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defending self inserts and oc x canons with my LIFE because i have seen firsthand how vile and nasty people treat them for just having fun and minding their own business

how i feel rn with how many fics i have going and that are probably gonna be unfinished x_x

crimson white snow

content: seongjoong x gn! reader, angst, soulmate au, hanahaki au. warnings: profanities, descriptions of throwing up, mention of blood.

summary: when your best friends are each other’s soulmates, how do you tell them that your red string is tied to both of their pinkies?

word count: 4.3k words

note: this initial idea came to me in 2021 and i let it collecting dust until a few days ago lol. i hope you guys enjoy this one!

in a friendship– a trio, specifically, you believed that each person represented either the sun, moon, or stars.

in your case, seonghwa was the sun, hongjoong was the moon, and you were the stars. the three, inseparable friends who loved each other more than anyone else to ever breathe on earth.

but when they all turned sixteen and were blessed with the gift of the sight of their red strings, everything changed.

when seonghwa looked down at his ring finger, candles blown out, he found the red string to be very much shorter than he expected. as his eyes trailed down the string, he looked up at hongjoong, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes.

that’s when you all knew.

hongjoong’s birthday came around, and the sight of his red string connected to seonghwa relieved him. there was a sort of euphoria and satisfaction that filled them both. unspoken feelings that had blossomed into something more were now affirmed by the universe itself.

you, of course, were elated. the two boys you’d considered your best friends for years were soulmates. their souls were intertwined, bound to love each other for eternity. the twinge of jealousy in your heart was quickly ignored as you celebrated their love, congratulating the two.

most, would call it fate.

but your birthday confirmed that whatever god there was had made a mistake. a very horribly, big mistake.

it was snowing.

you remember because hongjoong was flushed when he came in your room. he only turned red– both cheeks and ears, when he was embarrassed or cold.

he sighed, promptly making himself at home. laying on your shoulder, the warmth of his breath tickled your ear. you shivered, your grip on his hand tightening promptly. he didn’t mind. hongjoong liked holding your hands strangely enough.

“i know it’s your birthday,” hongjoong mumbled, snuggling against you. “but you’ll indulge me for a bit, yeah?” he asks as you chuckle.

“of course, joong. anything for you.”

the boy hums in satisfaction, letting out a soft sigh. he shuts his eyes, mumbling about how seonghwa was late because he got delayed at his club, or something along those lines.

you hum in acknowledgement, knowing that your other friend was definitely getting you a cake. you’d overheard the two discussing it a week prior.

the soft footsteps that grew closer alerted you of seonghwa’s arrival. it was funny– while hwa was indeed very quiet, the sound of his socks against your wooden floor was unmistakable.

hongjoong yawned, sitting up. the soft knock you anticipated came as you chuckled. “come in, hwa.”

the sight of seonghwa pouting as he entered made you laugh even harder. “how’d you know it was me?” he asked, carefully balancing the cake box as he closed the door. “it was joong, wasn’t it?”

“hey man, i didn’t say anything,” he raised his hands, proclaiming his innocence.

“you both aren’t that slick, you know,” you mumble, rolling your eyes. seonghwa laughs at your reaction, putting a smile on your face.

“humour us, sweetheart?”

you pretend to contemplate, humming as joong cackled beside you. “hmm, i’ll cut you both some slack,” you announce. hwa rolls his eyes, but the grin on his face speaks volumes.

turning your attention to the box, you watch as seonghwa opens it, taking out the most beautiful cake you had ever seen. “oh my god,” you marvelled at the sight of it.

the heart-shaped cake was pure white, similar to the snow that fluttered down outside. the crimson red icing that decorated he cake made you smile. it was a beautiful cake, an image that would be etched into your memory forever.

“this is beautiful, seonghwa,” you whisper, glancing up at him. “thank you.”

he smiles back, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “anything for you sweetheart. we know how much you’ve been waiting for this day.”

you sat in front of your cake, hongjoong and seonghwa across you with the biggest smiles on their face. blowing the candles out, you look down at your hands, filled with excitement. finally, it was your turn to find out who your soulmate was. however, when you look down, you are stunned.

to your complete and utter horror, you see two strings tied around each of your pinkies.

eyes gazing down at the crimson red string, you nearly choke on air when you see one end tied to seonghwa’s pinky, while the other, was neatly wrapped around hongjoong’s.

“what’s wrong?”

seonghwa’s concerned voice snapped you out of your thoughts. you felt sick to your stomach. oh, how cruel the universe was. how cruel fate was.

“i- i… what the fuck?” you whisper harshly, tears brimming in the corner of your eyes. “i don’t have a string,” you lie so easily, straight through your teeth. “i don’t have a soulmate.” you lied so well.

that was the first lie you ever told the two, but there was no guilt in the lie. all you could feel was confusion and anger. nothing else.

hongjoong takes your hands into his with a sad smile. “and that’s completely fine, y/n. we’re always here for you,” he reassures you calmly. seonghwa does the same and you feel like crying even harder as you see your strings tangle.

you relished in their touch, their fingers feel so soft, skin warm against your cold hands. you felt safe in their presence, the comforting aura they let out never failing to make you smile. it was bittersweet.

if only you didn’t detest the sight of the red strings around their pinkies. the crimson red thread, a painful reminder to you that this was a reality you couldn’t escape.

there were always myths about the poor souls that the universe decided to curse: the one’s with no soulmates.

if people with no soulmates were cursed by the universe, how about the one’s with two? how about the one’s whose soulmates were each other’s forever, but not theirs? how about you?

you didn’t know.

so you left.

after graduating, you moved overseas. of course the two were there to wish you goodbye. being friends for thirteen years made it harder for you to leave.

you chuckled as seonghwa engulfed you in a tight hug, his tears soaking into your jacket. “don’t cry,” you whisper, stroking his head as hongjoong holds back his own tears, lips trembling. “i’ll be back before you know it.”

that was the second lie you ever told them, but there was no guilt in the lie. all you could feel was pity and self-hatred. nothing else.

you started a new life for yourself, burying yourself in studies, jobs and everything you could imagine to avoid going home.

despite all that, you never felt satisfied. there was this hole inside your heart that couldn’t be filled with materialistic goods, academic achievements nor work-place success.

there was nothing that could fill that hole seonghwa and hongjoong once occupied in your heart.

another problem had presented itself through all that turmoil, however, and that was the disease of unrequited love everyone so detested.

one would certainly think flowers were a congratulatory gift .

it started as a tightening feeling in your chest. your once light pants turn into desperate gasps for air before a sick, nauseous feeling takes over. a pounding headache, blurry vision, tears brimming in the corner of your eyes before the most sickening feeling begins to build in the pit of your stomach.

it grows and grows, bubbling like a cauldron before exploding, petals flying out of your mouth. elegantly prancing through the air, crimson red blood dripped off the petals, staining the pure white marble floor. the feeling would go on for another half an hour, or even longer. all you knew was that you wanted it to stop.

years passed, and yet, you could never grow accustomed to the wretched, metallic taste that lingered fervently on the tip of your tongue.

lilies and black dahlias now littered your bathroom floor, the once white marble tiles now painted in a mix of white, black, and crimson red.

still, you told nobody. your friends, family, coworkers– none of them knew about what you were going through.

god forbid hongjoong and seonghwa find out.

on a cold winter’s night, you had gotten an unexpected call from the two. five years had passed and not once had you gone back to see them.

guilt haunted you, always hovering around and never truly leaving. you wanted to see them. you wanted so desperately to throw yourself into their arms and never let them go them. if you were to loosen your grip, perhaps they’d slip through the cracks of your grasp and fade into nothingness.

you wanted to keep hongjoong and seonghwa for youself forever, but you were a fucking coward.

your phone rang. you had propped it up against the potted plant (orchids, your favourite) in the middle of your dining table. the plate of pasta in front of you was warm when you clicked your screen to receive their call.

“hi guys, sorry i’ve been so busy, work’s been crazy!” you immediately spew an apology to your friends, twirling the pasta with your fork. their lack of response has you confused and you look up. a loud gasp escapes you, fork clattering against the ceramic plate as it slipped out of your grasp.

“what the fuck?”

seonghwa’s ring finger is adorned with a beautiful sapphire stone, simple yet utterly gorgeous. the grin on both of their faces has you gaping at them, utterly speechless.

“you- you’re?” your gaze switches between the two males. you were so shocked you didn’t even realise seonghwa had bleached his hair. you were so shocked you didn’t even realise the tears that began to roll down your flushed cheeks.

“oh, no, y/n,” seonghwa coos with a frown. “don’t cry, sweetheart,” he whispers. “don’t cry.”

you sob, desperately trying to wipe the tears away. “i’m sorry, oh my god,” you inhale a sharp breath. “i’m so happy for you both– congratulations!” you smile, trying to hold back the building feeling in your chest.

seonghwa’s expression doesn’t change, but his eyes soften. “thank you darling,” he whispers with a sad smile. “you were the first person we thought of telling, y’know?” he chuckles softly.

god, seonghwa looked so beautiful smiling. you always loved how rosy his cheeks were, his eyes scrunched into the crescent moon. seonghwa’s smile was radiant, shining even brighter than the sun itself.

hongjoong takes the phone, eyes twinkling under the night sky. you recognised his apartment’s balcony all too well. “come home, y/n,” he says softly. it’s the most tender you’ve ever heard him. “come home for us please?”

your heart breaks. you’d never heard hongjoong so desperate. he was longing, yearning for you. he was pleading for you to come home– how could you refuse the request of your soulmate?

