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live laugh love

[whimsylilou]

[delicateviolets]

[flowerstogb]

tenho sentido coisas

[flowerstogb]

#HELLISATEENAGEGIRL

[flowerstogb]

I could change up my body and change up my face I could try every lipstick in every shade

But I’ll aways feel the same

Cuz pretty isn’t pretty enough anyway

[flowerstogb]

when pretty isn’t pretty enough, what do you do?

[flowerstogb]

hoje eu senti um pouquinho mais de saudade de chorar

[flowerstogb]

It catches me so bad when I think about the places I’ll never be, the houses I’ll never live, the clothes I’ll never wear, the cars I’ll never drive, the foods I’ll never try, the things I’ll never create, the languages I’ll never speak, the texts I’ll never send, the smells I’ll never feel, the movies I’ll never watch, the sports I’ll never play, the instruments I’ll never learn…

[flowerstogb]

everybody here thinks I’m fucking rude

[coconhovr]

ENTRY #11 𑣲 𝐊𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐇𝐎

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 ─── after your date, your feet starts hurting from your heels, so your strong bf carries you

★ bf ! keonho × fem!reader

word count ── 1.2k

˖᯽ ݁˖ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 coco speaking here! i love this concept SO FREAKING MUCH LIKE I HAD TO WRITE MORE FLUFF FOR KEONHO :((( HES SO CUTE I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM 𖧧 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

The restaurant doors closed softly behind you as you stepped out into the cool evening air, the sound of quiet laughter and clinking glasses fading behind you.

Night had fully settled in, the city glowing in warm lights. Street lamps painted the sidewalk gold, and the faint hum of cars passing by filled the comfortable silence between you and Keonho.

Your date had gone better than you expected.

Actually… perfectly.

Keonho walked beside you with that same bright smile he seemed to carry everywhere, his hands shoved loosely into the pockets of his jacket as he rocked slightly on his heels with every step. He looked almost boyish like this, like someone who couldn’t stop smiling even if he tried.

You had always thought he looked happiest when he was with you.

Which was why you had spent so long getting ready tonight.

Your outfit had taken forever to pick out, a soft dress that fit you just right, jewelry that caught the light when you moved, and the pair of heels you were now starting to regret wearing.

They looked amazing.

They just… didn’t feel amazing.

You tried not to show it as you walked down the sidewalk toward the parking lot, but each step sent a small ache through the arches of your feet.

You winced slightly.

Keonho noticed immediately, he always did.

His head tilted, eyes narrowing in curiosity as he looked down at your feet and then back up at you. “Are you okay?” he asked, voice light but observant.

You quickly straightened. “Yeah,” you said.

He hummed suspiciously. “You made a face.”

“I did not.”

“You definitely did.”

You tried to keep walking like nothing was wrong, but after another few steps the pain flared again and you slowed down just slightly.

That was all it took.

Keonho stopped walking.

You took two more steps before realizing he wasn’t beside you anymore.

Turning around, you found him staring at you with his arms crossed and a playful pout on his lips.

“You’re limping,” he said.

“I am not limping.”

“You are absolutely limping.”

You sighed, glancing down at your shoes. “…My feet hurt a little.”

Keonho raised an eyebrow, taking a quick glance at your heels before coming back to you. “A little?” he repeated.

“They just— they matched the outfit really well,” you defended weakly.

His expression softened instantly.

“Baby,” he said gently.

Before you could react, he crouched down in front of you.

You blinked. “What are you doing?”

He looked up at you with a grin that was far too mischievous. “Fixing the problem.”

And then suddenly, you were in the air.

A surprised yelp left your lips as Keonho scooped you up effortlessly, one arm under your knees and the other around your back.

Your hands immediately grabbed onto his shoulders.

“Keonho!”

He laughed, the sound was bright and boyish, echoing down the quiet sidewalk. “You said your feet hurt.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to carry me!”

“But it does,” he insisted proudly. He started walking toward the car like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Your face burned. “Put me down!”

“Nope.”

“People are looking!”

“Let them look.”

He seemed completely unfazed, smiling widely as he carried you across the parking lot like you weighed nothing at all.

You stared at him, slightly stunned.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m a gentleman,” he corrected proudly.

“You’re a menace.”

He laughed again, pulling you a little closer against his chest.

Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, your face only inches from his.

Up close like this, you could see the warmth in his eyes, that same happiness that always seemed to radiate off him.

“You know,” he said thoughtfully, “I didn’t know heels hurt this much.”

“I mean it depends,” you muttered. 

“But they still hurt right?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop smiling.

When he finally reached the car, he didn’t put you down right away.

