#spring drabble sleepover

[fluffyprettykitty]

Spring Drabble Sleepover!!!

running from may 14th to may 19th

*time indicates when requests will be accepted, asks will be rolling through according to inspiration and time allowed!

Hello and welcome to me not having written anything since January???? Let's rectify this by celebrating a little as summer might have officially started but true summer doesn't start till late June here!

Onto the main thing now!

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What will you do is mix and match a character or several with one or several of the following categories provided. As usual, you know!

⋆ Polyamorous ships are always encouraged. No platonic or daughter! reader though.

⋆ Darker themes are welcomed at my discretion. Check my requests page for what I'm comfortable with.

⋆ Please only use a character from the ones already provided.

⋆ I will either turn them into blurbs or drabbles depending on my inspiration but you can suggest to me what it should be.

⋆ I will do female reader for smut prompts and gender-neutral for fluff prompts. All will be written vague and over 21.

⋆ You have to be strictly 18+ to participate.

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characters:

Sons of Anarchy: Chibs Telford, Juice Ortiz, Jax Teller

Star Wars: Cassian Andor, Poe Dameron

Marvel: Sam Wilson, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Billy Russo, Thor Odinson, Brock Rumlow, Layla El Faouly, Elektra Natchios, Bruce Banner, Marc Spector, Brunnhilde, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Joaquin Torres, Bucky Barnes

Triple Frontier: Benny Miller, Will Miller, Santiago Garcia

aus: bakery, book store, celebrity, detective, ghost, restaurant, porn star, tutor, maid, mechanic, mermaid, neighbour, stripper, werewolf, vampire.

kinks: breath play, cockwarming, phone sex, gloves, choking, strip tease, uniform/suit, titty fucking, dirty talk, sex toys, accidental stimulation, shower, sensory deprivation, somnophilia, lingerie, object insertion, lap dance, lactation, spanking, exhibitionism, handcuffs, clothes on, moresomes.

date ideas: day trip, road trip, library, museum, restaurant, camping, beach, drinks/bar, concert, walking, sightseeing, boat ride, dancing, spa, errands, shopping spree, cinema, coffee.

domestic situations: trying new recipes, painting nails, reading, cuddling, clothes shopping, packing for a trip, laundry, repairing things, changing bedsheets, ordering takeout, falling asleep, complaining about family, movie nights, doing dishes.

☆ Just combine as many as you want however you see fit! And of course, when it comes to domestic situations and date ideas you can think of other things or be more specific on one situation! ☆

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no pressure tagging: @that-sarcastic-writer @sunflowersteves @jen-with-a-pen @eulalielatibule @moonlight-prose @e-dubbc11 @soulores @targaryenvampireslayer

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Could you write “I haven’t said that we’re done here already.” or maybe “Get back down here, we’re not done yet.” with Tony Stark, please? Maybe honeymoon or vacation sex? 👀

Not done with you yet

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There wasn’t much that could disturb the peace and quiet of your surroundings, except maybe the perpetually hovering billionaire, genius who was currently washing up while you sat out on the balcony that overlooked the cerulean blue waters.

You hadn’t left the bed in over twelve hours since you landed on the private island for your honeymoon. Not that you were complaining. The dull ache in your muscles, disheveled hair, a smile that refused to leave and tan lines spoke for themselves.

Hearing the glass door slide open behind you, you smirked, knowing fully well what was about to happen. Not too long ago, Tony was coaxing a fourth or was it fifth orgasm (you lost count) out of you that devil mouth of his. Had you writhing beneath him, your shaky legs threatening to close over his head before he had them pinned back down as you fell apart again and again.

“You think we’d get to explore this island you’ve brought me to any time soon?” You teased when his arms snaked around your waist, lips promptly finding their way to your exposed neck.

“Oh yeah. I’ve got a few places in mind where we could get naughty.”

Tony slapped your butt playfully when you murmured ‘sex addict’ under your breath, nipping at your skin as his hands wandered once again. You were feeling peckish now so you’d given him a little shove to head back in to hunt for some food.

“Get back here, we’re not done yet.”

“Tony I’m hungry! Normal people need sustenance after all that sex.”

“I’ve got something to keep you full…”

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🌼 Slutty Spring Sleepover 🌼

[hannieween]

lover | heartbreaker drabble | c.sc

You and Seungcheol finally get a chance to get away from finals, homework and your parents.

✧ pairing: choi seungcheol x female reader ✧ genre: fluff, smut (18+) ✧ aus: boyfriend seungcheol, uni student cheol, flashback drabble ✧ word count: 2.7k

✧ warnings under the cut!

✧ warnings: this drabble is connected to my heartbreaker series, so smut with plot, pussy whipped cheol, unprotected sex, pull out method [don't do this i do not recommend], big dick seungcheol, edging, cumming on skin, a little 🤏🏻 bit of breeding kink. pet names: angel, baby (hers) babe, baby, (his)

✧ disclaimer: minors dni this post is intended for 18+ readers ONLY. please have your age stated in your description and try not to look like a bot please 🙂.

✧ author's note: this kind of came out of nowhere so please excuse the grammar and spelling errors lmao

four years before

Going on a mini trip together for a weekend was exciting. To you, it implied lying to your parents to get out of town, forgetting about finals, about restless nights of studying but above all, being with your boyfriend, Choi Seungcheol.

You told your parents you were staying with your friends for a sleepover, which somehow worked. But in reality, you were going camping with your boyfriend, whom they still have some reserved opinions about.

Seungcheol and you had been dating for six months at this point. And everything felt like a dream to you. Granted, your parents do not like him, despite their lack of comments about him. But you were young, and you were in love.

He is closer to graduating, so he seems more relaxed about university than you. The idea of going camping was his, seeing that you were about to reach a breaking point due to stress and sleepless nights. His power to convince you to drop everything and go was more efficient than you thought.

The windows were rolled down, letting the hot spring summer air sweep inside. Your boyfriend kept one hand on the steering wheel, and the other was busy grabbing your hand, playing with your fingers. And occasionally, he would slide it on your bare thigh, inching his fingers up and then down.

You were hot on the face and neck, eager to jump on him. You were still exploring a lot about intimacy with him, but God, you wanted him. You wanted him so bad it was nearly embarrassing.

So, when you got to the campsite, it was nearly impossible to yank your gaze from his thick body. The way his biceps flex as he worked setting the tent up. He had refused to let you help him to do the heavy work. But every now and then, he would just point at something and say, "Would you pass me that, baby?" partly because he knew what you were thinking.

It was as though he could read your mind.

The sun set; you had a nice afternoon with him. So, when it is time to get inside the tent, you felt so fucking nervous to be spending the night in the same bed, or sleeping bag, with him.

Few were the nights you both had had the chance to sleep with him. Mostly just naps. But the first time you slept together was some five months ago, when you had your first time with him.

So now, your body was so close to his, to his warmth. You shared the same sleeping bag that could fit the both of you. Arm to arm with him, your knee brushing his. He shifted positions, lying on his side next to you.

"Do you have to sleep shirtless?"

Seungcheol cocked one eyebrow at the sound of your question. "I always sleep shirtless," he replied, a smile tugging at his lips, making its corners twitch. "I sleep with even less, actually," he chuckled, propping his head on his fist to look at your face fully. "Why, baby, do you want me to put something on?"

"No," you mumble quietly, starting to feel hot on the face and this time, it is not because of the hot weather. "It's just distracting," you said with an airy tone, you sighed.

But the reality is, this is your boyfriend, you just have to endure the weight of being so unbearably and embarrassingly attracted to him.

He finds your awkwardness cute. Granted, everything you do is cute to him. So, a smile breaks free on his face, almost knocking the air out of your lungs over his striking beauty. "Distracting, huh?" he mumbled, his eyes scanning the features of your face, as if trying to memorize the way that they look whenever you are flustered.

You only gave him a nod with your head, feeling shy. But you lifted a finger nonetheless, and started tracing a line over his collarbone. "I like you," you whispered, though that much was obvious. You have already told him you were in love with him.

"I know," he chuckled, trying not to shiver under your light touch that was now trailing down the middle of his chest, between his pecs. "I like you too," he said, his voice beginning to strain over the tension he was feeling in his body.

"I know," you said too, breathing out a giggle and the sound of it appeared to have an effect on him.

His gaze went soft and he could no longer try to hide the way your touch made him feel. So he leaned over, placing a hand on your cheek, making your sweet gaze lock with his before slotting his lips between your own.

"I love you," he emphasized, the emotions fluttering inside him making his voice a mere shaky whisper. It is the need he felt for you, to feel you whole and close to him, to make you his.

Seungcheol had never been in love. Not like this. Everything you did, made him a little crazy. "I love you," you mumbled back, the sweetness of your voice was what egged him on.

He dived for another kiss, this time a deeper one, his lips captured yours, moaning in your mouth when you parted your mouth slightly, giving him access to his tongue.

