Affection ⇒ I think she wouldn’t be super affectionate but she would have a hand around your shoulder and vise versa.
Beauty ⇒ Hands. She loves to play with your hands and finger. Especially if you wear rings, she will slide those up and down your fingers.
Cuddles ⇒ I feel like it depends. If she’s had a rough day at work, she would like to be held but if she had a good day, maybe when you’re going to sleep.
Domestic ⇒ I think she would be pretty domestic. Like waking up to you in the mornings and making breakfast together while giggling is something she holds dear to her.
Equal ⇒ A very equal relationship. Neither one of you dominates everything and both of you can come to a consensus with things like dinner.
Fiance(e) ⇒ It’s a very big possibility but not for a couple years or so. It’s not on the top of her list right now, but it’s definitely on there. If she wanted you to propose, she would straight tell you that she’s wants to get married eventually.
Gentle ⇒ A very gentle person. I can’t see her getting mad or accidentally hitting you when she laughs. I think she would be very aware of where you are so she doesn’t hurt you.
Hugs ⇒ A hugger but really only in the mornings. If you’re both up and getting ready for work/school, she will not leave without at least a hug.
Inspiration ⇒ With her writing lyrics occasionally, I would say that some of your moments together definitely inspire songs, sometimes she just writes things down and it usually about you and your relationship together.
Jealousy ⇒ A not very jealous person. She can acknowledge that someone has something she wants but that just pushes her to work harder towards it. With you, she trusts you a whole lots so hardly any jealousy. If she does get jealous, she’ll tell you right away.
Kisses ⇒ A kiss on the cheek kinda gal. Not too much affection but just enough that makes her feel especially loved. Though if you do kiss on the lips, it’s definitely worth it. Passion will pour through it and she will let you that she’s in love with you.
Love Confession ⇒ Says it more than shows it. She says it before you get in the shower, leave for work/school, going to bed. It’s her favorite sentence to say out loud.
Mornings ⇒ Making breakfast together with music on in the background while occasionally dancing together. A lot of I love you’s are whispered during this time.
Nights ⇒ Sleeps a whole lot because schedules suck especially early morning ones so whenever she can get uninterrupted sleep, she will take the opportunity.
Open ⇒ An open person I’d say. She’s not opening up on the first date but if you were friends before, you knew of some secrets she had but once you start to date, she wouldn’t keep a secret from you unless ifs for you birthday, if you celebrate it, or your anniversaries but she’ll apologize afterwards.
Patience ⇒ A patient person. Not the most patient but definitely one that has a whole lot. It would take a lot to tick her off.
Quizzes ⇒ I think she would remember a lot about you. Like your favorite character on your favorite tv show and your go to drink anywhere. I think learning more about you is her favorite thing.
Remember ⇒ Her favorite memory is you meeting her dog. The way her puppy just instantly accepted you made her feel as if you were apart of her family even more.
Security ⇒ A 50/50. She likes to be protected occasionally and sometimes she likes to be the protector.
Try ⇒ She would put a lot of effort into things, especially learning about you. She likes to plan out dates and anniversaries but sometimes likes to be the one who doesn’t plan it.
Ugly ⇒ Someone who automatically goes to violence. She doesn’t want someone who will hit a wall and dent it when something goes wrong.
Vanity ⇒ She focuses on it more when shes in idol mode but when it’s just the two of you, she doesn’t put a lot of effort into it. She knows that you love her for who she is.
Whole ⇒ Yes and no. Sometimes she knows she would feel better with you around but sometimes she wants to be left alone for a bit.
Xtra ⇒ She loves to wear matching things wether it’s jewelry or hoodies, if you both match even colors, her day is made.
Yuck ⇒ Maybe her clumsiness? I’m not too sure, but if she does end up hurting herself a lot, it’s definitely not your favorite thing in the world.
Zzz ⇒ Likes to know your there in some way. Wether it be if you snore or even just a hand on her, it lets her know that you’re safe and sound.
