much to make him happy to be honest, so you don’t even have to try. you being there makes him over the moon.
“its late,” you remind him, glancing at the clock on your microwave. “you should sleep now,” you’re on the phone with your boyfriend who’s just flown out of the country and back within the last 9 hours, never mind all the schedules inbetween. anyone would be exhausted.
he’s not complaining though, he never does. if anything, he’d rather stay on the phone with you than rest. “says the person who’s still up, trying to finish the thesis for class.”
you roll your eyes as you finish making your sandwich. he’s got a point, but you’d never admit that. “shut up,” you retort before taking a bite. once you finish putting the ingredients away, you head back to your room.
he’s smiling on the other side of the line, knowing fully well that you don’t have an argument against him. “are you almost done?” he asks, silently signalling a thank you to his manager who was willing to drive him over at this time. he exits the car and makes his way to the entrance of the building. the faster he gets to you, the faster he can convince you to shut your laptop off and head to bed.
he knows you’d never listen to him if he wasn’t physically there beside you. it was exasperating at first but overtime he came to realize that your thick skull actually made your relationship just that much stronger. after all, he drove over just to surprise you, didn’t he?
“almost,” you sigh, adjusting your glasses. “this thesis is a pain in the ass. it’s taken every living cell in my body to not curse my prof out. who assigns a gazillion word thesis and expects it to be done in a day and a half?”
he chuckles, exiting the elevator and heads straight to you apartment. “someone who clearly isn’t scared of your wrath. by the way, can you open the door?”
you halt your typing and stare at your phone placed beside your laptop. surely you didn’t hear him correctly… right?
“yes, i’m really here,” he doesn’t hear you as you hurriedly jump out of your chair, stumbling your way across your apartment. “and.. maybe im a bit tired. so i would really appreciate it if you open the d—“
you’re swinging the door open before he could finish his sentence, “you’re here,” you exhale, accepting him into your embrace.
“always. and i’m also taking you straight to bed. why are you looking at me like that? we’re going to sleep!”
!!! + brief mentioning of alcohol
kwon soonyoung - words of affirmation + gift giving
your very very personal hypeman!! always uplifting you whenever you’re feeling even just a teeny bit insecure. i see him as being a spontaneous gift giver. i mean, have you seen his wardrobe?? will spoil you rotten with the most lavish gifts. that being said, he didn’t get you these gifts for the materialistic aspect, but he just wants you to know that he (pardon me) fucking adores you and wants you to know he will go extreme measures to show you. i think he would have a hard time expressing the right words on how he actually feels about you. (you both can tell he feels a lot, it’s just the matter of how he would form it into words is what he can’t seem to do) but there's one thing for sure, this boy is a SIMP. he is a simp and will admit it to anyone proudly.
if someone were to ask you what the most memorable dates with him were, you’d simply answer with:
sneaking out to your backyard late at night and watching as his eyes glimmer with happiness while lighting the fireworks (and almost getting caught when your neighbour barges out his door, searching for the culprit)
surprising him at one of his tour stops
winding down for the night after a particularly hard day and basking in each others company (technically not a date but hey, it counts)
if he had to answer that same question, his answers would be:
dragging you to the zoo and — ding ding ding! — taking you to the tiger sanctuary
drunkenly singing love songs to each other at karaoke… in front of the rest of the boys
introducing you to said boys
unanimously, it’s decided that your first date is hard to beat in terms of favourites.
he isn’t sure why he had even thought of suggesting to go hiking for your first date but is equally as surprised when you had reluctantly agreed.
the first 40 minute hike up was filled with lots of curses in his direction, to which he blissfully ignores due to the fact that you were holding his hand. how can he pay attention when all of it is zeroed in on the fact that he's telling him brain to not get his hand clammy?
the hike down was unfortunately the problem though. after foolishly suggesting to race down the hill, (he can’t even defend himself at this point) you had agreed, only because you wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. after a moment where you swore you were beating him, you didn’t see a tree branch on the ground and stepped down a bit funny resulting in even more cursing but for a completely different reason.
it was all a blur. him panicking, you clutching your ankle for dear life and him panicking even more after seeing how quickly it was starting to swell. after a quick visit to the ER and a pinky promise to never mention this date to anyone ever, he spent the remainder of the day piggybacking you around all the spots he had still planned for the date.
despite all that though, you had still decided to go on another date with him. hell, you had decided to be exclusive with him.
it was all oddly charming in a way, and you could have never asked for a better date.
hiking is still banned though.
jeon wonwoo - quality time + acts of service
type of lover who is simply there for you with no words needed. a comforting love that's filled with quiet hand holding and blushing as you gaze into each others eyes. he's patient, letting you let out your spur of the moment thoughts while he sits back and admires, constantly thinking to himself that he could never love and adore anyone as much as he does you. his inner extrovertedness definitely comes out when you're around - he allows himself to feel giddy like a teenage schoolgirl falling for her first crush. also, this is my personal opinion - he is very protective over you. if not, the most protective compared to the rest of the boys. 1. you’re his. 2. he doesn’t really like to share. 3. there is no three. sunshine (you) and sunshine protector (him) type beat (get it? because you're his sunshine)
the hype around the first snowfall of the year had always been a bit frivolous to you. as you walk down the rather busy road to head back to your warm apartment, you pass by dozens of couples who are buzzing at the unexpected flakes falling from the sky.
you sigh, thinking of your own lover who would’ve totally agreed with your comment. if someone’s love will last, it has nothing to do with a first snowfall… right?
wonwoo was set to come home in a couple of weeks. that you could tolerate, but the thought of him having to bundle up more than the average person in this specific weather once he’s gets home leaves a pang in your heart. before you know it, your fingers are navigating through your phone to a familiar contact.
you - it’s snowing back home… i hope it’s not too cold where you are
he’s not the best texter, but to your surprise, he replies to your message right away.
him - It’s snowing where I am too.
you let out a snort at his short yet blunt text. again, he’s not the best texter but he definitely tries his best.
pocketing your phone, you turn the last corner you need to, your apartment building now in sight. you figured calling him would be better, but you’d rather do that once you’re settled and comfortable at home.
until it dawned on you.
you - it’s snowing in jakarta right now?
he reads your message but doesn’t respond causing your heart to speed up in pace. there’s absolutely no way.
after practically sprinting to your door, you stop to catch your breath quickly in front of it. it’s okay. you’ll call him and confirm where he is. if he’s home - which you’re trying not to think about too much so you’re not too disappointed if he wasn’t - you’ll bus to where he was. or maybe you could uber?
“hey.” you hadn’t even noticed your door swinging open, revealing your boyfriend dressed in his padded jacket.
you gawk at him, pushing his shoulder with a shout, “i cannot believe you fooled me!”
“i told you we were busy this morning,” he laughs, grabbing your arm to pull you into his embrace.
“busy as in at the airport and on a plane?” he lets out another breathless laugh as you look at him in disbelief, “wait, where are you taking me?”
as you finish your last sentence, he’s already ushering you out a little further and closes the door behind him, leading you to the elevator. “its the first snow,” he says once you’ve finally made it outside. “i know what you’re thinking. the first snow isn’t an accurate representation of how long we’ll be in love, and i know we’ll be in love for a long time, snow or not. but i don’t care, i want to spend it with you.”
you’re not sure if it’s the sincerity of his voice that causes you to blush or the fact that he’s so confident in his feelings. there’s one thing you’re sure of though.
jeon wonwoo is the embodiment of the feeling people get when the first snow happens. an airy sort of feeling, excitement and.. love.
so yeah, it’s kind of hard not to love the first snowfall when wonwoo was with you.
lee jihoon - quality time + gift giving
😭😭😭!! jihoon is just so…… !!!!! definitely has a hard time expressing how he feels about you, but it’s so consuming that he has to let it out somehow. in my eyes, he’s a gift giver (and just lover in general) in the form of music. he’ll do small things like hum certain songs that remind him of you when you’re around to making playlists for your five hour road trip to literally writing a whole album about you (will he ever show it to you? maybe. will he literally spend many hours making it and creating the cover art because he’s just that passionate about your relationship? absolutely.) he gets a bit carried away but he can never seem to help it, he’s absolutely whipped for you, and when he’s in love he’s in LOVE
“one second, wait here��� you say, jumping up from your comfy position in front of him and leaving him with a questioning look on his face. you seem a bit eager compared to your previous complaints about being exhausted.
to be fair, he never was one to like celebrating birthdays. he likes to keep the gathering as small as possible (but definitely doesn’t mind the presents). it’s more genuine that way he thinks, him surrounded by all the people he truly loves is something he much rather prefers.
it’s late into the night and probably past his birthday at this point, the two of you just returning from his birthday dinner that was held with some of his dear friends and family. he’s quiet- with a lingering smile playing on his lips- but happy.
after a couple minutes without you retuning, he lets out a small scoff. you’re definitely up to no good. “one second my ass” he chuckles to himself.
he’s about to get up from the bed, but is stopped when a soft light illuminates the room and he’s face to face with your bashful smile.
you’re there. standing in front of him with a cake that was probably made from scratch and softly singing him happy birthday. he can’t seem to bring out any words after you’re done. you’re peering at him and quietly telling him to make a wish, but what more does he need to wish for? he has everything he needs right in front of him. he hesitates for a second but complies, wishing for absolutely nothing to ever change.
he finally understands. he’s sang to you millions of times and you’ve never failed to remind him how much you love his voice. he thought you were just saying that to say it, but after listening to you sing with the softness and comfortability with just the two of you there, he could listen to you sing for hours.
“happy birth- I just realized what time it is. I didn’t really think this through did i? whatever. happy birthday jihoon, I love you” you’re both laughing, love just radiating off one another. this is the best birthday he could’ve ever asked for.
lee seokmin - literally all 5
first off i want to apologize to all the seokmin stans out there because i just know you want to beat me up through the internet right now. he’s just!!! so!!!! lovely!!!! just a ☀️💗💖 type of person. he himself confirmed words of affirmation (surprise surprise) but who is he kidding??? that man is the literal embodiment of all the love languages. he’s always reminding you how loveable you are, especially in the moments where your insecurities are getting the best of you. he will show you love in its purest form, and will never ever let you forget that you mean the world to him.
you can feel his eyes on you as you comfortably sit beside him, placing your legs over his. “so i was thinking,” he starts, tapping his finger on his chin.
oh no. nothing good ever happens when he starts with that. “yes?” you hum, tearing your gaze away from the tv to focus all your attention on him.
