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[the-star-collective]

⋆₊★ The Star Collective ★₊⋆

Hello! We're The Star Collective, a newly discovered system!

We suspect that it's DID, but that can be confirmed by a professional once we have the courage to go see one.

We're bodily 20

We collectively use they/them pronouns.

Our pronouns.cc

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Alter Tags

Nex (host) - 🍄🌙

Valentina (host) - 💗

Lex - 💋

Astra - ⭐️

Seven - 🖇

Basil - 🌿

Danny - 🧿

(We'll add alters and their tags as they post or you can find it on our pronouns.cc page)

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pls DNI (pro)endos

[nkogneatho]

size kink is so fucking hot.

"too big for you, right?", "c'mon doll you can take it.", "you came? but i just put my tip in baby." "shh i am here princess, hold onto me.", "attagirl, you're taking it like a champ.", "look at you, fucking yourself on a cock that was too big for you.", "cum on it baby. fhuuck. you're squeezing me."

[filthweb]

Oooo, what about fucking married geto!?

He knows he shouldn't be doing this, his wife doesn't deserve this, she's not actually a bad wife, she's just kinda boring ya know? But you are so young and flexible, both physically and morally, and so fun, you do whatever freaky shit he asks and you do it with a smile.

hmmmm...marrier cult leader!geto??? yeah i believe he'd be into freaky shit but his wife is just plain boring for him, as a person she is sweetest. he only married her to gain an asset that he can use later.

then he met you, a curse user who doesn't know how to control her full potential yet, so he takes you under his wing. it's only after a few weeks he realized how obedient you are, and so easy to manipulate. and you expect him not to take advantage of it? impossible.

you, an innocent sweet young girl, are letting him go raw in you for the first time. hell he hasn't even put it in without a condom with his wife yet. but something about exploitating your pussy is such a fucking turn on. he asks if you're on birth control but you're too fucked out to process and answer anything. you just nod. perfect. he is planning to turn you into his personal cumdump.

the next time you meet his wife, you're unable to make eye contact with her. not like you regret it—you'll continue because you love it—but because she is always so sweet to you that you wonder if she never knew what her husband is like.

a few weeks later, you come crying to suguru. at moments like this, he'd fuck your sadness away but when he realized the pink stick your hand, his world was shaken.

[https-dandelion]

one of my playlists / letter from last summer by charlie burg / please stay by lucy dacus / high school in jakarta by niki (x2) / on earth we're briefly gorgeous by ocean vuong / facebook friends by niki / nonbeliever by lucy dacus / his car isn't yours by wendy / autumn by niki / please stay by lucy dacus / in my head by maisie peters / oceans & engines by niki / before by niki / in my head by maisie peters

[eunandonly]

why’d you only call me when you’re high? ( 이희승 )

you keep telling yourself you’re done with heeseung and his late night calls, but the door’s still unlocked. it’s the same cycle: him showing up, you giving in, and both pretending it means something.

pairing: heeseung x fem. reader [ masterlist ]

warnings: toxicity, alcohol mentions, drug mentions (weed), heeseung is high, heeseung is an asshole, kissing, skinship, angst, reader is lowkey kind of dumb

word count: 1.3k

🖇️ : a bit different than the stuff i usually post but yeah

you stare down at the message on your phone, the screen illuminating your face in the darkness of your living room. the words blur slightly, not because you're crying- no, you're well past that- but your tired eyes can't believe this is happening again.

heeseung: you up?

three words. simple and deliberate. always arriving at the same time. they're heeseung's signature, a routine written into your life against your will. you don't need to ask why he's texting you now, hours past midnight when everyone is asleep and the streets empty and bare. the answer is always the same. he's either drunk, high, or both. and he wants you to be the soft landing he definitely doesn't deserve.

your fingers hover over the keyboard, hesitant and unsure. it always goes like this. you know fully well that if you reply, you'll end up letting him step into your home in hopes of something. and you know fully well that when you wake up tomorrow morning, he'll be long gone. bed empty, leaving you to piece together the wreckage he never stays long enough to clean.

your phone vibrates suddenly in your hand, heeseung's number popping up on the screen. he's calling you, and all you can do is stare at the green and red buttons in surprise. it only occurs to you know that you still haven't deleted his contact after countless times of telling yourself you would.

you don't even know why you're surprised that he’s calling. when the liquor burns and the smoke clouds his mind, you're the only number heeseung remembers.

with trembling fingers, you click the green button. you click the green button even though you know you'll regret it later. you click the green button just like you did a hundred times before because as much as you hate to admit it, you can never ignore him.

you never learn, do you?