Everglow Aisha x fem!reader
words: ~1.8k
genre: fluff, Idol AU
warnings: suggestive
moved from @sxcret-garden
Desc.: You’re a trainee at Everglow’s company, and you used to train with them, but in the end you didn’t get picked to debut with them, so you’re still stuck as a trainee. Meanwhile your girlfriend Yoorim never left you behind and she’s still cheering for you to make your debut too one day.
You look yourself in the huge mirror in front of you, your tied up hair having gotten a bit messy and your chest rising and sinking. There’s a layer of sweat covering you from practicing for hours. Behind you, there’s a second trainee packing her things and drinking the last gulp of water out of her bottle.
“Then I’ll be off!” she announces. “You should come home soon too. It’s past 2 a.m.!” You send her off and nod, though you’re planning on staying here for at least another hour, and when the door closes behind the younger girl, you’re finally alone. You too make your way to your bag to wipe your face with a towel, and then you walk over to the stereo to turn the music back on. You return to the middle of the room and keep dancing, paying attention to every single little detail as your body goes through a dance routine you’ve done countless of times over the years. You don’t notice someone opening the door and coming inside until the song ends and you hear a lone person cheering for you.
“Y/N, you’re doing great!” she shouts from across the room before approaching you.
“Aisha,” you call out to her, “what are you doing here this late at night?” She would’ve answered your question right away, if she didn’t become extremely flustered by the way you just called her.
“Why are you using my stage name? That’s weird between us…” she states, almost mumbling, and you have to smile at her reaction. Then she holds out the two plastic cups in her hand that, judging from the logo printed on them, she got from the nearby coffee shop. “Which one do you want?” They’re both sweet drinks with lots of ice, and you point at the one with a pink-ish color.
“Grapefruit?” you guess and Yoorim nods. “Then I’ll take the other one.” Knowing it’s a flavor she likes, you choose the other drink.
She makes you take a little break and you both sit down in the middle of the room. She isn’t supposed to be here, as this practice room has been designated for the trainees only, but if it’s this late at night nobody will mind the two of you being here together. You two used to train together and eventually you watched her make her debut, while you didn’t get chosen for the new girlgroup. Now ever since then you’ve been stuck here, continuing your journey as a trainee. Some would say you’re lucky that the company even took you in and kept you until now, but your frustration levels are rising, the longer your future stays uncertain.
“Wanna try this?” Yoorim tears you out of your thoughts, holding out her drink. “You’d like it too,” she adds. You take a sip from the pink liquid and feel the sweetness spread in your mouth. It makes you smile, so you nod to show your appreciation for the taste.
“It’s good,” you say.
“Right?” she responds. You let her try your own drink as well, before putting it on the ground next to you and getting up. The other girl questions, “You’re not gonna keep practicing, are you?” You reply with a stern look.
“I need to,” you say. “Or I’m never gonna make my debut.” Yoorim sighs and frowns at your words. She gets up and stands behind you, putting her hands on your shoulders.
“I know it’s hard on you…” she starts talking, but hesitates.
“So?” you utter. You’re prepared for her making up an excuse on why you weren’t able to debut yet, and just the thought of it turns your mood sour. You’re done with making up excuses. All you have left now is to work as hard as possible. But to your surprise she says something else.
“There’s a rumor that the company wants to cut down on trainees soon… I heard they want to sell some of you to other companies,” she speaks the uncomfortable truth, but if you think about it, that might not be such a bad thing after all.
“Well… maybe I’ll be able to go to a company that’s willing to let someone like me debut,” you say. “Because I’m sick of this…” It’s not that you dislike being a trainee. You remember well the first time you entered the company and how everything was so new and exciting to you. You didn’t mind the strict rules or the competition, because your motivation always gave you a big advantage. It would give you the strength to stay up well into the night to practice, and it gave you the optimism you needed to avoid thinking about the what if’s. Failure was never an option, and so you were always among the highest ranking trainees during the monthly evaluation, but somehow in the end you did fail to debut.
