the first thing james noticed when he let himself into your apartment wasn’t you — it was the pile of unfolded laundry balancing on the arm of the couch, the half finished mug of tea on the coffee table, and three different notebooks spread across the floor with sticky notes poking out from every page.
then he found you at the dining table, shoulders drawn up, pencil tucked behind your ear as you stared at your laptop with the same expression someone might reserve for an impossible puzzle.
“you’ve been here all day, haven’t you?” he asked, setting the grocery bag on the counter. you answered with a distracted hum, not even bothering to glance up, which told him everything he needed to know.
he walked over and rested a hand against the back of your chair. “when did you eat?” you waved him off with a lazy motion, muttering something about being busy. james smiled to himself, already recognizing the stubbornness settling in. “that’s not an answer, baby.”
you sighed dramatically before insisting you were fine and that you’d grab something later. “later,” he repeated. “your favorite word.” you tried to hide your grin, but it slipped through anyway. “i’m serious.” “so am i,” you replied, tapping your keyboard again.
without another word, he disappeared into the kitchen. you assumed he’d given up until the unmistakable sound of cupboards opening and pans clinking reached you. five minutes later, the smell of garlic and butter drifted through the apartment, pulling your attention away from the screen despite your best efforts.
james leaned against the doorway, arms folded. “come eat.” you shook your head immediately. “i just need another twenty minutes.” he checked the clock. “you said that forty minutes ago.”
“i’m almost done,” you insisted. “you always are.” he wasn’t teasing; if anything, his voice carried the patience of someone who’d had this exact conversation dozens of times. “you’ll think better after you eat.” you clicked your tongue, refusing to move.
“james.”
“what?”
“stop treating me like i’m helpless.”
that should’ve ended the conversation, but pride had a funny way of making simple things difficult. you crossed your arms and looked back at your screen, pretending to reread the same sentence for the fifth time. james didn’t argue. he simply walked over, slid the chair beside yours out, and sat down.
the silence stretched comfortably between you until you finally sighed. “you’re not leaving, are you?” he smiled without looking up from the notebook he’d picked up. “probably not.”
you tried to outlast him. ten minutes passed. then fifteen. every few minutes he’d glance over, watching you rub your eyes or erase the same line repeatedly. eventually he reached across the table and nudged your pencil away. “you’re making the same mistake because you’re tired.” you frowned. “no, i’m not.” he quietly turned the notebook toward himself, circled the spot you’d missed, and slid it back.
you blinked at it for a moment before letting out the smallest, most reluctant laugh. “…’kay. maybe a little.”
“there she is,” he said, standing up again. “come on.”
this time, instead of arguing, you simply groaned dramatically as you followed him into the kitchen. the food was already plated, and he’d somehow remembered exactly how you liked it without asking. he passed you a fork before taking the seat across from you. “see?” he said. “the world didn’t end because you stepped away for fifteen minutes.”
you rolled your eyes. “you’re so annoying.” “i’ve been called worse.”
halfway through dinner, you caught him reaching for your empty mug. “i’ll wash that,” you said automatically. james was already at the sink.
“sit.”
“james—”
“sit.”
there wasn’t an ounce of sharpness in his voice, only the kind of calm certainty that made arguing feel pointless. you watched him rinse the dishes while talking about something funny that had happened at work earlier that week, purposely steering the conversation away from deadlines and assignments until you were laughing hard enough to forget what had been stressing you out in the first place.
when everything was cleaned up, you wandered back toward your desk only to find your notebooks stacked neatly, your charger untangled, and your scattered pens gathered into a mug. james noticed your expression immediately. “before you complain,” he said, “i didn’t touch the order of your notes. i know better than that.” you looked over the desk, realizing he’d somehow organized the mess without actually moving anything important.
“you’re impossible,” you murmured. “experienced,” he corrected with a grin.
the work that had felt impossible earlier suddenly came together much faster than expected. james stayed beside you, not hovering, just existing in the same room with a book in his lap and one leg stretched out toward your chair.
every so often he’d glance up to ask if you wanted more water or if your neck was hurting from sitting too long. the questions were small, almost forgettable, but they made the evening feel lighter. there was something comforting about knowing someone cared enough to notice the things you forgot to notice yourself.
by the time you finished, the apartment had gone dark except for the warm lamp beside the couch. you leaned back with a satisfied sigh before turning toward james. “i guess… thanks.” he raised an eyebrow. “guess?” you laughed and walked over, slipping your arms around his waist.
“thank you.” he rested his chin lightly against the top of your head, holding you for a long moment without saying anything.
then, almost absentmindedly, he brushed a few strands of hair away from your face. “you don’t have to do everything alone,” he murmured. “i know you’re capable. that was never the point.”
you looked up at him, feeling slightly embarrassed that he’d been right from the beginning. “i just don’t like asking for help.” james nodded as though he’d known that long before you admitted it. “then don’t ask.” you blinked. “i’ll notice.”
his smile was small, warm, and impossibly reassuring. “you don’t have to earn being looked after.” before you could think of anything clever to say back, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and reached for your hand.
“now,” he said, intertwining your fingers with his, “how about we spend the rest of the night doing absolutely nothing?”
pensieri the layout is ass i’m sorry 😢 i made it in a rush because i haven’t posted in so long :P
the first thing james noticed when he let himself into your apartment wasn’t you — it was the pile of unfolded laundry balancing on the arm of the couch, the half finished mug of tea on the coffee table, and three different notebooks spread across the floor with sticky notes poking out from every page.
then he found you at the dining table, shoulders drawn up, pencil tucked behind your ear as you stared at your laptop with the same expression someone might reserve for an impossible puzzle.
