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Mingyu as Nightwing 💙

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we all bow to @highvern for thinking this up

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aju nice-ing in 2025 🤩

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if i speak, they'll have me committed.

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if i speak, they'll have me committed.

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Happy birthday, pretty girl!! 💝

thank u wifey 🩷 i am still suffering from the effects of the fic you wrote me how dare you make me hate him :(

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hi aiyu!! happy birthdayy

thank you kimchi hehe 🩷

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Happy birthday!! 💖💖💖

thank youuuu ilinca 🥺🩵

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omg HAPPY BIRTHDAY?????

THANK YOU RIS 🥺🫶

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secret superpower | choi seungcheol

fluff | 612 words | no warnings

an: your average cheol brainrot by yours truly

you truly don’t know how he knows.

you’re convinced choi seungcheol has a secret superpower – he always knows when you need him. always.

having a bad day? he’s already waiting to pick you up at your office’s lobby. starting to feel like you miss him? seungcheol’s caller id is ringing as you speak. feel sick? he’s stopping by with food and all the cuddles in the world. want to share good news with him? he’s asking you if you’re free for a dinner date tonight! it really does seem like no matter the occasion, seungcheol will always appear right when you need him.

case in point: seungcheol unexpectedly shows up at your door step tonight,– a box of your favourite cake in hand– right as you were just thinking of calling him.

(“i was walking by the bakery when i saw it on display and i thought of you!” the way he casually says it as he removes his coat and shoes at the door way makes your heart flutter.)

you can’t help but stare deeply at the brunet seated opposite you at the dining table as he slices the cake, gently passing you the piece with bigger strawberries. the way his brows furrow in concentration, how he absentmindedly pouts is so endearing to you. still, you can’t help but wonder, how does he always know?

“know what, baby?” he pauses mid-cut, finally looking back up at you.

ah. you’ve said your thoughts out loud.

you rest your chin on the hand that’s propped up on the table, tilting your head as you will your blush to go down. seungcheol notices your ears have gone as red as the strawberries on the shortcake, and stifles a giggle as your eyes widen in surprise.

he leans over the table, swiping cream on your nose with his finger. “what do i always know, baby?”

you scrunch up your face, attempting to lick the cream off your nose. your tongue was clearly too short so you opt to wipe it with your finger instead. then, staring deep into his eyes, you clarified:

“how do you always know when i need you?”

he smirks, leaning back in his seat. “what do you mean?”

“you always show up when i need you. whenever i start to miss you, it’s always like you’re one step ahead of me.” you pout. “it’s not fair. why are you so perfect?”

“ahh!” he laughs, whole body shaking in glee at your exasperation. “actually…” he leans over the table, voice dropping to a whisper as he cups his hands over, like telling a secret:

“i have a little y/n alarm. it lets me know whenever you need me! see?” seungcheol waves his finger in the air, like it’s receiving a signal. “ahah! it’s telling me you really want me right now!”

“you think you’re funny,” you whine, shooting him a deadpan look. he’s laughing even more now, even as his large hand reaches across the table to hold yours, completely enveloping them. his thumb runs repeatedly across your knuckles, a gesture he knows for certain would turn you into mush.

“i know i’m funny. maybe i should’ve been a comedian instead?” his other hand carefully picks up your fork, using it to feed you your slice. you groan at his reply, but your mouth opens automatically for him. you almost moan out loud in satisfaction; the sweet taste of strawberries and cream never fail you.

“don’t worry about it, okay? at least you’ll know that i’ll always be there for you, right?”

“mhmm. will you always bring cake too?”

“i’ll bring you whatever you need me to bring, all for you.”

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xu minghao + "i want to do this forever"

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“i want to do this forever.”

“you want to pick out fruit forever?”

your sudden proclamation stuns minghao, who’s halfway through investigating a mango. he stares at the fruit in his hand, then back at you, an eyebrow lifted in disbelief. you shake your head. casually tearing off a plastic bag, you pick up another mango for inspection before bagging it. 

“no, grocery shopping.”

“…so you want to be a grocery packer?” he’s still not getting it. you don’t blame him, to be honest; at this point, you’re just confusing him with words. he points to the offending bag of garlic in the cart behind you. 

