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yeah, i’d stomp away too 😂😂😂

— perspective

➻ choi soobin x reader (gender neutral)

➻ fluff <3

⤷ just a bit of loving banter with the choi soobin

“we should get new curtains soon.” your fingers fiddled with the cotton material. it’s been so long since you’ve shopped for any home decor, and you thought now would be the perfect time to change it up. “preferably the color beige, something light this time.”

soobin perked up from his spot on the couch, “but I actually like the color we have now.” he eyed the curtain with consideration before nodding, going back to scrolling on his phone.”i like it as it is.”

a huff slid out of your mouth, “but it looks tacky and so old, bub. we need new ones.” your hands widely gestured to the curtain behind you. “do you even see the state of this thing?”

soobin glanced at you and said, “crystal.” then, his attention is all trained on his phone again, leaving you to your devices.

“fine.” you stormed out of the living room to get your coat, ready to leave to purchase new curtains. the sound of your footsteps echoes in soobin’s ears. he sat up when he noticed you weren’t in the room. immediately, soobin stood up on his feet and rushed to get to you. “y/n, wait!”

he spotted you later at the door, body draped in your coat and money at the ready.

wow, you’re really serious about the curtain. soobin thought. a smile almost made its way on his lips as he looked over at you.

“where are you going?” he asked.

you popped out your hip, hand placed on your waist. “uhh, to the furniture store? You know, to buy new curtains?” you said with attitude.

“but why?” soobin pouted at you.

“because the one we have is ugly!”

soobin looked over his shoulder, gazing at the curtain hanging on the window. “hmm... i don’t see the hideousness you speak of, bub.”

“come here.” you tugged soobin by his sleeves, leading him to stand in front of said curtains. “just see it from my perspective.”

he remained silent with his head slightly tilted to the side. “i just don’t see it, y/n.” his eyes darted to you, a mischievous glint present in his orbs. soobin moved a bit closer to you, then he crouched down to your height, seemingly to ‘see’ it from your perspective.

did this man just-

“oh, i see it now!” he cheered from beside you. “yeah, we need new ones.” laughing, soobin turned his head to you.

snap

“don’t talk to me.” you deadpanned.

“but i just saw it from your perspective!” soobin thrashed his long arms in the air with an evident pout on his lips. you ignored him as you stomped your way back to the bedroom.

“i’m not talking to you!” you cupped your hands on both of your ears, leaving your hearing muffled and unclear.

“oh come on, y/n. baby? bub? sunshine?”

“lalalala!” you screamed at the top of your lungs.

soobin just shook his head at your cute annoying antics.

what a brat, but a cute one tho. he thought.

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Heuningkai, Fluff and cooking together for the short drabble thing!

❥ ҉  morning pancakes | hueningkai

pairing: hueningkai x reader genre: fluff | oneshot warning(s): mentions of food, not proof read, extremely sweet hueningkai 🥺 wc: 940

Mornings on the weekends were something you’d always look forward to. Having to hang out with the favourite person always brought you that happiness and comfort you needed, especially after a long and tiring week of studying.

“Good morning, my cutiee~” His voice boomed from the other side of the kitchen, looking back as he looked like he was mixing some sort of battered mixture.

“Hueningie?! What are you up to now, hm?” You approached him from behind, enveloping your arms around his torso, squishing your cheek against his back in the process of giving him back cuddles.

“I just thought we’d make pancakes since the hyungs gave me blueberries the other day, there’s other berries if you don’t like blueberries-”

“I think blueberry pancakes are perfectly fine, besides,” you scoot yourself into the minuscule space between his tall figure and the countertop, taking over the whisk and the bowl while he hovered over you, “that means I can do this!” You scooped your finger on the side of the bowl where there seemed to have been some spilled batter and smeared it across his cheek, running away from him before he could process what you just did.

No matter how old you were, one thing’s for sure, both of you were children at heart. His laugh radiated the same energy as the sun shining outside, peering through the clouds, and you knew it was going to be a good day.

“Hey! Get back here!” You were panting from the other side of the kitchen, watching the tall male scoop the remaining batter from the edge of the bowl and turning to look at you with the widest yet mischievous smile on his face. There was no where to run and he was already running your way, laughing like there was no tomorrow.

“Ahh! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Flailing your arms to cover your face failed. Of course it would, you had no chance fighting against Hueningkai’s strength. With the clean hand he managed to move your left arm, your face came into his vision as you removed your right arm to grab your other arm back from his hold, but laughing throughout didn’t help; you always seemed to lose your strength whenever you were laughing.

With both of your arms away from your face, Hueningkai took this as an opportunity for him to replicate your actions but smeared the batter down your nose. You stopped fighting for your arm, whilst catching your breath, and your eyes crossing to you your nose to look at the dollop of batter tickling the tip of your nose.

“See,” your eyes shot up at the mint-haired male, also catching his breath. “We’re both even now- and, ap ap! Don’t even think about it, we have to cook it now.” He held his hands up, in a way it was like he was surrendering, but really it was just in the hopes of you not getting any more ideas of continuing this ongoing messing around.

“That’s fair, okay. No more, I promise-” you were cut off your sentence from the sound of your stomach growling, managing to attract even Hueningkai’s attention.

“Awww, come on then, my cutie is hungry.” He gently rubbed your tummy, which felt incredibly comforting.

The both of you went back to the neglected batter mixture, working smoothly together to cook them until they were of a pleasing golden brown colour. Among the pile of perfect round pancakes on a plate, with a cute patterns, were the first one or two pancakes which have been set aside. Their shapes were a little funny, but you wanted to keep the pile neat and tidy, that was, until you watched him take a slice or two from the ‘reject pile’.

“Hey! That’s the wrong pileee! You can eat from the other pile, they’re all pretty and round!”

“Mm,” Hueningkai hummed before swallowing the small piece he was chewing on. “I don’t mind it, actually. The first two still tastes good so it doesn’t really matter if it’s not a perfect pancake. Plus, if it was a person, would you choose looks over personality?”

You were sitting across him, a little dumbfounded by his little simile example. A small shake of your head was all he wanted to see from you to know you were both on the same page. “Exactly, it’s a little hurtful if you like someone for their looks rather than their personality. What if they had a mean personality and made you unhappy, but they were incredibly good looking, would you still be happy?” Again, you shook your head and he smiled.

“So it doesn’t matter if your pancakes don’t look perfect, it’s imperfectly perfect, okay?” You nodded, and his hand hovered over your head to give you delicate head pat followed by his fingers running through the locks of your soft hair.

“Huening?” He raised his brows, keeping his full attention on you to what you had to say next. His hand was still combing through your hair ever so lovingly. “You’re so wholesome, and I’m so so lucky to have you.”

Even his response was precious. His face lit up, eyes beaming from the light bouncing off his chocolate brown eyes and it was that familiar gaze he had whenever he laid his eyes upon something that meant the world to him; in this case, it was you.

“I guess that makes it the two of us, hm?” You watched as his larger frame moved closer towards you, engulfing you in his signature warm and comfortable hugs. Both of you were indeed really lucky to have each other.

MORNING KISSES ⋆ 재윤

jake x gn! reader  ⸝⸝  in which . . . jake refuses to wake up until you shower him with kisses and affection. genre: pure fluff. cw: kissing. 0.6k words.

“it’s time to wake up.” you kneeled down next to the bed, brushing away a strand of stray hair that covered jake’s face.

jake’s brows furrowed as he let out a low grunt. opening his eyes groggily, he blinked a few times to adjust to the warm glow pooling in from the window. the crease between his brows relaxed a little when his eyes landed on you, his face breaking into a sleepy smile and his arms reached out to you, pulling you back into the bed.

“just five more minutes.” his voice was husky, but behind the roughness of his morning voice was a soft, craving plea. he buried his face against shoulder, his soft hair tickling your neck. “please.”

it took every fibre in your body to force yourself to push away his comforting warmth. you propped yourself up against his chest on your forearms, trying to reason with him. “you can’t be late today.”

jake hummed in agreement, but his arms were still wrapped firmly around your waist, and it didn’t seem like he had any intention of letting go.

“jake.” you said sternly, trying to wriggle out of his hold. jake ignored your attempts to break free, instead, he placed a hand behind your neck, pulling you back into his embrace.