“you’ve been here all day, haven’t you?” he asked, setting the grocery bag on the counter. you answered with a distracted hum, not even bothering to glance up, which told him everything he needed to know.
he walked over and rested a hand against the back of your chair. “when did you eat?” you waved him off with a lazy motion, muttering something about being busy. james smiled to himself, already recognizing the stubbornness settling in. “that’s not an answer, baby.”
you sighed dramatically before insisting you were fine and that you’d grab something later. “later,” he repeated. “your favorite word.” you tried to hide your grin, but it slipped through anyway. “i’m serious.” “so am i,” you replied, tapping your keyboard again.
without another word, he disappeared into the kitchen. you assumed he’d given up until the unmistakable sound of cupboards opening and pans clinking reached you. five minutes later, the smell of garlic and butter drifted through the apartment, pulling your attention away from the screen despite your best efforts.
james leaned against the doorway, arms folded. “come eat.” you shook your head immediately. “i just need another twenty minutes.” he checked the clock. “you said that forty minutes ago.”
“i’m almost done,” you insisted. “you always are.” he wasn’t teasing; if anything, his voice carried the patience of someone who’d had this exact conversation dozens of times. “you’ll think better after you eat.” you clicked your tongue, refusing to move.
“james.”
“what?”
“stop treating me like i’m helpless.”
that should’ve ended the conversation, but pride had a funny way of making simple things difficult. you crossed your arms and looked back at your screen, pretending to reread the same sentence for the fifth time. james didn’t argue. he simply walked over, slid the chair beside yours out, and sat down.
the silence stretched comfortably between you until you finally sighed. “you’re not leaving, are you?” he smiled without looking up from the notebook he’d picked up. “probably not.”
you tried to outlast him. ten minutes passed. then fifteen. every few minutes he’d glance over, watching you rub your eyes or erase the same line repeatedly. eventually he reached across the table and nudged your pencil away. “you’re making the same mistake because you’re tired.” you frowned. “no, i’m not.” he quietly turned the notebook toward himself, circled the spot you’d missed, and slid it back.
you blinked at it for a moment before letting out the smallest, most reluctant laugh. “…’kay. maybe a little.”
“there she is,” he said, standing up again. “come on.”
this time, instead of arguing, you simply groaned dramatically as you followed him into the kitchen. the food was already plated, and he’d somehow remembered exactly how you liked it without asking. he passed you a fork before taking the seat across from you. “see?” he said. “the world didn’t end because you stepped away for fifteen minutes.”
you rolled your eyes. “you’re so annoying.” “i’ve been called worse.”
halfway through dinner, you caught him reaching for your empty mug. “i’ll wash that,” you said automatically. james was already at the sink.
“sit.”
“james—”
“sit.”
there wasn’t an ounce of sharpness in his voice, only the kind of calm certainty that made arguing feel pointless. you watched him rinse the dishes while talking about something funny that had happened at work earlier that week, purposely steering the conversation away from deadlines and assignments until you were laughing hard enough to forget what had been stressing you out in the first place.
when everything was cleaned up, you wandered back toward your desk only to find your notebooks stacked neatly, your charger untangled, and your scattered pens gathered into a mug. james noticed your expression immediately. “before you complain,” he said, “i didn’t touch the order of your notes. i know better than that.” you looked over the desk, realizing he’d somehow organized the mess without actually moving anything important.
“you’re impossible,” you murmured. “experienced,” he corrected with a grin.
the work that had felt impossible earlier suddenly came together much faster than expected. james stayed beside you, not hovering, just existing in the same room with a book in his lap and one leg stretched out toward your chair.
every so often he’d glance up to ask if you wanted more water or if your neck was hurting from sitting too long. the questions were small, almost forgettable, but they made the evening feel lighter. there was something comforting about knowing someone cared enough to notice the things you forgot to notice yourself.
by the time you finished, the apartment had gone dark except for the warm lamp beside the couch. you leaned back with a satisfied sigh before turning toward james. “i guess… thanks.” he raised an eyebrow. “guess?” you laughed and walked over, slipping your arms around his waist.
“thank you.” he rested his chin lightly against the top of your head, holding you for a long moment without saying anything.
then, almost absentmindedly, he brushed a few strands of hair away from your face. “you don’t have to do everything alone,” he murmured. “i know you’re capable. that was never the point.”
you looked up at him, feeling slightly embarrassed that he’d been right from the beginning. “i just don’t like asking for help.” james nodded as though he’d known that long before you admitted it. “then don’t ask.” you blinked. “i’ll notice.”
his smile was small, warm, and impossibly reassuring. “you don’t have to earn being looked after.” before you could think of anything clever to say back, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and reached for your hand.
“now,” he said, intertwining your fingers with his, “how about we spend the rest of the night doing absolutely nothing?”
pensieri the layout is ass i’m sorry 😢 i made it in a rush because i haven’t posted in so long :P
the first thing james noticed when he let himself into your apartment wasn’t you — it was the pile of unfolded laundry balancing on the arm of the couch, the half finished mug of tea on the coffee table, and three different notebooks spread across the floor with sticky notes poking out from every page.
then he found you at the dining table, shoulders drawn up, pencil tucked behind your ear as you stared at your laptop with the same expression someone might reserve for an impossible puzzle.
“you’ve been here all day, haven’t you?” he asked, setting the grocery bag on the counter. you answered with a distracted hum, not even bothering to glance up, which told him everything he needed to know.
he walked over and rested a hand against the back of your chair. “when did you eat?” you waved him off with a lazy motion, muttering something about being busy. james smiled to himself, already recognizing the stubbornness settling in. “that’s not an answer, baby.”
you sighed dramatically before insisting you were fine and that you’d grab something later. “later,” he repeated. “your favorite word.” you tried to hide your grin, but it slipped through anyway. “i’m serious.” “so am i,” you replied, tapping your keyboard again.
without another word, he disappeared into the kitchen. you assumed he’d given up until the unmistakable sound of cupboards opening and pans clinking reached you. five minutes later, the smell of garlic and butter drifted through the apartment, pulling your attention away from the screen despite your best efforts.
james leaned against the doorway, arms folded. “come eat.” you shook your head immediately. “i just need another twenty minutes.” he checked the clock. “you said that forty minutes ago.”
“i’m almost done,” you insisted. “you always are.” he wasn’t teasing; if anything, his voice carried the patience of someone who’d had this exact conversation dozens of times. “you’ll think better after you eat.” you clicked your tongue, refusing to move.
“james.”
“what?”
