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CASUAL DOMINANCE W/ MINGYU — sfw

buckling your seatbelt

"I can do it myself you know?" Looking at your boyfriend, he was lent over your seat, his hand on the seat buckle as he tried buckling you in.

"I know." He said, glancing up at you with a gentle smile on his face before returning to the task at hand. "But you don't have to."

You sighed, rolling your eyes however you were far from being annoyed. If anything, in some strange way — to be loved is to be considered and that is exactly what he was doing.

"I'm not a baby Mingyu." Your words held a bit of amusement to them, your boyfriend finally making eye contact with you after he safely secured your seatbelt.

"Well not exactly no." He shook his head, looking off for a bit as his thoughts wandered. "But you're my baby." He looked back at you, nothing but admiration and love in his eyes. It had you almost feeling as if you were falling in love all over again.

"I love you." You muttered out, planting a kiss to his lips.

"I love you too." He replied back before fastening his own seatbelt and reversing out of the driveway.

feeding you whenever you’re doing something

"Open."

Your lips parted at his words, eyes not moving from your laptop once as he shoveled a spoonful of food into your mouth. After much argument about how you needed to get your paper done and didn't have time to eat — Mingyu planted himself right next to you on the couch, deciding he would take it upon himself if you "didn't have the time."

As soon as you began to chew, your stomach betrayed you as it let out a loud grumble.

"I thought you said you weren't hungry." Mingyu asked, his eyes narrowing in at the side of your face.

You could feel him glaring at you, but you still refused to take your eyes off the keyboard. You meekly shrugged, not wanting to get scolded. "I lied."

Your boyfriend sighed, shaking his head before scooping up another bite of food and holding it to your mouth as he spoke the same words yet again. "Open."

tying your shoes for you

"What are you doing?" You looked back at your boyfriend as you took notice of how he stopped in his tracks.

"C'mere." He said, grabbing at your waist to guide you to a nearby wall.

You two were taking a late afternoon stroll through downtown, the both of you deciding it would be nice to spend some quality time together and explore the new city his group was touring in. Everything was going smoothly as you two walked quietly next to each other, until he managed to take notice of something that you apparently hadn't yet.

Mingyu leant against the wall, bending his knee out and tapping at it. "Give me your foot."

"What?" You asked, still oblivious.

"Your shoe Y/n. It's untied."

Looking down at your feet, you finally noticed that the laces of your sneakers had managed to come undone. "Oh." You said before using his shoulder as something for balance as you placed your foot on his extended leg.

Mingyu began to tie the two strings together for you as you watched him with amusement. You let out a snort as you replayed the scene of his seriousness back in your head.

"What?" He asked, taking his eyes off the bow he was tying to look at you in question.

"Nothing." You responded, but gave in quickly as the thought became too amusing for you to keep to yourself. "I just thought it was funny how you're the clumsy one, but you seemed to be concerned about me when it comes to something as simple as my shoe laces coming undone."

Mingyu smiled as he finally finished off tying the laces, gently placing your leg back on the ground. "I will never not be concerned about you." He said, grabbing at your waist and pulling you in to kiss the side of your head. "Plus, you're always looking out for me, might as well return the favor right?"

You smiled up at him with eyes full of love to which he just couldn't resist the urge to kiss your lips as soon as it was in his line of vision.

"Right."

making you use your words

You were exhausted. It had overall been a terrible day from start to finish and as you got home and were finally able to get out of your uncomfortable work clothes, the weight off the world came crashing down on you.

The smell of the delicious dinner your boyfriend was cooking lingered in the air as you trudged your way down the hall and into the kitchen. You stood behind him, watching as he chopped away at the vegetables and occasionally stopped to stir the stew on the stove. When he turned around to grab something, you nearly gave him a heart attack as his hand flew to his chest due to shock.

"Y/n, what the hell."

You stared up at his tall figure from under the blanket you threw over your body as an attempt of comfort. "Hi." You said, your voice small.

Mingyu was rather quick to take attention to this, setting the spoon down on the counter and raising an eyebrow at you. "What's the matter baby?"

You shrugged, looking down and avoiding eye contact with him.

"Do you need something?" He asked again, lowering his head as he attempted to get your eyes back on him.

Once again, you shrugged. Although you did in fact need something after the terrible day you just had, you've always had a problem with voicing what you wanted and Mingyu knew this better than anyone — in fact, he knew exactly what you needed. He just wanted to hear you say it.

"You gotta use your words baby. I can't read your mind." His voice was soft as he gently tried to coax a verbal answer out of you.

Taking in a deep breath, you finally lifted your head to peer up at him. "A hug." You said so softly, he almost didn't hear you — but he knew.

His arms were quick to wrap around you as soon as the words left your mouth and you buried your head in his chest as you hid away from the rest of the world in them.

looking out for you when you’re drunk

"Y/n get down."

