#*dramatic gasp* the held hands!! D:

[harmonysanreads]

Tell use more abt the dr ratio fic you're making 👀👀

Ahh, here we have a Veritas “I'm not a romantic person” Ratio in the wild again :

[shawtuzi]

can’t stop thinking about nanami putting you in a full nelson omg :(( (not proofread btw sorry <//3)

the first time he brought it up to you you were very intrigued, until you did a quick google search and saw wrestling images??? after he helped you find the correct images your interest peaked once more—i mean how could it not???!!the mental image of his big n beefy arms manhandling you in a such a position had the cogs in your brain turning and your pussy dripping with excitement.

“cmon let’s do it now now now!” you squealed tossing your phone to the side. you jumped into nanami’s buff arms, peppering his jaw and neck in glossy kisses. kento chuckled lowly, giving your plush ass a rough squeeze. such an eager little thing you were.

“now hang on baby i think you should stretch yourself out a little bit before we get started, don’t want my sweet thing to get a cramp hm?” he pet your hair softly, looking directly into your eyes to make sure you understood him. you let out a dramatic sigh and nodded, making kento smile at your obedience.

within minutes nanami had you strip down to your panties, knees digging into the plushness of the bed while your hands laid folded in your lap. “don’t look so serious little dove, we can have a little fun while we do it,” he chuckled, running his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling the digit away when he saw you tried to suckle on it.

nanami pecked you on the lips three times before slowly pushing you back, slipping your panties off once your back was to the mattress. he took this opportunity to admire your body in its most vulnerable state. he looked at every curve, every scar, every stretch mark with so much love in his eyes it made your eyes glassy. “you’re so beautiful….most beautiful woman i ever laid eyes on. god could strike me down right now and i’d be happy with this being the last thing i see,” he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, running his surprisingly soft hands up your thick thighs.

he slowly trailed his hands to the back of your knees, pushing them up to your chest. “fuck would you look at that….already soaking for me,” kento pushed his thumb between your soaked folds, covering the digit in your essence before bringing it to his watering mouth.

“alright m’gonna push your legs back a little more okay?” he waited until you verbally answered him before pushing your knees back until they were practically touching your ears. in all honesty nanami knew this shit was light work for you and he could manhandle you into any position he wanted with ease—he just wanted an excuse to eat your pussy hehe.

nanami couched down, spreading your pussy lips with his thumbs before spitting on your swollen clit. you gasped, clenching around nothing as he spit on your pussy once more. “how you doin’ up there gorgeous?” nanami spoke softly, chuckling lowly at the way you tried bucking your pussy into his face.

“s’easy babe! i can handle it just please do somethingggg!” you whined, kicking your feet in the most precious way possible. without a word nanami wrapped his lips around your clit, humming at the sweet yet tangy taste that is you. “oh! f-fuck kento,” you mewled, bringing your hand down to mess up his perfectly styled blonde locks. nanami slapped your hand away, grunting against your pussy as a way to tell you to keep your hands to yourself.

that’s how you both stayed—nanami on his knees devouring your drooling pussy while you held your legs back with shaky hands. “d-do it side to side again…yeah like th-that! oh my—!” you were cut off by kento swiping his tongue side to side with vigor, your legs beginning to shake, signaling your nearing orgasm.

“so fuckin’ sweet,” nanami growled, gripping onto the soft flesh of your ass cheeks before maneuvering your body up and down on his tongue. for such a prim and polished man he sure was a messy fucking eater.

the slurping noises coming from below you would’ve disgusted anyone but you personally?? oh it was your favorite. the only time nanami really lost himself was when his head was between your thighs, so you made sure to cherish every sloppy lick, slurp, and glob of spit he gave to your soaked pussy.

“i-i’m cumminggg,” you threw your head back in pure bliss as your orgasm washed over you, wave after wave of cumming hitting kento’s awaiting tongue. nanami lapped at your pussy a few more times, giving your clit a cheeky little suck before letting go with a pop!

nanami cleared his throat and stood up, loosening the tie on his neck. “you ready for me?” he asked, squeezing his achingly hard dick through his slacks. if you looked close enough you could see the tiniest wet patch where his tip was.

you made quick work to sit up and undo his belt, your mouth watering at the thought of sucking him off before he ravaged you. “slow down honey s’no rush yeah?” he cooed down at you, taking your face in his hands. you nodded slowly, tossing his belt to the side and undoing the zipper. “lemme….lemme suck you off a little please? need it kento,” you pouted, nuzzling your face into his toned stomach. nanami smiled down at you and brought his hand to your face, smushing your cheeks together before giving you a very sloppy kiss.

“later darling i can’t wait to be inside you another minute,” he gave your lips another kiss, smoothening the furrow in your brows with his thumb.

a few minutes later….

“ready for me my love?” nanami grunted, slapping the tip of his cock against your pussy. your back was snugly pressed against him while his strong arms held the backs of your knees up. “y-yes kento m’ready for you,” nanami wasted no time lifting your body until his tip was poking at your entrance, hissing at just how fucking wet you were. you both moaned in unison as he slowly sunk you down on his cock.

“f-fuck sweetheart you gotta ease up. cmon ease that pretty pussy up for me,” he took advantage of your exposed neck and began to kiss and suck on the most sensitive parts making you whine. he encouragement worked like a charm and soon he was almost entirely inside you. “yeah…yeah there we go,” you squeaked when nanami slammed body down, finally filling you to the brim. fuck you felt so warm and tight around him there was no way he’d last long.

“d-don’t go slow ken, fuck me till i pass out pleaseeee i need it,” you cried, clenching around him. nanami hissed and without another word began a brutal pace, the sheer roughness taking you aback. “yessss f-fuck kenny!” you squealed, your head falling back on his shoulder. in this position the tip of his cock repeatedly hit that spongy spot inside you that had you seeing stars. your wetness already began to soak both of your guys’ thighs, a sharp slapping sound echoing throughout the room from it.

“oh i know baby i know. feels good yeah? tight little pussy is fucking soaking us, you hear that?” he breathlessly chuckled, referring to the slapping noises your thighs were making. “uh huh! uh huh! i hear it kenny,” you whimpered, trying your absolute hardest not to start drooling.

kento securely held both of your legs in one of his arms while the other gripped your chin, forcing you took look at him. you stuck out your tongue the tiniest bit making him chuckle, “gimme a kiss baby.” he sucked your tongue into his mouth making your eyes roll back. you loved when he did that. nanami’s sloppy, tongue filled kisses were your personal drug of choice. the way he made you feel every ounce of love and want in just a single kiss made your head spin and your pussy throb.

“s’good ken you’re so strong. so. fucking. stronggg.” ken thrusted up a tad rougher towards the end of your sentence, his head inflated beyond belief. your praise was making his head spin, he had to give you the most earth shattering orgasm you’ve ever had—he had to.

he adjusted your position to where both of your legs were hanging over his arms once more, both of his hands now clasped behind your head. “ready pretty baby?” he huffed out, chuckling when the only noise you let out was a loud moan.

you didn’t know it was possible to be fucked completely braindead yet here you were, eyes rolled back and not a thought in your mind as kento brutally thrusted up into you. he could only imagine how full your pussy must’ve looked, god the thought had his balls tightening.

“ken! ken! ken! kenny!” you chanted his name like a prayer, your pussy now squelching each time his fucked up into you. nanami tightened his hands around your head (not too tight though ofc) and forced your head to look down, giving you a delicious view of his soaked cock spearing into your puffy pussy. “we *hiccup* look so pretty together kenny, wish you could *hiccup* see,” you sighed dreamily, because it truly was a beautiful sight.

“don’t worry baby i will later, s-see that—fuck! see my phone? hm?” he slowed his pace, and loosened his grip on your head allowing you to look up and see that his phone was indeed propped up recording the entire thing. you smiled and bit your lip, now excited for when you both watch the video together which will probably lead to him having you like this again hehe.

“rub your clit my love, cmon make yourself cum on your husbands cock—yeahhhh that’s it honey there you fucking go,” nanami growled in pleasure as your pussy squeezed him like a vice. his dick was getting wetter either each thrust inside you until he accidentally slipped out making you whine very loudly. “i got it baby i got it,” he huffed and slammed you right back down on his cock, making your eyes cross. “yes yes y-yes fuck, so good kenny please cum in me,” you cried, digging your nails into his toned thighs.

nanami growled removing his hands from your head to spread thighs as wide as possible, one hand toying sloppily with your clit while the other found purchase on your neck. “i’m gonna cum baby—right inside this tight little pussy, and you’re gonna take all of it like my good little wife aren’t you?” his hand began to slap your clit, making a broken moan slip past your swollen lips. “yesss kenny m’gonna take it all i promise!” you cried, aching to feel the warmth of his cum inside you.

“fuck fuck fuck goddammit,” kento let out a guttural moan right in your ear, his cock throbbing as he pumped his cum into you. there was so much. so much it began to slip down his cock and onto the bed. he was about to pull out but you quickly stopped him, wanting to stay like this for just a little while longer. “can i at least turn you around so i can look at you?” he hummed , giving your shoulder a gentle kiss.

you nodded and nanami slowly pulled out making you whimper before turning your body so you were facing him. he pulled you tightly against his chest mumbling praises on top of praises in your ear while he carefully pushed himself back inside you, moaning softly.

“so how’d you like it my love,” he grinned nudging your nose with his. you lifted your head up and cradled his face in your hands, pressing your foreheads together. “that was so. fucking. good. rest up while you can because you’re gonna fuck me like that again tonight!” you giggled, purposely clenching around his now soft cock. kento hissed, squeezing his eyes shut in sensitivity.

he’s probably created an even bigger monster in you but shit he wasn’t complaining!!!

btw peaches and coconut!eren fic coming soon!! i just wanted to get this out of my drafts *kiss kiss*

[linoxpudding]

Weekend Errands- Lee Felix

summary: a little grocery trip on the weekend with your little family

pairing: lee felix x fem!reader

genre: fluff, married with kids

word count: 1086 words

a/n: a little dad!felix drabble as per request ♡

Dad!SKZ Masterlist

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The Kids: Eldest Daughter (Yuna - 5 years old) and Youngest Daughter (Emma - 3 years old)

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The sun was shining gently over the driveway as Felix buckled Yuna into her car seat, her little legs kicking excitedly. It was a slow, golden weekend afternoon, and you and Felix decided to take the girls out for a quick grocery run.

"Daddy, can we get strawberries today?" she asked, her pigtails bouncing as she wriggled in her seat.

Felix chuckled, securing her seatbelt snugly. "Of course, princess. We'll get all the strawberries you want."

Meanwhile, you were wrangling your youngest daughter, Emma, into her car seat on the other side, her tiny hands clutching her favorite stuffed bunny.

"Mommyyy," she lisped, "after groceries can we have ice cweam?"

