jeonghan x reader genre: angst; fluff word count: 3K
a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s a Jeonghan fic that was inspired by two songs in particular: “Don’t Go Changing” by Ylona Garcia, and “Beg For You” by Charli XCX feat. Rina Sawayama and Vernon (particularly Vernon’s verse). Jeonghan and reader have sincere feelings for each other but things are complicated. That’s all. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))
Watching Jeonghan sleep, you thought back to when you had last seen him before that night. It had been two weeks earlier, and it was a week before that time. Too long, you thought. But that was ok, or at least it had to be, because Jeonghan wasn’t your boyfriend. Admiring his peaceful state as his deep breaths filled the silence of the dimly lit room, you had to remind yourself of that. It didn’t matter that he let himself into your apartment just hours earlier with his own key, or that he had left a hoodie at your place weeks earlier that only left your closet when you wanted to wear it against your skin, and it didn’t even matter that he was naked and asleep in your bed, shrouded in floral sheets that smelled like you. He wasn’t your boyfriend, and things were complicated.
Dragging your gaze over his features, disbelief racked your brain as you processed his existence. It was unfair how pretty he was as he slept, mostly because you were certain you looked less than appealing in slumber, but also because he wasn’t really yours to admire. How dare he be so attractive sleeping in your bed and not be yours. He slept on his side, your comforter draped over his hips leaving just his torso bare for your appreciation. The smooth skin of his chest was tempting you to reach out and place your hand over his heart to feel it’s pulse. You loved the fact that he was alive. And he was there with you. Even if he wasn’t yours. Even if he wasn’t staying.
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⇢ pairing: min yoongi x reader
⇢ genre: fluff, established relationship
⇢ summary: watching the rain outside from a cosy armchair within the warm arms of the love of your life. also there’s hot chocolate.
⇢ word count: approx. 450
⇢ warnings: uhhh mentions of cloud piss, gender neutral reader and just lots of fluff <3
⇢ a/n: it’s so nice to be writing again :D
"it's raining." you inform yoongi, without turning around, when you hear him enter the living room. you are curled up in an armchair, blankets cuddled close to you, cupping a mug of hot chocolate in your sweater paws, contemplating the world outside through the crystalline glass of the wide window.
"so it is," yoongi agrees, but when you turn to him, he's not following your gaze out the window. he's looking at you. gentle smile, wordless love.
you return it, brightening slightly when he seats himself next to you on the armchair, and you lift the blanket to welcome him into your little world.
he likes to watch you watch things. he loves the way your brows furrow in the middle of a thought, the way your eyes twinkle when you think of something that amuses you, the way you sigh and shake off thoughts that run too deep into the past. all he ever wants is to know you, entirely and completely. to read you like one of those books you adore so much, open your wonderful mind and see it all. maybe leave room for himself there too, just as you scribble notes in the margins of your paperbacks.
and just like always, he asks —
"what's going on in that pretty head of yours today, sweetheart?" soft words as he slips an arm around you, guides your head to its rightful place on his chest while setting down your empty mug.
"look." you giggle already, knowing he'll find your thoughts amusing. "the world," you gesture grandly towards the wide expanse of window, "is getting hydrated."
he scoffs, shakes his head in fond exasperation.
"or, or," you put in alternatively. "the clouds are crying."
his nose scrunches. "now that one's just sad."
"so are the clouds," you retort cheekily.
"maybe they're just taking a piss," he suggests, and it's your turn to scrunch your nose up.
"that is rank!"
he shrugs, plants a kiss to the top of your head, idly draws patterns on your exposed skin. you sign contentedly, body melting into him.
oh, how you love the rain. love the unspoken agreement that dictates the two of you must come to the armchair and cuddle, must hold each other close like this. how you love yoongi's fingers combing gently through your hair, teasing knots out. how you love curling up against his chest, his arm warm and safe around you. how you love, how you love, how you love.
"i love the rain." you keep your proclamation simple, despite the tumult of words running through your brain. he knows. you know he knows.
("you say that now," he warns in return. "wait 'til you find out i'm right and it's been cloud piss all along.")
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“Almost every woman I have ever met has a secret belief that she is just on the edge of madness, that there is some deep, crazy part within her, that she must be on guard constantly against ‘losing control’ — of her temper, of her appetite, of her sexuality, of her feelings, of her ambition, of her secret fantasies, of her mind.”
