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[lovelystarship]

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⌗ hey selfshippers ¡ methinks you should share your personal queer hcs for your f/os for the fun of it . for pride month yk . some of mine under the cut =:]]

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[cupofwyn]

beach shenanigans w/ bf!dream⠀( a series )

▬⠀content יִ،⠀mark. renjun. jeno. haechan. jaemin. chenle. jisung.

pairing/s יִ،⠀bf!mark lee × gn!reader

genre/s יִ،⠀fluff.⠀established relationship.

warning/s יִ،⠀pure fluff.⠀bulletpoints.⠀lowercaps.

wc יִ،⠀0.72k⠀

a/n יִ،⠀i've had this prompt for a few weeks already, and im proud to say im making it a series! i hope you'll enjoy the series first starting off with mark ^^

prompt יִ،⠀"having a bf is like having a misbehaved child." and you think about it a lot when you see bf!mark running towards the white sand with his shovel and bucket in hand.

as a child, mark only experienced the coldness of winter

the city that he lived in, the country, canada, boasts a cold temperature every winter season

and when he had the chance to experience summer in his country, his summer break usually consisted of him going back to seoul with his parents

a city full of skyscrapers—opposite to what he wanted to see in his summers

everywhere he looked from social media, pictures sent by his friends

and even his parent’s pictures of going to the beach without him as he was already, what they liked to call him, "a fully-fledged adult"—he would be envious of them

he only experienced summer in the confines of the pool

he wanted sand

he wanted to dig in anything that was sand

mark was getting tired of thinking of snow as sand

it was cold, it melts, and is annoying to get rid of

but sand?

sand, for him, was a privilege

it was that serious for him

so when you invited your bf!mark for a summer beach getaway this summer break

his eyes sparkled in delight

he took you in a tight embrace, carrying you and swirling you and him around the room as he repeated a bunch of thank you's

and you giggled, happy to see him in this state

as soon as he saw the view of the beach, the smell of salt air, the crashing waves, and the white sand, he wasted no time

he got his sand-digging supplies on the backseat of the car when you were done parking the car

then ran giddily barefooted on the soft and warm ground of sand

“mark! wear your sunscreen first!” you yelled at him, and he immediately ran over to you, his feet running in place as he stood in front of you

“hot! hot! hot!” he complained

the sand wasn't warm. it was scorching hot with the sun confidently glaring from the skies

“you should've worn your slippers before going out to the sand.” you nagged at him as he patiently waited for you to apply sunscreen all over his face, neck, and arms

at this point, you're already asking yourself if this was a date or if you were just treating his inner child

“go get your slippers in the car.” you said to him

“on it!” mark went back to your car parked behind you

you chuckled, finding his enthusiasm adorable, and walked to the car, applying your sunscreen on the car's side mirror

the noise on the trunk of the car filled with shuffling and displacing of things, mark humming to himself a made-up tune

“where art thou thine slippers?” the lyrics went on, and you giggled

it took a while before mark called you out

“babe?”

“yeah?” you answered, now applying sunscreen on your neck

“i think i forgot to pack my slippers…”

that's why you had an ominous feeling ever since you saw him filling up his things

he prioritized his shovel and sand bucket first, after all

“that's because you're too busy packing your shoveling supplies.” you replied

“sorry.” he apologized, a bit down that he couldn't play peacefully on sand

“just use my slippers.” you suggested, wiping evenly the white cast of the sunscreen on your neck. “i'll be staying in the shade, so i don't really need them.”

mark then ran towards you

stopped, as he stood beside you

and you're startled

you turned to look at him, seeing him smiling ear to ear

“what?” you asked with suspicion

he was saying nothing and had only been looking at you silently with a big smirk on his face for a few seconds already

he then wrapped his arms around your waist and showered kisses all over your face

you giggled at this, gently pushing him away since you had just applied your sunscreen

“i just finished wearing my sunscreen, you dummy!” you complained

but he knew you loved it

because despite you pushing him away,

you were smiling and laughing

he tightened his embrace, pulling you in closer and gave a final peck on your lips, leaving you stunned

and flushed

“i love you, babe. thank you for lending me your slippers.” he grinned

and you chuckled

as you gave him a sweet kiss on his lips

“you silly. now, go heal your inner child.”

