evelyn ꨄ︎

lowk just got bored

[realwon]

intro post ⋆.𐙚 ̊

hii i’m evelyn~

i’m wonnie biased, my bias wreckers are riki & sunoo (basically i just love the maknae trio🙂‍↕️).

i’m bored during summer, therefore i’ve decided to make this account and return to my old love for writing and reading fics ㅤꨄ︎.

i will write fluff, angst, smut.

i will not write stepcest, daddy kinks (sorry i js cannot read ts w a straight face), piss kinks..

^^ yeah that’s all i can think of.

looking for moots too so pleaaase engage🤍.

[realwon]

decided i want to start writing again :P

[realwon]

HAI EVELYNNNNNNNN ur writing is super good so far i luv it sm :3 could you do enhypen’s reaction to reader getting a tattoo or a piercing??

HEYYYYYYYY thank u so muchh i really appreciate it😚😚

ANYWAYYYYYY~

hyung line - enhypen reacting to you getting a tattoo/piercing!!

content warnings: tramp stamp, nipple piercing, hint at suggestive content, mainly just fluff, nothing smutty, not proofread. ++ sunghoon has a helix piercing in this fwi.

lee heeseung

You didn't expect to be returning to your apartment with plastic film wrapped around your upper arm today, but here you are.

Earlier this morning, you left the apartment to go meet an old friend from college, leaving your sleepy boyfriend in bed as you wandering into the city.

Sipping coffee and recalling past memories you shared with said friend, she reminded you of how you had both agreed on getting tattoos with each other, maybe not matching, but you promised one and other that you'd share your first experience together.

That's how you found yourself walking through the front door of your and your boyfriends apartment with a numbing ache on your arm at 2PM.

"Hee?" You called into the apartment, a response coming quickly.

"Hey baby," he comes to greet you at the front door, pulling you into a hug, "where've you been all morning?"

Heeseung's hand grazed against your illustrated arm, pulling a quiet wince from you, quiet enough that you thought he didn't notice. "I went to meet a good friend from college, had some catching up to do, you know?" You answered him, following him to the living area of your apartment and sitting yourself on the couch, your boyfriend seating himself beside you, wrapping his arm around you.

"Did you have fun?" He asked sincerely, smiling softly at you.

"Yeah," You said, smiling back at him, "we got the chance to do something we've always wanting to do."

"Yeah?" He questioned, "Is that why you keep wincing every time I make contact with your arm?"

Your eyes widened quickly, "Huh?"

"Did you get a tattoo, baby?"

With a moment of hesitation, you nodded your head guiltily.

"...and can I see it?"

Without responding, you tugged down your jacket, revealing the small tattoo on your arm: '011015'

His gaze softened, and you could swear you saw his eyes begin to gloss over.

"..is it okay?" you asked him tentatively.

" 'Is it okay?' " he repeated back to you, "it's more than okay, baby." He shook his head, in a slight state of disbelief, "you didn't have to, pretty girl."

"But I wanted to," you assured him, "me and my friend had always wanted to get tattoos together, so why not get one that really means something to me?"

His smile widened before he leaned over, placing a loving kiss on your lips softly, "I love you so much, baby."

park jongseong

Rolling over onto your back, the reminding pain of what happened the previous night filled your head, "fuck."

Still deep in his slumber, Jongseong subconsciously pulled you into his arms, causing your lower back to drag along the bed, pulling a wince out from your mouth and your body to flinch.

Your boyfriend eyes opened quickly, "baby?" He murmured, "you okay?"

You hadn't meant to wake him and you certainly didn't want to explain to him why you flinched in his presence, especially not with the headache that racketed through your head due to how much you'd drank last night.

Your lack of response only further concerned him, "baby? What's wrong?"

Reluctantly, you replied, "It's nothing, baby, don't worry about it," turning over to make your back face him.

That's not what he wanted to hear, so he pulled you back, turning you over to face him again, pulling yet another wince from you.