“i know you’ve met the members before, but do you think, maybe, i can meet your friends and family and you can meet mine?” he stumbles over a few words and starts playing with your hands to busy himself. “i love you. and honestly, i just want all the important people in my life to meet you and adore you as much as i do.” he pauses before letting out a chuckle, “well, maybe a bit less, because i adore you the most.”
you’re quiet. it’s not that you don’t want him to meet your loved ones because god, of course you do, but how are you supposed to explain that you want to keep him in this little bubble?
this bubble of love and joy. you know it’s selfish, wanting to hide him away from the world and just let the two of you be the two of you. without the judgement of anyone else. dokyeom is a very understanding person and has never once judged you. so why is this so hard to admit to him?
his eyes are patient as they gaze at you. he’s trying to read the expression on your face but it doesn’t seem to work, “of course, if this is something you’re not comfortable with, we can always reintroduce it down the road,”
you shake your head, removing your hand from his to hold his cheek. his eyes close as he leans into your touch. “i’d love to meet your friends and family, seok,” you whisper, connecting your foreheads together, “i was scared at first because i don’t like the thought of people having their assumptions about our relationship but i can see this is really important to you,” you pull back to look at him. he who is looking at you like you could rearrange the stars in the sky. “and i just realized that the only opinion i should care about is ours.”
“you know what? let’s just stay like this for a bit,” his eyes are understanding as he inches a bit closer to you, almost as if he can’t seem to help it, “i want to keep you to myself for a little longer. just you and me.”
“are you sure?” you ask only because his conclusion is so vastly different from his initial proposal. “we’ve been dating for the last couple months and my friends have definitely been nagging at me to meet my boyfriend that I keep talking about”
“i’m sure.” he seals it with a peck to your lips, “besides, your comfortability is what matters most to me. if your friends love you, they’ll understand,” he says, “but they better not love you more than I do…”
kim mingyu - physical touch + words of affirmation (confirmed) + acts of service (confirmed)
two words. puppy. love. he’s just….. so down bad for you, need i say more? if you give him a piece of your heart, he will give you the world type of relationship. with mingyu, there is never a dull moment. constantly laughing with each other and allowing your inner child to heal with him in your presence. is a simp and is PROUD about it... but also tries to deny it? its funny, because everyone knows damn well what kind of lover he is. super sweet, super affectionate, maybe a little immature... you know it, he knows it, his members sure as hell knows it. but the second they try to tease him, he's denying all their allegations. he doesn't really want them knowing that you're his soft spot in human form - after all, they'd just use it to their advantage - but from the way he glances so dotingly at you, is he really fooling anyone?
“is that my hoodie?” he’s grinning as he widens the door just a smidge to lean against the doorframe.
you know he’s getting a kick out of this and you let him have his moment before adding, “gyu, you asked me to wear it,”
he shushes you while taking your arm to guide you in and shutting the door behind you. “thanks for coming,” he softly says and watches as you cross the room to sit on the couch.
again, you let him have his moment before turning to face him with an exasperated look, “well, i figured it was the least i could do after you texted ‘SOS’ to me about a hundred times,”
he lets out a hearty laugh as he sits beside you, completely unashamed of his tactics to get you here. “in all seriousness though,” he rises, presenting his hand in front of your face for you to grab, “i made a new dish to try and i want to know what you think.”
once you join your hands together, he drags the both of you to the kitchen, letting you take a seat while he places the finishing touches to your dish.
he’s watching you as you eat, eyes shining while you continuously compliment him on his culinary skills across the table. getting up, he ditches his food — not that he had even touched his plate in the first place — and ventured around the table, dragging a chair a bit closer in your direction just to plop beside you. he places his arm on the table and rests his chin on his hand, “tell me more,” he quietly murmurs, lifting his free hand to softly brush some hair away from your face.
you gently place your fork down on your plate and grab a tissue to dab your mouth. finding your actions oddly adorable, he moves to wrap his hand around the arm of your chair just to draw you closer. “well,” you start, “you know i love your cooking. you’re so talented, gyu. i don't know how you managed to get these ingredients that are amazing on their own and made them into something special together.”
he beams at your comment. “i think you just described us perfectly,”
you tilt your head, just a little confused on what he meant.
grabbing your hand, he presses a chaste kiss to your palm before lifting it to his cheek just for him to lean on. he closes his eyes, savouring this moment before adding, “great on their own. something special when together.”
-
"can i be the truffle or something?"
"eh, you're more of a raw onion if i had to choose- ow!"
xu minghao - quality time + gift giving (confirmed) + acts of service (confirmed)
don’t even let me get started on this man. he is 100% written by a woman, i cannot stress this enough. the amount of love he would hold for you is ridiculous - there are tears streaming down my cheeks as i write this btw. so in tune with his emotions and probably so attentive to yours as well. i know the words of affirmation and acts of service are confirmed (💔) but i personally feel so strongly about the quality time part. many of your nights consist of just basking in each others presence and just straight serenity. i can’t express into words on how magical your relationship would feel. xu minghao has the most beautiful heart and yours is definitely safe with him.
“do you ever feel like,” you pause as he tilts his head down ever so slightly to gaze softly at you, “i don’t know, that you’re so burnt out and there’s nothing that can help you?”
you’re both laying down in bed with your limbs tangled under the sheets. between both your schedules, it’s near impossible to have moments like these. domestic moments that you’ve come to miss even while he’s beside you right now. it’s the crack of dawn and you’ve only been together like this for mere minutes, it’s never long enough though.
he nods before squeezing you lightly against him. “all the time.” he sighs, “especially when i know that i’m unable to see you for a while,”
“me too,” you agree. your relationship is anything but needy. you both appreciate your independence, but it’d also be a big fat lie if you said being apart from him was a nice feeling. over the years, the two of you had found your ways to make it work, but the longing is always there whenever you’re apart. “when do you have to go?” you ask, leaning over to take a look at the clock behind you.
“did you really have to remind me that our time together right now is super limited?” he teases, softly pulling you back into his embrace.
“when is it not?” you say with a chuckle. you’re only joking and he knows that, but he can’t help but feel guilty as he analyzes you. your mood had definitely gone down just a bit after a moment of silence.
“do you think they’d believe me if i called in sick?” he’s poking at your side to hopefully lighten up the mood. when his attempt is successful and he sees your smile, he mentally gives himself a pat on the back.
“cheol would have your head if you’re late to practice,”
“if i were late to practice, it’s not seungcheol who i would be scared of to be honest..”
you hum while tilting your head up to meet his eyes. “hoshi,” you both say in unison before letting out hushed laughter.
as you settle down, he brushes some hair away from your face, his expression morphing into something more sincere. “thank you for always begging patient with me and my schedule. i feel like i would’ve given up a long time ago if you weren’t around.”
“good thing i’m staying then,” you hum before adding, “watching you do what you love makes me insanely proud. i don’t care about your schedule, even if it allows us only twenty minutes every four days.”
“speak for yourself-“ he’s interrupted when his phone obnoxiously blasts his alarm tone, indicating that your time together is now up. to your surprise, he gets up only to snooze it and goes to lay back down beside you, closing his eyes for a bit.
feeling your questioning gaze on him, he peeks an eye open to look at you and decides to hide himself in the crook of your neck, “hoshi wouldn’t believe me if i said i was sick,” his voice is muffled, but you can hear the mischief in it, “but he’d believe me if i said i slept in.”
boo seungkwan - words of affirmation + gift giving
omfg. this man. not only is he your best friend, but he’s your personal hype man who is somehow still so shy at telling you how much you mean to him. definitely an old couple type of love with your fair share of old couple bantering. i think it’s quite adorable. man,,,,, HES adorable 😭😭😭 the type of gift giver where he can think of the most obscene reason on why you have to have it. a random bottle opener? pretty sure yours broke seven months ago. a backpack? this one has a tangerine charm on it!!! definitely gets defensive when you tell him to save his money and yet throws the biggest fit when you get him something nice in return. prepare to lose every playful argument the two of you have, that unless, he lets you win (never admitting the fact that he is so down bad that he’d do anything to see you with that winning smile)
seungkwan definitely likes to catch you by surprise, especially after his visits to his hometown.
he’s unloading his suitcase in your shared bedroom having just returned from his trip back home for the weekend. the glow on his cheeks is something truly special, and you have the pleasure of seeing it while he raves of his time back in jeju.
“so my mom made me haul this large bag of tangerines over to you.” he says, a little disapprovingly at that. the more you think about it, the more that you think the act of gift giving may run in his family. “wanna share?”
you scoff, snatching the bag he was holding to hide behind your back. “you’ve had enough tangerines in your lifetime. this bag is mine.”
eyes wide, he points an accusing finger in your direction. “you wouldn’t have that if it weren’t for me!”
sticking out a finger of your own, you start running before he could catch you, knowing how riled up he could get. your attempt to run is sadly not fast enough since he’s already latched onto you and poking jabs at your most ticklish spots. he can’t help but laugh along, drinking up the noises bubbling out of your chest.
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“thank you for the bag of tangerines. seungkwan said you made him haul a huge bag just for me.” you say to his mom over the video call, watching as her warm smile morphs into a knowing one.
“honey, i may have gotten him to bring them to you, but it was all him.”
you blink, turning your face to look at his sleeping figure. tomorrow would be back to reality for him. you had suggested that him sleeping early tonight would be best since it wasn’t necessarily something he had the luxury of doing everyday. he put up a fight at first; insisting that he wanted to spend more time with you, but it’s not even ten minutes later when you see him snoozing away after you had slipped out of the room to fetch him some tea.
“all him?” you repeat.
“the day he was set to leave, he woke up extra early to beat everyone to the market. he’ll deny it if you ask, but i know he went to pick the best ones for you. i may have suggested for him to bring a couple, but he insisted on filling a large bag since they’re your favourite.”
you blink again, not expecting the sudden confession.
“he loves you, you know.” she softly adds, watching you through the screen as you tenderly gaze at her son. “there wasn’t one day where he didn’t talk about you.”
what she doesn’t know, is that you watch as a light blush dust his cheeks. stroking his hair, you glance back to the screen, knowing seungkwan would’ve been too shy to say anything if he were awake so you let him believe the thought of you thinking he was still asleep.
you’re proven wrong when his hand gently grabs yours, giving it a tight squeeze. an action that is worth a thousand words.