"Baby," you breathed, breaking the kiss only for a second because his lips are pressing on yours repeatedly. His hands slid from your cheek, his fingers now tangled in your hair. "Cheol," you called breathily.

"Yes?" he hummed, peeling away from your lips so he could see your face.

"Did you..." you start your question, but then, "Nevermind," you shook your head lightly.

But Seungcheol is not content with that, obviously. "What?" he mumbled. "Tell me," he insisted when you just shook your head in reply.

You know if there is something that drives him up the wall, is to wind him up and then leave him hanging.

"Tell me," he laughs lightly and your heart jumps at the sound. Then, he climbed on top of you, trying to tickle the answer out of you. "You bratty little thing," he gritted when you tried to fight his hands off.

But he continued poking at your ribs with his fingers, enjoying the sweet sound of your laughter and your squeals.

"Stop, stop," you wheezed, brushing a tear from the corner of your eye.

Seungcheol decided to let his joyful attack die. He placed a hand next to your head, leaning over to trap your lips with his own, giving you a chaste and quick kiss.

He was just about to slump back on his spot next to you when your hand sneaked on his nape, bringing him into a hot, rushed kiss.

Defenseless, he grunted in your mouth, his arm gave in, so his body fell on top of yours with a crash. "Baby," he chuckled, trying to lift his bodyweight off you.

His protests were quickly muddled by your needy lips, kissing him fervently. He was moaning into the kiss already, swept away quickly by the warmth radiating from your body. And when eased the lower half of his body on top of you, you could feel just how hard he had gotten with just teasing you.

Oh god. You thought. Oh god, oh god, oh god.

"Babe," you muttered, emboldened by the fact that he had given up to the make out session amply. And you know that it was very difficult to him to stop once he had started. "Did you bring condoms?" you blurt.

It was as though a bulb ignited over his head. "Is that what you wanted to ask me?" he breathed on your mouth.

"Did you?" you pressed, his chest was squeezing yours.

And you were convinced now that he could feel the frantic beating of your heart.

"No," he admitted, cursing himself silently because that was at the top of the list of things he did not want to forget.

"Baby," you reproached.

"I forgot," he chuckled, continuing to kiss you.

But you could tell that the fiery need is dissipating with each kiss. He kissed you slowly, but then he broke away, and was just about to roll over when, "Please, just a little bit longer?" you asked, holding his bicep to stop him from peeling away from you completely.

He placed his elbows next to your shoulders, so his forearms are framing your head. "You know how this goes, angel," he said softly, his fingers brushing away the hair from your face when you stay silent, so he kept going. "We kiss, we want more..." he sighed heavily, but out of the tight pressure gripping his heart.

You knew the idea was crazy, but goddamn, you want him. And you were unbearably horny. "You could pull out," you suggested, the anxiousness fluttering inside you making your tone waver.

Seungcheol stiffened for a second, and then let out an airy chuckle, thinking you were joking. But when you remained looking at him, nervous, his smile dropped. "Baby, are you serious?"

"I am," you reply, warmth tingling on your cheeks, your eyebrows knitted. "Please? Please, babe. I want to feel you."

Seungcheol scanned your face with his eyes, over and over again and that is how you knew, his mind was reeling.

He leaned over, placing soft and sweet kisses on the corners of your lips. "I could get you pregnant," he muttered gently. "What if pulling out doesn't work?"

"I don't care," you blurt, feeling an ecstatic shudder invade you.

"You don't care if I get you pregnant?" he laughed, amused by the thought that you were so needy that you were starting to be reckless. "Wanna have my babies?" he mused, his voice low again, raspy, and so dangerously sexy.

"Yes" you whispered shakily. "I want you."

And that is everything he needed.

He went all in, truth be told, he used to consider himself strong-willed. But that was before he met you, and fell on his knees for you, basically.

In seconds, he worked on you to tear your clothes off. You were so horny that the cool air of the night did not get to you. He ripped your clothes off, like a mad man about to ravage you whole.

He kissed every single inch of your body, loving the way you called out his name, the sounds of your moans. But it was the way you looked at him that drove him absolutely crazy.

Seungcheol made a trail of kisses from your lips, to your chest, kissing your nipples, cupping your breasts with his large hands while he teased your nipples with his tongue, making you moan salaciously.

Good thing you were in the middle of nowhere and chances were, completely and absolutely alone, you thought.

He laughed breathily against your skin, sneaking a look at your face before continuing to kiss your tummy, trailing down. Then kissed your belly button, making you flinch at the feeling of his wet lips against a very sensitive spot.

His hands gripped your thigh from the upper-front area, so you got a glimpse of his fingertips digging on the plush of your skin before lapping up the juices from your pussy.

You thrashed, crying out in pleasure as his tongue laves at the taste of you. Seungcheol moaned with you in delight, giving your folds broad strokes with his tongue.

In the months you have been his girlfriend, you have had few opportunities to do this, so everything is so very new to you. Every feeling, every touch feels electrifying.

Seungcheol loved it. He loved that you were discovering this world with him. He was your first everything, and he was so eager to explore his deepest, darkest fantasies with you. And he knew that you were eager to do too.

He loved the sound of your voice, the taste of your skin, your pussy. He loved eating you out so fucking much he wanted to do that for hours, to give you orgasm after orgasm. And one day, he would.

"Cheol," you call out breathily, tensing and shaking beneath him. He had started to tease your swollen clit with his tongue pointed against it, swirling around it.

That unfamiliar but needed burning sensation was pooling inside your belly, and Seungcheol knew it was closer because of the sounds of your moans, airy, so very lewd.

You succumbed to your orgasm fast, enjoying the sweet, sweet pleasure consume you in shockwaves. You thrashed, crying out his name loudly, fingers curling in his black, unruly hair.

Seungcheol wasted no time, getting to his knees as you pushed his sweats and boxers down to his mid-thigh, he leaned on top of your body, slotting himself between your shaky thighs.

You could not help it. Your eyes wandered down his frame. Seungcheol has a thick body. Thick thighs, thigh biceps, thick neck. You swallowed hard, spotting his cock, fully hard, his cockhead glossy with precum.

He saw the needy look in your eyes, you want more, he realized. But he decided to stop and tease you a little, grabbing his thick, veiny cock, gliding the tip between your folds, nudging your engorged clit.

You winced and moaned, your hands flying to his shoulders, anchoring yourself to him.

"Look at me, baby," he muttered, his voice raw in need.

And you do. You looked at his eyes, he pressed his chest against yours before pushing his cock inside you. The warmth and wetness made him moan at once, his mouth parting and you saw his self-control dissipating as he started thrusting his cock inside you.

But he rolled his hips tortuously at a slow, calculated pace. Still looking in your eyes, enjoying the way your body trembled beneath him.

"Cheol," you called out breathily.

Seungcheol was going insane, he knows there is no way he could last long like this. "Fuck, you feel so good," he gasps.

"Seungcheol." you insisted, your teary eyes searching his face. "I think–I'm going to come," you gasped, closing your eyes and stirred on the sleeping bag, trying to resist the fiery waves rippling through your body.

Seungcheol moaned, unable to look away as you came on his cock. Your orgasm came fast, and hard. But he kept going, pushing into you desperately now.

"God, fuck," he gasped, dropping his head on your shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut. "Fuck!" he gritted, pulling out of you in a split-second.

You were both breathing hard against each other, but Seungcheol is shaking, rigid, trying with all of his might to not come. He decided to force himself to get you to your high at least one more time.

You waited, still shaking with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You felt almost embarrassed for coming five seconds after he went inside you.

But he recuperated quickly, positioning himself between your legs again, determined to keep fucking you raw. He was driven insane by the sounds of your moans, by the way you trembled and looked at him.

He edged himself two more times, overstimming himself. What did it was to think that one day, he might just keep fucking you full of his cum, and get you pregnant. He could no longer contain himself, pulling out of you to pump his throbbing cock with his fist, groaning loudly as spurts of warm cum land on your tummy.

He breathed slowly, trying to get his heart rate down. He looked at the mess on your tummy, the beads of white, sticky cum on your lower abdomen. Then, he looked at your face, thinking of apologizing.

But instead, he spotted the fascination plastered on your face, you were wide eyed, lips glossy, skin dewy in sweat. You like this, he realized. And that might have sent him into a frenzy.

"So," he begins, his breathing still ragged. "You wanna have my babies?" he smiled.

✧ author's note: this is not proofread i'm sorry. if there are some fluctuations between verb tenses, that is because i typed this in a mad state at @cvntrlseecvntrlvee who is the sole culprit of my seungcheol brain rot.

anyway,

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[thereoncewasagirlnamedjane]

THIS COULD BE A DREAM.

PAIRING — steve rogers x gn!reader

CONTENTS — drabble; post-ca:cw; angst; tiny bits of fluff if you squint; hurt/comfort; established relationship; tw:grief?

