#yves fluff

[cloudcountry]

hey hey hey can i request yves and clavis cooking breakfast together and it turns into chaos please ?

SUMMARY: yves is trying to make you breakfast, but clavis has other plans.

WARNINGS: None!! :D

COMMENTS: they're so silly your honor. i don't even know what clavis added to the batter he said he would drink grape juice when everyone else was getting drunk in yves's route and he's purple so my brain was like "ah yes, purple goop"

also can i claim clavis for the aces because hes a purple character is that allowed

Yves takes great care in measuring out the exact amount of flour needed for the pancakes he decided to make for Belle. Everything on her breakfast tray was supposed to be perfect, from the berries dusted with powdered sugar to the hot tea that was steeping next to them. He was so absorbed in mixing the battle that he didn’t register the shadow falling over his form.

A mischievous giggle snaps him out of his trance and Yves whips around, coming face-to-face with Clavis. His hands are behind his back and there’s a shit-eating grin on his face, a sign of trouble if there ever was one.

“What is it, Clavis?” Yves asks slowly, eyeing his arms just in case he decides to do something suddenly.

“I heard you were making breakfast for Belle.” Clavis hums flippantly.

Yves watches him carefully as Clavis pulls a small circular object out from behind his back. Yves finds himself shifting into a defensive stance, intent on protecting his precious breakfast. Clavis stares down his younger brother, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

“Whoopsie!” Clavis yells, slipping an egg into his palm and throwing it at the wall behind Yves.

He reacts before he can stop himself, jumping to catch the egg. He barely manages to stop it from hitting the wall, cradling it in his hands as the yolk and egg whites spill through his fingers. Yves turns red out of frustration and turns back to his pancake batter, only to see Clavis adding a weird purple goop into this mixture.

“Stop it!” Yves hissed, and without thinking he throws the remains of the egg right at his older brother.

Clavis startles when the egg hits him square in the face, eggshells dripping off his nose.

It seems your breakfast will be late after all. At least, if nothing else, you get a bonus bowl of soup (prepared by Clavis, much to Yves’s chagrin.)

[moonstruck-writing]

Devoted Attention

Pairing: Yves Kloss x gn!reader | Ikemen Prince

Rating: General

Prompt: Feb 6th - Comparing hand sizes and blushing immediately after

Event: Be my Valentine hosted by @xxsycamore and @chaosangel767

C/W: Modern AU, fluff

Summary: You’ve always admired the beautiful arrangements Yves was able to do with just some hairpins, not to mention the fresh haircuts he could give without even trying.

Maybe the secret was in his fingers and hands?

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: I wanted to write a Modern AU and next thing I know I’m writing about Yves’ dexterity with his hands.

Disclaimer: I haven’t attended hairdressing school, everything written here is just stuff I have gotten from getting my hair cut at a hairdressing school, and bits and pieces from one student’s experiences. Therefore, what it’s written here could be inaccurate.

I hope you enjoy this piece <3

You can’t peel your eyes off of the scissors. The client you’re attending to coughs, and you quickly come back to your senses. Muttering a short apology, you return to the haircut, and you’re competent enough that once you’re done, the teacher deems it unnecessary to make any corrections.

Yes, you think, feeling relief washing over you. Finally, you’ve improved. That doesn’t mean you’re ready to relax, though. Just a glance at the work of your classmate next to you is plenty of proof that you have a long way to go. Yves Kloss, you think to yourself. Even his name is stylish.

“Is there anything funny about the way I cut hair?” His voice shakes you from your trance, and you look from his hands to his face. You really need to stop doing this.

“No, no, I was just observing.”

“Observing?” He raises an eyebrow, and his stare turns a tad icier.

“Yes. To see if there’s anything you do differently, you know?” You glance at the customer’s hair, hoping that’s far enough from him and his hands for you to continue observing.

“I don’t know. I do things as they taught us. There’s nothing special about the way I cut hair.”

“Oh, but there is.”

If you hadn’t gone back to looking at his hands and looked at his face instead, you would’ve seen the faint blush that is now spreading on his cheeks.

“Can you please stop looking? It distracts me.” Yves shakes his head, and his hair caresses his cheekbones.

“Only if you promise I can check something when we’re on a break.”

Check something? About the scissors maybe? He agrees, and you reluctantly move away. It’s a slow day today. Not many people are coming to the hairdressing school to get their hair cut, so you don’t have much to do now that you’re done with your first client. Plus, now that you’re better at it, the teacher is assigning fewer people to you, and focusing on guiding the students who are struggling more. But you’re not satisfied with how you are now. You want to improve even more. That’s why you’ve decided it is vital to learn as much as you can from Yves. He’s one of the best students, after all.

The only people who can cut hair better than he does are the teacher and a couple of more experienced students. And even then, you really don’t think any of them beat him at doing intricate hairstyles. He has a knack for braiding, twisting and securing hair, no matter the length he is working with. You’ve secretly tried to copy his wrist movements when he’s doing a complicated hairstyle, but you keep confusing yourself and by the time you realise, he is almost done.

Trying to busy yourself with something other than staring at Yves’ hands, you decide to sweep the floor and organize some of the tools that are shared by everyone, like the huge albums that have reference photos falling from the inside. Even then, it doesn’t take long before you find yourself catching sight of Yves’ hands from afar.

Maybe if I’m this far away, he won’t notice. But oh, he does notice. Because for some reason, you not being able to take your eyes off of his hands makes him unable to ignore you. He controls your movements out of the corner of his eye and tells himself it’s just because you’re weird, nothing else. Someone being so obsessed with his hands could be dangerous, right? He’s just doing that out of self-preservation. There isn’t any other reason.

When he takes the cloth off of the client and holds a mirror for them to look at the back of their heads, the look of satisfaction they show Yves is automatically mirrored in your face. You never saw any of your fellow students as competition, so whenever someone succeeds, you can be genuinely happy for them. It just means more learning opportunities for you, after all.

“Can you charge the client, please?” The voice of the teacher makes you come back to the present moment. You nod and show them to the entrance, where you begin typing at the cash register.

“Would you like to tip your hairdresser?”

“Oh, sure. May I ask what his name is?”

“It’s Yves.” You bite your lips before you let his surname slip out. Now you know better than that. You still remember when all of you had eagerly given your full names, in hopes of getting some loyal clients for the future, clients who could follow you to other places. It’s just, you expected the other places to be your future workplaces, not your personal social media accounts.

“I’ll make sure to book an appointment with him next time.”

You smile and give them their change.

“Unfortunately, booking a specific person is not possible with our school. You may come and wait for a certain hairdresser to be free, though.”

“Oh, no problem. I’ll come and wait then. I mean, he’s a sight for sore eyes, am I right?”

