#wc: 672

[cxffecoupx]

our little thing

chwe hansol + bickering over which christmas movie is superior wc: 672 warnings: vernon being a cutie, gets a little emotional at the end (i think) author's note: todays exam was shit. this was made in a haste. please bear with me (me for the 23456th time). but i kinda like it a little. also basically i've tweaked the prompt a little i guess. but this was the general idea. hope you like it <33 winter wonderland masterlist

"sol, stop sulking; it's been more than an hour now!"

hansol just huffs once more before crossing his arms across his chest and looking away. you walk over to him to sit beside him.

"it was just a silly debate, non. i didn't even mean it that seriously."

"silly?! you mean to tell me, that movies are silly?!" he mocks a hurt expression before pressing his palm to his chest to drive his point home. you can only roll your eyes at this drama queen of a boyfriend.

two hours ago, vernon posed a question that he explained was 'in the spirit of the holidays'.

"what's your favourite christmas movie?" he asked while you were looking at decoration ideas through pinterest for seungcheol's christmas bash.

you actually had to judge him for that. for asking you that question, when he very well knew the fact that you were: 1) not a movie person, and 2) not a holiday person (two things that emotionally hurts vernon every time you express it, he claims).

so without much thought, you say what could have been the worst answer anyone could ever give to a movie person who likes the holidays:

"i dont know; i never really cared."

vernon swears he heard something break into a million pieces at that moment. if he were half as dramatic as his best friend seungkwan was, he'd have faked a faint and fell to the floor with his hand to the forehead (you say this in detail because this has happened before - when you answered the same way when he asked what your favourite christmas song was).

you thank whoever is up there that your boyfriend is nonchalant.

but this answer was enough for your stoic boyfriend to pout (a pout!! that you has to resist kissing), and move to the other end of the couch, far away from you, with the same worked up expression as right now.

for a whole two hours, he stayed huffing and puffing across from you.

you try to get him to look at you, but when that doesn't work, you climb onto his lap and hold his face between your hands. his face felt cold to the touch, nose a pretty pink and lips still in a pout.

this time, you don't resist your urge to kiss.

you lean in and press a lingering kiss to his lips. you could feel him melt under you, leaning into you while trying to deepen the connection. when you pull away after some time, he rushes to chase your lips. you place a finger to his.

"sol," you take a breath and continue.

"i've never really celebrated the holidays before. i mean, we did have some quality family time during the meals, of course. but we've never shopped for ornaments, or decorated the tree and put up a star. i've never sat down with them to watch christmas movies."

you smile when you notice his nose become even red, and smooch it.

"so, i've never really found the appeal to it. i'm grateful for all the holidays i've had, i really am. but there are just some things i silently wish for at times."

he takes a deep breath and pulls you in for a hug.

"let me fulfill that wish for you. we're a family, you and i. we can make new traditions, you know? i've watched a lot of holiday movies, we can watch them together ever year. make it special with some wine, or some hot chocolate. some caramel popcorn. a warm blanket around us."

he pauses to smile before going on.

"and you'll fall asleep in the middle of it, but i won't wake you up because then i'll get to have your share of the popcorn too. and i can tease you about it till the next year, when we do more things to tease each other about."

vernon presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

"you and i can slowly make it our little thing, just like you've wanted."

prompt by @novelbear divider by @adornedwithlight

[mydarlingclaudia]

Hello! I dont know if this count as request but something something about Leon slipping the heels for us and kissing the knees :(

No pressure my love💌

hi hi!! omg yes ofc I actually had something in my drafts to remind me to write something like this!! thank you so much for requesting here’s a little blurb <3 also I think this can be seen as any Leon after re2r but I imagined re6 Leon <3

tags : @lottiies @luvrgreyy wc : 672

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It’s late when you walk through the door, you’re not sure what time, but all the neighboring houses have their lights turned out, Leon must be asleep. You’re tired, thank God you didn’t pass out on the drive home. A night out with your friends had been long overdue, Leon was fine with it, he was just going to stay home and finish some paperwork, anyway.

You make your way through the kitchen and hallway to get to yours and Leon’s bedroom, you hear the hum of the tv through the door, maybe he fell asleep with the tv on?

When you open the door, he’s awake, sitting up against the headboard with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes flicking to you once you step inside.

“Hey,” Leon sits up straighter, lifting the blanket from his lap and ignoring whatever news anchor he was watching before. “Have a good time?”

“Yeah,” You nod and set your purse down on the dresser as one hand rubs over your face. “Why’re you still up?”

Leon chuckles and stands from the bed, coming around it and making his way to you. “What, don’t want me waiting up for you?” You step forward and let him wrap your arms around you, you rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes.

“Mm, no. I gotta get ready for bed, though.”

“Tired?”

“I feel like that’s obvious.” Leon snickers and presses kisses to the top of your head, you let out a hum of appreciation.

“I got you, don’t worry.” You let out a soft groan when he pulls away from you, watching him move to the dresser to pull out your pajamas, making his way to you again.

“You don’t gotta dress me,”

“Can I undress you, at least?”

“Yeah,” You giggle, Leon wastes no time in untucking your shirt from your shirt, you lift your arms up so he can pull it up over your head. “I hope you aren’t just trying to get me naked.”

“Would you complain?”

“If you make me do the work, maybe.” Leon chuckles and gently kisses you while he unclasped your bra and slides the straps off your shoulders. He says nothing else when he leans down to press kisses to your collarbone, sliding your skirt down your hips and letting it pool on the floor around your heels.

“Sit down,” He puts your pajama shirt in your hands, you sit down on the edge of the bed while you pull on your shirt. Your skin tingles underneath Leon’s fingertips when he trails them down your legs, kneeling down in front of you.

Leon’s quick to undo the straps of your heels, his forehead pressed against your knee while he watches his hands. You giggle when he lets out a small huff of frustration, grabbing your foot and putting it in his lap so he can see better.

He eventually gets your heel off, tossing it to the floor at the foot of your bed then moves to the other one. Leon sighs when he’s done and looks up at you, you smile down at him.

“I love you,” You tell him.

“Love you more,” Leon knocks his forehead against your knee, after a few seconds he starts kissing at your knees and calves, trailing his lips up and down, making sure to get the insides and outsides of your legs, too.

“That tickles,”

"Sorry," He doesn't stop, continuing to plant kisses over your knee-caps before giving the skin above gentle nips, then finally pulling away and standing up again. "You look tired."

"Then stop distracting me from going to bed." Leon sits down next to you and shuffles onto his side of the bed, patting the spot beside him for you to lie down. You don't hesitate, it's routine, one of his arms wrapped around you, your head buried in his chest or neck.

"This good enough for you?" You nod, his arm tightens around you while his hand absentmindedly runs up and down your spine.