You smiled, smoothing her hair back. "We'll see, baby."

Once both girls were secured, you and Felix climbed into the front seats. Felix reached over to squeeze your hand quickly before starting the car. The car ride started with giggles as you queued up the Frozen soundtrack. As you pulled out of the driveway, the speakers filled with the opening notes of "Let It Go."

Yuna immediately belted out, "Let it gooo, let it goooo—can't hold it back anymore!"

Emma, not to be left out, shouted along a few beats late, "LET GO, LET GO!"

You and Felix burst out laughing, joining in to make it a full family performance. Felix laughed so hard he had to wipe his eyes at a red light.

"We need to start a family band, babe," he joked, reaching over to squeeze your knee.

"Only if you promise not to do the beatboxing again," you teased back, and he gasped dramatically.

"How dare you insult my skills!"

Yuna piped up from the backseat, "Daddy, you're very good at beatboxing!"

"See?" Felix said, grinning triumphantly at you.

The rest of the drive to the mall was filled with songs, giggles, and the sound of Felix making silly sound effects every time the girls demanded it.

"Daddy, make a choo-choo train sound!" Emma giggled as Felix happily complied.

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At the grocery store, Yuna insisted on pushing the kiddie cart with the car-shaped front, while Emma demanded to ride in it like royalty.

You walked alongside Felix, tossing things into the cart as Yuna proudly pointed at a shelf. "We need apples, Mommy!"

"Good eye, lovie," you said, tossing a few into her cart.

Emma clapped delightedly. "Apples for me!"

At one point, while you were reaching for a box of cereal, Felix leaned in and kissed your cheek, whispering, "You're the prettiest grocery shopper here."

You laughed, shoving his chest playfully. "Stop distracting me, we need yogurt!"

You continued through the aisles putting mutiple cereal boxes in the cart. The girls bickered lightly over which yogurt flavor to get — Emma wanted blueberry, Yuna wanted strawberry — so you and Felix made an executive decision to get both.

"Teamwork makes the dream work!" Felix said, high-fiving Yuna.

As you made your way toward the checkout, Yuna suddenly gasped and pointed excitedly at the small flower stand by the entrance. Before either of you could react, she darted over, her little sneakers pattering against the floor. You and Felix hurried after her, exchanging amused glances.

Yuna carefully scanned the colourful bouquets before her eyes lit up. She reached out and gently picked a bundle of soft pink roses, cradling them in her tiny arms.

Turning around with a proud smile, she held the flowers up toward Felix and said sweetly, "Daddy, can we get these for Mommy? She's as pretty as these flowers."

Felix’s heart melted instantly. He crouched down to Yuna’s level, ruffling her hair gently. "Of course, princess," he said, glancing over at you with a warmth in his eyes that made your heart flutter. "Mommy definitely deserves the prettiest flowers."

You couldn't help but smile, feeling tears prickling the corners of your eyes as you watched your little family — your whole world — standing there, wrapped up in so much love.

*********

After checkout, arms full of bags, you loaded everything into the car. As you buckled the girls in again, Yuna chirped, "Noww ice cream?"

Emma nodded eagerly, her cheeks rosy from excitement. "Pwease Mommy!"

You and Felix exchanged a look — how could you say no to those faces?

"Alright," Felix said grandly, "one ice cream stop coming right up!"

At the ice cream shop, Yuna eagerly chose a rainbow sprinkle cone, while Emma clumsily licked at a small cup of chocolate, getting it all over her chin. Felix went for a butterscotch cone, and you ordered your favorite flavor in a crisp waffle cone. Felix also ordered a huge sundae "to share," though you knew he and Yuna would end up eating most of it.

The four of you sat on a bench outside, the late afternoon sun warming your backs, ice cream drips everywhere, and pure happiness filling the air. Felix sneakily wiped a smear of chocolate off Emma's nose with a napkin and kissed her forehead, making her giggle.

Felix leaned close to you, resting his head gently on your shoulder. The girls, caught up in their own conversation, began chattering amongst themselves.

Felix smiled at their banter before murmuring softly, his voice almost a whisper, "You know... I look at them, and I just think, 'We made this. We made this family.' And it makes me love you even more."

Your heart melted completely. You turned to him, smiling so wide it hurt. "I love you, Felix."

He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and kissed you slowly, sweetly, like there was no one else in the world.

Emma shrieked suddenly, "Yucky kisses!"

You both laughed against each other’s mouths.

*********

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky pink and purple as you loaded two very sleepy girls into their car seats once again.

Felix adjusted Emma’s little bunny under her arm before climbing in. Minutes into the drive, Yuna yawned hugely.

"Tired, princess?" Felix asked, glancing back through the mirror.

"Mm-hmm..." came her tiny voice.

Soon, both girls were knocked out, their breathing soft and even.

You reached across the console to intertwine your fingers with Felix's, your wedding rings clinking softly together.

He glanced over at you with a smile so full of love it made your heart squeeze. He then brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles without taking his eyes off the road.

You sighed contentedly, leaning your head against the window, the perfect day wrapping around you like a cozy blanket.

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[xislyns]

Jealousy? pftt Me?

characters : Hiken No Ace , Trafalgar D. Water Law , Roronoa Zoro , Vinsmoke Sanji

summary : each person has their own moment of harmless jealousy. Their emotions might be justified, but the way they show their jealousy is nothing short than adorable ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

[possibly a bit ooc for law's whoops]

op masterlist : 𐙚🧸ྀི // my asks are open! :3

TRAFALGAR D. WATER LAW

You were laughing at one of Penguin and Shachi’s jokes in the Polar Tang’s dining hall, your hand playfully nudging at Shachi’s shoulder. Across the room, Law sat quietly , his golden eyes narrowing slightly.

Later, when you found him in his office, he barely looked up from his paperwork. “What do you want?” he asked, his tone more harsh than usual.

You crossed your arms, a small smile playing on your lips. “You seemed upset earlier.”

“I’m not upset” he muttered, scribbling something on a piece of paper.

You stepped closer, placing your hands on the desk and leaning forward into the table. “Law. Love,Were you jealous?”

His pen froze, and he finally looked up at you. “who do you take me for ___-ya ? i would not get jealous at something like that ” he said coldly, even though he said that, his slightly flushed face cant lie

You smiled, walking around the desk to stand beside him. you turned his chair around to face you. His head now is slightly turned up , looking into your eyes “You know, they’re just friends to me." you started, "i only laugh like that around them because they’re ridiculous. but With you… it’s different,”

“Different how?” he asked, his voice softening. and his furrowed brows slightly relaxing.

“Because with you, it’s real.” You bent down slightly to match eye level with law whos sitting on his chair , and you pressed a kiss to his cheek, and he let out a small sigh, a tiny smile tugging at his lips, content with your awnser.

VINSMOKE SANJI

You were buying supplies on an island when the vendor handed you a flower, "here m'lady, this flower would compliment your sweet smile, on the house of course" the vendor said , Before you could respond, Sanji appeared at your side in an instant, eyes turned into hearts at the sight of you .

“My darling ___! you shouldn’t have to settle for a simple flower!” he exclaimed, gently taking the flower and tucking it into your hair with a dazzling smile. “Your beauty deserves a whole garden, one as radiant as you my love !”

The vendor chuckled awkwardly, moving a step back under Sanji’s intense gaze. You couldn’t help but laugh, intertwining Sanji’s arm with yours as he dramatically swept you away.

“Sanji, were you jealous ?”

He gasped, clutching his chest as if you’d wounded him. “Me? Jealous? Never! I simply refuse to let anyone else try to charm you when I’m here to shower you with love and adoration!”

You giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Well, you’re the only one I want anyway.”

PORTGAS D. ACE

You were chatting with Marco on the deck of the Moby Dick, laughing at one of his stories when you noticed Ace leaning against a nearby rail. His arms were crossed, and his freckled cheeks were puffed slightly in what could only be described as an adorable pout.

Marco caught the look too and smirked. “Looks like someone’s getting a little toasty over there.”

Before you could respond, Ace marched over, his freckled face flushed not from the sun, but from jealousy. “Hey, Marco,” he said, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. “Why don’t you find someone else to pester?”

Marco chuckled and held up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. She’s all yours, hotshot.”

Ace turned to you, his hand rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Wanna go for a walk? Just the two of us?”

You smiled, taking his hand. “Ace, Were you jealous?”

“Me? No way!” he said, trying his best to look tough, though his red cheeks betrayed him. “I just… wanted to spend time with you, that’s all.”

RORONOA ZORO

You were sparring with one of the crew members, your laughter ringing out as your opponent stumbled backward dramatically, pretending to lose. Zoro watched from the sidelines, his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

After you finished, you walked over to him, wiping sweat from your brow. “Did you see that? I actually got better!”

Zoro grunted, looking away. “Yeah. Sure.”

“Are you okay?” you asked, tilting your head.

He sighed and looked at you, “You don’t need to spar with them. If you want to get stronger, you can train with me.”

“Aw, zorooo , were you jealous?” you teased, stepping closer.

“Tch. Don’t be stupid,” he muttered, but when you laughed and leaned your head against his shoulder, he didn’t pull away and thats all you needed to know that he was.

[mashtatosworld]

lover boy(s)

summary: 'making plans in front of your partner but not inviting them prank'

[GD, TOP, D-LITE]

Kwon Jiyong (GD)

Jiyong was in the walk-in closet, flipping through hangers with a look of deep concentration. Every now and then, you could hear the rustle of fabric and the occasional mumble as he judged each outfit.

That was when you decided it was the perfect time.

On the bed you lay on your stomach, facing away from the closet, grabbing your phone and talking loud enough for him to hear.

"Yeah, let's do dinner and drinks - oh, and then maybe some shopping. Yeah! It’ll be so fun."

You heard the hangers stop clinking.

Jiyong had gone quiet.

Hooked.

You kept going, biting your lip to keep from laughing.

"Oh, Jiyong? No, no, he’s busy. I don’t think he’d wanna come anyway.”

Silence. Then -

A slow creak of the wardrobe door.

You glanced over your shoulder just in time to see Jiyong’s head peek out, his dyed hair slightly messy from changing clothes. His eyes narrowed, full of intrigue.

You turned your back to him again, continuing the fake conversation. “Yeah, just us! I can't wait.”

There was shuffling. Then, the soft patter of socked feet against the hardwood floor.

“Jagi.” His voice was closer now.

You ignored him.

A moment later - tug.

Jiyong’s hand wrapped around your ankle, giving it a gentle pull.

You almost lost it right then and there.

“Jagiya,” he whined, tugging again. “I want to come with you.”

You bit your lip, pretending to be too engaged in the phone call.

You squeaked as he gave it a firm tug, dragging you closer to the edge of the bed.

“Jiyong - ” you gasped, biting back a laugh as he pulled again, making you slide a little further.