― Elana Dykewomon, Sinister Wisdom 36: Surviving Psychiatric Assault & Creating Emotional Well-Being in Our Communities
seungcheol x reader genre: fluff word count: 1.8K
a/n: Hi lovelies! I just thought it would be cute to write a drabble where seungcheol is just really really soft and in love with his partner, so that’s all this is. Not much plot, they’re just smitten. (and idk how good this is :/ be kind lol) I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))
You met Seungcheol in the winter. Your first date consisted of drinking hot coffees and walking around a park after a fresh snowfall. With your glove-covered hands intertwined amid your nervous and infatuated giggles, the date was so perfect, he was so perfect, that it almost felt too good to be true.
Then came the third date, when he took you to a movie. Simple and classic. The second time your fingers brushed each other’s as you reached into the popcorn bucket, you sighed before leaning toward him. As your lips neared his ear, you noticed the way his breath hitched. “If you want to hold my hand, just say so, Cheol,” you whispered to him, and when he turned to face you, you flashed a teasing smile at him. Seungcheol scoffed at you, beaming from ear to ear as he decidedly interlocked his fingers with yours. When you whispered, “finally,” to yourself, a content grin on your face, and Seungcheol giggled in response, you realized you were wrong before. Some things can be perfect without being too good to be true, and Seungcheol was one of those.
After the movie, neither of you wanted to go home quite yet. As you sat in the passenger seat of his car while he drove aimlessly around the city streets, buying time, the windows surrounding you fogged up as the defrost worked overtime to keep the windshield clear. He was intent on stretching out the night for as long as he could, and you were grateful for it. With every streetlight he drove under, he snuck glances at you, not wanting to miss the opportunity to catch glimpses of your features. And every time, you caught him, but he never stopped looking.
In the spring, you and Seungcheol were still smitten with each other. Pulling up to the convenience store, Seungcheol stared at you questioningly for a moment.
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Casa Pasiva, Monte de El Pardo, Madrid, Spain,
SlowStudio
request also for: “I did the dishes.”
namjoon x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 900+
a/n: Hi lovelies! This is part of the ‘100 ways to say I love you’ drabbles. It was requested by @milk-and-moni, I hope you enjoy it love! I wrote this very quickly and very last minute for Joonie’s birthday so hopefully it’s alright lol. Oh! Also this takes place the night of my fic, “Forever yours, in every lifetime” in which Namjoon promises reader/Daisy he’ll cook dinner for them. Thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy! :))
p.s. Happiest of birthdays to Namjoonie, the best leader and the gentlest man around <3
It was rare that your boyfriend cooked for you, both of you typically agreeing that he should stay out of the kitchen, mostly for his own safety. Namjoon was, to be completely frank, far from a good chef. And he didn’t claim to be, however it seemed as though he had perfected the spaghetti aglio olio recipe he had been practicing.
Contently stuffed full of the delicious pasta, you cleared the empty plates from the table. Leaning down toward Namjoon where he was still seated, you placed a gentle kiss to the top of his head.
“Dinner was amazing, babe, thank you. I’ll do the dishes,” you told him with a smile.
“I told you that you didn’t need a fire extinguisher,” he teased in reply, eliciting a roll of your eyes.
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softies
Maybe #83 for Jin? (my love my light) I LOVE YOU I hope you’re doing okay
(request for: "Stay there. I'm coming to get you.")
seokjin x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 500+
For as confident of a man as your boyfriend was, he had an adorable habit of getting shy when attention was focused on him. And well, sometimes you had to do things like surprise him with food while he was at work, just to see that bashful grin as his ears tinted red.
However, you had been lugging the bags of food up and down the corridors in search of the man for several minutes and had yet to find him. As you prepared to check the rapline studios, your phone started buzzing in your pocket. Huffing in frustration, you set one of the bags down to answer the call, finding Jin’s contact ID.
“Hello?” You answered the phone, just as Namjoon stepped out of his studio, his eyes instantly finding you.
“Where are you?” Jin asked you just as Namjoon waved at you.
“Uh,” you waved back, “I’m home.”
“Home?” He asked, confusion and skepticism lacing his tone. “I, uh, kind of doubt that.”
“What are you doing here?” Namjoon called out to you, you trying to gesture for him to be quiet, only for the man to pull his eyebrows together in question. “Jin left early to spend the day with you,” he informed you a bit more quietly as he tried to understand what was happening.
“Is that Namjoon?” Jin asked in surprise.
“You’re not at work?” You realized, directing the question to Jin through the phone.
“You’re at my work?” He questioned in surprise.
“I brought you food,” you informed him, all while Namjoon stared at you with wide eyes as he tried to follow the conversation, only hearing your side.
