P r o t e c t t h i s c h i l d a l l t h e c o s t Hello my followers!, how are today?, I hope fine :B Now I did a drawing of the beautiful Lux <3 It was really funny to drew her! (especially the part of his ‘’hair’’ uwu
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His father, a successful lawyer, provided Edward with many advantages, including music lessons and the opportunity to attend private school… Edward excelled at his studies and became an accomplished pianist.
Author’s Note: I decided to write this to celebrate the trailer of American Assassin coming out and it was a fucking amazing trailer. Dyl looked so good. oml. I want to thank like all my friends for encouraging me that this is good! I wanna thank @dumbass-stilinski for looking it over, helping me with some parts, and just being amazing all around. You da best babe. I hope you guys enjoy!!
“He was tall and straight; his hair was of shining gold, his face fair and young and fearless and full of joy; his eyes were bright and clean, and his voice like music; on his brow set wisdom, and in his hand was strength.“—The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring, Many Meetings
And, that’s it! It’s seems like Lance died but like…psssh, he…he’s sleeping, kay? Yah… btw LONG. POST. Translations: Ae-in (Sweetheart), Amor (Love)
Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me.
One, two, three blinks and then –
Lance’s eyes stay closed.
“No.” Keith whispers horrified, his hand aimlessly patting the glass powerless, “No, no, no, no, no. Lance, please, no.”
There’s nothing at all. There’s no flutter of eyelids or a steady breathing or even a twitch.
There’s nothing but a ghost smile in those pale half parted lips.
“L-Lance.” He chokes out weakly, barely acknowledging the tears running down his face, “Ae-in?”
Lance just sits there, body heavily pressed against the glass, right in front of Keith, mouth frozen in a permanent silent sigh and Keith snaps.
“No!” He screams, “No, no, no! Lance! I-I love –! Lance, please! Come back! Come back, please! I-I didn’t –!” Keith’s voice breaks, words still falling out of his mouth without his consent, “I love you too! Please! I didn’t get the chance to –! Don’t do this, please! I’m begging you! Lance!”
This can’t be happening. Keith thinks as his fist pounds at the glass that block his way to get to the brunet. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be –
“Please, please, please, break. Break goddamnit, please!” He shouts, standing up and activating his bayard, not hesitating a tick before he’s lashing and stabbing the glass, “Break, break. Please, please – BREAK!”
It doesn’t and Keith can only slash out at the damn glass over and over again. His vision gets blurry as more tears keep gathering in his eyes and suddenly there’s no air in his lungs and he can’t breath, he can’t hear, he can’t - he can’t –
“No!” He yells as soon as someone grabs him from behind and pulls him away, “No! Get off of me! Get off –! Lance! Lance, please! No!”
Lance’s figure just keeps getting further and further away from him. He’s basically slipping through his finger and he can’t do a damn thing.
“S-Stop.” Keith sobs out desperately, dropping his entire body in defeat against the strong hold he’s trapped in, “S-stop, p-please, I-I can’t–I didn’t tell him –!”
Faint black spots start appearing in his vision. He tips to the side exhausted as he look straight into the only blurry blue dot he can see.
“L-Lance.” He whispers brokenly, “L-Lan –”
Keith hears the sound of something shattering as he loses conscience but he’s just not sure on what exactly.
Many days had passed and Harry was sitting into Sirius’ room, along with Ron and Hermione. He hated being into the Blacks house, especially because he felt so guilty about facing Sirius everyday and not telling him the secret he knew about him. It put so much pressure on him that he did everything to avoid his godfather during the Christmas holidays, which made him sad and anxious. He needed his presence more than anything but he couldn’t handle looking at him in the eyes with what he now knew. The first day when he came to Grimmauld place, he thought about telling at once Sirius. But the man didn’t seem to be in a good mood; in fact, he looked more depressed than he looked back when he got out of Azkaban. One night, as Harry came downstairs to get a glass of water after a nightmare, he surprised a conversation between Lupin and Sirius, as they were drinking into the drawing room together.
‘I tried to look for her, but it’s like she vanished into thin air’ he heard his godfather whisper.
There was a pause.
‘Come on Sirius, don’t get yourself into trouble just for her.’
‘Just for her? Do you know how much time I spent thinking she believes I am guilty?’
‘Why does it matter? You said it yourself, it’s been ages.’
Harry heard Sirius swallowing heavily his liquor.
‘What about me?’ he asked.
