#ᝰ.ᐟ ―how to fall in love (for dummies)

[fae-renjun]

HOW TO FALL IN LOVE (FOR DUMMIES) — nct dream ‘00 line

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ meet renjun, jeno, haechan, and jaemin — roommates and, so far, idiots when it comes to their love lives. but a lot can happen in a year. over the course of a year, all four college boys will finally fall in love, even if they struggle a bit on the way down.

an nct dream '00 line x fem!reader series of oneshots / taglist open for all / more info under the cut

i. the anatomy of a romance — l.jn

when yn finally got tickets for comic con this year, the last thing she expected was to accidentally coordinate outfits with lee jeno: the boy she had been tied with for the top of every class they had taken together since first year. or in which jeno begins to realise the girl he could never beat in academics has more in common with him than he thought.

lee jeno x fem!reader ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ academic rivals to lovers — read jeno’s letter here.

ii. conversations with myself — n.jm

yn had explicit instructions (from herself and her best friends) to stay away from na jaemin. nothing good could ever come from texting one’s ex, right? yet somehow after a chaotic night, an excruciatingly awkward situation and a silent plea for help, she ends up with na jaemin’s jacket draped over her shoulders for the first time in a year. or in which jaemin wants so badly to move on, but when yn breaks no-contact to thank him for helping her he begins to realise he never should have left. 

na jaemin x fem!reader ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ second chance romance — read jaemin’s letter here.

iii. skeleton milkshake — l.hc

there were two types of fortune cookie eaters in the world: the kind that broke the cookie neatly in half to retrieve the fortune, and the ones that bit right in and pulled the sheet of paper out of their mouths. lee haechan had always been the latter type, yn knew this. yn also thought she knew everything there was to know about haechan, but after bumping into the boy she’d lived next to all her life at a party on campus, she began to question it. had she not been looking when the menace she called a neighbour grew into the boy he was now? or in which haechan watched yn change and go through every phase of her life right in front of his face, yet she’d only just started paying attention.

lee haechan x fem!reader ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ childhood friends to lovers — read haechan’s letter here.

iv. i had a dream about that boy again — h.rj

with yn’s brother hendery inviting both his own friends and hers for a massive winter break trip, the holidays were sure to be exciting—until yn realised that going on the trip would mean seeing huang renjun, who had haunted her dreams and daydreams for 712 days and counting. or in which renjun sees yn for the first time since high school, realises he misjudged her all those years ago and decides it's time to make things right. 

huang renjun x fem!reader ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ brother’s best friend — read renjun’s letter here.

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[wonwunss]

–ᝰ.ᐟ✮ Seungkwan has always shown his affection through playful teasing, calling his sunshiney best-friend-turned-lover names like “dummy” and “idiot”—terms laced with years of shared memories and unspoken love.

But when someone else casually calls you the same name, it doesn’t land the same. You’re too polite to say anything, but Seungkwan sees it instantly—and doesn’t tolerate it one bit.

pairing: seungkwan x f!reader

genre: fluff, slice of life, grumpy x sunshine dynamics, protective love, love language (teasing as affection), “only i get to call you that” trope

word count: 1.2k

a/n: thank you for all the love 🥹🥹 i appreciate it a lot really🫶🏻🫶🏻 also i feel like i haven’t seen seungkwan in forever, missing him a little more today..

You don’t remember the first time Seungkwan called you idiot. Probably somewhere between you falling asleep during a cram session and waking up with highlighter on your face.

But you do remember how your heart stuttered at the way he said it.

Soft, almost fond—like it was dipped in every memory the two of you ever made. It wasn’t cruel or cold. It was never that. Not with him.

It was:

“Yah, idiot, you forgot your charger again.”

“Stop staring at me like that, dummy, you’re distracting.”

“You really are such a chatterbox… but I guess I’m used to it now.”

It was him.

