um excuse me but why does this just say a teaspoon of angst????? THIS IS A LIE, IF IT IS ONLY A TEASPOON THEN WHY AM I LOSING MORE THAN A TEASPOON OF TEARS DNDJDJDKDK oh my god he should’ve just told her— I’m in pain right now 🤧 I came here, looking for some light hearted, cute fluff, and I just got a massive punch in the gut like OOF. of course, the fic did not disappoint, your writing can never disappoint, and I love the unique au so much, like nobody can write fantasy fics like you do 💞💞💞 but els, did you really have to drag me through all five stages of grief and dump me right back at stage one 😭😭
“what, jeno. it’s sunday. aka sleeping in day,” you grumble, face half-buried into your pillow. you hear him smile, his fingers slowly tracing over your features until his arm finally rests across your waist.
“y/n,” he says softly and you barely muster the strength to open an eyelid. his eyes are hazy, unspoken thoughts swimming in them as you stare back. you wait and wait in silence for him to say something before you turn to catch some more shuteye when—
“i love you.”
your brows immediately furrow at the admission and his stomach turns at the thought that it was a mistake, that it’s too soon in your relationship to say it. he’s mentally grasping at lame excuses in case you find it weird, but that comes to a halt when you sit up in bed startlingly fast.
“you—you love me?”
“i—” he gulps with wide eyes before nodding. “yeah, i do.”
“oh,” you breathe, suddenly aware of how dry your throat is. “well um, i… i love you too.”
you sink back into the sheets and close your eyes, not because you wanted to go back to sleep (how could you with your heart almost jumping out of your chest), but so you wouldn’t have to see jeno grinning at how furiously you must be blushing. that plan doesn’t last long when you feel him shift, his shadow soon looming over you.
“wha—jesus, jeno!” you yelp, hiding behind your hands when you open your eyes to see his face hovering barely inches above yours.
“c’mon, i just wanna give you a kiss,” he laughs, gently prodding your sides and earning a squeal from you.
“n-no!” you mumble, “what, what about morning breath?”
“are you crazy?” he peels back your hands and leans down until the tips of your noses are brushing against each other. “why would i care about that? i love you.”
i still stand by my comments from months ago— I’M GONNA FLING MYSELF INTO THE SUN, MY HEART LITERALLY SKIPPED A BEAT OVER THIS 🥺🥺🥺 if you want to find me, i’ll be sitting in the corner of my room, crying my eyes out because this. is. so. flipping. cute!!!!! 😭💖💖💖 oh pls god pls pls pls, give me a jeno like this ))):
[2:32am]Sicheng squinted as he stepped out of the pitch black bedroom into the glaring light of your studio. He shuffled further into the room, too tired to pick his feet up properly as he let his eyes adjust. Every step forward was a step further from the inviting warmth of the bed he’d just left, and he muttered something about “stupid artists” under his breath.
When he finally worked up the courage to open his eyes fully, he scanned the room with confusion, with you nowhere in sight. That is, until he remembered to look down. There you were, curled up on the floor amongst empty, curled up oil paint tubes and cups of muddy colored water, sleeping like a baby. He knew you weren’t awake to witness it, but he made a show of taking an enormous inhale, then letting his chest collapse in the heaviest sigh.
(It’s not like this was the the third time he’d found you on the floor this finals week or anything.)
“Alright, alright, up you go,” he groaned, your completely limp body not giving him any assistance as he hauled you off the floor. Once he’d scooped you up, he took a second to look at your latest work, the one you’d been killing yourself to complete by tomorrow. It was pretty stunning, no denying that. He looked at the sheer perfection you’d created, than back at you, covered in smears of paint and graphite, and chuckled. Somehow he found you, smears and smudges and all, even more beautiful.
The paint fumes must be getting to me.
He carried you back to the bedroom, prying paintbrushes from your clutches and taking off your smock before pulling the sheets over you. He was impressed by how nothing could wake you up. He sighed again, this time his breath laden with affection as he caught sight of bright yellow paint in your hair. “You are seriously a mess, y/n,” he whispered as he tried to wipe the stain away. He gave up eventually, and pressed a kiss to your colorful cheek.
“My mess.”
hello 911 I’d like to report a crime. sicheng has stolen my heart !!!!! 🥺💗💗
I can’t believe you actually wrote a blurb based off of me omg I’m crying, I’ve read this so many times now that I’ve lost count :’) this was the cutest, like he cares so much for y/n and brings her to bed AND THE YELLOW PAINT DETAIL STILL GETS TO ME ILY SARAH 💛💛💛
request:write something inspired by the words “loofah, chimney, and gluestick.”
notes: for cat @luvdsc because you sent me this ridiculous request and you’re finishing finals and you said i wouldn’t write it so i did. the first scene is based off your own idea and the rest is by yours truly.
i hope this is up to your liking! i decided to go extra tryhard and format this more ~~~professionally~~~ for you :) (and yes, this is a christmas themed fic in june)
4 Years Old
“Renjun, no!” you gasp as the boy crawls into the fireplace. You scurry off to the bathroom so quickly that you almost slip on the fuzzy reindeer socks wrapped around your tiny feet, an incessant jingling from the bells echoing through the hallway. You pluck the bright green loofah from the tub and bolt to Renjun’s room. You spot the jumbo Elmer’s gluestick, an orange diamond among the rest of his arts and crafts supplies. The bull on the label smiles up at you, advertising the product’s extra strength properties. Good. This is serious business.
this fic rec blog is basically gonna be a miss eggy shrine because I will never shut up about her and her writing!!!!!! absolutely god tier 🤩🤩 but ok let’s break this down because this is the cutest fic I have ever read and you truly are a god because you were able to turn my absurd request into art ✨✨
note :: hey, honey bee! i hope that youโll love these writings as much as i do. iโll add a memberโs link in once i rec something that features them. happy reading! - catย xo