Suddenly, the smile on your face feels stiff, and you don’t know when it would be polite to drop it. Fortunately, they just wave and leave, while you’re still wondering what the hell you should do with your face.

It’s not the first time something like this happens, but somehow, it still manages to catch you off guard. Yes, your eyesight is good enough to see Yves is what anyone would qualify as beautiful, but you never expect clients to comment on that. You’d like them to say something about the hairstyle he gave them, or how he managed to cut their hair just right, something that has to do with the fact that he is a talented hairdresser, even if he isn’t a professional yet. For you, commenting on something other than his skill is out of the question, so you have no answers to give to their comments.

Especially because you have never thought of him like that. You’re too busy analysing what he does with a comb and a pair of scissors, or with some hairpins and hairbands. There’s literally no space in my brain to start considering other things, okay? At least that’s what you tell yourself because otherwise, you’d feel you cannot stare at him like you do anymore.

“Hey, still on Earth?” You’re still standing next to the cash register when Yves’ voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “I’m going on a break now.”

That’s all he says before he takes his coat and scarf from the hanger and starts walking away and out of the doors, so you stay in place, suddenly feeling like you should give him some space. He turns around and gestures for you to follow him. You quickly mimic him and wrap up warmly.

“Come on, didn’t you have something you wanted to confirm or something?” He goes down the stairs while taking a lollipop out of his coat. He unwraps it and places it flat on his tongue. Oh, this must be why, you think to yourself. Yves tends to do things that could be…

“Are you going to leave me hanging all day or what?” You look up to see he’s holding another lollipop right in front of your face. On top of being dexterous, he always has sweets to share with everyone. No wonder he is so popular, although if you carefully think about it, he resembles more a loving grandmother than the stereotypical hot guy.

Maybe we just want to be taken care of by our grandmothers? As soon as the thought appears, you try to bury it deep. Somehow, today your way of thinking is odd.

When you finally leave the building, the cold hair hits you and manages to somehow clear your head. You suck at the candy, which seems to be the same flavour as usual.

“You never try other flavours?” You turn to Yves while walking to a nearby bus stop to sit on the bench.

“What do you mean?” He takes the lollipop out of his mouth to speak, and you see his is a different colour. How strange. So he just always gives me the same flavour? Maybe he buys in bulk and doesn’t like this one?

“Do you not like this flavour?” You point out to your mouth, and the pink in his cheeks becomes more visible.

“Do you not like it?”

“No, I love it, it’s my favourite.”

Yves lets out a sigh of relief. You think you hear him mutter something like “yeah, I knew it”, but he’s so quiet you can’t be sure.

You arrive at the empty bus stop and promptly sit down.

“Ah, feels good to finally sit down, doesn’t it?” You stretch your legs a bit and Yves agrees.

“So, what did you want to confirm?”

“Right!” You look at him, getting excited. “I have a theory about why you are more skilled.”

Yves raises an eyebrow. A theory? So you’re done with the whole “you’re a genius and I need to copy you” type of thing?

“You’re good with the scissors, yes, but not that different from any of us when we’re focused. But, you really excel at braiding and so on, right?”

“I guess.” Yves looks at you quizzically.

“So it must be because of your fingers.” You raise your hand, spreading your fingers between your bodies.

“My fingers?”

“I think your fingers may be more slender than other people’s.” You really gave this a lot of thought. “So I’d like to compare them with mine.”

“Okay?” Yves takes his hand out of his coat pocket and places it near yours, spreading his fingers.

“You have smaller hands so you also should have an advantage,” he points out. That was to be expected since you’re shorter than him. But that’s not the core of your theory.

You press your hand to his and stare at the spaces between your fingers, trying to make out the width of your fingers. His aren’t thinner than yours, but they’re longer so proportionally that would mean…

“…that’s enough, right?” Yves quickly takes his hand away and hides it inside his coat pocket again. He’s almost sure every bit of skin in his body is blushing right now.

You’re a bit disappointed at the loss of his hand, but decide to leave it at that. Soon enough, you’re done eating the candy, but while Yves gets up to throw the little stick in a bin, you keep playing with it in your mouth.

“They really say February is the coldest month of the year.” He says when he’s back in front of you, and he gently taps your foot with his boot.

“Maybe it’s like the darkest hour of the night, right before Spring comes, it gets as cold as possible.”

“Well, I wish it didn’t. My hands get all disgusting from the cold.” As if to emphasise his point, Yves shoves his hands even deeper inside his pockets.

“Your hands?” You’re quite shocked to hear that. “But your hands always look beautiful.” Now you wish you had a proper look while you were comparing sizes, but you’re pretty sure his hands looked like a model’s when you were watching him cut hair just half an hour ago.

“Yeah, that’s because I take extra care of them when it’s cold.” He takes out something from his coat pocket and shows it to you. It’s hand cream.

You take it from him and hum. It’s a brand you have never seen.

“Where did you buy it?” You give it back to him and he quickly returns it to his pocket.

“From this shop there’s in my area. It specialises in hair products and stuff but they also have a small selection of hand cream and nail polish.”

“Oh, that’s cool! I’d love to see what they have.”

“I…could take you there one day if you want?” Yves tries to hide his face under the scarf, but he fails in concealing his embarrassment completely. His heart is beating like crazy, and he wonders if you have ever felt the same way whenever you approach him so actively.

You didn’t expect him to say that at all. He doesn’t hate me then, right?

“Yeah, sure!” You stare at his face, barely visible through his bangs.

“Oh, by the way, sometimes if they have a new product they’re promoting, they’ll let you try it on. That’s how I bought this hand cream.” He decides to start speaking more, in hopes of calming his heart from other thoughts.

“Yeah? How did they do it?”

What?

“What do you mean, how did they do it?” His heart feels heavy now.

“You said they are specialists. I was thinking that maybe they told you the best way to put hand cream on for absorption?”

He can’t believe it.

“Actually, they… massaged it on my hand.” Yves’ voice sounds somewhat muffled. “And you’re right, they were very thorough about it.”

“Could you show me?”

You have to be kidding, but you’re not. He can see it in your eyes. It’s the same eyes you make when you’re looking at his hands like they are some complex mechanism full of secrets that would be revealed by just looking hard enough. That’s what makes him relax a little and give in. It must mean nothing to you. Well, not nothing, but definitely not what it means to him.

He takes the hand cream slowly out of his pocket and opens the cap. Then, he extends one hand to prompt you to give him yours. You expect the cream to feel cool on your skin, but it feels warm. He was keeping it in his pocket, the thought makes you feel something weird inside, and for the first time, you notice the intimacy in the act.

After Yves has pushed out what he considers a good quantity, he lets go of your hand momentarily to close the little tube and put it away. It’s mere seconds, but your hand feels lonely hanging mid-air without his touch.

