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热爱 ★ said i would never fall, unless it you i fall into

니시무라 리키 & fem!reader wc: 2451 ◜ᯅ◝ high school AU slow burn-ish emotional tension miscommunication stubborn idiot riki (kind o a jerk) mention of academic stress some light angst

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MANA: pls unflop me guys i beg oh and thank you @ykitslu for requesting this ^^ AND THANK YOU YIN FOR PROOF READING MWAH

Riki was never the type to fall fast.

And that was no lie.

The whole school knew that, girls would try - putting small notes in his locker, confessions at the school gym. He'd just brush them off with a polite nod or a quiet ''sorry''. So they eventually started giving up with grand gestures and just admired from afar.

But it wasn’t because he was cold-hearted.

No - it was because Riki found no point in love.

''It's stupid,'' he once told Jungwon with a scoff during lunch. ''How do you even know someone’s being real? Like, you look at someone and just know they’re the one? That doesn’t even make sense.''

''You're just scared,'' Jungwon had joked, nudging him with an elbow.

But Riki had gone quiet. Not defensive. Just, firm. He wasn’t scared. He was just done believing in something so fragile - so easily faked.

After that, he never thought about the idea again. No crushes. No lingering stares. No butterflies. Nothing.

Well… That was until high school.

Because high school brought you.

And you didn’t even try.

At first it was nothing, you were just a new face, one of Sunoo's old friends.

But then you started showing up everywhere.

You were in most of his classes, his neighborhood, and his mind, at all times.

Weird, not like he liked you or anything.

Then it happened at lunch, when you smiled a bit too hard at one of the jokes someone made at your guys' table.

He stopped midway a bit of his sandwich, his stomach twisted in a way that had nothing to do with cafeteria food.

But who was he to listen to his heart?

He decided to stick to his moms food instead.

Just as if the universe knew, Riki got paired up with you on a stupid school project. Of all people. You. On a subject he hated, too.

History.

He'd rather stand on one leg the whole day than to write some ten page essay about a person that doesn't even exist anymore.

You tapped your pencil against your notebook. ''We could do it on the French Revolution. That one's at pretty dramatic.''

He stared at you a second longer than necessary. ''Sure the Eiffel towers pretty cool.''

You blinked, then shook your head. ''That happened after the revolution, in 1887.''

And he grinned. Actually grinned. Like a real one - not his usual smirk or polite curve of the lips. ''Okay nerd.''

But he quickly snapped out of it, what the heck?

As time passed on, he didn't know what was more disturbing: the fact you made him laugh, twice.. Or that he wanted to make you laugh again like you did at Sunoo's jokek the other day. Desperately. Like some dog trying to earn a treat from it's owner.

Every time you smiled at him, it felt like something heavy shifted in his chest. Every time you leaned over to show him your notes, he had to remind himself to breathe like a normal human being.

Why was he sitting up straighter? Why was he nodding like he was actually interested in The Reign of Terror? Why was he googling “how to write a bibliography” at 1AM when he literally never did homework on time?

Oh no. Oh no no no.

Riki Nishimura was trying. For a group project. For you. This was bad.

But the worst part? He didn’t even mind.

Riki knew he was in real trouble when your face would show up on his ceiling.

He was being so embarrasing it even made him cringe.

Like for instance when he tried to offer his umbrella on a rainy day to you, but when you said that he would get soaked, he quickly cut you off with a 'I don't care.''

But what was worse than public humiliation to Nishimura Riki?

His ego betraying him.

Because he was starting to look for you everytime you weren't with the group.

In the hallways. At your locker. On lunch breaks. Sometimes near your house or the convenience store.

And it pissed him off. Because since when did he care about someone liking him back?

He wasn’t supposed to. He’d sworn off that whole mess. Feelings? Affection? Vulnerability?

Absolutely not.

But now?

He reread you texts, pacing in his room, wondering if your ''lmao'' meant if you really were laughing based on what he said and your humor level. He was bringing extra pens in case you forgot yours again, which you always did. Riki never brought pens, ever. He was staying up late to work on the project so ''you wouldn't worry about your grade.''

He was.. Caring?

And you didn't even know.

You didn’t know that when you bumped shoulders with him and laughed like it was nothing, he had to physically stop himself from reacting like a middle schooler with a crush. You didn’t know that you were slowly, steadily, completely destroying him.

Bit by bit. Smile by smile.

It was stupid, so stupid.

You were laughing with some guy from the basketball team outside the cafeteria, and Riki told himself it didn’t matter.

He told himself you were just talking. That you were allowed to smile like that. That you smiled like that at everyone.

But then the guy touched your arm. Lightly. Casually. Familiar.

And that was it.

Something inside Riki just snapped.

It wasn't jealousy. No - jealousy was messy, childish. This was worse. This was panic. This was every wall he’d built crumbling under one tiny, innocent moment. This was every feeling he’d buried just to drag himself to this.

He didn't think, he just walked.

You turned when you spotted him from the corner of your eye. But you were completely caught off guard when he gently grabbed your arms. ''Riki?''

