#three time is a pattern 🤭

[jehhskz]

Third time's a charm

pairing: nonidol!hyunjin x fem!reader

genre: fluffy romance, fastburn, he falls first

wc: 6k

summary: hyunjin just wants a chance - okay maybe three - to make you fall for him

jé's note: my little gift to my beautiful @hyunjincanraptoo, happy birthday amiga, you're a light in my life, our chats always makes me so happy, i love you and i hope you enjoy this little fic and have an amazing day celebrating your life ❤️ ps: send some brigadeiro to me 🤭

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After a hell of week with noses buried into books and never ending lectures, friday night finally arrived and everyone could finally relax, and if you lived around the campus you'd surely get plenty of options to pick: whether it be night clubs or rooftop bars to karaoke or crashing into fraternities, the dorms would be completely silent, unless… you decided to enjoy some other type of fun.

Hyunjin was walking down the hall with his phone in hand blowing up with messages.

Lia (library) - how come you aren’t at Jack's? 😔

Cecilia (class) - hyun, come to the rooftop, they are having dj’s battle

Angel - bro, they are giving double drinks until 2 *attached: a picture of a blue bottle*

Kelly (café) - Felix told me you just left, right when I arrived? 💔

“So clingy…” Chuckled to himself, putting his phone in his back pocket, stopping in front of his door, pressing the keyword.

Hyunjin coming back to his dorm before midnight and all alone? That was a new.

Because the boy did love to party. You could always know that if there was good music and girls, Hyunjin and his friends would always be there. It was like a pattern, they didn't even need to do anything, the boys simply would leave traces and suddenly be stumbled upon by coincidence by them. It was fun but after some time it got boring, all those hollow girls felt and acted the same, the only difference was their faces, sometimes not even their names.

Hyunjin was bored, he wanted more. He wanted someone new, something different…

The chuckles and muffled chat coming from the end of the corridor caught his attention and he looked over, seeing you opening the door of your dorm with a boy waiting behind, poking your sides.

…someone like you.

The only girl from the building that didn't try to get his number, the one that he only knew the name because you were classmates and still, you never bothered to look for excuses to study with him. In fact, you looked pretty annoyed this morning, when the professor paired up you two for a new project.

Neither you nor Yunho noticed Hyunjin before you entered your dorm. But he thought it would be better that he would get inside too, before calling Felix.

“Hey angel!”

“Changed your mind after seeing the drinks?” The blonde teased when he picked up the call.

“Tonight I'll pass. I'm actually calling because I need a little help” Hyunjin plopped down in bed, kicking off his shoes.

“Sure, what is it?”

“Ji’s there, right?” There was a moment of silence before Felix confirmed.

“Ok, great. I need you to ask her to call y/n, say she needs help” He reached for the bubblegum on his bedside table, unwrapping one and popping it into his mouth.

“What?” Felix chuckled, curious about what his best friend was up to now.

“I will explain it all later, now just do me this favor, alright?”

“Yep” Felix beckoned for Ji to come where he was “Gonna talk to her now”

“Ok, great, oh and tell her to be careful, we don’t want to scare y/nnie… just need to interrupt something” Hyunjin smirked, thinking about his next steps.

“Ok, I get it now” Felix also had a smirk while staring at the girl beside him

“She will be calling soon. May I help with anything else?”

“No, thanks. That was all, have fun!”

“Oh, I definitely will…” Felix winked at Ji, that was twirling her hair around her fingers, staring up at him.

~ ♡ ~

Exactly 10 minutes later Hyunjin heard footsteps outside. Waiting just a bit, he opened the door and peaked to check if the area was clear before stepping out.

You were putting your jacket back on when you heard a soft knock on the door. Smiling, you walked there, imagining Yunho changed his mind, deciding to be decent and not letting you risk go out so late all alone.

“You?” Your smile faded when Hyunjin popped the bubble, offering you one of his stupid (and perfect) grins.

“Hello to you, too. May I come in?” His ask was useless since he was already doing it, his shoulder brushing against yours as he casually stepped inside.

You groaned in annoyance, watching him stop and gaze around. The small lilac couch matched the dark purple fluffy rug and pink cushions, beside it there was the desk with your computer, a panel with colorful sticky notes and some pictures, his mouth twisted when he saw a polaroid of Yunho there.

“Nice place…” His eyes roamed over again, everything was so neat and well organized, exactly how he imagined the straight A's room would be. He stopped in front of your bookshelf, noticing how the books were perfectly organized by colors, he couldn’t help the urge to pull the blue and pink out and switch them.

“Stop it!” You grabbed his wrist as he picked the yellow one, ready to switch it with another too. Hyunjin laughed, sitting in your bed while watching you put them back in order.

“As much as I wouldn’t love for you to stay and chat, I gotta a place to be so you need to leave” You grabbed your purse, and paced around looking for where you left your phone.

He sat down in your bed, picking the teddy bear that was lying against your pillow, he scoffed before chuckling lightly, running his finger on its head “Cute”

“So… where are we going?” He looked up at you with mischief when you came by his side and grabbed the phone.

“We aren’t going anywhere. I'm calling an Uber” You drew the password code and opened up the app, Hyunjin shook his head.

“There’s no way I'm letting you get into a stranger's car this late at night” You stopped typing, side glancing at him

“How could it be any different from getting into your car?”

“C'mon, you can't be serious right now” He rolled his eyes.

“I mean, we aren’t friends, I've never even spoken to you before. How could I know if you aren’t dangerous too?”

“Yeah, if it wasn't for Mr Park you'd still be ignoring me…” He gazed at you with wide eyes before narrowing his eyebrows in suspicion “Aren't you the strange one, then?”

You slapped his arm and he let out a fake ouch as if it hurted

“See? I should be the one afraid to get inside a car with you!”

You raised your hand to smack him again, but he quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to face him, making another bubble. Your free hand landed on his knee and you ignored the way your heart skipped a beat and your sudden wish to lean even closer and pop it before he did it, smirking devilishly at you after snapping you back to reality.

“Hey hey, easy there doll. If you wanted to touch me, you should simply ask” He teased and you pulled your hand back with an annoyed groan, straightening up again.

“Ugh, you're so annoying!”

Hyunjin stood up, too close for your liking so you took a little step back, making him chuckle.

“Annoying? Oh, I've been called a lot of stuff before, but that's new” He teased with that damn smirk glued on his face, you crossed your arms in front of your chest, looking away.

He was loving it, it was refreshing although it surprised him at first. How come you could be so unbothered by him when girls would always be gravitating around him, trying to get his attention, hoping to get in his bed?

“Oh, I know” You scoffed. Of course you knew, every girl loved to brag when they had a chance.

Could you blame them?

You wouldn't lie, you weren’t blind, he was handsome, way too handsome… With that black long and silk hair, his cute nose and plush lips that insisted on tugging into that annoying smile you wanted to rip off his stupid pretty face.

Yes, you could blame them!

Gorgeous or not, he was just a boy at the end of the day, not just that, but one with commitment issues too, which only made everything worse. They should be wiser and use their brains instead of thinking with theirs...

“You know? Oh good, so it means you weren’t so oblivious about me, after all” Teased again, poking your side. You took one more step back, frowning at him, a silent warning for him to stop if he wanted to keep those five fingers intact.

“Yeah, I know exactly what type of man you’re”

“Hmm, why are you making it sound like it's something bad?”

“Because it is” Your cold reply caught him by surprise, he wasn't expecting it, he wasn't used to someone being so bold with him like this.

You couldn’t read his expression while he stayed silent and looked at you, as if thinking about something, and for some reason you felt bad, realizing you should have chosen your words carefully. You felt awkward now.

“One chance!” Hyunjin grabbed your hands, sending a sudden jolt of electricity through them, your eyes widened.

“Uh?”

“Give me one chance, to prove you I'm not as bad as you think”

“Hyunjin…”

“Please” You couldn’t tell if he was playing or being serious right now.

“Why do you care so much about what I think, anyways?” You tried to laugh it off, it wasn't a big deal, but he stayed serious, gazing at you.

“I like you…” He said so casually with a shrug “...Plus, you're stuck with me for the rest of the semester as we work on our project, so I think at least we should get along”

You shook your head, he couldn’t be serious.

“Hyunjin…”

“Two…” He showed two fingers up, biting down his bottom lip, then shook his head, lifting one more “Three!”

“You really won’t leave it, will you?”

“Obviously not” He shook his head, mischievously smiling and poking your sides again and you squirmed “C'mon, y/nnie… just three dates, imagine all the girls who would be dying to be in your shoes right now”

“Yeah, I'll text them on the group chat” You waved your phone “Who wants to volunteer?”

“Ha ha, aren’t you so funny?” He asked sarcastically, picking the phone from your hand “But I already told you, I don’t want them, I want you!”

~ ♡ ~

20 minutes had passed and your heart was still thrumming, stealing glances of Hyunjin while you sat on the passenger's seat of his car.

I want you.

Three little words being repeated inside your mind over and over again.

He was quiet during the whole drive, which was actually surprising, the only sound being the soft balad playing on the radio, but there was a little grin lingering in the corner of his mouth as his gaze was focused on the road ahead.

You couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in his mind.

As for Hyunjin? He was just hoping your friend wouldn’t ruin his plan when you’d arrive at the pub.

You texted Ji to let her know that you arrived, but got no response, thinking she could be drowning her sorrow with alcohol after being dumped by her man, you decided to walk in and go after her. Hyunjin followed you, grabbing your hand and guiding you inside, you noticed the not subtle glances from some girls towards you, after they would greet Hyunjin, you rolled your eyes and held his hand tighter without even realizing, but he did, gently stroking your hand with his thumb, a smirk playing on his lips as you walked around looking for the blonde.

“You've got to be kidding me!” You exclaimed when you spotted her, or at least who you thought was her…

The colorful lights that danced around them were making it difficult to tell where Ji started and Felix ended.

Hyunjin's eyes widened up in surprise when he heard your gasp and a wide and proud grin appeared on his face. You started walking towards them, but got pulled back by him, gasping in surprise when you crashed against his chest.

You looked up at him and there it was, that annoying thrumming inside your chest again, but not only that, there was also a subtle dizziness too, as you inhaled the woody scent of his cologne. His hands rested on your arms, and you shivered slightly when he leaned closer.

“Wait, wait. What do you think you're doing?” He whispered and you rolled your eyes, peeking over his shoulder, noticing the blondes’ heavy makeout session was still going on. “Don't you know that’s rude to disturb? Let them have fun!” Hyunjin chuckled, which only annoyed you even more.

“Ugh, I can't believe Ji did that, she was crying just minutes ago”

“Well, it seems like Yongbok saved the day, then” Hyunjin wiggled away just in time before you smack him.

“Y/nniiieeee!” Arms were thrown over your shoulders as an excited Ji hugged you from behind.

You turned to face her, noticing the girl had lipstick smeared all around her lips, pretty much like Felix did when he came around with two cups in hand. You twisted your mouth, watching him talk with Hyunjin, your drunk friend giggling by your side.

“I'm so happy you're here, y/nnie. We are gonna have so much fun!” Ji side hugged you, squeezing you against her.

“Ji, you were crying, what happened? Where's Hong-joong?” You looked around “I'll fight him, what did he do?”

“Hong-joong, uh?” Her eyebrows raised up a bit, looking at you with slightly confusion, Ji noticed Hyunjin's silent plea for her to play along, so she did it. Small nodding, rubbing her forehead “Oh yeah, about that…”

“He isn't worth it, I'm okay…” She waved off as if it wasn't a big deal and then she grabbed your hands, her eyes sparkling with mischief “...now, tell me, you and Hyunjin, uh?”

“There’s no me and Hyunjin, he simply just drove me here” You shrugged, quickly glancing at him just to find out he was already staring at you while chatting with his friend. You turned back to Ji, trying to ignore him.

“He said he wouldn’t let me get into a random's car so late at night”

“Awwn, that’s so sweet!” Ji excitedly clapped and you looked down, feeling a little flustered, it was sweet indeed.

You glanced at him again, noticing he was beckoning at you to go there and you shrugged again at your friend, acting nonchalantly.

“Anyways, it doesn't mean anything” “Of course it does, Hong-joong never offered to do it for me…” Ji admitted and then chuckled, but the humor didn't reach her eyes “...damn, he would call me over and make me pay for the ride to his place…”

Ji's voice was becoming a faint sound as you came to realize how neither did Yunho. The cute boy that you met at the library on a random friday and had been ‘talking’ ever since.

Cute boy skipping a party at some random frat house to focus on his exams that would happen in two weeks? That felt like a huge green flag!

Or maybe he just needed every single point if he didn’t want to fail that semester.

Hyunjin held out a cup for you, but you shook your head.

“We are leaving” You simply told him, crossing your arms.

“Uh? Not even my girlfriend yet and you're already bossing me around?” He grinned and you flustered right away, gritting your teeth.

“No, that’s not what I meant, it's just that we came together and… ugh!”

Hyunjin chuckled, taking a sip of the soda he just offered you “Relax, y/nnie… I'm just teasing you” He took one step forward, invading your personal space as he leaned in before you took one step back, which only made his grin get wider “Has anybody told you how cute you look when you're all flustered?”

“Stop that!” You scoffed, looking away.

“Even more cute when annoyed”

“You seem to enjoy it a lot, don’t you?”

“Oh, I surely do” A new step forward, another step back. Hyunjin smirked, taking one more step and picking a little strand of your hair between his fingers, playing with it then gazing back at you.

Looking into his eyes for a moment that felt way too longer than actually was, your breath hitched and you felt speechless.

“I wanna leave…” You cleared your throat, feeling awkward.