Then, he takes your hand between his gently and starts skilfully rubbing the cream on your skin: on your palm, rubbing each finger carefully, the back of your hand. When his fingers grace the skin on your wrist under your jacket, you get overly conscious of what you’re doing in broad daylight at a bus stop, for everyone to see. Just a moment ago, it was only him demonstrating how to properly put hand cream on, but now, it feels completely different.

Yves gives your hand a final squeeze and lets go.

“I think it’s about time we go back.”

You simply nod and get up, not daring to hide inside your pocket the hand he just touched so gently.

“Let me know when you feel like going to the shop.” He casually says once you’re almost back inside the building.

It’s so weird. When you first got out, you felt the cold biting at your hands, but now the one he touched still feels warm.

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A/N: There was an idea I had for this that would turn it into M rating but somehow when I wrote the last scene, the idea no longer fit. So, you can expect some suggestive content involving Yves soon ;)

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[purplylinos]

late for the both of us ♡ ha sooyoung

♡ genre; fluff

♡ pairing(s); fem!reader x ha sooyoung

♡ word count; 462

♡ description; it was never fun when sooyoung had long nights at the studio. a call from said girl at nearly two a.m. made your heart smile when hearing four simple words

♡ notes; another yves request!! i have a ton of other rqs i need to get to i am so sorry it’s taking so long </3 i hope you enjoy anon!

you knew sooyoung was going to be late, however it was nearly impossible for you to be able to fall asleep without her by your side. you sat on the floor in front of the couch, investing yourself in whatever was on the television before hearing your phone ping once, twice, three times before deciding to pick it up. “hello?” you mumbled out, voice raspy due to not speaking for hours.

“hi baby,” sooyoung’s voice rang out from the other end of the line, making your eyes light up.

“oh my god, hello! it’s nearly two, where are you?” the line went quiet before hearing familiar voices in the background, and a hushed ‘no’ from your girlfriend before she could answer your question.

“i can’t quite come home just yet, but heejin, hyejoo and i wouldn’t mind if you came and sat in here until we get this down.” your face fell at the words that left sooyoung’s mouth.

“as much as i would love to do that, i don’t want to distract you from practicing, especially if it’s so important to where you can’t come come before one.” sooyoung sighed audibly through the speaker, and you could heejin’s laughter in the background before sooyoung spoke again.

“baby, please? c’mere, i miss you.” your breath hitched in the back of your throat, mulling it over temporarily before nodding, even though she couldn’t see it.

“okay, fine. i’m coming,” you responded, hearing cheers from heejin and hyejoo and a relieved laugh from sooyoung.

“we’ll be waiting, angel. take your time. i love you.”

“i love you,” you answered back, pulling your phone away from your ear and slipping into the nearest pair of shoes after grabbing your car keys.

before long, you ended up at said studio, being greeted warmly by the lady at the front desk before bursting into the room that sooyoung was in. “surprise,” you spoke, kicking the door behind you before feeling a pair of arms around you.

“i’m glad you made it sunshine!” sooyoung welcomed, pressing a ton of kisses onto the top of your head. 

“stop it, you stink,” you joked, smiling brightly when sooyoung moved away with a blinding grin.

“do you want to learn with us?” hyejoo questioned from in front of the wall length mirror, shooting you a smile of her own.

“and keep you here longer than you need to be? no thank you,” you replied, sliding down against the back wall and digging around in sooyoung’s bag.

“oh come on, it’ll be fun!” your girlfriend chimed, earning a hum from heejin and an encouraging smile from hyejoo. you groaned softly before standing up, dusting off your pants before beginning to stretch. 

“i suppose it’ll be a long night for all of us.”

[multiphandomunnies]

Tete-a-tete || Yves

Requested: Can you write a fem reader x Yves from LOONA, where Yves is known as kind of a player but really likes the reader and tries to convince them to go on a date with her?

Admin: Heather

A/N: My first LOONA request! Hope you enjoy it ^-^ Sorry it took so long, I have tons of work in school right now :c

Words: 3,905 (hope it’s not too long, I really got into it)

Warnings: I used like a curse word or two. Also some food mentions for everyone sensitive to this kind of stuff.

“Y/N Y/L/N great work as always.” Your teacher commented dryly, handing you your graded paper. Even without looking at it, you knew it was another fail. A third one in a row.

It wasn’t that you were a bad student or something. Your grades varied from subject to subject, but learning French was your Achilles’ heel. No matter your efforts, you just couldn’t get it right. It didn’t help that your teacher was the least sympathetic human being on the planet. So you could just suffer in silence. 

“Why the long face, Y/N?” your friend, Yeojin, asked while stuffing her face with a sandwich. Heejin wrinkled her nose in disgust a little.

“I got another F.” you mumbled and picked on your salad. You weren’t in the mood to eat lunch right now.

“Let me guess.” Heejin inquired. “French.”

You could only nod helplessly.

“Why can’t I just… get it?” you asked rhetorically. “It’s not that I’m not trying.”

Yeojin pat you on the back with a little too much force.

“Maybe you just need a little help.” She suggested. “We will find you a tutor and they will guide you through everything.”

“Heejin!” you facepalmed yourself for not thinking about it earlier. “You’re great at French. Please, please, please make me understand this stuff.”

Your friend looked conflicted. She didn’t want to disappoint you and make you helpless once again.

“I’m sorry girl, but I’m already tutoring someone.”

You and Yeojin exchanged confused glances. Heejin was blushing because of the unwanted attention.

“Who are you tutoring?” you asked slowly. Maybe it was just some loser who could be ditched in the name of friendship.

“Hyunjin.”

Well, fuck. Heejin was whipped for that girl.

“Maybe you thould athk Yveth?” Yeojin mumbled incoherently because of her stuffed mouth. Heejin offered her a napkin with a scoff.

“Swallow and repeat, child.” She chided. The younger girl rolled her eyes but did what she was told to.

“You should ask Yves.” She said, making Heejin choke on her water.

“Ask who?” you questioned. You didn’t know anyone named like that.

“One of the biggest players in our school, Yeojin are you thinking straight?” Heejin explained, glaring at the small girl.

“Straight is not the greatest choice of words here.” The little girl snickered and continued devouring her food.

“Who is he?” you asked impatiently. You really needed help.

“She is a total womanizer and I don’t support her tutoring you.” Heejin huffed stubbornly.

“Isn’t Yves a name for a dude?”

“She knows something! Maybe a tutor won’t be necessary.” Yeojin teased with a bright smile.

“People gave her that nickname because she’s good in French.”

“French everything.” Heejin rolled her eyes at Yeojin’s comments but didn’t deny.