© written by CUPOFWYN. 2024.

[hibiscusol]

BLUE - rafe cameron ⋆·˚✧ *

navigation ! masterlist

warnings: language and mentions of violence and alcohol/drugs

summary: rafe came to your window in the middle of the night, asking for help.

music: inspired by the second part of blue by billie eilish

You’re lying on your bed, your book lying on your bent knees as your eyes follow the words and the line. You might be reading it, but your mind is somewhere else. You’re thinking about you and Rafe’s argument at midsummers. The fight was stupid, you both said things you didn’t mean when you were high and upset each other. You know it’s gonna be okay again, that you’re gonna get back together again, but it’s been about a month and you two still haven’t talked yet.

As you sit there, your mind engulfed by the negative thoughts, your little sister who can barely walk tiptoes into your room. “Your boyfren ith here.” She mumbles and you sit up on your bed, putting your book down confusedly. “What, sweetie?” You ask, grabbing her and cradling her as you walk to the door. “Boyfren. Wafe. He’th at the window.” She says and points to her bedroom. You hurriedly walk inside and see Rafe, soaking wet in the pouring rain waiting on the balcony. You put your sister on her bed and run to the windows, opening them to let him in. “How did you even get up to the balcony?” You say angrily as he scoffs, your sister’s room’s floor getting soaking wet. He walks past you into your room, then straight to the bathroom. “The tree that we used to climb.” He whispers just loud enough for you to hear.

You turn the lights off and put your sister to bed, then run to the bathroom as you see rafe drying his hair with a towel. He has a black eye and his t-shirt has a pink bloody tint to it. You look closer and see that now that the shirt’s wet, you can see wounds through it. “What the fuck?” You say as you snatch the towel away from him. “Why… What makes you think you can wake up my 3-year-old sister in the middle of the night in this condition?” You yell and he turns around, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Shh! Keep it down. If your parents find out they’ll tell mine!” He says and rolls his eyes, then takes his shirt off and walks past you to find another one of his that he’s left in your closet from before. “Well, why not? You have bruises and cuts on your fucking body!” You say and he turns around. “Y/N… please, shut up. I’ll explain.” He says and pulls the shirt over his head. “Do you have any of my pants here?” He asks, seemingly nicer than before. You want to scream at him to get out, call him dumb for coming here in the middle of the night especially when you’re not together, but you can’t. You miss him.

“I…I bought one to give you for your birthday.” You say as you shuffle through your things, giving him a wrapped box from before you broke up. “Oh… thanks.” He doesn’t meet your eyes as he unwraps it and puts it on. “Could you tell me what the fuck is wrong now?” You say as he runs a hand through his head. “I… Y/N, just let me crash here, it’s nothing important.” He says dismissively, trying to get past you to the halway when you block his path. “Oh my god, Rafe, you’re telling me what’s wrong or I’m calling your dad!” You say as you see the anger flash through his eyes. That clearly triggered him.

“You’re not fucking doing that and we both know it. Nothing happened,” He says put you take another step towards him. “Nothing happened? Well, it looks like you and some of your jerk-off friends fought and you couldn’t go home looking this fucking horrible.” You say as he pushes you away, not hard enough for you to fall but enough to get out of his way. “Y/N, you don’t know what you’re fucking talking about.” He’s the one yelling now, and you don’t feel scared, just tired of this back and forth. “Rafe, you have a black eye, there are cuts on your body and you climbed a tree to get here. Even if I don’t know, I have to know now.” You say and rub your forehead. “I don’t hear from you for a month and this is what happens?” He runs his hand through his hair again, clearly feeling distressed. 

