#guys her reblogs make my day/night 10x better

[miumura]

i forgot tor reblog this sweet girl’s reblog !!! i just might have to actually work on a part two guys … i’m #guilty of making open endings (?) and leave it up to you guys to imagine AHAJA ���‍💫 considering how taesan is like in this fic, you could imagine he’d do above and beyond for his lucky charm (you) 🤭 THANK YOU FOR YOUR SWEET WORDSSS my biggest motivator over here like??? bye i love her . it’s okay i don’t have a bf either because i have lili and that’s all that matters ❤️‍🩹! im sososo happy you loved this,, i feel like the lucky one here 🫠 me and lili on the same wavelengths over here… to be considered as someone’s lucky charm/clover 😵 (she’s all of that for me 🤞) BUT YAY i will do so don’t you worry 😈

LIKE GUYSSS I CANT STRESS THIS ENOUGHHHH lili is actually so sweet. we all deserve a lili in our lives ☹️☹️ i can’t wait to cook up some more fics for you ilysm <3

BE MY LUCKY SEVEN STRIKE! 𖦏 H.TAESAN !

THE CHARM BEHIND IT ALL ◟ ⟡ with even the amount of times you seem to show “disinterest,” that doesn’t stop taesan from trying to be with the one he considers as his “lucky one”.

LUCKY ONES ( 🍀 ) skater ! taesan x fem ! reader ───

(MIS)PLUCKED CLOVERS ╱ fluff ∿ use of petnames, reader kind of plays hard to get, taesan is confident/cocky (?) but he simply just has a massive crush 🫠

REACH YOUR DESTINATION WITHIN ｡ ｡ 2.4K+ WORDS !

─── MESSAGE FROM LUCKY CLOVER ◟ ⟡ hihi this is a taesan fic dedicated to @htaesan , my gongfourz half 🤍🍀 simply because i’m lucky to have her in my life ( lucky charmz in action !! ) . . and for lili — i may or may not have went through one of your blogs and gathered inspo through your reblogs… i’ll make better fics for you soon ♡♡

❛❛ 💬 ❞ 𝗦𝗢𝗣𝗛 > 𓂃 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗖𝗞 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗙 ⋮ 🪽

Taesan didn’t spare a single second—once he saw the clock hit 6 P.M., he was immediately out of the door. He barely managed to grab all of his belongings, let alone spray that favorite cologne of his–the one he swore he could never leave without. None of that really mattered though.

There was only one thing on his mind.

The wheels of his skateboard hit the pavement as he hopped on, quickly weaving through the streets. With the speed that he was going at, if anyone had seen him, they’d know instantly–Taesan definitely wanted to be somewhere.

Now, what was he that eager for?

His wheels immediately screeched against the floor, signaling his abrupt stop, his gaze looking at the entrance of the large building ahead. The crowd of people spilling out could have been overwhelming, but with Taesan, none of that seemed to faze him.

His eyes scanned the crowd for only a second before landing on you. It was almost too easy to spot you—your bag slung casually over your shoulder, your head turning from side to side as though you were searching for something.

Or maybe…someone.

There you were—the very person who made his heart pound harder than his feet hitting against the pavement. The one that made him rush out of his house without a second thought.

His pretty girl—well, at least, not yet.

The corners of his lips twitched into a smile as he stood there, watching you from a distance for a moment longer than he probably should have. Something about you had just enough to distract him.

But when you turned to walk away, Taesan snapped out of his trance, immediately pushing off to catch up. The familiar sound of his skateboard’s wheels rolling against the pavement filled the air, and he couldn’t help but grin, knowing you’d recognize it instantly. After all, it had practically become a daily routine for you to hear that sound whenever he was around.

“In a rush, today?” Taesan finally broke the silence, his voice light as he effortlessly glided beside you. He couldn’t help but notice you subconsciously picking up your pace after hearing the skateboard.

“Maybe,” you replied curtly, throwing him a sideways glance, eyes fixated on the street and the street only.

Taesan couldn’t help but chuckle. This was practically routine for him by now—leaving his house just to see and greet you, while you did everything in your power to ignore him. Yet somehow, your attempts to brush him off only made it harder for him to stay away.