“stop treating me like i’m helpless.”
that should’ve ended the conversation, but pride had a funny way of making simple things difficult. you crossed your arms and looked back at your screen, pretending to reread the same sentence for the fifth time. james didn’t argue. he simply walked over, slid the chair beside yours out, and sat down.
the silence stretched comfortably between you until you finally sighed. “you’re not leaving, are you?” he smiled without looking up from the notebook he’d picked up. “probably not.”
you tried to outlast him. ten minutes passed. then fifteen. every few minutes he’d glance over, watching you rub your eyes or erase the same line repeatedly. eventually he reached across the table and nudged your pencil away. “you’re making the same mistake because you’re tired.” you frowned. “no, i’m not.” he quietly turned the notebook toward himself, circled the spot you’d missed, and slid it back.
you blinked at it for a moment before letting out the smallest, most reluctant laugh. “…’kay. maybe a little.”
“there she is,” he said, standing up again. “come on.”
this time, instead of arguing, you simply groaned dramatically as you followed him into the kitchen. the food was already plated, and he’d somehow remembered exactly how you liked it without asking. he passed you a fork before taking the seat across from you. “see?” he said. “the world didn’t end because you stepped away for fifteen minutes.”
you rolled your eyes. “you’re so annoying.” “i’ve been called worse.”
halfway through dinner, you caught him reaching for your empty mug. “i’ll wash that,” you said automatically. james was already at the sink.
“sit.”
“james—”
“sit.”
there wasn’t an ounce of sharpness in his voice, only the kind of calm certainty that made arguing feel pointless. you watched him rinse the dishes while talking about something funny that had happened at work earlier that week, purposely steering the conversation away from deadlines and assignments until you were laughing hard enough to forget what had been stressing you out in the first place.
when everything was cleaned up, you wandered back toward your desk only to find your notebooks stacked neatly, your charger untangled, and your scattered pens gathered into a mug. james noticed your expression immediately. “before you complain,” he said, “i didn’t touch the order of your notes. i know better than that.” you looked over the desk, realizing he’d somehow organized the mess without actually moving anything important.
“you’re impossible,” you murmured. “experienced,” he corrected with a grin.
the work that had felt impossible earlier suddenly came together much faster than expected. james stayed beside you, not hovering, just existing in the same room with a book in his lap and one leg stretched out toward your chair.
every so often he’d glance up to ask if you wanted more water or if your neck was hurting from sitting too long. the questions were small, almost forgettable, but they made the evening feel lighter. there was something comforting about knowing someone cared enough to notice the things you forgot to notice yourself.
by the time you finished, the apartment had gone dark except for the warm lamp beside the couch. you leaned back with a satisfied sigh before turning toward james. “i guess… thanks.” he raised an eyebrow. “guess?” you laughed and walked over, slipping your arms around his waist.
“thank you.” he rested his chin lightly against the top of your head, holding you for a long moment without saying anything.
then, almost absentmindedly, he brushed a few strands of hair away from your face. “you don’t have to do everything alone,” he murmured. “i know you’re capable. that was never the point.”
you looked up at him, feeling slightly embarrassed that he’d been right from the beginning. “i just don’t like asking for help.” james nodded as though he’d known that long before you admitted it. “then don’t ask.” you blinked. “i’ll notice.”
his smile was small, warm, and impossibly reassuring. “you don’t have to earn being looked after.” before you could think of anything clever to say back, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and reached for your hand.
“now,” he said, intertwining your fingers with his, “how about we spend the rest of the night doing absolutely nothing?”
pensieri the layout is ass i’m sorry 😢 i made it in a rush because i haven’t posted in so long :P
the first thing james noticed when he let himself into your apartment wasn’t you — it was the pile of unfolded laundry balancing on the arm of the couch, the half finished mug of tea on the coffee table, and three different notebooks spread across the floor with sticky notes poking out from every page.
then he found you at the dining table, shoulders drawn up, pencil tucked behind your ear as you stared at your laptop with the same expression someone might reserve for an impossible puzzle.
“you’ve been here all day, haven’t you?” he asked, setting the grocery bag on the counter. you answered with a distracted hum, not even bothering to glance up, which told him everything he needed to know.
he walked over and rested a hand against the back of your chair. “when did you eat?” you waved him off with a lazy motion, muttering something about being busy. james smiled to himself, already recognizing the stubbornness settling in. “that’s not an answer, baby.”
you sighed dramatically before insisting you were fine and that you’d grab something later. “later,” he repeated. “your favorite word.” you tried to hide your grin, but it slipped through anyway. “i’m serious.” “so am i,” you replied, tapping your keyboard again.
without another word, he disappeared into the kitchen. you assumed he’d given up until the unmistakable sound of cupboards opening and pans clinking reached you. five minutes later, the smell of garlic and butter drifted through the apartment, pulling your attention away from the screen despite your best efforts.
james leaned against the doorway, arms folded. “come eat.” you shook your head immediately. “i just need another twenty minutes.” he checked the clock. “you said that forty minutes ago.”
“i’m almost done,” you insisted. “you always are.” he wasn’t teasing; if anything, his voice carried the patience of someone who’d had this exact conversation dozens of times. “you’ll think better after you eat.” you clicked your tongue, refusing to move.
“james.”
“what?”
“stop treating me like i’m helpless.”
that should’ve ended the conversation, but pride had a funny way of making simple things difficult. you crossed your arms and looked back at your screen, pretending to reread the same sentence for the fifth time. james didn’t argue. he simply walked over, slid the chair beside yours out, and sat down.
the silence stretched comfortably between you until you finally sighed. “you’re not leaving, are you?” he smiled without looking up from the notebook he’d picked up. “probably not.”
you tried to outlast him. ten minutes passed. then fifteen. every few minutes he’d glance over, watching you rub your eyes or erase the same line repeatedly. eventually he reached across the table and nudged your pencil away. “you’re making the same mistake because you’re tired.” you frowned. “no, i’m not.” he quietly turned the notebook toward himself, circled the spot you’d missed, and slid it back.
you blinked at it for a moment before letting out the smallest, most reluctant laugh. “…’kay. maybe a little.”