“It…It was my dad. He punched me and then threw me out of the car.” He says as walks out of your room into the hallway. You stand there for a minute, processing what he just said. His dad hit him? The Ward Cameron? You walk downstairs and see him in your living room. He’s let himself into your house like he’s family. Well, he used to be.

You want to go hug him, tell him you’re sorry, ask him more. But he’s not your boyfriend. He’s not the guy who came to your door on Junior prom to pick you up and kissed you under the long tree at the back of your house. The tree he climbed a year after today to run away from his dad.

“Has… has he done this before?” You whisper, and he turns around, seeing you in your laced pyjamas. It’s like the first time he’s actually looked at you tonight, the way your hair sits on your shoulder and the way your shorts and top hugs your curves. 

“Yes.” He says and turns towards the TV. You build up the courage to sit next to him, yet you still keep your distance. You miss him, even though he’s sitting right next to you.

“Tell me what happened,” You say and he grunts, turning his attention back to you. “I already did. Punched, thrown out the car. Didn’t have anywhere else to go.” He says, looking at you with a tired expression. “Of course you did. Why did you come here? We haven’t talked since midsummers.” You say and he looks down at the space in between you for a minute. 

“I… I don’t know, okay? Stop asking so much.” He says and looks back at the TV again. “I can leave.” He says, not looking back at you.

“Well, you’re not going to. I’m not letting you go back there. No fucking chance.” You say and get up, walking to the kitchen and getting him a med kit.

He notices you come back with it and shakes his head. “Nope. All good.” Is all he says, shifting in his seat. 

“Rafe, there’s blood seeping through your shirt, come on.” You say and sit closer to him. He gets the signal and put his arm on the sofa back, letting you lift his shirt up. “Can I?” You ask and he chuckles. “Shut up.” He says and you smile too. “What? We’re not together, so god knows where this body has been.” You say and he rolls his eyes. “I have not been with anyone since then.” He says, not getting offended but letting you know what he means. “Sure you haven’t. You can keep it in your pants for a whooooole month.” You say and he chuckles again. “I’m being serious. I haven’t been with anyone, and I’ve been sober since then.” He says, and you stop looking through the med kit, looking at him. “You quit drugs?” You say confusedly. “You actually, stopped, like, everything? Weed, coke, alcohol, all of it?”

“Mhm. Haven’t touched it since.” He says and rubs his eyes, you look at the clock. It’s 2 AM.

“Why?” You ask, looking away from him down to his cuts as you clean them with rubbing alcohol. “Because it made me lose you.” He says, and you don’t want to look up at him. You don’t want to see the blue eyes which he claims used to be green as a kid, the ones that are staring into your soul, searching for yours. 

“I was high too.” You mumble, taking a deep breath. “I didn’t take it to heart.” 

“I didn’t either.” He says, and you both sit in silence as you finish taking care of him, you sit back and sigh.

The TV is on mute, but none of you cares enough to reach and turn the volume up. You watch as the people move their mouths, with nothing getting out. “So what now?”

“Well, you can sleep in that guest room you liked and tomorrow, we’ll do something about Ward.” You say and he turns to you with a frown. “No, about us. Are we over?”

“Rafe, your dad beat you up. I think our relationship is the less important thing right now.” You say and rub your temples. “I don’t care about Ward. He’s done this since my mom died and he’ll do it again. He’s my dad and I can’t just call the cops on him, okay? So stop worrying and just talk to me. I miss you.” He says and you feel a tear sliding down his cheek. He’s going through all that, yet he’s still here and wants to talk to you.

“Hey, hey, come on now,” He leans in and cups your face, wiping the single tear away. You sniffle, shaking your head. 

When you open your eyes again, he’s so close. His face looks sad and his lips are slightly parted, and right when you catch yourself looking at them, you realize he’d looking at yours. “Would it be bad if I kissed you?” He says and chuckles. “I don’t kiss boys with a black eye.” You say and smile, and he chuckles, throwing his head back for a second. “I missed you. Now shut up,” He whispers before connecting his lips to yours.

