#hendery fluff

[taetr4ck]

boyfriend texts with wayv?

RANDOM BF WAYV TEXTS !

bf!wayv x reader, bit suggestive on winwin's part — fluff, comfort, crack. taglist form.

a/n : i love making these so much i'm sobbing

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⋆ taetr4ck, est may 2023. / requests open

[xdjville]

hendery bf texts - part two

pairing: hendery x gn!reader

cw: shit talk (literally)

author's note: i just hit 100 followers what 😭😭 thank u guys sm, i might actually go sob in the corner now

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[taesankisser]

TEXTS WITH BF!HENDERY 💞

warnings: fem!reader, talk of beating each other up, smash or pass, bro gets wrecked in a snowball fight, lots of crack/silliness

author’s note: these are dedicated to the literal hendery to my xiaojun @jaehyunsprincesspeach !! i love u so much pookie! hope you all enjoy these and have a great day/night!

- lots of love, solar

[jaehyunsprincesspeach]

Random bf!Hendery Texts

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ

hendery is so underrated tbh but he has my heart

enjoyyyy🤍

[wontune]

✿𝆬 hendery ( wayv - nct ) lockscreen

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"i think we all know exactly what you feel for me, " "disdain?"

@ cupidshootstokill! pretty boy point guard huang guanheng is far from a hopeless romantic. or so he thinks until he's struck by cupid's arrow (literally and metaphorically) for the ace archer of NCIT : you. the only problem is that his newfound cupid seems to be shooting to kill.

@ information [🏹] basketball player! huang guanheng & archer! afab! reader genre fluff, comedy, smau, uni au, desperate pining man vs basketball hater girl to lovers, hendery is down embarrassingly bad and yn wants absolutely nothing to do with it warnings cursing, dark humor (kys jokes), sexual humor / innuedos status ongoing! publishes every monday & thursday @ 9AM ⤷ taglist always open!

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[queeenarii]

I am absolutely appalled at the lack of WayV and 127 content on this app. Soooo I decided to make my own text fics. 🤭🤭 hope y'all enjoy.

Minors🔞 do not engage!!!

I'll try to make more gender neutral stuff going forward!!! also as an autistic, I use tone tags soooo. If they don't help you. Then just ignore them 👍🏾👍🏾

Suggestive!!

When you post a sexy pic on Instagram

Included are Hendery, Kun, and Johnny

[teasteeper]

I have some thoughts about soft street fighter bf hendery coming back home from a fight or a long day and he loves hearing you talk about the mundane things you did today like what color you painted your nails or what type of sweets you got at the market because he just wants to forget about the fight and the pain :’)

he makes your time together all about you, having you sit in his lap as he slots his fingers between yours. the difference is laughable, his bruised and bandaged hands compared to your soft manicured ones as he inspects the pretty pink colour on your nails. even the almond shape they’re filed into is soft, just like your hair that falls over your shoulder, the soft skin of your thighs squished together, softness in your eyes and voice as you lean into him and tell him all about your day

he’s sleepy and high and so sore, watching you bounce around your shared apartment showing him all the treasures from your daily outing.. pastries from the bakery that he takes one of and chews lazily.. new skincare that he lets you test on him, closing his eyes at the feel of the cooling face mask you smooth over his face.. trying on a cute new outfit he makes you do a spin in, beckoning you closer to him so he can run his big hands up and down your curves, “that’s real pretty, baby”

even though he doesn’t like you doting on him, he pretends to be asleep as you lean over him where he lays in bed, keeping his eyes closed and breaths steady as you dab the cuts and scrapes on his face with antiseptic. he almost sighs out at your feather light touch, barely feeling the sting of alcohol seeping into his busted lip

[ronjunnie]

HENDERY FIC RECOMMENDATIONS

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ONESHOTS

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TIMESTAMPS

[planetkiimchi]

4 in the morning | h.gh

featuring: hendery x gn!reader

summary — fishing in the woods with hendery. that’s it. that’s the post.

