I Had Wayyy Too Much Fun Changing My Blog Appearance

I had wayyy too much fun changing my blog appearance

squish

pairing: non-idol!hoshi x gn!reader

prompt: some thoughts :)

word count: ~0.6k

warnings: reader has chubby cheeks!! aside from that: n/a, just fluff + intentional lowercase & no proofreading

daisy’s notes: squishy

soonyoung liked your face.

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21 and 30 + jeongwoo if you’re doing it for treasure too pls!

cologne

pairing: non-idol!jeongwoo x gn!reader

word count: 0.5k~

warnings: young love ykno. softie hours.

daisy’s notes: short sweet innocent fic bc i rarely write for jeongwoo (n treasure in general) but also pls know i’ll likely be very selective from now on with maknae line reqs!! thank you <3

jeongwoo wanted to be a good boyfriend to you. that much was apparent in pretty much everything he did, and he had even promised you that he’d try to be one when he confessed to you outside of school.

despite the budding relationship between the two of you, you weren’t too sure things changed all that much. sure, the two of you went out together more--for ice cream or to the arcade or to cafes--because you went on dates, but outside of that? what else had changed? he held your hand more, maybe, and he sometimes nervously pressed a little kiss onto your cheek (he was so cute about it, always asking first), but jeongwoo still felt like the good friend to you he always had been. he’d only kissed you once over the two months the two of you had been dating (which, frankly, was also kind of cute).

you’d wondered if he was repulsed by you at first. then he told you he was nervous because he wanted to make your first kiss together a good experience--he didn’t want to just plant one on you. you grew to love him a lot more with that, to be honest.

but the two of you still walked home together--usually to your place, because there was a convenience store close to it that jeongwoo liked to frequent with you. the two of you would get snacks together and go to your place to study together, because he liked it when you’d explain things to him sometimes (he’d never admit it, but he sometimes asked questions he already knew the answer to just to hear your voice).

he reached over, taking your hand as the two of you grew closer to your house with every step. and then he realized something: you smelled... similar to him?

“hey, um...” he squeezed your hand. “...why do you smell like me?”

you looked up, caught off-guard by the question. “i don’t?”

“you do!” he frowned. “you smell like the cologne i’ve been wearing...”

at first, you said nothing, just staring at him in confusion. then he saw something light up in your eyes as you let out a quiet “oh!” before averting your gaze. “i bought a new body spray that i really liked... i guess it kinda reminded me of you. i couldn’t actually figure out why i liked it so much. i’ll find a different one--”

wait. he felt his heart skip a beat. “you liked it because it’s similar to mine?”

you nodded shyly.

“oh. then... we match,” he said quietly. “it’s cute, actually...” he’d been wanting to take a little leap. so he decided to as the two of you continued your walk home, jeongwoo swinging your linked hands as you walked: “i love you.”

you just gave him a cheeky grin. “i know.”

and he pouted at that, watching you fall out of step with him as you’re ahead now. “you have to say it back!” he whined. “that’s not fair!”

you turned to face him entirely. “i love you, too,” you giggled. “you should have known that already.”

and maybe he did. but he liked hearing you say it anyway.

42 mingyu 🫶

trouble

pairing: non-idol!mingyu x gn!reader

word count: ~0.5k

warnings: food mention (cookies). reader causing problems on purpose >:3c and gyu being in love with them despite it. intentional lowercase, no proofreading.

daisy’s notes: tfw when u have a vernon fic w a similar premise and also the title u were gonna use for this. pain </3

there was a downside to baking with you, in mingyu’s eyes.

there were a lot of good things, too: he got to spend time with you, for one. he was usually a little busy with work, so any time he was able to cook meals with you or be able to sit back and bake sweet things (none as sweet as you, in his opinion, but the two of you could make them come close) was automatically pretty good in his book. you always called him chef, too. it was cute to hear you give him that cheesy smile and a “yes, chef!” when he asked you to do something (and he’d always kiss that smile when given the chance). and, perhaps most obviously, the two of you always made something delicious with your combined efforts.

that downside was exclusive to baking: you always would try to sneak cookie dough when you thought he wasn’t looking. mingyu was always looking, especially after you made yourself sick from the raw eggs three times before. he’d always be there to nurse you back to health, sure, but...

“stop eating the raw dough.” mingyu didn’t even have to look up. this batch of chocolate chip cookies were for vernon, not the two of you. poor guy was going through a rough patch with work and seungkwan had reached up to ask if mingyu could make him something sweet. even if it was for the two of you, he’d be stopping you.

“i’m just taste-testing it.”

mingyu had been busy searching for the parchment paper, and he felt his fingers brush against the container. thank fuck. he was about to send you out to get more if there wasn’t any. “for the third time.”

“gyuuu...”