“of course, joong. anything for you.”

when the call ends, you run to your bathroom. you can feel the rising of petals, the all too familiar pain scratching your throat.

your knees hit the cold, marble flower, head hanging over the toilet bowl as you hurl out petals and vines. they scratch your throat, a permanent reminder of the unrequited love you faced.

the white and black petals scattered across the floor, blood dripping off them. it was a beautifully gruesome scene, like something out of an artistic horror movie.

you slump against the cold wall of your bathroom with a groan, wiping the blood dripping from the corner of your mouth. how you were going to be able to hide this from them? you had no idea.

unfortunately, you still hadn’t one when you walked out your gate.

it was a cold, cold day. you had a sweater on, hoodie layered over it for the extra warmth. palms clammy and sweaty, you gripped your bag tightly. god forbid hongjoong and seonghwa recognise you before you were emotionally and mentally prepared to see them for the first time in six years.

had they grown taller? were they as youthful as they once were? has their smiles stayed the same? had their voices deepened? did they still have the same dreadfully boring style? did they still wear the same cologne that clung to their clothes back then? were the bracelets you made them still sitting on their wrist all so beautifully? had–

“y/n!”

you jump at the shout of your name, looking up in shock. in front of you, just standing a few feet away, were kim hongjoong and park seonghwa.

eyes glistening with surprise, you look at them, voice stuck in the back of your throat. oh god, they looked so beautiful.

hongjoong hadn’t grown much, but he stood with confidence. his dark hair looked soft and silky, eyes bright and filled with twinkling stars. his cheeks stayed plump and full of life, a dusty pink that made you want to kiss them.

apart from seonghwa’s bleached hair, the next most obvious change was his height. he had grown almost a head taller, and yet, the sparkle in his eyes had remained. his cheeks were rosy, pink, plump lips curled into a bright, ethereal smile.

you feel years of emotions come crashing down on you. sadness, regret, pain, guilt— love. you burst into tears, wrapping your arms around the two men (not boys, you had to remind yourself).

“i’m sorry,” you apologise as hongjoong starts to cry, wrapping his arms around you. “i’m sorry joong, i’m sorry,” you buried your face into the crook of his neck, sobbing.

seonghwa comforted you with tears in his eyes, patting your head gently as he whispered sweet nothings to you. it seemed like deja vu to you, the whole scenario. if you hadn’t inhaled that sweet, floral scent that haw always wore that was mixed with the woody, musky scent hongjoong did, you’d think it all a dream.

as snow began to fall outside, the warmth radiating off the bodies of your soulmates made you realise how harsh this winter would be.

harsh it was indeed.

you’re about to pull your hair out before the ceremony begins. chewing at your bottom lip, your eyes dart around the venue, mind racing faster than you can comprehend.

“y/n.”

hongjoong’s voice sounds eerily deeper than you were used to. it sent shivers down your spine which made him laugh. “what’s wrong with you?” he asks in a cheeky manner as you huff.

“don’t blame me for not being used to your voice,” you lament, resting your elbow on his shoulder out of habit. “i still can’t believe how much you’ve changed.”

you look at the man with a grin and take note of the suit he’s wearing. it’s tailored to fit him perfectly, the details on it intricate and beautiful. the embroidered sun and stars, flowers and snowflakes adorned his clothing. you loved how he and seonghwa had gotten both their suits modified to have a more personal touch to them. it was artistic, elegant yet somewhat nostalgic.

the man sighs, glancing up at you. “it has been almost six years since we last saw each other,” he reminds you.

your body stiffens, rigid and filled with guilt. hongjoong notices this and frowns. “i didn’t mean it in a bad way,” he says and you nod.

you knew that. you knew that hongjoong wasn’t holding it against you, but you were holding it against yourself. the file was eating out you inside out, like a parasite clawing at your skin and tearing your flesh from bone.

“hey, y/n,” he says softly, hand reaching out to grab yours. “it’s okay,” he whispers, looking into your eyes with the most soft and genuine smile. “it’s okay.”

you nod again and he pulls you in for a hug. hongjoong’s embrace had always felt so safe. you feel yourself melt into it, and if you had closed your eyes, the both of you would’ve been sixteen all over again.

“i love you, y/n,” hongjoong whispers as your eyes widen with surprise. hongjoong had never told you that before. “never forget that,” he pulls away with a wink before bidding you goodbye and going to greet his coworkers.

you stood there, still stunned by his words. your heart was screaming, yelling at you for being so foolish as to not have said it back. however, ‘i am so painfully and desperately in love with you, kim hongjoong’ seemed a bit hard to shout back in the setting you were currently in.

“now, what on earth could you be thinking about right this moment that isn’t related to your two boyfriends?”

you’re snapped out of your thoughts by a warm, teasing voice. “yunho,” you smile at the blonde man who’s dressed nicely in a suit. “glad you could make it,” you lean in and hug him tightly. “haven’t seen you since high school.”

he chuckles. “yeah, you left right after graduation– i couldn’t make it to see you off,” he feigns a frown as you laugh, slapping his shoulder. “and please, as if hongjoong would let me live it down if i didn’t come,” you can’t help but roll your eyes at the oh-so-true statement. “you okay?”

“huh?” you look at him confused. “why wouldn’t i be okay?”

yunho shrugs. before you can question him further, you are distracted by yeosang’s mint hair. he walks over with a smile, waving at you. “what’s with that look on your face?”

you huff. “yunho asked me if i was okay and won’t tell me why he suspects otherwise,” you grumble as yeosang’s eyes widen. he shoots the taller male a flare and you stare at him in shock. “is there something i should be worried about?”

yeosang sighs. “well,” he begins, pausing as he pondered silently. “you have to promise not to take this badly,” he warns as yunho sends him a worried look. you nod slowly, anxiety filling you like water gushing into an empty bottle.

“you see, back when we were all in high school,” he begins hesitantly. “we all thought you had a crush on either joong or hwa,” he says as you feel your heart sink into the out of your stomach. “but we didn’t speculate, of course.”

you brush it off with a scoff. “me? like them?” you fake a laugh. “never. they…” you train off, looking at hongjoong who’s smiling from ear to ear, cheeks a rosy pink.

it’s oddly bittersweet to see the boy you once bickered with in elementary school now getting married to the boy that snuck jellies to you in class. turning back, you give yeosang a sad smile. “they’re made for each other.”

after greeting the rest of your old friends (and stopping wooyoung and san from crying before the wedding actually started), you leave the garden to visit seonghwa in his private suite.

one of seonghwa’s many request was for you to walk him down the aisle. it was sickening masochistic for you to accept the proposition, now that you thought about it. then again, who were you to back out now?

one, two, three knocks.

“come in,” seonghwa’s silky smooth and sweet voice fills your ears. you tap your keycard, opening the door gently. “hello sweetheart.”

you feel your cheeks warm up, heart fluttering. “hey, hwa,” you whisper, taking in how gorgeous he looked. adorned in a white suit, flowers, clouds, the moon and stars embroidered on the sleeves, the inner mesh material iridescent. “you’re breathtaking. like an angel.”

seonghwa’s cheek turn a darker shade of pink as he clears his throat. “thank you,” he whispers as you giggle, holding his hands. your thumbs traced his knuckles, admiring how slim and long his fingers were. “we missed you so much, y’know?”

you didn’t dare look up and remained silent. “we didn’t know how to go on with life as usual without you by our side,” he hummed with a small smile. “but i don’t care about all that now. i’m just glad you decided to come home.”

home.

you felt the pit of your stomach churn (you were certain it was your heart). to you, hongjoong and seonghwa were home. no matter how long you stayed in your chic studio apartment overseas, it never felt right.

hongjoong and seonghwa’s embrace did. it felt warm, comforting, lovely. you had to promise yourself to not get too attached to it.

“i’m sorry,” is all you can find yourself saying and thinking. “i’m sorry, hwa.”

seonghwa hushes you, his fingers brushing against your skin ever-so gently. he tucks your hair behind your ear with a smile. “it’s okay, y/n,” he leans forward, resting his forehead against yours. “you’re here now. that’s what matters.”

you wrap your arms around the blonde, tears threatening to spill at any moment. “i love you both so much,” you confess (unbeknownst to him). “i love you, park seonghwa and i am so happy for you.”

he smiles, hugging you back as a tear slips down his cheek slowly. “i love you too, y/n. i love you so much.”

relishing in the moment, you’re determined to make sure their wedding was perfect. you were going to push aside all personal feelings, ignore all the pain and sadness, and make sure that seonghwa and hongjoong had the best day of their life.

you were certain that nothing was going to go wrong that day.

oh, how wrong you were.

“i’m sorry, i can’t do this.”

seonghwa’s voice is soft, but audible. your head snaps up so fast, your neck could’ve broken. to be honest, you weren’t particularly paying attention to whatever the officiant was saying, assuming that both men were going to say ‘yes’ immediately.

you furrowed your brows in confusion, the gasps around you loud. lifting your head to look at the man, you find that he’s already looking at you.

“what are you doing?” you mouth, gasping softly at the sight of tears rolling down the blonde’s cheeks. “don’t cry,” you whisper, frowning at the male.

seonghwa turns his attention back to hongjoong, pain and regret in his eyes. “i can’t lie to you, joong. i can’t lie to you and say that i love only you.”

a sinking, disgusting feeling bubbles in your chest as you gripped your forearm tightly. the look on hongjoong’s face tears you down and rips you apart. he looked betrayed, hurt, but somewhere hidden in his eyes, there was a sort of relief.

you didn’t like this.

you didn’t like this at all.

seonghwa turns to look at you and your heart instantly drops. “i can’t lie to you, joong, and say that i’m not still in love with y/n as well.”

the guests gasp in shock once again, eyes wide as they stared at the three of you. an interestingly dramatic turn of events, one would say.

but not for you. the shock on your face couldn’t have been more evident. it felt like your heart had stopped beating and instead froze in time.

had the bleach sunk too deep into his skull? what was he thinking? why was he revealing this now? when did seonghwa realised he felt this way? what the hell was he thinking? had park seonghwa really just said that?