However, there’s another reason why you could always pull through no matter what. The first time you saw Yoorim was during one of your first evaluations. When you watched the other girls walking into the room you saw that she was among the tallest, but that’s not the only thing you noticed her for. Her stunning beauty left you speechless, and the fierce look in her eyes when she performed a small dance to showcase her skills fascinated you. Just like her shyness when you first talked to her after that. She became someone you looked up to, someone you wanted to be a bit more like and also someone you wanted to surpass, before you noticed another kind of feeling that grew everytime you saw her. And before you noticed time passed in the blink of an eye, she debuted, but never left you behind. She came to see you during your extra hours of practice many many times before, just like she did now.
“Don’t say that,” she answers. You feel her warm breath in your neck as she speaks.
“What if… in the end nobody wants me?” you finally put the doubts that have been circling in your mind for weeks now into words. You feel safe to tell her, and finally you have the courage to admit to yourself that maybe this time you could fail. “What if I’m not good enough? Or not pretty enough? What if I don’t dance or sing well enough, or if I never end up having good chemistry with a group of other girls?”
“Y/N,” she calls out your name and takes a step to the side. You feel her placing her index finger under your chin, tearing your gaze away from the mirror and turning your head so you face her. “You’re good at what you do. I say that because it’s true. I know that one day you too will be able to debut and stand on the same stage as me. I don’t know when that is, but it will happen.” You almost lose yourself in her serious but kind expression. Something about her words makes you think how reliable she seems. And when her gaze drops to your lips, you shut your eyes and you feel her kiss you.
“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” you whisper after you two part. “What if someone comes in…?”
“It’s past 2 in the morning, Y/N. Who’s gonna catch us?” she reassures you, her voice soft, and you must agree that somebody walking in on the two of you seems highly unlikely.
“You’re right,” you breathe, before letting her kiss you again. You sense the emotions deep in your heart that you feel everytime you two are together. You really don’t see each other often enough.
You turn your body towards her fully, and you put your arms around her, bringing one hand up into her hair. She’s taller than you, so you have to tilt your head up to kiss her, but it’s not a bad thing. You quite like your height difference. It makes you feel safe when she holds you.
“Are you sure you’re gonna practice more?” Yoorim asks in between kisses.
“Yeah.” You can’t say any more than that, before your lips meet again. She moves her lips against yours smoothly, but you feel the hunger behind her kiss. When she releases you, she furrows her brows and you find a slight pout on her face. She brushes back a strand of hair that freed itself from your ponytail while dancing earlier.
“Don’t you wanna come with me? Spend some time with your girlfriend?” The tone in her voice isn’t the only thing that tells you how much she misses you.
“It’s the middle of the night…” you say, taking her hands into yours. You avoid looking her in the eyes while you entwine your fingers with hers. You don’t want to see the hurt you’ll cause her to feel in just a second. “You should get some sleep. I’ll stay here another hour or so.” The room is silent for a while. You know she hates this about as much as you do, but she also knows how serious you are about your practice. However, you expect her to get mad, because it wouldn’t be the first time. Instead she surprisingly keeps her composure, and she takes a deep breath before leaning in and placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Then let’s practice together,” she offers and you raise your eyebrows.
“Really?” you ask and you watch her nod.
“We haven’t danced together properly in a while, so… let’s have a little dance battle, what do you say?” You find a certain fighting spirit in her eyes, like a flame being lit up, and you feel like you just fell in love with her all over again because of that expression. At the same time it makes you want to win, so you can’t stop your lips from curling up into a challenging grin.
“Then what are you waiting for? Let’s make some space!” You run over to the stereo to put on some music to dance to, while Yoorim puts away your half-finished drinks.
“I won’t go easy on you, just so you know!” she shouts at you, and you turn on one of the playlists you usually practice to. Then you return to the middle of the room where she’s waiting for you, already warming up a bit.
“I’m not expecting you to,” you say when you stand right in front of her, and you get on tiptoes to place a kiss on her lips. “Winner buys the other dinner?” you suggest. Yoorim returns your kiss, and she makes you feel the burning passion from her own unwillingness to lose to you.