“no offence, baobei. but earlier you confused garlic and shallots.”

“they looked the same!” you huff, smacking his arm. there it is– the pout he loves to tease out of you. “anyways, that’s not what i meant.”

“okay okay, i’m sorry!” minghao laughs, now moving to grab a pack of grapes. he grabs your favourite– the green crunchy kind, not the purple squishy ones. he gently places it into the cart you’re pushing, before moving over to the bakery section. “so, why do you say that?”

you watch him pick up a loaf of bread. “i want to go grocery shopping with you forever.”

he’s by your side again without missing a beat. “grocery shopping only, huh? that sounds awfully boring.” he grins. he knows what you mean, obviously, but refuses to pass up any opportunity to play with you. “forever is a long time. are you sure about it?”

you grin back at him. bumping shoulders, you playfully stick out your tongue at him. 

“yeah. you know how to pick all the good fruits.” 

minghao lets out a faux gasp. a dramatic cry, as he takes over pushing the cart. “is that all i’m good for?!” 

you purse your lips, pretending to think about it. then, you add: “you always remember to pick up my favourite snacks, too.” your eyes form little crescents as you smile cheekily at him. this time, he doesn’t resist the urge to bonk you on the head in retaliation. 

you giggle. whipping out your phone, you scroll through your notes app, checking through the day’s grocery list. minghao peeks over your shoulders, choosing to plant his lips on the crown of your head. you let out a satisfied hum as you pocket your phone again, leaning back into minghao’s chest to look up at him.

“we only need to get eggs, then we can go.” you start walking ahead towards the eggs, pulling on the front of the shopping cart. “do you need anything else, hao?”

he thinks about it for a bit before shaking his head, a gentle smile gracing his face. “i’m all good here.”

“great! let’s go!” 

you can’t buy rings at a supermarket, anyway.

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i’m uri boo hehe

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twirling my hair or whatever

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Nana tour meet cute with seventeen! | 97' line

Synopsis: A series of meet cutes between you and seventeen when they are on vacation during Nana Tour. Pairing: 97 line x gn! reader Genre: Fluff | sfw Word count: 2k words Warnings: food, harmless teasing, mention of underwear (Mingyu, Seungkwan and Dino go to the wrong aisle at the store) Disclaimer: There will be some inaccuracies in this as I took some creative liberties. Minghao’s one might have some inaccuracies in Chinese? I speak it but I kind of suck so I used google translate to help… A/n: @tomodachiii your second hubby is being a loser (affectionate) 95 line + Jun | 96 line (minus Jun) | 97 line | Maknae line

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✰ You met Dokyeom on the airplane when he lost his passport. You were going to Rome for a business trip. Once the plane landed, you sprang up from your seat at the first chance you got. You were eager to stretch your aching body after being cramped in the seat during the long flight from South Korea. As you waited in the line for disembarkation, you rolled your head, wincing when you could feel your shoulder muscles tense. Oh how you envied the people up at the front of the plane traveling by business class. 

✰ While you were shuffling along, there was absolute chaos at the front of the plane. Dokyeom was frantically turning all the seats upside down trying to find his passport. The large, wide seats actually worked against him in this instance. He went through his seat pocket, upturned the blanket, checked under all the pillows, and even looked inside the tray table compartment. Alas, his passport was nowhere to be found. The members could only look on with a mixture of amusement, exasperation, and helplessness. Of course it was Dokyeom, of all the members, to be the one to lose his passport. First he took Mingyu’s passport, thereby almost making Mingyu miss the flight, and now this. They fiddled with their seats, feeling more and more desperate as the seconds ticked by. 

✰ At about this time, you finally made it to the front of the plane. You wondered what the hold up was and why it was taking longer for everyone to disembark. Your eyes widened at the still full, business class cabin. There was a mixture of flight attendants and very good looking, albeit slightly disheveled, men. It appeared as though they were looking for something. When they spotted you standing at the back of the cabin, they moved to the side, apologising and telling you to go ahead. You awkwardly maneuvered through the crowd, scanning each seat for a glimpse as to what they might be looking for. The corner of a small, dark coloured book caught your eye. You bent down to pick it up. A passport? You turned, tapping the man nearest to you on the arm. He let out a cry of joy, taking the passport from you and cradling it as if it was a newborn baby. All of them sighed in relief, thanking you as you made your way out. 