!!! vernon chwe - quality time + words of affirmation
being in a relationship with this man is probably the most secure relationship you will ever be in, no if ands or buts. not only is he literally just the chillest mf to ever live, he also enjoys life to the fullest. activities with him could literally vary by the hour depending on his mood. vernon is always reminding you to be grateful for what you have, (cue him constantly telling you how thankful he is for you and how you mean so much to him). the two of you would absolutely have a best friend sort of relationship, and he just adores it.
there’s a comfortable silence between the two of you as he drives you home from the small gathering you both attended. he’s softly humming, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel every so often and you— well, you’re watching him. not in a hey-i’m-a-creeper way but more of a hey-i’m-actually-so-whipped-for-you sort of way.
his eyes are glued to the road but he knows. he has to know. you’re just sitting there blatantly staring at him but he makes no sign of uneasiness. in fact, he reaches blindly for your hand after a bit, using your intertwined hands to drum the middle console.
he’s cranking up the volume with a lopsided smile the second he hears your laughter, just in love with the fact that it’s so easy to make you happy. having nothing but the smallest clue that what really is making you happy are these little moments with him.
“really?” you’re snickering as soon as the next song plays. “baby by justin bieber?”
“yeah, really.” he glances at you for a second before returning them back on the road, his hand giving yours a light squeeze. “what, it’s not in your love songs playlist?”
“isn’t this song about his partner not loving him back?” you’re now on your phone, analyzing the lyrics that are indeed about his broken heart.
vernon on the other side is left speechless. how is he supposed to move on from the fact that his number one love song is actually not a love song? he’s probably sang it hundreds of times and half the time, you were there right beside him singing with him. his best memories lie with this song.
what the hell is he supposed to do now?
“don’t worry baby,” of course you call him that at a time like this. “we can still sing this at karaoke to each other while your voice cracks every so often”
“hey!” he lets go of your hand to point a playful finger at you, “i’ll have you know, i was singing an adlib that was out of my vocal range and my voice has only cracked once.”
you roll your eyes, not even attempting to fight back with him. in the years the two of you have been dating, by now you know better than to get him heated over (arguably) the greatest hit of the early 21st century.
“it’s okay,” he says after another short minute of silence, listening as the song rolls to an end and grabbing your hand once again, “we’re nothing like this song, right?”
you grin, “not even in the slightest.”
thank god.
lee chan - physical touch + acts of service (confirmed)
literal definition of young love. this man no doubt will always keep you smiling and laughing (like literally his first instinct when he sees that you’re upset is to make you smile, he can’t bear it when you’re sad). it’s also the way he says his love language is writing???? yup you’ll never hear from me again lmao. its refreshing to think that he would most definitely try to win you over using old-school tactics. walking to your door on your first date and meeting your parents briefly (who by the way, probably love him more than you do). chan is definitely a person with soooo much love to give and never EVER let’s you forget that it’s all yours to have. </3
it’s official, you hate your home. okay, maaaaybe that’s a small stretch..
you hate that your home is thousands of miles from your boyfriend.
after returning home from the tear filled car ride from the airport, you trudge your way across your apartment, not even bothering to clean up the mess that was left behind a couple hours prior. it’s where you and chan had made your last breakfast for a while together, and the thought of it made a new wave of tears fill your eyes.
as you head to your room, you find yourself catching small glimpses of your boyfriend and the mere memories he left here. how is it fair that he managed to squeeze his way into your heart and is able to take a little bits and pieces every time you’re apart? cheesy, you think, but true.
after reaching your room, you notice an envelope on top of your neatly made bed. it’s weird, because you definitely recall not having the time to make your bed this morning… oh chan. you let out a shaky sigh and pick it up, mentally preparing yourself for what’s about to come.
Hi my bunny, I hope you’re doing okay.
By the time you see this, I’m probably boarding my flight. This never gets easier, does it? I miss you already.
In the two years that we’ve been together, I’ve felt nothing but happiness but also have never experienced such heartbreak. I hate seeing you cry and I hate missing you. But most of all, I hate the distance. No matter how hard it gets, loving you is the easiest thing about all of this and loving you is worth it.
We’ll be together again sometime soon and I hope the thought of that is enough for you to keep going because it definitely is for me. I can’t wait for the day where we don’t have to worry about the stupid distance anymore, where we can just love each other and not think about anything else.
You’re my favourite person and the absolute light of my life. I can’t wait to have you in my arms again.
I love you I love you I love you.
Yours, Chan
damn it, you wipe your tears messily and hug the letter close to your heart, allowing yourself to let out a small sob. maybe you don’t hate your home after all. in fact, you love your home. he’s your home.
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honeytonedhottie · 1 month
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honeys guide to throwing a slumber party⋆.ೃ࿔*:・🛍️
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CUTE INVITATIONS ; when throwing a slumber party, you MUST spread the word with style. if ur sending out invitations digitally, make sure to decorate and use cute fonts and colors.
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if ur sending out invitations physically (my preference) use cute stickers, ribbons, and pens. cute decorated slumber party invitations are super fun to make and spark excitement to whoever receives them.
some information that u should include on the slumber party invitations include ;
the date of the slumber party
the time when the slumber party begins - the time when the slumber party ends
dresscode (cute pajamas duh)
also just a reminder to NOT give out invitations in front of those who aren't invited cuz thats not hot ✨
PLANNING ; a good slumber party needs a few things one of them being snacks. when planning for snacks, make sure to choose snacks that u and ur guests would like.
choose 3-5 snacks (depending on the amount of ppl attending the slumber party) then use a randomizer to assign snacks to each person, so that the expense is spread out and everyone brings something.
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a good slumber party is also coordinated, so make sure to choose and bring supplies for whatever activities that you'll be doing at the slumber party which leads to my next section.
ACTIVITIES ; this is the fun part, choosing what activities to do at a slumber party. i'll list some possible activities that u can do at the slumber party with ways to prepare and coordinate each of them.
watch girly 2000's movies or whatever movies u prefer
some movie recommendations include the bratz movie, mean girls, clueless, legally blonde, 16 wishes and the princess diaries.
sing karaoke songs
fan girl and watch kpop fancams and music videos
i love to watch older gen kpop music videos, some of my favorite groups include AOA, sistar, SUGAR, after school, and KARA.
build a blanket fort
do facemasks and paint each others nails (try nail designs too)
take buzzfeed quizzes and tests
make ice cream sundaes
make a video diary entry together/make tiktoks
have GIRL TALK
girl talk is SO much fun, but rule of thumb with girl talk is whatever u talk about doing girl talk stays between you guys. whether y'all r gossiping or just chatting.
FUN GIRL TALK TOPICS FOR A JUICY CONVERSATION ;
dreams, goals and aspirations that u have
if they're doing well physically and mentally
beauty secrets
SECRETS in general
crushes and who has their affection rn
past experiences/experiences u wanna have
i think that having a slumber party is such a cannon event and all in all just a rly fun and cute way to spend time with ur friends + grow a stronger bond. ✨
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hellfirehottie420 · 1 year
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Afternoon Delight
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Pairing: Trucker!Eddie Munson x Diner Waitress!Reader
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Warnings: 18+, Sex, I guess they curse a couple times, too (Lemme know if I missed something)
Authors Note: Huge shoutout to @mcplestreet for helping me with this, your time and patience are so so appreciated. Okay this is basically me trying to write porn with plot. I got this idea and it wouldn’t leave my brain so I wrote it. Here ya go. As always please let me know your thoughts. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated!
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Eddie wiped the sweat off his upper lip with the sleeve on his shoulder. The sweat on his brow was being absorbed by his black bandana that also performed double duty to keep his curls and bangs out of his eyes while driving with the windows down - a truck and cab with air conditioning was at present only a distant dream.
God damn it’s hot down here he thought to himself as he slowly pulled his big rig into the truck stop just off the highway he’d been traveling for the better part of 8 hours now. He didn’t know exactly where he was, somewhere in Georgia, but he knew he was on the right route and that’s all that mattered to his boss. Eddie pulled into the truck stop and found an available parking spot. Before he turned the key he hopped on the CB Radio to call in his location to the company he was hauling for and sign off for the day to the truckers he’d been chatting to along the way. As he did so he looked around his cab and gathered the trash that had accumulated over the past day or so and chucked it all into a spare grocery bag and went through the process of putting up all the window sun shades to keep the truck cooler. It was a tedious process, but through experience he had quickly learned that it was worth the effort. Eddie had been on the road 5 or more days a week for about a year now, and he’d like to think he was starting to really get the hang of it. One of the only negatives about this job was that Eddie got quite lonely. Even at truck stops, he didn’t fit into the trucker crowd, the others usually at least 10 years his senior and definitely not into any of the same bands or social causes. But, it was a well paid job, and he figured he might as well try to see what’s outside of Indiana while he’s still young. Well, that’s what Wayne said when he sat him down and told him that Corroded Coffin wasn’t going to be a career and that he needed him to start contributing to paying the bills. All Eddie really sees are slightly different truck stops in different states, and different weather on different interstates that all look pretty much the same. After a while it all seemed to run together, and he wouldn’t really mind any of that, if it weren’t for the loneliness. One thing he did like, though, was that he wasn’t “the freak” anymore. Eddie could be whoever he wanted to be, or no one at all, just blending into the background of all the other customers of whatever roadside establishment he decided to eat in on that day.
After double checking his rig, Eddie headed to the station, which had a small diner attached. As he walked he felt sweat dripping down his back in the stifling summer heat, so he headed directly for the diner, taking a seat at the counter with a sigh. An older lady in a waitress uniform with a beehive updo approached him with an order pad.
“Could I please get the biggest glass of water you have? With ice?” Eddie asked politely, elbows on the counter.
“Sure, honey,” she drawled in her small town Georgia accent, the gravel of her voice an indication of just how many packs she’s smoked everyday for most of her life. She took her time returning but Eddie didn’t mind, he was finally in air conditioning. He quickly chugged the water down and sighed deeply in relief. His ringed fingers tapped a rhythm on the counter. as he pondered his next moves and relished the freezing air drifting over him. Lost in thought, you startled him a bit when you refilled his glass with your pitcher from behind him.