“Oh c'mon, we just got here. Let's stay for a little while” His fingers were still caressing your hair, a mischievous smile playing on his lips “Please…”

Damn, how could you say no to that cute face?

“Okay, fine. Just a little more” Hyunjin's smile got wider and he suddenly hugged you, taking you completely by surprise and also intoxicating you with his delicious cologne that would get stuck on your skin and give you trouble sleeping that night.

“Stay with me and I'll make you glad you came” He whispered in your ear. It wasn't in reference to the lyrics of the song that was playing, Hyunjin knew exactly what he was doing and the way you got tense between his arms, he noticed it worked.

“You really think you're funny” You pulled back, rolling your eyes.

“Oh I can be that, I can be a lot of things actually and I'm sure you'll love every single one of them” His words dripped like honey and a funny sensation rushed down your body like little electricity jolts.

“Very cocky too” You did your best to not let it show, but you were enjoying that side of him, maybe a little too much for your own liking.

“I can be that too…” Hyunjin held your hands, pulling you to dance with him. His hands rested on your waist and you let your own rest on his shoulders, a little too close and a little too good, but you wouldn't dare to say it out loud. So you would turn around when it would get too much, a moment of clarity when the invisible pull to kiss him would become too strong, making Hyunjin fight his own urges then, to not hold your hips and pull you flush against him.

Obviously he was losing it, but could you blame him? So you let him, but just for a second or two, before you'd pull away again, cheeky.

That was the first time you danced with Hyunjin. That was also the first time he didn’t even get a simple kiss when the night ended.

And as ironic as it could sound, he loved it.

~ ♡ ~

You clutched your cardigan tighter around your body, it was particularly chill in that morning and way too early to leave the comfort and warmth from your bed. Stepping inside the bus, you sighed with relief when you felt it was warmer inside, your destination was the natural park, a school trip to do some research for the project you were working on.

Finding an empty seat, you slid down, leaving your backpack by your side and resting your head against the window, your eyes closing instantly, you were tired from staying up until late studying, didn't notice your bag being moved or the shoulder brushing against yours, your head being gently tilted to the opposite side and you let out a little sigh while nuzzling your face against the soft fabric of his hoodie, that known woody scent filling up your nostrils, warming you up inside.

Hyunjin looked down at you all cozied against him and his hand reached out, gently running his fingers on your hair, breathing in the floral scent of your shampoo, he smiled, feeling good and he noticed he could get used to it.

You sleepy groaned, trying to brush his hand off when he poked his finger into your ear, Hyunjin chuckles woke you up.

“Hey, sleepyhead, we arrived” Blinking a few times, you jolted in your seat when you noticed you were basically laying on top of him.

“Slept well?” His tease came along with his chuckles, watching you fix your disheveled hair with your hands. You rolled your eyes.

Looking out of the window, you noticed the trees that surrounded the entrance of the park, a big sign hanging on the trunk of the biggest one with the draw of the map of the site and some instructions for the visitors, glancing back at Hyunjin, you watched him stand up, picking both your bags, you stood up too, following him out.

“You should have woken me up…” You murmured, standing by his side.

“Yeah, but you were so cute talking in your sleep, I didn’t want to interrupt you” He side glanced at you, leaning closer, his tone low just for you to hear, as the other students gathered around, listening to Mr Park's instructions.

“What? I don’t talk in my sleep!” You scoffed.

“Oh Hyunjin, just give me a kiss” He mocked with a tiny voice and your cheeks burned high so you smacked his arm.

“Stop it or I'll ask Mr Park to pair me up with someone else” You hissed at him and he made a zipper motion on his mouth.

“...and you're all adults with internet access so be smart, I'm here to help you with your projects and not to play baby-sitter!” Mr Park didn't bother with the laugh of the students when he finished his talk, turning around and guiding the group to the cabins area.

~ ♡ ~

“I can't believe you got a cabin just for yourself!” Hyunjin followed you out of the reception in the direction of your cabin, still carrying your stuff.

“Why wouldn’t I?” You smiled, admiring the diversity of flowers that made a pathway towards the little matching wooden cabins, it was charming like a little village, with windows adorned with flowers too.

“We're partners, you should stay with me” He said it nonchalantly, as if it was the most obvious thing.

“Project partners, there's a difference” You corrected him, unlocking the door and stepping inside.

The interior was simple, but as charming as the outside, there were two beds looking cozy with the white wool covers and fluffy pillows, a small bedside table with a lamp, a fluffy white rug between them, a small wardrobe and a door that you assumed was for the bathroom.

“I'm gonna change that soon” He placed the bags on the floor next to the bed.

“A little too confident, aren’t we?” You teased giggling, sitting down on the opposite bed.

“I mean, I've got some credits…”“Just two…” You reminded him when he sat on the bed in front of you, casually resting his hand on your knee, the other going to play with a strand of your hair again.

He was too close again, you wondered what was this boy's problem with personal space. And also with your heart, you definitely should make an appointment to check those random beat skips…

“I thought we agreed on three…” His eyes widened in surprise, letting the strand slip between his fingers.

“We did, but you already used one” You nodded, smiling.

“When?”

“That day at the pub, the Ji emergency…” You didn't notice how soft you sounded, remembering how you danced together but luck for you, neither did him.

“No way, that one doesn't count, I wasn't ready!” He whined dramatically smacking his forehead

.“Of course it does” You insisted, nodding again and chuckling.

“I'd try harder if I knew…” He murmured under his breath, clearly talking to himself as he looked down, his lips pouting as if he was concentrating, contemplating.

You couldn’t help but laugh, it was funny how it looked like he was really taking it seriously “As if you were the ‘try hard’ type”

“You're right, I'm not” His behavior suddenly shifted back to cocky again and you laughed out loud by accident.

You covered your face, letting your laugh calm down and he smiled, admiring you, leaning slightly closer again while the room became silent as you stared at each other.

“Hmm, let’s go look around, we need to find some samples before it gets dark” You stood up suddenly, already making your way out.

Hyunjin followed you, not bothering to take his bags out of your cabin.

~ ♡ ~

Your exploration time had to be cut short due to the weather changing, after waiting for the rain to end, you and Hyunjin decided to go back and explore a little further into the woods, not too far because the sun would set soon, just a quick look to find a very specific flower you wanted, known for its strong healing properties it would be perfect for future works.

“Are you sure they grow in places like this?” Hyunjin was getting tired, it felt like you’ve been working in circles for hours.

“Yeah, they don’t enjoy much sun, so it's probably around here” The path was surrounded by big full trees and pebbles, lots of them, you frowned when you looked down at your feet, the dirt became mud and not only was it slippery it also ruined your allstar.

“What does it look like again?” “It looks like a pink heart, with tiny lilac dots at the end of the petals and… I found it!” You squealed excitedly when you spotted the flower almost hidden between the rocks. Hyunjin chuckled with your excitement, but also felt relieved that the search was over.

In the hype state you hushed to pick it, ignoring how slippery it was, but nature was quick to remember you, making you awkwardly slip your way down the rock you were about to step and if Hyunjin wasn’t quick enough and held your arm, pulling you flush against him, you'd fall right on your butt and completely embarrass yourself in front of your crush with the bonus of doing a special version of the walk of shame with mud all over your butt.

Luckily none of this happened, but from the way you yelped, Hyunjin noticed something still wasn't right. He held you by your shoulders, eyes training down your figure.

“My foot… I think I twisted it…” You looked down, it was hurting pretty bad.

“Ouch, okay… Let's go back and…” His hand was sliding around your waist, but you stopped.

“Wait, we must pick the flower first”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, that’s the most important thing of the project, plus if we simply leave then I'll have hurt myself for nothing” You looked up at him, waiting.

“Okay, fine. Stay here” He rolled his eyes, letting go of you and you did a small nod, smiling.

“Please be careful, Jinnie” His heart fluttered, it was the first time you used that nickname for him. He decided to not tease you about it now, and simply nodded, going to the rocks to pick the flower for you.

It wouldn’t be Hyunjin if he didn’t show off, so of course he had to slid the pathway and go pick another one too, prettier than that first you found, but just to have an excuse to roll his sleeves up and hop back on the rock, coaxing a little worried squeal from you.

“You could hurt yourself” You whined when he approached you, chuckling.

“I'm sorry, promise won’t happen again” He held out the pretty flower “For you”

You smiled, admiring it and feeling a bit flustered, murmuring a shy thank you. You were about to pick it, when he gently placed it behind your ear.

“Cute” He scoffed quietly, chuckling and you felt the heat in your cheeks again. Same heat that would travel all over your body when he held your waist and slid his other arm behind your knee, easily picking you up.

“Oh my God, what are you doing?” You squealed.

“I'm carrying you back, your foot will get worse if you walk” He shrugged “Now let's go, it's starting to get dark”

You just nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulder, ignoring the insistent thrumming of your heart as he made the way back and in that moment, you forgot that others could run into you, only focusing on his scent and the heat coming from him.

“Hyunjin! What are you…” You heard Mr Park's surprised voice and you hid your face against the fabric of his hoodie “You know what? I don’t wanna know”

Hyunjin blushed, his fingers gripping a little tighter on you and he started walking quicker to prevent running into anyone else.

Back into your cabin, Hyunjin placed the pillows against the wall for you to lean against it and put one under your feet, sitting by your side and taking a good look to check the damage, luckily it was just a little swollen. He threw a blanket over you and went out to grab some ice.

Your heart fluttered while you watched the scene unfold, Hyunjin's concerned gaze on your ankle, the plastic bag in his hand getting wet because of the ice melting inside it.

“Is it still hurting?” He murmured, placing the bag a little to the side.

“Just a bit…” You replied and he hummed.You wouldn't lie, you were a little surprised with him, it felt very unexpected to you to see Hyunjin like that.

You couldn’t help but wonder if it was Yunho, would take care of you like this too? It was Yunho, the most boyfriend material guy you knew, of course he would, what a silly question was that? You thought. He appeared to like you, but then why haven't you heard from him for weeks?

Gazing back at Hyunjin, you remembered about a movie you watched, it was a silly romcom, but had a clear message: if he wants you, he will show it, if he wants to date you, he will work for it. Yunho knew all the right words to say, but why did it feel like he would only call you when he was bored?

Your contemplative moment vanished when your phone buzzed, Hyunjin looked up at you, he had put the ice bag aside and was now massaging your ankle slowly, his thumbs pressing the soft skin, sending little jolts up your body. You reached out and pulled the device from your purse, eyebrows narrowing when you saw the notification, surprised with who decided to come back after weeks of pure silence.

Gazing up you saw Hyunjin not even trying to be subtle as he tried to peek up and see who texted you. You bit down your bottom lip, holding back a smirk.

“Your contender…” You waved your phone, teasing him.

“Hunf, I don’t feel threatened” He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Oh really?” You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms.

“Yeah…” He shrugged, scooting up to sit close to you, smirking, he held a strand of your hair and played with it “I know I’m the favorite”

“Hmm, is that so?” You asked and he nodded, coming even closer.

“Don't you agree?” He whispered, too close, once again. You stayed silent, tucking in your bottom lip, a spark appearing in your eyes as you stared into his just to look away.

Hyunjin’s fingers gently touched your jaw, turning your face back to him. The cabin was quiet, but inside you there was a storm forming up quickly.

“It's a secret…” You whispered, gaze traveling down from his eyes to his plush lips just in time to witness him wetting them. You trembled slightly, looking back up.

“That's okay, your secret is safe with me…” He whispered back, his fingers held under your chin and pulled you towards him, the gap was small but still he did it slowly, as if giving you time to change your mind, to pull back if you wanted to. But you didn't…

Instead, you closed your eyes and a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he finished closing the gap. His hand caressed your neck until it reached the back while his lips moved against yours, slowly like a caress, your lips parted and his tongue brushed against yours, making your heart skip a beat, he tasted sweet, like the strawberry bubblegum he had earlier, his fingers played with your hair, you couldn’t help smiling through the kiss, noticing how he really seemed to be obsessed with touching it.

He thought it was cute and soft, later you'd learn that, but in that moment he just wanted to keep kissing you and that's what he did.

Kiss you. Over and over again.

Just like that, kiss after kiss, Hyunjin managed to spend the night in the cabin with you…

And much to even his own surprise, he didn’t do anything beyond that.

‘I don’t want you to think I'm using you or anything like that…'

‘I really like you…’

And in that night, between his soft whispered confessions and slow kisses while caressing each other, you met yet another version of Hyunjin, the soft one and probably that would be your favorite.

~ ♡ ~

After a hell of a week filled with projects and finals, all you wanted was to get back to your dorm, slide under the covers and shut off the world for the rest of the month. Your feet dragged on the floor, a sigh of relief leaving your lips when you heard the soft click of the door being unlocked.

You yawned, kicking your shoes and letting your purse slide down your arm and fall by the chair, books being carelessly placed on the desk. You didn't notice how the picture of Yunho was gone from your panel, your other friends’ pictures and sticky notes still there, a new picture of a certain shaggy haired boy winking being there instead, your books all out of order went unnoticed too.

But you noticed something new in your bed, lying there beside your plushie, you walked toward it and grabbed it: a new plushie, an extremely squeezable teddy bear holding a heart written be mine. The surprise was so cute you didn't think about the fact he knew your dorm's password, you giggled, holding it tight against you before you called Hyunjin's phone, one, two, three times and no answer, so you decided to go there.

Hyunjin opened the door after the second knock, popping a pink bubblegum and smirking.

“May I come in?” You did it like him when you first interacted, walking inside before he could reply. Hyunjin smirked, watching your reaction.

It was your first time getting into his dorm, so you were definitely curious to see what it looked like, and what you saw was pretty different from your imagination.