[sinsxo]

i am focused. —nagi seishiro

synopsis. an annoyingly lazy project partner, a couch, and a little too much proximity — this was not part of your plans.

cw. long drabble, classmate!nagi x fem!reader, mild flirtation, mutual tension, academic stress, project partners, playful banter, high school

wc. 672 words, proofread.

it wasn’t that you disliked nagi seishiro, but after seeing how he had always been sleeping in class whenever you turned around to stretch your back or when the teachers would reprimand him for not finishing the homework they assigned, you wondered how he even managed to get such good grades and place above you in the rankings.

however, what you knew for sure was that he was the last person you wanted as your partner for a group project. a history presentation, no less — and god, you hated history. out of everyone in class, the odds of being paired with him felt nearly impossible. and yet, here you were. what were the chances, really?

it was thanks to your (horrible) luck that he ended up lying on your living room couch playing video games on his phone — the sound of guns firing, his fingers tapping rapidly on his phone, accompanied by the occasional sounds of digital monsters growling filling the room. the cacophony of noises became a soundtrack of distraction, breaking your attempts to focus.

you sighed, rolling your eyes. you regretted even dragging him here thinking that his lazy ass would be of any help — all that wasted effort convincing him to at least participate in the project.

“so,” you began as you scrolled through a presentation template. “are you going to help or will you just play games and coast on my hard work?”

“shit,” he muttered, urgently sitting up. “i died.”

“were you even listening to me, nagi?” you nagged. “you got the highest score in history, can you please at least give an idea?”

“my idea is…” he trailed off as he pretended to think. “that it’s too much of a hassle,” he said, lying back down onto the couch as he started another round of whatever game he was playing on his phone.

feeling frustrated, you snatched his phone away from him. “i’m keeping this from you until you actually contribute something to the project,” you said, stuffing it in the pocket of your sweatpants. “until then, no games for you. my grades are on the line here.”

nagi sighed, surrendering as he sat directly behind you. except, he was still on the couch. the both of you looked through the details of the presentation, nagi chipping in some knowledge which genuinely surprised you. how could someone who doesn’t even pay attention in class remember so much information that you couldn’t even memorise despite going through the textbook hundreds of times?

“what if we do it like this?” you asked with your back still facing him as you moved the text around on the presentation.

after a minute of silence, you turned around with a frown — only to find him already staring at you. “can i get a response at least?” you asked, irritation slipping into your voice. he just hummed lazily in return, eyes never leaving yours.

“seriously, nagi? were you even paying attention?” you crossed your arms, fully facing him now as you sat on the ground. “i need you to focus.”

“i am focused,” he murmured, leaning forward until his lips brushed near your ear, arms braced on either side of you. “on you.”

you blinked, completely caught off guard. “wha— what are you talking about?”

“the presentation looks fine,” he said, still trapping you in between his arms as he made some adjustments. “there we go, all done.”

he pulled back slightly, just enough for your eyes to meet — but not enough to give you room to breathe. “i’ll be taking this then,” he added, plucking his phone out of your pocket with a lazy smirk. “no complaints, right?”

he didn’t even spare you a second to respond before flopping back onto the couch, eyes glued to his phone again — the sounds of gunfire and monster growls resumed like nothing happened. honestly, this time you were glad that he wasn’t paying attention anymore. because you were a blushing, flustered mess.

yeah. you definitely hated this guy.

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[risuola]

ENTRY #9 ♡ F. READER X GOJO SATORU // I know you're lost, please take my hand.

contents: arranged marriage!au, fluffy — wc. 672

a/n: i wrote it before jjk261, let's pretend the chapter never happened oki? oki.

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“When you look at me, what do you see?”

He asked and you hummed.

You were looking at him and his eyes were fixed on you — studying, searching, questioning. Despite the faint light of a candle that danced across his features, the intense blue stood out as beautiful as ever and there was hope lingering inside of it, floating on top of the crystalline surface. You touched his face, his cheekbone and nose. You touched his lips. Your gentle fingers were exploring, admiring, because he was a piece to admire.

His features were neutral, almost relaxed, but there was a shadow of vulnerability that the world didn’t see often. Satoru wore a mask in his life, he learned at the earliest age of his life that emotions are there, bubbling inside his chest and that’s where they are supposed to stay, never reaching outside of his heart. He was taught that weakness is bad, that what he feels inside is not for the others to notice. That fear and love are death. But you—

“I see a boy.”

—you made him want to push the doors that for nearly three decades of his life were closed shut and very carefully locked away. Meticulously, you made your way through the difficult labyrinth of his personality and knocked, and pulled the handle, and rung the bell. You got there and stood, tall and confident, waiting for him to open, determined to see what’s inside.

And he let you.

“I see a boy who’s lost. Who cares so much about the others and so little about himself. Someone, who despite the fearless exterior is petrified to feel, to attach himself to someone, to open up and be vulnerable and weak. When I look at you, Satoru, I see a man who’s carrying a baggage of very difficult events that no person should carry alone and yet, he’s too stubborn to allow anyone’s hand to help him,” you were talking, letting your thoughts out and he was listening. Those eyes, full of blue and sparkles, were fixed on you, on your eyes and lips. He kept your hand to himself, brushing idle circles over your wrist and holding you near his face where your fingers were soothing his skin. “I see a boy that craves touch and love, longing masked as indifference and wit.”

“Perceptive, aren’t you?” He mused, but despite the teasing comment, his voice was soft and gentle, barely above whisper.

“I also see a sweet tooth like no other.”

“Alright, that’s enough.” His chuckle vibrated against the heel of your hand where he pressed his lips. “So, that’s who I am if not the strongest? A lost boy in need of attention?”

“To me, you are Satoru. You are my husband who blushed and got flustered each time I as much as brushed my fingers against you. Who got so lost in your own infinity that a simple touch startled you.”

“I can’t help but feel like you’re teasing me right now but I don’t mind it,” he said, nuzzling into the warmth of your hand and then, his arm wrapped around your middle, pulling you closer until there was no space between you and him.

He exhaled and relaxed, securing his grip around you and he melted with his nose against the top of your head, in your hair. Your breath tickled the bare skin over his shoulder, your fingers found the lines of his back and he wanted more. Satoru felt a rush of warmth shot throughout his body, he could smell your skin, a scent of the tastiest of desserts that filled his nostrils and it sent a shiver down his spine.

You felt perfect in his arms. As if you were meant to be there and your frame was carved out by gods just so you could fit against him like a piece of puzzle.

“You make vulnerability seem less scary,” he whispered into your hair and you hummed softly, allowing him to continue. “And I’m grateful for it.”

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[celestialmatcha7]

tied | nam-gyu

pairing: possessive! toxic! ex bf! nam-gyu x gn! reader

genre: angst

wc: 672

author's note: i hope you all enjoy and thank you so much for the likes and reblogs on my previous nam-gyu imagine. thank you!!! <3333

The shelter was dimly lit, crowded with uneasy contestants huddled together in small groups. The air reeked of sweat and fear, a grim reminder of the nightmare everyone was trapped in. You sat quietly in the corner, staring blankly at the ground as your mind wandered. For a moment, you managed to forget where you were—forget about him.

“Y/N.”

The sound of your name shattered your thoughts, and your stomach dropped. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was. His voice, deceptively soft yet laced with a possessiveness you knew too well, was unmistakable.

Nam-gyu stood a few feet away, his arms crossed as he surveyed the shelter. He ignored the wary glances thrown his way, his attention entirely fixed on you. Around you, conversations quieted, and the tension in the room seemed to shift.

