#youngjo fluff

[thru-the-grapevine]

[2:33 AM] You wake up when someone slips your mug out of your hands. You stir for a moment, eyelids fluttering.

“I think it’s time for bed,” your favorite voice in the world murmurs.

A smile slowly forms on your lips. “‘M awake,” you say, voice slurry with sleep, stretching your limbs.

“Not awake enough not to spill all your tea.”

You frown, blinking your eyes open slowly. Youngjo is kneeling next to where you’ve curled up on the couch, gently pressing a swath of paper towels into the rug right in front of you.

“Shit,” you say, sitting further upright.

“It’s okay, I’ve already gotten most of it,” he says, smiling up at you for a moment before returning to the rug. “May need to wash the rug tomorrow.”

You slump back again. “Good thing I got the washable one.”

Youngjo nods, and you lift a hand to his head, fingers combing gently through his hair, fingertips scratching softly at his scalp. You smile when he relaxes against the contact.

“Was waiting up for you,” you say, swallowing to try and make your voice sound less drunk.

“I told you you don’t have to do that,” he says, frowning.

You shake your head. “Wanted to. Lonely back there without you.”

Youngjo’s lips twitch, a fond smile crinkling in the corners of his eyes. You watch him fight this smile as you continue to stroke his hair, as he continues to press methodically at the tea in the rug.

“Time is it?” You ask finally.

“Half past two,” he says, gathering the damp paper towels up and rising to his feet.

You suddenly remember. “Hey, I made you a—”

Youngjo lifts a mug you’d left on the coffee table and nods, smiling. “Thanks, drank it. It was still warm when I got here.”

“It’s that heating coaster,” you say, standing and getting your bearings. “Sorry about the tea, I could’ve gotten it.”

“It’s okay, just watch your step so your socks don’t get damp,” he says from the kitchen.

You take care to step around the damp spot and shuffle towards the back hallway, legs not used to being awake and useful.

Youngjo catches up with you and guides you gently by the shoulders, keeping you from stumbling against the wall.

“‘S late,” you mumble as you make it to the room. “Everything go okay?”

“Yeah, not bad,” Youngjo says, squeezing your shoulders and breaking away to dig through the dresser for comfy clothes.

You trudge to the bed and sit down hard, rubbing sleep out of your right eye.

“You can lie down, it’s okay,” Youngjo laughs when you stay sitting up, watching him change.

You shake your head. “Waiting for you.”

“I’m right here,” he says, grinning, and you can tell he knows he won’t change your mind. You shake your head resolutely, and he finishes changing and tossing his clothes in the hamper.

“Hi,” you murmur, smiling big when Youngjo comes over and scoops you into a hug.

He just laughs, muffled against your shoulder, and shuffles you both around to lie down.

“Will you finally go to sleep now, love?” He asks, his fingertips drawing soothing, sleepy circles against your back.

Your eyes are already drooping shut, and you smile sleepily. “Mhm. Comfy. Have you.”

You feel the brief warm, soft pressure of his lips on your forehead. “Good.”

“Love you,” you mumble, needing to say it before you completely drift off.

You feel his lips curl softly against your forehead, feel him relax his arm securely over you.

“Love you, too,” you hear him whisper before sleep claims you once again.

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[airahlyy]

bf hcs !!  --  kim youngjo 

a/n ; this was in the drafts for a while haha.. i started work on this late september and finished it mid october and was really excited to post it until the allegations came out. i contemplated posting since he’s gone now, but ive seen a lot of other blogs continue to be ot6 since he was proven innocent. even though this blog has only begun with actual posts, i want to acknowledge here and now that this blog is ot6! pls dni if you are against that (, i have nothing against ot5 stans however and i completely respect your decision! all i ask for is you to respect mine as well if you choose to stay on my blog).

this headcannon list involves ; non idol au, established relationship w/ ravn, fluff !! 

i see youngjo as the kind of boyfriend who has a busy schedule but always somehow fits in the time for you <3

even if it’s a small candlelit 2-minute noodle dinner with little tea-light candles and paper rose petals, he cant stand being away from you for too long.

he’ll never admit it, but he loves it when you cook for him. not because you’re good at it because you most definitely are not. but its the way you bring the food to him, so proud of yourself for trying something new, and then the adorable look on your face when he points out how badly burnt it is. 

and even if he complains, he loves spending the next hour with you, teaching you how to make it right.

you give him inspiration for his songs! he loves music and he loves you, so it only makes sense or him to combine the two. i definitely see him writing songs just for you :((

the standard!!!! would be the boyfriend to keep a hair tie for you around his wrist after that one time you had forgotten, seeing how it had seemed bothered about it the whole day

he loves it when you lay in his chest. it makes him so happy i cant even describe it sjgnfjgs

when you go shopping i imagine him just holding the bags and standing there with you like🧍until you’re done LMFAO, i feel like he doesn’t question anything you’re buying either because if it makes you happy he’s happy. you could be buying a fucking baby monkey and he would just watch you without saying anything

he always helps you massage anywhere that might feel sore, like after a long day out, he’ll sit down with you, play your favourite movie and massage your shoulders, gently asking you where specifically it hurts so he can make you feel better.

he’s always looking for ways he can help you :((( whether it’s running you a warm bath for you when you have cramps, taking care of your chores for the day when he sees you’re tired, driving you to and from work when he can and ect. he loves you so much and he never wants to see you upset or stressed

he never stops you from wearing what you like. so what if other people stare? you’re so beautiful and he loves that you have the confidence to show it off.

continuing on that though, of he ever sees you uncomfortable by someone staring at you in public, he’ll subtly take you by the shoulders, guiding you to stand in front of him, covering you with his arms

he loves listening to music with you. his earphones are practically not even his anymore and he loves that he gets to share them with you all the time

in conclusion youngjo is the standard all men should be kim youngjo!!!

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[kumo-is-kumo]

thou art my dopamine

ravn/seoho (seojo)

nc17

p0rn-with-plot, romance, fluff, smut, drama teacher youngjo, science teacher seoho

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[the-golden-choice]

can I get a cutsie RAVN imagine with him and his SO cuddling and reading comic books but then they get into a MArvel vs. DC fight???? Please??? <3

✩comic book✩

ravn x reader

words: 705

hey alexa, play “fight club” by lights

✩oneus masterlist✩

Mornings like these were your favorites, ones where you could just easily relax in the comfort of your own, rundown apartment. The living room that was always freezing, no matter what you did to the thermostat, didn’t seem all that bad while you were sitting with Youngjo on the small couch. The two of you were directly across from the tv, but neither of you made an attempt to turn it on. Youngjo had his back against the arm rest, his legs spread lazily along the length of the couch with you sitting right between them. His arms wrapped around your torso in order to hold a small comic in front of the two of you. Together you all flipped through each page, reading the words carefully and studying the colorful illustrations that went along with them.