“Jagi,” he whined, his grip tightening around your ankle. “Why can’t I come?”

You covered your mouth holding in a laugh.

Jiyong huffed dramatically, releasing your ankle before hurrying away.

You barely had time to process his retreat when he returned - striding across the room, holding something small and expensive-looking in his hands.

A mini Birkin bag.

Your jaw dropped.

He knew you’d been obsessing over that bag for weeks.

Jiyong smirked, holding it up like a prize as he casually paced back and forth in front of you, flashing it in your line of vision.

You completely forgot about the prank.

“Oh my god!” you shrieked, flinging your phone somewhere as you scrambled upright on the bed.

You reached your hand out for the bag, eyes wide with excitement - only for him to jerk it out of reach at the last second.

You blinked, confused. “Jiyong - ?!”

“Can I come?”

You threw your hands up. “I was just joking.”

He tsk’d, twirling the bag between his fingers. “Then say I can come.”

“Jiyong - ”

“No.” He held it further away. “Say it.”

You launched yourself from the bed at him.

Jiyong let out a startled laugh as you collided into his chest, nearly knocking him over. His arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, holding you steady.

You peppered his face with gratitude kisses, giggling between each one. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! Of course I'd have invited you."

You knew that he'd live inside your purse if he could.

His grip on you tightened, his smirk softening into something fond.

And with that, the prank was long forgotten.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Seunghyun (TOP)

You were lying in bed together when you decided to pull the prank. He was sat against the headboard, wrapped in a blanket and scrolling through Netflix to find a film to watch as you casually raised the phone to your ear.

“Hey y/f/n... what's up? Oh, you want to go out tonight?” you saw him from the corner of your eye shaking his head in protest. "That new club in town?"

He huffed and puffed, crossing his arms like a petulant child. You bit your lip and continued.

"It's ok, I'm not doing anything right now anyway."

Seunghyun pushed his head in front of your line of sight. "Am I invisible?"

You ignored him, pushing him away with a laugh. "I can be ready in twenty minutes."

That was all it took.

Without a word, Seunghyun dramatically unwrapped himself from the comfort his blanket and rolled.

Right on top of you.

A heavy oof left your lungs as his full weight pressed you into the mattress.

“Seunghyun - !”

Nothing. No reaction. Just a deep, satisfied sigh as he settled in, his head resting against your chest like a human sandbag.

You wriggled beneath him, your phone falling from your hand. “You’re crushing me!”

He hummed in response. Completely unfazed.

“Get up!” you whined, trying to shove at his shoulders. He didn’t budge.

Instead, he stretched out even more, making himself heavier, pinning you down completely.

“What?” he murmured, his voice lazy and calm. “I’m just getting comfortable.”

You squirmed. “Seunghyun - move!”

“You’re warm,” he mumbled, ignoring you entirely. “Good pillow.”

“I’m not a pillow!”

Another deep sigh.

“Shh,” he murmured, patting your arm like you were the one being unreasonable. “Just relax.”

“Relax?!” you wheezed. “I can't breathe!”

Still, nothing.

You could hear the smirk in his voice when he finally said, “Well, guess you’re not going out then.”

Oh, he was enjoying this.

You sighed, limbs going limp in defeat. “I hate you.”

He chuckled, nuzzling against you. “No, you don’t. Pillows aren't hateful. They're soft and smell nice."

He squished into you further, if that was even possible.

And just like that, your fate was sealed. Plans? Cancelled. Freedom? Denied. You were now officially a prisoner beneath the world’s heaviest (and smuggest) boyfriend.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Daesung (D-Lite)

You’re sitting on the couch, scrolling through TikTok when you see another video about the 'making plans without your bf' trend. You like the post and decide to test it out on your too-sweet-for-his-own-good boyfriend, Daesung.

Casually, you stretch and say, “Ooh, y/f/n just messaged me. She said the girls are going to karaoke tonight - "

Before you can even clarify, Daesung’s head snaps up from his book.

“Karaoke!?” His whole face lights up, eyes practically sparkling with excitement.

You blink. “I - ”

But it’s too late. The book has been tossed to one side.

He’s up on his feet, racing to grab both your shoes before bouncing over to you, grinning ear to ear. “Babe! This is perfect! What should we sing first? Oh! We need warm-ups. Ok... that's fine we can do them in the car."

He then hurries to the kitchen but you can still hear him and the joy in his voice. "Do we have honey tea? Wait! Shall we do a duet?" He runs back into the room, his hair bouncing with his elevated movements. "Why are you still sitting?"

You stare at him, heart sinking, realising you’ve just doomed yourself to a night full of singing.

You were never actually going to karaoke.

But now… now you have to.

Because how could you possibly look at that huge, excited grin and tell him he’s not invited?

You force a smile. “Uh… of course! Karaoke! Let’s go…”

Daesung cheers, practically skipping to the door. He didn't even care that you were still in your matching tracksuits and crocs.

You sigh, shooting a quick text to your friends.

guys. help. i messed up. anyone up for karaoke tonight????

And then you follow your way-too-happy boyfriend out the door, mentally preparing yourself for a full three-hour concert… starring Daesung.

Yet you couldn't help but smile to yourself. His happiness was infectious.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

these boys... can't not love em

a little different from my usual but had the prank inspo from @topluvr ! go check out their fic too <3

taglist: @petersasteria, @mirahyun , @allthoughtsmindfull , @gdinthehouseee , @infinetlyforgotten , @redhoodedtoad , @kathaelipwse , @lxvemaze , @loveesiren , @sherrayyyyy , @getyoassoutthetrunk , @shieraseastarrs , @ctrldivinev

[milkbobatyun]

des fleurs pour vous — some flowers for you

pairing: neuvillette x reader

genre: fluff

summary: with a little bit of help, maybe neuvillette can win your heart

word count: 812

a/n: first post of the new year! hope everything goes well for everyone this year :D just an fyi that i might be posting less this year cus i'm in my final year of school ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! (it's gone by so fast oml) and i need to prepare for the exams ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ )

neuvillette who doesn’t understand why he feels so nervous when he sees you. to this ancient dragon of old, he cannot fathom the reason why his mouth dries up and his palms become sweaty. every time he catches sight of you, the corners of his mouth twitch up involuntarily. butterflies brew a storm in his stomach as his heart dances erratically in his chest.

neuvillette who confides in the melusines about the foreign illness that has befallen him. in front of neuvillette, the melusines assure him, promising to do their best to cure him of this sickness that leaves his face burning and his ears flushed with red.

the moment his intimidating figure leaves the room, the melusines are huddling with their heads close together, whispering and brainstorming ideas.

“monseiur neuvillette has fallen in love!” menthe gasps dramatically, her tiny paws covering. the other melusines fawn over the notion, covering their mouths with their little paws, swooning over the fantasies their imagination has created. they’re overjoyed that the impartial iudex has found his other half, but without their help, this romance was heading nowhere.

after countless brainstorms and head whacks later, the melusines have a fool-proof plan. operation fleurs, they called it.

neuvillette who begins to think that he is losing his mind or getting too old for the job when he finds leaflets of local florist shops hidden between the legal files. when he’s pulling out books to consult, torn pages of various romance novels fall out, all citing love confessions, with one book on his desk even being swapped to “how to confess your love 101”.

neuvillette who after much coaxing from the melusines, decides to sit down at his desk, face impassive as he struggles to write a letter to convey his feelings. the melusines are ready to slam their heads on the table as they painfully watch the chief justice, who can hand down sanctions and orders without a moment of hesitation, is now terrified as he hopelessly stares at the blank pages, praying to the archons that he can express his feelings properly.

neuvillette who writes you such a formal letter stating that he wishes to meet you, that when you received it, you feared for the worst. as you stand beside the fontaine of lucine, anxiety gnaws at your stomach. did you do something wrong? were you about to lose your lawyer license? such thoughts chased each other in your mind, a silent mantra of your worst nightmares.

neuvillette who is so nervous about talking to you that he’s secretly mapping out 476 different escape routes and praying to the hydro archon that maybe today, at this exact moment, furina needs him for an urgent meeting.

your stomach drops when you see what could be described as neuvillette marching towards you, face set and stern, his arms held behind his back. somewhere in the back of your mind, your humour tries to throw light on the moment, silently commenting on how he looks like an old man eith his stance.

neuvillette, whose throat has dried up in fear and from the nerves that he has to awkwardly cough, but you’re so wound up by what is going on and end up jumping to conclusions, so you immediately begin bowing profusely and muttering apologies for some phantom mistake that you made.

neuvillette who gets so flustered he doesn't know what to respond and is reassuring you that you’re not in trouble. the melusines, who are very well hidden behind some bushes, are about to resort violence after hearing the both of you apologise to each other for the 500th time that day.

the melusines end up so frustrated with neuvillette’s lack of courage that they pop out from behind the bush and expose him to the whole of fontaine (there was only two other people there at the time)

a loud shout pierces through the tranquil barble of the fountain. 

“OH MY ARCHONS, HES SO STUPIDLY IN LOVE WITH YOU HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO FUNCTION WHEN HE SEES YOU!”

the outburst from the usually softly spoken and quiet melusines leaves the two of you in stunned silence. your face is one of confusion as you point to yourself, as though trying to confirm what your ears heard. 

when you look from the melusines to neuvillette to double check, scarlet red has coated his ears, warmth exploding over his face. hiding his face behind in embarrassment, neuvillette clears his throat before unveiling the bouquet of flowers he had hidden behind his back.

“well, it seems we started off with the wrong impressions, i sincerely wish that you forgive me for this. human emotion is…so difficult to grasp, but i believe this human tradition of giving flowers is meant to express… love? thus, i do hope that you may present me with the chance to court you?”

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∧,,,∧ ( ̳• · • ̳)  © curated with love by milkbobatyun 2025 / づ ♡

[sparklestormandsoda]

Throwing this idea your way. But Polytrix x a certified dumbass of a reader.

Like biggest himbo ever (it’s part of their charm). Huntrix keeps dropping hints they wanna date Reader. But Reader is so oblivious to it. Like Huntrix takes them out on dates and reader is just “thanks for inviting me on this platonic outing :D” or the girls will regularly give Reader flowers & gifts and Reader is all “Wow. This is so sweet and excessive. Probably super normal friend stuff for famous people.” and they keep missing the increasingly and blatantly obvious signs, until the girls have to spell it out to them that they’re trying to date the Reader.

It started with flowers.

Not one bouquet. Not two. Not even three. No, it was a rotation schedule. Mira gave you sunflowers. Zoey gave you tulips. Rumi handed you deep red roses with baby's breath.

Every week. Without fail.

“Wow,” you said one day, arms full of blooms as you struggled to balance the door open to your apartment. “You girls are so thoughtful! Is this, like, a celebrity thing? Idol flower etiquette?”