“Oh, sorry!” you apologized when you noticed him jump a little on his stool “Didn’t mean to scare ya”
“It’s fine” Eddie laughs softly at himself before turning to look at you. Your hair was neatly secured in a French twist out of your face, and you had swiped on some burgundy lipstick this morning on a whim, and Eddie definitely noticed. In fact, he had to tear his eyes away when he knew he’d lingered a little too long. “Thank you” he muttered shyly as you nodded and smiled at him, then walked away to serve another table. He couldn’t help but notice how your cute little work dress fit your behind as you left him. You couldn’t be much older than him, and that was something he didn’t often see on the road. Eddie contemplated saying something flirty to you as he left the diner to head to the full service truck stop and buy a ticket for a shower, but he refrained. He’d wait till he felt and looked better before shooting his shot.
Near the end of your shift you were sweeping behind the counter and the bell above the door rang.
“Sit anywhere you like, I’ll be right with you!” You’d called as you swept your pile into the dustpan and rinsed your hands in the sink. Wasn’t he in here earlier? You thought to yourself as you grabbed your order pad and walked over to the booth the new customer had sat down in.
“Back so soon?” You smiled as you placed a menu in front of him.
“Yes, and I feel like a whole new man!”
His hair was much less frizzy than before now that it was half wet, but the curls were still strong. He smelled like the head and shoulders travel size for sale next door in the shop, and you eyed his ring adorned fingers as he held the menu and pondered, tongue sticking out of his mouth a little in concentration.
“What’s good?” He asks finally, looking up at you with the sweetest brown eyes you think you’ve ever seen.
“Um- everything I guess?” You stumbled over your words a little while your stomach did somersaults “I mean, I like our sandwiches” you shrugged and he chuckled -very cutely, you didn’t miss noticing.
“Well what’s your favorite, sweetheart?” He asked as he placed his chin in his hand and gazed up at you like you’re the only person that matters. Is he trying to flirt or is he just nice? You ponder to yourself as you intentionally lean down, chest inches from his face and point with your pen to your favorite on the menu in his hands. You weren't a stranger to being flirted with at work, that came with the job, but it wasn’t often that it came from a handsome man, your age, with cool tattoos and brown eyes that made you want to go swimming in them. A little flirting never hurt anyone, right?
“Then I’ll have that” you vaguely hear him say as your thoughts wandered “and a water and an apple juice, if you have it”
You nod as you start to scribble, now standing again.
“I’ll have that right out for ya sir” you smile
“Eddie” he quickly replies with a wink that, quite frankly, you felt in your pussy.
“I’ll have that right out for ya, Eddie” you echo and walk away with a smile and a bit of blush on your cheeks.
After you call in his order you check the clock; you’re off in 30 minutes, finally. You take the opportunity to grab your pack of cigarettes from your apron pocket. As you head out the front door you grab a pack of the complimentary matches with the diner’s name on them—you never bothered to pay for lighters when these were free at work. Once outside you lit your cig and exhaled, closing your eyes and leaning back against the brick wall. The sun was low in the sky but it still felt nice on your face.
“Could I bother you for a light?” Eddie’s voice snaps you out of your haze
“Oh, sure” you passed him the matches as it occurs to you that he was either completely oblivious to the massive bowl of matches by the exit, or he just wanted a reason to come talk to you. You hoped for the latter as you watched him take a cig out of the carton with his mouth—and wow was that a sight. Eddie lit it and took a drag before speaking again.
“What’s your name?”
You replied
“Pretty name for a pretty girl” he smiled with a hint of a smirk and you felt heat rise in your cheeks as you laughed softly
“Thanks”
“You been a waitress long?”
“Nah. You been a trucker long?”
“Nah” he extended his hand with the matches but you waved it away
“I’ve got a million of ‘em” you flicked the ash of your cigarette, smirking at how he had been slowly moving closer to you during that whole verbal exchange.
“Cool” he agreed and his mouth smirked deliciously as you angled yourself more towards him, still leaning back against the brick of the diner.
“Where you from?” You found yourself asking as soon as you missed his voice
“Indiana” Eddie replies in a cloud of smoke. “Shithole” he shrugs with a grin“You?”
“Here. Also a shithole” you agree with a nod and he laughs “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, you’re just cute, babe” his eyes dont break from yours as he takes a drag and exhales
“Thanks” you reply and look down, fiddling with the nearly done cig in your fingers. “I like your shirt”
“You like Metallica?” He looked impressed and surprised.
“Mhm” you nodded and smirked that you’d impressed him.
“Wow”
“Yeah”
“You like your job?” He asks to break the momentary silence that had accumulated
“Not really, I’m just saving for college.” You shrug, “do you like yours?”
“Nah. It’s boring. And real lonely, except for when I meet nice people like you” he winks at the end and you couldn’t help but giggle, which makes his smile grow even wider.
“So damn cute. I bet all the truckers tell you that, though don’t they baby?” He croons and licks his lips before taking another drag.
“Some do” you shrug and reply honestly as you exhale smoke “But they usually aren’t as good looking as you are.” The words leave your lips before they even register with your brain, so when they do you eyes widen and you swallow, worried you’d gone a bit too far.
“Oh yeah?” Eddie’s whole face lights up. “Well that’s good to know” his chest puffs up a little bit as his confidence is raised.
“Good” you smile and drop your smoke, stepping on it with your scuffed white work shoes. “Well I should go check on your food order” you nod and begin to head inside.
“I’ll miss you!” He calls and you giggle loud enough for him to hear you and shoot him a smirk as you open the door and head back inside.
After Eddie had eaten, you gathered your things, seeing as he was your last customer and you could leave when he did. As he came up to the counter to pay, you tried to think of something cute and flirty to say as a farewell, but your mind was coming up blank. He handed you his ticket and you rang it in, reading him his total as you adjusted your bag on your shoulder.
“You off after this?” He asked as he handed you a crisp $20. Your hand almost missed taking it because your eyes were too distracted by the toothpick he had just taken from the dispenser and stuck between his pink lips, now twirling it with his teeth in a delightfully sensual way.
“Oh uh- yeah” you nod and start counting out his change “Have a great night” you smile and give him his change, having come up with nothing more memorable or flirty to say.
“Could I walk you to your car?” He asks, brown eyes nearly making you melt as he cocks his head to the side inquisitively.
“Sure” you breathe and grip the strap on your bag “Let me um-let me just clock out” You clumsily swipe your timesheet through the machine and channel some inner confidence. It wasn’t everyday you ran into a trucker like Eddie.
“Ready” you smile coyly as you begin to walk towards the door, but Eddie beats you and opens it for you with a small bow. “Thanks” you smile and hurry through, walking in the direction of where employees park, coincidentally right across from where the 18 wheeler trucks parked. Eddie jogged a couple steps to catch up to you.
“So uh” he said as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket “If you wanted, we could listen to some Metallica in my truck” he paused and your whole body felt electric at the possibility of being alone with him in a space that was basically just a bed. “I have a really nice sound system” he continued “My uncle helped me put it in and everything”
“Sure” you reply quickly, before the logical side of your brain can talk yourself out of it. What’s the harm in a little fun, right? You’d been propositioned in much less elegant or romantic ways by much less attractive men, and always said no. Finally there was someone in front of you that made you want to say yes. You knew other servers who had one night stands with truckers. Practically anonymous sex with someone you’ll likely never see again, it did sound kind of thrilling. Especially with someone that made you feel like Eddie.
After walking in silence, both daydreaming in your own heads, you felt his left hand come to rest gently on your outer hip, guiding you to follow with him to the right, and up to his rig.
“This is me” he says with a proud smile as he hops up the ladder to unlock the door and swing it open. “I uh-“ his expression had distinctly changed as he hopped back down, and it was hard for you to read. “Listen, I just want you to know that I don’t expect you to have sex with me or anything. I really mean listen to music” he blurts quickly, his words rushing together, while staring at the cracked concrete at your feet. Your cheeks heat up.
“I-um- yeah, I didn’t-“ you stutter
“I just know some truckers are weird and pressure women and I am NOT like that” he reassures and finally reconnects eye contact with you. His eyes were so genuine and pleading you wanted to just take him in your arms and squeeze him. You knew he wasn’t a bad guy.
“Thank you” you nod in understanding. You knew exactly what he was referencing.
“Have you ever gotten in one of these before?” He changes the subject and gestures to the large truck and cab.
“No” you admit and shake your head, looking up at the door so high above your head.
“Don’t worry, I’ll help” he smiled and offered his hand, then showing you where to place your foot to start the ascent. You climbed in as he instructed you from below and found yourself between the driver's seat and a bed in the back. Your eyes drifted over the numerous band posters on the walls, and an acoustic guitar hanging next to what appeared to be an open closet with a few shirts hanging.
“If you don’t mind taking your shoes off” your thoughts were interrupted by Eddie arriving in the truck as well.
“Oh, of course” you toed off your shoes and put them down by the door, awkwardly maneuvering around Eddie as he went and launched himself onto the bed, the cab of the truck swaying a little with his motion. He quickly busied himself with a display on the wall, and momentarily Iron Maiden came through speakers you had noticed overhead.
“Sweet set up” you nodded and Eddie grinned with pride
“Thanks! Now c’mere and help me pick what else to put on” he said as he opened a cabinet next to the bed and pulled out a clear box full of CDs. You obliged him and hopped daintily onto the bed, tucking your knees and purposely scooting closer to him to see his selection of music, but also just to be closer to him.
“Hmm” you pondered as you sifted through the box “Put this one on next” you hand him Metallica’s Master of Puppets. As Eddie recognized the cover of the CD he grinned in approval.
“An excellent choice, M’lady” he said theatrically and popped the disc into his fancy audio system.
“So I have a question” you blurt as the music goes silent while switching to the new CD.
“Yeah?” Eddie asks and turns the volume down as the first song starts to play so that he can still hear you
“Yeah” you say and fiddle with the apron tied over your work dress.
“Yeah?” He asks in a softer tone, eyebrows raised, encouraging you to speak.
“I appreciate what you said. About not expecting anything. But I was wondering if—“ you broke off and looked up at him with a mixture of uncertainty and overflowing desire.