"Seriously, what's happened?" He asked, much firmer now, almost demandingly.

You met his sharp gaze before slowly saying, "You know last night, when I went out for a few drinks with my friend.."

"Yes, baby, I know you went out last night. Now just tell me what you did."

You sighed, "I may have drank too much.. and I thought it'd be a brilliant idea to get a tattoo.. a tramp stamp to be more precise."

Your boyfriend stared at you.

For a whole minute

Without saying anything.

"No fucking way." He finally said.

You nodded embarrassedly.

"You're lying," he laughed, bewildered, "show me, I don't believe you, there's no way."

And so you showed him, the cursive writing of the word 'Jay' framing your lower back.

Jongseong stared in disbelief, "baby, you're unbelievable," a laugh erupting from his throat as he pulled you into a hug.

"Ouch, Jay! Be careful!"

He laughed louder this time, "you're insane, baby, and you're lucky that I love you so much."

sim jaeyun

"What's this, baby?" Your boyfriend asks, gesturing to the receipt in his hand.

You turn to look at the familiar piece of paper, before turning back away and announcing your pre-thought up answer, "Oh, I just wanted some new jewellery for my ears."

His reply was quick, "Yeah, but I don't think you put nipple rings in your ears, baby."

Your head spins back to his direction, "What'd you say?"

"You heard me, nipple rings aren't for your ears, baby." A smug grin grew on his face.

"They're for my friend," you blurt out, a little too quickly.

"Sure, and it's not jewellery I can see through your top, is it?"

Face heating up in embarrassment, you give up with your excuses before turning and walking towards your bedroom

Jake quickly follows behind you, teasingly asking, "did you really pierce them, baby? Like, actually?"

You ignore him.

"Babyy~ let me see, I don't believe you, how do I know that they're not just fake without seeing them myself?" He gently reaches out to your shoulder.

"Yes, Jake," you say reluctantly, "I really got them pierced. No, they're not fake." And then you annoyedly mutter under your breath, "unfortunately."

"Wait, what do you mean, unfortunately?" He asks, concerned.

You sigh, running a hand down your face, "Me and my friend thought it'd be a good idea to surprise, well, you, and her boyfriend to new.. piercings that aren't in the usual places."

You quickly add, "She's worse off than me, probably in much more pain too, if you know what I mean."

Jake laughs in disbelief, "Well, let's not waste any more time," he gestures towards you, "let me see what you've done, yeah?"

park sunghoon

His legs at either side of your head, you sit and read your book on the cushioned floor, Sunghoon above you on the couch, playing with your hair like he always does when you read.

Some may say he's too clingy, but you like it. It's nice knowing he enjoys your presence this much.

Whenever he does this, he just runs his fingers through your soft hair, sometimes he'll pull it into a make-shift ponytail, sometimes he'll braid it, and sometimes he'll just mess with it aimlessly.

That's what he does this time, dragging it carefully through his fingers until he accidently pulls a small yelp from you.

He quickly drops his hands, pulling them out from your hair and onto his lap, "did I pull your hair? Was I too rough, baby?"

You laugh softly at his worried tone, "no, it's fine, just keep playing with my hair, yeah?"

He only nods back at you before placing his hands back onto your hair.

A few minutes pass before it happens again, your yelp being louder this time.

"Shit, baby, I'm sorry," he removes his hands again, "I didn't mean to. I'll stop now."

You turn your head to face him, "No~ baby it's not your fault, seriously. I just got a new piercing and my hair keeps wrapping around it."

His eyes widen slightly, surprised, "Oh, really?"

Sunghoon curiously looks at your hair-covered ears, "Can I?" He asks, gesturing to your hair, wondering if he can move it out the way.

You nod and he carefully tucks your hair behind your ear, the new piercing fully on display now.

"A helix?"

You nod again, "To match with you," you say, smiling softly.