The mattress was on the floor, there were cushions and pillows, lots of them, and blankets, one sheet was half up, hanging in a chair. Your eyes widened and you turned to face him.

“A fort?” You smiled as you watched his cheeks getting rosy.

“Hello to you too and yeah… It was a surprise” He scratched the back of his neck, murmuring the end, suddenly fearing your reaction since he never done such a thing for a girl.

“A surprise for me?” Your smile got wider, that was lovely and so unexpected.

“Yeah, I thought I'd have more time before you came back” He shrugged, looking around, it was almost everything done.

You covered your eyes with both hands, shaking your head “Pretend that I'm not here” Hyunjin chuckled, finding your intention to fix the problem very endearing. Noticing how you stood still with your eyes covered, he finished setting the sheets and came back to stand in front of you, he pulled your hands down and your mouth fell agap when you saw the blanket fort complete.

“Awwn, that’s so cute!”

“You're cute” Hyunjin squeezed both your cheeks between his hands, gently shaking your head before he gave you a kiss when you whined.

You both slid inside, cozying up and putting a random movie on the projector that you pretended you’d watch. It didn’t last not even 10 minutes because Hyunjin was already all over you.

“About that plushie…” You whispered a little breathless, fingertips running down his back, under his shirt.

“Hmm…?” His murmur was muffled against your neck, as he kept kissing under your ear, making you shiver.

“Be mine?” You repeated the words written in the heart, waiting for his explanation, Hyunjin smirked against your skin, giving a little nibble before he lifted his head up to look at you.

“Say please” He bit down his bottom lip, cheeky.

“Hyunjin!” You smacked his arm, but a little laugh escaped your lips anyways.

“Ouch! I’m kidding, baby…” He gave you a peck, grinning again “I already am” Hyunjin teased again, as if you were the one asking him to date you.

“Oh my God, you're truly impossible!” You scoffed, but Hyunjin noticed the little smirk on your lips.

“Okay, this time’s serious. Be mine?” He asked softly, caressing your waist, feeling the warmth of your skin under his palm.

“Hmm, I don’t know… gimme some time to think” You did your best to attempt to sound nonchalant, but his frustrated expression and squeeze on your waist broke you into laughter.

“I’m kidding, Jinnie…” You caressed his back again, embracing him a little tighter and leaning forward, whispering against his lips “Because I already am…”

His heart fluttered and he kissed you, resting his forehead against yours as he spoke again.

“Ha ha, seems like somebody's getting really funny”

“What can I say? I'm learning with the best” You shrugged, giggling.

“Oh really? Well, let’s see what else I can teach you…” He closed the gap between you two, kissing you again, this time deeper, body pressing against yours.

And as the night stretched out, you two got lost into each other inside the blanket fort. His phone on silent mode on his desk, shining with new messages notifications, all those girls turned into unknown numbers.

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tagging: @doitforbangchan @athforskz @jeonginsleftcheek @moonchild9350 @hyunjincanraptoo @changbinniescurlyhair 💕

[kxsagi]

waiitttt imagine going panty shopping w the bllk boys 🤭🤭 do you think they'd be shy ?? lolll

“𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭”

a/n: okay so i made this a little bit more of them like shopping in victoria’s secret for the first time since you’re their first and only gf (headcanon edition) + they pay for everything

i am literally OBSESSED with that store, at the mall, i can barely hold myself back from going in there and coming out with the cute pink striped shopping bag omg my bank account 💔

ft. isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, chigiri hyoma, shidou ryusei, kaiser michael, karasu tabito, itoshi sae

𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 - “𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬”

walking into the store, he’s confident, cool, and calm, until he spots the rows of lacy lingerie and cutesy sets. his face immediately turns bright red, and it’s like someone hit the pause button on his entire personality.

for the rest of the trip, he awkwardly stares at the ceiling, suddenly fascinated by the decorative lights or the patterns in the floor tiles, anything to avoid looking at the lacy wonders around him. the moment you hold up something a little suggestive and ask, “what do you think, love?” he’s already looking anywhere but at you.

inside, he’s probably dying from the sheer embarrassment, but he keeps trying to act like this is completely normal, which only makes the whole thing more adorable.

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒: “𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬?!”

you know he’s out of his depth when he stares at the wall of bras like it’s a puzzle he’s been trying to solve for years.

“wait, there’s a difference between balconette, demi, and full coverage?!” he whispers to you, clearly panicking at the sheer variety of options. he’s desperately trying to keep up with all the terminology, but it’s all too much.

at this point, he’s holding one bra like he’s trying to figure out the meaning of life. you can’t help but laugh at how lost he looks, but you’re also secretly proud of him for wanting to learn, even if he’s completely confused.

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 - “𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭”

he walks in and immediately takes control of the situation by grabbing every single piece you hand him. you’re planning on picking out a few things, but he’s already holding onto three bags before you’ve even made it past the first section.

when you tease him about it, he just shrugs it off with a smile like, "i’ve got it, angel. i’m your personal shopper today." you have to admit, it’s kind of adorable how he’s fully committed to the cause, even if he’s holding onto a bunch of pink totes and looking a little silly.

the best part? he insists on carrying everything for you, even if you don’t need the help. he’s happy to be there, even if it means looking like a fashion-forward mule with a ton of shopping bags hanging off his arms. 

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒: “𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝”

the best part? after checking out, he’s walking through the mall with a proud grin on his face, holding that pink victoria’s secret bag like it’s a badge of honor.

he’s lowkey hoping someone will ask what he bought just so he can proudly say, “i went shopping for lingerie with my girlfriend,” with a completely unapologetic smile.

at this point, he’s way too happy about the experience, walking a little taller, chest puffed out, and feeling like he’s just won boyfriend of the year. you can tell by the way he’s grinning that he’ll remember this trip as a highlight of your relationship.

𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐢𝐧 - “𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜”

the first few minutes are easy: he's walking around like a chill boyfriend, checking out some of the bras on the wall, pretending he’s seen it all before. but the minute you turn a corner and step into the section with more daring pieces, like the push-up bras or the sheer lace sets, his entire demeanor shifts.

he tries to act casual and aloof, his hands in his pockets, trying to act like he’s totally unfazed by all the… suggestive material surrounding him. but his eyes? his eyes are darting around like he's trying not to be caught sneaking a peek at the more revealing items.

he even tries to start up a casual conversation with you about something completely unrelated, like “did you hear of that new horror movie that just released?” just to avoid the possibility of you catching him staring a little too long at a satin thong. 

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐢 𝐡𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐚 - “𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞”

once he realizes how much fun he’s actually having, he falls into consultant mode. you're holding up a few items, and suddenly, he’s transformed into the perfect mix of fashion expert and personal cheerleader.

“hmm, the lace on this one is nice, but i think this other one is more you,” he says, pointing to another set with a thoughtful look. “you should definitely try this one on.”

he’s genuinely focused, comparing different cuts, colors, and fabrics like he’s running an intimate fashion show in his head. you can't help but laugh because you weren’t expecting him to take this so seriously. but he loves seeing you happy, and if giving his fashion opinion means you walk out with a set you adore, then he’s in it to win it.

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢 - “𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐧”

at some point, he starts to enjoy himself. you might be the one shopping for lingerie, but now he’s fully invested in your shopping experience.

suddenly, he’s holding up all sorts of things with exaggerated flair, like an over-the-top stylist. “you should totally get this satin robe. imagine how gorgeous you’d look in it,” he says with a playful grin, picturing you in it already.

he's not even pretending to be disinterested anymore, he's genuinely enjoying picking out things with you, helping you mix and match, and giving you encouraging compliments as you try on outfits.

𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 - “𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐞”

after a few minutes of nervousness, he gets comfortable in the store and flips into playful mode. you’re picking out a few things, and he spots a push-up bra on a nearby shelf. with a mischievous smirk, he picks it up, walks over to you, and holds it up to your chest with a teasing grin.

“you don’t even need these, schatz,” he says, grinning like a little devil, and before you can even respond, he’s mockingly cupping your chest as if to make a point.

you swat him away in embarrassment, but he just laughs at how flustered you’re getting. you can’t help but smile too, because underneath all his teasing, there’s that glint in his eyes that shows just how much he loves making you laugh.

𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐨 - “𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐦”

just when you think things are going smoothly, a sales associate approaches to offer help. your boyfriend, now standing a bit too close to the lacy underwear section, freezes like a deer caught in headlights.

the associate turns to him with a smile and asks, “can i help you find anything, sir?” and without missing a beat, he awkwardly stutters, “oh, uh, no, i’m just… here,” his voice trailing off.

he then tries to backpedal without looking too suspicious, but ends up bumping into a table of thongs, knocking over a display in a clumsy panic, which only makes him blush harder. it’s as if the universe is conspiring against him. 

𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐞 - “𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭”

you’re looking through a few brilliantly colored lace sets when he casually picks up a random pair of lacy panties. he looks at them for a moment, clearly thinking, “maybe this would look nice on her.” but then, he suddenly realizes he’s holding them up like a creep.

his eyes widen in absolute horror, and he practically flings them back onto the table, face bright red. he looks around quickly to see if anyone saw his embarrassing slip-up, only to find you watching with a small smirk.

“did you just...?” you tease, and he looks so mortified that it’s almost too cute. but hey, it’s still adorable how flustered he gets, even though he’s just trying to be sweet. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[g4rvez-r3id]

Dream A Little Dream

Bf! Spencer Reid x Gf!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Spencer comes home from work and finds you sleeping in bed and he’s completely mesmerized by you as you sleep.

Category: Fluff

Warnings: spencer likes watching you sleep (but not in a creepy way), fluffiest of the fluff, cuddling, talks about weird dreams and dream analysis, spencer is completely infatuated with you 🤭

Author’s Note: hey lovelies! i got this idea bc i love love love cuddling fics with reid 🤭 i wish this man were real so bad :( anyways i hope you enjoy this hehe

“Honey, I’m home,” Spencer smiled gently to himself as he heard the words leave his mouth. He never imagined he’d ever say that out loud to anyone. But now he had you. It was as if he still couldn’t believe it every time he said it.

He’d called out to you but there had been no answer. Granted, it was three in the morning, he figured you were probably asleep by now.

Spencer softly closed the door and he placed his satchel down by the door and removed his converse off from his feet, placing them next to your shoes near the table they’d had near the door. He scrunches his nose as his mismatched socks (he’d opted for a light blue sock paired with a yellow sock with patterns on it) patter on the floor as he walks towards the kitchen.

By the evidence on the stove, you’d made chicken Alfredo pasta. A good chunk of the pasta is left on the stove — you most likely saved it for him because you worry about how skinny he is — and he smiles to himself. At least you ate.

He makes his way over to your guys’ shared bedroom and that’s when he sees it. You’re on the bed, sleeping soundly and bundled up under the covers but sprawled across the bed, holding his pillow, no less and wearing one of his old CalTech sweatshirts. On the bed is your laptop laid far away but not too far where it would fall off the bed. No, it looked like you were in the middle of work and decided to take a break and instead had fallen asleep.

Spencer leans against the doorframe with crossed arms and a warm smile as he watches you sleep. He’d often took advantage of the times where he’d come in from work late.

He liked watching you sleep. But not in a total creep kinda way, absolutely not. He more so liked seeing you so well-rested since you were always up on your feet, dealing with work and stress and never really taking a break from anything since you were so independent. It was one of the many things he liked about you. But in all seriousness, it might’ve been his favorite thing about you.

He adored the way your nose would scrunch while you slept and the way that you snored softly into the pillow. Sometimes, you’d even had a dribble of drool onto the pillow and he even found that cute. He’d found everything cute about you.

Eventually, he’d had enough of just looking at you and decided to join you. The first thing he’d done was remove and close your laptop and carefully place it on the dresser. He even opts to put it on the charger for you.

He begins slipping off his slacks along with his dress shirt and cardigan and puts on a gray t-shirt and flannel pajama bottoms and quietly climbed into the covers next to you.

He carefully places his hand on your arm and rubs it soothingly and you stir a bit and scrunch your nose up once more and open your eyes to see your boyfriend, smiling warmly at you.

“Hi, honey.” He whispers and you inhale deeply as you smile sleepily at him. “You’re home!” You cheer tiredly as you scoot closer to him, you head resting on his chest and inhaling his scent as you snuggle as close as you can to him.

“I am home,” He smiles as he holds you impossibly closer. He looks down at you as you keep your eyes closed and hold him as tight as you can. “Are you okay, sweet girl?”

You nod into his chest as you open your eyes and look up at him. “I’m perfect, now that you’re here.” Spencer smiles softly at you as you rest your head again on his chest.

“Were you in dreamland?” Spencer asks with a crooked smile.

There was an abundance of times where you’d dream strange dreams. Like one time you were being chased by a hot dog or the other time you were awake on a gurney while doctors performed open-heart surgery on you. Point of the matter was, you had weird dreams.

And you could brush those off as getting food poisoning from a hot dog and never eating them again or when you fell asleep watching Grey’s Anatomy but you always dug deeper into your dreams.

Like you being chased by a hot dog could meet something that’s entirely harmless is causing you stress or overwhelming you. Or the fact that maybe you had a fear or an anxiety of being awake while having open heart surgery. You were one of the few people in Spencer Reid’s life that read into your dreams. He wasn’t one to believe in dream analysis, but you did. And so he’d often asked what you dreamed about this time, since you had dreams like that so often.

“Mhm,” You smack your lips with a sigh and curled up impossibly deeper into his chest. “This time, I was flying without wings.” You said and he furrowed his brows with an amused smile on his face. “Flying without wings?”

You nod once more, “I was suddenly floating and all of a sudden, I was falling and right before I hit the ground, I woke up.” You told him and he thinks to himself at this.