You reluctantly lifted your head, meeting his gaze. “What do you want, Nam-gyu?” you asked, keeping your voice low.

He smiled, but it wasn’t friendly—it was smug, a predator’s grin. “Just checking on you,” he said, stepping closer. “You’ve been awfully quiet.”

You stiffened as he crouched down to your level, his face uncomfortably close. He reached out, brushing an imaginary speck of dirt off your shoulder. “You shouldn’t isolate yourself like this,” he murmured. “It’s not safe.”

“I’m fine,” you said curtly, leaning back to create some space, but he only moved closer.

“Fine?” he repeated, tilting his head. “I don’t think so. You’ve been acting strange lately. Distant.” He lowered his voice, his eyes narrowing. “Are you trying to avoid me?”

The murmur of the other contestants rose slightly, a few people glancing in your direction, but no one dared intervene. Everyone had their own battles to fight.

“I’m not avoiding you,” you lied, trying to keep your tone steady. “I’m just trying to get through this.”

His smile faltered, and for a brief moment, anger flashed across his face. But he quickly masked it, leaning closer until his lips were near your ear. “You don’t need to ‘get through’ anything, Y/N. I’m here. I’ll take care of you—like I always have.”

You turned your head, your voice firm despite the quiver in your hands. “I don’t need you to take care of me, Nam-gyu. That’s over. We’re over.”

A sharp intake of breath from one of the nearby contestants broke the tense silence. Nam-gyu froze for a moment, his jaw tightening. Then he leaned back, chuckling softly. “You’re still angry,” he said, his tone almost amused. “I get it. I messed up. But we both know I’m the only one who’s ever really cared about you.”

“That’s not true,” you said quietly, but he ignored you, his voice growing louder for the benefit of the room.

“Tell me, Y/N,” he said, gesturing to the shelter full of strangers. “Do you really think anyone else here would risk their life for you? Do you think any of them would even notice if you disappeared?”

The people around you looked away, avoiding your gaze. Nam-gyu’s smirk widened as he leaned in again, his voice dropping to a whisper. “But I’d notice. I’d always notice.”

You clenched your fists, willing yourself to stay calm. “You don’t own me, Nam-gyu. Stop pretending like you do.”

His smile faded, replaced by a cold, calculating expression. “I don’t have to pretend,” he said, his voice barely audible. “You’ll see. When this is all over, you’ll come back to me. You always do.”

He stood abruptly, his presence looming over you. “Remember what I said, Y/N,” he called over his shoulder as he walked away, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “Stay close to me. It’s the only way you’ll survive.”

The room was silent as he left, and you felt the weight of countless eyes on you. You sank back into your corner, your thoughts racing. The games were a nightmare, but Nam-gyu? He was a hell you’d thought you’d escaped—only to find yourself trapped with him once again.

[rosestarkill]

paper · @black-brothers-microfic · bartylus · wc: 672 · mcd

“Your classmates are not your friends, they are your opponents. You must be the greatest,” Mother told him as she straightened his white linen shirt, which had become wrinkled on the way to school. “Always remember you belong to the Noble House of Black.”

Regulus had initially been thrilled to have the opportunity to make friends. He had imagined himself sharing his hobbies with boys his own age, laughing together in the dining hall and playing football on the fresh school lawn. He had dreamed of having a friendship like Sirius and James had, of being so close with someone that no words were needed to understand each other.

Nevertheless, Regulus pushed past his own desires and burned his mother's words into his head. Satisfying his parents was more important than making friends —or should he say 'convenient'? After all, he was terrified of getting the same punishments Sirius received for his rebelliousness.

Consequently, Regulus sat alone in class and ate by himself at mealtimes and watched his classmates in sorrow from across the dining table. During recess, he would hide in the library and sometimes in the bathroom, where he would cry silently for his longing to be with the other kids. He had always looked forward to Hogwarts, but now he just wanted to leave and never come back.

What's more, there was one boy in his class who made him uncomfortable. Regulus had caught him staring at him on several occasions, and the odd thing was the boy didn't even avert his gaze, but either stuck out his tongue or smirked at him. Luckily, the boy hadn't tried to talk to him. He wouldn't have known what to say. He wasn't allowed to socialise.

Regulus unconsciously began to watch him secretly as well. He learned that the boy's name was Barty and his father worked at the Ministry of Magic. He also soon noticed he was always accompanied by another boy in their class called Evan. Both were frequently in detention for pulling pranks on other houses' students. They were the kind of company his parents probably detested. He had to focus on his studies and not on silly pranks.

“It must be done in pairs.” Groans and shouts of delight were heard in equal measure as the History of Magic teacher explained the procedure for the upcoming assignment. “You must hand it in by next Friday. I will not accept any paper after the deadline.”

Regulus glared at his classmates as they paired off. He couldn't ignore the knot that had formed in his stomach. Maybe he could do the task individually, he could go to the professor's office and explain to him he didn't have a partner–.

“You have a partner?”

Regulus looked at whoever had addressed him and immediately became uneasy. It was Barty.

“No,” he said flatly and looked away, embarrassed he had been obliged to give such a ridiculously predictable answer.

“Well, now you've got one.”

Regulus dared to meet his eyes again, which were sparkling with excitement. His lips had curved into a wide grin too.

“Do you want to be my partner?” He shyly clutched the book he held in his hands.

Barty shrugged his shoulders.

“You don't want to?”

Your classmates are not your friends.

I'm sorry, Mother.

“Yes, I do.” He smiled for the first time in two weeks.

“Good!” Barty exclaimed and held out a hand as he smiled warmly at him, showing his sharp teeth. “My name is Barty.”

I already know your name, you idiot.

He squeezed Barty's hand softly.

“Regulus.”

It is said that you are shown an overview of your life seconds before you die, and Regulus proved that to be a lie when he recalled his first conversation with Barty prior to drowning in the deep waters of the lake. Although, it somehow made sense —he hadn't been shown his entire life, but the beginning of it. His life began the moment he met Barty, and how happy he was to die that way too.

[bradleysass]

Vibe - @rosekillermicrofic - wc: 672

Evan only ever gets texts from Barty in the middle of the night, and they’re never normal.

Tonight, it’s:

Barty: Vibex is in the air tonight.

Evan: What the fuck does that mean?

Barty: U have to feel it.

Evan: Feel what?

Barty: The energy. The thrill. The moment before it happens.

Evan groans, tossing his phone onto his nightstand. He could just ignore Barty, let him spiral into whatever manic episode he’s working through, but experience has taught him that’s a terrible idea. If he doesn’t respond, Barty will show up at his flat, probably bleeding or laughing or both, and Evan is too tired to deal with either of those possibilities.

So, he throws on a jacket and heads out.

He finds Barty standing in the middle of an empty parking lot, arms outstretched, head tilted back like he’s waiting for divine intervention. The streetlights flicker around him, casting him in sharp relief, like the world can’t decide whether to illuminate him or let him disappear into the dark.

“I should’ve ignored you,” Evan says by way of greeting.

Barty grins, wild and unrepentant. “You’d miss me too much.”

Evan snorts but doesn’t argue. “What the hell does ‘vibex’ mean?”