‘You are safe here. Don’t you think about going out of here ever again before it’s okay for you to do so’ replied Remus with a cold voice.
‘It’s like you don’t want me to see her. Is it? Are you hiding something from me? Is she okay?’ said Sirius, sounding nervous and angry.
‘Are you thinking straight, Pads?’
There was another pause.
‘The girl has moved on, don’t go trouble Y/N with your excuses and explications!’
‘What’s the matter with you, since when did you lose any empathy for your old friend? I just want to see her again, just one time, for Merlin’s beard-‘
‘She’s married Sirius! There, I said it. She has a life of her own now, she moved on, don’t go trouble her with the past! What are you thinking, that she was going to wait for you? It’s been almost fourteen years.’
Harry felt the tension in the room. For a few minutes, he wondered what was happening as he heard nobody talk anymore. As time passed and nobody move or spoke, Harry walked silently back into his room. He felt so sorry for Sirius he couldn’t breathe anymore, his chest hurt. How he wished Sirius knew that he had a daughter with Y/N, that he had a future of his own, that he hadn’t lost everything. He heard somebody opening the door. Hermione was standing in the doorway, looking at him curiously.
‘I thought I heard noise in here’ she whispered.
‘Couldn’t sleep’ replied Harry, trying to chase away his thoughts.
She looked at Ron who seemed to be lost into a deep sleep.
‘That makes at least two of us’ she smiled. ‘Mind if I come in?’
Harry shook his head and Hermione sat beside him on the bed.
‘Are you having visions again?’ she enquired.
‘No, that’s not it’ said Harry, feeling uncomfortable with what he just heard.
Hermione put her hand on Harry’s and looked at him with sincere eyes.
‘You know, you can tell me anything.’
Harry smiled back to her and they sat in silence, staring at the flames crackling in the fireplace.
‘Hermione?’ said Harry, breaking the silence.
She looked up at her friend.
‘What would you do if you knew a secret, a big one, that would change one’s perception on life and future?’
She frowned her eyebrows.
‘Who would it concerns?’ she asked.
‘I know something – something very important – but I’m not confident about telling the person it concerns, because I’m not sure how that person would react.’
‘Harry, you’re worrying me… Why don’t you just tell me what it’s about and I’ll try to help?’
Maybe he could tell Hermione. He looked at Ron, fast asleep.
‘Are you familiar with the other students? Other houses, other years?’
Hermione raised her shoulders.
‘I don’t know everybody, but I have a good memory.’
‘There’s this girl, maybe you know her. Second grade’ he continued.
‘Well, I came to know recently, something about her. Something huge.’
‘I didn’t know you were interested in gossip, Harry’ mumbled Hermione, not sure where her friend was going with this.
Harry sighed heavily.
‘You know Y/D/N Y/L/N?’
Hermione raised her shoulders again.
‘Long black hair, silver eyes. She’s pretty too. She’s in Slytherin.’
‘The name does ring a bell. But I’d have to see what she looks like, to be honest… Where’re you going with that Harry?’
Harry felt his hands becoming sweaty and his blood pumping loudly in his veins.
‘You wouldn’t have to get out of this house to see what she looks like…’ he whispered.
Hermione raised her eyebrows and waited for the denouement. Harry felt nervous, he wished she’d have put the puzzle pieces together by now.
‘Don’t make me say it, don’t make me say it’ he thought.
‘Wait a minute…’ he heard Hermione say.
She got up and started pacing in the room.
‘I think I know who you’re talking about. She has those shiny long black hair does she? I remember her cause the first time I noticed her, she was in the library and something about her felt very familiar when I glanced at her!’
Harry waited patiently for Hermione to figure it out.
‘The eyes, yes, the eyes. These silver eyes, well, her whole face expression, the smirk…’
There was a long pause. Her eyes widened and she put her hand in front of her now opened mouth, her expression shocked.
‘Are you sure?’ she asked, nervously.
‘Without a doubt.’
‘Does he know?’
Harry shook his head and felt his eyes burn.
‘I surprised a conversation and I asked questions to Lupin afterwards and pretty figured the rest myself.’
‘Then maybe you’re wrong’ suggested Hermione, not sure she really wanted to believe what she was just told.
‘No. Lupin confirmed it. He asked me to tell no one, but how could I keep this to myself?’
‘You need to tell him, Harry!’ said Hermione, hurrying to her friend, taking him by the shoulders.
