#soft hours : open

[lee-aveyourmark]

pov: you're doing grocery shopping with seventeen - maknae line

∘.∙°. masterlist Warnings: mentions of food, alcohol, public affection

A/N: For legal reasons, some of this is a joke. I don't mean to undermine any of the members, so please don't misread my writing :)

mingyu Efficient. Knows what he needs to buy before entering the store, but is also flexible in changing his shopping list or meal plan if the store doesn't stock certain items. Is not afraid to ask store clerks where certain items are. Ends up inadvertently flirting with the aunties, and it takes a foreign hand on his bicep for him to quickly say his goodbyes and run back to you, whining and burying his face into your neck. Wine is a must-add to the cart. There's often a request from Seungcheol for a certain snack. Mingyu is reluctant in gratifying his hyung, and that reluctance quickly transforms into jealousy when you drop the requested item into the basket with indifference. Definitely needs you to hold his hand and stroke his hair for the next five minutes before the jealousy can dissipate.

the8 LIkes to shop at Chinese grocery stores as much as possible, since his culinary range is probably largely Chinese. You can often find this man in the tea section, browsing new leaves for his next tea ceremony and meditation session. There'll most likely be a mala-flavoured item that ends up in the cart. Enjoys introducing you to all the different spices frequently used in northern Chinese cooking and giggles at your cute pronunciation of their names. Also enjoys making conversation with the grandpas that compliment your relationship and- wait, is that Jun? You don't recall being told that he was going to be here. Oh, and now you're being sidelined and thirdwheeled as Jun drags Minghao to check out the newest instant ramen on offer.

dk Giggles, blushes and twirls his hair around his finger every five seconds because, omg, you're out buying groceries with him - how domestic! Absolutely adores taking photos of you doing literally whatever at the store - looking at items, picking items up, eating samples, pushing the cart - he's capturing it all. Tries so hard to control himself when seeing you strolling down the aisles in his oversized hoodie, but fails miserably as his lips make contact with your cheek. As our resident ray of sunshine, this man will buy food based on how cute the packaging is. I'm talking bright colours, funky fonts, and baby animal mascots. Will also choose the odd-shaped fruits and vegetables because they're "quirky" and he feels a little sorry for them.

seungkwan Is an absolute sweetheart to all of the elderly ladies slowly pushing their carts through the store. Makes conversation with them and helps them pick items off shelves that are too high for them. Also is super sweet to the children, complimenting them and playing with them. He's always closely inspecting the health foods on offer, but looks forward to seeing the pastries from the bakery next door to the supermarket. When you offer to buy him some, he adamantly refuses, makes the excuse that he was just browsing and then complains about his diet under his breath. The excitement lit across his face when trying the weekly cookie menu is something that you'll never get sick of, and you make sure to bring him grocery shopping more often.

vernon What is Chwe Hansol doing in the grocery store with you? Honestly, he's asking himself that too because this man has zero experience. The assistance he attempts to provide is based on information from the internet, and I'm talking about WikiHow articles on buying bread. Uses logic to the best of his abilities, helping to choose items based on price point. However, logic doesn't get him very far when you're asking him which brand would taste the best. Will internally freak out if you leave him in the queue to grab something, and will need a breather when you return to the line with the loaf of bread that you forgot. Always has music on, so you'll need to give him a good shake of his shoulder to grab his attention.

dino Our maknae can cook, but that doesn't translate into having sense regarding grocery shopping. If he can't track you down amongst the aisles, there's a high chance of him calling another member for help. Particularly, he'll likely call a 95-line hyung with the expectation of them fulfilling their hyung role. Alas, I'm not entirely sure if Seungcheol, Jeonghan or Joshua knows whether a three-dollar cucumber is a bargain or not. Is extremely confused when you're walking around slapping watermelons like Seungcheol would his ass amidst dance practice. Honestly, just very confused but also very curious and willing to learn lots on how to select the freshest produce so that he can impress you with a tasty homemade dish one day.

[mazeinthemiroh]

soft hours open~

it's been a while so lets do it!

for those of you who are new here, to participate in soft hours is simple! all you need to do is send me your soft thoughts about any of the members (skz, ateez or txt) through the inbox/asks.

and i will happily indulge them. we are united in deluluism 😍

anyways, i will be waiting patiently ✨

[ladyartemesia]

Quick message to tell you how much I love and I mean I LOVE your stories. Every fics I've had the pleasure to read are absolute bangers. You're in my top 3 favorite writers on here. Thank you so much for the fics, they're gifts truly.

Oh MY GOSH! Thank you so so so much! (Also can I just say I LOVE the phrase “absolute bangers”) AND TOP THREE?! I’m—like this is a huge compliment because I KNOW you read a lot. I’ve seen your blog around 👀 (not to be creepy I just have a good memory 😅) so to know that I am in YOUR top three?! Oof. THANK YOU FOR THIS FEEDBACK YOU BEAUTIFUL SOUL!

It’s a gift. TRULY.

Here’s hoping I can still write a banger when the Naked Soulmates stories come out! 🫣

[03jyh23]

༘⋆mon's 500 followers special.ᐟ.ᐟ 500-word prompt roulette⟢

☕️┆more than just coffee

kim hongjoong x gn! reader

│synopsis: the one where hongjoong finally makes a move

│genre: fluff

│trigger warnings: none

│roulette prompt 4 + hongjoong

You were sprawled across the sofa in Hongjoong's studio. Being his best friend meant regular visits to his studio were mandatory - especially when armed with his favorite iced coffee. Though if anyone asked you, the coffee was just a bonus - you were the real gift, a fact you never failed to remind him whenever he pretended to be annoyed by your surprise appearances.

"...and the deadline is in two days! TWO DAYS! How am I supposed to finish this track when the company keeps changing their mind about the direction?" Hongjoong ran his fingers through his blue hair, sprawling on his chair.

You watched him with a small smile playing on your lips, finding his passionate rant endearing. His dedication to his work was one of the things you admired most about him.

Mid-rant, he caught your expression and stopped abruptly. "What?" he asks as your smile only widens, making him suddenly self-conscious. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

You smile. "You're just really cute when you talk."

Hongjoong's face flushes a deep red, and he quickly spins his chair back to face his computer screen. "I-I'm not cute," he mutters, but you can see the tips of his ears turning pink. "And stop distracting me, I need to work."

You got up from the sofa. "Alright, if you really want me to go..." you tease as you take your bag.

Hongjoong's head snaps up immediately, his eyes widening. "Wait, no - I didn't mean..." He trails off, looking torn between his work and not wanting you to leave. "Just... stay a bit longer? Please?"

"Only if you'll agree that you are cute," you say as you come close to him, ruffling his blue fringe. It always surprised you how he maintained his hair so soft while bleaching it at least twice a month. He takes your wrist, his eyes searching yours. "I don't want you thinking I'm cute," he almost whispers, tone suddenly serious as the atmosphere changes. "Y/N... do you really see me only as your cute friend?"

Your heart skips a beat at his question, at the intensity in his gaze as he still holds your wrist. The playful atmosphere from moments ago has shifted into something charged with unspoken feelings. You open your mouth to answer, but the words catch in your throat.