“When you dream about falling and then suddenly wake up just before hitting the ground, it's usually due to a "hypnic jerk,"” Spencer tells, being the rambler he was. And you gladly listened every time. The first time you’d gone out with him, he kept apologizing about his rambles about whatever was on his mind. You assured him that you really didn’t mind, you loved listening to him talk.

“It’s an involuntary muscle contraction that happens when your body is transitioning between wakefulness and sleep, often interpreted by your brain as a sensation of falling, causing you to jolt awake.” Spencer tells and you shrug, “Yeah, it was something like that.”

Spencer smiles softly, pulling a strand of hair behind your ear as he rubs your back, back and forth with his hand. You drifted off for a moment before looking back up at him and he kept his eyes trained right on you. Like you were his only given vice, something worth living for and fighting for. To which, you were. To him, at least.

“How was work?” You asked and he turned away from you as he answers, “We can talk about it later.” Which was code for, ‘I really don’t want to talk about it right now but I mean it when I say we can talk about it later’. And when he was ready, he’d talk about with you. Eventually, he did.

“Right now, I just wanna stay here with you.” Spencer told and you smile into his chest, “I missed you.” You tell and he chuckles, “I missed you, too, sweet girl. And I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

You snuggled with him, hiking your leg across his torso and holding onto him as you closed your eyes and your breathing evened once more. He smiles, looking down at you and not wanting to move a muscle to disrupt you. He probably wouldn’t get much sleep tonight since he’d be too busy staring at your sleeping features and silently thanking God you were in his life and that he could share these moments with you.

And in the morning, he’d tell you that he asked Hotch for a few days off in advance because he wanted to spend as much time as he could with you. Your guys’ schedules always seemed to be opposites and the only time you’d ever really get together is in bed, like this. You deserved a few days to be with him and he you.

But for now, he’d let you sleep and veer off into dreamland again.

[maidragoste]

Fatherhood

Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader

More of Daemon's Wife au

Summary: A glimpse into Daemon's life as a father.

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Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

After watching your husband act like a fool for days you finally lost your patience so tonight when Daemon climbed into bed with you and started kissing your neck you pushed him away.

“What did I do?” He asked, knowing that you were upset by the frown on your face.

"You're ignoring Baelon," you accused him without any doubt of your words.

Since the two of you had came back home from the war, Daemon had barely been to the nursery and when the whole family was at the table he never tried to talk to Baelon. You didn't expect him to instantly become familiar with his role as a father., after all, he hadn't been able to meet their son before, but you never thought that your husband would look for any excuse not to be with your son.

"He doesn't like me so I'm not going to bother him" he responded, wanting to appear unconcerned but you know him well so you know that this actually bothered him.

When you and your husband returned from Stepstones, your son had burst into tears the first time Daemon spoke to him. You noticed the pain in your husband's eyes when Baelon hid his face in your neck, refusing to see him. You didn't blame your son for being afraid since it was the first time he saw his father. You knew Daemon had been excited to finally meet Baelon so you understood that the boy's reaction would have disappointed him but you didn't expect him to decide to distance himself because of that.

"He doesn't like you because he doesn't know you yet," you explain now in a softer tone. "Daemon, I don't know what you expected from your first meeting but he acted like any other child would. He doesn't know you so you have to earn his trust. He's not going to love you just because im tell him you're his father. You have to spend time with him," you advised him as you traced random patterns on his chest, hoping he wouldn't take your words the wrong way.

"I will," he promised before kissing you on the lips. He was satisfied to see that this time you didn't push him away so he continued kissing you again and again.

And Daemon really considered your words because after that night he started spending more time at the nursery. At first, Baelon looked uncertainly at Daemon when he spoke to him but you always encouraged him to respond. In addition, it also helped that your son saw that you were always calm and smiling around Daemon, so little by little the boy began to gain more confidence. Every time you were about to tell him a new story, Baelon asked his father if he knew it too and he listened attentively every time Daemon contributed. When he realized that his father also knew High Valyrian, he began to proudly tell him the words he had learned so far and asked him to also teach him new words, now at the table after the servants brought the food Baelon spent his time asking his father what he liked and what he didn't, interested in knowing more about him. Not only that but Baelon also started inviting him to the walks the two of you take together on the beach. Seeing all this, you were proud of the progress between father and son and it made you happy to see the happiness on Daemon's face every time Baelon asked his opinion or asked him something, not to mention when he held his hand for the first time while the three walked together in the beach.

But still, you couldn't help but notice that the two of them were never alone, you were always there as if they wouldn't dare to be alone.

"Where is he going?" Baelon asked, looking with a pout at his father's back as he walked.

"You Kepa is going to go see his dragon" You smiled as you came up with an idea so that they could spend some time alone "Do you want to go with him?"

You weren't surprised when he let go of your hand and started running after Daemon shouting "Kepa! Kepa!" Your husband soon stopped and turned to see the little copy of him running towards him with a big smile. He felt his heart warm at the sight. When Baelon was a few steps away from him, he approached and picked him up without warning, making the boy squeal with happiness.

"I want to go with you," the boy announced before his father could ask him what was happening.

Your husband looked at you waiting for you to say something but you were already raising your hand saying goodbye to them with a smile. Baelon moved his hand back and forth until you became a distant speck on the beach.

"What's the name of your dragon?" the boy asked, still in his dad's arms as he walked.

"Caraxes" the father responded with a smile even though this was not the first time his son had asked him that.

"It's like Wing?"

Daemon would be lying if he said he wasn't fond of hearing how Baelon called your dragon Wing because according to the Nightwing boy he was too long.

"Caraxes is much grander than the dragon on your muña," the prince responded, feeling his smile grow larger as he imagined your indignation if you would listen to him. A part of him hoped that Baelon would later tell you this just to see your reaction.

"He's giant!" Baelon exclaimed impressed when he saw the red beast. "Will my dragon be like that too?" He asked excitedly.

"Probably but in many years" Daemon replied and poked his nose when he saw him pouting "Do you want to pet him?" Instantly the pout was replaced by a smile.

"Yes!" the boy shouted excitedly and before Baelon went to touch the dragon, Daemon took his son's small hand before placing it and his carefully on the dragon's face. He did not believe that Caraxes would do anything to him but he preferred not to risk it, it was known that dragons did not usually react well when someone who was not their rider approached them with too much confidence and the last thing he wanted was for his son to end up hurt so he was for a while talking to his dragon while they both caressed it.

Daemon could remember the proudest moments in his life: when he claimed Caraxes, when his father gave him Dark Sister, when he called you his wife for the first time when you told him you were pregnant and now it added up to see his son bond with his dragon.

They were there for a while. Daemon listened with amusement to Baelon's ramblings about how giant Caraxes was and that he surely had to eat a lot to achieve that size, all while never stopping petting the dragon. Until started to get dark then they headed back to the castle.

"I like Wing more" the boy confessed once the figure of the dragon became a distant speck.

"Tomorrow you will come to fly with me and you will see that Caraxes flies faster," the prince said instantly. He had to change Baelon's mind before he said that again but in front of you. He could already imagine your cocky smile and how you would never let him forget it.

"Let's fly now!" the boy squealed excitedly.

"We can't now, your daughter must be waiting for us for dinner" the father explained, and seeing that  Baelon seemed about to complain he added "Would you like her to have dinner alone? I'm sure that would make her sad"

"No, let's go with muña!"

During dinner, Baelon spent his time talking non-stop about Caraxes and how tomorrow he would fly with his Kepa. You listened to everything with a smile and only interrupted your son's ramblings to remind him to eat before the food got cold.

In the middle of Baelon's talks, Daemon took your hand and kissed it. He didn't need to tell you anything, you could see it in his eyes, he was grateful that you encouraged him to stop hiding and that he would make an effort to form a bond with his son.

When it was time for Baelon to go to sleep you and him got up from the table to go to the nursery but first Baelon said goodbye to his Kepa with a kiss on the cheek. You encouraged your son to go ahead with one of the maidens while you stayed with Daemon.

"I'm proud of you," you said as you took your husband's face in your hands and leaned in to kiss him "I can't wait to see you with the next one" you declared between kisses.

Your husband took a while to register your words because he was distracted by the taste of your lips but once he did he stopped kissing you to look at you impressed.

"Are you pregnant?" He asked just to make sure he understood correctly although he could already feel his heart racing.

You nodded with a smile and let out a laugh the moment Daemon pulled you onto his lap. You kissed his neck while his hand rested on your stomach. You still didn't show but he couldn't wait to see how the life inside you grew. He couldn't be by your side when you were pregnant with Baelon but this time it would be different, this time the two of you wouldn't have to discuss the baby's name by letter, this time Daemon would feel the baby's kicks instead of having to imagine it, this time if you wanted him, he would be by your side when you gave birth, this time he wouldn't have to wait years to meet his son. This time he would be there to see him grow.

"This time I won't miss anything," he promised, kissing your forehead.

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[moony-n-sun]

Endgame Couples parallels

"Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, three times is a pattern"

The accident : Philip & Lukas

Strange! They are directly paralleling a friendship in which, one is a repressed gay and the other already accepted he was. Two "friends" who overcame homophobia and ended up together in the end. What an accident! Doesn't mean that will be the case for Mike and Will right...

The coincidence : Ron & Hermione

Hmm ok. We know HP2 was on the movie inspo board for st4. So Mike's arrival at the airport is an obvious parallel to Hermione coming back from the Hospital Wing. Hermione has no problem hugging Harry (who we expect her to end up with). But with Ron, she is unable to show him the same affection without making it awkward. Even though she shouldn't have any reason to feel this way. Just like Mike should not feel awkward about hugging his best friend. Unless, like El suggests, "he is acting weird [because] there is someone he likes".

Oh and coincidence! At the very last movie, Ron and Hermione stop repressing their feelings for each other and kiss. But nah, it's just a coincidence, right...

The pattern : Amy and Laurie

Okay if you've watched Little Women you know the Amy-Laurie-Jo love triangle reeks of Will-Mike-El.

Jo/El : The first love interest, the bold woman on a journey of self-discovery and in search of independence. Wants to be free of her need for male validation and become her own person.

Laurie/Mike : The man who feels so much love but doesn't yet realize he's putting Jo/El on a pedestal. Has a dramatic love confession moment, but because he idolizes the girl instead of truly loving her, it comes across as desperate and pleading. He doesn't yet realize his love is misplaced and his heart actually belongs to the girl's sibling.

Amy/Will : The girl's sibling (🤭). The painter, the yearner, has loved Laurie/Mike for so long but has resigned to him never loving them back. Despite this unconditional love, doesn't fear putting Laurie/Mike in his place because in this dynamic, they are on equal ground.

ST writers have confirmed they used Little Women as inspo, and there are scenes supporting this as well.

If you couldn't tell by now, Amy and Laurie end up together. Except this time, it's neither an accident nor a coincidence. This is a pattern. The message is very very clear. This emotional turmoil is going to pay off. Will and Mike aren't repressing their feelings and suffering for nothing.

Just like all these other couples, they will end up together.

[imbatmanssecretchild]

PART TWOOOO OF BATFAM X NEGLECTED READER THAT GOT MARRIED

Your partner wrapped their arms around you, noticing how stiff you were as you stared out the window.

“They didn’t even know how old I was,” you whispered, voice cracking. “They never cared. Not really.”

Your partner pressed a kiss to your temple. “They don’t get to take your happiness from you anymore.”

And they didn’t. Because for the first time, you felt like you chose your life.

Bruce stood in front of the Batcomputer, bringing up files, surveillance, anything he could use to check on you. But the deeper he dug, the more he realized—he didn’t know anything about you anymore.

No favorite hangouts. No recent hobbies. No new emergency contacts.

Alfred, standing silently behind him, finally spoke:

“You waited too long, Master Bruce.”

Bruce didn’t respond. He couldn’t. Because deep down… he knew Alfred was right.

It started with Dick showing up on your doorstep.

Bright smile. Sad eyes. Holding a gift bag.

“Hey! I, uh… heard about the wedding. I’m really sorry I missed it. I would’ve been there if I knew—”

You cut him off, leaning against the doorframe. “You didn’t even text me on my birthday, Dick.”

He flinched. “That’s fair, I just… we all messed up. Can we talk?”

You paused. Then stepped aside. “Ten minutes. My partner’s baking, and I’d rather not waste a good mood.”

Oof.

Then came Tim.

He emailed you first. Like a coward.

Subject: Please Read This.

Body: I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve to be ignored. I should’ve been a better brother. I hope you’re safe and happy.

You replied two days later.

Short. Cold. But honest.

“I am safe. I am happy. That’s all that matters now.”

Jason didn’t say anything until he showed up at a small bookstore you liked. You were browsing romance novels when you felt someone looming.

“Didn’t think you’d go full Hallmark movie,” he joked. “Marriage, a house, the whole nine yards.”

You didn’t even look at him. “It’s almost like being treated like a human makes me want to live like one.”

“…Yeah. I deserved that.”

He bought your books before you could. You let him. Small win for him, maybe.

Damian didn’t understand what he was feeling until he saw you again in person.

You were out walking your dog (a gift from your partner, because of course they listened when you said you wanted one), and he stopped dead in his tracks.

“…You got a dog.”

You didn’t break your stride. “I got a life, Dami. You should try it.”

He didn’t say anything. Just stood there, watching you walk away.

You didn’t even look back.

Bruce came last.

It wasn’t dramatic. No Batmobile. No suit. Just him, outside your house, staring up at the window. Waiting.

When you answered, you didn’t even pretend to be surprised. “Took you long enough.”

He looked older than you remembered. Guilt does that.

