#k. event

[mcrcki]

"... you're staring, why are you staring? i promise i've only had a little bit to drink so far." they really were trying to pace themself, even if it was going to their head nearly immediately.. but seeing kriya watching her, kaya was trying to figure out what her sister was thinking. "is my mask messed up?"

@tragcdysewn for kriya dura

[sayruq]

These people need to be tried for genocide

[mcrcki]

"yeah, really." being around brinna really helped kaya realize just how bad things had been with kore, how she had let herself shove all the reality of what they were mixed up in down and out of their mind.. but they didn't need to do that.. not when brinna looked at them like that. they weren't entirely expecting brinna to immediately drag them to the dance floor, but they followed regardless, not letting them drop her hand either as they made their way into the crowd. "this is only my second one.. i've only been to this kind too, the ones that the president puts on. i uh.. i don't really have friends that invite me out to parties or anything."

brinna's head tilts at the sentiment. they knew they'd wanted to be there for kaya when they were going through their tough times but to hear them say they'd helped. "really?" they asked with a smile forming on their face as they squeezed her hand. it was maybe a small thing, but brinna had always been the support for others, wanting to feel like they were useful, that they were making a difference. and it honestly made brinna's heart warm knowing they provided any comfort to them. brinna's tugging kaya towards them once they reach the dance floor. "how many parties have you been to?" slowly starting to sway to the music playing, a bit of a slower song but nothing formal.

[thatonekimgirl]

Simone Biles reassuring Jade Carey before they vault.

[puppydyk3]

taking His cock and being so overwhelmed with how good it feels so you moan out “is this what being straight feels like?” and then cumming on His cock all while thanking Him for making you His happy little straight girl <3

[bomkii]

a cage of one's own choosing. finished the wip! insp pic here

[wheeboo]

whatever you want, my angel | xu minghao

SYNOPSIS. in which your boyfriend calls you a term of endearment from his native tongue. PAIRING. xu minghao x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, a little bit of humour, established relationship WARNINGS. a singular kiss WORD COUNT. 845

requested by anon: Hey congratulations 🎉 on 2k! Hope you grow more (Ik you will!)! Fighting! 💓I wanted to request Minghao + #32 from List 1 (Fluff Dialogue Prompts)💖💖💖 - #32: "Did you just call me (pet name)?”

notes: hao looks so angelic in those photos i found omg going crazy. anyway, thank u sm lovely i hope u enjoy this 🥹🫶 short but cute hehe. this was the first thing ive written in 2 weeks sorry 😭😭

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"Just a few more minutes, tiánxīn."

You never thought you could spin your head around as fast as now, eyes locking on your boyfriend casually stirring a spoon in a pot on the stove, low hums escaping his lips as if he was minding his own business.

Though as you get yourself to squint your eyes, you notice the extremely subtle curve that he has to his lips while the steam swirls around his head.

"Repeat that."

"Hm?" Minghao perks his head back up, eyelashes batting together innocently. "Did I say something?"

You place a hand at your hip, cocking your head to the side as you point a finger accusingly at him. "That. That nickname. Did you... did you just call me tyenshan?"

Minghao nearly bursts into a chuckle at your mushy pronunciation, and you feel your face growing red from the slight embarrassment. He bites his bottom lip, trying to stifle his amusement, and reaches over for the lid to cover over the pot before turning to face you with a small smirk.

"Tiánxīn."

You blink at him, still a bit puzzled. "Tyanshin? Tyen..."

Minghao just quietly watches as you struggle to grapple with the unfamiliar term. There's a hint of teasing in his eyes, but also a warmth that makes your heart skip a beat. He wipes his hands on a towel before stepping up to you, letting an arm sneakily wrap around your waist to pull you towards him.

The sudden closeness steals your breath for a moment. Minghao's arm feels warm and secure around your waist, and you can smell the faint scent of spices clinging to him from his cooking. Yet his gaze at you is filled with nothing but affection, even under the dim lighting of the kitchen light, and you can't help but melt into his touch.

"Sweetheart," he mutters casually. "That's what it means."

Your eyes grow wide momentarily, as if taking in the weight of the singular term of endearment. It's such a simple word, yet the way he says it𑁋with such tenderness and a hint of playfulness𑁋sends a warmth radiating through you.

You feel your fingers knead lightly at the fabric of his shirt at his side, and a curl passes through your lips as you get yourself to lock gazes with him.

"Can you say it again?" You ask again, a teasing tone to your voice.

