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Hello!!! I hope you don't mind doing this one,

Can you help me write a traumatized person who's having trouble talking because of past trauma? (They can still interact with people, but only with signs and movements, not voice) and also a little anxious

Tell me if you need more details =)

How to Write a Mute / Non-Speaking Character

-> healthline.com

-> verywellhealth.com

-> descriptionary.wordpress.com

Types of Mutism:

selective mutism: having the ability to speak but feeling unable to.

organic mutism: mutism caused by brain injury, such as with drug use or after a stroke.

cerebellar mutism: mutism caused by the removal of a brain tumor from a part of the skull surrounding the cerebellum, which controls coordination and balance.

aphasia: when people find it difficult to speak because of stroke, brain tumor, or head injury.

What Causes Selective Mutism in Adults?

having another anxiety condition, like separation anxiety or social anxiety

experiencing physical, emotional, or sexual abuse

having a family history of selective mutism or social anxiety

having fewer opportunities for social contact

having an extremely shy personality

having a speech or language disorder, learning disability, or sensory processing disorder

parent-child enmeshment, or lack of clear boundaries in the relationship

traumatic experiences

Traumatic Mutism vs Trauma-Induced Selective Mutism

if you have traumatic mutism, you may be unable to talk in all situations following a trauma.

with trauma-induced selective mutism, you may find it impossible to talk only in certain situations-- for example, in front of the person who hurt you or in a setting that resembles the circumstances of your trauma.

Different Ways Individuals with Mutism May Choose to Communicate:

Nonverbal Communication: they may rely on facial expressions, gestures, eye contact, and body language to convey their thoughts, emotions, and intentions.

Writing or Typing: they may use a pen and paper, digital devices, or communication apps to write messages, notes, or responses.

Sign Language: they can convey meaning, emotions, and engage in complex conversations through hand signs, facial expressions, and body movements.

Augmentative and Alternative Communication (AAC) Devices: these devices provide individuals with a range of tools and technologies to support their communication needs. They can include speech-generating devices, picture boards, apps, or software that allows users to select words, phrases, or symbols to generate spoken or written output.

Communication Boards and Visual Aids: Communication boards or charts with pictures, symbols, or words can assist individuals in conveying their messages.

Assistive Technology: various assistive technologies, such as speech-to-text apps, text-to-speech programs, or eye-tracking devices that aid individuals with communication.

Tips on Writing a Mute / Non-Speaking Character:

Explore the vast array of nonverbal cues such as facial expressions, body language, gestures, and eye contact. Use descriptions to convey their intentions and reactions.

Utilize internal dialogue. Offer readers a window into their internal thought process, and turn their internal dialogue into a narrative that reveals their inner struggles, triumphs, and complexities so that reader can connect with the character.

Establish a communication system that is unique to your character (Sign language, written notes, telepathy in a fantasy setting, etc.). Having a communication system allows your character to interact with other characters and contribute to the narrative.

Surround them with Understanding Characters that can aid in communcation and fostering meaningful relationships.

Establish the Barriers/Conflicts They'll Experience. Don't forget to be realistic.

Your character is not defined by their inability to speak. Make sure you do not write stereotypes and cliches. Being mute is only one aspect of their identity rather than their defining trait.

Do your research! Seek out firsthand accounts, experiences, and perspectives. Check out online forums and resources to gain insights into their unique challenges, adaptations, and strengths.

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stolen kisses with stray kids — established relationship, extreme fluff, some might be suggestive ? (2.0k words)

moments they steal a kiss & where they do it

chan. during movie night when everyone’s asleep

it’s a little scandalous, they way he reaches for your lips while his friends are asleep during one of your movie nights.

it’s around 2am, and the only reason you’re still awake is because chan’s being extra clingy with the way he squeezes your waist, running his cold hand under your shirt.

how can anyone expect him to fall asleep though? not when you’re so close to him, and he can smell your shampoo, and feel your steady breathing.

“sleepy.” you mumble, grabbing the ends of your shared blanket that jisung had stolen most of hours ago. chan had to excuse himself midway through your third movie to get you a new one.

“hmm.” he hums in response, nuzzling his nose against your hair, hands planting themselves on your bare waist. “is my baby sleepy?”

“mhm.” chan can’t help but grin down at you, disentangling his head from your hair for a moment to look at you—your sleepy smile and drooping eyes. how could he not press his lips on yours when you’re looking at him like that?

it feels like a shot of espresso, and he would’ve gone in for another one had you not fallen asleep, head buried in his neck and arms gripping his shirt.

minho. at the dance practice room while waiting for everyone else to arrive

minho’s arms are immediately locked around your torso the minute you walk into your university’s dance practice room. your boyfriend had rented it out for the evening with his friends to practice their final project, and you’d come with dinner and your support.

“5 minutes.” he whispers with a sinister grin, and you’re about to question what he meant when he goes straight in for your lips. ah, five minutes before his friends get here.

his lips aren’t shy at all. you can feel him growing more desperate as seconds pass, and you don’t know what’s gotten into your boyfriend for him to be kissing you like this, but you don’t exactly have any complaints.

minho kisses up your jaw, pulling your hips closer to his before planting his lips back on yours. and you have to admit, it’s a little attractive to catch a glimpse of the way he’s holding you and the way he’s kissing you from the dance studio’s big fucking mirror.

you don’t even realize how much time had passed. everything felt like a blur with the way your boyfriend was kissing you. but before you know it, there are knocks on the door and minho is breathing heavily against your neck.

he presses one last final kiss on your lips before he’s pulling away from the tight grip he’d placed you in earlier. it’s impressive, the way he immediately switches to a more composed version of himself—unlocking the doors and welcoming his friends inside. the smile on his face is gone, and it makes your face heat up to think that they have no idea what had happened just five minutes before they walked into the studio.

changbin. in the gym room against the lockers

“babe, i have the water bottle you’d left—oh!”

changbin gives you no warning when he kisses you against the lockers of his condominium’s gym. you suppose it’s because he’s the only one there. despite his appearance, your boyfriend is usually shy when it comes to public displays of affection.

it doesn’t help that he has a very visible afterglow after his workout session, sheen of sweat on his arms and forehead, and it really is hard to look away—well, it would’ve been hard if you weren’t so preoccupied with the way he was kissing you. it’s slow, and very very hot because it’s so uncharacteristic of your boyfriend to be kissing you like this where anyone could walk in on you. he lets his lips linger for a little longer than your usual kisses, completely taking away your breath.

when he pulls away, he’s still staring at your lips, and you can see a soft smile playing on his. he sends you another peck on the lips before he’s grabbing at the water bottle in your hand.