“I was hoping to talk,” he said. “Not as Batman. Not even as your father. Just as someone who made a mistake.”

You leaned on the doorframe again, like muscle memory.

“You didn’t make a mistake, Bruce. You made a pattern.”

He winced.

You let the silence stretch before sighing. “I don’t hate you. I’m just… not yours anymore.”

Bruce nodded. Slowly. Painfully.

“I understand.”

You didn’t invite him in.

And that was your choice.

Later that night, your partner found you curled on the couch, scrolling through old messages.

They sat beside you. “You okay?”

You nodded. “Just thinking. They’re finally paying attention.”

“And?”

You smiled. Bittersweet. But real.

“I don’t need them to. Not anymore.”

If I decide to do a part three would you guys want yandere or not? 🤭

[akawifeyy]

lovestruck | smau pt.3 (AKA12)

description: a month after the hate messages sent to you by an anonymous account, you've begun the process of repairing the damage. the first step? reconnecting with kimi antonelli.

tropes: best friend's little sister, childhood friends, one-sided love, ob87 sister!reader

face claim: daniela avanzini

trigger warnings: suggestive content, hate speech (misogyny & covert death threats), swearing

| note: awee i love em 🥰 also this is part 3 / 3 fics!

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

comments (10357):

@ user1: tbh, it's a toss up. after all the scrutiny and hate, i wouldn't be surprised if y/n never showed her face again in public for fear of backlash. which is wild, bc she didn't even do anything wrong

-> @ user2: It just goes to show you how insane some F1 "fans" are.

@ user3: Even before all of this, Y/N was private. She's not coming out of her shell, and if she does, it's going to be months down the road.

@ user4: the belgian GP might be a good time for her to return, but i doubt that she will

-> @ user5: She usually posts GP pics, I'd be surprised if she broke that pattern (even though she technically already did)

Text messages between Kimi and Y/N (2025):

@ f1spotted: Haas driver Ollie Bearman and Mercedes driver Kimi Antonelli took photos with a fan last night in Belgium before the Grand Prix!

tagged: @ f1, @ f1gossip

comments (94):

@ user6: Where's Y/N 😕 We miss her

-> @ user7: she's like a ghost

@ user8: starting to think I imagined Y/N's existence because what do you mean she hasn't been seen or talked to by anyone for the past month?

-> @ user8: like yeah she was private before but at least she posted relatively steadily, her fans knew she was alive. and now we're in the dark

-> @ user9: The parasocial relationships between people and their favorite celebrities never fail to astound me

@ user10: BEARNELLI FOREVER 🐻🐉

@ kimiantonelli: P3 at Spa! All the hard work from the Mercedes team has made this year incredible 🖤

tagged: @ f1, @ mercedes

comments (8622):

@ user11: So proud of you Kimi🎉

@ user12: IS THAT Y/N

-> @ user13: the scream i scrumpt i think it is her

@ olliebearman: Slide 3... 🤨

Text messages between Kimi and Y/N (2025):

@ yourusername: i'm sorry, the old y/n can't come to the phone right now 🤭 this account will be managed by my boyfriend, kimi antonelli. mess with me and you'll be messing with him. and lastly, any and all hate comments can be returned to the address: "IDGAF". thanks 💋

tagged: @ kimiantonelli, @ olliebearman, @ f1

comments (314):

@ user5: THE QUEEN HAS ARISEN

-> @ user14: the taylor swift rep reference in her post omg 😏

@ user15: This is not a drill - Y/N's back!

@ user16: The strength and bravery you're displaying is awe inspiring

@ kimiantonelli: I love you, tesoruccia

-> @ yourusername: love you too, kimi

@ olliebearman: Here for you, always 💞

@ bearman.nation: Siblings Ollie and Y/N are finally both back on social media platforms, and they're both slaying as always 🤗

tagged: @ olliebearman, @ yourusername

comments (72):

@ user2: Y/N is flawless, I wish I could be more like her. 😓

-> @ user17: literally, her backbone is insane because I fear I'd absolutely need a padded room after these handful of months

@ user18: Y/N is GLOWING

-> @ user19: it's the hiatus + kimi antonelli combo

@ user8: gahhh they're both so pretty

@ kimiantonelli: I don't usually post many things outside of work, but I just wanted to say that it's me, my girl, and my F1 car against the world. The haters can be cruel, but I know the truth. Happy three months, tesoruccia 😘

tagged: @ yourusername

comments (5438):

@ yourusername: can't believe i've been stuck with you for 3 months already

-> @ kimiantonelli: 3 months and the rest of eternity

@ user20: CUTEST COUPLE AWARD

@ user11: Need me a love like Kimi and Y/N's

Statement released by Y/N (2025):

Text messages between Kimi and Y/N (2025):

─── ୨୧ ─── THE END ─── ୨୧ ───

[lvlybin]

dumbification + aftercare with jiwoong🤭

cw p in v unprotected sex, cumming inside, fingering, oral (f!receiving), squirting, dumbification, reader had a bad day :( 18+ MDNI

✉️ I'm such a sucker for dumbification... what a dream to have Jiwoong take care of you like this

“I hate it when you think too much,” Jiwoong mumbles against your ear as you writhe under him. You’d lost count of how many times he’d made you cum that night. Coming home and complaining about how hard your day was, how you felt like everything was too much only meant one thing: Jiwoong would help you forget. 

He’d taken care of you first, making sure you’d eaten and cleaned up before taking you to bed. Then came the touching. He’d had you cum three times on his tongue to get your wetness to practically cover your thighs before fingering you to the point of squirting. To stretch you out enough, of course. Laying on your back with Jiwoong’s comforting weight on top of your body while his hips roll against yours in a steady rhythm is the perfect remedy to your tough day. His hands roaming over your body, squeezing and caressing your curves as he fucks you slowly but deeply being the balm to soothe your tired mind, and it’s not long before your brain goes fuzzy.

Jiwoong notices this immediately. This isn’t the first time he’s fucked you to the point of you being unable to think, and it certainly won’t be the last, so he’s learned how much you can take in this sensitive state.  The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, accompanied by your soft moans and his low grunts.

“Please…”

“No need to beg,” Jiwoong whispers against your lips, feeling your walls clench around him in the pattern that they always make before you cum. “Let go, darling, I’m right here.”

He muffles your scream with a kiss as your pussy clamps down around him like a vice. He thrusts into you a few more times before following you over the edge, his hot seed spilling deep inside you. He catches his breath against you for a moment before slowly pulling out. “So perfect,” he whispers to you, taking you into his arms and holding you against his chest. Holding you close like this was important during these moments after sex, especially when you were in this mindless state. 

Jiwoong never leaves you alone during aftercare; water is already prepared on the bedside table for you to drink before he carries you into the bathroom to clean up. Just a quick, relaxing bath because he knows you’re tired, and then you’re back and cuddled up in bed. “Tired?” he asks as he pulls you close under the covers, one of your legs thrown over his hips. Your face nuzzles against his chest, using him as a pillow. 

As you hum in response, Jiwoong runs his fingers through your hair. “I’ll be right here when you wake up in the morning…” he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head as his fingers continue their slow movement through your soft strands. “Comfortable?” he asks even though he already knows the answer–you’ve already melted into him completely.

[bennyboyfics]

frenemies with ben!

What are we || Ben Shelton x tennis player!reader

A/n: love this 🤭

Wc: 1,120

Warnings: none

MASTERLIST

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The tension had always been there. Every time you and Ben Shelton stepped onto the same court—whether as opponents or, God forbid, as doubles partners—the air crackled with something that wasn’t quite rivalry, but wasn’t camaraderie either. It was sharp-witted, competitive, and at times, borderline insufferable.

Maybe it was because you were both young, fiery players with something to prove. Or maybe it was because he had this frustrating way of pushing your buttons—both on and off the court. Whatever it was, it made every interaction between you a battle in its own right.

-

You spotted him the second you walked in. Ben was stretched out on one of the lounge chairs, phone in hand, legs propped up like he owned the place. His duffel bag sat beside him, his tournament credential lanyard dangling off the side. Unfortunately, the only open seat in the lounge was across from him.

Just your luck. You sighed, plopping down in the chair. You didn’t acknowledge him. Didn’t need to. The second he noticed you, you knew he’d say something. And right on cue—“Well, well. If it isn’t my favourite pain in the ass.” You exhaled through your nose. “Shelton.” He grinned. “What brings you here? Besides the obvious need to bask in my presence.”

You shot him a flat look. “Trust me, if I had a choice, I’d sit literally anywhere else.” Ben tsked, shaking his head. “And here I thought we were finally becoming friends.” You snorted. “Friends don’t talk that much trash on court.” He smirked. “Then what does that make us?” You paused. Good question.

Because, truthfully, you and Ben weren’t just rivals. You weren’t just two players who got under each other’s skin. You were something messier. Something unspoken. Something that made every exchange—every glance, every smirk, every lingering second after a match—feel like it held weight. But instead of addressing it, you rolled your eyes and leaned back in your chair.

“It makes us two people who tolerate each other at best.” Ben clicked his tongue. “Damn. That’s cold.”You just sipped your water, refusing to let him bait you further. Even though, deep down, you kind of loved it.

-

“Best of three points,” Ben declared, spinning his racquet in his hand as you both stood at the baseline. You arched a brow. “That’s not a thing.” “It is now.” You sighed. “You do realise that’s basically just a tiebreaker, right?” Ben grinned. “Yeah, but this one has bragging rights attached.”You gave him a slow, unimpressed look.

“Every time we play, you act like there’s a title on the line.” “Because there is.” He tossed a ball up, casually twirling it in the air. “The title of winner between us. And let’s be real—you’ve been dodging me for weeks.” Your eyes narrowed. “Dodging you? Please.”

Ben smirked. “Oh, so you do want to play?” You hated him. You really, really hated him. Mostly because he was right. “Fine,” you muttered, walking to the baseline. “But when I win, I don’t wanna hear any excuses.” Ben grinned like you had just handed him a Christmas present. “You won’t. Because that won’t happen.”

Ben served first. Big mistake. You had studied his patterns enough to know that his go-to under pressure was a body serve. Predictable. You anticipated it, stepping in early to redirect it down the line. Winner. “1-0,” you said, casually twirling your racquet. Ben huffed. “Lucky shot.”

Next rally, he came in aggressive, trying to overpower you. But you absorbed his pace, slicing a nasty angle that sent him sprinting. He got there—barely—but his shot landed short. You closed in, flicking a drop shot just over the net. Ben dove for it. Missed by an inch. “2-0.” You smirked. “Hate to say I told you so.”

Ben pushed up from the court, eyes gleaming with something between frustration and amusement. “You love to say I told you so.” He wasn’t wrong. But you wanted to put the final nail in the coffin. On match point, he upped the intensity, forcing you into defense with a barrage of deep, heavy forehands.

You barely hung in, scrambling from corner to corner, waiting for your chance—And then it came. Ben hit a rare short ball. You lunged forward, cracked a perfect forehand winner down the line, and turned around before it even landed. Game over. You didn’t see Ben’s reaction, but you felt it.

The weight of his stare. The way the air between you practically sizzled with competitiveness. And when you finally turned back, he was standing there, hands on his hips, shaking his head. “That,” he muttered, “was disrespectful.” You shrugged, all faux innocence. “You said no excuses.”

Ben exhaled sharply, rubbing his jaw. Then—before you could react—he stepped closer, invading your space just enough to make your heart lurch. For a second, he just looked at you. Not with the usual cocky arrogance. Something else. Something charged. Something that made the heat of competition feel like child’s play compared to the heat of this.

Finally, he huffed out a soft laugh. “You really don’t make things easy, do you?” You tilted your head. “Wouldn’t be fun if I did.” Ben lingered for a second longer—before stepping back, spinning his racquet, and shooting you one last grin. “Next time, I’m winning.” You smirked. “Guess we’ll see.”And with that, you both walked off the court, the battle unfinished.

But the game between you? That was just getting started.

[kxsagi]

Sooooo i love your content. Like genuinely this got me kicking my feet and blushing twin 🥀🌚🤭. Best believe I binge everything. Please don’t go bald 🤗. Anyway I wanted to ask if you could do blue lock guys (specifically Shidou, Itoshi brothers, and nagi but literally you could do anyone and I’d be giggling) with a curly haired girlfriend like 3b or 3c hair that’s like mid length. What you have them do is totally up to you but I will say i like bouncing my hair like a spring. If you do this…. Best believe we’re getting married. If you don’t… we still are😼

“𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤: 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝”

a/n: i won't go bald and you better not either because those curls are DIVINEEE 😩

GUESS I'M GETTING MARRIED AND HAVING DAUGHTERS WITH CURLY HAIR YAYYYY!!!!!!!!

(title goes one or two ways...)

ft. shidou ryusei, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi, mikage reo, kaiser michael, bachira meguru

shidou ryusei

“BOING BOINGGGG~” he sings every time you bounce your curls, like a broken clown horn on a sugar high. even in public. especially in public. the louder the better. “show ’em the bounce, babe! give 'em the real thing!” 

he will not stop flicking your curls. it’s become his favorite fidget. he’ll wrap one around his finger and let it go just to see it sproing back. once he got it stuck around his knuckle and walked around like it was a friendship bracelet. 

randomly dives into your curls and pretends to suffocate. “help. i’m drowning in luscious volume.” 

has genuinely tried to launch gummy bears into your hair. like a mini basketball hoop. when one stuck, he pointed dramatically and shouted “THAT’S THREE POINTS, BABY.” 

you yelled at him to quit messing up your curl pattern and he immediately apologized… while holding a gummy bear up like simba. 

got one of your curls caught in his lip ring during a makeout session. it took five minutes, a glass of water, and a pair of tweezers to free it. he called it a bonding experience. 

itoshi rin

the first time he saw you bounce your hair he blinked exactly once and said, “… why?” and then went silent for three hours. 

but when you weren’t looking, he started doing it too. just a little test bounce. no one saw. definitely not him. 

now when you sit on his lap, he casually picks one curl and tugs. releases. watches. repeat. you once asked if he was bored and he said, “no. this is fine.” with the emotional depth of a monk. 

you caught him laying on his back in bed with one of your curls curled around his finger like a charm bracelet. “do you like playing with my hair?” you asked, hopeful. he turned beet red and said, “shut up. it’s bouncy.” 

he won't say it, but when you’re asleep, he moves your bonnet to peek at your curls and give them one last boing for the road. 

itoshi sae

gives you the driest look in the world when you bounce your hair. like his soul left his body. “seriously?” he says flatly. but the corner of his mouth twitches. you saw it. it twitched. 

