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matchy-matchy with seventeen
a/n: me in my single era pt 2093520395 and here’s me projecting just a little bit yk. also i tried really hard to make these creative i hope it went well
seungcheol: jackets
✧ specifically varsity jackets or those racing jackets
✧ maybe not exactly the same, maybe it’s the same style of jacket but in different, but complementary colors
✧ absolutely loves knowing that it’s so easy to tell that the two of you are a couple when you walk together
✧ his lock screen is a mirror picture of the two of you :’)
jeonghan: hair accessories
✧ matching hair accessories oh myyy
✧ it could be in simple barrettes or clips with little cutesy designs
✧ or ribbons !!
✧ one day he sees you tie back half of your hair (like a semi-updo) and he just asks you, “can you do that to me too?”
✧ you two can be dainty together 🫶🏽
joshua: rings
✧ perhaps he’s a simple romantic
✧ rings can go with any outfit and he wants a reminder with you everywhere he goes
✧ loves seeing his ring on his finger in all of his daily activities
✧ also loves to hold your hand to look at the ring on your finger only to follow with a soft kiss to the back of your hand too
jun: earrings
✧ maybe he’s a little more subtle with it
✧ but he finds earrings as an easy way to be connected with you, knowing you have the same pair
✧ all that matters to him is that it’s something that the two of you know about - and maybe others if they’re paying attention
hoshi: tiger phone cases
✧ ofc you support his tiger agenda and one day he just surprises you with matching tiger print phone cases
✧ falls a little more in love with you when you don’t hesitate to swap your current case with it LOL
✧ loves taking mirror selfies where you can see your cases and as the two of you make the tiger claw hand gesture
✧ if you’re with literally anyone else together, he’ll just grab both of your phones to go “look!”
wonwoo: headphones
✧ thought of this because he games but headphones are also pretty necessary in general
✧ you each pick sticker packs and you place some stickers on your own pair
✧ then you swap headphones and fill up the rest of the negative space of each other’s :’)
woozi: pajamas
✧ he’s someone who’s also very lowkey methinks
✧ he doesn’t feel the need to flaunt his relationship too much, or go out on his rest days either
✧ he likes the moments you have just between the two of you and pajamas are a cute way to still have that
✧ whether you’re cuddling on the couch or just walking around the house, his heart is content seeing your matching home outfits
seokmin: shoes
✧ just felt like this would be soooo cute with him
✧ it gives you both freedom with your outfits and individual styles but anyone looking at you two together would know that you’re dating
✧ he love love loves taking those pictures of your matching shoes
✧ maybe he even takes a short video for his story and you can tell he’s happy in it because he can’t stop his feet from doing a little dancey dance
mingyu: hoodies
✧ adores seeing the two of you matching so obviously in the reflection of windows, mirrors, etc. when the two of you are out
✧ takes so so many pictures of you two
✧ you definitely have more than one matching hoodie
✧ will fall in love with you more if matching couple clothes was your idea first LOL
minghao: nails
✧ i had to, i HAD TO, just imagine the two of you with the prettiest hands ever
✧ maybe he lets you pick a color first and then he’ll pick a second to complement it aaa
✧ and even if you aren’t too much of a nail person, maybe you just get one nail painted with a little image or design to match the color scheme of his
✧ also imagine the intimacy of painting each other’s nails and he’s holding your hand close to his face and blowing on your nails to dry them
seungkwan: bracelets
✧ the two of you make your matching bracelets at one of those shops meant for dates
✧ i just know he would try so hard !! to make yours so pretty
✧ his heart ACHES when you find these 2 bear charms to represent the two of you (so you can have a little bear of each other)
✧ “this one’s me and this one’s you, don’t you think?”
vernon: beanies
✧ he’s always giving you his beanies when it’s cold out anyway
✧ then on this day he’s shopping and he can’t pick between 2 options (they’re both the same 2 colors but in different combinations)
✧ vernon just gets both and lets you pick the one you like more
✧ he knows you’ll look good in either one :)
chan: crewneck/hoodie-sweatpants-set
✧ this is various things but here me out, he’s a dancer and he probably has a good amount of athleisure
✧ sometimes you visit him during his solo dance practices and he likes to try to convince you to dance with him
✧ one day you stopped by without the intention to dance and he just casually pulls out the set for you that coincidentally matched with his
✧ he’s so giddy when you change. so so many recordings of you dancing together (regardless of how coordinated the two of you actually are) and mirror selfies to capture your outfits
this isn't funny anymore. i am IN LOVE
౨ৎ pranks — csc
synopsis you try a prank on seungcheol but his reaction is not what you were expecting. pairing seungcheol x reader genre fluff word count 0.6k hani’s note guys…..the way i saw this tiktok and sprinted to get it written omg.
the video began tuning out as you stared into space, thinking of how seungcheol would react if you tried it on him. just thinking about it makes you feel giddy inside so you run to the vanity to grab a perfume bottle.
seungcheol was no stranger to your little tricks. and you’d think he would be used to them by now and know when they were coming but sometimes he is absolutely clueless.
