Genre: Fluff (VERY MUCH)
Jeno X Reader
Warnings: Some harsh language andd that's about itt (lemme know if there's moreee :DD)
Background: Your boyfriend asks you for a list on things you love about him but you weren't very sure of that idea as you find it hard on expressing your feelings towards him. Although, he had other plans.
heavily inspired by the song Chest Pain (I love) by Malcolm Todd, haha LMEW:P
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"Really? You can't name one thing you love about me?" Jeno exclaims as you chuckle in response. "Seriously, I love everything about you I just can't seem to narrow it down one by one!" You say before putting your phone down and facing him, lips slightly in a pout which makes you chuckle. You wait for his response but he was persistent on ignoring you. You sigh before talking, "Fine, I'll try to write it down for you. But don't be surprised I do bad." You huff out and you see Jeno's eyes light up and his lips forming into a smile as he tries to hide it which makes you laugh softly. "I won't I promise." He says before crossing his chest and raising his left hand, you chuckle at the sight before laying down comfortably. "Then, we better sleep, you wanna receive it tomorrow right?" His response was a slight nod with a big smile, making your heart quench at the sight of your beautiful boyfriend. You just can't seem to comprehend the fact that the guy you've been dreaming of since freshman year was beside you, sleeping. You pinch your self a few times thinking it was all just a dream, and you would wake up to your bed alone. But instead, you feel the pain of your fingers nipping your skin and Noah still on your bed sound asleep. "Maybe this isn't a dream after all." You whisper to yourself before facing him with a slight smile, knowing you'll see him again tomorrow with both of you having swollen eyes and puffy cheeks from your oh so good night sleep.
"Y/n, Y/n, c'mon now. Wake up!" You hear vaguely and you guessed it, it was your boyfriend Jeno. Desperate for your small little note. "Jeno, I swear to God if it's still 7 in the morning I am going to kill you--" "But it's 8 in the morning." He whines still shaking you from your sleep, you could tell he was doing this to annoy you, and boy was it working. "Fine! I'm up." He stands up before cheering and giving you kisses all over your face. You shoo his face away lightly before standing up and entering your bathroom, but he pulls you back to the bed with him. "What-- I thought you wanted to me to het ready--" "I change my mind, let's just stay like this for a while, okay?" You soften at his word before melting to his embrace. Giving you a sense of comfort and secureness to his touch, and you could feel your self getting lulled back to sleep. Maybe you could add this to the things you love about him.
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Fin
(HELLO EVERYONE OMG I MISSED THIS APP SM, LMEW my account got hacked a while ago so I needed to find a way to get it back ANDD also I got major writers block SO I HAD A LOT TO CATCH UP ON ESPECIALLY ON WRITTING HUHUUH,,,, anywayy I hope you loved this as much as I loved writing it haha.. LOVE YOU GUYS SO SO MUCHH, wish to not get writers block ever again cause IT IS HARD. Please stay hydrated luvs, and hopefully you get a good night/day><)
-Ria-
Per @crown-city-moogle need and my own here is some much needed fluff for our boys! Also tagging @mandakatt @kayterschmater @blossattic
Ignis: Rain and Car Cuddles
For once in the middle of the week Ignis had a day off. You often wondered how the Citadel got along without him for a whole 24 hours. You were able to do everything you wanted to do. Have breakfast at his favorite bistro which served the best Ebony in Insomnia, walk in the park and even go shopping. You looked on your phone to check the weather, but what you were reading and what was in the sky were 2 very different things. Clouds quickly came together to create the first low thunder rumble. Your eyes grew a bit. No one wants to have their clothes soaked for the heck of it!
“Hmm, seems our weather apps have failed us again, Darling. If go now we can make it to the car!”
Ignis took your hand and led you back to the vehicle. He took your bags and put them into the back seat as he opened the passenger door for you. He dashed to the driver’s seat and within seconds the sky opened up. You tried to see past the the dashboard, but the downpour made it impossible.
“Whoa, at least we made it! That would have been terrible…”
“I agree, Darling. We cannot risk driving in this weather. This gives us time for other things.”