“your hair’s pretty,” he mutters randomly while tying his shoelaces, like he dropped it by accident. and then walks off like nothing happened. 

he touches your curls like they’re made of glass. especially when he kisses you. one hand on your cheek, the other softly tangled in a coil. he says it helps him focus. 

secretly lives for your post-wash fluff. you come out of the shower with the full volume and he hums, “you look like a lion.” you: “rude.” he corrects himself: “a hot lion.” 

once caught you bouncing it and mumbled, “looks like it’s got a heartbeat.” you were like what??? and he said “nevermind.” (he meant it in a hot way.) 

nagi seishiro

you = couch. your hair = headrest. he falls asleep in it like it’s memory foam. 

loves burying his face into your curls and dramatically sighing, “mmm… fluffy…” like he’s been reunited with a childhood blanket. 

“boing boing attack!” he deadpans before jumping on you like a sleepy cat. when you ask what that means, he says “you bounced. i reacted.” 

he tries to bounce your curls back at you. like gently pulling it and letting it go. when you raise an eyebrow at him, he says “what? you do it first. i’m just matching your vibe.” 

insists your bonnet is “battle mode” and refuses to let you remove it before you’ve slept a full 10 hours. “no. she’s in the silk cap. the world can wait.” 

he now owns a matching bonnet. not for himself. he just wanted to “blend in with the curls.” 

isagi yoichi

sweet baby isagi is SO fascinated. he asks questions constantly like “does it hurt to comb it?” “how do you sleep with it like that?” “what’s a curl pattern?” 

he watches you do your routine like it’s a TED talk. literally taking mental notes while holding your leave-in conditioner like it’s gold. 

once saw you bounce your curls and immediately bounced his own bangs. you both stared at each other like 🤨 until you burst out laughing. 

“it’s like watching joy incarnate.” he says as you bounce them again. “boing boing joy.” he repeats, looking extremely proud of himself. 

bought you a silk bonnet and matching pillowcase and gave it to you wrapped like a birthday gift. wrote “curl queen starter pack” on the card. 

once you taught him how to diffuse your curls properly, he refused to let anyone else do it. “no no, i got it. i am now curl-certified.” 

mikage reo

if your curls need it, he buys it. silk caps, satin-lined hoods, curl-defining jelly, the humidifier that looks like a robot. all of it. no hesitation. 

“your hair should be in a commercial.” he says while laying on your lap. “like the slow-mo type where you toss your curls and walk away from an explosion.” 

when you bounce your curls he turns into your hype man. “YESSSSSSS. get that vertical lift!! defy that gravity!!” 

insists you bounce your curls before every date. like a ritual. “it gives me life.” 

made a pinterest board titled “curlspiration” and it’s 90% you. the other 10% is lion gifs and hair emojis. 

begged to braid your curls once and ended up with the world’s loosest, lumpiest plaits. you didn’t have the heart to tell him. he wore the scrunchie like a trophy. 

kaiser michael

“your hair bounces like it has opinions.” he says, dead serious. “and I respect that.” 

acts like your hair is a crown. touches it like he’s handling royal silk. flips it for you when you’re walking, like “make room. queen coming through.” 

gets absurdly possessive over it. like if someone reaches to touch your curls without asking? he’s already stepped in with a “you got hands, but no manners?” 

if you bounce your hair he goes full fake-shocked: “whoa. what was that?? a seismic event?? call NASA.” 

tried to “boing” his own hair once to match you. looked like a confused poodle. got mad when you laughed. 

bragged about your curls on live. “yeah, her hair? bounce certified. you could land a jet on that spring action.” 

bachira meguru

this man treats your curls like sentient beings. “hello lil buddies!! you guys thirsty today?? need conditioner??” 

names them. literally. there’s kevin, becky, señor loop, and the legendary king curl near your ear. you don’t stop him anymore. 

begs you to do “the bounce” daily. “pleeease do the boingy thing again. just once. just five times. okay ten.” 

drew you in chibi form with oversized curly hair and named it boing girl: defender of curls and chaos. 

turns your hair into finger puppets. you’ll be watching TV and suddenly he’s bouncing a curl and going “hello it’s me, curly wurlie, tell her to give me snacks!” 

once slept with his face in your hair and woke up convinced he traveled to a dream dimension. “i was floating on clouds. then i tasted mango.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[allnightstay]

A Birthday Full of Laughter 🎂

Summary: Lee Know held I.N. for birthday punches but apparently something else happened instead 🤭

Lee: Jeongin

Ler: Stray Kids minus Jeongin

⚠️ this is a tickle fic based off of what Innie said during his live birthday celebration, if you're not into that, please keep scrolling

Jeongin should have known something was up the moment Lee Know grabbed him from behind.

"Alright, guys! Time for birthday hits!" Lee Know announced with a smirk, locking his arms firmly around the youngest member’s torso. Jeongin yelped, instinctively struggling as the rest of Stray Kids gathered around him.

"Wait, wait, wait—let’s talk about this!" he laughed nervously, twisting in Lee Know’s grasp.

"Why? It’s tradition," Han teased, cracking his knuckles dramatically.

Felix grinned. "Sorry, Innie. We don’t make the rules."

But there was something about the way they were all smirking at each other that made Jeongin suspicious. His heart pounded in anticipation, not knowing when or where the first hit would come.

Then, instead of a sharp slap to his back or arms, he felt something light brush against his ribs.

"W-Wait—!" His voice cracked as he flinched, eyes widening in shock.

It happened again, but this time, more than one hand. Someone was scribbling along his sides, another set of fingers wiggling under his arms.

"NOHO! Ahahaaha! No, no, nooo!" Jeongin shrieked, his body jerking as the realization hit him. They weren’t going to hit him at all. They were tickling him!

Lee Know kept a firm hold on him, grinning. "Oh? What’s wrong, Innie? We’re just giving you your birthday ‘hits’!"

"B-But—ahahahaa *gasp* this isn’t—!" Jeongin dissolved into breathless giggles as Chan’s fingers found the spot just under his ribs, skillfully kneading into the sensitive area. He twisted, but Lee Know wasn’t letting him go anytime soon.

"Hyung! St-Staha—AH! HYUNJIN, NOHOHO!" His plea turned into a screech when Hyunjin decided to wiggle his fingers against Jeongin’s tummy, poking and scratching in random patterns.

"This is way more fun than hitting you," Hyunjin said, laughing as Jeongin kicked his legs out wildly.

Seungmin, of course, was ruthless. He went straight for Jeongin’s worst spot—his knees. "You always react the most here," Seungmin mused, squeezing gently before rapidly skittering his fingers over the exposed skin.

"SE-SEUNGMIN! STAHA—NOT THEHEHERE!" Jeongin howled, thrashing in Lee Know’s arms. His giggles turned to outright cackles as his bandmates fully ganged up on him.

Felix, ever the soft-hearted one, just gently fluttered his fingers over Jeongin’s neck and ears, grinning at how much the younger squirmed from even the lightest touch.

"Are you having fun, birthday boy?" Changbin teased, drilling into Jeongin’s sides.

"NOHO! IHIHIT’S TOO MUHUCH!" Jeongin wailed, face red from laughter, his body weak from the relentless tickling.

"You have to take twenty four tickles for your age," Han joked, tapping his fingers against Jeongin’s ribs like a piano. "One, two, three—"

"AHH! NOHO, STOP COUNTING!" Jeongin bucked wildly, tears pricking his eyes from how hard he was laughing. His stomach ached, his cheeks hurt, and yet they showed no signs of mercy.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lee Know released his grip, letting Jeongin collapse onto the couch in a breathless, giggling heap.

"Th-That was evil," he panted, weakly swatting at whoever was closest.

"It was fun, though!" Felix beamed, patting Jeongin’s head. "You laughed so much!"

"Yeah," Hyunjin smirked. "And it’s better than bruises, right?"

Jeongin groaned dramatically. "I don’t know... I might have preferred the hits."

That was a lie.

And everyone knew it.

[4ranghaes]

hi 🙋🏻👋👋 idk if your still taking song fic reqs but i really want one for woonhak 🙈🙈 you write so good with your fluffs (even angst 🤭) and i really like the idea of your song fics!! TAKE YOUR TIME AND 🫀 YOU

song fic!💋

now playing… new york kiss by spoon

kim woonhak x reader [fluff, gender neutral!reader]

a/n - hiya anonie!!! always taking requests do not worry😁😁 thank you so much!!! also i have the flu rn so im sorry if this comes out a bit nonsensical😃

11:27 - “it’s new york!”

you laughed, letting go of your boyfriend’s hand as he ran through the crowd of people ahead of you, stopping and outstretching his arms, looking up to the sky.

“had you not realised the whole 13 hours we were on the plane?” you teased, catching up to him as he wrapped his arms around you.

“but–but this is it, you know?!” he exclaimed, looking from the people to the billboards to the shops below. “i’ve been here before but this is us, in new york.”

“i know!” you smiled, letting woonhak’s arms wrap around you tightly as you turned around, both of you looking about time square with an amazed smile on your faces.

“you know,” woonhak hummed, burying his face in your neck, “there’s something i always wanted to do.”

“what’s that?” you asked, removing yourself from his grasp and taking his hand, continuing your journey forward.

“have you ever seen sleepless in seattle?” he asked, an excited twinkle in his eyes as he looked at you.

you shook your head. “you know seattle’s not new york, right?”

“ah shut up, you haven’t seen the movie,” woonhak scoffed, brushing off your comment as you laughed. “we just need to go to the empire state building, okay?”

“oh yeah, of course!” you gasped, “that’s one of the places i wanted to go.”

woonhak smiled, pulling out his phone and following the map the short walk to the empire state building.

“what’s the hurry?” you laughed, as woonhak, with your hand in his, began running towards the building.

“ugh, there’s such a long queue!” he whined, stamping his foot impatiently.

“woonhak-ah, it’s okay,” you smiled, stroking his cheek with your thumb, “we have a whole three days, okay?”

woonhak nodded slowly with a smile, “i just want to make sure this is the best trip ever. i want to make sure every time you think of new york, you think of me.”

“i think that’ll be pretty sure!” you exclaimed, “you brought me here, woon-ie! as a gift! no one’s ever done anything like that for me before.”

he nodded sheepishly, his lips in a proud pout as he kicked his foot about on the patterned floor below him. the queue moved slowly for two hours, passing the time between you with shared stories, laughs and kisses, until finally you reached the ‘main deck’.

“shall we not just continue to the top one?” you hummed, as woonhak dragged you out the lift.

he shook his head definitively, “this is where it happens.”

“oh in sleepless in seattle?”

he nodded with a smile. as you walked out onto the deck you suddenly dropped his hand, gasping and running to the edge.

“it’s new york!”

woonhak laughed, chasing after you, “that’s what i said!”

“i can’t believe it,” you smiled, wrapping your arm around your boyfriend’s waist, looking out over the city as you leaned your head on his shoulder, “thank you for bringing me here.”

woonhak didn’t respond, bringing his hands to your face and cupping it in his palms. he leaned forward slowly, kissing you. it felt like the longest kiss in the world, you felt on top of the world. when you pulled away from each other, you were breathless, a smile painted over both your features.

“they meet here,” he pants, a sheepish smile on his face, “its the final scene of the movie, it’s really romantic.”

[moonstarsunflower]

Cosmos

by moonstarsunflower

pairing : lee chan (dino) x fem reader

summary : you and chan go stargazing and he starts to question your admiration for the night sky but you have all the answers in the universe

genre : fluff, non-idol!au, slow burn, just two adults talking about cosmic wonders

notes : photos not mine, credits to rightful owners!

warnings : none really, unless you consider existential crisis a warning? 🤭

word count : 2.8k

a/n : so this is like a redemption fic for Chan who didn't have a happy ending in that other story i wrote 👀; a whole experience wrapped in stardust. ✨🌌

"What are you looking at?"

Chan asked as he quietly sat beside you.

"Just the night sky. Or, well, everything in it that I can see."

You replied just as quietly, staring up at the dark night sky.

Chan looked up. He never noticed it before, perhaps it's because he never really paid attention to it.

But there were a lot of stars.

"What's up with it?"

"Hm... Constellations."

"Where are they, though? I've never really seen one before."

"Or maybe you've seen one, you just never noticed it."

You said, giving him a grin.

You then scanned the dark skies, trying to look for something easy.

"Look," you pointed above, "over there with the three stars lined up?"

His eyes followed where your index finger pointed.

"Oh yeah, I think I've seen that before."

You smiled at him.

"That's the belt of Orion. And do you see those surrounding stars? There's four of them."

You pointed at the bright, twinkling stars. "One, two, three, four."

"Yeah, I can see it."

Chan smiled too when he saw the pattern.

"That's Orion the Hunter. That red one at the top left? That's the star Betelgeuse."

