#isa fluff

[solarwoniii]

Lynn pllllssssss can I req some isa gf snaps <3

GIRLFRIEND SNAPS WITH ! lee chaeyoung

fluff, crack, smut, MINORS DNI :D

★ my perm taglist ;@hunbun07 @metalchick529 @chewryy @haesunflower @iraa567 !

★ a/n ; OMG BC U LITERALLY READ MY MIND YUKIII I WAS PLANNING ON DOING THIS ONE NEXT AAAA I HOPE U ENJOY BAE

★ yoon vers.

[strawberryya]

247

chaeyoung (isa) x reader

synopsis: it's been weeks, six to be exact, of you two sneaking around and kissing in the dark when nobody sees. but what would happen if your situation was suddenly brought to light? would anything change?

currently playing: 247 - stayc

word count: 2.1k

genre/contains: fluff, suggestive, secret relationship, making out, kisses, cuddles, ft. Sieun and Yoon as roommates who can’t knock

a/n: and we're baaaaack, coming into 2023 with some stayc content :p ALSO COMEBACK SOON!! LETS GOOO

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“You’re sure nobody is coming home any time soon?” you mumbled, already gasping for air as you tried to make out her features in the dim light of her dorm room, while desperately trying to keep yourself from forgetting all your problems only to continue kissing her gorgeous lips. 

Chaeyoung smiled against your lips and whispered “I’m sure, we have all the time in the world today, just you and me.” 

She knew her roommate’s routines and schedules better than you so why should you worry when she said it would be ok? Was what you told yourself as you tried to relax and go back to what you were doing, your hands rubbing small circles on her hips and back while you met her kiss in a familiar and sweet manner.

 It had been almost six weeks since you two began sneaking around like this now; six weeks of you two doing everything your could to find a moment to be alone and taking every chance you got to give each other sweet little kisses like these in the dark. 

The moments never lasted long though, the both of you having nosy roommates who just so happened to also be pure homebodies. It’s not like they couldn’t know, of course,  but the both of you just didn’t feel like it was time to announce your thing yet…

Honestly, you didn’t actually know what exactly was going through her mind about this whole thing at the moment. 

Asking “what are we” just hadn’t felt fair. It just felt like you were putting the decision on her, forcing her to decide all by herself when you had agreed you would try it out like this for a while from the very beginning. But the whole ‘keep it under wraps’ thing that had been so much fun for the first couple of weeks was beginning to lose its appeal, and was really just creating more problems than solutions in your life. 

Chaeyoung’s hand was caressing down your side and down your leg where she stayed and let her hand drag up and down your thigh, sending shivers up your body, loving the way her hands moved on your body. 

“You’re sure, really sure?” you asked yet again, making her pull away from your lips, a slight smirk on her face as she looked down at you being all worried over the timelimit you had any time you got to have her all by herself like this. 

“So sure,” she reassured you, “just tell me what you want, and it’s yours.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, mind running off to places you rarely let yourself think of since you never got to stay alone with her for that long. The thoughts and her lips now tracing down your jaw and your neck leaving the feather-light sensation of her little kisses on your skin made you excited and hot all over your body. 

“Just… tell you what I want?”

“Mhm, we have time,” she said, her breath hot against your neck. 

“God, I can’t even think with your mouth on me,” you groaned out making her chuckle lightly on your sensitive skin as she kissed and sucked wherever she saw fit, the feeling of her warm and wet tongue making your mind fuzzy and blood rush to your skin making your face grow hotter by the second. 

“Yeah? You like my mouth? Want me to use it somewhere else?” she whispered into your ear. 

“God yes!” you moaned out, and she began kissing her way down your neck once again, pulling your shirt up and kissing down the middle of your chest and stomach, leaving hot wet nerves on fire wherever her lips met your skin and her hands caressing your body in smooth motions that seemed to know exactly how to make your body melt under her touch. 

Time had never felt like such a blessing to have until this very moment when it was the thing that made anything possible. You were floating on cloud nine, mewling and moaning under her touch, seeing and hearing only her, so focused on the moment with her that everything else fell away around you. 

“Chae- What the actual fuck!” the voice exclaimed, disbelief apparent in the way their pitch was high and very clearly not filled with joy or excitement. 

You had barely even comprehended what had actually been said and more importantly why a blinding light was suddenly shining right into your eyes before you heard a loud voice coming from where the light was streaming in. 

In the midst of the sudden entrance and shouting, Chaeyoung had pulled off of you and your shirt had been messily pulled down to cover your bare chest and parts of your stomach. You looked over at Chaeyoung, seeing pure shock and terror in her eyes as she stared back at you with eyes wider than you had ever seen them. She had no idea what to do, and you stared back at her with the same thoughts running through your mind. 

What the fuck do we do?

In the doorway, another person had popped their head inside only to see the both of you, alone and looking like two complete messes with your lips plump and clothes hastily thrown back on the way they were supposed to be. 

“Were they just-?!” a high-pitched voice that you soon realized came from Chaeyoung’s roommate Sieun said without being able to finish her question, noticing on the way Jayoon was screaming and you two were looking guilty as fuck that it was indeed exactly like she thought. 

“Once again - WHAT THE FUCK?” the voice that had originally found you two screamed out. Jayoon, Chaeyoung’s other roommate, seemed just as shocked, if not more, than Sieun. 

“Seriously? You two? Since when?!” Jayoon began shouting again, but Sieun put her hand over Jayoons mouth before she could begin screaming again and dragged her out of the hallway like a baby kitten being pulled away by its mother, thrashing and screaming muffled sounds of displeasure due to the sudden loss of control and screaming ability.

Sieun shushed Jayoon in the hallway, wheezing out “Give them a moment before you start harassing them for information on whatever they have going on,” which you and Chaeyoung still heard loud and clear through the still wide open door. 

Just as quickly as the door had been thrown open Chaeyoung ran up and shut the door behind her with a slam, her entire body language telling you she was panicking. “What do we do?” she said, looking at you as if you would have any sort of  answer. 

“I-” you tried, but your words and your thoughts failed you in producing the right words to say. 

It was completely silent in the room, the only thing being heard was the hushed whispers and tiny shrieks coming from the roommates on the other side of the door. 

“Do we… do we tell them about us?” Chaeyoung asked, her words unsure and tentative. 