“thanks baby.” he downs the water in one chug, arms flexing and playing into the fabric of the top he’s wearing. you’re still against the lockers, where he’d pushed you against earlier, and his free arm is still locking you in place. you feel akin to a schoolgirl, with her crush so close.

the thought of him kissing you again like this has you mentally kicking your feet.

hyunjin. in the art studio’s closet where they keep the supplies

he kisses you in the university’s art studio closet—where they keep the supplies. you’d only meant to help hyunjin clean up, but you find yourself locked between his arms with his lips on yours. maybe it’s something about how your boyfriend is much more romantic when he’s in his artist’s mindset, but he refuses to pull away.

you don’t know he’d spent hours prior trying to paint even just a fraction of how he feels about you on the canvas. you were only able to catch a glimpse of vivid colors, the same that’s staining his hands and clinging to his skin.

hyunjin only pulls away when he accidentally knocks down a stool in the cramped space, pulling away and shyly crinkling his nose. it’s a direct contrast to how rough he’d been, hands roaming every possible inch of your face and neck and waist.

when you step outside, you catch your reflection in the studio’s big studio. the sight makes your cheeks heat up embarrassingly, and hyunjin has to apologize for caking your face with the paint that had been on his hands prior to stealing your lips in that closet.

jisung. at the dorm room while his roommate is away

can someone really blame him? you just looked so kissable with your pouty lips and your furrowed eyebrows. when you’d finally succumbed to studying for the night, jisung wastes no time, catching your lips in his.

he’d give anything to continue pressing his lips into yours for the entirety of his life.

and if not for the rest of his life, then at least for a couple more hours while the sun is still up — and while felix (his roommate) is very much not in their dorm yet.

jisung smiles at you when you pull away—that dumb smile he always gives you when he’s not quite done kissing you yet. he has his hands firmly planted on your hips, and his legs are outstretched so you’re comfortable on his lap.

you have a feeling you’ll leave his dorm with a flushed face and swollen lips. you hope felix isn’t on his way home anytime soon.

felix. while baking seungmin’s birthday cake, everytime jisung exits the kitchen

in his dorm’s mini kitchen while the three of you with jisung bake seungmin’s birthday cake. he only ever does it when his roommate is too distracted with other things like what he should get the younger boy—would a gag gift of a stuffed penis be enough to torment seungmin? you can hear him clearly from the living room, calling out to ask you for advice, but felix stands firm on wanting to kiss you until you can’t breathe.

“felix, stop! jisung might walk in on us.” though you’re telling him to stop, it’s a little hard to convince your boyfriend when you’re giggling and kissing him back.

who could blame felix though? how can he not kiss you when there’s frosting on your lips from decorating the cake? and what better way to clean it than kissing it off?

he has you lifted up on the counter, stood between your legs with his hands on your thighs. you’d shiver once in a while, it can’t be helped when the boy’s running his cold hands up and down your bare skin, hiking your shirt up just a little bit.

and he’s mastered the art of excuses at this point, always having something to say when jisung walks into the kitchen and suspiciously eyes the both of you because why are your lips the same color as the extra frosting.

though, on his hundredth attempt at secretly kissing you, jisung walks right in and immediately screams “my eyes!” as he runs away with his palms covering his eyes.

seungmin. against the bookshelves of the library

“kiss me.” it feels wrong coming out of his lips. your goody two shoes, straight a’s boyfriend, whispering for you to kiss him in the library.

seungmin’s taking advantage of the fact that nobody ever stays at the university’s library past 12am, not when exam seasons are far off. he had dragged you here earlier, something about a project, and with nothing better to do, you’d thought you would accompany him.

you’d expected him to bury his face in his laptop as usual, square glasses on his concentrated face. you didn’t expect to be making out with him against the bookshelves of the library—somewhere by the anatomy section, you don’t even remember anymore.

it’s like he prepared for this too, knowing exactly where you won’t be caught. he has you between his arms, and he ghosts your face terribly close to his.

it really isn’t difficult to admit that seungmin is wildly attractive like this. while you loved your nerdy boyfriend, something about him with his messy hair and his eyeglasses discarded has you breathing erratically.

his lips immediately catch yours when you lean forward to kiss him. it’s a little messy, but you give into it, and into his tongue that’s swiping on your bottom lip. you don’t know what had warranted this, but it definitely isn’t unwelcomed.

you only pull away when you hear the librarian surveying the lines of shelves, noticing that you and seungmin had been gone a little too long. it really isn’t that hard to find a book.

when you come back to your corner table, seungmin doesn’t say anything. his glasses are back on his frame, but it’s hard to miss his smirk and the way he’s running his tongue over his lips once in a while.

jeongin. under the school’s staircase in between class

jeongin loves to steal kisses in between classes. he’d kiss you anywhere, behind your department’s building, inside an empty classroom, anywhere with no prying eyes.

today, it’s under your school’s staircase. he kisses you sweetly, almost romantic. the kind of kiss that tells you he misses you despite it only being a few hours since you last saw each other.

he kisses you over and over in between quiet conversation about how your class went—how was that quiz you had? was it a boring one? he loves listening to you talk, and he loves interrupting you once in a while to place a short peck on your lips. it’s usually when you say your ‘w’s or any letter that puckers your lips up.

similarly, you ask him questions about his class—was his teacher a little less shitty today? did he finish that group project he’d spent many late hours on? what’s on his mind and why is he looking at you like that?

