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[shiningso1o]

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[shiningso1o]

all i need—

written by: 🥺

genre: fluff, angst

pairing: jungkook x female!reader

warnings: mentions of anxiety, crying (does that count??)

summary: sometimes, when the world becomes too much, all jungkook needs is you.

thanks to @alle-rtse for requesting this!!

you're used to jungkook coming home late from work. he's always been one to push himself far too hard, to practice the same dance over and over again until he can barely move. he's nothing short of a perfectionist, always dissatisfied, always convinced that he has to work harder—to just get that timing dead on, or that one note perfect.

he never does. nothing is ever good enough for him. it's always one more hour, one more practice, one more missed meal. which is why you're used to your boyfriend working into the early hours of the morning, coming home and sleeping for a few hours before repeating the same routine once more.

what you're not used to, however, is him seemingly forgetting about you entirely. he always makes a point to reply to your texts and wake you up just to kiss you goodnight, but that doesn't happen this time.

all of your messages are left unread, your calls unanswered. you eventually give up, moving into the bedroom and tucking yourself into bed, trying to ignore the tears forming in your eyes and the painful swelling in your chest. did you do something wrong? is he mad at you?

is he coming home at all tonight?

the sick feeling in your stomach persists until you fall asleep. but even as you stir awake at the sound of shuffling, it's still there.

"jungkook?" you whisper. you catch a glimpse of the digital alarm clock on your bedside table. it reads 3:18 AM.

in the quiet you discern the sound of sniffling, but he doesn't speak. you sit up against the pillow, watching as he pulls a spare t-shirt on with his back facing you.

"why are you home so late?"

he shrugs this time, proving that he's heard you. the anxiety ripples at this—he's definitely mad.

and then he turns around, head bowed so that his brown locks obsure his face. he climbs into bed and lays on his side, facing away from you.

you could go to sleep and leave it to the morning. you're tired, goddamnit, and if he's not going to talk to you, there's no point in trying. two years of dating him has taught you that if he doesn't want to talk about whatever's running through his head, he just won't.

but the feeling is still there, and you think that maybe it's not such a bad thing anymore, as it urges you to reach a gentle hand out and touch his shoulder.

he doesn't jerk away like you feared he would. instead, he exhales shakily.

"look at me, baby," you whisper.

he hesitates, then slowly flips onto his other side. even in the dim moonlight that pokes through the gaps in the blinds, you can recognise his swollen face and glistening eyes.

"oh, baby." you slide down next to him and run your fingers through his hair, the way that makes him shudder and melt at the same time. "talk to me. what's wrong?"

he shakes his head. briefly, you wonder if he's going to refuse, but then he says, "everything."

there's an unmistakable hitch in his voice. that one word seems to strike a nerve within him; his face scrunches up and more tears slip out of his eyes.

"everything's wrong?"

he nods and a muffled sob leaves his mouth. you pull him closer, hand moving to his nape and gently massaging the skin. shaky hands grip your waist, as if he's afraid that you might slip through his fingers if he were to loosen his hold.

"i just want to rest," he says, voice barely audible, "but i can't. i won't let myself. i just... i'm so exhausted, y/n."

something about his words makes the tears from earlier spill over. you take a deep breath, willing them away, and hold him with tender strength, now sharing the same worry that he might disappear the second you let go.

"i know, baby. i know. i'm here for you, alright?"

he only cries harder. you take his face in your hands; flushed cheeks, bloodshot eyes, damp skin. a pearly tear escapes from his eye and rolls down his cheek. you lean forward and capture it with your lips before it can reach the pillow.

jungkook giggles a little at this, the sound sweeter than any melody he could ever sing. you repeat the action, watching his eyelids flutter shut and long, dark lashes brush against his cheekbones as you kiss there, collecting the tears on your lips.

when you pull away, he's smiling. just a little, but it's a start. with a new sense of determination, you press pecks over every part of his face, then finish with a swift kiss to his lips.

"my lips are all wet now," you complain with mock annoyance.

jungkook giggles again. his eyes begin to slowly close, the smile still playing on his moist lips. "i'm sorry if i worried you. i thought i could do this by myself but i can't. i thought all i needed was me but... but all i need is you."

"that's so cheesy."

he pouts, but his sad expression quickly morphs into one of amusement. "you're so cheesy."

"i'm always here if you need me. you know that, right?"

he nods, eyes still shut. "i know."

sleep takes jungkook in a matter of seconds. you stay awake, listening to his steady breaths until you're assured that he's okay. everything he said echoes in your mind, but you try to push the worries out. words and concerns and tears can wait for later, all he needs now is you by his side.

and all you need is him.

[shiningso1o]

written by: 🥺

[14:04] your last class of the day was just about to start when yang jeongin, your seat mate, leaned over and tapped you on the shoulder, asking if he could copy your homework. again.

sighing, you retrieved your homework out of your bag and placed it in front of him. "don't make it look too obvious."

"i never do. you know that i'm a master of disguise, y/n."

"yeah, sure," you retaliated. "changing the order of a couple of words in a sentence doesn't make it less obvious that you copied."

he squinted and stuck his tongue out at you.

"i better get a reward for this," you grumbled.

at the end of the class, you were just walking out of the door when someone grabbed your bag, holding you back. you turned to face jeongin. he stared at you blankly, to which you gave a expectant nod.

"yes?"

"why are you leaving?"

you paused. what was wrong with this kid? "because it's the end of the day and i want to go home," you replied, matter-of-factly. "why? do you sleep on the desks overnight?"

"no! and i know, i just thought you might want your reward." a moment of silence as you blinked in confusion. "you know, for helping me."

"oh, okay. go ahead."

you held out your hands to him, expecting sweet treats, or money, or something of the likes to be placed generously in your palms.

you received nothing of the sort.

instead, a warm hand grasped your own, and before you could react, jeongin began pulling you through of the school.

"hey, what are you doing?"

he didn't answer, only dragged you through the corridors and out of the front gates. he only stopped when you planted your feet into the ground, stopping him from walking. defiantly, you untangled your hands. "jeongin, what the hell is going on?"

