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Painter! reader making a textured painting for Jouno.
Imagine him gliding his fingers over the piece of carefully made art gently, curling his hand into a fist to "collect" everything that had just pricked his fingers in an oddly comforting way, as if he could feel your touch from each stroke on the canvas.
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I question how some writers still have the time to write when they're in school π LIKE MY ECO TEACHER IS KICKING MY ASS RN HES SO SCARY
I'll be honest every single of of my works you see on here was created at 1am on a school day, just have a fucked up sleep schedule and I promise you you'll be more consistent at postingβΌοΈβΌοΈ(Don't do it)
Painter! reader making a textured painting for Jouno.
Imagine him gliding his fingers over the piece of carefully made art gently, curling his hand into a fist to "collect" everything that had just pricked his fingers in an oddly comforting way, as if he could feel your touch from each stroke on the canvas.
What to do if u accidently paralyze ur hand with a massage gun... asking for.. um.. a friend..
Firstly, you did WHAT..
Okay in all honesty I have never been in this situation before, so I'd probably just freeze it awake by putting it in cold ass water. btw if you couldn't tell this is terrible advice don't follow it.
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Winter, the air is cold and the express's heater broke down, leaving Pom-Pom in a frantic state of going around to fix things, offering free drink as they go. Snuggling under the blankets of her bed, (Name) reads a light novel paired with her favorite cup of tea, and lets the room be illuminated by the soft moon glow.
"(Name)," A sleepy voice calls as her door slides open. Dan Heng stumbles through and the door slowly closes behind him.
"Love?" She sets the book down by her bedside table, shifting her position to sit up. "It's late, what're you-"
The blankets lifts, and the boy slips right in. He closes the distance between them and wraps his arms around her waist, placing kiss on her cheek in the process. She smiles, hearing him purr just a bit after finding warmth.
"I'm cold," He says, snuggling closer, burying his face in the crook of her neck.
"Do you want me to get more blankets?" She chuckles, patting his head.
"No," He mumbles, voice muffled and his breath against her neck. His hold on her tightens, as if he's trying to get even closer than he already is, and she laughs softly again. "You're enough, very warm."
"Alright," Turning off the lights, she fully sinks into the comfort of her bed and snakes her arms around his waist, tracing slow, careful circles on his back. "Good night, my love, sleep well."
"Mm," He responds tiredly, letting out a soft yawn.
The night is dark and cold, but in each otherβs arms, thereβs only warmth and love.
A/N: Thank @achy-boo for this. Hello yesnt I'm not exactly back from my hiatus. I'm half drunk rn so I typed this out.
Dan Heng wasn't a clingy lover. Not in public, not usually, never.
Well, there's always an exception to βnever.β Late at night, or early in the morning. Mostly the latter, when Dan Heng would be hugging you from behind and refusing to let you go.
Today was one of those days. The both of you were on the express in your room, because heaven forbid you get back pains from sleeping on Dan Hengβs makeshift bed. There weren't any particular things to do that day, so that only meantβ¦
βDan Heng, love, let me go, please..β you were trying your hardest not to sound annoyed right now. You really were, and instead of the release from the tight grip you were hoping for, you got a groan in response, and the grip tightened even more. In response, you tried to wriggle out of his grasp.
βDan Heng, I agreed to get breakfast with Pom-pom and March today-β you didn't manage to finish your sentence before you were cut off by a sleepy yet familiar voice mumbling.
βMine..β
You wanted to think of an appropriate response to him, even though your words would most likely fall on deaf ears, but before you could do anything, you felt something snake itself around your waist β Dan Hengβs tail.
βWe stayed up late last night. Stay with me.β You knew then there was no way you'd be able to get out of this, and you could only sign as you closed your eyes and drifted back to sleep.
No, Dan Heng wasn't a clingy lover. Not in public, not usually, not ever.
But that was for the public to think. To you, he was the clingiest person alive, and you wouldn't have him any other way.
A/N: Thank @achy-boo for this. Hello yesnt I'm not exactly back from my hiatus. I'm half drunk rn so I typed this out.
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Dan Heng wasn't a clingy lover. Not in public, not usually, never.
Well, there's always an exception to βnever.β Late at night, or early in the morning. Mostly the latter, when Dan Heng would be hugging you from behind and refusing to let you go.
Today was one of those days. The both of you were on the express in your room, because heaven forbid you get back pains from sleeping on Dan Hengβs makeshift bed. There weren't any particular things to do that day, so that only meantβ¦
βDan Heng, love, let me go, please..β you were trying your hardest not to sound annoyed right now. You really were, and instead of the release from the tight grip you were hoping for, you got a groan in response, and the grip tightened even more. In response, you tried to wriggle out of his grasp.