Mira stared at you like you'd grown a second head. Zoey actually choked on her smoothie. Rumi blinked twice and said slowly, “Yes. A very… exclusive form of etiquette.”

“Cool,” you grinned, absolutely none the wiser. “I love idol customs!”

Then came the ‘platonic hangouts.’ At least, you called them that.

Rooftop picnics under fairy lights? “Such a chill friend vibe!”

Zoey holding your hand as you crossed a crowded street? “Thanks, Zo, I’m such a klutz!”

Mira letting you nap with your head in her lap while she played with your hair? “Mira, you’re the best cuddle buddy. You should charge for this.”

Rumi literally pulled you onto a yacht once and said, “I wanted to be alone with you. Just us. No cameras.”

You blinked at her, snack in hand. “You should try Airbnb next time, they have private rooftops now.”

Rumi just stared at you for five full seconds and said, “…I’m going to walk off the side of this boat.”

The group chat was chaos.

Huntrix Group Chat: Zoey: I kissed her cheek. She said "love that for us" and walked away. Mira: I SANG A LOVE SONG INTO HER EAR AND SHE SAID “what a lovely lullaby wow” Rumi: I held her face in my hands and said “you’re mine.” She patted my arm and said “you’re so dramatic” Zoey: I’m gonna die. Mira: Same. Rumi: Emergency meeting.

So, one fateful night, the girls invited you to the studio after hours. You brought snacks. And matching friendship bracelets you made yourself, because you’re literally the best best-friend they could ever have.

You found them sitting together, serious expressions on their faces. Zoey looked like she was about to burst into tears. Mira was pale. Rumi’s jaw was tight.

You tilted your head. “You guys good? Did someone forget a deadline? Or like someone die? Because that’s kind of what it looks like—”

Rumi stood. “We love you.”

You blinked. “Oh my god,” you whispered.

All three girls held their breath.

You gasped. “You do love my new hair! I knew the layers were working!”

Mira groaned and covered her face. Zoey actually hit the wall with her head. Rumi stormed over, grabbed your face, and kissed you.

Hard. Full on. Zero room for confusion.

She pulled back and stared you down.

You blinked again. “Okay. So. I might be dumb. But I think you’re… trying to tell me something.”

“Yes!” all three shouted.

Zoey stood, hands flying. “We’ve been trying to date you! All three of us! For months!”

“We took you on literal dates!” Mira cried.

“We seduced you with gift baskets and longing stares,” Rumi snapped.

“Oh,” you said slowly, like someone just explained 2+2 and it finally clicked. “Ohhh. You guys were flirting. This whole time.”

They all looked like they wanted to scream. Or kiss you. Or both.

You rubbed the back of your neck. “So… if I said I also maybe kind of have liked you all for a while, but I thought I wasn’t cool enough or rich enough to be anything but your dorky sidekick, would that—?”

Zoey tackled you in a hug before you finished the sentence. Mira joined next, practically climbing on top of both of you, and Rumi just buried her face in your neck and groaned, “Thank the gods. I was about to write a PowerPoint.”

You laughed, arms full of idol girlfriends. “This is the best platonic cuddle pile ever.”

Three heads whipped up.

You grinned. “Joking. Joking. I get it now. You’re my girlfriends. My very hot, famous, terrifyingly cool girlfriends.”

“You’re lucky we love dumbasses,” Mira muttered.

“I think I’m the luckiest dumbass ever,” you beamed.

ya girls broke and living off of monster energy so anything in general helps- Buy me a coffee <3

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[lauvsamara]

────⟢ TRAFALGAR D. WATER LAW: Just the assistant

⊹ Fluff

⊹ Trafalgar D. Water Law x Fem!Reader

⊹ Word count: 544

જ⁀➴ In which, A minor injury turns into a major win when Law reluctantly patches you up.

You hiss under your breath, pulling your finger back from the stack of medical charts. The thin line blooms red.

“Seriously?” you mutter. “From paperwork?”

Law doesn’t look up from his seat at the desk. “If you’re bleeding out, try not to do it on my notes.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “You’re the doctor. You fix it.”

He finally glances up, clearly unimpressed. “You’re my assistant. You fix it.”

You hold up your finger like a tragic exhibit. “I’m incapacitated.”

Law leans back slightly in his chair, arms crossing over his chest. “You’re being dramatic.”

“It’s gushing,” you say. “I might faint.”

“It’s barely pink.”

You gasp, offended. “Wow. Remind me never to get mortally wounded around you.”

“You wouldn’t last long anyway,” he mutters, pushing up from his chair. “You talk too much to stay stealthy.”

You grin, victorious. “Aha, so you do care.”

“I care about the blood dripping on my floor.”

He retrieves the first aid kit from a cabinet with methodical efficiency, like patching up paper cuts is just another Tuesday on the Polar Tang. You hop up to sit on the exam bed, legs swinging as he approaches.

When he stands in front of you, there’s a quiet moment — the usual hum of the submarine in the background, rain pattering faintly on the outer hull, and the soft rustle of gauze in his hands. His fingers brush yours as he takes your hand, and you try not to overreact.

It’s nothing. Just bandaging. Just Law being Law.

Except he’s surprisingly gentle.

“You really are bleeding,” he mutters, dabbing at your finger.

“Told you,” you whisper.

You feel his eyes on you. Not annoyed. Just quiet. Measuring.

He wraps the bandage slowly, thumb brushing over your knuckle to press it in place. His hand lingers.

“Thanks, Doc,” you say, softer now.

Law exhales through his nose. Almost a laugh, maybe. “You’re welcome.”

You hop down, but don’t step away.

And he doesn’t either.

You're close. Not touching, but close enough that the air feels warmer. His hand is still halfway raised. Yours still tingles from where he held it.

You glance down at your finger, now wrapped in pristine white gauze like some noble war wound.

Then, with the most serious face you can manage, you look up at him.

“So… do I get a lollipop or a sticker?”

Law blinks at you.

Dead silence.

You raise your brows expectantly.

He exhales through his nose — a soft huff, barely there, but the closest thing to a laugh you’ve heard from him all week.

Without a word, he turns, strides back to his desk, rummages through the top drawer… and tosses something over his shoulder.

You catch it on reflex.

A round sticker, slightly crumpled, printed with a cartoon polar bear in a doctor’s coat giving a thumbs-up.

“Great Job!”

You look at the sticker. Then at him.

“You’re kidding.”

“I confiscated it from Bepo,” he mutters, not meeting your eyes. “Figured you’d earn it first.”

You grin so hard it hurts. “You’re such a softie.”

“Don’t start rumors,” he warns.

You peel the backing off and slap the sticker onto your shirt with pride.

Too late.

The rumor’s already true!

AN: okay i’ll start my request now

[magikdarkholme]

ooohhh ok hear me out…what abt joaquin and reader at like a arcade or fair and they make a bet on how many tickets/prizes they can win. just fluff galore yknow!!

(ps this is tea—tumblr won’t let me ask on my other acct.😭😭)

— Ringpops and Clawmachines

pairing - Joaqín Torres x fem gf!reader

summary — Joaquin and gf!reader go on an arcade date. Maybe J lets her win, or maybe reader is just better at him (its the latter)

warnings - pure fluff!!!, established relationship,

notes — i forgot i had this in my drafts so im finally posting lolll!!! here you go tea :) hope this is what you wanted bb <3

masterlist

You barely stepped one foot onto the fairgrounds before Joaquín was tugging your hand, eyes sparkling like he was a kid again.

“Arcade first,” he said with mock urgency. “Before the cotton candy coma sets in.”

You laughed, fingers laced tightly with his. “Are you trying to distract me before I destroy you in ticket count again?”

“Destroy me?” he gasped. “Mi amor, you got lucky last time.”

“Lucky? I outscored you in Skee-Ball and beat your sorry butt at air hockey.”

“That was a technical glitch,” he muttered. “The puck had a vendetta.”

You leaned up to kiss his cheek. “Excuses, Torres. Just admit your defeat like a good boyfriend.”

He made a dramatic show of being wounded before shoving a game card into your hand. “Fine. Rematch. Same deal. Winner gets bragging rights and gets to pick the prize we take home.”

You squinted at him. “Loser buys snacks?”

“Obviously.”

You bumped shoulders. “Hope you brought your wallet, flyboy.”

The arcade glowed with neon lights, the air full of the beeps, buzzes, and explosions of pixelated warfare. You and Joaquín hit every game like a mission: Skee-Ball, Whack-a-Mole, hoops, racing sims. He tried to look all serious and tactical, squinting like he was on an actual op—but every time you glanced over, he was grinning.

He absolutely flopped at the claw machine. Again.

“Why is it always this one?” he asked, staring at the stuffed banana plushie that had slipped from the claw’s grip at the last second. “I had it.”

You giggled. “It knew you weren’t ready for the responsibility of banana parenthood.”

He snorted, bumping your hip with his. “One more try.”

He failed. Again.

“Babe, I think the claw hates me.”

“It’s okay,” you teased, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I love you enough for both of us.”

He melted right there, smile softening as he kissed your forehead. “That’s not fair. You can’t say cute things in the middle of my emotional downfall.”

At the basketball hoops, he bounced back. Literally.

He landed every shot with precision, flexing like a goof and mouthing, “Get on my level,” while you booed dramatically and tried to sabotage him with a tickle to the ribs.

At Dance Dance Revolution, it was chaos.

He was all limbs, bouncing to the beat like a man possessed, while you tried to keep up through gasps of laughter. The machine awarded you a “C” and him a “D,” which sparked a very loud (and extremely incorrect) debate about the scoring algorithm.

“Clearly rigged,” he said, hands on his hips.

“You fell off the pad twice.”

“I was giving the crowd a show!”

“No one was watching except that four-year-old eating popcorn.”

“He was watching respectfully.”

Eventually, you both collapsed onto a bench near the prize booth, game cards drained, ticket stacks stuffed in your pockets, sleeves, and your tote bag.

Joaquín slumped beside you, leaning his head against your shoulder.

“Okay,” he murmured. “Tally time. You ready to admit defeat?”

You pulled out your ticket pile and laid it on your lap. “Count 'em, Torres.”

He stared. Then groaned. “Nooo.”

You grinned. “What’s the damage?”

He held up his smaller pile, dramatically tossing a few on the ground. “By like sixty! This is sabotage.”

“You picked the Dance Dance game.”

“And you picked my heart,” he sighed, collapsing sideways across your lap.

You laughed, brushing a hand through his hair. “Nice try, but that’s not getting you out of funnel cake duty.”

“Worth a shot,” he mumbled, turning just enough to kiss your stomach lightly before sitting up again. “Alright, what prize do we want, champ?”

You both ended up choosing a pair of matching plush dogs and some candy rings for the walk home. He made a whole thing out of fake-proposing to you with a ring pop in front of the booth attendant, who gave you both a slow clap and a sarcastic “congrats.”