MInghao just chuckles. "Tiánxīn𑁋"

He's cut off when he feels your lips softly press against his. The contact is all too brief, and nearly has him chasing after your mouth when you part away from him. There's a mischievous look blanketed to your features, but he finds himself still caught in a daze at whatever boldness you just unleashed.

"I like the sound of it," You say wistfully. "Tell me another one."

Minghao lifts a brow. He has no idea what you're trying to plot (if anything), but he complies nonetheless.

"Wǒ de tiānshǐ," he murmurs, voice soft yet confident as he gazes into your eyes. "My angel."

Your heart seems to do a tumble and a flip simultaneously in your chest, and grasping onto the urge to teasingly rebuttal seems to dissipate away right under his eyes and his cute ass smile. You can feel your feet practically melt into the floor below, and you resist the need bury your face into his shoulder out of pure, giddy shyness.

"Oh," You mumble bashfully, heat crawling up your neck and to the tips of your ears. "Hao..."

"Ah, and another one," he jests, and you perk up once more. "Bèndàn."

"Bèndàn?" You repeat right after him, before letting out a feigned gasp. "Wait, dàn? Aren't you literally calling me an egg?"

"Mhm," Minghao answers charmingly. "My beautiful, silly little egg."

An airy scoff escapes your lips, the tension dissipating into hearty laughter bouncing off the walls as you swat playfully at his chest with a hand, making Minghao bring his arms up to shield away from your playful attacks.

"Alright, alright," he utters out between breaths as he steps his way back to the stove. "I'm sorry, you know I don't mean it."

All you do is roll your eyes before placing yourself directly behind him and letting your arms wrap around his waist. You nuzzle your cheek against his back, closing your eyes for a few moments to relish the comfort of his warmth coursing through you, a few contented sighs leaving your mouth. You could probably stay in this position for hours and not get tired of it; his presence enough seems to soften away whatever worries you had throughout the day.

"Call me that more often."

Minghao just grins. "What? Bèndàn?"

"I𑁋No!" You lightly flick him with your finger. "Just... more of those other ones, please?"

Minghao lets out a soft chuckle, the rumble travelling through his chest and sending shivers down your spine. He swiftly turns off the heat to the stove, then reaches down to gently squeeze your hand where it rests on his stomach.

"Of course, tiánxīn," he replies softly, affectionately. "Whatever you want, wǒ de tiānshǐ."

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[crazycatmilo]

I definitely headcanon that Martin developed some kind of germaphobia after his initial run in with Prentiss. Cleaning things compulsively, checking his food thoroughly to make sure it’s clear of worms, feeling unclean and trying to clean himself off more than necessary, etc. The archives staff eventually realize what’s going on but aren’t really sure how to handle it. It takes him quite a while to recover from the effects of it, even after Prentiss’s death

[481mclarg]

hiii can I request a charles leclerc x male reader Charles dating a designer not those famous fashion show ones but someone trying to get at that level in future like those insta ones(e.g.@joeandohirsh ) who makes clothes just for girls/women but Charles is the only exception.

smau with some twitter scenes too

✶ MUSE.

┈─          Me, the artist. You, my muse.

★ Charles Leclerc × Male Designer Reader

☆ SMAU; ig + twt.

★ Face claim: none, but I'm using some photos from Pinteres and from two fashion designers, Joe & Nicolas, on Instagram (joeandohirsh, nicol4.s) & TikTok (joeando, nicol4.s)

Warning: If you see any spelling or grammatical errors, they are to make the smau more accurate (I'm so sorry).

« K » I'm so sorry it took forever, but it's finally here, the last req. for my 100 followers event :D

Hope yall enjoy :]

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youruser: Working on something cute 😊

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userone: flawless

usertwo: omg I love it. That dress looks gorgeous even from the sketch

userthree: HELLO ?? that fabric is stunning

userfour: You're amazing 😩🤲

userfive: omg Lewis Hamilton ???? my two worlds colliding???