"y/n," heeseung's voice says from the phone, and you lean back on the sofa, holding your breath. his words are slurred and delayed, his speech fragmented and disjointed. "can i come over?"

you let out the breath you've been holding and grip the phone tighter in your hand. "heeseung... are you- are you high?"

there's a pause before heeseung speaks again. perhaps he's taking a drag from his joint. chugging down some liquor. "no, no, i'm not. i swear i'm not. i swear."

"you are," you say, dragging a hand down your face. you shouldn't have picked up. you shouldn't have. you should've let it ring out, or even better, decline it. delete his contact for real this time. but you still answered, foolishly hoping that things will be different this time. that he'll be different this time.

it always comes down to hope with you, doesn't it?

"i miss you," heeseung drawls. "i want you so bad, baby."

you squeeze your eyes shut, a thousand thoughts crossing your mind. he doesn't want you, not really- only the fleeting comfort you offer when he's high and hollow.

"the door's unlocked."

***

it was a mistake to invite him.

you should lock the door. turn off your phone, climb into bed, and let heeseung knock until his knuckles bruise blue and purple. but you don't. instead, you stand there, in front of the empty door, waiting for the sound of his unsteady footsteps climbing up the stairs. the familiar click of the door opening. heeseung still knows the password to your home, and even though you know you should change it, you never do. you blame it on forgetfulness and laziness and come up with all sorts of excuses to calm down the erratic thoughts in your brain. gaslighting yourself that there really is no bigger reason as to why the set of numbers still remain untouched.

but no matter how many times you try to deny it, you know fully well what the reason is.

when the door opens, you take a step back as you stare. heeseung's hair is messy, his shirt wrinkled and his eyes glassy with desperation your naive self had once thought could fix. his lips twitch into a sort of half smile when he sees you.

"y/n," he says, kicking off his shoes and walking over to you like he owns the place. he towers over you, smiling down at you with a strange, twisted expression you can't really comprehend. you catch a whiff of alcohol and weed from him, a confirmation you didn't really need. you knew from the message. you knew.

before you can say a word, heeseung steps forward and pushes you against the wall, hands on your waist, firm and unrelenting, and the dull thud of your head meeting the surface that only seems to surprise you. you barely have the time to register the discomfort before his lips crash onto yours. messy, almost desperate, and the taste of alcohol and smoke floods your senses, bitter and suffocating.

you know you should push him away- your mind screams it over and over. but your body betrays you, frozen in place. his lips press harder against yours as if he's trying to erase the memories he left last time, and you let him. you let him because, for a fleeting moment, the weight of your loneliness feels lighter.

your hands hover uncertainly over his shoulders, slightly shaking. you don't want to pull him closer, but you can't seem to let go either. when your fingers finally make contact with the warmth of his skin, it's tentative, almost apologetic. you grip tightens as you kiss him back, as if holding him will keep him from slipping away again. but deep down, you know it won't. you know how this ends.

but ignorance is bliss, isn't it?

you pull away for a few seconds to look at heeseung's eyes, bloodshot and glazed over.

"why do you keep doing this, hee?"

hee. you don't try to mask the way the nickname slipped out of your mouth like second nature. heeseung's probably noticed it too. you can tell, from the way the corners of his lips quirk up.

he doesn't answer right away. he kisses your lips again, one hand on your waist and the other at the back of your head.

"because you let me."

the words feel like a punch to the gut, but you don't flinch. he's not wrong. he's never been wrong about that.

you should kick him out. lock the door. delete his number.

but tonight, you'll let him stay. just one more time.

[sunniewr]

🪸⠀⠀🥘⠀⠀🪩⠀⠀──ֺ───⠀⠀𝖾𝗑𝖺𝗀𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗼⠀⠀.