“But I picked up lunch on my way home and I’m now sitting in the living room with two bags of food and no girlfriend,” Jin told you, a smile and laugh working its way into his tone.
“Well fuck,” you breathed out, Namjoon chuckling down the hallway as Jin’s squeaky laughter rang through the speaker. “Hang on, I’ll catch a bus and come home,” you giggled as Namjoon walked toward you.
“No, no, stay there,” Jin told you through the phone as the sound of keys clinked in the background. “I’m coming to get you.”
“You know, Jinnie,” you started as Namjoon appeared in front of you with an amused grin. “We’re just too in sync,” you finished, your boyfriend cackling through the phone as Namjoon chuckled in front of you.
“It’s a blessing and a curse,” Jin agreed, expressing feigned burden in his tone.
“You call this in sync?” Namjoon questioned, poking fun at your mishap.
“Of course I do,” you smiled proudly, as Jin yelled out his own response though Namjoon couldn’t hear him.
“Of course we’re in sync,” he shouted defensively before falling into squeaky laughter, causing a small chuckle to slip from between your lips at the adorable sound.
Definitely in sync. Because only you and Jin would find yourselves in this situation, both trying to surprise the other with food on the same day, ending up in opposite places, both confused and amused by the predicament. How much more in sync could you get?
〔 𝟎𝟕:𝟏𝟔𝐩𝐦 〕 “but he keeps eating and sleeping on my bunk, i don’t understand!”
jaemin brushes a stray hair from his face as he finally finishes his 8 minute-long rant about his youngest roommate. he doesn’t usually complain for this long, but it’s been over two weeks since the last time he came to visit, so it’s not too surprising that he has a lot to share with you.
he sips on what’s left of his evening coffee as he packs away the leftovers of the picnic he’d spent all morning preparing for. he double checks to make sure that all of the containers are completely sealed; you always teased him about that one time he left the lid ajar and food got all over the inside of his bag. sometimes he found it annoying, but he knew he’d forget if you didn’t remind him, so he’s always at least half-grateful.
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─ Synopsis: Unexpectedly, your own demons had crept up on you without any warning. Being all too familiar with this feeling of anxiety, doubt, and insecurity - you have broken down into tears in front of your boyfriend. No matter how many tears have been shed, Johnny Suh is your vitamin willing to fight off every plague affecting your mind.
─ Pairing: Idol!Johnny Suh x Gender-Neutral Reader
─ Genre: One-Shot, Angst w. Comfort, Fluff/Wholesome
─ Concepts: Idol!Johnny Suh, established relationship, johnny comforting reader basically, cuddling with johnny <3, reader being insecure / feeling like a burden, implications of reader suffering with depression / depressive episodes, some johnny humor because it makes my heart ache less when writing it, this hitting too close to home why tf did i write this at 2 am
─ Count of Words: 3.2k
─ Inspiration of the work: Godspeed by Frank Ocean + “Girl, you gotta take it all baby and i’ll be your therapist for the day, that’s okay.” (Vitamin by NCT 127)
❒ a/n: this is self-indulgent, but please take care of yourself. i really do hope yall are doing alright <3 just a reminder: you guys arent alone! and it’s okay to have bad days. stay safe ෆ
Something felt wrong today.
It was one of those days where you returned back home from work, the long hours taking a toll on your drained body and your mind weighing heavily with unexpected burdens. Though today was no different from your usual schedule, you suddenly reached a limit of your own mentality; however, what could have triggered it? You cannot find one explanation or one reason why it would happen so suddenly.
To you, it was simply one of those days where you begin to crumble without much real reason; fingertips gripping onto the surface tightly yet begging to loosen, as though you didn’t mind the idea of falling.
Standing in front of the counter with a heavy chest, you came to a pause with what you were doing; the cup of ramen steaming in front of you, a cloud of heat rising and causing your own vision to become hazy. Tiredly, you look down at the softened noodles, the packets of spices sitting near your frozen hands. Slowly turning to the time displayed on the microwave with green, glowing numbers; you read the late numbers of the night, knowing your boyfriend will be coming home in a few minutes.
Knowingly, Johnny Suh would be returning with his own tiredness cursing his tensed body. But, you could vividly imagine him returning home with a smile appearing on his face upon seeing you; his whole body led to you, as though he had a set course every time he sees you - he is always navigating his way to you, no matter how heavy his body feels. No matter how his feet drags, he is approaching you with a warm smile and eyes flickering like a steady flame of a candle.
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i miss hyuck so yea here’s another scenario😭🥺💛 hope you like it! also stream beatbox!! what’s your favorite track of the album?
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