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[sarangbe]

YOSEMITE 염사랑 → 류시우

he doesn't think he's ever felt this blue before. nothing has ever shaken him this deeply. with all he's been through, sarang doesn't think he's ever hurt quite like this. his heart's been so heavy that it sometimes feels like it's going to sink into the pits of his stomach. it also doesn't help that he hasn't been sleeping well recently, and he wanders like a phantom through the same damn hallways everyday; making him feel as though he's in a never-ending revolving door.

any grace he projects outwardly to others saps whatever energy he has left, but he's trying so badly to present himself as composed as usual. image is what he's known for, after all, so he has pressure on him. he can never falter when it comes to that. never.

it's near the end of the day, and as exhausted as he is, he wants to stop by a vocal room and squeeze in some incredibly sad "karaoke" time before he goes home. it's been oddly comforting for him to let out his emotions through song, and he finds that doing so before retiring helps him relax when he arrives home. that, and well, it helps him not feel as lonesome now that he travels solo.

in his search for a vacant space, he stumbles upon ryu siwoo. in truth, sarang's been trying to maintain a distance from him lately, but at the same time, he also really misses him, and as it looks like he's in there all alone, he decides to let himself in; offering a wave and smile once he's spotted. ambling over to him, he takes a seat on the opposite end of the piano bench siwoo's on, and leans his head on his shoulder.

"hey..."

the contact comforts him in a way that he's really been needing, but he tries not to lean into it too much. his heart's still in a fragile space. "it's been a little while. i've missed you." the tone of his voice is quiet, peaceful, with a touch of melancholy.

"what are you working on?"

[lgcjisoo]

jisoo’s quite happy that he got to attend a year end show. after all these years of watching from streaming services or hearing about it, or even reading about it afterwards... now he gets to attend! and as apart of the newsies ensemble, so he’s not standing alone or feeling like a fish out of water: oh who is he kidding? he’s absolutely a fish out of water, but the poker face is something well learned and embedded in his code now. and there’s always excitement with any event where he ought to dress for the occasion, with purpose. although he didn’t have the safety blanket of being around sanghyun or jinseo necessarily for this, he knew he had many friends in the ensemble and jinyoung was always by his side through all of the workshops and rehearsals. 

what he did not expect was for him to actually have to go on stage for the actual acceptance of any award, but ensemble meant all members. it had been thrilling to see who had won all the other awards, but when newsies got announced for ensemble, he felt someone tugging at his arm to also head up along with the rest of the group- and here jisoo had thought that it would be only the faces of the play, or the people who ran the play itself. nope, here they were, and each were given snippets of time to give a small speech. oh no. he was definitely unprepared, and his mind already reels at who to mention. soon he’s the one who is in front of the microphone, and jisoo probably looks like a wild deer in the middle of the road, calming down his senses as best he can. “i’d like to thank everyone who has helped me in my first foray into acting and musicals, as this was my first role ever in one of lgc’s productions. thank you eternally to the staff and crew! and i would also like to thank my family, and to my best friend, keeho, may we share the stage together one day!” 

[bexria]

love questions

"ask away they shall say"

...

ria was here to shop, not get interviewed, and truly ria had tried her best to avoid those cameras, but in the end, she failed. distracted for a second, turning her head away and then back, and suddenly a camera is sitting right in her face, guess she does have to answer some questions. she shows an awkward smile, waving to the camera, “ah, uh, my name is ria” she gets out before the questions comes.

“do you think it’s possible to have physical affection before you date someone?” she gives a nod “yes i think so, and i think for some people it’s needed. it’s not everyone that falls in love just by talking, some people need more than that, holding someone’s hand, it makes it easier to tell if you like someone. sometimes you talk well, but it’s hard to tell if you just want to be friends or more, if you hold someone’s hand, it can feel nice, or you’ll realize that you don’t want more than just a friendship” she shrugs “i think that’s how i see it”.

“what do you consider ‘dating’?” “i think dating is different from person to person… dating is when you have the mutual feeling of you don’t want your partner to be someone’s else, and they agree too, hence you decide to be exclusive. some people consider dating being with someone you’ll never get tired of being with, to some people dating is when you do stuff with only that person like kissing and holding hands” she shrugs “i think there’s a lot of answers to this question”.

“how would you ask someone that you’re seeing to be your boyfriend/girlfriend?” “i’ve never really done that, so i’m not sure” she hums “i’ve been asked to be someone’s girlfriend before, and one relationship we didn’t really ask, we just talked and realized we both liked each other and started dating without ever really asking to date” she shrugs “i don’t think i’ll know the answer to this question until the day comes where i ask someone to be my partner”.

[lgcnayoung]

to nayoung, it's amusing that the girls and boys got split up for the performances for the minifes, which was fine. but amusing all the same. at least the fans would probably be more controlled since she knew fangirls could go crazy for the boys groups at times that didn't quite appreciate the girl groups in the same way. but knowing fabula, crystallis, and nova's fans, there were probably some very appreciate fans in the crowd too. the performances felt like a whirlwind but it was nice to perform three songs in a row with nova; and their costumes for this event? very cute. the sparkly print attention to the skirts and ties were definitely a look. the photo op would be interesting. they weren't allowed to make contact but she wanted to have worthwhile poses for the fans too that didn't look too awkward.

something memorable. "hi! it's so nice to meet you," nayoung says, knowing she has to put on her best face and impression forward, especially as a rookie group. it's practically built into second nature now at this point, but it's also nice to know that bodyguards were literally two steps away. "did you have any poses you were thinking of? we could make a heart, or... do finger hearts, whichever you want to do! or something else?" the idol throws out some ideas, after greeting fan number one. "or if there is a trending pose that you'd like to do, you can show me and we can do that together." she wasn't the most versed on recent anime or tv shows, but she knew there were some trending poses out there. was the reverse gyaru pose already fading out of popularity...?

"oh that one? that works. lets get into position and hopefully i can balance. and don't worry, your hair looks lovely! what blush are you wearing?" she manages to quip out before the cameraperson tells them to pose with a countdown and she smiles at the camera with the fan. "good? good! thank you so much for your support and coming to visit us."

[lgcshion]

& from me 2 you

Shion has met a lot of people upon moving to South Korea. Some of them are faces he passes by everyday but doesn't speak to, there are others that he actively tries to avoid, but mixed in-between the two are people who have a large presence in his life. They're people he considers friends, & siblings, even "soulmates," & if it weren't for them, he knows his time as a trainee would be baseless & boring. He would feel lost, forlorn & lonely, with a longing to return back home. While those feelings of homesickness come & go, the people he's befriended make it easier to deal with, & he'll be grateful to them for as long as he lives.

Among those he's grown fond of, one of them stands out above all the rest. He's never met someone else that he really feels could have been a relative of his in a past life, but the first time he spoke to Akio, he could swear that he'd met him before, even though they never had. He felt like a long-lost brother, & though he didn't want to come off as clingy towards him right after saying "hi" for the first time, he felt a pull towards him that he couldn't describe.

Over time, their friendship has strengthened, & as it's been about a year & a half since they first met, Shion wanted to meet up with Akio & offer him a token of his gratitude. He isn't sure if this type of thing is appropriate or not, but he thought it would be a nice idea. Akio spends so much time doting on Shion, & Shion now wants to be the one to dote on him some. While he waits on the bench in the park they frequent, he looks over to the sweetly decorated picnic basket he placed everything in for easy traveling & smiles.

He hopes Akio likes the gift, & he keeps his eyes peeled for him in the crowd; very eager to hand it over in hopes that it at least makes him smile.

[nonushu]

stranded - kmg

genre: fluff, idol au | wc: 350 | warnings: pulling out hair (/j) | bf!mingyu x reader about: mingyu works too hard... so he sleeps. on you. a/n: um... mingyu soft hours?!?