Instead, he leaned you gently against the side of the car while still holding you.

“You’re lighter than I expected,” he said thoughtfully.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m complimenting you!”

“That was not a compliment.”

He grinned. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

“I’m not mad.”

“You’re a little mad.”

You huffed.

Before you could argue further, Keonho leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.

Your words died instantly.

He pulled back with the same innocent smile.

“There,” he said proudly. “Better.”

“You can’t just kiss me to win arguments.”

“Yes I can.”

Your face warmed again. “Keonho…”

He kissed you again.

This time it was slower, softer.

His lips brushed yours gently, lingering just long enough to make your stomach flutter before he pulled away.

“You’re really pretty tonight,” he murmured.

The softness in his voice made your chest ache. “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not,” he insisted.

His hand slid up your arm, fingers tracing gentle circles against your skin.

“I’ve been trying not to stare all night.”

You laughed quietly.

“You were staring.”

“I know.”

He didn’t even try to deny it.

His smile turned shy in that oddly boyish way he had sometimes.

“You looked so pretty I got nervous.”

“You?” you teased. “Nervous?”

“Hey,” he protested, lightly bumping his forehead against yours. “I get nervous around you.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is true.”

He pressed another quick kiss to your lips, and then another, and another.

They were soft, playful little pecks that made you laugh as you tried to push him away.

“Keonho—”

He kissed you again.

“Stop!”

He kissed your cheek.

“Okay okay,” he laughed when you finally shoved his shoulder lightly.

But his arms tightened around you again, pulling you back against him like he physically couldn’t help it.

He nuzzled his face into the side of your neck.

“You smell nice,” he mumbled.

“You’re acting like a puppy.”

“I know.” He didn’t even sound ashamed, if anything, he sounded proud.

After a moment he finally opened the passenger door and gently set you down on the seat.

Your feet immediately sighed in relief.

He crouched down beside the car.

“Give me your foot.”

“…What?”

“Your foot.”

“Why?”

“Just give it.”

Suspiciously, you lifted one foot slightly.

He carefully slid your heel off.

The relief was instant.

“Oh my god,” you sighed.

“Told you.”

“You’re never letting this go, are you?”

“Nope.”

He placed your heels neatly on the floor of the car before looking up at you with that same bright smile.

“You look happier already.”

Your heart squeezed a little.

“Thank you.”

He leaned up, resting his chin on the edge of the door.

“You know, you don’t have to carry me everywhere.”

“But it’s fun, plus I get to see your beautiful face closer.”

You laughed softly. “Don’t say it like that.”

“Why? I’m just showing my love and affection towards you.” He grinned.

“I love you.” The words slipped out so naturally that you barely realized you said them.

But Keonho froze, then his entire face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

“You do?”

You blinked.

“…Yes?”

He leaned forward quickly and kissed you again, this time deeper and slower, one hand cupping your cheek.

When he pulled back, he was practically glowing.

“I love you too,” he said.

Then he paused. “…Wait.”

You raised an eyebrow. 

“What?”

His grin returned.

“If your feet still hurt later…”

“…Yes?”

“I can carry you inside too.”

You groaned.

“Keonho.”

He laughed, closing the door before jogging around to the driver’s side.

And somehow, even with aching feet and ruined heels, you had never felt happier.

[coconhovr]

MS. INDEPENDENT AND MR. ACT OF SERVICE

seonghyeon ── IN WHICH , you who has always done everything, falls in love with a boy who shows love by quietly doing everything for her

BF!SEONGHYEON X FEM!READER ── .✦

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Y/n had always been independent.

Not in the loud, performative way people liked to romanticize, but in the quiet, ingrained way that came from years of relying only on herself. 

She carried her own bags, fixed her own problems, swallowed her stress whole and kept walking. She didn’t ask for help unless she absolutely had to. Even then, it came out clipped, awkward, almost apologetic.

So when she started dating Seonghyeon, she didn’t expect much to change.

She expected affection, sure, hand-holding, late-night calls, after school hangouts. She expected kisses stolen when no one was looking, physical touch, the warmth of knowing someone chose her.

What she didn’t expect was how gently he would dismantle her independence without ever making her feel weak for it.

It started small.

Too small to notice at first.

Like how he always walked on the outside of the sidewalk without saying anything. Or how he carried an extra charger in his bag “just in case,” and somehow it was always her phone that died. Or the way he wordlessly took her empty cup and refilled it when they studied together, setting it back down beside her like it had always belonged there.

Y/n noticed, but she brushed it off.

Seonghyeon was just… like that.