You couldn’t deny that it piqued your interest. Whoever that girl was, she definitely had some reputation. Maybe she was your only hope and you desperately needed to pass the next test.

“Can you introduce us?” you asked and Heejin shot you a disbelieving look.

“Have you heard anything from what I told you?”

“Please, Heekki.” You begged. “I can’t get another bad grade.”

Heejin looked conflicted. She avoided your eyes and tried to find good reasons for you to not ask Yves for help.

“Fine.” You squealed and Yeojin whistled. This couldn’t be so hard.

 You were right, it wasn’t hard. It was freaking impossible. You imagined Yves to be some kind of cliché delinquent from a painfully overrated fanfiction, leather jacket and a cigarette in her mouth, shooting lame pick up lines like a jerk. She certainly wasn’t supposed to be a stoic graceful girl with flowy dark hair and a pristine white shirt.

“You should focus on the pronouns, Y/N.” she advised in a low tone. It almost sounded like a whisper. “That would prevent you from losing points on nouns.”

Yves examined all your failed works and calmly explained you what needed to be improved. It turned out to be almost everything, but she didn’t criticize you even once.

“I always mess up the conjunction of verbs.” You pointed out. “The sentences don’t make any sense because of that. Yves chuckled softly and it was adorable.

“Yes, your sentences are quite interesting.” She admit. “But we will focus on that later. Prioritizing and revision are keys to success.”

Did she say “later”? How many sessions would you need? You were already starting to feel attracted to her. Maybe that was her plan. She didn’t release her full womanizing charm on the first meeting. She will wait and make you fall for her more and then she will crush your heart and-

“Y/N?” Yves put her hand on your shoulder and you flinched. She took it back and you blushed.

“Sorry, I got distracted.”

“I can see that.” She smirked a little. Oh no, no. Heejin was right! Yves almost got you in her trap and it was just a first session. “We should plan the next meeting. Is Friday right for you?”

“Yes!” you blurted out and she raised her brow. Your face turned pink.

“Great.” She whispered in that hushed tone. “I’ll see you then.”

When Friday came, you were ready. A long phone call with Heejin helped you make a plan and stick to it. Don’t make eye contact with Yves, don’t talk with her about anything other than schoolwork, don’t pay attention to her appearance, don’t have any physical touch and don’t let the flirting start.

“We should start from when we finished last time.” Yves smiled at you and opened her notebook. You tried to ignore the way she tucked her hair behind an ear. “Or maybe you have some homework we can work through together.”

“Yes.” You answered curtly and took an exercise book from your bag. Nailed it.

After digging it from your bag, you resurfaced and exhaled sharply through your nose. Yves looked up from the pages and shot you another brilliant smile. Seeing her just sitting there shouldn’t have made your brain stop like that, but you have always turned into a mess in front of beautiful girls.

“I see you’re ready.” The smile on her lips almost made you lose your composure again. Almost.

“Yeah, I am. Can you help me with that task? I’m not sure how to fill the gaps.”

Yves pushed her chair closer to yours and turned the book a little to have a closer look. You tried to keep the distance as big as possible without losing sight of the text.

“You have to use the words in brackets.” Yves tapped them with her pencil. “Then you will have to make correct forms.” You just kept nodding. “And after that we can go grab a coffee?”

“Yeah, oka- wait!” Your thoughts raced like a fancy sport car. “You want to do what?”

“Drink some good coffee.” She repeated. “With you.”

No talk with Heejin could prepare you for that. You didn’t expect Yves to make a move on you that quickly. Guess she really lived up to her reputation.

“Sorry, I don’t really have time today.” You finally managed to reply. “And I’m not a coffee gal.”

Yves didn’t make any comment on your lame excuse and just nodded with a slight pout.

“Maybe another time.” She smiled and swiftly went back to helping you with homework. As if you never rejected her. And “another time”? What was that supposed to mean?

“Y/N?” you snapped out of your thoughts. “Focus just a couple minutes, okay?”

The gentle smile never left her face and it made turning her down seem like an awful decision. But it was for your own good. At least that was what you were trying to tell yourself.

 On the next session Yves brought cake. Packed neatly in a white cardboard box and decorated in a pretty, lilac icing. You shot her a disbelieving look.

“It’s from the café I wanted to take you to.” She explained with that gummy smile of hers. “You said you’re not a coffee gal, so I got a little creative.

“What if I’m not a cake gal either?” you struggled to remain unbothered with the fact that a beautiful girl did that for you. Said girl tilted her head with a little smirk.

“Stop looking at it with such desire and maybe I’ll believe you.” You blushed a bit, cause the cake definitely wasn’t the only thing you wanted to desire. Wow, Heejin would have smacked you for such impure thoughts.

Yves kept looking at you expectantly and you realized that she was waiting for you to try the pastry. Your brain kept telling you that it wasn’t the best idea if you wanted to stay away from her, but your heart wasn’t so sure.

“Need a little convincing?” Yves picked up the fork and jabbed the cake. “Open up.” She demanded playfully and moved the fork closer to your lips.

At that moment your brain and heart were in a heated battle for dominance, but ultimately it was your stomach that made the call. The cake was way too temping to ignore, so you let Yves feed you. It was a great decision. Your taste buds were overwhelmed by the sweetness and it was another thing that made you regret refusing her previous invitation.

No, it was probably just your sweet tooth talking. Yves was bad news for good, innocent girls and you shouldn’t let her get too close. You were convinced about that. And then you made a mistake and look up.

“Seems like you like it.” Yves was resting her chin on her hand with the raven hair framing her face perfectly in that angle. The sight almost made you choke on the cake. Will you ever catch a break?

“It’s amazing!” you almost squealed and quickly changed your demeanor. “I mean, it’s good… I guess.”

Yves giggled a little. God, this girl would be the end of you.

“Thanks… I guess.” She teased and opened the notebook. “You can eat everything, cause I assume there is no use in trying to ask you out again.”

Sirens blared in your head. There she was, going straight for the kill. You had to admit; it took you by surprise. Till that moment Yves was very sweet and even kind of timid, not something you would expect from a womanizer like her.

“You- you were asking me out?” you stuttered dumbly. As if she was going to fall for that. Yves raised a brow.

“Trying to tell me you had no idea?” she asked in disbelief and you tried to avoid eye contact with her.

“Exactly!” you cleared your throat and tried again. “I mean, yeah. I thought you were just being friendly. Not that you weren’t friendly before, just... super friendly?”

If Yeojin was there, she would slam your head against the desk. Who in the world used phrases like “super friendly” towards a stunning girl hitting on them? Have you always been such a disaster?

Yves’ low hum made you reconsider planning an elaborate scheme to fake your own death and leave the city. Complete loser or not, she was once again grinning with that little smirk of hers.