Barty spins on his heel, like the motion alone will explain everything. “It’s the rush. The chaos. The moment before everything snaps.” He stops suddenly, staring at Evan with an intensity that makes his skin prickle. “It’s the feeling of being alive, Ev.”

Evan sighs, dragging a hand through his hair. “So you dragged me out here in the middle of the night to have an existential crisis?”

Barty laughs, bright and unhinged. “No, I dragged you out here because I want to set something on fire.”

And that’s how Evan finds himself standing outside a condemned building, watching Barty flick his lighter open and closed like he’s debating whether to let the whole world burn.

“This is stupid,” Evan mutters, but he doesn’t leave.

Barty tilts his head at him, considering. “Why’d you come, then?”

Evan hesitates. It’s a good question. He could’ve stayed in bed, ignored the text, let Barty do whatever self-destructive thing he had planned. But he didn’t. He’s here, in the middle of the night, staring at his best friend like he’s a live wire just waiting for a touch to spark.

“Because I knew you’d do something reckless.”

Barty grins like that’s the best thing he’s ever heard. “You love it.”

Evan doesn’t respond, but they both know he doesn’t deny it either.

Barty takes a step closer, the firelight casting strange shadows across his face. “You ever think about it, Ev?”

Evan raises an eyebrow. “Think about what?”

Barty gestures vaguely. “Just... giving in. Letting it all go. Doing something insane, just for the hell of it.”

Evan exhales sharply. “You do that enough for both of us.”

“But you want to.” Barty’s voice is low, coaxing, hypnotic. “I see it in you. You want to stop thinking so much. You want to feel it.”

Evan swallows, throat dry. The thing is—Barty isn’t wrong. There’s a part of him, buried deep, that craves the chaos. That wants to stop calculating every risk, stop holding back. It’s why he’s here. It’s why he always answers when Barty calls.

Barty flicks the lighter open again, the flame dancing between them. He doesn’t break eye contact as he tosses it forward, the small fire catching on the abandoned building’s broken window frame. For a second, nothing happens.

Then, the flames begin to spread.

Evan should feel panic. He should be dragging Barty away, making a plan, thinking logically. Instead, he just watches, heart pounding, pulse in sync with the crackling fire.

Barty turns to him, eyes gleaming. “Do you feel it now?”

Evan exhales, watching the flame dance in the reflection of Barty’s eyes. The chaos, the thrill, the moment before it happens.

Yeah. He feels it.

“Vibex,” he murmurs, and Barty grins like he’s just won a game Evan didn’t know they were playing.

[candysunoo]

wc : 672 // highschool AU frfr

Yang Jungwon is a golden boy.

He looks at you slyly from across the room. Watching as you interact with your friends. Your laugh reverberates through the room. It fills his heart with joy just hearing it. He longs to come up and join the conversation but he simply wouldn’t know how.

Golden Boy Yang Jungwon looks at you dumbfounded when you walk up to him in the library, you voice blocked out by the sound of his raging heartbeat. He stares at you, his chest falling slowly, it’s like the world has stopped. He blushes as you call his name again before snapping out of his daze. He practically preens when you ask him for help, telling him that you know he’s the top of the class. He agrees immediately, a small yes leaving his mouth. He can’t help but feel nervous already.

Yang Jungwon waits, once again in the library, it’s after school and the quiet comforts him. He was never loud, he was reserved, the top of the class, the calm student council president who stayed with his small group of friends and never got into trouble. A golden boy, that’s what they called him.

He smiles so sweetly when you walk up to the table once again thanking him kindly. He offers you to sit and you do. Yang Jungwon could’ve sworn his heart was going to explode just by the soft way you talk to him.

“He’s so busy, are you sure he’ll even help?” You recall your conversation with your friend. “Oh course he will, he’s a nice guy busy or not. He’ll find the time.” you defend yourself. “Whatever, call me after” your friend had sighed. Now sitting in the library across from Jungwon you couldn’t help but to admire him. Yang Jungwon was shy, he was sweet and kind and the top of everything. His presence alone made your heart beat faster. He was cute. Yeah a golden boy.

Golden Boy Yang Jungwon tutored you for the next month. You’ve never seen him so relaxed. The way he is now is like a 180 from when you first met him. You think this is a side that even his friends hardly get to see. Yang Jungwon no longer quietly waits for you in the library, instead he walks up to you after your last class. He says it’s because you’ve been so late that he has to wrangle you in to get you there in time. You both know it’s not the entire truth. He doesn’t let the silence get awkward, he makes sure that there’s always something to say and if not it’s always comfortable. Did I mention he’s funny too? He makes dumb jokes because he knows you like them. Your laugh is gorgeous and the way you hit him lightly as you squeak makes his heart beat faster.

Golden Boy Yang Jungwon didn’t feel so golden when he saw you talking to his self proclaimed arch nemesis. He went out of his way to be cold, ignoring your long messages, giving you one word replies, and waiting in the library only sighing in annoyance when you showed up 30 minutes late. The silence that day was awkward.

Yang Jungwon had never felt jealousy before. He was the top of everything, why would he be jealous? So when you asked weeks later, the words leaving your lips quietly, full of sadness and disappointment in the middle of the library, he didn’t know what to say. “Is that why you’re mad at me? Because I was talking to him?” He wants to say no but he feels guilty knowing he’s made you upset. “I- I- just…” he doesn’t know what to say but the confirmation is already there, that day the silence spoke for itself.

Golden Boy Yang Jungwon gives you flowers the next week during your only tutoring session before break, an apology for his actions. A silent promise of more. Just because he was golden didn’t mean he couldn’t be green.

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[storiesaplenty]

Bridgerton: Christmas 2024

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: fluff.

WC: 672

©️ storiesaplenty 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

Christmas light divider made by: @strangergraphics

"Be quiet now Benedict." You shush your husband.

"Why must we be here?" Benedict complained quietly in my ear.

You just gave him a look, not believing that he is truly complaining about being here.

"Because my dear Mr Bridgerton, this is your sister's Christmas eve party, and as such we need to be here for this." You reminded him.

"Is there a problem, dear brother?" Asked Daphne, who had one eyebrow raised, when the two of you looked over at her.

"No, no, nothing at all." He said to her, with a forced laugh.

He knew how she would be if he told her what the two of you were really talking about, this was her Christmas eve party after all.

"Hmmm, it seemed like the two of you were in a deep conversation, while ignoring the rest of us, Benedict." Anthony inquired, with a playful smirk upon his face, his own wife shushing him, and reminding him to behave himself.

"I didn't want to bring this to everyone's attention, but I am just feeling a bit under the weather." You said, trying to stop another Bridgerton spat.

"Are you feeling alright dear?" Violet asked you, a concerned look came over her face, but you could also see some glimmer of hope.

She has been waiting for you and Benedict to be with child, but that just hasn't happened yet.

"I am sure I am just tired. Been trying to make sure everything is set for tomorrow." You told her, and the rest of the family.

You and Benedict will be hosting Christmas dinner, and you just want to make sure everything is perfect.

"Well, I hope you are well enough to stay for the after dinner festivities." Simon asked, as he took a sip of his drink.