"i want to give you your reward."

"and my reward is being kidnapped?"

"no," he chuckled, eyes smiling with him and making your heart beat a lot faster than it should've. "i'm gonna take you out to get boba. there's a new shop near the park so we can go there."

you felt all of the breath leave your lungs at his words. you had expected a bar of chocolate at most for your help, not something like this.

"like...a date," you asked, except it sounded like more of a statement. you regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth, but jeongin nodded—much to your surprise.

"like a date," he confirmed. smiling, he held his hand out to you. "you coming?"

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Hyunjin: You know what? I think I'm getting really good at taking constructive criticism.

Chan: Oh that's cool! So about your dancing earlier—

Hyunjin: *already crying* Go ahead,

[shiningso1o]

sickeningly sweet

written by: 🥺

genre: little bit of angst, mostly fluff

warning(s): swearing, smoking/ vaping, mentions of alcohol

summary: skater!jisung is sickeningly sweet. he tastes it, too.

[1:26]

Clouds of steam swirl through the night air, obscured by streams of tangerine light from a nearby lamppost. It smells of something like candy-floss or bubblegum, though you can't tell which. There's not much difference between the two--they're both sickeningly sweet, causing you to scrunch your nose up at the smell. You really should be used to it by now, but for whatever reason, that's not the case.

"Don't listen to Jongmin. Half the time he's drunk, the other half he's high. Don't take anything he says seriously."

You chuckle humourlessly. "That's no different from you. I still take what you say seriously."

"Hey, I'm trying my best," Jisung exclaims in an accusatory tone. He lifts his hand and jabs his vape in your direction, "And I know for a fact that you don't take anything I say seriously."

"Well... Yeah, you're right."

You lean back on your hands. Cold concrete numbs your skin and you wince, but don't move away. Instead, you shiver and tug Jisung's leather jacket closer to your body.

"He's a dick. A massive one. I'll give him a piece of my mind next time I see him."

"You don't have to do that."

Jisung takes a long drag of his vape, holds it in for a few seconds then blows it out in a large puff. "I will. You call my best friend a-"

"Jisung."

"Right. Sorry," he says and clears his throat. "Say what he said, you deal with me."

You successfully suppress a laugh, but its not easy. You're grateful that Jisung is protective of you, but where he excels in toughness and trash-talk, he lacks in stature and physical capability.

"Thanks a lot, Sung."

"No problem."

You glance at Jisung. His skin glows and eyes sparkle in the warm, overhead light. A circle of light surrounds his messy, blonde hair like a halo, but you think he's the furthest from an angel that could ever be.

Jisung turns to you suddenly, those doe eyes gazing at you and you suddenly feel naked.

Vulnerable.

"You wanna see some tricks? I've been working on a few lately."

You simply nod. You watch Jisung grab his skateboard from where it lays at his feet and push himself off of the brick wall. With one swift movement he's skating down the ramp and up another. He stops at the peak, then jumps a little, twists around mid-air and skates back down.

He returns to you with a proud smile and, yeah, now you can see why he's so often mistaken for an angel--if you ignore the cuts littering his face, leather clinging to his skin and alcohol on his breath.

"Come on."

You stare at Jisung's outstretched hand and blink. "What?"

Jisung doesn't let you finish. Soon enough, you find yourself tumbling off the wall and into Jisung's arms. Your converse smack against the pavement and you almost crumple to the floor, but Jisung holds you up.

"Let me teach you."

"Jisung, I can't-"

But your words are of no use. Now clasping your hand, Jisung drags you to the flat section of the skatepark. He lets go to place his skateboard on the floor, then holds both hands out, palms facing up.

You make a face. "What do you want me to do?"

Jisung thrusts his hands in your direction. "Get on the skateboard. Hold my hands, you'll be alright."

"You won't let me fall?"

He draws a cross over his chest then extends his hands again. "Cross my heart."

You exhale a shaky breath; the puff of air forms clouds that eventually fade out, imitating Jisung's previous actions like an eager, younger sibling that can never quite live up to their older sibling's standard.

You step onto the skateboard. It rolls to the side a bit and you gasp in fear, but Jisung is quick to grab your elbows and, wow, you're a lot closer like this, so much so that you can smell the mint gum and candy-floss (or bubblegum) on his breath.

With a reassuring smile, Jisung begins to guide you, urging you to tilt your body to the side and reposition your feet. He pulls you gently to the left, directing you on when to place your foot down and the exact pressure to use when you push yourself forward.

"You're good at this," Jisung proclaims, but you can't tell if he's being truthful or not. "Ready for me to let go?"

"Oh god, please no."

Jisung chuckles and his fingers dig into your skin. "Alright then."

You expect Jisung to pull you along again, to repeat his previous instructions and praise you for doing the bare minimum once more. But when you look up, Jisung is frozen. His eyes sparkle like he's stored the galaxy in them, and you don't think you've ever seen Jisung like this, let alone so close. He's full to the brim with a strange sort of emotion that you can't entirely place but-

Oh.

You notice Jisung's eyes flicker down to your lips. Only for a brief second, but you see it all the same. You recognise the emotion now—it's impossible not to. You've seen Jisung kiss people before, have sat bitterly in the corner of a house party as Jisung made out with whatever guy or girl he could find, so you know that look: it's lust. Or, perhaps, love. You can't tell, only hope.

But you recognise want. Need. And maybe you really need this too.

"Can I kiss you?"

It'd be a big fat lie to say that Jisung isn't an abrupt person, so it's really no surprise that he's the one who makes the first move. But if anything, you expected Jisung to just kiss you without asking. Instead, he requests permission gently, and the lust is still discernible, but it's softer than you have ever seen it.

You nod wordlessly. Jisung doesn't move so, now desperate for Lord knows what, you say, "Kiss me."

You hate how needy you sound, but Jisung doesn't seem to notice. The air around you is so cold, but Jisung is warm. Cold lips against warm lips, cold skin against warm skin, cold breath against warm breath.

