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“Keep it up and you’re never shoveling my walks again.”

namjoon x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.3K

a/n: Hi lovelies! This fic started with the simple idea of Joon and Daisy/reader walking around in the winter time and him being adorable about a small Christmas tree. The rest- well, I don’t know how it came to be but I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

Walking happily down the street, you actively avoided meeting Namjoon’s stare, knowing he was watching you as you smugly swung your shopping bag back and forth. 

“You won’t even look at me,” he huffed and shook his head, though you could hear it in his voice that he was biting back a smile. “You’re so proud of yourself,” he continued his lighthearted complaints. Rolling your eyes, you stepped in front of him, halting his steps, your hand resting on his shoulder to hold him in place. Widening your eyes, you looked at him directly to make your point. “Stop it,” he told you quietly, a small grin breaking through, his dimples appearing as small divots in his cheeks.

“Stop complaining then. And stop glaring at me,” you retorted, Namjoon taking offense.

“I haven’t been glaring,” he defended himself, making you shoot him an expression that said, really?  

“I bought the shoes, get over it,” you shot back, Namjoon’s mouth dropping open as he glanced down at the shopping bag.

A gust of cold wind struck you both, sending his hair flying across the side of his face and a shiver through his tall frame. You were struck with the desire to warm him up.

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“You do know you’re not actually a grandpa, right, Min?”

Yoongi x Reader (or oc)

Genre: fluff

Word count: 2.4K 

a/n: This scenario is inspired by Hozier’s “Jackie and Wilson” so if you know the song and the lyrics, you’ll probably pick up on bits of it throughout this. It’s basically just Yoongi and his partner being soft while listening to the actual Jackie Wilson. I hope you all enjoy!  As always, thanks for reading :)) 

TURNING over in bed, your eyes still stubbornly shut, you felt around for your boyfriend to cuddle into him. Your hand finding nothing but mattress and sheets, you groaned. Slowly opening your eyes, allowing them to adjust to the brightness of the room, you scanned the empty spot next to you.

Reluctantly sitting up, you scooted to the edge of the bed, wrapping the duvet around your shoulders, holding it together at the center of your chest. Taking a moment to gather yourself, you sat on the bed, your mind in a haze, Yoongi at the center of it. 

Standing up, you dragged your feet across the bedroom floor, making a quick stop at the bathroom to brush your teeth. As your mind woke up, you began to wonder where Yoongi was. He couldn’t seriously be in the studio already, could he? Growing more curious of your boyfriend’s whereabouts, you shuffled down the hallway, toothbrush still at work, stopping in front of Yoongi’s in-home studio, expecting to find him there. 

Peeking through the door, you found the room empty, the computer monitor’s screen black, no sign of activity since the previous evening. Pulling your eyebrows together, your confusion growing, you walked a little faster down the hallway, scanning the living room quickly, then the kitchen. Still no Yoongi, however, the coffee pot was on, nearly full minus one cup. 

Spitting the toothpaste out in the kitchen sink, you tilted your head towards the ceiling, inhaling deeply, calling out, “Yoongi,” on the exhale, dragging out the final vowel in his name. Freezing as you silently waited for a response, you pouted when you received none. 

As you swished water around your mouth, a knock on the glass panel of the sliding glass door on the opposite side of the kitchen resounded throughout the room, your head quickly snapping towards the sound. 

Your eyes landed on Yoongi sitting in a patio chair, wearing an amused gummy grin with his hand held up waving cutely at you, the other hand wrapped around a coffee mug. Cocking your head at him, you took a moment to comprehend the fact that your boyfriend, Min Yoongi, was outside on the deck at 8 am. 

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soup!

mark lee x reader, super fluffy bc this is my literal bf and he makes me want to cry 25/8

a/n: mark brainrot has been so bad lately the delusions are getting to me

“where do you wanna go for lunch today?” you asked your boyfriend, who was currently mindlessly scrolling through his phone. 

it was mark’s day off from his tour, leaving you and him to explore chicago on your own. like the lovely significant other you are, you decided to treat mark out for lunch as a way to reward him for all the hard work that he’s been doing.

“uhm,” he thought for a second before letting out an awkward laugh. “i don’t really know what’s around here.”

you thought about taking him somewhere fancy; somewhere where you could proudly treat your boyfriend to expensive ass food (even if it did leave you and your wallet crying by the end of the night) because, to you, mark deserved nothing but the absolute best. thus, you began to search for some of the more famous spots in chicago. a curious hum from your lover quickly interrupted you and caught your attention.