"What do you mean?" you ask softly, though your racing heart tells you that you know exactly what he means.

Hongjoong's grip on your wrist loosens, but he doesn't let go. His thumb traces small circles on your skin, "I mean... when you look at me, when you come here with coffee and make me laugh even on my worst days, when you stay despite my workaholic tendencies... what do you feel?"

You let out an awkward laugh, the sound coming out more like a puff of air than anything else. Your heart is thundering in your chest.

"I..." you start, trying to find the right words while fighting the urge to deflect with humor like you usually do. Your palms are sweaty, and you're terrified of ruining years of friendship with what you might say next. "I come here because..." you pause, swallowing hard. "Because I like being around you, you’re my best friend..." The last part comes out barely above a whisper, and you can't quite meet his eyes.

Hongjoong's hands tighten slightly around your wrist, and you can feel him tense at your words. "Best friend," he repeats, his voice carrying a hint of frustration. "Fuck it," he mutters, rising from his chair abruptly. Your breath catches in your throat as he pulls you closer, leaving barely any space between you. His eyes flicker to your lips before meeting your gaze again. "Maybe this will change your mind," he whispers, and before you can process what's happening, he closes the remaining distance.

His lips meet yours in a gentle kiss, soft and hesitant at first, as if he's giving you a chance to pull away. But when you respond by sliding your hands up to his shoulders, he deepens the kiss, one hand moving to cup your face while the other wraps around your waist.

You pull back, your heart racing as you try to catch your breath. "Well," you say with a nervous laugh, "I don't remember this being in the friendship contract. Did we miss a clause somewhere?"

Hongjoong rolls his eyes, giving you a light push. "Really? That's what you're going with right now?" He drops back into his chair, crossing his arms with an exaggerated pout. "Here I am, pouring my heart out, and you make dad jokes."

"It's part of my charm," you say, but your voice wavers slightly, still affected by the kiss.

"You're impossible," he mutters, but you can see the corners of his mouth twitching, fighting a smile.

"I like you too," you blurt out suddenly, making Hongjoong freeze. "And not just as a friend. I... I've liked you for a while now."

His eyes light up, a genuine smile breaking across his face. "Yeah?" he asks softly, reaching for your hand.

"Yeah," you confirm, intertwining your fingers with his. "Though I have to warn you, the coffee deliveries might get more expensive now that we're dating."

Hongjoong's eyebrows shoot up, and he gives you an incredulous look. "Oh, so we're dating now? Just like that?" He leans back in his chair with an amused smirk. "I don't remember being asked on a proper date yet. The audacity!"

You laugh, squeezing his hand. "Are you saying you want me to woo you, Kim Hongjoong?"

"I'm just saying," he says with an exaggerated sniff, "that a person of my caliber deserves at least a proper dinner invitation before being claimed as someone's boyfriend."

"Fine," you say, rolling your eyes fondly. "Kim Hongjoong, would you like to go on a date with me? Maybe somewhere that serves better coffee than what I bring you?"

His face breaks into that bright smile you love so much. "Now was that so hard?" he teases, pulling you closer. "And for the record, no coffee tastes better than the ones you bring me."

You pull him into another kiss, softer this time, filled with all the unspoken feelings you've held back for so long. When you finally break apart, you rest your forehead against his, both of you wearing matching grins. "So, about that date..." you start, but Hongjoong's already reaching for his coat.

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[jayparked]

lord have mercy, 6 and 43 with jay please

warnings: HUSBAND JAAAAYYYY, dirty talk

wc: 433

one of your absolutely favorite things is when your husband is in a desperate, needy, and possessive mood, much like how he is tonight. he's spent the entire night obsessing over your body, kissing every inch that he can get his mouth on. beautiful, sweet, and loving praises are murmured against your skin as jay rhythmically rocks his hips back and forth, your pussy clenching enticingly against his cock. so tightly in fact that he swears he's not getting oxygen to his head anymore.

"god i feel so dizzy off you," he groans, eyes fluttering upward. jay groans and nuzzles his face into your neck, arms wrapping around you tightly as he continues to pound you relentlessly into the mattress. "you're mine. mine forever." his breath brushes against your ear as the words leave his lips and it's a miracle you can even understand anything he's saying with the way it feels like your soul is ascending from your body.

"mmm, all yours, jay. only yours." your fingers take solace in his hair, gripping slightly as you moan out his name again and again and again.

"fuck...oh my god," he groans and sits up, letting your hands trail down his muscular chest. he's sitting on his knees now, pulling you up until you're in his lap. wrapping your arms around his neck, you place a playful kiss on his nose. jay smiles at you fondly, hands gently caressing the skin of your hips, taking just a small moment to admire you.

it looks like he's about to say something sweet to you, most likely an 'i love you' or a 'you look so gorgeous like this'. things you never grow tired of hearing.

instead, jay lets out a low groan and says, "gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name."

using his upper body strength, he lifts your hips up and pushes his cock back inside you, bouncing you repeatedly over his member. his grip is so strong on you that all you can do is hold onto him tightly and take the relentless pounding.

you suppress the array of curse words bubbling up on your lips and instead just keep murmuring, moaning, screaming out his name over and over again, encouraging him to keep his rhythm and pace until you're both coming undone together.

both of your hands frantically clinging to one another because somehow being this close isn't close enough and no amount of kisses and orgasms could truly convey just how much he loves and adores you. but it's not going to stop him from trying.

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[marie098887]

Early airport morings. ✈️

Going to the airport with your boyfriend.

Part 1: Isagi, Chigiri, Rin, Bachira, Kunigami, Reo, Nagi

📝 Requests: OPEN

After months of talking about it, canceling plans, and pretending you’d “definitely do it next break,” you and your boyfriend finally found the time. No matches. No press. No chaos. Just a trip, something small, something together. It’s early in the morning. The sky’s still dark. You’re both running on no sleep, dragging your bags and trying to act like this isn’t the most exciting thing you’ve done in weeks. Sleepy faces, overpriced airport food, and that quiet buzz of we’re actually doing this. The trip hasn’t even started yet, but it already feels like a good memory.

💙 Isagi Yoichi

Isagi shows up exactly when he said he would.

4:57 a.m. on the dot. Hoodie on. Backpack slung over one shoulder. Hair messy in a way that somehow still looks good.

He doesn’t knock, just sends a soft little “I’m outside”

You’re barely awake when you slide into the car, still zipping your bag and rubbing sleep out of your eyes. He just laughs under his breath and takes your bag without saying anything.

The drive to the airport is quiet. Music low. His playlist, soft and slow. Your hand resting next to his on the seat, almost touching.

He points out how empty the roads are. You mumble something back. You’re both too tired to talk much, but you don’t need to. It’s not awkward. Just warm. Familiar.

When you get there, he grabs both bags like it’s nothing.

“Terminal B,” he says, already scanning the signs like he’s been here a hundred times.

You two checked in your bags and headed down to security. He bumps your arm gently with his and holds out a coffee he grabbed without asking. It’s exactly how you take it.

At the gate, you both sit down. He leans his head back against the wall, eyes half-shut.

You look over at him. Sleepy, quiet, content.

He catches you staring.

“What?” he mumbles.

“Nothing,” you say. “Just… happy.”