Ignis pulled you close to him and started the car. With a comfortable temperature going he tunes the radio for melody of light jazz. With one arm around your waist he laces your fingers together with the other. He rests his head on yours as the pair of you sit comfortably together.
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Gladio: Ice and cream
Meeting your attractive boyfriend for lunch is quite the adventure. He usually has to stare at some guy to buzz off because of your beauty. After you scold him and roll your eyes he has to do something to make it up to you. Your go to is the ice cream shop. You go in there so often the owners know you by name. This day he really owed you. His only perk was his athleticism and using it for good. How? By saving a balloon for a distraught child. Of course, the mom asked for his name and number so she could thank him properly. You stepped in and played the ever impressed girlfriend. Alright, so he moved from ice cream sundae to just ice cream cone. Not a bad trade. Once in the shop you ordered your favorite flavor while your shield boyfriend ordered a triple scoop of chocolate. Now that you were seated you frowned at the much bigger man.
“You’re going to make a mess!”
“No, I’m not! Watch this!”
In true macho fashion you watched your boyfriend eat one of 3 scoops in a single bite. He smiled at you as he was so proud of himself!
“You’re going to get a brain freeze.”
“There is no such thing–URGH! Sweet Shiva that hurt!”
“Told ya.”
You happily ate your cone when something out the window caught your attention. Gladio took this as a chance to steal a bite. The familiar crunch brought you back to your bitten treat.
“Gladio! Are you taking my ice cream?”
The shield had his head turned to the side to hide any evidence of his crime on his face. He shook his head in reply to answer to your question.
“Oh yea? You wanna whistle for me??”
You knew this would get him! He shook his head again.
“You’re such a thief! Why didn’t you get this flavor instead of your usual?”
You saw him swallow and grab a napkin for his face.
"Thief is a bit harsh, Babe. Besides everything from you taste better. Water, food, kisses."
You rolled your eyes at his last remark. You could only snicker when he pulled you closer to his chest with an arm around your waist.
Summary: If you could, would you say yes to being a painter’s muse? On a day with much more time on your hands than usual, it was a striking sense of bewilderment as the photographer happened upon the painter on the hills. I wonder if you would say yes?
A/N: This one’s a little longer in length... Thank you for reading so far!
* Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader
* Word count: 1,178
* Genre: Fluff, Romance
* Warnings: None
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To your delight Jimin had finished up quicker than last time. You smiled happily as he gave you the thumbs up, his crescent-eyed twinkle lighting up his face as you headed back up the hill for the third time that day. Jimin chuckled as you photographed the moment, his arms waving up towards the camera to cover his face, both of your laughter’s singing around the both of you as you teased him.
Jimin had quickly looked towards his pocket, and in that moment of weakness, you took a candid shot of him reaching for his phone. He answered it with a puzzled look on his face, and you wondered what it could possibly be.
“Tae…Yeah, I’m finishing up here,” Jimin said slowly. He glanced at the canvas, eyes quickly flickering to you.
“Uh-huh. Yup. Text me the address. I’ll bring it over to you and Namjoon,” he hung up. A satisfied expression settling on his delicate features.
Confusion was probably written all over you, from the way you fidgeted with the camera, to you constantly shifting from foot to foot. Jimin stuffed his phone back into his pockets before talking to you.
“So…that was Taehyung. He’s another painter that is my best friend… Who Tae is, coincidentally I might add, friends with Namjoon who owns the gallery. Actually,” he coughed into the back of his hand, which you found cute, “I didn’t expect Namjoon to accept me because I’m friends with Tae but… I’m so relieved he did!”
You watched as Jimin packed up his paints, carefully setting the canvas on the grass, and neatly putting away his travel brushes. He was always so neat about everything; you admired that aspect of him. How he just effortlessly knew what to do.
“Jimin…so are you heading over there now?” Jimin replied with just a quick nod, distracted by packing everything into the backpack in front of him. The palette fitting easily inside, but you wondered what he’d do about the easel.
Is he going to carry that? You pondered.
“Do you want help then? You’re going to be carrying that easel far…” Jimin chuckled at your comment, looking up at you from the grass. Grinning. Hard to resist that grin.
