#wc: 143

[party-pri3st]

nyehehe

sorry to inundate you with mistletoe asks but not sorry

🎄

And, by the grace of the Divine One themself - another familiar face! "Lady Celica!" Pandreo cries, face alighting. He's swept up in the reminiscence of her power running through his veins, her memories and experiences guiding his hand in the most terse moments of the war. Oh, it's so wonderful to see her smile, to behold her majesty again, and -

Wait.

Pandreo had known Emblem Celica. Ostensibly, only a fraction of Lady Celica's legacy, a sliver of her soul.

She would not remember him.

He clears his throat just as she looks his way. If she is confused, she's gracious about it.

Pandreo bows, half reverence and half apology. "It's an honor. Uhm." There's nothing for it; he falls to a kneel, kissing the back of her hand. If she's truly appalled, there's probably a mistletoe close enough by to play it off.

[deadlyminded]

Kagetsu says he is not an eager schoolboy, and then rushes to kiss Zelkov.  He misses, pressing his lips instead to Zelkov's chin, but the taller man allows this.  He then rushes to attempt to disrobe Zelkov.  Almost as immediately, Zelkov's hands are on Kagetsu's in an attempt to dissuade his goal (this is not a good place or time for steamier acts).

However, he turns this into a more gentle hand-hold, his grasp is firm in drawing Kagetsu's hands away from his outfit, but turn gentle as he slips his thumbs into Kagetsu's palms and aims to weave his fingers betwixt the other's.

“Now, now,” he murmurs, leaning down.  He knows his breath must be hot against Kagetsu's forehead.  He also knows he is no longer preventing Kagetsu from kissing him completely. “We have plenty of time, do we not?  Slow down…”

translator's note: keikaku means plan

closet mini || cont. from -> 🚪

[emisluvr]

‎ 𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘  𝗢𝗙  𝗬𝗢𝗨  ✦  𝗟.𝗛𝗦

‎ ★ ◞ 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 . . .

이희승 as your munch bf ! ⭑ ── wc. 388 ୨ৎ mature drabble ✧ w. smut ( 18+ mdni! ) , oral sex , explicit language , pet names

‎ ‎꒰◞ ˕ ◟꒱ REBLOG FOR CUDDLES !

heeseung cannot get enough of eating you out, seriously. he notices how every little moment makes you lose it, and he lives for it.

the way his tongue runs up your slit to collect the wetness, the way he sucks on your clit just enough to have your eyes rolling back, the way his tongue moves along your core, swirling around the flesh and occasionally sliding just inside.

every single second has your brain all fuzzy, and it shows when your thighs clench around his head, your fingers threading and grabbing his soft hair, and the soft moans and little screams that spill from your lips.

"mm, hee.." you whimper as he takes the first slow lick, tongue running up your soaking, warm pussy with a soft wet sound that makes your breath hitch.

he relishes the sound you make, head buried between your thighs as his large hands grip your hips tight, pressing you closer while his mouth hungrily feasts on you.

"tastes so good, princess.." he mumbles against your core, his breath hot. his lips suck gently on your clit, tongue swirling around it in slow circles as his eyes flutter shut, savoring the warmth and sweet taste of you while you softly moan, the wet noises between you filling the room.

"f-uck.." you stutter, fingers curling into his soft locks as his tongue works up and down your core, now slick with his saliva, sliding just about inside, swirling itself around just as he hears you cry out.

"so sweet, doll." he assures you, his tongue gliding up a few more times, nose bumping softly into your pussy, his muffled giggles mixing with your shaky breaths.

"g-gonna cum, hee.. shit!" you sob, back arching slightly off the bed as your hips jerk up instinctively.

he holds you down in place, fingers digging further into your skin as he moves his mouth faster against you. his tongue strokes your slit deeper, pressing little kisses to your clit between long, wet flicks.

"cum baby, that’s it.." he says, voice husky as your uncontrollable whines and hitched breaths fill the room, the sound of his mouth working against your pussy mixing with his eager groans.

your cum seeps out, landing on his tongue as he collects every drop, like he’s been waiting to get a taste of you.

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[my-castles-crumbling]

run - may 16 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - wc: 143

“Don’t,” James demanded, stand frozen and staring at Regulus as he stood at the door of the abandoned classroom.

It’d all happened so fast. The argument. The yelling. The kiss.

“Don’t what?” Regulus spat, hand on the handle. 

“Run,” he said, softer now. “Don’t leave because you’re scared. Don’t do that. I know you feel something.”

“What, so Sirius can run, but I can’t? Talk about double-standards, Potter,” the Slytherin snarled, crossing his arms.

James knew Regulus was scared, but the words still hit him like a slap in the face. Regulus knew how much he struggled with not wanting to choose. He took a slow, deep breath, trying to rearrange his thoughts, before he came up with an answer he was happy with.

“Sirius ran to people who love him, Reg. You’re running away from people who love you. There’s a difference.”

[nerdycheol]

Hint. Hint. HINT!!!

Pairing: Lee Seokmin (DK) x Reader

Genre: College AU, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Oblivious Crush

WC: ~2.5k

Lee Seokmin was either the dumbest person you had ever met or just truly, utterly clueless.

For months now, you had been dropping hints—glaring, neon-sign-worthy hints—but he still hadn’t caught on. It was ridiculous. Actually, no—it was painful.

How else were you supposed to let him know you liked him? Spell it out in the sky? Get a marching band to parade through campus?

Today, you were determined to make it even more obvious.

Hint #143: Movie Night

“You know,” you started, casually scrolling through Netflix as Seokmin sprawled out on your dorm bed beside you, “watching a movie together like this is basically a date.”

He snorted, grabbing a handful of popcorn. “Pfft, nah. Friends do this all the time.”

You shot him a look. “Yeah, but do friends do this?” You shifted closer, resting your head against his shoulder.

Your heart thumped. Any second now, he’d get it—he had to.