"I am well, thank you, but if I need too, I will stay out of one or two if that is alright?" You lied smoothy, pinching Benedict's upper thigh as you told lied for him.

You gave him a look once everyone's attention was now off of you. He owes you big time.

As the night went on, Benedict became more and more chipper. You could see how wide is smile was as he played the games.

You sitting off to the side, holding Penelope and Colin's son as he started to cry, you instantly calming him down.

You looked down at his adorable little face, wondering if yourself and Benedict will ever have a child.

You felt eyes on you, and you looked up to see your husband, who had a strange look on his face.

You instantly became concerned when he walked over to you, taking his nephew from your arms and placing him in his grandmother's arms, who is always more than happy to hold one of her grandchildren.

"We must be going." Benedict announced as he helped you up.

"Are you feeling worse my dear?" Violet asked as she gently rocked her grandson.

Before you could even talk, Benedict spoke for you. "It is I, mother. I do believe I have one too many drinks." You didn't have to look at Violet to see a look of slight disappointment on her face.

You thanked everyone for having you, and to see them all tomorrow.

As you sat in your carriage, it was silent. You wondering what came over Benedict suddenly.

You were lost in though until he placed his lips on yours, kissing you hard, making you squeal.

"I thought you were unwell Benedict?" You asked him once he pulled his mouth away, kissing down your neck.

"Seeing you with our nephew gave me plenty of thoughts." He said against your skin, making your whole body feel like it was on fire.

"Now, let's go home and have our own Christmas eve party." He pulled away, sitting up and acting like he just kissed the life out of you.

Once you got back to your home, you spent all night together, celebrating Christmas eve in your own special way.

♥︎

Anthony Bridgerton ♥︎ Francesca Bridgerton

[theycalledmebaby]

LOVERS AND FRIENDS

| harringrovson x fem!reader |

-ALWAYS BE MY BABY

summary: Just a little flashback about meeting each of our boys. Super short lol 672 wc

warnings: idk, bad writing? none yet. This is just the beginning but still 18+

a/n: Hi! this fic is my baby and something that's been brewing in my drafts forever. I am not a writer by any means and this is simply self-indulgent/therapeutic for me. You can feel free to come along if you want!

series masterlist | series mixtape(coming soon)

Somewhere in 1995

Always Be My Baby by Mariah Carey quietly playing in the background

"But do I have to go, Mom? Wha... what if—" "Yes, baby, you have to go to school. We already talked about this," your mom says as she pulls into the parking lot. "Besides, Stevie will be there! You get to see him at recess, and I will be here to pick you both up after school."

You don’t remember the day you met Steve Harrington. Maybe it was childhood trauma blocking out memories before the age of 4. You’re unsure, but you know he’s always been around.

Your mom had you at a young age and struggled to make ends meet when she started working for Robert Harrington. Robert Harrington was a sleaze, but his wife, Jen, was an absolute sweetheart. She befriended your mother immediately and soon found out they had babies around the same age.

To make extra money, your mom started babysitting for the Harringtons. Your mom didn’t mind always having Steve with her. The Harringtons paid her very well, you guys got to stay at their very nice house most weekends, and you had someone to play with. It was a win-win.

No, you don’t remember meeting Steve Harrington. -But you do remember that day. The first day of kindergarten. The first time Steve Harrington kissed you.

He had met you in front of your new classroom. You told him you were scared; he grabbed your hand, gave you a light peck on the lips, and told you everything was going to be okay. You didn’t know it then, but from that day on, you were his.

You were always going to be Steve Harrington's baby.

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Somewhere in 1999

You may not remember the day you met Steve Harrington, but the day you met Eddie Munson is etched in your memory forever.

It was early February, maybe late January. An early chilly Saturday morning, and you were sitting in the backseat of your mom's car, immersed in Mariah Carey's "Fantasy" playing on your Discman. The car was parked in front of a house you had never been to—the home of your mom's new girlfriend. Apparently, her friend had a son around your age, and the plan was to carpool together to visit your stepdad in prison since her husband(Eddie's dad) was also in the same prison.

As Eddie hopped into the backseat with you, a distinct scent of laundry soap and the faint aroma of the smoke shop your mom frequented enveloped the air. He smiled at you, and you couldn't help but notice his big, beautiful brown eyes. He asked what you were listening to, chuckled at your reply, and declared, "No, that shit is pop garbage. This is real music." With that, he placed his headphones on your head, and you were introduced to Metallica's "From Whom the Bell Tolls."

In that very moment, as this something-year-old boy gazed into your eyes and you listened to Metallica for the first time, something shifted within you. You didn't quite comprehend the depth of it then, being just a kid, but you knew deep down that this boy was special. He made you feel something you had never felt before, a feeling that lingered long after that day.

Yeah, you were never going to forget that day.

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Somewhere in 2001

The summer sun beat down on the neighborhood streets, casting a hazy, golden glow over everything. You found solace on the porch steps of your new house, shaded from the heat, Eddie’s “The Marshall Mathers LP” CD playing softly in your ears.

Moving had its perks—peaceful surroundings and friendly faces—but you couldn't shake the nostalgia for the old apartment complex and memories of Eddie. Even if he was no longer your friend, you missed the sound of his skateboard rolling by or his obnoxious laugh when he and his friends were up to no good.

Lost in thoughts about Eddie, you barely noticed the sound of a skateboard approaching. The wheels clicked against the pavement, drawing your attention. Glancing up, you saw a boy about your age, his blond hair catching sunlight as he effortlessly maneuvered on the board.

He spotted you and skated over, coming to a smooth stop in front of your driveway. His gaze was cool, almost calculating, as he looked you up and down. Yet, his smile was warm and genuine, lighting up his face and his ocean blue eyes.

"Hey," he said casually, tinged with curiosity.

"Hi," you replied, unsure whether to be wary or friendly.

"Billy," he introduced himself, tilting his head slightly.

You hesitated before responding, "Nice to meet you, Billy." You shared your name and mentioned you had just moved into the neighborhood.

Billy nodded, his expression unreadable. "Us too," he replied cryptically.

"Us?" you echoed, intrigued.

"Yeah, me and my stepsis Heather. Just moved here from Cali," Billy explained, his tone nonchalant yet somehow aloof.

The way he looked at you with those dreamy blue eyes made you feel like you were in one of those cheesy teen rom-com movies Steve always tried to make you watch.

"What are you listening to?" he asked.

"Oh, um, it's my friend's CD, Eminem," you replied nervously.

"Cool," Billy said simply, then skated away, saying "Cya."

"Uh, see ya," you managed to respond.

That was the day you met Billy Hargrove. Little did you know then, what an impact that blond, blue-eyed California boy would have on you for the rest of your life.

[jaehyunsprincesspeach2]

Bang Chan Boyfriend Things

Back again with the soft hours… Things I think that Bang Chan would do, say, or show as a boyfriend. Just a whole lot of fluff :)))

Wc: 672

Much love ~ ember

Bf!Bang Chan who texts every single day without fail, asking if you have eaten, and if you are drinking enough water. If you haven’t, he is sending food or something to drink to your work, so that he knows you are taken care of.