"hey, your eyes are drooping..."

mingyu blinks away from his lyric sheet, your figure suddenly in front of him. his lips part to speak but his brain is too slow to process anything.

the bags under his eyes are heavy, his slouched back over the table, and abandoned papers sprawled out tell you everything you need to know.

you shake your head at his sluggish form. "you've been sitting there for hours, gyu."

he smiles at you—you're always looking out for him and worried for nothing, he thinks. "just need to finish this..."

"nuh-uh," you murmured, crouching down beside him and taking the pen out of his hand. "you have to sleep now."

he sighs and reaches for the pen. "y/n—"

"mingyu," you sternly say, brushing a stray strand out of his face. "i said you have to sleep now."

"but jihoon needs this by tomorrow," he whines, leaning into your touch. "you know, he's counting on me, babe..."

you scoff at his pout, your fingers gently tightening on his hair. "if i don't see you in bed, i'm seriously gonna pull your hair out."

mingyu looks at you with a grin, finding the threat rather funny.

"just finish it tomorrow, gyu," you plead, cupping his face, "you're no good to jihoon half-asleep."

he chuckles, now leaning onto you, "fine..." he mutters with a playful smirk. he suddenly nudges you backward, and before you know it, you're both lying on the carpet.

"hey, wait a minute—" you muttered, realizing what he's up to.

"m'just sleeping like you said to..." he slurs.

you narrow your eyes at him. "okay, but this isn't the bed, mingyu!"

"close enough," he mumbles, eyes already half-closed as he snuggles into your side.

you poke his cheek. "i swear, if you fall asleep on me right now, i will pull your hair out." 

"you wouldn't..." he lazily hums.

you huff, finding yourself adjusting to make him more comfortable.

"i'll let you off this time," you whisper, leaning your head against his, "but only because you need it..."

mingyu doesn’t respond, already fast asleep. jihoon can wait anyway.

[000-pawz]

when you dodge their kisses (bnd) ˚ · .

ot6 reaction , prank , teasing , fluff!! , slight angst , established relationship

rest of the members under the cut!

wc: about >350 per member

a/n: first post omg yay!! >___< reqs r open! ✿

sungho ˚ ⋆｡˚

when you jokingly dodge sungho’s incoming kiss to your cheek while you guys are watching a moving on the couch, the entire world stops spinning for a minute. he immediately sits back and blinks at you blankly because huh? you’ve never done that before! if anything, you’re usually the one begging him for more kisses, so now he’s just simply confused. 

you’re struggling to keep a poker face as you continue to (pretend to) watch the movie on the screen while sungho stares lasers through the side of your head. his pout his evident, his brows are knit together, and there’s nothing more you’d rather do than kiss him right now, but you have to commit to the bit.

once sungho stops malfunctioning, he leans in for another kiss just to make sure that he’s not hallucinating, but you’re quicker than that. you duck away from his kiss again and sungho literally gasps at your action.

“baby,” he whines, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. “why can’t i kiss you?”

“hm?” you hum absentmindedly, pursing your lips to keep your incoming smile at bay.

“why do you keep moving? let me kiss you,” he huffs, going in for another kiss. you move away again, but this time, you can’t keep in your giggles as he continues to chase you with his lips. “c’mere!” 

you jump up from the couch, squealing as sungho chases you with exaggerated smooching noises. you slide on your socks down the hall toward his room, but he’s quick to catch you before you escape, his strong arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into his chest before he starts pecking your cheek relentlessly. 

“okay! okay! you win!” you giggle as he squeezes you in his arms, rocking you both from side to side before burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“don’t ever do that again. i thought i was gonna die,” he mumbles onto your skin. you turn in his arms to face him, cupping his cheeks with both of your hands. his eyes are sparkling, but you can tell there’s no anger behind them. you give him a little smile and a quick peck on the lips simply for being so cute.

“i won’t…” you start slowly, “if you can catch me!” and you slip out of his arms to run back down the hall, sungho’s half-hearted complaints and laughter ringing through the air.

˚ ⋆｡˚ riwoo

you’re at your desk finishing coursework when riwoo comes in softly humming a melody. as routine when it’s finals week, he places your go-to coffee order on the desk next to you and waits for you to tip your head up to give him a thank you kiss, as you usually do. when you don’t make any moves, he leans down to kiss your cheek instead, but you swiftly move away as you continue to type. you hear him make a quiet sound of confusion, but doesn’t say anything else. instead, he simply goes to sit on your bed and waits for you to finish.

he forces himself to assume you’re just locked in on your assignment to avoid overthinking and backs off for a bit. you can tell he’s uneasy though, because his concerned eyes keep flickering over to you every few seconds. you have the passing thought of ending the prank because he seemed a little upset, but you wanted a reaction, a comment, anything. 

you get up to join riwoo on your bed after you finish your assignment 45 minutes later. he’s laying down with his eyes closed, his chest slowly rising and falling with each breath. he looks so cute with his brows furrowed in his sleep, so you place a kiss on his forehead before smoothing out his messy hair. his eyes blink open at your touch, a sleepy smile crossing his soft features.

“hey,” he mumbles out as he sits up, voice ridden with a sleepy rasp. “you okay?”

“i’m okay. why?” 

riwoo shrugs, opening his arms for you to crawl into. once you’re settled against his chest, he finally continues speaking. “earlier… you dodged my kiss.”

“did i?” you ask, blinking up innocently at him

he hums in response, his expression completely serious. “if you needed space, you could’ve just told me.”

“i know,” you smile, snuggling into his hold. he’s too sweet for his own good. “it was just a prank. i wanted to see how you’d react, but you didn’t react at all!”

“oh. i’m… sorry?” riwoo laughs out, cocking his head at you like a puppy. “should i fall to my knees and beg for a kiss from the love of my life?”

“i wouldn’t mind that…”

“okay then.” riwoo shimmies out of your grasp to kneel on the floor at the end of your bed, his hands folded together tightly as he bats his eyes dramatically at you. you can’t help but laugh at his antics, you heart filling with heavy warmth. “please, please, my sunshine, my angel. may i have a kiss?

“yes, you may,” you giggle, shuffling to the end of your bed to kiss his lips softly, a contented hum leaving his lips now that he finally has your attention.

jaehyun˚ ⋆｡˚

“i’m back!” jaehyun calls as he strolls into your room with a bag of snacks from the convenience store. you’re watching a video on your phone and barely look up at him when he walks in. you saw this prank on tiktok and wanted to try it out just to see how he would react. 

bad idea.

“i said i’m back,” jaehyun repeats after getting no response. he flops belly first onto your bed and moves to cuddle up at your side. “what’re you watching?”

“just a travel vlog,” you answer nonchalantly. as expected, jaehyun instinctually goes to kiss your forehead while you speak and you quickly move away. you see his body automatically freezes up at your movement, his eyes darting across your face quickly.

“what was that?” he asks with a forced puff of laughter. you shrug and continue to watch your video. jaehyun sits up with glossy eyes, his face completely dumbfounded. you’re never dismissive like this. he feels his heart clench in his chest as you continue to ignore him completely unbothered.

“did i do something?” his voice is a little shaky on the last syllables and you should’ve stopped the prank right then and there, but you don’t realize it in the moment.

“i don’t know,” you reply dryly. you see jaehyun watch your expression for a few more seconds in your peripheral. 

“are you upset with me?” you shrug again at his words and that was the final straw. he’s silent next to you for a few seconds and when you finally look up at him, he’s already sniffling, moving off of the bed to leave the room.

“wait, wait!” you quickly drop your phone to chase after him, catching him right before he walks out of the door. “baby, it was a prank! i didn’t mean it. please don’t cry,” you rush out, wrapping your arms around his middle. jaehyun pouts at you, reaching up to wipe at his eyes.

“i’m not crying,” he sniffles, obviously crying. his nose is all red and his eyes are teary. “and that wasn’t funny!”

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry,” you coo, helping him pat his eyes dry before leaning up to give him a big kiss on the lips. he looks absolutely pitiful and even more adorable with his flushed cheeks. you feel bad for even thinking about pranking him in the first place. “my big baby.

he cracks a smile at that, shaking his head as he quietly laughs before pulling you into his hold even tighter. “yeah. i’m your big baby.”

