Hao’s lover

your lips graze his cheek, your hand resting on his chest now, idly running over the dips in his skin around his collarbones, between his pecs. "i think i see a gray hair... ooooh, you're getting ooooold..."

and that peaceful moment comes crashing down around him as he begins to laugh. he opens his eyes to see you, blinking a few times as they adjust to the light. "really?" he says, shoulders shaking as he holds back the urge to laugh more at the oh-so-romantic way you've decided to wake him up on his birthday. "that's what you're going with?"

"did you think i was going to sit here and say sappy things?" you grin at him. "that's for later." with a playful swat to his side, you just move in so you're closer to him. "pretending to be asleep just to see what i'd say... i think your friends are gonna love to hear about that one."

despite the loving threat of his friends poking fun at him looming over him now, he laughs. he manages to grab your wrist, drawing your hand up so that he can kiss your knuckles. "you spend time with some of them and see if you come away without any gray hairs."

"no need." you hum, content. "i have you."

it takes a moment for the realization to set in before he's complaining again. but your laughter makes the moment sweeter, so happy with yourself for being a menace on his birthday of all days. maybe he should have expected this: you did wake him up at midnight just to mumble a 'happy birthday' to him and some other sickly sweet things before you fell asleep again. now that you're awake... of course you'd settle on teasing him.

🧴 · yapper!reader x husband!Vernon , fluff

Your husband loves hearing you talk about literally anything, especially when it’s evening’s self care time

“Baby, hold still, I can’t apply the mask if you move”

You said, as you put on the face cream with a small spatula, your fingertips resting under your boyfriend’s chin.

“Sorry” Vernon mumbled tight-lipped, holding back a smile.

“Do you want to tell me about your day? You forgot to do so today” He spoke in a whisper, trying to not move his mouth as much as possible.

You smiled at his attempt to stay still, still straddling his lap as you scooped up more cream.

“Today was pretty boring, just like usual. Though my co-worker made me work overtime, as you might’ve noticed, since she forgot to do an important thing in the project that we’re working on right now. But it was okay since you were also occupied with work and weren’t alone at home. Oh- and also..”

And there you went, talking about everything that came to your mind right now.

Whether it was about that show you wanted to watch, the pretty purse you saw on your way home or the food you’d crave for tomorrow evening. Vernon always listened to what you had to say.

He never minded the way you talked about your interest or whatever you wanted to say.

And he’s thankful for you being so talkative, otherwise he would’ve never met you and would never be married to you like in this lifetime.

While he worked as a barista, he’d never seen you in the shop before. What he didn’t know, though, was that you had always peeked through the glass of the cafe when you’d walk by.

Until your friend finally dared you to go inside and talk to him you would’ve never thought you’d step foot into this comfortable and small-spaced cafe.

“And what’s the order?” The kind boy asked, and oh was his voice pretty.

A small gulp and you got over it “A normal latte, please” You answered, taking in the way his pretty eyes looked into yours.

Nodding, he placed the order. “Alright, what is your name? Today’s pretty packed, so I can easily call you over” Liar. Yes the cafe was filled with more customers than usual, but it wasn’t that packed that he had to take names.

“Y/n,” you answered with a warm smile, staying quiet. But as he wrote down your name, you couldn’t stop the words that flowed over your tongue.

“Would you also like my number?” Your eyes widening at your own sentence. You really dared to do it now.

Looking at the boys’ face, you couldn’t tell what his thoughts were. Scared that he might decline, you tried to calm yourself by saying all he can say is no.

But that doubt was quickly replaced by his gentle smile. “Sure, but maybe after I placed the other customers orders, is that okay?” He asked politely.

You quickly paid for your latte, watching as the other customers placed their order one by one. Thank god it was Saturday, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to wait those unbearable 10 minutes.

“Alright, I think I’ll allow myself a small break by letting you give me your number, since I made you wait now” The brown eyed man spoke, introducing himself as Vernon.

Getting ready to leave the cafe, his voice suddenly called out to you. “Y/n, your latte” He chuckled. Wow, his chuckle was even prettier than his warm smile.. no both of those were equally pretty.

Before getting lost in your thoughts, you immediately smiled back, letting out a small awkward smile.

“Right, sorry” Grabbing your coffee you made, or tried to, make your way out of the cafe, but now holding your latte that the cute guy made you in your hand you began talking to him.

Not that he minded, and his co-worker Seungkwan also didn’t. Well, he bickered a bit since he had to take over, but it wasn’t as bad since he knew his friend might finally get a damn love-life.