“jake.” you repeated in your best attempt at sounding stern, but your voice just sounded muffled against his shirt.

“gimme a kiss first.” jake mumbled, his breath ticking against your ear.

you could feel your resolve slowly crumbling away with every passing second, but you gathered yourself together with the last bits of your willpower. “no kisses until you get out of bed.”

jake pouted at your statement. “just one? please.”

he stared at you expectantly, his gaze flickering between your eyes and lips. there was now a smug smile plastered on his face, as if he was certain that you would give in.

and he was right.

you sighed in defeat, lifting your head slightly to place a chaste kiss on his lips, a smile creeping up your own face as you felt the corners of his mouth curl up into a smile.

“awake now?”

jake frowned when you pulled away. “more.”

you laughed, shaking your head in disbelief, and the sound sent a bloom of warmth to his chest. you grabbed his face between your hands, giving him a stare that said fine, you win, before you peppered his entire face with kisses.

if you had known what would happen after that morning, maybe you wouldn’t have given in to his wishes that easily. but who was to blame you? the tingle of his breath against your skin, the warmth of his arms wrapped around you, and the mixture of mischief and devotion twinkling in his eyes.

and from that day onwards, you would have to face the consequences and shower jake with a generous amount of kisses every morning just to get him out of bed.

you simply couldn’t refuse him.

🎤…baby you light up my world like nobody else! 🤣

Fireflies - Maki

Word count: 806

Summary: you and Maki catching fireflies

Genre: fluff

You and Maki decided to go on a walk. The sun was setting, so you had both decided to go to the park, wanting a better view of the sunset. The weather was beginning to cool as you reached the end of summer. You and Maki reached the park before trying to find a spot to sit with fewer trees. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a little yellow flash. You didn't think much of it until you saw another small dot of light appear just above the grass in front of you.

"Maki, did you see that?" You asked him while pointing at the spot in front of you. He turned away from the gold and pink sky in front of him to look at you. He noticed you pointing and looked over to the area you were pointing towards. He nearly turned back towards you, confused by what you meant when the firefly from before lit up once more. He smiled and looked at you, and you saw the reflection of another small speck of light in his eyes.

"There's still some fireflies left." He said before looking around to try and spot some more. You watched the grass next to the sidewalk carefully to find more of them. You watched until another firefly started glowing before stepping off of the sidewalk and reaching toward it. You gently reached out, cupping your hand before enclosing the slow-moving little insect in the palm of your hand. When you turned around, you noticed that Maki was several feet away, chasing a few fireflies excitedly. When he saw one light up, he ran towards it before losing it once it stopped glowing. You quietly giggled at his antics, finding it cute when he had a little pout after he lost sight of the bugs.

"Hey love, come look." You call over to him. He looked over at you before running over to your side. You opened your hand to show him the bug before looking at your hand, confused. When you opened your hand, you noticed that the firefly wasn't there anymore. It was your turn to pout while Maki laughed.

"You just wanted to show me your empty hand?" He teased just as one of the little bugs flashed between your faces. He quickly grabbed it out of the air. "Is this what you wanted to show me?" He had a small smirk on his face when he opened his hands, revealing the firefly sitting in his palm.

"No fair! That's probably the one I caught before!" He laughed at the almost offended look on your face. The firefly in his hand flew away.

"Not my fault you couldn't keep track of him." You scoffed at his statement while he smirked before running off to try and catch some more. The two of you continued catching fireflies while the sun's rays kept getting dimmer. After a few more minutes he looked over at you, who was slowly moving your cupped hand in the direction of the dots of light that appeared in the air around you. "What are you moving so slowly for y/n? You don't exactly have the element of surprise." You heard his teasing coming from behind you.

You turned and glared in his direction while he jokingly put his hands up in fake surrender. "That's how my mom taught me to do it" You retorted. His mouth formed an 'o' shape. "At least I've been catching more than you." This was true, as you had a few fireflies trapped in your non dominant hand, while Maki hadn't caught any since the one that you were still convinced was yours. He narrowed his eyes at your statement before trying your tactic. To his surprise, he caught one quickly. You saw the happiness in his eyes when he jogged over to show you.

"I can catch fireflies too." He said before crossing his arms when the firefly in his hand flew away.

You kept watching the bug as it flew away in the dark. "Did you know that the males are the ones that fly around? They fly around and light up to find the females." You said as you smiled at all the fireflies in the space in front of you.

"Is that so?" Maki said as he looked down at you from where he was standing. You nodded before looking up at him and grinning. "In that case, if I were one, I'd light up all the time just to find you." He smiled at you, who was shaking your head at his cheesiness.

"Oh brother." You muttered under your breath. He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"You know you love me y/n."

"I know Maki. I do love you . Goofy lines and all."

"Hey!"

soobs pov, the mental image is feeling too real

are we just finding out that soobin’s got mirrors on his bedroom ceiling or is it just me 🫠😵‍💫 bc are you thinking what I’m thinking 🫠

soobin hard thoughts

soobin eating you out OR soobin getting head and recording the ceiling pov

soobin invites your over to hang out because he knows just how fascinated you get over his mirrored ceiling. you both sit on his bed, and you go from talking, to being a little touchy with one another, and eventually start making out.

he ends up lightly pushing you so you’re laying down, head against the pillows and his body resting between your legs. you look up at the ceiling and you watch the way he descends down your body. his face buried in your neck to kiss you at every single sweet spot he knows, lifting your top to trail kisses between the mounds of your boobs.

your eyes never leave your reflections on the ceiling. he takes his time suckling on your nipples, kissing around your tits until he decides to trail even lower down your abdomen. he discards your lower garments, leaving you bare in front of him and your reflections.

“wanna feel good sweetheart?” is all he says before you let out an airy ‘yes’.

in your reflection your eyes focus on the back of his head, the way he settles between your thighs, kissing and licking small areas here and there before planting wet kisses along your slit up to your clit. once he starts eating you out with so much dedication and attention to your body reacting to his movements, he puts your legs over his shoulders. the view of your legs splayed on his back with the back of your heel digging between his shoulder blades.

“keep your eyes on the ceiling. I want you to watch yourself while I make you cum.”

OR

soobin lures you further onto the bed by making out with you, both your hands wandering until he grabs ahold of yours and places it on top of his bulge. you start palming him through his thin pyjama bottoms, knowing he isn’t wearing underwear underneath as your fingers feel a couple of veins on his shaft.

“want my cock in your mouth, sweetheart?” and you nod, wanting nothing more than that right now.

his eyes literally light up when you situate yourself between his legs, laying on your stomach and pulling his flimsy pj bottoms down.

you waste no time and start sucking on the head of his dick, eliciting soft moans out of him all while he takes his phone out and records both your reflections. the movement of your head bopping up and down his shaft through his camera has him twitching in your mouth.

you keep taking him further and deeper until he’s essentially throat fucking you, yet he doesn’t hold back his whine and moans. just know when you both rewatch the video all you can hear are his soft ‘hah- oh yes, yes baby. mmm yes like that. fuck, i wanna cum in your mouth, be good and swallow, yeah?’

and he does, his abdomen twitching as he spurts his last few droplets in your mouth and pans the camera to you showing him his load pooling on your tongue before swallowing it with an innocent smile at the end.

BEAUTIFUL ⋆ 정원

jungwon x f!reader. in which ⸝⸝  he thinks you’re the most beautiful view. genre: fluff. warnings: won teasing and flirting with you, kissing. wc: 0.7k. ( mlist )

“it’s beautiful, isn’t it?” you murmured, gazing into the far horizon where the golden glow of the setting sun began to fuse with the dark, calm waves of the ocean.

“yeah.” jungwon hummed in agreement, though you could feel his gaze trained to the side of your face instead.

you tilted your head towards him curiously, watching his faint smile spread into a wide grin when your eyes met his.

a gentle ocean breeze ruffled through his hair, and you thought that he looked more endearing with his hair slightly tousled. the warm sunlight landed perfectly on his features, and it was almost unfair how pretty he looked: eyes reflecting the hues of the sunset, cheeks flushed a light shade of red. you wondered if it was simply an aftermath of spending a day under the scorching sun, or if it was from the same butterflies swirling in your stomach.     

it took you a few moments to realise that you’ve been staring openly at him, and you quickly turned away at the realisation.   

jungwon, however, had no plans to look away.

you spent the next few minutes trying your best to ignore the fact that he was now staring brazenly at you. the sound of the waves crashing against the shoreline became muffled in the back of your mind, and you soon came to realise that you weren't the strongest soldier when it came to matters involving him.

