This Was So Amazing And Cute Loved It!!!

This was so amazing and cute 🥺🥰 loved it!!! 😭

Blossom || M. JH

❀ pairing: crown prince!myung jaehyun x princess!reader, implied fem!reader

❀ genre: royalty!au, arranged marriage!au, fluff, minor angst

❀ word count: ~4.6k

❀ warnings: very minor royalty-typical misogyny (not from jaehyun)

❀ summary: A loveless marriage isn't high on anyone's list of desires, especially yours. However, all it takes is a certain crown prince to show you that duty and desire don't always have to conflict. With a little nurturing, love, too, can blossom.

❀ a/n: The writer’s block was so real for this fic!! Despite that, I do think it turned out pretty well. I hope you guys think so too. As always, likes, replies, and reblogs are encouraged. Happy reading!

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Dreams of your wedding day always consisted of one thing: love. Ever since you were little, you imagined being married to none other than the love of your life. It didn’t matter what dress you were wearing, be it the custom garments of your kingdom or the ornate ceremonial dresses of another, because you would be marrying someone you loved. The cake could be flavorless and bland, and the crown that you wore could be heavy or feather light. None of that mattered. Because you would be in love. 

You were not in love with Crown Prince Myung Jaehyun. And yet, you were set to wed him anyway. 

Your stomach churns as the traditional shell calls of your kingdom go off, their airy whistle signifying the entrance of your guests. As the gilded doors to the throne room open, your breath remains caught in your throat as you lay eyes on the procession of people that enter. First, an older man, dressed in bright gem tones that match the ones in his crown. Then there’s a woman, her yellow and green satin dress flapping behind her in the wind. And finally, a young man. 

You don’t know what you expected the Crown Prince to look like, only having heard stories about how charming and personable he is. But when he enters the room, you are stunned by his appearance. He is breathtaking. 

His charisma bleeds off him in waves, emphasized by the kind smile he wears. It pulls his rounded cheeks upwards, boyish dimples indenting the golden surface. His gaze betrays some of his confidence, however, pupils shaking as they take in the room around him. It is only when he finally arrives at the center of the room, standing proudly next to his parents, that his eyes land on you.  

As a child, some of the aids in the palace used to tell you fantasy stories about what it felt like to be in love. They spoke of fluttering tummies and reddening cheeks, of a smile you’re unable to fight off and a lighter feeling when you’re around them. Looking at Crown Prince Myung Jaehyun gives you one of those four sensations, but by the glimmer in his eye, you’re sure it won’t be long before you check all of them off the list. 

“Welcome to Vyrona,” your father greets. “It is a pleasure to see you again, King Jaeseong, Queen Jirae.”

King Jaeseong grins, bowing his head in greeting. “It’s an honor, Your Majesty. I am delighted to introduce you to my son, Myung Jaehyun, the Crown Prince of Nexdor.”

The man in question bows at the waist, his crown not moving from its perfect position atop his light brown curls. “It’s an honor, Your Majesty.”

When Jaehyun returns to his upright position, his eyes find yours once again, not even bothering to continue to address the man in power. You can’t help but cock an eyebrow at the bold gesture, confused on why the man would choose to focus all of his attention on you instead of the conversation around him. At your silent question, Jaehyun just shoots you a small smirk, still refusing to break eye contact. 

“Well,” your father says, clapping his hands together once. “I am truly excited for the merging of our kingdoms. My daughter, Princess Y/N, is just as excited about the marriage as we are. I hope she is to your satisfaction, Prince Jaehyun.”

“She is breathtaking, Your Majesty. I would be honored to have her as my bride.”

Jaehyun speaks with conviction, words tinged with a hint of awe. It’s as if he genuinely believes what he’s saying, as if he is truly honored to be married to a woman he doesn’t even know. You can’t say that you necessarily agree. 

“Then it is settled,” your father declares. “Y/N will move to Nexdor in one month’s time, and the two of you will be wed in three.”

“That sounds lovely, Your Majesty,” Jaehyun beams. “I am looking forward to having such a gem come join us in Nexdor. I promise I will be nothing short of an amazing husband to your daughter.”

Your father chuckles, “I can tell.”

.         .         .

Lush grasses and sprawling gardens are all you can see as you peer out from your balcony. Nexdor has always been known as the “Green Kingdom”, but you were never able to experience it for yourself until this very moment. It makes sense that Nexdorians always have a lovely tan complexion and full, rounded faces. The sun is strong and the soil is rich, leading to plentiful harvests that never seem to wane. 

The pale color of the sky is dull in comparison to the rich ocean blue that you are used to in Vyrona, making you miss your sandy shores and the permanent sound of crashing waves. The wind doesn’t have a salty smell, but instead carries the mild scent of fresh flowers. Instead of crashing waves and gulls cawing, there are the faint squeals of livestock and the occasional bark of a dog. 

Nexdor seems to be teeming with life in the opposite way that you were used to in your kingdom. But you suppose the two simply exist as opposites, land and sea, sun and moon, meat and fish. You wonder if you and Jaehyun will exist as opposites as well, or if you can find some way to overcome your innate differences for the sake of the marriage. 

“Your highness?” A voice calls, punctuated by a firm rap of knuckles against the wooden doorframe. 