Seokmin, the human golden retriever that he was, just hummed happily. “You’re so comfy, Y/N.”

You closed your eyes. “Seokmin. Be honest. Are you acting dumb or are actually dumb?”

He blinked. “What?”

You sat up, exasperated. “I’ve been dropping hints left and right, and you—” You pointed at his forehead. “Are. Not. Getting. It.”

He looked genuinely confused. “Hints? What hints?”

You gaped at him. “Oh my god.”

---

Hint #157: Borrow My Hoodie

One of the surefire ways to get a guy’s attention was the classic borrow his hoodie move. So when you saw Seokmin in his oversized, soft-as-a-cloud hoodie one morning, you knew what had to be done.

You tugged at his sleeve as he sat across from you in the campus café. “Hey, can I borrow your hoodie?”

He didn’t even hesitate. “Of course! Are you cold?”

Success.

You pulled it over your head, inhaling the faint scent of his detergent and something undeniably him. “Wow, this is so comfy. I might just keep it forever.”

Seokmin grinned. “That’s fine, I have others!”

You sighed. “No, Seokmin. This is where you’re supposed to say, ‘If you keep my hoodie, you have to give me something in return.’”

His brows furrowed. “Like what?”

“Like…” You leaned forward, staring into his very soul. “A kiss, maybe?”

For a moment, just a brief moment, something flickered in his eyes. Then he laughed. “Ohhh, that’s funny! You almost got me there!”

You groaned, flopping onto the table. Why is he like this?

---

Hint #200: The Almost Confession

Enough was enough. If he couldn’t figure it out on his own, you were just going to have to spell it out for him.

The two of you were sitting on the campus lawn after class, enjoying the golden sunset. Seokmin stretched, his shirt riding up slightly, and you nearly forgot your entire train of thought.

No. Focus.

You took a deep breath. “Seokmin.”

“Hm?” He turned to you, all bright eyes and sunshine.

“I like—”

RIIING.

His phone buzzed loudly, and he scrambled to answer it. “Oh! Sorry, give me a sec—hello?”

You closed your eyes, mentally counting to ten. Of course.

When he finally ended the call, he turned back with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

You exhaled. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

---

Hint #250: The Breaking Point

It was getting ridiculous. Everyone in your friend group knew you liked him. Even strangers could probably tell. Everyone except Lee Seokmin himself.

You decided to try one last time.

“Seokmin.” You stopped in the middle of the campus quad, grabbing his hand.

He blinked. “Yeah?”

“Do you think I’d make a good girlfriend?”

He tilted his head. “Of course! You’d be amazing. Any guy would be lucky to have you.”

You squeezed his hand tighter. “What if I wanted to be your girlfriend?”

Silence.

A beat passed. Then another. You watched as his brain visibly tried to process the words.

“…Wait. What?”

You groaned, pulling your hand away. “Seokmin. Oh my god.”

And then—finally—it clicked. His eyes widened, his mouth parting slightly in realization.

“Wait. Wait. Are you saying—”

“Yes!” you practically shouted. “I’ve been saying it for months!”

His face turned red. “You like me?!”

You threw your hands up. “YES, GENIUS.”

For a second, he just stared at you, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Then, all at once, his face broke into the brightest, happiest smile you had ever seen.

“You like me?” he repeated, this time with so much joy that your frustration melted away.

You rolled your eyes but smiled back. “Yes, Seokmin. I like you. And I’ve been trying to tell you this entire time.”

He laughed—loud, full, and infectious—before suddenly wrapping you in a tight hug. “I like you too! I just… I didn’t know if you liked me back.”

“You—” You groaned, resting your forehead against his chest. “Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable.”

Seokmin grinned, holding you tighter. “So… does this mean I get to call you my girlfriend now?”

You pulled back just enough to look at him. “You better.”

And finally, finally, Lee Seokmin got the hint.

Bonus:

Jeonghan sighed, watching from a distance. “Took them long enough.”

Joshua nodded. “I was starting to think we’d have to force them into a closet or something.”

Seungkwan shook his head. “Nah, even then, Seokmin would probably think it was just ‘friend bonding.’”

And honestly? They weren’t wrong.

[encantresse]

"wh..."

she would have sooner expected dedue to break into a heartfelt dance than utter what had just left his lips.

a joke, surely? one in poor taste, if that were the case, though even she knew the man was not the sort to jest in the first place...unless he was? she didn't know him all that well yet.

"a relationship?" dorothea repeats, willing herself to don anything but a dumb-stricken expression. the assumption, the hope, was that the matter had been kept private — she certainly hadn't told anyone on her end — though it seems she'd forgotten just how deep a bond between prince and retainer ran.

surely dimitri had mentioned he'd withdrawn?

there's an awkward clearing of the throat. "that's...news to me. i wasn't aware of the fact, considering dimitri was the one who thought to remove himself."

@thestaunchshieldvassel

[ ♫ ]  ─  * (𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡) 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰?

cupido bash mini | continued from x:

[neeeooon]

Can I get a request of a reader being from a foreign country she is a gamer but she knows nagi from discord and playing games with him. And she decided to surprise him and pop up in Japan. That’s all I got🤣 run with the rest

yess this is so cute TY FOR THE REQ 💗💞

143 means i love you

nagi seishiro x fem!reader. oneshot, fluff. wc: 1.5k

you joined the japanese server to test your language knowledge. plus, you were sick of children screaming slurs on the english server. you didn’t expect to find such good gaming chemistry with someone in another country, and you didn’t expect to give him your discord after.

usernxgi: so we can play tgt again :x

you: sure! but my japanese is awful :’)

usernxgi: u dont need 2 speak japanese 2 play this game lol

you: Die

you and the stranger, whom you learned was named nagi, played several games afterward. however, you didn’t start playing on call until your sixth match together, when you nearly lost because the in-game chat glitched out and cut off your only form of communication.