ೋ⠀⠀🥥🇪🇸⠀⠀﹚⠀⠀𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗚𝗔⠀⠀.⠀⠀✧⠀⠀˚⠀⠀₊

⸻⠀⠀✟̭̈́⠀⠀🥂⠀⠀𝘋𝘈⠀⠀𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺⠀⠀🧴⠀⠀✿⠀⠀.

🎭⠀⠀ཐི⠀⠀𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗁𝖾𝗋⠀⠀!⠀⠀ʚ⠀⠀𝗯𝗼𝗮⠀⠀𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖺⠀⠀💸

[vqnlla]

୨ sunday icons! ʚིི༏ɞྀ⠀ ✩ .  ﾟ ࿔ ˖🪽

[i6gyu]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✶ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ( @luviesjunnie ) ˑ ִֶ ✶ 𓂃⊹.

⠀☆ I'm a dreamer with memories of stars ☆

[transparasocial]

transDissector 。

- a transID (can be used as transharmful) where one feels they should be / identifies as someone who dissects living or dead organisms for any reason

self indulgent coin by me.

[svt-kiki]

( 🖇️ ) 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⌅ .

📁　────　𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾 ❪ 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗰 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼 ❫

profile.　more trivias.　filmography.　styles.　endorsement.

📁　────　𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾 ❪ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀 ❫

with svt : hyung line / maknae line　outside of the group.　romantic history.　crushes for her.　hook ups and flirts. ( mdni )

📁　────　𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾 ❪ 𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘀 ❫

17 carat.　boys be.　love&letter.　love&letter.　repackaged.　going seventeen.　al1.　teen, age.　director’s cut.　you make my day.　you made my dawn.　an ode.　heng:garæ.　semicolon.　your choice.　attaca.　face the sun.　sector 17.　fml.　seventeenth heaven.　17 is right here.　spill the feels. japanese releases.　solo works.

📁　────　𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾 ❪ 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗮 ❫

instagram.　weverse.　vlog.　youtube.　stan twitter.　articles.　lives.

📁　────　𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾 ❪ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 ❫

project seventeen.　14 castaways.　14 castaways in akita.　hit the road.　in the soop.　in the soop 2.　going seventeen.　nana tour.

📁　────　𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾 ❪ 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗼𝘂𝘀 ❫

other contents.　incorrect quotes.　what's in my bag? carat land.　award shows.

📄　────　𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾 ❪ 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘀 ❫

𝐚𝐜𝐭.𝐢 　:　夢　[　- 𝟤𝟢𝟣𝟧　]

coming soon !

𝐚𝐜𝐭.𝐢𝐢 　:　月　[　𝟤𝟢𝟣𝟧 - 𝟤𝟢𝟣𝟫　]

sparks.　𝟤𝟢𝟣𝟪 ─ 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈

𝐚𝐜𝐭.𝐢𝐢𝐢　:　星　[　𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟢 -　]

drown to depth.　𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟢 ─ 𝗈𝗍𝟣𝟦

her favorite delivery boy.　𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦 ─ 𝗃𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗎𝖺

we’re not even dating.　𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦 ─ 𝗃𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗎𝖺 & 𝗅𝗌𝗁

💍　────　𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾 ❪ 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 ❫

✦ 최승철 ⸝⸝ ⸺ 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗈𝗅

✦ 전원우 ⸝⸝ ⸺ 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈

✦ 이수혁 ⸝⸝ ⸺ 𝗅𝖾𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗄

[yuansie]

ocean memories : chapter two. made to be a reflection of what each needs,

synopsis. despite the years that have aged you, shaped you into the woman that you are now, the fire in the basin always calms the storm in your mind. you may have changed, but that never will... nor will he. in some aspects, that is.

pairing. rafayel x fem! non mc! reader

warnings. time skip (they're adults now OOPS), talks about mental health but not specified (implied that reader stresses and overworks... a lot), rafayel ooc but not really bc he's a goofy king in here. if there's anything i missed, please let me know!

genres. fluff, a little bit of angst (?)

rating. sfw

w/c. 1.8k

a/n. HELLOOOOOO this is a little later than usual but whateva !! i would like to say that 1. this is not proof read (when will i ever proof read this...) and 2. next chapter the angst will be here FR heh. ANYWAYS ENJOYYYY (i hope)