A glance over your shoulder reveals Jaehyun standing there, dressed much more casually than you had priorly seen him. It’s a good look on him, looser, relaxed garments and unkempt curls. He looks youthful and relaxed, undeniably attractive in the confident set of his shoulders and the soft smile he wears. It makes you wonder why rumors always raved about his personality rather than his looks. You guess he just must be that charming. 

“Come in,” you call from the balcony, not bothering to continue to look as the man approaches. 

In your periphery, you can make out the man leaning his forearms on the wooden railing of the balcony. He seems to be taking in the scenery, much like you are, eyes fluttering shut as a warm breeze begins to blow. 

“How are you settling in, Your Highness?”

You scoff. “We are set to be wed in a few months. I don’t think we quite need to refer to each other by title, don’t you agree?”

Jaehyun chuckles, ducking his head so it hangs between his shoulders. When he straightens up, he props his head in his hand, twisting his upper body to face you. You try your best not to stare at the slope of his nose or the plush of his lips, fighting the heat that is rising to your cheeks. 

“I guess you’re right. How are you settling in, Y/N?”

The flutter through your core has you taking a deep breath to steel your nerves. “It has been fine, I suppose. It has only been about an hour, so I can’t say that I have seen much. But it’s beautiful. Your kingdom is beautiful.”

Jaehyun’s smile widens, gaze never once leaving your own. “It surely is.”

There’s a moment of silence as you turn back to take in the scenery, letting the warmth of the sun caress your face. The Crown Prince simply continues to regard you, shameless in the way he scans your face. The undivided attention has anxiety bubbling in your abdomen. Never before had you been on the receiving end of such a stare, not during the numerous balls you had attended or during any royal appearances outside of the palace. 

“Is everything okay?” You ask softly, voice shaking with uncertainty. 

“Do you like flowers?”

The question takes you aback. “I suppose I do.”

“Which is your favorite?”

“I have always been quite fond of azaleas, specifically the bright pink ones. They tend to grow on bushes not too far from the shores of Vyrona.”

Jaehyun just smiles, nodding softly. “That suits you.”

When he finally turns to look out at the landscape, your shoulders sag in relief, no longer the sole object of the prince’s attention. You wonder if he is often like this, wide eyes sparkling as they take in every detail. Do his cheeks always dimple, or is it only when he smiles on certain occasions? Does his mouth always look so plush as it parts to form slow syllables?

“How are you feeling about the marriage?” His voice is softer as he speaks this time. “I mean how do you really feel, not the answer they make you rehearse in etiquette class.”

His request for candor makes you smile. “I don’t quite know, yet. You know, as a young girl, they tell you stories about the glamor of finding a husband and getting married. But I’m not quite sure what to expect anymore.”

“Are you saying I’m not glamorous enough for you, princess?”

You can’t help but giggle as the man places his cheeks in his palms, fluttering his eyelashes repeatedly. There’s something in the tilt of his head and the fanning of his eyelashes that truly is glamorous, but you fear the result of telling him so. Instead, you just roll your eyes playfully. 

“You know what I mean.”

Jaehyun smiles, finally dropping his pose in favor of leaning back against the railing. “I do. But in all fairness, we have only known each other for mere hours. If you give me the chance, I promise I will try to make this life glamorous for you.”

You return his smile, trying not to stare too hard at the way the sun highlights his Cupid’s bow. “I’d expect nothing less.”

.          .          .

Wedding preparations are more strenuous than you could have ever imagined. Dress fittings and pastry tastings prove to be tiresome, while ballroom dance lessons leave your feet sore and aching. You spend hours per day learning about Nexdorian customs and ceremonial practices, all with the expectation of having them memorized in less than two months. 

As exhausting as it is, having Jaehyun by your side makes everything a little easier. 

You grow accustomed to the way he whispers jokes under his breath when the history teacher drones on and on about traditional wedding practices. He busts silly dance moves and makes funny faces during ballroom class, stopping at nothing to simply make you laugh. Everything he does in your presence proves to be for the sake of making you comfortable. 

You hate to admit that it works like a charm, making you smile even when you’re feeling extra homesick. Just thinking about his soft jokes and melodious laugh is enough to bring heat to your cheeks. It’s odd to acknowledge that Jaehyun is simply perfect, and he’s about to be yours. He works hard to prove himself to you everyday, as if his devotion to making you comfortable can be substituted for the lack of love. 

Maybe you can mistake it as such.

When Jaehyun knocks on your door with a picnic basket and a blanket in hand, it’s easy to mistake it as love. When he leads you out to a meadow dotted with purple and yellow flowers with a hand on your waist, it’s easy to mistake it as love. When he tucks a vibrant purple blossom behind your ear, it’s easy to mistake it as love. 

Even now, as soft winds ruffle Jaehyun’s curls as he tilts his head back, facing the sun, you wonder if this could be love. He looks extremely serene with his eyes closed and dimpled cheeks, a soft smile permanently gracing his face. You don’t think you’ve seen him frown once since you have moved into the palace, the man always wide eyed and positive down to his core. 

“You know,” Jaehyun starts, eyes still closed. “You do a lot of staring at me.”

Instantly, you avert your eyes, fighting the heat rising to your cheeks. “Consider it payback for how much you stare at me.”