“seungcheol! can you come here, please?” it’s not long before you start hearing footsteps padding across the floorboards until you see seungcheol’s face poke over the other side of the wall.
he doesn’t step into the room, more so just kind of hiding behind the wall as he pouts, “why are you calling me that?”
oh, boy.
“calling you what? come inside,” playing along, you walk over to pull him inside by his soft hand but he doesn’t budge.
seungcheol crosses his arms, muscles bulging in the polo shirt and stands firm, “i’m not coming inside until you call me properly…”
you huff sarcastically before giving in, “cherry, come on!”
beaming at the nickname, he finally walks towards you. he eyes the perfume bottle in your hand, gesturing at it with his eyes.
“i bought this online, thinking the scent would be floral but it’s not to my taste…smell it,” you spray the perfume into the air between you both and he watches, “can you smell that?”
“hm?” he tilts his head at your question.
“smell it, cherry.”
he leans in to the area where you sprayed and as seungcheol is doing as asked, you lean forward too, placing your hand on his cheek and kissing his slightly pouted lips.
to say he was surprised is an understatement. seungcheol starts giggling after you pull away, almost hysterically.
this was not the reaction you were expecting. okay, you expected him to just smile at you, and call you mischievous, expected him to tell you ‘i knew you would do this, can’t trick me, doll’. but he’s giggling? like an innocent child?
as you watch him go silent after a bit, you don’t notice yourself smiling, your cheeks hurting. you just watch him as he laughs every now and then to himself, fiddles with his fingers, struggling to make eye contact with you.
you slowly trudge over to where he’s slumped against the wall, mumbling ‘you got something here’ and wiping his face as if he’s actually got a little something on his face (he doesn’t). when you press a finger to his chest, he looks down at it and you take the chance to kiss him again.
ah, there he goes again, giggling like a schoolgirl. he’s adorable in this moment, you might just explode seeing him like this.
after some more giggling, seungcheol calms down and his big hands finds purchase on your waist, “i have to tell you something.”
you stare at him with curiosity. he’s not going to tell you that he knew, is he? nah, there’s no way he knew if that was his reaction.
“mhm, go ahead. what is it?”
“i…um, i kind of have a crush on you…” he trails off, voice getting quieter on the last few words and eyes fleeting around the room.
oh.
“we’ve been dating for so many years, baby,” you deadpan and the look he gives you makes you burst out in laughter.
there’s this fondness in his beautiful eyes as he watches you laugh your heart out. with one hand on the nape of your neck, he pulls you closer, tucks your head under his chin and laughs with you, chest vibrating and laughter filling the room.
seungcheol sighs into your hair, “you and your silly little pranks.”
“silly little pranks for my silly little cherry,” you sway side to side until you both stumble onto the bed and seungcheol holds you tighter.
seungcheol doesn’t think he could ever let you go.
lean on me | choi seungcheol
SYNOPSIS. in which comfort should never be this hard to ask for, especially knowing that your boyfriend would give up the entire world for you either way. PAIRING. choi seungcheol x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, hurt/comfort, lil angst WARNINGS. mentions n descriptions of depression n reader struggling with it, cheol lifts up reader's shirt a lil to touch them (nothing sexual abt it, just purely for intimacy), terms of endearment, kissing, all the dialogue is literally from cheol lol, very self-indulgent sorry :< WORD COUNT. 1.8k
notes: the cuddly boyfriend in bed chronicles w cheol continues! anyway this is written purely for comfort for my lovely @bookyeom <3 honestly i've been writing a lot of hurt/comfort lately which i love (and need) ugh, so i hope u guys find some comfort in it too 💓
Time seems to stand still when it happens again𑁋the emptiness, the weight of it all pressing down on your chest. It begins as a subtle shift, imperceptible at first, like the soft whisper of a breeze before a storm, until it grows into a deafening roar and becomes the only thing you can hear.