“you.” he says with a smug smile, and it makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. you stare at each other for a while, but jeongin can only go so long without your lips on his so he grabs your chin with his fingers and pulls you gently to place his lips on yours one last time.

the last kisses always last longer, when he knows he’s running out of time, and your next class is looming around the corner. and your boyfriend always knows how to make it count.

“see you on your next break, babe.”

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GOT7 / Being cuddle buddies but wanting more

Request: Hi!!! I love ur writing, can you do a got7 reaction where u guys become cuddle buddies/ napping buddies but u both want to date? Especially if you could add scenes where they cuddle and maybe the members tease them lol. Thank youuu 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸            

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Mark

When Mark wasn’t working, he was cuddling. He tried clinging to the other members but they were busy and had other stuff to do, so he didn’t want to bother them too much. You, on the other hand, seemed to love cuddling as much as he did. Which is why, whenever Mark was free, he was at your house, on your couch or in your bed, cuddling while watching movies, while listening to music, or just talking.

The members all knew where Mark was when he wasn’t home, so they didn’t even bother to call him when they needed him. They just called you, knowing that Mark was right there next to you.

One night, after Mark returned from your house at 2am (honestly, he would have stayed for longer but you had an exam tomorrow and he had rehearsals, so he had to leave), he ran into Jaebum in the hallway.

“Dude,” Jaebum said, looking at the watch on his wrist. “Did you just get home?”

“Yeah,” Mark shrugged his shoulders.

“Are you, like, moving to Y/n’s house permanently or something?” Jaebum continued, but he had started to smile already. “Because I’m pretty sure you spend more time at her house than at your own.”

Mark turned away from him because he felt the warmth spread to his cheeks. “Shut u—”

Jaebum had noticed it, though. “Did you just blush?”

“No,” Mark said, instinctively reaching to touch his cheeks and feeling how hot they were. “It’s just hot here.”

“Uh-huh,” Jaebum replied. “Seriously, man. Is there something you’re not telling us?”

Mark sighed and turned back around to look at him. “There’s not.”

“You sounded awfully sad when you said that.”

“Yeah,” Mark sighed again. “It’s just that… I don’t know. I really like being with her. I like cuddling with her. I like talking to her. I like listening to her. I… I like her.”

The more Mark talked, the wider Jaebum smiled. Finally, he patted Mark on the shoulder, grinning like a Cheshire cat. He proceeded to tell Mark how great it was that Mark fell in love and how he had to talk to you about this as soon as possible.

Mark was convinced Jaebum was right and he braced himself to tell you how he felt next time you two cuddled. Which was the next day.

Mark had a key from your apartment and usually, he always let himself in and just cuddled you, no matter what you were doing, but this time, he knocked on the door.

Confused, you went to open it and saw Mark’s flustered face and flowers in his hands.

“Oh no,” you said. “Did I forget my birthday again?”

Mark laughed awkwardly. “N-no. I don’t think you did. I just… wanted to ask you something.”

You were very confused about it but you opened the door wider, wanting to let him in so you could talk inside, but Mark shook his head.

“It’s an important question. I don’t think I’ll be coming over anymore if you say no,” he said.

Anxiety spread into your bloodstream. “What is it?”

“Will you go on a date with me?”

You sighed in relief, having previously thought that he’d ask you to help him hide a body or something similar.

“Jesus Christ, Mark,” you said, clutching your hand to your chest. “You’re so overly dramatic.”

“Please answer the question,” he asked desperately.

“Can we cuddle and just call it a date?”

“That depends,” Mark answered.

“On what?”

“Do I get to kiss you at the end of the night?”

“That depends,” you answered with a small, teasing smile.

“On what?” Mark played along.

“How good you cuddle.”

A smile spread across Mark’s face. “You know I’m a pro at cuddling.”

You opened the door wider so he’d finally come inside. “Well, then let’s get this date started.”

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JB 

Every single person on this planet who knew Jaebum could have confirmed that he was never a cuddly person. PDA, and clinginess in general, was never something he enjoyed too much.

That is, until you came along. You were probably the only person on the planet who had the ability to turn Jaebum into the fluffiest mess of cuddles ever.

One time, right before Jaebum had to do a concert, the two of you were hanging out backstage. Covered by a rack of various different stage outfits, you sat on the black leather couch at the back of the room, with Jaebum resting his head on your shoulder, his breath tickling your neck. Both of you shared earphones and were listening to the playlist you made of your favorite songs.

Jaebum had one hand draped over your waist and was taking a pseudo-nap while you changed the songs. Suddenly, someone moved the clothes on the rack. A little startled, you raised your head and were met face-to-face with a smug looking BamBam and Jackson.

“Is he sleeping on you?!” Jackson exclaimed. “Yugyeom, come see! Jaebum’s asleep on—”

“Shh!” you whisper-yelled. “He was awake the whole night, let him rest.”

“He was awake the whole night?” BamBam raised his eyebrows, suddenly very intrigued. “Doing what?”

“Finishing a book, you pervert,” you shot back while BamBam laughed. “It was too interesting to put down. He went to sleep at 6 AM.”

“Hey,” Jackson said, then. “How come you know so much about what he does at night?”

“Because we skype a lot at night,” you answered like it was not a big deal.

“So, you skyped him while he read?” Jackson asked, even more confused now. “What is the point? Did you just stare at him while he read?”

“He read it out loud,” you rolled your eyes. “I listened. But I fell asleep before he finished.”

Jackson and BamBam both exchanged a glance. Then, they turned back to you to say something else but Jaebum slowly raised his head from your shoulder and looked at the scene in front of him with sleepy eyes.

“What happened?” Jaebum asked in a husky voice that was still laced with sleep. You tried to ignore the warm feeling in your stomach that his voice caused.

“We’re not sure,” BamBam said. “I didn’t think you were a person who fell asleep while cuddling someone, hyung.”

Even you expected Jaebum to jump away from you after he’d realize that you’ve been cuddling, but instead of that, he placed his head right back on your shoulder, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

“I don’t fall asleep cuddling someone,” Jaebum said, while his hand hugged your waist tighter. “I fall asleep cuddling her.”