You looked at your boyfriend from your spot on the bar counter where you danced, mentally cursing at him for being able to handle his alcohol so well unlike you. You ignored his extended arm to assist you, instead singing along to the lyrics of the song that played as the rush of liquid courage got to your head.

"You're going to get hurt." He tried again, this time much more stern and insistent. "I'm not going to tell you again. Get down."

"No." You said stubbornly, a pout forming on your face as you crossed your arms.

Mingyu sighed, looking you dead in the eye for a few seconds before moving too fast for your drunken brain to process. In record time, you were swept off the bar counter and back on the floor. You attempted to swat him away after you were placed safely on the ground, however it was no use as his hand was quick to grab your wrist.

"Y/n." He sent you a warning glare.

You grumbled, muttering a pathetic apology before a smile spread across your face at the change of song and you forgot all about what was happening. "This is my jam!" You yelled out, running to the dance floor as Mingyu was too late to grab ahold of you before you could wander off.

You were going to be the death of him.

𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲

𝜗𝜚 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄: fluff 𝜗𝜚 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: dad!mingyu x mom!reader 𝜗𝜚 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 588

⦗💌 ⦘ mingyu loves his two girls to death. even if he gets bullied by them on a daily basis.

“daddy! daddy look!” a comically small hand grabbed the hem of mingyu’s jumper, and pulled at it. with a small smirk (that obviously went unnoticed by the carbon copy of his wife because according to her he was a giant), mingyu turned his head towards the sky, just to tease the little girl. 

“mommy!” she whined, wrapping both of her arms around mingyu’s legs, “daddy is ignoring me again!” 

you sighed, and shook your head. what was supposed to be a nice post-dinner stroll around the neighbourhood turned into the usual - mingyu teasing your little girl with no end, because a minute of peace was too much for him. at least bopul was behaving himself. 

but then an idea struck you. mingyu could tease you and your daughter as much as he wished, but you both had him wrapped around your little fingers, and there wasn’t much you had to do to leave your husband pouty and sulky. you crouched in front of your little girl, and tucked her hair behind her ear. “tell daddy no kisses for a week. and no pre-bedtime cuddles,” you whispered, and kissed her cheek gently. 

she nodded vigorously, matching your bright smile. a lot of people told you she looked exactly like you (except for mingyu’s eyes, and the little mole on her nose), but her personality had to be even more similar to yours. making mingyu suffer had to be one of her favourite things as well. 

“kim mingyu,” she said, tilting her head towards the sky. “up,” she added and put her hands up, something she did whenever she wanted mingyu to carry her. 

“gosh, when did you become so bossy, hm?” he cooed at her, but the little girl didn’t fall for her dad's sudden change of heart. 

“mommy is bossy, and i want to be like mommy,” she said as a matter of fact, like that didn’t just make your heart burst with love. “besides , that’s not the point,” she took mingyu’s face in her tiny hands, “no kisses, and no pre-bedtime cuddles for you, daddy.” 

you had to stifle a laugh, as the corners of your husband’s mouth momentarily turned down. “w-what do mean no-”

“no, daddy. you were being mean to me,” your daughter smushed his cheeks in between her hands. “and,” she leaned into mingyu’s ear, “you won’t get any kisses from mommy either. she’s angry too.” 

mingyu looked over his daughter's shoulder and sent you a pleading look. "i was just joking," he said, the slight pout evident in his voice. your little girl giggled and snuggled into her daddy's neck, making mingyu tighten his embrace around her. "girls, please."

“not this time, kim mingyu,” you smiled and walked over to your daughter and husband. "us girls have to stick together, right honey?" you rubbed the girl's cheek, making her laugh even more.

"yes, mommy," she said and nodded eagerly.

mingyu sighed and shook his head in resignation. if it was anyone else he’d keep fighting just to strike their nerve even more, but when he looked down at you smiling fondly at your little bundle of love and chaos that he was holding in his arms, mingyu didn’t have it in him to keep teasing his daughter. 

“i love you two so much, you know” he said. “and if you won’t give me kisses, then you can be damn sure i will.” 

“words min-,” 

“oh shut up,” he said, and wrapped his free arm around your waist to pull you to his chest.

natalia's note: i don't know how children work, so if something is inaccurate - sorry (i have no idea why i wrote this)

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Hi! I loved your rating pet name thread thing. Could you please do the same for kuroo Tetsurō.

Take care and have a good day/night~

KUROO TETSUROU ✰ RATING THE PET NAMES YOU CALL HIM: A THREAD

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girls will carry unimaginable primordial rage but still go about their day as if nothing is wrong and that is very sexy of us I think

A short poem for my love, Kento Nanami

Nanami, namami, oh dear nanami.

Why is thou not in my sheets?

Why is thy meat, not in me.

Just one slurp, I beg of thee.

Just one nut, but in me.