“Are you done,” he asked quietly. You hummed in response, watching as Youngjo turned the page carefully, not taking any chance in ripping the page. He laughed quietly as the two of you read the page all about Tony Stark and his usual rich guy bullshit. You glanced up at your boyfriend, questioning his sudden reaction. Noticing your eyes on him and not the comic book, he laughed even harder.

You sigh, “What’s so funny?”

“I’m just thinking about how Batman is basically Iron Man,” he answered with a shrug. “They’re both rich superheroes who lost their parents and used their money to build suits that help them fight crime.”

“You know, technically Iron Man would basically be Batman.”

Youngjo rolled his eyes as he set the comic book down on your lap. “It doesn’t matter because Tony Stark's better than Batman.”

You gasped, turning to face your boyfriend. “Don’t you dare insult Bruce Wayne,” you yelled.

“What do you mean,” he questioned. “Literally everything in Marvel is better than DC.”

“No, no, no,” you started, standing up from your sitting position. “DC is and always has been superior.”

Youngjo scoffed, “Just considering the movies, Marvel is superior.”

There was no argument there, Marvel has been showing up DC's movies. That much you could admit. “I’ll agree that marvel has better movies,” you sighed. “DC has been fucked over when it comes to movies, but DC stories are so much better and darker.”

“They’re definitely darker,” he agreed. “But that doesn’t mean they are better.”

“DC’s characters all have interesting backgrounds and they're supposed to be these mystic beings that work for the good of humanity,” you started. You took a deep breath in order to prepare for your rant. “They include a perfect balance between action, tragedy, and comedy. DC started right after the Great Depression, so their entire purpose was to show that when humans work together they can get through hard times. DC’s comics provided a great sense of hope in a dark time.”

Youngjo rolled his eyes as you finished your monologue. Apparently, you felt very strongly about the whole DC vs. Marvel topic. “All of that may be true,” he sighed. “But Marvel focuses on everyday people becoming superheroes, and they cover more of the human aspects of being a hero. That’s why most of their characters don’t have superpowers at first.”

“True,” you accepted, trying to think of a new argument to support your opinion.

“Both are good,” Youngjo stressed, standing up. He moved over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Also true,” you replied, relaxing in his arms.

“Marvel and DC are good in different ways.”

“Yes, and I prefer DC while you prefer Marvel,” you explained. “That’s nothing to argue over,” you stated, walking back to the couch with Youngjo.

“Exactly, nothing to argue over,” he agreed. He pulled you down back onto the couch, returning to the position he was sitting in previously.

You nod for a second, eyeing him as he gets comfortable again. “But,” you start, drawing out the word for an unnecessary length of time. “DC’s better,” you conclude, shooting up from the couch and running out of the room. Youngjo rolled his eyes, laughing lightly at your childish behavior. You didn’t always act this way, but it was the mornings that he spent with you like this that he loved the most.

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[roniscloud]

kyj - sheer

kim youngjo [f. requested, 210 words] sheer

the glow of the early morning sun starts to shine through the sheer curtains hung from your bedroom window. the breeze coming in through the open door to the balcony, allowing a certain coolness to envelop you and the sleeping man still beside you. you watch how peaceful he is, his chest rising and falling with each slow breath he takes. your fingers find purpose pushing his hair away from his frame, then making their way down his soft skin. he opens his eyes and you freeze. 

"good morning, love." the air catches in your throat when you hear the raspy words leave youngjo's mouth. his hands come up to hold your face and you finally let go of the breath you've been holding. 

"good morning..."

"let's just stay like this. the bed's comfy and you're warm. i could wake up to this everyday." 

you giggle at the sentiment. “we have errands to run, though. you know that. you’re telling me that you’d rather stay in bed all day, instead of going to get groceries?”

“fine… we can get groceries. but right after that, we go back to cuddling.”

“deal.”

that's exactly how the two of you spend the rest of your sunday morning: wrapped up in each others' arms.

originally written: 19 november 2020

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[seoulwhat]

My Book (#15)

Summary: One person has been on the waiting list to check out a library book for months. The other person has the long overdue book. The two coincidentally meet one day at the library. Pairings: Ravn x reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: none Word Count: 1.9k

“It’s been months! When will they return the book?” You asked, ears turning red from anger.

“I don’t know. That isn’t something I can surely tell you,” the librarian behind the counter told you.

“Can you at least tell me the name of the person that has the book? Maybe I can find them and convince them to return the book,” you said with a fake smile.

The librarian shook her head. “Sorry, that is not information we can share with our customers.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes. You weren’t upset with the librarian. She has told you the same information for the past few months about the book you desperately wanted to check out. You were the first on the waitlist but that did no good when the current owner didn’t want to return the book. It was the last book in the crime series you had been reading. It was from an author that wasn’t well known so there was only one copy of that book. You had been reading other books in the meantime, but you grew tired of waiting.

You weren’t sure how much longer you would have to wait, and you even considered buying the $60 book. It was a crazy price for an indie author, but it was such a good story, you were almost willing to spend the money. But you weren’t that desperate.

You walked through the aisles of books, looking for your next story to indulge in. You weren’t a huge fan of crime, but you had exceptions. You were a huge hopeless romantic, living vicariously through stories, but it was just that one crime series that really had you by the neck.

As you scanned the shelves, you saw a book on the top shelf that caught your eye. Being so short, you huffed in annoyance as you looked nearby for the nearest step stool. You placed it on the ground and reached up for the book. As you were about the grab the spine of the book, a large hand came from nowhere and grabbed it before you.

“Hey! I was going to get that!” You looked at the man that grabbed the book. He was slightly taller than you as you stood standing on the step stool.

The man smirked and then whispered. “We’re in a library.”

Your jaw dropped in awe. You couldn’t believe he was trying to play this off as if you weren’t mere centimeters away from grabbing the book. You got off the step stool and crossed your arms over your chest.

“I was getting that book. Why did you grab it when you clearly saw me reaching for it?” you asked, blatantly annoyed.

“Isn’t there a saying that if you touch something first then it’s yours?” The man said with one eyebrow up.

“Yeah, it’s called Finders Keepers!” you said in a rushed tone as you grabbed the book from the man’s hands and ran across the library. You could hear loud footsteps right behind you as you ran and tried to make it seem not so obvious that you were running in the library.

You ran down a dark aisle of books, completely secluded from the rest of the library. You squatted down and tried to be as small as possible to hide from the man that wanted your book.

“I’m going to find you,” the man whispered in a sing song. “I came here specifically for that book!”