“there she is,” he said, standing up again. “come on.”
this time, instead of arguing, you simply groaned dramatically as you followed him into the kitchen. the food was already plated, and he’d somehow remembered exactly how you liked it without asking. he passed you a fork before taking the seat across from you. “see?” he said. “the world didn’t end because you stepped away for fifteen minutes.”
you rolled your eyes. “you’re so annoying.” “i’ve been called worse.”
halfway through dinner, you caught him reaching for your empty mug. “i’ll wash that,” you said automatically. james was already at the sink.
“sit.”
“james—”
“sit.”
there wasn’t an ounce of sharpness in his voice, only the kind of calm certainty that made arguing feel pointless. you watched him rinse the dishes while talking about something funny that had happened at work earlier that week, purposely steering the conversation away from deadlines and assignments until you were laughing hard enough to forget what had been stressing you out in the first place.
when everything was cleaned up, you wandered back toward your desk only to find your notebooks stacked neatly, your charger untangled, and your scattered pens gathered into a mug. james noticed your expression immediately. “before you complain,” he said, “i didn’t touch the order of your notes. i know better than that.” you looked over the desk, realizing he’d somehow organized the mess without actually moving anything important.
“you’re impossible,” you murmured. “experienced,” he corrected with a grin.
the work that had felt impossible earlier suddenly came together much faster than expected. james stayed beside you, not hovering, just existing in the same room with a book in his lap and one leg stretched out toward your chair.
every so often he’d glance up to ask if you wanted more water or if your neck was hurting from sitting too long. the questions were small, almost forgettable, but they made the evening feel lighter. there was something comforting about knowing someone cared enough to notice the things you forgot to notice yourself.
by the time you finished, the apartment had gone dark except for the warm lamp beside the couch. you leaned back with a satisfied sigh before turning toward james. “i guess… thanks.” he raised an eyebrow. “guess?” you laughed and walked over, slipping your arms around his waist.
“thank you.” he rested his chin lightly against the top of your head, holding you for a long moment without saying anything.
then, almost absentmindedly, he brushed a few strands of hair away from your face. “you don’t have to do everything alone,” he murmured. “i know you’re capable. that was never the point.”
you looked up at him, feeling slightly embarrassed that he’d been right from the beginning. “i just don’t like asking for help.” james nodded as though he’d known that long before you admitted it. “then don’t ask.” you blinked. “i’ll notice.”
his smile was small, warm, and impossibly reassuring. “you don’t have to earn being looked after.” before you could think of anything clever to say back, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and reached for your hand.
“now,” he said, intertwining your fingers with his, “how about we spend the rest of the night doing absolutely nothing?”
pensieri the layout is ass i’m sorry 😢 i made it in a rush because i haven’t posted in so long :P
the first thing james noticed when he let himself into your apartment wasn’t you — it was the pile of unfolded laundry balancing on the arm of the couch, the half finished mug of tea on the coffee table, and three different notebooks spread across the floor with sticky notes poking out from every page.
then he found you at the dining table, shoulders drawn up, pencil tucked behind your ear as you stared at your laptop with the same expression someone might reserve for an impossible puzzle.
“you’ve been here all day, haven’t you?” he asked, setting the grocery bag on the counter. you answered with a distracted hum, not even bothering to glance up, which told him everything he needed to know.
he walked over and rested a hand against the back of your chair. “when did you eat?” you waved him off with a lazy motion, muttering something about being busy. james smiled to himself, already recognizing the stubbornness settling in. “that’s not an answer, baby.”
you sighed dramatically before insisting you were fine and that you’d grab something later. “later,” he repeated. “your favorite word.” you tried to hide your grin, but it slipped through anyway. “i’m serious.” “so am i,” you replied, tapping your keyboard again.
without another word, he disappeared into the kitchen. you assumed he’d given up until the unmistakable sound of cupboards opening and pans clinking reached you. five minutes later, the smell of garlic and butter drifted through the apartment, pulling your attention away from the screen despite your best efforts.
james leaned against the doorway, arms folded. “come eat.” you shook your head immediately. “i just need another twenty minutes.” he checked the clock. “you said that forty minutes ago.”
“i’m almost done,” you insisted. “you always are.” he wasn’t teasing; if anything, his voice carried the patience of someone who’d had this exact conversation dozens of times. “you’ll think better after you eat.” you clicked your tongue, refusing to move.
“james.”
“what?”
“stop treating me like i’m helpless.”
that should’ve ended the conversation, but pride had a funny way of making simple things difficult. you crossed your arms and looked back at your screen, pretending to reread the same sentence for the fifth time. james didn’t argue. he simply walked over, slid the chair beside yours out, and sat down.
the silence stretched comfortably between you until you finally sighed. “you’re not leaving, are you?” he smiled without looking up from the notebook he’d picked up. “probably not.”
you tried to outlast him. ten minutes passed. then fifteen. every few minutes he’d glance over, watching you rub your eyes or erase the same line repeatedly. eventually he reached across the table and nudged your pencil away. “you’re making the same mistake because you’re tired.” you frowned. “no, i’m not.” he quietly turned the notebook toward himself, circled the spot you’d missed, and slid it back.
you blinked at it for a moment before letting out the smallest, most reluctant laugh. “…’kay. maybe a little.”
“there she is,” he said, standing up again. “come on.”
this time, instead of arguing, you simply groaned dramatically as you followed him into the kitchen. the food was already plated, and he’d somehow remembered exactly how you liked it without asking. he passed you a fork before taking the seat across from you. “see?” he said. “the world didn’t end because you stepped away for fifteen minutes.”
you rolled your eyes. “you’re so annoying.” “i’ve been called worse.”
halfway through dinner, you caught him reaching for your empty mug. “i’ll wash that,” you said automatically. james was already at the sink.
“sit.”
“james—”
“sit.”
there wasn’t an ounce of sharpness in his voice, only the kind of calm certainty that made arguing feel pointless. you watched him rinse the dishes while talking about something funny that had happened at work earlier that week, purposely steering the conversation away from deadlines and assignments until you were laughing hard enough to forget what had been stressing you out in the first place.
when everything was cleaned up, you wandered back toward your desk only to find your notebooks stacked neatly, your charger untangled, and your scattered pens gathered into a mug. james noticed your expression immediately. “before you complain,” he said, “i didn’t touch the order of your notes. i know better than that.” you looked over the desk, realizing he’d somehow organized the mess without actually moving anything important.