“i mean it,” he pointed at you, but his smile gave away everything. as much as he wanted to scold you to stop eating it, his love for you was too strong for him to actually be mad. “i’ll tell seungkwan and he’ll scold you.”

“oh no,” you said, voice dripping with sarcasm, “i’m so scared.”

“stop eating the dough!” he called out as he watched you go to dip a spoon into it once more.

“make me,” you stuck your tongue out at him before turning back to the bowl of dough.

he dropped the parchment paper onto the counter, already crossing back over to you. with ease, he turned you to face him, hands resting at your hips. he kissed you hard, almost smiling when he felt you smile into it. you pulled him in by the loops of his jeans, completely smug in getting what you wanted.

the oven beeped behind the two of you, and mingyu pulled away. he held your face in his hands, smiling at you with that soft, tender look in his eyes. “are you going to stop?”

and you just smiled back, giggling your little “maaaaybe.”

you were a mess sometimes... but at least you were his mess.

11 Scoups pretty please 🥺💕

reprieve

pairing: non-idol!s.coups x gn!reader

word count: 0.4k~

warnings: slightly tired n stressed cheol from work, but nothing more than him collapsing onto reader because this man needs cuddles or he’ll die. intentional lowercase, no proofreading.

daisy’s notes: wow... a request that can make me regret making these because (sobbing noises) i love him... i am weak... my heart... i love him SO much...

seungcheol, despite not living with you, always entered your apartment with a “i’m home!”

in all honesty, it was cute. he always had this happy twinkle in his eyes whenever he walked in, and he always made a point of coming over and giving you a quick kiss on the lips.he always would smile against your lips before asking about your day, continuing to act as though he lived with you already because of how well he knew your apartment’s layout. he knew where you kept his favorite snacks, which cabinet held mugs on the top shelf, which jar held the sugar: little things that came with being over at your apartment enough.

yet he didn’t say it one day. you looked up from your couch, laptop balanced in your lap, and watched him call out it was him (as if anyone else knew the code to your apartment and entered as they pleased--but seungcheol, in your word, had boyfriend privilege where he could show up uninvited unless you told him ahead of time not to). you watched him set his bag down, already shrugging off his jacket as he made his way toward your bedroom to get changed into the clothes you kept there for him.

and when he came back, you moved your laptop out of the way so that he could collapse into your arms as he wanted to.

“i’m home,” he mumbled, laying his head on your chest. he shut his eyes, much more at peace than he had been minutes ago.

“are you gonna start paying rent, cheollie?” you teased, running your fingers through his hair. it was what you always said. he even cracked a small smile at it, but he didn’t move to look at you--merely leaning further into your touch. “you don’t even live here yet.”

“that’s not what i meant. i mean i’m home now,” he said, arms wrapping around you. “you’re my home.”

he said it so casually you almost couldn’t believe what you heard. yet he snuggled into you a little more, completely content now that he was in your arms. seungcheol was affectionate, yes, but he always seemed to be more-so whenever he was tired or had a rough day. and in your arms, he already seemed to be becoming putty at your mere attention towards him.

“cheol...” you craned your neck so that you could plant a kiss onto the top of his head. “you’re my home, too.” move in with me stayed on the back of your tongue. it was a request for later, when seungcheol wasn’t exhausted and still slightly tense from his work day. if not your place, then his. or another--the location didn’t matter.

seungcheol was your home, and you were his.

please write more mingyu x chubby reader 🥹

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dress

pairing: non-idol!mingyu x chubby!fem!reader

word count: 1.3k~

warnings: no proofreading at all. reader is wearing a dress. wedding talk (as guests). talk of past insecurity regarding clothes shopping as a plus size woman. gyu simping for reader but what else is new. implications of sex in one small comment about one of the dresses reader tried on. also me throwing a lil bit of my opinions into the mix but thats normal in chubby reader fics.

daisy’s notes: need me a freak like gyu tbh. excuse the bad title im tired.

You've decided that Mingyu is the worst person in the world to go shopping with.

You had needed to pick up something new for a wedding the two of you had been invited to--one of your friends had invited you to her wedding. For whatever reason, the couple had asked that all of you stick to greens and blues in order to fit in with the theme they had--down to showing you the exact shades to stick to. It might have felt like a little much but, hey, not your wedding and you still wanted to go. You were fine with finding something not too expensive that could double as a dress for other occasions. Mingyu already had his outfit figured out, and he had kept mentioning that he was always happy to go shopping with you since you always wanted an extra pair of eyes. It was hard to turn him down when he gave you puppy dog eyes, even though you knew how shopping was going to go.

Every single thing you wore, you were met with a "You look beautiful. Do you like it?" even when you already hated the dress. Mingyu knew that shopping was frustrating sometimes, sure, but you sometimes wished he'd maybe hold back on defaulting to a very genuine compliment (his eyes lit up every single time you'd walk out and he'd get that cute, bashful smile that he reserved just for you).