He smiles, reaching forward and gently taking your hand, that soft, crooked smile he doesn’t do for cameras

“Yeah,” he says, eyes closing again. “Me too.”

Then he pushes himself up with a soft groan, glancing at the screen.

“C’mon,” he murmurs, grabbing both your bags. “They’re boarding.”

You both get in line. Still quiet. Still close.

And even with your eyes half-shut and your body running on no sleep, you can’t stop smiling.

Yeah. This already feels like a good memory.

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🌺 Chigiri Hyoma

He’s waiting outside your place when you come down.

Leaning against the car. Headphones around his neck. Hoodie layered under a long coat. Hair pulled back in a loose tie. And somehow, even at 5 a.m., he looks like he belongs on a magazine cover.

You blink at him through the morning haze.

“You’re really not tired?” you ask, dragging your suitcase behind you.

He shrugs, takes your bag without a word.

“I’m used to early mornings,” he says, voice soft. “And I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

you know that excitement where you can't sleep? Yeah, he won't admit it but that's what it was.

The car ride is quiet. He scrolls through his phone with one hand, the other resting between you. You don’t say much. Neither does he. But every few minutes, he glances your way like he’s making sure you’re still real.

At the airport, he moves like he knows what he’s doing, checking the gate, guiding you through security, keeping close but not hovering.

You catch your reflection in a glass wall and laugh.

“What?” he asks.

“I look like I just rolled out of bed.”

“You did,” he says, smiling a little. “Still cute, though.”

That shuts you up real fast.

He finds your gate and sits next to you, legs stretched out, coat bundled under his arm like a pillow.

You both sip on drinks you didn’t need and snacks you overpaid for, watching people walk past.

“This is nice,” you say.

He hums in agreement, closing his eyes.

“Yeah,” he whispers. “And it’s only just starting.”

A few minutes later, he stands, brushing his hair back from his face.

“They’re calling our group.”

You get in line together, shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand.

And even through the exhaustion, it’s easy to feel wide awake.

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🐠 Rin Itoshi

He shows up early. Of course he does.

Doesn’t text. Just rings the doorbell once and waits by the car, hands in his coat pockets, expression unreadable under his bangs.

You open the door with a yawn and messy hair. He looks at you for half a second, then says, “You’re late.”

You’re not. He’s just early. You don’t argue, you know how he is.

You get in the car and he pulls off without a word. The silence is easy. Comfortable. Just the hum of the engine and the occasional glance he throws your way when he thinks you’re not looking.

He keeps checking the time, even though you’re not running behind.

At the airport, he handles everything without asking. Checks your flight. Carries your bag. Pulls you gently out of the way when someone rushes past in the terminal.

You don’t say anything. Neither does he.

But when he comes back from the café and hands you a drink — exactly how you like it, with your favorite snack, you look at him.

“Thanks.”

He shrugs like it’s nothing. “Figured you didn’t eat.”

You sit by the gate. He leans his head back and closes his eyes, jaw clenched, arms folded.

You’re about to say something, tease him, maybe, but he speaks first.

“This is good,” he mumbles. Eyes still closed.

You blink. “What is?”

“This,” he says, quieter this time. “Us. Going somewhere. Together.”

Your chest goes warm.

“They’re boarding now,” he adds, already standing. Already reaching for your carry on bag.

You both get in line. Shoulder to shoulder. Quiet.

And it hits you.

For someone who never shows much, he’s making this feel like everything.

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🐝 Bachira Meguru

You’re barely awake when you open the door. Hoodie on, bag half-zipped, one shoe untied.

And there he is, sleepy, grinning, at you like the sun’s already up.

“Goooood morning, sleepyhead!” he whispers like it’s a secret mission.

You squint at him. “Why are you so awake?”

“I didn’t sleep!” he chirps, dragging your suitcase toward the car. “Too excited!”

The ride to the airport is filled with soft music and random questions.

“What snack are you getting at the airport? What’s your plane movie? Can I sit by the window?”

You mumble your answers, not annoyed just tired, head leaning against the window, but every time you look over, he’s watching the road with a little smile on his face. Like this, just being here with you, is already the highlight of the trip.

At the terminal, he grabs your hand without thinking. Pulls you through the crowd like he knows exactly where to go.

You both end up at the wrong gate once. He laughs. You glare. He buys you a muffin to make up for it.

“I’m gonna draw our airport outfits later,” he says while you wait in line for boarding. “You looked cute with bed hair.”

You smack his arm. He giggles like it didn’t hurt at all.

When they call your group, he grabs his bag and nudges you gently.

“You ready?” he says, eyes bright, voice quiet now.

You nod. Still sleepy. Still smiling.

“Let’s go make memories.”

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🧡 Kunigami Rensuke

He’s texting you five minutes before your alarm goes off.

“i’m outside. no rush.”

You look out your window and see him leaning against the car, arms crossed, duffel slung over his shoulder like it weighs nothing. Still yawning, but standing tall.

You come out with your bag dragging and your hoodie halfway on.

“You didn’t have to come this early,” you mumble, rubbing your eyes.

“I wanted to,” he says, grabbing your bag before you can argue. “Did you sleep at all?”

“Barely.”

He smiles like he expected that.

The drive is peaceful. You’re dozing in the passenger seat. He’s got one hand on the wheel, the other holding his coffee. The playlist is soft. Old songs you both forgot were favorites.

At the airport, he’s the one checking the gate. The boarding time. Your IDs. Everything. He doesn’t ask, he just does.

You catch him watching you while you sip your drink at the gate. Just quietly. Like he can’t believe you’re actually here with him.

“What?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “Nothing. You just look... happy.”

“I am.”

He nods once, slow. “Me too.”

They call your group, and he stands, taking both bags like it’s nothing.

You follow him into line, shoulder brushing his.

And even though you’re half, asleep and running on fumes, it feels right.

Like this was long overdue.

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💜 Mikage Reo

Reo is annoyingly put together for 5 a.m.

Hair brushed. his outfit coordinated. Bag already in the trunk. He’s standing by the car with your favorite drink in hand and the calmest smile on his face like he didn’t just wake up at four in the morning.

“You’re late,” he teases, but he says it gently, the kind of voice that sounds like he’s been waiting on you forever and didn’t mind one bit.

You slide into the car, hoodie pulled up, eyes barely open. He hands you the drink without a word.

He drives with one hand, humming along to the playlist he made for the trip.

“You excited?” he asks, voice low.

You nod, and he smiles like that answer was enough.

At the airport, he moves with purpose. Checks in early. Has your boarding passes printed and digital. Holds your passport in one hand and your suitcase in the other. You’re just there to vibe.

You point it out while standing in line for security.

“You act like we do this every weekend.”

He shrugs. “We should.”

You laugh, leaning into his arm. “You love this.”

“I love you,” he says, casually, like it’s not a big deal.

You go quiet.

He glances over and smirks. “Don’t get shy on me now.”

At the gate, he pulls you close, lets you lean on him while you scroll through your phone. They call your group. He stands and grabs your bag without asking.

“Let’s go make some memories, yeah?”

And just like that, you’re boarding.

(Yes y'all got first class)

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🤍 Nagi Seishiro

He didn’t want to wake up.