A small grin tugs at his lips, admiration filling his eyes, "God, when did you get so cute," and he pulls you into a hug, careful not to catch your piercing for a third time.

Thank you for requesting and thank you for reading!

I hope you enjoyed, and if you get the chance, please check out my new Jungwon fic on wattpad and let me know what you think of it ฅ^._.^ฅ

divider by @enchanthings

[realwon]

hair dresser 18+

ᯓ★ pairing: bf!riki + gf!reader

ᯓ★ smut & a bit of fluff.

ᯓ★ warnings: oral(m. receiving), slight hair pulling, dry humping if u squint, cumming on face, cum eating, slight face-fucking.

my note : this is my first time in years writing something like this, so it's most likely to be quite cringy and i'm literally sat laughing at myself as i even THINK about writing this.

── .✦ this is a continuation of riki's drabble my ot7 post that you can find here.. enjoy!

"your hair is so nice," he starts, his voice still weak, "it's so soft.. could play with it all day."

to this, you move your book from your hands and place it to the side of you, next to you mug, "yeah?"

"mhm" he responds, "i really like it... i really like everything about you."

his sudden sweet confession catches you off guard, but the blush that travels along your cheeks and the smile that widens on your lips tells him all the needs to know, "thank you, riki, that means a lot," you say, leaning down to place a soft, careful kiss on his lips, his hands still twiddling with your hair.

one of his hands smoothly leave you hair, reaching towards your face and holding it, lifting his upper body, attempting to deepen the kiss. he nips your bottom lip, earning a soft moan from you, which he takes as his opportunity to slip his tongue between your parted lips, beginning to explore your mouth, and you allowed it, encouraged it, actually.

he gradually rose from your lap and instead pulled you into his, one hand rested on your thigh to the side of him, the other on the side of your head, his finger interwind throughout your hair.

your hands found his neck, running your fingers through the short hairs on the back of his head, earning a groan from him. this sparked something in you, as you gently ground against his clothed lap, causing him to carefully grip you hair.

you pulled away quickly and slowly began to descend off of his lap and towards the floor, finding yourself between his legs, "baby.." he says knowingly.

"mm", you mumble in response, dragging your nails lightly against his thighs.

"baby.. you don't have to.." he says, eyes heavy with desire, contrary to his words.

you glide your fingers towards the centre of his sweaters, where his evident hardness is, "but i want to, and i know you want it too.." you reply, sweet venom dripping in between your words, "and considering you love touching my hair so much.. why don't you hold it out of my face for me, hm?"

"oh fuck."

you teasingly drag down his sweatpants until they fall below his knees, finding the floor. you lean towards him, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss on his leaking tip.

his hand clutches your hair, a deep, throaty groan spilling from his mouth, "baby~ stop teasing, yeah?"

"but where's the fun in that?" you respond innocently. you press soft kisses along his clothes hardness before reaching the waistband of his boxers and slowly, teasingly pull them down, his dick hitting his stomach as his underwear falls to the floor, finding his long-forgotten sweatpants.

you glide your painted nails along his shaft, taking note not to touch the head just yet, when you hear yet another groan from above you, "baby, please, i need your mouth, please, baby, please."

you peer at him through your thick lashes, "mmm" you say in fake-consideration, before gliding your tongue along the slit in his tip.

that earns you a loud moan, his hands gripping the hair at the side of your head, "baby, o-oh my god, fuck~"

you begin to suck his head, progressively taking more of him with each suck. you swirl your tongue around him strategically, the throating groans above you telling you you must be doing something right.

he gathers your hair in a makeshift ponytail as you begin to take more of him, keeping your hair out of his face like you told him to. with his hold, he starts to guide your head up and down his dick, moaning softly in between each movement.

