Summary: Small talk in the middle of the night with your boyfriend.
Sorry for any spelling or grammatical mistakes that you might find.
It has been two days since you asked Sehyoon if he wanted the same as you: becoming your valentine. Not that you all needed any official statement, on the contrary, you both enjoyed how everything could develop slowly yet steadily. Your relationship felt like city pop playing late at night. However, you called him 'boyfriend' now.
By the way, It was 2 AM and the slumber could not find you, so you texted him just for a try. You pressed the send button and hugged your legs, folded like shrimp immersed in cold waters. You did not expect Sehyoon to answer, but your mobile did not take much to buzz on your pillow.
"Does my baby girl have insomnia?"
He was so awkward with pet names, so freaking adorable. You suddenly felt warmer under the blanket, as if he had just wrapped you with his robust yet gentle body.
"I do :( Why are you also up, Seh?"
"I was painting just a while ago, like a troubled artist. Can I call you?"
Perhaps he was the best boyfriend ever. Before his suggestion, you actually wondered how it would be to listen to his voice in the darkness of your room. He was the best boyfriend despite not being able to ask if you wanted to be his girlfriend. That was what got you taking the next step instead of him. Sehyoon was shy but he had been there for you for months. He ended up kissing you in the park near the lake after you both stayed silent for more than five minutes. Your first kiss in your secret place.
"Ain't I disturbing you, honey?" you asked. That was how you answered the call. No hello or hi.
"Not at all" he stated with a smile in his voice.
You recalled those numerous kisses that you shared after the first one. Your lips appeared to mutually attract way too frequently to be ignored.
Your eyelids started feeling heavy.
"I wish I was there, with you" he resumed since you got lost in your thoughts, which made the call become mute.
"Oh" you gasped, everything was surprising in that very beginning. "I wish the same. That's why I texted you"
"Should I... mm" he pondered for a second but you anticipated what he was about to say very avidly. "Come over and sleep with you anytime?"
"Oh my god, please!" you exclaimed shaking off the precious slumber just a little.
I normally don't request but I hope this helps some people. Could you do some creeps with a s/o with cystic acne? It's painful and it scars up faces/chest/back. I have it and I know how it makes me feel, so I just kinda want people to know that yes, it's fine to acne. Even if it's not as talked about. Thank you. - Willow
I've had bad acne for a lotta years as well, and I totally agree with you!! Acne is a very normal thing and no one should ever be ashamed of it or shame people for it!!
And if you do shame someone for it, well then you're a:
･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* huge fucking dick *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ
Creeps w/ an s/o with cystic acne
Toby
Toby bairly even noticed his s/o's acne.
He believes entirely that their ance doesn't detract from their beauty/handsomeness whatsoever.
And he tells them so, insisting that they'd look just as lovely with or without it.
"Anyone that can't see past specs on your face is as shallow as a gold digger with the richest man in the world as a husband."
Hoodie
Hoodie likes to remind his s/o that he doesn't care about their acne at all.
He does this mainly through physical affection. Ance wont stop him from kissing them, acne wont stop him from cuddling with them, and acne definitly wont stop him from loving them.
He'll always remind his s/o to stop picking at their face, whether verbally or by gently lowering their hands from their face.
If necessary:
Hoodie will also remind them to keep a constant routine.
He'll tell them to wash their face/use their products day and night, and pester them if they decide they're too lazy.
He'll aggressively support them on their journey to clear skin.
Clockwork
Natalie was the type to geniunely not even find an issue with their acne...inf fact, she barely even noticed it at all.
But she does understand how it makes them feel,
So what she does is remind them of a lot of things
For one: she doesn't care about their acne, and as their adoring girlfriend, her opinion is very, very important, and two: no one should be shaming them at all...because acne is the most normal shit in the world!!
And if they are shaming them, she'd reassure her s/o that she'd beat their asses.
She also sometimes takes the route of extreme affection. Smothering them with love and appreciation until they can't even think about what they were worried about. She distracts them with anything she can.
After Part 1 Delphine decides to get some breakfast.
“Oh my God- Oh my god!” Felix yelled as the door slid shut. “You did not.”
