#my sweetest baby :( i love u to pieces
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hi mon amour 💌 i thought abt u earlier and i wanted to check in (also because i miss interacting with you T_T) ! how was your day today? i hope it went really well for you sweetie + i wanted to say you that you are such an sweet person and i see you interacting with people and it just u know reminds me how rare genuinely kind people are and you happen to be someone who touches people with kindness and i just think that alone is so beautiful \(//∇//)\ i also really wanted to say how much it means to me and probably to others how you make your blog a place where they feel included! im sorry to dump all of this on u and you dont have to reply at all but recently i feel like theres no place for me anywhere u know? and im not sad about it most of the time but it gets to me u know?? and it just makes me really fucking happy to be seen and not criticized for it? i dont know im just really sappy rn and i wanted to tell you that i really really like your blog and i really like you as a person (even if this is just a silly little blog you made with the intention of entertaining not comforting) 🐾 again i hope you had a great day today and i hope all the days for you will be filled with happiness for you because you seriously deserve nothing less (◞‸◟) take care of yourself and make sure to get plenty of rest !!!!!!!!!!!!! i heart u gabi 💭💭💭
love 🎀 anonie
hi my baby i miss u too !!!! i did have a pretty good day other than the thunderstorm -_- n i hope you had a great day as well! this is the sweetest thing ive ever received seriously :( im goin to cry!!!! agghh your words means more to me than u cld ever know n im so happy im able to make u feel a lil bit better!!! im always always always here for u for whatever u need, ‘kay? dont ever worry ab being criticized here bc i promise i will never do that :( n i will do my very best to always make u feel good n happy!!!!!!!! i love you soso very much you mean the world to me n im so sorry you feel like theres nowhere for u but i promise that you’ll always have a lil place in my heart!!!!!!!!!!! and on my blog of course i love u dearly :( pls take care of urself as well angel!!!!! kissing u so very hard rn ur soso kind and so loving and i hope you know ur always welcome here!!!!!!!! pls dont ever hesitate to reach out when u need something, sweetheart! i love u most n im always rooting for u!!!!!!!!!!!!
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summary: in which you make jungkook’s world spin and you tend to… make him a little too dizzy.
> idol!jungkook x reader / est. relationship, fluff, angst / word count: 7k
> content/warnings: yea shirtless jungkook should be a warning… one (1) spank then he kisses it better, also gives a kiss to that lil bow on oc’s undies >:( + a flashback of oc crying and him getting stressed out bcs oc is a careless brat fr
> in which masterlist!
note: hehe i’m here <3 this drabble is basically just oc in a mood and jungkook being the sweetest bf ever 🤨 idk how it got this long either heh it didn’t feel that way at all while i wrote-edited? but i hope u enjoy and i’d love to hear ur thoughts 🥺 reblogs/feedback are appreciated !! <3
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“oh my god- fuck!”
you cover your mouth in shock, squeezing your eyes shut and flinching at the ear-splitting sound that bounces off the walls of the apartment.
jungkook is rendered frozen, eyebrows furrowed and jaw slacked, staring down at his shirt largely stained by the chocolate milk you were walking around with after brunch.
“damn…”
his eyes are irritable when they communicate with yours.
“baby! really? did it have to be the white one?”
but seconds later, they become worried and calculating — wandering all over the tiled floor, and then your bare feet infront of his slides-clad ones, surrounded by shattered pieces of ceramic.
the collateral damage. an unforeseen tragedy.
suffice to say, jungkook woke up this morning blissfully unaware of the turbulent storm threatening to make a playground out of your mind. it’s craving to feed destruction, and here he is living with you under the same roof, an unfortunate casualty from your antics.
the hand-painted mug, wet from the condensation, slipped away from your hands when you accidentally collided with his tough build at the intersection of the living room and the kitchen. this… wasn’t part of the plan. the plan was a little spill and this is a landslide.
“that was expensive too.” you utter wistfully, chest deflating as you release an exasperated breath. “sorry. i’ll clean up everything. just stay there and i’ll- when did i last see the broom-”
his doe eyes grow two times its size when you start looking around the apartment in search of the broom, and perhaps something you can use to pat yourself and jungkook dry, causing your feet to unconsciously shift on the treacherous ground.
“ba-baby! don’t move! you’re going to hurt yourself. are you crazy?” he interrupts you with a hiss, voice stern as his hands curl around your arms to hold you steady. “it’s okay. this is nothing, i’m not mad… just stay still, understand?”
you nod slowly as he lets go, eyebrows knitting together to convey confusion when he starts pulling his shirt over his head, revealing miles of bare skin and planes of defined muscles on a perfect silhouette. perfect because it’s jungkook.
alright… to see him half-naked wasn’t one of your intentions, but you’re definitely not one to complain.
“tsk, i think i need to shower again.”
figuring that the internet has a solution to every problem one could think of, jungkook has decided to accept the horror that has happened to his shirt. what was it again? salt? vinegar? baking soda? powder? fuck it, he’ll search for it later.
he throws caution to the wind by using it to wipe his damp torso, brushing it over his tan skin glistening with a sheen of the liquid that you wittingly spilled. he winces at the uncomfortable stickiness that could be felt across his stomach, but he can’t help but to laugh when he sees how it further accentuated his abs.
and if only you were in a chipper mood today, you would be laughing along with him. would’ve taken over cleaning him up, apologized with a kiss on his waist. too bad you’re not.
eventually, he gives up on erasing on the feeling, proceeding to fold the shirt in halves.
“what are you doing?” you snap, putting on a guise of harsher irritation over your dreamy stares at your boyfriend’s glorious physique. “are we just supposed to stand here forever like idiots?”
“what is this? why are you so grumpy today?” he questions with a frown, patting your cheek with the soft cottony fabric because the splash managed to reach your face unbeknownst to you.
and then he bends down to place the folded shirt infront of your feet, looking up to you with his galaxy-filled eyes to say, “here- come on. stand here while i clean up.”
you stand isolated on the safe zone he created, childishly pouting with your arms crossed over chest as you wait for him to pick up your slippers in the bedroom.
the simple answer to jungkook’s question is you’re bored and in a bad mood. the more complex answer would be you came up with a one-man game you can only win if you successfully piss your boyfriend off, but you’re too scared to pull off anything that will legitimately make him upset with you.
because the last time you made him angry, it hasn’t been… that long ago. he’s been keeping a closer eye on you since then, and you’ve been trying to be good. keyword being trying. after all, you did lost his car key… at a beach three hours away from home. you searched the entire shore — retraced your steps, made your knees and palms bleed digging through the rocky sand, curled up by the waves to wallow in self-blame and the smell of salt-air defeat. you were nearly in tears as you listened to the call ring for what felt like an eternity, unsure if he already wrapped up the company meeting he mentioned to you the day before.
you still remember the desperate words you greeted him with instead of ‘hello’.
“babe, promise me you won’t be mad.”
—
“____, you didn’t even tell me you were coming here! care to explain that to me first? huh?”
your name, and not ‘baby’? heavens above have mercy; you’re fucked.
jungkook presses the heels of his palms over his eyes to alleviate the dull throbbing of his head, breathing heavily to compose himself, but he can’t disguise the frustration deeply embedded in his voice.
“you scared me!”
not yelling, but tone evidently very upset with you. somehow, that makes you feel worse.
“i had to make up an excuse infront of everyone and drive here fast. i was so worried of you being here all alone when it gets dark!”
“it’s your car so i thought i had to let you know right away. i’m sorry.” you chew at your bottom lip anxiously, eyes brimming with tears as you barely muster up the courage to observe how he’s handling this.
your heart pounds louder in your chest when he finally looks down at you, guilty and gloomy, sat on a wooden bench painted yellow. it drops to your stomach when you see the sullen expression painting his face a light shade of red.
“where did you lose it?”
you open your mouth, but no words come out. you can only manage to point at the shore with your disoriented eyes, and he traces the direction with his. the majestic orange sky where the sun descends below the horizon fails to be recognized by your foggy, distracted minds.
it’s silent for a few beats, then he huffs, breathing out a sarcastic chuckle before burying his face in hands.
“baby, please. please. are you sure you’re not pranking me right now?”
“no! do you think i’d joke like this? i really tried my best to find it!” you sniffle, roughly wiping away the lone tear that escapes your eye. you’re almost too humiliated to continue talking, volume falling a few notches above a whisper. “but the waves were getting stronger.”
he vehemently shakes his head, rendered speechless and stuttering, malfunctioning. he doesn’t think he has ever imagined this type of scenario before. “this is crazy. really… this is unbelievable… how did this even happen?”
he exhales loudly before removing his hands, revealing a calmer exterior. be that as it may, his skin is more flushed, all the way to his ears and down to his neck, where his veins have become noticeably prominent.
“i mean, what else can we do about it? i’ll request for a new one.”
“but are we just going to leave the car here?”
“did you leave anything in there?”
“i left my bag, but…” you pat the pockets of your skirt to check if your valuables didn’t meet the same fate as the car key. “i brought my phone and wallet with me.”
he nods. “then i’ll call a towing service.”
you pout.
“it’s such a bother.”
feeling exhausted after burning a concerning amount of energy in search of the missing item, you stand on wobbly feet to loop your arms around his waist.
maybe it’s to coax him into forgiving you. maybe it’s to make yourself feel better, nuzzle your face on his chest to drive away the anxiety weighing on your shoulders. but as it’s being lifted off, so is the barrier withholding your salty tears.
“i’m so careless. i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i should’ve drove my car instead.”
“ye- no, that’s not…” he cuts himself off with a sigh.
he puts an arm around you, pushing his hair back and repeatedly carding his fingers through it out of habit.
“seriously, baby… you stress me out so much, do you know that? you’re always wandering around places you’re not familiar with… this is secluded. it’s dangerous. you could get hurt if you bump into the wrong people… really, i’m just relieved it’s not yourself that you lost this time!”
the recollection of old flashbacks playing in his mind like a movie reel elicits a throaty chuckle from him, low and rough, the vibrations of his chest rudely awakening the butterflies in your stomach.
“you couldn’t even send me a text. you didn’t turn on your location. i would’ve lost my fucking mind again… did you even thought of that? or is that what you wanted, huh? baby? you enjoy driving me crazy like this?”
and the confession tucked inside his scolding obliterates any coherent thoughts in your head, causing you to lose control of your whirlwind of emotions.