“I’ll remember to more direct in the future.”

“Please don’t.”

“A little louder please?”

“Piedmont!” you blurted out. “Like the region. In Italy. We were talking about it in geography. It has nice… mountains.”

“It’s cute how passionate you are about other countries.” It was obvious that Yves had a hard time keeping amusement off her face. “But maybe we should focus on French right now. How does Paris sound?”

“Paris sounds amazing.” Safe answer, great save, you got this.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She mused. “Keep learning and I would take you there someday.”

You didn’t get this. You definitely didn’t. But that was okay, right? It was a normal thing to feel a little thrown off because of a blatant pick up line. Everyone would get flustered if they were in your shoes. Your ways will part soon anyway when your study sessions finally give results and you will get over her.

“Hey, Y/N.” Yves looked at you with a glint in her eyes.

“Yeah?”

“This is not a friendly invitation.”

It was a miracle your head didn’t snap off with how fast you raised it. She was sitting there, chin on her hand and hair framing her face perfectly. This time she left you no other choice, you had to answer here and now. All this time you were sure what would you tell her if it came to that. Now that it really happened, you weren’t fully convinced.

Heejin’s words were still in your head like a blinding red light. Yves was a player that flirted with every student she tutored. Plenty of girls have been wooed by her and toyed with before getting their hearts broken. That girl was trouble and agreeing to a date equaled an unavoidable pain.

On the other hand, she didn’t fit that description at all. She was gorgeous and flirting didn’t seem like any trouble for her, but it was never aggressive or pushy. All this time Yves showed you patience and gentle kindness even if you were an idiot who couldn’t construct a proper sentence in French. Maybe it was worth a shot.

“There you are spacing out again.” Yves teased with a smile as soft as ever. “Should I be clearer with my intentions?”

You exhaled nervously and collected your thoughts. A date with her sounded amazing, but you still had some doubts. And had to pass your classes before even thinking about dating anyone. But after everything was settled... why not? You only had to express that without any misunderstandings.

“Look, Yves, I think you’re amazing” Something flashed in her eyes after that and her posture turned stiffer. “Can we make sure I get a decent grade and come back to this conversation?”

“I don’t think it will be necessary.” She replied a little coldly and straightened herself on the chair. You didn’t think your words were insulting, but maybe she took them the wrong way.

“Are you okay?” Silence and a blink-and-you-miss-it nod. “Yves?”

“I’m fine.” She insisted, but you could see her knuckles becoming white. “Let’s just focus.”

 “And then she just stopped talking about anything other than schoolwork.” you finished with a sigh. It’s been four days since the whole Yves fiasco, and it’s been bothering you a whole lot. The second half of that session was one of the most awkward experiences of your life. Yves became distant and dodged your question about the next meeting.

“Maybe she just realized you weren’t going to fall for her games.” Heejin rummaged through her locker and tried to reason with you.

“I’m not sure, Heekki.” You went through that fateful conversation for what seemed a hundredth time. “She got upset for some reason and I can’t pin that on anything.”

What could have gone wrong? You approached the invitation gently and tried to avoid being rude to her. It wasn’t like you turned her down impolitely or anything. You didn’t turn her down at all! You really wanted to have that date… maybe. But there was nothing insulting in your behavior.

“Are you Y/N?” you and Heejin both jumped a bit at a sudden voice next to you. The harsh words seemed to come from a glaring brunette in a denim jacket.

“Be nice.” A cute redhead accompanying her reprimanded with a slight pout. The girl sighed and rolled her eyes but complied.

“Hello.” She started over. “Is there any chance your name is Y/N?”

The redhead shook her head a little and shot you an apologetic smile. She looked like sunshine embodied and it was a start contrast to her companion’s demeanor.

“Can we help you?” Heejin asked cautiously. The girl in denim opened her mouth to speak but was beat to it.

“We just want to talk with Y/N for a second!” the bright girl explained and beamed at Heejin, who softened. “Can you give us a minute?”

There was no arguing with that smile. Heejin nodded and looked at you with slight hesitation. You nodded and asked her to save you a seat at lunch. After your friend left you gave your full attention to the girls.

“I’m sorry, but do I know you?” you measured your words in order to avoid upsetting the brunette. She wasn’t here to have a pleasant girl talk.

“I’m Jiwoo!” the tiny redhead introduced herself and put an arm around the stone faced one. “This is Jungeun and you are-“

“And you are the dumbass that hurt Sooyoung.” Jungeun raised her chin and looked you in the eye. It didn’t ease your confusion.

“Sooyoung?” You didn’t recall anyone named like that besides a pretty cheerleader from class. “Park Sooyoung?”

Jungeun rolled her eyes even harder than before and Jiwoo scrunched her eyebrows a bit.

“Did that whole Park Sooyoung teach you French?”

“Oh, you mean Yves?” your response made Jungeun grunt and run a hand through her hair. Her reaction made you a bit uneasy.

“Stop with that idiotic nickname already, will you?” she turned to Jiwoo. “Who came up with it anyway, it’s a male name for crying out loud.”

She got a solemn nod as a response and you followed their interaction dumbly. What was that about? Who were they?

“I’m sorry, but I don’t get what’s going on here.” You admit and hoped Jungeun won’t kill you for saying that.

“Our dear friend Sooyoung or Yves if you may.” She cringed after saying that. “Came from a meeting with you feeling all humiliated and upset. We want to hear your explanation.”

You glanced at Jiwoo who looked like a kicked puppy.

“She really likes you, you know.” She smiled sadly. “Everything she talked about was getting to know you better and how awesome you are.”

“We shouldn’t tell her that.” Jungeun warned her and her friend pouted.

This interrogation was becoming tiring especially that you had no idea what was the point of it. What happened to Yves- Sooyoung? Her friends blamed you for that and it made you nervous.

“Jungeun.” You started softly. “Can you tell me what I did wrong? I really didn’t mean to upset Sooyoung-“

“Then why would you call her like that.” Surprisingly it was Jiwoo who interrupted you. “It took her a while to get over these awful rumors and she really didn’t expect it from you.”

Rumors? What was the history behind Sooyoung’s nickname?

“My friends recommended me to get her help with French. To be honest, I didn’t really know her real name until you mentioned it.”

Jiwoo gaped at you with pure shock written on her face. Even Jungeun hesitated in her aggressive behavior.

“You didn’t know?” she asked. “You weren’t making a jab at her fabricated reputation.”

“I didn’t even know she existed before my friend mentioned her.” You assured. “I heard it came from her abilities in French.”

Jungeun scoffed and Jiwoo sighed.