“hwa…” hongjoong looks at him in pain, holding onto seonghwa’s hands tightly. “i can’t lie to you and say that i’m not in love with y/n either.”

with only two sentences, you felt as if your whole world had come crashing down. you stare at the two boys, tears pooling at the corner of your eyes.

“oh my god!”

san and wooyoung’s voices erupted from the crowd as they point towards the two grooms. following their gaze, you gasp at the now visible strings tied around their pinkies.

your gaze followed the strings (as did everyone else’s) and you were utterly horrified to see them tied to your ring finger.

finally, your soulmate strings could be seen.

looking up at your two best friends, shaking, you see the sadness, betrayal and relief written all over their faces. truth be told, it was hard to through a blurry vision. tears streamed down your cheeks, fear gripping you by the throat.

hongjoong stares at you with pain in his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks. “we’re your soulmates?”

seonghwa is crying. “and you didn’t tell us? how long have you known?”

you stare at them, words stuck in your throat, refusing to come out.

“did you lie to us on your birthday?” seonghwa seems to come to the realisation. “is this why you chose to lie to us both?” he asked softly, pointing at the two strings. you could only nod.

“is this why you left?” hongjoong seems to not even want to believe his words. “is this why you never came back to visit?”

you nod again.

“why, y/n? why didn’t you tell us?”

you stare at the two men in silence. your voice was stuck in your throat, refusing to come out. a metallic taste filled your mouth and you knew what was coming.

“i—”

and before you could speak, petals flew out of your mouth, blood dripping down your chin as you look up at the two boys.

everyone gasped, staring at the flowers on the ground. lilies and black dahlias soaked in your blood. the very flowers that adorned the wedding venue– hongjoong and seonghwa’s favourites.

you look at your best friends, taking in their looks of pure horror. tears streamed down their cheeks, mouths agape. they’re paralysed in shock.

forcing a smile, you look at them. all the memories began to flood back as your vision grew spotty, your body slowly giving up on you.

god, even when death was knocking on your door, seonghwa and hongjoong still looked angelic.

“i’m sorry.”

and so on this cold, hauntingly beautiful day, crimson red blood soaked into pure white snow: a permanent reminder of the pain of unrequited love.

𓏸𓂃boyfriend things╰𓏸 up close love

◞✧𓏯 ⸝⸝⸝ in that yearning state 💌 for my fellow nct, bts, svt enthusiasts ⊹◞✿

♡knocks on your car window, waving subtly for you to roll it down so he can get one more kiss

♡unloading the dishwasher and wiping down all the countertops before you’re home from work

♡knowing you’re upset and drawing back the covers to join you beneath them without a word. will hold you for as long as you need, and he’s come to realize that the way your crying heightens means you’re thankful… relieved

♡takes your hand between the two of his while you wait outside the restaurant for your reservation. you take it upon yourself to place your lonely hand in his pocket. a chilly night

♡sends pictures of all the food in the grocery cart on mornings you can’t join him, wanting to make sure he chose the right brands bc they taste different. he’s done it enough times to know, but double checks anyway

♡comes over to give you that sweatshirt of his you love before leaving: enough time will pass for the seasons to change, but you chase him to the front door, craving his up close love for as long as you can have it

♡writes your favorite lyrics in his handwriting for your new tattoo

♡you sleep with your hair in braids, and he always finishes the last one when you’re falling asleep. he finds it adorable: the way you hold out the hair tie with your head bobbing up, down and all around, trying to stay awake

♡the way he taps your knee as a silent question for you to stand up and then guiding you onto his lap. doesn’t matter who’s around. your friends. your mother. the person beside you on the subway. and you always coax his hands around your waist as if he wouldn’t find them there on his own

you know what’s sexy and cool? reblogging

subtle variations of heartbreak (index)

Summary:  a series of stand alone one-shots depicting every kind of heartbreak you will undoubtedly experience in your 20s

Pairing: fem. reader x Ateez

Genre: college au, high school au, oh boy lovers to exes, unrequited love, friends with benefits, like a whole lotta angst read with caution, fluff, smut

Warnings: a LOT of insecurity talk, sexual content, cheating, trust issues, communication warnings idk i’ll add if theres anything else

A/N: this will be a short series, one chapter for each member. they can be read as stand-alones but they’re all tied together kinda. i’ll warn you right now i doubt you will like any of these characters because theyre all going to break your heart so… idk when i’ll post the first part, maybe tomorrow or later on in the week. 

if anyone would like to be added to the taglist just dm me :)

MY  MAIN MASTERLIST!

INDEX:

1. The First Love

drabbles: this is what i have to do

2. The Hookup Buddy

3. The Blind Sider

drabbles: (don’t wanna) be responsible

4. The Game Changer

drabbles: dream of her

5. The One That Got Away

drabbles: the winner takes it all

6. When You End It

drabbles: messy as you want

7. Friends Can Break Your heart Too

8. The Cheater

drabbles: no good

                part-time lovers

9. The One 

drabbles : (not) my baby

                 still into you

                 sleepover

SEVENTEEN REACTION,

seventeen as “things you said” — prompts by @junhui-pop ( hehe thank you <3 ) VERY LONG !!

승철, scoups “things you said at 1am”

seungcheol is always coming home late, and it’s something you grew used to. it wasn’t something you necessarily minded, but you could never miss the guilt in his eyes when he’d come home at absurd hours of the night, trying to creep around quietly. he feels some what ashamed, the constant reschedule of dates, all the times he’s had to decline you through the phone because he’s just too busy, he can’t help but feel like he’s failed as a boyfriend. and one late night, he climbs into bed and wraps himself around you. he holds you as if you might crumble under his touch & be gone forever, and breathes your scent in with a shaky breath. “thank you,” he whispers. “for always being here, for always loving me.” and while his head is buried in your neck, you can feel a few hot tears puddle up. when you turn around, he tries to hide from you — but you hold his face in your hands and remind him, that you’ll always love him.

정한, jeonghan “things you said when drunk”

“let me tell you something,” jeonghan slurs, slumping against you with his cheek rested on the top of your head. you smirk to yourself and roll your eyes, huffing through your nose with a laugh — you prepare yourself mentally, for the 30 minutes of compliments your boyfriend is about to give you, like every other time he’s had one too many glasses of wine. jeonghan admittedly isn’t good at expressing his genuine emotions and so his drunken self always takes advantage of the confident boost the alcohol gives him. you feel jeonghan press a light kiss to the temple of your head, but you’re sure he was aiming for your cheek. “i really, really cherish you, ya’ know? you mean so much to me, so much more than i let on and i’m sorry if you- if you’re not aware of that,” he says, going between mumbles to borderline shouting. your heart flutters, his words are so much more sincere than usual. “you’re one of the best things that has ever happened to me, i love you so much.” he slurs again, but this time his voice cracks and he pulls away, his glossy eyes finding yours. you smile softly, putting your emotions to one side to drag your boyfriend to bed.

지수, joshua “things you said when you though i was asleep”

it’s the nights when he comes home late from practice, and his whole body feels drained of energy. when he creeps into the silent house, longing for his body to shut down for the night. but when he finally slips into the bed next to you, taking you into his arms — he can’t fall asleep just yet. he ends up admiring you, his heavy eyes fighting off sleep, just so they can drink in your beauty for a few more minutes. he soaks in the feeling of your skin against his. he admires you as much as he can through the pale moonlight that leaks into the bedroom through the curtains, and his heart thuds. he thinks, simply ponders, about how truly precious you are to him. he kisses you once, and he prays that he can do this forever. he can’t help it, dipping down to kiss you once more, as he mumbles to your unconscious state, “please stay with me, for as long as there as stars in the sky.” and he thinks that’s it, and that he can finally settle down — but he catches your lips curl into a smile, eventually a grin and your eyes flutter open. joshua’s face burns in the pure embarrassment of being caught, but when giggles leave your lips, and you tell him how sweet he is, he smiles too.

준휘, junhui “things you said with too many miles between us”

jun hadn’t expected that he’d miss you this much, to the point that he could feel his heart physically clench at every longing thought of you. eventually, phonecalls and voice notes weren’t enough. he needed to hold you, it was like an itch buried deep in his body; that he wasn’t able to reach. every night, every call, you’d count down the days, and sometimes even the minutes and hours that you’d be together again. you watched day by day, the way his eyes grew duller and the way his tone became less enthusiastic, he didn’t even want to talk about his day anymore, he just wanted to see you. he tried to keep it bottled up, but everyone has a point where they break and snap, and fall apart completely. you watched silently, mouth agape, as jun sobbed weakly into his hands. for a few minutes; he couldn’t even form a single coherent sentence and all you could do was watch through a screen. “it’s so hard,” he sniffles, when he calms down. “it’s been months, i just want to see you, i’m sorry i’m barely home, i’m really sorry, i really miss you.” he rambles at some point, but you nod your head attentively to every single word, and when he’s done talking, you lean closer to the camera to remind him of how little time left there is until you see him again.