THE FIRE IN THE BASIN BURNS BRIGHTLY, a sight that always eases the tension in your shoulders. one look at it washes your worries away. you can hear him every time you look at it, the playful tone in his voice telling you that you’re doing a good job, and it fills your entire being with a warmth that comforts you. it’s kind of endearing: the way you always hear his voice, a soft and elegant drawl, in your head whenever your chest seems to tighten, inky thoughts that weigh down in your mind swirling like a disastrous whirlpool that wants to shred you apart before mercilessly dragging you to the depths of the ocean. his voice will ring like a lullaby, shining the sun and dispersing the storm that brews in your head. rafayel washes the anchors weighing down in your chest and your mind away with his own warm storm, and you will always be thankful to him.

maybe he is attuned to your feelings, or maybe it is your mind that plays these tricks on you before you fall victim to its own abyss. in any matter, the truth remains as it is: rafayel is your rock, your haven.

you’re sure that the other lemurians think and feel the same as you.

“miss priestess!” you slowly rip your gaze from the fire and turn, finding a little girl no older than six standing in front of you, pointing at your head. “your coral cir… cir…” the girl flushes in embarrassment, quickly looking away as she mumbles, “cir… circle? no…”

you kneel down, a small smile on your lips as you grab her shaking hands. she looks at you with tear-filled eyes. “is there something wrong with my circlet?” you say the last word slowly, watching as the little girl sheepishly nods her head.

“it is crooked, miss priestess,” she whispers.

letting go, you reach for the coral circlet—made by the hands of the one you serve—that rests around your head, tilting it to one side. the girl giggles, shaking her head. “you have made it more crooked, miss priestess!”

you grin and guide her hands to your head, “can you fix it for me, please?”

with a nod, the little girl adjusts it carefully, beaming when she’s done. “perfect!”

“thank you so much, little one.”

the bells of the temple chime loudly; you get up and grab the little girl’s hand, guiding her to the entrance of the temple. “will you come back tomorrow?” you ask, peering down at her.

she looks up at you with big eyes, “how did you know?”

her response makes you laugh, “i am the god of tides’ priestess. i must know my people.”

the little girl, in awe, says, “i wish to be a priestess to our god, miss priestess.”

“then i will pray for him to see you.”

she brightens, hugging you quickly before running off, twisting back to wave at you. “thank you, miss priestess!” she rounds a corner and disappears into the road that leads back to the city.

the doors of the temple slowly swing shut, the thud echoing loudly in the now empty temple.

“miss priestess sounds endearing… the girl has been seen, but she will not be my priestess. i only need one.”

you tilt your head back, an unamused expression plastered on your face. “what are you doing down here?”

rafayel emerges from behind a pillar and walks closer to you, his two-toned eyes trained on the slight frown on your lips. with his pointer fingers, he gently lifts the corners—you end up smiling. “why must i force a smile on the lips of my priestess?” he pouts, “you should be smiling at me easily.”

“am i not smiling right now?”

the male doesn’t say anything, his lips void of the pout once there, his teasing and playful demeanor gone and replaced by a quiet seriousness. he swipes the pad of his thumb across your cheek before moving to the skin under your eye, his eyes narrowing. “you are tired,” he grumbles, “you work too much.”

“it is my duty to work like this,” you close your eyes and lean into the palm of his hand, “i am your priestess, rafayel.”

he hums, “that is so… but why do you worry more?” his thumb and pointer finger pinch your nose. “i can practically feel when you start to think too much.”

your eyes fly open as you yelp, swatting his hand away. “you—rafayel!”

“what is it that worries you to the point of looking so dreary?”

your shoulders slump. “i thought… i did not think it would be noticeable.”

rafayel scoffs, leaning away from you. “of course i would notice,” he says, “who do you take me for?”

“apologies,” you mumble, leaning forwards to close the space between the two of you again. you melt against him, your head tucked away in the crook of his neck. “it is just…”

“just…?”

you exhale slowly, “there should have been word delivered to me by now.”

“is that what this is about?” he laughs, pushing you away enough for him to flick your forehead. “the deep sea will send something when it is time. you should not worry about this as it is not within your control.”

“i have never gone this long without word from the deep sea,” you say, pressing your palm against the sore spot on your forehead, lips pursed. “it has been more than eight moons since i last heard from it, and it is only a matter of time before the people notice. especially when the last prophecy is about the ceremony—”

“tell them we are in times of prosperity,” rafayel says, “that is the truth, is it not?”