Bf!Bang Chan who shows up to your door on a random Tuesday night with the most beautiful flowers, just because he felt like it. He loves to see your eyes light up at the flowers he brings you, and thinks it's adorable that you leave them in a visible spot, and get giggly whenever someone asks about them “oh the flowers? My boyfriend got them for me on Tuesday.” “Tuesday? What was the occasion?” “There wasn’t one…” seeing the joy on your face and the confusion on the other persons makes him smile

Bf!bang Chan who sometimes texts random apologies because he thinks that he isn’t giving you the attention that you deserve. He wants to give you the world, and have the ability to be able to provide you with everything that you have ever wanted. It’s one of the reasons that he works as hard as he does. The long hours that he spends in the studio isn’t only for the fans, but for you too.

Bf!Bang Chan who never forgets about anniversaries, and always has something new planned. Whether it is a nice walk around a local park, a fancy dinner, or even a trip to the amusement park, he always has some sort of date planned for anniversaries, and never fails to surprise you with what he has planned.

Bf!Bang Chan who gets extra cuddly when he has had a rough day at work. Chan already shows his love through physical touch, but when he has had a bad day, he will be glued to you for as long as he possibly can be. You know that he has had a rough day when he comes home, and wraps his arms around you without saying a word. Simply embracing you and leaning his head on your shoulder. You're his rock, and his biggest supporter. You're his safe place, so when he comes home from a bad day, he is immediately going to you. The presence of you is enough to put him at ease.

Bf!Bang Chan who can immediately tell when you are not okay. It’s like spidey-senses. He is able to tell instantaneously if you are mad, sad, tired, anything. He knows you better than you know yourself. Not only that, but he also knows what will help the most, depending on your mood. Need to rant? He can tell if you need advice, or just to release some of the emotions. Need to cry? He immediately offers you his shoulder to cry on, and has tissues ready for when you are done. Need a hug? No questions asked, and he won't pressure you to tell him what is going on. Ever. He knows that you will tell him when you are ready.

Bf!Bang Chan who looks at you as if you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen (which you are). When Chan looks at you, it's impossible not to blush. Nothing but pure love and admiration pouring out of him. He gets lost in your eyes, as if the galaxy is right in front of him. As if everything he has ever dreamed of is right there. Him simply looking at you makes you feel more loved than anyone else ever has.

Bf!Bang Chan who loved you unconditionally. All of your flaws and the things about yourself that you don't like? He makes a point to show how much he loves them. Feeling insecure? He’s right there to tell you that even with your flaws, you are perfect to him. He makes you feel comfortable enough to be fully 100% yourself, free of judgment. He wants you to know that he loves you for you, and never fails in showing that.

[answer2jeff]

NARROW THOUGHTS : TRAILER.

CARMEN x READER PREVIEW!!!

Warnings: FLUFF, Clingy!Carmen × Reliable!Reader, NOT quite an established relationship, soooo much fluffy fluff. romance with a bit of plot, ZERO use of yln, reader is implied female but little to no use of specific pronouns, mention of the nickname "Pico," short for "Piccola" ; small (young) in italian

official fic here: part one.

this is just a trailer, actual fic is still a work in progress!! feedback of any kind is greatly appreciated :)

wc: 672, English is not my first language, expect mistakes.

You were cold, your jacket soaking wet from the Chicago rain as you made your way onto the L. Your mouth felt dry, your stomach dropping to your feet when you realized you hadn't checked on Carmen all day — and hardy at all that entire week. You figured you didn't have to stress over your absence too much, but a text wouldn't hurt.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket, your eyes glancing over it as you tried to find Carmy's contact through the static in your brain.

Hey. 11:34pm

Haven't seen you in a bit. Did you get home okay? 11:35pm

Your fingers frantically danced around the keyboard, your leg bouncing as you waited for a response. You needed something to calm your nerves. That feeling in your empty belly told you something wasn't right; you must've missed something. 'Fomo,' you called it.

Meanwhile, Carmen was taking his first steps into his apartment for that night, the cold air conditioning doing nothing to provide any comfort from the Chicago cold. He felt his phone vibrate once against his pocket, not thinking to check who it might've been as he tossed his baseball cap onto the couch; until it vibrated a second time.

He fished his phone out from the depths of his pocket, the blue-light shining against his face; your contact name, 'Pico' showing up twice. He removed his wool jacket, letting it fall onto the couch before setting his phone down and peeling off his tight-fitting, white t-shirt and taking a seat on the couch. Carmen held his phone between his hands, his leg bouncing as he thought of what could've justified you texting him after being out of touch with one another, practically all week. But he opened the text.

Just got home. You still on the L? 11:45pm.

He put a hand over his mouth, grazing his thumb over his cheek as he thought of the distance you two experienced. You hadn't visited The Beef all week, you hadn't asked him or Richie for help moving the furniture into the vintage thrift shop that you planned on opening in just 4 weeks.

You licked your lips as you stepped into your apartment, the warm glow from your kitchen making you feel comfortable... and it was empty. Too empty, now that you could afford your place and didn't split rent with your co-worker, Ashley, anymore. You were used to having Carmen here every once and a while, discussing business plans, leaving a jacket or two, but this week was lonely.

You and Carmen knew each other once: two aspiring hotshots in New York City, working alongside each other at the best restaurant on the planet, but this was now. You liked the simplicity of your soon to be vintage coffee shop. Just a little over a year ago, you'd come home with dry, calloused fingers and bits of onion under your finger nails that would burn your eyes later. You couldn't take it anymore. Not after what the head chef put you and Carmen through for the very last time. You left, never considering that Carmen would've returned for any particular reason; but there he was, in Chicago, just 15 minutes away from you by car, fixing up 'mom and dads piece of shit' that his late brother passed onto him.

And something deep in your stomach urged you to see him.

Just tonight. It won't be weird, right? Just two adults trying to catch up on each others lives, like good people, with the little bit of free time they both had.

You felt like you practically owed him a chunk of your leisure. It was the least you could do.

Literally just got off lol. 11:52pm

Can you come over? Just wanna catch up. 11:56pm

You replied, your nails against your teeth as you stared at your phone, waiting impatiently for a response. You stood in your living room, with one of Richie's 'original beef' t-shirts and grey sweatpants, the TV on with no sound emitting from it, and just a little bit of desire in your body: making the tips of your fingers tingle.