SUMMARY — you find out why steve hasn’t been sleeping lately.

WORD COUNT — 513

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On the surface, it doesn’t seem like much has changed.

He walks into the safe house and people see their ever-dependable captain, his back straight and chin lifted, oozing authority and control even if he’s not technically captain anymore. 

But you see it—the dark circles, the slight drooping of his shoulders, the irritability, the pained rubbing of his temples when he thought no one was looking, and the off-by-a-millisecond slowed reaction times out in the field. 

He’s tired. Steve hasn’t been sleeping. 

It has been a hard couple of months; being on the run takes its toll, but there’s a hint of something else in his features you just can’t seem to place. 

When you gather the courage to ask him, he brushes you off. When you stand there, dejected, watching his retreating back with resignation and sadness, Steve turns towards you just before he steps out into the night. 

He offers you a sad smile, forced and unnatural, before promising you that everything is fine. For the first time, you don’t believe him. Steve has always been a terrible liar. 

When you tiptoe into his room late one night, you’re not at all surprised to find him on the floor. Sometimes he preferred it there, but this time you pause for a second.

Bucky is lying fast asleep just mere inches away, his metal arm curled under his head, his dark brown hair splayed out across a pillow.

You almost smile at the sight of the two recently reunited best friends sleeping on the floor like they’re two boys at a sleepover. 

Except Steve is awake. He looks too afraid to even blink, let alone sleep. 

He doesn’t acknowledge you until you’ve settled down on the floor quietly behind him. Your hand splays carefully over his shoulder, and then he’s leaning back against you. 

Bucky stirs, a sleepy sound escaping his lips, but doesn’t wake from what looks to be his first peaceful slumber in decades. 

Steve gasps softly, releasing a shuddering breath. 

Realization dawns. However improbable, someone he loves isn’t dead. Someone he loves has come back to life. Now that the chaos of it has died down a little, Steve needs some time to process that life-altering information. 

“This could be a dream,” he whispers, his eyes wide and terrified. 

“It’s not,” you whisper back. Heart wrenching, you lean down to wrap your arms around him, tears springing to your eyes when his tense shoulders begin to tremble.

“How do we know?”

“Sleep, Steve.”

“What if—what if he’s gone when I open my eyes?”  

“I’ll keep an eye on him for you,” you swear as you lean down to kiss his temple. Despite his fears, his eyelids begin to droop. 

“Promise?” He asks, sounding much smaller than he is.

“Promise.”

By the time you’ve finished speaking the word, Steve has finally drifted off, entrusting the personification of his very own heart into your two hands. You watch over them both until morning.

By sunrise, they are rested again.

And the sky is new.

fin.

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[moonlightspencie]

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Aaron Hotchner

one shots:

Things I Can’t Say: “Aaron Hotchner has a lot of things on his mind. Most of which he can never bring himself to say. Until one slip unravels everything” (4.3k words: FLUFF)(fem!reader)

Sleepover: “Hotch wants the reader, but doesn’t know how to tell her. Maybe a night in will be of some assistance” (4.9k words: FLUFF)(fem!reader)

Solace: “Finding comfort in one another. Repeatedly.” (4.4k words: FLUFF)(fem!reader)

self-assured: “There are many things Aaron Hotchner is sure about in his life. One thing evades this sureness: you” (2.4k words: FLUFF)(gn!reader)

tolerate it: based on the song of the same title by taylor swift (2.0k words: ANGST)(fem!reader)

Everything Goes Wrong: “A few bouts of bad luck aren’t all that bad” (2.4k words: FLUFF)(gn!reader)

Meet-Cute: it’s all in the title (1k words: FLUFF)(gn!reader)

series:

the sweetest con: “Aaron Hotchner is dealing with the aftermath of his divorce, and the new feelings that spring up for someone he shouldn’t feel anything for. It’s a mess to say the least, but it’s a mess he’s more than willing to involve himself in.” (fem!reader)

Spencer Reid

one shots:

Next to You: “Trying to ignore the feelings you have for your best friend can cause complications. Especially when you find out what they’d risk for you” (3.8k words: FLUFF)(gn!reader)

The Fulton Project: “The knowledge of an FBI operation gone wrong has the world as the BAU knows it turning on it’s head. How does something like this end after months of civil unrest?” (4k words: ANGST)(fem!reader)

champagne problems/the beginning and end: based on ‘champagne problems’ by taylor swift, PLUS the prequel (2.9k words: ANGST AND FLUFF)(fem!reader)

Devils Roll the Dice… / …Angels Roll Their Eyes “A new recruit to the BAU catches Reid’s eye. Unfortunately for the both of them, she has a past with someone very close to him. Are they willing to keep secrets just to keep one another?” (TWO-PART MINISERIES)(8.2k words for both parts: FLUFF)(fem!reader)

lost in it: “The aftermath of falling down a rabbit hole!” (1.9k words: ANGST AND FLUFF)(gn!reader)

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to: izzy @from-izzy req: sunwoo x female reader | spring snow by 10CM summary: when pretending to be your sister during a blind date fails successfully genre: non-idol au | blind date, fake identity, childhood friends to lovers wc: 2.6k words an: izzy… i promised to give this to you over the weekend. i’m so sorry it was late :’) so, i made it longer than usual. heeeheee, i know it’s a little tame from my sweet fluffy ones, but i lowkey held back in case i write a longer version because oh my god the backstory i made for this drabble is kinda loaded??? it was so much fun to plan so i got carried away??? (if i pause see me in a crown, catch me writing this sunwoo fic fr, just give me the word!!!) stars: @from-izzy @winterchimez @hyungseos-cafe @carrotsworld

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a couple of hours have passed.

you can’t remember the last time you ate something and your studio started resembling a makeshift obstacle course made for children. 

you hardly work with a tight deadline anymore since that one nightmare of a commission, but today felt different. 

the sun is out and the flowers are in full spring. the breeze was strong but you opened your sliding doors by the balcony overlooking a small park, hoping to air out the smell of paint at the end of the day.

every corner of your wide and airy space was filled with light for the first time in weeks and you knew it was time to take advantage of it. 

you kept your eyes on the landscape, not needing to look at your sister to recognize her walking through the front door. 

kari was one of those people you can hear before you see. you smiled, knowing exactly why she was here.

“i know you saw my text.”

“a little occupied here, if you didn’t notice? ah- watch out! i forgot i put down an opened package somewhere near the door!”

kari’s expression does not change as she moves the bubble wrap with her foot to make a clear path towards you. 

“i’ve been dodging your landmines since the dawn of time, y/n. -thought you’d be more organized now after moving out.”

“kari, it’s been a decade. if i were to change, i would have ages ago.”

you added some finishing touches on a bench before putting your brush down. after hanging your apron, you joined your sister on the couch. kari laid out a selection of your favorite pastries from the bakery around the corner, your hand automatically reaching out for one.

“i knew asking when you last ate would have been useless, so i brought food before you even asked-”

“are you… bribing me?” you asked mid-bite.

you looked at your sister who was already greeting you with puppy eyes.

“is it working?”

after pausing for a few seconds, you shrugged and continued chewing. 

“what’s in it for me?”

kari groaned in frustration as if your four-hour-long conversation over the phone last week and spontaneous sleepover last month were not enough, both preceded by horrible blind dates that her parents forcibly set. 

clearly, today was not the first time your sister explained the problem. 

knowing that kari was not one to ask for favors, you caved in and agreed to meet her in person and hear her ridiculous idea: you show up to the next blind date pretending to be her. 

despite only sharing one parent, your dad’s genes worked overtime. even you wouldn’t deny the fact you looked alike. of course, it helps to be the same age as your half-sister. 

her idea was nothing short of genius, really. 

“what’s wrong with going to a third one? you survived the last two dates-”

“-two too many dates, that’s what it was,” she sulked, “y/n, i swear if i go to another one…”

“okay- okay,” you surrendered, putting your hands up.

“besides…” she hesitates, “i already have a boyfriend.”

you dropped your croissant, jaw on the floor. 

kari read your mind before you were able to make out the words to say. she pulls out her phone to show you a photo, introducing the mystery guy.

kim younghoon. 

“so, you have a death wish?” you asked, point blank.

kari smiled sheepishly. your sister was not asking for a death wish but dating the son of her father’s nemesis was definitely pushing it. 

she puts her phone down on the table and melts into the couch. the affairs, problems, and now, intermarriage of the rich were matters you thought you escaped when you moved out of your father’s house, but you loved your sister too much not to get involved. 

you brushed away the crumbs on your fingers and pulled her in for a hug. 

“mom’s getting suspicious. you know i can’t tell them about him yet…”

“so you think that if the next blind date goes decently well, she’ll get off your back?”

“yup- see!” kari smiled, “you’re the only one that gets me.”

you playfully tap her on the head, “getting you only gets me in situations like this.”

