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omg! This is the anon that asked about NCT wish!
May I request anything something cute n fluffy with Either Sion or Riku or Yushi? :)
*✧・゚: *✧・゚: i don´t hate u ✧
. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋsummary A study group, a quiet library, and someone who seems to hate you too much. Riku was always distant, until the looks last longer, the explanations become closer, and the tension is no longer just awkwardness.
. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋpairing student!riku x student!fem!reader
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋgenre fluff & agnst?, enemies to (almost) lovers, high school au
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋwarnings tension, light physical contact, intense gazes, reader insecurity/awkwardness, explicit consent, open ending
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋwc 1.3k
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋnote hii everyone!! sorry but i was trying to relax during my holidays.. it was my birthday and other stuff but i wanted to write something again bc i miss u!! hope u like it, i tried my best. i didnt revised it, and it probably has mistakes and other things.. srry
“Sorry, am I late?” you asked worriedly as you sat down at the library table.
After constantly failing simple high school tests, you decided to take action and change your deplorable situation: you joined a study group. It's just fun enough that you don't want to leave, and you get along with most of the group, except for one person.
Riku.
hello just wanna say i LOVE your flufftober writings they make me feel so warm and fuzzy 🤍
hiiii. tysm for reading it!! i really appreciate it 😭💗
heyy i want to request a jeno imagine where both are idols who broke up a while ago but are still in love(broke up due to schedule, initiated by jeno) and like they meet in award show our smthg where they reconcile (ex to lovers type with angst and fluff)
*✧・゚: *✧・゚: we met again ✧
. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋsummary when works gets hard, you two broke up. but months later, you see a new oportunity to try again
. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋpairing idol!jeno x idol!fem!reader
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋgenre fluff & agnst
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋwarnings broke up, pet names, mentions of sadness
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋwc 1.9k
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋnote hiii, i loved this rq when i read it. i loved the prompt, and i started to write it as soon as you send it!! tysm for requesing, i really appreciate it. i tried my best, its something kinda short, but i got fun while doing it. enjoyy it and i hope you like it. and lastly, happy new year to everyone 💗💞
There were two things in your life that you fought for: your work and love.
You loved the stage, the ovations from the audience, singing, dancing—everything about being an idol was your passion. Ever since you were little, you watched groups performing at the annual awards shows on the small TV in the living room, or since you got your first computer and watched music videos on repeat. You always knew that was your thing, that you would dedicate yourself to it.
And love. Not just romantic love, but also the love you feel for your friends, family, and yourself. You loved that feeling that blossomed so beautifully in your chest. And you always fought to feel it and for the people who made you feel it.
And when you met Jeno, who was the combination of those two things, something you didn't know could make sense did.
You met on the first snowfall of winter. During one of those music shows where idols go to promote themselves. Your groups had just made a comeback around the same time, so you were there to promote them. He approached you to do a dance challenge to his song, and when he touched your shoulder to get your attention, the spark that came out completely melted you in front of him.
From there, it all happened too fast, even though it took a few months. As the end-of-year awards were approaching, they saw each other more often, either on the big screen focusing on the stage or behind the scenes.
They never really made it official, as is usually done; it was simply like a bubble slowly rising from the bottom of the sea until it reached the surface. Perhaps it was their first kiss, or when they said “I love you” for the first time, but they didn't have a set date when they became a couple. However, neither of them dared to say that they weren't a couple.
You had a connection that was so unique and magical.
The way you understood each other, the way every glance formed a bridge between you, no matter how far apart you were, just the sight of him was enough to make you feel loved. And when things got tough, he was there, supporting you. And you did the same.
But one day, things got too difficult. Your popularity skyrocketed in an instant, filling your schedule with too many things. You were part of a medium-high popularity group, but the last month had been crazy: interviews, presentations, other activities, some more fun than others. And when you got home, you just slept and forgot to say “good night.”
At first, they thought it was just temporary, that it was more of a blessing than a curse. He was so happy for you. He made time in both of your schedules. He brought takeout and showed up at your apartment as soon as you got home from your exhausting day.
“How was your day?” he asks as he opens the paper bag. You rest your head on the back of the sofa, showing how tired you are. “Horrendous. I was camping all day for a YouTube channel video. It was hot, and they had forgotten half the water in the truck.” He laughs at your misfortune, not to mock you, but to lighten the mood, and it's contagious.
You grab the first thing you can reach and put it in your mouth. You just want to eat and go to bed, so you can wake up and do another exhausting schedule that will lead to the same or worse results.
Things usually end with you curled up in bed, his hands tangled in your hair, until you fall asleep peacefully and completely. Sometimes he falls asleep with you too, or he just waits a while and leaves your apartment quietly.
This was your routine for a couple of weeks, until something new hit your relationship: NCT Dream's comeback. If it was already difficult to squeeze into the gaps in your schedules with Jeno recording and practicing choreography, now with him promoting, it would be mission impossible.