“yes, but—”

“then problem solved!” he grins.

he grins so brightly that whatever it is you wanted to say dies at the tip of your tongue; you stop and stare at him as if you are in a trance, dangerously drawn to him in a way that should not be allowed.

like a moth is to a flame.

“we should go to the surface.”

you slowly blink. “what?”

“let us go to the surface,” he says, reaching down to grab your hands. he intertwines your fingers, and your heart beats a little faster in your chest. “you have not gone to the surface with me in a long time.”

“it cannot have been that long—”

rafayel raises an eyebrow, “it has been twelve moons since you last went with me to the surface.” at your silence, he continues, tightening his grip on your hands the slightest bit, “come with me to the surface,” he lowers his voice to a whisper, as if it is meant to be secret between the two of you, “please.”

he brightens at how your features soften, a smile breaking out on your lips. “who am i to say no to you, my dearest friend?”

“you would be a fool to deny me,” rafayel laughs, deep blue and sunset red eyes glimmering, little specks of molten gold from the fire in the basin swimming in them. “and you are no fool.”

the two of you are like teenagers making your way up to the surface after the city has fallen asleep, giggling and pushing and hushing each other. it is nothing like the first time he went to the surface with you; this time is so different.

“you know,” rafayel glances at you once you both emerge from the water, “this is amusing.”

“how so?”

“because,” he pauses, his fingers brushing against your skin to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, “now i drag you along to the surface.” rafayel takes one last look at you and yells, “let us see what new treasures we will find on the sand!”

the way he jumps back into the water, his tail slapping against the surface of the ocean and splashing you with its water, is a silent invitation.

race him, beat him to the island, ask something from him if you win.

you laugh loudly, following him to the beach of the island. given his head start, by the time your tail turns into feet and touch the sand that meets the salty waters, rafayel is proudly standing in front of you, lips curved into a pretty smile, extending a hand out for you to take. your eyes land on his head and you snicker, a hand flying up to your mouth as your shoulders shake. he hoists you up, eyebrows furrowed as he does so.

“why do you laugh?”

you clear your throat, and point at his head. “you have a piece of seaweed on your hair, raf.”

his jaw drops, “i have what in my hair?”

“seaweed!” you cough, trying so hard not to laugh, and point at your head. “it is stuck right here.”

rafayel crosses his arms and looks up at the night sky, quickly glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “take it off for me.”

“what?” you grimace, “i will not do that for you. you are a grown man.” despite the reluctance in your voice, you still reach out towards his purple locks that stick to his head, the color darker than usual.

“you are my priestess,” rafayel looks at you directly, observing your slow movements. “and i am your god. is it not your job to listen to my every word?”

“before you are a god,” you mumble, carefully picking the seaweed from his hair, “you are rafayel, my friend. is that not what you told me long ago?” you throw the green object away, watching it fall onto the sand with a soft thud before looking at rafayel. you can see the little beauty marks on his face, the one on the bottom of his nose and by the corner of his eye. you can see his eyelashes, darker than usual, flutter as he blinks and peers at you with a sort of curiosity in his bicolored irises. the red at the bottom is more of a pink hue, a mix of the pink from a coral he had gifted you once and the red from his flames or the fire that burns in the basin back in the temple.

“you are correct,” he finally says, taking a step away from you. the immediate cold you feel makes you shiver. rafayel sits down on the sand, his legs outstretched, and pats the space next to him. you take your place next to him, resting your head on you shoulder, silently watching the sea in front of you with him. “…i won the race.”

“you did, yes,” you say, “is there something you wish for?”

he breathes in deeply, “i wish for you to not keep your worries to yourself anymore. tell me instead of keeping it inside.”

you hope he doesn’t hear the loud thumping of your heart in your chest. “okay.”