"mm, baby, yeah that's it," he moans, "a-ah, you can take more, i know you can~", carefully pushing your mouth further down his length, "yeah~ just like that, hm?"

his actions earn a subtle gag from you, only motivating him more, his movements quickening, his groans becoming more frequent.

you can tell he's getting close, so you move your tongue quicker, your hands finding the top of his dick and stroking softly.

"oh f-fuck baby, you're so good at this shit," he groans, "i'm so close- so, so close."

you whimper at his voice, gazing up at him, meeting his stare with watering eyes.

"gonna come on your face, yeah?" he asks, probably rhetorically, "that okay? you want that, don't you, baby?"

you whimper in agreement, wanting nothing more.

his movements become more ragged, his hands pushing your head down becoming more aggressive, but not harsh enough to hurt you, his tip stroking the back of your throat, releasing an exaggerated gag from you.

"oh fuckkk," he exclaims, pulling out of your mouth and releasing on all over your face, covering your mouth, tongue and even seeping down to your breasts, which he acts as though it wasn't intentional.

he takes a minute to calm his breathing, before looking down at you, who's gazing up at him sweetly, drenched in his cum.

"damn, baby, you did so good," he says sweetly, gliding his thumb across your cheek, collecting some of his release before spreading it along your lips, into your mouth.

you moan at the action, sucking his thumb softly.

"good thing i held your hair out the way," he laughs, "you're covered in me."

oml i cringed so hard writing this, i'm so sorry if it's shit LMAO

.. therefore i lowk didn't proofread it, i js couldn't bring myself to HELP.

divider creds: @enchanthings

[realwon]

hi evelyn! so nice to be moots with you and i'm looking forward to interacting with you more! you seem really nice! <3

could you maybe write a drabble about how each of the members would help fix your hair for you?

omg hii thank u sm for sending me this request, i was so stuck ꨄ︎

soo for my first post…

enhypen helping fix/ doing your hair ೃ༄

this only contains fluff <3

lee heeseung —

“why won’t my hair just.. work!” you complained to yourself in the tall mirror before you, arms growing tired from holding up your hair in the style you were hoping to achieve. instead of persevering, you drop your hair with a groan.

“babyy,” you hear from the other room, “whats wrong?” your boyfriend, heeseung, asks as he wanders through the door.

“it’s nothing, just my hair won’t go up the way it’s supposed to.. it’s seriously nothing.” you confirm, dragging your tired fingers down your face.

he chuckles lowly. “don’t stress it, baby. here, let me help.” heeseung approaches you and sits on your shared bed behind you, you situated between his legs. he begins to gather your hair, combing his fingers through it carefully. “what were you wanting to do with it anyway?”

“i just wanted it up out my face, anything will work” you replied softly, slightly embarrassed of how worked up you got.

heeseung pauses for a second, thinking to himself, before splitting your hair into three even sections. “i know what i’ll do, your hair always looks beautiful like this,” he explains as he begins to style it.

you sit in a comfortable silence, closing your eyes and enjoying the soothing feeling of his hands wandering through your hair.

“here we go,” he says with a kiss on the top of your head after finalising the hairstyle with a pink hair bobble.

you open your eyes curiously, gazing at yourself in the mirror. he’d braided your hair into a beautiful french plait. “this is probably my favourite hairstyle on you, baby” he whispers with a soft smile, planting careful kisses on your cheek.

your lips curve lovingly, “thank you, hee, i really needed this,” you say, turning around to place a soft kiss on his lips.

park jongseong —

after the long, relentless day you’d had, all you wanted to do was to hop into bed, curled up into the arms of your loving boyfriend, but you knew you had to force yourself to shower first or else you’d feel uncomfortable under the covers.

the shower drained the last of your energy, but at least now you could continue with your plan to go straight to sleep. slipping on a clean set of pyjamas, you drag yourself over to the your side of the bed, next to where your boyfriend is sat scrolling through his phone, waiting for you so he can get some sleep peacefully.