''Can we talk?'' he said, eyes narrowed and tone so sharp it almost made you fear of what he would say next.

The guy looked between you two awkwardly and just left as Riki pulled you to the side of the building, where it was a bit more quiet.

''Okay.. What's going on?..''

He didn't answer right away, his fingers were twitching at his sides, curled into fists as if it would ground him.

''I don't get it.'' he said after a beat.

You raised your brows, arms crossed. ''Get what?''

''You'' he blurted out, tone frustrated but not to you, more to himself. ''This. Whatever you've been doing to me.''

You blinked, confused of which turn this conversation was taking, you could feel your heartbeat increasing a bit too fast.

''I was fine before. Like, really fine. I didn't care about people, or love, or any of that corny stuff. But then you came along with your dumb flower doodles and your weird French Revolution facts and your - your laugh.''

You froze, almost choking on your own breath. ''M-my laugh? Riki what are you saying?!''

''Yes your laugh, it's fucking pissing me off so bad.''

Silence.

''I've been losing my sleep just because your face haunts my ceiling,'' he said, quite literally pouring everything out now. ''And it's not in a love-story kind of way it's more of a haunting-creepy way. I hate group projects and don't care of what others think of me, but suddenly i'm writing 5 extra pages just so you would be impressed. I keep showing up to class early just in case i bump into you. I carry extra pens so you won't have to ask anyone else and I gave you my umbrella when I hate the rain!''

You stood frozen, lips parted, and that was when he fully broke - his voice cracked just a little when he added:

''I don’t know what to do when you look at me.''

Your breath caught.

''I tried pretending it wasn't happening,'' he said. ''I tried staying cool, acting like I didn't feel anything. But I do. And I can’t not anymore.''

Silence again.

Then…

''I like you.''

He finally met your eyes.

''And it’s driving me crazy Y/N.''

You stood there, even a step feeling to heavy.

His chest was pounding so hard you swore even you could hear it.

You wanted to say something, heck - anything. But the words just wouldn't come.

Come on Y/N it can't be that hard can it?

Riki's hopeful eyes searched yours for any sign - any little spark - that you felt the same.

But the silence seemed to eat him up. It was heavier than any heartbeat between the two of you.

He sighed, turning.

''Forget it. Forget I said anything.''

But before he could walk away he turned his head over his shoulder, a small, forced smile on his face.

''Have a good evening Y/N.''

The next day, Riki wasn't at the quiet corner of the study café, the spot where you two could do anything without being interrupted.

But no, Riki was in the center of it. The place where it was way too crowded. A airpod in his ear, the missing one still in your purse, the one you were supposed to give back but he decided confess instead.

You quietly walked towards that spot, and even though he spotted you from the corner of his eye, he didn't look up, just continued typing away.

''Hey.'' you said softly, purse strap clutched in your hand.

He looked up, noticed how you semeed a bit dolled up considering the ocassion. ''You got a date or something after this?''

You blinked, looked around then shook your head. ''No?..''

He nodded, bringing his gaze back to the screen, tone cold and something else that made you feel regret? ''Due date's soon.''

You sighed, nodding as you pulled out the chair beside his. ''Right we should-''

You were cut off by the sight of his bag on the chair and sat on the one across instead.

The space between you felt enormous.

You remembered all the times he’d leaned over your shoulder, whispering jokes, nudging you playfully.

Now, his silence screamed louder than any words ever could.

You both got an A.

Top marks, praise from the teacher, Jealous stares from classmates who'd started with theirs last minute.

You thought it would feel good - something to celebrate.

But sitting there beside Riki, it just felt.. Empty.

He barely reacted. No smug grin. No playful ''We killed it'' shoulder nudge. Or that dinner he promised to take you out on if you two aced it.

''Guess we did alright,'' he said casually.

You nodded. ''Yeah.''

There was that awful silence again, it was so unbearable and full with tension. You just wished things were just like before, air filled with laughter and his dumb jokes.

He stood up, sliding his bag over his shoulder. ''Well.. Good job, Y/N.''

You panicked a little and quickly got up, before scrambling into your bag. ''Wait.''

He paused, hands casually in his pocket.

You held out his missing Airpod - the one he was supposed to smile at upon seeing.

He looked at it for a second, then gave a soft laugh.

That same laugh which made you stupidly smile.

''Guess this ends here?''

You froze, fingers still stretched toward him.

He took the AirPod gently, careful not to brush your hand. His voice was light, but his eyes didn’t match - too careful, too guarded. Like he'd already accepted your silence and was trying to make peace with it.

You wanted to yell.

You wanted to turn back time.

But right now? You could just watch him walk away.

The moment he stepped out of the classroom, something inside of you snapped, why was he acting like he was the only one hurt? You were hurt too. So that's why you were currently running across the street, rain pouring down in sheets, soaking your uniform, but you didn't care. You had to take out your anger on Nishimura Riki, once and for all.

When you turned a corner there you saw him. Umbrella in his hand, back towards you.

''Nishimura Riki.'' you called out, trying to catch your breath while trying not to look like a idiot at the same time.