It's as if you hear everything and nothing at once, see the scenes play around you but the colours are mute, touch the world but its textures are rough, taste the air but its flavour is a metallic tang to your tongue.
You could claim you're simply sad; perhaps, it's easier to say that instead of the monstrously ugly word of depression. You hate it. You hate the way it shrinks and folds you into a smaller, duller version of yourself. It steals the vibrancy from your eyes, the cadence from your voice, and the lift at your lips. It steals you away from yourself, and each time you manage to get away you feel like you can breathe again, but then the tide rolls back in, and you're drowning again.
Struggling to stay afloat has been getting a lot harder these days.
A few soft knocks draws your eyes open, and the abrupt quietness of your bedroom suddenly feels more safer than ever. The knocks come back again, a bit louder this time, a raspy groan leaving your lips as you attempt to tightly squeeze your eyes shut like the sounds were just a figment of imagination. But then they happen again, and you somehow deduce the urge to chuck your pillow away and sit up in bed instead.
You barely process the feeling of your feet reaching the bedroom floor below. It's somewhere between the hours of six in the evening and three in the morning, you think. The cold hitting your skin and the dark skies outside the windows don't really help at all.
God, your body felt so weak right now since you've hardly eaten the entire day, and each step you took felt like a hot poker burning into your skin. The knocking seems to grow more insistent the closer you got to the door, and it takes an eternity for you to finally reach out for it with a clammy hand. And slowly, hesitantly, you flips the locks and push it open, allowing the door to swing open into the dimly lit hallway beyond.
Seungcheol is standing there, breathless like he had just run a marathon with small beads of sweat and strands of hair clinging to his forehead. The only source of light coming from the overhead hallway light shines down on him like a spotlight.
"You... You weren't answering my calls all day," he says quickly, voice wavering and heavy. "I came here as fast as I could after work and I..."
His voice trails off when his gaze roam over you, from your tightly tied lips and eyes red-rimmed and glassy, to the tremor in your hands at your side.
He doesn't wait another moment, taking only two long strides inside your apartment before encasing you into his arms and bringing you into his chest. Somewhere in between that he also manages to close the door behind too, and it's just the two of you now in your place.
You stay like that for a while, not entirely sure for how long, but just enough that his warmth is able to seep through the crevices of your body and nudge so gently at something in your chest𑁋your heart.
"It came back again, didn't it?" Seungcheol asks quietly, voice a low murmur against your ear.
There's a small sniffle, then a weak nod, and all he could do is hold you tighter just from that alone.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he continues softly. "Or... do you want me to just hold you?"
He feels the way your fingers dig into the fabric of his hoodie a bit more tightly. That's all he needs to know before he's pulling away and dragging you into your bedroom. He does it all like it's normal routine to do this𑁋to simply hold you in his arms because he knows sometimes words are not enough.
Seungcheol is holding you a bit more tighter than you notice, arms encircled around your body with your head resting against his chest. It's not a suffocating grip, but tight enough to convey the emptiness he felt from not having you in his arms for the entire day.
His fingers trace soft patterns on your back through the fabric of your shirt. Yet you feel as they dip a little lower, your shirt lifting a little higher, and then the feeling of his fingertips barely grazing your back makes you let out quiet, contented sigh.
Seungcheol hesitates for a moment, then whispers, "Can I touch you under here?"
You nod meekly, leaning more instinctively into his touch. His hand continues its tentative roam under your shirt, mapping over the skin of your back so delicately and lightly. It isn't the first time he's done this, however the intimacy of just being so close to him𑁋to a man you call comfort, a man you call home𑁋makes this feel a little more than just okay.
He feels the goosebumps that form from his touch and the way you tense up just slightly before relaxing. A small smile forms at his lips, and he presses a kiss to the top of your head.
Seungcheol thinks he can hold you like this forever.
Perhaps it's a bit of a stretch, or a glimpse into a future that seems uncertain, but it's far from a lie. It isn't just because you melt so perfectly into his arms, or knowing he's the only one in the world who gets to do this (which, admittedly, makes his heart swell with pride), it's more than that. It's the fact that you trust him enough to let him in. It's the way you lean into his touch, knowing that in his arms, you are safe, and he would do anything to protect you.
"You're strong, you know that?" he whispers softly. "Stronger than you give yourself credit for. That's what I admire so much about you. Even when it feels like the world is crashing down, you still find the strength to keep going. Opening your eyes in the morning makes you strong, or just... letting me hold you right now. That takes strength. You're so, so strong, baby."