“sweetheart”, jay starts, causing you to pause in your movement and look up at him, “you know you can’t go to bed with your hair completely soaked.”

you knew he’d say this, but all you wanted to do was cuddle with him and sleep. the lack of sleep must’ve really hit you, because tears begin to form in your waterline.

“baby, come on, don’t cry,” jay begins, softly, “i understand you’re tired. i tell you what, how about you sit on my lap and i’ll dry your hair for you, yeah? would that make you feel any better?”

you brush the tears carefully slipping from your eyes, humming in agreement, “okay.. but don’t be surprised if i fall asleep.”

jay only laughs before picking himself up out of your bed and sitting on the couch situated at the end of your bed, in front of the full sized mirror. you wander over to him, taking a seat in this lap. “tell me if it’s to hot,” he states, before turning on the hair dryer and drying your hair, combing his hands through it carefully and lovingly.

after not too long, you begin to doze off, the calming sensation on jay’s movements pulling you into sleep.

once he’s deems your hair to be dry enough, he decides not to wake you, instead lifting you carefully and placing you into your bed, before returning to his side and sliding in beside you, pulling you into a hug and kissing you cheek soothingly, “goodnight, sweetheart.”

sim jaeyun —

it was your first girls night in far too long. conflicting schedules, cancellations, unexpected turning of events being the cause of the lack of hang outs.

as it was the first, you and your friends had decided to go all out, so you knew you had to look good. your makeup had gone to plan, giving you a beautiful glow, highlighting your features kindly. you knew what you were going to wear, so the last thing to do was your hair.

after process of elimination, you came to the conclusion that you would just keep it down, but curled.

curling iron in hand, you began to make your way through you hair.

after what felt like hours and thousands of sprays of heat-protectant, you’d finally finished, but you had one last task to make sure you’d definitely finished.

“jakeeeee~” you call out, your voice echoing through the apartment.

“yes, babyyyy~” he responds, following your voice, then peaking his hair through the door.

“please could you check my hair, just to make sure i haven’t missed any pieces.”

he enters the room fully now, walking towards you and standing behind you, looking at you through the mirror, “of course, baby.”

he begins to check, awfully thoroughly, but his eyes keep peering at you through the mirror. he finally finds a piece that you unintentionally missed, taking the curling iron from your hand and wrapping the strands of hair around it, “you look beautiful, by the way,” he says with a soft, meaningful smile on his lips.

blush grows on your cheeks, enhancing the liquid blusher you’d carefully distributed there before. “mm, thank you,” you reply sweetly, looking down at your lap.

he removes your hair from the iron before checking for anymore stray straight pieces, “all done,” he confirms after being unable to find anymore, taking the hairspray from your vanity and spraying it throughout your hair. he spins your chair around carefully, placing his hand over your eyes, then continues you spray the front of your hair.

he doesn’t remove his hand yet, instead sets down the hairspray, then places a soft kiss on your lips, “have a lovely night, baby.”

park sunghoon —

you knew you shouldn't have drunk that much, your boyfriend consistently reminded you of how it always turns out whenever you do, but of course, with the influence of your friends, you did.

that's why now, you were hunched over this random front lawn, spilling out your guts from your mouth. your hair had already become it's victim before your boyfriend could pull it out of your way, holding it back as you continued to project your sick onto the grass.

" 'm sorryy~" you start, tears flooding your vision as you turn to look at his face, "i promise i didn't mean to."

sunghoon only smiled softly and rubbed your back gently with his free hand, placing a careful kiss on your back, "it's okay, darling, i know."

once your stomach had finally ceased to rejecting the alcohol, sunghoon scooped you up in his arms. he offered his greatest apologies to the house owners before he took you to the uber he had ordered whilst you had been throwing up.

the ride hadn't taken long, and once you arrived home, he took you straight to the bath.

he let the water run as he helped you remove you clothes, collecting them in his arms and throwing them in the laundry basket.