“Love, you’re telling the story like I wasn’t the guy you asked for his number” Vernon, or different, your husband said as he was now putting the cream mask onto your face.

“It’s such a cute story though, I can’t wait to tell our kids one day.” You said, slightly tired but still giggling.

Both of you, with your face masks on, continued talking in the embrace of your warm bedsheets.

It finally got more quiet as tiredness started seeping into every cell of your body, moving your exhausted body to the bathroom and finally peeling off the face masks it was time to put out the lights of your nightstands.

With a small sigh leaving your mouth, followed by Vernon’s small sigh, your eyes fell shut.

“I’ll always appreciate and be thankful for your love for me, my favorite” You whispered, sure that Vernon was already is dreamland.

So when you finally drifted off to sleep, you didn’t register the quiet response from your husband.

“It’s the least I’ll ever be able to do for you, my pretty” the familiar warm smile following as he, too, drifted off to sleep.

— ౨ৎ

🍶 · reader x bf!Seungkwan , fluff

It was supposed to be a quiet little group dinner, nice food and good alcohol with calming conversations.

But everybody knew that wouldn’t happen as long as you and Seokmin were together.

Ever since you and Seungkwan became a couple, you were immediately part of the whole friend group. It was a rocky start, bringing you into the friend group, because Seungkwan was scared that you wouldn’t have the courage to talk to the twelve other boys.

Proven wrong, was the second Seokmin approached you.

Seungkwan knew you were an extrovert when you both first met. Though he knew you wouldn’t know how to be around his friends, even if he reassured you that you wouldn’t come off as weird or rude for being yourself.

As Seokmin talked to you, he brought out that extrovert that Seungkwan met, and it felt so refreshing for your boyfriend to see you being comfortable.

But being this comfortable led to you and Seokmin going absolutely ballistic in this barbeque and karaoke restaurant, fully drunk and just dancing as you sang to another.

You both were so wasted already, that the group even looked over to you both from time to time just to make sure nothing would happen.

And all of it went well, you and Seokmin would enjoy the evening and not harm yourselves, until they heard a small thump. All of the eyes went to your spot now, seeing you holding your feet.

Seungkwan was ready to already walk over to you.

“What happened?” He asked, sounding slightly frustrated for you to be so clumsy.

Still holding tight onto your toe, whining at your boyfriend, you tried and started talking.

“I stubbed.. feet on the corner of this stool.” Was all that came out, in a sluggish voice.

Seungkwan sighed, meeting your eyes that were looking up at him now.

“I think we need.. to go to the—”

Seungkwan immediately cut you off, “No, love, I’m not going to the hospital because of a stubbed toe with you.” He said, seeing you sulk immediately.

You asked him, what he would do if it was broken. “It’ll be your fault if my toe is broken now.” You frowned at him, cheeks red because of the alcohol that was running through your body.

Gesturing you to sit down, you listened to him, watching as he sat down next to you. “Put your foot on my lap.” He said in a calm but firm tone.

Seungkwan took your shoe off and gently pressed down on each toe. “Does it still hurt, and if yes, which one?”

You shook your head to tell him it didn’t hurt anymore, he nodded at your action and put your shoe back onto your foot.

“Please be more careful, yeah? I’ll be watching you.” Your boyfriend warned and let you go back to Seokmin, who was worried even if it was just a stubbed toe.

After another 2 hours of fun with the group, everyone decided to part ways and get home. Of course, you and Seungkwan drove home together, and even if he was slightly irritated at you being not careful before he couldn’t restrict himself from asking if everything was alright again.

“Foot still intact?” He asked, and you could immediately sense the soft caring that he always had.

“Mhm, all good”, was the answer that left your sluggish voiced mouth, a small smile following as you hugged your boyfriend tiredly.

“I love you, kwannie.”, you sighed, eyes closed as you nuzzled his side.

— ౨ৎ

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I NEED A BOYFRIEND LIKE KWANNIE 😭❤

Yess ofc love🌷[I'm so sorry for such a late response btw. Please read a/n in the end. Thank you♡]

🍪 Cookies and cream

Pairing: Vernon× gn reader[they are in an established relationship].

Genre: fluff, very domestic scenario, baking with Vernon basically.

Warnings: none. Word count:739

Note: you call Vernon by his first name Hansol. Also idk why I kept that title but okay 💀 .

"Nooo, you're supposed to coat them in flour, Hansol" you exclaimed as you saw him directly adding the blue berries in the cake batter.

"Uhh okay okay but why?" Vernon asked, nonchalantly.

"It's because of the batter. When you coat the blueberries with flour they automatically don't sink to the bottom of the baking pan." You explained while looking at him and continued "and when you add them to the batter and mix them lightly okay?"