Jaehyun opens his eyes, shooting you a small smirk. “Well, can you blame me? You’re gorgeous.”

“And you’re quite the flatterer.”

“I hardly think it’s a crime to compliment my fiancé.”

For some reason, the word makes you cringe, harshly gripping the picnic blanket underneath your fingers. It’s hardly the first time you’ve heard him refer to you as such, but it always leaves a stale taste in your mouth. 

“Does it not bother you?” You question. “The fact that we are set to be wed and we have only known each other for mere months?”

Jaehyun sighs. “I think the strength of a connection cannot be determined by the time spent together, don’t you?”

The implication has your heart pounding in your chest. “Are you saying that we have a strong connection?”

For a moment, there is mere silence, only interrupted by the soft rustle of leaves in the wind. Jaehyun seems calm as he begins to lean forward, only stopping mere inches from your face. The close proximity has your breath stuttering in your chest, still not used to Jaehyun’s confidence in displays of affection. 

“I feel it,” Jaehyun murmurs softly, eyes momentarily flicking down to your lips. They return to your eyes just as quickly. “Don’t you?”

A flutter runs through your core as Jaehyun’s tongue darts out to run across his bottom lip. 

“I-I do,” you whisper, breath stuck in your throat. 

With a bright smile, Jaehyun pulls away, forcing you to come back to your senses. 

“Good,” he beams. “Now let’s eat.”

It’s almost as if the man can sense his effect on you, constantly meeting you with fleeting touches and secretive grins in the coming days. After the picnic, he makes a point to surprise you with a random wildflower each day, always tucking it behind your ear as if leaving a garnish on an exquisite dish. His fingers will lightly trace your jaw as they retreat, leaving a path of flames in his wake. 

His touch emboldens you, allowing you to reciprocate his affections bit by bit. As the days pass, you begin to lean into the hands that guide you by the waist. You joke alongside him, feeling free to put on your silliest face and tell your cringiest jokes. 

It begins to feel like a relationship, one that goes beyond the simple pressures of royal duty. Smiles begin to turn purposeful instead of secretive. Knowing glances are exchanged as you both seek each other out in a crowded room. Pulses go from racing at the first glimpse of each other to mellowing out when the other finally makes an appearance. 

In a month’s time, you will be married to Crown Prince Myung Jaehyun. And for the first time in a long time, you start to believe that maybe love will make an appearance at your wedding after all. 

.         .         .

The days when Jaehyun leaves you by your lonesome prove to be the hardest. You understand, of course. He is the Crown Prince with a plethora of obligations to his Kingdom, unable to solely sit back and prepare for the wedding like you do. Ruling comes first, always, even before being a fiancé. 

It’s a particularly gloomy day when an aid informs you that Jaehyun will be in political meetings all day to address a recent conflict at the northern border. With soft rain pelting the windows, you have no other option than to explore the palace. 

Polished wood squeaks under the weight of your slippers as you roam the seemingly endless halls. Every room that you pass seems to serve a different purpose, some being bedrooms while others are studies. You even find yourself in a room lined with portraits of past rulers and their families, each one telling a little bit of the history of Nexdor. Adjacent to the portrait of King Jaeseong and his family lies an empty space, just waiting for the portrait of Jaehyun and his family to fill it. You cringe at the thought of your face permanently plastered here for any wandering eye to see. 

Further down the hall from the portrait room seems to be a series of meeting rooms, each one with a different set up. As you venture down the hall, a half opened door piques your interest. But just as you move to push the door open, a frustrated groan stops you in your tracks. 

“I promise you, Father. I’m not losing focus.” There’s a frustrated edge to Jaehyun’s voice that you have never experienced before. “I know what I need to do to rule my country.”

“Clearly, you don’t!” King Jaeseong booms. “Instead of attending to your duties at Crown Prince, you are too worried about caring for the princess. You cannot let petty feelings get in the way of you ruling this kingdom to the best of your ability.”

“Feelings?” Jaehyun scoffs. “This marriage is purely political, you know that just as well as I do. I don’t even care for her. She is simply set to be my wife for our kingdom’s gain, and that is it.”

Despite King Jaeseong’s reply, the words seem to echo throughout the empty hallway, setting off a ringing in your ears. 

You release a shaky sigh, feeling your heart plummet to the pit of your core. The corners of your eyes begin to sting with the force of incoming tears, forcing you to blink rapidly to keep them at bay. It’s impossible to tune into the rest of the conversation, your mind having shut down after hearing Jaehyun’s comment. With no other choice, you flee back down the hallway, seeking nothing more than the solace of your room. 

What feels like hours pass as you simply stare up at your ceiling, letting your emotions ebb and flow like waves against the shore. As devastated as you are, you can’t help but be upset with yourself more than anything. Jaehyun was right, after all. The marriage is simply political. There is no place for feelings in ruling a kingdom, the fairy tales you were told as a kid being nothing more than just that, tales. 

Yet another part of you aches at the thought of Jaehyun viewing you as a political move. All the jokes and smiles were nothing more than what would be displayed at a public hearing. The fleeting touches and the brushes of fingers against bare skin existed simply to placate a political tide. What has begun to feel like more has been reduced to a political pawn game. 