I can't-

new obsessions unlocked: ken sato.

um. i don’t put my age on here to be safe but i think an author blocked me because they thought i was a minor ☹️ HELP HAHA UH.

i watched the new haikyuu movie and suddenly i have inspiration…

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

cheol telling you that you should trade - he holds out his credit card to keep in your wallet in exchange for a polaroid of you to keep in his. he didn't expect the photo to be so spicy, but you can both be generous 💋🤑

you were hesitant but seungcheol insisted. he wanted you to have it just in case you ever needed it. for emergencies! (for treating yourself too but he knew he’d have to work on getting you to do that one).

you obliged, finally, but only after promising to give him something in return.

“what is it?” he asks, trying to peek behind your fingers at your wallet.

“close your eyes!”

“what? baby-”

“close ‘em! and hold out your hand.”

“just one?”

he can hear the mischievous smile in your voice when you giddily say, “yeah, just the one.”

he sighs but does as he’s asked. he owes you this much, after all. and he loves you or whatever.

his face scrunches up in confusion when he feels you place something plasticky in his palm. it feels thin enough to be paper but the texture is wrong. is it… what he thinks it is?

“open!”

it’s a polaroid lying face down in his hand. he had guessed right. this was way better than a credit card and a million times more valuable. he’d always wanted to keep a picture of you in his wallet like everyone used to do. he thought the idea was romantic.

“turn it over!”

he does, eyes almost popping out of his skull when he sees that it’s a mostly naked picture of you. he rushes to cover it before remembering you’re at home, alone, and settling on placing it gingerly on the counter in front of him.

“do you like it?” you ask. you sound nervous but seungcheol has no idea why.

“you’re joking, right?”

“well, you haven’t said anything.”

“all the blood in my head went straight to my dick. there are no thoughts up there, babe.” you snort. “i’m serious. this is so hot, you’re so hot. come here…”

he turns away from the picture to kiss you, using both hands to cup your face so that he can be the one in control. you melt into him easily, letting him lead until you have to pull away to breathe.

“i don’t know how i’m going to keep that in my wallet,” he admits breathlessly.

“just put it behind your license where no one will see it.”

“that’s not what i’m worried about.”

“then what?”

“i’m worried that i’ll get hard every time i pull it out to pay for something, just knowing it’s in there.”

“would that be the end of the world?”

“well, i don’t want people to think i’m getting it up over dry cleaning or lottery tickets or something.”

“if you’re so worried about it, i can always take it back…” you trail off as you reach for the picture but seungcheol snatches it off the counter before you can get a finger on it.

“nope, no take-backs. it’s mine.”

“but you said-”

he clears his throat unsubtly. “i’ll learn to manage.”

you put a hand over your heart in faux-surprise. “you’re so brave.”

‘why do you read “various x reader stories?”’

first, i’m a narcissist and will not read it if it’s not about me

second, I love the feeling of people liking me

third, I was ignored as a child

☆ SEUNGCHEOL BOYFRIEND TEXTS

pairing: seungcheol (s.coups) x f!reader

warnings: established relationship, cursing, more?

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i already read the first chapter of "what about me" and i want you to know i'm already in love and need more, Maruki has been a character i have been simping for for so long hdgjhsdf g (at you're own pace, never rush to write just because someone said they love it and need more)

omg thank you so much! this actually made my day and i hope you enjoy what i have planned for the story :))

What about me? - Chapter 2

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“Hello I’m calling from the Hospital about Ryuji Sakamoto, is this Y/n Sakamoto?” I blinked for a second before nodding my head, despite the person over the phone unable to see. “Yes I am, did something happen?” I asked, beginning to pack up my stuff.

”Yes, well you see your brother broke his leg at school today and we couldn’t get in contact with your mother.”

I ran out of the room immediately, not bothering to say goodbye to my friends. I ran to the hospital. 

He was at the hospital? Was he not at practice today? Or did it happen during practice?

I hurriled walked over to the front desk and said my brother’s name, they kindly point the way where he was currently being treated and I made my way over. 

In front of the door, I didn’t expect to see his coach sitting there waiting for him. When I approched him I bowed to show my respect. “Hello, I’m Ryuji’s older sister.” He gave me a small bow back.

I looked in the room where Ryuji was suppose to be. “Do you know what happened him?” I asked. If I had looked back at him, I would’ve seen the look in his eyes as they roamed up and down my body.

”Sakamoto Kun attacked me today during practice.” I wipped my head back at the man at that.

Ryuji did what?

I rasied an eyebrow “How.. what does that have to do with him breaking his leg?” I asked him, the man chuckled and crossed his arms. “He almost hurt me, I was acting in self defense.” I started at him in disbelif. 

I learned later that day that my brother could no longer run the same way anymore. His track career was over before it could begin.

And it was all that damn coach’s fault.

-

I woke up in a groggily mood. Looking at my alarm clock and seeing it was almost 10. Slowly I got up from my bed and went to the bathroom, I could still hear Ryuji snoring from his room. 