“Us?” you answered, not sure what she meant by that. 

If you didn’t even know what you two were, how could you know what to tell people about the two of you? You questioned as your heart raced in your chest from the whole commotion, not to mention what was interrupted just before it. 

“About our thing,” she tried again. 

You decided this was the moment you had been waiting for, this was the only way to know what she was feeling, what she was thinking. Maybe it wasn’t fair to ask, but it wasn’t fair not to either, not to her and certainly not to you. 

“What exactly is our thing?” you managed to croak out. 

“We’re,” she said but stopped herself, her eyes searching your face for a sign of what you wanted the answer to be, but your confused look must’ve not helped very much, because when she said, “together?” it was with much hesitation and it seemed to be just as much of a question as it was an answer. 

“We’re… together?” 

“I mean only if you want that! We can tell them we’re just… messing around too if you, you know, don’t feel that way about me,” she blurted out, her hands fiddling with the hem of her shirt as she chewed on her cheek while awaiting some kind of reaction from you. 

She was the one that was unsure about how you felt? She wanted you to tell her how you saw your relationship? She was ready to tell them you two were together if you felt the same way she did?? It wasn’t until just at this moment you saw the whole thing from her perspective, she must’ve been just as confused as you had been you realized. Maybe the uncertainty of your relationship and the whole secret part of it had been just as horrible for both of you this entire time. 

The realization had made your brain freeze up, and your answer had been delayed for quite a while now, and as you looked at Chaeyoung who seemed to be on the verge of tears you felt yourself being snapped back into reality. 

“No! I’d love to call you my girlfriend!” you exclaimed, your entire face cracking up into a smile, the newfound understanding of what you two were to one another sending a rush of excitement through your body. The adrenaline from the past couple of turbulent moments made your body feel like it was filled with popping and fizzling champagne that whizzed through your every vein. 

“Really?!” she exclaimed, suddenly seeming to understand the realization herself. “So we… we tell them were a couple? I’m your girlfriend?!” 

“Yes?” you shouted, both of you seemingly questioning the entire situation, but it wasn’t because you felt unsure, or because you didn’t know what you wanted anymore. The pure shock and whiplash you had both received from being confronted with the feelings you had both been avoiding for such a long time were now the cause of your confused state. 

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“So you’re together? A couple? And you have been something for almost two months? And you have been keeping it a secret this entire time? For no reason?” Jayoon rambled, trying to comprehend the things you two were telling her. 

“Yup,” you said, nodding as if you were seeing absolutely no issue in what had just been stated. 

“But WHY?” Sieun said, losing her own mind trying to put together the reasoning behind what had been going on behind their back for the past couple of weeks. 

“Don’t. Ask.” you both said in unison. Neither of you was in the mood to try and explain the tumultuous feelings and reasoning that had been going on in either of your minds. 

“Y’all are so weird, but congrats I guess,” Jayoon said and gave you both a thumbs up as she rose from the couch and left the room to do something other than being confused as fuck over what you two were doing and thinking this entire time.

Sieun shook her head, “Yeah, congrats you’re cute together, but please, try not to do whatever you were doing before while were home ever again,” she pleaded and at your nods and apologies she waved you both off and let you lock yourselves into Chaeyoung’s room for the evening. 

As you laid in her bed, cuddling and about to fall asleep you realized that this was the first sleepover you had ever had that wasn’t one of you sneaking in under the cover of the dark of the night and then out before breakfast. It was nice, the stress of being caught not hanging over your heads, and a new and exciting feeling having replaced it. You were officially something and now you could stay right there in her arms as long as you wanted without a worry in the world. 

You flipped yourself over from the little spoon position you had been in, now laying face to face with Chaeyoung, your foreheads resting against one another’s as you looked into each other’s eyes. The small fairy lights strung up in her ceiling shone a dim light over her gorgeous features and you felt your heart skip a beat thinking that she was yours for the world to know from this moment forth. 

“I like the idea of calling you my girlfriend from now on,” you whispered, making Chaeyoung grin widely and giggle a bit. 

“I like hearing you call me your girlfriend,” she whispered back and pressed a peck to the smile in the corner of your mouth. 

You pulled her body closer to yours, your hands running over her back as you gave her a light and sweet kiss back before you cuddled into a comfortable position where you both drifted off to sleep. 

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[astralis-ortus]

sunday, sunday, sunday

✱ husband!bc × fem!reader

— now, and every sundays to ever come. i want to spend them all with you.

w.count → 1.1k genre → fluff, fluff, fluff. just tooth rotting fluff. warnings → very minor cussing (just once)(atp cussing is a given lol), kissing, time jump (twice), chan referred to as chris a.n → blame the man for putting the idea in my head like what can i do??? his insta post??? hello??? not to mention his song recommendation while i was writing this??? laufey's like the movies??? what??? he wants me dead atp<////3 ⋆ see masterlist

it’s sunday.

to be fair, it has been sunday since the moment chris’ eyes flew open a few hours ago. it’s sunday when he got ready, it’s sunday when he got his light makeup and hair settled, it is sunday when he finally wore the crisp tailored suit that has been turning his heart into the loudest marching band ensemble he’d ever known.

but to be fair,

it’s not just any sunday.

“bring those shoulders down, hyung. you’re gonna get cramps at this point.”

“oh shut up,” chris groaned, feeling more embarrassed about the fact that he got caught more than the fact that his nerves are firing non-stop at an untraceable rate. “just take the pictures, felix.”

albeit rolling his eyes at chris’ rather feisty comment, it was proven impossible to wipe the cheeky grin off the younger’s clearly ecstatic face. after all, it’s a monumental day in chris’ life—and he’s very honored the older trusted his (and technically hyunjin’s) skills to capture the day’s earlier moments.

“see? that’s already all better,” felix cheerily quipped, snapping several pictures as soon as he caught a glimpse of chris fixing his posture. besides, a little movement here and there does make the picture come out a lot more natural, which was the one thing you repeatedly told him (and hyunjin) as something you wanted to see most in the final cuts.

you.

the mere thought of you was enough to melt the remaining stillness present in chris’ face.

it has been a wild few months; meetings after meetings, fittings after fittings, testing, changes in plans, some other minor revisions, checklist, checklist, checklist. chris was justifiably spent, and so were you. there were arguments (you refused to call them fights, knock on wood), there were a couple of shed tears (out of frustration, of course), there were a few hours of leaving each other on read (justifiably so, considering both of you are quite the stubborn pair), but there were also a lot of make-up dates, plenty of exchanged giggles of excitement, and bountiful of prayers for the days to come.

those days have been wild, and this sunday will begin to prove that every second of it was worthwhile.