˚ ⋆｡˚ taesan

do not start something that you cannot finish. you’re eating at the table when taesan passes by and tries to plant a kiss on your cheek. at the last second, you turn your head away from him, trying to hold in your giggles when he sends a skeptical glare your way. quick-witted as ever, he sees the game you’re trying to play and decides that he can play it better.

“okay,” he says simply before continuing on with whatever he was doing. at first, you’re confused. no reaction? at all? really? and after the confusion wears off… the fear creeps in. why is he so calm? this can’t be good. what is he planning? 

you find out soon enough when later that night, after the prank is long forgotten, you’re getting ready for bed. taesan is towel drying his hair as he walks into the room and he looks beautiful as ever. like woah… this is really your boyfriend! how can you resist? you quickly hop up from the bed and skip over to him to give him a kiss, but you are too slow.

taesan turns his head away from you to grab something out of the dresser, barely even acknowledging your presence. you step back in shock because there’s no way… you try to kiss his cheek but he steps to the side before your lips reach him. a taste of your own medicine.

“taesan,” you whine, tugging on the back of his shirt. “can i please have a kiss?”

“nope,” he responds, popping the ‘p’ at the end. “no kisses until you apologize.”

he is so stubborn, it’s actually insane. you sigh, hugging him from behind as your bury your face into his shirt.

“‘m sorry,” you mumble into his clothes. 

“what was that? i can’t hear you,” he teases. you huff, lifting your head to speak again. 

“i’m sorry. it was a prank. i sincerely apologize.”

taesan’s hands come down to pry your arms off of him, spinning around to wrap his arms around you. in the blink of an eye, he tackles you onto the bed before he starts peppering your face with a million kisses. you can’t stop the giggles from leaving your body at the sudden action, your heart swelling in your chest.

“don’t…” *kiss* “do…” *kiss* “that…” *kiss* “ever…” *kiss* “again.” *kiss*

leehan ˚ ⋆｡˚

you’re fixing your hair in the bathroom mirror when leehan sneaks up behind you, placing his hands on your hips as he hooks his chin over your shoulder. he doesn’t say anything, simply watching you get ready with a faint smile on his lips.

“you look pretty,” he comments mindlessly before moving to kiss your cheek, but you move to the side before it can land. leehan takes a step back with raised eyebrows, watching your poker face through the mirror.

“whatever i did, i’m sorry and i won’t do it again.” he says the words with no inflection, completely used to your antics. you won’t break character so soon though! 

“do you need something?” you ask, leaning closer to put on chapstick. leehan watches you with a mix of amusement and incredulity as you continue to touch up in the mirror.

“yeah. you,” he replies, moving back into your space. he wraps his arms around your torso, his hair tickling your face as he presses his cheek to yours. you pretend to be annoyed at the invasion of personal space (something that does not exist when leehan is in your proximity), and you try to scoot away from him, but leehan clings to you like glue.

“i’ll move if you let me kiss you,” he speaks as he smooshes his cheek against yours. you find yourself giggling at his bargain and the comically serious face he’s putting on in the mirror.

“nuh uh. no kisses,” you say, committing to the act. leehan shrugs, nuzzling his face against yours even more.

“guess we’re stuck together then.”

and he meant it. he hangs off of you like a koala for the next 20 minutes as you attempt to get ready for class, his front glued to your back with every step you take. now, the game has become a matter of pride. you don’t want to let him win, but…

“leehan, i have to use the bathroom.”

“and i’m coming with you.”

“no, you’re not.”

“then let me kiss you,” he sing songs, resting his cheek on your shoulder. at this point, you realize this is a losing game. and you can’t lie—you really want to kiss him too.

you finally turn around to meet his twinkling eyes and cheeky smile. with an overexaggerated huff, you lean in and kiss him gently on the lips. when you pull away, he chases after your lips to kiss you twice more.

“i win,” he smiles brightly when you two part. you roll your eyes fondly, running your hands through his hair.

“whatever,” you mumble through a tiny smile before leaning in to give him the proper kiss he deserves.

˚ ⋆｡˚ woonhak

you’re strolling through a nearly empty park with woonhak on a sunny day when he attempts to kiss your cheek. keyword “attempt” because as soon as you jokingly move away from his lips, he literally stops his his tracks to stare at you, his mouth hanging open in shock, eyes as wide as saucers.

“wha- huh- what?” woonhak stutters, completely caught off guard. “why are you…?”

“why am i what?” you cock your head coyly at him, fighting back the smile threatening to escape. woonhak scrunches up his nose at you, trying to read your expression to no avail.

“you… you’re…” he cuts himself off to attempt a kiss at your cheek again, but you quickly move out of the way. “that! see!”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you blink. woonhak simply stares at you for a few beats before dropping your intertwined hands. you immediately regret messing with him as grumpiness taking over his entire demeanor, albeit looking incredibly adorable with his pouty face.

“if you don’t want me to kiss you, just say that,” woonhak huffs, crossing his arms defensively before he keeps walking without you by his side. you laugh as you jog after him, holding onto his arm to you snuggle up to his side.

“it was a prank, hakkie! i’m sorry,” you giggle, leaning up to kiss his soft cheek. woonhak is still sulky, turning his head away from you to avoid eye contact. “i’m really sorry! i didn’t mean it!”

“you can’t play with my feelings like that,” he mumbles out, but his red cheeks immediately give his true feelings away.

“i won’t do it again! i love your kisses,” you smile up at him and that was all he needed to hear. the corners of his lips quirk up and he drops his arms to interlace your fingers again. “can i have a kiss now?”

the beam woonhak sends your way could put the sun to shame. he steps in front of you, pulling you in closer to peck your forehead, then your nose, and then both of your cheeks. when he leans back, he taps his own cheeks expectedly with a bold smile.

“my turn,” he says and you gladly reciprocate through giggles and sunshine.

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[coyotelip]

starchaser microfic: enough || married jeggy || @into-the-jeggyverse || wc: 350

"Jamie" is barely audible in the darkened room, but James recognizes it clearly in the silence of the night, with only the wall clock ticking away the last minutes before three in the morning. 

Yet James would recognize that whisper in the middle of a crowded and noisy street, the timbre of that voice always tugging at the tender strings that lead to his heart. 

Listening to those strings, he rolls over to the other side, pushing his warm blanket aside to face Regulus, who is also lying on his side, looking at him. 

"Yes, love?" James asks in a slurred voice, still half asleep but trying to keep one eye open to see the blurred silhouette of his husband beside him. 

"Do I... do enough for you?" Regulus asks shyly, and James can hear that worried note in his voice that creeps up on him from time to time, putting disturbing thoughts in his head that have nothing to do with reality. 

So James does what he can in that moment. He reaches out to grab Regulus' slender form under the blanket and pulls him close. Regulus gives in easily, moving closer to hide his face in James' chest, and James rests his chin on a tangle of black hair. 

James squeezes the man tighter, closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of his shampoo. "You're doing great, love. I feel loved and important to you. Your love is enough for me." 

"But..." Regulus touches his skin with his lips without finishing the question. 

"No, no buts. Tell me, do you love me?" James' voice begins to lose its firmness as the man feels like he's about to fall back into his deep sleep, wrapped in Regulus' warmth and scent. 

"I love you," a barely audible whisper comes from below, but James doesn't need to hear it, he can feel Regulus exhaling those words right over his heart, where they belong. 

"And that's enough." He places his hand on the man's head, stroking his soft hair as if to lull him to sleep. "Now it's time for you to sleep, love."

[icysab]

more niki boyfie hcs — falling for you edition!

requested here!

wc: <350 i think

a/n: this is a little different than my standard boyfie hcs but i wanted to try something new, so let me know your opinion in comments, reblogs, asks, etc. of this format !!

a/n no. 2: idc what anyone says riki is a DORKY, RIZZLESS LOSER SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD BOY AND I WILL WRITE HIM AS SUCH.