once the water had filled the bath and met the temperature he knew you were most comfortable with, he helped you climb in and sat you down gently.

he took himself to the head of the bath, him facing the back of your head. there, he began to wash your hair.

his hands soothed your scalp, massaging the shampoo into it carefully. they glided along the top of your head, the tips of his fingers pushing against it carefully, earning a soft sigh from you. "is this okay, baby?" he says in hopes of reassurance.

in return, he receives another sigh and a careful curl of your lips, "mhm, it's very nice." to which sunghoon chuckles softly and places a soft kiss of your shoulder, "i'm glad."

he continued to wash your hair, letting the conditioner soak in to the ends, and in the mean time, he watched as your features softened and you glided of into a much needed sleep, "i love you," he whispered as he kissed you hand that rested on the edge of the bathtub carefully, before returning to wash out the rest of the conditioner.

kim sunoo —

"hey baby, can i try something?" you ask your boyfriend, sunoo, sweetly.

"sure, love, what's up?" he responds with a touch of curiosity.

you quickly move to situate yourself on his lap, "so basically, my friend, whose boyfriend has straight hair, gave her boyfriend a bit of a makeover and curled his hair.. and i was wondering if i could do it to you too?"

to this, sunoo laughed quietly, before reaching out to your hair and fiddling with it between his fingers, "okay, baby, but only because i know you and how you'll be upset if i tell you no."

a smile grew across your face, "really?" you say, pulling him into a hug, "thank you, babyy~", continuing to squeeze him lovingly.

this is how sunoo found himself stuck in your vanity chair for almost an hour, his hair pinned into even sections, you behind him, hacking away at the curling iron in your hand, "you're going to look sooo good, baby, trust me," you reassured, pinching his cheek before planting a soft kiss on it.

"i'm sure i will," sunoo laughed, as you manoeuvred your way to the front of the chair so you could reach the front of his hair.

his hand found your waist, rubbing the clothes skin gently as you began to curl the fronts of his dark hair.

he looked up at you as your hands wandered through his locks, his face full of admiration and flourishing with love, "you look so beautiful, baby."

an appreciative grin blooms of your face, "i'm supposed to tell you that once i've finished your makeover," you say, your voice full of fake annoyance as you place your finger over his lips to silence him, then replacing it with a soft kiss.

pulling away just as sunoo went to deepen the kiss, you quickly exclaim "okay! all done," with a smug, knowing smile covering your lips. you run your hands through his hair to loosen the curls, before turning him towards the mirror to reveal his new look to himself.

"don't you just look so handsome," you say, boastfully, proud of your work.

"damn, this isn't actually too bad, baby. i expected worse."

your prideful face morphed into offence, "what do you mean, you expected worse? what's that supposed to mean?" your eyebrows furrowed, causing your boyfriend to laugh.

"i'm joking, baby," he said, turning the chair in order to pull you by the waist into a hug, "of course i knew you'd make me even more handsome than i already am."

"hmm, if you say so," you reply, popping a kiss on the top of his head.

yang jungwon —

you and your boyfriend love spending the day together, particularly when your out on walks, even more particular when you're doing a spot of shopping.

you'd been walking around, hand in hand, for the past few hours, and finally decided to find a café to sit in.

after walking for a few more minutes, you quickly point towards a rather cute sign hanging from outside a small building, "jungwon, look, this one looks nice!" you say as you begin to drag him towards the place, his low chuckle spilling out behind you.

your eyes widen as you see the window filled with delicious treats and pastries, you mouth watering at the sight, "this is the one," you turn to your boyfriend, "this is definitely the one."

"mm'yeah, it does look nice, let's go in, yeah?" he replies with a soft smile.

you pull him into the short line inside the café, blabbering on about the endless amounts of options provided by the café, explaining how difficult it is to choose.