You had to call him twice, and even then he answered like he was still dreaming. By the time he picks you up, his hoodie’s barely on straight, hair a mess, and eyes half closed.

But he’s here. And the moment he sees you, he smiles, lazy and soft, like this is the only reason he got out of bed.

You slide into the passenger seat, and he immediately leans over, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Five more minutes,” he mumbles. “Drive yourself.”

“You’re already parked, idiot.”

He grins without opening his eyes. “Exactly.”

The airport is a blur. You lead the way. He follows. Quiet, dragging his suitcase with one hand and holding your sleeve with the other like he’s afraid he’ll float away if he lets go.

You stop for food. He rests his head on your shoulder in line. Barely speaks. Just leans on you like he’s charging.

At the gate, you sit. He lays his head in your lap. Looks up at you with tired eyes and zero shame.

“You excited?” you ask.

He hums. “Tired.”

“You can sleep on the plane.”

“Gonna sleep now.”

And just like that, he knocks out. Soft breaths, one hand loosely gripping yours.

They call your group, and he groans when you shake him awake.

“Already?” he whispers, voice raspy.

“Already.”

He gets up slow. Grabs both your bags without a word.

You get in line together, still yawning, still close.

And even though he’s barely awake, he smiles at you again.

“Glad we’re doing this.”

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Well here is part 1! I am thinking about adding more to this like being on vacation with them. We will see how I feel after I finish part 2 and 3 hehe

[shanklin]

I just have to ask whether my guess is right: is it the OTP with tax agent?

Thank you for taking my bait asking!

You are absolutely correct! 

Stan/his IRS Agent

The most tragic or funny or tragically funny ship. My star crossed lovers!

The agent is the one person in Stan's life who never gave up on him. Who stood over Stan's grave and told him that it’s not over yet! They won't accept it.

Maybe it's because they have a job to finish OR MAYBE because they care. They care far more than they thought they would.

Just imagine Caryn crying over the son she's lost, while his twin is standing in the back seemingly emotionless. He told her that Stanley deserved to die for all the wrong he's done and it’s breaking her heart.

Her little free spirit all alone for ten long years and even in death no one but her cared enough to say goodbye.

And then the agent arrives and through her tears she thanks them for coming and asks if they were close to Stan.

After a long pause they reply.

“Yes, he was…very important to me.”

Caryn hugs them tightly.

“Thank you.” She says and sees something in the agent's expression. She takes their hands in hers and smiles through her tears.

“Thank you for loving him.”

Stan is watching the whole scene, arms crossed and frowning.

“Could you tell me about my boy? I haven’t seen him in so long.” She sobs. “And now I never will.”

The agent squeezes her hands and forces a smile.

“Of course.”

Caryn leaves to get her things and Stan confronts the agent.

“Why are you lying to my mother?”

“Who says I’m lying?” The agent replies, refusing to turn around and look at Stan.

“Because you’re just here to close your case. He was nothing but a worthless criminal undeserving of love.” Stan says coldly and gets swiftly knocked down by a punch to the face, his glasses falling off.

“You have no right! Not after you abandoned him. Yes, he was a criminal. He lied and stole and he cheated on his taxes. He was irritating, reckless and annoying, but more than any of that Stanley Pines was a good person. He deserved so much better.”

The agent moves to take another swing and Stan looks up at them.

The agent lowers their hard.

“Shit. Why do you have to look so much like him.” They walk away to find Caryn and leave Stan alone to lick his wounds, never looking back.

***

10 years later a certain IRS agent, who never got over…the one that got away, takes a look at Stanford Pines and starts crying.

The taxes are filed beautifully. Not an error in sight but something about them is highly suspicious, almost mockingly so.

The agent would recognise these tax filings anywhere.

He’s alive. Stanley Pines is alive.

Time to make an arrest.

[miffyvirtuales]

pairing: riki × female reader genre: fluff, carring husband warnings: prepare the tissues. It is very beautiful and warm⁚<. words count: 1026 words miffy's note: I worked pretty hard for this oneshot and I can say it's so pretty and it distracted me pretty much since I suffered from period cramps⁚(.

synopsis: Riki returns home to find his wife suffering from severe period cramps. Despite his busy day, Riki's immediate concern is her comfort and well-being. With tenderness and attentiveness, he offers her soothing tea, a hot water bottle, and his unwavering support. As they share a cozy evening filled with comforting gestures and quiet moments of intimacy, Riki's care and love help ease her pain, reminding her that she never has to face anything alone.

The soft hum of music drifted through the studio, mingling with the occasional rustle of leaves outside the window. It was mid-afternoon, and Riki had just finished his practice session. The sweat from his efforts glistened on his forehead, but a satisfied smile played on his lips as he stretched his sore muscles. He stepped out of the practice room, with his bag in a hand and his bottle of water in the other, he decided to make his way back home.   

the familiar scent of home greeting him, but something felt different. The usual vibrant energy of the apartment was subdued, replaced by an unusual silence.

Walking into the living room, Riki found his wife curled up on the couch, her face contorted with discomfort. The sight of her in pain made his heart clench. He quickly moved to her side, his hand gently brushing her hair away from her face, the strands slipping softly through his fingers.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.

She looked up at him, managing a weak smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "It's just... period cramps. They’re really bad today."

Riki’s heart ached seeing her in pain. Her normally bright eyes were clouded with discomfort, and her body was tense, curled into itself in an attempt to ease the pain. "Why didn't you call me? You shouldn't have to go through this alone."

She shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn’t want to bother you while you were practicing."

He sighed, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment as if willing his comfort to seep into her. "You're never a bother to me. Wait here, okay? I'll be right back."

Riki disappeared into the kitchen, his mind racing. He knew he needed to do everything he could to help ease her pain. He filled a kettle with water and set it to boil, then rummaged through the cabinets for the chamomile tea he knew she liked. The soft clinking of dishes filled the air as he prepared everything with care.

Returning a few minutes later, he carefully balanced a hot water bottle and a steaming cup of tea on a tray. He handed her the tea first, the steam curling up in gentle tendrils. She took it gratefully, her fingers wrapping around the warm mug.

"Here, this should help a bit," he said, carefully placing the hot water bottle on her lower abdomen. He watched her face as she felt the warmth spread, her muscles gradually beginning to relax. He then tucked the blanket around her more snugly, ensuring she was comfortable.

"Thank you, love." she murmured, taking a sip of the tea. The warmth began to ease some of her discomfort, and she felt a wave of gratitude wash over her. He sat beside her on the couch, his arm wrapping around her shoulders in a protective embrace.

"How about we watch a movie? Something light and funny to distract you?" he suggested, his voice soft and soothing.

She nodded, leaning into his embrace, her head resting against his shoulder. "That sounds perfect."

Riki reached for the remote, scrolling through the options until he found a romantic comedy they both enjoyed. As the movie played, he kept a close eye on her, making sure she was comfortable. Every now and then, he would glance down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and love.

"Feeling any better?" he whispered during a particularly funny scene, hoping the laughter was helping to ease her pain.

She looked up at him, her eyes a little brighter. "A bit, thanks to you."