“this isn’t fair. you said you won’t be mad.” you wail out in response, tears fiercely leaking from your eyes akin to a rainstorm. “i didn’t know this would happen!”
he clicks his tongue, gingerly caressing your wet cheeks with his thumb, then with the rest of his fingers, and the paw of his jacket, because the streams just seem to have no plans of ceasing. his wide eyes worriedly scans your tear-stained face, heart squeezed painfully by the restrained sobs forcefully ripping themselves from your throat.
“shhh, shh. don’t cry- don’t cry. i’m not mad, i was just worried about you.”
“jungkook, you’re lying.” you whine. “don’t lie to me. i don’t like it.”
he slowly blinks at you, head hanging low as to compose his thoughts before he reconnects with your eyes. a faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips before his tongue unconsciously sweeps over them, its tip catching the silver ring piercing through his skin to play with it.
a moment of silence, thick with restlessness and anticipation, harder to breathe with the unique smell of the salt-air entering and leaving your lungs.
you feel small under his stoic gaze. you want to sit back down and cry harder.
your boyfriend is mad. your boyfriend is infuriatingly hot even when he’s disappointed in you. you need to dig a hole in the sand and live there forever. after everything, these are the only thoughts left running in your head.
“okay, fine. you lost the key of our car in the ocean, ____. but what if someone already found it by chance?” he cocks his head to the side, briefly peering at the road behind you.
he knows that it’s no use. even if he does see the white jeep wheeling by, is he supposed to assume that he can outrun it by some heaven-granted miracle?
“what then? hm…? what else can we do? i guess it could be getting stolen right now and we don’t even know. you parked so far away.”
god, please, not your favorite car.
“it’s not only the car. i still have important documents left in the compartment too.” this only dawns on him now, judging by the look of distress written on his face. he suddenly slaps his thigh, and you flinch a little. “fuck! i should’ve cleaned sooner!”
“then you are mad.” you arrive at a conclusion, chin wobbling as you sniffle. “about a lot of things.”
you resist the urge to stomp your feet. you want to throw a tantrum so bad. tell him that he shouldn’t be keeping such things in the car in the first place, that he owns a safe for fuck’s sake, but you know you can’t get away with shifting the blame because you messed up horribly in comparison.
“i get it. i’m sorry… i take full responsibility this time.”
“shit, baby.” he deeply sighs.
it becomes quiet again. he just looks at your face with knitted eyebrows, not saying anything more, and you try your best to cut off your crying, not to act conscious, but your eyes still fall on the sand. they stay there for a few beats to avoid the intensity of his gaze.
he almost sounds pained when he finally speaks. “how can i stay mad at you when you’re crying?”
he tilts up your chin, and your glassy eyes, sparkling with a new wave of tears, look at him beseechingly.
the setting sun. an eternal witness to a brand new day of humans being humans. it kisses your skin with its golden light, bathing your figure to radiate an angelic glow that drives him to consider once more that you could just be an enchanting character across dreams and the year is still 2017.
you sniffle again, brushing off his hand. sometimes you despise that jungkook brings out messiest, most unstable side of you. you know that he practically signed up for this, and he will always love you the same, love you even more. but that doesn’t take away the fact that you’re so embarrassed.
“but i’m not crying just to make you feel bad, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“yah, that wasn’t what i meant?” he frowns, eyes softening at your reply. “of course. i know that.”
the cracks in your voice, he seals with a soft kiss on your lips, tender and swollen caused by the onslaught of your sharp teeth.
“anyway, i can take care of replacing it. i mean, it’s not like it can get stolen just like that, right…?”
he sounds rather nervous convincing the both of you.
“but i’m most worried about you. i can lose everything but you.” his tattooed arm pulls you closer, casting aside the tension by leaving not even an inch of space between your bodies. he tenderly rubs your back to console you, and another kiss is granted to your temple, his soothing voice slightly muffled as his lips stay glued to you. “did i make you cry? i’m sorry, baby, i’m sorry… it’s okay. things like this can happen.”
“no, i’m sorry.” you aggressively shake your head and he carries on with wiping your cheeks, the back of his hand brushing off the tears that drip across your chin. he dries his hand on the hem of his jacket only to get it wet all over again.
“let’s just learn from this and move on. promise me that you’ll be more careful next time, okay? you can do that, right?”
jungkook does scold you every now and then, but although you stress him out, he would hate it if he’s not the first person you call when you’re in trouble. he would hate it if you act nonchalant and secretly cry when you’re hurt. but most of all, he can’t imagine a life in which you don’t make his world spin, much as he tends to get too dizzy at times.
your defiant hum makes his tense shoulders drop in disappointment.
“there should be a bus stop somewhere, i’ll just go home on my own. i don’t want to keep stressing you out.”
you will yourself to break free from his embrace, dragging yourself away to leave behind a trail of footprints in the sand, and he knows he’ll be running after you today, too.
“oh? you better stop right there!” he warns with a hand over his hip.
you become smaller and smaller in his eyes with every tick of the clock, much like how the sun is gradually getting swallowed by the ocean.
“i’ll get angry for real if you disappear from my sight. really, i’m not joking!”
angry? what a joke. you know that he’d cry blood searching for you if you get lost.
“oh? you’re really not going to stop?!”
jungkook’s voice fall on deaf ears, except that of the dog leashed to a tree that stands infront of a humble home. it seethingly barks at him from many meters away.
“fucking shit. i need alcohol.” he chuckles to himself, rubbing his tired eyes. “____, i swear, you’re getting too stubborn these days. what should i do with you?”
but you’re too far away to hear him, and so, he answers himself.
“eh, it is what it is.”
the wind blows with a quiet whistle, deadly as it fuels the roaring waves.
“AH! nuh-uh!” he exclaims, jaw dropping in alarm when he sees an urgent reason to chase after you, putting those leg days at the gym to good use.
you jump, a squeak leaving your mouth when out of nowhere, a solicitous palm smooths over your behind, sliding down to the back of your thighs to hold down your rippling skirt.
but you’re determined to be unyielding, eyes shooting daggers at jungkook. “leave me alone. i can do it myself.”
“baby, isn’t that a little rude? is that how you say ‘thank you’?”
“thank you. now let’s go our separate ways.”
and just like that, you’re walking away again.
“shit.” he curses quietly through gritted teeth, pulling at his hair. “babe, please come back… i’m sorry! i didn’t mean that!”
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“jungkook! how many times do i need to tell you to turn off faucet properly?!”
you’re hot on jungkook’s tail as he makes his way to the laundry room beside the kitchen, carrying a laundry basket over his hip. he’s still shirtless, only clad in a different pair of shorts after a quick shower.
“the bathroom sink was close to overflowing! again!”
“i know what you’re doing.”
“what? what am i doing?”
the basket touches the ground, standing beside the dryer, and then he turns to face you, eyebrows shooting up. “picking a fight with me won’t work today.”
“why?” your tone borders on a whine.
“what do you mean ‘why’?” he laughs in jest. “why? why do you want to fight with me so bad?”
“i don’t know.” you exhale loudly, rolling your eyes and shrugging. “just because!”
“well, that’s not very convincing, is it?” he teases you with a grin, proceeding to open the dryer to dump the fresh laundry in the basket. the clothes you wore in the past week once again soaked up the sweet, floral scent the people around you distinctly recognizes to be your own and jungkook’s.
“i know, but i’m done playing now. you’re not hearing me.” you close your eyes in frustration, recounting the other times you had to say these exact words. “you’re going to flood our house.”
“okay, okay. i won’t forget to double-check it from now on. i promise.”
“sure, that’s what you also said last time.” you indignantly scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “i’m not turning it off for you anymore. if we get flooded, i’m leaving you. i’m moving out.”
your threat puts a halt to his movements for a split second before he’s adorably replying in a sing-song voice. “then i’m going with you.”
“no, you’re not.”
and it doesn’t come as a shock to you that jungkook doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.
“huh! good luck trying to stop me.” he slams the door of the dryer shut, standing up straight. “it’s not easy getting rid of me. you know that.”
he walks to the middle of the room to get a good view of you at the entrance. with the other resting on his hip, he lies his palm flat over the counter, outstretched arm cascading with varied colors of ink in sharp lines and swirling curves.
fuck, he has to know what he’s doing — flexing his muscles like that, not playing fair.
“aigoo, look at you glaring at me. you want to fight?”
and you’d feel intimidated by his challenging stare, the quirk of his eyebrow, his teeth sinking on his bottom lip… only if he didn’t blink to rake a stare over your body, lingering on your smooth legs that couldn’t be covered by your mere underwear. only if they didn’t flicker back to your face, and only if he didn’t smirk like a lovesick fool.
“so cute.” he chuckles. “you’re totally my type.”
“shut up.” you roll your eyes at the random compliment. “i know, i already get that a lot.”
his smile then fades, not so thrilled with the reminder that it’s so easy to fall in love with you, and therefore anyone would die to take his place. he knows that they hover around you like moths to a flame when he’s not there. well, he really can’t blame them, can he? you’re so fucking attractive.
“what does that mean…? who else is saying it, huh? tell me. i think i have a few guesses.”
“does it matter?” you stare at him blankly, which then turns into a piercing glare. “jungkook! i was just talking about you not paying enough attention. look at you proving me right!”
the stomp of your feet on the floor tells him that you’ve reached a level of frustration near to inducing a flood of tears.
oh, he truly got called out, huh?
“i’m sorry- i’m sorry. i admit that. i’m sorry, my love. i was just joking around. i’m listening well now.” he winces guiltily, beckoning you to be where he is. “come here then.”
“i don’t want to.” you stay rooted in your spot. “who do you think you are?”
“m-me…? i’m your boyfriend. boyfriend!” he points at himself, index finger repeatedly poking his bare chest to emphasize his point. his arm then drops to his side. his doe eyes widen as he breathes out a sigh of disbelief. “oh, i’m really getting upset now?”
you bite back a smile. the sweet taste of victory.
you can’t be the only one, can you?
“aish, i see you’re having your way again.” he chuckles, taking it upon himself to cross the distance between you. his hands find purchase on the curves of your waist, and every nerve in your body turns into a live wire. “let’s just go out today. do you want to practice boxing at the gym with me?”
didn’t he just watch you do arms day this morning? does he think you have the same stamina as him? you make a face of disapproval and shake your head.
“shall we go to a rage room again then? break more stuff?” he playfully sticks his tongue out, and you glare once more.
for the record, you loved that mug.
“boring.”
“and fighting with me is fun?”
you purse your lips into a thin line. “well, it’s not boring.”