“what’s wrong?” you broke through the silence, hoping the red hue of the sun would mask the blush creeping up your face. 

jungwon's dimples deepened as he smiled at you, seemingly happy to have gotten your attention.

“nothing,” he said innocently, though you didn't miss the cheeky glint in his eyes. “just admiring the most beautiful view here.”

your eyes widened, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from breaking into a giddy smile. 

“what?” jungwon leaned closer with a low chuckle. 

“you say these things so easily.” you mumbled.

“it’s easy because it’s the truth.”

his tone were unwavering, yet there was a certain softness and earnesty in his voice that seemed to come straight from his heart. 

you swallowed nervously, letting out a weak laugh in an attempt to ignore the away your heart skipped a beat at his words.

“i bet you say that to other girls too.” you said, trying to ease the tension in the air.

“you’re right, i do.”

even though a part of you knew he was just messing with you, you couldn’t stop the sinking feeling in your chest.

you frowned a little, “what?”

a light breeze blew past, blowing a strand of hair in front of your face, which jungwon quickly reached forward to tuck it behind your ear.

“i tell everyone how beautiful you are.” 

you froze, at a complete lost of words, mouth hanging slightly ajar. it took a moment for his words to fully sink in, and when it did, all you could hear was the loud thumping of your heart against your chest.

“you know,” you began quietly, averting your gaze from his, “sometimes i can never tell if you’re just playing with me, or if you really mean what you say.”

he inched closer towards you, resting his hand on top of yours before intertwining your fingers together. he cupped your face with his other hand, turning your head gently to face him.

“then let me show you exactly what i mean.” he whispered, his breath tickling against your cheek.

he slowly leaned in, his lips just hovering over yours when he paused, giving you the chance to object or move away. and when you didn’t, he finally closed the gap between the two of you, pressing his lips against yours. the first touch of lips was tentative, almost hesitant, as if he was scared you would pull away if he did more. but when you kissed him back, hands tangling in his hair, he was quick to reciprocate. 

just like how the setting sun melted away into the sea, you melted away into his touch.

dont cha wanna ruffle his hair and succumb to his cuteness 🥹

𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

➸pairing: choi soobin x reader

➸genre: fluff

➸requested: nope, but it’s a little something for soobin’s bday (๑•̀ᴗ-)

The tea in your hand felt warm against your skin. The sun’s rays danced its way inside your bedroom window, lighting up the room. It was a slow morning, and the boy in front of you didn’t show any signs of getting up. “Get up. It’s morning,” you nudged the sleeping form of your lover, almost spilling your tea. Soobin groaned into the pillow and pulled the sheets up to his neck with an annoyed expression, “I can see that, lovely.”

“Well then, get up. We have plans for today, remember?” You set the cup of tea down on the bedside table. “We have?” Soobin sat up in confusion. He was clutching unto the blankets and looked amazing in all his daylight glory. While he is busy waking himself up, you took the time to take in his beauty. And goodness is he beautiful. His hair was all over the place, his lips in a pout, and his eyes are still closed.

“Guess you’re enjoying the view, love,” Soobin smirks, his eyes remained shut. “Oh shut up, now get up,” you slapped his arm, laughing while doing so. You expected him to get up, but Soobin had other plans. Soobin wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down on the bed. “Don’t go, wanna stay in bed.” Soobin buried his face in the crook in your neck. “I wanna stay in bed all day.”

You raised your eyebrows at this, “All day?” There was no movement from Soobin for a few seconds before you felt a soft nudge in your neck. A giggle erupted from you at this. “You’re adorable, but that’s not going to happen. Now get up, you lazy baby,” you teased.

“I’m not lazy!”

“Yes, you are.”

“Am not!”

“Yes, you are,” you repeated.

“Am not!”

“Yes, you are.”

Soobin sighed, “I’m not going to win this either, huh?” You intertwine his hand in yours with a grin, “Nope.” Soobin lets out a groan, rolling his eyes. “You’re lucky I love you,” he chuckles before crashing his lips to yours. He pulls away from you a minute later. Soobin couldn’t help but laugh at the way you chased after his lips after he pulled away from you. He gives you one more kiss as he stands up and walks in the direction of the bathroom, leaving you breathless. He stops and glances over his shoulder with a playful grin plastered on his face, “Get up, you lazy baby.” Soobin rushes into the bathroom and closes the door just in time to block the pillow you aimed at him. “You’re lucky I love you,” you said loud enough for him to hear at the other side of the door. The answer you got was windshield laughs from your boyfriend, who is seemingly having the time of his life.

lingering over you😭

YOU TOUCH MY FACE IN FORGIVENESS—

enhypen as supernatural creatures nulla. i. ii. iii. iv. v. vi. vii.

park jongseong as... a ghost

stillness. clockwork. silence. the tall hand echoes through the empty apartment. tick. tick. tick. jay waits in the kitchen, watching. it seems like that’s all he can do—wait, stuck in this place as everything outside moves without him. the door creaks open. jay’s eyes flicker to you. it’s later than you normally come back home, and jay takes quick note of the slump of your shoulders, the shadow beneath your eyes. he’ll fuss about that later; what matters is that you’re back now. back to him, back to the home you built together. there’s dinner in the fridge, seran-wrapped and prepped for nights like these. you don’t remember making it, but you figure it’s a lapse in memory and eat it anyway. (it tastes like his old cooking. you let it linger on your tongue a little longer before swallowing.) some nights, you match his silence; others, you’re crying, heaving at the way you still can’t sleep on his side of the bed, the way the sheets are starting to wear uneven. out of love, jay stays to watch over you. out of love, you keep the frame of him and you on the bedside, unable to keep the picture anything but facing towards you. how could you not, when he’s everywhere you look? maybe it’s love, maybe it’s cruelty, the way he doesn’t know if this haunting is for you or for him.

YOU TOUCH MY FACE IN FORGIVENESS—

—i burn with a thing i still have no name for.

or, alternatively: enhypen, as supernatural creatures.

i. lee heeseung

fae /feɪ/ anthropomorphic magical beings that are more than mortal but less than god. commonly mistaken as: fairies.

ii. park jongseong

ghost /ɡōst/ the soul of a dead person believed to be an inhabitant of the unseen world.

iii. sim jaeyun

werewolf /ˈwerwʊlf/ a person who changes for periods of time into a wolf, typically when there is a full moon.

iv. park sunghoon

vampire /ˈvæmpaɪər/ an undead, humanoid creature that feed on the blood of the living

v. kim sunoo (coming soon)

gumiho (구미호) a shapeshifting nine-tailed fox.

vi. yang jungwon

bakaneko (化け猫) a type of shapeshifting cat yōkai.

vii. nishimura riki

tengu (天狗) winged japanese mountain and forest yōkai.

— [12:17AM]

pairing:  p. jongseong x gn!reader // content: college au, mentions of alcohol consumption // lowercase intended // wc: 781

a/n: just your average best friends with unconfessed feelings au... this time in drabble form! this is also my first fic on this acc so i hope you enjoy! please give feedback if you liked it, it would mean the world ♡ ps. happy comeback day!

the night air sits a little chilly on jay's skin, his t-shirt and jeans not doing much to keep the warmth on an september night. if he looked on the bright side, jay supposes it's a good thing the alcohol comfortably buzzing in his system lets the cold turn into more of a cool breeze, but on the other hand...

"jay, i think the world stopped spinning!"

jay sighs, turning his head to you. you turn back to him, eyes shining bright as you lean your head on the swing chain. his jacket runs a little too big on you, the ends of the sleeves covering your palms as you hold onto the swing. "do you wanna go for round 2?"

"we have to go home," he chides, exasperated.

"oh relax," you wave off, pushing up the sleeve to take a good look at your empty wrist. "it's only um... 11:00! live a little!"

jay whips his phone out, the time on the lockscreen glaring at full brightness. "it's midnight."

you pout, kicking the bark beneath your feet sullenly. your right heel comes flying off, landing somewhere between the park bench and the see-saw. "lame..."

jay gives you a flat look, making a mental note to pick up your shoe before you leave the park. “you barely made it out of the karaoke bar in one piece, and you want to go for a round 2?”