Throughout the movie, Riki occasionally refilled her tea and offered her some snacks, his every action filled with care and attention. He rubbed her back gently, his fingers tracing soothing patterns that helped distract her from the cramps. When the movie ended, she looked up at him, her pain significantly lessened.

"I don’t know what I’d do without you." she said, her voice filled with affection and gratitude.

Riki smiled, his eyes softening as he looked at her. "You’ll never have to find out because I’m always going to be here for you. No matter what."

He kissed her gently, his lips lingering on hers as if trying to convey all the love and care he felt. She melted into the kiss, feeling the warmth and security his presence brought. And as they sat there, wrapped in each other’s arms, she knew that with Riki by her side, she could get through anything.

The evening continued with quiet moments of shared intimacy. They sat in comfortable silence, her head resting on his chest as he stroked her hair. The pain had dulled to a manageable throb, thanks in large part to his tender care. The city outside their window began to glow with the setting sun, casting a warm, golden light into the room.

"How about some dinner?" Riki suggested after a while. "I could make your favorite soup."

She smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with appreciation. "That sounds wonderful."

Riki moved to the kitchen, the clattering of pots and the soft hiss of the stove filling the apartment. He worked quickly, chopping vegetables and stirring the pot with practiced ease. The aroma of the simmering soup soon wafted through the air, a comforting scent that promised warmth and nourishment.

When the soup was ready, he ladled it into bowls and brought it to the living room. They ate together, the simple act of sharing a meal bringing a sense of normalcy and comfort. The soup was delicious, each spoonful a reminder of his love and care.

As the night deepened, Riki helped her to bed, ensuring she had everything she needed before lying down beside her. He held her close, his arms wrapped around her protectively.

"Thank you, Riki." she whispered into the darkness, her voice filled with emotion. "For everything."

"Anything for you." he replied softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Always."

He kissed her gently, his love and care evident in every touch. And as they sat there, wrapped in each other’s arms, she knew that with Riki by her side, she could get through anything.

— I hope you enjoyed.

[lee-aveyourmark]

∘.∙°. masterlist

Just thinking about gamer!Wonwoo who is absolutely whipped for you. I'm talking about him:

always playing games that you choose (even if you decide without reasoning)

naming his accounts or avatars after something that is associated with you (e.g., your favourite animal, colour, season, number)

carefully reading through the stream's chat to catch your comments

never failing to smile at your cute words

not doing a great job at being discreet sometimes by consecutively reading your comments out loud (forcing you to change your handle)

laughing extra loud if you're situated in a nearby room so that he can grab your attention

also not being discreet by constantly flitting his gaze to yours when you're seated behind the camera

itching to see how you would play in the same game, immediately inviting you to join him once the camera is turned off

rizzing himself up by placing a hand over yours to teach you certain mouse movements (even when he could teach you without touching your hand)

adoring the way that your hand disappears under his

adoring the way that his headset looks on you

wanting you to sit on his lap s o b a d, but is never direct with communicating such desire

instead, reasoning how you're probably not that comfortable stretching out from your chair to reach the keyboard and mouse, also that he can't be bothered getting up to give you his seat

scrunching his nose in utter delight after you turn around to give him a peck on it

resting his hands on your waist ever so gingerly when he's not helping you out with the controls

attempting to defend your not-so-amazing gameplay as best as possible without getting the living daylights teased out of him by other members playing with you two

blushing hard when you're sending hearts into the chat while other members are gagging through their mics

[mazeinthemiroh]

soft hours open!!!

feel free to send in your soft thoughts!!

[front-facing-pokemon]

[03jyh23]

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🏠┆home in your arms

song mingi x gn! reader

│synopsis: the one where mingi missed you

│genre: fluff

│trigger warnings: none!

│roulette prompt 6 + mingi + galactic

You put the key into the lock, making sure you're quiet enough not to wake Mingi up—your flight was delayed and you landed in the middle of the night. You were about to turn the key when the door suddenly opened. Mingi stood there, his hair disheveled. You smiled at him and wanted to say hi, but before you could open your mouth, Mingi pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you. He breathes in your scent, and you can't help but smile against his chest.

"I missed you," he whispers, arms tightening around you. "Don't go away for that long again."

You laugh. "Baby, it was only three days," you say as you gently pull away to peck his lips, but he only pulls you back in, burying his face in your neck.

"Three days too long," he mumbles against your skin, and you can't help but melt into his warmth.

He hums contentedly, swaying you both gently from side to side in the doorway. The cool night air wraps around you both, but you can barely feel it with how warm he keeps you. His fingers trace patterns on your back, and you can tell he won’t let go even for a moment.

"Will you at least let me close the door?" you ask yet your arms tighten around his waist.

Mingi chuckles, "Fine, but only if you promise not to leave my arms for the rest of the night." You smile and nod against him, letting him shuffle backward just enough for you to kick the door closed behind you.

You lock eyes as you stand on your tiptoes to peck his lips. He smiles into it and pulls you closer to kiss you, slowly, lovingly.

"I missed you too, love," you say, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. His eyes are filled with so much love and adoration that it makes your heart skip a beat.

Mingi pulls back slightly, a pout forming on his lips. "You better have missed me just as much," he teases, his eyes twinkling. "I might be devastated if you tell me you didn't think about me every single second you were away."

You giggle, reaching up to cup his cheek. "Every single second? Even when I was sleeping?"

"Especially when you were sleeping," he says with mock seriousness. "I expect detailed reports of all your dreams about me."

You laugh, playing along. "Well, there was this one dream where you were a galactic cowboy, riding through the stars on a glowing space horse..."

Mingi's eyes light up with amusement. "A galactic cowboy? Do tell more."

You can't help but giggle at his eager expression. "You were wearing this ridiculous sparkly spacesuit with cowboy boots and a hat that had little twinkling stars all over it."

He bursts into laughter, the sound warm and rich. "Sounds like quite the fashion statement. Maybe I should try that look sometime."

"Please don't," you say through your giggles, burying your face in his chest. He kisses the top of your head, and you both stay like that for a while.

"Come on," he whispers, tugging you gently toward the bedroom. "Let's get you to bed. You must be exhausted from your flight." You nod sleepily, finally feeling the tiredness settling in now that you're home. As you both curl up under the covers, his arms still wrapped protectively around you, you know that no matter where you go, coming back to him will always feel like coming home.

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[dairyminki]

imagine! it's 'bring your boyfriend to work' day, but you work from home.

you've got your set-up ready — which includes your laptop, your noise-canceling headphones, and some cute stuff that will help your student participate more in class.

a few minutes before you're literally about to teach, boyfriend!mingi enters the living room where you're currently at. he's looking rather sleepy and then he's complaining about how it's way too early yet, you're already out of bed and that supposed to be he shouldn't be awake but he has to, because it's bring your boyfriend to work day, which happened to be his brilliant idea in the first place.

but right now? all that's leaving his mouth are complaints about how you just left him in bed, all alone, and how he's already missing your warmth.

you were planning to ignore him and his whining self, only to end up whining yourself when he plops on your lap without any other word as if he wasn't crushing you.

mingi then turns to you, blinking a few times before his gaze shifts upward and lands on the minnie mouse headband you're wearing. he'll have his silly smile on, his eyes turning into slits. and then, he'll playfully poke your cheek, giggling as he does so.