“What were you wondering, sweetheart?” Eddies soft voice soothes you like a balm and his hand slowly comes to tuck a bit of hair behind your ear, fingers delicately brushing against your face. He thinks he knows what you want. He’s desperately hoping he knows what you want. But he had to hear you say it, first.
“If um” you lick your lips and pray you’ve been reading the signs right, and he didn’t just want to listen to music “We could make each other feel good?” You finally let the words fall from your lips that you’ve been dying to say since you began the walk with him to his truck. You needed this. You wanted this so badly it felt like you might bite the inside of your own cheek off in anticipation. Eddie’s face melts into a smug smile with more than a hint of giddiness and he turns on the bed to face you, crossing his legs.
“I need to hear you say it, angel. What do you want from me?” He asks, mostly teasing at this point
“I—sex” you blurt finally, with a little frustration that only riles Eddie up further. “Sorry I’ve-I’ve never done this before I don’t know how to just ask” you ramble
“Now do you mean you’ve never had sex or-?” He asks with a curious but nonjudgmental look.
“No, no, just never like- with someone I just met” you explain and he nods
“I’ve never done this either. But it is kind of hot, isn’t it?” He asks “Like, having sex and then never seeing each other again?” He asks, a small amount of blush reaching his cheeks and the tips of his ears. You nod quickly
“Yeah, like, really hot” you agree and listen to the music play, envisioning all the things he could do to you in the back of your mind.
“You wanna get in my lap?” He pats his crossed legs softly and you crawl over, now feeling nervous but oh so needy. “That’s better” he whispers as his arms wrap around you “You tell me to stop at any time and I’ll, stop, okay?” He whispers into your ear and then presses a soft kiss to your temple as you nod.
“Yeah, same for you” you agree and lick your lips, staring at his.
“C’mere” he whispers and cups your jaw with his strong and calloused hand and kisses you, ever so gently and you return it, pulling away slightly then going back in for a much deeper kiss, which drew a satisfied yet muffled chuckle from Eddie.
“Why don’t you take that dress off sweetheart, it’ll just get in the way” he whispers against your lips before he pulls away and tugs his own shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere in the front of the truck. You untie your apron and let it fall to the floor, then unbuttoning your dress as you eyed the tattoos on his chest.
“Do you like tattoos baby?” He asks while undoing his belt and yanking his jeans down, leaving him in just underwear like yourself.
“I guess so” you nod “Don’t have any of my own, though”
“Mm” he nods as he crawls back up the bed, slowly trapping you underneath him, his hair falling in a curtain around your face “Let me guess, mommy and daddy would lose their minds?”
“Something like that” you mumble and bring your hands to rest on his chest above you, needing to touch him, tracing over his tattoos and then gripping his shoulders.
“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Eddie blurts unexpectedly as you’re exploring his upper body.
“Oh-“ you stutter and smile “Thank you”
“Mhm” he nods, leaning down and pecking your lips “So pretty.” His dark eyes survey your face. “Gonna be even prettier once I ruin you” after that his kisses got much more intense, leaving you both out of breath with a small thread of spit connecting your lips as he pulled away.
“Stay there” he instructs and scoots down the bed to lay on his stomach between your legs. His eyes looked up at you to non verbally ask permission to rid you of your underwear, to which you nodded and helped him.
“Fuck” he breaths as he takes in the sight of your bare sex. “I’m gonna eat you, that okay baby?” He asks as he rubs and gently squeezes the fat of your thighs in a gentle, soothing way.
“Mhm” you nod quickly, realizing how desperate you sound once you hear yourself.
“Good” Eddie grins like a Cheshire Cat as he tucks his hair behind his ears and goes to work, diving his tongue into your folds as his eyes never leave yours. A suppressed moan leaves your throat as you bask in the feeling of his warm mouth and skilled tongue, eyes locked to his. Eddie hums into your pussy as he works his tongue, wrapping his lips around your clit then pulling off with a pop. He leans up to you and runs his thumb over your bottom lip, and you eagerly suck the digit into your mouth, eyes never leaving his.
“Good girl” he softly praises as you suck, eyes filled with awe and adoration. His other hand going back down to slowly tease your clit “Taste yourself baby, you taste sooo good” he whispers before kissing you hard and immediately with tongue, the taste of yourself washing over you as your hips bucked against his hand, needing more friction. His wet thumb went to your clit as the knuckle of his pointer finger went to massage your entrance, making you whimper into his mouth. Eddie pulled away from the kiss with your lower lip between his teeth, teasingly “Oh and another thing.” He takes your chin between his thumb and pointer finger. His eyes had a glint in them that sent a delicious shiver down your spine “Don’t you hold back a single sound. I want to hear exactly what I’m doing to you.” The latter part of his statement held a more serious tone than he had taken with you before, and you loved it, nodding in agreement, willing to do nearly anything to get his fingers to start moving again. All of the sudden his thumb was pressed to your clit making quick figure eights. You stopped holding back anything, letting your neck arch as a short cry left your lips at the sudden speed.
“Yeah?” Eddie says a little mockingly while he smirks up at you and gently slips a finger into your pussy, his thumb never stopping on your clit. “How about that?” He asks, to which you can only reply with moans and your hands traveling to his head, fingers weaving into his curls. You opened your eyes to look down at him right as his lips attached themself to your clit and he sucked hard. You gasp and spread your legs even wider for him as his fingers speed up their pace fucking into you. His mouth and fingers combined were enough to have you whimpering curses.
“FUCK Eddie” you cry out and sit up a little as you feel his fingers arch within you to hit your g spot. You can feel yourself approaching the edge of your orgasm.
“That good, huh?” Eddie smirks up at you, face shiny and wet with your arousal and you whimper at the loss of his warm mouth.
“Don’t stop” you whine and gently push his head down towards your pussy.
“Don’t have to tell me twice” he mumbles against your mound before attacking your clit with his tongue again. It isn’t long before he’s got you worked up right to the edge.
“E-Eddie” you whimper in rhythm with the thrust of his fingers “I’m gonna cum” you feel him hum into your cunt as his fingers still pump in and out of you, tongue not letting up either, until you reach that point where you don’t even know how loud you’re being you only know that it feels so damn good, crashing over you like waves, your heart pounding and breath coming quick. You barely register when he slides his fingers out of you and lays on his side next to you in the bed.
“Holy SHIT” you breathe out as you open your eyes and turn your head towards him
“I’m glad” he smirks and begins to sensually lick your arousal off of his fingers, his chin still glimmering with your cum. You watched with wide eyes, squeezing your thighs together for a little pressure without even thinking. “Was that fun?” He asks as he both scoots closer to you and pulls you to him.
“Very” you nod with a soft giggle and nuzzle into his chest. You feel his erection underneath his boxers and you hike your leg over his hips gently, biting your lip as you roll yourself into his hard on.
“Ohhh, she’s ready for round two already?” Eddie smirks proudly and grinds into you as you nod. He quickly rids himself of his boxers and leans off the bed to dig in a drawer, eventually finding a condom.
“How do you like to be fucked, sweetheart?” He asks earnestly as he spits in his hand and rubs it over his now latex covered cock. Your eyes follow his hand movements, hardly registering that he’d spoken to you.
“Oh uh…doggy?” You offer like it’s a question, not really used to being asked what you like in bed.
“Ohh shit” Eddie’s face conforms into a devilish smirk as his hands begin to guide you on all fours in front of him “such a good girl, i love fucking from behind, too” you watched as his hands gently touched and then roughly grabbed at the fat of your ass and thighs, looking like the pussy drunk simp he was. He slid the tip of his cock between your folds and rocked it there as he kept worshiping your hips, kneading the muscle with his fingers, gripping like he was clinging for his life while unashamed whimpers and grunts fell from his lips. Truthfully, he had gotten a bit distracted but that was soon remedied when he heard your voice.
“Please, Eddie” you practically whimpered, your pussy dripping onto him, clenching on nothing. The sound of you begging sent a shot of lightning through him as he let out a strangled moan and immediately pressed into your entrance.
“Oh fuck.” Eddie breathed “Fuck fuck fuckkkkkk” he hissed as he slowly sank in, he leaned down to press soft kisses to your back and shoulder blades as he bottomed out.
“You okay?” He asked softly, having only heard soft moans from you for what to him felt like forever, but was really only several moments.
“Yeah” you whisper “You can move now” you emphasize your words by pushing your ass back into him, eliciting an absolutely pornographic moan from the metal head trucker as his cock sank even deeper into you. The stretch felt so good, his hands on your hips felt so good, you were simply putty in his hands, rocking your ass back, trying to keep up with the rhythm of his thrusts, but your brain was too cockdrunk to keep rhythm. You moaned and mumbled into the pillow your face was partially pressed in.
“What was that?” Eddie groaned, words separated by thrusts, and puffs of breath, and the subtle squeak of his mattress in rhythm, all but hypnotizing you, to which you only moan in reply.
“Baby, baby, baby, baby” he pants and leans over your back, hooking an arm across your front and holding his chest to your back. “Try to match my rhythm baby, go with the music” he kissed between your shoulder blades as you both slowed your hips and restarted more in sync. “That’s my good girl” he whispered against the back of your neck. You focused on the music and the delicious feeling of him fucking you, really taking his time to grind each thrust.
“How’s this feel, angel?” Eddie huffed against the skin of your back when the lack of talking got to be too much for him “cause I-I’m close” he varied the speed of his hips to tease the both of you.
“I’ll cum with you” you manage to mumble in your fucked out state. You move your hand to touch yourself but don’t get the chance, as Eddie slaps it away, scoffing.
“That’s my job baby” he murmurs as he begins a harsh circles on your swollen clit, pushing you even closer to tipping over that edge.
“Cum for me baby I wanna feel that pretty pussy grip my cock so bad” he’s practically whining through clenched teeth as you pant for a few more moments before letting go and cumming on him, clenching and whimpering, only for Eddie to release seconds later, with a low, guttural “Fuuuuuuck” as his hands relax on your hips. As you come back down to earth you feel Eddie pull you into his chest “That was so good oh my god thank you so much” he said quickly, words all running together as he continued to catch his breath.
“That was really good” you agree, nuzzling into his warm body, savoring the feeling of his arms tightly around you, but not too tight.
“You’re something else, you know that?” He asks softly, causing you to look up at him.