He didn’t turn around.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, stepping closer. ''You didn’t even give me a chance. You just... walked away. Like I was some stranger huh?''

His silence was a punishment, heavier than any words he could say.

''I waited,'' you said, biting your lip to keep the tears from falling. ''You didn’t even give me a chance- You! You treated me like I ruined everything, like I was the one who messed it up. But maybe it’s you who’s scared!''

You took a shaky breath, fists clenched at your sides.

''And that’s not fair. You treated me like a jerk before even hearing me out. Like I wasn’t worth the time.''

The words spilled out, raw and desperate. ''You treated me like I ruined everything!''

The silence stretched between you, the rain soaking through your clothes, mixing with the tears you didn’t bother wiping away.

And then—

Without a word, Riki spun around, ran and pulled you into his arms, hand cradling your head.

You cried against his chest, your hands weakly punching his shirt. ''You're such a jerk,'' you said between those weak punches. ''A mean, jerk.''

His arms tightened around you, a quiet promise in the way he held you close.

''I'm sorry,'' he whispered against your hair, the heat of your bodies keeping each other warm despite the rain.

The rain has slowed down and you and Riki were drying up on the bench outside the convenience store. It had been a while someone had said something but the silence wasn't as bad as the ones before.

He glanced towards you, gulping before muttering. ''I'm sorry.''

You turned your head towards him, nodding since you didn't know what to say.

''I got scared. Thought I had ruined everything we had, but yes, it wasn't fair of me I know.''

You chuckled, nudging him. ''Nishimura Riki apologizing first?''

He smiled a bit, leaning closer. ''Forgive this jerk?''

You wanted to stay mad. Really. You should’ve. But the way he looked at you. God you couldn't.

You nodded, biting your lip.

''Don't make me regret it,'' you whispered.

His lips quirked in the smallest smile, and then - finally - he closed the distance.

The kiss was slow, his hand coming up to cradle your face, and lips moving against yours like he was earning the apology.

When you finally broke apart, foreheads resting together, he laughed quietly, breathless.

''You hit me pretty hard earlier,'' he teased.

You chuckled, cheeks flushed. ''You deserved it.''

''I probably still do.''

''I'd rather kiss you instead.''

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perfect pairs

synopsis: sharing their personalities/behaviours/traits feat: luffy, zoro, sanji (monster trio) + ace and law warnings: mention of alcohol (zoro), smoking (sanji), and reader has narcolepsy (ace)

notes: guys, which character do you resemble the most? cuz writing this had me thinking about that. for me it's gotta be THE monkey d. luffy himself

luffy

luffy is thrilled to find someone who is like him in every way. his personality is so unpredictable and unique, a guy like him being hard to find. it stuns him just how perfectly you're able to match his energy!

like luffy, you never hesitate to speak out whatever is on your mind at any given moment, much to the shock (and sometimes annoyance) of others. your blunt honesty (combined with luffy's) often results in hilarious moments that often can get you both into trouble.

much like the gluttonous captain, you also have a never-ending appetite, giving luffy competition at the dinner table. you both wolf down food at such speed that chopper has to urge you to calm down for your own health and safety. at mealtimes, it's a race between you and luffy at the dinner table. and of course, sanji has to work twice as hard now (the poor fella).

luffy's goofy and unserious demeanour is reciprocated with your own, as you both are constantly laughing together at even the silliest of things. he appreciates how you have the same sense of humour and never fail to crack a joke at the right moment, often without meaning to, and that you don't take life too seriously.

zoro

zoro is stunned at how you share so many similarities with him; he has to hide that he secretly enjoys having someone who understands him and how he operates.

by now, the crew are accustomed to zoro's endless napping, however he wasn't aware you also shared this same habit. he was surprised one afternoon when he was about to retreat to his usual napping spot against the ship railing, only to find you had beat him to it. the first few times, he was admittedly a little annoyed, but after, he was impressed.

just like zoro, you share his tendency to get lost almost anywhere. he couldn't miss how your eyebrows furrowed trying to understand a map, or how you often confused your lefts and rights. well, not that he could particularly tell the difference himself - but at least he wasn't the only one now.

when it comes to drinking, you're the perfect match for zoro - which he doesn't mind as he does love a bit of healthy competition. he's surprised to see you outdrink almost everyone in the crew, often leaving you two the last ones not fully wasted after a party. some nights end with you both talking over drinks at the table surrounded by bottles and shot glasses.

your strong, reserved and aloof nature is just like zoro's, which unsettles him initially, because just can't believe how much your personality mirrors his own. he takes careful notice to how you prefer showing your care through actions rather than words - a type of love language he fully understands.

sanji

sanji is amazed at how alike you both are - like two peas in a pod. he loves that he has someone who is like a mirror of him in the best ways, it's really fun!

sanji is surprised to find that you are a huge flirt, just like him. you have no issues walking up to someone you find attractive and shooting your shot (although you are much more successful than him in that area). your flirty and amorous personality also causes you to frequently flirt with him instead of him with you... which he definitely isn't against.