“of course.” he laughs, softly squeezing your waist, pads of his thumbs mindlessly tracing shapes over the fabric of your top.
all of a sudden, he’s tugging you closer to envelope you in his embrace, voice slightly muffled as he sweetly talks. “are you mad at me for real? i’m sorry. sorry, sorry, sorry. sorry. i’ll really be more mindful of the things you remind me about, i swear… i don’t like fighting. it breaks my heart when you cry.”
what is this five foot ten man with bulging biceps, tattoo sleeve, and piercings doing here in the crook of your neck — affectionately nuzzling his face on your skin and telling you in a baby voice that he doesn’t like fighting?
you don’t know, but you feel good.
and his bare body is so comfortingly soft and warm.
he draws back for a kiss but his nose and lips only graze your cheek when you turn away, and you don’t see the sadness that flashes across his face.
“so what i’m hearing is… you don’t like fighting with me because i’m too sensitive? is that the truth?”
“no!” he perks up to interject without hesitation, shaking his head. “but i don’t think that’s a bad thing anyway… being sensitive.”
but you admit being a crybaby. you cry when you’re angry.
that’s when jungkook distinguishes the glint of mischief swimming in your irises. he feels dizzy after having his heart drop to his stomach.
“no. no, no.”
his mirthful grin returns, revealing his perfect set of teeth.
“ahh, i’m stressed!” he closes his eyes, throwing his head back, chest puffing up when he breathes in then out. “i knew it. no, i’m not falling for this trap!”
then he flees the room carrying the laundry basket, leaving you doubled over and covering your mouth to silence your giggles of amusement.
“i’m hanging the laundry now!”
“how dare you walk away from me?!”
“you can’t follow me!”
“i’m not.” you scoff, purposely bumping your hips against his. “i’ll vacuum the living room.”
—
“where are you going? gym?” you genuinely begin to sulk, watching your boyfriend slide into a baggy pair of bleached denim pants. “are you leaving me here?”
he avoids your inquiring eyes, ignoring you as he pulls up his zipper and does the button. you pout when he walks further away to pull out a black shirt from the clothing rack.
“is that it? are you tired of me already?”
he tosses its hanger in the basket where you discard the empty ones before wearing the final piece of clothing, covering himself fully for the first time today.
you sigh, feeling dejected. “you don’t love me anymore?”
and jungkook needs to physically restrain himself so he won’t grab your face and say ‘i love you’ over and over again until he runs out of breath.
you leave the closet to follow him to the bedroom, where he sits on the edge of the mattress to put on his socks.
you stand by him, patience quickly running thin. “hello?”
he brushes away the non-existent dirt on the left sock before switching his legs to put on the right one.
“did i turn invisible?”
your eyebrows furrow in disappointment. this isn’t how fighting works. you need a reaction at the very least.
you tug at the sleeve of his shirt, starting to get annoyed, already planning your exit if he continues this act. “you’re hurting my feelings. you’re not even going to look at me?”
he mumbles, and you almost fail to piece his phrase together. “can’t, you’re too pretty.”
his big brown eyes faintly glimmer with hope when he looks up at you, puckering his rose-tinted lips and making kissing sounds.
your sweet and clingy boyfriend, he’s making this too difficult.
a tsunami of affection washes over you, and it becomes impossible for you not to crack at his cheekiness then. “jungkook, you’re impossible!”
atleast he tried to shoot his shot.
“tsk, see? i thought so!” he grumbles, snapping the elastic band on his ankle. “just want one kiss.”
he disappears into the closet again.
he returns not a minute later, unceremoniously placing a white bucket hat on your head before tugging it down to obstruct your vision.
“hey!”
you hastily take it off, scowling at your laughing boyfriend who turns out to be already wearing a black bucket hat of his own.
“you’re bored, aren’t you? let’s go out, have some sun.”
“no.”
you reply exactly as your boyfriend predicted you would.
jungkook captures your wrist to slip his credit card on your palm, folding your fingers over it, but they aren’t enough to hide the black rectangular thing you can use to buy the world with if you wanted to. your amusement spills out as giggles, brighter as he pushes your hand to your chest so you have no other choice but to accept it.
he scrunches his nose, face only inches away from yours as he persuades you with his natural charm. “what if we go shopping, hmm?”
“thanks babe, but i can’t think of anything i want right now.” you sniffle with teary eyes, flipping the card and holding it between your longest fingers as muscle memory takes control.
“then just keep it incase you see something you want.”
he kneels on the floor out of the blue, and you eye him curiously, your fingers automatically tangling with his silky locks before making a loose fist.
“here, put some pants on. hurry-” he presents your pair of faded gray cargo pants.
you tug at his hair lightly, which prompts him to lift his head. you scrunch your nose cutely, giggling. “i’m spoiled.”
“ey, so what if you are?” he brushes off your observation with his satoori accent, blithe tone listing down reasons. “i love you. i worked hard so i can do these things for you. we moved in together so we can take care of each other.”
and you want to cry. you truly do. your face began to feel warm after he said that he loves you, but the tears never make it past your lash line when his big palm lands a loud smack on your ass, skin-to skin.
“but i do think that you are a brat. does that count for something?”
it catches you by surprise, and a scandalized gasp escapes your mouth as you feel the sting spreading across your skin.
“shut up! give that to me.” you roll your eyes, stealing the pants from his grasp.
“see, that’s what i’m talking about.” he chuckles lightheartedly. “get dressed then.”
his fingers dig in the soft flesh of your thighs when he pulls you closer to kiss the tiny little ribbon on your underwear, heart-shaped lips pressed to you so firmly you can trace their outline bleeding through the thin fabric and onto your skin. “mmm-mwah!”
and then you feel them there next, where it still hurts, a softer kiss in comparison to soothe the sting he left behind.
your heart is beating so loud you can feel it in your throat, feeble knees nearly giving away to crash and break.
who does that so casually? who the hell does that?
oh, right… jungkook. of course.
you raise the white flag today.
perhaps he will flood the apartment tomorrow, and you can stay angry longer then.
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“what’s taking him so long?” you mutter absentmindedly to yourself, lost eyes scanning the park in hopes of getting a glimpse of your boyfriend and his classic jungkook outfit, but he’s still nowhere to be seen.
your sour mood makes a reappearance.
to your credit, taking you out and then asking you to wait here without telling you where he’s going is rude, and you’re lonely and jealous of the couples around you having a picnic. not to mention that the clouds have uncovered the sun and you’re burning.
this scene also leads your brain to wander to those cliche flashbacks in a film or a show where a parent lies to their child that they’ll come back, and then they doesn’t. it’s always, always at some sort of park.
oh, for fuck’s sake, why are you wasting your time giving this a lot of thought?
too bored and antsy to sit still, you finally decide to text jungkook.
to: my baby love
i'm gonna look for food. do you want anything?
orrr is that what you're away buying 😥
WHERE ARE YOU
why didn't you just take me with youuuu
?
please me lonely :(
[sent 1 photo]
a black cat !! is sleeping on my shoes!! 😭
i miss you :(
are you almost done
i hate u
whatever i'm going. call if you still remember that you're someone's bf i guess.
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jungkook crosses the street like an excited puppy, long pretty hair bouncing as he practically skips his way to the area where he left you to wait.
only to be greeted by a complete stranger.
his radiant beam fades into a hue of confusion.
the bench is now occupied by a woman chugging an energy drink after running laps around the park.
they lock eyes for a split second. he averts his befuddled stare to pretend that nothing happened, walking past her with a bouquet of sunflowers until he settles down two benches away.
he wears his bucket hat again only for him to throw it aside with a sigh, messing with his hair to release his frustration. of course you left. he can only snort to himself while he reads the last message you sent. you’re so cute. he knows you’ve never been keen on having to wait, but he didn’t expect himself to take so long either.
not wanting you to be upset with him another second longer, he instantly decides to call you.
his forehead creases when his phone vibrates, informing him that he typed an incorrect password. he tries again, slow and deliberate, only for the same thing to happen, and he begins to feel nervous.
what the fuck?
okay, calm down, JK. one more time.
he freezes as the same words flash on the screen. his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he feels the irritation bubbling up inside of him.
“why is it like this…? what’s your problem? what am i touching wrong?”
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you return to the park more carefree than before. since jungkook is god knows where, you decided to have a picnic on your own. you had to buy a new picnic blanket, though. you can’t get the one in the car because he has the key. but just to be petty, you hope that he figured it out from the text notifications he got when you used his card.
oh, there he is looking angrily at his phone.
you halt on your tracks, instantly pulling the brakes on your feet when you recognize your boyfriend from your peripheral vision. you slowly chew the remaining tteokbokki in your mouth.
he’s holding his phone… and he hasn’t called you yet?
“wow, did you seriously forgot about me?”
upon hearing your familiar voice, jungkook’s features soften, not having to squint at the sunlight either because you’ve kindly blocked it with your back.
“where did you even go? i didn’t see you!”
the password-protected device that’s been giving him a headache for the past ten minutes is abandoned in the depths of his pocket.
“baby,” he utters airily as he stands on his feet, reaching out to hold your forearm. “i’m sorry. i took so long, didn’t i…? i went to buy you flowers but they didn’t have tulips anywhere. anywhere. every shop said someone bought all of them!”
he scratches his head with a sheepish grin, revealing the bouquet he’s been concealing behind him.
“i got you sunflowers instead… they-” he points at them, eyes flickering on the bundle of yellow flowers he’s offering as a gift. “they’re not bad. i think they’re pretty too. you like them too, right?”
sunflowers are pretty. after all, it used to be your favorite in middle school, mostly because it’s the first flower you received from an admirer… it was for your birthday and you felt like you died when it withered, heavily on-brand for a young heart drawn to romance. excluding that, everything has changed. it’s a typical saturday and beads of sweat have formed on your lover’s forehead after running around under the sun. you think you can keep them alive longer this time around.
“i like you the most.”
and then he receives his gift in return, that particularly sweet smile of yours he only sees when you’re so giddy.
his heart flutters wildly at your following actions.
“kiss.” you adorably demand, copying his pout earlier when he was asking for a kiss.
but unlike you who left his wish ungranted, he crosses the distance to plant a kiss on your lips. he pulls away a mere three inches, muttering to confront you. “but i thought you hated me?”
“who said that? that wasn’t me.” you feign ignorance, eyes so wide as to mimic being confused. you carefully take the flowers into your embrace, subtly exchanging it with the paper bowl you’re holding. “thank you, baby… here, do you want tteokbokki?”
he goes for the fish cake first, poking it with the stick and popping it in his mouth. you find yourself too absorbed in admiring the sunflowers one by one to sense your boyfriend staring at you, thinking to himself, you’re always worth the effort and this overpriced tteokbokki is pretty damn good.