“chris hyung!”

woken up from his trance, the glint on chris’ eyes finally returned as he found hyunjin’s head peeking from inside the room—the one he’d been waiting on for the past 10 minutes while his head was busy creating bits and pieces for his life montage.

“ready to see your bride?” asked the younger, grin replicating the ones felix is sporting behind his lenses.

am i ready?

palms running over the fabric of his carefully crafted suit, ones you finally chose after debating over a dozen others you deem was ‘not grand enough for someone about to spend the rest of my life with’, chris took one final breath.

“ready.”

it’s sunday.

it’s been exactly a week since your wedding day, and you finally got your hand on the stack of developed pictures courtesy to your now-husband’s talented teammates. originally, you wanted to take part in picking the films, but the duo was pretty convincing when they said waiting for their pick would make a good little surprise to enjoy on your honeymoon trip.

“come on,” chris beckoned, curls framing his beautiful face while his hand motioned to the empty spot next to him on the bed; one you just left after a call from the front desk informing you about the tiny package under your husband’s name. “let’s see how hyunjin did at taking your pictures.”

“and felix at yours,” you added with a grin, swiftly claiming your throne while your fingers were busy ripping open the brown envelope. “i want to see my husband as much as you wanted to see your wife, you know. not to mention, that suit was absolutely perfect on you.”

“not again,” his defeated giggles has been chris’ way to answer to your every compliment on his look since the day of your wedding. “you need to stop that before my head blows up to the size of a hot air balloon, my love.”

“well,” you shrugged, finally getting your hand on the stack of pictures before then snuggling right into the warmth of chris’ arms, “have you ever thought about trying not to be so hot all the da-“

and of course, stealing kisses has also been his alternative should you continue to run your mouth and try to turn him into a blushing mess.

as if that’s not exactly the reason why you kept up with the praises.

“can we start looking at the pictures,” he muttered over your lips, evidently smiling as his lips brushed against yours, “or do i still need to shut you up?”

you hummed, letting the warmth of his skin hover over your face before your lips captured his in a quick peck, “pictures. need to see my cool husband.”

the way his laugh reverberates against his chest never fails to warm you up.

“okay, picture it is then.”

it’s sunday.

you didn’t expect moving to be this hard—sure, you’ve been living together with chris even before you two got married, but had you really been accumulating that many stuffs?

“fuck—i think it’s not the right screw,” your husband’s mutters forces your line of sight to gravitate towards his hunched figure, still hovering over the half-built shelf on the floor of your living room.

“you reckon it should still stick out this much?” he questioned, beckoning you to look at the silver piece, sticking out like a sore thumb. “no, right?”

“think not,” you huffed, crouching next to chris to look at the scattered pieces around him, “was this all? did they send the wrong one?”

chris groaned in defeat, deciding to lean onto your warmth instead of voicing his answer. maybe building your own furniture was not exactly a good idea to spend your first weekend home after your honeymoon trip.

treading your fingers through his soft curls, you then came up with a suggestion, “i’ll get you a pineapple juice then we’ll figure it out together, yeah?”

and it sure perked him right up.

looking at you with sparkles lighting up in his eyes, it felt right—it felt like even through the worst sundays, chris would still be the there to welcome you home.

“thank you,” he grinned—the boyish kind. the one that made you feel like a swarm of butterflies, one that gets you blushing like a schoolgirl in front of her first ever crush. his lips then found its home on the bare of your thigh, printing a quick kiss on the surface, “you’re the best.”

“mm, i know,” you answered with a giggle, feeling the warmth breaking through your skin before returning the kiss on his plump lips while feigning ignorance to the way your heartbeat grew louder by the second.

“you’re still the bestest of the best, though. can’t beat you.”

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[lego-ninja-bilbo]

Little Lea and Isa doodle :)

[ink-witch111]

Some cute LeaIsa fluff bc I can.

[mins-fins]

brownies.

&&. two totally "just friends" and a cute singing duet.

pairing: song eunseok x m!reader

genre: fluff fluff, comedy(?), eighth!member reader

warnings: none!

word count: 1k

notes: guys i love eunseok 🙁 like.. i love eunseok so much 😞 but but hes not my riize bias!! #SHOTARO4LIFE yeah uh anyway, third(?) riize work ever and im going to be honest.. its kinda cute like i dont wanna give myself too much credit or anything but this is genuinely so cute and adorable and um.. i wrote this to feed my own delusions and help the dry riize male reader tag 👍

you are a different level of calm, your fans had just realized, and to prove it, here you are, watching your members go crazy as you peacefully eat your brownies.

"y/n! sing love, maybe by melomance!" shotaro suddenly yells out, glancing over at the still quiet you as you continue to chew on your brownies. you snicker at the words, a dumb smile coming to your face. "i don't know the lyrics" yeah, that's a lie, you sang it before for an evaluation, but that's a secret you prefer to hide.

"there's no way! didn't you perform it once for an evaluation when we were trainees—" you place your finger on jung sungchan's lips with a small grimace, hoping that none of the fans watching the live heard the words. "my voice isn't warmed up yet, chan. bear with me, hm?"

sending a knowing look to your fellow 01 liner, you calmly leave his personal space and make your way back to your plate of brownies, but your members seem to be adamant on the request, seeing how you haven't sang since the whole live started.

"c'mon n/n! seok will even duet with you if you like!"

"no thank you".

"please! i'll make you more brownies!"

"...how many more brownies?"

"five!"

"..fine, you have a deal".

the eldest of riize grins at his victory, nodding his head to seal the deal with you. "alright! so two songs for five more brownies?" you stare at your older member, contemplating whether to accept the offer.

"fine, what's the other song though?"

"spring breeze?"

"and sing it with eunseok hyung!" anton cheers, chuckling in excitement as he watches you sigh in defeat. "why do you guys want me to sing so bad?" you mumble, clearing your throat as you allow seunghan to pull you to your feet. you feel shotaro drag you to the center, and you swear your soul left your body in that very moment.

"goddamnit.."