unfortunately, you do have a bit of a smoking habit yourself just like sanji. sanji doesn't worry about himself because for whatever bizarre reason, it seems to never affect his health, but he can't help but fret over you when he sees you take out a cigarette. although, since you smoke yourself, you'll light his cigarette for him from time to time and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it.

like sanji, you happen to also be a good cook, which has him swooning over you as it means you're the perfect partner to help in the kitchen. although you may not be at the same skill level as him, he's always open to your ideas and suggestions on food, and he indulges that he finally has someone who he can cook with.

above all, your kind-hearted and caring personality matches that of sanji's - he can't miss how you care deeply about the crew and would go above and beyond for their happiness, including his, and it never fails to warm his heart.

ace

seeing how much in common you have with ace is the best feeling - it feels like having an inseparable best friend and lover at the same time.

you're a little narcoleptic like ace is - falling asleep without control unpredictably. however, he's always at your side every time to make sure you're alright and safe from harm since it happens to him just as much.

like ace, you're very well-mannered. he can't help but notice the similarity between you both with how you treat others. you always remain polite and respectful, never missing a 'thank you', after a favour of any kind, and you're always quick to apologise after an accident or mistake. and aside from that, your etiquette is near next to perfect.

despite this, ace admires just how assertive (and even stubborn) you can be like him, especially when it comes to your friends or family. you never hesitate to stand up to anybody who threatens or insults the people you care for, and it makes him smile as he sees a little of himself in you.

law

this is exactly what law's wanted. finally he won't have to worry about someone bothering him or being a nuisance since you fully understand how that can be.

like law, you have a natural curiosity and desire to learn about the unknown. although he has his own goals and you have yours, you both want to uncover truth hiding behind mystery and won't stop until you find answers, especially when it comes to your identity and who you are.

he appreciates your intelligence and perceptiveness which he also shares, as not only does it prove useful in tough situations, but also that he's found someone who thinks in the same way he does. you approach conflict or fights using your intellect and don't rush into things without thinking them through. when putting your heads together, he's much easily able to think of a solution to a problem.

law is used to dealing with crazy antics almost all the time, especially after forming an alliance with the straw hats. however, you're not on the crazy side, instead more calm and reserved like he is. it makes him feel less alone when having to put up with well... everybody.

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space

yeonjun x gn!reader

contains: angst / slow burn / established relationship.

word count: ~6.1k not proof read

its started with the space between your words.

not the silence exactly--yeonjun's always been good at dancing- but the hesitation. the way you breathe in before you speak. like you're weighing whether it's worth saying at all. the way your hands don't reach for him anymore, not even when you're half asleep and vulnerable.

the fight wasn't a blowout. no yelling. no slammed doors. just two people who needed different things and didn't know how to say that without it sounding like blame.

he'd come home late again

schedule ran over. phone died. no text.

you were already curled up on the couch in one of his old hoodies, dinner cold on the counter.

"hey," he said, dropping his bag, trying to play it off. "sorry, day got outta control."

you looked at him. then at the floor.

"yeah. figured"

he laughed a little. "you mad?"

and maybe it was the laugh that did it--like your hurt was something casual, something funny. like you were supposed to be used to it by now.

you didn't raise your voice. you just said, "i don't feel like i matter to you lately."

and that landed. it landed, and yeonjun didn't know what to say back

he froze, defensive instinct coiling like muscle memory. because he knew he loved you. wasn't that obvious? wasn't it enough that he always came back, even when the world tried to pull him in every direction?

but you weren't asking for proof he loved you.

you were asking to be chosen.

and he didn't say that.

he just said, "you know that's not true," too fast, too flat, like you were being unfair for feeling that way.

you nodded. said "okay." and went to bed alone.

he slept on the couch that night.

not because you told him to--because you didn't

--

a week passed like that.

you talk, but not deeply.

you touch, but not like before.

the warmth is still there, but its distant. flickering.

yeonjun keeps showing up, but too late.

you keep showing up, but too quiet.

it's the kind of slow unraveling that doesn't snap--just drifts

--

you cope quiet;y. like you always do.

you clean more than usual. put your phone on do not disturb. listen to music while you shower and sit on the edge of the tub for too long afterward, wrapped in steam and silence.

you stop waiting up.

he texts, and you answer with heart emojis and "np" and "its okay."

but its not. and he feels it.

he starts writing notes and leaving them in your bag.

you read them. you don't reply.

what is there to say to "i miss you next to me" when he keeps choosing everything but being next to you?

and still--

you love him.

you love him in the way that hurts when its quiet.

but you still do.

--

he notices it all

the way you stop calling him "junie" and just say "yeonjun."

the way you don't kiss him goodbye when he leaves, and how he waits one second longer at the door every time just in case you might.

and maybe it takes him too long--

but he finally cracks.

--

he shows up three hours early.

find you in the kitchen, hoodie sleeves pushed up, wrist-deep in dish soap.

you don't look up right away.

he steps closer.

leans on the counter.

just watches you.

you sigh. "i thought you had practice."

his voice is low. "i skipped it."

you glance at him. pause. "...why?"