“i turned on my location like i promised i would. did you see?” you mention without looking at him, acting laidback, still too shy when anything related to the incident is brought up.
he awkwardly smiles. no, he didn’t, unfortunately. he’s still fucking locked out of his phone.
you whimper when he pinches your cheek. “good job, baby.”
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jungkook removes his head on your stomach to lie down beside you on the red picnic blanket. his hair touches his face and he tucks them behind his ears for the millionth time today.
“will you type my password for me?”
you take his phone without question, putting yours over your chest for the meantime. you successfully unlock it within a second, experienced fingers nimble after years of typing on the daily.
“here.” you hold it out for him without looking, picking up your own phone to continue scrolling through trending topics. however, seconds pass and the heavy weight on your hand has yet to be eased, so you wiggle it to catch his attention. “hey, it’s done.”
he gasps, gaping at you in bewilderment. “how did you do that?”
“you changed it again last night, remember? because i told you our anniversary isn’t a good idea.”
shit, right. he added a new one to the list of passwords that he uses for everything. he totally forgot about that. you’ve taken over every working brain cell that he has in his body.
“baby, this is your fault!” he groans, finally snatching away his phone. “ah- i wanted to throw it away. i didn’t know what was wrong with it. i was seriously so close to crying!”
that bad? was he about to get all his data wiped out? your poor baby. you laugh out loud at his reaction, belly aching as you roll over to wrap your arm around his waist and bury your face on his side.
“anyone can guess it if they try hard enough.”
“but that was the trick, you know? they’d think it’s too easy. they wouldn’t even consider it!”
“that doesn’t mean they won’t try it!”
“ah, i don’t care. i’m changing it back.” he stubbornly pouts, falling back on the blanket.
you want to cuddle. he feels a tug on the sleeve of his shirt and he immediately understands. he allows you to use his tattooed arm as a pillow. it envelopes you entirely when he reaches for his phone to type with both hands, and you automatically snuggle with him closer by resting your head on his chest.
“fine. do what you want, you dummy. you better not leave your phone lying around.” you mutter, heavy eyelids fluttering shut as the wind blows to softly caress your face. “and don’t take more pictures of me sleeping.”
“you’re sleeping? i thought we’re going to the mall.”
“we are. i’m letting you rest before you carry shopping bags.”
“ah- wow. thanks, baby.”
you don’t how much time passes, a minute or ten or more, but falling into a deep sleep proves to be impossible with the cacophony of sounds you’re surrounded with. you’re resting somewhere away from the crowd, but there’s still the hiphop music from a bluetooth speaker, honking of vehicles… and the main culprit, jeon jungkook scrolling through tiktok on your phone and bookmarking videos for you to watch later on. you can hear his giggles louder than his heartbeat, feel them make his body vibrate throughout.
so, you give up. you open your blurry eyes with a tired sigh, blinking to readjust to the brightness. he feels your movements, your nose brushing against his neck, and he squeezes you to his side, dutifully stroking your head to remind you that you’re safe despite being in a public place because you’re with him. you kiss his cheek to show your appreciation.
you end up harmonizing with his giggles when you do decide to join him, nearly tearing up at the sight of a cat riding a motorcycle toy on the screen. a little while later, your fascination is then stolen by fiddling with his tattooed hand — tracing the veins, the lines, the tattoos; pressing the faded heart like it’s a button connected to the beating one in his ribcage; grazing the rough areas of his palm calloused by lifting heavy weights.
and as you do so, you mull over the house by the sea you’re saving up for. how much longer will it take? should you check out more locations? do you tell jungkook? that it’s your back-up plan, a place where no one knows your name, just like how this city once was. it’s where you would run to, where you would build a new life if the time comes that this one falls apart, too. if not, if not, if not, would it be so bad to wake up beside you with an ocean view when he’s sixty?
fuck, you don’t know anymore. it shouldn’t be this hard— not anticipating the worst, but still being prepared for it. you despise being an adult.
you do it absentmindedly, taking off one of your silver rings and slipping it into each of his fingers to see where it would fit best… he knows you’re only entertaining yourself, but feeling it in his ring finger still puts a lump in his throat.
“are you proposing to me?”
“this is your right hand, silly.” you tease your stunned boyfriend, sticking your tongue out. “if you want me, come and get me.”
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jasmine
pairing: non idol jongseob x fem!reader
genre: fluff
a saccharine summer evening spent at your favorite nail parlor is so much sweeter when you’re accompanied by a boy made out of star-shaped tangerines 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
tags: established relationship, reader is slightly anxious, the sweetest boyfie seob, reader is sooo girly, slightly suggestive if you squint, jongseob thinks ur the prettiest girl in the world, usage of petnames (baby, princess, etc..), yall are so in love it’s sick, no smut in this but mdni pls
a/n: haiii everyone ^_^ so i haven’t written self inserts in years but i desperately crave more jongseob fics (as u can see from my last post lol) sooooo here i am!! this is very self indulgent but if i like how this goes i mighttttt start taking piwon requests :p please be kind as i haven’t written in a veryyyy long time… anyways enjoy 𓇼⋆｡˚
listening to: jasmine - dpr live ♪
“they have to soak off my previous set before they get started so you really don’t have to stay with me here if you don’t want to seob.. it’s gonna be 2 hours at least.”
you shyly inform him as you begin to retrieve your phone from your back pocket to search for your appointment confirmation email as the pair of you come to a gentle halt in front of the entrance of your favorite nail salon. you pause before entering, turning to face towards him as the salty breeze of the nearby boardwalk cards through jongseob’s copper colored hair, a sight that makes you swoon. “you sure you won’t be bored?” you ask shyly, and jongseob gives you a toothy grin in return, eyes crinkling softly as he tilts his head towards the sliding doors of the salon, a sweet and silent reply to your hesitance that speaks, “i’m never bored when i’m with you”. he slowly lifts his hand to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear and kisses your cheek, all whilst interlacing his fingers with your slightly smaller ones as you both make your way into the salon.
you somehow find yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with him.
it’s been just short of a year since kim jongseob first approached you, fidgeting with the fabric of his favorite hoodie and swaying back and forth on his heels to ease his nerves as he asked you for your number. the sweet boy expected for you to kindly let him down (partly because you had never spoken to him a day in your life, and partly because of the gorillaz logo on his apparel), but to his astonishment, you simply punched your number into his keypad, and one text reading: “hi :)” led to a plethora of late night conversations, hushed giggles shared in his bedroom, and coffee flavored kisses in the mornings (much to his roomates’ dismay).
he’s wearing that same hoodie this evening too.
the domesticity of your blooming relationship is new, but never unwelcome, so it didn’t surprise you when he asked to accompany you when you were cuddled up with him a few nights ago, haphazardly mentioning that you were planning to get a new set of acrylics soon. seob had been paying for your previous sets despite your constant disapproval, but this was his first time going with you to a booking, and it felt oddly intimate, like you were starting to enter a more serious stage of your relationship.
jongseob’s reassurance allows you to let go of your irrational fear of him dying of boredom during your appointment, and with that, you two carry onto your seven o’clock session.
“girl, that’s your man? that’s the one you were telling me about?”
are the first words that leave your nail tech’s lips as as you settle down into her usual station, setting your purse to the side, straightening your jean skirt, and adjusting your bra strap as you question the surprise written all over her face. you had spent countless of sessions with her discussing your relationship with jongseob, her even being there for the details of your distant crush on him prior to you being asked out. always the persistent type, she had been practically begging for you to bring him around these last few appointments, mentioning something about “taking a good look” at the boy who had swiftly stolen your heart.
your tech must have noticed the slight blush of embarrassment appearing on your cheeks, because she jumped to clarifying her previous statement with, “i don’t mean that in a bad way babe! he’s definitely very attractive, i was just surprised you were so shy in approaching him is all.” at these words you tilted your head a bit, only more confused about the implications of what she was attempting to tell you.
“y/n, he was staring at you the entire time you were checking in like he’d hang the stars and moon for you if you’d ask. he had that dopey lovesick look and everything. he’s obviously smitten, you have literally nothing to worry about.” she relays to you with amusement as she dips your fingertips in acetone.
you let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding in and quietly giggle. “really? okay i’m really glad you said that, he’s been so sweet to pay for all of my sets without me even asking him to and i was just so worried that he’d hate me forever if he got bored sitting here. i think i’m just not used to doing simple chores with him rather than elaborately planned dates” you whisper to her. you then take a peek at your boyfriend’s comfortable form lounging on one of the hot pink seats of the salon, his nintendo switch clad in one hand, and his cheek pressing against the other. you notice he only has his left airpod in, just in case you needed to call for him. your heart melts at the sight, and you finally turn your full attention back to your tech, now removing your old set of nails.
as you wait patiently in your chair you begin to lightly sway your head to the song playing on a distant salon speaker, one that your boyfriend coincidentally has on repeat each time your with him nowadays. “it’s called jasmine, it reminds me of you.” is what you remember him telling you one morning, when you woke up for the first time in his bed, wired headphones connecting you both as the dpr live track overtook the cozy atmosphere.
every now and then you and seob glance at each other from across the salon, to which you both begin breaking out into big smiles and rosy cheeks. your nail technician carries on with replicating the reference nails you showed her to a T, but not without silently noting the heart eyes you and jongseob shoot at each other everytime your eyes happen to lock. this time, he mischievously motions for you to glance at your phone, a quiet “ding!” from your cell grasping both you and your tech’s attention.
[seobie ᥫ᭡]: you look so pretty right now baby, i’m so excited to feel your nails in my hair later lol
[seobie ᥫ᭡]: and maybe scratching my back too ;)
[seobie ᥫ᭡]: omg that was so embarrassing im so sorry please look away plead im so bad at this fuck
you look away from your screen embarrassingly fast, flustered and avoiding any eye contact with both your loser boyfriend (who is wallowing in his own embarrassment) and the woman now raising her eyebrows in front of you as she waits for your nails to cure under the uv lamp.
she is so making fun of you for that next time.
“andddd we’re done! just go wash your hands and your boyfriend can pay at the desk. he looks like he’s gonna flip if he isn’t holding you in some way in the next two minutes and i really don’t need to witness that.” she exclaims, not without exaggeratedly rolling her eyes and shaking her head.
you begin to fully assess your fresh new set of acrylics, now topped off with a sparkly clear coat. your nail tech even added some oil to your cuticles to try and make up for months of self-inflicted damage. after a minute of observing, you hum in approval, deducing happily that your boyfriend is going to love the colors you chose: tangerine with hints of cherry red to subtly match with his hair.