↳ usersix: don't be scared @️lewishamilton invite him at the Miami gp

↳ userseven: OMG YESS PLEASE

↳ usereight: he can help you pick an outfit. Consider that, sir

↳ youruser: omg why are you guys asking for an invitation for me?😭😭😭😭

↳ usernine: This is not for you. It's for the fashion + f1 girlies (gn)

↳ userten: You deserve it, king (Please, God, let this happen) (So you befriend with the wags) (I'd LOVE seeing Lily Z in one of your dresses)

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youruser: Guys, you won't believe me

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youruser: red is our color ❤️ @️scuderiaferrari @️lewishamilton ty ty ty

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usertwelve: I NEED you to take a photo with Charles🙏

userthirteen: I see potencial here

userfourteen: my two worlds just collided

userfifteen: iconic crossover

usersixteen: Now the paddock will be a proper runway

userseventeen: I think it's time to work with some men clothing 👀

usereighteen: This is actually HUGE

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youruser: not very aesthetic, but arcade night ft. two models😽 @️lewishamilton @️charles_leclerc

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usernineteen: You really play or just go to the arcade to take pics?

↳ youruser: we were playing, but they are better as models than players, so we move on

↳ charles_leclerc: You weren't supposed to say that!

↳ usertwenty: LMAO

↳ youruser: It's not my fault if you suck in games ✋️

usertwentyone: OMG FERRARI X Y/N

lewishamilton: Watching you and Charles compete was funny

usertwentytwo: now imagine them on some of ur designs PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU

↳ usertwentythree: the people are asking for a male collection y/nnnn

↳ usertwentyfour: who mention a male collection? @️youruser put some dresses on that monegasque

↳ usertwentyfive: I mean, he's making a new dress & probably has no model for it...

↳ youruser: gonna ask him if he wants to be my muse

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youruser: back to work ⏪️

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youruser: but not for long 🛩

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usertwentyeight: vacations ???

usertwentynine: You got invited to some event?

userthirty: guys– this weekend is the Imola GP

↳ userthirtyone: OMG TRUE

↳ userthirtytwo: HE REALLY BECAME FRIEND WITH LEWIS ??

↳ userthirtythree: hope is the last to lost 🤞

uaerthirtyfour: WAG ERA ⁉️

userthirtyfive: My dream is you making my wedding dress

userthirtysix: Now you're getting famous, don't forget who was with you when you first sewed (on the wrong side)

↳ youruser: dw, I won't forget you. just like you don't forget that 😩😩😩

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youruser · Highlights Imola'25🐎

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youruser: ❤️‍🩹🤫

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userthirtyseven: SABRINA CARPENTER?

↳ youruser: love the enthusiasm, but I'm not that famous

↳ userthirtyeight: yet*

↳ youruser: 🙂‍↕️✋️

userthirtynine: Lewis turned him into another tifosi

userforty: please tell me you're going to the monaco gp too 🙏🙏🙏

charles_leclerc: 🧐

↳ youruser: 🤭

↳ userfortyone: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN ?

↳ userfortytwo: EXPLAIN. NOW.

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youruser · Highlights 🤍

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youruser: 🌞⛵️ beach day w the lovelies Leo & Roscoe. @️lewishamilton was also there for his son... & a paparazzi... @️charles_leclerc

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userfortythree: This whole year felt like a softlaunch- but I'm still not sure which Ferrari boy u are softlaunching...

userfortyfour: Are u dating one of them, or u just hang out w them bc of their dogs?

↳ youruser: bc of the dogs🤭

↳ userfortyfour: fair

userfortyfive: what a stylish boy

charles_leclerc: What did i do to you?

↳ youruser: Uh, steal my hat? Plus, you steal it to not use sunscreen. You're gonna be more red than ur Ferrari kit polo

↳ charles_leclerc: 🙄🙄

↳ userfortysix: Oh please, not another chapter of Charles getting sunburned 😭

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youruser: Some highlights of the year

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userfortyseven: one of my favorite dresses 🤍

userfortyeight: I feel this getting serious

userfortynine: so, he's really softlaunching ?

userfifty: LEOOO❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

userfiftyone: I can't believe how far you've come in these months 🤍 Totally deserved 🙌🙌

↳ youruser: a dream come true

userfiftytwo: Leo (and Charles, I guess 👀) being part of the highlights, for me, is so special

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youruser: Abu Dhabi was funny, but Monaco is always better 🤍

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userfiftythree: OH!?

userfityfour: We know who this softlaunching is, but it's just as exciting

charles_leclerc: Monaco is always the best 🤍

↳ youruser: You make it better

↳ userfiftyfive: Y/N I WASNT FAMILIAR WITH YOUR GAME

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youruser: Thank you (both 🐶) for making every place a better place ❤️‍🩹 @️charles_leclerc

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userfiftysix: OMG IS THIS REAL !!??