"because i miss you." he says it like it's a secret. "and because i don't think I get to keep missing you if i'm not doing anything about it."

your hands still in the sink.

the water keeps running.

he steps closer. "i messed up."

you let the silence hang.

"you're right," he continues. "i've been treating you like.. like you'll always wait. and that's not fair. not when you've been here through everything. not when you've shown up for me on days i didn't even know how to show up for myself."

hes unraveling, fast and raw.

no idol polish. no charm. just him.

"and when you said you didn't feel like you mattered?" he swallows. "I should've told you you do. not just said 'that's not true' like you were being dramatic. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry."

you finally meet his eyes.

and he looks ruined. not in a dramatic way--just quietly wrecked. like he's been sitting with this guilt every night since. like he's imagined this moment a hundred times and didn't expect to deserve it.

you blink. "why now?"

his voice breaks. "because i don't want space if it means i can't come home to you."

--

you don't cry.

you just move to turn off the water.

dry your hands slowly.

step closer.

your voice is soft. tired. but not cold.

"i needed you to say that."

he exhales like it's the first breath he's taken all week. like something inside him just let go.

and you finally--finally--let yourself reach for him.

his arms wrap around you instantly, instinctively, holding you like he thought you might disappear.

your face presses into his chest. his lips press to your hair

he whispers, "i'll do better."

and you believe him. not because he said it--because he showed up.

--

you spend the night on the couch together, legs tangled under a blanket, soft music playing from your phone.

he doesn't stop touching you.

not in a clingy way--just constant.

hand on your thigh. arm around your waist. thumb brushing your cheek.

you talk about everything.

the things you were afraid to say. the things you meant. the way love doesn't have to mean absence.

and at some point, you fall asleep on his chest.

he whispers your name, even then.

like a promise.

like a prayer.

like home.

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photobooth

pairing: bf!kim woonhak x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none!

a/n: inspired by @leehnz post about bnd and photobooths! also this is my first time posting kinda nervous

9:00 pm

you're scrolling on pinterest in your bedroom and winding down for the night when you see an adorable couple photo taken in a vintage photobooth. you save it to your board of couple photos and start doing some research online to find a similar photobooth near you. as you search, you find a cafe about 20 minutes away that has one. "omg i should totally take woonhak there tomorrow," you think as you look through pictures of the cafe. you open up messages and text him:

y/n: woonhak omg

woonhak: what is it?

y/n: can we PLS go to this cafe tomorrow? it has a vintage photobooth and i wanna take pics so bad!

woonhak: okay

woonhak: wait do i have to dress up

y/n: ofc <3

woonhak: ugh fine

woonhak: i'll pick you up at 9:30 <3

you giggle at your boyfriend's text, knowing he's pretending to hate dressing nice for you. you have been dating woonhak for a few months, and are still in the nervous "new relationship" phase, but you're slowly becoming more comfortable with each other.

as you drift to sleep, you contemplate what you're going to wear tomorrow and smile softly with excitement.

8:45 am

tomorrow comes and you get ready for the day, putting on one of your favorite outfits for the date. as you're finishing your final touches, you get a text from woonhak.

woonhak: 10 minutes away :)

you start gathering your things and meet woonhak outside when he gets to your house. you get in the passenger seat of his car and put the location in the maps. "hey," woonhak says, smiling, "you look pretty." you smile back at him, "thanks! your outfit's cute. i didn't know if you'd actually dress up for this," you tease. woonhak laughs quietly. "hey, i never disappoint when you tell me to dress well! i know how much you love fashion." he says endearingly.

the car ride goes by quickly, with you and woonhak talking and laughing together. when you arrive at the cafe, he quickly gets out of the car. "wait!" he exclaims, and runs over to your side. he opens the door for you before you can even take your seat belt off. he looks down at you from outside the car, "okay, you can get out now!" you smile at how cute he is and get out of the car, intertwining your hand with his as you walk into the cafe together, him making sure to hold the door open for you.

the cafe is decorated in shades of white, cream, and light pink, with a seemingly endless amount of pretty pastries set neatly in glass cases. "wow, this is so pretty!" you say to woonhak. "yeah, totally," he says, but you can see him looking at the desserts instead of the cafe's pretty interior. "okay woonhak," you grab his hand "i'm so sorry but we definitely have to take the pictures before we eat! there's a high chance we'll spill powdered sugar on ourselves." you say with a pointed look. "y/n are you serious! i'm so hungry right now," woonhak replies, but he lets you pull him in the direction of the photobooth. "you are a messy eater! we can eat all we want after," you say with a sweet smile. woonhak reluctantly let's you drag him into the photobooth.

you cram onto the tiny seat right next to each other while woonhak goes to press the start button. "wait! hold for a second?" you stop him and hand him a tiny mirror. you reapply your lip gloss as he holds the mirror up for you. "you're so high maintenance," he says with false annoyance. "be quiet!" you respond. "okay, i'm ready!" woonhak finally presses the start button on the screen and it begins the countdown. he leans back to pose with you and puts his arm around your waist, pulling you closer while you both smile for the camera. the second countdown begins quickly. "woonhak, heart!" you say, and make half a heart with your hand for woonhak to complete. the camera snaps the second photo and begins the third countdown. "what now?" woonhak asks. you pretend to think as the countdown gets closer to zero.