‘How can I be the one telling him? How can I tell Sirius that he has a daughter he doesn’t know about?’
Harry heard the floor crack outside the room. Both he and Hermione jumped with fear. He stood up and looked into the door crack that Hermione didn’t close entirely. There, two pairs of bright silver eyes were shining into the dark, reflecting the dancing flames of the fireplace behind Harry’s weak body, surrounded by black fur all around. The big dog seemed to look blankly at Harry. Surely, Sirius had heard them say they weren’t able to sleep and decided to make them laugh by transforming into Padfoot, like he did some nights before. He started to walk slowly in reverse.
‘Sirius, I-‘ Harry tried to mumble.
But the dog had disappeared.
‘SIRIUS!’ he shouted again, waking up Ron and the entire household.
They heard a door being shut down loudly downstairs.
A/N: I’m back from a writing hiatus as you’ve probably noticed, so here’s some Sam Winchester smut.
Pairing: implied Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester x reader
Word Count: 3,120
Warnings: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT. Angst????
His lips on your neck only barely ignite the spark you’d feel if it were the man you’d imagined. Why you’d initiated this bar bathroom quickie was a mystery to you. No one was him. No one came close to being Dean Winchester.
What was this guy’s name? Henry? Harry? Hal? You can’t remember, and quite frankly, you don’t care. Quickies and one night stands only tide over the very strong need for Dean for a day. Is it even worth it?
She was beautiful. Gorgeous, even. But, that’s what everyone thought, even Bill Denbrough the quite boy who always sat at the back of the room.
(Y/N) (L/N) was the most popular girl in Bill’s school. Everyone in Derry knew her. And everyone loved her. Whether it was platonic or not.
There was no doubt that when (Y/N)’s little sister went missing, she would be devastated. She spent all her time with her sister. So, when she went missing, she walked around the halls, less confident then usual. She slumped when she sat, which she never used to do. Worst of all, she hid the sadness, but every once and a while, you could see her break. She’d run straight to the bathroom and no one would go near the room until she walked out.
Bill was the most concerned out of everyone, you could see it in his expression every time he looked over at her only to find her running to the bathroom again, her face showing so much emotion. His friends always teased him about his little crush.
They both knew the other existed, they just never talked to each other.
(Y/N) thought the boy with the stutter was brilliant. He always had something smart to say (at least when she heard him talk) and when he said it, he stutter but, she could hear the slight confidence in his words. He had a group of friends who, (Y/N) could tell, made him extremely happy.
(Y/N) couldn’t help but be jealous of Bill and his friends. Her friends were vile. They laughed at her failers and ‘boo'ed at her victories. But, everyone thought her friendships were perfect. She hid the hurt and the betrayal she felt in her heart.
On the day before summer break, (Y/N) and Bill finally interact.
“Bill! Get your ass over here!” Richie called from the other side of the school yard.
“Coming!” He called back, quickly making his way over the freshly mown lawn. Richie yells at him more and Bill picks up his pase.
Suddenly, Bill falls to the ground.
“H-hey-” he starts as he looks up at the person who bumped into him. It’s (Y/N), the girl he admired from afar.
“I’m sorry, Bill. Didn’t mean to get in your way.” She says as she holds out a hand for him to take.
As soon as he touches her skin, he feels like fire is running through his viens. Her hands were extremely soft, like a cloud. He never wanted to let go.
“Hey Bill, I think your friends are calling you.” (Y/N) states. Bill is quickly realizing he is still holding her hand and they’ve been staring at each other for the past 2 minutes.
“O-oh. Um, t-thank yu-you.” He quickly takes his hand away from here and wipes off his jeans which, are covered in dirt.
“Bill!” Stan calls.
“You better go. They might bite your head off.” (Y/N) jokes. Though, Bill wouldn’t be surprised if they did decapitate him.
“Bye, Bill. I hope we can hang out sometime. Have a great summer!”
“Buh-bye.” Bill starts to walk away from the beautiful girl. All he can think about is the girl’s beautiful hair and her soft hand and-
“Billy, you just talked to (Y/N) (L/N)! Your all time biggest crush.” Eddie says loudly.
“Eddie, qu-quite d-down. The wh-whole school do-doesn’t need to know that.”
He looks over where (Y/N) left. He hands were so soft.