You don't respond, but your breathing steadies against his chest, a sign that his words are sinking in, even if just a little. And that's okay. It's a process, one that he is more than willing to be patient for, one that he is more than willing to walk alongside you through.
"You're always my first priority," Seungcheol murmurs, voice barely above a whisper as he holds you close and his fingertips dance along your spine, sending shivers of warmth down your back that mingle with the familiar comfort of his touch. "You can lean on me𑁋please lean on me. When this happens I don't want you to shut me out, okay? Anything but that."
His words seem to crack the dam holding back your tears, heat prickling at the corner of your eyes as you bury your face more into his chest. A choked sob escapes your lips, the sound muffled by Seungcheol's shirt, and a momentary surge of shame courses through you.
"Let it out," he reassures gently. "It's okay. You're okay. I've got you."
And that’s what you do𑁋you let go in his arms. Seungcheol hears the way you seem to quiet down after a few minutes, feeling the way you adjust in his hold to roll right next to him on the bed. Your bedroom is dark, with the only light coming from the dim lamp on your bedside table, but it's the first time all day he catches a close glimpse of your face.
His hand slowly leaves its spot from under your shirt and reaches over to cup your face lightly, affectionately, lovingly. His mouth forms into a small pout when he sees the way you're darting your eyes away from him.
"Hey, precious," Seungcheol says warmly, brushing his thumb across a stray tear rolling down your cheek. "Look at me, love."
There's a flicker of hesitation in your pupils. You know you look like an absolute mess right now: messy hair, with red-rimmed, puffy eyes, and tear stains marking your cheeks. But Seungcheol just smiles, a little sight of his dimple showing, and you can't help but weakly smile back. It stretches across your face, chasing away a bit of the tightness that had settled there.
"There we go, baby," he murmurs proudly. "That's the beautiful face I know and love. You're so pretty."
His tender gaze roams all over your face, from the vulnerability in your eyes and down to your slightly chapped lips that he's been aching to kiss all day, but that can wait for a little bit. For a moment, he feels something catch in his throat, and maybe his heart stutters a little too.
"You know," he starts, pressing his lips together in contemplation. "I... I think I can look at you forever."
He watches the way your eyes widen ever so slightly at his words, surprise flickering across your features. For a moment, he fears that he might have overstepped, swearing that he senses you crawl into your shell for just a second. But then he sees the way your expression softens, the corners of your lips curling up in a small, shy smile, and he knows he hasn't.
"Sorry, I-I didn't mean to say that right away, I just..." Seungcheol pauses, his cheeks flushing slightly as he searches for the right words. "I've been thinking about you a lot lately. I mean, I always do, but right now, I think𑁋no, I really want to love you for... a very long time, and I want to do it properly because you deserve nothing less."
His words embrace you like a warm blanket, like a slender tendril of hope weaving around you, and you could simply only stare at him. This time, you let your own eyes wash over him. You trace the outline of his jaw, the small beauty marks dotting the familiar curve of his neck, the vulnerability in his eyes mirroring your own, before settling on his lips and swiftly back up to his warm, affectionate gaze.
Seungcheol feels his own breath hitch from that alone, and the next moment, he's kissing you so sweetly, lips moving against yours carefully and unhurried. Your eyes close right away, and you feel his warm hand drift back under your shirt to bring you back in his hold as if he's trying to rid of any space that was left.
I think, You don't let your gaze waver away from him when the kiss breaks and nothing but small smiles wears on both of your faces. I want to love you for a very long time too, Choi Seungcheol.
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I have to say that having frequent, consistently good sex has been absolutely life changing for me. Anxiety? Gone. Body image issues? Gone. Abs? Shredded. But to be fully honest, the best part is that I literally do not give a shit about anything else anymore.
'Wow Z, you seem so relaxed. Aren't you worried about your performance review tomorrow?'
Honestly Linda? I'm too busy thinking about being face down in a pillow later.
Another, slightly more unexpected, side effect to regular fucking is my... shall we say... attitude adjustment. I don't exactly have a 'sweet spirit'. My nickname as a child was prickles if that tells you anything. But now? I'm helping old ladies across the street. I'm volunteering to take my mother shopping on my days off. I'm baking cookies and sniffing roses and smiling like an idiot the whole time.
I am so well dicked that I have become a pleasant person.