userfiftyseven: IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU BOTH

userfiftyeight: THIS IS SO CUTE STOP😭❤️‍🩹

userfiftynine: "Thank you Lewis" we all say in unison

usersixty: ITS HAPPENING THE HARD LAUNCH IS HAPPENING

arthur_leclerc: You're funnier than Charles. I think we are keeping you in the family as his replacement (🫶 Welcome)

↳ charles_leclerc: Don't comment on my boyfriend's posts

↳ youruser: BOYFRIEND. I love how it sounds out loud

↳ youruser: @️arthur_leclerc (thank u, Arth. And u are funny too)

↳ charles_leclerc: mon amour, that doesn't sound loud at all. It's written

↳ youruser: 🙄🙄🙄

↳ charles_leclerc: But you can come here w me, so I can say it out loud as many times as you want 🤍

↳ youruser: BOYFRIEND WAIT FOR ME HOME IS NOT TOO FAR

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100 FOLLOWERS EVENT

481MCLARG | 29 . 05 . 2025 | CORREGIDO

[mcrcki]

"it's more so that they don't want anything to do with me, so trying to find some common ground is.. tricky." not that they were out here trying to become best friends with a palpatine, they wanted nothing more than to change their charge out themself, but this was the hand they were dealt. "it very much feels like babysitting." they nodded at the suggestions, appreciating the options. "yeah, i think we'll avoid any taverns right now, i fear samara will take it as an opportunity to ditch me. maybe i'll suggest some kind of ride though, it'll probably be easier to keep up on a horse."

"Maybe try to find an activity you both enjoy?" Cullen suggested. Cullen rarely had one charge to watch. He was more involved with training young knights, strategy and more tasks like that. One to one protection wasn't something he liked doing. "Yes, it does seem that way. When you get to my level you don't have to do princess sitting anymore." A little chuckle left him. "My best suggestion is trying to find something you both enjoy. A way to bond even on a superficial level. Going to the market, going for a ride. Exploring, going to the tavern. Tavern can be risky though."

[mcrcki]

"yoooou need to loosen up," kaya grinned at their master, arm hooking into his, stumbling just a little as she steadied herself against him. "come on, have fun with me, please? for once can we not do that whole serious grumpy old man thing and you just have fun? it's a party, altair."

@rcvcrics for altair rigel

[soangelbaby]

When incel rafe finally gets to fuck reader (whether that be consensual or not) is he going slow and “sweet” because he sees her as innocent and not wanting to degrade her like other women who are “sluts” (his words). Or does his porn rotted brain make him have to be rough with her in order for him to stay hard and to finish?

hmm good question…

he ‘tries’ to go slow. at least, that’s the story he tells himself and pretends to her. he says he wants their first time to be “special” but not like the movies or the sweet fantasies she’s clinging to. no, it’s special in the way a hunter savors the chase, in the way a man marking his territory carves his name deep into the skin. slow, but never gentle.

he learns her body like a map. his map. every inch, every trembling spot, every gasp and shiver, filed away like a secret weapon. he’s rough, because that’s what he’s been taught power works : grip tighter, bite harder, press deeper. porn taught him that’s how you “take control,” and now he’s desperate to prove he’s more than just a frustrated nobody. he pins her wrists with both hands, hard enough to bruise, like he’s claiming not just her body but her will also.

he makes her tell him how she feels. no questions, no gentle asks, he demands it. because he knows she’s too lost in the storm inside her to speak freely, so he takes control of her voice too..

“tell me how it feels baby,” he growls between bruising kisses and biting down on her neck, “don’t fucking hide it.” her voice cracks, her words stumble over themselves, and that’s exactly the kind of vulnerability he’s been starving for. submission that starts inside her head, before his hands even touch her skin.

then the switch flips, fast and brutal. he spinning her over, slamming her down like she’s nothing but his perfect little fucktoy, the way he’s dreamed about in every lonely, bitter night. clothes get torn off — ripped, snatched, his teeth sink into her skin like a starving vampire, leaving marks that say mine without a word. his voice drops low, dangerous, filthy, calling her “his perfect little slut,” reminding her she’s been waiting for this too, even if she didn’t know it. he’s waited, craved, fantasized about this moment, about her. and now she’s finally his.

“mine.” he growls against her skin, voice low and rough, “been fuckin’ begging for this, haven’t you? all those secret thoughts, all that filthy need.. now you’re finally mine to break.”

“you don’t get to say no,” he spits, “you don’t get to stop me. you’re mine to fuck, mine to ruin. stupid little whore, gonna fuck that into you til’ there’s nothing left but my name on your lips.”