(I might continue this. It just depends if people like it)
WDW’s Reaction to Their S/O Having Cramps & Moodswings
A/N: idk this feels kinda specific but also I really wanted to make it so hopefully y’all enjoy! Also this is just based off my personal experiences with periods, and what’s been recalled to me through a few close friends. I know everyone goes through different things and I don’t wanna make assumptions. Love you all! -Anna
Disclaimer: Period talk ahead- just putting it out there.
♡J O N A H♡ Would be the king of caring for you (no I’m not just saying that because he’s my lane)no matter how you felt- even if you were having a perfectly fine day.
“Are you doing ok, Princess? Do you need anything?”
“Umm, no…I’m fine babe, thanks thou-”
*opens up his actual tote bag filled with goodies because Jonah’s a mom friend i stg*
“Do you want some trail mix? I custom ordered it gluten and dairy free because I know you feel bloated after you eat gluten or dairy or I also have some Gatorade if you’re low on electrolytes or I have moist towelettes if you’re feeling overheated or-”
“Jonah…Jonah? Jonah oh my god I don’t need a- wait, is that a candy bar?”
“Umm, yeah, but that’s m-”
“Can I have the candy bar?”
“Umm, are you sure you don’t want the-”
“I want the candy bar, Jonah.”
If you were having rough period day though, he’d actually be really empathetic, and pick up pretty easily on what would frustrate or aggravate you (basically he wouldn’t nag you with his tote bag of period goodies). He’d probably enjoy a chill day in with you, and anything that was sore or hurting he’d do his best to fix however he could- because at the end of the day there’s nothing that would upset him more than you being uncomfortable or in pain. More than likely he’d bundle you like a burrito in a heated blanket and wrap his limbs around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he softly whispered to you that everything was going to be ok, and that he loved you very much.
☆C O R B Y N☆ Would be extremely soft and caring with you in as much as he could, including your grouchy attitude. More than likely, anything you’d say he’d immediately agree with just to keep you happy, no matter what.
“You know, I think chocolate’s actually good for you. Like, it’s a plant, so it’s basically a vegetable. I’m eating a vegetable right now.” Pursing his lips together and refusing to make eye contact with you as he flipped through the channels on the T.V. he’d nod.
“Yeah, I read something about that. They’re actually considering repackaging chocolate’s everywhere to cater to the vegan community.”
On a serious note though, he’d probably be the most interested in knowing what’s actually going on- like, he’d be on google for hours.
“Princess? How long have you been menstruating?” (would 100% call it menstruating)
“Ummm, a few hours? Why?” Excitedly, he’d pull up a very detailed diagram of a step-by-step process of what’s happening in your body.
“You’re currently shedding your endometrium!” Cringing, you’d shake your head violently as you playfully pushed him away.
“Corbyn if you say endometrium one more time I’m gonna throw up I’m not kidding.”
♧D A N I E L♧ Would be the most likely to handle it the best. He’d always be 100% prepared with a heating pad and pain killers, and would be the most likely to listen to your rants or concerns with sincerity instead of just writing it off as hormones.
*wiping away a fear stray tears*
“Sometimes I just feel like I really want a pet dragon, you know Danny?” He’d nod, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as you grew tired. Running his hands softly through your hair and laying soft kisses on your forehead, he’d reply.
“You’d be crazy not to, baby. Could you imagine how handy a pet dragon would be? You could get an old fashioned tower and store your most prized possessions there…you could fly…it’d be the perfect companion.”
He’d also be flexible with any plans you two had made earlier, more than happy to skip the adventures and take a chill day in watching movies and having heart to heart conversations about the little things in life.
♘J A C K♘ Wouldn’t catch on right away, but once he did he’d be 100% loving and cuddly, wanting nothing more than for you to feel comfortable. That being said, he would NOT agree with you on everything the way Corbyn would.
*watching a Purina Dog Food commercial and sobbing*
“That dog is so- *sniffle* -happy to have his- *sniffle* -food and why can’t the whole world be that happy!?” Jack would roll his eyes, not looking up from his phone as he replied.
“Because the whole world isn’t an over-payed ungrateful golden retriever who sells dog food to pay for their owner’s vacation to Bali.” Sobbing harder at this, you’d pelt countless throw pillows at his head which he was 100% not prepared for.
“Y/N WHAT THE HELL STOP! OW, THAT ONE HURT! IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOU’RE CRYING OVER A DOG FOOD COMMERCIAL!”
“DAMIEN’S A YELLOW LAB, JACK! HE’S A YELLOW LAB WITH FEELINGS AND A FAMILY TOO, YOU KNOW!”