“well i’m here, aren’t i? perfectly fine and normal!”

“really? what street are we on.”

"you know i'm bad with directions!"

he resists the urge to run a hand down his face. the only reason jay even agreed to coming to the college mixer with you was because he knew you wouldn't fare well if left on your own. the last time you went out drinking, you threw up in the bushes a couple feet behind the street vendor, and the time before that, you'd drunk-dialed him at 3:00AM in tears, and when he managed to get out of the house wearing mismatching flip-flops ready to find you, your friends had managed to grab the phone from you and tell him that you were only crying over a stray cat that wouldn't bother to give you the time of day.

and of course, he was there for you both times, and all the times before that, which only meant that he needed to be there for you this time too. (jay tries not to think about the implications of that statement for too long, otherwise he'll start feeling as stupid as heeseung's all-seeing looks tell him he is.)

you narrow your eyes, waggling your finger at him. "so are you gonna tell me about it?"

"about what?"

"the mixer!" you exclaim. "i saw minjeong making googly-eyes at you the whole time. did you get her number?"

jay pauses. "who?"

you throw your hands in the air, exasperated. "um, kim minjeong? literally every guy in our year would pay to get her to even look at them for five seconds, and she was looking at you all night. for free!"

frowning, jay tilts his head. “doesn’t ring a bell.”

you lean back on the swing, and jay readies himself in case you lose balance and fall backwards. "you're so hopeless, jay. i keep inviting you to these things cause everyone keeps calling you painfully single, but we end up having this conversation every time. isn't there anyone you like?"

yeah, he bites his tongue. you.

he could say it. he could say it right now. maybe if he said it, then it would be like ripping off a bandaid. quick—not quite painless, but it had to be better than existing in this weird limbo where he's the first one you call when you're drunk and you're the first person he thinks of telling when anything good in his life happens. if he said it, no matter the result, at least he wouldn't have to keep it a secret anymore. at least you would know.

but instead, jay says:

"it's late. we need to go back."

there's a brief pause, one where you shift in your swingseat and the cold metal presses against the skin of his palms as he wrestles with the weight of everything he's squashed down inside him, yet again.

“…can we at least get fishcakes on our way home?" you ask, and you at least have the decency to sound a little sheepish about it.

your shoulder moves slightly, jacket slipping off your shoulder. jay sighs, walking over to adjusting it, before zipping it up fully. it would only get colder through the night. he really was an idiot.

"yeah. the usual?"

SHUT YOUR PRETTY MOUTH

genre. fluff. warnings. eric's yapping abt furry stuff 😟 reader hates on furries. slight make out. not proofread pairing. eric x fem!reader. wc. 951. request. no. a/n. @hursheys i hope this fulfills your eric delusions ☝️ i kinda hate the ending but whatever we're gonna roll with it. net. @deoboyznet

“So then he was like ‘well that’s totally furry behaviour’, and, obviously, I took offense to that. Cause, like, hello that’s absurd! I’m not a furry. I just bark occasionally—”

You were all too familiar with Eric’s chronic insomnia. Much like a toddler, if he didn’t do enough during the day to exhaust his endless energy, he could easily stay up all night with no sense of time or how tired other people (you) were. You closed your eyes, still half-listening to your boyfriend’s rambling, although you had lost the context of it a long time ago. If you were lucky, you might even be able to fall asleep to his yapping…

As if.

“So I was like, ‘dude, I have a girlfriend, why would you even suggest that’!? They went without me— good riddance— and I blocked them too, so there’s no need to worry. Maybe this is what Kevin meant when he warned me to stop hanging out with random people I meet on the streets. But, I met you on the streets too, so I can’t trust anything Kevin says anymore. Imagine if I hadn’t stopped to get your number at the crosswalk? My life would be so boring now!” Eric continued animatedly, drumming his fingers against the pillow that rested in his lap, picking out the rhythm to one of The Boyz’s songs.

“And I might actually be able to get some sleep…” You interjected with a tired whisper, rolling on your side to face your boyfriend. You opened your eyes with a pointed glare, and Eric’s let out a small “oh”.

“Right. Sorry, baby. You should sleep.” He said quickly, plopping down next to you and planting a quick kiss to your forehead. He was quiet for around 3 minutes, before you heard a small whisper close to your face.

“You don’t ever regret taking my number, do you?” You opened one eye to find Eric staring at you, his eyes wide like a puppy’s. 

“No, I don’t regret it.” You said truthfully, a yawn coming in at the end of your response. Eric smiled slightly, his brain telling him that he should let you finally sleep, but it seemed his mouth had other ideas.

“What if I was a furry? Would you still date me?” You had to hold back a laugh at the question, assuming that it was a reference to his earlier rambling. Although you couldn’t recall how the full conversation had gone, you were pretty sure that even if you did, it wouldn’t help you understand Eric’s brain.

“Who said you weren’t already?” You asked sarcastically, earning a pout from the boy that was almost impossible to resist kissing. 

“What if instead of talking to you I just barked in response?” 

You raised an eyebrow at him, silently judging his train of thought that was getting increasingly more unhinged with every minute that went by. You being extremely tired didn’t help with your patience for his incessant questions. You loved your boyfriend, you really did. But sometimes you just wanted him to shut up and let you sleep.

“What if instead of walking—”

Eric thankfully was not able to finish his sentence, which you could only assume had something to do with crawling on all fours or galloping around like a pony, because you had finally given in to your thoughts and shut up his rambling with your lips. He was shocked at first, frozen in place from your sudden movement. But kissing you was as natural as breathing to him, so he quickly found his rhythm, pulling you closer by your waist and kissing you deeply. 

“Was that a yes?” Came Eric’s first words when you broke off for air. 

“If you mean breaking up if you became a furry, then definitely yes. Now shut your pretty mouth.” You stated clearly before crashing your lips onto his again, giving him no opportunity to protest.

It was surprising how easy it was to get lost in the kiss even when you were exhausted. With Eric eagerly leading, it was simple enough to just let him do most of the work. You tangled your fingers in his blonde hair as he squeezed your waist, letting his tongue slip past your lips gently. 

It seemed your kissing idea worked wonders to exhaust your boyfriend’s energy, as when he broke it off and fell back onto the pillow, he wrapped you up in his arms and let his eyes fall close. You could feel his heart racing, your ear resting over his chest. His cheeks were flushed a pretty pink colour and his lips slightly swollen from the prolonged kiss. As his heartbeat slowed to a regular speed, you naturally matched your breathing with it, and the repetition lulled you to sleep quickly.

Eric held you tightly in his arms, listening to your steady breathing. He was tired, but his mind still raced with thoughts. Rather than meaningless questions he loved to throw at you, they all shifted to thoughts of you. He didn’t deserve your patience at the best of times, and was forever thankful that you truly loved him for himself. 

He knew he could be overbearing and exhausting at times, but he tried his best to balance it with the soft romantic moments that you and him both loved. You were quite similar to each other, the more Eric thought about. Although you were definitely more subdued, which balanced his exuberant energy quite well.

He sniffed, not having realized until now that his eyes had welled up with tears from his thoughts. He sheepishly blinked them away and held you a little closer in his arms, falling into his dreamland with you.

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just a lil casual, bump and grind 🤭

i feel like hak would be into thigh riding and i simply can’t get the image out of my head

honestly? yes. just yes 😵‍💫 I'm gonna keep bringing up my "hak is a giver" advocacy bcos he's got those vibes for me 😔✋ (but let's save that thought for a rainy day.)

...instead, let's make this a bit spicier shall we?

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), thigh riding, semi-exhibitionsim (I think, but they dont get caught, just in the same area? pls correct me if im wrong), fingering, use of pet name "baby"

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You probably didn't even know you had a thing for thigh riding... up until today that is.

And all it took was you and Hak sitting at the back of a car.

You were on your way home from a day trip to the beach with some of the boys, you and Hak happen to be seated at the last row of the SUV. Because there were too many things that were brought, you had no choice but to sit on Haknyeon's thigh the whole ride back.

He was fine with it of course, since the stuff they brought was occupying the seat beside him (plus it gave him a reason to kinda cuddle you).

Everyone in the car was asleep except you, Hak, and whoever was the designated driver. It was getting dark driving back, seeing the headlights of other cars passing by.