“you’re impossible,” you murmured. “experienced,” he corrected with a grin.
the work that had felt impossible earlier suddenly came together much faster than expected. james stayed beside you, not hovering, just existing in the same room with a book in his lap and one leg stretched out toward your chair.
every so often he’d glance up to ask if you wanted more water or if your neck was hurting from sitting too long. the questions were small, almost forgettable, but they made the evening feel lighter. there was something comforting about knowing someone cared enough to notice the things you forgot to notice yourself.
by the time you finished, the apartment had gone dark except for the warm lamp beside the couch. you leaned back with a satisfied sigh before turning toward james. “i guess… thanks.” he raised an eyebrow. “guess?” you laughed and walked over, slipping your arms around his waist.
“thank you.” he rested his chin lightly against the top of your head, holding you for a long moment without saying anything.
then, almost absentmindedly, he brushed a few strands of hair away from your face. “you don’t have to do everything alone,” he murmured. “i know you’re capable. that was never the point.”
you looked up at him, feeling slightly embarrassed that he’d been right from the beginning. “i just don’t like asking for help.” james nodded as though he’d known that long before you admitted it. “then don’t ask.” you blinked. “i’ll notice.”
his smile was small, warm, and impossibly reassuring. “you don’t have to earn being looked after.” before you could think of anything clever to say back, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and reached for your hand.
“now,” he said, intertwining your fingers with his, “how about we spend the rest of the night doing absolutely nothing?”
pensieri the layout is ass i’m sorry 😢 i made it in a rush because i haven’t posted in so long :P
tyyy @mytwinsung for tagging me !! 🤍 (granted like a week ago...)
last song: sun has set - beabadoobee (I WON THE FREAKING TICKETMASTER)
currently watching: never ending summer, it's this c-drama that i keep seeing everywhere but i haven't watched it yet but i'm planning to soon :p
current obsession: photography 👀 i just love when my feed looks clean and aesthetic like it just makes me happy inside, sooo i've been experimenting with different digis
currently reading: re-reading the percy jackson series 😛 (I CANT WAIT FOR SEASON 3 AND FOR THE EPIC THE MUSICAL MOVIE)
currently working on: riki's part of lens unfocused... I'LL GET IT OUT SOON I SWEAR I'VE JUST BEEN SO BUSY 😭😭
currently wearing: a thin tank top and jorts because it's so FREAKING HOT. house slippers too ig
last google search: the weather... 💀 donno why i keep searching that when i KNOW theres a freaking heatwave everyday 💔💔
fav flower: magnolias ^^ they’re so big and pretty and they smell good and they look so delicate andand (or lilies for the same reasons lol)
✿ tagging: @noirellee @veorise @whiskimsy (im too shy to tag 10 people...)
currently watching : love island usa (I’m sorry ts is genuinely all i breathe)
current obsession : love island, and cinnamon holy shit someone stop me from adding cinnamon to everything also true crime documentaries for some reason.
currently working on : social circles ( i swear I’m writing it I’m SORRY💔💔)
currently wearing : sleepwear because it is time to SLEEP.
last google search : i hate this but John Wayne Gacy because i was watching the Netflix documentary about him today
currently watching : i dont watch anything rn!! i just cant find good series, so i keep rewatching the big bang theory😭 over and over and over and over again
current obsession : i always have a lot... but lately ive been very fixated on mental illnesses and what causes them in the brain so ive been writing down them in my notebook. (bro even studies in summer break what a fucking loser)
currently reading : i just finished reading ward d by freida mcfadden like 5 minutes ago and im about to start the inmate!!
currently wearing : uh green socks with toasters on them, black pants and black oversized shirt that says 'ramen' even though ive never eaten ramen before
currently working on : my tyunning teacher x teacher fic!! its a fic im very excited for because its been ages since i wrote member x member stuff, even though im more confident in writing those + the male perspective😅 also need a little break from tumblr (so sorry) and a break from straight fics
last google search : paranoid schizophrenia
favorite flowers : genuinely idk im not a flower person😭
tyy for the tag @hoongsf :33 (also hiii new mootie :p)
last song: White Noise - holly humberstone
currently watching: nothing 😭😭😭 (exams hv been kicking my ass)
current obssession: writing (～￣▽￣)～
currently reading: Katabasis by RF Kuang, My Friends by Fredrick Backman (holyshit this one made me sob)
currently working on: new fic 👀👀👀
currently wearing: a jersey and shorts :p
last google search: toxic personality traits... 💀💀
fav flower: orange cosmos!
tags: @tobiotaesan (i already know you hehe) @cottonauroras @sunishake @i2sunric @noirellee @siyalogue ok yeah... idk who else to tag who hasn't been tagged already
lowk cant believe i got tagged in a game eee
@nefariouspanda134 this btch MY PRECIOUS NEWBORN, SHAKESPEARE tagged me 🫶
last song: raining in manila by lola amour (ingat po sa mga apektado ng bagyo, stay safe and pls dont leave ur pets behind!)
currently watching: ouran (LMAOSJIAHDJCN) and kumusta (i love cooking shows lol)
current obssession: lowkey tadc cus i just finished it (JAX💔) and park sungho
currently reading: the indio and the impaler by wincy aquino ong, finally started it 7 months after receiving lol (rizal is such a fckng menace lmao)
currently working on: jaehyun ouran yaoi and mayor leehan au
currently wearing: lotso pajama set...with a lotso bear on my side, a lotso plushie on my back, lying down on my bed with lotso bedsheets and a lotso lego figure on the desk beside me (pink bear from toy story)
last google search: my university student portal
fav flower: carnations...?
tags: absolutely no pressure! u can ignore me its fine 🫶 @wingzyyy (do this after ur exams, goodluck!!!) @cinnamorollhyuka (additional question for you or you can change the fave flower question, favorite marine species!) @ivehan (addtnl question for you! fave bnd ship) @kazukazukiiii (always on my tl but havent really interacted with 🫶) @starriniqhts (tagging u just bcus i miss u) thats all i have 😔😔
No pressure tags! @ihanzzn (u have so many cool interests hehe) @beomtomie (YOU SEEM SO COOL HEHE) @overtheggum (if you have time !!) @browniienextdoor (i'd love to hear more abt u! If u want hehe) @ivehan (you r so funny) AND ANY OF MY MOOTS ILYSM ALL OF U
@cinnamorollhyuka omg thank you for tagging me! I really love these things and if it’s an opportunity to get to know each other better, then I’ll take it!