Cosima sat up blinking the sleep out of her eyes. “Wha- shit. Felix.” She looked at the empty space next to her in the bed, her throat went dry.
“Cosima what the hell? Did Delphine and you...” he stood by his metal door, not sure whether to laugh or yell.
“Delphine?” Cosima looked up, searching the room with her eyes and ignoring Felix.
“Yeah, Delphine. You know, the french one who you just shagged in my bed.”
She looked around the apartment, even though she knew that if Felix hadn’t seen Delphine already it was likely she wasn’t in the apartment.
Cosima felt fear, betrayal, anger. Not again. Not now.
“Cosima, where is Delphine?” Felix asked after seeing Cosima searching the apartment with her eyes, the sheet of the bed held tightly to her chest.
“I don’t...” Cosima hugged the sheets around herself, She was so cold now. Her voice froze and she couldn’t complete her sentence.
“I swear to God if that french worm thinks she can do it again.” Felix mumbled under his breath.
The metal door slid open and a voice cooed, “Ma cherie, I’m back.” Delphine slid back into the apartment. Cosima choked back a loud sigh of relief, and Felix spun around quickly. “Oh, Hello.” Delphine said to Felix.
Cosima saw the small brown bag in Delphine’s hands, “What is that?”
“I thought you’d be hungry so I, uh, I got us breakfast.” Delphine smiled and looked over at Felix, “I didn’t think we would have any other people so I only got two...” her sentence trailed off.
Felix smirked, “Don’t mind me. I’ve got other people to see.” he strutted over to his dresser, pulling out a few articles of clothing. “Peace out, by the way no eating in the bed.”
Cosima snorted as felix walked to the door, Delphine looked around confused, the last thing felix heard as the door closed was Delphine, “Cosima, what does he mean?”
“Nothing, Delphine.” Cosima bit down on her lip to keep from laughing, “So what did you get?”
“Oh- oh! Yes! I got us, c’est... c’est... coffee cake?” She spoke slowly remembering the word in english.
“They have coffee cake in France ” Cosima reached her hand out helplessly from the bed, “Delphine, come here.”
“Felix said no eating in his bed so just come over to the table.” she motioned at the dining room table.
“Delphine, Felix didn’t mean it like ‘we can’t eat in his bed’” Cosima laughed, “Now come here.”
“Cosima if he yells at me again, it’s your fault.” Delphine hopped up the stairs and walked over to the bed, placing the bag of food beside cosima, she stroked Cosima’s cheek softly before moving back to the pile of their clothing on the floor and removed her jacket and shoes.
She began to walk back towards the bed and Cosima spoke, “I mean you can get comfortable.” Cosima’s eyes looked Delphine up and down. studying her curves. Delphine wondered if she knew what it felt like to be under Cosima’s microscope. She wondered if last night, with Cosima all over her, with being all over Cosima, if that was like being Cosima’s test subject. She knew also Cosima had had a regrettably less fun time as Delphines test subject long before Delphine had become hers.
Comfortable. To Delphine that now meant being pressed up against Cosima. Hearing Cosima breathing. Hearing Cosima’s laugh. Seeing her smile, and bite her lip and her furrowed brow. If I could kiss you forever, until the universe collapses and the stars stop shining, nothing would stop me. Rain nor wind. Sun nor moon. Sickness nor death. They could tie me to the bottom of the ocean, in chains that weigh more than the titanic, They could separate us across the universe, across time and still I would come back to you Cosima, I will always come back to you. Delphine stood there and those words ran through her head as she stared Cosima directly in her eyes. Just make her see. Make her see, and she will know, and you’ll be forgiven. She did not speak, but instead moved her hands to the bottom of her shirt, tugging lightly at the material, it flew off her torso and over her head.
She was still staring at Cosima directly, but Cosima’s eyes were staring at other parts of her, at all of her at once. The sheets that Cosima had had covering her chest were now forgotten, Cosima’s chest was exposed and flush and Delphine wanted to kiss her and touch her and forget about breakfast, but instead Delphine touched the edge of her jeans, she searched for the button without looking, she was quickly stepping out of her jeans and walked over to the bed where Cosima sat, mesmerized. “Scoot.”