"Oh..."

"And that bright blue one at the lower right, that's Rigel. The two brightest stars of Orion. When you see the belt, you can always look at both Rigel and Betelgeuse, just to confirm that it is Orion you're looking at."

Chan nodded slowly. At first, he didn't really understand it.

The way you talked about the stars as if they were people. He didn't understand it.

"Wow... How do you know their names?" He asked.

"Just searched it. But you know, I just memorized it because I'm always looking at them."

You shrugged, as if it was the most normal thing. The smile on your face was calm, the excitement slowly rushing through your blood.

"Haha! Cute."

He chuckled lightly.

"You know what's cuter?"

Your eyes were wide.

"What?"

He asked.

"You see the belt right?"

"Yeah."

You grinned excitedly, eyes full of wonder.

"If you look under the belt, you can see the faint stars over there. Do you see it?"

Chan squinted. It was faint, but he could make out a bit of it.

"Yeah... yeah, I can see it."

Your smile widened, teeming with excitement.

"That's actually the Orion nebula. Well—since it's so faint, you'll think they're just stars. But one of them is a nebula. That line that they form is called the sword, hanging from the belt."

Chan chuckled at the information. It seemed funny, but in a good way.

Orion just seems like this person that you can see in the sky instead of a constellation—which, if he thinks about it, seems true. He can see the pattern now.

He can see the body, the belt, and the sword. All that's left is the rest of the constellation.

You said Orion is a big constellation, and that he was only seeing a bit of the whole picture. There were a lot more stars connected to it, they're just not as visible as the other stars.

So his eyebrows furrowed in question.

"What is a nebula?"

"Well, it's not a star. It's actually a giant cloud of gas and dust floating in space. Sometimes, they act as a stellar nursery. Other times, not exactly."

Your eyes lit up, lips beaming with enthusiasm.

You weren't sure why Chan was suddenly so interested in what you had to say about the stars, but you continued anyway.

"It's difficult to explain in full so to make it simple, it's where stars are born." You said with a satisfied grin. "But like I said, other times, not exactly."

Chan grinned as he nodded at you.

That upward turn of your lips reaches the heavens when you talk about stars.

And he's utterly mesmerized.

Even before you started talking about your love for the night sky, he was already smitten by your soft smile.

But this one, this one radiant smile you have right now, it's his favorite one.

"That's actually very cool, Y/N."

You looked over to him, not realizing that he was already looking at you.

And a blush spread across your cheeks, warmth rushing over your face despite the cold breeze.

Lee Chan, your neighbor of two years, was not exactly the type who likes to sit in silence and stare at the night sky, like you.

So you weren't sure why he was doing it now.

Perhaps, it's the fact that for a lot of nights in a row in that time span that he's been your neighbor, Chan has been seeing you going out of your door, walking toward the stairs and hanging out at the rooftop of your apartment building.

He's right next door to you. And every time he's about to throw his trash at night, he spots you just about to leave for the rooftop.

You and him never really talked before—just the occasional nod in the hallway, a quiet greeting in passing.

You didn't know where he worked, he didn't know where you did either.

But as the months passed by, you began to see each other more often. It was more than just passing by in the hallways, or him seeing you going to the rooftop when he's about to take out his trash.

You began seeing each other outside of your apartment building.

Once, you bumped into him in the nearby grocery store. He was also buying groceries.

You usually take the local commute on the way back home, but he offered to give you a ride home in his car. You were neighbors, after all.

Another time, he spotted you at a café with your friends. He was alone, about to go home after chilling out and drinking coffee at the same place.

He was all smiles when he saw you and couldn't help but say hi.

Your friends teased you for how good-looking your neighbor is after he left.

You never really thought of it, but yes, he is cute.

Now, you're not sure why Chan suddenly decided to start joining you on your nightly rooftop trips.

At first, it was just a one-time thing—on a cool summer night, overlooking the quiet rural houses below.

The streetlights made it harder to spot the stars, but you could still find some of your favorite constellations.

Like Orion the Hunter.

You had a good time with him, despite him not quite yet getting your fondness of stargazing. All he can see was just random stars.

The morning after, when you were on your daily jogging, he joined you.

He also jogs, but usually takes a different route.

That moment he joined you, you also suddenly realized that you've been seeing him already prior to meeting him as your neighbor.

Because then you remembered it was him you always passed by in the mornings mid-jogging, which you never really paid attention to before.

Meanwhile for Chan, he'd noticed you earlier on and was very surprised as well that you were his neighbor. But he'd told you he was too shy to introduce himself back then.

You two began to hang out more often after that.

Afternoon coffee breaks when you have the time, early morning jogging when you spot each other, and sometimes dinner outside in fast food places when you chance upon each other after work.

It's safe to say that he'd become one of your personal friends outside of the workplace.

One time, you had mentioned that since you're in the part of the region where there are still numerous lights despite living in the countryside, the stars are not as visible.

So tonight, Saturday at 10pm, he had brought you to a quiet night park where people can stargaze without the presence of many lights.

"What was it called again? You know, the thing with lights?"

He asked, curiosity sparking.

"Light pollution. It's when a place has so many lights that you won't be able to see the stars as better compared to when there's no light."

"So, this place has no light pollution?"

You looked at the few dim streetlights that are far away from each other.

"Well, you could say that."

He nodded as a serene silence engulfed the both of you.

You continued to look up at the stars, and you wished you had the necessary equipment for gazing at them.

But at the moment, you were contented with just your eyeglasses, as long as you can see them clearly.

"Why do you like it so much?" Chan asked. "Staring at the stars?"

You took a deep breath as the wind breezed through the trees.

"They're just beautiful."

"But they're just stars."

You chuckled a bit.

"Yeah, they are. But they're still beautiful." You shrugged. "Imagine if you can go up in space and come face to face with one. You would feel so small because of how big they truly are. That alone amazes me."

"Why?"

When Chan looked up, and really focused his gaze at the night sky, only then he realized how many stars there were.

The ones he thought he saw earlier—there were even more now.

At first, he tried to count, but not even five seconds later he's already lost.

There were countless of them.

"They look small because they're so far away. Our sun alone? We know it's so much bigger than the biggest planet in our solar system. But there are far bigger stars out there."

Chan couldn't take his eyes away from the stars, especially the constellation you pointed out earlier.

"So much bigger than our sun. But they just look smaller. Like a dot in the sky, because they're just... farther away."

"Really?"

"Yep." You smiled.

A smile that's only reserved for the dark starry skies above you.

The kind that's small, soft, full of awe and wonder.

"That's how vast the universe is."

When Chan looked at you, he couldn't help but find you... ethereal.

There's a quaint simplicity in you—so tranquil and pleasant.

Yet, you exuded such confidence, such passion.

And he wasn't sure how it was possible.

Because all you were doing was just gazing at the stars.

"You know..."

You started. Chan listened intently, though he was back staring at the stars again.

"I like looking at them because something about knowing that we're just these tiny beings compared to what's out there is comforting."

"How so?"

He furrowed his eyebrows and you laughed at how he looked so puzzled.

"What's out there—stars, galaxies, black holes, voids, and just every thing—they're so big and they live billions of years. And for us here on Earth, we think time is so slow, but compared to them, we only live for a few years. Out there, time moves fast, yet they still outlive us."

"How is that comforting? Isn't it a little bit absurd to think about? I mean—I don't know. Since I've never thought about it that much, it feels weird to me that the stars live way longer than us. Yet we're the ones discovering these things outside of Earth. You get what I mean?"

The both of you laughed at the thought, but as the laughter faded, Chan's brows remained slightly furrowed.

"Well, yeah, I get it," you said. "We're the intelligent ones, the ones who can name these things, study them, and understand the difference between Earth and everything beyond it. But even so, it's not like there's anything we can do about it. It's just the way things are. Unless we discover the fountain of youth and start living billions of years—which, let's be real, isn't happening—everything out there will just naturally outlive us."

Chan hummed, still deep in thought. "I guess so..."

His voice trailed off, uncertainty still lingering in his expression. It was clear he was still trying to piece something together.

"And?" he asked after a pause.

You glanced at him, tilting your head. "And...?"

"You make it sound like that should mean something." He shifted slightly, his gaze searching yours. "That us being so small compared to everything out there—why does that even matter?"

A soft chuckle left your lips.

"Well, in the grand scheme of things, all my problems, my mistakes, even my achievements in life, won't matter in a few years. Soon, I'll pass like a grain of sand being carried away by the wind and into the vastness of space. And to be honest? We can't even be compared to a grain of sand. Outer space is so big—us humans are practically nothing. We're not even a speck of dust in this massive universe."

Chan blinked at you, brows knitting together slightly.

"Hm..."

"What?" you asked, amused.

"I still don't get it," he admitted, shaking his head lightly. Yet, his smile displayed deep intrigue in what you had to say. "What are you actually trying to say?"

You chuckled softly again, watching the stars twinkle above.

"It means everything we're stressing about—our problems, our work, our lives—it's all just a fleeting moment in cosmic time."

When Chan tried to think about it, you were right.

He may not be as interested as you about the universe, but he realized, you were right.

He doesn't quite get your fascination with it at first. But somehow, he gets you.

If he thinks about it, as in really think about it: the world is nothing compared to the vastness of space.

"Is that why you love the stars?"

He asked with a soft voice.

"Yes."

You answered just as softly.

"If there's anywhere I want to be when I'm gone, it would be space. I'd want to explore the wonder and beauty of the universe without limits. I'd want to get close to the largest star in existence but never burn from it. I'd want to enter a black hole just to see what's inside of it. I'd want to land on Neptune and see everything the ice giant has to offer. I'd want to see how galaxies merge and form another one that's way bigger and more complex."

Chan couldn't help but smile fondly at you.

"I want to go to the edge of the observable universe and see what's beyond it."

Your wish sounds so impossible, it may even be silly to some.

But not to him.

He finds you so endearing, so passionate about your interests.

Perhaps, that's what he likes about you.

He can listen to you all night talking about the beauty of the stars, and he'd never get tired.

He likes it so much.

Stargazing with you?

He loves it so much.

He didn't before, but he does now.

As long as it's with you.

"The stars are beautiful, Y/N."

He commented, now with a sense of awe and admiration toward them.

"Yeah. They are."

You answered, both so mindlessly yet just as mindfully.

The stars are beautiful. The night sky is majestic. The universe is vast and full of wonder.

It's as if it's the most normal thing for you, the most common things to say.

Yet, it's also not.

It's like you know that not everyone will say the same things, let alone even notice just how immersive those heavenly bodies can be.

And he gets it now.

Your affinity for what's beyond Earth.

After so many nights seeing you going to that rooftop just to gaze at the countless stars.

After tagging along on those quiet nights, pretending to look at the stars when really, he was only looking at you.

After realizing that you are in your zone, quiet and lost in your own deep thoughts, probably seeing a world full of colors while everybody else just sees dots in the sky.

It's so rare in people. He doesn't often meet someone who talks about space as deeply as you.

It's like you're an old soul of some kind.

It's like you are one with the universe.

And you?

He likes you so much.

"Thanks for hanging out with me. I know most people find this boring. I won't be surprised if you did."

You chuckled.

Chan laughed too, but he shook his head.

"No. I think it's wonderful. Your passion. I like it. I like seeing the stars too, I just realized it now. Especially when there are a lot of them in the sky."

"If you look close enough, you'll see a lot of constellations."

"Tell me more about them."

"I will." You scrunched up your nose in excitement. "But you might be bored already. Should we go now?"

Chan looked at you, finding you lovely in your calmest form.

"Nah, let's stare at them more. I really like it."

He does.

But most importantly, he just wants to spend more time with you.

Under the stars, upon the grass, beyond the cosmos.

just imagine ; svt | masterlist

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a/n: omg it's been so long since i last posted smth! 🥺

i'm so sorry, life just has its way of making me so busy that i don't even have time for my hobbies anymore. sigh.

i guess this is like my apology letter in the form of a story. hope you guys like it, it's inspired by recent events in everyday life and how looking up above may make you feel okay after all the bad things that can happen in life. 🌌

questions? send your thoughts! feedbacks are much appreciated!

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©️ 2025, moonstarsunflower. All rights reserved. Do not copy, repost, or use without permission.

[boba-beom]

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ super shy | HUENINGKAI

pairing: kai x gn!reader

genre: fluff, little suggestive, humour | oneshot

warnings: pictures are black hair kai but I mention current kai (blond kai), established relationship, attempts of flirting, kai’s attempt at a pick-up line lmao, flustered kai, bickering (affectionately), kai and reader trying to out-flirt each other, pet names (my love, sweetheart, baby ect.), kisses, a lot of physical affection, the first and many ‘I love you’ 🤭

summary: going through the transition of being in love with your best friend to actually being an official item has been a huge learning curve for the both of you. it’s been 7 months since that day and you adore him so much that you so happen to slip up the ‘L’ word.

wc: 1.4k

a/n: an incredibly late fic for kai’s birthday <3 after the bulacan concert it made me so grateful to have known a precious soul like him :��) he’s so endearing I think I’m a closeted ningdungie 🥹 I have so much love for him :(( I hope you guys enjoy reading!!

the holding hands, lingering kisses and copious amounts of hugs have been the highlights of your relationship. however, the inside jokes, the deep talks and the genuine comfort you feel from each other is what made you two progress further to your full potential of being inseparable from one another.

“yn, what’re you doing today?” kai asks through the phone, his head tilting to a cute angle to which his unstyled, blond hair brushes over his eyes. his hair is getting so long now, you think to yourself.