[thatlotuscookie]

HAIKYUU MASTERLIST

- ✧ Always (Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Established Relationship)

Characters: Akaashi Keiji x Autistic!Reader (Gender Neutral) Rating: T Summary: Akaashi thinks a rave would be the perfect surprise for you, with its flashing lights and loud music. But when things get overwhelming, he quickly realizes he didn’t take your sensory needs into account. With his calm support, you find your footing again, and Akaashi proves just how much he cares by making sure you’re comfortable every step of the way. Content Warnings: Sensory Overload, Panic Attack, Anxiety, Apologies, Overwhelming Loud Noises, Flashing Lights, Light Tears, Angst to Fluff WC: 1105 words // 6.2k chars

- ✧ A Quiet Heart, A Loud Confession (Genre: Fluff, Romance)

Characters: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader (Fem!Reader) Rating: T Summary: You’ve always admired Kuroo from afar, thinking someone like him would never look at someone like you. But little did you know, he’s been watching you too, waiting for the right moment to confess. Content/Tags: Fluff, Romance, Confession, Mutual Pining, Shy!Reader, Friends to Lovers, Teasing, Comfort WC: 1169 words // 6.4k chars

- ✧ A Heartfelt Delivery (Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Romance)

Characters: Yamaguchi Tadashi x Reader (Gender Neutral) Rating: T Summary: When a surprise package from Tadashi arrives, it’s filled with items so thoughtful and kind that it feels like he knew exactly how to ease the weight on your shoulders. Content/Tags: Comfort Items, Thoughtful Gestures, Emotional Support, Established Relationship, Reader in Stressful Situations, Tadashi Being an Angel :3 WC: 925 words // 5.1k chars

- ✧ Burger King of My Heart (Genre: Humor, Fluff, Established Relationship)

Characters: Kenma Kozume x Reader (Gender Neutral) Rating: G Summary: When you casually ask Kenma for Burger King, you never imagined he’d take it literally—and buy the entire franchise. Content/Tags: Kenma Being Kenma, Rich Boy Hijinks, Social Media Memes, Established Relationship, Reader in Disbelief, Humor with a Dash of Fluff WC: 713 words // 4.1k chars

- ✧ Finding Comfort (Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort)

Characters: Kōrai Hoshiumi x Bisexual!Reader, Pansexual!Reader (Gender Neutral) Rating: T Summary: After your parents discover your diary, you feel lost and alone, facing the threat of losing your college funds just for being yourself. When Hoshiumi shows up, he reminds you that you're not a mistake and that you'll get through this together. Content Warnings: LGTBQPhobia, parental rejection, anxiety, emotional distress WC: 667 words // 3.7k chars

- ✧ Haunting Grounds (Genre: Fluff, Humor, Romance)

Characters: Shōhei Fukunaga x Reader (Gender Neutral) Rating: T Summary: Self explanatory i guess? Y/N and their dark humor xd Content/Tags: Dark humor, light romance, banter, comfort, morbidish jokes, nothing terrible WC: 490 words // 2.6k chars

- ✧ Just Another Perfect Evening (Genre: Fluff, Romance)

Characters: Sugawara Koushi x Furry!Reader (Gender Neutral) Rating: G Summary: After a long practice, Sugawara meets you outside the gym, ready to relax with you. His warmth and genuine affection make you feel completely accepted, and the evening unfolds as an unspoken reminder that he sees you for who you are, quirks and all. Content/Tags: Furry!Reader, established relationship, wholesome acceptance, soft romance, casual affection, Suga being a sweetheart, light blushing, tender words, slice-of-life vibes WC: 672 words // 3.7k chars

- ✧ Run Away With Me (Genre: Fluff, Romance, Slice of Life)

Characters: Semi Eita x Reader (Gender Neutral) Rating: T Summary: Overwhelmed by the noise of life, you dream of running away. When you finally confess your desire for a simpler existence, Semi surprises you by sharing the same wish. Together, you start building a new life, one where love and nature are all you need. Content/Tags: Comfort, Cottagecore Aesthetic, Established Relationship, Found Peace, Dreams of Simplicity, Domestic Bliss WC: 1554 words // 8.6 chars

- ✧ Serenity (Genre: Fluff, Romance)

Characters: Yamaguchi Tadashi x Reader (Gender Neutral) Rating: G Summary: Yamaguchi overhears you singing and is unexpectedly captivated by it. Caught off guard, he can’t help but feel closer to you, hoping to hear it again sometime—if you'll let him in. Content/Tags: Overhearing, shy confession,mutual pining, established friendship, Yamaguchi appreciation, reader who sings, light blushing, emotional i suppose :3 WC: 294 words // 1.6k words

- ✧ Lost in a Spell (Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hurt.Comfort)

Characters: Aran Ojiro x Fem!Reader Rating: T Summary: A night of fun at a magic show takes a turn when the magician accidentally hypnotizes you into forgetting who Aran is. Now, with the person he loves not recognizing him, Aran faces the challenge of helping you remember the memories you shared. Content Warnings: Hypnosis, Amnesia, Emotional Angst, Soft!Aran, Hurt/Comfort, Memory Loss, Relationship Struggles, Fluff Ending WC: 1133 words // 6.3k chars

- ✧ Paintbrushes and Equations (Genre: Fluff, Romance, Slice of Life)

Characters: Math!TeacherTsukishima Kei x Art Teacher!Reader, Fem!Reader Rating: G Summary: Mr. Tsukishima Kei, the strict math teacher known for his tough assignments, and Ms. Y/N, the quirky art teacher adored by students, try to keep their budding relationship under wraps. But between secret coffee runs and after-school visits, it doesn’t take long for their students to catch on. Content/Tags: Secret Relationship, Soft Tsukishima, Teacher AU, Slow-burn Romance, Fluff and Humor WC: 1126 words // 6.8k chars

- ✧ Turning the Day Around (Genre: Fluff, Comfort)

Characters: Oikawa Tooru x Reader (Gender Neutral) Rating: G Summary: After a rough day, Y/N feels down until Oikawa shows up, ready to lighten the mood with his charm and humor. He offers his undying love, a heartfelt song, and a promise of ice cream. Content/Tags: Comfort, Friendship, Light Humor WC: 267 words // 1.4k chars

- ✧ The Gifts You Give (Genre: Fluff, Romance)

Characters: Oikawa Tooru x Fem!Reader Summary: Oikawa is used to being adored by fans, but it’s the small, thoughtful gifts from his girlfriend that make his heart skip a beat. Each token, whether it’s a wildflower or a shiny pebble, carries the love she has for him in the simplest, most meaningful ways. Content/Tags: Head Over Heels Oikawa, Fluff, Love Confessions, Gift-Giving, Relationship Development, Y/N and Oikawa ROMANCE!! WC: 984 words // 5.5k chars

- ✧ You Should've Come to Shiratorizawa (Genre: Fluff, Humor, Crackhead Y/N)

Characters: Oikawa Tooru x Reader (Gender Neutral), Ushijima Wakatoshi Rating: G Summary: I think it speaks for itself? LOL. just a short thing Content/Tags: Fluff, Humor, Light-Hearted Rivalry WC: 166 words // 1002 chars

[kkongdakz]

“ PUPPY DOG EYES. ” ft. kim gyuvin

gyuvin x gn!reader, genre : fluff, warning : none, wc : 672

« you must be kidding me?! » gyuvin's offended expression made you roll your eyes, as you continued to rub the dishes hard between your hands. your boyfriend had suddenly decided to test some knowledge about your relationship, and despite the fact that so far you've made no mistakes, a certain question gave you a hard time.