Last song Gorilla by Bruno Mars (I definitely have post concert depression ngl)
Currently watching The Mentalist (I love that man, seriously)
Current obsessions Bruno Mars, The Mentalist, anything related to the Spiderverse movies, independent artists and alley artists videos, Conan Gray as well, the World Cup (rooting for Spain!), buying CDs and Genshin impact!
Currently reading I usually read multiple books at the same time hehe. Right now, Remarkable Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt and Hojas de Dedalera by Victoria Álvarez.
Currently working on my Aquarium fic ofc, and a Project Hail Mary fanart
Currently wearing my pjs and bonnet, but just an hour ago I was wearing my 24K Magic Bruno Mars costume (excuse: a party)
Last Google search Kipling bags for uni
Fav Flower Sunflowers!
Tags (no pressure though, but I really want to get to know you guys, y’all seem so cool): @jh-lvr @darthvadesstuff @danisfave @matin-playthebeat @faithinlina @ysol-is
@browniienextdoor sorry for doing this so late!! i was working some personal stuff and complete forgot but i'll do this noww <3
Last song TRUE HEART - JUSTB (it's such a peak group please stan guys!!!)
Currently watching B99, love untangled, sold out on you, w two worlds apart, you and i are polar opposites, teach you a lesson
Current obsessions kdramas :3 (reccomend me some pls)
Currently reading i don't read much D:
Currently working on my smau <333, other writing projects, school 💀
Currently wearing pajamas
Last Google search rewind fromis_9 lyrics (i love this song)
Fav Flower im allergic but lilies look nice!!
Tags: @katsukisser @lazuliixx @nodoubtily @darthvadesstuff @narcissanarcissa @meiisamotherbitch @edwinbrcaux @cortkiss @pereinble @2yoani (there's so much more bc i want to get to know ALL of my moots😭😭😭)
bf!martin who never lets you carry everything by yourself. if your hands are full, he’s already reaching over without saying anything, taking the heavier bag and pretending it was no big deal. if you complain, he’ll just smile and tell you he’s stronger anyway, so it makes more sense.
bf!martin who remembers the smallest details from conversations you had weeks ago. you mention wanting to try a certain café, a snack you saw online, or a movie coming out next month and, somehow he brings it up before you even remember saying it. he pays attention because hearing you talk is one of his favorite things.
bf!martin who has a habit of fixing little things for you. your hoodie string disappears into the hood? he pulls it back through. your necklace clasp keeps twisting? be turns it around. your phone battery is almost dead? he already has a charger with him.
bf!martin who makes sure you get home safely every single time. he waits until you text him that you made it inside before anything else. if you forget, your phone lights up with a “you home?” text. he cannot fully relax until he knows you’re home safe.
bf!martin who gets genuinely excited whenever you support something important to him. if you watch something he worked hard on, he’s asking what your favorite part is without anything else. your opinion means a lot to him, and knowing you’re cheering him on gives him the biggest smile ever.
JAMES
bf!james who keeps random little things that remind him of you. it could be a receipt from a place you went together, a photo you took that he really liked, or a tiny note you left behind. he isn’t sentimental in the obvious ways, but he has a tendency of holding onto moments like these because it means a lot to him.
bf!james who always checks if you’re comfortable before making plans. he’ll ask if you’re tired, if you’ve eaten, if you actually want to go out or you’d rather stay in. he wants spending time together to feel easy, not like something you have to force yourself into.
bf!james who sends random things that make him think of you without needing a reason. a random video, a song he found, a picture of something funny he saw while he was out. sometimes the message is only a few words, but it’s his way of saying you crossed his mind.
bf!james who tried to learn the things you care about, even if they aren’t things he doesn’t normally pay attention to. if you’re excited about something, he wants to understand why. he’ll ask questions, remember details, and bring it up later because loves seeing you get passionate about things.
bf!james who is the type to celebrate your small wins seriously. you finished something you were stressed about? he’s proud of you. you did something you were nervous about? he’d tell you that you handled it well. he never makes you feel like your achievements are “too small” to notice.
JUHOON
bf!juhoon who never missed an opportunity to reach for your hand. crossing the street, standing in line, walking through a crowd — it almost comes naturally to him. sometimes he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it until his fingers are already intertwined with yours.
bf!juhoon who finds every excuse to keep you close for another minute. if you’re about to leave, he’ll ask one more question, tell you one more story, or pull you back over because he remembered he “forgot” to tell you something. deep down, he just hates ending your time together.
bf!juhoon who looks at you first whenever something good happens. if he hears exciting news, wins something, or has a funny story to tell, you’re the person he searches for without thinking. sharing every happy moment with oh becomes second nature.
bf!juhoon who adores hearing your voice, even if you’re talking about the most ordinary part of your day. you could ramble about school, something your friend said, or what you had for lunch, and he’s listening with the biggest smile.
bf!juhoon who has this habit of brushing his thumb across your hand whenever you’re together. it’s such a small gesture that most people wouldn’t notice, yet it’s his silent reminder that you’re right there with him.
SEONGHYEON
bf!seonghyeon who falls asleep easier whenever he knows you’re okay. if you text him that you made it home, finished what you needed to do, or finally got into bed after a long day, he feels completely at ease. it’s the last thing he wants to know before ending his own day.
bf!seonghyeon who always notices when you’re staring at something for more than a few seconds. whether it’s a book, a dessert in a bakery window, or something in a shop, he catches it every time. weeks later, it somehow ends up in your hands because he remembered.
bf!seonghyeon who slows his pace to match yours. whether you’re wandering around a bookstore, shopping, or simply taking the long way home, he never rushes ahead. he enjoys the extra time together more than getting anywhere quickly.
bf!seonghyeon who makes space for you without saying a word. if you walk into a room, he’s already shifting over so you can sit beside him, opening the door before you reach it, or moving your chair a little closer. it’s become second nature, and he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it anymore.
bf!seonghyeon who has an amazing memory when it comes to your routines. he knows what time you’re usually finished with school, when you’re probably studying, and when you’re most likely asleep, so he never expects instant replies.
