Defending Self Inserts And Oc X Canons With My LIFE Because I Have Seen Firsthand How Vile And Nasty

defending self inserts and oc x canons with my LIFE because i have seen firsthand how vile and nasty people treat them for just having fun and minding their own business

The cutie at cashier

C.(S). Vernon x Reader | WC. 368 | G. Fluff |

Saturdays were grocery days. Every Saturday you would wake up, have some breakfast and head to the grocery store with your handy collection of reusable bags. Since it was close by, walking was the more convenient option.

Arriving at the store, you choose a cart and head towards the produce. Within 45 minutes you had picked up any necessary items and headed towards the cashier counter.

It was at that moment that you halted your steps, noticing who was working the counter, Vernon, the new and not to mention super handsome cashier.

You stood in line at the cashier station he was working at. Snapping out of your daydream (of creepily staring at Vernon the cashier) it occurred to you that you had been standing in line for over fifteen minutes, not only you but several other people, some of whom had left for another checkout counter.

What exactly was taking so long?

Cocking your head to the side, you look ahead and find your culprit, Vernon. There he was, scanning the items at a languid pace, boxed items for a long time and produce was a whole other story. His co-workers had to butt in several times to help out, as he was clueless on how to reverse a wrong scanned item.

Nonetheless, you remain patient and wait a couple more minutes as more counters were opened and several people in front left, leaving just you at the counter.

Before starting, he passes you a small but nervous smile and starts to scan the items. Again like the previous times, his co-workers come to his rescue and he mumbles several thanks and apologies and goes back to scanning. The whole process takes longer than expected, but who were you to complain when he looks so cute getting flustered every time he makes a mistake? Finally, with all the items scanned and paid for, he hands you your receipt. Looking sheepish, he thanks you once again for being patient, and wishes you a good day and a goodbye, with another one of his dazzling smiles and a wave.

Your usual Saturdays were quick and ordinary, however, with this new cashier, Saturdays just got a whole lot more interesting.

Carnivals were your favourite. The feeling of comfort and adventure at arm's length.

Haechan, like carnivals, was also your favourite, your personal carnival 365 days a year.

You could never say no to him and he to you.

Whether you were 5 or 50, one look into his beautiful brown eyes and you would give in, after all who could refuse a carnival?

The thrill of immaturity and no responsibility fueled Haechan, and you? Basked in the warmth of his happiness that surrounded you.

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C.(S). Joshua x Reader | WC. 356 | G. Fluff|

11:38 P.M.

He was late, and you? Were annoyed. How late you may ask? Late enough for you to change out of your party dress and into pajamas, and fuzzy socks, complete your skincare and get through more than half a cheesy chic-flick on TV. 

As you mindlessly watch the movie, you hear the door lock click open and seconds later a flustered Joshua walks in. Slipping off his shoes he carefully approaches you, fully aware of how delayed his arrival was. He begins to say something, but you cut him off. 

“I don’t want to hear any excuses, babe. I’m tired from today.”  “But…”. He tries again yet you hold up a hand to silence him and begin to get up from your seat.   “I think we sho- “, you’re cut off because Joshua quickly back-hugs’ you and softly starts to sway side to side. “What in the world?” 

“Dance with me.” He twirls you around to face him and moves around the living room like it’s a ballroom, music playing softly from the soundtrack of the cheesy movie flick.

Humming along to the tune of the movie, you remain together, in each other’s arms, softly swaying side to side. You lean your head against his chest, your senses heightened by the scent of his cologne and the faint beating of his heart. The song eventually dies down leaving only the sound of dialogue in the distant background.

“I’m sorry for being late, I got so caught up with my schedule,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss on top of your head.

You hum in acknowledgement, knowing full well that you were never truly angry just a little disappointed. You also knew that he wouldn’t make generic excuses because he too had been looking forward to your date night.

“I’ll let you off this time…” you mumble into his chest. Moving your head back, you look up into his eyes. “You owe me date night tax and two consolation dates.”

His apologetic expression changes into a loving smile. Pressing another kiss, this time to the tip of your nose he agrees with an “Of course my love”.

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