You held your breath as you seen the man walk back and forth between the aisles that you were hiding in. After a few minutes, you no longer saw him. You stood up slowly, and stuck your head out, looking both ways to make sure the coast was clear. As you saw no one, you walked right out and bumped into the one man you were hiding from.

“And I’ll take that!” he said as he ripped the book straight from your arms.

“Give it back to me!” you shouted in a whisper. “Go get another book.”

You tried to grab the book back, but he raised it above your head, making it impossible to reach. You gave up, your shoulders dropping in defeat.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a book to check out,” he said with a large smile. As he turned around, you stuck your tongue out at him and mimicked his tone.

You followed him towards the exit of the library as he went towards the check-out desk, and you went towards the door to leave. You noticed the librarian smiled at him, making it known that she knew who he was. You stood back but close enough and tried to listen to their conversation like the nosy person that you were.

“Youngjo, it is so nice to see you again,” the librarian said to him. You rehearsed his name in your head, the name sounding incredibly unique to you.

“It’s nice to see you too Kathy. How’re the kids?” he asked her.

“Oh, same as always,” she started. “Do you have Psycho Crimes to turn in yet?” she asked him. Your eyes widened at the book title. That was the book that you had been waiting months for!

Youngjo laughed. “No, not yet. I will return it when I am ready.”

“I have someone that has been waitlisted for a very long time and they have been asking me about it every week.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Then they should have checked it out before me.”

And that was the end of their conversation. He’s a complete self-centered jerk!

The man turned around after checking out his book and when his eyes met yours, they widened at the fact that you were standing there watching him. He continued to make his way towards the exit, and you followed behind him, burning holes into his head as you glared at him. He approached his car and before he opened his door, he turned around to face you.

“You need to get over it. I’m returning this book next week. You can check it out then,” he told you.

“I cannot believe you’ve had Psycho Crimes all these months! You are the most self-centered selfish jerk I have ever had the unfortunate chance of meeting!”

“Like I told Kathy…” he began to say and then pause. “Wait a minute, you’re the one that is waitlisted? You’re the reason why Kathy has been nagging me every single day to return the book!”

“Sucks to suck, doesn’t it? And I’m going to keep nagging until that book is in my hands!” you yelled. At this point, it was barely 10am and it had been such a terrible day that yelling is making you feel better.

“If you want it so bad, why don’t you just come over to my house?” he asked you. You furrowed your brows and slightly pouted. You waited a few seconds for him to say, “just kidding”, but he never did.

“What is it that you want? Who invites strangers to their house?” you asked.

He laughed and smirked. “Well, we did play tag in the library so were practically friends.”

“Somethings up. I refuse to go with you,” you told him.

“That’s fine. The offer is still open until I drive away,” he said getting into his car and closing the door. He started up his car and you really contemplated on getting in this man’s car and going to his house, for some book. Was it worth it?

Without thinking any further, you walked over to the passenger side and got into the car. You buckled your seatbelt and looked at the man as he looked at you.

With a smile, he said, “I’m Youngjo, and you?”

“Y/n,” you said simply.

“How do you know I’m not a serial killer?” he asked you.

You replied, “Well the chances of there being two serial killers in this car are a little astronomical.”

He laughed, a little harder than you expected, and put his car in drive and drove off and out of the library’s parking lot. Mere minutes passed by, and you approached a neighborhood filled with homes that you never thought you would see in real life. Some homes were tall, and some were long. Some came with large yards and others came with large farms. Youngjo took a turn down a cul-de-sac and approached one of the largest homes on the street. Not only was it large, but it was long with a huge yard.

“There’s no way you actually live here. This is a joke, right?” you said admiring the house.

Youngjo laughed. “No, it’s not. But I’m flattered. I do work hard for the things I own.”

“That being everything except Psycho Crimes, right?” you snarked.

Again, he laughed. “You know, you’re funnier than I thought you would be.”

The two of you got out of his car and walked inside the large home. It’s architecture very geometrical. He removed his jacket and you followed suit, afterwards walking into the main room.

“Take a seat. I’ll be right out with the book,” he said as he walked down a hallway. You sat on his grey couch, and it felt softer than your bed at home. He came out from his hallway with the book in his hand. You got excited, knowing that Psycho Crimes was officially going to be in your hands. He handed the book to you, and you opened it and examined it. But then you realized something was off.

“Why is this book hard back? There was only one ever made and the author has it. Is this the library’s book?”

Youngjo didn’t answer any of your questions as he watched you examine the book in confusion.

“I don’t understand,” you said under your breath. And then it dawned on you. You gasped loudly and looked up at Youngjo. “Please don’t tell me you’re the author of this book.”

Youngjo laughed. “Okay, I won’t.”

Your eyes widened at his half confession. “No way. I am so sorry for how I’ve treated you because of this book. Are you sure you’re really the author?”

Honestly, you couldn’t believe what was happening. You felt like you were in some other dimension where things didn’t make sense in the world.

“If you’re the author, why do you have the library’s version?” You asked as you looked at him. He took a seat next to you on the couch.

“I was actually trying to get another copy of the book because the one at the library is all worn out and tattered. I wanted there to be clean versions of my book series at the library.”

You continued to examine the beautiful hard cover book as you spoke to Youngjo. “Why are you handing me this when it’s the only one available?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “If you were willing to get physical with me over the book, I think you might deserve it a little more than me.”

You looked up at him. “I was never going to get physical. I would’ve just nagged Kathy,” you laughed. He laughed along with you and leaned back on his couch.

“Did you know, you are the first person I’ve ever met that actually liked my crime series? I’ve tried so many genres in the past and have been successful in all of them except crime. So, what was it that made you like this one?”

You thought a moment about it. “I honestly don’t know. This series is the first I’ve read in a long time outside of the romance genre. It was misplaced at the library in the romance section and when I read the summary from the first book, it sounded interesting. I just decided to try reading it and I came to like it.”

Youngjo nodded, appreciating the comment. “Well Y/n, I really do believe this is the start of a new friendship.”

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[yeongwvnhi]

Repost from old blog. 

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[1:28am] 

you carefully open the studio's door, your jacket keeping you warm as you look for you boyfriend. 

he said he'd be done soon, but that was 2 hours ago so you got worried and decided to check on him. 

"Youngjo?" you quietly ask into the room, still standing in the doorway, "are you here?" 

"right here" he speaks up from behind you unexpectedly, making you jump and stumble, almost falling if he didn't hold onto you. 

"hey, I told you to stop creeping up on me!" you whine, softly hitting his chest once. "and you said you wouldn't take long!" 