- bro was CAPTIVATED by your smile

- that was literally the first thing he noticed about you— how your smile lit up the room he was in

- you were one of jungwon’s friends and so he introduced you to all the members

- and when i tell you niki’s heart STOPPED when he saw you

- but niki is loyal to his bros!! so he swallowed the lump in his throat so jungwon didn’t kill him

- (jungwon, in fact, introduced you to the members because you mentioned that niki was cute. he would not have cared one bit.)

- only realizes he’s staring after sunoo nudges him with his elbow

- literally stuttering trying to introduce himself

- “i, uh, my name is- uh- riki”

- (failed) attempts at acting aloof fly out the window when you repeat his name back and smile

- the second you leave jake and sunghoon RELENTLESSLY tease the poor guy

- and he gets so defensive too, like he wasn’t acting like a lost puppy dog

- before jakehoon can strip niki of too much of his pride though, won tells them to knock it off

- after scolding the two goofballs (scary leader) won decides to tell niki

- “you know, i don’t care if you go for her”

- poor riki is not following

- “??”

- “she thinks you’re cute too, and besides, you’d make a good match”

- he malfunctions

- “no nono why would you think that!! HAHA- wait. she thinks i’m cute??”

- he’s all red and blushy

- at this point jakehoon are CACKLING at poor riki

- won explains that you thought riki was cute too and that’s why he introduced you two, but he didn’t expect him to be such a nervous wreck around you

- riki is shocked 😮

- after MUCH coaxing from the members, won finally gets riki to text your number

- riki’s leg won’t stop bouncing with nerves as he types out a message

- “hey, this is riki from earlier. i just wanted to say that your shirt was cool”

- all the members facepalm at his attempts at playing it cool

- you respond almost instantly, to riki’s surprise

- “hi riki!! thank you, + i thought your outfit was cool too :D”

- before he can breathe a sigh of relief that your text was super nice and simple, he sees the typing bubble pop up again

- “did you ask won for my number? hah you must have wanted an excuse to talk to me again ”

- he freezes again

- HOW DID YOU SEE RIGHT THROUGH HIM??

- he’s about to deny, deny, deny, but won stops him

- “dude, just tell her the truth. did you already forget that she thinks you’re cute too?”

- riki’s brows furrow in thought at that, but before he can even begin to construe a cool, smooth response, jake rips the phone out of his hands

- RIKI SCREAMS SO LOUD THE ENTIRE DORM REVERBERATES while jake books it to the bathroom to lock himself in

- after a minute, he walks out with riki’s phone and the most devilish smirk on his lips

- before jake can do anything else, riki snatches the phone back and apprehensively starts to read the damage jake had done

- “lol you caught me. if you want, we could get to know each other better over some ice cream tmr? it’ll be my treat”

- “woah, that was smoother than i expected. ill see you tmr riki :)”

- riki is dumbfounded. did jake actually just score him a date with YOU?? there’s no way this worked

- “thank me later,” jake teases

- he is so in shock that he doesn’t even have the capacity to kill jake. tomorrow, a date (???) with you? he can die a happy man.

- to be continued…. ?

[leclarifies]

birthday boy

✰ max verstappen x !bestfriend reader ✰

summary: max doesn't like it when it's race week and you're not there. he's been trying to convince you to quit your job and just come to his races full-time, offering to pay for the expenses but you've refused every single time. you end up surprising him in the singapore gp for his surprise birthday party the grid had arranged for him.

wc: 3.5k

a/n: hi there! this is my FIRST ever published fic and i'm super nervous about posting hjawdhbawjhbdbhawd i've had this idea since maxie's birthday in september but kept it in the drafts and re-edited some things around just to make it cohesive. i have requests open and my masterlist is currently an ongoing wip. thank you for reading!

edit: hello, here's my complete masterlist for anyone who wants to view my other work. thank you for 350 notes btw! i really appreciate it <3

a ding rings through your phone and at first, you ignore it. 

it’s usually a work text which is why you’re not more alert. it’s a weekend and you genuinely just want to enjoy yourself while watching the race that your best friend is participating in and starting from pole position. 

then another ding, two more follow after that.

your furrow your brows confused, if it was a work text then they wouldn’t be spamming unless it was an emergency. 

you open your phone and you’ve realized you’ve been added to a group chat. 

lily m: hi guys! i’ve created this gc bc some of the boys wanted to surprise max for his birthday!!!!! so i’ve invited most of the drivers and their wags here in case you guys wanted in as well charles: Yes, hello everyone :) kika: yes! we’re so excited <33 all of the wags and respective drivers should be in this groupchat :D 

seeing this groupchat made you confused, yes you were max’s best friend but you were certainly not a wag and very certain that you weren’t a driver. so, you sent a text.

you: hi guys, i appreciate the gesture but i am not a wag and certainly not a driver HAHA

lily m: oh yeah! alex told me to add you bc we thought that you would want to surprise max  considering you guys are best friends HAHAHAH my bad i should’ve clarified

alexandra: welcome y/n! it’s great to have u here :]

you: no worries guys, but max’s birthday isn’t until almost two weeks from now were you guys planning a big party?

charles: I’m not sure what we want to do but considering it’s Autumn break when it’s his actual birthday, we wanted to start early.

lily z: we *could* plan a big party, but what do u think y/n? u know him best

you: i think a big party could suit him best lots of gin & tonic must i add

carlos: HAHA Of course.

the chats continued to flow in as all of the wags and some of their drivers tried to plan what felt best for max’s birthday party. it was a few hours before the race and you had assumed not all of the drivers had their phones on them which explained the lack of texts coming from them, it wasn’t abnormal. they were usually busy with their last minute content for their social media platforms or doing pre-race interviews.

then your phone rang, it was an incoming call.

“hello?” you spoke softly into the phone after picking up, knowing exactly who called.

“hi,” max breathed out softly, you could hear the hustle and bustle of the paddock in the background. max always made it a habit to call you a few hours before the race start, and it warmed your heart to think that he always thought of you before the races.

you didn’t know when the feelings started, was it his seventeenth birthday where he kissed you before his race? was it the promise that he would always be by your side and support you when you got your first job? was it when he convinced you to move to monaco and helped you move in with your sister? was it the soft glances he would shoot your way when you were at the paddock? or was it the small touches he would give when you guys were watching a movie? you didn’t know. all you knew that he was your best friend and you didn’t want to fuck this friendship up. 

“hey, how are you?” you replied, “the pre-race nerves getting to you maxie?”

“never. how’s it in monaco? how are jimmy and sassy?” max had asked, he had asked you to babysit his cats for you and you accepted. you loved nothing more than to watch over his cats while tending to your work.

“s’good. the cats are well-behaved, and i’m lounging in your sim racing gear about to turn it on and experience the race myself,” you joked, knowing that you were nowhere near the sim racing setup that he had for himself.

“i told you not to touch that,” max warned, you could tell he was walking around just by the sound of him talking and being slightly out of breath, “i miss you being here on the weekends, when are you off work?”

“i’m kidding,” you laughed as you got into a more comfortable position on his couch, “i dunno when i’m scheduled for time off again. i also do not have the money to continue to travel around the world to watch your races, max. i am comfortable with watching your races from monaco.” “how many times do i have to tell you that you can fly with me and stay with me while you’re out?” max reprimanded you for even thinking about the expenses, “you could even quit your job and do nothing and i could still have money leftover.”

you hated when he brought that up, he had always brought up the idea of you quitting your job and him helping you through your family’s struggles. you didn’t want to feel like a leech, you knew that his job was stressful enough, you didn’t want to be a stress on him and affect his job. “i am not a leech–”

“you are not leeching if i’m telling you to quit your job and come accompany me through my race schedule. it’s nice to have a support system around…” max’s voice trailed off, “seeing the other drivers with their girlfriends– friends makes me jealous.”

you were quiet for a bit, you’ve had this conversation one too many times with him before. he had told you to just live life and be with him, to stop thinking about the expenses and just be there for him but something about having your entire life being paid for by an extremely rich dutchman just didn’t sit right with you.