순영, hoshi “things you said with no space between us”

it wasn’t unusual you found yourself pressed under your boyfriend, both his arms rested either side of you as his face hovers merely a few centimetres above yours, his lips brushing against your own with every soft spoken word. you found it amusing, as hoshi had once told you: ‘what’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine’ but by that you hadn’t thought he meant your own personal space too. but, you really adored the man, so it was never a problem when he’d find his way over to you, pressing you so close to him that your bodies may merge into one. he loves you so much, so much that the fear of losing you at any given moment consumes him fully, twists and knots his stomach violently. and he just needs to hold you, cage you in his arms, to reassure himself that you’re there with him, even if it’s just temporary. but he doesn’t like temporary, he needs you to stay with him. he retracts his head from the crook of your neck, and his eyes immediately find yours. “you’re precious to me, so precious. i’ll do anything to keep you here with me forever.” he says, out of nowhere, and it catches you off guard. you find the anxiousness swimming in his eyes, and your hand cups his cheeks, you reassure him, there’s nothing he needs to do — you’ll stay forever anyways.

원우, wonwoo “things you never said”

he thinks it’s always entertaining to look after you when you’ve had one too many drinks. when he collects you from your friends house and you’re strapped to his arm, your legs barely being able to walk while he giggles to himself. when you’re in the car, your hands reaching to touch his face, truly mesmerised at his beauty — and he has to gently slap your arms away, laughing at you to stop distracting him. when he sits you down in bed and helps you change into your clothes and takes a makeup wipe to your face, running the cloth over your face as you mumble that he’s a true angel from heaven, and he rolls his eyes with a smirk. it’s not unusual for drunk-you to drown him in affectionate words, and so when you’re laid in bed together, his arms holding you close to him as your head rests against his chest, you’re slurring out all kinds of compliments and they all kinda fall deaf to his ears, all but one. “you know, you’re the only guy i’ve ever thought about marrying.” you tell him sleepily, your eyes fluttering shut. wonwoo’s heart almost stops instantaneously. he considers it, telling you that you’re the only person he can picture himself marrying too. but he decides against it, he’ll save that for another time.

지훈, woozi “things you said too quietly”

if there was one thing jihoon wishes he could do better, it’d be expressing his emotions. he’s awkward and stiff when he tries to explain what he really feels — his more tender side. it upsets him, because out of everyone in the world, it’s you that deserves every ounce of love there is to give, and he simply can’t do that. you’ve accepted him blunt attitude, and you never take it to heart, which is something he truly appreciates. you’ve deciphered his own little ways of telling you he loves you, but he wishes he could let you know up front, for the whole world to know! he finds himself in the studio one night, and you waltz in — brightening the room instantly. you hand him a paper bag, containing various of his favourite food and drink and he turns to you with a thankful smile, but he wish he could say more. he pulls you to sit on his lap and plods his headphones onto your head, asking you to listen to whatever he’s working on. he watches you intently, a genuine smile pulling at his lips. he’s bashful, and seriously grateful that the one person he loves most - shows a sincere interest in his biggest passion, and it makes his heart swell, and the words “i love you” fall from his mouth. his face burns red and his eyes grow wide when your head snaps and you rip the headphones off. but the beat of his heart slows when you cock your head to the side, “sorry? i didn’t hear you hoon!” you tell him. he quickly shakes his head, muttering a small “don’t worry” before his eyes dart away from yours. though you never knew what he said, you always had an slight inkling.

zelda’ s note — ^^!! i did not expect it to get this long, i spent almost two hours writing this and only got to woozi’s part,, i feel silly now omg TT. i hope you like it anyway…. the maknae like will be out soon, i’ll try and write it quick!

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Carnivals were your favourite. The feeling of comfort and adventure at arm's length.

Haechan, like carnivals, was also your favourite, your personal carnival 365 days a year.

You could never say no to him and he to you.

Whether you were 5 or 50, one look into his beautiful brown eyes and you would give in, after all who could refuse a carnival?

The thrill of immaturity and no responsibility fueled Haechan, and you? Basked in the warmth of his happiness that surrounded you.

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Small acts of love from skz

Chan, who sneaks into your bathroom while you're taking a shower just to trace hearts onto the steam-covered mirror.

Minho, who hides love letters in random areas of the house while he's away, so when you open your vanity at 6 o'clock in the morning, you’ll remember just how beautiful you are.

Changbin, who gets sloshed at a boys’ night out and does nothing but gush about you until the guys want to pull their hair out.

Hyunjin, who creates a portrait of you in your rawest form, the strokes of the paint reflecting the very essence of your soul, every edge and curve perfectly represented on the canvas.

Han, who hides messages in every song he produces, from simple I love you's to metaphors you both came up with during your late-night conversations.

Felix, who will actually wither away if he doesn't fold an origami heart out of every gum wrapper he receives and give it to you.

Seungmin, who bought you a bouquet once for your one-year anniversary and now refuses to let them die, buying you a new bouquet as soon as the other ones show any signs of wilting.

Jeongin, who just happens to know all the books you want to read and coincidentally has a notated version of all of them (totally not because he stalked your Goodreads profile and spent half his paycheck at Books-A-Million, annotating reading them every night before he goes to bed).

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FLUFF

"just like a tattoo" by @chanranghaeys

ᡣ𐭩 idol! hansol x gn! reader ᝰ fluff | 1.3k words | established relationship ➶ waking up was always something you looked forward to, especially if the first sight in the morning is vernon and his hidden little secrets, and maybe his cute chocolate milk carton.

"math class and feelings" by @haowrld

ᡣ𐭩 hansol x gn! reader | highschool au ᝰ fluff | 2.4k words | friends to lovers

"epiphany" by @misotsukiiyeooo

ᡣ𐭩 hansol x fem! reader ᝰ fluff | 4.5k words | childhood best friends to more ➶ when vernon, your childhood best friend finally comes to the realization of his deeply hidden feelings for you.

"i just know you" by @neocrias

ᡣ𐭩 hansol x gn! reader ᝰ fluff | 1k words | established relationship ➶ you take the day to be quiet and distant, but your boyfriend doesn't really seem to notice.

"01:12 pm" by @nonushu

ᡣ𐭩 hansol x reader ᝰ fluff | 0.6k words | established relationship

"i still wanna be your favorite boy" by @serejae

ᡣ𐭩 hansol x reader ᝰ fluff, slight hurt | 0.8k words | best friends to lovers ➶ after rejecting his bestfriend vernon is left to ponder in what he lost, now its up to him whether to make things right

"while you were sleeping" by @serejae

ᡣ𐭩 hansol x reader ᝰ fluff | 0.5k words | established relationship

untitled by @som1ig

ᡣ𐭩 hansol x reader ᝰ fluff | 0.5k words | established relationship

"forced proximity" by @ssentimentals

ᡣ𐭩 hansol x reader ᝰ fluff | 1.1k words | strangers to more ➶ 'coincidence? baby, they don't exist'

"under the fireworks where blushes bloom." by @strnsvt

ᡣ𐭩 hansol x reader ᝰ fluff | 0.7k words | friends to more

"movie night" by @sweetiesicheng

ᡣ𐭩 hansol x reader ᝰ fluff | 0.6k words | friends to lovers

"the cutie at cashier" by @write-here-n-now

ᡣ𐭩 hansol x reader ᝰ fluff | 0.4k words | strangers to more

HURT/COMFORT

"watching "grave of the fireflies" with vernon" by @chanranghaeys

ᡣ𐭩 idol! hansol x gn! reader ᝰ comfort | 0.7k words | established relationship

"whispered" by @headlinerkwan

ᡣ𐭩 hansol x gn! reader ᝰ comfort | 4.4k words | established relationship ➶ vernon had always been the guy you saw across the room but never spoke to, until you did. who could blame you for keeping your relationship quiet?

"7:50 pm" by @nonushu

ᡣ𐭩 hansol x reader ᝰ comfort | 0.5k words | established relationship

ANGST

SMUT/SUGGESTIVE (MDNI)

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How to show emotions

Part VI

How to show insecurity

not holding/breaking eye contact

fidgeting

crossing their arms

trying to cover up their body

making themself seem smaller

playing with their hands

hiding their hands in their pockets

holding their head down

blushing

clearing their throat

biting their nails

biting their lips

nervous laughter

stuttering

How to show being offended

stiffening up

hard line around the lips

frozen stare

narrowing of the eyes

turning their head to the side

quickening heartbeat

turning red

making themself bigger, ready to fight

How to show compassion

gentle and soft smile

relaxed facial features

softening of their eyes

openly showing how they feel

leaning towards the other one

nodding along, not directly interjecting, but encouraging

deep breaths inbetween

gentle touches to comfort

How to show being pleased

big smile/grinning

laying head slightly to the side

moving one shoulder up

pursing their lips while smiling

very open body language

leaning back

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Excuses Excuses

C.(S). Joshua x Reader | WC. 356 | G. Fluff|

11:38 P.M.

He was late, and you? Were annoyed. How late you may ask? Late enough for you to change out of your party dress and into pajamas, and fuzzy socks, complete your skincare and get through more than half a cheesy chic-flick on TV. 

As you mindlessly watch the movie, you hear the door lock click open and seconds later a flustered Joshua walks in. Slipping off his shoes he carefully approaches you, fully aware of how delayed his arrival was. He begins to say something, but you cut him off. 

“I don’t want to hear any excuses, babe. I’m tired from today.”  “But…”. He tries again yet you hold up a hand to silence him and begin to get up from your seat.   “I think we sho- “, you’re cut off because Joshua quickly back-hugs’ you and softly starts to sway side to side. “What in the world?” 

“Dance with me.” He twirls you around to face him and moves around the living room like it’s a ballroom, music playing softly from the soundtrack of the cheesy movie flick.

Humming along to the tune of the movie, you remain together, in each other’s arms, softly swaying side to side. You lean your head against his chest, your senses heightened by the scent of his cologne and the faint beating of his heart. The song eventually dies down leaving only the sound of dialogue in the distant background.

“I’m sorry for being late, I got so caught up with my schedule,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss on top of your head.

You hum in acknowledgement, knowing full well that you were never truly angry just a little disappointed. You also knew that he wouldn’t make generic excuses because he too had been looking forward to your date night.