So you didn’t mind. In fact, you’d smile like a lovesick fool every time he muttered one of his usuals, like a song on repeat just for you. And now that you were together—officially dating after years of dancing around each other—it was even better. His insults had a little more tenderness, his teasing laced with soft glances and the quietest acts of love.

Which is why… you weren’t expecting to feel so off when someone else tried it.

“Wow, you really are kind of a dummy, huh?”

The voice was light, amused. A joke. Meant well enough, you guessed.

It was Jisoo—someone from high school who’d joined the little catch-up dinner tonight. Not exactly your friend, but not a stranger either. You’d probably hung out a total of three times in the past, all through Seungkwan. And she always seemed nice enough.

You laughed. Or… tried to. A small huff of breath, polite. Nothing more.

But something about it didn’t land right. The word didn’t feel the same coming from someone else.It wasn’t dipped in warmth. It wasn’t a private joke.It just sounded… mean. Like it was meant to make you feel small.

You didn’t say anything. Just smiled faintly and reached for your drink, hoping the heat crawling up your neck would disappear if you ignored it long enough.

But Seungkwan was already watching.

He saw the way your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. The way your shoulders tensed just a little. The way you avoided looking at anyone for the next five seconds.

And that’s all it took.

“Don’t,” he said flatly.

Jisoo blinked, confused. “What?”

Seungkwan turned his head slowly, like the bare effort of entertaining this conversation was already grating. “Don’t call her that.”

A beat of silence passed. The mood shifted—just slightly. Enough for Jisoo to frown.

“It was a joke,” she said, laughing awkwardly. “You call her that all the time, I thought—”

“Yeah. I call her that.” His voice was sharp now. Icy. “Not you.”

You swallowed, heart skipping.

Seungkwan didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t have to.

His glare was enough to ice over the table.

“I’ve known her since high school,” he went on, tone flat but furious. “You think you get to talk to her like that just because you heard me do it? You think you understand what those words mean between us?”

Jisoo stammered, taken aback. “I-I didn’t mean anything by it—”

“Then maybe next time, think before you open your mouth.”

Another beat. The silence was uncomfortable now. Not even the clink of utensils dared to interrupt.

You reached for his sleeve under the table. “Kwan…”

His gaze flicked down to you, and just like that, something in his expression softened. A breath. A blink. He exhaled, the edge dulling ever so slightly when he looked at you.

You gave him a small smile. One that said I’m okay, really. But he didn’t smile back.

Instead, his hand reached under the table to intertwine with yours. Firm. Reassuring. His thumb brushed over your knuckles once. Twice.

He still didn’t look away when he said, quieter now, “Only I get to call you that.”

Later, on the walk home, you tugged on his sleeve again, voice light.

“You got all scary back there.”

“You didn’t like it,” he muttered, hands shoved deep in his pockets. “I saw your face.”

“It wasn’t that bad—”

“I saw your face.”

You smiled. Warm. Heart aching with something soft.

He always noticed. He always knew.

“You know,” you teased, “you’re kind of possessive.”

He stopped walking, turned to look at you with that familiar frown. “Well, you’re mine.”

You grinned like an idiot. “Say it again.”

“What?”

“The last thing you said. Say it again.”

He rolled his eyes. Looked away. “You’re such a dummy.”

You beamed.

“Only yours.”

Your apartment door closes with a soft click behind you.

Seungkwan doesn’t say anything as you kick off your shoes and toss your bag on the couch. He just stands in the entryway, arms crossed, eyes downcast. Quiet in a way he rarely ever is.

You glance over your shoulder. He hasn’t moved.

“…You good?” you ask gently.

“I shouldn’t have snapped like that.”

You blink. “Kwan—”

“I know they were out of line. But I shouldn’t have made it awkward for you. Or for everyone else. I should’ve waited until after or talked to them privately or something.” His tone is calm, but his brows are furrowed deep. “You’re not a fragile little thing. You can handle yourself. I just—”

“Seungkwan.”

He stops rambling, gaze flicking up to meet yours.