Thankfully with the money I’ve earned from working during collage, and taking up job offers at small places, I was able to save up for a two room apartment (it wasn’t easy and took a while) but it was enough to help out our mom just a bit.

At first I was wondering if it really was the best idea to move the both of us out but as I thought about it some more, I was able to make her not worry about needing to be home right away to feed her son.

I left the bathroom and went straight to the kitchen. Getting ready to prepare breakfast for the two of us.

There was no school today due to what happened yesterday to prepare the school for what to do. Though I doubt the school would do anything to begin with.

When I was halfway prepared with our breakfast, I saw Ryuji walk over to the kitchen. His hair was a mess and he could barely open his eyes. I chucked and watched as he walked over to watch me cook. 

“Good morning to you, did you sleep well?” I asked him. He groaned and rubbed his eyes “I slept fine, how about you?” 

We made small talk as I finished up our breakfast, I let him plate up his food as I wash up the remaining dishes before sitting down with my own plate.

”So,” I started as I sat down. “about yesterday..” Looking at him as he paused in eating.

”How.. are you okay? I mean what happened yesterday was so sudden, I just..” I sighed. “I want to know how you feel. I mean he was.. I just-“

”Sis I’m alright.”

I looked up at him as he said that, a frown on my face as I waited for him to say anything else. “I mean he’s getting what he deserves now. Why wouldn’t I be happy about that.” Sighing, I nodded, “I just, I feel like I haven’t done much as an adult, mostly as your sister, to protect you earlier.”

Ryuji tilted his head, confused. “I clearly knew what was going on, but I couldn’t do anything about it until now.” I frowned.

”I just want to apologize, I clearly didn’t do much like I promised when I first applied to work at the school.”

I was about to go on and ramble before I heard Ryuji start laughing. 

“What are you talking about? You’ve done more than what any other teacher whose been working there for so long has done. I’d even say you’ve done more than what the older teachers have tried.” He finished. 

I frowned, “Ryuji I-“

He shook his head though, “listen to me, I’ve seen you interact with my classmates and I can tell they enjoy your presence. Even though you started like what, a year ago? I can tell they like you. You’re trying your best.”

”And you just got the job sis, I don’t expect you to change the school in just a year.

I looked at him for a second, wondering for a second if I was truly looking at my brother. “Geez, look at you using smart words.” I joked with him.

Ryuji rolled his eyes and ate a spoonful of his breakfast.

I watched him eat, wondering where that little boy I grew up watching everyday after school went.

I could still vividly see his black hair on him as he sat in front of me.

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shorter chapter today only because I wanted to have a sibling moment between the two :(

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to love and be loved | jeon wonwoo

SYNOPSIS. in which wonwoo tells you about his first (and only) love. PAIRING. jeon wonwoo x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers WARNINGS. self-doubt talk on reader's end, self-indulgent wooweee, this was painfully hard to write lmao n have no idea if any of this makes sense WORD COUNT. 1.6k

requested from anon: Hiiiiiiii first of all congratssss for you 2k. For the event, ive been thinking the same exact story with wonwoo and #6 from list 3 - #6: “You’re not hard to love, nor are you unlovable. You just… Need to let me in, and let me show you you’re just as worthy of love as anyone else is.”

notes: i'd quite literally do anything to have these kinds of talks with wonwoo ☹️☹️. anyway i hope u all enjoy this <3 hits close to home >< tysm anon hehe <3

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"Hey, uh, Wonwoo?"

"Mhm?"

"...have you ever been in love?"

A cricket chirps into the evening air right after you ask, and you suddenly feeling like you're holding in a long-winded breath. Then you hear a loud crunch by Wonwoo from the crackers he was snacking on, and you blink up to him wiping away the corner of his mouth. There's the slightest glimpse of a curve to his lips that you manage to catch.

He silently offers you a cracker in your direction, the anticipating silence between the two of you growing thickly. You take the cracker from his hand, muttering a quiet thanks, before nibbling on it absentmindedly.

The night is absolutely beautiful right now, swearing that you could spot and make out the constellations above if you squinted hard enough. The distant chirping of crickets is the only sound that breaks the silence as the coolness of the night rolls in, carrying with it slight breeze that whispers through the leaves overhead the balcony of your apartment.

"I have."

You swiftly turn your head to him, eyes widening intriguingly. "You have?"

The chuckle that leaves him is somewhat awkward, a tad bit hesitant. He crumples up the bag of crackers and sets it aside, chugging down the last sips of his drink and setting down the empty can as well.

"Did you... ever confess to them?" You ask, suddenly feeling curious, though there's a bit of disappointment at the tip of your tongue.

You swear you could see the thoughts swirling around his head. Wonwoo keeps his eyes fixed up to the night sky. There's a distant look in his eyes, as though he's peering into some past moment that only he can see, before he shakes his head, a faint smile crossing over his lips.

"No, I didn't," he answers calmly. "They were too far away, so... I just chose to admire them from afar."