word count: 664 words

author's note: i wanted to write this for jaemin originally, but hendery posted (x), and who am i to deny the temptation of writing for my beloved? also, this was orginally inspired by my trip to the park with a few family friends, and we went to the docks and i saw some signs on sustainable fishing and just thought i wanted to write something domestic about fishing. hope y’all like the brainrot.

p.s. if anyone wants to hear about “the language of thorns’ by leigh bardugo and how i’m unconsciously heavily influenced by ya authors… i’ll be waiting for you.

p.p.s. (yes i have a lot of thoughts what about it) here is a worship song rec for anyone who's christian, gratitude - brandon lake. i first heard this song last tuesday and it fits this vibe well so here you go!

The silver specks of moving creatures slipping past the gentle sway of the waves caught your eye, the tiny fish glittering under the hints of the rising sun’s rays. A breeze blew, taking with it the remnants of the morning dew growing too heavy for the delicate green leaves of the plants that littered the forest floor.

The nature reserve hummed with bright energy, feeding off the thrum of all the precious animals protected within its enclave. There was little threat here to the lives of those who sought shelter beneath the towering trees, and you found solace in the cool shade that accompanied the beginnings of the day.

There was a rustle beside you, and you turned to see Hendery standing there, feet moving surely amidst the grass. The second and third buttons of his shirt were fastened, and the wind played with his collar, the part of his shirt that was left free billowing out in the wind.

He took his place beside you, atop that small plank of wood that served as a seat, both of your feet dangling just above the river. He cast his rod into the stream, sending splashes and ripples dancing across the surface of the water.

The forest brimmed with newfound energy as the sun rose in the sky, a backlit glow casting the barest of shadows on Hendery’s face. His lips lifted as something tugged on his fishing rod, and he lifted it to inspect the fish he had caught.

“Barbodes rhombeus,” he murmurs, and you hastily draw a line in the column for that fish in the journal he’s taught you to keep.

It’s not often that you catch new species of fish, so catching this particular barb for the fifth time this week shouldn’t be disappointing.

Yet, the corners of your lips droop ever-so-slightly when you catch sight of the familiar silver glinting off its scales, wishing something more exciting would happen.

Hendery measures the length of the fish, saying it aloud for you to record, and releases it back into the stream. It wriggles off happily, glad not to have been kept in captivity.

Silence descends upon the clearing once more as Hendery attaches new bait to the hook and tosses it back into the river, leaving the two of you to watch the water and wait for another fish to bite.

Tired, you lay your head upon his lap, his body shielding you from the light as you stare up at his chin, counting the seconds between each measured blink of his. He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and you nuzzle slightly into him, enchanted by the familiar scent of his clothing detergent.

Like your mother would say, tā yǒu tàiyáng de wèidào—he bears the scent of the sun. Perhaps it’s the way the sun has seeped into his tanned skin, calling the melatonin to its surface, or the way he hangs his clothes to dry just before midday, when the sun’s rays are the strongest. Either way, it rolls off his clothes like the curl of a surfer’s favourite waves, not sunkissed, but sun-dried.

“Y/n,” he whispers. “Y/n, love, I’ve caught something.”

You sit up in habitual excitement, eyes twinkling with curiosity as he pulls this fish out of the water. It’s both heavier and larger than the previous ones you’ve caught, and Hendery doesn’t identify it immediately.

“Channa gachua, I believe,” he says. “A new one for the collection.”

Happiness bubbles up inside your heart like a pot of milk on the stove, glad that there is finally something new gracing the pages of the journal. You write its name down in the book as Hendery spells it aloud, and draw a neat, dark line next to it.

The warmth spreads through your fingers, your limbs slowly finding life after the hours of biding your time in the woods, sleeping on the forest floor overnight in order to start fishing earlier.