KEONHO
bf!keonho who keeps track of the little things you mention wanting to do together. one day he’ll randomly text, “we still haven’t done that,” because he actually remembers every plan the two of you made, even the ones you brought up months ago.
bf!keonho who lets you borrow his clothes without expecting them back anytime soon. weeks later, he’ll see you wearing one of his hoodies and grin because it somehow looks better on you. if you accidentally keep it forever, he isn’t complaining.
bf!keonho who asks for your opinion on things that actually matter to him. new haircut, clothes, a project he’s working on, even small decisions. he trusts your judgment, so hearing what you think genuinely helps him decide.
bf!keonho who never lets your birthday, anniversaries, or important dates become last-minute plans. he’ll have everything sorted well before you even start wondering if he’s remembered. he’s the type who enjoys planning because he wants the day to feel special from beginning to end.
bf!keonho who naturally includes you in conversations with other people. if someone asks him about his weekend, he’ll mention the museum you went to together or the restaurant you tried.
pensieri this is a lot guys i’m sorry 😭 but updates will be a bit slower since i’m traveling, this is kind of me making up for it 🫰
bf!martin who never lets you carry everything by yourself. if your hands are full, he’s already reaching over without saying anything, taking the heavier bag and pretending it was no big deal. if you complain, he’ll just smile and tell you he’s stronger anyway, so it makes more sense.
bf!martin who remembers the smallest details from conversations you had weeks ago. you mention wanting to try a certain café, a snack you saw online, or a movie coming out next month and, somehow he brings it up before you even remember saying it. he pays attention because hearing you talk is one of his favorite things.
bf!martin who has a habit of fixing little things for you. your hoodie string disappears into the hood? he pulls it back through. your necklace clasp keeps twisting? be turns it around. your phone battery is almost dead? he already has a charger with him.
bf!martin who makes sure you get home safely every single time. he waits until you text him that you made it inside before anything else. if you forget, your phone lights up with a “you home?” text. he cannot fully relax until he knows you’re home safe.
bf!martin who gets genuinely excited whenever you support something important to him. if you watch something he worked hard on, he’s asking what your favorite part is without anything else. your opinion means a lot to him, and knowing you’re cheering him on gives him the biggest smile ever.
JAMES
bf!james who keeps random little things that remind him of you. it could be a receipt from a place you went together, a photo you took that he really liked, or a tiny note you left behind. he isn’t sentimental in the obvious ways, but he has a tendency of holding onto moments like these because it means a lot to him.
bf!james who always checks if you’re comfortable before making plans. he’ll ask if you’re tired, if you’ve eaten, if you actually want to go out or you’d rather stay in. he wants spending time together to feel easy, not like something you have to force yourself into.
bf!james who sends random things that make him think of you without needing a reason. a random video, a song he found, a picture of something funny he saw while he was out. sometimes the message is only a few words, but it’s his way of saying you crossed his mind.
bf!james who tried to learn the things you care about, even if they aren’t things he doesn’t normally pay attention to. if you’re excited about something, he wants to understand why. he’ll ask questions, remember details, and bring it up later because loves seeing you get passionate about things.
bf!james who is the type to celebrate your small wins seriously. you finished something you were stressed about? he’s proud of you. you did something you were nervous about? he’d tell you that you handled it well. he never makes you feel like your achievements are “too small” to notice.
JUHOON
bf!juhoon who never missed an opportunity to reach for your hand. crossing the street, standing in line, walking through a crowd — it almost comes naturally to him. sometimes he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it until his fingers are already intertwined with yours.
bf!juhoon who finds every excuse to keep you close for another minute. if you’re about to leave, he’ll ask one more question, tell you one more story, or pull you back over because he remembered he “forgot” to tell you something. deep down, he just hates ending your time together.
bf!juhoon who looks at you first whenever something good happens. if he hears exciting news, wins something, or has a funny story to tell, you’re the person he searches for without thinking. sharing every happy moment with oh becomes second nature.
bf!juhoon who adores hearing your voice, even if you’re talking about the most ordinary part of your day. you could ramble about school, something your friend said, or what you had for lunch, and he’s listening with the biggest smile.
bf!juhoon who has this habit of brushing his thumb across your hand whenever you’re together. it’s such a small gesture that most people wouldn’t notice, yet it’s his silent reminder that you’re right there with him.
SEONGHYEON
bf!seonghyeon who falls asleep easier whenever he knows you’re okay. if you text him that you made it home, finished what you needed to do, or finally got into bed after a long day, he feels completely at ease. it’s the last thing he wants to know before ending his own day.
bf!seonghyeon who always notices when you’re staring at something for more than a few seconds. whether it’s a book, a dessert in a bakery window, or something in a shop, he catches it every time. weeks later, it somehow ends up in your hands because he remembered.
bf!seonghyeon who slows his pace to match yours. whether you’re wandering around a bookstore, shopping, or simply taking the long way home, he never rushes ahead. he enjoys the extra time together more than getting anywhere quickly.
bf!seonghyeon who makes space for you without saying a word. if you walk into a room, he’s already shifting over so you can sit beside him, opening the door before you reach it, or moving your chair a little closer. it’s become second nature, and he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it anymore.
bf!seonghyeon who has an amazing memory when it comes to your routines. he knows what time you’re usually finished with school, when you’re probably studying, and when you’re most likely asleep, so he never expects instant replies.