Your chances at being in love had been squashed. 

So, you began to reciprocate. Gone were the giggles when Jaehyun cracked a joke in history class. Attempts at getting sidetracked during ballroom dance lessons were met with a blank stare. Picnic requests were denied and touches dodged. After all, there are no feelings involved in politics. 

It seems like the change takes a while for Jaehyun to register, meeting your blank stares with concerned gazes and questioning looks. His fingers halt in midair when you flinch away from his touch, clearly still hoping to grasp onto you. Dimpled smiles turn into exaggerated pouts when you deny him time and time again. You would find his reactions cute, if not for the reason this is all happening. 

It’s all political, you remind yourself. 

It isn’t until a few days before the wedding that Jaehyun seems to have had enough. He corners you after a particularly grueling ballroom practice, grabbing you by the hand. His grip is tight enough that you aren’t able to pull away, helplessly following along as he drags you through the palace corridors. 

The two of you end up in the portrait room, with the eyes of all of the past rulers staring down at you. It’s only when you come to a stop that Jaehyun releases his grip from your hand. The man is clearly irritated, cheeks ruddy and eyes glassy. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he had been crying. 

“What is going on?” 

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“Our wedding is in a few days and you have been ignoring me!” Jaehyun sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I just want to know what happened. I thought…I thought—,”

“You thought what?”

“I thought that you were learning to love me! I thought that you were beginning to feel the same way.”

Jaehyun’s exasperation rings loud in the otherwise silent room. His chest heaves with the force of his words, fingers twitching as they seek something to grasp. You can’t help but scoff at his demeanor. 

“Feel the same way? You were the one who said that I’m only going to be your wife for the kingdom’s political gain!” A hot feeling begins to bloom in your chest as you remember the encounter. “I believe your exact words were, ‘I don’t even care for her.’”

Jaehyun’s face falls, eyes glossy. “You heard that?”

“Of course I did,” you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest. “I was walking around the palace and I heard you meeting with your father.”

“You don’t—I meant—just…I promise it’s not what you think!”

“I heard you loud and clear, Jaehyun. You can’t take back your words now.”

“I know, but I promise I didn’t mean that.” Jaehyun sighs. “Can you follow me for a second? Please, I just need to show you something.”

Jaehyun’s hand is shaking as he offers it to you, reaching out with his last shred of hope. His eyes bore holes into you, as if looking at you can keep his tears at bay. It takes a few moments of staring at the hand, taking in its subtle tremor, before you finally exhale, letting your palm meet his. The smile that he shoots you is blinding, forcing you to look away from its power. 

You struggle to keep up as Jaehyun practically runs down the hallways, hair flapping in the wind. It reminds you of a puppy, how overeager he is, and you imagine that if he had a tail, it would be fiercely wagging. Every so often, he looks back, shooting you a smile that has a stampede running through your abdomen. 

With the speed that you two are moving at, you seem to arrive at your destination in no time. Jaehyun’s panting as he leads you to a final door, sunlight flooding your vision as he pushes it open. Trekking down a pair of outdoor steps leaves you along the eastern palace wall, the once empty space now a sight that makes your jaw drop. 

Numerous flower beds and bushes form a maze along the rich soil, some of them still only budding. Even though many of the flowers are not yet in full bloom, it’s easy to tell what they will be. A specific set of hot pink buds on a nearby bush steals your breath away. 

You release Jaehyun’s hand as you walk deeper into the garden, squatting in front of the bush to see if your eyes are deceiving you. It’s hard to be sure as you squint, but when a breeze blows, flooding your senses with an all too familiar fragrance, there’s no mistaking it for anything else. 

“Azaleas?” You breathe. “But how? They don’t grow here. The closest azaleas are in—,”

“Vyrona,” Jaehyun interrupts. “The closest azaleas are a few hundred miles away, but I had some staff travel to uproot some to bring here.”

You’re frozen in place as Jaehyun approaches, utterly breathless. “But why?”

“Because you said they were your favorite.”

As Jaehyun closes the gap between you two, you find yourself blinking back tears. This time, when he attempts to gather your hands in his, you let him, not daring to put up a fight. Slowly, he brings your left hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles before repeating the move with your right hand. 

“Y/N, I wasn’t lying when I said I felt a connection between us. From the day I first saw you, I knew I would do anything for you, and I still will.” Jaehyun lets out a wet chuckle. “You know, if we weren’t already set to be wed I would have proposed to you again, right here in this spot. That’s how much I want to be with you.”

You shake your head, fighting a grimace. “But, your father…”

“I only said what I had to in order to appease him. He is nervous that I’m losing focus of my duties and losing sight of what I need to do for the kingdom. And honestly, he’s right. Because these days, all I can think about is you.”

The feeling is undoubtedly reciprocated, but the words to tell him such remain caught in your throat. All you are able to muster is a questioning hum. 

“You’re constantly on my mind to the point where I feel like a fool. I can’t seem to stop talking about you to anyone who might listen, my father included. Honestly, I have never experienced love before, princess. But to the extent I do, I want to experience it with you.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, trying your best not to get lost in the reflection of you in Jaehyun’s eyes. “I want to experience it with you, too.”