…

you looked at your reflection and fussed with your outfit for the fourth time this morning. 

cussing under your breath, you thought that looking like your sister should be good enough. 

you said the moment these people asked for identification, your little gimmick would be over. she said judging by the meeting place, they wouldn’t need to if you were dressed accordingly.

in the end, you lost the argument—you had no choice but to wear kari’s clothes for the blind date.

the elevator arrives at your floor and the host greets you by the entrance, clearly expecting every patron as they enter the establishment. 

the restaurant’s minimalistic interior maintained the restaurant’s low profile design, but this place's real worth could not escape your experienced eye. watching your sister in these spaces for years taught you a thing or two.

“reservation’s under kari,” you say calmly. 

with his top-notch professionalism with a polite smile, the host promptly showed you the way to a private booth. you looked at the view in front of the table, then noticed a man was already sitting there with only the back of his head facing you.

before reaching his earshot, the host mentions that mr. kim was waiting for you.

hm, mr. kim… at least you know his last name, right?

the host gives you a slight bow before excusing himself. 

now left alone, your footsteps caught the man’s attention. he turned his head and stood up as you reached to look at him face to face. he greets you with a smile and introduces himself without missing a beat.

“nice to meet you, my name is-”

“-sunwoo.”

you finished his sentence, not knowing whether you meant it as a question or a statement. 

the man in front of you looks different from the way you remember him—out on the field playing football, running late to class wearing his uniform, falling asleep on his desk, walking you home. 

you seem to recognize that smile as if no time has passed.

but it’s been twelve years. 

twelve long years since you called out his name. a name so familiar, it just rolled off your tongue before you could even catch what you had done. 

“do we know.. each other?”

his reply brought you back down to earth, once again reminding you why kim sunwoo is standing right in front of you.

“oh- uh, no.”

“you know my name.”

“the host mentioned it-” you lied, “my name is kari.”

you quickly sat down and took a sip of the water prepared on your table. 

once the coast was clear, it didn’t take long for things to start processing in your head. the person you’ve longed to find after losing contact for ten years is now your blind date while you’re pretending to be someone else.

that meant kari should have been the one to meet sunwoo.

son of the famous musician, kim jongkook, who founded one of the top entertainment agencies in the nation, it wasn’t a surprise that sunwoo would be among the pool of eligible bachelors that could potentially cross your sister’s path. 

you waited to see if he showed any signs of remembering you, though you highly doubt it. it’s been a long time since your school days—when you used to live two blocks away from the boy who stole your heart. 

you can hardly remember your closest friends during middle school now, but sunwoo, you’ll never forget.

refusing to meet his eyes, you silently prayed he would just accept your lame excuse. you opened the menu and pretended to search for something good to eat. thankfully, he doesn’t press any further and follows what you do. 

instead, he starts looking around the room suspiciously. you squint at his strange behavior.

“what are you looking for-” you asked before he interrupted you with a hush.

sunwoo leans in, hiding his mouth with the menu in his hands, “do you really want to stay here?”

confused, you gave him a look.

“what do you mean?”

he continued whispering but with urgency, his volume increased ever so slightly.

“i know my mom sent some guards to keep an eye on us- i think we should go.”

“why?”

sunwoo grinned. your heart leaped at the fact he never grew out of his cheeky and mischievous nature. he will always have fun answering the question why? 

“i have a car out front waiting,” he stood up from his seat, holding out his hand.

“already? wait- were you planning to ditch me?” you gasped, messing with him.

sunwoo’s eyes widened. a guilty look flashed across his face while he held up a hand to gesture an apology.

“well, now i’ve decided to take you with me so.. let’s go!”

the moment you took his hand, you two started running towards the exit and down the stairs. 

you reminded yourself to tell kari ‘thank you’ for making you wear flats instead of heels. in hindsight, she probably planned this for the possibility that you may need to run away from your date.

only this time, you were running away with your date.

once you reached the ground floor exit, you saw a man leaning against the wall. he called sunwoo’s attention and threw him a set of keys.

“you owe me.”

sunwoo caught them with one hand, the other still holding your hand.

“jacob hyung, thank you!”

then, sunwoo looked at you and nodded.

you got into the passenger seat and turned your head back at the exit. two guys dressed casually were running frantically on their phones. 

you looked at each other as sunwoo started the car and drove. tension breaks as you two burst out laughing. you’d say it was as if you were caught sneaking out by your parents but that wasn’t too far off.

you brushed your hair out of your face and collected yourself.

“you do that often?” you asked, wondering how many times sunwoo has ran away from his guards to be this good.

“occasionally.”

by occasionally, he meant every single time. 

sunwoo was pleased with himself. he looked the same as he always looked like everytime he pulled you in all of his antics. 

memories start flooding in like he just opened a box. and it might sound crazy to say you got on your blind date’s getaway car after mere minutes of meeting him, but this was only possible because of the person beside you. 

if anyone was able to convince you of anything, of course, it would be sunwoo.

you took advantage of the fact he couldn’t take his eyes off the road and finally get a good look of his face without getting caught. 

that stupid smile made your heart soar again.

“so… kari? i’m still calling this a date-” he shoots you a quick look.

you snapped your head the other way, taken aback by what he said. 

“-’course. still a date,” you could barely get out a small squeak in agreement. 

while you were trying to play it cool, you missed sunwoo’s smirk when he looked at you. 

“cute,” he said quietly to himself, still trying to sneak a glance at you.

“where are we going?”

“it’s a surprise. impromptu date course just for you.”

you looked concerned, trying to figure out where you are in the city. sunwoo drives without navigation, but he doesn’t hesitate when taking the necessary turns. he knows this neighborhood well.

“what do you do?” sunwoo asked.

you pause for a moment. distracted, you almost forgot who you were pretending to be and carelessly thought of how you usually introduced yourself.

sunwoo catches on and takes back what he asked.

“nevermind- work is boring. i want to know what you like to do in your spare time.”

you looked at him suspiciously. it’s not new for sunwoo to be extremely perceptive. he used to always see through your walls, whether you liked it or not. you start to worry if you’ve been convincing enough to even keep up with the act. 

still, you answer as if nothing’s wrong.

“i like to paint. i deal with multiple mediums but oil and watercolor are usually what i work with.”

sunwoo nodded like this wasn’t news to him. you don’t expect anyone to be surprised when you tell them you paint, but the look on his face made it look like he was expecting it. you brushed off that thought.

“what about you?”

“i make music.”

knowing that wasn’t news to you either, but you waited for him to say more. he realized why you were still quiet. 

“that guy who helped us earlier- he’s one of our producers.”

sunwoo answered, focused on the last turn he needed to take to arrive at your destination. 

“i also run a business.”

now, that genuinely surprised you.

sunwoo never talked about wanting to be a businessman like his father. you held back your tongue even though you were dying to know how that came to be.

it wasn’t your place to be curious. not anymore.

“i thought you said talking about work was boring,” you joked.

“it is, but were here.”

sunwoo parks in front of a restaurant. he gets out of the car and opens the door for you. speechless, you sat there unmoving.

sunwoo? owning a restaurant?

“is it that surprising?” he chuckled.

“you just didn’t seem like the type,” you mention thoughtlessly. 

“i didn’t think so either,” sunwoo smiled. 

again, you weren’t supposed to know what he was like. but, sunwoo didn’t question that either.

“i co-own the place with my friend, haknyeon. his family supplies our black pork all the way from jeju.”

you enter through the side entrance, seeing the place empty before business hours. the kitchen at the back was already busy preparing for the day. sunwoo leads the way to the main floor. 

he hasn’t said a word since you walked in. you can tell he was nervous but you didn't know why. reaching the end of the hallway, you stepped inside and almost forgot how to breathe.

every single piece of art hanging on the walls was made by you.

“these paintings…” you froze on the spot.

“seem familiar?” 

“they- they’re mine.”

sunwoo smiled, reaching over to hold your hand.

he looks at you fondly, memorizing every detail of your amazement. he loves that you can’t hide your expression. perhaps, he was the one who never failed to see right through it.

“yes, y/n. these are your paintings.”

you locked eyes with sunwoo, giving you the final confirmation that you heard his words correctly. he called out your name knowing exactly who you are.

“how? i- i..” you were too stunned to find the right words.

“last year. bought them under the name berry,” he explained, “i heard from the dealer my commission was a nightmare to finish.”

you playfully slapped sunwoo on the arm, slipping right back into the comforting familiarity with the one you’ve longed to see.

painting under an alias, you always kept a distance from your buyers. now, you regret ever selling your art that way, wondering how long you would have gone on without meeting sunwoo again.

“i didn’t know where they were gonna be displayed,” you mumbled, “what about the last painting? there were seven…”

“at home. i wanted to keep that one for myself.”

“this morning, you knew it was me.”

it wasn’t a question, you simply stated. sunwoo nodded in reply.

“ever since you said my name.”