there was an obvious language barrier the first time you spoke, but nagi was right when he said you didn’t need to speak the same language to play. you understood more than you could say, so when nagi would say “go left” or “back me,” you’d obey without needing to reply.

the relationship between you continued until you were messaging back and forth every day, whether you played together or not. you even trusted him enough to give him your number, and he spammed you with cat memes for two days before eventually growing bored. due to the time zone difference, you'd fall asleep wishing him a good day and wake up with good morning texts.

you: gmmmmm <33

nagi: gm y/n :) how did u sleep ?

you: good! if u aren't busy today, we should play together

nagi reacted "🤍" to your message!

it was a comfortable relationship, and you tried not to dwell on the fact that it was digital. months went by, and you found yourself wanting more and more from nagi. you loved talking and gaming with him, but you wanted to do simple things like go to a movie or eat dinner together.

that's when you got the brilliant idea to go to japan.

nagi told you where he was attending uni after you were deemed trustworthy, and you were following a few of his friends on instagram. they made a chat with you to help teach you japanese, but it dried up once school started again.

when you reached out to his best friend, reo, with your plan, he was more than willing to help. he offered to pay for your flight and hotel, but you politely turned him down (rookie mistake) and instead asked him to show you around the city a bit before you officially met nagi.

reo: do you need a translator? i could set something up for you!

you: noo that's okay!! i've been studying and taking japanese classes at my college :))

reo: okay! i'll have a driver pick you up at the airport

reo: don't say no, he's already been booked and paid for

you: ....... thank you :')

reo: anything for my best friend-in-law!

you were a nervous, shaky mess when your plane landed in japan. you followed reo's instructions and the english directional signs plastered around the international airport until you spotted a man in a suit holding a sign with your name. you blushed ferociously and sped-walked to the man, flashing him a tight smile as you waved awkwardly.

"hello," you greeted in japanese, and the man took your bags before leading you to his limoseine.

you: a limo?? really??

reo: ;)

it surprisingly didn't take as long as you thought it would to reach reo's penthouse. he was waiting outside for you with a blinding smile, and you were caught off guard by how purple his hair looked in person. "y/n!" he shouted when he saw you. "nagi doesn't know you're here, right?"

"no, i wanted to surprise him..." you rubbed your arm, suddenly unsure if this was a wise idea or not. you wanted to see nagi, but maybe you should have discussed your trip with him first.

the light tap of reo's knuckles against your shoulder pulled you from your thoughts, and he flashed you a small, comforting smile. "don't worry. he'll be super excited to see you! well, maybe not super excited, he isn't the type to get very emotional, but i'm sure he'll smile!"

reo helped you get settled in your hotel before giving you a brief tour of his favorite places in the city. "oh! this is where nagi and i went to high school! i taught him how to play soccer here."

eventually, he got a phone call from a certain white-haired boy, and your stomach twisted anxiously. reo caught your expression and beamed. "come on! i told him i'd bring food over for dinner."

after picking the food up, you followed reo to nagi's apartment. he helped you read signs in japanese when you struggled with your pronunciation, and before you knew it, you were standing outside your online friend's door.

this is a bad idea, you mentally scolded yourself. reo entered the code and used his foot to open the door. "nagi!" too late to back out, now!

"huh, reo?" you heard from inside the apartment and halted. his voice was the same in person as it was over the phone, yet hearing it this clearly startled you.

reo gestured you to follow with the tilt of his head. "i have something for you. come here."

"i don't wanna," he grumbled, and you smiled. he really wasn't any different in person than he was online. after a few rounds of gaming together, he usually gave up and got himself killed first so that he could sit back and watch you and his teammates play without him.

you weren't expecting him to round the corner so suddenly, but your breath caught in your chest when he did. he was dressed in grey sweats and a hoodie, both too big to fit, but what really caught you off guard was how tall he was. his voice was on the softer side, so you weren't expecting someone 6'3.

he blinked when his eyes landed on you. you stared at each other for a moment, taking several moments for the situation to process, before nagi stepped back around the corner and out of sight.

"uh—" you cut yourself off when he appeared a moment later with hair not as messy as it'd been before. nagi raised a hand, and you could tell he was trying to keep his grin at bay by the way his lips twitched. "hey."

a giggle bubbled in your chest as you waved back. "hi, nagi."

reo looked between the two of you with a crazed grin. "oh! it seems i have a meeting i completely forgot about! you two will be alright without me, i'm sure. bye!" he didn't give either of you a chance to reply before sprinting out the door, manic laughter following him down the hallway.

you and nagi stood, silently staring at the spot reo had just been standing. you didn't feel uncomfortable in your online friend's presence, but it was a bit awkward as you struggled to find something to say.

thankfully, nagi broke the silence and tipped his head to the side. "wanna game?"

☆ 🎮

"no fair!" you shouted in frustration as you lost... again. "you know the controls; i've never played this before!"

the soft sound of nagi's laughter filled your ears, and you felt your face heat up. "this is bullying."

"cute."

"it's an abuse of power!"

"mmm, yep."

you glared at him and the little upward curve of his lips. "teach me how to play."

"nope."

"why?!" you gaped.

nagi's head tipped back against his shoulders, eyes lazily meeting yours. "i like when you're mad. 's cute."

your mouth snapped shut. whatever creative comeback you were planning evaporated from your mind, and you found yourself struggling to remember how to speak japanese.

"jerk," you managed after a few moments, and he laughed before saying in broken english, "no english, please."

you switched over to a game you were both familiar with after that and finally started winning. the two of you played until the sun set and the delivery food was gone. stretching your arms over your head, you reluctantly stood and placed the gaming controller on the charging stand. "i should probably go to my hotel,"

nagi let out a silent yawn as he followed suit, charging his controller and standing beside you. "ok. should i walk with you?"

"isn't that too much of a hassle?" you teased, and nagi shrugged. he never gave verbal confirmation, but he shoved his hands into his hoodie pocket and followed you when you exited his apartment.

you breathed in the night air and sighed, smiling when you felt nagi's baggy sleeve brush against your arm every few steps. "i'm happy i got to meet you."