“This ‘her’ being… your girlfriend?” Jackson asked.

Your heart rate sped up. You chose not to say anything and instead let Jaebum handle the situation. But Jaebum was in no hurry to reply.

“Why do you have to need labels for everything?” he mumbled tiredly and cuddled into your shoulder, forcing shivers to run down your spine.

Jackson and BamBam had nothing left to say or to ask. The grins on their faces told you that every question they had was already answered, so both of them left you and Jaebum alone.

And yet you were confused. Jaebum had nor denied, nor confirmed you being his girlfriend. And although officially, you were just a friend that slept with him (platonically!), you would have been lying if you said that it didn’t feel as if there was anything else between you.

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Jackson

He used to take naps every time he was tired but lately, he wasn’t able to fall asleep. He just lied in his bed with his eyes closed, singing a song in his head but never actually managing to fall asleep.

When he got sick of not being able to sleep during the day, he called you. You weren’t sure how you would help him, but Jackson seemed to have planned everything.

He turned a movie on, and wrapped himself around you, forcing you to laugh.

“Did you just invite me here to cuddle?” you asked, trying not to suffocate from the tightness of his grip and his body warmth.

“Yes,” Jackson answered. “We’re not just friends anymore. We’re cuddle buddies now.”

You laughed again but chose not to fight it. You were actually enjoying being so close to him and were about to start up a conversation about something when you heard him start snoring softly. Quietly, you tried to call his name but he didn’t react. Instantly, you realized that he had fallen asleep.

Tying not to move much so he wouldn’t wake up, you continued to watch the movie that he had turned on until you got tired as well.

You didn’t even realize that you had fallen asleep until you woke up. And you wouldn’t have woken up if Jackson hadn’t rolled off of you, forcing the cold air of the room to hit your body and cause you to shiver.

“Did I wake you up?” he asked when you opened your eyes.

“Kind of,” you answered with a yawn. “But it’s okay. I wasn’t planning on falling asleep.”

“I was,” Jackson said. “And I did. Thanks to you.”

You smiled. “Was this your subtle way of calling me so boring that you fell asleep?”

Jackson laughed.

“Not at all,” he said. “That was exactly the reason why I invited you here. To sleep with me.”

He must have seen you widen your eyes because he stopped breathing for a good minute.

“That… didn’t come out right,” Jackson said, visibly uncomfortable suddenly. “I’m sorry. I meant, sleep as in… sleep. Just sleep. Because we’re friends. Friends with no benefits.”

His rambling made you laugh and at the sight of you laughing, Jackson relaxed immediately.

“Don’t know why I just got so weird,” he said to you then. “What I was going to say before all of that, though, was that I enjoyed this. We’re definitely taking naps together again. Actually, are you free tomorrow at, say, three-ish?”

You nodded.

“Good,” Jackson nodded back. “It’s a date then. Well, not a date but… it’s, you know, we’re doing that, then.”

You swore you have never seen him so flustered, so in order to save some of his dignity, you tried to hold back your laughter. “You can call it a date.”

“I can?” Jackson’s face lit up.

“Sure,” you shrugged your shoulders. “It’s a date where two friends meet up to sleep. A platonic date.”

“Right,” he said, the light disappearing from his face, as you saw him swallow deeply. “A platonic date.”

Jinyoung

You were the one who got him into cuddling. Before you, he preferred to sleep alone and was certain that if anyone touched him when he was in bed, he wouldn’t fall asleep. But then he found himself falling asleep while spooning you several times, and he realized that you had a calming effect on him. He didn’t sleep that well when he was alone.

“You know what?” he told you one time when the two of you were cuddling on his couch, a soft, warm blanket thrown over you both. “I want to be like this forever.”

You smiled softly. “Me too. It’s really warm and nice here.”

“No, no,” Jinyoung shook his head. “I mean, it is. But that’s not what makes this so perfect. I just… I feel so relaxed when I’m with you? You’re like one of those drugs that calm you down, what are those called again?”

“Sedatives?” you turned your head to look at him. “Are you calling me your sedative?”

Jinyoung stopped smiling. “Is it bad if I am?”

“I guess not,” you shrugged your shoulders. “Because you’re mine, too.”

You were leaning into him, his chest right next to yours, and you could feel his heart start to beat faster after you said that.

“I’m yours?” he said, quietly.

“What?” you asked and then replayed the conversation you just had in your mind. “Oh, I meant my sedative.”

His heart was still beating really fast, but his face fell a little. “Oh.”

“Do you…” you started slowly but then trailed off, too scared to finish the sentence. You were sure your heart was beating just as fast as his now. “Do you want to be mine?”

Jinyoung watched you for a moment, lots of different thoughts running through his head.

Then, he whispered the next words so quietly that you weren’t sure if you heard him correctly. “Only if you want to be mine.”

“Let me think if it’s beneficial,” you said, making him frown in confusion. “If I were yours, I’d get to cuddle you for the rest of my life, which is probably everything that I want in life, so, in conclusion, yeah. I do want that.”

“Oh, good,” Jinyoung exhaled. “Because I can’t really provide you with much of anything else. You know, I’m not good at cleaning, and oh God, I can’t choose gifts for people, so Christmas would suck.”

You laughed. “That’s okay. All I need from you is to just be next to me like this.”

He managed to bring your body even closer after you said this and then smiled in content when every part of his body was touching yours.

“Good,” Jinyoung said. “Because that’s what I’ll be doing for the rest of my life.”

Youngjae

Whenever you were over at the dorm to hang out with the guys, you always ended up cuddling with Youngjae. It was as if some magnet pulled you guys to each other, and it was impossible to resist it.

This night was no exception. The guys had all crashed in the living room, watching a movie that Jinyoung had chosen. Some of the guys were asleep just there on the floor, others were really into the movie. You and Youngjae, however, were on the couch, in the furthest part of the room, all cuddled up and nearly asleep.

“Guys,” Mark suddenly called out to you. “It’s almost thirty degrees outside and the air conditioner is not working. Surely, you’re extremely hot lying that close to each other?”