Dimples indent Jaehyun’s cheeks as a relieved smile crosses his face. He uses his grip on your hands to pull you even closer, causing you to stumble into his chest. Both of your hands fall to his chest to stabilize yourself, while his own fall to your waist. This close, you can see the soft shadows that his eyelashes cast on his cheeks and the sharp swell of his Cupid’s bow.

You find yourself thinking the same thing that you thought when you first saw the Prince. He is breathtaking. 

“Jaehyun…” you trail off, watching the way his tongue darts out to trace his bottom lip. 

“Will you let me love you, princess?”

A small nod is all you’re able to get out before a soft pair of lips meet yours. 

Jaehyun kisses the way you would imagine a young prince would, unrestrained and confident. He takes the lead in letting his lips blanket yours, grip tightening around your waist as he draws you in for more. It’s addicting, the way he strikes a balance between giving and taking that leaves you panting when you both pull away. 

“Let’s get married,” Jaehyun breathes out, letting his forehead rest on yours. 

You can’t fight the giggle that bubbles up in your chest. “We already are next week.”

“Oh, right.”

At his sheepish tone, you can’t help but laugh fully, throwing your head back in an unrestrained fit of giggles. The sight proves contagious, as Jaehyun’s laughs begin to harmonize with yours. It’s an addicting sensation, to hear the laughs of your fiancé while the fragrance of your favorite flower fills your nose. 

“Jaehyun,” you whisper after you are able to tame your fit of giggles. “Thanks for making this all feel a little more glamorous.”

Jaehyun just smiles, giving your waist a light squeeze. “You don’t have to thank me. I promise that I’ll do whatever I can to make each day feel more glamorous than the last.”

You nod, feeling the sun warm your lips as you smile softly. 

“I’d expect nothing less.”

.FIN.

Confession Song

Minjae Summary: Minjae puts his feelings for you into a song. WC:503 Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

“Y/n do you think the one I played before or just now is better?” Minjae asked you. However he is only met with silence. He turns his head away from the computer in front of him to find you snoozing away. Leaning on the table with your head lying on your arms. Minjae lets out a little chuckle. He brings one of his hands to your face and brushes away the stray strands of hair. He stares at you adoringly. His heart beating with love. That’s when the idea pops into his head. He turns his attention back to the computer and begins to work on a new song.

After some time Minjae is shaking you awake, with a hand on your shoulder. 

“Y/n you can just go home when you’re tired,” he tells you. 

“I’m not tired,” you mumbled out with your head still resting on your arms. 

“You could at least say that with your eyes open.” Minjae poked your cheek. Your eyes crack open and you sit up from your hunched over position, stretching your arms above your head. 

“So maybe I was a little tired,” you say. Minjae laughs. 

“Come on, I'm done for the night. Let’s get you home.” 

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“I have a song I want you to listen to,” Minjae tells you, guiding you over to the chair and handing you a pair of headphones. 

“Did you already finish the songs you were working on for the album?” you asked. 

“Just listen to it,” he told you, making you slightly confused. Nonetheless you still put the headphones on and pressed play. 

“What do you think?” he questioned once you took the headphones off. 

“I like it. It’s very schoolboy crush, cute” you say with a smile.

“Look at what it’s called.” He motions his head towards the monitor. You leaned closer to look at the name on the file. “Y/n” it read.

“Me? Why would you name a song after…Minjae.” The pieces clicked. The song about having a crush and all the things their crush makes them feel was named after you. 

“I like you,” he confesses. 

“I make you feel like a schoolboy in love?” you say. Minjae chuckles while nodding. 

“You heard it didn’t you?” he said. You stood up from the chair and took Minjae’s hands in yours. 

“I like you too,” you confessed back. 

“Really?” His eyes widened slightly making you laugh. He was so adorable. 

“Yes. Why else would I sleep in your studio when I have a perfectly good bed back home,” you say. Minjae smiles, moving his hands in your hold to lace your fingers together. 

“Where should I take you out on our date then?” he asked. 

“I like your studio,” you state, looking around the small room.

“Huh?”

“I just like spending time with you. It doesn’t matter where,” you elaborated. 

“I like spending time with you too,” he says. Safe to say the two of you had a lot of studio dates in the future.

Shopping trip with Bf!Minjae

some Minjae stuff for everyone cause why not (also so my masterlist can looks less empty)

the way this dude is so fine for no reason whatsoever- anyways hope y'all enjoy,

likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated

personally i think this guy is a very fashionable gent, and he just knows how to put together an iconic look

if you are also a fashionable human, good for you

jk, now he loves his s/o

but to have an s/o that knows how to dress? he's obsessed

y'all would be unstoppable

power couple vibes fr

if you're not a fashionable human however

that's okay because HE is, and he'd be so happy if you were to let him help with your wardrobe

so when you two have some free time

y'all decide to go shopping together for some new clothes

when you're trying on outfits

he is your #1 hype man

pulls out every compliment in the book

when you walk out of the fitting room, mans gives you a standing ovation, cheering and clapping, he'd be a little dramatic with it too just to see you laugh

if you guys are shopping with the rest of the boys, he's definitely getting made fun of for how obssessed he is with you but he does not care