“Next time, real ring,” Joaquín whispered to you as you walked away, slinging his arm over your shoulders. His voice was soft now, warmer than the summer breeze around you.

Your heart did a whole somersault, but all you said was, “Only if it comes with more cotton candy.”

“Done.”

[amoreva]

Hiii can u do a Luke or Clarisse (either one) x child of Dionysus! Reader and like they sneak off to make out or SMT AND DIONYSUS catches them AND GIVES THEM THE TALK and it’s funny and embarrassing for them

(Thank you if you do make this!!)

THE TALK

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pairing: luke castellan x daughter of dionysus!reader

summary: your father gives you the talk, after he catches luke and you sneaking around

warnings: innuendo?, making out, dionysus dramatics

a/n: let’s pretend ep 8 of pjo didn’t happen. ngl brainrotting to luke and swan lake op 20 act 1

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Dionysus paced around in front of the two of you. His Hawaiian shirt catching wind. Luke was trying (and failing) to hide the grin. It was quite amusing to see a God worry about something like this.

Dionysus was muttering something to himself. You caught wind of your father talking about “Chiron” and “the talk” and he was so confused on where to start.

You grimaced just knowing this wouldn’t end well. “Dad, please…” You helplessly plead not to even start this conversation.

“No, no! I must.” Dionysus spoke and put his hands up in discontent. He leaned against his little desk in the Big House.

“Do you know how betrayed I feel!?”

Luke smiled as he helped you down the steps of Cabin 12. A stupid lovey-dovey grin on both of your faces as you interlaced hands and ran across camp. It was as if you were normal mortal teenagers rather than half-bloods.

You trek through the forest used for the Capture the Flag, running along the river which lead to the lake. Every so often, Luke stopped to steal a kiss from you. You two had not seen each other all day because of counselor duties.

“Luke—!” You giggled after he stole yet another kiss.

“You’ve deprived me of affection, love.” Luke joked and held your hands. He walked backwards into a clearing. You reached the lake. It was usually used for canoeing, swimming and Capture the Flag (as well as romantic rendezvous). “How was I supposed to sleep without seeing you?”

Luke took of the jacket he was wearing so you could sit without getting sand on your pajamas. The waves of the lake seeped into the sand by your feet. Luke and you sharing portions of his jacket so you both won’t get dirty.

“I did retire to my cabin without giving you a good night kiss.” You joked your hand came to rest on Luke’s cheek.

“What a terrible girlfriend.” Luke hummed and lips in to kiss your lips. You breathed through your nose. Fireworks exploded in your stomach as you and Luke kissed, pushing each back ever so slightly, but not letting go.

Your other hand went to cup his face fully. Sweet nothings heard here and there as he pulled back for air just to dive back in.

You can’t help but lose yourself in him.

It’s always him.

You can’t help it. When he looks like that, treats you like this and has a reputation of that— you can’ help it.

“Luke…”

“Mm…”

“Hi!” Mr. D shined a flashlight on both of you. His hand on his hip. Luke and you break apart and block the shiny light from your eyes. “So…you both get bathroom duty for…three months—”

Before Mr. D could even dish out punishment, he gasps. He gasps so dramatically you think he sucked all the oxygen from the world.

“I know.” Your dad stated firmly. His flare for dramatics makes you want to roll your eyes. “I know that is not my daughter kissing a boy.”

“Betrayed?”

You exclaim. Your face contorting into disbelief and surprise. You leg stopped bouncing as you stare at your father.

“Yes. Betrayed that my own—” Dionysus feigns his tears. A hand over his heart as if he is going to a parental crisis. “My own daughter!” His voice shaky.

“With all due respect Mr. D—” Luke spoke up.

“I’m not talking to you!” Dionysus exclaimed and crouched to his knees in front of you.

He turns on the fake waterworks. “You’re growing up! Which means…you’ll be discovering things that make you—”

Luke and you cringe. “Dad!” You cried out, disgusted with what he was trying to imply. Mr. D’s act drops. He stood up and leaned on his table. “Look, you two are young and Chiron was telling me to man up and have like a sex talk—”

“Dad!” You stood up, grabbing Luke’s hand. You storm out of there, listening to your father yell phrases like “be safe when you’re with him!” or “That’s four–no five months on bathroom duty!”

You face was as red as the strawberries growing in the field. Luke laughed quietly at your embarrassment, though he himself was embarrassed.

“Hey. You heard your father. Be safe with me.” Luke teased and grabbed your waist. He turned you around to face him.

“Luke—please, that was already embarrassing enough.” You spoke flustered.

“So…” Luke dragged out with a small smile. He leaned in towards your face, lips centimeter away from yours. “Next time. We won’t get caught. Can’t suffer another talk again, can we?”

Luke pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.

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[theodorenmyth]

Idk how far into One piece you are. But maybe something fluffly with like Law where reader is playing with his hands because they love his tattoos. And then maybe later Law finds the reader painted their hands like a fake tattoo and just messing around in the mirror. Preferably with a male reader but gn is ok too

Anyways this is the first time I've done this but i absolutely love your writing so much and hope you have a good day!!

Ink and Imitation

Pairings ; Trafalgar D. Water Law x M!Reader

Summary ; You were fascinated by Law’s tattoos, you spend time tracing them while sitting between his legs, dramatically declaring your admiration. Inspired, you sneak off to the bathroom to recreate his tattoos on yourself using ink, striking dramatic poses in the mirror while pretending to be the next Surgeon of Death. Unfortunately, Law catches you mid-performance, unimpressed but amused. After teasing you for misspelling ‘DEATH’ as ‘DEATN,’ he effortlessly flusters you with a kiss before smugly walking away. Despite the embarrassment, you’re still convinced you *totally* pulled it off.

A/N ; I loved writing this so much :3 enjoy bb!

warnings ; none

word count ; 1.2k+

The Polar Tang had its moments of chaos, but right now, it was peaceful. Warm light filled Law’s quarters as you sat comfortably between his legs, your back pressed against his chest. His arms rested loosely at his sides, medical journal in one hand while the other lay freely in your grasp. You were utterly fascinated with it.

“You know,” you mused, running your fingers over his knuckles, “I think your hands might be my favorite thing about you.”

Law hummed, flipping a page. “Not my intelligence? My leadership? My life-saving surgical skills?”

You scoffed dramatically. “Ugh, those are so expected. What, am I supposed to be impressed that you can rearrange someone’s insides like a Rubik’s Cube?”

“I would hope so,” he deadpanned.

You ignored him, gently stretching out his fingers before tracing the bold ‘DEATH’ tattooed across them. “These hands tell a story. They’re calloused, strong—capable of destruction, but they’re also careful, precise. They save lives.” You sighed wistfully, resting your cheek against his arm. “Tragic, poetic, effortlessly cool… If you weren’t already my boyfriend, I’d propose on the spot.”

Law snorted. “So dramatic.”

“I’m not dramatic, I’m appreciative.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

You grinned, pressing a quick kiss to the back of his hand before continuing your inspection. Your fingers trailed down to the intricate tattoo covering his wrist and forearm, tracing the thick, circular patterns.

“These must’ve hurt,” you murmured.

Law tilted his head slightly, his eyes flicking down to watch you. “Not as much as you’d think.”

You gasped, clutching his arm like you were hearing a scandalous secret. “You mean you didn’t shed even one tear?”

He smirked. “No.”

You placed a hand over your chest, shaking your head. “The strength. The sheer willpower.”

“You’re insufferable,” he said, but his lips twitched in amusement.

Your fingers stilled as an idea struck you. A ridiculous, impulsive, absolutely necessary idea.

"Law," you said, voice suddenly serious. "What if I got tattoos just like yours?"

He blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“I’m serious!” You held up your hands, flexing your fingers. “Imagine us standing side by side, matching tattoos, striking fear into our enemies. We'd be unstoppable. Iconic."

Law stared at you for a moment before exhaling through his nose, returning to his book. "You're not getting my tattoos."

"Why not?" you whined, flopping back against his chest.

“Because you’d cry after five minutes.”

You gasped so loudly, it could’ve been heard across the Grand Line. “Excuse me?!”

“You heard me.”

“You think I can’t handle it?” You sat up, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “I am a pirate, Law—I’ve been stabbed, thrown off ships, electrocuted by a Marine with an unfortunate Devil Fruit, and you think I’d cry over a tattoo?”

“Yes.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I hate that you’re probably right.”

Law chuckled under his breath, and before you could argue more, he lazily draped an arm around your waist, pulling you back against him. "Just stick to playing with mine," he murmured, pressing a kiss against the top of your head before turning a page.

You melted instantly. "Fine. But I will prove you wrong one day."

Later that night, you stood hunched over the bathroom counter, sleeves rolled up, face scrunched in concentration as you carefully painted ink onto your skin.

This was serious business.

You had "borrowed" some ink from the supply room, along with a fine brush, and you were currently painstakingly copying Law's tattoos onto your hands and forearms.

You'd return it later…

Maybe.

The knuckle tattoos were the easiest part, even though writing backwards in the mirror was a nightmare. The tribal patterns on his wrist and forearm? That was where the real challenge began.

You stuck out your tongue in deep focus as you worked on a particularly intricate swirl.

"Okay, okay, looking good so far," you muttered, nodding in approval. The only problem was that your non-dominant hand was absolutely not cooperating. The moment you tried painting the other side, the lines became crooked.

You groaned dramatically. "Why am I cursed with only one good hand?!"

Still, after about an hour of dedication and minor suffering, you stepped back to admire your work.

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, hands covered in ink, admiring your reflection like an artist marveling at their masterpiece.

It wasn’t perfect—your handwriting was a little crooked, and the lines on your forearms were messier than you’d hoped—but still, it looked cool. You flexed your fingers, grinning.

"Captain Y/N," you whispered to yourself, striking a pose. "Surgeon of Death 2.0."

You waved your hand dramatically. "Shambles!"

Nothing happened, obviously.

You tried again, this time with more enthusiasm. "Room!"

Still nothing.

You sighed. “Lame. Law makes it look so effortless.”

A slow clap echoed behind you.

You froze.

Turning your head ever so slowly, you found Law leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, face unreadable.

You opened your mouth. No words came out.

Law exhaled through his nose, stepping closer. "What," he said, reaching for your hand, "is this?"

"Admiration," you answered quickly, standing up straight. "Respect. Dedication to my captain. Love, even.”

His fingers traced the ink on your knuckles, eyes scanning your handiwork. “You misspelled ‘DEATH.’”

Your heart dropped. “You’re lying.”

Law turned your hand so you could see. The ‘H’ was slightly smudged, making it look like an ‘N.’

“…DEATN,�� you read aloud in horror.

Law’s smirk widened. “Truly intimidating.”