Maybe that was it. Maybe it was the way you tried so hard to keep your walls up, only for them to crack ever so slightly, that made you so utterly distracting to him.

Not that he would complain, though.

Before you could get too far, Taesan hopped off his skateboard effortlessly, soon tucking it under his arm as he jogged a few steps ahead. In one swift move, now ahead of you–or in fact, right in front of you, which forces you to come to a sudden halt.

“Hey,” he said, his dorky grin on full display, his free hand giving you a small wave while the other kept his skateboard secured in one arm.

“Are you seriously doing this again?” you blinked, clearly unimpressed.

“Doing what?”

“Trying to walk home with me every single time,” you deadpanned, your eyes slightly narrowing at the sight of the guy’s grin never faltering from his face. “Do you have nothing else better to do?”

He shrugged, the spark in his eyes seemingly getting brighter. “Other than the skating competitions and skate hangouts I have with my friends, nothing is better than this.”

With nothing to say, you simply walked around him, continuing on with your path. It didn’t take long for him to be right back where he was as you heard the faint footsteps behind you.

There he was, catching up again, as persistent as ever.

“And those two things still can’t beat walking with you,” he added smoothly, finishing what he was supposed to say before he could let his words slip out of your mind.

You scoffed at his remark, shaking your head in disbelief. The audacity. Yet somehow, the tiniest smile tugged at the corner of your lips, though you made sure to keep it hidden from him.

Taesan let out an audible laugh, the sound light and carefree, clearly pleased with himself for earning a reaction. He slid right back into his place beside you, matching your pace effortlessly, as if walking together was the most natural thing in the world.

It was quiet for a few seconds–emphasis on the word–few–since Taesan couldn’t wait any longer and started to open his mouth again.

“Need me to carry your bag for you?” he asked, his voice light and teasing, just like the expression on his face. It was the same playful look he always wore whenever you two walked—though the walk back home together wasn’t exactly by your choice.

You shifted your gaze to him, eyebrows furrowed. He’d caught you off guard, as usual. While it was true you’d brought home more paperwork than usual, it was nothing you couldn’t manage.

“I am capable of carrying it myself,” you shot back, gripping the strap of your bag tighter as if to prove your point.

“I know you can, but I just want to,” he replied, his voice softer now. When you looked at him again, his face wasn’t teasing this time—it was warm, genuine, and entirely disarming.

Your mind stuttered at the change. That look… It was rare. At least, it seemed rare to you, given how hard you tried not to meet his eyes these days. But now you couldn’t help but wonder: just how many times had he looked at you like that before?

You were mentally cursing yourself–both for having your thoughts stray off, but also remaining silent on the other end. After all, why were you thinking so heavily about this?

It’s not like it mattered, you reasoned. You didn’t care. You didn’t want to care. But, why did your chest feel tight all of a sudden? Why couldn’t you shake that look from your mind?

“So—pretty girl—can I help you carry that?” Taesan asked once more, breaking you out of your train of thought. There was that look again–the way his eyes grew slightly wider but softer, and the usual smirk turning into a normal expression, but it still carried so much weight.

You hesitated, your grip tightening on the strap of your bag for just a second longer. Then, with a faint sigh, you gave in, slowly slipping the strap off your shoulder and holding the bag out to him. “Don’t complain if your shoulder starts hurting,” you muttered. “And stop calling me that.”

Taesan took the bag with ease, adjusting it onto his shoulder before flashing another grin—this one bigger, showing a hint of teeth. His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary, even as your own focus remained fixed on the road ahead.

He couldn’t help but find your stubbornness endearing. What might come off as irritating to someone else only made him more drawn to you.

After all, things were only fun with you.

Sure, Taesan had experienced plenty of thrilling moments before—winning first place in a skating competition, nailing a trick he’d practiced for weeks, or hearing his friends cheer him on. But none of those feelings came close to this.

Being with you was something else entirely. It wasn’t loud or wild; it wasn’t the rush of adrenaline he was used to. It was softer, quieter. The determination he felt when skating still lingered, but now it was different. It didn’t come with pressure or nerves—it transformed into something calmer, something that let him breathe freely.