"Yes ma'am!" he smiled. He bought extra flour in a bowl and coated the blueberries in flour. He looks very concentrated for someone who's assisting you to bake for the first time.

There wasn't really a special occasion to make Hansol some cookies and cake. In fact he loved any desserts made by you. But this time you were also going to send a batch of cookies to his family. So you asked for his help. Looking at how concentrated he is, with what you've instructed him to do made you happy. You took a glance at the clock. It was almost the time for the cookies to be done so you slid the cooking glove on to your hand and took them out of the oven. The delicious smell of chocolate and a sugary essence filled the kitchen. You set the pan on the table for the cookies to cool down. Hansol automatically left what he was doing and waddled back to you and hugged you from the back, settling his chin on your shoulder.

"Can I take some break please babe?" he murmured. His focus was still on the cookies.

"Hansol, honey I know your tricks. Just say that you want some cookies right now" you said nonchalantly as you pressed in the center of the cookies lightly. Nice and fully baked. You picked up the big ones.

"Wow, am I that obvious?" he questioned, his lips now pressed in a thin line,blinking at you as if in disbelief. You placed the big cookies on a plate.

"Yes and here's your cookies, the big ones because I knew you'd want some" you handed him the plate with a smile on your lips.

"Thank you babe" he said as he flashed his toothy smile at you.

"Mention not honey" you said.

Then you started searching for the jar in which you were supposed to store the cookies in.

"Hold on, where's the jar" you thought while going through the lower cupboards. After a little bit of searching you found it in the upper shelves. "This must be his doings" you thought as you sighed outta annoyance but then you saw two hands on either side trapping you to the kitchen counter. You turned around, the jar still in your hands and looked at Hansol. Your eyes meet his.

"I've put the blueberry batter in a different baking tray and put it in the oven, darling. The choco chip cookies were delicious" he said and smiled softly. You couldn't help but feel the blood rushing to your cheeks because of the pet name he just called you.

"Okay then what about my kisses?" you mumbled with a pout, your eyes looking down at the jar, breaking eye contact. It was silly how you wanted some kisses in the middle of all this mess in the kitchen but at the same time it still made sense why. He cradles your face with his hands, making you look at him. He can now take a good look at your blushy face. He slowly leaned in and placed his soft lips on your lips. A soft and warm kiss with a slight lingering essence of cookies on his lips. After breaking off from the kiss he pressed soft kisses on your forehead. It made your heart swell with a mushy feeling. He did take another look at your flushed face before removing his hands from your cheeks.

"Vernon quit staring like that" you whined and continued "and move aside babe, gonna store the cookies in this jar" you walked past him.

He followed you for a few steps and then said "by the way love it would be great if I can get another-" before he could finish the sentence you cut in stating "noo you're not getting any more cookies Vernon" you chuckled knowing the fact that you will end up giving him one more cookie while storing the cookies in jar.

A/n: yes I love baking so I was like why not write about this, baking with Vernon so yeah. I did proofread once lemme know if there's any mistake though.

what’s happening in congo? x

what’s happening in armenia? x

what’s happening in sudan? x

what’s happening in palestine? x

gofundme links to help people in palestine

masterlist on palestine (full credit to creator)

brands that support israel!

what’s happening in guatemala? x

how hawaii was illegally annexed by the US.

some articles on tigray x

ace & aro - ace awareness week.

18+ / mdi

content: pussydrunk!mingyu, softdom!mingyu (but also subby!gyu idk), afab reader, smut, oral, dry humping, mentions of penetrative sex, mentions of cum eating, etc.

wc: 796

a/n: the long awaited return of pussydrunk!mingyu<3

masterlist

"just one more, baby, fuck. please. one more,"

"c'mon, pretty. just let me- let me make you feel good."

"such a pretty pussy, fuck ... need it again ..."

"give me this pretty pussy, baby, please ... need your cunt so fucking bad ..."

i was thinking for the 95 line what tropes you think they’re most likely to have with a so (like friends to lovers, etc)? also, do you think these men would coddle their partner, cause i wanna know if anyone thinks the same thing i do…

♡ OKAY PAN I LOVE YOU FOR ASKING THIS 🩶

Pairings: 95 line [ Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Joshua] x gn reader

Warnings? None but slightly suggestive at the end if you squint 👁👁

Word count: 385 [ master list ]

Tropes which I think would suit the 95 line with their s/o [these lowkey feel like small scenarios]

☕ Seungcheol: Coworkers to friends to lovers.