Your patience has finally paid off, and as you glance at the look of concentration on Hendery’s face and the slippery fish he’s cradling in his hands, you think that even hundreds of hours would make this memory worth it.

notes:

*Barbodes rhombeus (Indochinese Spotted Barb) is a small, light greenish brown to silver species of fish that occurs in the Chao Phraya river basin in Thailand, and the huge Mekong river system.

*the 汉字 (hànzì, chinese characters) for tā yǒu tàiyáng de wèidào is 他有太阳的味道

*Channa gachua (Dwarf snakehead) is a species of fish with a maximum length of 18-36 cm, and its body is typically brown to blue-grey, with blue fins, with a red border. It is native to freshwater habitats in southern Asia, where it has a wide distribution from Iran to Indonesia.

[yangsrose]

a fool in love

pairing: non idol!hendery x reader

word count: 298 words

warnings: none

authors notes: this was kind of random and honestly i switched it between three different members and four different ideas but i hope it came out well!!

Hendery hated cliches. He hated the over generalised assumptions that people had of certain topics, especially relationships. He hated when people said that their heart stopped whenever they saw their significant other, mainly because he never seemed to understand how people would go about their day after one of their main ways of surviving stopped after seeing a person.

That thought process changed however, shortly after he met you. Hendery never understood how the mere presence of someone was enough to floor him, but after meeting you, he finally seemed to understand the breathless feeling that others claimed to be be a victim of. He remembers the way that he was shaking profusely during your first date, feeling as if his heart would stop at every moment of eye contact that the two of you made with each other.

He remembers the way that he used to hate the lovesick sigh and stare off into space that people did, but after meeting you, he finally understood how the mention of your name would be enough to make him turn slightly red and smile widely, despite everything that he said he would never do when he got into a relationship.

Hendery knew that he was being highly hypocritical of his past self, and knew that if he was to come from the past, he would have definitely done anything in his ability to stop you two from meeting. But now, even though he was trailing behind you like a lovesick puppy, he couldn't remember anytime where he had felt happier than how he felt in the moment. Because with you, he was fine being called a lovesick fool and embarrassing himself in front of his friends, as long as it meant that he got to spend it with you.

[saeyoungchips]

[2:59 a.m]

sleepovers with hendery were nothing out of the norm. you two were used to doing that kind of stuff since you became friends in middle school.

"is really this the movie you love so much?" hendery asked you in disbelief; he couldn't grasp the fact that, because of you, he was willingly watching a movie about a baby in a suit.

"(y/n)?" he called you by your name at your lack of response. "are you listening to me?"

it wasn't until he tried to turn his head to glance at you that he felt an unexpected weight between his neck and shoulders. the scent of your shampoo that suddenly filled his nostrils made him tense his whole body.

as he breathed deeply, trying to relax himself and not wake you up, he raised one of his hands to your hair and awkwardly tried to caress it.

"how can you fall asleep at your favorite movie?" was the last thing hendery mumbled to your sleeping self before paying all of his attention to the movie.

[lattaeyongs]

[2:29 PM] “Okay babe, I need to eat,” You tell Hendery after thanking the waiter who set your food on the table. Your boyfriend pouts, stubbornly holding your right hand. You sigh, and pick up the chopsticks of your sushi with your left hand, but you fumble with the sticks. Pursing your lips, you breathe out in frustration. “Here, let me,” Hendery says, without letting go of your hand. He takes the chopsticks and picks up a piece of sushi, holding it close to your mouth. “Say ‘Ah’” You roll your eyes. 

[goroaix]

〘 In this calm, easy going life was where Kunhang found most fulfillment. But sometimes, he missed the small signs.〙

Hendery x gn reader. No warnings but reader wears makeup

Some would say that Kunhang was rather... Oblivious. That wasn't to say he was inattentive - no, far from it. Kunhang was a master of looking deeper into things, of finding meaning where others would draw blanks, but this ability came with a blindness to the other more obvious things going on in his life.

"Will you ever learn how to cook?" They asked him, having caught a glimpse of his bin that was full to the brim with takeaway containers and paper bags. "All the money you earn goes to your stomach."