You lean back against the wall behind, your shoulder momentarily brushing against his. "Did they know you?"

Wonwoo purses his lips together. "Mhm."

"Well, you missed your chance!" You exclaim, prodding him playfully with your elbow. "I can't believe you let them get away, dude. Like right through the little cracks of your fingers. You could've been in a relationship by now."

This earns you a low, playful scoff from Wonwoo. "Are you assuming that they loved me back?"

Immediately, you feel the heat crawl up your neck and to the tips your ears.

"Well, um... Yeah, I am," You admit sheepishly, letting out a small sigh. "I mean, who wouldn't fall for a guy like you? You're nice and... charming. I think anyone would be lucky to be loved by you."

There's a silence that falls between the two of you, one simply more than just comfortable yet denser than ever, because the thought of being loved by Wonwoo seems to linger longer than you notice. You steal a glance at him, seeing his face still turned upwards towards the night sky and the moonlight reflecting on his glasses. Strands of his dark hair blow across his forehead in the breeze. You can't quite decipher his expression, but a flicker of something𑁋perhaps surprise, maybe even amusement𑁋dances on his features for a brief moment.

He finally turns back to you, a small, hesitant smile playing on his lips. "You think so?"

"Yeah," You confirm, nodding lightly. "Absolutely."

Wonwoo still keeps his eyes on you as you glance away, seeing the way you fidget with your hands in your lap and smoothing out the creases in your pants nervously. He glances down at his own hand and back at yours, lips pursing together in contemplation, but only folds his fingers back together the second you reach over him to grab the crumpled-up bag of crackers. He feels a little bit too warm in his sweater right now.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

A crunch echoes through the air. Then another. And another.

"I've just been kinda... thinking a lot lately, I guess," You reply slowly, quietly. "And it sort of makes me sound desperate in a way, but there are times I just wonder if, um... if anyone has ever felt the same way about me."

Wonwoo tilts his head slightly. "Love?"

"Not just love, but... seeing me, you know?" Being able to talk about this out loud makes your chest feel heavy. "Since it's hard these days to find someone who sees you for who you are, not for who you can be. I... I just feel like I'm hard to love sometimes. Hell, maybe even unlovable. It’s hard to break out of that mindset when things get hard again.”

A thoughtful quietness seeps through the nighttime breeze, which sends goosebumps up and down your skin, but you don't mind it because you know that Wonwoo is listening either way. And the more you think about it𑁋the thought of knowing that he's here, with his presence is right next to you𑁋it seems to comfort you more than you notice.

There's a small hum of acknowledgement that you hear from his end, unsure if it's just your imagination or if he's actually responding as your mind feels a little jumbled up right now. But then Wonwoo shifts beside you, his arm lightly pressing against yours.

"But I... I think I've reached a point in time where I can say I love myself a little more than a few years ago, or last year, or even just yesterday," You continue to ramble a bit aimlessly, chuckling dryly to yourself. "It’d be nice to share that with someone too, you know? To finally get over this loneliness. But it's not entirely a sad loneliness or a happy one. It's, like, uh... both put together, I guess."

A few moments of silence pass. You feel Wonwoo gently nudge your leg with his.

"I'm proud of you."

You peer up to look at him, mind nearly going blank from the way he's gazing at you. Or maybe it's just the moonlight that's making him appear so... picturesque. "What for?"

"For loving yourself, silly," Wonwoo muses almost cheekily, and the delighted tone that you catch makes your stomach leap. "Even if it's just by a small percentage than yesterday, it's still okay. You're doing good. I want you to know that."

You're doing good. It's just those three singular words that has heat forming in your eyes that you somehow manage to blink back before anything could spill, and hearing it come from Wonwoo feels different. There's a vulnerable sweetness to them, a sincerity that catches you off-guard. You force a smile𑁋a grateful one, nonetheless𑁋before it shifts into a frown.

And Wonwoo catches it right away. "What's wrong?"

Your lips form a thin line, pressing together in thought. You refuse to acknowledge why you think your heart feels slightly... jealous.

"I hope whoever you loved before knows how lucky they are one day," You say to him. "if you're still in love with them, that is..."

Wonwoo stills for a minute, pensively. "I am."

"You are?"

"I never stopped."

You stare at him for a few moments, an eyebrow lifted in disbelief at him, before crossing your arms together and letting out a small, incredulous laugh. "Then you should've said that you're in love with them, idiot."

Wonwoo sucks in a breath.

"I'm in love with you."

You blink instinctively, once, twice, three times, momentarily thinking that Wonwoo's presence might somehow disappear into thin air. But he's still there𑁋a certain softness in the way he's looking at you, a gentleness that seems to wrap around you like a warm embrace𑁋waiting for you. His words suspend heavily in the air, and maybe the world is also holding its breath just as you are too.

"And... You're not hard to love, nor are you unlovable. You're far from that," Wonwoo continues, voice tender, fond, and soft as a lullaby. "You just... need to let me in, and let me show you you're just as worthy of love as anyone else is."