When Jisung slips his tongue into your mouth you can tell that, yeah, it's definitely candy-floss.

And it's sickeningly sweet, but that's alright. Because when Jisung finally pulls away and confesses that he loves you, you realise that, despite his tough image, he is sickeningly sweet too.

[shiningso1o]

seo changbin - fluffy scenario —

genre: pure, tooth-rotting fluff

warnings: none at all

relationships: changbin / male reader

author’s note: this was a request for @mrsunshine999. i strayed away from the original request a lil bit bc i wasn’t feeling too confident in my ability to actually write it, but i hope u like it bc i tried my best to stick to it (･_･;)

it was an icy november afternoon when changbin returned home from the studio, wrapped in a thick black scarf and winter coat. changbin had spent most of the day cooped up in the studio, writing and rewriting lyrics to various songs with chan - and was excited to come home to his boyfriend, y/n.

“hey, bin, can you help me make dinner?” y/n called out from the kitchen, the sound of clattering pots and pans ringing through the apartment.

“sure, babe. what are we making?”

“fettuccine alfredo, you up for it?”

changbin’s eyes widened in excitement. “you’re god damn right i’m up for it.”

admittedly, he was very tired and hoping to have a quiet evening with his lover, but y/n’s enthusiasm was so contagious he really couldn’t say no.

“i’ll handle the pasta since i’m making it from scratch, you’re in charge of the sauce which should be easy enough for a beginner like yourself.” y/n explained, turning to face changbin who was smiling at him absentmindedly.

“uh, y/n, i’m a sauce master. i ain’t a noob.”

“suuure, babe.” y/n scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“i am, i am! i swear, this will be the best alfredo sauce you’ve ever had.”

“you’ve never even made it before.”

“then you can teach me.” changbin smirked, pressing a brief, cocky kiss to his boyfriend’s lips.

the couple soon got to work, whirring around the kitchen like mice, grabbing whatever they needed to make their dinner. y/n was busy at work, beating eggs into the small mound of flour, whereas changbin was sorta just looking around, his brain foggy with exhaustion.

“baaaabe?”

“yes changbin?”

“where’s the parmesan?”

“in the fridge, love. where it always is.”

changbin pulled the large block of cheese from the fridge and chopped off a small slice, popping it in his mouth. and then another. and another. and another. and he kept going until his cheeks were chubby like a baby squirrel. changbin is baby but whatever

“mmmm,” changbin hummed, his mouth full of parmesan. “cheeth.”

“can i have some?”

“of course,” he said, grating a generous flake of cheese and placing it in his lovers mouth, allowing his thumb to brush over y/n’s lips in a quiet moment of admiration.

y/n groaned in happiness. “i love this cheese so much, oh my gOD-“

changbin smiled, pouring the rest of the grated cheese into the hot pan.

“oh yeah? more than you love me?”

“of course not, although it’s very close.”

changbin fake groaned, pulling y/n into his arms. “i can’t believe my competition is a block of cheese.”

y/n pulled changbin even closer, resting his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder, their hands clasped together. it was as though their hands were meant to hold each other, like a lock and key - perfectly suited for one another.

“crap!” y/n called out, pulling away from their warm hug.

“what?”

“i forgot to buy broccoli. would you mind keeping an eye on the stove? i’m gonna head to the supermarket and see if they have any.”

“yeah, i can do that. be quick.”

“of course.” y/n pecked changbin’s cheek and jogged out of the house, approaching the mini-mart across the street in hopes of finding some produce.

little did he know the chaos that had occurred in the short period of time y/n was gone.

when y/n returned, small packet of broccoli in hand, changbin was frantically trying to clean up the mess he had created.

“babe... don’t enter the kitchen.” changbin called out from around the corner. “there was a very, very small accident.”

“really? i was gone for like, twenty minutes. are you okay?”

“i’m fine, but the sauce... i couldn’t save it... it’s gone...” he announced forlornly.

when y/n entered his eyes were met with the sight of creamy alfredo sauce splashed across the stove and kitchen walls, coating everything it touched in a cheesy film. it looked like a ghost got brutally murdered.

“changbin... what did you do?”

“it started bubbling really really hard and i panicked, so i took it off the stove and then it bubbled at me and i, uh, kinda got carried away and dropped it.”

unable to keep a straight face, y/n burst out into laughter.

“you aren’t mad?”

“of course i’m not mad, it was an accident. these things happen. though, i wish you were as good at cooking as you are everything else.” y/n grinned, taking changbin’s hand in his.

“what are we gonna have for dinner now? the pasta is soggy and the sauce is gone.”

“well, for starters, we’ll have to clean this up. but we can just order takeout.”

“what are you in the mood for?”

“i dunno, just not italian.”

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dating skz headcanons—

written by: 🐝

genre: pure, tooth-rotting fluff

warnings: none

+++

bang chan

• pretends not to notice when u take his hoodies bc he secretly loves it sosososo much

• he calls u baby and u call him sweetheart 💘💘

• chan wants to marry u so bad ,,

• im not even kidding

• he has a ring picked out and everything

• will give u piggybacks bc he’s rlly strong and wants u to hold onto him tightly and needs an excuse

• chan is buff as hell but wbk

• omg boyfriend!chan is just 😙👌

minho

• matching/coordinating outfits!!

• minho is more reserved about pda, but when ur alone he’s a huge cuddlebug and might actually squeeze u to death with all of his love.

• definitely the jealous type but refuses to let it get in the way of ur relationship bc he doesn’t want to lose u

• we stan a healthy relationship 😌😌

• congratulations ur now step-parent to 3 cats!!

• for real tho,, soonie, doongie, and dori love u,,,

• u and minho baby them sm

changbin

• u call him binnie and he calls u peanut 🥺🥺🥺

• he looks tough but he’s actually the softest boy ever

• brb just sobbing about soft!changbin

• will pepper ur face with kisses every time he holds u in his arms,, he’s so jacked u can’t escape,,,

• not that ur mad abt it tho

• changbin getting buff is the least of ur problems

• what IS a problem is stopping him from fighting every person that mildly inconveniences u

• “ugh my teacher shortened the deadline for the essay, i’m not sure i’ll be able to finish it in time.”

