concept yeah.. maybe, not really ・ gender netural reader + word count 494 genre fluff .. established relationship warnings mentions of : cuddling .. suggestive thoughts .. kissing — cred. to byhees for the cute layout
napping with roronoa zoro is a bad idea. in fact, it’s the worst scenario to end up in.
with sturdy arms that have been bronzed by years of honing his undeniable talent, he’ll weave one around your waist. as for the other? well, that’s probably fallen asleep too after hours of resting beneath your head.
(like arm, like owner—you humorously suppose.)
initially, you’ll whittle down time by staring at your dozing swordsman. out of all the looks you’ve witnessed him sporting in the past and present, you’ll definitely be confident in claiming tranquility’s his best. but as much as you want to continue staring at the living art, streaks of marigold and azure are beginning to blend beyond the broad horizon.
and here is where the catch begins.
silly you will think that escaping his grasp will be easy. after all, he sleeps like a log being carried by the ocean’s little waves. all you need to do is squirm a little, perhaps sprinkle a few kisses upon his calloused palms to warm him up a little. oh look at that, zoro’s eased his hold.
now that you’re on your feet, it’s best you go—
“come back to bed.”
the rich, raspiness of his voice echoes in your ear, accompanied by his gentle tug that puts you back where you began: wrapped up in his embrace. what a shame, you had managed to walk a few more centimeters away this time. (your previous record stood so weakly at eleven centimeters.)
“clover, we need to get up..” you try to convince him, but how can you do that when he’s tracing kisses across the crook of your neck? “..then they’re gonna make assumptions, and that’s a whole other mess i can’t handle on an empty stomach.”
this is where your suspicion arises.
there’s no more warm breath fanning across the spanse of your skin, or even a non-committal hum that merely ripples from the top of his chest. in fact, you can’t even hear the little snores he tends to make in between the steady thrums of his heartbeat.
you just never seem to learn, which is why it’s so easy for zoro to move you until you’re facing each other. (an impressive feat that’s taken at least five times to perfect; you fondly call it the hammroll. and while he calls it silly, he secretly likes the name of this special move. makes it feel like it belongs to only you and him.) the warmth you were looking for earlier? it’s right there, skimming your face as he leans in to kiss you.
but he won’t be satisfied with just one. no, before he dives in for another, he’ll make sure you hear him whisper, “let them guess. i’ll still have you with me afterwards.”
it's not such a bad idea, right?
daylight I'M ALIVE !!!!! is what i wanna say but my mental health's been going loop-de-loop so cue the awkward laughter- to the anon who requested this, thank you for taking a chance on me ♡
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the scariest part about being a writer? pouring your heart and soul into this one fic that has taken literal months to piece together only to have this sick feeling in your stomach like it isn’t going to be a hit. not because it isn’t good, no, it’s worthy of a pulitzer, but just because readers won’t interact.
this is my message to my readers and all the readers out there: interact with your writer’s fics. someone can leave a seven word compliment along with a reblog on one of my stories and i’ll think about it for days. writers, good writers, have stopped writing because of the lack of feedback they get. nobody should get the amount of support to the point where they feel it’s worthless to do the thing they’re doing.
pairing, gn! reader.. magic realism. genre, fluff. setting, non-apocalyptic. warning, adie spiraling just from one photo.. note, this can be read as a standalone or part two to this! @kimsohn and anon, this is for you ♥️
“you should be heading home soon.” namra comments, the subtle scent of disappointment dabbed on her words.
you hum; a sound of agreement. but with the way your fingers continue to thread themselves between her silky tresses, you’re not keen on the idea. besides, your house doesn’t provide the solace that namra offers.
she tilts her head up, seeking your reaction. you don’t skip a beat and offer, “ten more minutes, okay?”
“nothing more, nothing less?”
“it sounds like you want me to stay.” her nose scrunches, only to relax once you boop it. “i’m kidding, nana. i’d never intrude on your thoughts without your permission.”
and it’s true. when it comes to the angel whose head is cradled on your chest, legs tangled beneath the blanket that suhyeok’s partner had crocheted for namra’s birthday, her inner voice has never stood at the forefront of your mind. not for lack of trying, but as a symbol of trust.
there’s a new song playing on her laptop; its soft melody filling the room. it’s a piano cover, yet you still recognize the title and artist.
how could you not? after discovering bts was namra’s favorite artist, you listened to their songs over and over again until you swear you could sing the tracks in your sleep.
the chorus plays, yet it’s not her humming that joins along. instead, she shuffles up to rest her head next to yours and lay a question over the soothing melody. “if i did want you to stay a little longer, would you do it?”
it doesn’t require much thought. still, you take your time by rolling onto your side to face her properly. with one hand caressing her cheek, you kiss her forehead. there’s barely inches left between the two of you as you whisper, “for you, nana, i’d stay forever.”
content with your answer, she shifts closer to you and closes her eyes. you tap her side, giddy when she settles your arm around her waist. once again, your fingers dance along her back, mindlessly gliding across the ivory cotton.
and though you don’t mean to, not this quickly, you end up falling asleep. hopefully ms. choi doesn’t mind you staying for the night.