Y'all are coworkers. Everything's all professional until one night while working overtime he comes to check up on you and to have a little chit chat. You both find common grounds of interests and automatically click together. Then comes those long conversations, Seungcheol's acts of service, going out but with your friends also accompaning y'all, the warm hugs when work makes y'all overwhelmed. It was inevitable to not fall for him. The epitome of they fell first but he fell harder.

☕ Jeonghan: Enemies/idiots to lovers.

He's that male lead who's popular and annoys the fuck outta the reader and reader also calls him out for his deeds sometimes. The tension, the frustration, the competitiveness is so real even though they admire each other from afar, doing the best in their field of studies. And eventually confessing which is messy but that's how it's supposed to be. And you both end up being inseparable and so in love.

☕ Joshua: Highschool friends/soulmates to lovers.

The epitome of everyone's highschool crush. Such a gentlemen but one hell of a silent prankster. Literally. But you are the one who's close to him. Does all chaotic ass things with him. Slowly the acts of service with different meanings, the subtle flirting, admiration, being familiar with each other's interests which makes y'all feel butterflies. Getting into the same university by chance. Falling for him more and he falls harder. He's made for slow burn romance with mutual pining.

Would the 95 line coddle their partner?

Oh hell yess they would.👀

I can see Seungcheol pampering his partner like so much. Acts of service is his speciality. He's basically the boyfriend, husband, sugar daddy all three in one. Literally.

Jeonghan would be so possessive and I'm not even kidding. Also he loves to pamper you. It's very rare to see him jealous but when he is, he becomes extra possessive. And mean in the bedroom.

Joshua is the type to be overprotective and he loves giving you flowers and gifts which are not so "innocent" 🚶🏻‍♀️. Also it is rare to see him jealous too but when he is , his not so innocent gifts become even more useful.

[ 💿 ] . . . TAPE 4

나의 움직임 너의 의미 가득 담아 / 우리 둘만 / 존재할 수 있는 그 시간을 열고 / 그럴 수 있다면 그래 / 그럴 수만 있다면 / 나를 그려낼게 / 13월의 춤

☁️ "lilili yabbay" by seventeen

to be loved by wen junhui means to be cared for silently. jun isn't one to like loud and bold gestures, whether it's because of his rather shy nature or because he simply wants to share his love mainly with people who are dear to him - he takes care of you through silent acts of service. for some they may be unnoticeable, but you pay attention every single thing he does for you, and it never fails to amaze you how well he knows you. nothing beats the feeling of waking up in the morning and having lunch ready for work or the feeling of your heart melting whenever you notice him carrying and extra hoodie in case you get cold.

being loved by wen junhui means being loved as if you were his first love. as mentioned earlier, jun is rather shy when it comes to showing affection and grand romantic gestures and this makes every touch, every look innocent and shy, but at the same time full of love that he didn't even realize he could feel. every time you hold his hand he feels like he’s back in middle school when he went out on a date for the first time. all this makes your relationship even more special - you experience everything together from the very beginning.

being loved by wen junhui means to be loved by him with all his heart and soul. love as a concept is a complicated thing for jun, if someone ever asked him how he would explain this concept - he wouldn't be able to. when he thinks about love, the only thing he thinks about is you. you may not have been his past, but you are certainly his present and future, and even if he had to spend his whole life searching for the answer to what love is, he knew that he wanted to find it out with you being by his side.

being loved by wen junhui feels like a bright smile, like shy glances stolen across the room, like linked pinkies with your hands swaying forth and back, like the birds chirping when it’s way too early for you to get up, like the love that you thought only existed in movies.

“every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.” - jane eyre by charlotte brontë

♡ pairing: xu minghao x gn!reader ♡ theme: best friends to lovers, college au, fluff ♡ wc: 3.1k ♡ warnings: none

“why did i sign up for this stupid class?”

you mumbled it under your breath, but your best friend still heard it from across the room. he looks up from the book he’s reading, a concerned frown on his face.

“what’s wrong with the class?” he closes his book, his eyes resting on yours.

“the class is fine it’s just… i’m just bad at it.”

“i highly doubt that.” he gets up, joining you at your kitchen table currently cluttered with textbooks, homework, and various drawing materials. he reaches for your sketchpad. “let me see.”

“nuh-uh,” you say, closing the book. he grabs it from you anyway.

“minghao! come on,” you shout at him. he ignores you, flipping through the pages.

“most of those are shitty reject drawings that i started and gave up on, nobody needs to see those.”

he continues perusing through the book quickly, but pauses at a particular page. you take the chance and reach for the sketchpad again, grabbing hold of it.

“wait! i like this one.”