“That’s a cute understatement.” The brunette chuckled bitterly. “Okay, sorry for judging you, but Sooyoung is really sensitive about that. When we were younger, she was called the Ice Queen because she didn’t really date anyone.”

“But then I asked her to get a coffee!” Jiwoo piped in. “Cause I had a tiny crush on her.”

“Another understatement.” Jungeun clarified with a slight smirk causing the other girl to blush cutely. “But yeah, Sooyoung went out with Jiwoo as friends, cause she had no idea about her feelings.”

You looked at the tiny ray of sunshine who nodded. Whatever crush she had on Sooyoung; it was long gone as she didn’t seem bothered by the story.

“And this one girl got extremely jealous and started a rumor that Soo stood her up and convinced some other ones to tell the same story.” She completed.

“That’s why you may have heard she was a huge player or something.”

Hearing everything made you feel sad and guilty. Sooyoung was just an amazing girl who wanted to hang out with you, and you made her feel humiliated.

“Hey, it’s okay!” Jiwoo put a hand on your shoulder with an encouraging smile. “Just explain everything to her and it will be alright.”

“I’m not sure about that.”

“Not sure about what?” Jungeun inquired sternly, but without ice in her tone. “Your feelings for Sooyoung? Do you like her? More than a friend of course.”

You nodded sincerely and Jungeun’s features softened, making her look less intimidating.

“Then go and tell her that.” She smiled at you. “You would make her really happy.”

Jiwoo nodded and started bouncing enthusiastically. Jungeun rolled her eyes at her friend’s antics, but the smile didn’t leave her face.

“You know what to do.” The brunette added and they both made their way to class, leaving you in the hall. But she was right, you knew exactly what to do.

 Your fingers gripped the soft material as you tried to stop your heart from racing. Sooyoung was sitting in a library reading a book. This was a perfect chance and you just had to gather courage. Now or never. Inhale, exhale.

You approached the beautiful brunette and carefully placed the plushie on a table in front of her. Sooyoung’s eyes moved up a bit with vulnerability shining in them.

“C’est un hibou.” You stated in a shaky voice and a rusty pronunciation. There were two words for owl, and you had no idea which one was more correct, but it didn’t matter. You weren’t sure if it was an owl in the first place. It could be anything to be honest. “For you.”

Sooyoung hesitantly traced the purple toy with her fingers. She smiled a little and took the little piece of paper attached to it. You nodded in order to encourage her.

“Impressive.” She praised softly. In her hands was your pop quiz. You got a B, which exceeded the expectations of everyone.

“I had a great teacher.” You smiled. “Can I sit?”

She nodded and held the plushie closer to herself.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Sooyoung. I’m so sorry that my words hurt you.” You apologized from the bottom of your heart, looking in her eyes. “I shouldn’t have judged you after hearing a stupid rumor, especially after you were so kind to me and-“

“Say it again, please.” She whispered with a smile that made you melt every time.

“Say what again?”

“My name.” You smiled back at her. “It’s been some time since I heard it said this way.”

You took a deep breath and put your hand on hers, trying not to faint when she didn’t move it away.

“Sooyoung.” Her eyes sparkled and smile got even wider. “Is it too late to get that coffee with you?”

The girl pressed the toy against her chest and grabbed your hand properly.

“It’s not Paris.” She teased with a grin. “But we have to make you get that A on the next test.”

You giggled and rubbed her hand with your thumb.

“I like girls who challenge themselves.” Your words made her blush and she hid her face in the plushie. “Hey, Sooyoung.”

She shyly peaked from behind the purple material and you smiled at her. You adored saying her name as much as she enjoyed hearing it.

“This is not a friendly invitation.”

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6. our cover is that we're a couple and it only makes sense to sleep in the same bed [with yves]

➢ word count: 1.6k

➢ 💌; fluff

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"will you stop complaining?" you panted in agony, releasing your way too heavy luggage that landed with a loud tud on the hotel room floor. throwing yourself onto the big comfy bed, sprawled down on it like a starfish, your limbs took up the whole space. you groaned in pleasure at the sensation of your back finally getting some relief, allowing your eyes to stay closed for a while.

at least until the annoying sound of the other person in the room clearing their throat disturbed you from your relaxed state. curling your whole body into a ball whilst whining dramatically, you finally hoisted your upped body up, both your elbows behind you to get a good look at sooyoung, standing annoyed in the center of the room.

raising one of your eyebrows at her, you mischievously smirked and slightly parted your thighs, pointing your head at your lap to invite her to seat on you or at least join you on the bed. she tsked at your offer and turned around to dedicate her full attention to her phone.

you busted out laughing and completely sat up, looking at her from your position. "awww i was kidding, baby " you playfully murmured in a low voice, ever so slightly brushing your fingers along her right leg, causing visible shivers to run all the way up to her ears. chuckling, you returned to your sitting position, flashing your big, bright, puppy eyes at her, cocking your head to the side.

"we had an agreement" she stated, freeing only one of her arms from their crossing position to point a finger at you, "i'm only pretending to be your girlfriend so that you have a date for your dad's wedding" she continued reciting your own plan that you knew far too well, your eyes rolling up instinctively. "but only! in front! of your family!" she spat out, articulating every word of her sentence, putting emphasis on each of them. "so don't call me baby " she concluded, putting up the most intimidating expression she could muster.

"okay, honey, whatever you say" you brushed off, back hitting the mattress once again. you watched amused with the corner of your eye the way she screamed into her own hands, taking a deep breath after a moment of silence, before finally revealing her pretty face again, pinching the bridge of her nose.

she quietly and very much slowly dragged her feet over the carpeted floor, sitting on the bed causing it to release a small squeaky sound. "why me anyways?" she mumbled in a hushed tone, side eyeing you without really moving her head to make proper eye contact with you.

"i don't know, you're hot" you shrugged, hands now locked behind your head. turning around in a flash, she looked down at you with a stern look on her face, not buying a single thing coming out of your mouth. "you have so many friends, why not ask any of them to do this whole fake dating stuff?" she questioned you, cheeks puffing and eyebrows furrowed. ah so cute.

sighing, you sat up once again so that you were now side by side, knees touching. "you don't seem to be honored about being my fake girlfriend" you complained, pouting at her. "many of them are already in relationships, and the rest my dad knows very well, it wouldn't be plausible for me to start dating any of them out of nowhere" you explained after she gave you her signature face expression reserved to you only, specifically when she wanted you to cut it out with your bullshit.

after contemplating your face for a while, she seemed convinced enough, and exhaled relaxing her shoulders. "why the double bed, tho?" she wondered with an emotionless expression, using her thumb to point behind her at the bed you were currently sitting on.

you let our a sincere laugh at her out of the blue, but fair enough question. "it makes more sense, right?" you exclaimed, standing up and stretching out your back to relieve it from the pain. "we have to fool them that we're a real couple" you finished in a whisper, bending down to rest your hands on your knees so that you were at eye level with her. after not receiving a reply, you scrunched your nose and gave her a cheeky smile, standing up to head towards the bathroom.