(she doesn’t, really—not after she accidentally walks in on your sleeping figures and catches the smile on her daughter’s face while she dreams of good things. the middle-aged woman knows you’re the reason behind it and frankly speaking, she too hopes the two of you will always be together.)
pairing, gn! reader.. best friends. genre, fluff. setting, non-apocalyptic. warning, sweet shy babie suhyeok. note, and she lives! this was requested so hey anon, thanks for sending this in ♡
suhyeok isn't sure when you lost interest in the movie. he just knows that you've stopped watching it because of his hand's sudden movements. and unless it has a mind of its own, he's not the one controlling it.
“what are you doing?”
concentrated on your ministrations, you mumble, “i'm comparing the sizes of our hands.”
confused yet unwilling to stop you, suhyeok decides to watch too. but his gaze isn't really zoned on the little nudges you make to align your hands as best as possible. yeah, it's actually on the way you scrunch your nose when you push a little too much.
also, is it too much to say that your tongue poking out slightly between your lips while you focus is cute? he'll ask namra about that tomorrow.
(not sure why he expects her to say anything new. no matter what he asks, her answers are consistent: confess already. at this point, she might just record it to save her voice the trouble.)
the hushed ooh that falls from your lips has suhyeok looking at your hands. judging by his red ears, it's something he quickly comes to regret. not in a bad way, he swears! it's just that..
did you really have to slip your fingers between the gaps of his own hand?
what makes it even worse for the shy boy is that you're holding his hand like lovers do. you know, fingers folded and sat upon his warm skin like an anchor—like you have no plan of letting him it go anytime soon.
despite the chaos that is taking place in him, he decides to do the same and act like it's normal. if you're not freaking out over it, then neither will he.. or so he's trying to convince himself.
he returns his attention to the movie, then sighs after a few minutes. glancing over at you, he asks, “can we change the movie?”
“please do, i've been waiting for you to ask that ever since we got past the first fifteen minutes.” you complain, to which he chuckles and leans over to grab the remote.
realistically, he could have made it easier for himself by taking his hand away from yours since that was the closest.
honestly, suhyeok would rather put a little strain on his muscles than give up one of the very things he frequently dreams about.
(hm, perhaps it's about time he follows namra's advice.)
Buddy anon here! I’ve been so busy with college but I finally had a moment to chill so I came here. I saw you posted the navillera fic and I really liked how it turned out. :) I wish I could come more often but college has me so busy!! :( Thank you for doing the song navillera justice.
hey buddy anon, it’s nice to see you again ! oh no, well i’m happy to see that you took some time to check out the navillera fic <33 i was so close to falling asleep when i decided to write it, especially since i kept hearing the song in my head, plus the m/v was vv adorable, i just had to base it on that-
regardless of how hectic college life can be, please don’t forget to take care of yourself !
cheongsan only comes to realize this once he's rolling down the pavement, clinging onto your arms for dear life. he does his best to skate by himself, but the attempts only lead him back to you. he swears that at some point, he almost fell into a split.
spotting a bench up ahead, you lead the nervous boy to it and help him sit down. he takes a deep breath, as if he had been holding it this whole time, and presses himself against the backrest. his eyes shut for a bit before he feels you poking his arm.
“you look cute,” is what you tell him after he sends you a questioning stare. “just like a baby duck who's learning to walk for the first time.”
he playfully scoffs. “more like baresu when the teacher calls on him to recite.”
“don't say that, he might suddenly appear to be the third wheel of our date.” you lightly smack his arm for good measure.
“ouch, i've been hurt! i don't think i can skate anymore..”
cheongsan doesn't have the courage to tell you yet: your laughter is a trigger for the butterflies in his stomach. even though they tickle him so much, he doesn't want them to leave. he doesn't ever want you to leave.
after a few more minutes of recuperating, you stand up and gently tug your date's hand. “come on, let's get back on track!”
even if he wants to whine, he doesn't say anything. even if he feels like he's definitely going to split this time, he doesn't hold down his weight. even if he knows that he'll look so silly clinging onto you, he doesn't let go of your hands.
because if that's what it takes to keep you happy, he'll let you lead him to wherever. (though, if you're taking suggestions, he wants you to lead him to forever.)