You found having Hak's arms wrapped around your waist very comfy actually, you could've fallen asleep too if you had the chance (and he wouldn't mind).

.... but the car just had to pass a bumpy road.

The bumpy road caused you to slightly bounce and move on Hak's thigh, adding a delicious friction to your core. You accidentally let out a very tiny whimper, making your eyes widen. Shit.

Oh, Hak definitely heard that sound. He even felt your core throb a bit on his thigh. He tightens his hands on your waist and whispers in your ear,

"Are you okay there?"

"Mhmm, I'm fine Hak. Just a little uncomfy from the bumpy road."

"Are you sure? Sounds to me it's making you feel the opposite."

A moment of silence falls between you two and just like clockwork, you pass by a big bump, making you accidentally grind on his thigh again. You let out a small gasp, trying not to wake the others.

Oh if you could see Hak's face right now, the mischievous grin he's making. He begins to intentionally rock your hips back and forth on his thigh, making you whimper again like the 1st time.

You suddenly feel one of his hands snake under your loose shorts, fingers circling your aching bud at a slow but satisfying pace.

"My my, already wet because of my thigh? It's okay, I got you."

You continue to grind on his thigh while he has his fingers on your bud, the bumpy road adding more friction to the mix has you biting your lower lip to refrain from letting anyone hear what's going on between you two at the back of the car.

It doesn't help that Haknyeon nips your earlobe, almost making you let out a louder moan but his hand is quick to cover your mouth.

"Shhh, you have to keep quiet now. You don't want the others to know how much of a needy baby you are, hm?"

[8:42PM] - Can’t Get Enough (j.hn)

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), friends to lovers, fingering, some dry humping, "secret" relationship, mirror sex (if you squint), Word count: 0.5K

A/N: Part 2 to this fic from a while back, to the anon that requested it I can't find the original ask but I hope you see this and know I kept this in mind for a while! 🥺 Consider this my late bday gift to Hak too! Tagging @deoboyznet @aimeecarreros @winterchimez @snowflakewhispers

“Hak please, they’re going to hear us…” You mumble under your breath.

“They’re only going to hear us because you can’t keep quiet.” He whispers against your ear.

Ever since the incident in the van, it was like the two of you just couldn’t keep your hands off each other. And well… none of you were complaining about it. Both of you found every opportunity to be with one another even at the most inconvenient times, just like now as you fool around in the upstairs bathroom of whoever’s party this was.

And all it took was a small but lingering caress of Haknyeon’s hand on your lower back, a touch that signaled I want to do very bad things to you right now.

He currently has you pressed up against the sink, your hands gripping onto the edge of the countertop as his hand covers your mouth while he vigorously plunges two of his thick fingers inside your weeping cunt. His plush lips finding purchase at the junction between your neck and collarbone, muffling his own sounds of pleasure as he ruts his erection between your ass.

“They’ll get too suspicious Hak, we’ve been gone too long…” You groan against his big palm.

“Relax. I’ll be quick I promise.” He leaves a small kiss on your shoulder.

His fingers inside suddenly curl and thrust deeper into your core, trying to get you to reach your sweet release in a matter of seconds. Your eyes roll back as Haknyeon continues to finger fuck you into oblivion.

You don’t even notice the smirk on his face as he watches your reaction through the reflection of the mirror in front of you, taking a mental snapshot of your face for his own pleasure later on when he’s alone in his room tonight.

He knows you’re close by the way your eyebrows knit together, how your breathing slowly turns erratic, and how your hand release their grip from the countertop and grip his hair instead.

“I’m goi- oh fuck!” You mumble against his hand.

“C’mere-” Haknyeon turns your jaw towards him, smashing his lips against yours as he swallows in your moans. Your velvety walls gripping his fingers like a vice as you come undone so beautifully.

After, you both slowly help fix each other’s appearances before leaving the bathroom at different times as to not cause any attention to the party goers downstairs. But even being at different corners of the room, you still find yourselves seeking the other with your usual hidden glances at one another.

“So… When do you think they’re finally going to admit they're together?” Eric whispers to Hyunjae as they observe the two of you from their spot on the couch.

“I’d give it a week or two until one of them breaks.” Hyunjae replies.

“Tonight, that’s my bet.” Eric says confidently.

“Horse shit.” Hyunjae scoffs as he takes another swig of his beer.

“Give me ten minutes. I’ll cozy up near her and he’ll come rushing.” Eric smirks.

Safe to say, Hyunjae lost a lot of cash that night.

Dont condone workplace bullying guys! Definitely leave if you’re feeling all the icks 😰

lean on me

pairing: husband!mingyu x gn!reader genre: drabble, hurt/comfort, some fluff warning(s): mentions of food, mean coworkers word count: 0.9k

summary: your husband seems to be feeling down, but you can’t seem to figure out why.

Your husband’s being awfully quiet tonight.

He’d come back home a few hours ago, saying nothing other than a soft “Hi” in reply to your enthusiastic greeting, and immediately went to take a shower without smothering you in hugs and kisses.

Which is incredibly unusual, considering his tendency to start telling you anything and everything about his day the moment he walks through the front door to your shared apartment despite having told you almost everything through text already (to your endearment). Coupled with the fact that today was his first day at his new job, you fully expected Mingyu to have many things to recount from his day at work and the welcome dinner afterwards.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, you try to recall the events of the day as you scroll through your text history with your husband, but come up short. Your eyes gloss over the last few texts he’d sent you as you purse your lips together in thought.

my gyu: i’m going to the welcome dinner now!! [18:01]

my gyu: i’m so excited :) can’t wait to tell u all abt it!! [18:01]

you: so excited for u!! have fun bb <3 [18:02]

you: how’s the dinner? [20:12]

The realisation that your husband never replied to your text hits you only now, and you’re met with the sudden urge to check up on him.

You pocket your phone, brows furrowed as you shuffle through the apartment and into your bedroom, only to be met with Mingyu’s back as he lies down on the side of the bed further away from the door.

If your suspicions are correct, your husband is most definitely not sleeping.

Something must’ve happened at the welcome dinner.

You creep towards Mingyu, climbing onto your side of the bed and engulfing your husband in a back hug immediately. Mingyu tenses for a split second before resting his hands on your arms.

“Is everything okay?” your voice is soft, and you plant a kiss on the back of Mingyu’s neck while waiting patiently for a response. Mingyu hums weakly in affirmation.

Silence ensues as you don’t probe him further, deciding to give him time to process things.

Your husband sits up and turns around to face you after a while, and you smile at him while following suit, hoping to give him some of your energy.

“I went to the welcome dinner earlier…” Mingyu begins as you nod, reaching out to hold his hands in yours as you rub circles on the back of his hands.

“They said it was company tradition to diss the newcomer, so that’s what they did once we got a few drinks in,” you raise an eyebrow at Mingyu’s words, but make no move to interrupt him. “The jabs were funny at first, but some of them started talking about my lisp and imitating it, and I just didn’t find it funny anymore. I didn’t say anything, company tradition and all, and I feel stupid for even feeling upset when they were just joking and—”

“It’s not a joke if it’s making you upset, baby,” you can’t take it anymore, deciding to cut him off while squeezing his hands tighter. “Your feelings are valid, and they shouldn’t have made fun of you like that. Not then, and not ever.”

Mingyu’s eyes start glistening, a result of him tearing up at your words. “But if- if this is a running tradition, then the others would have been able to handle the disses. I’m just- sensitive for no reason, right?”

You detach one of your hands from your husband’s to cup his cheek, a deep frown etched on your face.

“Baby,” you begin, slowly picking and choosing your words in your head, “You’re not being sensitive, you’re allowed to feel upset about this. This… ‘tradition’ is already very questionable in the first place, and I’m really sorry you had to go through that. It just doesn’t sit right with me to have people literally insult and make fun of you and for you to have to be fine with it. You can feel upset. In fact, you should feel upset, because there’s literally no world where such behaviour should be condoned.”

Mingyu leans into your touch, letting the first tear fall from his left eye. Your heart aches so much, and you pull Mingyu into your embrace, where sobs start racking his body as he buries his face into your neck.

“T-thank you,” your husband manages between sobs, and you squeeze him tighter around you. “You’re always so good to me.”