"it's just two songs y/n" says wonbin, who seems to come out of nowhere. he laughs upon seeing your defeated sigh, and leans forward to press a kiss to your cheek.

you groan in faux annoyance at the kiss you received from your friend. "ugh, stop kissing my cheeks, i swear wonbin" the 02 liner chuckles lightly, pressing another one to spite you more. you yelp, wriggling your way out of the younger's embrace, hurrying your way over to the eldest of riize.

"let's just get this over with".

eunseok quickly took wonbin's place instead, his hands instinctively coming up to wrap around your waist. rubbing off the kiss marks wonbin had left with his thumb, the song raises an eyebrow in mild confusion. "where did you..?"

"park wonbin".

the second eldest chuckles in wry amusement, shaking his head as he continues to gently rub the kiss marks off. it was proven to be unsuccessful, so eunseok does what any sane person would do.

he huffs and replaces the kiss marks with his own.

you grimace, leaning your head away from eunseok, but the song just tightens his embrace. in the end, you just gave up, accepting the fact that you can't stop his onslaught of kisses.

"let's go!" shotaro's sudden english outburst snaps you out of your daze, he hands you a microphone, raising an eyebrow at the display.

"yeah.."

you are not looking forward to this.

you in fact did not like the outcome of your deal with the devil. (do note the sarcasm, shotaro is anything but the devil.) but at least eunseok was there to back you up, quite literally, because the song was seemingly attached to you, but you didn't mind; busy being fed the brownies the eldest had baked for you.

"hmph— hurmp!"

"eunseok, i think he's trying to say he wants you to stop temporarily" shotaro was kind enough to speak up, noticing your struggle, and you thank the lords. the song hums in mild amusement as he finally lets go of you, stopping with his continuous onslaught of brownie feeding.

you swallow the rest of the brownie in your mouth before speaking, "god, eunseok. that messed up my esophagus.."

you cough and reach out for some water, to which anton handed to you right away. "i thought you were hungry?" it was quite clear eunseok was enjoying constantly teasing you, and you frown.

you're tempted to flip off your 'friend'. "if you don't stop i'll literally—" just then, sohee came bounding in with a bright smile. "spring breeze!!" you had no choice but to pat his head before taking the microphone.

you knowingly send a look to the older, who gets the message instantly, you bring the mic up to your lips as the song starts. "is it you, the spring wind that blows in half a year, my heart is warm, will you come today. when the sun rises, it just seems to have disappeared".

you laugh to yourself, a small smile making it's way to your lips as you make eye contact with the camera—over dramatizing your performance. "somewhere, somehow, let's meet someday, i'm loneliness, still short, you can grow a little, 'cause i'm better at waiting than loving someone you come to me like the spring breeze".

you feel a familiar arm rest on your shoulder before a certain someone closes the gap between your bodies. "your face, your tone, everything, i miss you so i always wait".

you let eunseok do his thing, hand subconsciously coming up to rest around the older's waist. "somewhere, somehow, let's meet someday, i'm loneliness, still short, you can grow a little, 'cause i'm better at waiting than loving someone you come to me like the spring breeze" eunseok places his chin on your shoulder, not even making direct eye contact with you.

"so that my winter can end— we really love each other, you come to me like the spring breeze".

eunseok buries his face in your shoulder to hide the smile that was currently growing on his face before speaking, voice a little muffled. "can't believe your singing this" you chuckle as you lower the microphone. "and with you, huh?"

song eunseok makes sure to smack the shit out of your arm.

[metallicaislife]

Okay but like Kirk with a clingy gf is my favorite

Like he seems like he wouldn’t love it, but he’s came to really love it.

Like he hopes that she’ll cling on to his arm while walking,

he brings her along on tour because he knows that it would be hard for her while he’s gone. It would be hard for him too

Every time he sits on the couch, his arms are wide open because he knows that she’ll get right into his arms for a cuddle.

If she doesn’t do these things, he gets so freaking pouty. Like looks at her as if she’s just abandoned him.

If she doesn’t get a hug or a kiss every time he sees her, she becomes pouty.

So they are always on eachother, not in a gross way, just in a loving way.

They end up falling asleep everywhere, cuddled up. Lars has a whole collection of photos of them asleep on the bus, plane, hotel, couch, studio, literally everywhere.

Eventually he just becomes as clingy as her, and it’s so obvious how much they love each other.

OMG ROSE YOU'RE SO RIGHT!!! I FREAKING LOVE THIS!!

at first Kirk would like be flustered a bit, and not in a rude way be like "uhhh can I have some personal space?" Just because he was not used to that much physical touch.

Then like you said, as he grew more accustomed to it, he would just like expect it!!

Sometimes in public he'll have a moment of panic bc he doesn't feel his gf holding on to him so he like looks around, and she's right behind him, "Why aren't you holding one to me?" He'll pout then mutter something about her getting lost if she isn't interlocking pinkies, holding hands, or holding onto his elbow.

OMG LARS ALBUMS ARE GOLD!!! Like not only does he have a gabjillion of these pics they are all in perfectly curated photo albums. He has his copies, but for their anniversary he makes copies to give to Kirk and his gf 🥹

James, Lars and Cliff have timed it, from the time Kirk's gf enters Metallimansion, sets her things down and is in Kirk's lap is less than 5 mins. Her record is 47 seconds. longer if they catch her before she makes it that far. They also have a game of seeing how long they can stall until she gets irritated bc she is touch starved and just needs her Kirk.

Moral of this, such a cute freaking concept and thank you for sending it!!!

like look at that guy, tell me he doesn't like all the sweetest snuggles!!

[rainbeom]

TXT AS HIGH SCHOOL BOYFRIENDS + PROMPOSALS <3

pairing : txt x reader

genre : fluff

wc : 862 !!

warnings : use of the nickname 'princess' (in the context of princess peach from mario)

song rec : you : regard, troye sivan, tate mcrae ; ps5 : salem ilese, txt

a/n : im in my txt feels so here this is <33 inspo credits : @lovesickgyu & peter k. (to all the boys i've loved before) & a juyeon pic <3 also please lmk how this is !! hope y'all like it sjsj.

yeonjun : the charming jock who everyone has heart eyes for, but he has eyes for you and only you. loves it when you stop by to watch his practices, and will score more goals to impress you. pouts if you don't kiss him after his practice because he's sweaty, but you give in anyway. shows you off to his teammates, and would get jealous if some of them let their eyes linger on you for longer than needed. will hundred percent rest his hand in the back packet of your jeans (if you're comfortable ofc). every point he scores during a match is dedicated to you, his love. kissing you breathlessly when his team wins the match, making your heart swell with pride. whistles to call his teammates, who have five basketballs in their hands, spelt " p r o m ?" and there are two goal posts, one with a 'yes <3' sign and one with 'no :('. fool the poor boy by acting like you're going to kick the ball towards the no goalpost, but end up doing it towards the yes goalpost, to see your beautiful boy break into a smile and his teammates erupt into cheers.