3...2...

as the screen displays the number 1, you grab onto woonhak's face and kiss him on the cheek. he lets out a surprised laugh as the camera flashes. "y/n!!! i probably look so stupid in that, you could have warned me!" he exclaims. the last countdown begins and you quickly turn his face to display the lip gloss mark on his cheek to the camera as you laugh. the camera snaps one last time and captures the image. woonhak is blushing slightly and laughing disbelievingly at you as the photos come up on the screen. "oh my god, those are so embarrassing," he says, but you can tell he likes them. "stop woonhak! they're cute and you love them!" you say. you press the print button and get out of the photobooth. woonhak takes the photo strips from the side of the machine and hands one to you. "okay, they're kind of cute," he says with a smile. "of course!" you reply, "and now we can eat."

you and woonhak go to order your coffee and a huge number of pastries, definitely too many for two people. you sit down and talk for a few hours, giggling together and doing reviews of each pastry. woonhak artfully folds his copy of the photo strip to fit in his phone case, displaying the last two pictures. as your date ends, woonhak walks to your side of the table to take your hand, and you smile to yourself because you noticed he never wiped off your kiss mark.

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pranked you!

synopsis: playing pranks on them to see their reaction feat: luffy, zoro, sanji (monster trio) warnings: pre-relationship implied in sanji’s

notes: sorry for being so inactive :( i've had so many events going on + college assignments! i wanted to include ace and law but i was struggling to think of a funny prank for them, maybe they'll get their own fic!

luffy

"WHERE IS IT??" you almost fall back from where you're standing on the desk after hearing luffy's outcry coming from the kitchen. the doors of the galley burst open, and you see him standing like a crazed, starved animal.

sanji follows from behind, rolling his eyes at luffy's erratic behaviour. "for the last time luffy, i already told you i left it in the oven and saw nobody touch it."

you swallow a laugh seeing the commotion happening in front of you. "what's going on?" you see luffy storming off to assumably zoro or usopp, yelling "MEAT!!" like a madman.

sanji folds his arms at the sight. "yeah, he's been like that for the past 10 minutes. i don't know where his stupid meat went. can food just vanish out of thin air now? because i doubt even the mosshead would dare to take the captain's food."

suddenly you bend forward in a fit of laughter as you grip your tummy, leaving sanji visibly confused as if a question mark just formed above his head.

"i know this sounds bad but..." you say in between laughs. "it was me. i ate the meat. i thought it would be funny but..."

"now you're scared for your life?" sanji turns to see luffy attempting to chew on a deckchair.

"pretty much..." you forcibly compose yourself as luffy walks past to avoid drawing suspicion. "what have i done? sanji, he'll kill me if he finds out."

"don't worry, i won't tell," sanji takes out a cigarette from his pocket. "i can cover for you. somehow. well, more like i'll just cook some more so he forgets about the whole thing."

zoro

you've been watching zoro like a hawk for the past 10 minutes as he sleeps soundly against the ship railing. how does he not move even a muscle? it's actually quite impressive.

as you rest your chin your knee, luffy then blocks your view with a big sheet of paper right in front of you.

"hey, what's this for?" you push it out of your face with a hint of annoyance.

luffy waves colouring pens around in his other hand then points at the paper. "it's my drawing of zoro sleeping. accurate, right?"

you nod slowly in agreement even though really doesn't. luffy shrugs and turns to walk over to zoro. he pops the lid off of one of the markers and starts giggling as he brings it close to zoro's face.

"what're you doing?" you whisper, trying not to be too loud.

"i'm drawing," luffy chuckles. before you can question him further, he rolls a pen in your direction across the floor so that it touches your hand. you both exchange looks of mischief as you stifle laughter.

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an hour later, you're helping sanji set the table while a hungry luffy is already sitting down to eat, banging his cutlery on the table excitedly. as sanji is about to scold him, the peace of the room is immediately shattered as the door flies open, almost falling off its hinges.

"SHITTY COOK!! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY FACE?" zoro stands, eyes blazing at sanji. everyone can't miss the stupidly drawn moustache on his face and the swirly eyebrow that mirrors sanji's.

"hey, THAT WASN'T ME," sanji immediately protests. "WHY WOULD I WANT TO PUT MY FEATURES ON YOUR STUPID FACE?"

you struggle to not burst out laughing, meanwhile luffy is practically smacking the table, guffawing loudly.

"guys, wait," you swallow hard. "it was actually-" before you can own up zoro and sanji are already going at it again.

sanji

it should be easy to prank sanji, right? when you look in his direction, it's immediate heart eyes and swooning, meaning you could get away with just about anything right under his nose. but you decide to do things a little differently.

seated at the dining table, sanji makes his way over to you with a plate in his hand, setting it down with exaggerated enthusiasm and elation. it's a small cake decorated with a heart in the centre.