“Whatcha mean?” You questioned as you drank in his slightly dazed grin, slight sheen of sweat lingering on his brow, causing some of his bangs to stick.
“Nothing” he shakes his head like it’s nothing and smiles
“Do you um-do you have any water?” You ask sort of awkwardly, but Eddie just laughs and rolls over to grab a water bottle off the floor, also known as his bedside table. “Thanks” you smiled gratefully
“Can I ask something kind of weird?” Eddie asks as you hungrily gulp water.
“Sure” you answer, curiosity piqued.
“Will you…like, lay on top of me?” He asks with a bashful grin
“Won’t I crush you?”
“I hope so” he grins and lays back, patting his chest for you to come over. You straddle him and gently lay down, not letting your full weight on him out of insecurity.
“Hey” he whispers into your ear quietly but firmly “don’t support yourself. Lay. On. Me.”
“Okay” you can’t help but giggle at the embarrassment of being caught, but you let all you weight onto his torso and wrap your hands around his shoulders as his arms wrap around you. He lets out a long, contented sigh.
“Thank you” he offers softly after several moments.
“For what?” You ask as you outline the black widow tattoo with your finger.
“For letting me hold you. It feels really good” he admits and you squeeze his shoulders.
“Feels really good for me too sweet boy” you feel him squeeze you again as if you say thanks. You want to nap desperately, but know you shouldn’t. After more cuddles and whispering of sweet nothings and having him explain each one of his tattoos to you in detail, you finally sigh and sit up, collecting your clothes from the floor and beginning to redress.
“You know you could stay the night, if you wanted” he offers softly, and his sweet brown eyes tug at your heart.
“I’d really like to, but I um-I still live with my parents, so…” You admit with a shrug
“Ah” he nods and sits up, quickly pulling on the clothes he was in before the two of you tangled in his bed. “Well that was really…nice” he offers as he rubs the back of his neck and gives you a sweet smile.
“Yeah, it really was” you agree and slide on your shoes.
“Can I kiss you one more time?” He asks, as if the two of you weren’t fucking just half an hour ago.
“Yeah, definitley” you grin and nod, bashfully stepping a little closer to him. He takes the hint to make a move and cups your jaw, looking into your eyes sweetly before connecting your lips. This kiss was different from the rest you had shared with him. This was tender, and slow, still leaving you craving more when he pulled away slightly.
“Well it was lovely to meet you, sweetheart” he whispered and reconnected your lips.
“You too” you mumble against his lips before you pull away and sigh, knowing you shouldn’t put off leaving any longer. Eddie moves to the door and opens it, getting down before you so that he can help you. Once you’re safely on the ground you look up at him, truly taking in his boyish good looks and sweet smile.
“Drive safe, okay?” You ask him before pecking his cheek
“I will” he nods and blushes a little at the kiss, he really was just about the cutest thing you’d ever laid eyes on. You start to walk away towards your car, turning back to wave before you got inside.
“Bye, Peaches!” Eddie calls with a wave.
“Peaches?” You call back and laugh
“Cause you’re from Georgia!” He calls and you just giggle and climb in your car. The two of you waved to each other again before you turned out of the parking lot and headed down the highway.
Eddie sighed, hands on his hips. He’d never have believed you if you’d told him three hours ago that that was how he would spend his late afternoon. Once he couldn’t see your car anymore he climbed back into his rig, grabbing his cigarettes and looking for a lighter when he came across the box of matches in the cup holder. He grins and lights one up, thinking how he sure was glad he stopped at Ruby’s diner and truckstop off I75, it’s definitely his new favorite.
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imagine meeting rafe by babysitting for toddler!wheezie?????
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stop this is sooo cute i love writing big brother rafe with toddler wheeze :(
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he’s more pissed than anything at first, wondering why on earth his father didn’t trust him to be a responsible adult and care for his little sister now that ward was away on business more times than not. the last thing rafe wanted was a stranger snooping around and weaselling their way into the benefits that came along with being a cameron.
his mind changed when he saw just how pretty you are, and not just that — how sweet and polite too. he hangs out in the doorway watching you play with his sister, trying to put on an expression that showcased scepticism but it always softened to intrigue. wheezie loved you, and he couldn’t even question why.
the boy wanders in, watching you knelt beside the curly haired toddler in your cute little summer dress and big smile. “soooo, i’m thinking… we should go and get ice-cream!” you grin, emphasising the last part to catch her attention. it works, and she claps excitedly with a squeal.
“i’ll drive us.” rafe suddenly pipes up and your head spins to him, blinking a few times in surprise.
“oh, really?” you smile politely, if not a little awkwardly at the sudden appearance of the child’s oldest brother who you’d seen floating around.
“well i’ve got nothing to do… and i figured i should get to know the person spending all this time with my little sister.” he shrugs, pulling his hands out his pockets to swing his car keys round his finger.
“yes, of course.” you submit to the idea, clambering to your feet as wheezie runs towards him.
“raaa—e!” she yells happily, pummelling into his legs before he bends down to swoop her up, planting her on his hip.
“hey, kiddo.” he pinches her nose briefly making her sniff and giggle. you grab your purse and send rafe a kind smile, letting him lead the way to his car. he hands you the kid, which feels odd and parental of the two of you and he quickly sets up the car seat in his car, letting you fasten wheezie inside. you hover by the passenger door, unsure of whether or not he’d rather you sit in the back. “go ahead.” he nods obviously and you climb in, placing your hands in your lap, making one sided conversation with wheezie to settle some awkwardness.
the two of you chat, rafe asking most of the questions about where you’re from and what you did before babysitting — the polite interrogation feeling like another interview for the position, but you didn’t mind — it was understandable that the current man of the house would wanna know who was practically living in it with him all of a sudden.
things get more comfortable as the two of you get chatting, walking into the icecream parlour as a three. he didn’t know he’d like the feeling so much, thinking on it as he glances at you pointing out the different colours of icecream behind the glass to his little sister. he’s fishing in his wallet as he does so, paying for the three of you. it made him feel… good. important. he hadn’t much thought of having children before, he knew he wanted to one day but it seemed like a far away thought. having a cute little baby, and a pretty gentle girl by his side calmed him, gave him the sense of authority he was looking for.
he has to remind himself not to place a hand on your lower back when you walk to the little table, chuckling himself when you let wheezie take her own spoon and messily feed herself.
“good job honey!” you coo as she manages to get some into her mouth before offering you the saliva covered spoon. “ohhh, no thank you!”
rafe decided he must have you, and seeing as you were now living in his house, ward being on a long trip — it would make things a lot easier. his own practice family, with you.
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hearts4hughes · 11 months
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the fight | jack hughes
jack hughes x fem! reader
a/n: something quick as i finish up some part 2s for other jack fics
warnings: talk of a fight (not sure if that’s a warning or not?)
gif is not mine
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one second you were chatting with jim, and the next you’re out of your seat, trying to get a better view as jack takes down aho.
“oh my god.” you mumble, watching him pound on the player below him. you frantically look over to jim who seems unfazed as ever. “jack’s in a fight!” you exclaim with wide eyes.
he chuckles at your obvious observation, taking another bite of popcorn. “he’ll be fine.” your eyes dart back and fourth between jim and the fight on the ice. he lets out another hardy laugh as your mouth hangs agape. “don’t worry. i mean he’s winning, so that’s good!” he jokes.
you smile unsurely, laughing to yourself at the fact jack’s own father isn’t even slightly fazed at his first nhl fight. “sure…”
as the refs break up the scene, jack looks up towards your seat in the arena. worry drowns your features until he breaks out into a toothy smile, showing off his newly missing tooth. he gives you a quick wink, sending butterflies off in your stomach, and returning his focus back to the game.
he finds this amusing.
“looks like someone tried to impress you.” jim observes the flirty looks his son sends to you. your cheeks flush a deep red.
“he looks too happy for someone who just got in a fight.” you point out, taking your seat next to jim once again.
the rest of the game goes by smoothly. the devils won 8-4 with a huge lead. along with that, aho steered away from jack and refrained from taking cheap shots at other players.
jim decided to head home after the game. he’d call later to congratulate his sons and talk about their game play. which left you here now, mindlessly walking through the tunnels of the prudential center. as you round the corner near the locker rooms, you wait and strike up conversation with other hockey wags.
“hey, baby.” jack’s voice causes you to redirect your attention from the conversation to him. he wears a proud, but smug smile, practically waiting to be scolded by you.
you look at him unamused. “you started a fight!” you whisper yell, grabbing his hand and leading him into a more private corner.
he laughs, bringing you into a deep hug. “good observation, honey.”
“it’s not funny!” you bite back a huge grin, trying so hard to keep your composure. “you could’ve gotten hurt.” you pout, nuzzling your face into his neck.
“well it’s a good thing i didn’t.” he pulls you away from his neck, staring into your eyes with a wide smile. “aho had it coming for him. he was cross checking and slashing all game. i wasn’t going to take it anymore.”
he presses a soft kiss to your lips, bringing you back against his chest. you breath in his freshly showered scent, savoring the moment, even if you were trying to act disappointed.
“you’re lucky you’re hot.” you sigh against him.
“even with my missing tooth?” he teases playfully. you giggle at his slight lisp. it was barely noticeable, but it made you smile like an idiot when he struggled to fully pronounce letters like t or s.
“yes, jack.” you reassure, pressing another kiss to his lips. “even with your missing tooth.”
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sumaneun-stars · 3 months
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'Unreal'
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Pairing. Sunghoon x reader
Genre. Fluff
Warnings. None:>
Synopsis. In which a dare from your friends could either ruin or spark a relationship with the absolutely gorgeous man you met at the mall.
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You got the second text from your group chat, after you had a girl's day out two days ago. 
Chaewon: "Y/n! A reminder, don't forget the dare!"
You rolled your eyes at the message.
Y/n: "I don't have memory loss, Chae”
The dare, in fact, was an embarrassing one for an introvert. You couldn't even talk to a child without stumbling over your words, let alone tell a good looking person who's about your age, that he's handsome.
You walked away from the counter, bags in hand after you got carried away while picking a birthday gift for your classmate. I mean, it had been a while since you went shopping. You waited for the elevator beside another person who you didn't focus much on, and got on once it arrived.
“Which floor?” The person asked.
“Ground” you said simply, too busy shifting the bags to a comfortable position to look at his face.