• “dw, peanut. i’ll fight him for u.”

• “nO DONT DO THAT I’LL FAIL MY CLASS-“

• he does it out of love.

• which reminds me

• changbin definitely said ‘i love u‘ first

hyunjin

• taking!! pictures!!! of!! each!!! other!!

• i’m not even kidding. hyunjin will just take random pictures of u throughout the day and fawn over them like

• omg 🥺🥺 das my lil baby 🥺🥺🥺

• say goodbye to all the storage on ur phone lmao

• ya’ll spend 99% of ur time together touching

• and not even in the sexual way, hyunjin’s just really affectionate and doesn’t like being away from u

• skinship for days!!!

• cuddling, kisses, u name it and he will glaaaadly provide it for u

jisung

• quiet, intimate moments together are common

• he’s rlly energetic with skz bc they’re his boys, y’know?

• but with u he lives for the domesticity ya’ll have.

• like bickering when ur making dinner or washing the dishes together and listening to ur favourite music

• (im so soft for sungie rn omggg)

• he’s quite the homebody. it’s his safe place.

• jisung doesn’t want elaborate dates or days packed full of activities, he just wants quiet time with u 😙💓

• (btw he’s the most loyal and committed person alive, will definitely bark at any man, woman or child that even looks in his direction)

felix

• ya’ll clown the SHIT out of each other 🤡🤡

• “felix it is physically impossible for u to be the bigger person in this situation, ur legit only 5”7.”

• “i’m sorry?? is the unemployed person speaking???”

• it’s all in good fun tho bc u two are ACTUALLY the sweetest couple out there

• not even joking,,

• u call him sunshine and he calls u dearest

• bc u are dearest to him 🥺🥺

• gentle kisses pressed to ur temple, with his hand on the small of ur back are an everyday occurrence

• so are wake up kisses, goodnight kisses, forehead kisses, butterfly kisses...

• lixie wants kithes 😡😡

seungmin

• 💘🥰💖✨ napping together 💕💝😘❤️

• ya’ll just lay on the sofa, draped over each other, and just snooze for hours

• u call him minnie and he calls u sweetpea 🥺🥺

• likes to teach u how to play baseball

• and by teach i mean u purposely pretending not to know anything so he’ll put his arms around u to teach u how to bat properly,,

• it’s very sexy okay

• he sings to u all. the. time.

• it’s mesmerising.

• he’ll catch u gazing up at him with big puppy eyes and bursts out giggling

• i love seungmin if u couldn’t tell already (this goes for both of us kbsjsgsvbs)

jeongin

• tries to act tough to impress u

• we all know he’s babie tho ☺️☺️

• PRANK 👏 WARS 👏

• when u were sleeping he changed all the contact names in ur phone to his name.

• “what did u do to my phone?”

• 👁👄👁

• “jeongin.”

• “i didn’t do anything.”

• “really?”

• “i can’t believe u would accuse me of something i didn’t even do, it’s quite preposterous-“

• “yang jeongin. tell me why i got a text from ‘best member of stray kids, I.N’ at 2.33am asking for the answers to the math homework. i know damn well ur dumbass doesn’t go to my school.”

• 😳😳😳 “it wasn’t me.”

• in all seriousness, ya’ll are a rlly goofy, soft couple.

• he’s ALWAYS holding ur hand. no matter what.

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cuddling skz headcanons—

genre: fluff

warnings: none

written by: 🥺 + 🐝

relationship(s): bang chan x reader/ lee know x reader/ changbin x reader/ hyunjin x reader/ han x reader/ felix x reader/ seungmin x reader/ jeongin x reader

bang chan

you two would lay with ur head on his chest with his arms wrapped around you

would probably smell like soap and vanilla and oh man you'd fall asleep SO goddamn fast

chris isn't a great sleeper so he'd probably just lay with his eyes closed and listen to your breathing

would probably smell ur hair lets be real

minho

he's basically a cat in that he likes affection on his terms and his terms ONLY

catboy minho rights

idk would probably just do it unconsciously??

like he'd fall asleep next to you and snuggle into your side

DO NOT move if you value your life

changbin

very into skinship

he's tiny but he loves to be big spoon

loves to be close to you so would just like,, hold u rlly tightly and tangle ur legs together

he'd also be the type to tickle you a little whilst giggling

but he's vv strong so like,, there's no escape

(good luck)

hyunjin

loves lying with you on ur back and him laying on top of you (rip)

would love love LOVE it if u played with his hair bc its gotten so long recently and it'd be sososo easy

he'd hum and sigh contentedly until he fell asleep

would probably whisper "baby?" every now and again and every time u ask what he wants he just wouldn't reply

his breath on ur neck is vv tickly (is that a word idk) but you cannot move so uhhh yeah have fun

jisung

DEFINITELY little spoon

no i do not take constructive criticism

would take ur hands and hold them to his chest

would make cheesy jokes about his heart racing whenever ur near him

twist around every now and again to ask for a kiss and if ur asleep no you're not❤️

he would nudge you to wake u up like "i want kithes😡😡"

felix

you guys cuddle facing eachother

but he loves skinship so he'd hold ur hands and play with ur fingers

would probably fall asleep quite quickly and you would HAVE to admire him bc i mean,, look at him,, it's lixie,,, he's gorgeous

you'd probably count his freckles and he'd giggle and tell you that it tickles

but if he's super tried and trying to sleep he'd be like "stop clogging my pores dude and gO TO SLEEP"

seungmin

would let u lay on his arm

he'd most likely run his hands through ur hair then cup ur face

probably listens to music to go to sleep (and by music i mean day6)

so you'd share a pair of earphones or airpods or whatever and he'd probably sing along quietly

which, in itself, is literal heaven

i love seungmin bye

jeongin

lil baby wants to be the big spoon bc he's a MAN

LOVES it if u wears his t-shirts/ hoodies so would just give it to you like "wear this ☺️☺️"

he'd snuggle up against ur back and nuzzle his face into ur neck

which would make u giggle and the lil shit would just do it more

but we love cuddly jeongin in this household

[shiningso1o]

50 cliché tropes and prompts

It’s my first prompt list! Thank you to my followers for helping. Credit not needed but please don’t repost. Feel free to link back to the list! These may be cliche but I love them.