AND if you'd let him

he'd definitely help you put together an outfit

like "that top would look so good with a some white jeans, ill go find you some" or "that dress would go well with some strappy heels, lets go find a pair" yk?

on that note: this is probably dumb and cliche BUT when you're shoe shopping;

he'd definitely help you put on your shoe, especially high heels

like cinderella style

kneeling in front of you, with your foot in his lap and tying you're shoe for you.

do not let this man catch you looking at something you can't buy cause its too expensive,

he will buy it for you, no ifs, ands or buts about it

He'll also buy you things you didn't ask him to, likely without you knowing too, cause he knows you might try and put them back

pays for his and your lunch, does not wanna hear that you can pay for yourself

gives you the most lethal side eye, if you even dare to try and pay for anything

he knows you can pay for things yourself, but like; why would you even want to when he's right there to do it for you? it doesn't make sense

anyways when y'all are done for the day he'll take you home

will gladly make a stop at the convenience store if you ask him to

even if you don't ask, he's going anyways (bro needs his ramen)

carrys your ALL shopping bags inside for you

don't try to take some from him, he'll fight you

later on when you're going through your shopping haul and packing your new items away into your closet you find the beautiful necklace he caught you eyeing at the mall.

you're his princess fr.

My bae 🥺

i think he’s cute

boynextdoor when you ask them to break up

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spiderwoo as your boyfriend ♡

written by blumisiu.

❀ 2.8k words. spiderman!riwoo x afab!reader. fluff and nsfw headcanons. !! 18+ mdni !! fancy a different story? જ⁀➴ the library is this way!

❀ authors note — posted two works yesterday and today i’m posting this and working on something for sungho. i’m on a roll!!! i actually love spiderman riwoo so much…literally my baby. :( btw!! i have a taglist form now so if you wanna be tagged in future works you can fill that out <3 again, there’s an nsfw section at the end, so please, MDNI! hope you enjoy my fairies ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ♡︎

౨ৎ he’s your bestie! you two were very close friends before you started dating, so being vulnerable with one another was as easy as breathing. you’d already known pretty much everything about him and vice versa. riwoo is still the first person you go to when you’re feeling upset or confused or angry, or even when there’s a problem you need help figuring out!

౨ৎ he’s very attentive <3 is the most wonderful listener because of that. will lean in towards you whenever you’re talking to him (doesn’t even realise it), and he’ll nod his head encouragingly. values your opinions and thoughts so much!

౨ৎ loves having deep conversations with you. it sounds cheesy, but it’s so true. being a superhero and having fought aliens and literally having been to space…that kinda results in observing a lot about the world and being curious about it. his favourite thing to do is talk your ear off about physics and astronomy and any new scientific discoveries (he’s definitely subscribed to a newsletter lol).

౨ৎ the day he asked you to be his, he’d bought a little notebook, and ever since then he’s written down all your favourite things in it. songs, movies, tv shows, colours, food, anything!! he’ll even write down books you mentioned you wanted to read or pretty dresses you saw while window shopping and wanted to go back for. anytime say something along the lines of “i want …. when i’m older” or “it’s my dream to…” his eyes go so wide and his fingers start itching for his pen. the first moment he gets away from you, he’s whipped out that notebook so fast and is scribbling down everything you said. he wants to be the one to make all your dreams come true <3

౨ৎ museum and planetarium dates! his absolute favourite. riwoo has probably dragged you to every museum (art, science, natural history, every kind!) and planetarium in the city at least twice. will excitedly point out any really cool things to you; his eyes sparkle sooo much, it’s the most endearing thing ever. always ends up pulling you away into whatever dim, quiet corner he can find to kiss you silly <3 

౨ৎ he still gets so nervous around you, bless him. :( when you compliment him, praise him, or are extra touchy with him he gets so flustered and starts stumbling over his words. sweats profusely and freaks out internally. he just loves you, like so so much, and it’s still unreal to him that you’re with him. reminds himself every day how incredibly lucky he is to have you. makes sure you know this! “i’m the luckiest person in the world to have you” “can’t believe i get to call you mine. i love you so much, pretty girl” <3

౨ৎ such a loving, gentle boy. he takes the best care of you. are you sick? don’t even worry about it. he’s by your side with medicine and food and your favourite things to make you feel better. feeling sad? spideywoo is there to save the day! let’s you cry in his arms and then kisses away your tears. let’s you pour your heart out to him, and you feel so comfortable doing so because you know he’ll keep it safe with him. is very emotionally intelligent and gives the best advice to you. if you’re feeling extra stagnant and upset, he will swing you to the top of his favourite building to get away from the stressful bustle of the city. sits with you in peaceful silence while you rest your head on his shoulder, admiring the skyline <3

౨ৎ he’s a meme king in my mind, a thousand percent. literally the mayor of mew york city. always saying “what the sigma” and says it in such a way that you wonder if it’s ironic or not… it’s not. sort of? absolutely asks “have you been mewing lately?” and says “skibidi toilet rizz” at least ten times a day. if you’re wearing leggings, or any tight fitting pants for that matter, be wary cause you’ll be hearing “i GYATT something in my eye” the entire day. one of his only flaws…but he’s usually never serious about it so you decide to roll with it lol. you two have a shared photo album of memes that he updates 24/7, he needs you to be in the loop!!