“Do you know where Namjoon’s gallery is or something?” He laughed at your scowl, “I’m kidding, kidding!” Jimin blew out a quick huff as he lifted the bag over his shoulder. Slipping his arms easily inside the two holes and jumping up like a spring. Picking up the painting lying on the ground slowly.
“Well, if you really want to help, mind carrying the easel?”
You nodded enthusiastically.
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You didn’t think through this at all. It was a beautifully made easel, now that you saw it up close however. The cut of the wood smoothed out so well none stuck out that would dig into your hands as you picked it up; and it was good quality wood too! From what you knew about your limited knowledge. What you didn’t count on was how heavy the thing was! From your vantage point, Jimin was smiling like crazy; watching you tread carefully down the hill. Tip toeing quickly like in a game of ‘the floor is lava’.
“You sure you can handle that? We can switch if you want,” Jimin said while hopping down the hill. The painting in his grasp careful not to touch the wet paint.
“I’m okay, really!” You replied with a strained smile. He stopped, turning back to you. Jimin began to study you closer than before. Unconsciously, you were biting your lip; grip tight against the easel.
“Y/N, switch with me,” he urged in a serious tone, “You’re struggling. Let me carry it.”
“I can do it Jimin!” You bit back.
He didn’t take well to that, “I don’t want you to strain yourself, if it’s too much, ask for help. Okay?” Jimin said for the final time, “Switch with me.”
You huffed. Setting the easel down; Jimin swinging his bag to one shoulder. Transferring each other’s things. He smiled as you slipped the bag properly on yourself. Feeling the lightness of it. Jimin picked the easel up with ease, it being light for him rather than loaded.
The rest of the way to Namjoon’s gallery was easily done. Some small conversations in bite sized pieces was talked about. Questions like “How is your day going?”, “Have you ever painted the night sky?”, “What have you photographed recently?”
You got bold once and asked him, close to the gallery now, “Have you dated anyone recently?” Jimin laughed at the sudden question, and you had regretted asking it. But butterflies fluttered up into your chest at his answer.
“No…I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”
Could you ever think of being with me? Was what you thought when he said it.
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Namjoon waved the two of you inside the large space. Paintings covered in plastic to keep it protected as it was propped up against the walls; not yet ready to be hung.
“Jimin! Good to see you, have you finished yet?” Namjoon asked, and you saw his dimple smile. You thought it was cute.
Jimin just handed it to him. Namjoon looked him curiously. He took it away from Jimin, carrying it into the backroom. Treating it delicately.
“Well, I should head off now,” You said nervously.
“No! Stay!” Jimin shouted at your turning back, “I-I want you to stay and meet Tae…”
You chuckle, “Okay?”
Tae had showed up pretty fast after Jimin told you to stay. Which you didn’t mind much, since you got to see Jimin’s joking side. How they both easily spoke to each other. Topics flying left, right and centre. It was nice watching Jimin smiling so much, you loved seeing his crescent grins.
Taehyung had tried to engage with you too, but you were hesitant. Taehyung was nice though, he respected you when you shook your head when he asked to show you around Namjoon’s gallery. Smiling a boxy smile towards you anyways.
Jimin asked you to look around at least a bit, and you couldn’t resist. A pang in your heart at his pleads. He took your hand and walked around with you. Pointing out the artists he knew, and explaining what Namjoon was looking for in relating to ‘natural beauty’.
You really did want to ask him if he thought of you as beautiful. But you couldn’t do so in fear of his answer. Or none at all.
Yet you did ask, “Do you know anyone you think of as beautiful?”
He grinned, “Ahh, yeah I do.” Jimin looked off in fondness. I wish it was me…
Later on in the day, you said goodbye to Jimin, Taehyung, and Namjoon, who had emerged out of the back room after what he said was ‘tiding up’.
You smiled as you exited. Gleeful at the photos that you had managed to snap. The candid shots of Jimin and Taehyung laughing made you twinkle in delight.
HIIII I’m on winter break so I kinda feel like writing a lot of fluff since I have lots of time xD SOOO i’ll be writing fluff stories!!! :) They’re basically like my one shots, but they’re gonna be longer. <3