“johnny was talking about this one place he used to go to all the time,” he trailed off, trying to remember the name. “it’s, like, a bakery…?”

“a bakery…” you mumbled to yourself, smiling at the idea. “that would be cute!”

“i think it was called panera…?” mark sat up, ready to call johnny to confirm if his memory was correct. “yeah, i’m pretty sure that’s what it was called.”

you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “you want to go to panera?”

mark smiled at the sound of your laughter and turned to look at you. “yeah, i’m down! i want to see what johnny was raving about.”

“it’s not all that fancy though, just a warning,” you replied. not that there was anything wrong with panera, but you wanted to treat mark to something…better than panera.

mark shrugged, moving a stray piece of hair out of your eyes. “i don’t care about that. as long as i get to spend time with you, i can eat anything.”

flushed, you looked away and stood up, pulling mark up with you. “alright! panera it is!”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

the two of you stood aside as you browsed the menu together. you hummed nostalgically with a soft smile on your face as you took in the atmosphere.

“you know, i used to come to panera a lot when i was in high school, too,” you told your boyfriend (who was meticulously observing his different options of soup).

at this, mark turned his head to you. “really? that’s dope, i didn’t know that.” the excitement in his voice made you chuckle, finding your boyfriend extremely endearing. “okay, should i get the chicken soup, or the broccoli cheddar? what vibe are we feeling today?”

after a moment, you leaned into his shoulder. “how about the chicken soup? we can share that and i can get us a pizza to share too.”

mark nodded and placed a soft kiss on your head, silently agreeing to your proposal. he let out a sudden gasp, catching you off guard. “woah, wait, you can get your soup in a bread bowl?” he looked at you as if to get your opinion and was only met with a fond smile. he took that as a way of you saying you liked the idea as much as he did. “dude, let’s do that.”

“i’ll order, you can find us a place to sit.” you gently pushed mark, determined to pay for your guys’ meal today.

mark frowned, keeping close to your side. “what? no, no, i can order, you should go sit.”

you placed your hands on mark’s shoulders, stopping him in his place. “let me treat you today, okay? you deserve it.” after mark made no effort to move, you pleaded one more time. “please? let me do this for you.”

although reluctant, mark eventually gave into you. he placed a quick peck on your cheek before turning around to go find a table for you two. “i’m treating us to dessert after this, then.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

“oh my god.”

you couldn’t help but laugh at the way that mark marveled at the food in front of him. he happily took photos of his bread bowl (and the pizza, but he was more excited about the bread bowl), and insisted on taking cute photos of you despite your constant whining about not being photogenic enough. you also took photos of mark, though he was too focused on the soup to notice that you were. 

mark dipped his spoon into the soup and raised it towards you, urging you to take the first bite (slurp ??). “here, taste it.”

leaning over the table, you hummed happily at the taste of the warm soup. maybe it was because of the cold weather in chicago, but the soup tasted especially good (or, maybe it was because you were eating it with the person you loved the most). “wow, that’s really good!”

mark took a napkin and wiped at a small drop of soup that dripped onto your chin before bringing the spoon to his mouth as well. leaning back in his seat, mark sighed in content, very clearly enjoying the soup. “damn,” he said after a second. “that’s some good soup. i see why you and johnny would come here all the time.”

“i think i only ever got the mac n cheese so, this is pretty new for me too,” you admitted, laughing at the look of disbelief on your boyfriend’s face.

“all those choices and you chose mac n cheese?” he teased you before feeding you another spoonful of soup.

“hey, the mac n cheese is really good, okay? and i was, like, sixteen.” you pouted at him.

“yeah, sixteen and clearly missing out on some good soup.” mark laughed at you, wincing after you gently kicked him under the table. “maybe we’ll have to come back sometime so you can treat me to this famous mac n cheese.”

smiling and reaching over to gently poke at his free hand, you agreed. “i think panera dates should be our thing whenever we come to the u.s., hm?”

mark shrugged. “that would be cool. i would eat anywhere with you, you know.” he took your hand in his and played with your fingers as he stared fondly at you.

you scrunched up your nose, feigning disgust. “you’re so corny.” mark only let out a soft chuckle and squeezed your hand that was still held in his.