[ambitiouspotions]

FOR THE TROOP | FRANKIE MORALES | DRABBLE

summary — frankie is trying to convince his friends to buy his daughter’s girl scout cookies

word count — 1.5k

warnings — domestic fluff (dad frankie, three kids), post triple frontier, redfly’s death mentioned, casual drinking

author’s note — totally forgot this was in my drafts, and now i’m remembering my brownie scout days like it was yesterday

five mismatched camping chairs were lining the front of the open garage. all of the chairs besides the one furthest to the left were occupied, which was reserved for tom, who hadn't been present for six years but still deserved a spot when the guys gathered. there was an opened beer in the cupholder because tom still needed a drink too.

the spring breeze was nudging the freshly weeded flowerbeds. frankie had his hat hanging over the ear of the chair, sipping a cold corona with a squeezed lime wedge shoved in the neck of the bottle. he itched the underside of his jawline as he watched his three children dart in and out of the lawn sprinkler.

frankie's khaki cargo shorts and t-shirt still had remnants of water droplets on them from setting up the sprinkler. he was manspreading in his chair, comfortable in the weather the day had provided.

you were inside the house attempting to clean while your husband had everyone outside. even if the chores needed to be done it was relaxing without any human under four and a half feet tall questioning your every move. so you played the speaker a little too loudly, but to clear your slightly guilty conscience you left the screen of the door open if anyone happened to need your help.

as the eldest of the three morales children settled the younger two into some sort of ridiculous game, frankie cleared his throat. “alright, we can't just sit and drink beer,” he rocked his shoulder blades back a little, setting his beer securely in the chair’s cup holder. “we have business to attend to.”

“your text literally said ‘drinks on me, watching kids,” benny reminded him with a half smirk.

“i couldn't get you all here without incentive,” frankie rummaged through his pocket quickly pulling out a folded order sheet for girl scout cookies. the rainbow page and its partially filled-out information were now taking frankie’s attention. “so who's forking over cash for mi mija?”

will chuckled, glancing at the sheet. “oh no.”

“she's been working hard,” frankie said defensively. “if her troop sells the most cookies they get a weekend sleepover at the horse ranch. you're gonna take away ponies from a seven-year-old?”

“fine three boxes: two thin mints and one shortbread,” will agreed, as if he would've actually said no in the first place. he loved that little girl like she was his own.

“i'll take two of the peanut butter,” santiago was already pulling out his wallet as frankie jotted down the information on the order sheet.

“one, make ‘em samoas,” benny mumbled, having a very hard sense of self-control he was forced to wash over himself.

“one box?” frankie was personally offended. he wanted his daughter’s troop to have the best chance they could at receiving the grand prize from the most cookie sales.

“i'm cutting and i can't be sneakin’ cookies in the middle of the night. gotta stay in shape,” benny took a drink of his beer.

“she wants to sit by the bonfire after playing cowgirl all day, man. do you not have a soul?” frankie tapped his pen against paper. “buy more and freeze 'em’ for when you're bulking.” frankie insisted like any good dad salesman would.

“hell no, too much temptation,” benny stood firmly on his morals trying not to give into that coconut caramel goodness.

“you guys gotta step up, this much,” frankie made a small pinching motion with his fingers. “you're killing me. mija wants to be a future business leader of america and you’re denying ponies in her youth.” if he could have been standing on a soapbox he would have been.

santiago shrugged casually. “if you're pressed about it maybe you need to be buying them, fish.”

frankie became oddly quiet, glancing to his children playing and then to the house. he steadied his beer in his cup holder before leaning back in his chair to see if you were near the screen door behind them. you still seemed to be occupied.

even with your cleaning music playing in the background frankie still began to whisper. “none of you, and i mean, none of you can say shit.”

will, benny, and santiago all leaned in just a bit. frankie’s gaze was guarding the door as if it was going to open any second.

“i already bought some,” frankie confessed.

santiago furrowed his brows. “some?”

“some” didn't seem like any reason to be ducking down like a kid who was hiding a bad test score.

“like a fuckin’ pallet.” frankie had a completely straight face.

will’s mouth dropped slightly. “you mean like a case?”

frankie shook his head, cringing a bit knowing he was about to fully out himself to his friends. “no, like a pallet.” he reiterated. “it’s little over two thousand boxes.”

“fish, what the fuck?” benny cursed in that all knowing tone that his friend had officially lost his mind.

oblivious to all of the conversation, frankie’s children were laughing and giggling, shoving their faces into the stream of water as the sprinkler oscillated.

frankie was immediately trying to justify his actions. “i know a guy in mexico city and he said he’d buy ‘em when i drop ‘em on my next flight.”

santiago was grinning from ear to ear, trying to contain himself. “you're trafficking cookies?” it was almost too ridiculous to comprehend his friend being so head over heels for his daughter that he was pushing girl scout cookies across the border.

“hey,” frankie warned. “she’s been making posters and called everyone on mami’s phone, and i’m just giving her a boost.”

“what is that like…ten thousand dollars worth of a boost?” will did some quick configuring, he was off by a couple thousand, but he was trying to be less harsh with his guess.

one hundred sixty-eight cases to a pallet and twelve boxes per case with the inclusion of the six dollars a box charge, frankie had spent a hefty penny. he couldn't buy less than a pallet, so he went for the big purchase.

“and speaking of mami?” benny raised a brow questioningly. he knew that you definitely wouldn’t be on board with this scenario, especially with his friend becoming so secretive in order to spill the information.

“she doesn't know yet because she hasn't seen the credit card statement yet” frankie was now avoiding eye contact with his friends. he also was in no rush to correct will’s incorrect guess about the amount of money he had spent.

frankie had the shipment of cookies routed to the airport already. they were tucked away in the hanger ready to be flown out.

“he’s a dead man walkin’,” benny laughed, holding his stomach. he couldn't contain himself any longer.

“i was gonna tell her—”

redfly would be telling frankie to get comfortable with his sofa right about now. there was no way that he could get away from this argument unscathed. this wasn't an accident of spending an extra hundred dollars at costco; this was basically a small loan.

“—but what didn't want to admit you were crazy?” santiago laughed.

frankie was turning his head again to make sure all the laughter didn't spook his wife.

“look at her,” frankie gestured loosely to the yard. his oldest and only girl was prancing around in her rainbow peace sign bathing suit conducting the younger two boys. “was i supposed to let her down?”

“i think she would've been fine, fish,” will mumbled, eyeing the youngest of the morales children waddling over with a soaked diaper.

frankie immediately scooped up the little boy, not minding that he was soaking wet. he grabbed a towel from under his chair and wrapped the boy tightly. “you don't have kids you wouldn't get it.” he shrugged, patting the little boy’s back.

“you didn't see her face,” frankie tried to justify his reasoning again. “her troop out of the entire county has to sell enough, and i mean that's miserable.”

the men were silent for a moment, living in the moment of the spring day, partially judging and partially sympathetic to his situation.

“FRANCISCO MORALES,” a loud voice erupted from through the screen door. frankie winced.

you had started going through the mail on the counter, trying to clear the clutter from the kitchen, and almost thought the paper bill was a mistake. that was until you began checking the charge on the mobile app which was linked to frankie’s card—that could only mean one thing—he was the one stupid enough to actually do it.

“alright, nice knowing you, hermano,” santiago immediately stood up, ruffling the hair of the youngest morales in the process.

“uh-uh, you got this, fish,” benny nodded, signaling his brother, will, to pick up the pace by getting himself off the camping chair.

will placed his beer into frankie’s secondary cup holder. “you're gonna need that more than me, man.”

his friends were quick to make themselves scarce.

frankie exhaled, looking mighty guiltily at you through the screen door. “hey mami, you look as radiant as ever,” he began though only earning squinted eyes from you.

the two other children were running up to their father when they noticed him going towards the screen door. they might have been his last saving grace.

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[starlostseungmin]

thirteen, hjs.

✰ notes: hi i know it’s been a while! i hope you’re still here waiting for me but i get that you’re not since i was long gone and didn’t say anything TT y’all i’m not officially back but here’s a short drabble i made after hearing han’s 13. the man made me bawl my eyes out. don’t forget to reblog, leave tags and comment! — i wrote this drabble a few minutes after i heard the song mehehe

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masterlist. song inspo. (paragraphs/sentences with * and italized are han’s memories.)

han sat alone at the back of the bus with his headphones on. the sceneries that passed by made him fall into his thoughts about what happened to the both of you. his elbow rested on the armseat with his lips placed at the back of his palm, eyes filled with sadness and love, but he didn’t have a choice back then. those happiness he felt wasn’t his in the first place. 

* it was the season of spring, the cherry blossom petals danced with the wind and some fell on your hair. you heard han laugh as he brushed them away one by one. 

“it’s cute,” he said and the way you giggled made his heart melt. “finish that up before it melts,” 

“okay,” you answered, linking your other arm with his while eating the chocolate ice cream he bought for you on the other hand. 