"me too."

"we should hang out again tomorrow if you aren't busy," you offered, sparing him a quick glance to find him already looking down at you with a faint smile. "okay."

[memorabxlia]

badboy boynextdoor ━ 비엔디

☆pairing¡! ot6 x fem!reader (separate) ☆genre¡! fluff ☆warnings¡! mentions food, mentions violence, implied friends to lovers, mentions smoking, mentions bad weather, ☆wc¡! 836 (all together)

Sungho – wc: 131

He shows up at your place with blood on his knuckles and a cocky tilt to his grin. You don’t say anything at first. Just grab the first aid kit and sit him down.

“Seriously?” you mutter. “Again?”

“He deserved it.”

“They always do, huh?”

He winces when you dab at the cut, but he doesn’t flinch away.

The next day, you leave cupcakes on his porch—pink frosting, heart sprinkles, and a note that says, “Try problem-solving without your fists. Start with frosting.”

You don’t expect a response, but later your phone buzzes: “Too sweet. Just like you. I ate five.”

You shake your head, smiling, because of course he did.

Riwoo – wc: 155

You catch him feeding a stray cat behind the gas station, crouched low like he’s hiding something illegal.

“You’re serious about this?” you ask, stepping closer. “You hiding your side hustle as a cat dad?”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m not a cat dad.”

“Okay, so this one’s stalking you?”

He doesn’t answer. Just scratches the cat’s ears like he’s done it a hundred times.

You pull a granola bar from your bag and offer it. The cat eats it. He watches you with that unreadable look.

“You naming him or what?”

“Only if you don’t tell anyone,” he mutters.

“Cross my heart,” you say, smiling.

The next week, you show up with a tiny hand-knit cat sweater.

He calls it stupid.

He also keeps it.

Jaehyun – wc: 143

You show up to the party in pastels and glossed lips, feeling like the only splash of color in a house full of dark hoodies and half-hearted beer pong. You spot Jaehyun leaning on the porch railing, cigarette glowing faintly in the dark. His eyes find you fast. They always do.

When you leave, he’s suddenly beside you. He doesn’t ask. Just walks.

“You always follow girls home?” you ask, trying to sound casual.

“Just the ones who dress like a cupcake but walk like they own the street,” he says, not even glancing your way.

You scoff, but your heart’s racing.

He keeps his hands in his pockets, but when a car slows near the curb, his body shifts in front of you, subtle and sure.

You pretend not to notice. He knows you do.

Taesan – wc: 119

You’re talking to someone from yearbook—nice, clean-cut, smiley. He’s sweet. Harmless.

What you don’t notice is Taesan across the courtyard, watching with narrowed eyes, arms crossed like he’s weighing something.

He finds you after class, corners you at your locker.

“You into him?”

You blink. “Who?”

“That guy. From lunch.”

“Oh. No. He’s just… friendly.”

He steps closer, voice low. “Good. ‘Cause if you were, I’d have to pretend I don’t care. And I don’t lie well.”

Your brain short-circuits.

And just like that, he walks away, leaving you blushing and grinning like a lovesick idiot.

Leehan – wc: 193

The storm knocks the power out at his place. Yours went out earlier—and worse—so you showed up with wet hair and cold fingers, and he didn’t say much. Just opened the door, handed you one of his hoodies, and muttered, “Don’t drip on the floor.”

Now you’re both on the living room floor, wrapped in mismatched blankets with one flickering candle between you. He leans back against the wall, black hoodie, silver rings, and that usual calm that’s more dangerous than loud.

“I never pictured you being scared of thunder,” he says, lips curled just slightly. “I’m not scared,” you lie. Then, thunder crashes again—and you flinch. He doesn’t say I told you so. Doesn’t tease again. Just reaches over, pulls you into his side like it’s nothing, and settles you there. You feel his fingers brush over the frilly edge of your sleeve, slow and absent, like he’s thinking about something and not saying it. “You’re safe, princess,” he murmurs. “You can stop pretending now.” And slowly, with your cheek pressed against his chest and his scent in your lungs, you actually do.

Woonhak – wc: 149

You’re at lunch when you overhear two girls behind you.

“He’s just messing with her. Guys like him don’t date girls like that.”

“She’s probably just a phase.”

You snap.

“He’s better than any of the guys you’ve dated. He actually listens. He shows up. Last week he stood in the rain with me for an hour just because I didn’t want to be alone. So maybe mind your business.”

They go quiet.

Later, Woonhak finds you behind the gym, hands stuffed in your jacket.

“You didn’t have to say anything,” he says.

“I know. I wanted to.”

He leans in, kisses you quick and breathless, hand cupping your cheek like you’re something delicate.

And he doesn’t say it—but you know he’s never felt more seen.

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[wooahaeruby]

Blood Stained Hands

Summary

One mistake leads to the downward spiral of the life you once knew. Everything made sense once, but now...everything made sense differently. Are you willing to risk everything for the people you've come to love? Jeonghan x Reader & Joshua x Reader & ????? x Reader

Tags/TW

Mafia AU, Polyamory, G*ns and Dr*gs mentions, Violence, Organized Crime, Death Threats, Other Kpop groups are mentioned, Female Reader, Trauma, PTSD, Slow Burn, M*rder/People Die, Read at your own risk Some chapters will have specific Trigger Warnings!

Author's Notes

This is my villain arch. This is years worth of watching crime shows and losing my mind which ended up in...this. Yeah... I don't have a lot to say for myself with this one, I just wrote and wrote and wrote and It got longer and longer and now we are here.