KEONHO
bf!keonho who keeps track of the little things you mention wanting to do together. one day he’ll randomly text, “we still haven’t done that,” because he actually remembers every plan the two of you made, even the ones you brought up months ago.
bf!keonho who lets you borrow his clothes without expecting them back anytime soon. weeks later, he’ll see you wearing one of his hoodies and grin because it somehow looks better on you. if you accidentally keep it forever, he isn’t complaining.
bf!keonho who asks for your opinion on things that actually matter to him. new haircut, clothes, a project he’s working on, even small decisions. he trusts your judgment, so hearing what you think genuinely helps him decide.
bf!keonho who never lets your birthday, anniversaries, or important dates become last-minute plans. he’ll have everything sorted well before you even start wondering if he’s remembered. he’s the type who enjoys planning because he wants the day to feel special from beginning to end.
bf!keonho who naturally includes you in conversations with other people. if someone asks him about his weekend, he’ll mention the museum you went to together or the restaurant you tried.
pensieri this is a lot guys i’m sorry 😭 but updates will be a bit slower since i’m traveling, this is kind of me making up for it 🫰
bf!martin who never lets you carry everything by yourself. if your hands are full, he’s already reaching over without saying anything, taking the heavier bag and pretending it was no big deal. if you complain, he’ll just smile and tell you he’s stronger anyway, so it makes more sense.
bf!martin who remembers the smallest details from conversations you had weeks ago. you mention wanting to try a certain café, a snack you saw online, or a movie coming out next month and, somehow he brings it up before you even remember saying it. he pays attention because hearing you talk is one of his favorite things.
bf!martin who has a habit of fixing little things for you. your hoodie string disappears into the hood? he pulls it back through. your necklace clasp keeps twisting? be turns it around. your phone battery is almost dead? he already has a charger with him.
bf!martin who makes sure you get home safely every single time. he waits until you text him that you made it inside before anything else. if you forget, your phone lights up with a “you home?” text. he cannot fully relax until he knows you’re home safe.
bf!martin who gets genuinely excited whenever you support something important to him. if you watch something he worked hard on, he’s asking what your favorite part is without anything else. your opinion means a lot to him, and knowing you’re cheering him on gives him the biggest smile ever.
JAMES
bf!james who keeps random little things that remind him of you. it could be a receipt from a place you went together, a photo you took that he really liked, or a tiny note you left behind. he isn’t sentimental in the obvious ways, but he has a tendency of holding onto moments like these because it means a lot to him.
bf!james who always checks if you’re comfortable before making plans. he’ll ask if you’re tired, if you’ve eaten, if you actually want to go out or you’d rather stay in. he wants spending time together to feel easy, not like something you have to force yourself into.
bf!james who sends random things that make him think of you without needing a reason. a random video, a song he found, a picture of something funny he saw while he was out. sometimes the message is only a few words, but it’s his way of saying you crossed his mind.
bf!james who tried to learn the things you care about, even if they aren’t things he doesn’t normally pay attention to. if you’re excited about something, he wants to understand why. he’ll ask questions, remember details, and bring it up later because loves seeing you get passionate about things.
bf!james who is the type to celebrate your small wins seriously. you finished something you were stressed about? he’s proud of you. you did something you were nervous about? he’d tell you that you handled it well. he never makes you feel like your achievements are “too small” to notice.
JUHOON
bf!juhoon who never missed an opportunity to reach for your hand. crossing the street, standing in line, walking through a crowd — it almost comes naturally to him. sometimes he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it until his fingers are already intertwined with yours.
bf!juhoon who finds every excuse to keep you close for another minute. if you’re about to leave, he’ll ask one more question, tell you one more story, or pull you back over because he remembered he “forgot” to tell you something. deep down, he just hates ending your time together.
bf!juhoon who looks at you first whenever something good happens. if he hears exciting news, wins something, or has a funny story to tell, you’re the person he searches for without thinking. sharing every happy moment with oh becomes second nature.
bf!juhoon who adores hearing your voice, even if you’re talking about the most ordinary part of your day. you could ramble about school, something your friend said, or what you had for lunch, and he’s listening with the biggest smile.
bf!juhoon who has this habit of brushing his thumb across your hand whenever you’re together. it’s such a small gesture that most people wouldn’t notice, yet it’s his silent reminder that you’re right there with him.
SEONGHYEON
bf!seonghyeon who falls asleep easier whenever he knows you’re okay. if you text him that you made it home, finished what you needed to do, or finally got into bed after a long day, he feels completely at ease. it’s the last thing he wants to know before ending his own day.
bf!seonghyeon who always notices when you’re staring at something for more than a few seconds. whether it’s a book, a dessert in a bakery window, or something in a shop, he catches it every time. weeks later, it somehow ends up in your hands because he remembered.
bf!seonghyeon who slows his pace to match yours. whether you’re wandering around a bookstore, shopping, or simply taking the long way home, he never rushes ahead. he enjoys the extra time together more than getting anywhere quickly.
bf!seonghyeon who makes space for you without saying a word. if you walk into a room, he’s already shifting over so you can sit beside him, opening the door before you reach it, or moving your chair a little closer. it’s become second nature, and he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it anymore.
bf!seonghyeon who has an amazing memory when it comes to your routines. he knows what time you’re usually finished with school, when you’re probably studying, and when you’re most likely asleep, so he never expects instant replies.
KEONHO
bf!keonho who keeps track of the little things you mention wanting to do together. one day he’ll randomly text, “we still haven’t done that,” because he actually remembers every plan the two of you made, even the ones you brought up months ago.
bf!keonho who lets you borrow his clothes without expecting them back anytime soon. weeks later, he’ll see you wearing one of his hoodies and grin because it somehow looks better on you. if you accidentally keep it forever, he isn’t complaining.
bf!keonho who asks for your opinion on things that actually matter to him. new haircut, clothes, a project he’s working on, even small decisions. he trusts your judgment, so hearing what you think genuinely helps him decide.
bf!keonho who never lets your birthday, anniversaries, or important dates become last-minute plans. he’ll have everything sorted well before you even start wondering if he’s remembered. he’s the type who enjoys planning because he wants the day to feel special from beginning to end.
bf!keonho who naturally includes you in conversations with other people. if someone asks him about his weekend, he’ll mention the museum you went to together or the restaurant you tried.
pensieri this is a lot guys i’m sorry 😭 but updates will be a bit slower since i’m traveling, this is kind of me making up for it 🫰
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