(other members below the cut !)

soobin : the shy nerd, with you being his first love, and books, his second. study sessions with him where he explains things to you, but you're simply lost in his eyes and his monotonous voice. gently snaps his fingers with the bunny-like smile permanently pasted on his face when you're around. strikes up a deal with you to kiss you every time you give a right answer to the question he asks while you two prepare for your test. your back pressed against his chest, as he reads out sentences of novels that describe just what he feels for you. gives you a book, and asks you to find highlighted words and make a sentence out of them; your heart beats out of your chest when the words sum upto form 'will you go to prom with me, my love?' and you throw yourself into his arms, nodding.

beomgyu : the avid gamer who has his eyes on the screen, a console in his hands, and you on his lap. no matter what game or level he’s playing, his free hand will always snake around to your waist, as he asks you about your day and everything that you did. of course, there are some ‘me or the ps5?’ moments, but he always chooses you, quickly muttering an apology and brushing your hair with his fingers. a firm believer that you’re his princess peach and he’s your mario. will greet you in the hallways, classroom and in front of the lockers with the slightest whisper, “hi, my pretty princess peach” that leaves your cheeks as flushed as a strawberry. leads you to a hill which has a signboard while you two are playing minecraft and asks you to flip it, revealing a 'go to prom with your mario?' as he looks at you nervously, chewing on his bottom lip. attacks you with kisses when you press the green button, signaling yes, as the fireworks go off in the game.

taehyun : the soulful musician for whom, lyrics flow like a spring but has difficulty in using words to express his love for you. so instead, he writes songs dedicated to you. everything about you mesmerizes him so much that he could go on penning down lyrics about you for hours. loves it when you two go to karaoke, where he sings all the cheesy romantic songs for you. calls you his muse, because inspiration strikes him only when he's with you. sings to you when you're too stressed to calm you down. will text you to come to the music room asap and when you enter, the entire orchestra launches into a peaceful musical piece; and he begins singing "last night on earth' by green day. two wide smiles on both of your faces once he's done with the first chorus, he begins with, 'y/n, honey, will you-' but he's cut off by you jumping and shouting 'yes!', much to his delight.

hueningkai : the notorious troublemaker who's a menace to everyone except you, the calm to his storm, his one and only anchor. caging you with his body in empty nooks and corners of the school because flustering you is his hobby. late night rides on his motorcycle, your arms wrapped tightly his waist, as if you'd never let him go. loves to tuck in your hair behind your hair, because to him in that moment, you're perfect, his everything. climbs ladders and walls to sneak into your room through your window, soft feet padding through the wooden floor of your room. impresses your parents by actually showing up at your door instead of your window, with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. 'prom, darling?' he asks, your nose scrunching up cutely at the nickname, and your parents yell 'yes' from behind as he pulls you into his arms and pictures of you two get snapped by your folks for 'memories'.

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[kuumara]

Hey, Lucas

Mike and Lucas are on patrol. They're not far away from the safe house, but that doesn't mean they're safe. Thankfully they've gotten better at defending themselves these past year, and now they can be more useful than just plotting new plans.

They've been walking in silence, too scared to make noise that might attract anything. But Mike's never liked silence, it makes him feel even more anxious.

Mike whispers. "Hey, Lucas-"

"Shh." Lucas shuts him up immediately. Alright, then.

"Damn. When did you turn into such a nag-"

"Shh!" Ugh. Mike rolls his eyes. No one's any fun around here anymore. Except Will. But he's mostly possessed, so Mike doesn't know if he would be like this too if he spent more time with the group. Mike wishes he wouldn't, but he also wishes he wouldn't be possessed anymore. He wishes everything would be back to how it was.

If everything were normal, he could've maybe went to California with Will, or wherever he wanted to go, and they could get an apartment or maybe go to college together. There's colleges that have an art program and a writing program in the same building, right? It's both art, isn't it? He wishes he didn't have to keep his dreams to himself. If he or Will were a girl, he could gush about that all he wants. But neither of them are a girl.

Mike isn't walking with Lucas through cold, heavy air that makes you barely able to breathe. He's on a beach in California, with Will and El, in Lenora. During that spring break.

He and El never started dating again, in this ideal world. They're friends. Like, real friends, not the kind of friends you say you're 'just friends' with. The sun is shining, not too bright and not too dim. There's not a lot of people around them, rare for a beach like this. Will is telling him to come swimming with him. They swim and play in the water for a while. Mike tries to playfully keep Will under the water, but he keeps clutching him and eventually they both give up, exhausted, arms around eachothe-

"Mike!" Lucas waves a hand in front of Mike's face. That, unfortunately, pulls Mike out of his daydreaming. He blinks at Lucas. They're on the porch of the safe house. They still have to stay here for some time, while the others are getting ready to go sleep.

"You wanted to talk before so badly. Now speak,"

Mike contemplates. What if he just- told Lucas about Will? He's probably noticed something's up. He's the 'love expert', after all. Either Lucas accepts him, or doesn't care because they've got more important stuff to handle than Mike's self-discovery. Or, Lucas doesn't accept him and he loses his best friend. Ruins this friendship. He doubts that'll happen, though- Lucas isn't like that. His motto is 'normal is crazy'. He's been called a freak all his life, he's basically Mike's brother, he wouldn't bail on his fellow freak...

"Mik-"

"I'm gay," Mike blurts out. Great, at least now he doesn't have to overthink anymore, it's out there now.

Lucas just stares at him. Mike closes his eyes, he already knows this is going wrong. He closes his eyes, and waits for the punch, or the insult, or the outing to everyone else, or something.

But nothing happens. Well, something happens. Lucas hugs him. Mike still doubts this is positive, and expects him to hiss something awful and humiliating in his ear.