Status: Incomplete/WIP

Current WC: TBD

Current Chapter Count: 47

Chapters

Under Dimmed Street Lights

Umbrella to Stand Under, Together

Stupid is As Stupid Does

Intro Fire Brings Light

Light Brings Warmth

New Bonds

New World Unraveled

Checkmate

First Rule About Fight Club

Don't Talk About Fight Club

Birthday Blue

Heart On The Light

Sky Walking

Rose Tinted Glasses

A Night to Remember

A Night You'll Never Forget

When The Sun Shines

One Shot, Two Shot

Plans Within Plans

Plans Within the Plans of Plans

Stupid Games

Stupid Prizes

Two is Better Than One

Never Alone

A Step Forward

New Perspectives

One Eye Open

A Hand to Hold

Snap of A Heart

Crash and Burn

Shot for Shot

Two Sides of The Same Coin

Sparks

143

Three Steps Forward

Four Million Steps Back

A Very SVT Christmas

Misery Business

Heavy Clouds

Lost & Found

Stuck in Limbo

Bottom of the Stairs

Light Behind The Door

Healing Starts Slow

Truth Be Told

Normalcy

Tactical Planning

Three Isn't a Crowd?

Taking Control

Next Chapter July 7th

[mi9yuz]

right where we belong ✶ lsm

fluff ! wc 143 @seokmn

The gentle rhythm of Seokmin’s fingers threading through your hair was enough to lull you to sleep. You sighed against his chest, your phone resting loosely in your grip as you recorded the moment, the camera capturing the slow, soothing patterns he traced along your back.

“Are you recording me?” he murmured, amusement laced in his affectionate tone. Yet, his fingers never faltered, their touch light and comforting.

“Maybe,” you hummed.

He chuckled, the soft vibrations rumbling through his chest. “What if I start charging you for moments like this?”

You grinned, tilting your head up. “I’d repay you in kisses.”

His lips quirked up as he leaned down, pressing a feather-light kiss to your forehead. “Then I guess I’ll accept.”

The room was quiet, save for the sound of your breaths and the occasional rustle of fabric as he pulled you closer. The world outside faded into irrelevance—only Seokmin remained, his warmth, his touch, and the quiet certainty that you were exactly where you belonged.

[hyuuukais]

-`♡´ - APARTMENT 143

pairing -> lee minho x fem reader

synopsis -> after a bad breakup, y/n needs to find a new place to live. although she's grateful for her best friend, up-and-coming model hwang hyunjin, for letting her stay at his, she can't keep living with him and his model roommates. so when an opening for somewhere nearby with cheap rent opens up, she jumps on it, despite knowing next to nothing about the 3 other tenants, only that one owns 3 cats. the three quickly learn of her breakup, determined to help get her back on her feet. but what happens when one of them begins to develop feelings?

warnings -> gen, energy is tenseee

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN -> PEOPLE DON'T CHANGE (partially written! wc: 1.4k)

You sigh, placing your phone next to you as you slide down further into your pillows. Time is running out to ask Minho, you know that, and Lily has been pressing too. The deadline for offering interviews lingers sooner than when they start. With a groan, you swing your feet over the edge of your bed and slip them into the bunny slippers previously kicked off at the end of your bedframe, trudging to your door.

Minho is already pouring a cup of coffee into a dark brown mug when you enter the kitchen, wearing his normal work attire; a tight black t-shirt tucked into black jeans and a belt. Sometimes you were jealous of the simplicity. He doesn't notice you lean on the island, back facing you. When he does turn around, he startles, the tiniest drop of hot coffee running down the side of his mug and seeping under his hand. He doesn't hiss at the burn, doesn't even flinch, just puts the mug down and wipes his hand on the cloth hanging off the oven door.

"Dont sneak up on people, it's not nice," he says, replacing the cloth.

You perk up at his voice. "We're talking again, good, that's good. Listen, I deeply apologize for what I said and I don't even believe that, you know? I'm sure your ex loved you a lot. There was definitely a really good reason for her to hide her husband from you. Maybe he sucked! In any case, you're a great guy, so why wouldn't she choose you?"

Taking a deep breath, you refocus yourself. Minho is staring at you from above his mug, blowing gently on the hot liquid. There's still tension between you two, the air thick and hot.

"Was there a point to all that?" He asks bluntly.

"Yes, um. This is bad timing, but have you decided if you're doing Lily's thing or not yet...?" He sets his mug down with a sigh. "Of course, it's okay if you don't want to! Deadlines are coming up though so she needs an answer whether you're doing it or not."

He takes his time answering, sipping his coffee, running a hand through his hair, stretching. Part of you is getting frustrated. How hard is it to say a simple yes or no? Either he's doing it or not, there's not exactly a grey area.

"I'll do it," Minho finally answers, and you barely contain a squeal of excitement.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You run around the island and hug him, nearly knocking over your stool in the process.

It's short-lived, pulling away to see Minho's face painted red, no doubt mimicking your own. Clearing his throat, he nods at you and grabs his coffee, turning away from you. You're about to leave when you remembered what prompted you to seek him out in the first place.

"We're having a game night tonight if you want to join? It's just gonna be the boys, Hyun, NingNing, and I invited Soobin too." You lean against the wall of the hallway leading to your rooms, waiting for a response.

"Ah, I might be working late again, but I'll see what Jeongin is up to. Is it okay if I..." He shakes his head. "Never mind, forget that. I'll either see you or I won't."

"Okaaay," you give him two thumbs up, but immediately put them back down when he gives you a weird look.

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Game night is in full swing by ten with snacks and drinks taking up the island and bodies filling up the couch. A pile of UNO cards sit messily in the middle of the table, NingNing taking it upon herself to tidy it up every so often, even if it only stays like that for a couple of turns. You're so close to calling UNO, smirking as you place down another pick-up-4 card and watch as Soobin's head slowly turns to look at you with fake disdain. He keeps eye contact as his hand reaches for the deck, barely containing his own smile as he glares at you, and you can't help but giggle.