“perfect, just like always. thank you so much!” you say while handing her a generous tip, to which she holds out her hand in refusal and shakes her head. “no tip today, just go spend some time with him, i’m so happy for you y/n, seriously.” she replies kindly. you give her a hug to say thanks and tuck the cash back into your purse, turning and making your way towards the chair your boyfriend is currently occupying as he watches you with a warm smile, hands crossed in front of his chest as he holds back a laugh.
“what’s so funny?” you question as you approach him slowly.
“i called her beforehand and sent her a tip for you, i knew you were gonna try to pay somehow.” he giggles as he stands up. you scoff, but deep down you know you should have known he would outsmart you like this.
“i can’t believe you! i’ve told you a hundred times before that i don’t want you to spend your money on me!” you try to reason with him, to which he cuts your frustration off with a simple “who’s going to take care of you then, princess? now show me your nails!” he says as he hovers his hands in front of him, a signal for you to follow suit so he can observe the result of the previous two hours of work.
you decide to drop the subject for now and let excitement take over once again at his request, bouncing up and down whilst placing your hands atop of his palms, not allowing him to speak before you explain that “they match your hair, see? i asked her to do orange and red ombre!! and i know you love stars so i also asked her to add little golden star studs on my pinky nails! what do you think babe?” you half squeal out at him, clearly awaiting his approval.
“you did this for me?” he asks.
you deflate a little, dreading the small chance that your next words will result in an underwhleming reaction from him. “well yeah, sorry if it’s weird, i just wanted to do something nice since you offered to accompany me even though you would just be sitting in your chair for two hou—” he cuts off your anxious rambling with a strong kiss to your lips, followed by both of his palms covering the sides of your face to pull you impossibly closer. you gasp from the sudden movement, and just as you close your eyes to reciprocate, your boyfriend pulls back to show you the prettiest smile you have ever seen on his face.
“i guess you like them.” you sheepishly respond, holding back a smile equally as large.
he just replies by peppering your tanned skin with tangerine flavored kisses, each peck accompanied with the words “i love you, i love you so much”.
you and jongseob finally step out of the salon hand in hand, the cool air blowing onto your faces as you squeeze your interlocked fingers. jongseob presses on the pedestrian call button with one hand as you both anticipate the streetlamp to shift to green. you fill the comfortable silence with giggles and the occasional kiss to the cheek the entire commute to the subway, uncaring of prolonged glances from onlookers. words are only spoken an hour later when you’ve finally enter the warmth of his (and practically your) bedroom. jongseob turns towards you this time, clearly not as timid as he was hours before, smirking while pronouncing,
“in case you were still wondering, that offer from my text earlier still stands…”
it’s your turn to roll your eyes and shut him up, tugging him roughly towards you with the front of his stupid hoodie as your mouths connect with an urgency you’ve never felt before, the pair of you hurriedly falling on top of his bed as your nails make contact with his scalp.
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in the quiet of the night, considered by some as early hours of the morning, jongseob holds your bare frame tightly against his own as he strokes his hand along your freckled back. your warm breaths tuck into the small crevices of his chest as your tangerine tinted nails draw hearts lightly into his skin, and with that, the two of you gradually lull into a peaceful slumber, but not before you look up at him and whisper,
“i did it for you.”
a/n: mwahahahahahahahaha it’s finally out.. thank u for being patient!! it was honestly so motivating to see that despite the fact that so many people had never read my writing before, their love for jongseob made them crave this fic soooo much LMFAOO we all are so down bad for this man it’s a bit insane. anyways like i said i haven’t written for years so this was short and a little choppy but i tried my best and hopefully i’ll get better with time ^_^ anyways i’ll be finishing up my next fic soon and then i’ll start working on requests!! thank u for reading, it means a lot to me <3
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love novels.
pairing : non idol! jungwon + librarian!reader . genre : fluff . cw : none ! let me know if i should add smt . wc : 2.6k not proofread
— synopsis : who said that you can't live those things you always read in your romance novels ?
— note : long ass hiatus damn ... sorry for being so inactive babies but i've been pretty busy with uni and resting too ngl but i promise i'll repay u🤞🏻 <3 n e wayyys here u have a lil woni one shot :D hope u guys enjoy it! all kinds of feedback and reposts are always appreciated as u know 🤲🏻⭐
This new semester you decided on working for your college's library. You loved reading and you go there pretty frequently so you thought that this was the perfect job for you and you can also have some extra credits
The first days there you notice a particular student entering the library at the same time every day, five o'clock to be precise. At firts you didn't pay much attention to him, he was like every other students after all.
But as the time passes by you find yourself looking for him every afternoon, hoping to see him again at the same time.
He was pretty - a pretty handsome guy to be fair - so it was obvious that he would eventually catch your attention. He also has a unique and calm aura, making him more interesting to you.
This is how we ended up in this exact day. The day was pretty boring, not many people entered the library and you spent most of your shift seating behind the desk and organizing the shelfs.
The sound of the door opening caught you attention. It was him, the boy with pretty eyes. Looking at the clock you smiled, five o'clock, right on time.
He, as usual, when straight up to the 'romance novel' shelft. You wanted to talk to him so bad, but how he will react if you just approached him out of the blue ?. So, when you saw him grabbing one of your favorite books you knew you couldn't let this opportunity slide away.
— 'That's one of my favorites books' you said, standing behind his back. He turned around as soon as he heard your voice, smiling at you. He was tall, his frame almost towering you, and he was even prettier up close.
— 'Really? i didn't know that you were into this type of books' actually he knew it perfectly, he saw the same exact book on you desk the other day that's why he choose it.
You didn't notice but since the first time he entered the library he was enchanted by you. Images of you behind your desk with your glasses on and you hair up in a messy bun keep repeating on his mind since that day, he then started frequenting your workplace more.
— 'I actually love romance novels but this one is amazing really, the characters are so well written that you empathize a lot with them and the plot is like strangers to loves and-' you looked at him for the first time and you were shocked to say the least when you found him looking directly at you, totally hypnotized while listening to you. — 'I talk too much don't i?' you look at you feets trying to avoid his gaze.
Jungwon giggled, putting on of his hand under your chin and lifting your face until your eyes met again. You almost melt under his touch. — 'Not at all, i love hearing you talk' he said almost whispering, you didn't realize how closr both of you eere until he backed up a bit.
He handled you the book — 'Sadly I have to go now i have some things to do but i will come back to rent this book okey?'. You nodded, you were completely out of words and your heart was beating fastly. — 'See you around pretty librarian'.
Then he made his way towards the door and, before closing it, he gave your the sweetest smile ever showing his pretty dimple.
You stood there with the book in your hands. When you were about to put it back on the shelf you saw a piece of paper sticking out tje side.
You picked it up and opened it. You put your back against the shelf and slid down until you were sitting on the floor smiling at the note.
i've always wanted to talk to you so, if you want too, text me :)
+ xxx xx xx xx
pd. you are really pretty btw <3
att. jungwon
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Eyes on You
Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader
Request: "* hi babe, can I request:
daryl x female reader, where she is about eight months pregnant where they are both laying on their bed, she's already tired and with some contractions.. and daryl is the sweetest man and treats her like his queen? giving her all her cravings, kisses, hugs, caresses, absolutely everything! sorry for my bad English, i'm still learning 🙂🥺
thank u my love 💓" - Requested by a nonny! 😄
Summary: Daryl doesn't leave your side, when you feel not very well at eight months pregnant.
Warnings: fluff, pregnancy things
Set in the beginning of season 9!
Word Count: 1,5k
a/n: This request is sooo cute! 🥰 Thank you, nonny! 🧡
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"'M not goin' to help at the bridge today." Daryl stated, biting the inside of his lip. "Y/N ain't feelin' that good today. Gotta be there for 'er and don't wanna leave 'er alone. 'Specially not now." The archer's best friend nodded, occupied with saddling his horse. "'Course, Daryl. Make sure she's feelin' better." Rick said, then turned to face him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You can stay with her for as long as you need. We will manage without you. You've got way more important things goin' on here, than at the bridge." Daryl nodded. "Thanks, man." "No need to thank me. This is your wife - your family." Rick started, mounting his horse, "Now off with you." and gave the man a smile, before he gently nudged the horse's sides, riding down the street and towards the gates of Alexandria.
Daryl made his way quickly back towards his and your house, not wanting to leave you alone for long. Stepping through the main door, he immediately called out for you, while taking off his heavy boots. "Y/N?" He received no answer, so he made his way down the hallway and turned left, stepping quietly into the bedroom. When his gaze met your sleeping form, he started to smile softly. Right where I left 'er, Daryl thought. He tiptoed over to you and pulled the blanket back over your body, making sure it covered you entirely - not that you'd start to freeze. A wave of pure love and happiness rolled over him, when his hands brushed your clearly visible baby bump. Well, at eight months pregnant, there was nothing left to imagine. Daryl's smile even widened and he couldn't stop himself from resting a hand on top of your big bump. Feeling the life underneath his palm he and you created never failed to amaze him. Quite a few years ago, he had nothing but a broken home - and suddenly he had everything. All he ever needed. When he met you - right at the start of the world's downfall, it was like finding the missing puzzle piece. You made his life complete; were the most important person for him - and now you gifted him the most wonderful gift a life could offer. A child. Of course, was the man utterly anxious and nervous about this; not wanting to became a horrible father like his father was, but you reassured him; told him that he wasn't even able to become just like his old man. He was still nervous - but way less than at the beginning of your pregnancy. Although, his anxiety started to increase so slowly once again, due to the fact that you were not far away from giving birth. He would never not worry about you or about his kid.
Breathing out deeply, the archer leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead - not to wake you, before he left the bedroom again, letting you sleep. You definitely needed the rest. Especially today. You were tired, felt worn out and had immense back pain. This, combined with Braxton Hicks contractions was no fun at all.