“Cuddling is not about keeping warm,” Youngjae answered because you had basically dozed off already. “It’s a form of art.”

Mark snickered. “A form of art, Youngjae? Is that the type of art you’re into now?”

Youngjae felt you stir next to him and glared at Mark.

“Shut up,” he said. “Go back to watching the movie.”

Mark raised his hands up in surrender. “Alright, sorry. Didn’t expect you to get so possessive about this.”

“H-how am I possessive?” Youngjae asked, feeling even more hotness spread to his cheeks, despite it already being fairly hot in the room.

“Are you kidding?” Mark replied. “You get all grumpy whenever someone disturbs you and Y/n. And it’s impossible not to disturb you because you guys are literally always cuddling.”

“Not always,” Youngjae said not too certainly, so he rolled his eyes to add more effect to his words.

“Maybe you don’t even realize,” Mark countered. “Your affection makes everyone sick.”

“Affection? There’s no affection. We’re just cuddling. It’s nice.”

“Yeah, it’s nice,” Mark nodded. “And affectionate. You guys are in love.”

Youngjae must have jumped up a little bit after hearing this because suddenly, you raised your head in confusion. Mark, noticing that he basically woke you up, removed himself from the room to escape Youngjae’s fury.

“You okay?” you asked Youngjae softly. “What happened?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” he said, glaring in the direction that Mark ran off to. “Sorry I woke you up. Go back to sleep, yeah?”

You only nodded, and rested your head back on his chest, while he started to play with your hair, a thoughtful expression on his face. Mark’s words really hit close to home. For a long time now, he’s been thinking that maybe the reason why he felt the need to always be touching you when you were together, wasn’t because he simply liked cuddling. Maybe it was because he had feelings for you.

And suddenly, he realized he wanted to do something else with you. He loved cuddling and napping together, but he wanted to do more. Actually, he wanted to do everything with you. And that confirmed Mark’s statement.

Youngjae breathed in sharply when he realized that he truly was in love with you and he didn’t know what he was supposed to do about it.

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BamBam

Around other people, the two of you were the best of friends. You both were a little touchy-feely with each other but nothing extreme, as long as you weren’t alone. People wouldn’t have even suspected that as long as the two of you were left alone, you found the quietest and softest part of the room that you were in, and lied down there to cuddle and possibly sleep.

“I’m going to tell you a secret,” BamBam said when the two of you were cuddling on the bench in a secluded area of the airport. The closest person to you was all the way across the room and you couldn’t even tell if it was really a person or just a random mannequin.

“Okay,” you answered, wrapping the jacket around yourself tighter. It was freezing in the airport.

“Wait, are you cold?” BamBam asked, completely distracted all of a sudden.

You shrugged your shoulders. “A little bit. But it’s okay. You were saying—”

Suddenly, BamBam moved away from you and leaned down towards his backpack that he had placed on the floor next to the bench. He unzipped it and you watched with wide eyes as he pulled a blanket out of it.

“Do you always bring blankets to airports?” you asked while he carefully wrapped the blanket around the two of you.

“No,” he said, leaning back into his seat and bringing your body closer to his to warm you up. “But I knew you’d be with me and you tend to get cold in well-conditioned areas.”

You smiled softly, already feeling a lot warmer. “Thank you.”

BamBam nodded. “Anyway, so what I wanted to say, was that cuddling with you is my favorite thing to do. Like, when people ask me, “what’s your hobby?” or “what do you do in your free time?”, I want to tell them about you and about how you’re the only person in the world who knows how to give the perfect hugs. Seriously, you’d win the hugging Olympics, no competition.”

You laughed at this. “I’m glad you think so.”

“No,” BamBam said matter-of-factly. He even sat up to look you in the eyes. “I know so.”

You were looking at each other, and it felt as if a firework went off. A firework that symbolized the end of something, and the beginning of something new – kind of like on New Year’s Eve.

Wordlessly, both of you realized that you’ve been fooling yourselves. You weren’t just friends. You weren’t just people who felt very passionate about cuddling. You were falling in love.

Yugyeom

Yugyeom had returned from his tour and the first thing he did was call you and ask if he could come over and just nap with you. You weren’t going to say no. You had missed him a whole lot and were actually excited to see him and cuddle with him like you’ve done so many times in the past.

When Yugyeom finally came over, the two of you hugged for what felt like hours. It just felt so nice to finally be able to touch and feel each other again.

“Hey!” Yugyeom exclaimed suddenly as he pulled away. “Let’s build a blanket fort.”

You raised your eyebrows. “But aren’t you tired? You just got off the plane.”

“Yeah, so what?” Yugyeom shrugged. “Let’s do this.”

His enthusiasm brushed off on you, and you shrugged your shoulders, smiling. “Sure, let’s do it.”

You spent the next hour and a half assembling pillows, blankets, and various mattresses to build the perfect blanket fort. It would have taken less time, except you both were horrible architects, and the almost-fort collapsed several times before it finally managed to stay up long enough for the two of you to lie down in it.

As soon as your heads hit the pillows, Yugyeom wrapped his arm around you, snuggling up to your side, with his eyes already closed.

“You are tired,” you said, softly caressing his hair.

He hummed in response. “I wanted to do this with you, though.”

“Is it more fun to sleep in a blanket fort or in a bed?” you asked quietly, feeling as if you’d break the intimate atmosphere of the blanket fort if you talked louder.

“It’s fun to sleep everywhere if it’s with you,” Yugyeom answered in a sleepy voice.

Your heart started to race at his words and you prayed that he couldn’t feel it, but he probably did since he was so close to you. Yugyeom opened his eyes then, and watched you for a moment, before opening his mouth to say something.

And then the blanket fort collapsed again.

Pillows and blankets all landed on you both, forcing the two of you to squeal in terror and cling to each other as if that would protect you from the horror of being hit in the face with pillows – which, surprisingly, hurt.

Once the fort had finished falling apart, both of you doubled over in laughter.

“Wow, we suck at building forts,” you said somewhere from under the pile of pillows and blankets. “We really need more practice at this.”