All night has been like this- teasing Soobin and getting him used to your friends now that you've become a bit more serious. His training under you has finally ended, so you feel less guilty about the whole thing. The only thing is that you still haven't shared it with your boss, but that's a problem for another day. Right now, all you can think of is the way Soobin has his free hand over yours, thumb caressing the back of your hand and only taking it away to place a card down. He fits in nicely with everyone, almost like he's always been there... which makes sense seeing as he was already friends with Beomgyu.

"UN-" you're attention turns to the two bodies walking through the front door, "-oh."

In comes Minho with a girl you don't recognize hanging off his arm, in their own world as they kick their shoes off and laugh at something she whispers in his ear. Neither seem to notice the big group around the table until the girl gives a little, and uncomfortable, wave. Minho has his arm wrapped around her waist tightly, and you follow his gaze to where Han and Beomgyu sit. On their faces are matching angry stares, Han with his mouth open slightly.

"You're kidding," Beomgyu scoffs. "Tell me you're kidding, Min."

"I forgot you were having a game night," Minho shifts.

"Don't ignore the question." You look at Beomgyu, anxiety crawling up your throat. "Why is she here? And why are you acting so... couple-y?"

Han stands, and you can see his hands are shaking. "You got back together?"

"Oh, come on," the girl speaks for the first time, a look of annoyance on her face. "We always get back together."

"I wasn't talking to you-" Han points a finger at her, then directs it to Minho. "You, explain."

"No," Minho sighs. "I don't think I need to. If you're unhappy with your own love lives, you don't need to project onto me. None of you can say shit about relationships here. You're sneaking around because you're ashamed, and Y/n is only with Soobin because she can't get over her ex. Just to name a few."

You avoid eye contact with Soobin, a pang of hurt in your chest, glaring at Minho.

"I'm not unhappy," you say, feeling Soobin squeeze your hand. "You have no right to comment on my relationships because you're jealous."

Hurt flashes over Minho's face for a millisecond, quickly covered by a stoic expression. "Why would I be jealous? People can change-"

"Like hell, they can." Beomgyu stands now, circling around the table and past the couch to get into his personal space. "You said it yourself you don't believe that! And what about your husband?" He looks the girl in the eye and you hear NingNing gasp; you forgot to tell her. "What does he think of all this?"

"We're divorcing," she answers quietly, looking down at the floor. "He wasn't good for me. Not like you'd understand, or even take the time to try and understand."

Her voice turns watery at the end of the sentence, orange hair shielding her face as she curls into Minho's chest. From the shudder of her body, you can tell she's starting to cry. You almost feel bad for her. Taking in her words, you feel there's more to the story than what you know and what the others are willing to listen to, but you're already to upset to care. Han joins Beomgyu, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Maybe we should leave it alone."

"And maybe he should leave, take his princess back to her tower," Beomgyu spits.

Minho's eyes turn dark, jaw clenching. He's holding back hurtful comments, just barely. After another moment of tense staring, Minho breaks eye contact and leads the girl- his ex- back to the front door. Slipping on his shoes, he helps her with her own when her hands prove to be too shaky to tie the laces. When he leaves the room is completely silent, Beomgyu taking a seat next to Hyunjin on the couch and Han walking away down the hall, the sound of a door slamming following his departure.

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notes -> maybe we were quick to judge his ex...? maybe.......?

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Humans And Mutants - Chapter 9 - Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Title: See No Evil

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Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Jean, Scott, Kurt, Ororo, Charles (Mentioned), Magneto, Mystique (Mentioned), Stryker, some of the children (Mentioned), and Mutant 143 (Mentioned)

WC: 982

Warnings: X-Men canon violence, X-Men canon storyline, brief mention of death/killing, slow burn, and angst

(Sorry, if this series is a bit odd, I made this in 2018)

Ororo and Nightcrawler slowly got up and assisted all the children. “Everybody okay?” Ororo then asked, there were murmurs of ‘yeses.’ “Alright, follow me, and stay close,” She continued.

Meanwhile, Cyclops sat up, shaking off the effects of Dark Cerebro. He looked over to see Jean in the far corner, holding her head. “Jean..?” He asked weakly. She didn’t look up. He stood, walked over and crouched next to her, tenderly holding her hand. “Hey.” He spoke. She squealed and winced, startled. “It’s okay… It’s me.” He continued, calming her down.

She looked up, her eyes were bloodshot, and filled with fear. She held a shaky hand up to his face and caressed it gently. “Scott.”

Scoot frowned, “What happened?”

Jean shut her eyes tight and rubbed them. He helped her up. She seemed disoriented, she held onto him for support. “I… I don’t know.”

Her com device crackled with Ororo’s voice. “Jean, I’ve got the kids.”

Cyclops heard a faint beeping sound. He turned and saw a charge attached to one of the generators. He looked up and saw the rest. “Alright. Meet us in the west corridor. We’re going to get the Professor.” Jean spoke weakly on her device to Ororo.

“Jean…” Cyclopes muttered. He reached towards the charge, it beeped louder and faster, and the clock started to count down faster. He pulled away and it slowed down to its normal speed. “Jean… We have to go.”

“Scott... Something’s wrong.