✰ Those men were something, you thought to yourself, shaking your head in disbelief. Approaching the customs area, you checked your own passport, looking around in confusion when you saw your customs form was missing. It probably fell out as you made your way to the customs area. You made a face, slightly annoyed that you would have to redo the customs form all over again. These things were such a pain. Unbeknownst to you, a certain someone, Dokyeom, had accidentally taken your customs form, which was sticking out in between the pages of your passport, when he took his own passport out of your hands. Na PD could only give him an exasperated, empty laugh. Dokyeom rushed past the members, hoping to catch up to you before you had to redo your customs form. Fortunately, he made it in time as you were just about to begin. Reading your name off your form, Dokyeom yelled out your name. Although you were a little creeped out at first, those feelings faded away the moment you saw Dokyeom sheepishly rubbing his nape. You gave him an appreciative smile. The poor man was embarrassed enough as it is. Still, you were feeling a bit cheeky, and you couldn’t help but tease him, “So, you stole my customs form this time, will you be stealing my heart next?”

ᯓ★ Mingyu

✰ You met Mingyu when he was getting groceries at the supermarket when Seventeen was on their way to their villa in Tuscany. You were working at a restaurant in Tuscany during your summer vacation. On your way home, you remembered you were low on groceries so you made a detour to the nearest supermarket. You grabbed a cart, humming to yourself as you took your time to roam around and look at all the fresh produce. 

✰ On the other side of the supermarket, Mingyu, Seungkwan, and Dino were running around like a flock of headless chickens. They were supposed to grab all the groceries Seventeen needed for the few days they would be spending in Tuscany, and they needed to pick up other necessities such as underwear and shirts. Outwardly, Mingyu tried to stay calm, but inwardly, he was freaking out. The supermarket was much larger than he thought. It was more of a megamart like Costco rather than a small, quaint supermarket. There were so many aisles, so many things scattered across the store, and only three of them. Why didn’t he think to bring more members along, or at least Vernon or Joshua with him so they could help him ask for directions? Finally, after much hardship, they finally managed to get all of the produce they needed. Now, they just needed to look for the rest of the stuff and they could leave. But where was it?

✰ You were in the discount snack aisle located near the back of the supermarket. You grinned to yourself. You could always count on this place to have the best discounted snacks. As you were musing over whether to get chili or lime flavoured potato chips, you heard a loud, deep voice call out, “PANTIES? PANTIES?” Stunned, you looked up at the direction the voice was coming from, only to be met with an equally stunned, wide eyed Mingyu. You both stood there, motionless. If you weren’t so shocked at a large man suddenly looking for panties, you would have taken the time to admire how handsome and muscular he was. Gripping the potato chip packets tighter until you could feel some chips crack under the pressure, you squeaked, “Uhm… sorry? This is the snack aisle??” 

✰ Mingyu blushed furiously, waving his hands in front of his face frantically. He stumbled over his words, uttering rushed apologies and trying to convey that no, he wasn’t some sort of weirdo, and that he was only trying to look for male underwear and shirts for his friends. From his jumbled words and actions, you somehow managed to understand what he was looking for. You lifted your finger, indicating to him he should follow you, before leading him to the correct aisle. You left him at the aisle, though not before Mingyu’s face relaxed in relief and he thanked you profusely. This was horribly embarrassing. He could feel Seungkwan and Dino trying their best not to burst out laughing at his little “panty” accident. He groaned, knowing he would once again be the butt of Seventeen’s jokes for the rest of the night. But perhaps this incident wasn’t all bad. The next day when Seventeen was at a restaurant in Tuscany, you happened to be one of their servers. You were able to share a good laugh with them, and by the end of the night, the members were patting Mingyu on the back for his awkward charm, because Mingyu managed to walk away with a precious napkin containing a string of very important numbers. 