Daryl went into the kitchen, deciding to make you something to eat. He knew that when you woke up again, you'd be hungry for sure. The archer maybe wasn't a starred chef, but he was definitely able to make you the meal you were craving the most since last month... Porridge - or well, a simple, fast and not super fancy version of it. You called it 'Daryl's version'; Daryl called it 'simple cooking'. Heating up milk with oats until the things were boiling wasn't exactly difficult. Bless Maggie for the cow she gifted Alexandria. After the deed was done, he put the porridge in a small bowl, ready for you to eat. Just when he was about to cut a few fresh strawberries - much needed vitamins - for you to eat alongside the porridge, he heard the familiar sound of the comfortable house slippers he got for you on a run, approaching the kitchen. "Daryl?" Your frame appeared in the doorway, still looking a bit sleepy. One hand of yours was resting underneath your protruding stomach; the other was steadying your lower back. The man quickly turned to face you, a smile on his face. "Hey, sunshine. Ya awake again already?" A yawn escaped your lips, as you nodded. "Uh.Huh." Daryl bridged the short distance between you and him; came to stand in front of you. "You should go, lay down again. Ain't good fer ya to run around. Ya know what Siddiq said." He said in a gentle, caring voice, placing both his palms on the sides of your belly and placed a lingering kiss on your forehead. You smiled tiredly at the affection your husband was showing. You loved those small gestures, touches and kisses. "I know, baby, and I promise you that I am going to rest again, but I smelt you cooking something my tummy would like to eat..." Daryl couldn't help himself but to snort out a laugh at your words. "'Course you'd notice me, cookin' porridge for ya." You just shrugged your shoulders, smiling. "Pregnancy seemed to heighten my sense of smell." "Seems so, yeah... Got a better scent than a dog by now, smellin' from miles away, when someone's cookin' porridge." "Hey!" You slapped his shoulder playfully, giggling. "Wha'? It's true, innit?" The man replied with a boyish smile. "Yes, it is." You said, sighing dramatically.
"C'mon, off back to bed with ya now." He nodded towards the door. You pouted. "But my porridge..." Daryl rolled his eyes, but smiled. "Ain't goin' to run away. Lemme throw a few strawberries on top of it and then I'm goin' to bring it to ya, yeah?" Your eyes lightened up. "Breakfast in bed?" "If ya want to call it that..." You smiled and wrapped your arms around his broad frame, before interlocking your lips with his for a sweet kiss. "You're the best."
After Daryl had finally made it to send you back into bed, he finished your porridge and carried it into the bedroom, for you to eat. "There ya go, sunshine." You digged immediately into your latest craving, munching on the milk-oats mix with delight. "Mmmh." You hummed, taking another spoonful. "Thanks, baby, you're the best. Nobody makes porridge as good as you do." Daryl scoffed, "Ain't that difficult to make porridge." but smiled softly; clearly flattered by your compliment. He watched you eat, made sure you ate enough. After all, you had to feed the baby as well...
When you were finished, Daryl cleaned up everything again for you. "Anythin' else my woman needs?" You shook your head, smiling and reaching out your arms. "Just you." "Ya sure?" "Mhm. C'mere. Lay with me, please." Who was he to deny his pregnant wife this request? Daryl stripped off his angel-winged vest and laid down beside you. You immediately snuggled close to him - as close as the baby allowed it, resting your head on his chest. Daryl slung his arm around you and placed his palm on your belly, gently caressing the clothed skin. He was the happiest man on this planet right now, having everything he never thought he would have right here in his arms. "You comfortable?" You nodded against his shoulder, "Perfect." already dozing off. Being pregnant clearly took its toll on you. After all, your body worked flat out. Especially now, mere weeks before the birth.
Just when you were about to enter the dreamland once again, a sharp pain sizzled through your lower abdomen, causing you to hiss. You grimaced, hands cupping the underside of your bump. Daryl noticed it instantly, of course. His body stiffened, as worry and fear took over his system. "Y/N, what's wrong?" He turned on his side to face you; frantic blue eyes met your Y/E/C ones. You breathed through the pain - just like Siddiq told you. "'S okay, baby. Just Braxton Hicks contractions, is all." "Ya sure? Do you want me to get Siddiq?" You nodded. "Yes and no. I'm okay. Please, don't worry. " The archer was still looking at you, now shaking his head. "Impossible. Ain't no way 'm not worried. I always am. 'Specially now, knowin' you're about to give birth in a few weeks..." A soft smile graced your lips at his sweet behaviour. He was so protective and caring - you absolutely loved him for that. You placed both your hands on his chest, rubbing your palms up and down in order to reassure him. "I know, but we're fine, I promise. Kiddo just wants to prepare me for their appearance." Daryl scoffed, but started to smile. "Our kid is scarin' the shit outta me with this. Gives me almost a heart attack every damn time, letting me think you're goin' into labor..." You giggled. "Gods, I love you so much, Daryl Dixon." Another scoff. "I love ya too, sunshine - and this lil' asskicker in there as well." Your heart almost bursted out of love at his words - and you couldn't help yourself from pulling your man again in a sweet, loving kiss. The first of countless more.
#daryl dixon x you#daryl dixon x y/n#daryl dixon x reader#daryl dixon x female reader#daryl dixon#daryl dixion imagine#daryl imagines#twd daryl#daryl x y/n#twd
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congrats on 4k!! you’ve quickly become one of my fav writers. i always go back to you when i want something to read especially all you’re shy!readers! i’m shy and anxious as well and the way you write it is very relatable <3
may i request eddie or steve (your choice) with “do you trust me?” “yes”?
thank you baby! you’re too sweet omg. I changed the dialogue up just a tiny bit but the idea is the same! I love u and thank u for the ask x
shy!fem!reader join the celebration!
You’re nervous. Steve can tell, not because you’re being loud about it, because you never are about anything, but because you’re the quietest you’ve been since your first date with him. A first date which, although Steve thought he’d blown it the moment he’d called you pretty and you wouldn’t look him in the eye for five whole minutes, turned into you being Steve’s very new girlfriend.
He watches you pick at your nails, a frown pulling at your pretty lips. He knows exactly why you’re nervous, even though he’s not an expert at reading you just yet. It’s not rocket science — anyone would be nervous for a job interview. Unfortunately, you get nerves in unfair and extremely large dosages compared to everyone else.
Steve shuffles closer to you on the hood of his car where you’re both situated, his thigh almost touching yours. “Y/N?”
You must hear him because you stop picking at your nails, but you show no other sign of acknowledging him. Steve knows you’re not being rude, ‘cos when are you ever? You’re the sweetest girl he’s ever met. Sweetest and shyest. Hence the silence.
“Hey, look at me?” He asks gently, sliding a hand in between yours and taking your much smaller hand in his. He squeezes it for good measure. “Wanna talk to ya.”
You squeeze his hand back, albeit much less confidently, but it still makes Steve’s heart race. He’s new to your affections, shy but sweet and totally endearing. Every time you do something like this he ends up liking you even more, which is saying something.
Steve waits for you to look at him. When you do it’s like all the air’s been knocked out his chest. You’re so pretty it hurts, and even worse, you don’t even know it.
“You look really pretty today,” he says without really meaning to — he sometimes (always) forgets to hold his tongue around you. It becomes a problem when he starts dishing out compliments and you get all flustered from them. Speaking of flustered, you go all shy and blink at him adorably as if he’s the sun.
“Steve,” you say, almost exasperated.
Steve really likes how you say his name. It shows in his smile. “What? It’s true.”
You duck your head and cover your eyes with your free hand. “Stop,” you murmur, but you sound like you’re smiling.
Steve laughs. You’re the cutest. He’s called you pretty and you’re acting like he just hung the moon for you. He’d hate to see your reaction when he really gets going.
“I’m sorry,” he says, still grinning like a madman, pulling at your wrist gently to get you to uncover your face. “Hey, come out, I still wanna talk.”
You oblige, letting him unmask you till you’re flushed and smiling in the late afternoon sun. He pulls both your hands into his lap with no intention of letting them go.
“I know you’re feeling nervous about the interview,” he says slowly. “And I know nothing I can say will really help, but I promise you it’s gonna be okay.”
Steve waits for you to say something. When you do, you’re frowning. “You don’t know that, Steve. I’m probably gonna get all awkward and mess it up.”
Steve tuts at you, his thumb finding a stretch of skin on your hand that he can rub circles into. “You won’t. You won’t mess it up, hun, I promise. I’m gonna be there the whole time, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you repeat back softly. Your eyes follow Steve’s hands as he pulls one of your hands to his lips, his mouth to your skin. A whisper of a kiss. You go hot under his affections.
He drops your hand lest you explode into a million pieces. “I can even whisper all your lines to you to help you remember,” he suggests, half joking and half not.
“Steve,” you mumble, embarrassed now. You steal your hand back to pick at the rip in your jeans, a tangle of frayed threads just above your knee.
Steve laughs and is delighted when a smile works it’s way onto your lips. “Okay, maybe I won’t do that. But I will be there if you need anything at all, okay? You do trust me, right?”
You smile for real then, a staggering smile that makes Steve want to kiss you silly and then some. “Yes. Of course I do, Steve.”
Steve grins, feeling proud of you and in love with you all at once. He’s definitely taking you out for ice cream and a movie after this. No matter how the interview goes.
#★ mal writes!#⟡ 4k celebration!#steve harrington#steve harrington blurbs#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington x you#steve harrington au#steve harrington headcanons#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington x reader fluff#steve harrington fic#steve harrington drabble#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington oneshot#stevesmixtape!
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some of the people who have made my year worthwhile both rp-wise and otherwise ♥
@okoden another year passes of us knowing each other and it's been as wonderful as the last ten uwu writing with you is always so much fun and rewarding because it gives me 1.) such a high standard to strive to meet 2.) freedom and comfort to write without worry and 3.) a fun and interesting dynamic with julian and whomever i write against him with. i love u to the moon and back and i hope we get to write just as much ( maybe more owo ) in the new year!
@theolderhenderson TIN my aNGEL I love u sm and there aren’t enough memes in the world to express how grateful I am to have met you. Even though I’m v bad at maintaining communications, we def need more movie nights and games to bug jay in
@horrorbites MIMI MY LOVE MY LIGHT i will follow you to the ends of the earth. you deserve all the happiness in the world and i hope the new year is kind to you!! i will continue to bug you and all your muses with maren for the rest of eternity ily
@holyfailed MEL MY BB I’ve only known you for a short time but I love u to pieces. All of your muses are wonderful or wonderfully terrible and I always get happy to see you online. after all who else could make a ship with such a dedicated fanbase? :eyes:
@havvkinsqueen TORI MY BELOVED you are such a wonderful breath of fresh air in the rpc and I hope you never ever doubt your talents and sheer ability to make people smile! we don’t write as much as I wish but you are always a joy to see on my dash and I love you to pieces
@everyoneismytoy babie! you’re one of the sweetest people on this website and you deserve the world. your passion for your characters is always inspiring to me and I love being able to peek inside Felix’s head through your writing 🖤
@zoomingupthathill I’m always so ashamed that I never reach out to you as much as I should and that we don’t write as much as I would love to (mostly because of the former 👉🏻😎👉🏻) but just know that I adore you!! every interaction I’ve ever had with you has been a delight and seeing you and max on my feed is always a bright spot for my day
@facepeeled my first reaction when you followed me was ELATION!! I even messaged you immediately because I was so excited to write with you and cricket. I think Maren and cricket are such a fun duo with such a strange dynamic and I can’t wait to write more of them in the new year 🖤
@paramcur I hope you didn’t think you’d escape my love barrage so easily!! the jin to my hobi, the seok to my deok, even if we don’t write as often as we used to I still love and appreciate your presence and you deserve the world and more
@langdhon every time I see you on my dash I squeal like a fangirl because your writing is always so top notch and your voice for Michael is so spot on. I love everything we’ve written so far and I hope we get to write even more in the new year!