“I know something better,” she whispers, putting her hands on your shoulders and letting her fingers dance down your skin. “If you win, I owe you dinner.” You find another spark in her eyes, before she starts dancing for you. “And if I win, you’re coming over to my place.”
anon request: Mafia Everglow reaction to their gf doing something unintentionally cute
hope you like it! i just got this request this morning and i LOVED this idea haha mafia! au’s make me weak xx.
E:U
She keeps the fact that you’re making her melt inside to herself
You were both in a meeting, and acting as the mafia boss, she has to keep her composure at all time
But when you see a spider crawl across the floor and you lift your feet up at the speed of light, she has to turn her back on the group to hide her smirk
She walks over and squishes it for you with her heel, as her hand softly brushes against your back to comfort you
Sihyeon
You were walking throughout her base, just pacing back and forth, trying to decide if you wanted hot chocolate or a pumpkin spice latte
Watching you pace was cute in and of itself, but what really made Sihyeon’s stone heart flutter was when you tripped over your own feet and hearing your embarrassed giggles as you recovered
At first she tried to hold in her laughter, but she couldn’t and she jumped up to give you a big hug while laughing loudly
You made this stressful job a lot more bearable with things like this
Mia
Her outer presence is bold and dangerous, but you know that she’s such a softy behind closed doors
She was having a bad day, so you decided to surprise her with her favourite take-out meals in her office
You left her a note, which you didn’t think was that cute, but Mia definitely thought so
She’s kept that note for years, and she smiled the whole way through the meal, promising you then and there that she would give you the world
Onda
Even as a mafia member, Onda herself does cute shit on the daily
She always likes to bring you into work to spend extra time together, and you’ll bring your own stuff to do while she’s working
When you two are walking down the hall you accidentally drop your work all over the floor and let out a fake sob, she can’t help but coo over you
She HAS to kiss your cheeks sorry I don’t make the rules before helping you pick up your stuff
She doesn’t care if she’s seen smiling at her girlfriend, she loves you
Aisha
She had just come from a hard mission, and missed you so much that she almost couldn’t stand it
When she arrives at your apartment, she was greeted with you singing her name, doing a little happy dance as you came down the hall
She laughed at your excitement and her hands go to your face to pinch your cheeks before kissing you softly
You were just trying to make her laugh, not thinking this would be as cute as it was, but everything you do is cute to Aisha
Yiren
Her eyebrows raise when she hears your squeals from the kitchen
Obviously as a member of the mafia, her first thought is that something bad is happening - you’re being kidnapped, or shot, or anything else she can think of in the .5 seconds it takes her to get to the kitchen
But once she sees that you were just excited that your favourite meal was almost ready, she breathes a sigh of relief and can’t help but smile alongside with you
Her fear and anxiety melts immediately once with you
summary; you try to find your escaped cat ham but someone tries to stop you and things get ✨ spicy✨ (but not too spicy)
diddly darn ham had to do it again. your stupid cat had to go and get himself lost in the dark, sketchy alleyways around your apartment.
technically, you weren’t even supposed to have a cat, but times are tough and you need something to cuddle at night.
and ham wasn’t just an ordinary cat. he was a dumb one. your favorite kind. even though sometimes you slightly regretted rescuing him from the side of the road (you really didn’t, although you told him that sometimes when he was a bad noodle) he was still your best friend, and you were going to find him even if it killed you.
there was, of course, an alley right next to your apartment block. which means a dark, intriguing place to hide. a cat’s paradise.
sighing, you walk not-so-fearlessly into it, checking behind your shoulder constantly. you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. it’s probably just adrenaline, you think to yourself, but still shiver.
“ham!” you sound so dumb doing this, “hammie! c’mere my little cooked piggy, you fat, loveable chunky chunk.”
you pause, hoping to hear a pathetic meow from some box in a corner somewhere. nothing happens.