‘9th floor to the ground floor, might take a while’. 
You let air fill your mouth in boredom, looking around the elevator, until you caught a glimpse of the person's face who stood beside you from the spotless walls. The air left your mouth like a balloon being let go, leaving your lips in a pout.
You looked up at him, starstruck. ‘An angel. He's not real. Am I dreaming?’. He looked like some ice prince or an angel descended from heaven. Maybe even an alien, considering that his features were out of this world. Whatever he was, he was certainly not human. He was simply unreal.
Your mouth was slightly parted in disbelief, resisting the urge to poke him to see if he was real or just another one of your hallucinations. Except you did poke him. A dare is a dare. Your mouth opened to speak, but once he brought his attention to you, you were lost for words. 
His eyes sparkled as his lips were brought into a polite smile. He held a confused yet gentle expression, and you couldn't help but stare at him with heart eyes. He cleared his throat, bringing you back to your senses.
“You're handsome” your voice came out as a mumble.
“Hm?” He leaned closer to you. You got a slight whiff of sandalwood and cinnamon. You could faint on the spot, no joke.
“You- you're extremely good looking” you said without thinking, still staring at him.
He brought his hand on his mouth, chuckling at your words. ‘Oh. My. God. This man has the prettiest hands ever’. He removed his hand, still holding that gorgeous smile of his. He had fang-like teeth. It's probably illegal to be this perfect. 
“You too- I mean- you're pretty” he replied, smiling with his eyes. Your cheeks flushed red, but you knew he said that out of politeness. You hid your face in embarrassment, looking away as your cheeks boiled in your skin. ‘You're such an idiot, y/n’. There was an uncomfortable silence between you two, until the elevator door opened.
You walked with fast steps out of the elevator, too embarrassed to even look back.
“Wait” you heard his honey-like voice once again. It was probably in your head, or was it? You stopped in your tracks when you felt a hand on your shoulder. ‘He's so tall’. You looked up at him in silence.
“Do you mind if I- I get your number?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck. 
You couldn't process his words.
“My number?” You asked in disbelief. He nodded in response. You started glitching. Your hands went back and forth from your head to your hair, and finally to your pocket. You took out your phone and gave it to him. He chuckled at your wallpaper- a poorly drawn frog with a crown on its head, with goofy handwriting spelling out the words “frogs are queen cards too”. One of your artworks, of course.
“Oh that's just what I did when I was bored, I'm actually talented” you mumbled to defend yourself and your dignity.
“It's cute,” he said, making your heart race at the smile that formed on his face.
“Sunghoon!” You heard from a distance, and saw him turn at his name, probably. It came from a group of boys- his friends, of course.
“I gotta go,” he told you, pursing his lips in guilt. “Bye, queen card” he said with a slight smirk, before handing over your phone after typing out his number and running towards his friends. 
You were left speechless. You watched as a few boys hit his shoulder, teasing him as they screamed a few ‘ooh's and ‘ah's at him. He had a shy smile on his face, before he looked over his shoulder at you one last time. 
‘Sunghoon… 
Woah.’ 
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Factually, I know Bruce is a bad cook. In my wonderland brain, however, he's a baker in some Hell's Kitchen-esque neighborhood, both flourishing and festering down the Narrow's ribs.
Curiously, The Bat seems particularly focused on protecting this joint. And whoever walks in it.
The classic myth of food is that it brings people together; That's the one thing everyone, under the greyscale rainbow in Gotham, has in common. Everyone has to eat, and everyone has to die.
And all kinds of people walk in there.
You get thieves with watchful, observant eyes nemorizing the concise, expert movement of your fingers and wonder how these machines of pain and violance can be delicate enough for sweets.
"I know what you are. I know who you are."
"I'm not exactly hiding. "
" I'm gonna rob you now."
" Take some tuna for Iris while you're at it,"
You get jesters with runny make-up and busted lips and a heartbroken hope in their eyes, crying over their fried ice cream,
" I'm stupid. I know -- I know what he's doing to me. And my mom's voice is just pounding in my ear, every fuckin' day, ' You're letting him, Harley. You're letting him and you deserve it. You should've married that fucking doctor. At least he didn't hit you, he just yelled and screamed and called you nasty names.'
Bruce drizzles some extra rainbow sprinkles on her ice cream. " And that voice is wrong." And he'll keep saying that voice is wrong till the day Harley doesn't like ice cream anymore. And that day doesn't exist.
And slowly, you learn not to be impressed. When you live with wolves, you sharpen your teeth. Dogs do what dogs do; they eat. An angry dog is a hungry dog.
And this boy, with a red scarf over his nose, waving a gun in Bruce's face, is looking plenty angry.
"Just fucking stay there, okay?" He'd probably sound more threatening without the glass tremble in his voice. "I'm just gonna take some cash, and,--"
Bruce's calm is frosty; He's got experience with guns being pointed at his face. " Your safety's on. "
Teal eyes are glossy, shining with feral, living fear, like it's Bruce who has him cornered, backed up to a wall and looming death over him. there's no kids in crime alley.
Whatever they are, they can't afford that title. But he looks exactly how boys in crime alley look; Young and scared and haunted.
"What's your name, honey?"
"...Jason."
" Are you hungry, Jason?"
The way he wolfs down three plates with tears running down his cheek answers Bruce plenty.
"You can have the cash, " I don't really need it, goes unspoken. It already feels slimy enough to take it. The charities and well- filled cups of homeless people don't ease that. "I'm guessing you need it."
"It's for my dad," 'Dad' drips from Jason's lips like liquid hatred, " He told me to rob you cause you never call the cops."
" Calling criminals to stop other criminals seems a little counter-productive, " He needs to do something with his hands; Or he'll take Jason and hug him and drag him to the manor, where Alfred can prepare the fluffiest bed, and the warmest bath. So he's packing him something extra, to take at home.
Still. Hearing Jason laugh makes it worth it.
" You can say you got dinner, too."
" I'm not giving Willis shit, " Willis. One of Harvey's guns. They need a chat about working hazards. " Gonna take this to Dickie and Timmy, thought. Dick's gonna love this..."
And Jason, Bruce comes to find out, doesn't know himself half as good as he knows his siblings.
He learns Timmy, the baby brother, loves to skate, and he's the reason they go to the ER every other Thursday. He learns Dick can never run out of energy; Learns he's running on spite alone and they can't go a day without fighting.
And when Bruce is fighting Nightwing, the newest villain in Gotham, he learns both he and Dick can land the meanest Produnova recorded.
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queenendless · 3 months
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❄️🎄🎁☃️Merry Making (Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader ft Various JJK) ☃️🎁🎄❄️
A/n: I AM SO LATE TO THE PARTY!
Holiday fluff, ships, and so on, ya know the drill.
SO PLEASE DON'T PLAGARIZE COPY TRANSLATE STEAL OR REPOST MY FANFIC CONTENT. Rather reblog like and follow please and thnx u.
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Fuzzy coziness in beige white and cream filled your eyes.
Early light streamed through the curtains.
“Merry Christmas, Y/n~” Satoru's purr was layered with pecks strewn all over your face, bringing a smile to the surface.
The feline man cradled Suguru's head as he gave him the same wakening treatment. “Merry Christmas, Suguru~!”
Said man deeply humming against the crook of your neck had you squirming and giggling, especially as his sweatered arms hugged you close enough to where his grip was too firm to break free from.
“So early,” Suguru grumbled raspily, pulling away from your neck to yawn in his knuckles.
“Better than being late for the day when I embrace my destiny as Saint Nicky~ Imma go get all fancied up for the rascals. I better see you coming right behind me all decked out, hubbie~” Gojo planted one big wet smooch on Geto's lips before giving you the same lovely treatment, pulling a garment bag outta the closet, giving you two a smile and a peace sign before dipping into the adjoining bathroom.
“Sugu?” Your pajama self moved to splay atop your slowly awakening husband.
“Hmm?” He rubbed his eyes, blinking to clear up the murkiness, when the feeling of your lips on his got him to be fully awake.
“Merry Christmas.”
He embraced you, kissing you in kind. “Merry Christmas, love~”
“Tada!” Springing out the bathroom door stood Gojo Claus. Beard, hat, boots and all. “Time to get the sack! Suguru, suit up!” The man warped away.
“Lord I will regret this.” Geto muttered under his breath before lifting you off him so he could get out of bed and pull out his garment bag out of the closet too, heading to the bathroom after giving you a wink. “See you in a bit, honey.”
A few days ago, you celebrated with everyone by throwing a Christmas party at the Tokyo school as it was the one chance you could throw one due to everyone having plans over the holidays.
You even had a Kiritanpo hot pot as the main dish, Christmas version. And a big one at that to fill everybody up.
You hummed as you started up your phone only to see notifications from your group chats. Opening it up, you viewed the photos sent to your phone ever since that night.
One of Haibara beaming brightly as he and a flustered Nanami were lounging on a beach in Malaysia, shades on and a drink in Yu's hands while Kento read off the stack of books he plans to read.
Another one showed Shoko and Utahime in the capital, Kuala Lumpur, with the former kissing the whipped cream off her wife's lips from their shared mug of spicy cocoa along a balcony setting of their lit up resort.
A snapshot of Riko and Misato in a ski lift viewing the snowy hills of a ski resort along the Alps with Yuki, Choso and Kamo skiing together down the slopes below.
More pics kept on piling in.
Miwa and Kokichi taking a sleigh ride through the falling snow, smooching his now beet red face.
Mai and Momo skating across a ginormous ice rink while doing it with such grace.
Todo catching a Takada-chan plushie THE Takada kissed on stage during her live Christmas bash, chucking it to the enormous crowds, hearts and tears in his eyes cause OF COURSE he caught it.
Kusakabe in a tavern drinking with Higurama; one of the many new sorcerers, flushed but at ease.
Yaga and Gakuganji sharing sake together.
Nothing from Mei, but knowing her, she's in a tub filled with cash, with Ui letting her do whatever cause he loves her so … yeah …
And knowing Toji and Shiu, they're probably taking shots while looking out over the balcony of their apartment window and just watching the land being draped in a blanket of snow.
A beaming Nobara and a flushed Maki going through holiday themed boutiques with a shy Fumi and an endearing Saori-chan in tow, so many bags already piling over in their arms.