There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close

Your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and I couldn’t help but steal it

I’m dying and I’m confessing my love for you

Kissing in the rain and getting soaked before running inside laughing

Playing with their hair while their head’s in your lap.

Jolting awake after a nightmare and being comforted

“Good morning, beautiful/handsome”

Hands brushing unexpectedly

There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling

You confessed your feelings and we’re about to kiss but we get interrupted

Secret relationship

We dated in high school but then you moved away but now you’re back in town

Both going to grab the same thing and touching hands, then making eye contact.

We’re roommates but we’re falling for each other

Drunkenly confessing feelings

I need a date for this wedding

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Fake dating AU

Blurting out a confession of love

You’re in a coma and I confess all my feelings only for you to wake up

Blind date set up by friends

You’re my new bodyguard and you’re cute.

“Just tell why you did it!” “Because I’m in love with you, okay!”

You’re my ex but I think I still have feelings for you

Wrapping arms around them when they make breakfast

Cuddling in comfortable silence before murmuring “I love you”

Help me I’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second

We literally ran into each other

You’re leaving for something dangerous and I can’t help but kiss you

Painting the house that ends in a paint fight and giggles

“You’ve got something on your lip, here let me.”

A soft smile before leaning in for a kiss

Everyone thinks I should stay away from you because you’re dangerous

Spin the bottle

“Do you trust me?”

Friends with benefits and both people catching feelings.

We’re dating and I didn’t know you were a mobster/biker

Everyone thinks we’re already dating, but we’re just best friends- oh wait

Having a bad day and the other noticing

“You saved my life.”

Overhearing they have feelings for you

I’m going to save you from the terrible date you’re having

Taking care of the other when sick or injured

I’m your new neighbour and I got locked out, help!

You took a bullet for me

Argument leading to kissing/sex

“I’ve been in love with you for years.”

I called you at 2am because I need you

You caught me doing something dangerous and flipped out 

I’m scared but won’t admit it so you take my hand 

[shiningso1o]

Hello! I hope you're well! I was wondering, do you have some advice for the best-friends-to-lovers trope? My characters have been best friends since childhood and start living together but I have trouble getting the romance going as they're already very affectionate towards each other.

I’ve written quite a few articles surrounding the subject that I thought might be helpful, so I’ve linked them below :)

Guide to Writing Friends To Lovers

Tips On Writing Skinny Love

Resources For Romance Writers

Resources For Describing Emotions

Relationships Between Characters With No Connection

Relationships Between Polar Opposites

Skinny Love Prompts

Enemies Turned Lovers Prompts

Best Friends Turned Lovers Prompts

Tol & Smol Prompts

Guide to Writing Enemies To Lovers

“Just Friends” Playlist Listen On Spotify

Childhood Friends to Lovers

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the butterfly series - chapter one —

➺ warnings: swearing, mentions of death and funerals

➺ genre: support group au, coming of age au, angst and fluff

➺ author’s note: hi, peachy here!! this is the first proper thing i’ve written on here so i rlly hope u like it. pls like, comment and reblog bc it makes my day and gets it further out there. happy reading guys, gals n nonbinary pals ( ◠‿◠ )♡

➺ tags: disabled!reader (wheelchair user), fem!reader, stray kids support group au, reader insert

It had been one year, two months and five days since the car accident that took my brother away from me. Over a year without him.

For me, it’s weird because time has ceased to be linear. Nothing is straightforward anymore. It’s as though I live in a separate reality to the rest of the world where all I can do is sit idly by as everyone else’s lives progress, whilst I am forced to sit there and watch. Stuck in place, stuck in time. But my life wasn’t always this way. I used to be someone, somebody. But I’ve faded. I’ve become less real than I was before, and it’s as if I’m a ghost - doomed to float around, forced to be the invisible bystander to the world around me.

“Yeah, just feeling a bit out of it I guess.”

She slides her glasses up her nose and gives me a distinctly maternal look, and even though I can’t quite tell what she’s trying to convey with it its obvious to see that she’s concerned.

“Did you sign up for that support group like I suggested?”

Ah, fuck. I didn’t.

“Not yet, ma. I’ll get to it eventually.”

My mother bends down and reaches into her smooth, leathery handbag and pulls out a white sheet with my name written on it. “Don’t bother, I signed up for you. I managed to forge your signature and everything.”

Fantastic.

“That’s great, ‘m really looking forward to it.”

That’s a lie and we both know it is, but she doesn’t bother to correct me on it. We go back to our Sunday morning breakfasts in silence, quietly nibbling at our toast like little mice. That’s what she reminds me of, a mouse. Not in a demeaning way of course, she’s my mother and I love her dearly, I mean it in a good way. She’s bright-eyed and good at nesting, seemingly always ready to wrap me in a blanket and cuddle me at a moments notice. I don’t deserve her one bit, but here we are. Sometimes we get things we don’t deserve.

“How are my lovely girls doing?” My dad asks, grinning wildly, as he bounds into the kitchen in his stripy boxers, rain coat and walking boots, his broad shoulders damp with beads of rain.

“Don’t tell me you walked the dog in that,” my mother asks, craning her neck to get a better look at him. “The neighbours must think you’re a lunatic!”

He guffawed loudly, shoulders wracking with laughs. “You wish the neighbours saw me, I only managed to freak out that boy in the florists, what’s his name again?”

“Felix, I’m pretty sure. He inherited the place from his grandfather, y’know, the old guy that used to run it.”

“Oh yeah,” he chuckled “I gave him a real fright. He was good about it though, he seems like a nice kid.”