"Gyu," you said, "Baby. We've talked about this."

"You do!" He said, arms folded across his chest. He had stopped sitting up completely straight after dress number six, but he quickly adjusted his posture. "You always look beautiful and you should know that."

You drew closer to him, taking his face into your hands, "Okayy.... But consider the fact that I really, really wanna pick a dress and go home, and it's hard to pick one when you keep telling me I look pretty."

"Then stop being so pretty," he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Do you want me to be serious?"

You smiled at him, brushing his hair from his eyes. "It'd help."

"Have they all fit well?" He stayed right where he was, still looking up at you adoringly. "Have you felt uncomfortable in any of them?"

You could immediately eliminate a few right offhand. The first had been strapless and, despite Mingyu's insistence you could pull it off (you held the sneaking suspicion that was what he would want to do by the end of the night), you'd felt a little too... exposed for your own liking. Plus, it had clung to your curves a little too snug. All the reasons you thought Mingyu liked it (although, then again, he liked you when you were dressed in pajamas and curled up happily next to him--so it really wasn't the dress), you had admittedly felt uncomfortable. The only reason you picked the damn thing was because it matched one of the colors and it looked a little less risque before you tried it on.

"I can see you thinking," he teased. "What about this one?" He drew his hands back so that they were resting at your waist, right where the skirt of this dress flared out. It barely brushed your knees. "You look pretty in this one, too, but you always said you hate this stuff--" He ran his fingers lightly over the ruching around the stomach, "because it's what they always say hides your stomach. Like you should be ashamed of it, right?"

You almost teased him about how you didn't know he listened to you when you were watching those wedding dress shows, but you knew he did. "I mean, it's pretty," you turned away from him to look toward one of the mirrors. "I don't mind it that much, really," you frowned at your reflection. "I just think that if someone likes ruching, they should like it for the look--not because it changes your body."

"And?" He draped an arm over the back of the chair. "What about this one?"

"Not the one," you settled on, following your gut. "I don't like the dangle-y flower things anyway," you said, toying with the off-the-shoulder sleeves. "I don't think it fits the vibe she was going for anyway. It's too... fairy princess-y," you shrugged. "She kinda wants it to look mature."

He nodded. "Okay... What about the fourth one you tried on?"

You started to wrack your brain for which one that was. Seven dresses in--more than you expected, to be sure--and you swore some of them blended together in a way.

Mingyu could see it wasn't ringing any bells immediately. "The one with the..." He gestured toward his own chest, trying to mime out overlapping fabric. "Go try it on again?"

You nodded, already heading back into your designated fitting room. You took a deep breath before changing out, always feeling a little off. Growing up bigger meant that dressing rooms carried a lot more weight you ever wanted to admit. Too many times of crying because things didn't fit your body the way they did mannequins, or even your damn peers sometimes: like you should be ashamed of it instead of realizing how bullshit that is. The easy answer everyone was happy to spew was to just "lose the weight," but even if you did--you still needed something to wear. Why should you have to lose weight to fit into something that you wanted to wear then and there? Especially with how quickly fashion trends changed--both as an adult and especially as a teenager. Teenagers were relentless with that type of shit. It took a while to get comfortable in your own body, to find things that made you feel pretty, but the process of buying would always dredge those feelings up too easily.

Maybe that was why Mingyu always liked coming with you even if he'd only tell you how beautiful you were to him. He knew how hard it could be to buy things sometimes. Having your own personal hype man helped make it a little easier.

You stepped back out after you had changed into the dress again, giving a little twirl as you did so. You had liked this one, after all: it was comfortable and you didn't feel like you stood out too much when you wore it. For a wedding, that was really the point: but you still felt pretty enough to wear it in the future for dates.

"Well?"

You turned back to Mingyu. "It matches the color and the look she wants..."

"And? How do you feel in it?" He crossed his arms. "You always look pretty, but are you comfortable in it?"

You turned to face yourself in the mirror, calling over your shoulder for Mingyu to come over. He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around you immediately before pressing a kiss against your temple.

He waited a moment longer for you to say something. "Well?"

"I think it's perfect," you hummed, resting your hands at your hips. "I just like seeing you next to me. Reminds me which one of us is the hotter one."

He placed his hands over your own, squeezing them lightly. "Then you should go get changed--"

His hands had slipped, dipping forward into a space of the dress you hadn't even checked, immediately making you light up with realization. The damn thing had pockets.

"This is the one," Mingyu said before you could, knowing you too damn well at this point, pulling his hands out of your pockets. "Okay? This is the one."

You laughed at how he knew exactly what you were about to say and pulled him in for a quick kiss before taking a step back. You liked to watch his face before you left. No matter what dress you had on, Mingyu always looked at you like you were the one who had placed the stars in the sky, and that was the real reason you liked bringing him along in the end.