"It's too much hassle," was Kunhang's reply to his dear friend, a napkin wiping at the oil left behind on his lips from the malatang. "I can't make it taste like they do." The wooden chopsticks held up some of the delicious, slippery noodles. "You want some?"

They nodded and he laughed, knowing that no one could resist a good bit of delivered food. In his opinion, it was the best thing to have ever been invented. The convenience, the ease and the ability to do other things while waiting - all of it was just on the checklist of positives.

Yes, most of his money from his grocery store job did go towards this but he thought it was money well spent.

"If you're so shit, you can ask Kun for help. I'll even make meals for you if you want." Again, Kunhang laughed at the offer. He didn't want to inconvenience them, though it did make his chest feel warmer that they offered.

"It's okay. Don't worry about me." And he meant it. He was fine as he was and he didn't mind his lifestyle right now - despite the countless scoldings from his mother.

Their eyes met his, endless irises meeting dark brown, and he felt heat blossom from the base of his neck that was only hindered by his awkward cough and offer of more noodles.

To him, there was nothing deeper to this.

"Hey, do you want to sleepo- Oh." He looked down at them on the sofa, their eyes closed as they had curled up into a tight ball. It reminded him of the cats that Ten owned, the way they had tucked their face into their arms and knees to their chest. In a way, it was cute.

His fingers gently poked their side, prodding them to see if they would rouse from their slumber. They didn't.

His eyes fell to their face as he gently moved them to their back, pulling a blanket over their body to let them rest. It had been a long day of doing nothing and Kunhang knew firsthand how tiring this could get. Then, he noticed that they hadn't removed their makeup and he frowned, lips pulled into a straight line.

"You shouldn't sleep with makeup on..." He muttered more to himself than anyone else, and he disappeared into his bathroom to bring out the bottle of makeup remover he had kept in there. He didn't wear makeup himself but he knew that his place was their second home and he'd picked it up for moments like this.

He knelt down, knees to the rug, and brought out some cotton pass he had stashed away. It was doused with the remover and he scanned their features - eyes roaming over the soft curves and sloping edges of their face. For a moment, his eyes lingered on their lips and he had to tear his gaze away to focus on the matter at hand.

When he wiped away the makeup on their face, he did so with a certain kind of tenderness. He kept his touch light, fingers pressing down with no more weight than a feather so that they wouldn't feel it.

It was just a nice gesture, Kunhang told himself and to his suddenly hammering heart. They would do this for me.

The cotton pad was changed for another one after he had done half their face, revealing their natural skin underneath. With or without makeup, he thought they looked beautiful either way.

When he was this close, he couldn't help but focus on the small details: how their lashes were long enough to touch their cheeks, the soft pout of their lips and the detailed contour of their nose.

Kunhang shook his head quickly, trying to push out these unnecessary musings and carry on with the task at hand. Eyeshadow, mascara, highlight - all of it was removed and he moved on to the next part of his canvas.

Whenever his fingers brushed against bare skin, he felt a jolt through his body, heart hammering with the threat of giving out. Yet, he dismissed it as nothing. It was nothing, he repeated.

Once he was done, he did one more final swipe to pick up any remaining residue before he looked at them, feeling that same warm feeling within his chest. His gaze lingered for a few moments too long before he sighed, discarding the used cotton pads.

"Whatever," Kunhang murmured to himself. "It's nothing that serious."

[haechanhues]

THE SERIAL LOVER

in which a girl farewells every boy she’s ever loved (or at least had romantic feelings for) in order to prove that her feelings for one particular boy are very real and unwavering. 

chapter twelve : wong kunhang

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C00. PROLOGUE

@ cupidshootstokill! pretty boy point guard huang guanheng is far from a hopeless romantic. or so he thinks until he's struck by cupid's arrow (literally and metaphorically) for the ace archer of NCIT : you. the only problem is that his newfound cupid seems to be shooting to kill.

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