#dancetheficaway

Of course! If you’re looking for some good AUs @aduckinahat, @twixxtor, @princesskdh, @oncewingly (they’re still starting up), and @babygirljeong have some pretty good ones. @imjihyos has great stuff in general and @dragonaceflamez has a whole bunch of stuff that you can look through. Also, @dancetheficaway are good. I hope you enjoy my suggestions (since these are pretty much all the people I follow) and welcome!

just a few thoughts, mostly soft ones - also im so sorry this took so long ty 4 ur patience 💗

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sana comes home most days to mina snapping at her computer screen, her quiet voice is uncharacteristically loud, echoing off the walls, yelling frustratedly at her teammates. sana drops a kiss to the top of her head and mina’s automatically leaning into the touch. sana rubs at mina’s shoulders, the tension leaving it almost immediately and the grateful smile she shoots her way makes sana’s heart flip.

sometimes sana nudges her head in mina’s lap while she’s watching some youtube videos of tactics and strategies to use in her next gaming session; mina’s hand already carding through her hair, pulling it from the severe bun, lightly running graceful fingertips on her scalp, massaging at her temples. sana lets out a deep sigh. she melts deeper into the sofa.  

“did you have a good day?” mina will ask her, softly, quietly just for her ears.

“yeah, it was busy. missed you though,” sana will reply, smiling fondly at the look of pure concentration on her girlfriend’s face. it’s subtle, but sana catches the way mina’s cheeks pink, her lips lift slightly at the corners of her mouth into a shy grin, eyes sparkling.

“i missed you too,” mina tells her, even more quietly, in a voice just for sana, she can feel the honey sweetness of it reach into her heart and plant itself permanently there. then she’s smacking a kiss on the crown of sana’s head. they could stay like this for hours, only getting up for food breaks. sana enjoying the unconscious affection mina showers her with, eyes preoccupied by the tv screen. the little touches on sana’s shoulders, and the nape of her neck. occasional kisses on sana’s palms. fingers trailing down her arm, finally settling themselves in sana’s hands.

other times sana will climb into mina’s lap while she’s on the playstation. mina is wearing the most ridiculous pair of headphones that sana thinks makes her look like a pilot. she calls her captain mina and mina shakes her head exasperatedly, a light blush creeping up her neck at sana’s suggestive wink. sana’s sitting with her arms around mina in a hug, face pressed into her neck. the powdery, floral scent of mina settling sana’s nerves. mina’s rubbing her back under her shirt, low soothing circles on warm skin, fingers trailing firmly down sana’s spine, the other hand pressed at the small of her back, pulling her closer; the controller long forgotten on the coffee table.

theyre at a convention and sana has to hold onto mina’s hand to keep her from disappearing into the crowds. theyre constantly surrounded by fans and other gamers and possible sponsors. mina’s eyes shine with surprise when people come up to her to talk. gush about being fans and liking her channels. sana gets to see it in person this time and feels overwhelming pride at the culmination of all of mina’s hard work finally paying off in the best way. all those long hours she put into her job, the practice sessions, studying, overcoming insecurity and keeping her head afloat despite all the unwarranted hate. sana squeezes mina’s hands in hers and is rewarded with a trademark, gummy smile.

sana’s working on a new proposal, hammering out the finer details of a complicated but expensive contract. she pushes her laptop away with a sigh, in lieu of staring at her girlfriend shooting people over the internet. the proposal could wait, sana thinks, nudging her head under a pointy elbow and finding her place in mina’s lap, snuggling into her warm thigh. mina’s hands brushing sana’s hair away from her face in light practised movements, knowing the contours of her head and ears and cheeks innately. sana finds herself helplessly staring up at a perfectly chiselled jawline, memorising the exact spots where her moles dot her features.

Requested: Kinda (For the “7 Days of Dating Jihyo” collab)

Prompt: Jeongyeon and Jihyo go out for dumplings, bubble tea, and to see the stars.

a/u: This is my contribution to the “7 Days of Dating Jihyo” please enjoy and thank you!

Schedule: Tuesday- @ggwritingloser

Thursday- @dancetheficaway

Pairing: JeongHyo

Category: Fluff (cause y’all need God Jihyo)

Word Count: 755

Wednesday, was Jeongyeon’s day. So that meant: dumplings, bubble tea, and the stars.

The body next to hers was warm and so were the arms that were wrapped around her. Jihyo’s eyes fluttered open as she was greeted with Jeongyeon staring back at her; a smile playing on the older girl’s lips, “Good morning, Hyo.” The younger smiled as she nuzzled into Jeong’s neck, kissing her jaw as she cuddled closer.

“You’re warm.” Jeongyeon sighed as she buried her face in Jihyo’s hair, inhaling the younger’s shampoo. If anything, this was Heaven.

“You smell nice.” Jihyo laughed as she sat up slightly, finally looking Jeongyeon in the eye.

“When did we become so sappy?” Jeongyeon shrugged as she mused the younger girl’s hair, laughing as she got up.

“You’re just getting old.” Jihyo gasped in offense as she threw a pillow at Jeongyeon, the older dodging it effortlessly, “I’m kidding. We both are,” Jihyo scowled at her Unnie, making Jeong hold up her arms in defense, “But we should get ready. It is Wednesday after all.”

Jihyo groaned in mock annoyance, “Don’t remind me.” It was Jeongyeon’s turn to scoff in offense as the younger laughed, “See, Jeongyeon-ah. Two can play at that game.”