You could only sit merely frozen at this point, throat tightened and jaw dropped in shock among many other weird, fuzzy feelings happening throughout your body. Something between relief and disbelief. Hope and hesitancy. Comfort and uncertainty. You have the capacity to run yet you choose not to𑁋you're letting him in, letting the warmth of his words seep into the cracks of your doubt.

Your mind reels dizzily, almost like the world has been tilting away off-balance.

"You... You're in love with me?" You repeat, almost dumbly, because you cannot seem to fathom anything that's been said in the past few moments. "All that talk about earlier... about who you..."

Wonwoo hangs his head down low, rubbing at his neck in a bashful manner. "It was about you."

"And you never... you never told me?"

"Honestly, I'd like to think a part of it was you being a tad bit oblivious." And then he just simply grins, his nose crinkling along with it. "But that's okay. Watching you slowly figure yourself out made me realise that maybe I needed to find myself a little more too."

You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, and you could feel the heat of embarrassment spreading painfully throughout your face. At first, you have the urge to brush it all away as a silly misunderstanding. Maybe laugh it off, retreat back inside, and go to sleep pretending all of this didn't happen. But the sincerity in his eyes stops you.

You lick your dry lips, the cool night air beginning to feel a lot less suffocating.

"Did you?" You ask vaguely, before shaking your head repeating, "Did you... find yourself?"

Wonwoo lets his eyes roam over you, taking you in, before leaning back on the wall and bringing his gaze back up toward the night sky. Your eyes refuse to leave him, and perhaps this is what it's like to admire someone from afar and close up all at once.

The two of you take a deep, deliberate exhale together.

"Yeah," he answers, smiling softly. "I think I found myself right where I want to be."

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[11:18 pm]

the whole room is dark, except for the faint glow of your phone. you lay in your bed, scrolling through absolutely random trivia reels. cheol's laying beside you, one arm thrown across your waist as he cuddles into the heat of your body. he should have been sound asleep by now. but he's only halfway through there, being pulled back to wake by your questions.

"cheol?"

he hums back, voice thickly layered with sleep.

"what color do you think i am?"

the room turns silent. you wait for a moment.

"cheo-"

"blue. you seem like blue to me."

"why blue?"

"cause, to me, blue means calm, peace, and secure. like i dont have to worry about anything. like i can let down all my thoughts to rest for a while. and you feel like all those things to me."

you just hum back in response, the next question thats displayed on your screen preventing you from thinking over his words.

a minute passes before you ask again, "cheol?"

"...yes, love?"

"what icecream flavour am i?"

a beat passes before he replies, "you're cookies-n-cream. because you're soft and sweet, with a little crunch at times."

you hum yet again, registering his answer.

"plus, its your favourite," he adds, which brings a soft smile to your face.

you turn your attention back to your phone, searching for the next question.

"cheol...?"

"love.... how about we go to sleep now, and i'll answer all your questions tomorrow?" he asks, looking at you with eyes drooping with sleep.

you just smile and nod, turning off your phone and keeping it aside before you get back into bed. as soon as you lay down, seungcheol's quick to snuggle into your side, his face nuzzled into your neck, his breaths tickling you. you take a look at the sleepy man with you before closing your eyes.

.

.

"cheol!"

"yes, my love?

"...i love you."

he doesnt respond immediately, but you feel him smiling into your skin, his breath hitching for the slightest of moments before returning to normal as he mumbles back.

"i love you too, dear."

bf texts with Seventeen! hyung line

[req by 🐨 anon] long distance relationship with Seventeen

genre: crack, fluff, one shots, smau, fake texts!

character(s): scoups, jeonghan, joshua, jun, hoshi, wonwoo, woozi

masterlist

this is for 🐨 anon <3

cake crumbles

pairing: non-idol!woozi x fem!reader

genre: fluff. established relationship au. some slight comfort.

warnings: anxious jihoon who just wants everything to go well. proposal mentions. food.

word count: 1.3k~

daisy's notes: he :( <3

“Okay. We can fix this. It’s not too late.” 

The only things holding Jihoon together right now was both Soonyoung and Vernon’s presence right now. But he hadn’t stopped staring at where your birthday cake had been dropped onto the floor, smashed into a mess of blue and white icing. Even now, he couldn’t bring himself to clean up the mess in Soonyoung’s apartment. Soonyoung was on his knees now, tossing it into a bag to be disposed of properly once it was all done. It had all happened too quickly. One minute he’d been moving it to a different space on the counter, and the next he’d been lying on the floor, body aching from his slip, and the cake was destroyed. The little party he’d planned was hours away, and he’d ordered this cake specifically for you…

“I think grocery stores do plain buttercream cakes,” Vernon said, fingers covered in blue as he dropped another chunk of cake into the trash. “It’s not as special, but we can get them to write her name on it.”

“She likes those cakes,” Soonyoung nodded. “That’s what we did for my birthday last year.” 