“Baby, you know I love you- but that’s a golden retriever and-”
*immediately pelted with another throw pillow*
In all seriousness though, Jack would probably make you laugh the most, because even though he might tease you from time to time, he really only wants to make you feel better. The two of you would spend the rest of the day cuddled up on your mountain of throw pillows watching cute baby animal compilation videos online and playfully teasing each other the way the two of you always do.
♕Z A C H♕ Ok, here’s the thing with Zach. Does he get slightly afraid of you when you get into a mood or give him the cold shoulder? Yeah. Does he understand how periods work? Not really. But let me tell you- this boy would NEVER shy away from the tampon/pads aisle. It wouldn’t bother him in the slightest. If you needed him to run to the store to get your favorite treats, some pain killers and a box of period products- he’d be on it, no questions asked. Checking out in front of other people at the store would actually fill him with a weird sense of pride and responsibility, and for that you were eternally grateful.
*on the phone in Walmart loudly*
“Yeah, I’m staring at the tampons now, what brand did you say you wanted?”
*at home giggling*
“Zach, don’t be so loud people are gonna look at you funny!”
“So, who cares? You’re my girlfriend, babe. Wait, hold on a sec, this grandma is giving me a side eye.”
*holds phone slightly away from his ear*
“EXCUSE ME MA’AM UNLESS YOU WANNA EXPLAIN THE BASIC FUNCTIONALITY OF A DIVA CUP TO ME I SUGGEST YOU QUIT STARING!”
*to the phone*
“Alright baby, you have about 30 seconds to tell me what to buy before someone comes to kick me out of Walmart.”
Pronouns: Gender-Neutral (if you’d like to request different pronouns just ask ❤)
Warnings: Nudity (I mean, they’re showering together so), steamy kissing, swear words, bad writing
- You only suggested it because you were running late
-Like an, “I’ve gotta leave in fifteen minutes and I feel like a grease ball so can just jump in with you?” type of thing
- he was like “ok…” but secretly he was like “HoLy ShIT”
- he would try his best not to… stare?
-Bless him he’d just turn his back to you and keep rinsing his hair and try really hard not to get a boner
-But then you’d be like, “Peter look” and he’d turn around to see that you’d given yourself a mohawk with the shampoo and he’d laugh and just be like “holy fuck they’re cute”
-But then you’d be like “Here, let me give you one”
-and he smiles and you start to lather up the shampoo in his hair and your nails feel really good on his scalp
-he’s just in heaven aww
-You know that face that dogs make when you scratch them behind the ear?
-Yeah, that’s basically the face he makes everytime you play with his hair
-just a content little smile
-he gives you a little beard with bubbles and you do the thing that kids do in the pool where they flip their hair over on itself and it looks like George Washington
-Everytime he’d laugh those f u c k i n g d i m p l e s
-He looks so cute with his hair all slicked back from the water awwwwwww
-you stop to play with his hair for a second and everything’s so warm and soft and soapy and sweet
-And he turns to you kind of abruptly and is like,
-“Hey, can I kiss you?”
-And you’re like, “yeah…” but in your head you’re like “HoLy ShIT!!!”
- and he kisses you and you can feel him smiling and his nose and cheeks are red from the steam and w o w i e
-and it was fuckin gentle and shit! Not like Peter, who sped through literally everything. It was slow and nervous and soft and sweeet.
-and both of y'all are all wet and slippery and soapy
-his chest is right up against yours and it kind of turns him on a little bit
-You run a hand through his hair and bite his lip softly and he groans and pushes you back against the wall.
-Your arms are around his neck and his hands are grazing over your hips and the small of your back
-the kiss breaks because you nearly slip but he grabs your arms and you steady yourself against the wall and you and you both laugh
-And he’s so freakin cute with his wet hair and that wide grin and the little drops of water sticking his eyelashes together and trailing down his nose
-You both decide that you’re wasting too much water and you dry off. He throws you an old band shirt and It’s all worn out and comfy (He’s had it since middle school and it’s been worn and washed like 5,000 times and the dye is faded and the fabric is all stretched out and the logo on the front is all cracked you know what I’m sayin? Yeah)
-He’s too lazy to dry off that well so his shoulders are still covered in little droplets of condensation
-His wet hair is pushed behind his ears and he’s all cute and Squeaky Clean ™
-You end up missing whatever you were going to and you couldn’t care less.
