Um. I Dont Put My Age On Here To Be Safe But I Think An Author Blocked Me Because They Thought I Was

um. i don’t put my age on here to be safe but i think an author blocked me because they thought i was a minor ☹️ HELP HAHA UH.

FUCK A BREAKUP! YOU EVER WANTED TO REREAD A FIC, AND THE AUTHOR DEACTIVATED THEIR ACCOUNT.

i watched the new haikyuu movie and suddenly i have inspiration…

☆ SEUNGCHEOL BOYFRIEND TEXTS

pairing: seungcheol (s.coups) x f!reader

warnings: established relationship, cursing, more?

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— mission; steal his dimples | c.sc

genre; tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, gn! reader | tw; mentions of food. | a/n; in my soft era. been wanting to write this forever. i love how im writing anything but my wips :)) anyways, enjoy this!

you push open the door gently, peeking your head in to ensure that all is clear. clear. a triumphant smile sits on your lips as you tip-toe into the chambers you shared with your lover. there he is. 

seungcheol lies asleep on the bed, warmed by the blanket you both crocheted on a sleepless night. his face sticks out from it, an adorable mess of hair with the cutest cheeks possible. a sigh escapes your lips at the sight blessing your eyes. 

the mattress dips when you crawl onto it with sly resolve. he stirs in his sleep, shifting his body to face your side of the bed. your heart warms when his hands search for you, but a frown settles on his lips when he can't find you. instead, he settles for a pillow, snuggling into it. 

you don't immediately go for the killer move. instead, you cast a warm smile to his figure and give feather-light pats to his hair, careful to not wake him up. then, you pat his stomach through the blanket and smile again (not like the smile ever left your face). 

it wasn't midnight. rather, the sun is setting just now, casting a side of the world in a farewell glow. but your lover was knocked out in a siesta after having his stomach filled with food and love. the soft cushion of his stomach makes your smile widen. 

seungcheol was firm and sturdy throughout the first months you had known him, both by soul and body. but his barriers broke down one by one and, you were introduced to a softer and more fragile version of him. and he complained (lovingly) about how his muscles were disappearing due to all the food you were feeding him. 

that was years ago, and now you are sharing a home with him. and since then, you have seen multiple versions of him come and go, but one thing is sure, you love seungcheol, and you will for as long as you breathe. 

you breathe in shakily and blink away the tears with a shake of your head. focus! getting distracted during a mission could be deadly. and just as you are about to proceed further, you realise something. the dimples! they are missing! 

with an existential crisis in tow, you realise that he has to smile for them to appear. you slap your forehead and stare at him with a blank face. “admired me enough?” 

you yelp as he pulls you down to the mattress, caging you in his arms and nuzzling his nose into your neck. you laugh, “oh, forgive this poor soul for admiring you.” you exclaim dramatically, and he giggles at your antics. a wide smile adorns his face, causing his dimples to pop out. there they are.

you decide to take the chance, leaning in to quickly kiss both of his dimples. “ha! i stole your dimples,” you announce, quickly escaping from his arms and making a run for it. but your speed would dwindle in comparison to his strength as he pulls you back to the bed.

he makes you lay on the bed, effectively caging you with his whole body now. laughter shakes the bed as he tickles you with a love-drunk smile. you turn your head away from him, avoiding his kisses “to take his dimples back.”

“no, they are mine now!” he tickles you further, and you give in. your lips melt into his kiss, and you hold his face, enjoying the softness of them. he sighs, breaks the kiss, and leans his forehead on yours. with a kiss on your nose, he lays beside you, hand intertwined with yours.  

“i got them back.” he boasts his dimples and pushes out his tongue at you. you pout and complain, “you are so greedy! at least give one to me.” he laughs, and you smile. he shows his cheek with a faux begrudging sigh, “fine.” 

you beam, eagerly kissing one of his dimples. “i have one now,” you poke at your cheek, showing him the “dimple.” seungcheol smiles at your antics, pulling you to him to shower your face with kisses. you smile too, and your cheeks hurt, but you couldn't care less.

the sun has settled by now, gleams of moonlight seep through the window, and a serene silence saturates the air. you lay on his chest as he rubs his hand up and down your back, slowly lulling you to sleep. but seungcheol, who had just woken up, is occupied with other thoughts. 

“we should get married.”

your sleep dissipates, and you stare up at him with slight shock. this isn't the first time he has brought up marriage. but this time, it's different. there's assurance in his voice, and the look in his eyes tells you that he's not joking. 

“if i knew that stealing your dimples would have you proposing a marriage, i would've done it long ago.” you joke, pressing a kiss to his lips. “but why? all of a sudden..” you trail, again laying on his chest. and you hear his heartbeat. his heart that he willingly traded for yours long ago. 

he hesitates but still answers, “i.. well. when i think of kids, i can only imagine them with your eyes and your smile.” tears well up in your eyes, and you sniff, feeling like the happiest person on earth. 

“yea? when i think of kids, i imagine them to have your dimples too.”

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cheol telling you that you should trade - he holds out his credit card to keep in your wallet in exchange for a polaroid of you to keep in his. he didn't expect the photo to be so spicy, but you can both be generous 💋🤑

you were hesitant but seungcheol insisted. he wanted you to have it just in case you ever needed it. for emergencies! (for treating yourself too but he knew he’d have to work on getting you to do that one).

you obliged, finally, but only after promising to give him something in return.

“what is it?” he asks, trying to peek behind your fingers at your wallet.

“close your eyes!”

“what? baby-”

“close ‘em! and hold out your hand.”

“just one?”

he can hear the mischievous smile in your voice when you giddily say, “yeah, just the one.”

he sighs but does as he’s asked. he owes you this much, after all. and he loves you or whatever.

his face scrunches up in confusion when he feels you place something plasticky in his palm. it feels thin enough to be paper but the texture is wrong. is it… what he thinks it is?

“open!”

it’s a polaroid lying face down in his hand. he had guessed right. this was way better than a credit card and a million times more valuable. he’d always wanted to keep a picture of you in his wallet like everyone used to do. he thought the idea was romantic.

“turn it over!”

he does, eyes almost popping out of his skull when he sees that it’s a mostly naked picture of you. he rushes to cover it before remembering you’re at home, alone, and settling on placing it gingerly on the counter in front of him.

“do you like it?” you ask. you sound nervous but seungcheol has no idea why.

“you’re joking, right?”

“well, you haven’t said anything.”

“all the blood in my head went straight to my dick. there are no thoughts up there, babe.” you snort. “i’m serious. this is so hot, you’re so hot. come here…”

he turns away from the picture to kiss you, using both hands to cup your face so that he can be the one in control. you melt into him easily, letting him lead until you have to pull away to breathe.

“i don’t know how i’m going to keep that in my wallet,” he admits breathlessly.

“just put it behind your license where no one will see it.”

“that’s not what i’m worried about.”

“then what?”

“i’m worried that i’ll get hard every time i pull it out to pay for something, just knowing it’s in there.”

“would that be the end of the world?”

“well, i don’t want people to think i’m getting it up over dry cleaning or lottery tickets or something.”

“if you’re so worried about it, i can always take it back…” you trail off as you reach for the picture but seungcheol snatches it off the counter before you can get a finger on it.

“nope, no take-backs. it’s mine.”

“but you said-”

he clears his throat unsubtly. “i’ll learn to manage.”

you put a hand over your heart in faux-surprise. “you’re so brave.”