౨ৎ he loves listening to music whenever he’s riding the subway, and if you happen to be joining him that day, he will give you his other earbud so you can listen to music together (yes, he cleans it before. has alcohol disinfecting wipes in his backpack for this exact reason). the first time you asked what he was listening to he blushed so hard cause it was a playlist he made filled with songs that reminded him of you… you just laughed and kissed his cheek <3 before the journey starts he’ll queue up some songs and then you pick out the rest. sometimes, if you’re both in the mood, you’ll listen to a science podcast!

౨ৎ he’s a doodler in my head! and his favourite thing to doodle is…you guessed it, you! (and the stars). all his sketchbooks are filled with doodles of all different parts of you…your eyes, the way your hair fell on a certain day, your lips, your side-profile, the curves of your body, your birth marks and freckles and moles if you have them…he’s completely enamoured with you. he loves to draw on you as well. has a ton of  body-safe markers so he can doodle all over you. you’re more than willing to let him because he’s a great artist and creates the prettiest drawings! his favourite place to draw on you is your stomach and your boobs lol. draws a bunch of planets and stars and galaxies. once he’s finished, he connects all the stars to make a constellation (or a few!) <3 

౨ৎ he tells you all about his adventures as spiderman! if he’s out and about at night, he’ll swing by your place (literally) and bang on your window. it scares the shit out of you every single time. you always slide open the window as quickly as possible because he’ll already be talking and he gets so caught up in the story, if you ask him stop start over he’ll lose his flow. “you wouldn’t believe the guy i fought today!” “you should’ve seen me, y/n, i totally kicked his ass” “i should wear a go-pro on my head one day so i can record everything. you gotta see me in action” you always tell him how proud you are of him and how amazing he is <3 

౨ৎ being a hero comes with its downfalls, of course, and many days he’s so tired and every inch of his body is aching. will come to you all bloody and bruised with droopy eyelids. mumbles something like “please take care of me” and “i just need to lay down with you, please. i’m so tired” and you’re always, without fail, cleaning up the cuts on his face, giving him a warm bath, and putting him in fresh pyjamas. you take him to your bed and tuck him in all snug. you cuddle up to him real close and plant the lightest of kisses on his injured spots <3 

౨ৎ he takes you on the most romantic rooftop dates, sigh. will tell you to be ready at a certain time and sure enough, when the clock strikes, he’s at your window ready to go. let’s you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck and then he swings you up and away! when you get there, he’s usually got everything set up already. a blanket, your favourite snacks and/or take-out, fake candles (cause he’s clumsy), and his radio is playing the songs from his playlist for you. on clear nights, he brings his telescope with him so you can look at the stars together! when the sun sets and the moon is out, he loves to drag you up from your comfy spot on the blanket and make you dance with him. spins you and twirls you around and dips you like those couples do in old films and kisses you so deeply <3 

౨ৎ whenever he kisses you, his hands are always tangled in your hair. he usually has one resting on the nape of your neck and he always takes a piece of your hair and twirls it around his finger and gives it a little tug <3 he’s just cute like that, idk!

౨ৎ spideywoo is such an amazing boyfriend. :( always putting your needs first and caring for you in every way he can. you are so so important to him, if he ever lost you, he genuinely feels like part of him would die and the world would actually stop spinning. treasures you and cherishes every single moment you two have together, no matter how small. he dreams of you two growing old together and only hopes that you’ll stay with him for that long <3

nsfw part — not super detailed because i’ve never written smut before lolz. ⤶ GUYS I CANNOT BELIEVE I WROTE THIS IN THE DOC 😭 i actually started writing and then got a bit carried away. it’s definitely a bit detailed lmfao. i don’t know what got into me. still is my first time writing smut, so, it might be really bad!

౨ৎ loves making out. like. so. much. sure, he adores giving you little pecks on your forehead, and kissing the back of your hand, but for him, nothing comes close to his tongue intertwined with yours. making out before sleepy time > it’s the quiet and warmth that gets to him. he feels so content and safe and in love with you, physically has to show it. his lips are so soft and plush they fit so snugly against yours. :( he starts out by giving you a few pecks, which then turn into longer, slower kisses, and then he’s sliding his tongue into your mouth, desperately searching for yours. it gets heated really fast. it’s messy and there's a lot of saliva and your teeth sometimes clash but it’s so hot — it’s like open-mouthed, tongues out, eating each other's faces off basically. moans and whimpers into your mouth!!!! they’re so soft and sweet <3 his body is pressed so close to yours sometimes you have trouble breathing lol. bites your bottom lip the tiniest bit every few moments. pulls your hair a lot!!!! and uses one hand to hold the side your neck…. presses hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and spends too long sucking on your sweet spot. he loves to bite and give hickeys to your collarbone, probably his favourite place to mark you <3 gets turned on all over again when he sees them on you the next morning.

౨ৎ oh my gosh his pretty hands…yes please. he might innocently use them to trace shapes all over your skin but he has no trouble taking it further, which usually happens often. he’ll be tracing relaxing circles along your collarbone and your chest, and then suddenly, he’s dragging his fingers up neck inch by inch, then tracing the shape of your lips delicately. “open for me, love” then he’ll slip two pretty fingers in your mouth. gets so horny seeing you suck on them…makes sure to tell you so. “i get so hard when you do that, y’know?” “you look so pretty when you suck on them…wanna feel your lips around my cock next”. pulls his fingers out so painfully slow. watches the string of saliva connecting them to your lips stretch then licks it up and basically sticks his tongue down your throat lolz.