Right, but those weren’t made for you. Jihoon had gone out of his way to slowly figure out what you’d love the most. He sighed, and moved to get paper towels to wet and clean up the remaining icing. “I don’t know. I wanted to get her something special…”

Vernon looked up. “It’s just her birthday. I know she’s special, but—”

Immediately, Soonyoung started to smack his arm. He shook his head, and Vernon slowly connected the dots.

“Oh.” Then his eyes widened. “Oh! Dude—Today?”

Jihoon quietly nodded, then stopped. “I mean—Not technically?” He sighed, leaning back. “I was going to ask her when we went home. It’ll be after midnight, so it’d be tomorrow, and—”

Vernon nodded. “Alright. Look,” he pushed himself off the floor. “I know some people. Maybe one of ‘em could help do us a favor.” 

Something inside of him seemed to crumple like tissue paper at how easily Vernon seemed to take charge right now.  That should be what he was doing. You were his girlfriend, his love, and yet he couldn’t seem to drag himself out of the spiralling thoughts that he’d fucked this all up. He knew what you would say now, though: that it was fine. That you didn’t need a birthday cake to be happy. But today needed to be perfect for you. You treated him with so much kindness, always so gentle but clear with how much you loved him. Jihoon wasn’t always the loudest with how much he loved the people in his life, but he hoped that his love was clear, too. This was supposed to be part of his big gesture, the thing that screamed to the skyline that he loved you wholeheartedly. The other part was the box still tucked away in his pants pocket, even now. He carried it with him most days, just in case he ever felt the inclination to forego his plans…

Maybe he should have. Then he wouldn’t be so stressed right now making sure everything went right. 

Vernon had already stepped away, calling someone to see what they could do on such short notice. Soonyoung, on the other hand, had helped him wipe up the remaining icing. The floor needed to be mopped soon anyway, and then the scene of the crime would be entirely taken care of. By the time it was all taken care of, Vernon already had a name and a place to go—which led to Soonyoung pushing Jihoon toward him, saying he could handle setting up the rest. 

He’d described as basic a cake as he could: vanilla, decorated with buttercream in blue and white, with maybe some flowers on it if the baker could swing it. All it needed to say was ‘Happy birthday’ and your name. The easiest thing that they could make, he would accept as long as it tasted good. With the order placed and a time given to pick it up, Jihoon stepped back out onto the street with Vernon at his heels.

“So…” He’d soon fallen into step beside him. “It’s not just about the cake, is it?”

Jihoon slowly nodded, tucking his hands into his pockets. Anything to look more casual instead of the nervous storm he was inside. “If I don’t make it right… Then I’m going to feel like I failed her.”

“You could literally show up with just a thing of Oreos and she’ll love you.” Vernon looked over. “It’s fine to be nervous, but I don’t think there’s anything you could do that could upset her.” 

“I know, but…”

Vernon bumped into him, just to get his attention back on him. “You two love each other a lot, dude. It’s gonna be alright.” 

Jihoon could only hope that it would be.

Hours passed quicker than Jihoon expected them to. He and Vernon had returned to Soonyoung’s apartment and helped him set up for your little birthday party. Seungcheol had thankfully agreed to drive the cake over, careful as he could be, while Jihoon had to return home to you. He’d fed you this plan to go out for a movie and then dinner, hand hovering over his pocket. The box was right there. Maybe it’d be better for him to leave it somewhere safe here, but he felt better carrying it on him. 

“Jihoony?” You had turned from where you were putting on an earring—one of the ones he bought you last year for Christmas. There’s a playful lift to your voice, smiling at him. “Everything okay?”

He nodded, making his way over to you. “Everything’s perfect,” he said. Yet the pit in his stomach didn’t seem to shrink at all. He had hoped that saying it aloud would do something, and yet…

You fastened the earring into place, and then reached forward to cup his face. “Jihoony.” You let out a long sigh. “I know.”

“You… know?”

“One,” you said, “Cheol accidentally let the party secret slip when I asked him if he wanted to join us for dinner. And two…” You shut your eyes for a moment. “Remember the other week when you came home exhausted from work? You changed, ate dinner, and then went straight to bed…”

Oh no. Oh no. He swore he had tucked the ring box into his bag after he drove home. “So, you…”

With a soft kiss against his lips, you leaned back. Your chapstick tasted like birthday cake, all too fitting for today. “Whenever you ask, I’m going to say yes.” 

Jihoon met your eyes. “Even if it’s tonight?”

“Maybe wait until we’re alone,” you said, as if he hadn’t always planned for that. “But yes,” you giggled. “Tonight included.”

Jihoon reached for your hands, taking them into his own. The words already started to pour out of him before he could even think twice, “I dropped your birthday cake earlier. We got a replacement, but it isn’t the one I ordered for you. I hope that’s okay.” 