sunshine???? and not just from the holy brightness radiating from his skin
he smol but would fight anyone who makes u upset
he doesn’t like waking up early like he’s the type who would naturally would wake up at like two in the afternoon and refuse for you to leave him in the bed by himself
probably doesn’t let you go to the bathroom bc of how comfortable he feels with you in his arms
you: babe i might pee on you
sungwoon, still half asleep: that’s…..fine……..
bonding time with sungwoon is playing video games together
at first he just let you win a few times but then you started taunting him like “wow sungwoon how many years have you played this game for??? and you lost to mE????”
sungwoon: mercilessly kicks ur ass and then treats you to dinner bc he felt bad
sometimes he takes you out to hang out with some of his celebrity friends like kai and jimin so he can look cool and be smug like “hey look I have a fiancé and y’all dON’T” but when you start fawning over his friends bc ur a fan he regrets everything and sulks on the way home
when u ask him what’s wrong he just dramatically sings the lyrics to downpour
but can you imagine sungwoon singing a song to almost evERYTHING you say??
you: hey babe can you ask jimin if I can one of bts’s albums?? I’m a bIG fan u know—
sungwoon, with the hand movement and everything: never
texts you back with song lyrics too like stop this boi
his sister aDORES you and tbh the two of them fight for your attention
sungwoon is literally all about that pda and skinship like if u thought yoo seonho was clingy pls meet actual koala ha sungwoon
back hugs front hugs side hugs u name it
likes having his hand rest on your waist
during a soft and satisfying cuddling session he says things like “time I command u to stop”
i say that sungwoon is soft but he can also be downright illegal if u think i’m lying pls watch the burn it up fancam
this is embarrassing but sometimes sungwoon really wishes he could be taller so he could that “i’m too tall for u to kiss” teasing
he’s super nice though?? the lengths that he goes through to make sure you’re happy are longer than guanlin’s legs
the reason why he’s boyfriend goals is that he’s always prepared for the worst like once the power suddenly went out throughout the neighborhood and u were panicking bc when is this shit gonna be fixed??? and sungwoon literally brought out a bunch of candles and flashlights from his own bag
you: why do you have these on you?? shouldn’t you have just clothes and your toothbrush?
sungwoon: I can never be too prepared!! I also have canned beans
his luggage is on the same level as doraemon’s pocket
imagine camping with him he can probably bring out an oven from his bag
allllllwwwaaayyyysss texts you after practice and updates you on what he’s doing and then asks if you’ve eaten
if not then he’ll literally order delivery straight to your place
he always insists on singing you to sleep and honestly can you imagine his godly vocals singing a sweet lullaby until you drift into the sweet of dreams
asks u to dye your hair the same color as his to be cute and cheesy
he takes a bunch of photos of yall on dates and snapchats them to the wanna one group chat to brag but usually he just gets his ass roasted
seongwoo: are u even tall enough to kiss them
seongwoo: hey look they were glancing at the cute waiter by the door
seongwoo: according to a psychological study if your date has their legs crossed and facing the bathroom door they want to go
sungwoon, maintaining his sanity: I am the o l d e r o n e
he can’t really tease though sungwoon’s usually straightforward and direct abt what he wants
his kisses are like?? sloppy sometimes bc he can’t control how much he wants to kiss u and accidentally smacks his teeth into yours lmao
his lips are beautiful tho and are almost always soft??? u don’t even remember him ever putting chap stick on
nicer kisses with sungwoon when he’s not as impulsive are cute bc when the kiss is slow and feels like it’s out of a drama he gets embarrassed afterwards
late night movie marathons with the skin care masks on and after every heartbreaking moment in a movie y’all would turn to the other and burst out laughing bc you both look ridiculous
sungwoon voice: riddikulUS, lus, lus, lus…
the more serious side of his occurs when you’re on the brink of breaking
whenever you’re vulnerable like that sungwoon calls you and doesn’t hang up until he’s by your side
and once he’s there he just doesn’t let you go like taehyun can spam his phone all he wants but sungwoon doesn’t leave until you’re better
he just talks endlessly and holds your hand and repeating the words “i’m here” and “it’s gonna be okay. trust me.”
he never goes into detail or depth about your situation because…..to him, the most important thing is not what happened, but your emotional stability
I mean later he’s probably gonna beat up whoever made u upset
sungwoon is a living sun in your life because he’s always there wherever you are to let you see that light at the end of a tunnel