“I’ll let you off this time…” you mumble into his chest. Moving your head back, you look up into his eyes. “You owe me date night tax and two consolation dates.”

His apologetic expression changes into a loving smile. Pressing another kiss, this time to the tip of your nose he agrees with an “Of course my love”.

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One day you’ll regret it, perhaps it’s today

C.(S). Han x Reader | WC. 589 | G. Angst|

Goodbyes have always come easier to you, after all, you seem to be saying them all the time.

There were very few people in your life that you felt a deep connection with, ones that weren’t related to your blood. And the most important of them all?

Han Jisung

He wasn’t just a somebody. He was your everything.

As beautiful as your life became with him, sometimes people are forced to do the cruellest things to those they love.

He was perfect, in your eyes, from the way he smiled to the way he cried. Not a single flaw you could locate.

So why did you decide to rip the heart out of the love of your life and shatter it without a bat of an eye?

Truthfully, no reason would ever be good enough or could be enough. You didn’t just make a mistake, you fucked up in every possible sense and you wouldn't see it until it was too late.

    “Why!? Why are you doing this?”

He was off the couch, kneeling in front of you. His eyes stare up at yours, begging for you to look inside them just once.

     “We can’t be together Jisung, I don’...CAN'T hold you back anymore.”

Bullshit. You internally cringed and cursed yourself for the lies that spilled out.

He stood up in disbelief, the tears drying on his face as he felt a surge of anger from your words.

   “So you’re just willing to give up on us? You think you’re holding me back?”

He was angry and hurt but more importantly, he was breaking. Your fight was nearing the end and you knew a few more blows would be enough for him to hate and resent you for life.

Standing up, you turn your head to meet his eyes. Eyes filled with so many questions and pain that you have to remind yourself of your true intentions.

    “Goodbye Han Jisung I wish you the best.”

Using his full name? How could you already be so cold?

Wish him the best? How could the person he could give his life for say goodbye to him as if they were strangers?

You start to walk away but his arm quickly reaches out to grab your elbow.

    “You can’t break my heart like this!”

His voice cracks and his anger melts away, now only his initial desperation and heartbreak remain.

You don't look into his eyes this time, looking straight ahead towards the door.

     “It's over Jisung, let me go," you breathe out. Utterly defeated yourself.

There was no use stopping you. Realization hit him, you had already made up your mind so who was he to stop you now?

You feel his release on your elbow, allowing you to proceed with your steps to the door.

Walking towards the door, you pick up the bag you had previously situated near the entrance, the catalyst to the end.

As you open the door to walk out, you start to turn and look at him one last time, but stop yourself.

With your back turned, you whisper a small “I love you” and continue out. 

You never imagined this day would come, but it had and you had made your bed so now you would be the one to lie in it.

Goodbyes were always easy for you, but this one had left you hollow, something that could quite never be filled. Not that you deserved that courtesy after tearing apart the man you kept awake countless nights with your false promises. 

What to do when you've crossed a line?

C.(S). Jeonghan x Reader | WC. 1367 | G. Angst| Pt. 4/? |

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The door shuts with a bang as you lean against it, catching your breath. 

With your eyes closed, you remember his face. 

Tired. Exhausted. Relieved. Concerned. Shocked. Emotion painted on in a blend of colours, hanging to each crease of his brow and lips.

He was a mess, more so than you’ve ever seen him

Why were you feeling concerned for his well-being? If anything, you should worry about yourself. Four days and the place you had to see him was on campus after things had been running relatively smoothly all day. Turning your head to the side, your sights fell on the bag you had made this morning—all your tangible memories stuffed in that 23 by 64-inch bag. 

You turn your body and move closer to it. Untying the double knot of the black bag, you pull out a figure of Wall-E made out of Lego, Jeonghan having the other half, Eve.  

You had started building Legos together as a joke to escape the stress of finals and the impending assignment deadlines two semesters ago which became a designated stress reliever, finals or not, you would scour the internet and save up for sets that you both liked.

“You’re doing it wrong, that’s not how the piece fits” “It’s literally what the instruction shows” “No no! That’s not the right piece”

The first Lego set you brought home had no one set design, just a wide range of pieces and instructions to make whatever you wanted but it seemed that you both found it funny to insult the creation the other wanted to make causing you to bicker over every attempt to build something together.

It was worse when you bought a more complicated set from your favourite series The Lord of the Rings—a Rivendell set. Figuring out the intricate details and piecing together the entire design put the two of you on each other’s nerves. It got so bad that you had to cool off in separate rooms and when you came back, Jeonghan sat back just watching you complete the set to avoid more fighting.  

You learned you two couldn’t build together unless you were working on completely different sets which prompted you two to buy multiple Lego sets so you could parallel play like children on the living room floor.

Long hours of just making your designated Lego set, music on low volume in the background, snacks at your side and you would find yourself looking over to see him completely focused on his piece without another care in the world. You caught yourself often, in those times, letting your gaze linger to his figure for just a while longer, turning away before he had the chance to meet your eyes.

Placing the Lego Wall-E on the floor you reach in to find a hoodie, navy blue with “MARK THE MOMENT” printed on the front.

On a seemingly clear spring day, the two of you headed out near his apartment to build a stash of snacks to sustain the two of you for a movie marathon that weekend, a celebration for finishing midterms.

Walking into the shop with blue skies, you two emerged with a heavy downpour. Had you thought of potential weather uncertainty, you would’ve worn a thicker or even full-sleeved t-shirt. Jeonghan had been more prepared, wearing that same navy hoodie you clutched in your hands, as he held the bags of your store haul.

Ready to make a run for it, he turns to you. Doubt and concern sported on your face.

Placing the bags in his hands on the ground, he begins to shed himself of his hoodie. Passing it over to you once it's off. Despite himself in just a t-shirt he urges you to put on his hoodies.

“Don’t argue, I’ll be fine” “You’ll get wet though” “We both will, but you have more to lose with the thin shirt you have on,”

Wanting to get home faster, and the rain clearly not willing to let up any time soon, you throw on the hoodie.

“We run on 3” he beams, picking the bags back up but this time both in one hand.”1….2……3!”

You don’t expect him to tuck his hand into yours and pull you forward, beginning your race against the overcast to his apartment.

It's then, the two of you soaked, laughing and running against the rain, you feel your heart flutter. It had been doing that for a little while these days, but only when you found your gaze settled on your best friend. His smile, contagious and his laugh ringing in your ear like a symphony, everyone else? Background noise. Nobody, nothing, mattered more than his hand in yours, pulling you in a frenzy through the streets desperate to seek shelter, despite water reaching your skin a sharp contrast to the heat and fuzzy feeling creeping across your entire body.

Continuing your journey through memory lane, you pull a stack of polaroids and one of your old disposable cameras—one which was yet to be developed.

Polaroids, some blurry, others confusing without context but one in particular, a haphazardly taken selfie from last summer. Staring straight into the camera, Jeonghan’s arm reaches around your head, as his hand grabs the underside of your face, pushing together your cheeks, giggling at your dismay. He snapped a picture before you could get away from his grasp. Your eyes shut, lips both frowning and pouting and his hand smushing your cheeks together like you were a child.

You stare at the picture a bit longer, wishing to go back to summer, a time in which your worries had all but disappeared, it was just you and him.

You dig around the bag until you find what you’re looking for. The beanie. Brown and now a bit worn due to use.

Whenever the colder season began, it would be the perfect weather for hats and beanies in the morning but by lunchtime, Jeongan’s beanies would either be in your bag or lazily stuffed in one of his pockets, much too hot to put on his head. It would be one of the things he would leave around your home and so you would often collect them and deliver them back before he had the chance to complain about how his hats seemed to be disappearing.

This particular beanie was a gift, from him to you, though it ended up as a shared article of clothing. Pulling it off each other’s head to sport it on your own was a childish game you enjoyed partaking in. Despite a million times you fought to wear the beanie, your fondest memory was tied to a bittersweet day. An exam that particularly seemed to disrupt your academic career ended in a less-than-ideal conclusion. You held it in all day, but the minute you saw him, all bets were off, one question was all it took for you to start bawling in the middle of the library.

Unable to understand your sudden outburst and concern for you, he pulls off the brown beanie, sticking it over your head and pulling down the sides over your eyes, concealing your sorrow from the world. The suddenness of his actions startled you, your crying abruptly cut short during his ministrations to straighten the beanie on your head. Now silent, you sat across from him contemplating the situation.

“Wow…I didn’t think that would work…” “…why…did you do..that?” you ask, sniffing, still blinded by the fabric constricting your view.

He shrugs to an imaginary audience, forgetting that you can’t see him.

“Hold on stay like that, I’m gonna take a picture," he explains before giving you a proper explanation of his thought process.

Face red, tears drying on your cheeks, beanie pulled too far down, your lips a thin line, the profile picture he still kept as your contact.

You laugh at the ridiculous memory, which despite your best tries, turns into tears, once again crying over how messed up everything has become.

You can’t rid yourself of these items, just like you can’t throw away your feelings. Each and every memory tattooed to the depths of your mind, how would you remove those?

The cutie at cashier

C.(S). Vernon x Reader | WC. 368 | G. Fluff |

Saturdays were grocery days. Every Saturday you would wake up, have some breakfast and head to the grocery store with your handy collection of reusable bags. Since it was close by, walking was the more convenient option.

Arriving at the store, you choose a cart and head towards the produce. Within 45 minutes you had picked up any necessary items and headed towards the cashier counter.

It was at that moment that you halted your steps, noticing who was working the counter, Vernon, the new and not to mention super handsome cashier.