Yugyeom laughed loudly.

“I love this,” he said, and before he could realize, added, “I love you.”

If your heart was racing before, now it felt as if it would break your ribcage because of its rapid beating.

Surprised by his own words, and almost scared of the sudden silence, Yugyeom shifted under the pillows and released you from his grip in the process.

“Yugyeom,” you said, realizing that he was going to leave without saying anything. He tended to do that when he dealt with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” he said, standing up from the fort. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

You broke away from the pillows as well and managed to grab his hand while he tried to make his way past the ruins of the blanket fort.

“Yugyeom,” you said again and waited for a few seconds until he turned around. “I love you, too.”

And just like the blanket fort a few seconds ago, Yugyeom collapsed to his knees after hearing your words, and grabbed your face with his hands.

“I meant what I said,” he told you. “Please tell me you mean it, too.”

You nodded as much as you could. “I mean it.”

And then he kissed you and the entire world around you disappeared. The only thing that went through your mind after you felt his lips touch yours, was how happy you were that the blanket fort collapsed because this may have not happened if it hadn’t.

When he pulled away from you, both of you were breathless but Yugyeom had the widest smile on his face ever. “Let’s build blanket forts more often.”

I love it

GOT7 / Someone flirts with their S/O

REQUEST: Can you made “Got7 reaction when someone tries to flirt with his girlfriend ”

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WARNING: strong language, some mentions of violence, & some sexual themes

Mark

It took Mark over fifteen tries to ask you out because you kept mistaking his flirting for general friendly behavior. He didn’t realize that your cluelessness would continue to be a problem even when you were already in a relationship.

“Y/n!” Mark scolded as he watched a guy you were just talking to walk away. “Why the hell did you let that guy flirt with you?”

“I didn’t. What are you talking about?” you frowned. “He just came here to ask for directions and told me my dress was really nice.”

“Is that what he said?” Mark asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well, not in those words but I’m sure that’s what he meant—”

“Y/n,” your boyfriend cut you off, shaking his head. “When will you realize that almost every guy that talks to you is flirting with you?”

“They’re just being nice,” you claimed.

“They’re most definitely not,” Mark insisted. “They want what’s mine.”

Quickly realizing that arguing with him about this would be useless because both of you were the type of people to stand their ground no matter what, and sometimes, one of you had to give in or you’d continue to argue about this for months, you just sighed.

“Either way,” you said. “They’re not going to get me. I already have a boyfriend who has it all backwards, but he’s my boyfriend nonetheless.”

Mark smiled proudly at first but then realized. “I do not have it all backwards.”

“Being overly paranoid that everyone who talks to me is flirting with me, doesn’t seem like normal behavior to me, Mark,” you said, smiling sweetly. “But I still love you despite all of that.”

JB

Jaebum always clenched his teeth whenever he saw you wear something that was at least somewhat revealing. He never said anything to you because he was a decent human being and he knew he didn’t own you but boy, did the fact that you made everyone’s heads turn drove him up the wall.

Another thing he never revealed was his jealous side which, he claimed, he didn’t have at all.

“That guy at the end of the club has been staring at you the whole night,” he told you, shooting lasers at the guy, sitting in the lounge area of the club. “And it doesn’t bother me in the slightest.”

Almost laughing because Jaebum’s anger caused by his jealousy was probably visible from space, you placed a hand on his chest. “That’s great, Jae. I’m proud of you for not getting jealous pointlessly.”

“I’m going to stop by the bathroom and then we can head out, yeah?” he checked up and you nodded.

He placed a quick kiss on your cheek, glancing at the guy at the end of the club again, and then heading for the bathroom.

Obviously, as soon as Jaebum was no longer in the picture, the guy stood up and made his way to you. He was drunk. You could smell the alcohol on him from across the club.

Naturally, losing all of his common sense – not that he had a lot of that, in the first place – he started sweet-talking to you despite having just seen you with a boyfriend. As soon as his hand came to your thigh, you jumped off the bar chair, glaring at him.

“I have a boyfriend,” you said. “And I strongly suggest you leave because, frankly, he doesn’t have a very good impulse control. If he saw you right now, you’d end up at the hospital.”

“Is that the pretty boy you were with?” the guy laughed, walking closer to you again. “Come on, darling, we both know he’d be too afraid to mess up his—”

“Step the hell away from my girlfriend, you fucking son of a bitch.”

The guy in front of you instinctively took a step back at the threatening tone of your boyfriend who wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you towards the door.

“If I fucking see you again,” Jaebum glared at the guy who was still taken aback and hasn’t managed to say a word yet. “I’ll beat your ass into the pavement.”

Jackson

You were hanging around your group of mutual friends and one of them, your friend from university, asked you to explain your latest assignment to him. As you were doing that, you felt Jackson’s hand on your leg. At first, you just smiled at him, not paying attention to the unhappy expression on his face. But when he started to caress your thigh, distracting you, you turned to look at him with a frown.

“Jackson, please, would you give me a moment?” you asked.

“I can’t,” he said. “I really need your attention right now.”

“Okay. Hold on just a moment though until I finish explaining—”

“I can’t hold on any moments,” Jackson said. “I’ve been holding on the whole night.”

You knew he didn’t need you to do anything in particular, he just needed you to stop talking to others and give him attention. Sighing because you knew Jackson wouldn’t stop unless you complied, you apologized to your friend and turned to look at your boyfriend.

“You always do this,” you said.

“I’m not doing anything,” he shrugged his shoulders, smiling in content now that all of your attention was on him. “That guy was obviously only asking you questions because he’s into you. I’ve heard him talk about the assignment to his friends before. He knows very well what it’s about.”

You frowned turning around to look at your friend who had just walked away from you and was now talking to his group of friends.

“That’s bullshit, Jackson,” you said, shaking your head. “He has a girlfriend.”

“Yeah, well, he didn’t seem too bothered that you had a boyfriend so maybe he’s just a dick,” Jackson said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Whatever. You still could have been nicer.”

“I am nice,” he pouted. “It’s him who could have been less of a motherfu—”

You placed a kiss on his lips, cutting him off before he could finish. After pulling away just a second later, you saw Jackson glance at someone behind you.