Cyclops stared at the charge. “I know.”

~~~

Back in Dark Cerebro, Magneto stared at Charles, who was still in his coma-like state from 143. “How does it look from there, Charles? Still fighting the good fight? From here, it doesn’t look like they’re playing by your rules.” Magneto hovered across the middle of the hole. With a wave of Magneto’s hand, the entire machine began to re-configure itself. Ceiling boards, metal braces, tubes, wires, everything. It was a swirl of metal and movement. He stopped and landed on the platform, “Maybe it’s time to play by theirs.” Through the doorway, Mystique smiled as Magneto turned to walk out. “Goodbye, Charles.” 

He then shut the door.

Cerebro slowly started back up again. The throbbing started again, louder this time. Each light signifying the non-mutants of the world, the rest of humanity, were Cerebro’s new targets.

Stryker was about to open the helicopter door, but he hesitated. He heard it, faintly. He stopped and pulled out a small dart gun, and wheeled around. Logan cut the gun from his hand and threw him to the ground. He pulled Stryker close, his nostrils flaring.

“Now, you were about to tell me something…” Logan began with a growl. Then the ground rocked by an explosion. A loud one. The first of the charges detonated, sending the giant generator crashing into the side of the room. Debris and water splashed everywhere. Then the second charge hit. An alarm blared and warning lights flashed. The ground was suddenly rocked by the sound of two more explosions. Still holding Stryker to the ground, he looked to the spillway beside him. Water began to fill the spillway… Preventing the X-Men from going out the way they came. “What did you do?” Logan asked angrily, glaring down at the man. Stryker’s face curled into a smile. 

“Logan, we have to go.” You spoke, beside him, still holding your head.

He looked back to the tunnel. The sound of colossal rushing water could be heard, as could a distant rumbling. He’s torn between his past - Stryker - and his future - the X-Men - who were confined underground. He grabbed a bundle of chains used to secure the helicopter and quickly chained Stryker around one of the legs of the said helicopter.

“Don’t move, we’re not finished.” Logan turned away. He then took your hand and ran back through the tunnel. 

Ororo, the children, and Nightcrawler came around a corner and neared the giant spinning sphere. They watched in awe. All around them, the creaking and shattering of the base could be heard.

“What is this?” Nightcrawler asked, his eyes wide.

“Cerebro.” Ororo replied, horrified. Just then, Cyclops appeared, guiding a staggering Jean. The low, throbbing hum of Dark Cerebro was once again audible. “Jean, I thought you and Magneto stopped it.” Ororo thought.

“He did, but…” Jean said.

Quickly, Jean closed her eyes, focusing. She placed her hand on the door, using her telepathy. You and Logan came running down the hallway, out of breath he reluctantly let go of your hand. “We have to get out of here, now!” He shouted, “There’s a tunnel that goes under the spillway, Stryker has a helicopter there.”

Jean had her hand still pressed against the door, still concentrating. “No… Magneto reversed Cerebro. It’s not targeting mutants anymore.”

“So who's targeting now?” Logan asked.

“Everyone else. The Professor’s still inside. He’s being… Manipulated… By a mutant.” She replied. The system shook by the sound of the dam coming apart. The kids looked worried. Dark Cerebro’s hum got louder. “Kurt.” Jean called.

“Yes?” He replied, ready to help.

She gestured with her hand slightly, “You have to take me in there. Now.”

“Jean…” Cyclops began.

“I told you. It’s too dangerous. If I can’t see where I’m going, I…” Nightcrawler began stuttering out, but Scott interrupted him.

“Jean, no.” Cyclops said.

Jean then turned in your general direction, “Y/N?” 

“I’m sorry, but I can’t.” You muttered, your fingers tingled painfully from your constant mutation usage. “I’m sorry.”

Cyclops stared at Jean closely, and noticed something different about her, the way she’s staring ahead at nothing in particular.

“I have to get in there.” She continued to speak, and - though people couldn’t see - Scott narrowed his eyes.

“Wait a second.” Cyclops said suspiciously. Cyclops grabbed Jean by the shoulder and gazed into her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Ororo asked.

He swallowed, “She’s blind” Cyclops said sorrowfully.

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143 candies

PAIRING: moon junhui x reader GENRE: established relationship, fluff WC: 501 WARNING: reader is having period cramps (no pronouns used), one curse word

"Do you still love me?" Jun asks, stopping you from your endless scrolling. You look up to him in slow motion, wondering if you did something that caused him to ask such a question. Truth is, he just doesn't know how to properly express his love to you. Saying I love you is as easy as blinking, yet he finds himself unsatisfied with his own effort.

It's not like you demand anything from him, though, but that's what sends him on a frenzy; that you never asked him of anything (except kisses when he's in the middle of finishing a game, and he always provides them for you).

"Of course, I still love you, what are you talking about Junnie?" you ask back, walking to where he was sitting. You take the empty spot next to him on the sofa, leaning closer so you can rest your head on his shoulder. In turn, he brings his arm around your waist.

"I don't know, just feeling like I can't show you enough," he said. "I guess I'm just a little bit insecure..." he hesitates a bit, before continuing, "Honestly I don't fucking know."

"Junnie, you always keep spare pads on your car, you carry my bags when we're going out, you buy a reading lamp just for me, you take care of me during my period, you bookmark stuff that you think I would like to see, you send cat pictures and memes every day--"

"That's the bare minimum," he complained.

"No, well, yes, you consider it the bare minimum because you love me, for me it's everything because I love you," you said. "I'm sorry for not appreciating them enough, but those little things... They made me fall in love with you more each day."

"Is that so?" he asks again, voice small.

"Let's not forget when you bought coffee for my whole department, or when you joined me on my overseas trip, or last week when you sent 143 packs of candies..."

"That's a bit overkill, isn't it?" Jun laughs heartily, pressing a kiss on the top of your head. That was during one of your period cycles when you felt cramps and took the day off. He was away for work so he couldn't physically be there. You had told him that you're craving for some candies and the next minute you know, there's a delivery on your door.

"I almost thought you wanted me to have diabetes or something," you smile. It's the fact that he doesn't have to do all that for you, but he chooses to that makes you feel loved. You tried to reassure him that he's done enough, time and time again because he expresses his love in a different way. In a way that amazed you, and never not. He's creative with his declaration of love and you always point it out that makes him shy.