Taesan always felt comforted whenever he was around you. No matter how many times you brushed off his attempts to ask you out or tried to ignore his presence, he couldn’t shake the feeling that, deep down, you felt the same way he did. Although he could be reckless, there are moments where his eyes lingered more attentively on you. He notices the way how your signature scowl softens the longer he was around, or the way your flustered reactions betrayed the walls you worked so hard to keep up.

With that alone, those small glimpses of signs were enough to keep him going.

If he could put it into words, he’d call you a clover–four leafed one at that. Meeting you felt like fate to him; he considered himself impossibly lucky to have crossed paths with you.

Ever since you entered his life, things ended up falling right into place. It’s like how people search for four-leaf clovers, having the desire to hold onto them forever; Taesan felt the same way about you. In his mind, you weren’t just someone he liked–you were truly his lucky charm.

So, if he were to be compared to those who hope and search to find these rare clovers, he would be just as focused on being able to have you in his life. His determination only showed that he wanted to hold on to this, to you.

Silence had stretched between you both, but it didn’t seem to bother Taesan in the slightest. For Taesan, he has always been involved in lively environments and movement; he found a sense of calmness in these moments with you.

“Will you stop staring at me like that?” You say after peeking at Taesan through your peripheral vision, feeling as if the silence was almost a little too much. You always expected him to say something, so any silence that was longer than five minutes was almost unbearing.

"Are you paying attention to me now?" Taesan teased, his voice a little too pleased with himself.

"Huh… as if," you muttered, doing your best to ignore him.

Taesan smirked, dragging out his words just enough to make the tension build. "I don’t know, it seems like you’ve been a lot more interested in me lately."

“Was your ego always this high?” you turned to raise your eyebrow at him, trying to maintain an indifferent tone in your voice.

“Maybe only around you it is,” he admitted with a grin, earning another scoff from your lips. Your footsteps, once perfectly in sync with his, came to a halt, the quiet sound of your steps now the only thing breaking the silence.

You turned around to face Taesan, your expression etched with confusion—or at least, that's what you wanted it to seem like.

"So, speaking of which," he started, his grin unfaltering as he closed the distance between you, "pretty girl, will you finally give me a chance?"

“A chance for?” you questioned, although knowing exactly where this was going.

“For us—you know, for me to ask you the very question you hate.”

“Hate is a strong word.”

“It’s not my fault that you act like you do,” he countered, his teasing tone shining through.

For once, you didn’t throw a scowl his way. Instead, you let out a small chuckle, crossing your arms as you tilted your head slightly. "Alright, then. Tell me."

“What?” Taesan’s eyes dilated slightly, his usual confidence wavering as he carefully gauged the sudden shift in your demeanor.

“Tell me the question I hate.”

“Do you want to…” His voice carried a hint of hesitation, making him wonder if this was even a right moment to ask you this–he had never felt like this before. His lips felt almost parched, leading him to press his lips together before he continued, “go out with me?”

“If I go out with you,” you trailed off, making Taesan’s curious eyes wander on your lips. “What’s in it for me?”

Taesan froze for a moment, the quick-witted remarks he usually had at the ready slipping from his mind one by one. His mouth opened, but all that came out was a soft, uncertain, "Um." Everything felt new to him.

He had never gotten too far with his confession before.

"Do you even know where you’d take me for our first date?" you teased, chuckling lightly as you stared at Taesan’s fidgety figure. You could see the way his grip on his skateboard tightened as his eyes almost carried a far-off, blank look–like his mind was racing but still empty.

If Taesan had to be honest, his brain had fixated entirely on two words from your question: first date. Were you actually considering it?

Wait, no—scratch that. He had to think back to your question.

Did he even know where he wanted to take you?

He was there, almost frozen, his brain malfunctioning. His mouth was parted, almost like he wanted to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth.

That was when you took the chance to grab the bag strap off his shoulder, sliding it back on yours with ease.

“Have a proper plan next time,” you said, replicating the same smile he’d been giving you the past few weeks, giving him a tap on his shoulder. “and maybe I’ll have an answer you’d want by then.”