Youngjo bashfully scratches his cheek. "sorry baby, I'm done now. let's go to bed" 

you pout, softly glaring at him.

he pulls you in by your waist, also pouting. "Don't be angry!"

giving in, you let him hug you close with your head resting against his chest. "i was worried about you, idiot" 

a soft chuckle erupts from his throat, making you look up at him. "what's so funny?" 

"You're just so adorable when you're tired" he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

"hey!" you protest. "you missed" 

"Oh my, how dare I" he jokes, connecting both of your lips in a sweet peck. "now let's go baby, you're tired" 

#yuki writes #repost from my old blog* #oneuswewriters #oneus #oneus fluff #oneus imagines #oneus scenarios #ravn fluff #youngjo fluff #yeongwvnhi.txt

[bearseokie]

reflection (M)

— The gaze staring back at you through the mirror intentionally might not be your own, but the soul meant for you to love is.

DETAILS — [ 18+ | drabble | 1.1k ] PAIRING —  youngjo x gender-neutral! reader GENRES — soulmate! au, smut, fluff WARNINGS — voyeurism, masturbation, fear, a spell-bound mirror A/N — i don’t think this drabble does this concept justice but i was hysterical while writing it so maybe you’ll be the same while reading it.

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You could feel the sneeze threatening to break from your nose the moment the large sheet was tugged from the reflective piece. Dust fluttering through the air and glistening within the light beaming through the curtains, the decrepit edges of the gaper object captured your attention first. Once cradled by the heavy sheet, the wooden surrounding of the glass didn’t hold a single speck of dust. Carved and textured to the makers expectations, the wondrous mirror held a significance.

Inclined on top of your dresser, the dimming sunset caused an eerie glow to fill your bedroom, the mirror filtered by a deep orange and purple. Your index finger brushed against the chipping paint on the outer rim of the reflective piece, the scent of chemicals filling your nostrils as you backed away from the object. Tampered and remote, your senses felt drained when your eyes met your reflection. Body bending down and fingers grasping at the fabric of the sheet now on the floor, you stood up straight with knitted brows when the sound of a groan caught your ears.

The sheet between your fingers slipped from your grasp, an image in the mirror opposite of the reflection you witnessed seconds before. Playing like a movie, a man laid on top of his mattress, the covers pooled at his waist as his hand pulled at his length. The grunts and pants leaving his lips made you suck in a breath, a harsh swallow of the saliva watering your dry mouth slipping down your throat with a quiet gulp.

It was alluring, your gut pulling at your nerves in your body to become aroused while your mind fought to move your limb to sway the sheet back over the mirror. In limbo, you watched as his head pressed back into his headboard, Adam’s apple bobbing when the pad of his thumb ran along the tip of his cock.

Eyes watering, you couldn’t blink, an aroma to the man begging for you to keep watching, to not miss a second of it. His tongue poked from between his teeth, biting down on the wet muscle as his hand swiveled around his length, clenching around his cock to force himself into an orgasm. You watched as his hips lifted from the mattress to meet his own hold, stuttering as white liquid poured onto his thighs. His weight shifted on the soft bed, falling into the spread of the covers in post-orgasm as his eyes shot open.

You couldn’t move fast enough. The covers of his safe space pulled over himself, his gaping stare through the mirror evident that he could see your figure. His lips parted, mouth agape when his fingers connected with his discarded underwear beside his form, pulling the fabric up his legs from beneath the blankets before sliding his feet to the floor. Pacing up to the mirror, your dilated pupils wreaked havoc on his expression, a scared look in his eyes as he pulled the comforter from his bed and tossed it over his own mirror.

The breath that escaped your lungs was longed for. Your form bent over as you blinked rapidly while attempting to regain the sanity that left you from the scene. Remorse built in your heart, the uneven beat of the organ never once occurred until your feet placed you before the reflective object meshed with an eluded feeling swimming in your mind.

You felt the vibration of your back popping when you stood up, eyes shifting from the cold flooring to the same setting around you depicted in the mirror once more. Your own eyes glared back at you, solid and concerned, flustered. You could no longer see the man nor his room, your mind left to wonder just how the occurrence took place.

Piecing together all that you questioned in your mind, your fingers connected with the wooden frame a second time. Pulling the object into your palm, you used all of your strength to lift the mirror away from the wall, the sound of an item hitting the ground catching you by surprise as you let the mirror fall back into its place. Scattering down to the floor in search of the sound, a faded piece of paper floated from the breeze created by your body, the page slipped between your fingers as you lifted it to read.

“With only two alike in the world, here you see through the glass to find your connected soul. Remember: it only works if you’re both looking.”

The words on the page made you reel back with more questions than answers. The print read that the man you witnessed was somehow connected to you, but the strike of fear that took over him led to you wondering the true accuracy of the mysterious object.

Staring between the synopsis and the reflective glass itself, a bulb in your mind brightened so much it nearly burst. Fingers clenching into your palm, the cool structure of the mirror vibrated within the wooden frame as your knuckles bounced against it, knocking on the speculum as you would a door.

The reflection materialized, warping as the thick blanket over his mirror slowly plucked to the side. Large, brown eyes staring through the small crack of space, the man was still on edge. Brunette hair fluffed on his head, he slowly pulled the cover until you could make out every feature of his face. Prominent cheekbones rosy with plush lips, his hand laced into the locks of his hair to push it away from his face, his gaze dead set on you through his mirror.

“W-What is this?” his voice delicately asked, tone tired and treed.

You couldn’t find the proper words to explain the situation, finding the small page in your hand to be the only source of information you had on tap. Raising your hand into the air, you pressed the paper flush against the smooth surface of the mirror. His hand tugged at the blanket, pulling it farther from the mirror to let the light of his lamp give him the sight to read the rugged page. Pupils follow along with the flowing words, his lips silently reading what you had moments before, knitted brows giving you an ache in your stomach.

With the gut feeling that he was seconds from pulling the blanket back over the mirror, the entire fabric escaped from the reflective glass. His full body in your view, his large eyes finally delved into yours with a sense of rationality that fate had brought you both to own the only two mirrors alike.

“I don’t believe we’ve properly met yet.” he spoke with a louder tone now, raising his hand to send you a wave. “I’m Youngjo.” he smiled.