“i have tuna!” you say like you’ve just found the cure to cancer.
still nothing.
a creak sounds from above you. you look up. your bones pop with how fast you did it. yet you see nothing.
all at once, a black figure breaks out from the shadows. in a whirlwind of movement, your back hits the wall and a masked face stands above you, pinning you to the dirty concrete behind you with a knife against your throat.
“who are you, and what are you doing in my alley?” a venomous voice comes from behind the mask. you relax a bit, realizing it’s female. then you tense again, remembering that you are technically in a life situation. and the gay panic sets in because girl with knife
“finding my cat,” you gulp, “and i’m y/n.”
“your cat,” the woman deadpans.
“yes. uh, his name’s ham, have you seen him anywhere? he always gets out and comes over here, but i never find where his hiding spot is. you know how cats are, you’re looking for them and then suddenly, boom! they appear out of-”
the masked figure steps back, pulling her knife away from your throat.
“ham? that’s the name of your feline?” she asks, obviously disgusted.
“yes, he’s a big boi and i thought the name would really fit him. i knew when i got him that he’d end up being an old, fat cat and-”
your world turns upside down and your back hits a hard surface again. you grimace, knowing bruising will form soon enough.
the woman’s face is closer than you expect, and you flinch back as she menacingly whispers, “don’t call a feline fat ever again.”
you’re speechless. partly for the fact that an extremely agile woman clothed in a skin-tight leather bodysuit currently has you pinned beneath her, and you feel incredibly tiny and helpless. (it also doesn’t help that her leg happens to be resting against a spot between your thighs that is particular sensitive)
and partly to the fact that someone, no matter how sinister and terrifying, is annoyed that you called your furball fat.
you stare up at her masked face, and then your eyes catch something resting on top of her head.
cat ears.
“you- you have cat ears.”
“yes,” is all she says.
“can you let me up now, uhh, what’s your name?” you fidget nervously.
“not until you apologize for insulting a feline.”
“look lady, i rescued ham off the side of the road when he was near death i think i deserve to call him fat. it was in an endearing way. and besides, being fat isn’t a bad thing.”
the woman squints at you. “you make good points,” she says, “and you seem to be a person of good character.”
she pushes herself off you, and you uncomfortably stand up, brushing off your clothes and looking at her.
she’s about to walk away from you, but then she turns around and asks, “did you really save ham?”
she sounds close to tears. cats must really have an effect on her.
“yes, i saw him on the side of the highway so i stopped my car and ran to go grab him. i think someone was about to call the fuzz on me but we made it to the vet before anything bad happened. now he’s mine, even if he doesn’t act like it with all the running away he does.”
she continues to look at you. then, a sharp whistle sings through the air. ham appears out of a gutter and comes running over to the woman, rubbing against her legs and purring.
“brat,” you mutter to yourself as you watch him coddle a woman he’s never met in his life, “evil ham slice. ignorant munchkin.”
the woman picks up your cat and carries him over to you, reaching out to place him in your arms. you happily accept him, albeit a little shocked by her sudden care.
“i’m catwoman to most. but to you, valiant ham-savior, i am aisha.”
and with that, aisha disappears swiftly into the shadows.
you met at a hotel in the bahamas, in the little club thingo they had for people who couldn’t drink but were above 18
you struck up a conversation with her while playing one of the arcade games
you lost horribly because you were a bit distracted by the pretty girl next to you
she still complimented you though:) she’s so sweet
you ended up hanging out together for the rest of the night
at one point you made her laugh so hard she started crying
poor eunji
you keep seeing each other at the hotel
and your friend groups that you travelled with have of course been told about the night at the club and have made it their mission to get you guys together
it’s awkward at first
but the absolutely delectable buffet brunch serves as a great topic of conversation whenever things get quiet
you had to shove your friends out of the picture for a day to spend time with her
because you know when you meet someone you like and get that jealous. rushed feeling and want them all to yourselves?