Instead of saying anything else, all you did was step back as you laughed. He’d fallen in love with your laugh long ago, but hearing it now he swore he was falling in love with the sound all over again. When you faced him again, you were smiling harder than before, even more radiant this time.

“As long as I get to enjoy it with you,” you said, “I’m going to be happy.” 

All at once, his anxieties disappeared. He leaned in, lips brushing against yours for just a few seconds. He knew he would kiss you properly once the two of you were home again. But for now, he’d leave you with something fleeting, just to leave both of you wanting more. “Happy birthday,” he said for the second time today, hands resting at your waist. “I love you so much.”

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— mission; steal his dimples | c.sc

genre; tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship, gn! reader | tw; mentions of food. | a/n; in my soft era. been wanting to write this forever. i love how im writing anything but my wips :)) anyways, enjoy this!

you push open the door gently, peeking your head in to ensure that all is clear. clear. a triumphant smile sits on your lips as you tip-toe into the chambers you shared with your lover. there he is. 

seungcheol lies asleep on the bed, warmed by the blanket you both crocheted on a sleepless night. his face sticks out from it, an adorable mess of hair with the cutest cheeks possible. a sigh escapes your lips at the sight blessing your eyes. 

the mattress dips when you crawl onto it with sly resolve. he stirs in his sleep, shifting his body to face your side of the bed. your heart warms when his hands search for you, but a frown settles on his lips when he can't find you. instead, he settles for a pillow, snuggling into it. 

you don't immediately go for the killer move. instead, you cast a warm smile to his figure and give feather-light pats to his hair, careful to not wake him up. then, you pat his stomach through the blanket and smile again (not like the smile ever left your face). 

it wasn't midnight. rather, the sun is setting just now, casting a side of the world in a farewell glow. but your lover was knocked out in a siesta after having his stomach filled with food and love. the soft cushion of his stomach makes your smile widen. 

seungcheol was firm and sturdy throughout the first months you had known him, both by soul and body. but his barriers broke down one by one and, you were introduced to a softer and more fragile version of him. and he complained (lovingly) about how his muscles were disappearing due to all the food you were feeding him. 

that was years ago, and now you are sharing a home with him. and since then, you have seen multiple versions of him come and go, but one thing is sure, you love seungcheol, and you will for as long as you breathe. 

you breathe in shakily and blink away the tears with a shake of your head. focus! getting distracted during a mission could be deadly. and just as you are about to proceed further, you realise something. the dimples! they are missing! 

with an existential crisis in tow, you realise that he has to smile for them to appear. you slap your forehead and stare at him with a blank face. “admired me enough?” 

you yelp as he pulls you down to the mattress, caging you in his arms and nuzzling his nose into your neck. you laugh, “oh, forgive this poor soul for admiring you.” you exclaim dramatically, and he giggles at your antics. a wide smile adorns his face, causing his dimples to pop out. there they are.

you decide to take the chance, leaning in to quickly kiss both of his dimples. “ha! i stole your dimples,” you announce, quickly escaping from his arms and making a run for it. but your speed would dwindle in comparison to his strength as he pulls you back to the bed.

he makes you lay on the bed, effectively caging you with his whole body now. laughter shakes the bed as he tickles you with a love-drunk smile. you turn your head away from him, avoiding his kisses “to take his dimples back.”

“no, they are mine now!” he tickles you further, and you give in. your lips melt into his kiss, and you hold his face, enjoying the softness of them. he sighs, breaks the kiss, and leans his forehead on yours. with a kiss on your nose, he lays beside you, hand intertwined with yours.  

“i got them back.” he boasts his dimples and pushes out his tongue at you. you pout and complain, “you are so greedy! at least give one to me.” he laughs, and you smile. he shows his cheek with a faux begrudging sigh, “fine.” 

you beam, eagerly kissing one of his dimples. “i have one now,” you poke at your cheek, showing him the “dimple.” seungcheol smiles at your antics, pulling you to him to shower your face with kisses. you smile too, and your cheeks hurt, but you couldn't care less.

the sun has settled by now, gleams of moonlight seep through the window, and a serene silence saturates the air. you lay on his chest as he rubs his hand up and down your back, slowly lulling you to sleep. but seungcheol, who had just woken up, is occupied with other thoughts. 

“we should get married.”

your sleep dissipates, and you stare up at him with slight shock. this isn't the first time he has brought up marriage. but this time, it's different. there's assurance in his voice, and the look in his eyes tells you that he's not joking. 

“if i knew that stealing your dimples would have you proposing a marriage, i would've done it long ago.” you joke, pressing a kiss to his lips. “but why? all of a sudden..” you trail, again laying on his chest. and you hear his heartbeat. his heart that he willingly traded for yours long ago. 

he hesitates but still answers, “i.. well. when i think of kids, i can only imagine them with your eyes and your smile.” tears well up in your eyes, and you sniff, feeling like the happiest person on earth. 

“yea? when i think of kids, i imagine them to have your dimples too.”

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