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As the sun dipped behind the buildings the stars began to shine, and Jeongyeon’s smile all but brightened as she held on tightly to Jihyo’s hand. The younger allowing herself to be pulled through the crowded night market as they made their way to a tent in the heart of the hustle and bustle of the market.

The elderly woman behind the stall looked up immediately at Jeongyeon’s voice, “Halmeoni!”

The woman smiled as she was greeted with her two long time customers, “Jeongyeon-ah. Jihyo-ah. What a surprise! Hal-abeoji and I missed you two so much!” The two girls smiled as Jeongyeon’s grip loosened.

“I know. It’s been awhile, but we missed your dumplings and tea, Halmeoni. No one makes them better than the masters.” The woman smiled at Jeongyeon’s words, finally looking over to Jihyo.

“Keep an eye on her for me, Jihyo-ssi. She can sweet talk any girl out of her panties at this rate.” At her words a dark blush set in on Jihyo’s cheeks as she nodded, subconsciously moving to lean on Jeong. The older woman laughed at the youngest’s expense, “I’m just teasing. But you two didn’t come here to just talk shop, you came here for the dumplings and tea.” Jeong rubbed the back of her neck as she nodded.

“Always on our case, huh, Halmeoni. Even when we were kids we could never get anything past you.” The woman just shrugged.

“Old woman’s intuition.” She smiled as she handed the girls their food, wishing them well as they made their way to the river.

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The night was cold, but Jeongyeon’s hands were warm as they watched people and the stars. They missed the times when this was all they knew: fame, a thing of the future and being together was the present. “This never gets old, does it?” Jeong sighed as she looked to Jihyo, a dumpling held up to her mouth.

“No, but we have. I remember the first time we did this.” The elder laughed at the memory, “I was a scared trainee who grew up in JYP and you were just so carefree. Not caring whether you got caught or not, you just wanted to show me how to have fun.”

Jeongyeon laughed, “Yeah, because you were always so uptight,” she took a drink before continuing, “I just can’t believe we’re still able to do it now, I really did miss this.” Jihyo nodded as she rested her head on Jeongyeon’s shoulder.

“Just you and me, dumplings, bubble tea, and the stars.” The elder smiled as she placed her head atop Jihyo’s.

“Yeah, and all it took was for you to trust me.” The younger sighed as she lifted her head to face the older.

“And I’m glad I did.” Jihyo smiled as she pulled Jeongyeon in for a kiss, their lips perfectly melded together as their breath hung between them.

“I love you, Hyo.”

Jihyo smiled as she kissed Jeong again.

Hey, everyone! So I mentioned this in a side note, but there will be a collaboration with myself and other Twice writers here on Tumblr; about Jihyo x A member or members throughout the week, and we start tomorrow! So please look forward to this, and I think one of the first collaboration of Twice writer’s!

Schedule:

Monday: @nsfwzy- Jihyo x Chaeyoung

Tuesday: @ggwritingloser- Jihyo x Sana x Momo

Wednesday: @twiceinadream- Jihyo x Jeongyeon

Thursday: @dancetheficaway- Jihyo x Tzuyu

Friday: @trrktwice- Jihyo x Mina

Saturday: @jihyosforehead- Jihyo x Nayeon

Sunday: @arcane-author- Jihyo x Dahyun

nayeon comes home to an empty dorm, and the silence is deafening. exhaustion weighs heavily on her shoulders, bleeding right into her bones.

she dumps her bag on the countertop, and shucks off her heavy coat while staggering down the hallway. a few more minutes apart seems almost like eternity. she ignores guilt gnawing at her throat. just a little longer, she tells herself, as if soothing a young child.

her jewellery is tossed into a shallow basin near the sink and makeup comes off with a few practised swipes. hair tossed in a bun. face washed. teeth cleaned.

a strangled desperation screaming almost there as she gingerly pushes the door open.

nayeon climbs into her bed, tossing her jeans blindly onto the floor. she yawns deeply. her eyes finally land on the girl in her bed. and her breath catches in her throat. a snatch of moonlight is peeking through closed blinds, illuminating dahyun’s features; white blonde hair catching the soft glow and weaving it into a halo framing her head. enough for nayeon to wonder (not for the first time) if dahyun’s an angel. she shakes herself out of her dazed stupour. and pulls the sleeping girl into her arms, dropping featherlight kisses on top of dahyun’s head. the smell of her own shampoo floods her senses and affection blooms like a sunrise in her chest. still sleeping, dahyun’s eyes turn up into crescents, lips quirking in an involuntary smile when nayeon brushes a hand across her cheek.

dahyun is warm with sleep and soft and pliant under nayeon’s gentle ministrations of arranging the covers and righting her pyjama top. there’s a quietly delighted murmur of “you’re home!” and then “missed you,” and night-time has stripped away dahyun’s usual filter because then there’s only a beat before she adds “i love you,” and has pressed her nose into the dip in nayeon’s neck before promptly falling asleep. soft snores filling the dark. happiness spreads a warm glow from the strands on her head to the tips of her toes. nayeon closes her eyes and goes boneless with something like relief. and sheer absolute bliss. the stress from her day has faded almost immediately in the span of thirty seconds. god. could she be more in love?

Hey, thanks for the submission. I really enjoyed the fluff aspect of this, and I genuinely enjoyed writing it. Anyways, it’s up!