“i told you i’d think about it, plus you can invite all of the friends you want. it doesn’t have to be specifically me,” you sighed, rubbing your temples, “it’s not a nice feeling having to rely on someone 24/7 you know. you should understand how i feel as well.”

“i understand,” max sighed as well through the line, then you could hear him a bit farther away talking to one of the staff walking with him, you were assuming that they were on the way to the motorhome, “anyways, i’m on my way to film some content and i just wanted to see how you’re holding up at home."

you hummed back a response, listening intently to what he had to say, knowing that he would want to talk to you more before having to begrudgingly film content for the red bull racing’s social media platforms, “can you at least promise me that you will give me an answer after autumn break?”

you knew that autumn break was after the race he was at right now, which was in singapore. 

“max…” your voice trailed off, you didn’t know if you could make that decision in less than a month, “look, i said i’d think about it–” “but you’ve been thinking about it for three months, isn’t three months enough to make up your mind?” max cut you off, he hated it when you were stalling even though he knew that deep in your heart you would never come and just live off his expenses.

“we’re not having this conversation now,” you huffed, almost feeling frustrated now from max’s persistence, “how about you focus on the race and we can talk about this when you’re back?” “you always shut me out when it comes to hard decisions,” max replied back with the same attitude, “it’s such a bad habit, it pisses me off and it’s not like i’m asking you for a hard thing–” “just focus on the race. it’s your job. let me focus and enjoy mine, please. we can talk about this later when you’re back and you’ll have your answer then,” you almost begged him, you heard him say his goodbyes before shutting off the line. it was too early in the morning for him to be bargaining with you about your job– it wasn’t even bargaining anymore. he was practically begging you to quit your job to come to races with him full-time.

you didn’t necessarily have a hard job, sometimes you would attend the grand prix because you were working under a marketing firm in monaco and that would enable you to come to the races but it wasn’t all the time. your marketing firm worked closely with formula 1, but they had their main focuses and it didn’t allow you to attend and take time off work all of the time.

you estimated that it would be around 3 pm at singapore, which meant it was 5 hours to go before the main race. 

rubbing on your temples was a habit you had when you got stressed and it made you stressed even thinking about quitting your job. you liked your job and your co-workers and the pay wasn’t bad. 

you had basically promised him that you would give him an answer after he got home in monaco which made you make a decision under pressure. a ding from your phone distracted you from the problem at hand.

lily z: @/you how long would it take you to come to singapore? you: woah so suddenly?

kika: we thought we would just celebrate his birthday after the race, since we all can’t be in monaco at his exact birthday date what do u think y/n?

you: i dunno… okay kinda tmi but max has been bugging me about quitting my job to come and accompany him to the races fulltime but i told him i would give him a decision after the race i don’t think i’m ready to make a decision that quickly

alex: damn… we thought that it would be easier to celebrate in singapore instead of planning the party in monaco

you: it would certainly be easier all around but idk if i can face him so soon

lily m: i mean… is quitting ur job to hang out with us 24/7 rlly a bad idea HAHAH

you: honestly i would love to just hang out with u guys and just make it my job but i don’t wanna make it seem like i’m leeching off of max yk…

carmen: hi! i just caught up w everything but honestly, do what u feel comfortable with doing x if u don’t feel comfortable w cmg to singapore, then we’ll make ourselves available at an agreed date in monaco <3

alexandra: yeah, i agree ^^

lily z: honestly it all comes down to u y/n we all want everyone to b comfortable!

you: i don’t wanna be a nuisance, so i’ll take u guys up on that offer

alexandra: yay! so… book ur flight now..?

carmen: u better be ready bbg  HAHAHAH

rebecca: wait what’s happening i just checked my phone

you stifled a laugh at rebecca’s late response but sighed, you guessed it was now or never. 

you booked the first earliest flight from monaco to singapore, not forgetting about max’s cats and leaving them to your sister who lived together with you a few doors down.

but being on a flight to singapore meant that you had to miss watching the singapore gp altogether, only arriving in singapore at 8 am the next day. 

you yawned and stretched as you got off the airplane, not forgetting to turn your phone back on to see a barrage of texts from max and from the group chat.

maxie <3: P2 Y/n :)  Were u watching? Wish u were here :( 

maxie <3: Hello? Is ur phone off? Why are my texts green?

maxie <3: I’m starting to get worried I texted your sister and she said she had no idea where u are

maxie <3: Can u please answer me, I’m really worried.

you giggled a bit from max’s flood of texts, but you and the girls had discussed that it would be a good idea to surprise him with your arrival in singapore. you told your boss that you were taking paid time off for the week as you knew that you would be traveling with the wags and drivers for the week to celebrate the autumn break.

alexandra and rebecca were the ones to pick you up from the airport, all three of you catching up and gossiping about what happened at the track while you were in the air. 

“honestly, it was crazy to see mclaren finally starting to dominate the track this time of the year. usually we would see ferrari and red bull fighting but i guess they had the better car,” alexandra mumbled as you all sat together in the car.

“i expected max to win, but that’s a bit biased isn’t it?” you laughed, “he complained about the car a couple of times throughout the free practices but i wouldn’t know shit about the car. i’ve never driven one.” “yeah, carlos does it to me all the time and i’m sitting there pretending i know everything about the cars,” rebecca added onto that thought, “like yes babe, i know exactly what you’re talking about because being an f1 wag dictates that you know everything about the car you’re driving.” the three of you laughed.

it wasn’t long before you guys reached the club that you guys planned to have the big surprise party, lily z and m were there with kika and carmen. the boys were keeping max busy for the day.

it wasn’t long before the club was decorated and fit for the surprise party, you had booked out the entire club for the night to celebrate. it was nearing the time that max would arrive with the party of drivers.

“okay, so lando told max that they were celebrating his win again tonight so max shouldn’t be suspicious about what’s going on. considering lando’s quite the party animal,” lily z had told the group as they were sitting around the booth, you nodded and listened along well while guests from the teams were shuffling into the club.

honestly, you were a bit nervous facing max. you didn’t know if you were ready to completely quit your job, but you told yourself that you would talk about it later once the time comes. there wasn’t a point to stress about it now when max was nowhere in sight.

maxie <3: Y/n? Are my texts going through? Where are you?? I’m gonna call your phone flashed to see max was calling you. you picked it up and the first thing you hear was max panicking, “hello? where the hell have you been the past day? why haven’t you returned any of my calls or texts?” “well hello to you too,” you laughed, “i’m sorry about not responding to you, i’ve been busy with work. i’m currently at a work event. congrats on p2 by the way, i couldn’t watch the race because i was at the office.” “don’t ever do that again, you scared the shit out of me,” max breathed out, you could faintly hear the chatter of the drivers behind him.

“what are you doing right now?” you asked, feigning innocence, acting as if you didn’t know exactly where he was and what he was doing right now.

“lando wanted to celebrate his win again tonight so we’re going to a club to party,” max explained, “we’re arriving now, i’ll talk to you again later but you better respond straight away or i’m flying straight home.” “okay, okay. stay safe max,” you clicked the phone off before you signaled everyone to turn off the lights and get into positions to surprise max.

the doors of the club opened to reveal the drivers of the grid.

“why are the lights off–” “surprise!” everyone had shouted as max was front and center, the lights switched on to reveal the birthday balloons and you were there in front of the boys with the wags behind you. his face was priceless, the shock and the realization all hitting him at once. the realization that you were there and you weren’t at a work event but here, in the flesh, in front of him. it made him ecstatic.

you flashed a bright smile to max as he ran and hugged you almost instantly. 

“you’re so sneaky,” max breathed out, you could feel his hot breath next to your ear, making goosebumps rise in its wake, “you made me so worried to only show up here…” you could only laugh and hugged him back tightly, his hug, his touch, it made you feel alive. his touch was electrifying– in a good way. his touches, whether light or full blown hand holding or his arm around your shoulder always lit you up like a lightbulb. 

“i wanted to surprise you– well, everyone did. they thought it would be more convenient for me to come here and surprise you,” you laughed, “so, are you surprised?”