But he doesn't. They just stand there, on the front porch of the barricaded safe house. So, this is a positive reaction after all, isn't it?

"And I- I love Will." Mike's mouth moves faster than his brain yet again. But at least he's saved from the overthinking, I guess-

"I love him so much. Love-love him. Don't tell him," Mike's voice starts to break. Lucas hugs him even tighter, and Mike can't help but cry.

He cries, for what seems like forever, he's surprised no one came to take the other watch shift yet, and he hopes they don't. He doesn't want to be seen like this.

And Lucas is hugging him and holding him close through all of the crying and sniffling and staining his jacket.

Eventually, Mike just stays standing there, Lucas still not letting go, Mike's head on his shoulder. He's tired, yet has never felt more well-rested. He feels understood and he feels safe.

"Thank you, for telling me." Lucas whispers into Mike's hair. His voice is wet, he's been crying as well.

"Look at me, Mike,"

Mike does that. His tired eyes sting in the cold, dry air. Lucas's eyes are red, too.

"Listen. If anyone would hurt you, I would stand up for you, wouldn't I?"

Mike nods.

"And do you think I would hurt you? Despite you knowing I would beat anyone's ass that would even look at you weird?"

Mike laughs. He's happy Lucas is his friend. He's happy he told him.

"I would have to stand up to myself if I'd hurt you." They both laugh. And Lucas hugs Mike some more.

"I'm always here for you." Mike smiles into his shoulder.

"And, about Will. Don't even worry about him, you've got the love master on your side after all-"

"No, Lucas-"

"The wedding bells will ring in no time! Put together your guest list and book your hotels! Pick a theme already! What color will the decorations be? The bridesmaids dresses-"

--

Lucas plans bylers wedding agenda

based (😎) on this post by @merth-or-nothin (finally learned how to embed shit)

[astralis-ortus]

against the world

✱ boyfriend!bc × fem!reader

— for as long as i love you.

w.count → 2k genre → angst, fluff, a dash of comedy warnings → reader mocked by a character, self deprecating thought a.n → based on this request! took me a while to figure how to write because brain did not want to work together with the pictures i had in mind but we're here! it's a fun one to work on (despite the angst)(i actually love the angst) and i hope it's up to your expectation!<3 ⋆ see masterlist

the bus ride felt like forever.

honestly, you weren’t even sure why you ended up arguing with chan in the first place. hell, you couldn’t even remember what even really irked you about his response. all you remembered was about feeling upset and ended up lashing out at chan to the point where he decided to head back to his studio despite just coming back the hour prior, just so he doesn’t say anything he might regret.

when he still hadn’t returned hours later, however, guilt started to dig its sharp nails into your sore heart.

you knew you had to let him cool his head—you understand that, but you can’t sit still knowing he’d likely lock himself in and drown himself in work. you can’t, especially when you knew for a fact he hadn’t got anything to eat since you two were planning to go on a date had the argument never happened. he hasn’t been on top of his condition as is, and you won’t be able to forgive yourself if this whole absolute ridicule of a situation you caused made him fall sick.

hence, after your nth call went straight to his voicemail, you know there’s only one thing left you could do—go to his studio and apologize.

“thank you,” you offered a smile at the familiar security guard, bowing your head enough as you entered through the trainee and artist entrance of the building. usually, either you or chan would offer him a snack or coffee whenever you got there together, but with all the chaos happening inside your head, all you could remember to grab was the light meal you had hurriedly prepared for chan as an apology.

“bang chan is still in his studio,” the security guard quietly informed with a knowing smile, abruptly stopping you in your track with your eyes wide at him, “most of the staff, trainee, and artist have left for the day, but you could let me know if you need access to the rooftop. the weather is good enough for you to talk there.”

you blinked at his offer, a little stunned at the conclusion he took just by looking at you. is it that obvious…?

“it’s going to be okay; fights are bound to happen between couples,” he continued lightly with a tender smile, as if reading the thoughts passing your mind, “as long as you love and care about each other, there’s nothing you two can’t handle. don’t worry.”

choking up a breath, you hurriedly thanked the security guard and walked past the familiar hallways leading to your boyfriend’s studio. tears were pooling dangerously in your eyes, threatening its way out as you replayed the passing advice in your head. he’s right—as long as you love and care about each, there’s—

“hey! you! stop right there!”

the loud echoing voice snapped you out of your thoughts, again halting your steps before you reached your destination. despite your racing heartbeat at the sudden loudness, you try your best to seek for the other soul around—leading your eyes to land at a female figure at the end of the hallway.

“oh,” you immediately bowed your head as soon as you noticed the identity of the staff rushed towards you—one you recognize as a part of division 2, according to an exchange she had with chan a few months prior during one of your visits. “hello, i just—”

“who are you? how do you get in here?” the sharpness in her voice made you wince; startled and confused. you’re certain she’s aware of your presence before—distinctly remembering how chan awkwardly introduced you as to her own request, understandably wary of an unfamiliar face lurking around a private section of the company.

“right,” you shook your head, ridding your mind off of the uneasiness you picked up, “sorry, you probably don’t remember. i’m chan’s girlfriend. we met a couple months ago? i remember chan introdu—”

“girlfriend?” she scoffed, not even letting you finish your sentence. the way she shut you off left a sharp sting in your heart, but even that wouldn’t compare to the way her icy gaze pierced right through you—pricking and prodding every inch of your appearance, finalized with a condescending snicker.

“another crazy fan, huh?”

you felt your heart sink at the accusation. dating chan, you knew it would come with the bad alongside the good. you understood that, and you knew better than anyone to focus on the flowers and butterflies chan made your everyday look like while paying zero attention to the odd snarky remarks here and there. though it sure has been quite some time since the last time someone accused you of being delusional, but to be completely honest with yourself, it didn’t make it hurt any less.

fingers tighten around the strap of chan’s meal bag on your hand, you try hard not to let yourself crumble as you attempted to defend yourself, “no, i’m not—”

“besides,” cutting you short, she took a step closer and shoved her fingers on your shoulder, “you need to wake up. why would chan even date someone like you?”

you know you’re not perfect. you know that despite the amount of love you have for chan, there’s no promise of a perfect future between the two of you. you know that there’s a possibility of a life where you have to live without chan, and the blame will most likely be on you—because you’re not pretty enough. you’re not talented enough. you’re not someone of a similar background. you’re not even anywhere close to being on chan’s level, and it’s all because you’re you.