౨ৎ such a blushy, stuttering mess when you make him feel good!! :(  sit on his lap when he plays video games or when he’s trying to study and grind on him… he’s a goner. his voice goes all raspy and he pleads for you to keep going. he doesn’t even try to protest, just lets you use him to pleasure yourself. he loves seeing his sweet princess feel so good <3 sooo whiny before he cums gosh…his voice goes all high but it’s still raspy…when you suck his cock, he gets even whinier. his hands are all tangled in your hair, he’s breathing so heavy, completely drenched in sweat, his cheeks are all red, his hair is sticking to his forehead and he’s moaning out your name over and over again. “please, y/n, i wanna cum. yeah, j-j-just like that. mmm feels so good. gonna cum just for you, pretty girl” cums so quickly and hard… he gets embarrassed by it but you tell him its more than alright and give him a sweet kiss on the cheek <3 

౨ৎ is obsessed with your boobs… to the point where it's actually a problem. somehow his hands always find a way to caress them. you could be eating dinner at the table and he’ll just … grab a hold of your boob. he just loves how soft and squishy they are!! like little stressballs lol. it calms him down a lot. he is so in love with sucking on them too. doesn’t really beg you with words, but he gets a certain look in his eye and they sort of gloss over, and he’ll be pawing at your shirt and that’s how you know he wants to put his mouth on them. gets too lazy to take off your shirt most times, so he just puts his head under there and unclasps your bra (if you’re wearing one) and stays there for a while :( loves doing this before bed!!! makes him so sleepy. he takes so much pleasure in watching you get all hot and blushy when he swirls his tongue around your nipple or even drags his teeth along it…  (almost just drooled yikes)

౨ৎ MUNCH! eats you for breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert. such a lovesick boy :( he can get really horny in public but he tries his best to contain himself, since he’s really quite shy and awkward, he doesn’t like being so bold like that (yet). so usually when he’s kissing your neck non-stop and his hands are all over your thighs… that’s when you know he needs to eat you out, like bad. so you drag him to either of your places, whichever is closest, and as soon as the door closes he’s got one hand down your panties drenching them in your slick. “so wet for me, love. i need to taste you so bad” he whispers in your ear.. kinda a freak…likes to pull his fingers out of you and make you lick them… then he licks them too and does it all over again.

౨ৎ he’s on his knees with one of your legs propped up on his shoulders in a split second, absolutely devouring you. licks up and down your folds sooo good. he knows exactly when to suck on your clit and stick his tongue inside of you, pushing it in and out languidly. he’s genuinely eaten you out in every spot at his place. his favourite is probably when you’re on the couch with your legs spread open just for him <3 and he’s on his knees using his tongue to pleasure you like his life depends on it and his hands are making little bruises on your thighs from how tight his grip his (don’t worry, he’ll put ice on them later and give you lots of cuddles and kisses as an apology <3)

౨ৎ he likes to take his time with you, too, though. will set up candles (again, the fake ones since he’s clumsy) and line your bed with rose petals and dim the lights… maybe even have some slow music playing. he’ll lay you down so gently, kiss you everywhere like it’s the last time. :( you can feel his hunger and desperation in every one of them. trails his open mouth down your stomach, his tongue licking you all the way down. stops right before your heat just to tease you. kisses and sucks on your inner thighs, he gets so turned on just thinking about the marks that’ll be there in the morning. makes out with your cunt so earnestly. like if he didn’t, he’d actually pass away. will be between your legs for at least a good hour or two, sucking on your clit and putting his tongue in you, before going harder. will put his pretty fingers (keeps any rings he’s wearing on <3) inside of you to make you feel extra good.. they stretch you out so nice. moans so much into your pussy…it’s non-stop. and the vibrations always send you over the edge. begs for you to cum in his mouth. “please, baby, cum in my mouth. need it so bad. wanna taste all of you”. when you’re screaming out his name he knows your close and makes sure to keep his mouth wide open. licks whatever dripped out of his mouth and drinks up whatever remains on you <3

౨ৎ SIT ON HIS FACE!! YEEAAAASSS!! SIT AWN ITTT!! his gorgeous nose? what do you think it’s for!! you’ll be making out with him and suddenly, your lips aren’t enough for him to taste. he needs to feel your pussy on his mouth immediately. literally rips your panties off and drags you into position and forces you down onto his face. don’t even think about your thighs suffocating him. it’s not a problem for him. he wants it. he’ll look up at you so drunk in love, eyes glittering and sparkling as you grind on his face. he’ll also have one hand gripping the curve of your waist and the other…his fingers will go between massaging one of your boobs and being in your mouth <3

— HELPPP I’M KINDA EMBARRASSED POSTING THE NSFW BIT. i don’t know if it’s written well so feedback is much, much appreciated, as are any tips! <3 reading it back over made me blush sm though like…. guys i need spiderman riwoo so bad. anyways, i hope you all enjoyed it 💘💘

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