[faefraud]

[versocanibal]

#𝟬𝟯⠀⠀ ̎ ̎͞ ͞͞͞͞͞͞͞⠀ᅠ 🫵🏻ᅠ ㈵꯭❙.⠀⠀🫨 ㅤ𝄖ㅤ𝕯ayt𝒐꯭𝐧𝐚.ᅠ ▂▂⠀🏝

[captnch4os]

[princessantisocial]

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆うつくしいなつのおんがく ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆🌊🏝

[dyingcornerpixel]

Imagine stargazing either your f/o and resting your head on their lap. You eventually fall asleep, but your f/o can't bring themself to wake you up so they just sit there trying not to move. Bonus points if they fall asleep as well and you two end up sleeping outside

[ohimesama-okinawa]

今一番、テレビで紹介されてる！？御殿場のゼリーが銀座に登場

[fruit-plays]

Messy manor

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[lovelystarship]

i love my furry spouses fr

[cupofwyn]

beach shenanigans w/ bf!dream⠀( a series )

▬⠀content יִ،⠀mark. renjun. jeno. haechan. jaemin. chenle. jisung.

pairing/s יִ،⠀bf!haechan lee × gn!reader

genre/s יִ،⠀fluff.⠀established relationship.

warning/s יִ،⠀pure fluff.⠀bulletpoints.⠀lowercaps. ⠀mention of the word war.⠀profanity.⠀

wc יִ،⠀0.9k

a/n יִ،⠀listen to loved you first by one direction when reading this! (this was the replaying song as i wrote this hc) i hope you'll enjoy reading ^^⠀

prompt יִ،⠀"having a bf is like having a misbehaved child." and it is certainly true, but you just couldn't resist watching when bf!haechan is having a petty fight over you with your nephew.

“nuh uh. y/n loved me first, and we fell in love before you were even born!” haechan fought back, sticking out his tongue in front of your nephew's face

“well, i'm going to marry y/n first.” your nephew ended, crossing his arms and looking away from him

two high-pitched voices rang into your ears. ear screeching, and, unbelievably, from two different ages

the one standing on your left is your bf!haechan, and the other on your right is the nephew you’re babysitting

now, you're questioning yourself about how this feud between them fighting for your love started

ah

now you remember

when your sibling and their significant other offered you to join them on a beach vacation, even inviting your boyfriend to join them, you greatly accepted the offer with open arms, and so did haechan

he was thrilled, even prompting that he was going to spend the few days of summer vacation before going back to the usual routine of daily life

until he saw your nephew

inviting the both of you was your sibling's bait to babysit their child

you didn't mind at all since you loved to take care of kids especially your nephew

but haechan

oh haechan despised it

the little devil

the one who could possibly steal you from him

with those two chubby cheeks, arms, and legs, sparkling round eyes, and petite figure which was the most adorable aspect of a toddler

(not in that way)

haechan could only scoff and agree that your nephew was indeed cute

but what he couldn't forgive

was him also competing for your love

when you and haechan (and nephew) were playing around with sandcastles, swimming by the shore, and shell-finding quests

all of those activities involved you to tickle and tease with your baby voice to your nephew only

saying to him that he was too cute to be true, that you wish you could bite their cheeks off from cuteness aggression, and laugh at every oblivious and nonsense talking a toddler usually does

haechan was offended

those things

those were the things you also did to him

and him only

he tried his very best, okay

to get along with your nephew but

when haechan would get closer to you and be whiny about also wanting your attention too

your nephew would cry all of a sudden, and you'd carry them

pacifying them to stop crying and doing your baby talks again, asking them who made their cute little baby cry

and he cunningly pointed his chubby little fingers to haechan, rubbing his other hand to wipe his crocodile tears

“bad haechan.” the two words that you uttered

words that made him shrink on the white sand and stare into the blinding sky

was he replaced to bad haechan and not anymore to baby? nor babe?

even pookie?

and you couldn't believe what was happening right now

it didn't really occur to you that haechan was genuinely jealous and was just simply teasing a toddler

but for them, it was more than that

this was war

“you can't marry y/n with that age.”

your nephew looks at him with his adorable pouty lips and cheeks

you wanted to pinch it at that moment, but it could only get between them

you wouldn’t want to risk your current amusement to end. you wanted this to continue

“why not?” your nephew obliviously asked

“because you're too young.”