“hell yeah, let’s get this fucking party started!”

“so, about you quitting your job,” max tried to sneak the conversation in as the both of you were walking to his hotel, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. they just had a really good fucking party and both of you were quite tipsy but sober enough to navigate your way through the streets of singapore (with the help of google maps).

“you’re a very persistent man,” you laughed as you walked alongside max, shoulders brushing against each other. it was almost 4 am, but you didn’t feel unsafe or scared at all. spending the night with max was what you really enjoyed. he made you feel things that you were scared of addressing, so for now you were going  to enjoy the moment.

“seriously, you told me after the race and this is definitely after the race. so tell me, did you decide what you’re going to do?” max grabbed your wrist to stop the both of you from walking, you guys could see the hotel from this distance but he wanted to sincerely talk to you, “are you going to slave your life away, working from paycheck to paycheck and only coming to my races when you have the time? or are you going to agree with me and just ‘leech’ off of me?”

you sighed and turned to look at max, you couldn’t lie that the life he offered was enticing. not having to work a day in your life and still coming to these flashy grand prix and partying almost every week was a dream for most people and you were most people. “i dunno max, i told you i would give it a thought but you know how i feel about me living off of your money,” you locked eyes with max’s bright blue ones and he stepped closer to you, landing a hand on your cheek endearingly. the way he looked at you full of unconditional love, you couldn’t tell whether it was romantic or platonic anymore. you knew max and you knew that max would do anything for the people you loved and you were included in that list.

“if you’re thinking about family back at home, you know i can always send over some as well right? i know that’s your biggest concern,” max looked deep into your eyes and you could almost feel like he was looking into your soul, “i know you’re scared of leaving your work behind because you still need to support your family back home and you wanna know something? they’re my family too, i would send them money even if you didn’t ask.” max’s other hand found its way to hold yours, “please… just do this one thing for me. i always see the other drivers with their significant others and it pains me to see that you’re the only one not there and breaking your back to work. i just want you to support me and have fun while doing it…”

“max…”

“i’m serious,” max’s face grew ever so close to your own, you couldn’t tell whether the heat on your cheeks was from the proximity of the both of you or from the lingering alcohol, “you know i’d do anything for you and i don’t do that for a lot of people– you’re not a lot of people.”

“if i say okay, will that make you happy?” “the happiest man in the world.”

“consider this a birthday gift then birthday boy,” you breathed out and as you finished you sentence, you felt his lips on your own.

the kiss was electrifying– he was electrifying. his other hand that was clasping your hand softly was now on your other cheek, deepening the kiss. your hands found their way wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

to a rare passerby, the two of you were just a sweet couple sharing a kiss at 4 am and maybe, that’s what you were.

“you don’t know how long i’ve been wanting to do that for.” “ditto.”

[exuvianen]

dating hc's with dr. ratio, aventurine + blade!

headcanons about what these hsr men do in a relationship witth you <3

cw: x reader, gn! reader (no physical descriptions), mostly fluff, sfw, headcanon style

notes: hsr brainrot… ahahaha... i hope i have a fairly good grasp on these characters and wrote them well. 

wc: ~1050 words, around 350 words per character. all under the cut!

feel free to drop an ask or to add on to my thoughts! likes + rbs are appreciated  <3

✎ Dr. Ratio:

He likes parallel play, or being alone together with you. He works on his own projects, like grading papers or writing a new thesis while you’re doing your own thing, like playing video games or reading. Occasionally, he might ask you for your input, such as ideas about his next thesis or what pose he should sculpt himself into next. 

He has a spare desk and chair for you in his office. You can choose to do work or entertain yourself there when you visit him and he’s still teaching a lecture, but feel free to take a nap on the plush sofa he bought just for you. 

He will nag you about your health but in an annoyingly endearing way. He fusses over you, telling you about appropriate attire for today’s weather, offering you an umbrella, and reminding you to drink water. 

He entertains all your ideas, no matter how silly or illogical. He’ll hear you out on anything you say, though he might have some very strong disagreements or objections to your ideas, especially if they are silly or completely nonsensical. However, he never turns you away when you bound up to him with a mischievous gleam in your eyes - he just sighs and prepares himself mentally to hear whatever goofiness comes out of your mouth. 

He’s your biggest cheerleader, supporter, and advocate. Though he may come off as intimidating, he is always willing to help advance your career or work. He has many connections and vast knowledge of the universe after all - why not utilize them for his beloved? 

He’s very good at dispelling any irrational thoughts in your head. If you’re panicking and your mind is disoriented, he’ll sit next to you and hold your hand gently, but firmly to ground you. He doesn’t speak at all when you vent out all your frustration, confusion, or anger - rather, he’s silently contemplative and then asks questions when you finish talking. He’ll indirectly guide you to a solution while gently calming you down as he dispels those pesky thoughts from your head.

He makes a custom alabaster head for you. 

♤ Aventurine:

A big fan of matching accessories and clothing. You don’t need to wear the exact same outfit, but he likes wearing complementary colors and jewelry to yours.

If you’d like, he’d be more than happy to bring you to casinos and public events with him. He wants to show off to you and let you witness his wit, talent, and skill like a peacock presenting its colorful feathers. 

He likes it a lot when you trace his skin through the spade-shaped hole in his outfit.

He hates the feeling of being vulnerable, but he likes being around you. This creates conflicting emotions inside of him. Oftentimes, he doesn’t know how to deal with it and just lurks by you. Pull him into a hug to quiet the voices in his head. 

He will send you packages or luxury items from the planets he’s visiting. You’ll be greeting a disgruntled Topaz or IPC soldiers at your door as they hand you various gifts ranging from limited-edition jewelry to flowers that bloom only once every 200 amber eras. He gifts extremely grand things, but he always knows how to find things that suit your tastes.

He’s a big spender on you. If you’re unused to the amount of money he’s willing to throw at you, he’s going to give you a lot of “exposure therapy” with his generosity. He’ll invite you to private auctions, lavish galas, luxury boutiques, and high-end jewelry stores. He’ll start filling your wardrobe with tailor-made clothes with the excuse that you should match his outfits when you attend formal events together, but his clothing contributions eventually infiltrate your closet pretty deeply. 

He enjoys being pampered and pampering you. Self-care nights are a must - as a representative of the IPC and one of the ten Stonehearts, he has to keep himself presentable and looking sharp, and that goes for his partner too! He’s more than happy to spend money to fund your trips to the salon or buy you any beauty products to use at home. He’d love to put on face masks together and share a drink or two with you. 

☠︎︎ Blade:

If you want to, and Elio’s script permits, he will bring you along on missions to safer planets. He’ll drop you off at a commercial district - feel free to go shopping or try out some novelty food while he wraps up his Stellaron Hunter business.

He likes getting his hair brushed. One of his favorite activities is sitting down and letting you comb through his hair after he cleans up from a mission. It’s an activity that leaves him vulnerable, but he doesn’t mind if it’s with you.

He’s an acts of service kind of guy. He moves to take your bags before you even say anything, holds open doors, and pulls out chairs for you. Brings you a cup of water and some fruit when you’ve been working for too long, and silently drapes his jacket over you when you shiver.

Tell him you like a certain pastry and he’ll show up every day and bring some. Show him a picture of a pretty flower and he’s boarding a spaceship to bring the flower to you personally. If you want something, he’ll do his best to get it.

He’s pretty quiet, but he’ll remember everything you say, what your preferences are, and what you like. He secretly writes it down in case his memory gets murky, and he’ll often reread his notes to remind himself.

He gives simple but traditional gifts to you, such as jade bracelets and pendants, and combs and hairpins if you have longer hair to wear or use them.*

He’ll treasure anything you gift to him. If you make an accessory for him, he wears it at all times. If your gift is small enough, he’ll stow it safely in his pockets and take it everywhere with him.

If family is important to you, he’ll send funds their way and ensure that they’re taken care of. 