“Kiss me again,” he asked you. “I want to prove that asshole a point not to mess with other people’s girlfriends.”

“Is it really him you’re thinking about when I’m kissing you?” you asked, frowning.

Jackson’s eyes returned to yours and a small smirk appeared on his lips. “Trust me, I’m thinking about something else when you’re kissing me, baby.”

Jinyoung

Jinyoung had that cute, cinnamon roll appearance that made him seem innocent and almost child-like. Which is probably why whenever you were out with him, “tough” guys always hit on you, thinking Jinyoung wasn’t dangerous.

You just watched in amusement as your boyfriend unleashed his savage side and left the other guys confused and too shocked to function properly.

“Hi, baby,” one of the so-called bad boys approached you when you and Jinyoung were waiting in line for a concert. “What do you say if you and I go for drinks after?”

“What do you say if you and my fist go out for drinks after?” Jinyoung interrupted.

The guy raised his eyebrows and turned to look at your boyfriend. “Excuse me? I don’t remember talking to you.”

“You’re about to not remember talking to my girlfriend, either,” Jinyoung started to take a step towards the other guy when you quickly jumped in front of him, blocking the two guys from each other.

“There’s no need, Jinyoung,” you said, trying to get him to look at you so he’d break eye contact with the other guy. “He’s leaving anyway.”

“Am I leaving with you, baby girl?” the guy said again, purposefully pulling Jinyoung’s strings.

You knew your boyfriend couldn’t fight. He had a way with words but he sure as hell couldn’t land a punch. And you weren’t particularly excited about spending the night at the hospital.

“You’re leaving,” you said to the guy. “Period. I’m not interested.”

“I bet I can change your mind, though,” he continued relentlessly.

“Are you fucking deaf?” Jinyoung’s tone was louder and much angrier now. “She told you to fuck off.”

“You need to put a leash on that one,” the guy told you, nodding in the direction of Jinyoung. “He seems a little rabid.”

“I’m about to go rabid on your fucking ass if you don’t—”

“Jinyoung,” you said again, having to physically push Jinyoung away, so he wouldn’t cause any more trouble. “Let’s go get some air, okay? I don’t want to be here anyway.”

Jinyoung’s eyes left the asshole who was harassing you. “But the line to the concert—”

“It’ll still be here when we come back,” you said. “You need to clear your head.”

Realizing that you were doing this so he’d calm down, your boyfriend just sighed. “He was hitting on my girlfriend, Y/n. Obviously, I had to say something.”

“And you did,” you said. “Now let’s leave before it escalates.”

“What, you don’t think I could take him?” he raised his eyebrows.

Rolling your eyes at the men’s constant need to reaffirm their masculinity, you chose to let Jinyoung win this one. “Of course, you could take him. But I don’t want you arrested, so let’s go.”

Smiling, he kissed your temple, bringing your body to his. “I love you, Y/n. And I will always defend your honor.”

“Oh God,” you groaned. “Please don’t say it like that.”

Youngjae

Youngjae never really knew how to react when other guys were hitting on you in front of him. He was jealous but he didn’t get aggressive. Which is why, he pondered his choices, not knowing what to do as he watched a guy flash you a Prince Charming-like smile

“Sorry,” you said to the guy who had just invited you to go to a party at his place. “But I’m here with my boyfriend.”

“Oh,” the smile left the guy’s face as he noticed Youngjae who was holding your hand and watching him intensely. “Well, he can come, too… I guess.”

You almost laughed at this. “No thanks. We’re just going to hang out tonight. Just the two of us. Like we do most of the time.”

“Well, that doesn’t sound very fun,” the guy said.

“Oh, believe me,” you were grinning now. “It’s very fun.”

The guy quickly understood what you were talking about and excused himself immediately. Once he was gone, you turned to look at your boyfriend with a victorious smile on your face while he just watched you for a moment.

“Did you, uh, just tell that guy we were about to go home to have sex?” he asked you.

“That’s not what I said,” you replied. “But I was hoping that that’s what he’d think.”

Youngjae smiled at this. “I don’t like that guy.”

“Me neither,” you said.

“Well, let’s go then,” Youngjae said, pulling your hand towards the exit.

“What, where?”

“Home,” Youngjae said, smiling widely now. “To hang out. Just the two of us. Like we do most of the time. Because, apparently, it’s very fun.”

You laughed at this, slapping his shoulder. “Don’t you use your words against me.”

“Hmm. What are you going to do about it?” Youngjae challenged playfully.

BamBam

Feeling possessive over you was something he had trouble getting rid of. He knew you didn’t particularly enjoy that he always had to find a way to show everyone that you were his, but it felt as if he lost his mind whenever someone else was talking to you.

Always wrapping an arm around your waist whenever you were talking to someone that wasn’t him, he’d bring your body closer to his, being unnecessarily over-affectionate just to prove a point.

“Bam, you’re seriously starting to embarrass me,” you told him once the guy you were talking to walked away.

“What, my love is embarrassing you?” BamBam asked, feigning shock.

“It’s not love,” you said. “It’s your… honestly, I don’t even know what you’re doing but you need to stop.”

“Y/n, that guy was obviously flirting with you,” he told you matter-of-factly. “Did you honestly expect me to just stand back and watch?”

Trying not to laugh at this, you cleared your throat. “He was flirting with me, huh?”

“Yes!”

“Well, that sure as hell is going to make a fun family story next Christmas,” you said. “Because that guy was my cousin.”

Suddenly very awkward, BamBam released his grip on your waist. “Oh.”

You finally laughed at this, while he groaned.

“Don’t laugh, Y/n! I didn’t know!” he asked, but that just made you laugh even more.

“That is precisely why you should stop acting like you own me in front of people, Bam,” you said, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“In front of people, huh?” his voice was suddenly lower and needless to say, you weren’t laughing anymore. “Then can I act like I own you when it’s just us two?”

Exhaling quietly, you looked around to see if anyone was close enough to you two to hear what you were talking about. Thankfully, no one was.