“then when i grow older, i will marry her!”

haechan snickered and looked down at him with a smug grin

“when you get older, you say?” your boyfriend also crossed his arms, mimicking the toddler he was facing

“your so-called promise will no longer exist because we—!” haechan grabs you by the waist, and you're speechless, not one word to even spout just to let this petty fight flow

“will get married even before you're an adult!”

you choked on your own saliva at this proclamation

“what?” you managed to ask

“what—no!” your nephew's eyes welled with tears. “i lost,” he mumbled and soon ran to where his parents were, wailing in defeat

“mommy, i lost!”

“tsk. he deserved that.” he clicked his tongue, smirking to himself as he was finally pronounced winner

“what the fuck, haechan?”

haechan’s smug expression softened, turning to face you, now both his arms wrapped around your waist

the teasing and arrogant haechan was long gone, now softened and intently showing affection

“i was a bit dramatic, but… wouldn’t it be nice too?” he grinned sheepishly

your heart fluttered at his words

it was tempting

spending and committing to the man in front of you has passed your mind more than once,

but you wouldn't let him off the hook so easily

“proposing to me during a fight with a toddler, my nephew, to be exact. don’t you think i deserve more than that?”

haechan eyes lit up, and he placed his hand behind your head

pulling you closer to him as he kissed your forehead chastely

“when the time comes, baby. i’ll do much better than this.”

“i’ll expect it.” you kissed him back on his cheeks, pinching it after as your lips left his skin

and he laughed, closing his eyes from the pain

he kind of deserved that, he admitted

“am i back to being your baby?” haechan rubbed your waist, a ticklish yet careful feeling

anticipation of your consent evident in his eyes

you chuckled at this and cupped his left cheek, prodding him to be buried in your touch

and hopefully, your source of affection too

“you've always been my baby.”

this gave him a signal

a signal for him to pull you in and place his lips on yours

you placed your hand on his chest, the other on his shoulders, kissing him back with fervent

and he pulled away for a moment just to say—

“good. because i loved you first.” and you chuckled, both returning back to each other’s touch

smiling in between the kisses at this peculiar situation, bringing you both closer

and much closer to each other

mastertag (still open)⠀:⠀@hoshipills

© written by CUPOFWYN. 2024.

[hibiscusol]

—✧ rafe would be the type of person to get mad at you and then apologize with a thousand different gestures. he'd probably shoot you an angry look when you tell his friends about his tomfoolery, them shocked at it because he's just such a tough guy. rafe would be offended by you, rolling his eyes and not talking to you the whole day, and by the time you get home, you get tired of his antics and tell him to stop being a baby. you'd fight, and when he'd finally get a reality check, he'd apologise, kissing you from head to toe and buying you millions of gifts just because he wanted to. you'd get flowers sent to you at work, your mom calling you, saying your boyfriend sent your family gifts. you'd come home to him skipping work and cooking for you, even if he knew he'd end up burning it and ordering take-out instead. he felt so guilty even about a little argument, and even if you told him it was fine and that you were over it, he'd still have to shower you with affection to make you forget <3

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

self diagnosed NPD culture is hating when people give you criticism, even if it's "constructive" because it makes you realize you're not good or the great person you made yourself believe you were and it makes you feel bad, so you avoid criticism as much as you can and try to do stuff as perfectly as possible to avoid it.

(if it's not too much of a problem, can I claim the 🦔🏝️ emojis as a sign off? I think that's the word.)

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[dutchdude]

[captnch4os]

He's a member of the alphabet mafia your honour 🌈🌈