"you look silly right now, but you're cute. soooo cute," he says.

and then the next thing you know, he's already passed out with most of his body laying on your lap.

great, not only do you have a child waiting for you to start teaching them in front of your screen, but also a big baby, who's already probably drooling on you, to take care of.

—☆

a/n: it's like 1 AM here rn and i wasn't even planning on writing but here we are. i'm in my 'mingi is my babie' phase ahhhh he's just so cute :((♡

[screechingfromthevoid]

I think the kids are waiting at the sun tree. They've never really done that before. Sleeping by the sun tree. But as they watched their parents and their friends disappear, with fear in their eyes, it was a day full of firsts.

Wolfe ends up running off in a sort of fit. Leona runs after him. They both feel more at home in the woods. They probably went there to calm down. Vesper, as the oldest, decided she needed to get some things in order. Just in case.

And Gwen was going to leave, sneak into her father's office, past all his traps and rigging, until she notices Vax just standing there. Staring at the seams in the bark that aren't really there. She watched him collapse, sitting crisscross on the roots.

So she stayed. She sat next to her big brother, close and leaning on him. Though, she wasn't there looking for support. She had watched his cocky, teenage attitude melt away into a panic. Vax'ildan was panicking.

"They'll be okay," she told him. "They're the heros of the realm. They'll save uncle Vax and the world and come home." She sounded so sure. He had to believe she was right.

They stay there though. For hours. It might have been the most time the pair ever spent with each other. The sun starts wane and their home turns golden and their parents aren't back yet.

Leona and Wolfe come back, their faces red and a little dirty. They hadn't even taken their leathers off. Like they were going home when they saw their siblings still waiting. They flank their siblings, Leona wrapping an arm around Vax's shoulder and Wolfe taking Gwen's hand. Also contented to wait.

The sky is purple by the time Vesper came with blankets, pillows, and large boxes from The Slayer's Cakes. She had all of her siblings favorites picked out. Trinket 's bear claws for Leona. Sun treats for Gwendolyn. Trayon's Blondies for Vax. Keyleth 's almond bark for Wolfe. And her own personal favorite Everlight-as-Air Scones. She brought enough to count as dinner. She wasn't their head of household. She was their big sister. She didn't need to make sure they ate well or went to bed on time. That wasn't her job. Not yet.

The stars were out that night for them, granting them the family time that they desperately needed. They laughed and stole each other's pastries. They danced around any subject related to parents or their aunts and uncles away. Hunting and tinkering and spying were all fair game. The twins fought, Vax'ildan rolled his eyes and they got him to smile. Gwen listened carefully. Vesper counted the hours since their parents left.

She thought the sun might rise and they'd never see them again. She thought they would have to gather their things in the morning sun and start their new lives emerging from the roots on the sun trees. She thought-

The bark of the sun tree cracked and groaned as it split. All of the De Rolo children held their breaths. Aunt Pike, Uncle Scanlan (in centaur form?), the ashari man, Uncle Grog, a very beautiful and very scary elf woman.

Then father. Then mother hanging on the arm of a strange man they recognized immediately.

[marie098887]

Early airport morings. ✈️

Going to the airport with your boyfriend.

Part 2: Barou, Yukimiya, Aiku, Gagamaru, Otoya, and Karasu

📝 Requests: OPEN

After months of talking about it, canceling plans, and pretending you’d “definitely do it next break,” you and your boyfriend finally found the time. No matches. No press. No chaos. Just a trip, something small, something together. It’s early in the morning. The sky’s still dark. You’re both running on no sleep, dragging your bags and trying to act like this isn’t the most exciting thing you’ve done in weeks. Sleepy faces, overpriced airport food, and that quiet buzz of we’re actually doing this. The trip hasn’t even started yet, but it already feels like a good memory.

👑 Barou Shoei

Barou doesn’t travel light.

He shows up before the sun, hoodie up, dragging a suitcase big enough to fit you inside and a duffel that’s definitely all protein bars. He barely says anything when you come out, just nods, grabs your bag like it’s nothing, and mumbles, “Let’s go.”

The car ride is quiet. Not awkward, just Barou being Barou. One hand on the wheel, eyes on the road, lips pressed into a straight line. You ask if he’s excited. He grunts.

At the airport, he moves fast. Knows exactly where to go. Refuses to ask for help.

Refuses to let you carry anything either.

You catch him checking the flight info three times like it might suddenly change. You say, “We’re early,” and he says, “Good.”

He buys you a bottle of water and acts like it’s not a big deal. You smile anyway.

You find your gate, and he finally sits down, arms crossed, legs wide, looking like he’s guarding something. You lean against him. He doesn’t move for a second, then relaxes.

“I hate airports,” he mutters.

You laugh. “You say that like we’re not doing this together.”

He doesn’t answer, but his hand brushes yours and stays there.

They call your group. He stands first. Grabs your stuff without looking at you, setting a hand on your shoulder.

You walk beside him, still yawning, still quiet. And for once, he doesn’t mind the silence.

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🍊 Yukimiya Kenya

Yukimiya arrives right on time. Not a second late. Not a hair out of place.

He’s wearing a monochrome outfit, rolling matching luggage, those same glasses, holding your favorite drink, because he knew you’d forget to grab one in the terminal.

You look at him, still half, asleep, sweatshirt baggy, socks mismatched.

“You look like a catalog ad,” you mumble.

He smiles, soft. “And you look like someone I’m very happy to be traveling with.”

The car ride is peaceful. Calm music. His hand resting on your knee at red lights. You fall asleep with your head tilted toward the window, and when you open your eyes again, you’re already pulling into the terminal.

At the airport, he handles everything, check in, boarding passes, bag drop. You don’t have to lift a finger. He walks at your pace. Keeps you close without hovering.

He’s quiet in the crowd. Focused. But every now and then, he looks over at you like he’s making sure you’re still here.

At the gate, you sip coffee together and scroll on your phones. He leans into you. Subtle. Gentle.

“I’m glad we did this,” he says, barely above a whisper.

You smile into your cup. “Me too.”

They start boarding. He stands up, smooth and effortless, then offers you his hand.

“Come on,” he says. “We’ve got places to be.”

And just like that, you’re off.

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💚 Aiku Oliver

He pulls up, not blasting music but definitely loud enough for you to hear from outside the car.

He leans over the center console when you open the car door and grins.

“Look who decided to show up. You sleep in those sweats for three nights or just two?”

You don’t even bother responding. You just throw your bag in the back and climb in.

He hums like he’s proud of himself for getting under your skin this early.

But he brought snacks. And gum. And your favorite hoodie just in case you forgot yours.

At the airport, he’s loud, not too loud but loud.

Commenting on people’s outfits. Talking through TSA. Throwing a wink at the barista while ordering two drinks and sliding the better one to you without looking.

“Babe,” he says, handing you your coffee. “If we miss this flight, it’s 'cause you stopped to yawn every five minutes.”

You end up sitting at the gate, your legs stretched across his lap while he scrolls and makes dumb comments under his breath about the other passengers.

Then, out of nowhere, he taps your knee.

“Thanks for coming with me.”