#oneus drabble #oneus smut #ravn smut #ravn imagines #ravn scenarios #youngjo smut #youngjo fluff #youngjo imagines #oneus au #oneus soulmate #oneus x reader #drabble: reflection #mature #ravn fluff #oneus fluff #word drabbles #tw voyerism #oneus.drabble

[minminnie-shii]

~Us~ Kim Youngjo

~Fluff~ ~Fluffy fluff~ ~Seriously, beware~

Word count~ 1982

Warnings~ None

~~~~~~~~~

I remember the minute that I fell for Youngjo, the moment I realized that all I wanted in life, was to see him happy. It was during the 'Debut Project' for my group, and his.

We were playing the punishment soccer game, Seoho was up to kick the ball. When he kicked it, it bounced off of the post and hit me in the head. Youngjo was the first one to run up to me and see if I was okay.

After that, he stayed by my side for the rest of the filming. And even after they would win the games, he would always share his food with me, making my members jealous. Whenever our two groups were together, I would always find myself drawn to him.

And it really didn't help when we would always sit so close to me, or grab my hand in some way. Some times, I would feel like he was teasing, or messing with me. But, now, I don't think he even knows how I feel about him.

I was currently sitting in the recording studio by myself. The boys had gone home for the day, but, I really wanted to get this melody down before I left. This song had been stuck in my head for the past few weeks, and I needed to finish it.

What was the song about? Love, well, first love. Softly and quietly, I began to sing to myself.

"The way you look at me reminds me of something. But I can't quite figure out what. Could this be love? Can you feel what I feel for you? Do you love me too?" I stopped strumming my guitar and let out a sigh, closing my eyes.

"That's really pretty. Working on a new song?" I jumped and my eyes shot open when I heard a voice by my ear.

I spun around in my chair and Youngjo laughed as he stood straight up. I rolled my eyes and set down the guitar, shoving him by the shoulder.

"Yah! What do you think you're doing? You scared me." I mumbled crossing my arms over my chest. He laughed and walked over to me, pinching my cheek slightly.

"Aw, poor _____, did I really scare you that bad?" He asked.

I smiled softly and looked at him, he had picked up that paper that had the lyrics for the song I was writing. He was carefully reading over every word.

"Hmm, this is really good, it almost sounds like you're in love with someone." He said peeking up at me over the paper. I blushed slightly and looked away.

"No, what would give you that idea." I muttered. He just shrugged his shoulders and set down the paper.

"I was just saying. Hey, are you hungry? Do you want to get food before you go back to the dorm?" He asked resting against the chair. I thought about it for a second and nodded.

"Sure, let me just pack up my stuff."

He backed away while I moved around the studio, saving my work and shutting down the computers. I put my guitar back into its case and zipped it closed. I grabbed all my lyric sheets and slipped them back into the folder where they belong. Once everything was organized and put away I put my backpack on my shoulders.

I went to grab my guitar when Youngjo beat me to it. He picked it up and slipped the strap over his shoulder. He turned to me and smiled, nodding towards the door. I blushed slightly and opened the door, stepping out first. Youngjo turned off the lights and locked the door, closing it.

"Time for food." He sang loudly. I couldn't help but laugh as the two of us left the company together.

"Do you want to take the van?" I asked him pointing to the car in front of us. He laughed and shooked his head.

"It's a nice day, let's walk." He gently took my wrist in his hand and began to lead me down the street. I jogged slightly until I matched my pace with his, allowing the two of us to work together.

"Are you excited for your debut?" I asked looking at him. He smiled widely and looked at me.

"Yeah, I can't believe that next week is when it comes out. I've been waiting for this for so long." He then stopped walking and turned to face me.

"What about you? Do you know how much longer until you debut?" I smiled and shook my head.

"No, but, don't worry about me, this is your moment, enjoy it." He chuckled quietly. He sighed softly and tilted his head, looking up at the stars.

"Do you believe in wishing stars?" He asked suddenly. My eyebrow twitched slightly at his question.

"Hmm, I don't know, I never tried wishing on one before." I said shrugging my shoulders.

"If you could have one wish, what would you use it on?" I looked towards the sky and thought about it. If I could wish for anything, what would I wish for?

I smiled as the answer finally came to me, I looked at him and answered.

"I would wish, that your debut would go just how you wanted it to. That everyone would listen and fall in love with your music. I wish that, all of your wishes, come true." His eyes widened slightly at my answer.

"You would waste your wish on me?" He asked quietly. I smiled and poked his forehead gently.

"If it makes you happy, then it's not a waste."  After a while of silence, it finally clicked in my head what I said. I blushed slightly and coughed turning on my heel.

"W-we should get going." I stuttered out quietly. Before I could take another step Youngjo's slender finger wrapped themselves around my arm, stopping me from moving.

"Wait, I never got to tell you what my wish was." He whispered. I swallowed thickly before turning my head back to look at him.

"If you could wish for anything Youngjo, what would it be?" I asked. He took a step forward and continued until he was standing directly in front of me.

I grew nervous and my gaze slipped from his face to the middle of his shirt. He took one more step, slowly slithering his arms around my waist, tugging me closer to him. I let out a gasp and my hands came up, I placed them on his chest and my gaze moved up, looking at his face.

His eyes searched mine intensely. It was hard to keep looking at him. I wanted to hide away, the nervousness in my stomach slowly started to bubble up until it filled my entire body. I'm sure how long we were standing there, but, a slight breeze blew causing me to shiver slightly.

He smiled softly and closed his eyes, resting his forehead against mine gently. He let out a sigh and his warm breath fanned my face. I swallowed and quietly repeated my question.

"What would you wish for?" He opened his eyes just slightly and peeked at me.

"My wish would be, to kiss you, if only just once." He whispered. My breath hitched in my throat at his words.

Was I dreaming? Did he actually just say that his wish was to kiss me? The nervousness slowly melted away, and something new replaced it, what it was, I didn't have a clue.

I slowly closed my eyes and tilted my head upwards, pressing my lips against his in a soft and quick kiss. I pulled back quickly and opened my eyes to look at him. He looked, shocked.

Oh look, I'm nervous again. I became a stuttering mess, I started apologizing and went to step away, but Youngjo tightened his grip on my waist, pulling me even closer. Our bodies were flush together and my breathing quickened.

His eyes flicked from my eyes to my lips quickly. He let out a breath before capturing my lips in his, kissing me softly. I closed my eyes and tilted my head upwards more, deepening the kiss.

His hands slid up my waist slowly touching me with only his fingertips. Chills covered my entire body as he cupped my cheeks in his hands. My hands clenched into fists, balling up his shirt tightly.

His lips felt hot against my own, though the rest of my body felt like it was on fire. Even in this cold winter weather, it felt like it was the middle of summer.

Youngjo's lips were soft, warm, they worked against mine softly. He was slow, and careful as if he was afraid that I would break at the slightest touch. Even when he pulled away, he pecked lips one, two, three, four times.

I didn't mind, I could kiss him all day. His lips were sweet, and they were all I needed in this moment. I didn't open my eyes, afraid that if I did, I would wake up and realize that this was all a dream. My new wish? Was for this to last forever.

