“Stop Rejecting Everything Chivalrous.”

Fairy tale woodland in west Dorset (@thewildwoodmoth IG)

“You do know you’re not actually a grandpa, right, Min?”

Yoongi x Reader (or oc)

Genre: fluff

Word count: 2.4K 

a/n: This scenario is inspired by Hozier’s “Jackie and Wilson” so if you know the song and the lyrics, you’ll probably pick up on bits of it throughout this. It’s basically just Yoongi and his partner being soft while listening to the actual Jackie Wilson. I hope you all enjoy!  As always, thanks for reading :)) 

TURNING over in bed, your eyes still stubbornly shut, you felt around for your boyfriend to cuddle into him. Your hand finding nothing but mattress and sheets, you groaned. Slowly opening your eyes, allowing them to adjust to the brightness of the room, you scanned the empty spot next to you.

Reluctantly sitting up, you scooted to the edge of the bed, wrapping the duvet around your shoulders, holding it together at the center of your chest. Taking a moment to gather yourself, you sat on the bed, your mind in a haze, Yoongi at the center of it. 

Standing up, you dragged your feet across the bedroom floor, making a quick stop at the bathroom to brush your teeth. As your mind woke up, you began to wonder where Yoongi was. He couldn’t seriously be in the studio already, could he? Growing more curious of your boyfriend’s whereabouts, you shuffled down the hallway, toothbrush still at work, stopping in front of Yoongi’s in-home studio, expecting to find him there. 

Peeking through the door, you found the room empty, the computer monitor’s screen black, no sign of activity since the previous evening. Pulling your eyebrows together, your confusion growing, you walked a little faster down the hallway, scanning the living room quickly, then the kitchen. Still no Yoongi, however, the coffee pot was on, nearly full minus one cup. 

Spitting the toothpaste out in the kitchen sink, you tilted your head towards the ceiling, inhaling deeply, calling out, “Yoongi,” on the exhale, dragging out the final vowel in his name. Freezing as you silently waited for a response, you pouted when you received none. 

As you swished water around your mouth, a knock on the glass panel of the sliding glass door on the opposite side of the kitchen resounded throughout the room, your head quickly snapping towards the sound. 

Your eyes landed on Yoongi sitting in a patio chair, wearing an amused gummy grin with his hand held up waving cutely at you, the other hand wrapped around a coffee mug. Cocking your head at him, you took a moment to comprehend the fact that your boyfriend, Min Yoongi, was outside on the deck at 8 am. 

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You can change what you value about yourself. Your values and your perception of your best qualities can and will shift with your experiences.

You don't have to be defined by what you liked about yourself before. What do you like about yourself now? What do you want to be your most prominent characteristic now?

softies

Casa Pasiva, Monte de El Pardo, Madrid, Spain,

SlowStudio

“Some people are good at loving, others are good at being loved. Two very different things. And some people, perhaps the luckiest of all, are good at being loved and giving that same love in return.”

“You’re hot when you tell me I’m right.”

namjoon x reader (oc) genre: fluff; suggestive (bc why not xo) word count: 2.1K

a/n: Hi lovelies! I had this image in my head of Joon reading and Daisy coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around him and him turning toward her to kiss her soooo this is a fic written purely so I could get that scene out into the world lol. Not much plot, just these lovebirds existing together at home. With Monie! That’s all, I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :)) 

You were still drowsy as you wandered down the hall, Monie following closely along and just as sleepy. Yawning and rubbing sleep out of your eyes, you nearly turned into the kitchen until the sound of a page turning caught your attention. Namjoon’s dark hair was visible over the back of the sofa as he read a book, and the sight of him had your heart melting in content, happy to see him simply existing. No one deserved to just be more than him.

Kneeling down to the dog standing at your feet, you pointed in Namjoon’s direction. “Go get daddy,” you whispered to Monie, your eyes widening in hopes of transferring some excitement from yourself to the dog. “Go get him, go see dad.”

After a few seconds, the dog trotted across the floor until he sat in front of where Namjoon sat on the couch, and in another second, Monie was jumping onto your boyfriend’s lap. As the man greeted the dog cheerfully, you smiled fondly, admiring the man for his gentleness. He placed the book on the arm of the sofa, holding his place with a single finger between the pages as he dedicated his attention to Monie, scratching the dog’s face and neck.

Leaning against the wall and watching from afar, you listened as Namjoon talked to the pup. “Did you have a good nap? Yeah? You did?” He asked, his voice raised in pitch. “Is mom awake too or did you leave her?” Smiling, you stepped into the kitchen to retrieve two bottles of water, one for you and one for Namjoon. A few more moments passed before his voice called out to you. “Babe?”