You stood in line at the cashier station he was working at. Snapping out of your daydream (of creepily staring at Vernon the cashier) it occurred to you that you had been standing in line for over fifteen minutes, not only you but several other people, some of whom had left for another checkout counter.

What exactly was taking so long?

Cocking your head to the side, you look ahead and find your culprit, Vernon. There he was, scanning the items at a languid pace, boxed items for a long time and produce was a whole other story. His co-workers had to butt in several times to help out, as he was clueless on how to reverse a wrong scanned item.

Nonetheless, you remain patient and wait a couple more minutes as more counters were opened and several people in front left, leaving just you at the counter.

Before starting, he passes you a small but nervous smile and starts to scan the items. Again like the previous times, his co-workers come to his rescue and he mumbles several thanks and apologies and goes back to scanning. The whole process takes longer than expected, but who were you to complain when he looks so cute getting flustered every time he makes a mistake? Finally, with all the items scanned and paid for, he hands you your receipt. Looking sheepish, he thanks you once again for being patient, and wishes you a good day and a goodbye, with another one of his dazzling smiles and a wave.

Your usual Saturdays were quick and ordinary, however, with this new cashier, Saturdays just got a whole lot more interesting.

the hottest thing a man can do is tilt his head and say ‘yeah?’ —like no need to be a slut, calm down.

What to do when you've crossed a line?

C.(S). Jeonghan x Reader | WC. 1218 | G. Angst| Pt. 3/? | *Jeonghan's POV* |

Part 1 | Part 2

When someone you care for deeply, tell all your secrets to and want to spend all your time with blurts out a love confession to you in the middle of the night, what possible responses could you come up with? 

You could tell them thank you. You could maybe get by with an awkward “oh”. If you weren’t completely caught off guard you could maybe start questioning them. When? Where? How long? Why? And with just their luck you could respond with “finally” but none of those responses came out of Jeonghan when Y/N confessed to him.

Why? Well because…

Why? Why? Why? Because, because, because had been swimming around in his head for days. He didn’t dare to stop you from walking away or chase after you and he stood there, frozen and shocked, watching you walk away from him. 

You needed space, he reasoned with himself, so he walked away, towards his apartment, repeating your words over and over in his head 

“I’m in love with you” “You don’t even care”

He always had an answer for everything. His tongue short, witty, ready for any comment, but never had he felt like he had escaped the ability to think of words much less get them out of his mouth, only yours stayed, knocking around in his head. 

He was a coward, that much evident that he couldn’t even pick up the phone to press your contact. Fear and worry were holding him back but at the same time limiting him. How long can you avoid speaking to your best friend? His friends tried to pry why he suddenly became AWOL for the last three days; he couldn’t even give them an answer.

*Ping* “Where have you been the past few days?” - Mingyu *Ping* “There is a new restaurant near campus, I’ll pay” - Jun *Ping* “How long are you gonna be cooped up at home?” - Seungkwan *Ping* “Are you good?” - Hyungwon *Ping* “You haven’t been to class for a while…everything ok?” - Joshua *Ping* “It’s literally midterm season, are you studying or avoiding exams?” - Woozi

Not a single notification interested him, he knew none of them were yours. How had he taken your presence for granted and now all he wished were for you to message him, even if it was to curse at him, call him names; anything at all would have worked.

Jeonghan hadn’t been hurt in love. He’d fallen in love and fallen out. He’d had his fair of crushes and partners, but you can never prepare for falling in love with your best friend. Losing your most cherished friend comes with a feeling of hollowness, one that leaves you feeling restless and alone. He couldn’t lose you, not like this anyway. He hadn’t eaten, sleep wouldn’t come easy no matter how much he wished it to. He checked his phone despite knowing full well you would never in a million years reach out after the situation he had created for you two. 

Four days was how long it took for Seungcheol to bust down his door and drag him out of the house. 

“You can’t be inside for this long. You need to get out of the house…maybe even clean it up”

Walking up to his bed, Seungcheol pulls off the covers and grabs a hold of Jeonghan’s arms, pulling the man towards him haphazardly trying to get him to a standing position.

Seungcheol’s strength was unmatched, and the most Jeonghan could do was continue being deadweight and cause him enough resistance until Seungcheol let him be, but his friend was nothing if not fucking persistent. Any other time, Jeonghan would appreciate it but he couldn’t find it within himself to face the world, what if everyone laughed at him?

Letting him go, Jeonghan falls back into the lying position Seungcheol had found him in, attempting to sleep without avail.

“She’s on campus today,” Seungcheol mentioned in a tone so nonchalant, hands on hips as if Jeonghan wasn’t mentally beating himself up all week trying to figure out how he could see your face. “Don’t lie to me” “Why would I need to lie to you? I know you probably haven’t seen her in the last four days like a coward,” he replies as he walks towards Jeonghan’s closet. “I saw her as at the campus café after my morning lecture.”

Despite never properly admitting how enamoured he was by you, Jeonghan had spilled everything from the day of the party over the phone to Seungcheol two nights ago. From the dejection in his voice, yet the coolness of his words gave away the façade he was still trying to put up; he was only hurt that his best friend confessed and stopped speaking to him, which was also his fault for enacting by not even a weak effort to leave a voicemail.

The wheels were turning in his head, maybe if Seungcheol could get them to see each other there could still be some salvage to their friendship and perhaps a potential beginning to a future being something more.

Wide-eyed and frozen, Jeonghan’s face is met with a thump of the hoodie and jeans.

“Here, put this on and get down to the car in the next 15 minutes,” Seungcheol yells out walking out of the room.

Never in his life had he rushed to dress faster. He had to see you today and clear up everything, if he didn’t, he could kiss you and your friendship goodbye. 

Seungcheol had said 15 minutes as a courtesy, he hadn’t expected Jeonghan to surge into his car, 7 minutes later, hair a mess, shoes untied (were they on the wrong foot?), phone in hand, yet not even a pencil on him—if he hadn’t picked out the hoodie himself he would have thought a random stranger burst into his car. 

“Let's go,” Jeonghan breathes out, clearly spent from sprinting out of his apartment. “Whoa, hold on, are you going to go to campus like this?” “Nobody is going to care, just drive” “...ok…don’t say I didn’t give a chance to change,” Seungcheol reprimands as he starts the car and begins to reverse out of the parking lot.

The ride to the campus is silent save for Jeonghan’s fingers drumming against in thigh, then the dashboard, then the edge of the door, then again on his thigh.

“Can you maybe not use my car as a drum set?” “I can’t help it. What if Y/N doesn’t let me explain?” “What exactly do you plan to say?” questions Seungcheol.

He knew Jeonghan could likely talk himself out of a literal court case but if he hadn’t been able to face his feelings for you before…His hopes were low.

Pin drop silence. He had been planning all the possible scenarios and speeches he could utter the minute he found the presence of your face in his vicinity, promising himself to not let you walk away again.

“..i..”

The ever-infamous smooth talker Yoon Jeonghan was once again brought into debilitating silence, as if speech was foreign to his lips and thoughts vanished completely.

What was he going to say to you, could he even say anything to you that would make up for how he ghosted you since that night?

Worst of all, would you forgive him?

Thinking about Boyfriend!Minho..

 Who holds your hand comfortingly, drawing little shapes on it so you can have something to focus on when you're overwhelmed.

Who loves cooking for you, whenever he sees you particularly stressed or tired after work, he cooks you up your comfort food. And you know it'll be good. 

Who makes you lunch boxes and leaves them in the fridge for you before he leaves for work, making sure to customize it accordingly to your taste.

Who complains about watching something so cheesy for movie night, but then he gets invested and asks questions about it when you guys watch it. When you point it out he would deny it but you would tell he was flustered from the way his ears turn into a cute red, don't tell him that though-

Who drives you where you need to, whenever. From dawn to dusk it won't matter, but not without complaining about it first though.

Who sends you pictures of him and his cats, telling you to come over because his cats are missing you.

Who just stares at you, in some sort of loving trance until you notice him, he immediately turns away and acts like he was doing something else. 

Who has that smirk on his face whenever you tell people you're taken, he's very proud to be yours and for you to be his. 

Who would begrudgingly do the tiktok videos you want to do with him. Grumbling about it the whole time as he does it, although he does look like he's enjoying it at some moments, but he brushes it off as him remembering something about Soonie.-

Who subtly grabs hold of your hand every time you're on a walkway and pulls you away from the edge, making sure he stays next to the zooming cars. He can’t have you getting hurt, hm?

What to do when you've crossed a line?

C.(S). Jeonghan x Reader | WC. 938 | G. Angst| Pt. 2/? |

Part 1 | Part 3

Too anxious to wait for the lift, you sprint to your 4th-floor home, fumbling the code to the door before finally getting inside, and slamming it behind you. 

All the emotions you’ve held in the entire evening, especially since you confessed to your best friend and perhaps since you even realized your feelings, begin to pour out. 

Choked sobs escape your throat and you sink to your knees. 

You didn’t want things to unfold this way if you only could have kept your jealousy at bay, one. last. time. None of this would have erupted the way it did if you kept your cool.

Picking yourself off the floor, you lug your body over to the couch falling face-first onto the cushions, resuming your personal pity party.

Eventually, your cries die down and you drift off to sleep, still in your clothes from the party, tears staining your cushions with the hues of your blush and mascara.

Each passing hour makes your heartache, the pain resonating in your entire body, exhausting you to the point where you can’t seem to do much else than sit up or lie down.

Three days pass without so much as a text much less a physical appearance from Jeonghan. Your friends, on the other hand, have been ringing non-stop a few even going so far as to visit your apartment to get you to eat and do more than just mope around in your sorrow.