“Nice to look at too,” my mother giggles, taking a few more bites of her toast and winking very unsubtly at me.

She wasn’t wrong by any means. I had met Felix a few times before and he was always stunning.

The first time we met was four years ago when we first moved in across the street, his grandfather saw me and my brother lifting hefty boxes out of the moving van and told Felix to go help us out. His hair was sunset orange and his eyelids shimmered like early morning stars, I was left completely gobsmacked by his beauty.

The second time we met was about a year and a half later, but this time his hair was silvery and cut into a spiky mullet. He wore this leather jacket all the time and looked like a biker. It was hot but I was always too intimidated to go talk to him.

The last time I saw him was the day of my brother’s memorial service. He and his grandmother had come with a small but gorgeous bouquet of honeysuckle and lilacs. That was the last time I saw him, and I’ve been avoiding him ever since.

I roll my eyes half-heartedly, “Don’t you start as well. We both know I don’t need a boyfriend.”

My dad shrugged his shoulders. “Well, maybe you don’t need one but wouldn’t it be neat having a pretty boy you can kiss and-“

“LALALALALALA I CANT HEAR YOU LALALALALA,” I shout, clasping my hands over my ears to avoid hearing him finish his sentence.

My dad sets down the dewy bouquet of hydrangeas and sweet peas on the kitchen table, between me and my mother.

“It wouldn’t kill you to get a boyfriend - or a girlfriend, we wouldn’t judge you if thats what you wanted. All I’m getting at is that your mother and I think it’s time for you to put yourself back out there, make some new friends, meet new people. You’re only 20, you can’t give up on the world just yet.”

It’s hard not to see my brother in him, especially when I look up at him like this. They have the same crooked grin and mischievous glint in their eyes. Looking at him gives me hope, in a weird way. I like being reminded that good things still exist.

I nod. “I’ll try, dad. I promise.”

“That’s my girl.”

[shiningso1o]

the butterfly series —

hello all!!

i’m just popping by to make something very clear as author of the butterfly series, because i think it’s important.

in the butterfly series, y/n is disabled and uses a wheelchair. i’m an able-bodied young woman and so i don’t know what being disabled is like. i’ve never lived that experience, and i don’t know anyone who has lived that sort of experience either.

but, don’t fear, i’ve been doing my research and i will continue to do research as i write because i believe that depicting accurate portrayals of disability and diversity in general is something needed by the whole fanfiction community - and not just that, the whole world too.

i will try my hardest to write as accurately and respectfully as possible and i hope everyone reading likes it.

lots of love, peachy (^з^)-☆

[shiningso1o]

butterfly —

a year after the accident that left her disabled and killed her only sibling, y/n is still struggling with the loss of her brother. in an attempt to get her life back together she joins a support group for bereft young people, where she meets 8 boys who will change her life forever.

[shiningso1o]

Me: can you do that thing?

Skz: ...what thing?

Me: you know, the thing that makes me happy

Skz: oh! *smiles & is happy*

Me: ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ

[shiningso1o]

A Heavy Burden to Bear: Jeremiah x Reader [Part 1]

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Reborn § Cal Kestis x Reader [4]

Summary: You are a Bounty Hunter, tasked with catching Cal Kestis for your boss, Sorc Tormo. However, plans change, and it's up to you and Cal to fight alongside one another. On a quest to find the sacred Jedi texts, you and the Mantis crew run into trouble—trouble by the name of the Empire.

Warnings: Mild violence, mild threat, injury

You were trapped. The situation dawned on you as fast as hyper-speed, and you peered out at the arena, and then at Cal, whose eyes locked with yours. Both of you simultaneously worried that this meant you would have to fight each other.

  You snapped, and stormed into the middle of the area. Cal raised his lightsaber, but you ignored this and turned away from him. You stared up at the glass box, where Tormo watched. "You promised that I would never have to fight a target," you shouted, raising your voice as much as possible. "That was my one condition."

  Tormo chuckled. "Oh, (Y/N), honey. How could you think that I would ever not stay true to my word?" He clasped his hands together and grinned. "Of course you're not fighting each other, you'll be fighting together."

Your heart dropped. All of a sudden, the lights became to bright, the screams too loud, and the air too thick.

"You lied to me, (Y/N), and you know how I feel about liars."

You questioned what he could possibly mean for a second, and then it hit you. Your heart began to race as your breathing quickened. How does he know? you thought, but you didn't have time to ponder on it any longer. The pillars began to move, and you turned to Cal desperately. His eyes showed confusion, but he remained calm. "Ok," he started. "I don't care that you got me into this mess. We have a common enemy, and a common cause-"

"Which is?"

"Staying alive." Cal switched on his weapon. You noticed that he had a few cuts and bruises. "We need to work together."

"I can handle myself, thank you," you replied. Something forced you to be stubborn, but you didn't mean what you said. You knew that you needed his help more than he needed yours.

Luckily for you, Cal was a Jedi, and Jedi were forgiving. "I know, but we don't have time to discuss it." Cal looked around at the creatures advancing towards you. He cringed as he realised what they were—Dathomirian spiders. "Follow my lead."

You huffed as Cal ran towards the spiders and began slashing them down. Turning towards another group of them, you fired your pistol. The panic in your veins caused you to miss what you would usually consider ridiculously easy shots, but after a short while it subsided into an adrenaline rush, and your aim massively improved.

Your team finished the spiders off, only coming away with a few injuries. You were barely given time to cool down before the next opposers arrived: a giant spider from Kashyyk and a Zeffoan Jotaz. Both teenagers recognised these creatures— Cal from his travels, and you from having watched these battles before (Tormo seemed to enjoy using these particular species quite frequently).

"(Y/N)," Cal shouted, but kept his eyes trained on the creatures. "Stay near me. You can shoot from afar and I'll do close-range attacks."

You stopped for a minute and tried to search your mind for something, anything to help you two out. You didn't doubt that Cal was a good fighter, but you knew that there must be an easier way. And then you found it, and mentally kicked yourself for not realising sooner. "You hold them off! I have a plan!" Cal looked confused but, having no other choice, he complied.