“seriously, get a grip,” she hissed, digging her fingers onto the bone of your shoulder while you desperately bit your lip, trying to contain the tears threatening to fall. “you’re just some lowly, delusional fan. don’t even—”

“don’t even what, noona?”

both you and the staff immediately snapped your eyes towards the figure behind her; heavy, firm steps towards you with his jaw tense and a silent rage burning in his eyes. she immediately scrambled away from you, hiding her hands—ones nearly pushing you to an endless canyon of despair.

you’ve never seen chan that angry.

“i-i just—”

“she’s my girlfriend,” chan emphasized through gritted teeth, taking your freezing hand in his trembling one, “and you do not talk to my woman like that.”

“i was just looking out for you!” she attempted to defend herself, fear present in her eyes as she attempted to look straight into chan’s eyes. “you know how crazy these sasaengs have been these days! i just—”

“stop!”

your body involuntarily jumped at the sudden raise in his voice, eyes wide as you looked at him in surprise. his face was red—but even from your point of view, you could see he was hurt.

“no one gave you the right to talk to my people like that,” chan towered against her as he makes himself clear, "especially towards my woman. you don’t—”

“channie,”

your voice was soft, but it was enough to quiet down the anger burning inside chan. yes—his priority is to keep you safe.

shifting his attention entirely towards you, chan felt his heart drop—your eyes were red, trails of tears apparent down your cheeks. your fingers were ice cold against his burning skin, and the way he felt your body tremble broke his heart.

“baby,” chan cracked a weak smile, trying to ease the tension on you as he ran his palms against your arm, “are you okay? need me to carry you?”

you quickly shook your head, sniffles escaping past your lips as your nerves slowly calmed down. you’re just so, so tired—and all you need is chan.

“let’s head to my studio, okay?” his voice was soft, arms wrapped around your frail figure as he leads you down the empty hallway, leaving the still stunned staff behind. he’ll deal with that tomorrow; because now, your well-being mattered most to him.

as soon as you got to chan’s studio, he immediately locked the familiar green room and covered you up with a blanket—ones he kept especially for you, keeping you warm as he quietly cuddled you on the small couch. your faint sniffles turned into sobs, and as the sense of safety finally settled in your bones, you finally let yourself cry into chan’s arms.

chan simply stayed silent; warmth of his arms surrounds you whilst he lets you pour your feelings out.

he heard almost everything the staff had said to you, and he’s mad at himself for not being able to protect you from those words. he should’ve been there with you, keeping you safe from the unnecessary hate just because you’re his girlfriend. he should’ve stayed with you instead of running away. he should’ve—

“i’m sorry for lashing out on you,” you clutched onto his hoodie, voice coming out weak as you try to regulate your breathing. “i didn’t know why i was so upset. i shouldn’t have done that to you. i’m sorry.”

“i’m sorry too, baby,” he pulled you closer into his arms, letting you nuzzle against the crook of his neck. “i shouldn’t have left you home alone, let alone for hours. i just—i could’ve handled it better. i’m sorry.”

a hum escaped your lips along with a soft shake of your head, showing your disapproval to his apology. “no, channie. i understand why you feel like you need to leave to clear your head. just… i’m worried because you didn’t answer my calls, and i know you hadn’t eaten anything today, so—”

“wait,” chan gently pulled away and looked at your flushed face, light trace of his fingers fixing the stray strands off your features, “you called? i didn’t hear my phone ring—or buzz, as a matter of fact. when did you call?”

“last was an hour ago, i think?” you leaned onto chan’s warm touch. “i don’t know. i was hurrying—ah,” eyes suddenly wide, you prodded your finger at the bag chan had set aside on his desk earlier, “i brought you some sandwich to eat. it’s not much, but you need to eat, channie.”

chan was stunned—he felt warm.

he’s used to being left alone to sort his feelings. he’s used to being treated as if his emotions were worth nothing, and he only mattered if he did something for others. chan is used to feeling invisible—but with you, he felt seen. not because of what he’s trying to prove, but because of the simple fact that he’s… him.

clearing his throat, chan immediately flashes a smile at you. “let’s eat first, yeah?” he hummed, voice noticeably lighter as he gently moved you off his lap and grabbed the little bag. “you should eat too. you spent a lot of energy crying.”

“but—”

“no buts,” he playfully glared at you, lips pursed in protest, “you came all the way here for me, it’s only fair i share my food with you.”

“after this,” finally unpacking the sandwich and handing you his other half, “we’ll order something else and some ice cream while i play you some of the songs i was working on. sounds good?”

the way your face lit up was enough of an answer for chan—your excited nods were merely a confirmation.

“alright, alright,” he chuckled, fighting off the urge to pull you back into his arms. instead, chan fished for the phone in his pocket and handed it to you. “your pick, baby.”

“yes! i’m—wait,” pressing on the power button, you blinked upon realizing how the screen remained unchanged despite your attempts. “did you forgot to charge your phone, channie?”

Chan grimaced. You could see how he’s slowly tracing his steps throughout the day—until a split second of realization flashed past his eyes. His lips turned into a little grin; one he always wears when he realizes he did something wrong.

“…did i?”

You’re out of words.

“channie!”

“hahah—i’m sorry!”

©️ astralisortus, 2024. | likes and reblogs are highly appreciated♡

[lego-ninja-bilbo]

Probably won’t finish this but still wanted to share some leaisa domestic life fluff

[ink-witch111]

I decided I’m gonna make a Lea / Isa comic. Sneak peak of the ANGST. It’s honestly mostly fluff tho~

Comic is based off of the lovely @ostelan fic ‘On the Mend: Isa's Awakening' . GO READ IT.