You groaned, dramatically leaning against him. “All my hard work… ruined.”

“Maybe if you actually got a real tattoo—”

“Don’t say it,” you warned, pointing a stained finger at him.

“—you wouldn’t have this problem.”

You pouted, but the warmth in his voice betrayed his teasing. "You're just jealous."

He quirked a brow. "Of what?"

"My natural artistic talent."

“Right.” He let go of your wrist, giving you a once-over. “You look ridiculous.”

“You’re just mad because I pull it off better than you.”

Law chuckled, shaking his head before gently wiping a smudge from your cheek. “Keep telling yourself that.”

You huffed. “You just wait, Trafalgar D. Water Law. One day, I will get a real tattoo, and then you’ll regret ever doubting me.”

Law leaned in, his voice barely above a murmur. “I’d never regret anything about you.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

Stupid. Infuriating. Unfairly attractive man.

Before you could formulate a response, he pressed a soft, lingering kiss against your forehead.

You blinked up at him, momentarily dazed, before remembering yourself. "Don’t think you can distract me with affection!" you huffed, even as your face burned.

Law smirked. “Seems to be working.”

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. "Ugh. You’re the worst.”

He patted your head like you were an annoying but beloved pet. “And yet, here you are.”

You sighed, giving in to your fate as his eternally bullied boyfriend. “You’re so lucky I love you.”

He chuckled. “Now,” he said, pulling away, “go wash your hands before you stain everything.”

Then, with one last smirk, he turned on his heel and walked away.

You stared after him, then looked back at your reflection.

Your fake tattoos looked awesome.

You let out a defeated groan, turning toward the sink.

He was so lucky you loved him.

[immortalityforthegoddess]

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠?

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫!

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃!

You had been ignoring Gitae for days now. Why? Because in your last fight he said you were a drama queen and over dramatic. He didn't even say sorry, so in return, you have ignored him.

At first gitae was amused by your little game, bat as the days continued he realized you really weren't gonna budge. He has tried telling jokes, making your breakfast and dinner, buying you expensive gifts, but nothing worked and he was fed up.

"Are you done playing this little fucking game with me, darling?", he said walking up behind you as you finished up the dishes. You were still mad so you go to walk past him when he grabbed your arm tightly.

"This is childish, enough is enough.", you ignore him and try breaking free. Wrong move.

Slamming you into the walll and pining your hands obove your head, "what the hell gitae! Let go of me asshole." You yell as he looked down at you with a bored expression. "Are you done?" He asked and you not willing to budge, "go fuck yourself.",

He smirked and looked down at your angry eyes.

"𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠?"

With that he bends down and forces you to look up at him as he kissed your lips, biting down making you gasp and slipping his tough in. He explored every inch of your mouth.

You felt the wetness between your legs as gitae's free hand went down to your waist. The kiss finally broke and you gasp as you tried to catch your breath, "finally going to speak to me love?".

Gitae asked, letting go of your hands as he held your waist. You glared at him without speaking, making gitae smirk once again, "I was hoping for that answear.", your confused as gitae efferlessy picked you up and slung you over his broad shoulder. He walked into your shared bedroom throwing you on the bed.

Walking over to you and looking down at your adorable, confused figure made his dick sore. In one swift move he ripped of your skirt and shirt. "G-GITAE!-", You freak as he fiddles with his belt. "you cussed this love so don't blame me.", finally getting his belt off and throwing it across the room. Unbuting his shirt and describing it carelessly.

Your legs were shut tight but he again effortlessly spread them, putting your panties to the side as he took his girth out. Your felt your walls tighten at the sight of his hard member. "G-gitae am sorr-", "it's too late for that now darling".

He climbs on top of you and begans roughly making out with you, as he ripped your bra off and your double D's spilling out. He broke the kiss and lined himself with your entrance. Slamming into you, "GITAE!~". You screamed as he thrusting in and out of you.

"You really think your gonna be bratty and get away with it darling?", he asked hitting your soft spot over and over making you scream and cry out of pain and pleasure. Looking down to see where you and him connect, seeing your pussy bleeding just made him harder inside your walls.

You felt a not form inside your stomach as he got bent down to play with your boobs. Pinching and biting them as he kept his in Hume pace of slaming in and out, your blood acting like lube for him.

"I ne-need to c-cum!~", "Now what makes you think am gonna let you do that?", he said picking up his pace, hitting your spot harder each time. Your walls riping them self's just to fit his member.

Tears streamed down your face as the not got bigger and the pleasure continued.

-

-

Gitae looked down at your body and couldn't help but chuckle. You were so used up by him.

You pussy swollen to the point it's puffy and bleeding, he could see growing around it as well. Your waist bruised form his grip on you, your boobs sore and bite marks along them. Your neck cover in different colors.

And to think this could have been ovoided if you had been a good girl and listened. One day you'll learn.

[writingduhh]

Ted request base d off you asking 😘

Idea, starting a tv series with Ted and accidentally watching an episode without him and confessing and he’s jokingly mad but not seriously mad

Thanks friendo!

So silly I love it

You Betrayed Me… With Netflix || Ted Nivison

The TV remote sat accusingly on the coffee table as Ted entered the living room, his eyes narrowing the second he saw you sitting on the couch with a guilty expression. He was holding two mugs of hot chocolate, the steam swirling lazily above the rims, but his cheerful demeanor shifted when he noticed the paused screen on the TV.

“Wait a second…” He set the mugs down on the table and leaned closer to the screen, squinting like he needed confirmation. “Is this… episode four?”

You froze. The tension in the air was palpable. “Uh… maybe?”

Ted gasped, clutching his chest like you’d physically wounded him. “You watched ahead? Without me?”

Your eyes darted around the room as if a plausible excuse would magically materialize. “Okay, listen. I can explain.”

“Oh, you’d better explain,” Ted said, plopping down next to you on the couch and crossing his arms. His expression was exaggeratedly stern, but you caught the faint twitch of amusement in his lips.

You groaned, pulling your knees up to your chest. “I was bored! You were at that meeting, and I just wanted to watch something. I didn’t mean to get so into it.”

“Uh-huh.” Ted leaned back, stroking his chin like a judge presiding over your trial. “And yet, here we are. My favorite show… our show… watched without me. Betrayal of the highest order.”

“It’s one episode, Ted,” you said, rolling your eyes but smiling despite yourself.

“One episode?” he repeated, eyes wide with mock horror. “Do you know how much emotional damage one episode can do? I’ve been looking forward to this all week!”

You held up your hands in surrender. “Okay, fine! I confess! I watched episode four. But in my defense, it was really good.”

Ted groaned dramatically, leaning forward to grab one of the mugs of hot chocolate. “You’re killing me, you know that? You’re lucky I love you, or I’d revoke your TV privileges entirely.”

“Oh, *you’d* revoke *my* TV privileges?” you asked, laughing as you nudged him with your elbow.

“That’s right,” he said, taking a sip and narrowing his eyes at you over the rim of the mug. “You’re on thin ice, partner.”

You grinned, deciding to push your luck. “Well, since the damage is already done, we could just watch episode five together.”

Ted gasped again, clutching his chest like he’d been shot. “Unbelievable. You don’t even feel bad about out it, do you? You’re just trying to get me to skip ahead with you!”

“I do feel bad!” you said, though your grin betrayed you. “But I mean… if you *really* think about it, I was just making sure it was good enough for us to keep watching. It’s quality control.”

Ted snorted, shaking his head. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“Maybe, but you still love me.”

He sighed dramatically, setting the mug back on the table. “Yeah, yeah. Against all odds, I do.” Then, he grabbed the remote and pointed it at the TV. “Fine. We’ll rewatch episode four, but only because I want to see what all the fuss is about. And,” he added, turning to you with a mischievous grin, “you’re not allowed to talk during it. No spoilers.”

“Deal,” you said, snuggling up to him as the episode started.

Ted wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he muttered, though his teasing smile didn’t fade for the rest of the night.

[friedchops]

Wifey Shoko 🩷…

18+ MDNI, WLW, gender neutral reader, panty sniffing?, puppy top reader. I feel like there’s not enough smut that isn’t enough bottom/sub Shoko <3

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The long hours at the hospital start to wear her down. She comes home late, exhausted and drained from the demanding work. You've noticed the toll it's taking on her both physically and mentally, and have tried to convince her to take it easier, to let you handle the financial responsibilities instead. But Shoko, being the stubborn person she is, refuses to listen to your pleas. She’ll sigh, pat your head, run her fingers through your hair while you’re on your knees, begging.

Tonight though, it’s drowning you. The apartment feels too quiet, too empty without her presence. You wander into the bedroom, your fingers trailing over the rumpled silk sheets where you last made love, still bearing the faint scent of Shoko's perfume - a heady mix of jasmine and mint that always leaves you craving more.

You bring the fabric to your nose, inhaling deeply as memories of her touch, kisses, soft moans echoing in the room. The aroma fills your lungs, transporting you back to the intimate moments you shared, the way her skin felt beneath your fingertips, the taste of her lips on yours. You glance at the clock. 8:35 p.m. She won’t be home ‘till 9:03.

A pang of longing shoots through you as you realize how much you miss her, not just her touch, but her laughter, her smile, the way her eyes crinkle when she laughs. You miss the way she makes you feel alive, desired, cherished. The silence of the bedroom feels deafening compared to the sound of her voice, the rhythm of her heartbeat as she held you close.

Now when she’s finally here—showered, soft, and warm in a thin tank top and those purple panties with the stupid little bow you’re obsessed with. The sight alone nearly knocks the air out of your lungs. You can’t help but crawl between her thighs, the comforting weight of her body beneath your cheek as you rest your head on her belly. Her skin smells like something else, faintly sweet—maybe the new lotion you bought her last week, though she teased you for insisting she needed it.

You close your eyes, inhaling deeply, the tension you didn’t realize you were carrying unraveling in her presence.

“Missed me that much?” Shoko murmurs, voice low and rasping from too many hours on her feet, and you hum in response, nuzzling against her.

“I can’t even begin to tell you,” you admit, your voice muffled against her skin. Her belly is so soft, pale and splattered with a few moles. One of her hands drifts to your hair, threading through it lazily. It’s soothing, grounding, and you let out a soft sigh.

Her fingers tug gently at your hair. “You’re so dramatic,” she says, but the fondness in her tone betrays her.

“Not dramatic. Devoted,” you shoot back, pressing a small kiss just above the waistband of her panties, grinning when you feel her stomach tense.

Her eyes roll, but her hand stays in your hair, holding you there like she doesn’t want you to move. You stay like that, content to breathe her in and feel the rise and fall of her tired, steady breaths.

And you really, really can’t help it. You nuzzle into the fabric of her panties, breathing in the scent of her as you try to calm yourself. She gasps but you can’t stop. It’s primal. You need her.