Cal began thrusting the Jotaz back with force pushes, then slowed the spider and quickly finished it off. After all, he had fought them many times before, and the tactical guide that BD-1 had previously provided him with helped a lot.

Meanwhile, you faced the glass box. You smiled up at Tormo. The man's eyebrows furrowed and he reluctantly smiled back in confusion. You raised your gun, and began to shoot at the glass.

  The glass was relatively weak, and smashed after the first few hits. The audience erupted into bewildered chaos. You checked that Cal was okay, then aimed your gun right in the centre of Sorc Tormo's chest. You pulled the trigger, and Tormo collapsed to the floor.

Before you could allow herself to react to what you had done, you rushed to one of the doors and shot at it's control panel. It opened. Cal noticed this, and backed away from the injured Jotaz. The two of you ran through the exit, and you began to guide Cal through the ship.

Your feet pounded against the floor, echoed by footsteps and cries of people behind you. You glanced back and saw that your pursuers consisted of members of the Haxion Brood as well as a few other individual Bounty Hunters. You focused your gaze forward and tried to push the danger of the situation to the back of your mind.

  You turned a sharp corner and shuffled through a small gap. Ahead of you was an exit, and you sprinted to the panel beside it. Every button you pressed failed, the door staying shut.

  "I think we lost them," Cal remarked, his voice hoarse.

  "Not for long." You attempted to pull the door open physically, but you weren't strong enough. "Shut up and come help me." Cal did as you said, standing behind you and digging his fingers into a small space between the door and the wall. You both pulled with all your might, and managed to hitch it open with the combined strength. As soon as it was tugged a little, it's defences gave way, and it slid open almost immediately. A blinding light shone in along with a flurry of sand, temporarily blinding you, and exposing you to the outside world. Hot sand battered you, heralded by the strong wind. Outside, a sandstorm was brewing, and you had no other option but to enter it.

You covered your face with your mask and goggles to limit the sand from invading your mouth and eyes. You caught a glimpse of Cal, who was hurriedly pulling on a poncho and masking his own face with a loose hood. Bracing yourself for the oncoming battle with the elements, you zipped your jacket up fully, then ran out into the storm.

Cal followed behind you. It was even worse with your entire bodies exposed. The wind raised up a whirlwind, pushing the teenagers to and fro. You had to strain every muscle in your bodies to stay in one direction and keep your faces protected.

What's worse, you had no idea where you were going. You were sure that the Bounty Hunters would catch up to you anytime soon. If you were still out in the open at that point, you could easily be surrounded and subsequently trapped.

You stopped and peered around, trying to find the direction of the town, where you'd be able to find cover. But the sand particles were highly concentrated, making it impossible to see. You were disoriented. You didn't know what to do.

Neither of you heard it at first. Amongst the chorus raised by the surrounding gale, it was hard to discern the sound of speeders. But soon enough, red blaster bolts cut through the dense air and smacked the ground at your feet, sending bursts of sand and chunks of rock flying. Cal noticed it first, and hastily grabbed ahold of your hand to drag you along with him.

  The further you and Cal ran, the more the air began to clear. Up ahead were two large rocks. "We need to get to them," Cal yelled. He let go of your hand as you found her feet, trusting that you could keep up with him.

  You two were fast, but no match for the speeders. One of them reached your side, and you seized her pistol when you spotted this. You glanced back and forth between the destination and your target as you shot. At some point, one of your blasts hit the Bounty Hunter, who swerved the speeder as she fell. It crashed and exploded, sending a gust of sand in your direction.

  Eventually, you reached the rocks and hid behind one each. You poked your head out of the side to shoot at the drivers as Cal parried lasers. But you were failing; you were massively outnumbered, and your enemies were proceeding towards you at an alarming rate.

  Cal decided to take a chance. He stepped out, between the two rocks. You cried out in shock, but Cal didn't let it faze him. He waited for the speeders to move closer, before he collected all of the force energy he could gather. Then, he held his hands out and pushed. Every single one of the speeders halted and reared up. They tumbled through the air before crashing to ground and burst into flames.

  Cal's breathing was heavy. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground. All of the energy had been sucked out of him.

  You didn't know what to say. "Damn," was all you could manage. You moved towards Cal, who looked up at you, appearing more exhausted than ever. Cal certainly felt it.

  There was another whir of engines from your left. You raised your gun towards it, fearing that it was another Bounty Hunter. "No," Cal whispered, raising his hand dismissively. He picked himself up from the ground and slowly limped towards the ship. "It's my crew."

  Skeptically, you lowered your blaster. The yacht ship landed and it's ramp extended towards the pair. A door unlatched, and a tanned woman with short, curly hair stood at the threshold. She smiled, "come on in."

[shiningso1o]

Reborn § Cal Kestis x Reader [3]

Summary: You are a Bounty Hunter, tasked with catching Cal Kestis for your boss, Sorc Tormo. However, plans change, and it's up to you and Cal to fight alongside one another. On a quest to find the sacred Jedi texts, you and the Mantis crew run into trouble—trouble by the name of the Empire.

Warnings: Mild violence, mild threat, injury

Cal's head throbbed, more so than it had ever done before. Every part of it ached, and the pain only increased as he rolled to his side. He groaned and lifted a hand up to place on his forehead.

His eyes were still shut, but he could tell where he was. He was laying on a sturdy rock floor, some of which was digging relentlessly into his back. The air around him was thick and musty, almost suffocating him. He remembered what had happened earlier that day, when that person easily beat and captured him. Based on his last encounter with a Bounty Hunter, he assumed that he had been imprisoned once again.

Cal's eyes fluttered open, and what he saw confirmed his suspicions. The Bounty Hunter from before crouched beside him, staring down from above. Their mask and goggles were off, revealing their face.

"Morning," you said. Cal immediately reached for his weapon, but found nothing. "Looking for this?" You reached towards your belt and, from it, retrieved Cal's lightsaber. Cal hesitated, then grabbed at his lightsaber, but missed. To this, you used your other hand to take out a blaster pistol and pressed the tip of it to his forehead. "Don't try anything, Jedi."