You walk over, arms wrapping loosely around his waist. He doesn’t return the hug immediately. Just stands there, stiff and still, like he’s afraid you’re going to pull away any second.

You lean your cheek against his chest. “I liked that you stood up for me.”

“But you were uncomfortable.”

“Not because of you.”

His arms slowly slide around you. “Still.”

You pull back just enough to look up at him. “You know I’m not mad, right?”

He nods once, but there’s something unspoken in his expression—some quiet guilt clinging stubbornly to the edge of his words. So you rise on your toes, brush his hair away from his forehead, and press a soft kiss to the space right between his brows.

“I’m yours,” you whisper. “To love. To tease. To make fun of—only you get to do that.”

His breath catches.

You cup his cheeks with both hands, smiling like he’s the only boy in the universe. “She didn’t mean anything by it, but… it still didn’t feel nice. And you saw that. You always see me. That means everything, Kwan.”

He doesn’t reply—not right away.

Instead, he leans down and rests his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut.

“I hate it,” he murmurs.

“Hm?”

“When someone else talks to you like that. Like they know you.” He swallows. “Like they think they’ve earned the right to treat you the way I do. They haven’t.”

Your fingers trace gentle lines across his jaw. “You’re so dramatic.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know.” You grin. “It’s cute.”

He groans, pulling you impossibly closer. “Don’t say that.”

“But it is. You’ve been calling me names since I was seventeen and you yelled at me in the cafeteria for eating chips before lunch.”

“You were being a dumbass.”

“See?” you giggle. “Only you.”

He softens then. Really softens.

His arms wrap tighter. His nose nudges against yours. And for once, Seungkwan doesn’t have anything else to say—no snarky comeback, no annoyed little scoff.

Just a long sigh. A hand smoothing over your back. And a whisper so quiet you almost miss it: “I’m never letting anyone hurt you. Not even as a joke.”

You press your lips to his again. “I know.”

You kiss him once, twice more.

Soft. Sure. Reassuring.

Because in every way that matters, you’ve always been his.

And he’s always been yours.

[nemisuki]

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ೀ⋆ || Of course the rain ruined your date, but luckily for a certain blonde, it ended with a little kiss ❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 

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ᝰ.ᐟ ||  katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, pure fluff, acts of service, 917 word count •°. *࿐

Having free time while attending a school made for heroes in training is practically once every blue moon.

But thankfully, now with exams over, it finally gave you the opportunity to spend some much needed quality time with your grumpy boyfriend.

Though there was one little problem that made you two return earlier than expected.

It certainly doesn't look like the heavy downpour is gonna stop anytime soon, leaving the couple to seek shelter underneath one umbrella, trying to fight off the storm that's busy crying above them.

"Tch, damn rain..."

Your eyes soften, taking on a more delicate tone to match the guilty feeling in your chest, "I'm sorry Katsuki, I should've checked the weather before we went out, I know how much you hate rain..."

He takes a glance at your direction, brows already furrowing at your timid apology — an unnecessary one at that — he sighs, giving your head a little pat with his free hand. Slender fingers caressing the locks of hair underneath.

"I told ya' to stop yur' apologizing, dummy."

A wave of warmth fills every inch of your body at the intimate gesture, your smile immediately returning in full force, only this time with a more joy-like glint in your eyes.

He scoffs at the instant change of your mood, secretly amused by the sudden 180 in emotion.

"So damn needy," he grumbles. the words not picked up by your ears given the outside noise, continuous falling raindrops heard all around them, soothing to anyone else, but a hindrance to him.

You let out a small yawn, his keen hearing hastily picking it up despite the surrounding dripping sounds, though he's not shocked, you always seem to find peace in the rain... maybe too much.

That's when he takes notice of your sluggish form, the way you look like you could fall asleep at any moment, only making him pick up the pace, urging you to follow, wanting to reach the dorms as soon as possible.

"don't doze off, yeah? rather keep you intact then—"

"agh—!"