@devilmass each time I see you come online I get giddy bc Rodrick is such a fun character that you’ve put so much love into and it shows. I love seeing you and Roddy on my dashboard and Maren loves her weird lil pastor friend
to everyone else!!! i love you as well!! if youre reading this you are appreciated and loved and i hope we get to interaction in the new year!
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hii angel hru <33 wanted to peep in and tell u i loved ur latest piece (even tho technically u said it was old) so much !! the shades of stone top ellie were delicious and it was so genuine and sweet and hot (thighs pressing at the flashback),, on that same note i was wondering if u had checked my stonebutch!e drabble thingy? :o in no ways self promoting just curiosity cause id love to hear ur thoughts on it if u did happen to read it !! ure one of my faves so ofc means alot winkwink, as always smmm love for u and ur gorgeous writing mwwha
hi baby pie i am on my way to read it RIGHT NOW !! !! i’m a sucker for that dynamic as a femme4butch myself hehe i’m gonna devour it completely 💕 love u !!!! and thank u for being the sweetest <3
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hii my love i missed you ☹️☹️ i had to take a break from tumblr, twitter, tiktok ANYTHING that would distract me from reaching deadlines and i missed CH so much but just found out you were also taking a break?? that’s so romantic of us oh my goodness LOOL hope your break was a very good one and you feel relaxed and happy <3
i just read the latest update and just so many words. i loved loved loved this emotional scene and it was honestly putting me almost to tears w their whole conversation and i love how you described light at the end of the tunnel of it ☹️
we need to appreciate your writing so much more like YOU DID THAT!! besides the characters that feel very real (even tho ik they’re not) the way you write is just so beautiful and i can tell you use every brain cell for ur written chaps. not just in CH but in all previous SMAUs. your writing, your ideas, your creativity, your kindness is the sole reason i keep coming back for more. we fill you up with love but you will always write pieces that i will always think about.
i don’t know when will be the next time i’m here given i have 2 papers to write 🤣🤣 hope you stay happy and healthy zadie baby <33
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p.s the way i had to search for the grape emoji almost ended me can’t believe it’s been that long since ive talked to u </3
my sweetest, sweetest angel 🥺🥺🤍☀️✨☁️
i've missed having you around so much and am so proudbof you for doing what was necessary and i genuinely hope you receive all the results youve worked so hard for 🥺🤍 we really are twins bc your girl took a FAT break too 🤕
thank you so so so so so much for your genukne and kind words, they actually made me tear up 🥺 you guys never fail to make me feel so loved and appreciated and it's something i genuinely keep so close to my heart and will forever appreciate 🥺🤍
im super happy you've enjoyed the last chapter and hope you have a good time pls take breaks and rests when you need them, youve got this!!! sending you so much love!🥺🤍
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✨🍦:)
Dax 🥹 thank u
✨ Give you and your art a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉 OK FINE twist my arm… I’m actually bad at compliments lmao shockerrrr. But I think my faces tend to be the best parts? I’m such a dumb romantic so I love putting the blorbos in it—happy or sad, I just like trying to show emotions on their faces. Also I’m pretty fucking good at drawing hands 😤
🍦 What's the sweetest image you've created so far? God. Ok so I drew this piece for…the schneek (schnee week) back in idk, 2021? Oh nearly, it was late late 2020. Anyway, it was the schneesters as babies while Willow read them a bedtime story. Obv looking at it now I’m like wow I could totally redraw this better, from a technical standpoint, but also 🥹 babies, you know?
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"stardustlixie is chocolate chip cookies (extra chocolate chips) because baking them gives me a break from the real world just like i’s and nyx’s interactions make me feel (and THEYRE SO SWEET JUST LIKE THEM)"
angel when I tell you I was having a real bad week and this made such a difference in my mood because it's sooooo sweet (and I absolutely love me extra chocolate chip cookies, they're literally my favourite dessert 😭)
babie I'm gonna fucking cry and I don't usually cry cuz wtf that's so sweet 😭
if you were something food related you'd be that north indian spicy vermicelli dish my grandma makes me cuz it's such a comfort food for me it literally calms my mind and gives my neurodivergent senses a much needed break from the world around me (just like interacting with you and your fics does 😭)
(and I will read the changbin fic after I get through this shitty exam week I promise, it's been fucking me up, I'll read it with piece of mind, yeah?)
i will be free after 13/3 so yayyy!
-nyx
EEEEEE IM SO HAPPY IT CHEERED YOU UP!!!! i meant every word 🥹🥹 anddd stop 1)that sounds so delicious and 2)i’m so honored u associate me with such comfort food you’re the sweetest 😭😭😭I LOVE YOUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#i think you are free now#i hooe your exams went wellll and that you are resting well 😚❣️#sahar's.asks <3#stardustlixie
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Hiiii. I absolutely LOVE your writing style and characterization. You're the first fanfic blog I've ever turned post notifications on for because I absolutely do NOT want to miss a single piece of writing from you. I've read all your works and Crybaby series has to be my favourite. Any updates on it?
I hope you're doing good and that you're happy and healthy wherever you are! 💕💞💓
ur going to make me cry this is the sweetest thing every :[ the fact that u mentioned characterization bc that is like the one thing i pride myself in :3 also love crybaby, that fic is MY baby c: unfortunately i've been swamped w school and work so i haven't had the time to write a lot or make much progress on the final installment of the series, however i AM working on a hao fic that will hopefully come out this month, and then after that crybaby pt3 will be written! hoping to make it a little bit holiday themed too, so hope ur excited ^^
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4 ☆ Town Wakes Up Next to You ! ! Part 2
Disclamer: Jesse's children in this fanfic are twins and are both boys, Johnne and Jorden. Johnee is green and Jorden is orange.
Jesse
Today was a good day for you, Jesse, and his kids! All four of you would spend the entire day together, going out to eat, playing in the park, and spending time at home. Though today wasn't as easy you'd thought it'd be.
Jesse's twins aren't the easiest in the world. You remember him saying "My children are angels, I promise :3." Now don't get me wrong, they're some of the sweetest boys u would ever meet. You'd make googoo eyes every time you saw them. ♡ They were just a little too energetic. I mean they were kids, of course they would be energetic. But it was like every time they saw you, they couldn't help but get excited. They just love you so much!! TwT
It was 5pm. You, Jesse, and the twins were playing cops and robbers in the living room. "FWEEZE!!" says one twin. "LET THE HOSTAGE GO, ROBBEWS!" Jesse replies in a rough but playful voice, "Don't take another step!" you following with the same tone, "You give us the lifetime supply of candy or your Johnne here and everyone in SWEETS INC. (made up candy factory) gets it!!" The twins both silently laugh, trying not to break character. The captive brother yells, "Just give them what they want JOWDEN!!" he didn't know what to do, save his one and only brother from execution, or save the candy enjoyed by the beloved citizens (stuffed animals)...He made a decision. "Fine...I'll give you what you want."
He threw the plastic keys over to you and his dad. Jesse grabbed the keys, opening the toy chest filled with many pieces of candy inside. He looked inside the chest, then saying with a satisfying smile, "Yep. This is the good stuff." The tiny giggling child then says, "Now give me my brothew back!" .....you and Jesse grinned in a sinister manner. "HAHAHAHA! You fell right into our trap!" you exclaim. Jesse follows with, "Say goodbye to your brother, Jorden." "NOOOOOO!!" ,Jorden yells with laughter on the side. You and Jesse attack Johnne with the most powerful tickels the twins could ever imagine. As Johnne was laughing to his little heart's content, Jorden joined the tickle fight, with tickles to your necks. Out of surprise, you both let go of the hysterical baby boy. Jorden then grabs his brother running away from the robbers. Jesse almost immediately gets up chasing after them. Laughing, he says "Get back here! We're not through with you yet!" You then follow him.
As Jesse's running, he steps on a toy car and falls backwards, landing on his back. "AGH!!!" He winces in pain. Everyone else immediately stops to focus on him. The twins both yell in worry, "DADDY!!" You then follow with, "Oh my gosh!" All three of you circled Jesse in panic checking to see if he was ok. "Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry." He says, giving a strained laugh. You sigh in HUGE relief as the twins hugged him. You ask Jesse "Can you stand up?" "Of course I can. Just let me- OW. Ow. ow." He tries to stand up, but ends up back on the floor due to his back. He plants his head on the floor in defeat, saying "I guess not. 😑" You knew that he wouldn't be able to move around, considering his back really hurting. Apart of you wanted to take care of your beloved boyfriend, but the other part wanted to play and care for his beloved boys as well. And you knew that since Jesse's in pain, he wouldn't be able to play with his kids either. So you made a decision.
You began to calm down, telling him "Ok. Come on." You help him up, wrapping his left arm around your shoulders. "I'll take you upstairs and let you rest while I stay down here and play with the boys." Jesse looks at you in concern. He asks you "Y/N, are you sure? I can stay down here and-" You cut him off with a kiss to his cheek. He sighs, immediately being reassured, blushing a little as well. "It's fine, I got it. You have nothing to worry about, sweetie." You help him up to his bedroom and lay him down in his king sized bed. You got him under the comforter, following with walking in the bathroom, going in the medicine cabinet searching for the Tylenol. You gave him the pills and a bottle of water. "Now you just relax and I'll take care of Johnne and Jorden." Right when you said their names, the little cuties peeked from behind the door frame. Jorden asked worrying for his father "Is Daddy gonna be okay?" "Yeah" said Johnne. You reassure them "Oh, of course he is. You two have nothing to worry about. But before Daddy takes a nap, how about giving him hugs and kisses?" They shuffled around the bed and to Jesse to give him their love. Jesse replies "Awww thank you guys. Don't worry I'll be better, I promise." They both say simultaneously "Ok.☺️" "Alright boys, let's leave Daddy to sleep while we go play some more." Johnne took your left hand while Jorden took your right and followed you out of the room. You then closed Jesse's door. Jesse already yawning from the softness of his bed, quickly fell asleep.