* it became a habit of his to annoy you as you study for your finals. the way he makes your long hair as a fake mustache or pokes your cheek out of nowhere borrows an extra pen from your pen case, and writes a funny note on your paper with his quokka doodles and if you choose to stop him, he’d place a kiss on your cheek which would distract you from it. 

“you can’t do that,” you said. 

“why not?” he asked, pouting his lips but then you gave them a peck. 

“because i’m studying, that’s why,” you answered, going back to reading your textbook, leaving him flustered and dumbfounded, making you smirk in secret. 

han arrived at the beach early in the morning. the cold wind brushed his hair as he walked slowly toward the shore, hands in his pockets while feeling the breeze and the gentle waves. he closed his eyes and yet another nostalgic memory flashed in his mind, remembering how his heart would go crazy every time you were with him. 

* in the same season of spring, the night he walked you home as you held each other’s hands, he hated the fact that this would end your moment for the day and had to see you tomorrow again. he would whine about it making you laugh and share a kiss to say good night. 

“i’ll see you in the morning,” he said as you gave him a nod. 

“get home safely,” you answered as he started to take his way, waving at you before turning his back after you entered the dorms. the smile he has on his face will last a while. you made him so happy. 

* there are times that han wouldn’t let you go home when you visit him and you didn’t have a choice but to do a sleepover. it’s either you both sit on the couch while watching your favorite movies and when you fall asleep on his shoulder as he caresses your hair, he plants a kiss on the crown of your head, whispering millions of “i love you”. 

or when you would lay down beside each other on his bed while you’re fast asleep, he’d stare at you with a lovesick smile on his face while caressing your cheek. he’d admire how beautiful you were and thought about how lucky he was to have you in his life. 

but both of you knew that this love wouldn’t last longer than expected. 

* misunderstandings came by, and immature and irrational reasons started to spoil the relationship, saying both of you are too young to commit and understand the deeper meaning of being in love. time is one of the reasons, as well as different tastes and opposite perspectives. fights started to be serious until the breakup happened. 

you two stood face-to-face in front of your doorstep as han tried to fix the broken pieces of the puzzle you were making but you decided not to pursue it. at first, he didn’t want it, but you were consistent to stop and so, he fell into despair. 

han sat down on the sand, remembering how you used to visit this beach during high school and play tag, he would often carry you to the water as you squealed in laughter, arms locked around your waist 一giving you a tight hug. laughs were shared, and the smiles you showed, it was all pure. but the pain you left, he’s the only one who bears it. 

* with those times that you and han played at the arcade, he remembers them all, the plushie he won for you from that damn claw machine cost him a lot, or those shooting games that he lets you win every time and you thought he sucked at it, then those kids getting annoyed about how you take too long playing tetris. 

* “i’m sorry,” you told him. 

there’s nothing to be sorry for, it was all done. 

han broke down in tears with the sun shining bright and the sky was clear, it was a good day to be heartbroken. he couldn’t do anything now, he had to let you go and let the waves wash his pain away even if it was hard to do it. 

and there, he left. 

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[wonuwrites]

Ok my friend I thought of some options for another song reaction:

Smut - Levii's Jeans by Beyonce

Romance - Love Me Anyway by Chappell Roan

Angst (big BIG angst) - A House in Nebraska by Ethel Cain

I hope you like one of these!

Oooo~ I will check these out but def write them for you! I decided to breakup "Love Me Anyway" into units so this will be order so you know <3 According to randomizer I will be doing them in these order

Love Me Anyway (Vocal Unit) *You are here*

Love Me Anyway (Performance Unit)

A House In Nebraska (ps this song devastated me and I'm SO fucking excited for this one)

Love Me Anyway (Hip Hop Unit)

Levii's Jeans

I'll tag them in this when they are ready but hey let's get into the Vocal Unit's Love Me Anyway <3

ღ vocal unit || performance unit || hip hop unit

Just like my other song reactions, the order of the people in the drabbles will be in order of the song lyrics of the song <3. (btw this is my new favorite song so thank you anon i love you.)

Warnings: nothing really, might have some cursing but it's just gonna be pretty fluffy :) Some body confidence issues in Jeonghan's btw

ღ Joshua: "I love you because you have those Polaroids of me inside your nightstand."

You had decided it was time to do some spring cleaning. You had put your hair up and was straightening some things up in your room. You found some of Jisoo's jewelry and decided to put them in his nightstand. That's when you discovered a polaroid book you never saw before. Impulsively, you grabbed the book and saw that there were a bunch of random Polaroids showing you and moments in your relationship. Your heart started to swell as each memory came flooding back as you touched each picture. It made you love him even more. Little did you know, Jisoo had gotten home a bit earlier and was leaning against your bedroom door frame watching you relive the memories. He couldn't help but feel a bit anxious because that was supposed to be your anniversary gift that was a month away but he also loved how happy you looked looking at them. He felt very similar actually. It was at that moment when you looked up at him and couldn't stop smiling, "baby, how long have you had these?!" "Awhile," was all he could say while he looked at you which made you blush. You looked back at the photobook and just felt so touched to be able to go through memories like this.

ღ Jeonghan: "And I love you because you're understanding when I'm too shy to show my skin."

Jeonghan's love language toward you was teasing for most part. However, there were times when he knew that you needed a little TLC aka tender love and care. Those times came when you were struggling with the way you looked and a bit self conscious about showing skin. He would know you were struggling with negative thoughts pretty quickly. If you were in a sundress that was a bit shorter and you kept trying to pull it down in the back, he would casually stand behind you so nobody could look. When you were sitting, he would hand you his jacket with a soft smile so you could put it over your thighs. He hated that you had these thoughts but he knew you were working on them. He learned pretty quickly compliments would do nothing but these actions he did always made you snuggle up to his side and he'd feel like the luckiest son of a bitch ever. <3

ღ Woozi: "And I love you because you lead me back to bed when I wander in my sleep."

Jihoon found out about your sleepwalking ways literally the first night you both had a sleepover. He thought you got up to go to the bathroom and when you took awhile to come back, he went to go investigate because well... he missed you. When he saw you 'staring' at your house plant and telling it that 'you didn't need ketchup' he put two and two together. He found it precious and didn't want you to be embarrassed about it so he never made it a big deal. Whenever you would sleepwalk, he would simply just lead you back to the bedroom. He would fall into whatever you were talking about. If you were ever embarrassed by it in the morning, he would quickly shut it down and say "it happens babe, don't worry about it." When you would say "no it's not normal," he would just wrap you in his arms and kiss you. He literally had no issue with helping you when you slept walked and helping you was normal for him. It was the least he could do.

ღ Dokyeom: "Autumn came and December went. Turned you down at your high school dance. You la-love me anyway."

You were sitting next to your newly wed husband, Lee Seokmin, as members of Seventeen and both of your family members came up to share stories about y'all and your relationship. You've known each other for ten years but had been dating/engaged for the last three. That's why when Mingyu who went to high school with you both came up he couldn't help but laugh before starting his story. "When Seokmin first told me he had a crush on (Y/N), we were getting ready for a school dance." This made Seokmin blush and hide his face while you started to laugh. This bit of lore from your relationship was embarrassing for you both however it was funny to see where you both ended up being. You see, Seokmin used to be even more shier then he was now and you were just super self conscious. It was the second to last slow dance and he came up to ask you to dance. You just shook your head and ran away leaving him in the dust confused. You just didn't think someone that was as attractive as him would ever be genuine. Even though it mortified him at the time, he still ended up marrying you and neither of you could ask for a more perfect ending. <3

ღ Seungkwan: "When I met you at summer camp, I would never give you a chance. You still la-love me anyway."

When you were younger, the more red flags a man had, the better. That's why Seungkwan was not on your radar when you both were camp counselors. He was kind to the attendees and everyone. He always flashed you a smile because well he was down bad first glance but to you he could be nothing but a friend. It wasn't until years after you both met and had been friends until you realized it had always been him. You both had been sitting on a blanket watching the stars when his hand just grabbed yours. You looked over at him confused but the look on his face was nervous. He always had a confident aura around him but tonight he was nervous. This was a new side of Seungkwan and it made you nervous as well. "(Y/N), I love you. I've loved you since day one. Can you please give me a chance now?" The question made you blush like crazy before you nodded. "I should've given you a chance years ago, Seungkwan. I love you too."

Hopefully this was good <3 Stream Love Me Anyway bc it's so cute :) (Performance Unit's should be up later today or tomorrow <3)

[piedpiperslists]

Jungkook Drabbles (XLV)

* s - contains smut

Of Caresses & Promises by @ditttiii s established relationship Summary: You love your husband and you know that he loves you just as much, if not more. But sometimes, you can’t help but feel like he could do better—better than you.

Sneezes And Cuddles by @ditttiii established relationship Summary: You hate being sick. You hate spring more, but somehow being cuddled by your boyfriend, makes it all worth it.