[mins-fins]

speak now — kum junhyeon

junhyeon doesn't mind being the voice for his quiet friend.

tags :: kum junhyeon x m!reader , high school au , reader is super shy , junhyeon is a bundle of joy , loud boy x quiet boy trope , they're in love , reader is actually me in disguise

kum junhyeon has always been told that he talks a lot.

he never took it offensively, junhyeon loves talking, he talks all the time, he spends most of his time talking if not sleeping or eating or running away from taerae's constant affection.

when he met y/n when they were six, he was no different, junhyeon has always been jumpy and energetic, a contrast to y/n, whose calm, shy, and usually doesn't utter more than a few words a day.

junhyeon has never met such a quiet person in his life, he spends most of his time around extroverts, but y/n is different, way different, he's so quiet that you probably won't hear him at all when he speaks.

he's gotten used to the quiet personality of the boy, whose become his best friend. junhyeon loves his friend the way he is, he can't imagine y/n any other way.

he knows y/n isn't keen on affection, but y/n doesn't mind his affection, it makes junhyeon feel special, because y/n doesn't let anyone else hug him, but he can, and that's great.

he doesn't mind speaking for y/n, he finds him really special, though so many other people ignore him, it makes junhyeon sad, he thinks of the boy as one of the most special people in the world.

or maybe he's just biased.

"y/n drew the plays advertisement poster?"

the question surprises junhyeon, do people seriously not know how talented of an artist y/n is? his signature is literally on the goddamn poster—

but he refrains himself from saying that.

"yeah, y/n's a very talented artist! he's always drawn posters like this!"

did junhyeon also mention he's an amazing hypeman on top of that?

y/n spends most of his lunchtime drawing as he sits beside junhyeon, whose talking to his other friends about who knows what. he looks to y/n beside him, whose tuning out the rest of the noise as he sketching a certain someone.

"what about you y/n?"

y/n blinks, not believing he was being addressed, as he was usually ignored by everyone else sitting there. his pencil continues gliding against the page as he stares at park gunwook, confused.

"what's your favorite extracurricular activity?"

the question is simple, really, it is, but y/n just stares. he finds himself frozen, like he can't answer the question, his free hand starts shaking, and he stays still. he's not thinking, he knows the answer, he just can't answer.

junhyeon looks to his best friend, noticing how he's now frozen in nervousness. so, he decides to answer the question himself, so that his friend can at least feel a little less anxiety.

"y/n likes art" he answers. "he's an amazing artist! you know! he's so talented and creative, have you seen his drawings? he's also super humble, and pretty, and smart—" junhyeon goes on with his rambling, talking about how great and talented y/n is, as his other friends nod and laugh about how many adjectives he can use to describe his best friend.

junhyeon yelps as he gets pinched. "junhyeon" y/n whispers. "please stop" his voice is barely audible as he says those words.

junhyeon simply smiles, laughing. "i was just answering the question for you".

y/n hums, his face staying the same, though his heart flutters at the compliments from junhyeon, who seems so used to it.

he was flattered to say the least.

junhyeon is many things, an absolute sweetheart is definitely on top of that list. y/n never feels the need to hide, never feels any pressure to have to talk, junhyeon is just always there for him, he understands him.

junhyeon makes him feel amazing, happy, and many other unsaid feelings he can't describe with just words alone.

they seem made for each other no?

AUTHORS NOTE — i rewrote this twice, but it's junhyeon so it's okay!!!

[rebka18]

For my current fic obsession!!

you want mega fluff with tension in the middle and a urge to hit them both on the head for oblivious this is the fic for you,i love it somuch and cant wait for more chapters to come go give it a read and kudos here!!!

[metallicaislife]

i just want to say that you’re the best writer for Cliff, the “oh yeah?” during Tight Fit is just so Cliff you really know how to write for him, and all of your work is awesome!

ahhh thank you so much!! I love Cliff sm and I am really happy to hear that I portray him well!! This seriously made my day!! 💚

[rainbeom]

TXT AND TYPES OF LOVE TROPES WITH THEM <3

pairing : txt x reader

genre : fluff

wc : 537 !!

warnings : mentions of bruised knuckles and punching a wall

song rec : loser=lover : txt ; no problem : nayeon ft felix of skz

a/n : sorry this took so long ! i have exams rn so updates are slow, but i hope this is likeable <333

yeonjun : childhood best friends to lovers

fed up with the numerous blind dates your friends set you upto, yeonjun decides to take the matter into his hands, unable to see his beloved chase others. "i've loved you ever since we were 10." he confesses, to see your mouth agape. your heart softens at how earnest he was with his confession. trailing his thumb across your cheek bone, he asks, "but do you feel the same, y/n? please don't feel obliged to reciprocate wh-" "i do, yeonjun, i've loved you too" you murmur, pressing a kiss to his palm.

tap to unlock ! <3

soobin : exes to lovers

volunteering to be a part time teacher where your ex works is never a good idea. sitting on the tiny chairs in the kindergarten, you and soobin watch kids play around. he huffs, "you broke my heart, you know?" and hands you two paper pieces of a heart-shaped origami. joining the two pieces together, you tape them and say, "well, let me join it for you." holding out your hand, you look at him expectantly, waiting to see what he does. he reaches out to clasp your hand, determined to not let you go this time.

beomgyu : enemies to lovers

being pinned against a wall by your enemy (who you secretly like omg) isn't really the best idea, as beomgyu snaps at you for teasing him. "can't you shut up? i think about you enough as it is !" he explodes, his eyes wide when he realizes what he said. "oh my god that was not what i meant." he begins, but you chortle, "haha, you like me don't you?" "shut up" he says, clearly annoyed and pushing him further, you retort with "make me." his mind goes, make me, she said. that's all it takes for beomgyu to press you against the wall, and kiss you like his life depends on it.

taehyun : fake lovers to actual lovers

"god, i'm gonna be so jealous of the guy you go out on a date with" taehyun blurts as your 3-month fake dating contract nears its end, a sudden smile takes over his face as the realization hits him, "oh wait, i'm that guy." mustering up all the courage you could possibly have, "you could be that guy, for real this time, you know? the one who takes me to dates." you offer. the unmissable gleam of his eyes gives away the answer, "oh yeah? i'd like that, very much, y/n darling."

hueningkai : soulmates to lovers

"we belong together, y/n !! when are you going to understand this?" kai asks, agitated to see the marks on your knuckles because he'd punched a wall, and you being his soulmate, the result of his actions directly affect you. tending gently to your wounds, he whispers, "don't push me away, y/n. fighting the inevitable makes it only more difficult." "but what if you're the one i need?" you ask feebly, overwhelmed by the feeling of his hands brushing your knuckles, "then let me be the one for you." he asserts, pressing his lips to the top of your hands.

© rainbeom, via imkyunies, 2022, all rights reserved.