βDan Heng, I agreed to get breakfast with Pom-pom and March today-β you didn't manage to finish your sentence before you were cut off by a sleepy yet familiar voice mumbling.
βMine..β
You wanted to think of an appropriate response to him, even though your words would most likely fall on deaf ears, but before you could do anything, you felt something snake itself around your waist β Dan Hengβs tail.
βWe stayed up late last night. Stay with me.β You knew then there was no way you'd be able to get out of this, and you could only sign as you closed your eyes and drifted back to sleep.
No, Dan Heng wasn't a clingy lover. Not in public, not usually, not ever.
But that was for the public to think. To you, he was the clingiest person alive, and you wouldn't have him any other way.
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WARNINGS/ TAGS: Jing Yuan's drunk, implied drinking, fluff, marriage proposals, Not beta, OOC [0.3K WC]
ββ WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS IN THE MORNING.
A/N: Am I sick rn? Very. Why am I writing? idk someone stop me rn, this makes no sense #3
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βMarry me.βΒ
βJing Yuan, love, youβre drunk,β you sigh, taking a small sip of the drink you had ordered. Your lover had one of your hands trapped between his own, and had asked you to marry him with full confidence in his voice. When you opened your eyes to look at him again, you could see the sadness in his eyes, feeling rejectedβ¦ Before you even rejected him.
βLook, Jing Yuan- Iβm not saying I donβt want to marry you, but youβre not in your right mind right now, so letβs talk about it in the morning, yea?β you gently pulled your hand away, setting your drink down before patting his head.Β
Jing Yuan, however, didnβt seem too happy about your response. He placed his hand on his chest, and dramatically said, βYouβre quite a cruel lover, my dear. Tell me,β Jing Yuan whispered into your ear, his tiredness slowly getting to him. βWould you marry me if I werenβt drunk?βΒ
You pretended to think for a while before responding. βMaybe.β Your response made him frown a little, which earned a chuckle from you. βOkay, okay, fine. Letβs go home,β you added, not wanting this conversation to last until the effects of alcohol wore off.Β
You felt your eyelids growing heavier and heavier as you brushed your hands through Jing Yuanβs soft locks. Just before you fell asleep, you gave your words another thought. Were your words technically an affirmation to him that youβd marry him if he proposed when he wasnβt drunk? Okayβ¦ Now that you think about itβ¦ It was probably best to also leave that thought for tomorrow.
Or, not. That bastardβ¦
βYuan..?β You mumbled as your eyes fluttered open when you felt something on your hand. Once you adjusted your vision, you could see Jing Yuan holding your hand up to his lips, gently pressing his lips onto your ring finger, which now had a silver band slipped onto it. This manβ¦ Was going to be the death of you.Β
WARNINGS/ TAGS: Jing Yuan's drunk, implied drinking, fluff, marriage proposals, Not beta, OOC [0.3K WC]
ββ WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS IN THE MORNING.
A/N: Am I sick rn? Very. Why am I writing? idk someone stop me rn, this makes no sense #3
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βMarry me.βΒ
βJing Yuan, love, youβre drunk,β you sigh, taking a small sip of the drink you had ordered. Your lover had one of your hands trapped between his own, and had asked you to marry him with full confidence in his voice. When you opened your eyes to look at him again, you could see the sadness in his eyes, feeling rejectedβ¦ Before you even rejected him.
βLook, Jing Yuan- Iβm not saying I donβt want to marry you, but youβre not in your right mind right now, so letβs talk about it in the morning, yea?β you gently pulled your hand away, setting your drink down before patting his head.Β
Jing Yuan, however, didnβt seem too happy about your response. He placed his hand on his chest, and dramatically said, βYouβre quite a cruel lover, my dear. Tell me,β Jing Yuan whispered into your ear, his tiredness slowly getting to him. βWould you marry me if I werenβt drunk?βΒ
You pretended to think for a while before responding. βMaybe.β Your response made him frown a little, which earned a chuckle from you. βOkay, okay, fine. Letβs go home,β you added, not wanting this conversation to last until the effects of alcohol wore off.Β
You felt your eyelids growing heavier and heavier as you brushed your hands through Jing Yuanβs soft locks. Just before you fell asleep, you gave your words another thought. Were your words technically an affirmation to him that youβd marry him if he proposed when he wasnβt drunk? Okayβ¦ Now that you think about itβ¦ It was probably best to also leave that thought for tomorrow.
Or, not. That bastardβ¦
βYuan..?β You mumbled as your eyes fluttered open when you felt something on your hand. Once you adjusted your vision, you could see Jing Yuan holding your hand up to his lips, gently pressing his lips onto your ring finger, which now had a silver band slipped onto it. This manβ¦ Was going to be the death of you.Β
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