You continued to walk your way home as if nothing had happened, leaving him standing there, completely dumbfounded. For a moment, Taesan didn’t move. His stunned expression lingered as your words echoed in his head, but it didn’t last long.

You knew he would’ve been right behind you again, talking your ear off again.

And that’s exactly what he did.

His disbelief would soon melt into a grin—an extremely wide one this time—before he jogged after you to catch up.

You didn’t turn to look at him, though the smile tugging at your lips was impossible to suppress as his voice filled the air again. His usual stories about his day—filled with compliments that always seemed to flow in the (one-sided) conversation effortlessly—were becoming longer. His energy radiated a cheerful feeling, as if the world around him had suddenly grown brighter and lighter with every word he spoke.

Taesan didn’t mind your silence–he usually never did. However, hearing what seemed like an answer–at least to him–only fueled his determination even more.

He wanted to turn your exasperated sighs and annoyed glares into soft smiles and loving eyes. He wasn’t naive enough to think it would happen simply overnight, but Taesan had always thrived on challenges.

With this challenge, he also knew one thing for sure: he’d get his lucky clover soon.

‘💬’ ─── tws songs are too good …. and ohh to be considered as someone’s lucky clover 🍀

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[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

The Colour Green

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Summary: The reader and Gwilym run into her ex boyfriend and Gwilym gets jealous, causing a fight and the reader proves to him how much she loves him

Requested: Yo Gwil does not get enough love. Could you write something for him like he’s insecure next to reader’s ex boyfriend? Thanks so much, love your work 😘

Warnings: Age gap, swearing, jealousy (is that a warning??)

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first full-scale Gwil fic! I hope you guys enjoy it - I love writing for him so much and I’m kinda quite happy with how this one turned out. Please remember to like, reblog, leave comments, send me asks and let me know what you guys think of it! I love talking to you guys, it honestly makes my day 10x better!!! I love you all so much!!!

“Cariad, are you ready to go?” Gwilym called, buttoning up his shirt as he wandered into their bedroom, where Y/N was still getting ready. She turned when she saw him enter the room through the mirror she was in front of and smiled at him.

“Pretty much,” she assured him.

“Pretty much?” Gwilym echoed, cocking his eyebrows. “What else do you need to do? You already look absolutely breath-taking,” he commented, moving towards her and resting his hands on her waist, gently connecting their lips. Y/N giggled.

“You’re so cute,” 

“That’s what I’m going for,” Gwilym nodded solemnly, but it broke into a grin when Y/N started laughing.

“I just need to grab my phone,” she told him and Gwilym nodded, loosening his grip on her waist so she could walk away. “What time are we meant to be meeting the guys and Luce?” She asked and Gwilym looked at his watch.

“I told Joe six but he’ll almost certainly be late,” Gwilym shrugged and Y/N rolled her eyes, a chuckle slipping past her lips.

“I got a text from Ben saying that he was running a bit late as well,” she mentioned, looking down at her phone.

“So if we leave now we’ll be right on time!” Gwilym exclaimed with faux enthusiasm and Y/N laughed, holding out her hand for her boyfriend to take.

“Let’s go then, we want to be able to shame Joe and Ben for being late,” Y/N grinned, pulling Gwilym’s hand and leading him out of their apartment.

Gwilym knew all about Y/N’s ex boyfriend. They had been together for a year and a half so the topic had been bound to come up at one stage or another. But Gwilym hated it when it did. Of course he had wanted to know about Y/N’s past boyfriends and so had been the one to initiate the conversation about her ex but he hadn’t expected to dislike it so much.

He hated hearing about how, David (Y/N’s ex) had been the guy who took her virginity. He hated hearing how happy he had made her. He hated knowing that the reason they had broken up was because he was moving to America.

And most of all, Gwilym hated hearing Y/N tell him that David was the first guy she had fallen in love with.

Not to mention that David was highly attractive. 

The two of them had been together for two years before breaking up, they met at a pub one night and hit it off and had even gone as far as to move in with one another. But then, when David got offered a new job in America, Y/N hadn’t wanted to move with him and they had ended it. 

They had been arguing before the job offer as well, but it had been America that truly led to their break-up.

But aside from that, Y/N had described their relationship as being ‘near-perfect’.