Cal exhaled. "Are you gonna kill me? Or force me to fight other helpless creatures?"

"That's not up to me."

"Then who?"

"My boss," you replied. "But first, we need to talk." Cal nodded warily, and you retracted your pistol. "Who was your Jedi master?"

Cal's eyebrows furrowed. He had no idea why you would possibly want to know that. Maybe to make sure they've got the right person? he thought, but that seemed unlikely. "Jaro Tapal," he replied.

You pursed your lips, then nodded. "Your name?"

"Cal Kestis."

You paused. Cal's eyes flicked down to your pistol, and then back to your stern expression. He was weak, and tired, and in a very vulnerable position. He just hoped that he wouldn't say the wrong thing and cost him his life.

With the same intimidating visage, you outstretched your hand. He hesitated, then took it. "(Y/N) (L/N)," you said, shaking his hand slowly and standing up. You reached for the lightsaber and held it up to your face. Cal winced as you ignited it, your dark eyes scanning the azure blade. "So you're a Jedi, huh?"

Cal hummed in agreement and slowly, cautiously stood from the ground. You saw, but didn't react—you were well aware that you had the upper hand in the situation. You switched the lightsaber off and held it by your side. "You know, I don't agree with you Jedi." You sidled towards him as you spoke. "You're all so high and mighty about protecting the galaxy and the sacrifices you make to keep peace-"

"The Jedi put their lives at risk to restore order," Cal intervened. Who is she to criticise us? he questioned. "How come you know so much about us?"

Your eyes darkened even more as your fingers grazed your necklace. His question had struck a cord somewhere deep inside of you. "Yeah, you put your lives at risk and look where that got you?" Cal noticed how you skipped over his question, but he reminded himself of the two weapons in your hands before he pushed you any further.

Cal sighed, and decided to back down. "Ok, you're entitled to your opinion." Not that I agree with it, he wished he could say, but refrained from doing so. There was a small bout of silence, before Cal remembered something. "Do you know where my droid is?"

Your demeanour softened. "No." Cal felt his heart rate increase. "He ran away when I captured you, I couldn't find him. I guess he was lucky."

Cal sighed in relief. "You know," you began. "If I'd have known you were a Jedi, I would've declined the offer."

"I thought you hated us." Cal was beyond confused.

"I do," you replied honestly. "But I..." You trailed off, then started towards the prison door. When you reached it, you stopped and turned back to face Cal. "Nevermind." You tossed the lightsaber towards him. He caught it with ease.

"Wait," Cal exclaimed, just as you went to leave. "Why did you give me this? What do I do now?"

You shrugged. "I heard you've been here before, you'll be able to get to the arena easily." You pressed your hand to a panel and the door opened. Cal could do nothing but watch as you walked to the other side. The barrier lowered, and you span around to see Cal once more. "Have fun out there," you quipped, a small smile playing on your face. And then you turned and walked away, leaving Cal alone.

  Once again knowing the way like clockwork, you began the route to the arena. Like you had said, you knew that Cal would find his way through the tunnels in no time, so you had to be ready.

  You entered the hallway that surrounded the arena, then made your way up a staircase which led to Tormo's viewing box. Tormo greeted you as you arrived, standing from his Ogdo-skin couch to pat you on the back. "You did an amazing job, (Y/N)," he praised. "Come, sit." He gestured to the couch, and you joined him. Tormo glanced out of the glass box and into the arena. "I am beyond excited for this rematch." His voice had an almost childlike excitement to it.

  A few others joined them. You couldn't name any of them, but could tell from their masses of jewellery and serious expressions that they were somewhat rich and highly regarded. They shook hands and chatted vicariously as you sat next to Tormo, feeling out of place.  Then, a high pitched shrill sounded from somewhere in the room and the crowd dispersed, taking their seats behind the main couch.

  Tormo sprung up from his seat and stood at the front of the room, staring out into the arena. He pressed on a remote, then a holo-projection of him burst into life in the arena. The crowd roared.

  "Greetings again, Cal Kestis," Tormo started. His hologram's booming voice mixed with the clear, closer voice that you could also hear. The sheer volume made your head throb.

  "You have been brought to me by my best Bounty Hunter, (Y/N) (L/N), as I'm sure you're aware." Tormo glanced at you, grinning. "Can we all have a round of applause for them, please?"

  Your cheeks flushed as the audience clapped and cheered. You weren't used to this sort of attention.

  Tormo waited for the sound to die down, then continued. "Cal, I'm sure you're aware of why you're here. You beat us last time, and was lucky enough to escape. But your friends won't come to save you now, I've made sure of that. This challenge will be even harder for you-" He glanced around at the crowd. "And even more entertaining for us! Let the battle commence!" The audience erupted into joyous cries once more.

  You peered down at Cal, who looked much smaller from where she sat. He seemed determined as he ignited his lightsaber, holding it in front of him in defence. Two pillars arose from the ground, and a few small creatures that you had never seen before emerged from them. Cal defeated them with ease, but you couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. As much as you disliked Jedis, you didn't enjoy watching him fight. Of course, you pushed the sensation down, refusing to acknowledge it.

  After a few rounds, Cal was damaged, but still fighting nevertheless. Tormo was right about the guy—he sure was persistent.

  Someone tapped you on the shoulder, breaking your train of thought. You recognised the person as the Haxion Brood Commando, with his gun grasped firmly in his hand. "Come with me," he spoke, his true voice masked by some sort of robotic filter he wore.

  You arose, following the Commando down the steps and through the hallway. You approached a door, and the Commando nudged you towards it, keeping his gun aimed at you. "Press the button," he said.

  You hesitated. You knew in your mind exactly what this was, but didn't want to believe it. "Okay," you mumbled, then did as you were told. The door slid open to reveal the arena, just as you had thought. The Commando pushed you into it and shut the door before you could react.

  "Time for Phase Two," Tormo said.