As a people-centric person, Mingyu tends to put others’ concerns and well-being first, often disregarding himself and his own feelings that it eventually culminates into him feeling miserable. Even then, however, he puts up a front as much as he can, and it breaks your heart every time you see him like this. You’re determined to remind him that he’s loved, and that his feelings, just like anyone else’s, matters.

The next few minutes or so are spent in each other’s arms as you encourage Mingyu to cry his heart out, and it’s a while later when he’s calmed down, head on your chest as you both lie down and get ready to retire for the night.

“I love you,” Mingyu whispers, tilting his head up to kiss your jaw. “I should quit my job, shouldn’t I?”

You smile, pulling him tighter against your chest. “I love you, too, baby. I’ll support you in whatever you choose to do.”

“And baby? There’s nothing funny about your lisp. If anything, I think it’s really cute.”

Mingyu beams at you in response, and you swear his goofy grin could light up the whole world.

You’re never letting him go.

a/n: kind of… inspired by the latest gose episode (class president part 2)

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💫 Animal Crossing vs Stardew Valley💫

✨Pairing: non idol!Seonghwa x gn!reader ✨Prompt: You and your best friend Seonghwa argue about which game is better than the other. ✨Word count: 0.7k ✨Genre: fluff, best friends ☀️Authors Note: I definitely play way more Stardew Valley than Animal Crossing so had to get the help of my friend who's played AC way longer than I have to have some good materials for this one shot! Let me know if you liked it!🥰

"There is no way you prefer Stardew Valley over Animal Crossing New Horizon." Seonghwa said looking at you flabbergasted after you had confessed you preferred said game over Animal Crossing.

"Why wouldn't I prefer Stardew Valley over Animal Crossing?! Stardew has so much more gameplay and a storyline and it's so much more fun!" You argued back at him, he sat up straighter in the sofa the two of you were sitting in with his mouth hanging open as if he could not believe the words you had just uttered.

"No no no you're wrong! Animal crossing is much better, the villagers are super cute, you get to choose who stays on your island! You can't do that in Stardew! You're forced to have the exact same people as everyone else!" He said as he turned his switch towards you to show his villagers who were waving and just in general being cute.

"Well at least I don't need to restart or get a new switch if I wanna restart a new farm in Stardew! You have to delete everything if you wanna start a new farm meaning you'll have to delete all your memories and that's no fun!" You pout "And besides Animal Crossing don't have Krobus so that's automatically a minus point!"

"What the hell is a Krobus?!" Seonghwa asked making a face causing you to gasp and turn toward him almost offended he asked who Krobus is.

"He's a precious friendly monster! You have not seen his little face when you gift him an emerald! He's adorable!!" You defend the creature.

"Well do your villagers congratulate you on your birthday?" He argues back which causes you to let out an annoyed:

"No they don't."

"Hah! See! My game is superior! They sing a little song and do a little dance for you. Plus the visuals are much cuter than your game!"

"Hey! The visuals are really nice as well!!" You lightly hits his leg as he laughs.

"Besides Stardew stresses me out. I want to be relaxed when playing a game and yet there's a time limit every day, if I want to save I gotta go to bed and if I'm mining I get attacked by everything from crabs to slime monsters to bugs." He rants and it brings out a laugh from you.

"That's why Animal Crossing is slightly boring. There's no fighting, no action or adrenaline rush while playing the game! Plus Stardew has a storyline, your game is over once you earn three stars which is like what do you do after that?" You retaliate and you can see something click in Hwas head as his eyes starts looking a bit mischievous as he fights a smile.

"Well you know Sprout Valley is better than your game!" That caused you to gasp, there was no way he actually uttered those words to you.

"You take that back! You agreed last week when we played it that it was good but not as good as our favorite games!" You point at him and he's now wearing a Cheshire grin on his face

"I changed my mind" He singsongs, giggling at your flabbergasted face.

"Get over here!" You say pouncing at him to tickle him causing him to shriek trying to get away from you.

"Stooppp!!! Hahahahaha noooo stop it Y/n!!!!" He tries to push you off of him but hes unsuccessful of getting you off and stopping your attack.

"I will stop if you take it back and say Stardew is the best game out there!!" You smirk trying not to laugh at how he was turning red from laughing.

"Okay! OKAY!! Ahhhh you win!!! Stardew Valley is the best game out there!!" Once he had screamed that you stopped, laughing at him. Seonghwa looked as if he had been to war with his now tousled hair, beanie on the ground and shirt slightly tangled.

"See! I won." You say sitting back in your corner of the sofa looking like a cat who just got the cream. Enjoying your victory over Seonghwa who usually was the one who won these kind of arguments. Your victory did not last long before he wheezed out:

"I lied. Animal Crossing and Sprout Valley is leagues better."

"Why you little shit!" You said before lunging at him with a screech causing him to let out a scream of his own trying to avoid your fingers who were ready to tickle him again until he gave up.

it’s always those 2AM sessions filled with curious/comfortable chatter 😂

Coffee ice cream with chocolate chips (Bang Chan × Reader)

Warnings: just a lot of fluff

A/N - Yes this is based on Chan's insta posts because man is LITERALLY making me more delusional day by day. So I'm sharing my pain with you though this very short drabble.

2am in the morning. That's the exact time when you're boyfriend called you and said in a very awake voice "Hey wanna go for ice cream?" You, being the very sweet person you are, begrudgingly said yes because you didn't wanna upset your puppy faced boyfriend. Getting up from your bed, you went to your closet and out on the maroon jacket, which Chan had gotten for you from France. It was a special jacket, beset with fake jewels in your favourite colour and it had a tiny embroidering of your name. It kept you warm on the days that Chan wasn't there to keep the cold from entering your front door.

Putting on your purple scarf and shooing away your cat from your shoes, you stepped outside into your lawn to find Chan, wrapped in all black as usual, waiting for you with his car. He did his little run towards and squeezed you, his warm body touching yours. The night was cold, with all the four winds of Zephyrus, Notus, Eurus and Boreas, running through time like an expatriate. But all it took was one hug from Chan to warm your body and your soul up. Chan pulled away from the hug and gave you a bouquet of hyacinths that he said reminded him of your personality.

Getting into the car and putting on your special shared playlist, you drove towards your favourite ice cream place, while Chan entertained you by doing impressions of his friends Minho and Jisung. You reached the ice cream place/cafe in two minutes and climbed the slightly broken stone steps to get through the blue coloured door. You basically lived in this shop your entire life because it was owned by your maternal uncle. Free ice cream and coffee? It was basically heaven for your childhood and college self. So imagine your happiness when Chan took you to this place for your third date, claiming he loved the flavour of the coffee. That's when the place became more deeply etched in your heart.

The place was almost empty now, with just some teenagers having coffee. Your favourite cousin, Seungmin was at the counter and he smiled widely when he saw you and Chan. "It's really cold right now you know? I don't think you should be having ice cream but hey. If you get a cold, I'm gonna be so happy." You stick your tongue out at him as he hands you your usual order, coffee ice cream with chocolate chips. Dating you meant that Chan had to deal with ice cream cravings all the time so slowly his order and your order became the same. Even though many people disagreed, you had a firm belief that chocolate chips and coffee ice cream were a match made in heaven. It took two months and one presentation (supported by Minho) to convince Chan to even try the combination. And in the end it was a grand success! Sitting at the small wooden table outside, you and Chan slowly ate your ice cream while talking about both of your days. Finishing your ice cream, both you went for walk to your favourite pond. You took some pictures of Chan on the way because you said and I quote 'Your back looks good in that white tanktop. Take the jacket off once'.

Laying beneath a tree near the pond Chan ran his hands through you hair as he kissed the top of your nose. You lay on his chest, trying not to fall asleep from the slow beat of his heart and the comforting warmth of his body. Bathing is the moonlight, both of you pointed out stars, while trying to find Jupiter, because according to Chan, Felix told him that Jupiter would be visible to Earth today. You laughed and told him that it was Mercury, while he layed there, trying to find out whether Felix or him got it wrong. You just sat there, silently admiring him, and thinking about how he was the perfect chocolate chips to your coffee ice cream.

“boval” 😂 nonon is too iconically cute in this

heads up: bread <3

vernon's hands are coated in flour now, and all he can do is think about how in love with you he is. he should be listening--really, it's probably pretty rude that he isn't--but he's still stuck somewhere between the feeling of your fingers as you tied his apron earlier and stuck on the soft way you laughed at something dumb he said. some bread related pun that slipped off his tongue all too easily. his friends would have teased him, but you just laughed for a moment and went along with it.