On the fourth day, you’ve had enough. You wipe your tears and take a shower, hoping the water will drain away your sorrows and if not, at least just the fatigue you’ve felt the past half of the week. Making a mission to begin getting over him, he didn’t care about your feelings so why waste any more tears.

The best way to forget someone is to remove them from your life. You walk around your apartment looking for all and signs of your friendship with Jeonghan, angrily grabbing any small knick-knack and article of clothing he’s left in your apartment and chucking it into a plastic garbage bag to rid of just like he seemed to be the past four days.

With the last of one of his stupid gifts put on top of the pile in the bag, you tie a few knots and lug the bag near your door as a reminder to throw it out.

The days you spent moping around didn’t make the world stop meaning you had also missed a few lectures by the plethora of text messages from your friends and groupmates concerned at your lack of attendance. You couldn’t afford to miss any more days so after ridding your home of any reminders of your crush, you went off to get dressed and presentable to make your long-awaited appearance on campus. Praying you can mask your sadness long enough to avoid any questions about you being MIA the last few days.

You had texted your best friend Jisoo letting her know of your plans and she so kindly offered to walk with you to your shared class.

“You look…” she started, giving you a once over the minute you walked out of the building entrance. “Not a word,” you warned, not wanting to get into the nitty-gritty of why you looked as you did.

You tried to put in effort, dressing in something comfortable but also stylish. Maybe in due time your brain would conflate how you were dressed to remedy your sour mood today.

The day had mostly been without a hiccup, you pushed your feelings to the back of your mind and dived right into your studies, catching up with the missed lectures and offering apology coffee and snacks to the groupmates you left in the dark, maybe everything would be okay.

Walking to the library your friend mentions what you’ve been avoiding nearly all day.

“So you and Jeonghan…? What happened?”

You feel your stomach coil at the mention of his name. The noise and rush around you warping into slow motion.

Jeonghan Jeonghan Jeonghan. His name repeated in your head like a chant, the drumming of his name vibrating across your entire body.

Your brain couldn’t process whether you should snap at your friend for speaking his name or break down in tears over the recollection the events of several nights prior, where you effectively ruined your well-built friendship in the heat of the moment and the man of your affection didn’t even bother to reach out the past week.

Speak of the devil it seems because as you tried to find the words to explain your conundrum, he appeared.

“Y/N!”

Eyes shoot up to meet the pair that you’ve secretly been longing to see despite trying to delude yourself into thinking you couldn't care less about him.

He looked dishevelled. Hair messy, clothes crumpled, and wrinkly, and dark circles painted under his eyes. Making his way towards you, frantic and in a rush, pushing past everyone in his way. 

The face you’ve so longed to see, but couldn't bear to face. The closer his steps marched towards you, the more you panicked until your body had enough and ignited your fight or flight response. You turn and bolt, away from your friend, but more importantly away from facing your fears, one more time.

Sprinting as fast as your feet can carry you, books in hand, bag swinging viciously on your side, weaving through the crowd of people, you find yourself headed on a similar path as “that” night, your home your safe space.

What to do when you've crossed a line?

C.(S). Jeonghan x Reader | WC. 821 | G. Angst| Pt. 1/? |

Part 2 | Part 3

You were used to your best friend’s antics. His “cheating”, the pranks and general everyday shenanigans but also the kind-hearted soul and caring nature he hid behind every antic. You didn’t know where along the way your feelings matured into a storm of butterflies whenever he came in sight. You could kid yourself into thinking that everyone cared that much about their friends, best friends even, and the feelings would pass. How many months does an average crush last? At least 37 months, right? You were simply guessing and definitely not keeping track of how many times he caused you to stay awake thinking of a fantasy future. 

Having feelings for your best friend was one thing, holding yourself back from giving the side eye to every person who flirted with him was another feat. How often had these moments been replayed, hot person flirts with Jeonghan, he entertains them, and you remain in the corner, out of sight, silently seething but ultimately unable to do anything. 

If he asked you to fly him to the moon, you would do so without question. Hide a dead body? All you needed to do was grab a shovel, but be a bridge to him and whoever he wanted to go home with that night. You could take a rain check. 

You got out of it often given how many of your mutual friends were present at the events and parties you all attended but it seemed that your luck ran out. Tonight, most of your friends either ditched the party early or had skipped out completely, leaving you to find a plausible excuse as to why you, in love with your best friend, could not talk him up to someone so said best friend could go home with them whilst you were left behind wondering what it would be like if you two went home together instead.

You became standoffish, faked fatigued, and pretended to be tipsy but he saw through your antics, confused with your behaviour until he resorted to tugging your arm repeatedly, pestering you to go over and rizz him up to some good-looking person who had been eyeing him all night.

Why did he need a wing person anyway? It's not like he had any trouble talking to people given his charm, mischievous aura and drop-dead gorgeous looks, he attracted people left and right, like a thirst-ridden nomad to an oasis. 

His persistence, on a normal day, would have eventually broken you down until you might have just walked up to whoever he needed you to, but something snapped inside you the longer you stared, wondering if you would be at the end of his affection. His eagerness shattered your short-lived fantasy but also wrecked your mood, unable to withstand being in that space, you pulled your arm out of his grasp and stormed out of the party. 

You didn’t stop to look back, walking out of the party room, out the building and towards your apartment, a mere five-minute walk. The chilly autumn weather would have caused you to mentally nitpick to have worn something thicker but your anger fuelled the passion to speed walk to the only safe space you could think of. 

Jeonghan had come after you, yet his hollers of your name fell on deaf ears as you were determined to block out all the external noise and finish your trek back home.

Catching up to you, he grabbed your upper arm, both fumbling you in your step and spinning you around right into his chest. 

“Y/N what the hell is the problem?” 

You avoid his eyes, cross your arms and look anywhere except directly at him.

“Are you going to stand there pouting or tell me what's wrong? Why did you storm out?” He waits for an answer, a fruitless endeavour against your current ego.

The sigh that leaves his mouth signals his own frustration at your lack of cooperation. He begins again hoping you answer at least one of his questions.

“Was it the tugging? I’m sorry if it bothered you too much…” Silence... “Are you drunk? Are you feeling sick?” 

His questions increased, asking you about the day, the party and even whether you liked the vibe of who he was trying to go home with to understand what the issue was, and that got on your last nerve

“I’M IN LOVE YOU DAMN IT!”

It's like a weight on your heart had been lifted but his expression only brought on a much heavier boulder on your heart and a knot in your throat. If you stayed here any longer you would begin crying and that was the last damn thing you needed tonight.

“Forget it, you don’t even care…”

You shake off his grip for the second time that night and storm off to your apartment with more urgency than before because now you’ve officially crossed the line in your friendship.

Writing Prompt List

I decided to compile a list of my own prompts to use for future requests.

There are a total of 210 prompts. Genres are: angst/emotional; fluff/romantic; Miscellaneous/Humor; and Scenario Prompts.

Feel free to request a plot or idea with your prompt requests; but you do not have too. (I take up to three prompts in total for a request)

*Made it into a bulleted list since people were not sending in the full prompts and just the numbers.

Angst/Emotional:

"All I've ever wanted is for you to see me."

"When did you stop loving me?"

"Just please open your eyes."

"Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me."

"Just please, don't leave me."

"When was the last time you said you loved me, and meant it?"

"Why does everyone always leave?"

"It hurts so much. Why does it hurt so much? I just want it to stop."

"Forget it. Just like you forget everything else."

"I never ask for help because I'm not sure I know how."

"It's alright to feel broken every once and a while. And it's alright to take time to heal."

"I feel like I'm falling apart."

"What is it about me that isn't good enough?"

"I wish I was brave."

"Whats the point in trying if only one of us is willing to?"

"You almost died and you're making jokes?"

"I'm scared."

"I don't need you to tell me who I am!"

"I don't miss you. I miss us."

"I thought I'd never see you again."

"I can't lose you." "You already did."

“Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you still love me.”

"Will you even miss me at all?"

'“You weren’t there...why weren’t you there? I needed you! I needed you! And you weren't there!”

“I would give up everything for the chance to hear your laugh again. To see you smile. To see you happy."

“If I never see you again, just know that I love you so, so much.”

“All I wanted was a happy ending.”

"Whatever you do, don't let go."

"You don't have to hide your tears from me."

“What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it’s just once upon a time.”

"You said we'd be together forever, but I guess forever really isn't that long."

"I'm not leaving you here."

"You left without saying goodbye."

"For once in your life, do what you want! Be selfish!"

"Being strong doesn’t mean never asking for help or admitting you’re in pain."

"Whatever you do, do not turn around."

"No matter what they made you think, you are worth saving. You are worth loving."

"You said you wouldn't leave, and then you did."

"I'm a fool for believing you meant what you said."

"For what it's worth, I never gave up on you."

"You are not your past."

"Don't look at me like that."

"This is the third time you've broken a promise to me, I'm starting to think you are doing it on purpose."

"Whatever you do, do not close your eyes."

"I know you're tired, but you have to stay awake."

"I'll come back for you, I promise."

“You would risk letting all those people die for one person? Why?” “Because it’s not just one person…it’s you.”

"I'm just tired of being tired."

"Whatever you do, do not make a sound."

"I always said I'd die for you." "I didn't think you meant literally."

Fluff/Romantic:

"I just cant see myself ever living without you."

"If there was ever anybody meant for me, it's you."

"The closest thing to love at first sight I've ever experienced happened when I first laid eyes on you."

"I didn't believe in soulmates until I met you."

"Did you just tell the person I was gonna go out with that we're dating?"

"You owe me a kiss."

"Go with me?" "Only if you hold my hand."

"I'd feel much better if you'd let me walk you home."

"If I asked you to stay, would you?"

“You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe.”