"let's prepare to go to bed, we have to wake up early tomorrow" you yelled before slamming the bathroom door behind you, leaving sooyoung a blushing mess right were you had left her.

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you observed with a curious and entertained look on your face how much effort sooyoung was putting into building the pillow fence between your respective sides of the bed.

"we're only gonna sleep together for a single night, do you really want to do all of this?" you questioned her, adjusting your crossed legs.

she shot you the most terrifying look she could manage, and without speaking a single word, continued to work on her pillow fort- fence, or whatever it was. you exhaled loudly, and plopped down hard on the bed, making the whole tower of pillows topple over.

she widened her mouth in disbelief, using the cushion she had in her hands to hit you on your stomach "YOU DEFINITELY DID THAT ON PURPOSE" she screamed out, putting on a stern facial expression, arms crossed and everything. "hey i’m sorr-" you snickered, trying to caress her arm, before she pushed your hand away. oh.

clearing your throat, you tried to speak "sooyoung, i'm sorry, you want me to rebuild it?" you carefully asked, tilting your head and bringing it closer to hers, who was doing the most trying to avoid any sort of eye contact with you. you finally decided to return to your side of the bed with an upset look on your face, once the girl lying next to you completely turned her back to you, scoffing loudly.

chewing softly on the nail of your right thumb, you were pondering what you could do to make it up to her. "are you mad?" you wondered, pushing your upper body forward to take a look at her, once again. when she covered her face with the pillow that was previously underneath her head, you let out a "oh" in surprise.

"for real for real? are you mad for real?" you persistently asked, poking her side, making her jolt and gasp. "answer please" and another poke.

"y/nnnn!!" she whined from underneath the pillow, the sound coming out rather muffled.

"huh? what was that? i can't hear you" you grinned, both of your hands coming out at once to tickle her.

she let out a shriek before emerging from her hideout, hair all messy and frizzy, standing up in a multitude of directions. you couldn't help but cover your mouth and laugh at the look of it, eliciting another disappointed sound and her turning her back to you to hopefully fix as much as possible the mess that was her hair in that moment.

taking advantage of the situation, you gently rested -or rather hovered- your chin over her shoulder, whispering in her ear "let's go to bed, girlfriend ", almost one hundred percent expecting her to elbow you in the stomach or at least pull away, but she simply let out a shaky exhale and turned around slowly, pointing her sharp eyes at you. and for the first time it was you who felt like sweating and shivering at the same time.

"o-okay, glad we cleared that up" you stuttered, breaking eye contact and fanning your face with one of your hands, laughing in discomfort and lying down finally. she giggled in accomplishment, and peacefully lay on her own spot.

"you drive me crazy, sooyoung" you muttered under your breath, not really looking in her direction but hearing distinctively the sound of the covers shifting, signaling that she had probably moved to glance at you. "i said the truth before" you continued, not waiting for a reply before continuing "you're hot" you snickered, earning a soft gasp of surprise from your friend.

"i wanted to know what it would be like dating you, pretending like you don't hate me" you finished, looking down at the piece of fabric you were fiddling with while talking.

"but i don’t".

her voice came out in a whisper, making you look back at her for the first time in a while. "i- i never really hated you, y/n" she cleared up, holding out a shaky hand that you instantly grabbed and took note of how warm it was.

"yeah, there's that" she blurted out after a moment or two of silence, touching her left cheek with the hand you weren't holding and moving her gaze over at the ceiling. what do i do? she's so pretty.

"waaaah my pretty sooyoung confessed her feelings for me!" you exclaimed, half climbing on top of her to drape your legs over her body and wrap your arms around her top half, cheek pressing against her own.

"get off!" she managed to yell out after the initial shock, her face getting redder by the second and you could feel it. "aw no, let's sleep like this!" you insisted, nuzzling your face more into the crook of her neck, loosening your grip on her in case she really wanted you to pull away. instead, she carefully placed a hand on your back and reluctantly closed her eyes, swallowing at the proximity of your bodies.

"i take it back, i hate you" she murmured a few minutes later, both of you close to falling asleep already.

"nah" you let out in a low raspy voice "you love me. we're a couple, remember?"

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nyctophilia - ha sooyoung

♡ genre; fluff, baker!sooyoung

♡ pairing(s); fem!reader x best friend!sooyoung

♡ word count; 529

♡ description; to put it simply, you could never find yourself to fall asleep at night. how could one do so anyway when the night sky was illuminated so prettily by the moon and stars?

♡ notes; this requested SO LONG AGO i am so sorry for just now getting to it anon <//3 i hope you enjoy some sweet sooyoung content!!

your hand gripped the patio door hesitantly. it’s not like anyone would catch you leaving the house at an ungodly hour of the night, but there was always a nagging voice in the back of your head that said there could be someone that would be seeing what you were up to. regardless, after a slow exhale, you twisted the doorknob and opened up the door, letting the night air blow into your house. it was a fairly warm summer evening, and the moon was hanging high up in the sky. your phone buzzed in your sweatshirt pocket, making you freeze. hesitantly pulling it out and seeing the message was from sooyoung, you relaxed slightly. ‘r u awake?’ the message read, causing you to present a small smile on your face. ‘ofc i am,’ you answered, chuckling quietly to see her typing out a response seconds after your message was marked as read. ‘can i come over?’ your eyes widened as you stepped out onto the deck, moving your thumbs at a rather quick speed. ‘it’s literally past midnight. 3am, actually.’ you slipped your phone back into your pocket, stepping down into the grass and laying down. your phone buzzed furiously after a few silent moment, eliciting a small groan from your lips before yanking your phone back out. ‘yes, it is 3am. i’m still coming over.’ you blinked a few times, realizing how much time had passed since the message had been sent when you heard the girl opening your backyard gate. 

“why are you outside??” sooyoung questioned, furrowing her brows as she closed the gate. you turned your head to look at her, a sheepish smile on your face.

to put it simply, you could never find yourself to fall asleep at night. how could one do so anyway when the night sky was illuminated so prettily by the moon and stars?

“can’t sleep,” you answered flatly, turning your gaze back to the sky. the grass rustled as sooyoung laid down hesitantly next to you, tilting her head curiously before following your gaze towards the stars.

“i brought cookies,” she mumbled quietly, reaching into her jacket pocket to pull out a ziplock bag of sugar cookies. “we can snack on them while we watch the stars or something.” your eyes tore away from the twinkling gems once more to watch sooyoung open the bag, a small smile forming on your face. 