So, naturally, Gwilym was more than a little jealous of David.

“You guys are late!” Was how the couple was greeted upon sitting down at their table in the restaurant. Lucy hit her boyfriends arm and rolled her eyes slightly.

“Joe and Ben aren’t here yet either,” Lucy pointed out.

“And we’re only, like, ten minutes late,” Y/N argued, hugging her friends. Gwilym chuckled and pulled out Y/N’s chair for her, gesturing for her to sit down. She pecked his cheek with an adoring smile before sitting down. When Gwilym took the seat next to her, it was instinctive for Y/N to rest her head on his shoulder, grabbing his hand in hers.

“I feel as though I haven’t seen you in ages,” Lucy pouted, looking at her friend. Y/N smiled back at her, giving an apologetic shrug.

“I’ve been busy, I’m sorry Luce,”

“I’ve barely seen her as well, don’t worry you’re not the only one,” Gwilym sighed, turning to kiss the top of Y/N’s head. His girlfriend laughed, elbowing him.

“Have you been suffering withdrawal symptoms, Gwil?” Rami teased, his arm going to rest behind the back of Lucy’s chair and Gwilym joined in their laughter, shaking his head. He could feel the heat rise in his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, guys. Work has just been hectic, you know?” Y/N shrugged and her friends waved her off with understanding smiles on their faces.

“Trust me, it’s Joe that’s the most annoyed - he really wants a Mario Kart rematch,” Rami assured her and the table dissolved into laughter again.

“Hey, who’s that? The guy that Y/N is talking to?” Joe asked, nudging Gwilym’s shoulder to get his attention before pointing across the room to where Y/N was stood. She had dismissed herself to go to the toilet five minutes ago, placing a kiss on Gwilym’s cheek as she slid out from the table.  

“Where?” He asked, following Joe’s finger with a frown. “That’s... that’s David,”

“As in her ex boyfriend, David?” Joe asked and Gwilym gave a wordless nod, his eyes still fixed on his girlfriend who was laughing with the attractive man. “I thought he moved to America?” It felt as though an iron fist closed around his heart and started to squeeze as he watched Y/N embrace her ex boyfriend.

“Yeah... so did I,”

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked, sitting back down, clearly noticing Gwilym’s pinched expression. He gave her a tight smile before looking away, subtly moving away from her as she went to rest her head on his shoulder, turning his body so it was facing Joe and engaging him in conversation. 

He could feel Y/N’s concerned frown on the back of his neck and wanted nothing more than to turn back around and hug her, apologise. But he couldn’t get the image of her and David out of his head.

“Gwil? Seriously, what’s going on?” Y/N asked as they left the restaurant after another excruciatingly painful hour of sitting in silence next to one another.

“Lets just go home,” he said, sticking his hands into the pockets of his jeans to avoid holding hers. She folded hers, a wounded expression on her face at his rejection.

“Okay,” Y/N whispered, slowing down so she was walking a couple of paces behind Gwilym. He wanted to turn around, to apologise for the way he was acting but he couldn’t. Anger and jealousy flowed freely through his veins.

Green didn’t suit him.

Upon arriving back at their apartment, Gwilym went straight into their bedroom, changing out of his button up and nice trousers into just a pair of sweatpants, a hoodie thrown on top of his bare chest to fight off the cold air of their home. The heating hadn’t kicked in yet and he saw Y/N shivering as she changed into her sleepwear.

He noticed as she bypassed the large shirt of his that she normally wore to bed, one that she had stolen from him early on in their relationship because the material was ‘just too comfortable’ and ‘smelled just like him’. Instead she pulled on one of her own loose-fitting shirts on top of some checked pyjama bottoms, putting on a zip-up hoodie of her own on top to fight against the biting air. 

Y/N pulled on some fluffy socks and padded out into the hallway. Gwilym watched in confusion as she went to the airing cupboard and brought out another duvet and pillow.

“What are you doing?” He asked and Y/N looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes tired and Gwilym could see the upset that swam in them. 

“You clearly don’t want to be around me for some reason so I’m going to sleep in the other room,” she huffed, walking away. Gwilym scoffed, following her.