Youngjo laughed breathily and nudge his nose against mine.

"Why won't you look at me?" He asked quietly.

"Because I'm afraid that once I open my eyes, I'll wake up and this would have been a dream." I whispered. He laughed again and I felt his lips press onto my forehead and a soft and short kiss.

"Open your eyes." He whispered. Slowly I opened my eyes and looked at him.

His face was flushed and he was still breathing heavily. He smiled widely at me and nudged my nose with his before pecking my lips again. I blushed deeply and moved, burying my face in his chest. He chuckled and held me tightly against him, he rubbed my arms and my back rocking us back and forth.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked softly into his chest. He pulled back slightly and looked down at me.

"You can ask me anything." Okay, deep breath, you can do this. Just ask him. I closed my eyes and went for it.

"Will you go on a date with me?" I said quickly. It was quiet for a really long time before Youngjo sighed.

"Wah, what is wrong with me? How did I let you beat me to it?" He chuckled. I looked up at him confused. He saw my confused face and laughed even more, pecking my lips softly.

"I can't believe you asked me before I had a chance to ask you." My eyes widened.

"Y-you wanted to ask me?" His face turned into bright red as he nodded.

"Yeah, everyone would always tell me to hurry up and tell you that I liked you. Why do you think I would always wait until you finished working to walk you back to the dorms? Or why there would magically be food in front of you when you would fall asleep at the computer.

"Yonghoon-Hyung always makes fun of me, well, him and everyone else. I don't why, but, tonight, just felt right. I'm sorry, I know I should've told you sooner but I didn't know ho-"

I leaned forward and pressed my lips on his, stopping him from talking. He smiled and moved his lips against mine softly.

"That's a really nice way to tell me to shut up." He mumbled against my lips. I smiled and peeked up at him.

"Something tells me that I'll have to do that a lot more in the future." I whispered kissing him again.

"Believe me, I have absolutely no problem with that."

#oneus #oneus imagines #oneus imagine #I uwued out loud #soft and squishy #fluffy #fluff #kim youngjo #ravn #onewe #ravn fluff #youngjo #youngjo fluff #beware the fluff #keonhee #hwangwoon #leedo #xion #seho #seeho

[ppumeonae-bigvibe]

“my…boyfriend!”

↖ navigation: nct masterlist || main masterlist

pairing: good friend! johnny x gn! reader ↬ tags: johnny would be the best bf bet, drinking (not explicitly mentioned), mentions of a male stranger tryna hit reader up! 

summary: johnny is a great actor...pretending to be your fake boyfriend that is (but he would love to be your actual boyfriend)   word count: 358 words  

“you alone?” 

you side glanced at a stranger who pulled up beside you. 

“that seat’s…taken.” 

the words died in your throat as he sat right next to you, a drink in his left hand. you inched away from the stranger, opting to take a sip from your mocktail. you had hoped you looked disinterested but to no avail. 

“so, you have a lover? are you single? wanna have a drink with me?” 

he smirked and you nervously looked around, “uhm…” your social anxiety was acting up and you fiddled with the sleeves of your sweater. where is he?

“ahem.” 

you’ve never been more grateful for such an intrusive sound. “johnny!” 

“who’s he…do you know this guy?” the stranger made a face as johnny approached the two of you, standing right beside you. johnny had the strictest resting face, and you witnessed first hand how the stranger’s resolve was starting to crumble. 

“this is the person i’ve been waiting for! my…boyfriend!” you clutched onto johnny’s beige coat and looked up at him. 

please play along, please, please please…

johnny leaned down, swooping in for a kiss on your cheek. your heart was erratically beating as you attempted to breathe, only to inhale his distinct cologne. 

a moment passed. 

then another. 

“sorry i took so long.” johnny apologized, before returning to stare daggers at the stranger. “i-It’s alright!” you managed to squeak out. 

“do you mind?” johnny jerked his chin out, referring to the taken seat. 

“yeah yeah.” 

without any further eye-wrestling, the stranger left and johnny sat down. he turned to give the stranger one last glare, then gazed at you. you stared blankly at johnny, the softness in his eyes a stark contradiction to his previous action. 

“did he do anything to you?” 

you shook your head and the creases on his forehead dissipated into thin air, “thanks a bunch johnny. i was starting to panic there.” johnny shot you a small smile, “we certainly had fooled him.” 

you hoped that your face hadn’t turned red at the memory etched into your mind. 

“just let me know if that happens again. i’ll be your fake boyfriend.” 

“m-my what?!”

@ppumeonae-bigvibe​ ‘s work ; likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

#ppumeonae-bigvibe #nct #nct 127 #nct johnny suh youngjo #nct johnny #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct johnny x reader

[kumo-is-kumo]

nothing's perfect (but you are)

ravn/seoho

nc17

abo au, romance, fluff, angst, smut, alpha youngjo, beta seoho

14k

ao3

#oneus #fiction #seojo

[angelic-jeonghan1004]

Think about it || Ravn

Another repost of work swapping the idol out since i don't write that group anymore, btw im so sorry if you actually really like Justin Bieber I just needed to think of a topic for an argument

Prompt: "Can you please stop talking so I can kiss you?"

Synopsis: Getting in an argument with Ravn may be frustrating but quickly solvable

Pairing: Ravn x reader

Genre: fluff

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ♡ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ♡ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ♡ ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ♡

The argument started out fine, it was just playful. Just a simple argument, turned Ravn fuming. Insult his king like that? Mr Bieber? Really? In context he was playing a Justin song and you said you didn't like it. From pure curiosity Ravn dug further now wishing he didn’t.

“Do you not like Justin Biebers songs? You say this everytime I play him.” He said looking at you cocking a brow.

“I thought it’d be obvious by now- He is just incredibly generic for me, if I wanted love songs about not being the best boyfriend I’d listen to Maroon 5.” You said but little did you know this was going to blow up. You two continued to argue, Ravn was going in depth on how Justin is incredibly talented and you were pushing back at how it was not your cup of tea. You both soon became tired of the argument since it was from a simple statement but neither wanted to back down.

Ravn began to go into his opinion once more when you got an idea that could end the argument in seconds. Cutting him off

"Can you please stop talking so I can kiss you?" You said and the surprise quickly filled his face, being bold you walked up to him planting a kiss to his face that took him a second to return. The kiss became full of passion after an argument.

"Now can we please stop fighting on this?"

"One more kiss and I'll think about it" He said with a smirk.

#oneus x reader #oneus imagines #oneus fluff #oneus drabbles #ravn x reader #ravn imagines #youngjo x reader #youngjo imagines #leedo x reader #leedo imagines #seoho x reader #seoho imagines #xion x reader #xion imagines #hwanwoong imagines #hwanwoong x reader #keonhee x reader #keonhee imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop x reader #kpop x gender neutral reader #kpop imagines

[5ish]

ways you show your love to them

genre: fluff

desc: different ways you express your love for the members of oneus <3

YOUNGJO

—wrapping your arms around his waist and rocking side to side.

—pecking his lips lightly before you start kissing him.

—telling him you love him all the time.

—“i love you so much, you know that, right?”