"for you my dear, i tried something new and i want you to have the first taste," he faces you with hearts in his eyes.

"thank you," you smile as he offers you a small spoon to eat with. taking a bite, it's super delicious - just as expected. but you can't let it show in your face just yet.

sanji is quick to notice your lack of excitement at the food. "oh? what's wrong? do you not like it?"

inside, you're hesitant, but you pause for added drama, setting your spoon down on the plate. "i don't like it..."

"oh... i see then..." his smile falls a bit as he lowers his head slightly. you can't keep joking for even a second longer. as he's about to take the plate back you stop his hand.

"...i love it!" you beam at him and you see him let out a sigh of relief. chuckling, you squeeze his hand. "i'm sorry, i was just teasing, i promise! i just couldn't keep up the act, i felt so bad seeing you look so disappointed."

"thank goodness," he relaxed, sitting down across from you. "i was already thinking of 100 different ways to make it better."

you laugh, picking up your spoon again. "you should know i was kidding, right? i don't think i could ever dislike something you've made. and even if i did, i would still finish it all."

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༉‧₊˚. when you fight but he still cares

༯ pairing: ot5 txt x reader

༯ genre: comfort, established relationship

༯ ale’s note: hello, everyone! this wasn’t a request but a scenario i just came up with lol. i hope you like it, and if you do please let me know!

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beach

txt x gn!reader

genre: fluff / comfort / slice of life / soft boyfriends / established relationships. warnings: none

soobin — sunset & silence

you’re both sprawled on a giant towel, tucked close as the sun bleeds gold into the ocean. soobin’s hand is lazily tracing shapes on your back, his sunglasses tilted as he watches you talk about something random with your face half-lit by orange light. “you look pretty when you’re passionate,” he mumbles, barely loud enough over the waves. he won’t stop taking secret pictures of you, either—soft candid shots he refuses to show you until later. when it gets cold, he gives you his hoodie and buries his nose in your damp hair. “you smell like the sea,” he murmurs. “i think i wanna remember this forever.”

yeonjun — chaotic fun & flirting

yeonjun’s the loudest one at the beach, dragging you into the water, fake-drowning just for attention, and challenging strangers to volleyball matches while yelling “my baby’s my lucky charm!” he keeps lifting you by the waist like it’s nothing and flinging you into the waves, only to chase you down and apologize dramatically. when you’re drying off, he insists on applying your sunscreen himself and draws little hearts on your back before rubbing them in. “you love me more after today, don’t lie,” he teases, smug even with sand in his hair. and yeah, you probably do.

beomgyu — mischief & shared headphones

you both forget to actually swim. instead, you’re walking along the shore, flipping seashells at each other, sharing an old pair of tangled earbuds. he plays the most chaotic mix of songs—sad ballads, then trot music, then suddenly screamo—and laughs whenever you grimace. beomgyu starts digging a hole “to trap a crab,” but ends up accidentally burying his own flip-flop. later, you both lie under an umbrella with watermelon slices, and he keeps feeding you until you smack his hand. “you look cute when you’re annoyed,” he grins, brushing saltwater hair from your cheek.

taehyun — peaceful & intentional

taehyun brings everything: snacks, extra towels, water shoes, and even a portable speaker for a curated beach playlist. he’s calm as ever, swimming beside you with strong strokes and never letting you drift too far. “don’t worry, i’ve got you,” he says like it’s no big deal, but it makes your heart skip. after swimming, you both sit on the rocks, letting the sun dry you as you sip from shared drinks. he’s got one hand on your thigh and the other holding yours, and the world just feels still. “we should do this more often,” he says, voice low and warm. “you look happy here.”

huening kai — soft laughter & sea glass

kai is all about the little things—finding the prettiest shell for you, laughing when you get splashed, building a sandcastle with way too much commitment. he’s got sunscreen on his nose and keeps offering you sips of his juice box like a kid. “wanna collect sea glass?” he asks, eyes hopeful. you end up with a pocket full of green and blue pieces, and he gives you the best one like it’s a diamond. when the sky goes pink, he braids your wet hair and sings quietly under his breath, sitting knee-to-knee with you on a faded towel. “this is my favorite day,” he says without hesitation.

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genre fluff , established relationship , timestamp , beomgyu x fem!reader   cw none   wc 364   request yes    note i love soft moments like this :( the kind of love i need   net @kstrucknet

23:41 . . . Beomgyu’s messy hair covered his forehead and eyes, but you could still feel his gaze on you.

His body relaxed completely, head resting on his arm outstretched on the table, fingers in your hold. You were laser-focused on his hands, a small nail polish applicator in your right hand applying another thin layer across the nail on his thumb. Your boyfriend always let you paint his nails in the evenings before bed, even if he had to remove it a few days later for work. It was more about the moment than the end result. He would keep whatever you painted on, even if you claimed you messed up, or the design wasn’t as pretty as you wanted. On days he wasn’t filming, he liked the little reminder of you, even if it was only expressed through a shiny black polish. 