“that’s right, you fucking slut,” he growls against her lips, “say it, you’re mine, and you’re never getting away.”

pressed into the mattress like she’s his favorite broken toy, hips lifted and spread. hands gripping her thighs hard, spreading her slick, swollen folds wide open like an offering. his hips slam forward hard, pounding into her with a brutal rhythm that leaves her gasping, moaning, completely fucked out and helpless beneath him. he makes her beg all the time. nasty, dirty, desperate. humiliating words spilling from her like poison, tasting them on her tongue in satisfaction, silencing her with a suffocating kiss that crushes any last bit of pride.

[mcrcki]

"considering your father's position, i can easily assume you have a target on your back, highness, so yes, me being here will make a difference." they rolled their eyes, not understanding why this was so hard for them to understand. they didn't have to be friends but they did have to be cordial enough to work together. "yes i was trained." they huffed. "i'm also a jedi. i have been raised in this kind of role. you don't need to worry."

"do we really think that my life would be in constant danger without you there to guard me? i mean really what much of a difference would you even make?" samara questioned, now just curious how useful the other really could be. "you were trained in this? to be a knight. what other qualifications do you have?"

[wonryllis]

ʬʬ. ! POKER FACE ﹙ SHE'S GOT ME LIKE NOBODY ﹚

𝒏o𝓉ℯs. park sunghoon with fem!reader 𖥔 ݁ enemies but secretly in love and oblivious, fluff. LIB? word count `2375

prompt. wiping a bit of frosting (or smth else) off of their cheek while eating and taking it for themself from list 02. part of this event by @okwonyo

JAY VER. JAKE VER. SUNGHOON VER: one-sided

"you look like a chipmunk," and i wanna kiss you so bad right now. sunghoon really wishes he could do that, grab your jaw, fingers digging into your soft puffed cheeks, and pull you against him as he smashes his lips into yours.

he's been dreaming of it for as long as he can remember. for as long as he knew he shouldn't be dreaming of that. for as long as he knew you have hated him and for as long as he has been supposed to be hating you too.

look sunghoon doesn't really have a solid reason to hate you besides the fact that you crush on his best friend (especially when he's been here all along?) but if getting to talk to you and sticking close by comes at the cost of pretending to do, then he doesn't really mind it. though it doesn't do much because everyone, from friends to professors, everyone can see how he's been waiting on the opportunity to jump you.

and you? you are the most oblivious thing there can ever be. sunghoon could be right up in your face, whispering sweet nothings and everything in between and you'd refuse to believe he feels anything but hatred for you. if not that then annoyance? because you for sure are always annoyed at him and his flirty antics.

"shut-" he's suddenly reaching forward and across the table, hands cupping your cheek, oh god he's melting you're so soft, thumb swiping against your skin to wipe off the salad dressing. he puts it into his mouth next, sucking off the sweet sauce with an irritating smirk on his face,"so cute," a look of lure in his hooded eyes staring at you,"eat slowly baby no one's gonna take your foo-,"

"m nat yiur baby!" you interrupt immediately, speaking through the stuffed salad in your cheeks, eyes shifting back and forth to heeseung sitting beside him. praying he wouldn't misunderstand even though your insanely fast beating heart clearly knows who it's beating for.

"come on babies don't speak with full mouth, no matter how cute you look," i'm gonna die if you don't stop right now sunghoon feels like he'll combust any moment, blow his cover and mess everything up. he doesn't give a shit that your crush aka his friend, is sitting right next to him, if anything he's doing it in front of him on purpose even though he knows the boy has got no feelings for you. he has just got something for the way your face scrunches adorably when you get annoyed, and how your oh so kissable lips turn into an angry pout that does nothing to show your anger but tempt him even more.

"ou knww wat m levnig," grabbing your plate with you, you give heeseung a tight lipped cheery little smile and two short kicks under the table to sunghoon before leaving the area.

fuck park sunghoon and fuck his hotness and fuck how he gets to you every single time. your heartbeat keeps on getting higher and skipping beats with each step you take, repeatedly hearing his words in your head again and again. even more so when you hear the sound of his footsteps behind you, those very familiar clicking of his chelsea dress shoes that suit him devilishly well.

"enjoy," sunghoon leaves the table after you, patting his friend's back in a quick apology and rushing away.

"yo chipmunk cheeks! wait up for me!"