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man :| i feel like punching myself

“No, it’s fine.  I can wait until you’re done talking to them.” with Yuta please🤎

When Yuta comes over, you’re talking on the phone to your parents. It’s been a while since you’ve been able to see them face-to-face, so it’s nice to at least be able to catch up like this. Yuta sneaks through the front door, takes off his shoes, lays his coat over the arm of the sofa, and he sits down at the other end of the sofa from you, just looking at you and smiling and you can tell that there’s something on his mind that he really wants to say. He’s pretty much bouncing in his seat.

You pull the phone away from your mouth but keep it at your ear as your mother goes on jabbering about something. “What?” You ask Yuta.

He shakes his head, holds his finger to his lips and points at the phone.

“She’ll talk for forever if I let her,” you whisper to him. “What is it?”

But Yuta knows that you’ve been missing your parents, that you don’t always get the chance to have long conversations catching up with them. He shakes his head again more vehemently. “No, it’s fine. I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”

So you bring the phone back toward your mouth, resuming conversation with them.

When you said your mother could go on talking for forever, you meant it. She keeps talking, your father occasionally interjecting to ask you random questions or throw out points to enhance your mother’s stories. After a while you’ve honestly kind of forgotten that Yuta’s sitting there with you, but then he scoots closer and you can’t help but sink toward him, his gravity pulling you in. And then he reaches for your free hand. He starts playing with your fingers, then after a while he moves up to playing with your hair, touching your neck and cheek. Then he’s back to playing with your hand.

You’re so distracted now that you stumble over your words while speaking to your parents. You’ve been on the phone with them for hours, said everything you think you could possibly say, and now with Yuta here touching you all over, you think it’s time to say goodbye, so you quickly do.

Your mother ends the call and as your screen goes dark again, you toss your phone down into your lap and turn your attention to your boyfriend.

“What were you so excited about when you got in?”

Yuta shakes his head, still smiling. “Nothing. I could just tell that you were talking to your parents. You were smiling and laughing in that free way you do when it’s them. It just made me really happy. And I wanted to tell you I love you.”

That’s nothing new. Yuta tells you he loves you every day, all the time. He says it first thing when he wakes up and before he falls asleep. He tells you while he’s eating lunch, when he sees something or hears something that reminds him of you. He tells you when you’re falling asleep on his shoulder, when you’re just fixing your hair on a breezy day. He says it all the time, but something about the way Yuta says it in that moment feels different and greater.

“I love you too, Yuta.”

thank you to everyone who sent these in! prompts/requests are now closed, but I’ll be working on the ones I got before this! to see more drabbles you can click here

Kiss Kiss / LDH

words suggested by; anon (mwah)

words; Haechan. Hugs. White. True love. Forehead/eyelid kisses.

(if confused, see post rebloged about me waiting to write blurbs with words suggested. suggestions are still open!)

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You hated the cold; everything about it was just so gloomy and well— cold. The window curtains weren't pulled back enough to see the blizzard raging outside, the curtains weren't pulled back to see the obscenely bright snow that fluttered across the sky. Yet, despite the cold weather outside, you were warm. So comfortably warm. His arms wrapped around your stomach, your own hands intertwined with Hyuck's as his soft snores filled your ears.

Snow days were probably the best and the worst winter phenomena that occur once every full moon; you loved it because a, you didn't have to go to work, and b, you would be stuck with your favorite person on earth. There wasn't a con unless staying inside all warm and cozy was one, you didn't have a chance to complain.

Carefully turning around because forbid you woke him up, your eyes lingered on Donghyuck's face. How peaceful and beautiful he looked, the way his chest fell into a steady rhythm, his soft features were angelic and delicate as he slept.

Unconsciously, you brought your hand to his face, lightly caressing his cheek. He was so perfect, not meant for this world. Your heart swelled, and the mere thought of him in your life sprang tears to your eyes and sent a wave of happiness coursing through your body.

He's yours. The love of your life is yours.

You gave him a small but lingering kiss on his forehead before pulling back the covers to get ready for the day. However, his arms around your waist didn't move, and the smile that tugged his lips didn't go unnoticed.

"Have you been awake all this time?"

Hyuck's eyes cracked open, "just long enough to know that you kissed me."

"Really?"

"Mh-hm," he let out a yawn, a small smile crossing his face. "Can I show you where you kissed me?"

"I don't know," you hummed, "can you?"

He didn't respond and only brought his face towards yours, peppering your face your kisses on your nose, your cheeks, your eyelids, your lips— just all over your face.

Soft giggles echoed through the room, ones that only got louder and louder as time went on. The cold winter storm outside was nothing compared to the warmth and love that you felt inside the comforts of your boyfriend's arms.

jaemin in a tank top 😳