“still baking huh? how’s that going?” you asked, propping yourself up on your elbow.

“better than before,” sooyoung answered, holding a cookie up to your mouth. “bite,” she commanded gently, giving an affirmative nod. you did so, eyes lighting up at the taste.

“much better than before,” you agreed, laying back down after swallowing. a comfortable silence fell around the two of you, the sound of a gentle wind rustling the tree leaves being the only audible thing.

“you like stargazing, don’t you?” sooyoung asked after a few moments, tilting her head. you grinned with a nod, resting your hands on top of your stomach.

“it’s so pretty to look at. especially when i can’t fall asleep.”

“prettier to look at than my amazing sugar cookies?”

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[19:47] ♡ ha sooyoung

♡ requested?; yes, prompt 15

♡ genre; fluff, girlfriend!yves

♡ pairing(s); yves x fem!reader

♡ word count; 550

♡ description; sweatshirts are meant to keep you warm, and comfortable. it hits different when said sweatshirt belongs to your girlfriend.

♡ notes; hi anon!! i hope you’re thrilled to know that this is my first request! i hope i did you justice with this <3 enjoy!

sooyoung did tell you that she was going to stay at the studio late tonight, but that didn’t mean you were going to miss her any less. in fact, it probably made you miss her more knowing that she wouldn’t be coming home straight away. you were sat in the middle of the floor of your shared bedroom, staring at your computer. you had been working on one assignment for what felt like hours, trying to keep yourself distracted, and be productive, until your girlfriend came home. the air vents were opened, and being on the floor didn’t give you mercy. the cold air blowing through the vents sent a shiver throughout your body before you finally got up, wandering to the closet and aimlessly pushing around the sweaters and hoodies that were hanging. a burgundy one caught your eye, specifically because you knew it was sooyoung’s. you had caught her curled up with your stuffed animal after a late study session with chaewon and yerim, the tv lights dancing on her face while she slept on the couch peacefully. 

it wouldn’t hurt to wear it, would it? maybe it’d bring some sort of comfort to you while you worked for a bit. slipping it over your head, you closed the closet door with your foot and a sense of warmth and protection washed over you instantly, it felt like sooyoung herself was there, hugging you from behind. a small smile hit your face as you pushed your arms through the sleeves, sitting down in front of your computer with a newfound energy to crank everything out. 

it felt like minutes had passed before hearing the front door click and a pair of shoes stepping on the hardwood floor, signaling that sooyoung was home. a grin appeared on your face as you finished up the sentence you were in the middle of writing, shutting your laptop and standing up. you stretched for a second before wandering out into the main area with a grin. “welcome home,” you greeted your girlfriend, arms outstretched for a hug.

“not yet baby, i’m sweaty,” sooyoung answered, slipping her shoes off by the door and hanging her jacket up on the coatrack. she turned to look at you with a grin before a curious glint hit her eyes. “is that my sweatshirt?” you furrowed your eyebrows before looking down, completely forgetting you had put it on as a form of motivation earlier.

“oh, yeah. it is, i wore it while i was working on the essay,” you responded quietly, messing with the hem of it. “if you don’t like me wearing your things, i won’t-”

“y/n, chill. it’s okay,” sooyoung interrupted, nearing you and running a hand through your hair. “i think you look good in it. if it helps you focus wearing my clothes, then have at it, okay?” you looked up and locked eyes with hers, which were undoubtedly filled with love and adoration. you smiled a bit with a nod, leaning into her touch before her voice rang out again. “i’m going to go shower now. we can chill while you write your essay when i get out, alright?” you nodded again, sighing at the loss of touch when sooyoung took her hand away.

“besides, y/n. i wore your sweatshirt last night.” 

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jingle bells ♡ ha sooyoung

♡ requested; yes

♡ genre; vv fluffy!!

♡ pairing(s); yves x fem!reader

♡ word count; 515

♡ description; christmas time with your girlfriend was always full of surprises, she never failed to put a smile on your face with her antics

♡ notes; i’ve been simping pretty hard for sooyoung lately so i wouldn’t be surprised if i put out a bunch of content for her. i hope you enjoy!

you knew sooyoung was bound to put something silly together for the holidays, but what you didn’t expect was for her to show up at your apartment in a ‘frosty the snowman’ suit with a box of brownies and a goofy grin. “merry christmas!” she greeted cheerfully, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss on your forehead. you mirrored her smile, tilting your head to the side. 

“merry christmas baby. can i ask why you’re wearing that snowman suit?” you questioned, taking the box of treats from your girlfriend’s hands and allowing her to slide her shoes off.

“i wore it in hopes of making you smile a little bit, and it seems that’s worked,” she responded, unzipping the suit and revealing a sparkly red sweater underneath. you hummed as a reply before setting the box down on the table, jerking your head towards the living room.

“well, i have a christmas movie marathon set up, i can make some hot chocolate and we just binge watch and eat?” you suggested, shrugging your shoulders with a small smile. “unless you had something else in mind.” sooyoung pressed her lips together before sticking her arms out, pouting softly.

“can’t i just hug you first?” she half-whined, gently stomping her foot. your eyebrows raised before nodding, walking into her grasp with a soft sigh, holding onto her tightly. “i missed you, y/n,” she murmured softly, bringing a hand up to gently play with your hair. you relaxed at the small gesture, leaning into her touch gently. 

“i missed you too,” you whispered softly, tensing up when you felt her other hand running along your side. she pulled away quick, concern visible in her eyes. 

“are you okay? did i do something wrong?” you frowned and shook your head, a shy smile crossing your face.

“no, you’re fine. i’m ticklish there,” you answered, pressing a soft kiss to sooyoung’s cheeks. her eyes softened before a grin crossed her face.

“are you ticklish here?” she asked before gently tickling underneath your rib cage, resulting in you squirming around and fighting giggles. “what about here?” she continued, tickling your other side while laughing along with you. you squeaked and gasped for air, pushing her hands away.

“okay, okay! i can’t take it anymore!” you squealed, face flushed a bright red. “you’re gonna use that to your advantage now, aren’t you?” you mumbled, meeting sooyoung’s eyes with a bright smile. she shrugged before reaching into her sweater pocket, pulling out a mistletoe.

“who knows? i just know i’ve got you wrapped around my finger,” she answered, holding it above your heads. you looked up at it with a grin before moving your gaze back to your girlfriend’s eyes.

“i wouldn’t want it any other way,” you responded, pressing your lips against hers carefully, enjoying the fact that they tasted like peppermint and chocolates swirled into one. she pulled away slowly after some moments, eyes sparkling. you gently poked her cheek, grabbing the box of brownies you had sat on the table beforehand. “now, what do you say to that movie marathon?”