"get away!"

just fucking kiss already. lee heeseung has had it enough already. he can't stand third wheeling anymore, it's making him sick. he needs to get you two into seven minutes in heaven or something. just anything to end whatever this is you have going on with him stuck in between.

"whatcha doin baby chicks?" sunghoon's annoying ass voice has you looking up from your book, eyes following him as he drags out the chair beside yours and plops himself down smugly. he's alone. he's alone alone.

"where's heeseung?" you ask, remembering how he promised he'd bring along the boy for a study date. the sole reason you agreed to meet him in the library.

"somewhere between those shelves," sunghoon fingers point towards the rows behind your table,"probably getting you know what," he suggests, resting his head on his hands, staring at you trying to find your guy. "liar, he's not like you," you retort and it has sunghoon grinning from ear to ear,"hm, what do you think i am like?" there's a hint of amusement and a tone of teasing in his voice, it makes it hard for you to conceal your nervousness. so many times of it happening yet you still can't control the fluttering butterflies and sparks in your stomach. are you sure you're crushing on the right person? well heeseung is nice he helps you with notes from missed classes and most importantly doesn't taunt you for being second.

"a predator," nevertheless trying to outwardly stand your ground is something you have learned to do when it comes to him. do not show how weak he gets you. do not let him have the upper hand. that's been your motto since day one.

you almost feel your heart jumping out of your chest when he bends to grab the seat of your chair and pulls you closer, leaning so close to your face, you feel his breath hit your lips with every exhale,"so you must be my pretty little prey?" if you move just an inch forward you'd end up smearing your cherry gloss on his chapped lips, feeling hyper aware of every little movement from the touch of his fingers near the hem of your skirt to the little shifting you do in your seat. fidgeting and constant staring at each other's lips. the faint hovering of his palm on your thighs, the other lingering over hand resting on the table, like a cage in between,"you're gettin-"

"guys i finally found it!" you're snapped out of it when heeseung slams a pile of books on the table, hands flapping up to slap against sunghoon's chest and push him away with all the might you got.

it takes you a few minutes to settle yourself down into calm, ignoring the way sunghoon complains about being harshly shoved for apparently no reason. and smiling at heeseung as he explains how he'd been trying to look for some books on zoology which somehow happened to always be borrowed out, that is until today. you take a second look at the books he shows, hitting an embarassing realization, eyes switching between the two guys.

"wait- you were looking for these books over there?" pointing to the same rows sunghoon did initially.

"what else were you thinking in that tiny head of yours, chipmunk?" sunghoon wiggles his brows suggestively knowing exactly what you were thinking of, enjoying the way you come to the horrific realization of how you both were just flirting, more specifically of what you implied and what you didn't deny.

"nothing, shut up and do your own work!" a poor attempt at brushing it off but he'll let it go since you aren't really alone right now. a lovesick grin, eyes trained on you the entire time. only heeseung notices and once again wonders of when you'll knock it off.

"miss second place at a frat party? that's new," if there's hell, yours is definitely tied to sunghoon, your personal lucifer on guard. amidst a roaring crowd of people he still manages to find you and get on your nervous in a matter of seconds. time and again he's proven to be the bane of your existence.

"shouldn't that go for you, mr first place? don't you want to keep it?" against the counter on the far end of the kitchen, he has you trapped.

"keeping you? i think i already have it," his lips grazing over your ear as he whispers in a low voice, pulling away immediately to leave you wanting for more. "no i-" you shutter for the first time in front of him, shit.

"i meant the last assignment, i scored more than you," you sound much softer and tinier than you would have ever liked to, but your brain's in such a mess you can't think straight.

"you're so studious it's cute but chipmunk i couldn't give a shit about being second place to you, you can take my place any time you like," he gets so much closer again you start panicking, if you don't get out of here right now, losing all your pride and prudence to him wouldn't be impossible anymore.

pushing him away slightly you hope he'd give way to you,"i'm gonna go find heeseung," adding all the more reason to it. "let me help you with that," but he's adamant on not leaving you alone today. six months of watching you have a crush on his best friend and he's had enough.

dragging you out to the living room, he brings you to the couch on the other end of where heeseung stands surrounded by his group of friends. and sitting down on it, is immediately pulling you onto his lap, hands going around the waist to hold you close,"let's make him jealous," his lips brush against yours, getting a sweet taste of your lipgloss. just like how he's always imagined.

"kiss me,"

and heeseung sighs from across the room. fucking finally.

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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 at a distance."

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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