"Thank you, baobei," he said, "I'll continue to think out of the box to make you happy."

a/n. is it time to rewatch exclusive fairytale?

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₊˚⊹⋆🍁⋆⊹ Day 19: 143, I love you! - Lee Felix

(synopsis) 🍂 the first "i love you" ₊⊹

lee felix x fem!reader 🍂 newish relationship 🍂 fluff🍂 petnames, mentions of food, L-word, seungmin in the building (mention of seungmin) 🍂 wc 405

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"lixie! the cocoa powder is spilling everywhere!!" you laugh, clutching your stomach from laughing so much.

you and your boyfriend of 4 months decided to make brownies today and so far, the only thing you have done is spill ingredients and get a bit into the mixing bowl.

"baby don't worry! i'm a pro," felix smiled, pouring in the coffee powder into the bowl.

"sure...and when you and seungmin tried to make pancakes, where was you professionalism? hm?" you tease, poking at his cheek.

"heyyy! that was all his fault!" felix whined, crossing his arms and pouting like a big baby.

"whatever helps you sleep at night!" you smile, turning away to grab the flour.

suddenly, an idea pops into your head and a playful smirk shows up on your face.

you quickly open the bag of flour, careful not to make too much noise and have felix get suspicious of you.

sneaking up from behind him, you grab a handful of flour in one hand, tapping him on the shoulder with your other so he would be facing you.

poof!

a white cloud appeared and you immediately moved back to avoide breathing it in.

felix was standing there, his hair now white with a couple of clumps of flour on his face.

"oooh you're so paying for that one!" he grinned, grabbing a handful of flour as well and launching it towards you.

you let out a small shriek before giggling and dusting off your face.

the two of you were at it for a while, resulting with you both lying on the floor, flour surrounding you guys.

"i love you," felix blurted, his feelings getting the best of him in this moment.

the second the words left his lips, both your and felix's mouths dropped open, eyes widening in shock as well.

"i'm sorry! oh my gosh that was so sudden and i-"

"i love you too," you smile, interrupting him.

"i don't know what came over m- what?" felix stopped his ramble and looked up at you in shcok.

"i. love. you. too." you spell out, chuckling at his expression.

"say it again," he whispers, in love with the way you say it.

"i love you i love you i love you!" you smile, looking him straight in the eyes.

the two of you completely forgot about the pile of flour you were lying in, lost in pure love.

i love you.

whew! another new group!! skz were actually my first loves so it was fun to write abt lix! i hope you enjoyed and if so, likes and reblogs are appreciated!! mwah~

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西村力 as your bf that you bake with ! ⭑ ── wc. 563 ୨ৎ soft drabble ✧ w. fluff , kissing , suggestive touching , pet names

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niki initially came over to bake cookies with you. you'd been begging him for weeks to try out a new recipe you were eyeing, and he finally gave in.

the kitchen is cozy, yet messy. warm lighting spills from the ceiling lamp, flour already dusted across the counter, and the air smells like vanilla extract and cookie dough.

oh, and the sound of niki pecking you every two minutes fills the room.

"okay, now we add the butter.." you mumble, transferring the bowl of melted butter to your bowl of dry ingredients.

you feel a wet kiss land on your neck, and niki's hands are still glued to your waist from behind, fingers gently gripping the skin under your hoodie.

he plants a few more kisses on your neck, turning slightly so he can trail them along your jaw, to your cheek, and eventually, your lips.

"ki, i can't see what 'm—doing!" you whine in between kisses, your view blocked by his messy dark hair.

"my bad, princess," he sarcastically says, faking a pout as he offers to help you whisk the wet and dry ingredients.

"okay, now we can add the chocolate chips!" you cheer, wasting no time tearing open the bag of milky-sweet chocolate chips and dumping them into the mixture.

he tugs you closer by your waist again, his lips pressing sweetly on yours. you give him a playfully annoyed look—one that says stop annoying me but don’t actually stop.

"what, baby? can't kiss my girlfriend anymore?" he teases, hands trailing down from your waist to lightly squeeze the flesh of your ass. he hums into the kiss, and a soft whimper slips from your lips, your hands hooking around his neck.

"at least help me finish this.." you mumble, pulling away. he rolls his eyes dramatically, but still helps you mold the dough into soft circles and line them up on the tray.

he sneaks a few chocolate chips, popping them in his mouth with zero shame. "can't you wait, ki? stop eating them!" you giggle, slapping his arm before placing the cookies in the oven.

"can i have you now?" he sighs, as if his hands hadn’t been on you the entire time. you throw your head back with a laugh, mumbling a fond little "yes."

the entire fifteen minutes waiting for the cookies to bake is spent tangled in each other.

niki has you propped up on the counter, his hands resting on your hips while yours loop around his shoulders. your soft lips move against his plump ones, savouring the sweet taste of his mouth.

ding. the timer goes off, the cookies now ready, but when you try to get down, his large hands hold your hips in place.

"wait angel, want you.." he murmurs, lips crashing into yours again as his hands reach up to thread his fingers through your soft hair.

"riki, do you want the cookies to burn?" you scold, caught off guard by using his full name. he falters for a second before smirking.

"what if i want them to? more time for us to make out," he says smugly. your jaw drops as you slap his chest.

"ki!"

your baking sessions with niki were always your favorite—not just because you got to make something sweet, but because he never could keep his hands off you. and that's what you found sweet.

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☆彡 always and forever chapter 17: i know you

wc: 143 (mostly smau!)

“alright, so today’s plan: we’re heading to an art museum, then to a shopping market. we can all go out for dinner later, too,” you say with excitement, sharing the day’s itinerary after breakfast.

“something about an art museum in the winter... kind of romantic, don’t you think?” you hear sungchan say to sohee as everyone heads out. you glance back at him, noticing how down he still seems. you didn’t get the chance to talk to him yesterday, and it’s starting to worry you. hanging your own head slightly, you wonder if maybe he didn’t want to come on this trip at all.

“are you ok?” sion’s voice snaps you back to the moment, his hand gently tilting your chin up. his eyes are full of concern.

“yeah,” you reply with a small smile, squeezing his hand as you walk. “it’s nothing.”

☆彡 always and forever ☆彡 NEXT ☆彡 BACK

a/n: this chapter's song is i know you by faye webster! bc sohee knows yn!!! how do u guys feel??!!!

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