“Baby, I’ve missed you so much,” you plea, pressing a soft, open mouthed kiss over her clothed clit, a sense of contentment washing over you. Your hands stroke along her thighs soothingly as your mouth dampens the material.

"We don't have to do anything else. I just want to hold you, to be close to you like this,” you speak, cracking one eye open to look at her. Her brows are furrowed, lips having fallen open in a little ‘o’ shape.

“So sweet, darling,” she purrs as she guides your head, encouraging you to continue your ministrations. The scent of her arousal begins to mingle with the saliva, a heady, intoxicating aroma that makes your head spin with desire.

[brunettemarionette]

The dim glow of fairy lights strung haphazardly around Eddie's room was the only source of light, casting a golden sheen across his unruly curls and the mess of records and snack bowls scattered on the floor beside the bed.

Outside, the muffled sound of firecrackers punctuated the crisp Hawkins night, but in here, it was just the two of you.

Cross-legged on the worn-out carpet, Eddie was fiddling with his record player's needle. His face was scrunched in concentration, tongue poking out just slightly, as he mumbled something about getting the perfect soundtrack for midnight.

You sat on the bed, bare-legged, wearing one of his many band tees, the scent of him—leather, smoke, and something distinctly Eddie—wrapped around you like a hug.

"Almost there," he muttered, glancing up at you with that crooked grin that made your heart do that stupid little flip. "Can't have our first New Year's countdown together without a proper anthem. I'm thinking—something metal? Or…oh! What about ABBA?" He waggled his eyebrows dramatically.

You laughed, shaking your head. "Metal, obviously. You're Eddie Munson. If we're not headbanging into the new year, are we even doing it right?"

He feigned a gasp, clutching his chest. "You get me. Truly, you're a woman of taste and class." Then he pressed play, and Metallica's Fade to Black started pouring through the speakers, the heavy, melodic notes filling the tiny space.

As the seconds ticked closer to midnight, Eddie slid onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his lap with an ease that still made your cheeks flush.

His calloused fingers traced idle patterns on your arm, and his other hand held an almost-empty can of soda, which he'd declared was the 'official' champagne substitute.

"Alright, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice softer now, the playfulness giving way to something more genuine. "You got your resolutions ready?"

You tilted your head, pretending to think as you gave him a teasing grin. "Hmm, maybe. But I'm not telling you. Bad luck, remember?"

He chuckled, leaning closer, his breath warm against your ear as his chest pressed up against your back and you heard a subtle, sultry tone in his voice. "What if I guess?"

You turned to face him, noses almost brushing. "Alright, go ahead, Munson. Impress me."

He pretended to think for a moment, but his grin betrayed him. "You resolve to spend more time with me. And, uh, let me win at D&D sometimes."

"Let you win?" you teased, eyebrows raised, knowing that he purposely makes an easier campaign when you occasionally play with the gang. "You're the Dungeon Master."

"Details, details." He waved it off with mock seriousness before the countdown on the TV caught both of your attention, and he tapped your bare thigh, nodding to the screen.

"Ten!" You both chimed in with the voices on-screen.

"Nine!" Eddie's grip on your waist tightened slightly as he turned you flat on your back to lean over you.

"Eight!" His dark eyes searched yours, the mischievous glint replaced by something softer.

"Seven!" Your heart thudded in your chest, each beat louder than the last.

"Six!" His smile was quieter now, more tender.

"Five!" His hand slid up to cradle your cheek.

"Four!" You leaned into his touch, your own fingers curling into his t-shirt.

"Three!" The world outside seemed to fade, leaving just the two of you.

"Two!" His forehead pressed against yours, and you could feel his breath ghosting over your lips.

"One."

"Happy New Year," he whispered, closing the gap between you in a kiss that was soft and full of promise. The kind of kiss that made you think that maybe, just maybe, this year would be one worth remembering.

[amuyyi]

Summer Rain .

synopsis: you head home to jeju island for summer vacation and reunite with your best friend and k-pop idol, jiwon after a year apart. you soon realize your feelings for "liz" go beyond platonic, theyre unexpected yet beautiful-- just like the summer rain.

trope: liz x f!reader, best friends to lovers, summer vacation, fluff

wc: 3.9k

cw: none

a/n: idk if u guys can tell but i love summer love and i love the environment... plants and outdoors are my calling.

A soft hum leaves your lips as you close your eyes, the cool summer breeze gently brushing your face as you smile. You always loved spending your summers in Korea, it felt great to get away from the chaos of the states—  all of that university, homework, internships, and endless responsibilities gave you practically no time to simply just be. The city of Seogwipo was covered in all kinds of nature for one to relax in, but as the summer months roll in, Jeju island always gets flooded with even more tourists than usual. People of all ages come to see the waterfalls or greenery or even come for the nightlife, and it becomes nearly impossible to exist within your own home.

Not here though. The leaves above rustle and the birds chirp, finding solace within your presence. This part of Seogwipo was a bit away from the heart of the city, and usually held less human traffic all year round. You sat comfortably at the edge of a picnic table, placed charmingly in front of a small convenience store as the girl sat across from you lay her head alongside the table, using her arms as a cushion. Jiwon hummed in response to your own as her eyes remained peacefully shut, taking in the environment through her other senses alone. You could tell that she was still paying attention despite dozing off, being able to smell the presence of the triangle kimbap you guys had bought from the store, to hear your calm breathing, to feel your guys’s shoes touching under the table– becoming an idol made her even more acutely aware of the world around her than ever before. You’re not all too sure if thats a good or bad thing.

The sight of your friend relaxing after working so hard still made you smile, though. You worry for a bit, concerned that her dark hair would get into your shared food, but decide not to wake her from her rest. After spending so much time promoting IVE’s newest comeback with endless photoshoots and performances, Jiwon and the other girls were rewarded with some free time to spend back at home with their families for the summer, and this was probably one of the few times you could finally see the ravenette in her “natural habitat.” She deserved this.

Taking in another breath of fresh Jeju Island air, you lean over the table and grab the last kimbap, unwrapping it and taking a bite. You savor the flavor with a pleased squeal as you enjoy the mix of spam and kimchi paired with the rice and nori. You missed this— and it was so much cheaper here than back at school overseas… 

“Mmm, let's go to the Falls today…” you hear Jiwon mumble from across the table, breaking the silence. You watch as she adjusts her position, snuggling deeper into her makeshift pillow-arms. “The Falls” was the name you gave a lake you and Jiwon had stumbled across while exploring the forests as kids. Since then, the falls has been your guys’ “spot” so to speak. You would go there every time you wanted to hang out as kids, needed a place to cry, or simply wanted to be away from the rest of the world. You nodded as you finished your snack, leaning over and tossing the rest of the trash away before placing a hand on the other girl's head, giving it a little shake. “C’mon then. We can't get there if you sleep in all day.” 

Groaning, Jiwon turns her head away from your touch, swatting your hand with an uncalled for attitude. This causes you to dramatically gasp and whip your hand away, kicking the girl from underneath the table. “Hey! Ow-WUH” Jiwon’s head snaps up as she hisses, glaring daggers at you as you feign innocence, whistling comically as you look around, scratching the back of your neck aimlessly. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about. Why are you looking at me?”

Jiwon lets out a playful scoff as she gets up, “uh huh… Right. Whatever you say,” she smirks, offering her hand to you as you gladly take it. The taller girl guides you out of your seat before linking her arm with your own, “so… How's school been?” Jiwon leads the way, following an all too familiar path to you two that was off the main road. The concrete beneath your feet gets replaced with overgrown wildgrasses, and the song of cicadas begin to emerge from overhead. Various bugs and flies lazily flew past the both of you as you walked, and you silently kept an eye out for a specific species as you pondered.

“So. Tiring.” You emphasized the breaks between the two words as Jiwon rolls her eyes, giggling a little, “and…?” 

You click your tongue as you begin to think of a proper response this time, eyes wandering towards the sky, the blue canvas and the incoming light partially masked by the overhead growth as you trudge deeper within the forest. “University is a different experience, I’ve never felt more grown yet so small at the same time y’know? It's like, you're a student, but you're expected to take on stuff like an adult, and you're in the same boat as literally thousands of other students but you’re still alone?” You begin to ramble, unknowingly unlinking your arm from Jiwon’s to dramatically act out your words as she nods. “And everyones expecting you to jump onto internships right away or to join a million clubs to put on a resume– I don’t know how to create a proper resume by the way, and talk to all of these professors and network, but also still maintain a social life, but freshman friendships fall off so easily and everyone just wants to go to bars or frats all the time and I get tired after one outing and it’s just so much!” You exclaim, throwing your arms into the air as the words spill uncontrollably out of your mouth. 

Jiwon chuckles, shaking her head. You had always been easily stressed, but the transition into university seemed to have taken an additional toll on you. “But you made it through your first year of university in the U.S, that's enough to celebrate!” She stops walking for a moment, bending over to pick up a broken branch hidden within the brush. Analyzing it for a bit, she nods to herself before returning to your side, using it as a walking stick as she continues, “besides, freshman year is meant to be your trial year anyways. You experience stuff and fail sometimes, but at least you know what to do next year. There's no need to grow up so fast,” the other girl's voice is reassuring and genuine, and you feel your gaze softening as you watch her speak. Still, she was one of your childhood friends. 

“Says you, you never even graduated.”

The jab was unexpected but playful, causing Jiwon to scoff and laugh as she flipped her long black hair with her free hand, “and where has that gotten me? I’m now your new favorite idol in the best Korean pop group of this generation!” 

You can't help but snicker at her response, not denying her statement at all as you ask, “How's that going by the way? I listened to your new song, you looked gorgeous in the music video.”

You swear you could see Jiwon’s cheeks grow pink from your comment, but disregard it quickly as your attention is brought towards small specks of white within the grass nearby. You begin to wander off, but Jiwon knows you’re still listening as she speaks. 

“It's going really well, actually. I mean yeah, we work crazy hard and I rarely sleep sometimes, but it's all worth it. I really like what I’m doing, and I think the fans are really starting to like me!” You watch as your friend’s eyes start to light up as she speaks, and you find yourself smiling at the sight. You loved when Liz was happy. Through various late night text messages, you had learned that your friend struggled a lot with self esteem and body image throughout her debut. There was not much you could do to comfort her, being over 6,000 miles away meant all you could really do was send her uber eats meals and call whenever you guys weren't busy. But it was nice seeing her confident again, you'd do anything to keep her like this.

You bent down within the grass as she continued on, eyes locking onto little white flowers you soon recognized to be a Japanese rose. The way that multiple white petals with yellow anthers would cluster amongst one another on a singular plant was always a wonderful sight to behold back at home. Your eyes scan for the prettiest bundle, carefully using your nail to cut and pick the flower with innate precision. Smiling to yourself, you twirl the small plant between your thumb and index, taking in its beauty as you return back to your friend. 