Your careful fingers rubbed a spot where the polish had gotten on his finger before moving to the next nail. You had already completed the first two coats of black on his right hand, and Beomgyu was nearly falling asleep already. He couldn’t really help it when your touch was so soothing. He had to keep completely still for you anyway, and drowsiness set in quickly whenever that happened.

“I’m gonna add stars to your ring fingers,” you announced as you finished painting his left pinky finger. He hummed in acknowledgement. You had been practicing your stars recently on your own hands. Beomgyu remembered noting the pastel star design of your nails last week. They were a bit blob-like as you were still struggling a bit with the smallest detail brush, but you were quickly improving. He was more than willing to be your practice subject.

“Do you want white or silver stars?”

He lifted his head at your question as you held out two different bottles of polish. Beomgyu nudged the white one silently, smiling when you picked up his hand again. Your fingers tapped thoughtfully against his knuckles as you rummaged for the right nail art brush. He let his head fall again, eyes blinking shut. You’d have to wake him up once your masterpiece was finished.

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just us

luffy x reader headcanons

authors note: hii i know it's been a while but! I graduated recently just a bunch of celebrating has taken a lot of my time hehe but here's more luffy hc (they're kinda short but i hope u enjoy) ps. i just adore luffy omg

contains: established relationship, gn reader, not proofread, skinship, fluff, i think thats it

kiss it

if you ever get hurt, even a scrape, he’s immediately crouching in front of you, big eyes serious.

“does it hurt?”

“not really—”

“then kiss it better,” he says, holding out your hand to his mouth.

“you’re so dumb.”

“your dumb,” he corrects with a smirk.

naps

he naps with his head in your lap constantly. or your shoulder. or your back. wherever you are, he will find a way to slouch against you like a giant clingy toddler.

“you’re warm,” he mumbles, curling closer. “don’t move.”

clingy

he holds your hand all the time. walking around towns, climbing the ship’s ropes, even when you’re just sitting around on deck. his fingers are always curled around yours or tugging on your sleeve like, “hey, pay attention to me.”

layin' around

you’re both lying on your backs, shoulder to shoulder, whispering about constellations. he keeps pointing out random dots and naming them after food or your hair or the time he saw you punch a guy.

“that one’s called the awesome-you constellation.”“…that’s literally a cloud.”“still counts.”

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a dream within a dream

synopsis: a sad goodbye night before he leaves for tour.

contains: angst w comfort, soft, idol!beomgyu, emotional goodbye

authors note: inspired by edgar allan poe's poem: a dream within a dream

the night before he leaves, it rains.

you sit with beomgyu on the worn-out couch

in your living room, a half-finished movie playing on mute, the only sound the steady tap of raindrops against the window. he's curled into you, hoodie strings brushing your jaw, his hand warm where it rests on your thigh.

neither of you says it, but the clock on the wall is loud in your ears. ticking down.

"come here," he mumbles, tugging you closer like you aren't already pressed against him. you go easily, fitting into the curve of his body, breathing him in. he smells like your shampoo. like home.

"i don't wanna go," he says into your hair, words thick.

you close your eyes, feeling it — the weight of everything slipping through your fingers. the tour’s important. you know that. he knows that. but it doesn’t make it hurt less.

"you're not wrong," you whisper, tracing lazy shapes on the back of his hand. "it does feel like a dream sometimes. like... we’re gonna wake up, and none of this will be real."

he pulls back enough to look at you, his hair messy, eyes soft in the low light. "but it is real," he says, like he needs you to believe it, like maybe he needs to believe it too.

you nod, but your throat feels tight.

beomgyu shifts, slipping his fingers through yours, holding on like he’s trying to stop the hours from running away. but no matter how tightly you both cling, time keeps moving. slipping away. grains of golden sand you can’t hold onto, no matter how much you want to.

"i hate this part," you say, and it cracks something in your chest.

"me too," he says, kissing your knuckles one by one. "but we’re gonna be okay."

you don't answer right away. outside, a car drives by, headlights cutting across the room and then disappearing again, like a memory already fading.

you bury your face into his hoodie, breathing deep, soaking in his scent. memorizing the feeling of his arms around you, the sound of his heartbeat under your ear.

"what if i forget this?" you whisper. it’s stupid. but it’s real.

he presses his forehead to yours. "then i'll remind you. every day. every stupid call at three a.m. every blurry selfie from some hotel room. every song. i'll remind you."

you laugh, watery and broken. "okay," you say.

"okay," he echoes, sealing it with a kiss to your forehead, soft and slow, like a promise.

hours later, when he finally pulls away to grab his bag — not for the airport, not yet, just getting ready — you stay curled up on the couch, watching him.

it feels like standing on the edge of something you can’t stop. a surf-tormented shore. sand slipping away.

but when he glances back at you, smiling tired and warm and yours, you realize — even if it’s a dream within a dream, even if time keeps pulling at your hands, you had this. you have this.

and somehow, that’s enough.

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