His words waver as he hears you randomly yelp, and in an instant, his eyes quickly snap over to you, noticing you slip on a particularly sleek spot of the pavement, the puddles not at all helping as you stumble forward, nearly about to kiss the damn ground.

Yeah... not on his watch.

"For the love of—"

With seasoned trained instincts, his free arm immediately wraps around your waist, steadying you up before you could even blink, not even dropping the umbrella as his eyes flicker all over you, searching for any potential signs of injuries or harm.

Leaving you absolutely stunned at his quick reflexes.

"Oi, you good? Tsk, yur' such a damn klutz, right when I told you to not doze off—"

You couldn't help but to giggle at the irony of it all, only earning a weak glare from him towards your visible amusement, the blonde clearly finding no humor in the situation.

"o-oh my god! i can't believe that just happened, pfft—"

He grunts, averting his gaze from your own, randomly focusing on a tree up ahead to ignore the warm sensation in his chest at your pretty laughter, "stop laughing, ya moron! you could've been hurt dammit!"

It takes a minute or so, Katsuki's scolding slowly forgotten in the background, but after a few moments, your little giggling fits eventually comes to an end, but even so, you realize you still need to show your savior some love.

Given he's still lecturing you about 'proper fucking safety' and how you 'should look where your damn going next time'.

Your eyes glance back at his face, a frown clearly taking over his expression as he rambles on.

"I told ya' a million times to wear rain boots and not yur' damn sneakers! it doesn't matter if 'those shoes ruin the fit', do you know how many people get a fucking concussion cause of that shit—"

His words waver as you lean forward, a teasing glint in your eyes as you get on your tippy toes, giving his lips a quick peck at first to gauge his reaction, slightly pulling away but not entirely... not just yet.

He freezes, eyes slightly widening at the sudden contact, looking down at you as if you committed a crime in public, despite no one else being around.

Then barely, just barely, does his muscles fully relax, eyes softening as the grip around your waist tugs you closer, much to your liking, given your cheesy smile.

"thank you for saving me, dynamight~"

He rolls his eyes but doesn’t bother to hide the small smirk on his face, giving your skin a soft squeeze before leaning down, completely forgetting the umbrella as it plops down on the ground.

The cool raindrops peppering all over you two as your gazes meet.

"Watch it nerd, it's great explosion murder god dynamight, but... for you I'll let it slide."

Your breath hitches as he closes the distance, soft plush lips moving against your own in a gentle exchange of affection, leaving you absolutely breathless.

The two of you stand there for a while, with your arms wrapped around his neck, while his own tenderness remains at your waist, creating a bubble of warmth in the midst of the downpour.

For the majority of his life, the boy has hated rain, but perhaps now, he'd have a memory worth looking forward too, for the storm will pass and bring in new light.

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a/n ||| hi my beautiful flowers! it's raining outside so i wrote this snippet bc rain makes me think of bkg so so much! also omg huge warm welcome to aiko for joining the taglist, welcome to the flower garden my cutie! sending u kisses and hugs hehe... now time for me to go, plus ultra! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ tags ||| @leleyro @skylermiller1 @aikojwhpa @zaiban2989 @qyuin @sunnyalmighty (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

[fae-renjun]

teaser for the anatomy of a romance miiiiiiiight be ready

[fae-renjun]

when are u posting how to fall in love ? :) just wonderinnn

hii so i've started working on the fics but i also have some Exams coming up (will be busy most of feb) butttt i should probably have the jeno fic out in march and hopefully the jaemin one too! hyuck and renjun's might be a bit more delayed since my finals are in april-may lol but you will get the fics dw

[fae-renjun]

htfil(fd) intro post is finally out that made me so nervous WOWWWW anyway im so excited to write these

[fae-renjun]

looking through my notes and found one from august at 2am that is just an out of context dialogue for a hypothetical jeno fic & i’ve had to read it a full 5 times to figure out what i meant when i wrote it bc without context it’s so confusing 😭😭😭