As someone who’s often dead and then undead, his body can get stiff. He’ll enjoy it immensely if you massage him, and accompany him for his daily stretches and calisthenics. Even if you just hold him for a while, he finds that his muscles will relax from the warmth emitting from your body. Therefore, he quite appreciates having you physically near him.

* Combs, hairpins, Jade bracelets, and pendants were given as tokens of love and affection in Ancient China. These gifts have a deeper meaning/symbolism, but for the sake of post length, I did not write them all out. 

[thefreakandthehair]

shoot your shot.

written for ‘dress’ | wc: 350 | rating: teen & up | tags: hockey player!steve harrington, robin buckley & eddie munson friendship, eddie munson has a crush on steve harrington, pining, friends to lovers, getting together, humor, fluff, is this crackfic? maybe, hockey season has me in a chokehold @steddiemicrofic

"Are you... Eddie, are you dressed like a hockey puck for Steve’s Halloween game?" Robin asks. 

“I always knew you were the smart one, Buckley,” he quips, waddling awkwardly into their prime seats. “I figured if I look like a hockey puck, maybe Steve'll finally shoot his shot."

Eddie folds the edges of his cardboard costume and sits as he shrugs.

“Wow,” Robin snorts, shaking her head as she leans back in her seat and faces out toward the ice from directly behind the glass. “That’s the man you’re trying to woo with a puck costume?” 

It should be harder to pick him out with all of the players in the same jerseys but Eddie finds Steve in the slew of skaters warming up, a satellite returning its orbit. He’s doing his stretches— hip movements he’s watched Steve execute since high school that are truly so explicit that Eddie nearly blacks out every goddamn time— and laughing at something his teammate, Argyle, must’ve said. His nose crinkles and he slips from his knees flat onto the ice. 

Steve can play big bad defenseman all he wants, but Eddie knows this version of Steve, loves him, actually, and he’s running out of patience. 

Eventually, Steve starts making his laps around the ice, stopping to make funny faces with a kid dressed like him for Halloween. 

“Get it together, Munson,” Robin jokes, elbowing him in his cardboard torso. “You’re gonna melt the rink if you’re not careful.”

“Think that’d get me mouth-to-mouth?” Eddie muses as Steve skates over to them, wide smile spreading from ear to ear as he clocks Eddie’s costume. 

Even to someone as oblivious as Eddie, he notices the pink tinge in Steve’s cheeks as they make puck puns from either side of the glass. 

“Wait for me after the game?” Steve asks, one hand pressed flat against the glass.

“You got it, big boy.” Eddie mirrors him, meeting Steve’s palm with his own. 

As he skates away and Eddie sits back down next to Robin, preening with victory, Robin just shakes her head. 

“I can’t believe that worked.”

[queenie-ofthe-void]

It's A Date

written for @steddiemicrofic October

prompt: dress || wc: 350 || rating: G || tags: excessive fluff and general adorableness

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“Put this on,” Steve says, tossing the black button up at him. He’s been digging through Eddie’s closet for almost ten minutes while Eddie’s struggled to get his favorite black jeans on. It’s the first time he’s worn real clothes since leaving the hospital almost three months ago.

“I don’t want to wear this, Steve.”

“Harrington,” Steve bitches back.

“Ok Harrington,” Eddie says, playful sarcasm dripping into his tone, “why am I wearing this? It’s pretty stuffy for dinner and a movie on the couch.”

“It’s a date, Munson. Dress to impress.” Eddie can’t help but chuckle at the sound of his last name. Steve smiles at him. He throws a red tie around Eddie’s neck before tying a perfect knot. “Are you sure you’re ok getting to the door on your own? Everything’s already set up and he’s gonna be here in five minutes. I could grab your cane and–”

“Yes, I can open the door for my date, I don’t need you to do it.” It’s a joke, but when he looks up, Steve’s face is unsure, lips tilted downward with sad eyes.

“And you’re sure you like the guy?” It’s insecure, vulnerable, and genuine.

“Of course I do,” Eddie smiles. “Yo– he’s perfect.”

Five minutes later, Eddie carefully makes his way through the trailer to open the front door. Standing on the other side is the prettiest boy he’s ever seen, holding a bouquet of daisies and wearing the yellow tie Eddie picked out earlier.

“Hi, Eddie,” the boy’s blushing, nervous with anticipation, until a cocksure smile lights his face. “You look really nice tonight. Love the shirt, good choice.”

Eddie’s cheeks burn as he laughs, raking his eyes over the man he’s been in love with for almost three months. “I was told guys like when I get all gussied up.”

Steve hums, stepping up the stairs to wrap his hands around the back of Eddie’s neck. “That guy sounds pretty smart. Should I be worried about him?”

“No, sweetheart,” Eddie smiles wide, pecking him on the cheek. “you’re the only man I ever wanna date.”

[jindallaebe]

honestly speaking, jindallae could get used to this. time spent with stevie is always a new adventure, and he likes that. skating, surfing, hiking, rock-climbing... there's apart of him that's eager to know what else they could get up to; what their weekends could look like in the future. maybe he's getting ahead of himself, but the idea of it excites him, and he hopes that the possibilities have a similar effect on stevie, too.

that being said though, he's confident that even the more mundane moments will carry the same electric sensation. while they've yet to really explore it, jindallae envisions lazy sundays spent in bed, even sleepy 3am conversations, rivaling their various escapades. there's almost no doubt in his mind that they'll carry the same weight.

sighing to himself, he looks over to stevie, and when he's asked if he doesn't like to share, he smirks; soft laughter reverberating from his palate. "what can i say? i guess i'm a bit greedy..." he teases, hoping that that's not a red flag. "is it so bad to want some sunshine all to myself? it's dark and cold where i'm at; i need someone to warm me up."

carefully, he climbs slightly closer to stevie, enough for jindallae to reach out one of his hands to poke his cheek. "m'happy to be here with you, too. how about we head back down now? i wanna be close to you."

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it doesn't take them long to reach the ground and become untethered, and after a quick bow to the attendants who oversaw them, jindallae is quickly to drape an arm around stevie; pulling him close. "you really are fast. you're like pikachu or somethin'." he teases, squeezing onto him. "wanna jump on some trampolines? hit the batting cages, shoot some hoops? we can even zip-line or bungee jump, if you want." he's pretty shocked at just how many attractions are apart of sports monster. it's sure to be a good time.

"what do you wanna do, hmm? all i care about is being next to you, so you can make the call."

for a moment, stevie is confused. cold? “huh?” he voices, pausing in his trek to twist his head towards the other. he waits for jindallae to situate himself before he starts his own trek up. and he’s fastly approaching. oh my. stevie gulps, and then continues his way up.

though he’s pushed to giggling at the others following words. “yeah, i’m pretty hot.” he peeks down to toss a wink at the other, before pushing forward. there’s not much of a distance between them after a while. stevie slows a bit, smile widening. this is fun, he thinks to himself. they’ve only just started the day, but stevie is excited for each step of the way.

he shakes his at the question. “nope! wide awake.” adrenaline is racing. nerves are going. stevie chances a glance around, a noise of agreement leaving him. there is a lot of options for them— it would be a shame to get worn out quickly. good thing stevie’s got a decent amount of stamina. especially when he’s determined.

“i’m happy to see where the flow takes us,” stevie adjusts his grip, humming at the tallers words. his cheeks turn red at the little confession, unable to help the happy grin that is only building. stevie’s amazed. jindallae is so smooth. “what, you don’t like to share?” he teases, knowing his face is steadily growing pinker. both from exertion of climbing and jindallae’s words.

stevie doesn’t mind it. it’s nice to be wanted, and it’s such a charming way for jindallae to express he wants to be around stevie. he can’t help but melt a little. “fine with me. i guess the privacy is pretty nice.” as much privacy you can get on a rock climbing wall. “just happy to be here with you,” he states, genuinely.

[adverbally]

Wedding Bell Blues

Written for the @steddiemicrofic October prompt “dress” | wc: 350 | rated: T | cw: none | tags: established relationship, getting married, wedding day jitters, eddie helping steve get dressed, very light angst with a happy ending

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“Robin was right, you are freaking out.”