“You’re not the victim here,” he warned her and Y/N turned around, shaking her head. Her eyes flaming with annoyance and hurt.

“I don’t understand what I’ve done!” She said in response, dumping the duvet and pillow onto the bed and pushing past Gwilym to get back to the airing closet.

“I saw you with him!” He shouted, running a hand through his hair. Y/N paused, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, holding a sheet for the bed in her hands.

“With who?” She asked, pulling down a duvet cover and pillow case.

“David!” Y/N’s mouth opened in shock and she nodded in recognition. “How long has he been back?” He asked.

“I don’t know... couple of months maybe?” She offered, shrugging her shoulders. Gwilym scoffed.

“Just like you’ve been ‘busy with work’ for the last couple of months?” He asked, using air quotations in a way that had never before seemed so vicious to Y/N. She stared at him and shook her head. Gwilym felt his heart start to race as he awaited her response.

“Are you implying what I think you’re implying?” She asked, blinking at him in shock.

“I’m just saying, you guys had the ‘perfect relationship’ so why wouldn’t you just pick-up where you left off?”

“Green isn’t a good colour on you, Gwilym,” Y/N said, her voice was dangerously low and Gwilym knew he was crossing many lines but he couldn’t help himself, couldn’t stop his insecurities from showing. “Tonight was the first night I’ve seen him since we broke up,” she informed him. “Just so you know,”

“Right,” Gwilym said and Y/N let out a breathless laugh with no trace of amusement in it.

“You’re unbelievable,”

“Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you,” 

“Fuck you,” Y/N said and it felt as though her words were bullets. Y/N had never sworn at him before in a way intended to hurt him. 

“I guess you won’t be doing that in a while now David’s back.” He hissed before turning and walking out of the room, making sure to slam the door on his way out.

It was painful. He could hear her crying through the wall. Tears streamed down his own cheeks as guilt, frustration and anger swirled in a vicious cocktail in his stomach. He ran his hand down his face, letting out another choked sob as he debated internally over what he should do.

Hearing another distraught cry from the other room, his decision was made. He climbed out of bed and hesitantly walked to the spare room, loitering at the door as he wondered if it was a good idea or not.

“Move over?” Gwilym asked quietly. Y/N wiped her face on the duvet and slid to the side of the bed, allowing Gwilym to climb in next to her. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, gently brushing through her hair with his fingers.

“You’re a dick,” she informed him, her words thick with tears and Gwilym nodded solemnly.

“I am. I’m so sorry, cariad. I know you wouldn’t cheat on me,” Y/N sniffled again, but Gwilym’s heart leapt when she twined their fingers together.

“Then why did you say it?” She asked. Gwilym shook his head, looking away, not wanting to admit his fears aloud. “Gwil?” Y/N whispered, gentle fingers turning his face towards hers.

“I’m not... good enough for you,” he murmured in defeat. Y/N’s hand left his and Gwilym’s heart dropped until she leaned over him to flick on the bedside lamp, illuminating their features.

“Why would you think that?” She whispered, caressing his cheek and Gwilym felt himself relaxing into her touch, a shy smile on his face at her loving actions. He gave a half shrug.

“You just... you’ve always spoken so highly of David and... you guys broke up because he moved away, not because you stopped loving him and I just thought that... you know, maybe he’s a better fit for you. I mean... you guys are the same age, he’s very attractive and... you deserve the world, cariad,” Gwilym explained. He looked away from Y/N as he spoke, not wanting her to see the depths that his insecurities actually reached.

“Gwil...” she murmured, once again turning his head to hers and dotting gentle, feather-light kisses around his face, an action that made him smile. “I love you, not David, okay? You’re the man I want to spend the rest of my life with, you know? And... I don’t care that you’re a few years older than me okay? You’re perfect to me. If I deserve the world then... Gwil you are my world,” the smile that grew on his face was so wide and infective and Gwilym was thrilled to see it mirrored on Y/N’s face as well.

“You’re the most amazing woman in the world,” he informed her seriously and his heart skipped a beat at the giggle she let out. Gwilym pulled her face closer to his and kissed her. “I love you, so, so much and I’m so sorry about what I said earlier,”

“I love you too, Gwil,”