« how can you not remember the first time we held hands?! » rinsing the last plate and placing it on the draining rack, you finally swiveled towards him, wiping your hands, « come on gyuvin, it was so long ago, how do you expect me to remember? »

placing his hand against his chest, letting a scream of astonishment escape from his lips, gyuvin turned his back on you and walked into the living room, dropping face-first onto the sofa, « i can't trust you anymore, y/n. »

his fake tears gave you a light laugh, forcing you to move towards him, kneeling beside the sofa, your fingers gently caressing the strands of his hair. despite the fact that you found his reaction adorably ridiculous, the silly smile on your lips betraying your annoyance. « you're such a drama-king.. » you say softly, as he turns his face towards you. his hazel eyes made your heart beat faster, and even if you didn't want to play his childish game, you finish by pressing your index finger against his cheek, « i'm sorry my love, can you forgive me? »

gyuvin straightened up, nodding negatively as he moved away from you and into the bathroom. a sigh left your lips, before you followed in his footsteps, your arms encircling his waist from behind as you watched him through the large mirror in front of you. bringing his toothbrush to his mouth, his eyes finally met yours, a slight smile took place on his mouth — a smirk he hoped you didn't notice. « nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time ! » letting a pout appear on your face, gyuvin hurried to remove it by stuffing your toothbrush full of toothpaste into your mouth.

nonchalantly brushing your teeth while trying your best to make him crack, gyuvin didn't even bother to push you away and just ignored you. rising on tiptoe, you placed a toothpaste-filled kiss on his cheek. « yah ! i'm upset, leave me alone ! » rinsing his mouth and cleaning his face before leaving the room for the bedroom, you hurried to do the same before literally throwing yourself on top of him in bed.

« go away ! i'm sulking ! » his voice was torn between amusement and boredom, but the beating of his heart under your fingers betrayed him. « no ! never ! » you replied, pulling yourself up on top of him to hide your face in the hollow of his neck.

despite what he might say, gyuvin pulled the blanket up over both your bodies and wrapped his large arms around your waist. « well, okay.. but just for tonight ! » nodding and placing a kiss on his cheek, you snuggled up to him, your arms clinging to his silhouette.

« you know.. i don't remember when we first held hands, but i remember the first time you made my heart skip a beat. » your voice in an almost whisper drew his attention, despite his mad desire to continue ignoring you. his fingers gently caressed your skin, tracing invisible shapes that looked strangely like little hearts on your hip, « oh, really? when? »

« yes. the first time our eyes met. » — gyuvin thought it was a too easy answer, but in the end, it didn't matter. because your fingers on his skin and your body against his, your hearts beating in unison, was all he needed to be happy. of course, the fact that you'd forgotten such an important date for him, annoyed him, but he couldn't help but hold you in his arms all night long.

« good night, my love. »

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[fotabla]

China Open

Beijing

2023/9/28–10/4

Final

Sinner(6)#7 def. Medvedev(2)#3 762 762

Semifinals

Sinner(6)#7 def. Alcaraz(1)#2 764 61

Medvedev(2)#3 def. Zverev(8)#10 64 63

Quarterfinals

Alcaraz(1)#2 def. Ruud(7)#9 64 62

Sinner(6)#7 def. Dimitrov#19 64 36 62

Zverev(8)#10 def. Jarry#23 61 675 63

Medvedev(2)#3 def. Humbert#36 64 36 61

Round of 16

Alcaraz(1)#2 def. Musetti#18 62 62

Ruud(7)#9 def. Etcheverry#31 16 75 767

Dimitrov#19 def. Rune(3)#4 63 75

Sinner(6)#7 def. Nishioka(SE)#38 62 60

Zverev(8)#10 def. Davidovich Fokina#25 674 62 61

Jarry#23 def. Arnaldi(Q)#48 674 764 63

Humbert#36 def. Rublev(5)#6 57 63 763

Medvedev(2)#3 def. De Minaur#12 763 63

Round of 32

Alcaraz(1)#2 def. Hanfmann(Q)#53 64 63

Musetti#18 def. Khachanov#14 63 16 62

Etcheverry#31 def. Harris(Q)#149 675 764 63

Ruud(7)#9 def. Struff#22 765 63

Rune(3)#4 def. Auger-Aliassime#15 64 64

Dimitrov#19 def. McDonald(WC)#39 26 764 61

Nishioka(SE)#38 def. Shang(WC)#160 57 75 61

Sinner(6)#7 def. Evans#33 64 672 63

Zverev(8)#10 def. Schwartzman#133 672 61 64

Davidovich Fokina#25 def. Zhou(WC)#905 62 62

Arnaldi(Q)#48 def. Wolf(Q)#51 62 62

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[fmdsophie]

𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝟎𝟏𝟏 (𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞)

location: WISHlights tour concert at sekisui heim super arena in miyagi, japan date: june 27, 2020  notes: mention of @fmdchaesoo

the closer it gets to the end of the concert, the harder it also gets for sophie to keep going.

five years is a long time in this industry. sometimes sophie thinks that time passed really fast, sometimes it feels like it was only yesterday that the girl was debuting in wish together with eight other members. she still remembers her first stage, the first time she performed in front of an audience in a group, not as a cheerleader or as a trainer. it had been an exhilarating experience as much as it had shoot anxiety up her spine – sophie remembers it all and at times finds herself suffering because everything happened too fast.

other times though, she feels the weight of all her experience. she’s been through a lot – wish has been through a lot. never in a million years did sophie think she’d perform in front of thousands of people and yet wish had managed to fill out not one but three domes in japan. everything that’s happened has given her a lot of experience, has taught her how to deal with certain things in a way she knows other kids her age are never going to.

it means she’s not a stranger to this feeling. overexertion – her body begging her to give herself a break just for a moment, so it can get back together. a part of her wishes that was possible, wanted to be able to take a seat halfway through the concert so she can rest. it has happened before but sophie had gotten good at taking care of herself, at knowing the right balance between eating too much and eating too little and exactly how much she was supposed to give her body whenever they had a concert.

but she had been neglecting this, mostly due to the way she had allowed herself too many liberties during the resort stay. sophie had pushed her diet harder and also forgotten to sleep properly before this concert, and it was inevitable that her body would, at one point, protest this.

she pushes through because that’s what they are taught at in bc, as idols – that no matter how bad it gets, they have to finish the work otherwise not only will the fans be disappointed but they’d also be lectured at by the company. sophie has never been a victim of one of those lectures and she doesn’t care to be either.

needless to say, sophie almost instantly collapses once they are backstage. her body manages to carry her to the dressing room at least, and she doesn’t pass out completely at least, but her legs give in on her and it’s only the close presence of one of their managers behind her that keeps her from falling on the ground.

she’s not out of it enough to not be aware of what’s happening. they lay her down on the floor, someone puts a cold towel on her forehead. sophie vaguely hears the ac cranking up, a fan being shoved practically on her face so she can get some fresh air. at one point, a doctor comes, measures her temperature and her pressure. the conclusion is pretty simple – she needs food and rest. vaguely she registers someone mentioning that at least it’s the last concert, that she can go back home and rest for a bit and sophie pretends to forget she has too many schedules to attend in south korea still for home to be a relief.

at one point she manages to sit up and food is shoved at her hands. it’s just a cereal bar, something to bury the hunger down before she can get to the hotel and eat properly. she’s surprised but thankful that she’s not been left behind completely even though everybody else was tired – her manager sits on one side of her and chaesoo on the other, and sophie allows herself to rest her forehead on the older girl’s shoulder, gives herself a moment to breathe before going on.