yeah
you and eunji in a nutshell
however, your friends are more than happy to give you two some alone time and head to another beach, raising their eyebrows aggressively as they leave
the basics;
saying she’s clingy is an understatement
is hit with random urges to smoosh you into a hug and clumsily falls over you in an attempt to smother you
sagittarius venusians have a clumsy but cool way of expressing love
like it’s an attractive way of being dumb and chaotic around each other
shows off 24/7!
wants to impress you and receive compliments ):
wants to have magical moments with you and prepares a bunch of aesthetic dates
and i mean aesthetic
like searches through social media for the magicalest, most enchanting ideas she can find
which we’ll get to in the headcannons (:
shows her affection aggressively
in her mind, she’s the one who takes control of matters in the relationship, but in reality she feels safer letting you do things first and then she follows
it depends on how far you are into the relationship though, and what time of day it is
in the dark she’s more impulsive and spontaneous, while during the day and she follows your example more
but do not bring it up!
she does not like it if people call her a follower, and she takes pride in her leadership qualities
if you want to keep eunji happy, make sure to tell her about authentic qualities that make her her
but don’t label her too much
please describe her in worldy terms, and don’t box her in
but also give her security and safety
just understand her
this sounds so complicated but eunji needs it all
will tell you what she wants though, her aries moon causes her to be upfront about her emotional needs
won’t keep secrets from you
resolves conflict in a round-about way however
it might take her a while to apologize or find a solution, as she has to deep-think about the whole situation and find all the hidden meanings behind it
but once she does that, she’ll bring it up and be so understanding of how you feel and incredibly selfless about the whole situation
on the inside she is most likely looking for your apology too though
as anyone would be
isn’t huge on typical romantic affection
more like falling all over each other and more natural physical touches rather than planned out ones
headcannons;
so getting into eunji’s thoughtful dates ideas...
one of the first outings you went on together was a trip to a drive-in movie
you went to see mean girls because reasons
reasons being it was one of the only ones being shown and both of you wanted to see a movie that you had seen before in order to make more time for snuggling and whispering to each other
you made it through nine whole minutes of the movie before you flopped on eunji’s chest, making her “uf” and then stared at her
you raised your eyebrows at her
she tried not to laugh and almost spit on your nose trying to contain herself
proceeded to laugh even harder at that and had to push you off in order to not die of suffocation from your head
you kept making each other laugh and combust from trying not to make noise and disturb the other movie-goers who were probably in the same situation as you to be honest
the two of you quieted down after a while, and you ended up cuddled into eunji’s chest while she stroked your head
so wholesome i’m crying
onto the next date-
this once consisted of returning to the hotel where you met because memories!
both of you ended up crying and confessing your love to each other about a thousand times because you guys are emotional messes and are way too attached
tries to sweet-talk the life-guard into letting both of you go down a one-person slide together because you were too scared to do it alone
they didn’t let you
which wasn’t too disappointing, as eunji would most likely yell in your ear and cause you to scream even more
you stuffed yourselves at the same brunch bouffet
and then at dinner too, with a delightfully weird mix of food- chicken fried rice, sausage pizza, snickerdoodles, one (1) carrot, and a massive fruit kebab
and a fortune cookie too
you kept trying to eat eunji’s hair because it “tastes like sodium yummy!”
she retaliated and tried to consume your’s, but missed and bit your ear instead
in a very unsexy way
luckily it didn’t bleed
but eunji still cooed over you and babyed you for the rest of the day
she didn’t let you eat her salty hair though ): said it was “too dangerous for a wee child like you”
petnames;
pumpkin-
used by both of you, but mostly you
she gets so flustered and it’s the cutest thing you have ever seen in your life
she put her hand over her mouth, blushed, and said, “pumpkin?” in the voice-crackiest voice the first time you called her it
both of you melted to say the least and collapsed onto each other
losing control of body limbs seems to be a reoccurring theme in your relationship hmm
child-
used by her of course
calls you this whenever she needs you to do something and doesn’t feel like using you know, your actual name
from across the store- “child! would you like tostitos or would you prefer to indulge on a whale-sized can of beans?”