But they didn't want to give up, because their love was stronger than this, much stronger. It would just be a bad episode in their relationship, a thorn in their side, a speck of dust in their eye. But if there's anything stronger than all that, it's time, the passage of time.
They didn't see each other every night, usually every other day, or two days in a row if everything was going well. But now? They would go up to four days without seeing each other, or even writing to each other. There is no time, no space between you two. You didn't like not hearing from him, or him not hearing from you. Sometimes you stayed up late to see if he would write to you, or if he would reply to your messages, but there was nothing.
But it was becoming more and more obvious, and more and more lasting. Although both of their promotions were over, the distance was not. Their schedules were still just as busy and suffocating, but there was something else that was slowly killing them.
The last straw was not seeing each other for over a month. A month without a kiss, without a hug, without hearing or saying “I love you,” without his gaze, without his love. The messages are vague and sparse, simply dryly describing their activities or some other relevant thing. But they tasted like nothing, like emptiness.
And there was an idea that began to bubble up inside you: to end the relationship. You couldn't take it anymore, you were building a house where no one lived.
You don't have to ask where he is, you know, not by instinct, but because you see him on the group's social media, you don't ask him because you know he can't answer you.
You enter the place, and since you're an idol, no one is surprised by your presence. You go to where you know he is. He sees you in the distance, and for the last time, a bridge is created by his gaze. He approaches you eagerly, and it hurts you so much to see the smile on his face, knowing that when you leave, his expression will be so different.
“Hello, angel, it's so nice to see you.” “Jen, we need to talk.”
Something between you is severed with that sentence.
“I'm sorry, but I don't think this can go on any longer. It's time to prioritize this…” You feel like you want to cry, but you're also trying to fight back the lump in your throat so you can get the words out. “I love you, I want you by my side, but this is hurting us.” “Yes, I understand,” she says as she takes a deep breath and walks away.
You leave, and when you turn around, you let it all out. Your cheeks get wet with every step you take. You can't believe those words came out of your mouth after almost three years of relationship. You leave love behind, you leave the love of your life just a few feet away from you, right before he goes on stage. It was cruel, yes, but it was crueler to lose him little by little, and it would have been worse to let what you had die like a wilted rose. That would have destroyed you.
With each passing day, autumn arrives. The streets turn orange, the winds intensify, the temperatures drop. And you, like the leaves on the trees, are drying up, or at least your heart is. Because on the outside, you project the image of a perfect idol, with smooth skin, a radiant smile, and dazzling aesthetics. But on the inside, on the inside, you are dragging yourself along while bleeding out.
Sometimes you run into Jeno at an event, but you always avoid him. No contact, physical, verbal, or visual. Just indifference.
It's not that you can do it. You know that as soon as you make contact, you would run into his arms for comfort and affection. But just when everything becomes easier to bear, the award ceremonies scratch at your back.
You don't want to go. You don't want to sit near him and have to see him there. You don't want to see him on stage live because the last time you did, you two were together, as you should be.
You knew it would hurt your soul to see him again, it would be like reliving everything you did together, but now nothing is the same, because between you two there is nothing but memories and nostalgia. A feeling that can bring you happiness and bring old memories to life, or it can pull things out of the drawer you keep locked, a key you threw into the sea, but nostalgia makes the waves bring it back to shore.
But you have to do it, because it's work. So there you are, in high heels, with impeccable hair and makeup, wearing an outfit that your stylist swears will be trending after the event, posing for the cameras with your colleagues.
Fortunately, you're seated far away from your ex's group, so you can enjoy the ceremony a little more. And the stars align so that their performances are back-to-back, so they can't enjoy watching them. They only see each other when their group is called on stage to receive an award, and then another. And he sees you when your group is called to receive an award.
But it's not until after the ceremony, backstage, that you come face to face. You're a few feet apart, your bodies drawn to each other magnetically, and you unconsciously move closer. You hesitate to speak to him, wondering if it's really worth easing the tension that could honestly be cut with scissors.
“Congratulations,” you break the ice. “What? Sorry?” “Congratulations. Two awards. That's great.”
You both smile, awkwardly, but you smile. But despite that, despite talking, you feel a great distance. Why is it that when he's next to you, that's when you feel him furthest away?
You wet your lips, thinking about how to keep a conversation going without looking like a fool.
“How's everything going?” he asks. “Fine,” you laugh, trying to sound calm. “Everything's much quieter. How about you?” “Great. Everything's much quieter too.” “I'm glad to hear it,” you smile at him. “In the end, it was just a busy period, right?” “Yes, absolutely. Maybe what I did was a very hasty decision,” you confess. But he doesn't agree with you; he understood what you did. “I don't think so. I think it was for the best. It was good for me. If we had ignored it, I think we would have ended up worse off than we were.”
You sigh, partly in relief, partly to pause for a moment. Things weren't so bad after all. Maybe you just needed this conversation to move forward a little.
“Hey,” he calls out to you. “Now that that's over, do you think we can give it another shot?”
How long you waited for him to say that.
“We can't promise it will be easy,” you say. “Or that we'll always have time.”