“thanks for lunch today. you didn’t have to do that,” he thanked you softly, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

“i wanted to treat you out today. you’ve been working really hard, it’s the least that i could do,” you confessed to him. “you’re doing great, you know? i don’t think i tell you that enough.”

dipping his head down, mark let out small noises of embarrassment. “don’t say things like that, you’re gonna make me blush.” he tried to fight the smile that was slowly growing on his face, but it was no use. “thank you, y/n. i love you.”

you pressed a quick kiss to his knuckles, your heart swelling at his words. “i love you too. now let’s fuck up this food!”

it’s yours - haechan imagine

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codename: monster (M)

pairing: jeno (nct) + you (reader)

summary: your life is nothing short of idyllic. you have a perfect house, a beautiful daughter and a loving husband. there’s just one rule - never ask Jeno what he does for a living…

warnings: mild language; recurring dialogue related to pregnancy and baby making; explicit sexual content

a/n: this is part of my villain series beast mode, but can be read separately as a standalone oneshot; check my masterlist for other parts; happy reading!

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[ 23:58pm ] — i love you. remember that.

you and haechan were polar opposites. he was sociable, outgoing, popular, and charmed every person he crosses paths with. he was very ambitious and hardworking and was probably voted most likely to succeed in high school. you, on the other hand, preferred to keep to yourself most of the time, essentially satisfied with mediocrity, and an overall one’s usual plain jane.

you never understood why he liked you in the first place.

the insecurities in your relationship with haechan rarely clog your mind, but when they do, they hit you like a truck. you tended to distance yourself from your boyfriend, wallowing in your own self-pity until he maybe notices and coaxes you out of it.

you wonder how long until his patience with your negativity runs out and leaves you for someone else. someone better.

“you ok?” haechan’s voice snaps you out of your downward spiral. you blinked a few times out of shock, then responded curtly. “yeah, i’m alright.”

haechan narrowed his eyes at you, obviously not believing a word you’re saying. “penny for your thoughts?”

“it’s nothing, hyuck. go back to playing.”

you used his real name. haechan let out a quiet sigh, took off his headphones and squeezed himself next to you on the bed. you swore you could hear jaemin and jeno yelling at him through his headphones for being afk, but before you could point it out, haechan already has you locked in, his arms snaking around your waist and his legs tangled above yours.

“have i ever told you that you’re pretty?” he whispered.

“sometimes.” you hummed.

“maybe i should be saying it more.” he quietly chuckled.

“you don’t have to.”

haechan scooted almost impossibly closer to you, his breath fanning your neck, the distance between your bodies disappearing.

“have i ever told you that i love you?”

you pause for a moment, guilt creeping into your system. “always.” your boyfriend was one who never shyed away from expressing his feelings. he made sure you felt loved, you hear that you’re loved. his one question was a message to you – ‘i love you, yet why do you feel that way?’ why do you feel so insecure in your relationship when he has never failed to appreciate you? to love you?

“i love the way your forehead scrunches up when you focus.” he started, his fingers softly touching and gliding over your bare arms.

“i love the way you get excited when i come home with cheesecake.” he lightly laughed at the thought as his hands travelled up to your face, cupping your cheeks and making you face him. “i love the way you’re so goddamn bad at valorant, yet you play with me when i ask you to.”

“i think about you all the time. your smile, your hands, your face, your laugh. i think about you before i sleep, the moment i wake up, everytime i eat. it’s you that i see. you’re running through my mind all day it’s . . “ he let out a somewhat exasperated sigh. “you’re the only person who makes me this insane, y/n. really.”

“i love you, y/n. you and only you, just the way you are. forever and always.” his voice was much quieter now and his grip around your waist tightened.

“i’m sorry.” was all you could croak out

“it’s okay. i love you. remember that.”

the two of you were silent for a moment. the guilt in your system slowly subsided into feelings of gratefulness – you were thankful he noticed something’s wrong with you quickly, and you were also thankful he knew how to snap yourself out of it.

“wanna watch a movie?” you suggested.

“i’d like that.” he giggled. he slowly snaked himself away from you to get the tv remote, but his movement halted when you called out his name.

“donghyuck?”

his real name. again. he turned back to face you once more.

“i love you, too. forever and always.”

he grinned, moved closer to you and gave you a light peck on the lips.

“i know.”

a/n: i have returned. haechan making me feel things lately god im so in love w him it’s insanejfksmd.

*. * · Hot Summer Nights *. * ·

#－synopsis! On hot summer nights, the air conditioning being on is a must. Mark would rather sleep without blankets while you get cold easily. Despite your differences, neither of you want to sleep without the other.

#－pairing! Boyfriend!Mark x GN!Reader.

#－genre! Fluff, Cuddling, Domestic!AU.

#－notes! Here is my attempt at infiltrating writerblr. I wrote this during my study hall lol. Please reblog and leave some feedback if you enjoy!