He was the type to smile without realizing it, lips curved up while his eyes crinkled softly, as if joy sat naturally on his face. He laughed easily, openly, head tipping back, shoulders shaking, then immediately got shy when he realized how loud he’d been.

His expressions betrayed him constantly. Every emotion flickered across his face before his brain could filter it.

He was silly in a way that felt effortless. Jokes slipping out of him mid-conversation, playful nudges, teasing comments followed by a sheepish grin. But underneath all that was something steady. Thoughtful. Observant.

And deeply, deeply devoted.

One afternoon, Y/n was sprawled across her bed, laptop balanced precariously on her knees as she typed furiously. 

Her brow was furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line, fingers flying over the keyboard like she was racing someone unseen.

Seonghyeon sat beside her with his legs crossed, pretending to scroll on his phone.

Pretending, because in reality, he was watching her.

He noticed the way her shoulders tensed the longer she worked. How she forgot to breathe properly when she concentrated. How she hadn’t moved in over an hour.

Without a word, he slipped off the bed.

She didn’t notice until a familiar scent, warm coffee, lightly sweet, drifted into the room.

She looked up just as he returned, holding a mug out to her with both hands like it was something precious.

“You forgot this,” he said softly.

“I didn’t—” she started, then stopped when she realized her cup had been empty. “…Thanks.”

He smiled, pleased in that quiet way of his, and sat back down. Then, just as casually, he reached out and gently tugged the blanket up around her legs.

She froze.

“…You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” he replied simply, his eyes still on his phone, but his ears were red.

Moments like that kept happening.

Seonghyeon tying her shoelaces when they came undone, mumbling, “Hold still,” like it was the most natural thing in the world. Seonghyeon setting reminders for her deadlines. Seonghyeon packing snacks he knew she liked and pretending it was coincidence.

And always checking in.

“Did you eat?”

“Are you tired?”

“Want me to walk you home?”

She said no half the time.

He stayed anyway.

One evening, rain poured down unexpectedly, soaking the pavement and blurring the city lights into soft halos. Y/n stood under an awning, arms crossed, staring at the downpour with mild annoyance.

“I can walk,” she said when Seonghyeon held his jacket above both of them.

“You can,” he agreed. Then smiled, “But I can also hold this.”

She rolled her eyes, but didn’t move away as he draped the jacket over her shoulders instead, carefully adjusting it so it covered her completely.

They walked like that, pressed close, his arm snug around her waist, her fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie. Rain pattered around them, the world shrinking into something soft and intimate.

Halfway there, she stopped.

Seonghyeon turned instantly. “What’s wrong?”

“…Why do you do all this?” she asked quietly.

He blinked.

Then he laughed a little, shy and breathy. “Because I love you?”

She stared at him, something warm and unfamiliar swelling in her chest.

Later that night, curled up together on the couch, her head resting against his shoulder, y/n finally let herself relax fully. Seonghyeon’s hand traced lazy patterns along her arm, thumb brushing over her skin in slow, comforting motions.

She shifted, turning to face him. “Can I just say something?”

Seonghyeon hummed. “What is it baby?”

“You know, I’m not used to being taken care of.” she murmured.

His smile softened immediately.

“I know.”

She leaned closer. “But… I think I like it. When it’s you.”

His cheeks flushed pink.

“Yeah?” he asked, voice quiet.

She nodded.

He leaned in first, hesitant, gentle, until their lips met in a soft kiss that tasted like comfort and warmth. It lingered, unhurried, his hand sliding to cup her cheek as if she might disappear.

When they pulled apart, he pressed a quick kiss to her forehead.

“My strong girl,” he whispered, teasing affection woven into the words.

She laughed softly and kissed him again, this time deeper, surer, arms wrapping around his neck as he pulled her into his lap like it was instinct.

Maybe she was independent.

But loving Seonghyeon meant learning that letting someone care for you wasn’t weakness.

Sometimes, it was just love, expressed in quiet acts, warm hands, and a boy who showed it every single day. 

[snoopyoftheday]

snoopy of the day

[flowerstogb]

It catches me so bad when I think about the places I’ll never be, the houses I’ll never live, the clothes I’ll never wear, the cars I’ll never drive, the foods I’ll never try, the things I’ll never create, the languages I’ll never speak, the texts I’ll never send, the smells I’ll never feel, the movies I’ll never watch, the sports I’ll never play, the instruments I’ll never learn…

[flowerstogb]

I said: “it was while you were sleeping”

[flowerstogb]

que sorte a nossa, hein…

[flowerstogb]

baby, I love you

dot, dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot

[remanence-of-love]