"okay, so... we can either shape this into a boule or a bâtard first. we have enough dough to do both, so you can pick which shape we start with." you slowly turn the bowl of dough over, letting it plop out onto the floured surface. "and i can show you how i do the patterns whenever we slash it."

vernon has absolutely no idea what the fuck you are talking about. but you're cute, and you're teaching him how to bake bread, so he just smiles and hopes that's enough.

you giggle. "okay. so... we can either make it into a ball, a boule, or we can make it into an oval, a bâtard, since my grandma bought me a banneton for my birthday."

those are words. he understands the shapes, but you've lost him again with banneton. your hands rest over his, and you gently place them on the cold dough.

"vernon. ball or oval?" your eyes are twinkling as you look up at him.

he is so entirely off his game. "boval," is what comes out of his mouth, and he's already kicking himself. shit. fuck. "fuck, sorry, i mean--"

but you laugh again, like you did at his stupid bread pun, and squeeze his hands. "boval it is, then. i'll show you what to do and let you work while i get the banneton ready."

yeah. yeah, whatever you say. as long as he gets to hear that laugh again, he'll go along with anything.

Love it, it's too cute!!

Hi, are you taking spideychelle requests? If so, could you write one where Michelle gets her wisdom teeth removed? If not, that's perfectly fine! Take all the time you need ♥

I am taking requests! Spideychelle art and fic requests, actually! I hope you don’t mind this, but I’m gonna use this as an excuse to develop Peter and MJ’s relationship in my Spiderverse, because I haven’t written about them in a while. 😅

Peter lay underneath the cozy blanket on the couch, scrolling through his social media on his phone.

Although he wasn't too active on his social media, he still used his Instagram as a good opportunity to post his photos.

Most of them were of him and his friends, but a few others were of the New York skyline or some photos he discreetly captured while talking to the police, of blurred police cars with their lights flashing red and blue, and some of his favorite Spider-Man photos he sent to The Daily Bugle.

He tilted his head in confusion when his phone pinged, a text from MJ popping up on his screen.

MJ (partner-in-crime): "Hey, nerd, can you and Mr. Murdock or May come to pick me up at the dentist in forty-five minutes to an hour? I have wisdom tooth surgery today, and neither my mom nor aunt can pick me up."

Peter instantly opened the full window, typing his response into the little screen.

Peter (Spider-Boy): "Sure, is it the one across from Burger Frog?"

MJ (partner-in-crime): "That's the one."

Peter (Spider-Boy): "Yeah, sounds good. I'll call Matt and ask him to take me. I think May's out with her bf or something.."

MJ (partner-in-crime): "Alright, great. I'll see you then."

Peter smiled a small smile before pulling up Matt's contact to call him.

"Hey, Pete, what's up?" The older Mutant greeted on the other line.

Peter grinned when he heard his godfather. "Hey, Matt. MJ just texted me. She's at the dentist to get her wisdom teeth removed... She asked if we could go pick her up in about forty-five minutes to an hour or so? I mean, I don't wanna ask May because I know she has that new boyfriend of hers, and...well..." He rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish smile tugging at his features when Matt chuckled.

"Yeah, I can see what Foggy's up to around that time, Pete. I'll call you when it's getting closer to the time we need to pick her up, okay?"

"Sounds good. Thanks, Matt," Peter said. "I'll see you soon."

"Gotcha, Little Red. I'll see you soon," Matt said, laughing, as Peter groaned into a couch cushion.

"Matt, please, for the love of everything good in this world, stop calling me that," he begged, embarrassed.

He chuckled. "I'll see you soon, Pete."

"See you soon, Godfather Matt," Peter said, grinning smugly when the man sighed.

"Never letting that one down, are you?"

"Nope."

"Right. Well, I'll see you later, squirt," Matt chuckled.

"Bye, Matt," Peter said, before hanging up the phone.

He rolled over, and flopped down onto his back, keeping his body covered by the blanket, leaving only his head peeking out from the soft material.

He knew that MJ was a bit nervous about the dentist, mainly because she burned through anesthesia faster than a normal person would, and the offices scared her in general. Always had.

Peter looked over towards his bedroom, which remained unoccupied throughout June, and he sat up, flinging the blanket off of his body.

He padded into his room, already shedding his blue plaid button-up, white t-shirt, jeans, belt, shoes, and socks in favor of changing into his blue and red Spider-Man suit.

He snapped his Web-Shooters onto his wrists with a  barely audible click! before climbing out onto the fire escape. He closed his window behind him before shooting a strand of webbing out at the building across from him and swinging off into the late morning.

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Peter anxiously bounced his knee as he sat in one of the chairs within the dentist's office waiting room, one hand anxiously gripping his damaged thigh in case a painful flare-up hit him. So far, he was doing okay, but being surrounded by so many people was making him on edge.

"Hey." Matt, who was sitting next to him, gently squeezed his hand. "It's okay. She'll be out soon."

"I know how much she hates these places," he murmured in a hushed voice.

"You know her better than anyone, don't you," Matt said, leaning back against his chair, one leg crossed over the other, cane leaning against the two chairs.

"Michelle Jones?" The receptionist called in a friendly voice when she stepped out from the hallway, making Peter stand up.

"I-I'm here for, uh...Michelle Jones." He gestured to both him and Matt. "We-we both are." His blue eyes narrowed in on the Inhibitor bracelet that was tightly fastened around her wrist and making his anger boil inside him.

Matt stood up half a second later, placing a hand on the sixteen-year-old's shoulder and making him look back at him. He gave him a tight-lipped, although defeated, smile to try and calm him down enough to see his best friend.

"Follow me, please," she said, snapping Peter out of his angry stupor.

The two Mutants followed her into a sterile room with a white hospital bed, beige walls, and white tile flooring.

Peter grinned when he saw MJ sitting on the bed, fiddling with her Inhibitor bracelet. "Hey, Red."

MJ's dark, cocoa brown eyes focused on her best friend when her head snapped up. She smiled at him, a bit dopily because of the sedation that he knew would wear off soon.

"Pe'her? 'S tha' you?" She asked, cocking her head in innocent confusion.

"Yeah, 's me," he said, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "You ready to ditch this place?"

"Hull yuh," she said around the gauze in her mouth. She tried to stand up, but her legs were wobbling so badly that she practically fell into Peter, who instantly caught her by her biceps.

She flung her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist, pushing him against the bed. She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, smiling dopily at him. "Missed yuh, Pe'her. We gon' go home now?"

"Just as soon as Matt checks us out," Peter laughed, a bit confused as to why she hadn't burned through the anesthesia yet.

"By the time you get home, Michelle, you'll be able to take the gauze out," the nurse said. "Your mouth would be almost completely healed, thanks to your enhancements."

"'S right. 'M badass," MJ said, giving Peter a lopsided smirk as she curled her hand into fists, showing the two divets in between her knuckles to them.

Peter smiled, shaking his head in amusement. "Yeah, you are."

"The anesthesia's going to wear off in thirty minutes to an hour, so make sure you keep an eye on her during that time before she completely comes to her senses," the nurse continued.

"Ohhhhh... You got the really good stuff, didn't you?"

"Mmmmm-hmm. Real gud shtuff," MJ murmured, burying her face into his neck again. "Look a' me, Pe'her. 'M a koala."

Peter felt his face heat up, as the nurse gave him a warm smile. 

"She loves you very much, I can tell," she said, letting Matt sign the braille paperwork for her to discharge her.

Peter instantly looked back at MJ, his face and ears reddening in embarrassment.

MJ lifted her head, letting her nose brush against his before nuzzling her head under his chin again.

Peter suspects they must have been quite a sight when Matt led them out of the room, and into the front of the building where a few people waiting in chairs for their appointments gave them kind smiles before averting their gazes when they noticed MJ's Inhibitor.

Peter swallowed the growl rising in his throat, just as MJ flashed everyone the Inhibitor bracelet around her wrist.

"Yeah, I got supherphowers, so what?" She clung against her best friend, who gave her an awed look. "'M still badass, right, Pe'her?"