Rika and Toge doting over a flushing nervous Yuta, spooning him on both sides, lounging in his apartment, with Panda acting as their cuddle couch, snacking on Christmas cookies, egg nog trailing down his conked out face.
Getting lost in holiday feels, you nearly forgot about the other presence in the room but the fuzzy sensations overwhelmed you. Your squeaking giggles were overshadowed by his conniving cackles streaming out as those furry fingers gently tickled you and those smart ass lips kissing your adorable face.
“Letting your guard down makes you vulnerable. It's difficult to resist you, my distracting beautiful wife~” Suguru crooned in your neck, horns on his head and cane in hand as he stopped the tickling to kiss your cheek then easily carried you up in one arm, letting your phone plop onto the sheets. “Now, let's go before Satoru drags us out himself.”
Fairy lights flashed many colors hanging strewn above across the living room ceiling.
A tall traditional tree stood in the corner. Tinsel, ornaments, string lights, and a small start plopped on top decorate the pine.
And Yuji and Junpei awoke to the smell of pancakes being made. Peaking into the kitchen, they spotted Megumi and Tsumiki already having platters full of Christmas tree shaped flapjacks lining up the island. Nanako and Mimiko were prepping up some hot cocoa with marshmallows.
When a sack of presents literally filled up the kitchen like magic.
“Ho ho ho!”
“Santa Claus!” Yuji's chibi self lit up with stars in his eyes at the bearded glasses wearing man poking his head in.
“Santa?” Junpei and Megumi weren't convinced.
The girls giggled, knowing who it was but going along with the cuteness.
A silky raven head with horns on top of his head popped out from the other door, cane in hand. “Yo.”
“K - K - KRAMPUS!?” Yuji turned blue at the alarming sight.
“Geto-sama!” The twins tackled their papa, giddy over his furry onesie look.
The snow began falling that early morning.
As the puppy dog that is Yuji dragged a scolding Megumi outside who didn't want to abandon his cooking duty and let a fire start when a handful of snow was smushed into his now welt forming face.
Yuji's speed was tested by Divine Dog Totality with Megumi riding atop, chasing his salmon boi across the private snowy grounds, as snowballs streaked the air.
A concern Tsumiki tried yelling out her scolding remarks to her brother as she ran out the back patio doors but he was too far off to hear, so her exasperated self plopped down into the snow, getting into the mood to cool down and make a snow angel.
Junpei floundered, his arms and legs jerking as he was doing his best to stay upright even as Tsumiki legit dragged him down with a radiant smile sent his way, going with the flow with a dopey smile on his face.
“SU.GU.RU~!”
“Yeah?”
“Lookie lookie!”
The puffy albino kitty cat and his raven furry mate nuzzled their heels, scurrying out between their legs and through the slide open back doors with cat sized Santa hats on, chasing each others tails.
“Catoru and Cuguru are matching! Say cheese!” Gojo Claus pulled out his phone to take so many pics.
Catoru's chirpy meow and Cuguru's calm meow were all they gave before trotting over to the twins, nuzzling their ankles as they built their snowmen family. Making sure to include a blindfold for one of them and a Gojo Kuja for its snow partner.
“Suguru … THINK FAST!”
Like future father in law, like future son in law.
The side of Geto's face was smothered in snow, giving off a welt mark contrasting Gojo's shit eating smirk.
“Prepare to die … SATORU!”
Choosing to retract his shikigami in preference of handling this matter himself, Megumi rolled across the snowy grounds as he and Yuji's snowball chucking garnered everyone else's attention, especially colliding with Gojo getting his face smushed with powder by a hissing Geto.
A soft rough coughing noise garnered their attention.
All their snowy heads plopped out of their white puffy pile.
Seeing you in that fuzzy velvet robe flowing from the blowing wind, your snug jammies, and velvet slippers as you walked out to admire the falling snow, breathing out to see your breath in a puffy white cloud, fading into purity.
Powder slowly descended from the heavens as you watched, entranced, as you gracefully floated.
“Unless you all want breakfast to get cold, come back inside.”
“Mrs. Claus.” Satoru breathed out in wonder at your tender voice.
“Are we getting our present?” Suguru coyly asked.
Devotion covered your face as you smiled, pressing a hand on your small growing baby bump. “You already have.”
“Oh yeah.” Those two exchanged smirks.
They gently pulled you down to submerge you in their suited powdery embrace, laughing at their gobsmacked expressions as you pulled out some mistletoe from your pockets to hang above your heads.
Lots of kisses between you three.
Yuji snuck in one to Megumi who slunk back in the snow, melting it from how hot he got.
It would be a while until breakfast would be eaten and presents be opened.
But even so …
Christmas had come at last.
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sunshine-on-marz · 1 year
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how aboutttt dream hyping you up in your twitch/instagram chat/comments?
Anon, you understand me.
He looks like such a sweet darling baby puppy honey bunny schnookems
Dream x Reader
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It would be so funny
He would straight up use his main accounts/well known alts
Like you post a pic and he is immediately like
Dream✔️:you’re so fucking hot
The fans find it hilarious
Also, he hyped up pics he’s already seen
Like you send him a pic and ask “should I post it” and he hyped it up
Then you post it and he hyped it up again
If you’re on twitch:
He’s once again on his main
Dreamwastaken donated 15$: you’re hot
“Thank you clay”
Dreamwastaken donated 30$: you’re welcome ;)
“Stop sending me money baby”
Dreamwastaken donated 60$: No thanks
“Oh my gooooood”
Dreamwastaken donated 120$: Love youuuu
“I love you to hun”
Or he hides in chat and breaks the rules
Dreamwastaken: nice ass
GabbyIsntFound[MOD]: you’re on thin ice Clayton
Overall he’s super sweet and hyped you up so so so much
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esmedelacroix · 4 months
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31 days til' Christmas
ice skating date with miguel o'hara ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆
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Being the head, brains, back, legs, basically the foundation of the spider society had its quirks along with many shortcomings. Shortcomings like Miguel coming back home to his sweet baby either too tired to do anything or all battered up. When you had insisted that he take a vacation for the holidays his immediate answer was, "No, I'm sorry cariño[honey], I would love to spend time with you but the fate of the multiverse—" he started as he put his hands on your shoulders.
"Miguel, that's not going to work this time. I already called Jess and Peter and they can cover for you. I also got a bunch of other spiders in on this so they can cover the other ten-thousand jobs you take care of. So you don't have a choice, mister, your vacation starts today," you said sternly. Miguel loved it when you took charge of him like this. Every once in a while he was reminded of the reason why you're the only person who has ever put up with him this far. Everyone may be scared of Miguel at work, but boy was he scared of you(in the best way possible).
He couldn't deny that being able to overpower him was one of your most attractive points as well as one of his biggest turn-ons. He snaked his hands around your waist and nuzzled his head in your neck peppering kisses all over. “Thank you, mami," he muttered into your neck.
"You’re very welcome, ya' big baby," you teased. He chuckled before pulling away and taking in your beauty.
"I know this is supposed to be a break but I want to take you out somewhere, get some cozy clothes on," he said urging you to get in the bedroom to change. You gave him a suspicious look but soon after skipped into the bedroom excited about this mystery date he was taking you on.
After you got yourself ready you found Miguel there waiting for you on the couch. "Estás tan guapa, mi amor[You look so beautiful, my love]," he praised marveling at your beauty.
"Gracias[thanks]," you chirped as you took his hand. The two of you went into the car that Miguel had already heated for the two of you. Always so considerate, you thought to yourself as you gawked at him like the two of you were teenagers again.
"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked oblivious to how sexy he looked when he drove.
"Oh nothing, I'm just thinking about how handsome my husband looks while driving," you quipped earning a huge grin from Miguel.
"Oh yeah?" he chuckled.
"Hell yeah," you replied before gasping suddenly. Miguel was amused at your sudden discovery of the date he had planned. You were pulling into the ice skating rink at Rockafella. One of Nueva York's main tourist attractions during the holidays.
When Miguel parked and opened your door for you after getting out of the car, you pounced on him wrapping your arms around his neck, showering his face with kisses. "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you," you squealed in excitement unable to contain your ecstatic joy.
One thing about you is that you loved ice skating with the perfect view of the Christmas lights of Nueva York. It was a family Christmas tradition you talked to Miguel about every year; the two of you just never found the time to do it together. Your burst of excitement was not so much because you loved being here, but because you were so happy to be sharing the experience with Miguel.
The two of you rented out ice skates and hit the ice. Miguel didn't let go of your hand once. He placed your hand in his pocket to keep you close and warm. You skated around the ring and talked about everything under the moon. Miguel talked your ear off about the procedures he's been running in his lab and how much he hates Hobie(he loves him, he just doesn't want to admit it). Afterward, you talked his ear off about all the drama happening between the friend groups you were both a part of.
As you skated and chatted, you took it upon yourself to show Miguel your cool tricks from back when you used to figure skate. You spun and twirled and even attempted a single salchow for him that looked great in the air but you did land on your bum. Miguel immediately rushed to your aid trying to hold back laughter and failing.
After he got you on your feet you chased him around the rink as fast as you could. Once you caught up with him you playfully hit his chest. "Why'd you laugh? That salchow was beautiful, I just didn't stick the landing," you nagged pinching at little spots on his arms, play fighting with him.
"Sorry, you just looked too cute for your own good," he chucked finally getting a hold of your hands holding them away and giving you a quick smooch. "C'mon chica, let's get some hot cocoa," he suggested as they left the rink and walked up to the lady operating the stand.
"¿Puedo comprar dos chocolates calientes? Para mi esposa, por favor, añade muchos malvaviscos[Can I buy two hot chocolates? For my wife, please add many marshmallows]," he asked as he pulled you into his side to share his warmth.
The two of you had your hot cocoa walking around Rockafella. Miguel teased you while you geeked out about this year’s Rockafella tree. After a successful date at the ice rink, despite your major fail, you were completely satisfied with your night.
“Thank you for taking me out hon’,” you whispered as you played with his hair while his head rested in your lap. The two of you opted to watch a holiday movie before bed.
“Thank you for helping me realize I need a break, I love spending time with you baby, you’re my world,” he muttered.
As you lay in bed together that night, you couldn’t but feel an overwhelming sense of happiness that Miguel was finally home one night, and here to stay.
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