“You have to meet the girls one day y/n, they’d love you! Wonyoung is always so sweet, and Rei would be more than willing to talk your ear off…” Jiwon’s excitement and adoration for her girls was honestly contagious. She was normally so quiet and introverted until she was with you. Soon enough, she would go from a listener to a rambler, and you would gladly be her ears from then on.

Her voice trails off as you take a moment to tuck Jiwon’s hair behind her ear, delicately placing the bundle of flora in its place as you grin. This time, you could definitely see the pink blush that formed on her cheeks, and you smirk teasingly, twirling around and returning on your way down to the falls. The mention of meeting her group members though did make your heart race a little. “I’d love to meet them!” You chirp out, running your hand through the grass you pass by as she once again links your other arm with hers, “They seem so cool.. And obviously any friend of yours is automatically a friend of mine, so now I have…” You count on your fingers, “six famous kpop idol friends!” 

Jiwon’s grip tightens a bit on your arm as you laugh, her face absentmindedly turning into a pout as she speaks, “Okay well they're not THAT cool..” Her attempt to downplay how much she truly admired her group members was frugal, but she pressed on, “I don't need you liking them more than me, who's obviously your bias…Right…?” She teases, looking up at you with an expectant grin before something catches your eye.

Blue. A thin flash of blue followed by a light buzz caused you to pause in your tracks. Your eyes frantically scan the environment as Jiwon follows as well, her eyes lighting up as she spots the hidden creature. “Dragonfly!” You both exclaim in unison, grinning childishly as Liz intertwines her fingers with yours, excitedly leading you down the path the insect flew. Where there were dragonflies, there was water, and where there was water, there was your spot.

“Come on, come on!! We’re getting closer!” Jiwon laughs out as the pair of you jump over various rocks, ditches, and branches, almost as if you two knew this forest like the back of your hand— and you did. Every little den and tree branch has been dug through, explored, and climbed throughout the years you've spent here with the other girl. You also couldn't help but laugh as the wind rushes past your face as you guys maneuver through the brush. She really was the same Jiwon you knew and loved through all of these years. And as the sound of falling water grows louder, Jiwon grabs hold of a leafy branch and moves it off to the side, revealing the familiar bright blue lake enclosed within mountainous walls, a waterfall placed at its peak as it welcomes you two back home. 

“Waaahhh!!! It's just as beautiful as I remembered!” Jiwon cries out a bit too loudly, most likely scaring off any native fauna that was nearby. You chuckle at this, knowing that it truly didn't matter. This was your guy’s space. Nobody else mattered but you two. You follow the taller girl’s lead as she makes her 

“I bet you can still find some salamanders under the stones,” you comment, resulting in Jiwon’s eyes sparkling at the thought of finding a new friend before she sprints off, expertly hopping between the stones with ease. Chuckling at the sight, you shake your head, following behind as you take in the sights all around you. It’s barely changed since you last visited. It definitely got greener though, a good sign of little human interference. You take note of new growth alongside the mountain walls and some nearby birds nests and flower bushes that weren't there before. 

You sat on the rocks, listening to the water rush next to you. Your eyes land on the energetic Jiwon who was squatting down, flipping over various rocks to check for salamanders or other critters below. You smile, but you couldn't help but recall the last time you were here— the last time you were here with her.

You were out buying some snacks when you suddenly got a call from Jiwon. “Meet me at our spot in 10, okay?” Her voice rings out. You were honestly caught off guard, she rarely ever called for something as brief as this. 

“Okay… Why didn't you just text me that? Are you okay?” There was a brief silence on the other end followed by a, “yeah! …. Yeah. Just need to get out.” 

The call ends and you’re left confused and alone in the aisles of a convenience store.

Still, you swiftly make your purchases and bring the bags of various goodies with you as you delve deep within the forest, the sun slowly beginning to make its descent, progressively turning the once blue sky yellow. By the time you arrive, you see that Jiwon was already there, her figure sat close by the raging waterfall with her knees hugged close to her chest. The air feels heavy, and you slowly join her side, placing the bag down next to you as you tilt your head to the side.

“What's going on?” It was a simple question, really. Yet somehow those words make the taller girl’s body tense up as she hugs her knees even closer to her chest, her fingers digging into her calves as she struggles to find her words.

“I’m going to debut.”

Your eyes widen as you perk up, shocked yet overjoyed by the news. “What?! Seriously? Are you being for real right now Jiwon?” She merely nods in silence as you place a hand to your head, processing the information. “That's.. Amazing! When are you going to start your training? Next week? Next month? I don’t really know how this idol stuff works, to be honest…”

“… Tomorrow.”

Taken aback, your smile falters ever so slightly, but remains on your face as you nod, “That's so cool…” your voice trails off as you also hug your knees to your chest, your chin resting on the top of them as you continue, “so I guess we won't be seeing each other for a while then, huh?” The sentence comes out dry, but not menacing. It was laced with hesitance and defeat that you fail to hide behind a laugh.

Your attempt at being lighthearted towards the situation makes the dark haired girl move her head away from yours, unable to look at you. You can feel the walls Jiwon begins to build up. “Or ever….” She mumbles under her breath as she fights back tears. 

Jiwon knew she sounded like a child with her words, she wasn't stupid— but she was a child. Being freshly 18 didn’t automatically make you an adult, that much was true. She was still so young and yes, she did want this more than ever, that's why she became a trainee in the first place, but to be away from you? To work with complete strangers and to have you so far away in a whole other country for university? 

“Hey, we’ll still find time for each other! We’ll call every day, and if we can't call, then I'll text you whenever I can. It’ll be like nothings changed,” you reassure her, but it sounded like you were trying to reassure yourself as well. It was a big change for the both of you, after all.

A tense silence passes between the two of you, the only sound being the crashing waves from the waterfall nearby and the soon quieting chirping of birds above. The sky began to darken, shifting from yellow to orange, fading into a dark blue before Jiwon speaks up, “…Really?”

Her voice was soft and uncertain, but you look over as she shifts her gaze back to you, locking eyes as you watch silent tears stream down her face. Your heart aches at the sight, but you shift closer to her and then stick your hand out, raising your pinkie finger as you smile softly, “I promise.”

She hesitates at first, unsure of whether or not to trust you. But you’re her best friend, you haven't broken her trust before. She uses her sleeve to wipe her tears before reaching over, linking her pinkie finger with yours as you gave it a firm shake, a confirmation of that promise you made last year. She laughs, and it's a prettier song than all of the birds here combined.

Your cheeks warm before you pull her forward, wrapping your arms around her neck as she lets out a surprised squeal as her body collapses into your own. “I love you lots, Jiwon.” The words come from the bottom of your heart, they're light and shy, and you feel Jiwon lean into your touch, her head comfortably leaning against yours as her arms around your waist pull you in even closer.

“I found one!!”

The sound of Jiwon’s discovery brings you back down to reality, shaking you from your nostalgia. “Can you come grab it?? It's slimy…” the comment makes you laugh as you shake your head, watching as she struggles to keep a boulder of a rock upturned. She was strong, but it seemed as if the rock was even stronger. It was a wonderful sight, seeing your friend simply be a kid again after being forced to grow up all too fast, and you wonder how long you can stay like this, how long you can keep her here in this exact time and place before she begins to drift away again.

You get up from your seat as you make your way over to the girl. She was always tasked with just finding animals here, always being too scared to actually wrangle them herself for some reason. Squatting down, you meet the gaze of a small salamander beneath the rock your friend had lifted up, bright red in color and honestly a little fat as you scoop it up in your hands, holding it up as Jiwon cooes over it, “it’s so cute!!” It doesn't make any rapid attempts to leave your grasp as you lift it up, allowing it a view it may never see without human help.

Just above, dark clouds began to roll in as you crane your neck upward, furrowing your brows as you frown, “it looks like it's going to rain soon, we should head back.” You slowly return the salamander to the soil between the stones below as Jiwon looks up as well, crinkling her nose as she shakes her head, “it's just a little rain, it's not a big deal.”

And almost as if on cue, her nonchalant comment seemed to have angered the storm gods above, causing rain to almost instantaneously start falling from the sky, battering down at a rapid speed. As the rain above began to pour down on you and Jiwon, the both of you couldn't help but let out carefree squeals as you both began to sprint out of your spot, hoping to at least make it onto the main road before the dirt beneath your feet begins to give in.

Your hand was intertwined with hers as your grip tightened, not wanting to lose her in this moment. The branches whip past your arms and legs as you feel your shirt and skirt get progressively more soaked the longer you ran. Liz’s long hair becomes stringy and drips as you dramatically pop out of the brush onto the main road you had originally come from, and you were certain that your shoes were completely mud-ridden by now. There were various bits of twigs, leaves, and other miscellaneous parts of wildlife stuck to her hair, and you were sure there were plenty on you as well. 

The both of you couldn't help but laugh even harder at the sight of one another, Liz grabbing you by your waist and twirling you around as the rain almost cinematically surrounds you two. You squeeze her tight as she places you back down on your feet, her hands still comfortably placed on your hips, and you notice the rose within her hair still managed to stay on even throughout all of the chaos. The rumbling of the storm above roars, but you barely notice as you place your hand on the side of her face, your thumb grazing over her cheek as you soon realize these feelings you've felt all day today went beyond platonic friendship. It only took you years to realize, but that realization was unexpected and spontaneous, yet beautiful, just like the summer rain. 

“I… I love you, Jiwon.”  The words come from the bottom of your heart, having been said countless times before— but they hold a different meaning this time around. Her eyes widen, heat rushing to her face immediately before her gaze softens, she leans into the touch of your hand as she giggles, “what are you talking about?” The question was soft, not at all questioning her own feelings towards you, but your own to hers. 

“I love you,” you repeat, with more confidence this time, “I think I always have.” The smile on the taller girl's face grows even more as she pulls you even closer, grabbing your hand with her own as she gives it a soft kiss. The action makes your face flush, and you open your mouth to say something, but are cut short when your lips suddenly meet Jiwon’s. The world around you seemingly began to disappear, and suddenly it was just you, Jiwon, and the rain. Your eyes flutter shut as you practically turn into putty in her arms. The way she held you was so loving, and her lips were incredibly soft, tasting like a light layer of sugar as you can feel her smile against your own, causing you to pull back and giggle. 

“I love you too, y/n,” she breathes out, her eyes never leaving yours for even a moment, like she was afraid if she were to move, she’d have to go back to Seoul and your head back to the states, separating you two once again.

“We’re getting soaked, Jiwon… we should head back…” you comment between giggles as she presses her forehead against yours, eyes closed as she simply enjoys the feeling of your warm body in her arms amongst the cold raindrops from above.

“Mmm, can we just stay like this for a little longer?”

You let out a sigh, placing your lips softly on her forehead as she smiles. “Alright.. anything for you.”