You look up. He’s serious for once.

“No one else I’d wanna do this with.”

And just like that, they call your group.

He stands, reaches for your bag, and then, gently grabs your head and pulls you forward, kissing your forehead before standing up.

"Alright, let's get going."

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🐼 Gagamaru Gin

He doesn’t say much when he picks you up.

Just reaches out, takes your bag like it’s nothing, and mumbles, “Morning.”

His hoodie’s oversized. Hair messy. Sleep still clinging to his eyes. You’re not sure if he even slept, but he showed up exactly on time, keys in hand, like this trip was the only thing on his calendar.

The ride is peaceful. Barely any music. No small talk. Just the hum of the road and the occasional glance from him to make sure you’re not too cold.

At the airport, he stays close. Navigates like he’s done this a hundred times, even though he’s clearly just guessing and hoping for the best.

You keep asking, “Are we going the right way?”

He just nods. Calm. Unbothered.

At the gate, he buys you both a bottle of water and a granola bar. No drama. No jokes. Just hands it over like it’s second nature.

You lean on his shoulder while you wait. He doesn’t move, just lets you rest there, completely still.

“Thanks for coming with me,” you say quietly.

He shrugs. “I wanted to.”

When they call your group, he stands, stretches once, then looks at you.

“You good?”

You nod. He grabs your bag again, like always, and follows you toward the gate without a word.

Still quiet. Still steady.

But if you looked close, you'd see him smiling.

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🤍 Otoya Eita

He sends a text at 4:45 a.m. sharp: “You better not be wearing something ugly to the airport."

You roll your eyes and walk outside in the hoodie you slept in.

He whistles when he sees you. “Wow. Hot.”

“Shut up.”

“You shut up. You’re the one making this ride dangerous for me.”

He opens the trunk for your bag and starts rambling about how he barely packed and “just threw stuff in,” but his suitcase is definitely the size of a small couch. His hoodie’s hanging off one shoulder, and he keeps fixing his hair in the rearview like you’re not watching.

In the terminal, he somehow knows exactly where everything is.

Passport ready. Boarding pass pulled up. You barely have time to think, he’s already dragging you toward the gate.

You stop for food. He insists on splitting everything. “Airport calories don’t count if we share them.”

He makes fun of your order. You make fun of his hair. He tells you it’s hot when you’re mean to him.

When you sit at the gate, he stretches out across two chairs and pulls you closer with zero shame.

“Can’t believe we’re doing this,” he says, voice softer now.

“You’re not gonna complain the whole trip, are you?”

He shrugs. “Not if I get to wake up next to you somewhere new.”

...You hate how smooth he is when he’s tired.

They call your group. He stands and offers you his hand, but only after grabbing your bag like he owns it.

“Let’s go, airport cutie.”

You roll your eyes again, but you’re smiling.

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💜 Karasu Tabito

He shows up late. Of course.

You open the door and he’s already sipping coffee, hoodie thrown over his head, suitcase in one hand and zero apology in his expression.

“You’re lucky I even made it,” he says, completely serious.

“You’re lucky I’m still coming.”

He grins. “That’s fair.”

The car ride is mostly him making sarcastic commentary about everything he sees outside, interrupted by long stretches of silence where he zones out mid-sentence.

You ask, “Did you sleep?”

He says, “Define sleep.”

At the airport, he complains about the line, the lighting, the coffee prices, and the suitcase wheels that “don’t roll right,” but he still takes your bag without saying anything.

He points out weird outfits, makes dumb jokes while you wait in line, and throws a granola bar into your lap like he’s doing you a favor.

“You’ll thank me when we’re 30,000 feet in the air and hangry.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re so annoying.”

“Yeah, but you know you want me."

At the gate, he leans back in his chair with his arms crossed, eyes half shut. You think he’s asleep until he says, low and casual:

“This is cool.”

You glance over. “What is?”

“This,” he mutters, not looking at you. “Us. Doing stuff like this.”

You don’t say anything. Just smile and lean into him a little.

He doesn’t move, but he doesn’t pull away either.

When they call your group, he groans like he’s in pain, then stands and stretches dramatically.

“Let’s get this over with,” he says.

But he grabs your bag again. Keeps you close in the line. Doesn’t stop talking the whole way down the jet bridge.

And yeah. He’s glad you’re here.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Phew part 2 is done! Part 3 is coming soon! Thank you all for the love and support. Y'all make this so worth it.

[catiuskaa]

G’day fellas, it’s Kats! —the Masterlist.

requests are answered and appreciated!

random prompt list (mainly for requests but feel free to use it and tag me on your own works!)

[🔸☆ ☕️ ☆ 🔸]

ot8 series // poly!skz

—[series] the perfume saga. (smut)

non-connected one-shots inspired by some of the frangances/colognes of the brands the kids have collaborated (or just been related) with.

—[series] summertime’s special!

a summer-inspired collab with my pookie @dalamjisung! non-conected one-shots [in between each of ‘em]. lots of fluff and sunshine included!

—[one-shot] white-collared thieves (smut)

gentlemen like them make for a better boyfriend, and minho and han will let you know as soon as you come over… they know first times pave the way for more. [minsung x reader]

—[one-shot] reggaeton & champagne (nsfw)

you knew better than to go down to the club alone, and that guy should’ve known better than to mess with minho and chan’s property. [minho x chan x reader]

—[drabble] seungmo, mimo, siesta. (fluff)

mimo (span.) attitude or state of a person who wants to be pampered and cuddled. [2min x reader]

—[drabble] feat. mrs. lee bahng (smut)

why have a plot when your two gorgeous boys are finally having a short break before the comeback? y’all already know what to do. [minchan x reader]

—[one-shot] i’m trying, but they’re hot! —lifeguards!skz

minho and felix agree to go with you to your usual fitness center, which recently opened a swimming pool facility! (and they've hired a certain group of lifeguards... oh wow...)

—[series] bf!thoughts (fluff):

chan: music to my ears.

being chan’s partner makes music sound so much better, but not coming close to the sound of his laughs. ♡

minho: sway with me.

as minho’s partner, you know he loves dancing, and he loves dancing with you. He won’t say it often, but you both know he loves you even more. ♡

changbin: my favourite.

changbin won’t hesitate to pamper his partner with reasurance and love, because, above it all, his favourite thing will always be you. ♡

hyunjin: out of the blue.

poor hyunjin is so frustrated with artblock. nothing comes out like he sees it! little does he know, his cute muses are right in front of him. ♡

jisung: ticklish, cold water nights.

hannie can be a bit of a meanie if it’s late enough, but he loves you so much, he has to make sure you drink enough water too. ♡

felix: rice pudding!

felix wants to cook on live. who if not you to help? it’s mainly so he doesn’t burn anything—like himself—, but it still makes him feel warm and fluffy inside. ♡

seungmin: clingy denials.

seungmin claims he isn’t clingy. recent events while shopping prove to be a little bit… trickier… for him. not his fault though. You are the one who looks too good! ♡

jeongin: bread bites.

innie isn’t much of a skinship person, but it’s because of you that he has found out a new way of showing how much he loves you. ♡

chan

My Atlantis [We fall] (angst) [good ending!]

you’ve hurt yourself due to his career as an idol, because the media won’t let you be. Still, despite his tries to ‘protect you’, you both have spent the worst month in a long while and neither of you want to continue knowing that you could have tried again.