"I've never felt this way before, and truthfully it scares me. But, the idea of never trying scares me even more."

"You're telling me you believe in love at first sight?" "I'm starting too."

"I promised to love you forever, and that is a promise I intend to keep."

"Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"

"You give me a reason to be better, to do better.”

"All I've ever wanted was a place to belong. Somewhere I could call home. And you gave me that. Because you are my home."

"They don't compare to you. No one does."

"I thought I had the worst luck, until I met you."

"No matter how much time we've spent apart, I never stopped loving you."

"I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I've met."

"I think I'm in love with you."

"You brought me breakfast?" "Well you said you always forget to eat before you go to work, so I thought I'd make sure you ate something."

"Everything feels right when you are with me."

"I don't care what others say, I want to be with you and that's all that matters to me."

"You bought me flowers?" "Yeah, well I noticed you'd seemed kinda down, so I wanted to cheer you up."

"I'll be damned if anyone makes you feel like you aren't worthy of being loved."

"I wasn't sure what love really felt like until I met you."

"You owe me." "I owe you $20 not a day of pretending to be your boy/girl-friend to get your parents off you're back."

"I can braid your hair for you- I mean, only if you want."

"Maybe if you stopped staring at them and actually talked to them, you might have a chance."

"You said you wouldn't fall in love with me." "I lied."

“I want you. All of you, and not just halfheartedly, but wholly. And maybe that’s selfish, but I don’t care.”

"Can you stay? Just for tonight, please. I don't want to be alone with my thoughts." "'l'll stay for as long as you need."

"You are my family."

"We've been by each other's sides for years, you think I'm gonna leave now?"

"Take my jacket, I don't want you catching a cold."

"I'd wait a thousand lifetimes for you, because you are worth waiting for. So when you are ready. I'll be right here."

"I will never stop fighting for you. I will never stop protecting you."

“I can’t stop thinking about you. No matter how hard I try, you’re always on my mind”

"Don't go on that date." "Why?" "You know why." "Say it."

"Can I kiss you?"

"I don't want you to die for me, I want you to live for me."

"I can't remember the last time I laughed like this."

"How long have you had this planned?" "Since the moment I fell in love with you."

"You came all the way here for me?"

"Why are you staring at me?" "Because I think you're beautiful."

"I think I'm falling in love with you." "I think I'm okay with that."

"What are you doing here?" "I wanted to see if you were okay."

"The world gets a little brighter when your around."

"They say we wont last." "Then lets prove them wrong."

Miscellaneous:

"I don't think I've ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before."

"I've never told you that before."

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

"At least it couldn't get any worse." "I really wish you hadn't said that."

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

"I'm telling you, I'm haunted."

“You couldn’t handle me even if i came with instructions.”

"Wake me up when it's over."

“Next problem… we might die."

"Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you”

“I think… everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves.”

"Abort mission, I repeat abort mission." "What? Abort what mission? All you were doing was introducing yourself to your neighbor?" "Yeah, and they're too attractive. I can never speak to them again."

"At least I kept my promise."

"I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you."

"...Did you just sniff me?"

"I hope you find it someday." "Find what?" "Whatever it is you're looking for."

"Of course I noticed, I notice everything about you."

"Are you alright?" "Yeah, why?" "You look mad." "That's just my face..."

"You can't get rid of me that easily."

“You don’t actually have to like me, you just need to pretend you do.”

"Since when did you open a bakery in your house?" "Since I got bored."

"Can someone explain to me, in not so many words, why they are here?"

"I don't think I'm alone in here."

"This place creeps me out."

"I thought I saw something."

"Why didn't you answer your phone?" "Why didn't you text?"

"You're bleeding." "No shit."

"In case you haven't heard, there is a bounty on your head." "Is that why you're here? To kill me and take the bounty?" "No. I'm here to protect you."

“For the most part, I am, in fact, an idiot. But I fully admit to it, which should count for something.”

“Stop grumbling and just tell me where your medicine cabinet is.”

"Close your eyes and hold out your hand."

"I hate that I let you convince me to do this"

"We really need to stop meeting like this. "Then stop breaking into my house!"

"Why are you creeping outside my bedroom window?!" "I thought it would be romantic if I climbed up here." "You gave me a heart-attack!"

"What are you doing here?" "I got locked out of my house." "Again?"

"Run."

"I can't stand you!" "Then sit down."

"Where are we going?" "It's a surprise." "I hope the surprise involves food."

"You wont regret it!" "Already am."

"I like being wanted." "You should NOT like be wanted by the police!"

“I am nothing if not consistent.” “Yeah, a consistent pain in my ass.”

"What happened?" "Do you want the long version or the short version?" "Uh, short?" "I made a mistake." "Okay, long version." "I made a very very big mistake."

"Do you take constructive criticism?" "Not without crying."

"Are we all on the same page?" "Yes. Just of different books."

"Why did you break up with them?" My dog didn't like them, and that is never a good sign."

"I'm sorry were you talking to me? I tend to zone out whenever you stark speaking."

"What happened to your hand?" "I hit my hand on something." "On what?" "Your ex's face."

"I heard that!" "You were supposed to!"

"I've been thinking-" "Uh-oh"

"If I survive this, I'm killing you."

Scenario Prompts: *For prompts with Characters A and B; you can choose who is who in your request (who is reader and/or character)

Huddled together to keep warm.

Fall asleep in same bed, on opposite sides, wake up in each others arms.

Character A comes to talk to Character B, pretending to be B's s/o when a stranger is making B uncomfortable. Leads to them asking B out on an actual date.

Running from dangerous person or monster.

Hunting down dangerous person or monster.

Separated forcefully or for reasons you can't control, run into each other again years later on accident.

Get locked in somewhere together.

Continuously running into one another for days after having a meet cute.

Hands brush as you stand next to each other, you think it's on accident until their hands gentle wrap around yours.

Shielding the other with their body to save/protect them.

Caught staring too many times for it to be a coincidence.

Size difference hug; they engulf you.

You refuse to leave so they pick you up and throw you over their shoulder.

Character A can tell Character B is getting nervous in a big crowd, so A slips their hand into theirs to help them calm down.

The panic between thinking you lost them and the relief of seeing they are okay.

Character A teaching B to ice skate/roller skate.

B taking care of A when they are sick.

Holding hands underneath the table.

Bandaging the other and then kissing the injury gently.

A surprises B with a picnic.

Getting stuck at the top of the Ferris Wheel.

B sitting/standing behind A and leaning into them as they show/teach them how to do something.

A kisses B, but A can tell there is no feeling behind it anymore.

As you begin to fall asleep, you feel a gentle kiss pressed to your temple and a blanket draped over you.

B comforting A as they wake up from a nightmare.

A realizing that they have feelings for B when they see them with someone else.

B bringing A hand-picked flowers.

Thinking you are alone in the house but you hear a noise upstairs.

B buys A's dream house and surprises them.

Cliff/floor breaks out beneath A and as they fall B manages to grab their hand at the last second.

A leaves baked goods for B anonymously, but B already knows that it's A.

B surprises A with a cake for their birthday even though A forgot what day it was/or didn't know B knew it was their birthday.

Sharing an umbrella.

Walking together and it starts to rain, so they grab your hand and you start running until you can find somewhere to escape getting wet.

A and B meet randomly, B finds out A is on an important mission or quest and decides to go with them to protect them/watch over them.

Fake date to a wedding; leads to confession.

A game of 20 questions that ends with "Can I kiss you?"

There's a big storm going on outside while A is at B's house, so B insists they sleep over.

A hears that B got hurt and rushes over in a panic to see if they are okay.

B just moved to town and really only knows A (just met). B is being followed or is lost and calls A for help. Of course they come to help and it turns into a date of sorts.

A falling asleep while sitting next to B, as there head falls onto B's shoulder, B stays as still as they can, afraid to wake A.

Cloudgazing or Stargazing together, as you lie next to each other, their hand slips into yours.

Looking around for the shirt you left at your s/o's house; only to find it in a drawer with other clothes and items you've left.

B get's so nervous about their dinner date with A that they accidentally make enough food to feed ten people.

A hand written love lover left at your doorstep.

B dancing to music as their cooking or cleaning, and as they spin around A suddenly appears, grabbing onto B and continuing to dance with them.

A grabs B's hand instinctively out of surprise or fear, and continues to hold it.

A keeps catching B (a stranger) staring at them from across the room and feels self conscious, until B finds them later and tells them that they couldn't stop staring out of awe/attraction.

A and B realizing they were holding hands the entire time the moment they had to let go. (after getting scared, nervous, frightened, etc.)

A buying B groceries because they knew they forgot to buy themselves food again.

B is sad because they accidentally threw something important away. A shows up later with said thing, smelling like trash.

A finding a hand-sketched photo of them on B's desk.

B hearing A sing for the first time (due to karaoke, or walking in on them, etc.) and being surprised at how good they sound.

B helping A step down from a high place by taking their hand, and then not letting go as they continue to walk.

Comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together.

Dancing around the living room of the first home you've bought together.

Long distance relationship; receiving a good morning text every morning, until one day you don't. You are worried, but then there is a knock at your door.

B is sunshine, rainbows and kindness. A is night, rain-clouds and anger. But when A meets B, they bask in the sunshine and never want to leave.

A asking B on a date until they say yes.

B asking A to attend a wedding with them, to get out of going with someone their parents tried to set them up with.

*pt 63957 of a fanfic writer posting about why reblogs are important*

please don’t take it personally when writers post about the value of exposure like this! i'm not trying to call you out if you're not the kind of reader who reblogs fics. this is just a reminder that writers put a lot of time and effort into their works, and as much as we appreciate your likes, liking a post doesn't exactly widen our readership, sharing it with people does!