It was past 10pm. He had woken up on the left side, faced towards the window, still being pretty tired. As he looked outside, he noticed it was dark. He slept quite a bit. As fast as he noticed the darkness outside, he remembered you and the kids. His back was feeling much better, so he could get out of bed. But right when he got on his feet, he stopped, looking at the right side of his bed. At first he was shocked, but then the shock quickly turned into happiness, and relief. Why? Because of you three of course. There were you, Jorden and Johnne laying on his bed safe, sound, and sleeping. As Jesse slept, you played with the boys, watched kids' movies, bathed them, put them in their new Paw Patrol pj's and brushed their teeth. But right when you lead them to their bedroom, they both had asked you "Can we sleep in Daddy's room please?" Looking at their adorable faces, you obviously couldn't resist. So that's what you did. Read them a couple bedtime stories, and here you are, sleeping right with them.
Jesse looked at you with love and pride in his eyes. He then said quietly, "That's my lover." He snuggled back into bed with you three, kissed each and every one of your heads, and fell asleep. But right before then, he yawned, saying,
"This is my family. ♡"
WHEW! Took a damn minute, but I did it. Sorry guys for taking so long. Please accept and appreciate this fanfic of Jesse and his children as my apology 😊😅
HUGS AND KISSES ♡
#4town#turning red#4townie#4town jesse#pixar turning red#4town taeyoung#4town aaron t#4town robaire#4town aaron z#pixar
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Hi I’m here to say Happy Birthday here too.
So Happy Happy birthday to you, a constant source of happiness and laughter and joy and kindness. I am so so happy to know you and be friends with you my love. And I am so happy we get to talk and laugh and joke with each other.
You’re genuinely the sweetest bean, my own little angel, my baby girl, a lil piece of my heart. I love you so very much and there is no one in the world who deserves to have a great birthday more than you. 💖
I love you and I am so very thankful for your existence! Here’s to kore years my baby! 💖💖
Im gonna cry. Im gonna bawl. Im gonna sniffle n snot. I love u so much Marquie 💛💛💛. You just don't understand how much those words mean to me. I am so glad to know you too and I'm glad I can make your days brighter, because you also have made mine. I know people love me, but it is so genuinely nice and deeply comforting to have someone tell me they're thankful for me existing. I love you so so so much and thank you dearly 💜.
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you’re so right hyunjin would 100% write you literally anything you like or would just come up w smth new whenever he felt like it. also would def just give you artwork he made for you 🥲. imagine him giving you little pieces of your fave animal or his fave pic of you guys together </////3 god id be in shambles. also i did not realize malaysia was that hot ?? i couldn’t do it i hateeeeee the heat. but then i also hate the cold. like i’ll literally be going to school in -20C weather where i live😭😭 it’s so awful. so spring and fall are 100% my times of the year like i’m always happiest at those times bc the weather is just normal
so true men are just men. i think we got lucky w our skz’s zodiacs. bc changbin is the only leo man that can exist okay 🙅🏻♀️ he is nothing like these average ass horrible leo men. he’s bias wrecking me so hard lately like he’s literally fighting w hyunjin rn for the spot. i can hear them bickering in the back of my head 😒😒
ALSO RIGHT i can’t help but baby him 💔💔 same w seungmin i just want to squish his cheeks 💔����💔 manifesting seungmo forehead rn 🙏🏼. SO IMPRESSED W THE BOWLING BTW THATS AWESOMEEEE. i hope you had sm fun 😋 i’ll have to try it again soon and lyk. most likely i’ll be shit but it’s worth a try. my day was not the besttttt i’m rly stressed out and have a ton of crap going on but seeing ur response made my day ^_^. i saw it and blushed and squealed not even kidding. ur the sweetest you always put a smile on my face. i hope your day is good today :)) i think it’s like 6 am there rn which is so funny bc i’m about to eat dinner. like it’s cool to think we’re doing our opposite routines at the same time. does that even make sense ?? 😭 this is what i mean w the rambling i’m just 💔 LOL
alsoooooo i’m gonna reply to your other post here too and say i’m so glad you moved on from those pos’s. relationships suck and that’s why i read fanfics like yours to fill the void 🙏🏼. i’m jk i’ve also moved on but im a lover girl at heart so not being in a relationship is legit torture. like i just want to talk to someone and be loved and like go on dates 🙄 KISSES AND HUGS FOR U THO you deserve all of them bae <33
- 🐈⬛ (spammed again omg what is my PROBLEM ?? you bring out the talk in me and most ppl can’t do that <33 i can’t help it ur too kind)
hyun <3 painting u <3 with a fond smile in his face <3 they don’t make men like him anymore!
malaysia IS hot bae. . . it’s located at the equator </3 spring and fall seems so pretty, especially fall!! like dawggg i wanna be jumping on piles of fallen leaves too mane 😔🙏 dress up cute ‘n stuff. i will be showing up everywhere lookin like rory gilmore 💯 everytime i see an autumn grwm i gotta stop myself from kicking and throwing a tantrum cs i don’t live somewhere with the four seasons 🤸♀ -20°C weather is insane i would literally drown myself in boiling water 🧘♀
the thought of changjin bickering IS SO FUNNY like those two istg. . . love how hyunjin rejects every single one of changbin’s affections LMAO i always laugh at them. binnie in the samsung ad got the girlies going CRAZY LIKEEEEE. . .
i get the desire to be loved tbh. likeeee feeling loved is so nice but at the same time i feel like i have no mental span for a relationship anymore 💀 i am so busy during the times i am in campus so having a bf wud probably be disastrous for me.
u need to come bowling with me i Will defeat u 💯 LMFAOOO. or maybe you, too, will find out that ure actually a hidden bowling prodigy. u never know ykyk. also yeah timezones are so odd but it is somewhat painfully endearing. . . ? just two people doing opposite routines but still being able to be friends at the same. isnt that so cute omg. i’m sorry your day was crap my love, here i giv u minho pics to hopefully make ur day today better than yesterday’s!!
mwahmwah sending u my love sweetheart <3
#u bring out the chatty in me too PLS#my head be going brrrr ideas with u#rin's lovemail!#🐈⬛ anon 💌
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hiiii, i’m new here so just a warning this is gonna be a long one 🙃 okay so i just wanted to say I FUCKING LOVE YOU RID!!!! I actually cannot stress it enough i have fallen in love with your writing, your art is so beautiful, and you know what makes it all a 100xs more enjoyable? your kind nature, YOU’RE SO KIND <33 i kinda scrolled through your account a bit after reading a few chapts of cmi and you’re the sweetest lil honey the way you take so much time to respond idk it’s so endearing to me mayn i’m in love w u 🙈.. i have fallen into a trap named rid and i fear you’ll never be rid of me (okah ahhh this is embarrassing, unfortunately my jokes don’t reach level kim seokjin butttt oh wells i tried :)
Anyways now that i’ve given you a lot of my attention (😅) let’s give some to cmi eh?! I’m currently on chapt 3? but first off CMI JK!!!!!! i’m sorry but he’s mine forever i adoreeee him. He’s a silly lil man but he knows when to be serious and he cares for her so much 🥺 right from the beginning girl chap 1 i’m telling you he’s her lovr boy from day 1 no one can change my mind.
And mccccc i acc love herrr, she has the vibes where she’s like ‘ugh i hate you🙄’ whilst her insides are totally squealing overwhelmed with butterflies, pls she’s so me in that sense. My lifestyle isn’t in anyway like hers but somehow someway i manage to relate to her she’s such a comfort to me i can’t explain it :( her inner monologue it’s like she just gets me, the over-thinker in us 🤧 so thanks for bringing her character to life :))
Also, i’d say i’m v good at reading characters, predicting stuff here and there but for the life of me Rid, i cannot read jk. he’s impossible. One minute i think oh he knows he’s in love the next i’m like ??? are his thoughts just as jumbled as hers? He’s just so ?:?/?/?/? Either way they break my heart and manage to piece it all back together in one.
and YOUR SMUT???? oh your smut is oh so delicious! like the ‘jk knitting his brows together and aggressively hmm-ing’ kind of delicious. YES. YES. YES. however.. i’m hoping for dom mc to come out. she was teased the teeniest tiniest bit in chap 3? and now i’m just a tad curious.
Also them talking about percy jackson and me currently reading percy jackson 🤭
AND all the star talk has me WEAK. i LOVE STARS, i love the sky, they’re such romantics, he’s such a romantic, a dreamer, he’s perfect god i’m such a sap
also really random but we have the same mbti Rid :) and then i got curious about who’s your bias bcs i have this thing where i believe you bias who reflects your personality most and we literally have the same biases and bias wrecker 😭taegikook will be the death of me 🙄😩
(okay so bcs i’m anon i stil want you to remember who it is everytime i post feedback so it’s Riaaaa. maybe i’ll add an emoji? 🐈⬛? yeah i’ll go with the 🐈⬛)
thank you for writing i’m excited to read the rest of the chapters i’ll be back with an update hehe and hopefully a better review and less waffling. love yaaa 🫂
- Ria🐈⬛
WELCOME THERE, RIA! please, i love your energy already, it's nice that you weren't too shy to reach out <3 and with a seokjin joke right away? cmon, that's so sweet 😭 i'm so happy you have been enjoying my blog, me AND my stories, like, what more do i want 🥺
YES YES, cmi!jk has my entire heart. i don't think i've ever felt so close to a character i wrote, so he just means a whole lot to me (and hopefully, to cmi readers as well) – he's silly, and he'll get sillier. reading him won't get easier either, and as you'll see, oc is gonna have a hard time doing so, too hahaha buuuut he's adorable and i love him :( same with our overthinking baby, oc :(((
AH YOU LIKE THE SMUT? lmfao i've been having a hard time with it, so it's good go know i'm not entirely failing and you're enjoying it :'D sub jk, yes? we'll see 😌
ahh yes, the star talk. you said you're new here so you're not used to it yet, but i love my stars and the sky (a little too much), so you'll find talk about it every now and then, in most of my fics 😭 honestly, i even tried to lessen that bit in cmi and replace it with flower stuff... there's a lot worse out there in my masterlist :')
your name and the 🐈⬛ emoji are so cute, babe !! drop by anytime 🥺 and i'll be waiting patiently hehehe i'm so happy they're comforting to you, and super excited to hear what you think of the rest 👁 enjoy it and welcome again, lovely 💕
#also infp and taegikook biased? fkn high five bby 😭#much love <33#notes for rid 🌹#ria 🐈⬛#fic: colour me in#long ask
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