Walking even closer to your boyfriend, you wrapped an arm around his neck and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “You already own me when it’s just us two.”

Wrapping his arms around your waist tightly, he made you gasp and pull away to look him in the eyes.

“You have five minutes to tell everyone goodbye,” BamBam told you. “Because we’re going home.”

Yugyeom

Yugyeom never expressed his jealousy when he saw someone flirt with you but you could tell by the way he turned quiet that he wasn’t very happy with the guy who was talking to you. You rebuked the guy’s attempts to flirt with you and eventually, he took the hint and walked away.

When you asked Yugyeom what was wrong and why was he so quiet all of a sudden, he didn’t say anything, though. And he didn’t have to. You already knew what was wrong.

However, you didn’t expect him to be so cold to you the whole day.

“Yugyeom,” you said, losing patience because the two of you were preparing to go to bed and he was still not talking to you. “Honestly, what’s wrong? You’ve been acting weird the whole day.”

Finally, he sighed and sat down on the bed. “I just feel so helpless whenever others hit on you that I don’t even know what to do with myself.”

The insecure undertones when he spoke was what made you stop doing what you were doing and walk around the bed until you were standing directly in front of him.

“You don’t have to do anything,” you told him. “I love you, Yugyeom.”

“I know,” he nodded. “But sometimes I wonder why.”

You raised your eyebrows in shock. “What? Why would you—Yugyeom, are you seriously doubting what we have right now?”

“It just doesn’t make sense to me sometimes,” he admitted with a sigh. “There are so many better guys than me—”

“Well, there are so many better girls than me,” you countered. “And you’re still with me.”

“Because I love you,” Yugyeom replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Exactly!” you replied. “Remember that I have to watch you be surrounded by girls almost every time we go out and I try not to let it get to me.”

“Yeah, because you don’t get jealous.”

“I do,” you disagreed. “Believe me, I do. But I remember that you love me and I get over that jealousy.”

“It’s not so easy,” Yugyeom sighed.

“Well,” you said, sitting on the bed next to him and placing a hand on his knee. “Then I guess I’ll have to keep reminding you how much I love you so you always remember.”

belovedest boo ❤️

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yookihhh: the last coffee he had

“My body and mind are physically tired but I think I’m in a state where my motivation and passion are burning even though I’m tired. When you’re preparing for something big, sometimes your mind overpowers your body...”

cr: thatcoolcatmeow

I needed to be somewhere different. Maybe I needed to be someone different, too.

Heather Davis

I think I might always be in some kind of love with you.

F. Cabanes

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lace teddy (ldh)

♡ pairing: haechan x reader. ♡ genre: fluff. ♡ content: parents au, established relationship, dad!hyuck, sleepy!hyuck. ♡ wc: 0,5 k an: once you enter this state you don't get to leave, huh?

you stir in your dreams as your senses stretch and intertwine in a spiral that lulls you into semi-unconsciousness before the icy touch on your arm pulls you out of the planet of dreams. because there he is, at the foot of your bed, watching you with sleepy eyes.

“mommy.” he whimpers in a whisper, pulling you out of your slumber almost immediately and shooting your body upright. “jisoo, sweetheart...” you murmur, gently removing the placid arm around your waist to take the child in your arms. he's freezing. an alarm goes off in your instinct and you panicked, thinking on repeat to protect him at all costs. “i dreamt bad things,” he confesses, rubbing his eyes as you bring him with you under the covers. “oh, baby...” you try to warm him up by stroking his back and hair. your lips leave a small kiss on the crown of his head. “don't worry, love.”

something shifts behind you as you lull jisoo to sleep. haechan's been dreaming a dream he no longer remembers because he's aware now. something's missing. without the warmth of your embrace he's getting cold, so between dreams, his hands seek for you in the dark. not awake, barely conscious, he mutters your name. is he having a dream about you?

reaching your body and drawing you to him as he gains consciousness, hearing your whispered voice saying something. completely lethargic, he nuzzles into your neck as he wakes up almost automatically; he hears you clearly now. “a monster!” the child whisper in a squeal. “oh my goodness, what makes it a monster?” he's barely awake, yet a smile flourishes on his lips the moment he hears your voices trying to stay quiet as you chuckle.

“it has tremendous teeth and it's hairy.” you patiently hear him explain. “did he harm you?” you wonder, feeling him shaking his head, “well, maybe his only crime is looking terrifying,” you observe. “maybe next time you can ask him if he's scared too.” your head lolls to one side just to see haechan peeking over your shoulder, whit his cheek pressed on your skin and his eyes traveling to yours and something like love expands in your chest. “can you stay with jisoo while i check donghyun?” you ask, watching him nodding as he lazily shakes off his dreams.

you get out of bed and walk down the hall to the half-open room. there is barely a faint light coming from the moon-shaped lamp in the outlet, which allows you to see the figure crouched in its crib. in the gloom, you approach donghyun and make sure he is okay. combing his little caramel curls out of his plump, tanned cheeks. two brown sleepy orbs blink at you. “mom... i was trying to fall asleep to fight jisoo's monster.” you stroke his hair, in awe. “were you?” you say in shock as a laugh escapes your lips. “i'm sorry, love.”

seeing that you are there, you make sure that he is well. “want to come with us?” you take him in your arms. “i'm sure you will, baby,” you assure him as he explains his scheme with slurred and sleepy words, remaking the way to your room. you're about to go inside, but suddenly stop halfway to record the intimate moment that unfolds inside the bedroom. unable to interrupt, you sharpen your ears as donghyun rests his head on your shoulder, dozing.

you barely hear your husband's melodious voice humming a song you vaguely remember hearing. savoring the name on the tip of your tongue, your heart bloom at the familiar song. “the monster's gone, he's on the run. and your daddy's here...” you smile tenderly as your hand caresses donghyun's back, ultimately recognizing what he's singing.

he's there, with his eyes closed as he comforts jisoo into his arms. lyrics slipping from his lips full of love.

“beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. beautiful boy.”

they should invent a way to hug your online friends who live so so far away