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   Clad in shorts and a tank, you climbed into bed beside Mark. It was a hot summer night. Crickets chirped under the moonlight, a natural lullaby of sorts. The air inside your shared bedroom was crisp and icy, just the way Mark liked it. He kicked the comforter to your side of the bed, not wanting it anywhere near him even accidentally. “Stop judging me,” you whined, wrapping yourself up inside the thick cotton. No matter how hot it was outside, you could not fall asleep without bundling yourself in the covers like a burrito. It was the most comfortable way to sleep, especially when Mark refused to cuddle with you. “It gets so hot and stuffy with you on top of me. The blanket only makes it worse,” he complained almost every morning after you disturbed his sleep with your inherent clinginess. 

    “I never said anything,” he defended, turning his back to you with a huff. You turned the other way. “You don’t have to say anything for me to know.”

    Later that night, Mark was abruptly sucked out of his deep, peaceful slumber. With a disgruntled yawn, he cracked his eyes open, looking around the dark room in confusion. The weight on his chest coupled with his sweat-dampened bangs was telling enough. “What the hell,” he muttered, instinctively pushing your shoulders off his body. You moaned in your sleep, clinging to his torso like a burdock in a cornfield. He didn’t want to wake you up but he also didn’t want to lose more sleep over this predicament. “Y/n please,” he urged out loud, finally managing to detach your limp form away from him. Eyes having adjusted to the darkness now, he could make out the traces of a frown etched on your face. Chuckling under his breath, Mark pushed your hair out of your face, surprised to feel the moisture on your forehead. You were sweating too!

    He forced himself to sit up. He didn’t want you to be uncomfortable as you slept. Tugging the comforter out from underneath you, he threw it over the other side of the bed. Your skin was clammy with sweat. Laying back down, he moved his pillow to the center of the bed and pulled you into his side. As if your mind had subconsciously recognized that it was him, you slung your arm around his waist, snuggling your face into his shoulder. Two seconds without the comforter and the skin on your arms was already teeming with goosebumps. With a fond smile on his face, Mark rubbed his palm over your arms and thighs, warming you up from the outside. “Why don’t you wear longer clothes if you get cold this easily?” He wondered to himself. “‘Cause it’s summertime,” you mumbled loosely, definitely still asleep. Raising his brows in astonishment, he laughed and pressed a kiss to your forehead, eager to share the incident with you the next morning. Sighing deeply, he placed an arm behind his head and shut his eyes. “Goodnight y/n. Hope you sleep tight.” 

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touch (mark lee)

lowercase intended

“stop touching me,” mark tells haechan, removing the said man’s arm from his shoulders. “y/n, how do you deal with your boyfriend being like this?” haechan asks. you giggle at the scene in front you. mark isn’t really fond of physical touches even with you, his girlfriend. you have been dating for 5 months now, and you were used to it. he wouldn’t even let you hold his hands for more than a minute. it made you sad at first, but he explained that he just doesn’t like being touched often, and you understood him. it doesn’t mean he loves you less.

a month after

you and mark were both sitting on his couch, watching a movie you weren’t paying attention to anymore. you were busy looking at mark, and how cuddly he looks. you know how it will end if you try to cuddle— him subtly pushing you off him after a few minutes— but you would take those few minutes in his arms any day, so you slowly position yourself, and cuddle him. he wraps his hands around you, and gives you kisses on your forehead. you smile at him, and seize the moment. after a minute, you slowly get off him knowing he would do it himself. “where are you going?” he asks. “hmm? just here beside you,” you smile at him. “come here, let’s cuddle,” he pouts. “getting used to my touches now?” you joke, “the only touch i want on me forever.”

( 10:16PM ) "how will you remember me if you lost your memories?"

nakamoto yuta looks up at you from the pages of his book, a questioning brow quirked at your sudden question.

"like if i got amnesia because of an accident?" he asks for clarification.

you nod and watch as he sits up till you're sitting side by side, his arm slung around your shoulders. you lean your head against his shoulder, staring up at his thoughtful expression curiously.

"well," he begins, trying to formulate a reasonable response as he sets down the book he had been reading, "since you're my partner, i would assume that you would be by my side when i wake up at the hospital. when you realise that i don't remember, you would tell me what we are to each other."

"but what if i didn't tell you that we were together?

yuta's brows furrow in confusion, a frown tugging at his lips, "why wouldn't you tell me?"

"hypothetically," you shrug, "if that were to happen, how would you remember?”

"that i love you?"

"mhm," you nod.

"well, that's easy," yuta says with the type of nonchalance that only comes from a person who's absolutely sure of their answer, "i can't help it.”