“Hm?” Cosima blinked quickly reminding herself to look Delphine in the eyes.
“Scoot over.”
“Oh, oh yeah, sorry.” Cosima scooted to the left side of the bed, her eyes never left Delphine, now in her underwear.
“So, you want some breakfast?” Delphine plucked the bag that cosima had pushed over with her to the other side of the bed off of the bed and onto her lap.
“I would, yes.” Cosima smiled quickly, and looked down at the space between them in the bed, Delphine could feel it too, the space. Both of them waited for the other to move closer as Delphine unfolded the top of the brown bag. She reached her arm in and pulled out one slice of coffee cake that had been stuck in a tinier brown bag.
She unwrapped the slice and bit into it, Cosima stared at her and watched her eat, “You okay?” Delphine said through a bite of cake.
“It’s- it’s nothing, you’re just, I don’t know, you eat differently now, you move differently.”
“I do?” Delphine turned to look at Cosima, but found herself staring more at Cosima’s chest when she intended to look at Cosima’s eyes.
“Yeah, you’re less... tight.”
“Tight?” Delphine said after swallowing a large piece of cake, her voice came out thick and muffled.
“Yeah, you were almost always tense before, and now you’re not.” Cosima pulled the sheet up to cover herself, made self conscious by Delphines confused expression, “I don’t know, Delphine, don’t look at me like that.”
“Do you think there's a reason why?”
“Well, you know I know now, about you.”
“That’s not it.”
“No?”
“No, it’s because I told you that I love you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” Delphine took another bite of her Coffee cake slice.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” Delphine smirked and looked at Cosima who, even though she was looking away, Delphine could tell was blushing. “Are you going to eat your slice. I went out in the cold for it, and I didn’t have a big coat.” Delphine said as she ate the last bite of her slice.
“Uh, oh yeah,” Cosima looked back and grabbed the brown bag, “and anyway the coat did not help me that much. I was in my underwear.”
“I’m in a foreign country.”
“Same here.”
“That’s not the same Cosima, Canada and America are like sides of the same coin.”
“Two sides of the same coin, and anyway thats not even true, because America is like way less cool.” Cosima took a bite out of her coffee cake, “Holy- wow- this is good.”
“Yes it is, I told you, and tell me five ways Canada is different.”
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this right now, but okay, you asked for it. One, Universal health care, that’s a big one. Two, marriage equality. Three, Hockey. Four, Canadian bacon, like whats up with that. Five, Beavers. Easy. Delphine, that was so easy.”
“I’m pretty sure two of those don’t count.”
“What are you talking about.” Cosima innocently bit into her coffee cake.
“There are beavers and hockey players in Ameri-”
“Shhh, how would you know, I’m the American.” Cosima mocked.
“That’s not fair, you cannot disregard my opinion because I am French.”
“Delphine, I’m just representing American culture.” Cosima took one last, large bite.
“No, you’re just a brat.” Delphine frowned
“mmhmm, you love when I'm bratty. You think it’s cute.” Cosima leaned against Delphine’s shoulder, putting all her weight on her, and pushing her over.
“Hey!” Delphine yelped, as she caught herself just before she almost fell off the bed.
“Oh shit- sorry.” Cosima leaned over and rolled Delphine back on the bed, she half expected a playful smack but instead Delphine was laughing. She curled up into Cosima’s side.
“I just almost died.” Delphine giggled.
“Oh my God, you’re such a drama queen.”
Delphine poked Cosima’s arm, “Brat,” she smiled, “You’re such a brat.”
“Non,” Cosima smirked, “Drama queen.”
“You are so American too.” Delphine laughed
“Not even!” Cosima gasped, jokingly
“You are, but you’re my American.” Delphine Moved to prop herself up on the pillows, she pulled Cosima on top of her, “I love my American.”
“We aren’t like 'special edition humans', and whatever I’m not even that American seeming.” Cosima tried to play upset but her frown kept turning into a big grin. She stopped trying to frown when Delphine kissed the top of her head and hugged her even closer.
Delphine decided she really liked getting comfortable.