“I’ve just been cleaning the flat, really. wanna come over? I miss you.” you say, folding one of your boyfriend’s hoodies that he left because of that one time you didn’t want him to leave, as per. his scent is still as strong from when he applied cologne on the neck of the clothing; hints of sweet fruits with a floral touch. he knew how much you loved it when you’d nuzzle into the crook of his neck while cuddling.

whenever your flatmate was away he’d offer to stay over until they came back, and recently he stayed for almost 3 weeks. you never want to waste a day when you’re together, and if you don’t have many plans you would go for a long walk, at least once a day, if not every other day.

“you miss me?” he giggles. he knows that even being together for three whole weeks isn't enough. “what do you want me to bring over?”

this was a habit of his. always having to bring something over at your place, whether it be his nintendo switch console which would lead to never-ending rounds of mario kart or food, but you only wanted one thing. you place down the folded hoodie and pull an exaggerated thinking face, arms crossed with your index finger to your chin.

“I think you should just bring yourself, I can never get enough of you.” you wink at him and watch his cheeks gradually ombre into pink hues from your statement.

“I’ll be there in fifteen!” he chimes, rushing to end the call and get ready. you giggle to yourself, he's so cute and it's just so endearing.

there have been times where you were indecisive about your relationship, but not because you didn’t know if you liked kai or not, but because if things don’t work out you just hoped that it wouldn’t be awkward. thankfully, the both of you had the same idea to confess to each other — thanks to taehyun and beomgyu’s hard work in trying to push you guys to do so. now, being in this situation you can finally say that you’re at a good place in life.

a specific knocking pattern on the door was something you’ve been anticipating since kai ended the call, knowing that he does his cute little rhythm. he told you before that he only has two knocking patterns; the standard five knocks in a row and his little pattern he has only for you.

as soon as you open the door you find him holding a bouquet of red tulips, his tall figure almost hovering above you as he has this boyish grin on his face.

“I got you these tulips, but I’m hoping our two lips can meet instead.” he presents the bouquet in one hand from behind his back. he opens his arms for you to jump up and wrap your arms over his shoulders while his wraps around your waist.

your foreheads lean against each other before you chuckle while maintaining eye contact, “baby, you’re so cute, you know.” you whisper before tilting your head to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. his lips lingered a little longer, pecking your lips a couple more times before pulling away.

“I’ve missed you too.” he gives you a gentle forehead kiss before letting you get back onto your feet.

grabbing ahold of his hand you lead him into the living room where you expect him to get comfy, but as you go into the kitchen to grab him a glass of grape juice from the fridge he follows you, wanting to do it himself. you being stubborn, you do it before him and he admits defeat.

you can feel his body heat radiate behind you as you stand by the countertop and he gives you a long back hug, resting his chin on your shoulder and feeling his soft exhales hitting the side of your neck.

“I could have done it myself. you know this is like my home too.” he tightens his arms around your waist, nuzzling into your neck until you feel the hairs standing.

“I know, but I wanna do it for you, baby.” his hold on you loosens, but he doesn’t let you go. just loose enough for you to turn around with his arms still around you until he decides to lean against the countertop, trapping you in the middle. you lean back a little to see his expression, he’s trying his best to not break into a grin as you watch the corners of his lips itching to turn upwards. the pink hues on the apples of his cheeks were still blooming.

“you drive me insane, yn.” he kisses your temple, before taking ahold of the glass of grape juice you had just poured out for him, watching him walk into the living room so nonchalantly and finding an anime movie to watch together.

you follow after him and sit close enough for your legs to hang over his lap. you love the physical affection. even as best friends back then, the both of you would always be mistaken as a couple from the way you two would have your hands lingering together with the urge to intertwine, linking arms, and even from sharing food or drinks.

kai was someone you were happy with your parents meeting. your dad had already started to treat him like his son-in-law after you heard that they would go out to eat together while you were at work.

it’s almost like he was an angel sent to you, with every one of your loved ones approving of him from the very beginning.

“oh, do I now?" you tease as you playfully stick out your tongue.

"oh always." he matches your sarcastic energy, and you both laugh together for a moment. his gesture was the opposite of his words.

he brings his gentle hand to cup your face with his thumb slowly rubbing your cheek back and forth. you swear you could feel your heart about to jump out of your chest, you were hoping if it did that kai would catch it regardless. the motion was so endearing that you hadn't realised that the both of you had been staring into each other's eyes. his eyes were so beautiful. holding all things lovely and genuine with a hint of playfulness as he scans your face, which was reciprocating the same.

you sigh into the warmth of his palm, "I love you, kai."

his thumb stops moving and his eyes widen ever so slightly, "yn, I-"

"oh my god, I didn't realise. it just... slipped." a bashful smile replaces the shocked expression you had for a fraction of a second.

"so, you don't love me?" kai raises a brow, putting his hand down back on his lap.

"no! oh god." panic courses through your veins as you find a way to save yourself in this situation. "of course I love you. I love you so much you don't understa—"

you didn't get to finish your sentence, yet kai has pressed his lips against yours. the familiar warmth igniting in your chest as he tilts his head and you following after. you've never kissed anyone like this before, the type that makes your chest heave from the lack of air. the type that makes your heart pound so much that it's all you hear in your ears. the type of kiss that feels just right, knowing you have found your person, and it's kai. it's always been kai.

pulling your lips away, he chases them once more for quick pecks as if you're his favourite baked good from the bakery. your foreheads rest against each others, watching his lips transition from a held back smile to a full grin and an airy giggle.

"don't be silly, my love." he starts. "of course I understand. and I love you so so much that words are not enough."

"do you think our two lips should meet again?" you rest your head on his shoulder, facing his neck. he shudders from your warm exhales against his skin.

"I know our two lips should meet again," he kisses your temple. "and again," then to your cheek. "and again." and a final kiss to your lips, reuniting them once more.

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[mm-slashing-boy]

Day three of watching Arcane. This might be my last day if I play my cards right. I might be able to watch the entirety of season two.

⚠️⚠️ SPOILERS FOR SEASON TWO BELOW ⚠️⚠️

Episode one, season two, Heavy Is the Crown. Oh, my fucking God. WHAT THE HELL?? BRUH, JINX KILLED THREE COUNCILORS AND KNOCKED OUT MY VIKTOR?? HELL NAH. NUH-UH, YOU AIN'T GETTING AWAY FROM THAT, POWDER. AND NOW THE ATTACK ON THE MEMORIAL?? It's too much, dawg. I thought Jayce was gonna die for a second, then Vi saved his ass last second. Love to see it. Was hoping Caitlyn and Violet would kiss, but alas. 😔😔

Update pt. 2; Episode two, season two, Watch It All Burn. Jinx getting emotional over not being able to kill her sister is very sad and real. AND I'VE SEEN THAT KID BEFORE! JINX "ADOPTS" THEM I'M PRETTY SURE! Viktor crawling out of that Hexcore plasma like a cocoon... Man, I love symbolism. And I love him as a God. I, too, would get down on my knees and worship him. 🤭🤭 He got that dead eyes, tired look to him that makes me giggle like a madman. AND JAYCE AND VIKTOR BREAK-UP SCENE?? NEARLY MADE ME SOB, Y'ALL.

Update pt. 3; Episode three, season two, Finally Got the Name Right. AMBESSA, YOU BASTARD. YOU TURNED CAITLYN. HOW DARE YOU?? And Cait and Vi finally got their kiss, I'm so happy. 🥰🥰 Jayce is glitching out, though. I'm getting worried about him. And Viktor. AND ISHA WAS SO INNOCENT. GIRL, YOU DO NOT KNOW WHO YOU'RE PROTECTING.

Update pt. 4; Episode four, season two, Paint the Town Blue. Jinx literally started a riot. Good for her. AND VIKTOR MENTION... BUT NO VIKTOR?? JAYCE MENTION... BUT NO JAYCE?? THEY'RE STARVING ME, GANG. And they took my girl Isha. Give her back. AND MADDIE?? I LIKE YOU, BUT WHAT THE FUCK?? YOU TOOK VIOLET'S GIRL. :[[ AND VANDER?? VANDER AT THE END??? WAS THAT HIM???? HOLY FUCKING SHIT. THEY GAVE ME MY OLD BRITISH MAN BACK!! 💛💛

Update pt. 5; Episode five, season two, Blisters and Bedrock. They turned Vi emo. I cannot believe this. Change her back. 😭😭 SILCO LOOKED SO GOOD WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER, THOUGH! (Honestly, he did in the present, too.) Jayce looks HOT as hell, loving the beard. AND VIKTOR CAN TALK THROUGH PEOPLE?? NEED HIM TO POSSESS ME LIKE THAT, MY GOD. But did you really need to kill Salo, Jayce. C'mon, man, he didn't do anything.

Update pt. 6; Episode six, season two, The Message Hidden Within the Pattern. Where do I even begin? VIKTOR LOOKS SO FUCKING HOT THAT IT'S ILLEGAL. SOMEONE RESTRAIN HIM. JAYCE, I STILL LOVE YOU, BUT WHAT IN THE EVER-LOVING FUCK DID YOU JUST DO?! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT, YOU BASTARD?!?! AND ISHA JUST DECIDES TO SACRIFICE HERSELF?? WHAT THE FUCK, AND WE STILL HAVE THREE EPISODES LEFT. I CANNOT HANDLE THIS (I will continue to handle this).

Update pt. 7; Episode seven, season two, Pretend Like It's the First Time. Okay, as interesting and sad as this episode was, it was definitely the most boring of them. Like, it's nice to have knowledge of what happened when Jayce, Heimerdinger, and Ekko were briefly gone, but it went on for a long while. BUT HEIMERDINGER EXPLODED?? HE PULLED A SKY??? NAHHHH, C'MON, MAN.

Update pt. 8; Episode eight, season two, Killing Is a Cycle. Mel's got powers now, which is really cool. Her skin is golden (quite literally). Cait and Vi got a pseudo sex scene, too! Yippie! AND VIKTOR IS STILL HOT AS FUCK. GODDAMN, EVEN IF HE'S BECOME AN ANTAGONIST, HE'S STILL THE BEST MAN. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

Update pt. 9; Episode nine, season two, The Dirt Under Your Nails. Well, gang, we made it through, and needless to say, I've come out broken. First of all, Maddie is a backstabbing snake and deserved to die. Can't believe they actually made me hate her. Secondly, the fight between the robot Viktor inhabited and Jayce was... weirdly sensual? I don't know how to explain it. I think it's because Viktor has that sexy-ass voice. Third of all, good to finally see Ekko use that time loop mechanism I've seen him use before in edits. Lastly, WHAT DO YOU MEAN VIKTOR, JAYCE, VANDER, AND JINX DIE?? WHAT THE FUCK??? YOU KILL OFF MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS JUST LIKE THAT???? HELL NAH, I'M GONNA EXPLODE. It's okay, though, they will forever live within my AU and in fanfiction. 👍👍

Overall, 12/10 show. Was very gay, which I loved. Went in with low expectations and came out a changed man. Goes to show you don't have to be afraid of change (in this case, watching a new show), and can just keep moving on.

[brighteststar707]

Parallels

You carry parts of past lives with you. You can't help it, you're made up of all the people you've loved before.

A reset theory idea I revived from a years-old draft about picking up traits from people you spend a lot of time around (as I'm quite prone to doing🤭).

There has always been this strange familiarity to you. Even back in the early days, it always felt like you were someone Saeyoung had known for years.

He likes to tease you about being easy to read, but it's more than that. The things he recognises in you are things he has grown to love so much in his closest friends.

He loves to tell silly jokes just to hear you laugh. When he promised you a life that would be happy and without worry, he meant it. Your laugh is infectious, addicting even. A laugh from you is an affirmation to someone as insecure as him.

It took him a while to catch on to the way your giggles resemble Yoosung's sometimes. It's not every time, but more than enough times to be a noticeable quirk of yours. The slight hiss of air escaping through your teeth, the precursor to a proper, real laugh.

That was the first parallel he drew. But it was not the last.

He thought he was imagining things at first, making connections where there weren't any to be made. But then you teasingly called him honey for the first time, truly affectionate and sugary-sweet and it was impossible to not think about how he had seen Zen do the same thing before to make fans of his blush. Of course, this trick worked just as well on him when you did it. When you were in these moods, you were magnetic, more so than even Zen could be.

There is something about how, during discussions, you pause to gather your thoughts right before you're about to conclude a point. You have told him you do it to try and collect your thoughts into a coherent sentence so you don't jumble everything up. He thinks it's smart (and cute). It's something he is trying to implement in his life now.

He also knows it's something Jumin practices and advises others to do too. On occasion, during RFA gatherings, Saeyoung watches you and Jumin have a conversation and fall into similar patterns of speech. It's mesmerising, like watching two mirror images.

It is only after a few years, after getting closer to Jaehee at all that realises there are similarities between the two of you too.

He sees a small echo of her in the way that you tackle challenges, not just the resilience he has always known you're capable of but the way you can dissect a problem down to its core and handle it piece by piece. In the tone and cadence you use when instructing others, kind but deliberate, with no room for doubt.

But she's also in your excitement, in the way your voice builds up and rises in pitch when you're talking about something you love. If it wasn't something he recognised from your first weeks together, he'd attribute it to your many musical movie nights.

It wouldn't be fair to say that these traits are identical to theirs. They're things that are so inherent to you, he couldn't imagine you without your funny hiss-laugh or the cadence of your voice when you're measuring out your words. He finds comfort all the same in the little overlap between you and his friends. It may puzzle him sometimes, but he wouldn't change it for the world.

The cherry on the cake was one day when you were chatting and you scrunched your nose before telling a joke, in the same way he knows he does sometimes. His heart swelled three sizes that day and he wouldn't stop teasing you about it.