—sitting on his lap and running your fingers through his hair while you lay your head on his chest.

—directing all your attention towards him whenever he talks about how he feels.

—kissing all over his face to wake him up in the morning.

—showering together and washing his hair for him.

—holding hands whenever your out in public places.

—walking up to him when he’s cooking and kissing his neck softly.

—leaning your head on his shoulder to remind him that you’re there.

—making a playlist for him filled with songs that describe how you feel about him.

—making a playlist for him filled with songs that describe how you feel about him.

—covering him in your jacket (s) whenever he gets cold.

—brushing his gorgeous hair away from his face.

—“your hair is really really soft.”

—taking a polaroid of him and placing it on the back of your phone case.

—wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him close to you so you could whisper funny things into his ear to make him laugh.

—kissing his cheek whenever you two are cuddling.

—holding onto his arm and staying close to him in public.

GUNHAK

—kissing his muscles because they deserve a lot of love and care.

—wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him towards your face so you can rub noses.

—pinching or squishing his cheeks.

—clinging onto him whenever he leaves for long periods of time.

—“don’t leave me again, i missed you.”

—playing with his hands while you lay in bed and talk about stuff.

—doing anything to make him laugh because his smile is absolutely beautiful.

—holding him and rubbing his back when he’s upset.

—keeping all of your focus on him when he talks about something serious.

—in the morning, you’d sit on his lap and kiss all over his face to wake him up.

KEONHEE

—outlining his facial features with your finger while he’s sleeping.

—kissing his lips that were covered in whipped cream from his hot chocolate.

—making sure that he’s the happiest boy in the world.

—kissing his cheeks repeatedly until he starts blushing (which is..automatic.)

—buying him his favorite disney character plushie just to make him happy.

—praising him and telling him how proud you are.

—“you did so good today, i’m so proud.”

—making him a cute bento box and bringing it to him for lunch.

—buying him a very big and fluffy jacket in winter so he can stay warm.

—wrapping him in your arms and kissing his temple when he gets scared.

HWANWOONG

—giving him soft and gentle head pats.

—recording him and hyping him up every time he dances because, he’s just so amazing at it.

—running your fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp.

—telling him how beautiful he looks.

—“let me take a picture of you, you look so pretty.”

—pulling him towards you by his hands and then wrapping your arms around his waist.

—feeding him food.

—putting little pigtails into his hair.

—running up to him and wrapping him in a bear hug.

—randomly kissing his lips when he starts talking..just to make him blush.

DONGJU

—talking his selfies for him and hyping him up while he blushes.

—grabbing his cheeks in your hands and kissing his pouty lips.

—buying him a piece of clothing and urging him to try it on and then show you, because he looks so perfect.

—“please don’t take that off, it looks amazing on you.”

—walking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist.

—intertwining your fingers and swinging your hands back and forth.

—having those mornings when you’re just lazy in bed, so you pull him closer to you and kiss his neck softly before you fall back to sleep.

—attacking him with hugs and kisses the whole entire day for his birthday.

—feeding him the strawberries off of the chocolate cake.

—pecking his lips and telling him you love him whenever he gets slightly jealous.

#oneus #oneus angst #oneus scenarios #oneus dongju #oneus ravn #oneus hwanwoong #oneus seoho #oneus xion #oneus gunhak #oneus leedo #oneus youngjo #oneus fluff #oneus imagines #oneus black mirror #oneus headcanons #hwanwoong #ravn #keonhee #xion #seoho #ravn fluff #seoho scenarios

[mirisss]

Dear Daylilies

Vampire! Ravn x human! GN! reader 

So this was an idea I got as I watched the mv for Oneus’ Luna. And it is pretty sad, also I know it says in my rules that I don’t write about the reader or any of the idols dying but this is an exception. Also there are no details about the death other than me just writing that the reader is gone and fading. 

Requests are open!

Angsty, sad and some fluff I guess. 

Part 2 In My Arms

The lone cry of the moon

Without you I feel lonely like never before. Now that you are gone there is an empty space beside me and in my heart. One that I wasn’t aware of prior to having you. 

Moving backwards in time

All I can see and think of are the time spent with you. The void you left behind, taking all my happiness with you. I see us walking around my palace, the way your face shone with an innocent smile. The way you always crept closer to me when you were afraid, the way you always held my hand so that I wouldn’t walk too quickly. The way you made me smile like no one ever has. 

The beautiful moment when my heart trembled

As I walk around the castle seeing my brothers being happy with their beloved my heart trembles knowing that used to be us but now I am without you. Never before have I wished to live up to the stereotype of a blood thirsty, heartless, emotionless vampire but now I do because maybe if I was that then I wouldn’t feel this pain. This emptiness. But even as my heart trembles and yearns for your love, it also warms at the thought of my brothers being happy as well as the thought of how that used to be us. 

Missing the two warm hands that held me tight

If only I had met you in a lifetime where I wasn’t an immortal being and you a human. If only I had met you as a human so we could live and die together. Or maybe a lifetime where we both were vampires so we could have lived together forever. I miss how warm your hands were when I held them in my cold hands, the warmth I felt when you would hug me. Never have I felt so alive as I did during those moments. 

The emptiness remains where you left 

After you left there was an empty space around the table. An empty space in the bay window overlooking the grand garden. That space where you loved to sit and just watch the flowers blossom and shine under the moonlight. That space where you wanted to spend your last moment. The space where you told me that you loved me. The space that I now protect as if it was alive and won’t let anyone else approach because I am afraid that they will ruin it. 

You are like a lonely blossoming flower wishing the black clouds to cover the moonlight 

As I now sit in your spot at the bay window overlooking my grand garden I remember the first time I brought you out there. It was a month after I first met you, we had been on a walk and you told me that you had a particular love for flowers but there were only a few flowers growing in your village but you wished to see more. So I asked you to come with me to my mansion that night because I had something to show you. As I opened the door to the grand garden and I heard your sharp inhale, I knew that I had made you happy. You raced past me with a giddy smile and looked around at all the flowers. “Ravn, what kind of flowers are these? I’ve never seen any illustrations of them in any of my books” “These are Daylilies. Contrary to their name, they only bloom at night” “So, kind of like you!” “What do you mean now?” “Well, you’re a vampire. A creature of the night, you rise with the moon” The way your eyes sparkled under the moonlight made my dead heart feel like it was beating, you looked ethereal under the moon surrounded by the daylilies. “Maybe so. But their beauty is nothing compared to yours” I remember plucking one of the flowers and giving it to you. Now I wish that the clouds would cover the moon and I wish I could let the flowers die for all they remind me of are you. 

Like the flower that blossomed to show it’s love for the moonlight