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taglist (open). @bakutual @nadinefromwhere @justmystical @holywaterbucketchallenge

OCEAN MEMORIES, yuansie 2025

[darlingsgardens]

❛ℳ𝐄𝐆 ℳ𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇, moodboard

꒰ ੭୧ ꒱ ───── the girl who dreams with love, gentleness, a mother to sisters, the girl who has to grow up too fast, willow, true perfectionist, the girl that watch rom-com thinking when they will live one. + " Just because my dreams are different than yours, doesn't mean they're unimportant"

[nkogneatho]

this with gojo satoru

[woonova]

꩜ ﾟ˖ FROZEN STRAWBERRIES

◟﹙ 🍓 ﹚nishimura riki ﹕drabble ﹙ @woonova ﹚

ʚɞ ﾟ˖  written to i remember by deadmau5 & kaskade

ʚɞ ﾟ˖  genre fluff, established relationship

ʚɞ ﾟ˖  synopsis during a peaceful night at home, you seek to change niki's opinion on your favourite midnight treat

ʚɞ ﾟ˖  warning not proofread (kinda)

ʚɞ ﾟ˖  wc 0.5k

rin's notes ! im finally back my people!! enjoy this small drabble i found in my drafts for now ^_-

— tumblr’s algorithm works best with reblogging so plz consider reblogging and liking my posts ! —

You pulled your legs closer to your chest, tucking them securely under your arms, the oversized hoodie that loosely covered you providing a slight feeling of warmth and comfort. The short hairs that were scattered along your bare legs stood upright as they were greeting with a swift and chilly air that escaped from the refrigerator parallel to you.

"Aren't you finished as yet, what could you be searching for so long?" you complained, a bit irritated with your boyfriend's sluggish pace. "Just a minute now, i've gotta find the perfect snack for my perfect girl."

You ignored the rapid pounding in your heart as you watched Niki retrieve your midnight snack before tip-toeing over to you with a huge smile. As he got closer you couldn't help but stare, his radiant smile which came in its unique boxy form, his sharp eyes that had suddenly been forced shut by his wide grin, and his brightly dyed hair with its contrasting ends.

"Alright here you go, your favourite."

Frozen strawberries. A sweet and cool treat that never failed to satisfy you. You left out a sigh as the cold fruit grazed your lips, the sweet juice melting in your mouth leaving both your fingertips and lips with a slightly sticky residue.

"I don't know how you can eat those," Niki stated with a distasteful expression. Sure, he could stomach strawberries, whether it be in the form of jam, ice cream, or even covered by melted chocolate. But he couldn't understand the enjoyment of having a frozen berry inside your mouth. Heck, you couldn't even chew it.

"How can you eat microwaved strawberries but not frozen ones?" you asked with a questioning gaze, your head tilted to the side as a teasing smile slowly made its way across your cheeks.

"Because, warmed strawberries are better. They're so much more softer and sweeter."

"You know, I think I could change your mind." you slowly let out as you inch closer to him, the soft fabric of his hoodie brushing against his forearm. "Nothing is ever going to make me eat frozen strawberries, ever."

As you inched closer to him, your smile growing, you could almost see the pink hue that was slowly traveling across his cheeks in the dim lighting.

"What are you doing....?" he let out in a choked whisper, as if the words were suddenly caught in his throat.

"Changing your mind." you responded in a tone similar to his, only with more confidence as you placed your chilly lips on his. The sugary residue from your long forgotten snack still smeared across your lips, provided a yummy taste that you both happily indulged in. Niki's hand found its way to your cheek as you continued, providing an even more comfortable and endearing atmosphere.

As you separated you could faintly see Niki's eyes glistening in the dark, as love swirled within his brown eyes.

"So did I change your mind?"

"Maybe, but it'll take a lot more convincing,"

"Well you know, i'm pretty good at that."

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BOYNEXTDOOR PLAYING THE PEPERO GAME WITH YOU

playing the pepero game with boynextdoor, with an unexpected twist

( 対 ) boynextdoor + fem. reader 982WC · fluff, crack contains! skinship, kissing, unestablished relationship / archive

은 : hi guys!! i'm finally back with my bonedo debut >< i struggled sm with a writer's block but here it is! i hope you guys enjoy ~

myung jaehyun

jaehyun bites into the pepero stick, a teasing smirk playing on his lips as he stares at you in challenge. the grin on his face never wavers as he places his hands on your waist, watching your face get redder by the second as the stick gets shorter. your flustered expression and wide eyes has jaehyun's heartbeat increasing.

you're just so cute.

before you know it, jaehyun's face is mere inches away from yours, noses almost touching. you attempt to pull back, distance yourself from him and pretend like nothing happened. but his hands on your waist only tightens as he leans in, closing the distance before your lips meet.

his lips are soft against yours, and you let out a noise of surprise that has jaehyun smiling. he snaps the remaining pepero stick in half before finally pulling away, leaving you hiding your face behind your hands in embarrassment.