Kitty by @ditttiii established relationship, hybrid au Summary: When shopping takes too long, and you come home to a needy kitten.

I Knew You Were Trouble by @yoongiphoria angst, artist!Jungkook, producer!reader, FWB Summary: This is how he leaves you, by putting you down like you're a toy that no longer interests him.

Illicit Affairs by @onlyswan angst, cheating Summary: Don’t call me baby. Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me. You showed me colors you know I can’t see with anyone else.

Wide-eyed by @onlyswan established relationship Summary: I think you should come live with me, and we can be pirates, then you won’t have to cry.

Scrapbook by @taleasnewastime established relationship

Club by @taleasnewastime friends to lovers

Text Back by @taleasnewastime friends to lovers

Knee Pads by @kooshours s volleyball player!Jungkook, established relationship Summary: In which you couldn't resist your boyfriend's delicious thighs in those knee pads of his... And he realized just how much you loved them.

April Fools by @army-author rivals au Summary: “You made these cupcakes for me?”

Affection by @army-author friends to lovers Summary: affection /əˈfɛkʃ(ə)n/ noun. a gentle feeling of fondness or liking

Butterflies by @army-author friends to lovers Summary: We’ve had this tradition as besties to have a sleepover once a year but this year….it feels different…were your pajamas always this cute??…did I always have butterflies???

Rented Hearts by @army-author rent-a-girlfriend au Summary: Jungkook’s friends peer pressure him into renting a girlfriend for the evening. Of course, Jungkook’s only doing it to prove a point - that rent-a-girlfriend schemes do not work. But when you show up for the date, Jungkook’s resolve begins to waver…

Listen by @hoseokhasmyheartxx s new relationship Summary: Your relatively new boyfriend shows you a different side of himself that you can’t get enough of.

[wttcsms]

do u guys wanna do a sleepover drabble event tonight, this time i swear on my life to get them all done asap (im about to ghost you all until the first or second week of january bc im finishing up my winter intersession course, my spring semester is going to slightly overlap with it for some reason??, the first section of the cpa exam is scheduled for feb 12 for me, and i have to get acclimated to my new spring internship)

[dahyuns-hoodie]

dahyo childhood best friends to lovers drabble! i imagine this is set in the world of ‘you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts’ except dahyun meets sana before college and she’s in love with jihyo as well (it just takes a while for her to accept it).

fluff, pining, 1.7k words

jihyo is six the first time she meets dahyun.

she’d had friends before - a fair amount of them, in fact - but she’s never had a best friend. she didn’t have someone whom she could share all of her secrets with or someone who’d always pick her first… until kim dahyun stumbled into her life.

jihyo is six the first time she meets dahyun in their neighborhood playground. her first impression of dahyun is this pale girl with long, obsidian braids and a lavender sun hat who’s really, really adorable. jihyo wants to be friends with her, so she excitedly waddles over to introduce herself.

“hi!” she waves excitedly, a grin overtaking her pudgy face. “i’m jihyo! are you new here? i’m six and a half. i love your hat, it suits you! wanna be friends?”

dahyun lifts her head, warm eyes meeting curious ones. “i’m dahyun,” she introduces, voice lilting pleasantly like a cool spring breeze.

jihyo cooes. “awwww, you’re even cuter up close!” she exclaims with the raw truthfulness only a six-year old can harness.

dahyun flushes a bit, bashfully tucking in her head. “thanks, unnie. yes, i’m new to this neighborhood, i’m five, and i think your cap is cool. i’d like to be friends too.”

it’s there, jihyo proudly beaming while showing dahyun her yankees baseball cap, in the middle of a small park in a rural neighborhood, that jihyo meets her best friend for the rest of her life.

dahyun is a lot of things, jihyo learns. she’s calm and shy most of the time (which compliment’s jihyo’s hyper nature) but she can also get excited over her passions. dahyun likes to play piano and eat chocolate and paint pretty pictures of the scenery. dahyun is smart, and kind, and ever so cute.

jihyo likes dahyun a lot. she likes how comfortable the younger girl makes her feel, her corny jokes, and how she always listens to jihyo when she’s angrily ranting about her troubles (unlike her younger sisters).

they spend almost all of their time with each other. the two of them race on their bikes around the neighborhood until dusk. they gossip at lunch under a serene willow tree. their summers are spent in jihyo’s pool having water balloon fights and stuffing their faces with popsicles.

jihyo is extremely defensive of dahyun as they grow older. she has this innate urge to protect her - from her family, mean people, the world - it doesn’t matter to jihyo. all that matters to her is keeping dahyun safe.

which is why when dahyun’s parents get a divorce in the middle of fifth grade, jihyo’s family is all too willing to help dahyun during the process.

it only took one night of dahyun running over to jihyo’s house, face streaked with tears because of her parents’ fighting, to convince jihyo’s family that dahyun needed to stay with them.

of course, it’s horrible that dahyun has to hurt because of her parents’ split; jihyo knows that. but selfishly, she’s thrilled to have the girl even closer to her. she likes having sleepovers with dahyun almost every night. she likes having the younger girl holed up so sweetly in her bed.

dahyun is soft and warm and utterly pliant in her arms. her hands slot perfectly in between jihyo’s. dahyun makes her feel so many emotions.

after that summer, the divorce is settled and dahyun moves back to her own house. jihyo complains about it more than a few times, and dahyun can only roll her eyes exasperatedly and remind the older girl that they have sleepovers practically every weekend anyway.

when the two of them go to middle school, they drift apart. they still sit together and lunch and talk frequently, but due to jihyo’s excessive club leadership positions and dahyun’s involvement in the music programs at school, they’re left with less time to spend with each other.

this newfound time apart manifests itself in the form of new friends. in seventh grade, jihyo’s vice captain of the tennis club, with an eighth grader named yoo jeongyeon as president. in another lifetime, jihyo thinks, they would’ve had the potential to be best friends. their sense of humor and competitive nature match each other perfectly.

but in this lifetime, jihyo can’t bring herself to care that deeply about jeongyeon because she can’t get the image of a certain girl out of her mind.

she’s still good friends with jeongyeon, though, especially because jeongyeon’s best friend - im nayeon - is the president of drama club, which jihyo’s also the vice president of. together, the three of them form a little trio, and jihyo finds their company enjoyable. their trio turns to a quartet with the new addition of momo, a mutual friend of nayeon and jeongyeon.

dahyun finds some other friends too - quite a few, honestly. she’s coming out of her shell more often these days, jihyo notices. chaeyoung and tzuyu, two sixth graders that are the same age as dahyun, follow dahyun around these days. a shy and reserved girl named mina follows, and sana joins her in the spring semester.

as luck would have it, sana and momo are bosom buddies and it’s through them that jihyo and dahyun’s friend groups interlace.

she’s glad to be around dahyun more often again. (there’s a soft spot in her heart for dahyun - she suspects there always will be.) she laughs hopelessly when dahyun overdramatically serenades her when they go out to karaoke. she likes feeling dahyun’s hand in hers again, relieved when she notes that they still fit perfectly together.

she’s in love with dahyun, she realizes one day. jihyo’s read her fair share of romance books, but she’s never consumed anything where a character has such a nonchalant interpersonal discovery.

if this were a novel, she’d run into the rain and confess her feelings for dahyun, or excitedly text her friends to ask for advice, or push her love interest away because she doesn’t want to ‘risk their friendship.’

but this isn’t a novel. jihyo blinks up at the ceiling. she’s in love with dahyun, the earth will keep spinning, and nothing changes except the emergence of a delightfully fuzzy feeling in her chest that she wants to be there forever. she smiles.

they’re no longer children anymore when they enter high school - dahyun’s become sickeningly attractive. jihyo feels nauseous whenever she looks at her - no longer is dahyun the cute little baby that she once knew - she’s taller than jihyo now, and absolutely stunning.

unfortunately, jihyo’s not the only one who seems to notice this. chaeyoung’s absolutely lovesick over dahyun for the better part of their freshman year, much to the dismay of both jihyo and mina. she spends all of her time drooling over how sweet dahyun is, and in front of mina sometimes too. did this girl have no tact? jihyo wants to punch her.

eventually, chaeyoung gets over dahyun and her and mina start dating in the summer. jihyo’s fervently relieved by this outcome.

her feelings are confusing - she loves dahyun, she wants the younger girl beyond belief, but she can’t bear to confess. maybe it’s because she’s scared of dahyun’s response - even jihyo, her closest friend, can’t read her half the time. maybe it’s because she doesn’t think she’s worthy of being with dahyun. maybe she’s just a coward.

so jihyo and dahyun enter sophomore year and jihyo dives in headfirst into overextending herself in academic achievement to repress any romantic urges she may or may not possess towards her best friend.

dahyun and her don’t hold hands anymore or cuddle, but they still text daily and hang out during the weekends when jihyo’s not busy with her clubs. dahyun is endlessly attentive and forgiving when jihyo’s in a foul mood or late due to setbacks in her schedule. jihyo buys the younger girl treats as her thanks. dahyun’s changed a lot since they were kids, but she still had a sweet tooth.

jihyo wonders if everyone does this - texts them good night at 2am in the morning and feeds them ice cream and daydreams about kissing them - with their best friends. she’s not in a rush to find out.

dahyun comes knocking on her back door at an ungodly hour one night of their sophomore summer. jihyo scrambles out of bed and quickly rushes to open it for her.

jihyo’s so screwed.

jihyo’s mouth dries as she takes her in, dahyun’s elegant hair falling in dark waves over her shoulders, her short silk pajamas being too revealing for jihyo’s tastes, her radiant face illuminated by pale moonlight.

fuck, she’s so screwed!