Steve looks up from his fourth attempt to put on his bow tie to see Eddie leaning against the door frame, looking long and lean and gorgeous in his tuxedo. God, Steve can’t wait to marry him. As Eddie crosses the room, Steve also feels like he might puke, panic emptying his mind of everything except that stupid tradition of not seeing each other before the wedding. “You’re not supposed to be in here!”

“That’s not a real rule. Just let me help you get dressed.” He takes the ends of the tie from Steve’s useless hands, making quick work of the bow. “So, why so nervous?” Eddie asks, adjusting Steve’s collar.

“It’s not, like, cold feet,” Steve assures him. “I just…” He reaches for his cufflinks but Eddie is already taking Steve’s wrist to fasten them. “It’s big, isn’t it? Getting married. A significant life event.”

Eddie quirks an amused eyebrow. “Mm-hmm.” He switches to Steve’s other sleeve.

“A good one!” Embarrassed, Steve searches for the words. “I want to be married to you. Really. End result, great. But the process, the event itself…”

“The wedding?” Eddie takes Steve’s hands in his. “Where I get to pledge my undying love for you and celebrate with all of our friends and family? That wedding?”

Steve looks away, abashed. “When you put it like that–”

“What’s the problem, then?” Eddie asks, genuinely trying to understand.

“A lot could go wrong. Flowers, cake, the photographer.” Steve pinches the bridge of his nose. “I want it to be perfect, I guess.”

Grinning, Eddie tilts Steve’s head to look at him, palm on his cheek. “This is gonna sound so sappy, but it will be perfect. Because it’s you and me.”

He laughs as tears spring to his eyes. “Shut up.” The worst part is, Eddie’s right.

“So finish getting ready and come marry me.” Eddie’s eyes are a little wet, too, as he leans in for a goodbye kiss… only to cackle when Steve pushes him away.

“Seeing me was bad enough, don’t kiss me yet!”

[boydepartment]

it’s cold in here - nishimura riki x gn! reader

you and your annoying coworker at the bakery get accidentally locked in the freezer | masterlist | wc - 350 | part 2

nishimura riki was the worst fucking coworker on the planet. he would finish frosting the cake but then not tell you he was done with it. so he would put the cake in the chiller and not tell you it was done, so you would get behind in decorating the cakes and then that would put the orders behind.

the worst part is he would PURPOSELY put you behind so you looked bad. especially to your sweet manager whom you never wanted to disappoint…

but you weren’t any better, you would point out to your manager the mistakes in riki’s frosting job on the different cakes.

today was a slow day and you weren’t doing anything at work, the bakers went home so it was just you, riki, and two other workers who work the front. your manager was out doing deliveries. you grabbed one of the tickets and went to the freezer, you saw the cake was due in an hour and it still wasn’t frosted.

sighing, you walked up to riki, “hey have you frosted this cake?”

riki looked up from his phone, “yes it’s in there. i’m frosting cupcakes right now. leave me be.” riki quite literally waved you off and you stood there in shock

“no it’s not.” you stood there irritated

the tall man looked at you and scoffed, “it literally is. now leave me alone.”

you looked at him, “no the fuck it’s not. now stop making my fucking life harder and show me where it is then.”

riki’s eye twitched and he walked to the freezer and you followed him. he had on large jackets, he was in the freezer a lot getting cakes back and forth.

you stood by the cake rack with him with your arms crossed.

“see it’s not fucking here.”

riki kept looking around and looked genuinely confused, “i swear i did it…”

“i don’t know maybe one of the girls in the front took it.” you took a deep breath, you saw the breath that left you. it was freezing.

“yeah what the fuck ever. i’ll just do another one.” he turned to the other cakes and grabbed an unfrosted one. you mumbled a thank you and turned to leave the freezer.

but the door wouldn’t open…

you blinked and tried to push the door open again…

riki stood behind you and scoffed, “you’ve opened this door a million times- move.”

he gently moved you out of the way and tried to open it, but the door wouldn’t open.

you started to panic and he looked at you, “y/n do not cry in here you need to trust me it’s going to hurt.”

you looked at him your eyes glossing over QUICK. he set the wrapped unfrosted cake down and used his sleeves to cover your eyes. he spoke like he knew you shouldn’t cry in here.

“if you cry in here the contrast from your higher temperature tears might hurt with the cold.” riki spoke, he didn’t sound irritated at you for once.

“we’re gonna die in here! there’s so much i wanted to do, i wanted to travel and get married and have a ton of animals, maybe even get a masters degree and-“

“well you’re doing great with that by working a part time less than minimum wage job.” he spoke very unamused, you smacked his hands away.

“why do you hate me so much!?”

he sighed and took out his phone, he tried to call your manager, jihyo, and she wouldn’t answer.

“do you have the girls who work the fronts number?” he leaned against the side of the wall then immediately stopped because it was too cold.

“no i don’t they just got hired and they’re like 2-3 years younger than me and you.” you deadpanned and looked away shivering. riki sighed loudly and the next thing you knew his jacket was wrapped around you. your head whipped to him.

“wh-“

“don’t.” he put his hand up, “and i don’t hate you. you’re just annoying.”

you looked at him and sighed, opening your phone to text your manager. explaining the situation. riki walked to the over side and took a couple of boxes with baking material in them and sat down. you begrudgingly sat down next to him.

“you can scoot closer to me.” he mumbled, you listened, you were freezing cold so you went right next to him, “i’m more used to being in here than you.” riki said and took a deep breath.

“shouldn’t we be moving around to keep your bodies warm?”

he looked at you funny, “what the fuck are you going to do? jumping jacks? absolutely not you’re going to slip and fall on your ass. then you’re out for a week or two and we lose our best- our decent decorator.”

you looked at him, “best decorator…?” your lips curled into a slight smile.

“whatever. i don’t know how you do it or make those stupid decorations so i have to applaud you..” he mumbled and nudged you.

the freezer fans stopped and it was silent, only cracks from the cold. your breaths being able to be heard just as well as being visible.

“im sorry for not telling you when i’m done frosting.” riki spoke, “it’s stupid and i did it for a stupid reason.”

you looked at him, “yeah i’d get behind and it makes me look bad and keeps me running back and forth and-“

“i just wanted you to talk to me more.” he said and looked at you. his cheeks dusted pink from the cold.

“what..?” you asked and looked confused, you huddled more into his jacket

he took a deep breath and lolled his head back, “i just wanted you to come to the back of house more and talk to me.”

your jaw dropped slightly, “i do go back-“

“yeah you talk to chris.” riki mumbled, “baker bahng.”

“i didn’t think you wanted to talk to me…” you frowned and looked down at your hands, “i get scared to make friends sometimes. and you didn’t look like you liked me..”

“i know, i’ve heard you talking to jihyo about it.” riki said, “i overheard you…”

your eyes went down to your hands, “i’m sorry if i wasn’t welcoming when you got hired.. your first day was a holiday and i was stressed.”

“it’s fine… i didn’t make it any better…”

it was awkward in the freezer after that, you both sat in silence and it didn’t help the fans were on. you got up and tried to knock on the door for someone to let you out.

“i’m sorry if i weirded you out…” riki stood up and walked by you.

you looked up at him and he put the hood over your head, your heart beat sped up a little and your eyes went to the freezer window again, “you didn’t.. i’m glad you told me and we can start over..”

riki nodded and repeated you, “start over.. yeah.. actually no..”

you felt your heart stop. you thought he now truly hated you.

“i don’t want to start over, because i fucked up and it was my fault. i wanted to be your friend and close to you and i thought you wanted nothing to do with me and so i thought you were entitled,” riki took a deep breath, “it was stupid and i’m sorry.”

“you can still be my friend..” you mumbled and looked at him, he really was good looking…

riki looked down at you, his eyes boring into yours, then he started scanning your face, “could i be more?”

a split second later jihyo came in rushing, she apologized to you both and just like nothing

you both went back to work…