"Absolutely," he said, carrying her out to where Foggy Nelson, Matt's best friend, was waiting in his car for them.

"C'n I drive?" She asked in excitement.

"Absolutely not," Matt chuckled, making her stick her lower lip out in a pout.

Peter helped her inside the backseat of the car, barely able to help buckle her in before she was trying to wriggle into his lap.

"M-MJ, c'mon you gotta get buckled in," Peter laughed, his voice constricted, as she hugged him tightly.

"Noooooo. Yur all waaaarm..." She nuzzled her face into his neck again, and he sighed, shifting his position a bit to try and accommodate the added weight, and to prevent MJ from hitting her head on the ceiling of the car.

Matt murmured something to Foggy, which made Peter try to listen in on the conversation.

"What're they doing back there?"

"MJ's trying to make out with your godson," Foggy snickered, making Peter snort.

"Seriously, guys?" He sighed, shaking his head, as he focused his eyes on MJ, who was trying to pull her cherry-red hair out of its ponytail. "Hang on, Red, lemme get that." Peter sat up straighter to try and help pull the hair tie out without pulling her hair, as she thumped her head against his shoulder once more.

"Thamk yuh, Pe'her..." she murmured, as her hair fell in frizzy ringlets over her back.

"You're welcome, MJ," he said softly, as Foggy drove them back to Peter's place.

Nothing else eventful happened on the way there, except for the occasional, silly comment MJ gave Peter that made him laugh or roll his eyes affectionately.

Her mouth had started to heal a bit more on the way there, and she started to move her numbed tongue around in her mouth.

"You okay?" He asked, to which she shook her head.

"Nooo... I can't feel muh mowth," she whined petulantly.

"Well, you had to get your wisdom teeth out, so that's why your mouth's numb," Peter replied, feeling his body lock up when she tightened her hold around his waist with her legs.

"Why'd yuh take m' teef, Pe'her?" She asked in an accusatory tone, which would have been more threatening if she wasn't doped up on enhanced pain meds, and lisping.

"I didn't take your teeth, Red," he reassured, making her huff in annoyance.

"Then who did?" She demanded, her dark, cocoa eyes staring into his bright blue ones.

"The dentist did," he said calmly. "They were hurting your other teeth, so the dentist had to take them out."

"Oh. They got evacu'ated?" She asked, partially understanding what the Mutant was saying.

"Yeah, they evacuated," he snickered, pressing his forehead against hers, and making her hum.

"'S rude o' them t' leave like that," she muttered, glancing back when Matt was unable to contain the laugh that bubbled out of his mouth. "'Ey! 'S true!"

"We believe you, Michelle," Matt chuckled, shaking his head.

"Alright, guys, we're here," Foggy said when he pulled in front of Peter's apartment.

"Keep an eye on her, Pete," Matt advised, looking back at the two enhanced teenagers.

"I will, Matt, I promise." He gently nudged the underside of MJ's thigh with his knee. "C'mon, Em, we're here. You gotta let me up."

She squeezed him tighter. "No."

"I'll pick you up as soon as I get out, I promise," he reassured, smiling at her.

She narrowed her eyes at him before relenting and sliding off his lap and onto the seat next to him. She folded her arms over her chest, watching him push the car door open and climb out.

"C'mon, MJ," he said, holding his hand out to her. "As soon as we get inside, we can get that gauze out, and I'll make you a pizookie, yeah?"

"Wha's a pi'ookie?" She asked, letting him help her out of the car.

"Half-baked chocolate chip cookie with vanilla ice cream," he explained, letting her wrap her arms around his neck, and legs around his waist as she had done before.

"Hmm...Sounds good," she murmured, as Peter pushed the car door close with his free hand, the other resting on the small of MJ's back to keep her close to his body.

"Thanks, Mr. Nelson. I'll see you later, Matt," Peter said, as Matt ruffled his hair gently.

"You take care of her, squirt," Matt advised, smiling.

"I will. I always do," he reassured, smiling.

MJ waved at the two before Peter carried her into the lobby of the apartment.

He used the stairs to head up to the eighth floor, thanks to the elevator acting shitty for the past couple of weeks, MJ still clinging to his body.

Once he was outside his apartment door, he reached into his back pocket to pull out his keys, just as MJ twirled the keyring around one finger.

"Lookin' for these?" She asked, smiling innocently.

Peter rolled his eyes, smiling, as he took the keys off her finger and unlocked the door. 

He carried MJ into his apartment, and instantly let her flop down onto the couch, wrapping herself up in his blanket before he could close and lock the door.

"Th' blanket smells like you," she pointed out, nuzzling her face into it.

He smiled before walking towards her. "You want me to get the gauze out of your mouth?"

"Why d' I have gauze in muh mowth?" She asked, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Because they had to take the spots of your wisdom teeth," he told her, letting her sit up, wrapped in his blanket, mouth parted in a little "O".

"They turned muh teef into gauze?" She asked, shocked, as Peter silently cursed himself for not getting any of this on tape.

"No, they took your wisdom teeth out, and they had to put gauze in your mouth so your mouth wouldn't start bleeding before we came to pick you up," he explained.

MJ felt around her mouth with two fingers to pull out the strips of gauze, drenched in saliva and clumped together with dried blood.

Peter grabbed a Kleenex for her to put them in so he could throw them out. "You want me to turn a movie on?" He asked, standing up to throw out the Kleenex.

"Mm-hm," she said, snuggling back into the blanket. "Somethin' dark and depressing. Or hilarious."

Peter shook his head in amusement at her. "Alright, Red, lemme find one." He sat down in front of the movie cabinet his and May's TV rested on, hearing MJ shift her position on the couch.

"You want The Greatest Showman?" He asked, looking back at her when he didn’t receive an answer.

He smiled softly when he saw her wrapped in his blanket, already fast asleep. He knew the anesthesia dentists and doctors now gave enhanced individuals was really strong because of their enhanced metabolisms, and he also knew MJ needed plenty of rest after her surgery.

He headed into the kitchen to start working on their pizookies, smiling to himself when he heard MJ mumbling incoherently in her sleep.

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MJ woke up an hour later to the smell of freshly baked cookies and melting ice cream, and a barely-noticeable ache in her jaw.

She sat up from the couch, groaning as she massaged her jaw. "Morning, sleepyhead," Peter greeted, already sitting at the table, eating his own pizookie.

"Hey, loser..." She stretched, one arm tucked behind her head, the other stretched towards the air. "How long was I out for...?"

"'Bout an hour," he said. "The good stuff wear off yet?"

She nodded. "Yeah, a little. I mean, I'm more coherent than I probably was before I fell asleep, so..." She stood up, and walked towards the kitchen table, slumping down in front of the pizookie Peter had left in front of her. "What's this?"

"Pizookie," he replied. "Half-baked cookie with ice cream," he said, fangs scraping his fork when he took another bite.

MJ gave a small hum, taking her fork in hand, and carefully taking a bite of the homemade treat. "Huh, that's actually pretty good."

Peter grinned. "Thanks, Red Koala."

"What?" She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him, making him snort and cover his mouth.

"Sorry, you, uh.... The first thing you did was hold onto me like how a koala grabs onto a eucalyptus tree, and you called yourself a koala," he explained, making her groan and thump her head against the table.

"I didn't do anything else, right?"

"You thought your wisdom teeth were rude for, and I quote, 'evacuating your mouth', and then you thought the dentist turned them into gauze," he explained, laughing when MJ thumped her head against the table again.

"You better not have gotten that on tape," she warned.

"I wish I did," he laughed, smiling. He watched her sit back up to take another bite of her treat.

"Thanks for, y'know...picking me up, Parker..." She said shyly, her hair partially obscuring her face to hide her scarlet blush.

Peter smiled earnestly at her. "'S no problem, MJ. You would've done the same, anyway."

She nodded, pointing her forkful of pizookie at him. "Damn right."

The two fell silent again, basking in the company of one another, as they finished their pizookies before Peter spoke again.

"Do you really think I should get a tattoo?"

"What?"

Peter shrugged. "You talk in your sleep when you're doped up," he said nonchalantly, making her roll her eyes.

"I mean...if you want to," she said. "As long as it isn't something dumb, and huge."

Peter smiled, and nodded. "I'll keep that in mind," he said, eyeing the small notebook he had left on the island counter. 

He'll definitely keep it in mind.