“hey hyo,” dahyun mumbles thickly, nerves apparent. “can i talk about something? it’s kind of important?”

jihyo immediately nods and urges dahyun to come in, grabbing dahyun an extra robe and leading her by the hand to her room.

“of course, hyun,” jihyo reassures soothingly once they’re sitting next to each other at the front of jihyo’s bed.

“i’m here for you, always.”

(dahyun doesn’t know how true that is. she has no idea of the depths of jihyo’s affections, would probably never comprehend how much jihyo would do for her.)

dahyun takes a deep, shuddering breath, and jihyo tries to mask her concern. did something happen with her stepparents again? was she getting bullied? is she having depressive thoughts? is she moving back to korea? does she have cancer? jihyo overthinks and her mind almost crashes.

“i’m lesbian,” dahyun says. the room is so quiet you can hear a pin drop. jihyo almost laughs - thank goodness the news wasn’t anything awful - but she remembers that dahyun is terrified and she would be deeply hurt if jihyo responded in a laid-back manner.

“there’s nothing wrong with that,” jihyo is quick to respond, firmly. she knows dahyun’s parents are quiet conservative. “that’s perfectly okay, dahyun. thank you for sharing this with me.”

dahyun looks up at her, all gentle and vulnerable, and jihyo’s brain almost short-circuits. “thank you, unnie. can i…” dahyun swallows. “can i stay with you tonight?”

‘no,’ jihyo wants to respond, ‘because i’ll have a heart attack and need to be carted to the emergency room if i so much as graze your bare legs with my own.’

“of course.” jihyo’s smile is wobbly. she’d do anything for dahyun.

jihyo slips off into dreamland in a mess of tangled limbs and endless pining.

[twochildreninamoteldemo]

hey joey, happy dadfucker friday :)

i'm asking everyone whose opinions i love, so in your world, how and when does deanjohn start?

HAPPY DFF (saturday version) LANA!!! okay i'm a month and a day late to this ask basically, but i finally have the time (company time, heh) to answer this. here's a drabble.

Whatever this turns into begins with a drink. Dean knows his father's taste in whiskey from only sight, not taste, but that changes one winter night when he's twelve. John's always touchier when he's had a few too many, Dean's used to that. And he's used to the tears. He's used to the roughness of his father's beard when John asks to hold him, the redness it'll leave behind on his own chin. He's used to the Marys and the Deans, the way they blur into mumbles. He's used to the way John starts out angry before he dissolves into a slump in whatever armchair--or bed, if there isn't one--the next motel offers. He's used to the ensuing apologies, though Dean's never sure if they're meant for him.

Tonight Sam's at a friend's house for a sleepover, something rarely permitted, but there's something far away about their father this week, something distracted. Dean's seen this before, though it doesn't come around too often. Maybe once every couple of years. It always starts kicks up into a frenzy by the end. Last time John got like this, Sam was five and Dean was nine and John nearly broke his youngest's arm when Sam got too grabby. He was five, and John was drunk, and Dean was crying because he didn't know how to stop it.

And tonight, while Sam probably watches Rugrats while getting a run down on all the episodes he's never watched from a snot-nosed classmate on a grimy suburban basement couch, Dean's feeling the painful grip of his father's hand around his wrist, not angry but forceful, pleading, a slight shake or vibration of his father's fingers. "Mary," he sobs, and Dean knows he's really gone this time.

"Come on, Dad, just lie down--"

But John won't, jerking hard when Dean tries to pry the bottle from his free hand, golden liquid sloshing inside. Dean decides that's a broken cause. One step before another. "Let's sit down," he says.

John's nodding, and his lips speaking incomprehensible words, silent and quick. His lips press together over and over. Mary, Dean reads. It's always the same.

He lets John believe he's making his own decisions, as if his son isn't urging him along to sit on the mattress, the two of them tucked together where the springs force them into a lopsided dip. Dean's nearly in John's lap, and under his weight, his father sighs, wrapping an arm around his waist. John's head is on his shoulder, and Dean finds himself running a hand across his head, through his hair. It's matted and greasy, but Dean finds he doesn't mind that so much. It's his dad's.

Once John is calm, nearly crooning into his son's collarbone, Dean slips the whiskey out of his father's loosened grip, setting it softly on the bedside table next to the yellow lamp and the telephone and the complementary notepad bearing the motel's name at the top of each slip. He lets his arms wrap around John's back, feeling his father's hot breath on his chest, that slowing breathing, almost wet in its heaviness.

Gently, he pushes John until his dad is lying down, but before he can climb off to haul his legs onto the bed, John's pulling him down on top of him, and that's when Dean feels it--something strangely poking at his thigh. He both understands and doesn't--it's something that happens to his own body, but mainly when sneaking a peek at John's skin mags, looking at glossy spreads of beautiful blondes with perfect tits. He's not sure what to make of it now, so he swallows, and lies there awkwardly, afraid to move a muscle. "D-dad?" he asks, shakily.

"Shh-shh--Mary, shh," is the slur of sound that tumbles from John's mouth, big hands wrapping around Dean's jaw, holding his face up. Dean's frozen when his father's lips meet his, scratchy at first, then slimy when he feels a tongue prod at him. It tastes sour, a bit firey. His mouth. The whiskey.

"Dad, stop," Dean murmurs, and the word makes John pause, eyes opening a bit more. Dean's not sure if he really meant it. His father's hands are so big and warm, his face cold, and the roughness of them right, somehow.

"Son?" he whispers, pulling back, licking his lips. "Oh, god, Dean--"

"S'okay," Dean mumbles in reply, shaking. He's heard the girls giggle about their first kisses in the hallways at school between the slam of lockers and the scuff of sneakers on the tile. That's what it was, he realizes. My first kiss. He feels like he should be feeling sick right now, but for some reason, he doesn't. There's something warm in his belly. His heart is pounding, and he wants to curl up beside Sam and forget this ever happened, but his belly is warm.

When he crawls off the bed again, John's head has fallen back onto the mattress and his eyes are closed. The threat of a snore leaves his nose. Dean finds the cap for the whiskey and tucks it away in their duffle bags, then goes over to the radiator to adjust the heat. It's cold in here, he thinks. The snow begins to fall outside.

[jjungkookislife]

Lonely Night is such a great drabble update 😍 Jin is such a personality. The return of the Christmas playlist 😂 His “We carpool” when Jk wanted to drive with just the two of them next time 😂 and the licking of Jk’s face 🤣 I really love him. And must the main couple be more adorable that they already are? They got so used on being together all the time that they can’t sleep apart anymore?!?!? 🥹 THAT S SO FREAKIN CUTE 😫😭🥺 I really love them and I’m gonna miss them so much, along with the gang and the Jeon family. I guess we’ll just wait to see more of them in the future but thank you so much for giving us these additional drabbles 🥺 They are amazing as always 🥰

I hope you are doing well and taking care of yourself ☺️

Thank you! I adore Seokjin so much 😭 I had seen a clip of him and JK “fighting” with each other and it reminded me of me and my sister lmao total sibling behavior and me and my sister have the same age gap as JK and Jin 😂

They’re so cute! They tried to sleep and they couldn’t which is going to be difficult as they move forward with the semester but there will be plenty of sleepovers at JK’s place 😊

I have 2 more drabbles in planned so hopefully I can get those done as well. I have one for Valentine’s Day and one for Spring Break 💜

[ao3feed-narlie]

Charlie and Nick Drabble

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/bnI0tVq by nicknelsonisanareskid This is just gonna be a collection of Drabble shots that I wrote bc my brain came up with them, likely at like 1 am Words: 638, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Fandoms: Heartstopper (TV), Heartstopper (Webcomic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper), Jane Spring, Victoria "Tori" Spring Relationships: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, Drabble Collection, Nicknames, Smitten Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Bisexual Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Sleepy Cuddles, Good Parent Jane Spring, Sleepovers, Banter, Love, Gay, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Romance, Romantic Fluff, Long-Distance Relationship, Nicholas "Nick" Nelson has Strong Rugby Arms, Established Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring, Tooth-Rotting Fluff read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/bnI0tVq