Level up: Fencing for Dummies. (fluff)

soulmates don’t exist, but why are all these corny memories suddenly in your head, and why is your rival the main character?

you asked me to stay. [Not yet]. (fluff, nsfw)

even if idols 'don’t date fans', there are no rules against a little bit of teasing, and so it happens that Mr Bang Chan here really likes your kind of thinking.

audio creak file.mp3 [1:07] (nsfw)

Chan struggles to make music, and you, his friend and roommate, try to help him when you can. Say, Chan also struggles to keep his cool whenever you’re near… what will you do to help him feel better?

minho

pink in the night. (angst)

he knows it means leaving you at night with your hoodie on, but minho has to say goodbye one last time, even if nothing is fair.

game on, game boy. (fluff)

dating someone from the opposing team is banned? So what? Minho isn’t dating that cute girl with the purple headset, they clearly hate each other! …wait, what? You never said it was her? O-oh… um, well…

had to make sure you'd catch it. (fluff)

no one expected jeongin to be the first to marry in the group, but furthermore, no one expected minho to be the one to ask you first, and certainly not like that.

miss me, miss me, now you gotta… (fluff)

minho wasn’t grumpy, nor he was jealous. but he hasn’t been the same ever since he fell in love with you.

need you to [Lee] Know (fluff)

minho loves you: to him, it’s as clear as water. Its only after he finds out that you’re starting to doubt it—he needs you to know just how much.

I.O.U. [pinky promise] (fluff)

minho’s fear of heights is not alone, because airplanes are also in the equation. but rest assured, lovely strangers like yourself are there to help him.

shirts, hoodies and pyjamas (fluff)

every member knows that Minho’s attitude towards you is kinda mean. Will an impulsive idea change your situation?

shoot on sight [straight through my heart] (smut)

a laser tag encounter will end any truce you could’ve started with minho. And of course, after that kiss…

changbin

love bites burns (long fic)

as a firefighter, even if changbin was aware that fire leaves scars, what he didn’t know was that though the scars you left in his skin tore him open just a little, they would end up teaching him a lot about love.

under the weather (fluff)

is that a sneeze what he’s hearing? unnaceptable! changbin will take care of his sick little bunny... no chance of escaping.

my knight in comforting armour (fluff)

plane trips feel longer when you can’t use your phone. after a very chaotic encounter, it’s now obvious that playing on changbin’s phone is much more entertaining!

just hold on, darling (nsfw)

there’s a will and a way when waiting for him to log off work seems a lot… just hold on, darling.

this close to begging (smut)

an angsty tension formed out of pent-up feelings. a mix of alcohol, changbin and you might find just the way of solving it.

[these two can be read as a stand alone or together in the order written]

Yeah, Flowers Follow (fluff)

You’ve always been committed to your duty at your mom's flower shop since she got hurt carrying bags of dirt. It was just you and the flowers, until he barged in one day, slapped 20 bucks on the countertop and passive-aggressively asked: "How do I say fuck you in flower?"

Floral Troubles: Tales of Love (fluff)

It’s been hard dealing with your love life with how busy the flower shop has been since the wedding season started. It was just you, ribbons and greenery, until he hugged you from behind, left 20 bucks on the table and affectionately asked: “How do I say I love you in flower?”

hyunjin

charcoal, paint, post-its and tape. (comfort)

seeing your boyfriend’s messy art studio, you couldn’t help but want to try and surprise him with a painting of the most gorgeous piece of art you knew: him.

Untitled. // COMING SOON

an artist’s mind often wanders around and about. ever since Hyunjin and you collided, he's unable to come out the same.

i don’t like my mind. (angst)

there was nothing you could’ve said to him to keep hyunjin away from his thoughts. Not on the night of March 20, 2021.

[Don’t worry about Rome!] It won’t fall. (fluff) // COMING SOON

it was almost ridiculous to think you hadn’t realized it, but hey, no one expected Rome to fall.

The rain falls [the sky doesn’t] (fluff)

rain sucks. for you, to the very least, it’s a major problem. but your boyfriend knows something is wrong, and is determined to help you, because even if rain falls, the sky doesn’t.

drunk-dazed [i’m yours] (fluff)

Felix has tried to help you with your love life, but, as much as you appreciated the gesture, he kinda failed… all the time. Will the latest match with his new roommate break the streak?

horny kitchen [not hell's this time] (nsfw)

whenever you were home, he wasn’t. it wasn’t totally your fault if that had made you believe he was never home in the first place, but it sure had led into an interesting meeting.

jisung

the poem about home. (hurt/comfort)

redamancy: (n.) the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.

strawberry blond. (angst)

Jisung had been avoiding the truth for the past six months, but now, it’s time to face the storm. even if it hurts.

spots on. (fluff)

you. hannie. embraces. hugs. cuddles, and other synonyms. desperately needed by yesterday. complaints will be declined and ignored.

*cough cough* no, me kisses. (fluff)

he may have lost his opportunity to ask you to become official, but boyfriend or not, there’s only one thing Hannie wants needs: your kisses. All over his face. Right now.

coach or player? (nsfw)

there’s always a time when one just has to know, but is the coach able to risk it and play their own game?

[3:36 am] 🍶 (nsfw)

A sexy meeting with an interesting someone might be exactly what you were looking for a one-night stand.

putting to good use (smut)

you had always been Jisung’s utmost supporter, his number one fan. who could blame his partner for wanting to reward all his hard effort?

felix

this isn’t what friends do. (smut)

you're friends- duh! best friends are close to each other, even if this could be... too close. still, no one can really blame you! that chocolate was far too good anyways.

so effortlessly. (fluff)

felix can’t help it, and he can’t hold back anymore, because in the end, loving you comes out so effortlessly.

[these two can be read as a stand alone or together in the order written]

WikiHow’s on my back. (fluff)

Felix can't deny it anymore. WikiHow agrees, and even if he doesn't want to accept it, accidentally completing every step of the web might just clarify to him what he’s feeling.

[01:43 am] (fluff)

study buddies are always close to each other. Still, exams week is over, so when Felix shows up in your room, a silly UNO game is the go-to for clearing things up… in a meme way.

seungmin

influence and influenza. (fluff)

alas, one should note the difference between influence and influenza, even if one can ultimately end up with both.

GTK: Grand Theft Kitty. (fluff)

seungmin streams from time to time with the boys, and today, you wanted to join in… kind of… but not like he’s going to complain!

new task: valentine’s day. (fluff)

|PROLOGUE| |ACT 1| |ACT 2| |ACT 3|

boring classes, boring classmates, boring assignments… to seungmin, everyone is boring even if he’s used to pretend otherwise, but you seem to get on his nerves. you, your stupid poem, and his stupid letter.

silly little promises. (smut)

unspoken promises to stay away from your brother’s best friend might work for some, but not when kim seungmin is said man.

jeongin

your type (fluff)

It doesn’t matter how pretty you are, because, Jeongin’s been working in that cafe long enough to notice as soon as you walked in: he knows your type.

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