Every visitor I have ever had who has witnessed the garden has always congratulated me for its beauty and I have always thanked them but I have never thought highly of the garden. After all, when you live an eternal life and can travel anywhere than a flower or two aren’t impressive. But after I brought you there the garden became one of my most prideful possessions and I took extra care of it to keep it pristine. Even as you grew older you would always remain that beautiful young soul who outshone my grand garden. You made me shine. I was like a Daylily rising to show its love to the moonlight. 

You are so beautiful under the moon

Humans grow old and people claim they lose their beauty along the way but in my eyes you would always be lovely. No one could ever compare to you. I remember telling you as I held your aging body in my cold arms that you looked like an angel under the moon. You would deny it and say that I was only being nice, that no one could see beauty in an old person like you. But I did. I still can, a century later and I can still see you. You looked heavenly, always. 

The story that ended with me letting you go

I knew from the moment we met that I would outlive you but I still wished to have you forever. I never wanted to let you go. But as I held you as you were fading away, I knew that I had to let you leave. That I had to let you go. You handed me the dried Daylily that I gave you the day I first showed you the grand garden, telling me to take care of it. The flower remained sheltered in my office but after a century the flower has given up, but stubbornly I keep it as if it is the very materialized form of you. I know now that I have to let you go.  I have to live on. 

If I could go back in time just this once I will have the courage to tell you 

I wish I could go back in time and find the courage to tell you. Tell you that I loved you. That I still love you. 

Wandering around to find you

My eyes are constantly searching for you wherever I look. I search for you in the garden, around the table, around the village, in the halls of the mansion, but especially in the light of the moon. I search for you in the beams as if they will uncover you and let my saddened eyes fall on your captivating form once again. 

Blow, wind please tell my lover the words that I failed to deliver

A century has passed by and I now realize that it is time that I move on. That I accept the fact that you are gone. So I ask for the wind to blow and deliver the message of my love to you as I failed to do so on my own. Take the dust of your flower and spread it around the kingdom so that more people can enjoy the beauty of this flower. I know that I can find you in the moonlight because that is where the memories of us remain. So I no longer resent the moon for shining. Now the moonlight comforts me and makes me feel warm just like you used to do. I find peace under the moon as I reminisce on our times together when I sit in your bay window overlooking the grand garden beneath me. My dear beautiful daylily, I hope the moon is treating you kindly. 

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[annyeongffs]

𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐄𝐒 ༄ 𝒌𝒊𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒋𝒐

𝘅𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 ;; 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼! 𝖺𝗎

𝘅𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗇, 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉

𝘅𝗐𝖼: 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝟶.𝟿𝗄, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗇 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 <3

𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝘁; 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗳𝘄 ☻

“Need a hand?”

Your head whips around instantly to see your boyfriend Ravn standing in the kitchen doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed casually. You huff, blowing some hair out of your face, and go back to the task at hand: getting your favorite coffee mug off of the top shelf.

One problem with that though- you can’t reach it. At all, actually. Your arm is stretched up as far as it can go, but even on your tallest tiptoes you still aren’t tall enough to reach the beloved mug.

You sigh frustratedly, not wanting to admit you need help. “How long have you been watching me struggle, exactly?” You deflect as you continue to try to get it like the stubborn girl you are. Being a height like yours means asking tall people for help on a regular basis, but you’ve always liked to do things yourself; you pride yourself on how high you’ve learned to jump.

But jumping still isn’t doing the trick. Your knuckles almost brush the handle of the mug at one point, making Ravn snicker as he says, “Long enough to take pity. Don’t hurt yourself baby, I’ll grab your mug for you.” His morning voice is just the right amount of gritty and groggy, and you have to work to keep your focus instead of getting lost in his glazed-over eyes.

Mornings with Ravn were always an adventure. You never knew what the early hours would entail with him- would you wake up at the crack of dawn to go chase the sunrise? Would you sleep in until noon and have ramen for breakfast? Or would you don your matching bunny slippers to the nearest downtown diner to share a waffle large enough for giants?

That’s why mornings had become your favorite time to spend with him since you’d started dating Ravn; it kept you on your toes, never letting you have a dull start to your days together.

But one little issue with your adventures? They couldn’t start until you’d had your caffeine fix. And to drink coffee, you needed to have your mug- the one you’re practically breaking your back to swipe from the top shelf.

How did it get there in the first place? You never usually put things away so high.

Your boyfriend starts to walk in your direction to assist you, but you shake your head. “No, I can do it,” You reassure yourself more than him, “I’ve almost got it anyways!” You emphasize your progress with a particularly high jump, but all you manage to do is score a nasty bruise to your hip beneath Ravn’s oversized tee shirt.

You can sense the way he raises an eyebrow behind your back. “You do, huh?” He asks sarcastically. Ignoring your request, he closes the distance and stands directly behind you at the counter, stretching up to grab your favorite mug with ease. You pretend to be offended; but all it takes is one soft hug for a sleepy smile to spread on your face, cherishing the way his arms wrap around you from behind.

“Thank you love,” You mumble gratefully, “although I could’ve done it myself.”

You feel Ravn laughing at you from above, where his chin rests on your head. “No you couldn’t have.”

You pout. “Could too,” You say like a child.

“It’s always cute to see you try, baby.” Ravn admits. And while the sentence seems harmlessly simple, you can’t help but feel like it’s a clue. A clue to something you’ve been trying to solve lately…

You gasp out loud, whirling around to poke your boyfriend in the chest.

“It’s you!” You accuse, “You’re the one putting everything on the top shelf lately, aren’t you? I wondered why my things kept disappearing after you slept over!” You cry indignantly.

Ravn doesn’t even bother defending himself, merely shrugging off your discovery. “What can I say? I already told you you’re cute when you’re trying to reach it.”

You whine and scan the kitchen for something to smack him with while your coffee brews, your eyes landing on a dish towel laying next to the sink. Without warning him of what you’re planning to do- which is to wind the cloth up and snap it like a little whip- you dart your hand out and grab the towel, the only sign that you’re about to kick Ravn’s butt being the mischievous curve of your smirk.

It takes all of three seconds for your big, tall boyfriend to run like the wind.

“You better run, you long-legged doofus!” You call with a playful smile as you chase him with the towel. “This is payback for all the things you hid up there!”

So you guessed that maybe this morning’s adventure wouldn’t have to wait until your coffee finished brewing, after all.

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