ᯓ★ Minghao

✰ You met Minghao the night Seventeen went to visit the Colosseum. You were in Italy for a layover before your flight onto your final destination. You booked the cheapest ticket and what do you know? That consisted of an overnight 9 hour layover in Rome. Initially, you grumbled about it because you didn’t really want to spend 9 hours in the airport or spend additional money to get a hotel room. But you had never been to Rome, and while most places would be closed by the time you got there, you might as well make the best of it. Once out of the airport, you hopped on a bus which took you to the Colosseum. You stared at it in awe. Since you had a lot of time, after taking a few mandatory commemorative photos, you whipped out your sketchbook and began sketching the scene before you. 

✰ You were so engrossed in starting your second sketch that you weren’t aware of the arrival of the Seventeen members. Finally in Rome after a long flight, the members chattered excitedly as they made their way to their first activity. Splintering off into their groups, Minghao sat down on the curb near you to let the fact he was in Rome, Italy, in front of the Colosseum sink in. Although he took several photographs, unlike the rest of the members, Minghao preferred to live in the moment, enjoy the present and what was happening as it unfolded before his eyes. Feeling slightly overwhelmed, he let his eyes drift over the entire area so he could commit the scene to memory. That was when he spotted you sitting near him, with your pencil out sketching. Despite your brows furrowed in concentration, your pencil glided over the paper almost effortlessly. 

✰ Entranced by your graceful movements, Minghao whispered, “画得好漂亮哦...” (huà dé hǎo piào liàng wó, what a beautiful drawing). Surprised that you heard someone speaking Chinese, you dropped your pencil. Your first language wasn’t Chinese, but you had taken some classes before and could speak the language fluently enough. Despite having not used it for a while, you could recognise those words. You picked your pencil up, turning your body to see who had spoken. Your eyes met Minghao’s. You flushed, averting your eyes immediately. A cute, no scratch that, very cute boy said your sketch was beautiful. Noting the recognition in your eye, Minghao asked hesitantly in Chinese, “你会说中文吗?” (nǐ huì shuō zhōngwén mā, Can you speak Chinese?) When you nodded, he lit up, literally springing out of his seat to sit next to you. Sure, he always spoke to Jun in Chinese all the time, but it was always nice to speak to others in his Mother Tongue. 

✰ Minghao asked you all sorts of questions about how you learnt Chinese, why you were here in Italy etc. While you fumbled slightly when responding to him, he was patient and nodded along as if encouraging you to take your time to speak. Out of everything he asked, he was most excited about the sketch you were working on. You felt yourself curl into a shy ball the more he expressed his love for art, and how much he loved the sketch you were currently working on. You hesitantly admitted to him that you would occasionally post your sketches on social media. Unfortunately, when Minghao was about to ask you for your social media handle, a staff member came over and told him it was time to leave. As he got up to go, you tore out the first sketch of the Colosseum you did from your sketchbook. You offered it to him shyly before running off, too embarrassed at your bold actions to face him again. Minghao held your sketch tightly in appreciation. It was a shame he couldn’t get your social media handle. That said, many days later when he was back in Korea, on a hunch he decided to search for artworks of the Colosseum. To his delight, he found one that greatly resembled the one he had framed in his room. Sliding a dm to the account, he wrote, “你好, 我们几天前在古罗马斗兽场见过面. 谢谢你给我那张图. 如果你以后有来韩国, 或许我可以带你出去吃晚饭以示感谢?” (nǐ hǎo, wǒ mén jǐ tiān qián zài gǔ luó mǎ dòu shòu chǎng jiàn guò miàn. xièxiè nǐ gěi wǒ nà zhāng tú. rú guǒ nǐ yǐ hòu yǒu lái hán guó, huò xǔ wǒ kě yǐ dài nǐ chū qù chī wǎn fàn yǐ shì gǎn xiè?) In English, that translates to “Hello, we met a few days ago at the Colosseum. Thank you for the drawing. If you ever come to Korea, maybe I could bring you out for dinner as thanks?”

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“this book is trash” okay bitch and i’m a raccoon

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Fuck you and your whole “it’s not really enemies-to-lovers if he’s loved her the whole time”. Boy obsessed is an incredible trope and I will not accept this slander.