"baby, you can get whatever you want," jungwon reassures, grabbing your face in his hands, "pick as many pastries as you want, however many drinks you want, i truly don't mind."

a smile grows on your face, slightly distorted as his hands are currently squishing your face in some sort of 'cuteness aggression' way, "reallyyy~"

"you know you can, baby," he reenforces.

after finally deciding what to get, you quickly order, jungwon letting the barista know what he wanted too, then pulling out his card and paying.

you go find a table whilst your boyfriend waits for the order and find a particularly nice one with soft, cushioned seats and a lovely view out of the window.

jungwon finds you by your large, pure smile and excessive hand waving, but he finds it cute anyway.

he sets down the tray filled with treats before looking up at you, noticing your hair being slightly out of place, "oh, baby, do you mind if i just.." he says as he reaches out towards your face.

"you know what.." he says as he moves towards your chair, "let me just quickly fix your hair for you, yeah?"

you look at him, confused but you allow him to continue on his self-assigned mission.

he takes the bobble from his wrist, the one he always keeps there just in the case that you ever needed one, ready to draw your hair into a ponytail.

he runs his hands along your hair and collects all of it. the windy weather outside mixed with him grabbing your face in a rather excited manner must've caused your hair to become messy, and he knew you'd be upset later once you realised without him mentioning it to you.

once he deemed your hair to be neat enough, he tied the hair tie around it, holding it in place, leaving you with a ponytail.

"there we go!" he exclaims with a kiss on your cheek, before returning to his seat opposite you, "you can tuck in now," he says as he gestures towards all of the sweet treats laid out in front of you.

you pat along the top of you head to figure out what he'd done. "the wind," he explains, knowingly.

to this, a sweet smile tugs at your lips, "ah, thank you," you say shyly.

nishimura riki —

all day long you'd been hunched in the corner of the sofa of your shared apartment, book in hand, nose buried deep inside of it. your boyfriend, riki, had long ago fallen asleep, his head on you lap and his legs drawn out across the rest of the couch.

your coffee filled mug sat at the side of you, growing cold as you had completely forgotten about it, being so invested in your book, the plot thickening with the turn of each page.

finally remembering, you reach over towards the coffee table in front of you, quickly remembering that there was a 6'2 man laid across you, the man in question groaning at the sudden movement before turning his head to face you, his eyes tentatively opening.

"sorry, baby," you offer apologetically.

instead of responding, he turns his face towards you, nuzzling against your body, humming as a way of accepting your apology.

you smile to yourself, yet again forgetting about your drink as you go back to reading your book.

some time later, you feel a light tug at your hair.

looking down at your boyfriend who was supposedly sleeping in your lap, you smile at him, but offer him a questioning look.

"just want to play with your hair.." he states tiredly, "keep reading, baby, i won't bother you."

you nod softly, placing a hand on his cheek and caressing it softly.

you turn back to your book once again, allowing your boyfriend to play with your hair.

his fingers run through the ends, fiddling with it between his fingers. he brings his other hand to your hair now, creating miniature plaits at the ends of your hair.

"your hair is so nice," he starts, his voice still weak, "it's so soft.. could play with it all day."

to this, you move your book from your hands and place it to the side of you, next to you mug, "yeah?"

"mhm" he responds, "i really like it... i really like everything about you."

his sudden sweet confession catches you off guard, but the blush that travels along your cheeks and the smile that widens on your lips tells him all the needs to know, "thank you, riki, that means a lot," you say, leaning down to place a soft, careful kiss on his lips, his hands still twiddling with your hair.

okay so this was my first piece of writing... i feel as though it's really bad BUT I'LL GROW i promise.

half of these just felt like absolute waffle, but i definitely aim to write better fics and drabbles as i continue writing.

also, this is not proof read as it took me FOREVER to write and so all i want to do is go make myself some food rn.

thank you for reading my first drabbles anyway!

lots of love <3

divider by @enchanthings

[realwon]

why is writing your first post so difficult. i'm trying so hard to think of ideas rn 💔