"don't hide that pretty face behind your hands."

park sungho

"let's just get this over with," sungho mutters. you note how he can't seem to be able to meet your eyes as he leans forward to take the other end of the pepero stick between his teeth.

even when you place a playful hand on his arm, his gaze stays rooted to the ground. he starts biting to the center, trying to ignore the warmth of your hand on him, the way his heart rate picks up. he pretends he doesn't see the smile on your lips, even though it's the prettiest thing he's ever seen.

when your faces are barely inches apart, sungho's movements slow, and his breathing grows uneven. his eyes meet yours briefly before he looks away quickly.

sungho freezes when your lips meet, his entire body going rigid at the contact. he tries his best to ignore the way you stare at him with your gorgeous eyes, but gosh, you're just so pretty.

lee sanghyuk

riwoo fidgets nervously with the chocolate pepero stick, glancing at your with wide eyes.

"this is so awkward," he says, biting the stick hesistantly. you giggle at his expression before leaning in and he follows, letting you bite the other end of the cracker even though his movements are slow and uncertain.

almost subconsciously, riwoo's hand moves to gently tilt your head to the side as the distance between you two shortens. riwoo's eyes dart between your face and the pepero stick, his cheeks flushed.

"uh, maybe we should stop-" he starts, but it's too late.

your lips meet as the last bit of the pepero disappears, a kiss that lingers a second too long to be 'just a game' before both of you jerk back, faces pink. riwoo looks anywhere but your face as he mutters something under his breath about never again and knew this was a bad idea.

han dongmin

taesan stares at you with a grin on his face that tells you he's up to absolutely no good as you nibble on a strawberry pepero stick. suddenly, he leans in, catching the other end of the cracker you're eating between his teeth. there's a smirk on his face as he watches you look up at him with wide eyes and flustered expression before he places his hands on the side of your face to tilt your head upwards.

as the pepero stick gets shorter, taesan's grin only widens and your cheeks only get warmer. the man has the audacity to wink at you when your faces are inches away, making your heart race. when your faces are inches away from each other, his lips brush against yours before meeting in a soft kiss that has your face burning before taesan pulls away with an amused chuckle.

you glare at him, trying your best to pretend the kiss didn't bother you whatsoever.

"you enjoyed that, didn't you?"

"I think that was pretty clear, y/n."

kim donghyun

"do we have to?" leehan asks quietly as his friends egg him on, already blushing as he picks up the pepero stick. he reluctantly takes a bite, his gaze fixed on the floor.

you lean in, and he follows hesitantly. his breath gets shakier each bite, and so does yours. when your eyes meet, you can't help but admire how pretty leehan's eyes are before you both look away.

the distance between you two disappears and leehan's gaze flickers back to yours, cheeks flushing a deeper red. you don't miss the way his gaze drops to your lips for a beat before quickly returning to the tiny piece of pepero stick.

when there's nothing left but a tiny piece of the cracker, the inevitable happens, your lips meeting in a soft, fleeting kiss that has your heartbeat quickening.

leehan immediately pulls back, his hand flying to his mouth as his eyes widen in shock. "sorry- i didn't mean to-" he stammers, but he's quickly shut up by you when you kiss him again on the lips. a real kiss, not just an accidental one from a party kiss.

leehan feels like he's going to melt.

kim woonhak

woonhak grabs the pepero stick with an over the top grin. "ok, this is going to be legendary," he says, biting into the snack dramatically. you take the other end, laughing at his antics as he leans in confidently.

he makes it a show, wiggling his eyes and making exaggerated faces to throw you off that has you giggling.

"don't fall for me, y/n," he jokes, even though it's his grin that falters as the stick gets shorter.

when there's nothing left but a tiny piece, you and woonhak's lips touch for a split second before woonhak pulls back with wide eyes and nervous laughter.

"ok, wait, that was not supposed to happen," he says, trying to play it cool.

"woonhak, shut the hell up and kiss me again for real this time."

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