He nods. It wasn't about going back to the way things were, it was about trying something new with all the pain still fresh.
“That's enough for me.” “Then yes.” “Okay. Then text me when you get home.”
hello!! do you write for nct wish?
yeessx i do. i write for all members of nct, not only for nct dream. also i can and i did write for others groups beside nct but i never posted something
hello there, i've been loving all your fluff oneshots 🥺 could you write one about how jeno reacts to you getting startled awake by thunder when you're sleeping? thank you 🩷
*✧・゚: *✧・゚: thunder ✧
. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋsummary you woke up in the middle of the night because of a thunder
. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋpairing lee jeno x fem!reader
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋgenre fluff
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋwarnings established relationship
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋwc 0.5k
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋnote hiii, well im back. im sorry but i needed like a little rest after all the flufftober thing. i was writting random things, but i didnt finished them, so i decided to do a request. hope u liked, and tysm for requesting!!
You wake up feeling agitated. Even though your body is cold, you're sweating as if it were the middle of summer. Your breathing becomes heavier as you try to calm down, but every loud clap of thunder sends shivers down your spine.
You lie on your back, facing away from your boyfriend, in the fetal position, clutching the blanket that wraps around your body. You turn around; he is fast asleep. Jeno is a very heavy sleeper; there could be a hurricane and he wouldn't even notice. But there is one thing that always wakes him up. You.
You think for a moment and decide that the best thing to do is to go to the kitchen to calm down so as not to disturb him, and then sneak back to bed and go back to sleep.
You get up and walk to the kitchen. The storm continues, the rain hitting the window and then falling softly and slowly. Your nerves and fear don't subside, so you decide to have a glass of water. You grab a glass, pour yourself some water, and when you turn around, you see a figure in the darkness, completely still.
He takes a few steps toward you, and thanks to the moonlight coming through the window, you realize it's Jeno.
“God, you scared me,” you say. “I'm sorry, I was worried when you didn't come back.”
He approaches you, trying to figure out why you're not in bed. At first, he thinks you're just thirsty, but he quickly realizes the real reason. Thunder rumbles in the distance and you jump in response. He reads that reaction and understands.
“Are you afraid of thunder?” he asks to confirm.
You nod somewhat embarrassed, avoiding eye contact, as it is considered childish to be scared of such things. You have slept together several times, but there has never been a storm like this before. He stands next to you and gently caresses your hand.
“Go back to bed, okay? If you want, hug me if that calms you down. And if you can't sleep, I can help distract you or something to calm you down while the storm passes. But I can't sleep peacefully knowing you're scared.”
You sigh, finding comfort in his words, always so sweet and understanding with any inconvenience that arises. You rest your head on his shoulder, and he moves his hand from stroking the back of your hand to brushing your hair.
Your heartbeat slows as you feel the warmth of his actions. It was like finding a cabin in the middle of a snowstorm with a lit fireplace.
“It's okay. Let's go back.”
He smiles. You put the glass down on the counter, and on the way to the bedroom his arms remain around you. You snuggle together under the blankets and pillows, and to your surprise, you fall asleep quickly. You don't understand how someone's arms can be the place where you feel safest in the whole world, but they are.
hi pauli ! did you dress up for Halloween at all? if so, what was ur costume, i'd love to hear
hiiii. yes i did. actually, i didnt celebrate Halloween until last year, so this is my second year celebrating it after a long time.
im a dancer, and at my dance studio you can come dressed up for halloween week and its really fun. on the 31st, i dressed up as Lilith pleasant from the sims 2 bc im a big fan of the sims saga. i even made the characteristic green diamond. then on saturdays morning i dressed up as britney spears in baby one more time, and that day i had a halloween party at night where i was going to dress up as nick from zootopia and my friend as judy hops, but she didnt went, so i dressed up as lilith again.
it was a good halloween weekend, im starting to enjoy halloween again. ty for asking btw
ok you’re really good at writing fluff
thank youu, im so happy that you think so. i put a lot of effort everytime i write, and knowing that you enjoy it makes me so happy 😁💞
what do you know about love?
*✧・゚: *✧・゚: what do you know about love✧
. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋsummary You’ve loved him in silence for years — Jeno, your best friend, your safe place, your almost. But now he’s with someone else, someone who doesn’t see him like you do.
. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋpairing nonidol!jeno x fem!reader
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋgenre fluff, angst, friends to lovers
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋwarnings emotional distress, jealousy, heartbreak, mentions of toxic relationship (Jeno x Giselle), Giselle is mean, angst with comfort, mutual pining, one bittersweet kiss
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋwc 4.4k
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋnote sooooo... first fic that i post in THIS acc. i started writting this a YEAR AGO, but then i started to write other fics (like semi´s one, if you didnt read it, RUN). it was almostinished, but i never did it, and i recently finish it, so here is it. in my personal opinion, ive improved A LOt since i started writting this, so if you see something weird or bad writting im sorry. i tried to fix it, but i also wated to keep that spark of my first fic. ANYWAY, i talked a lot, and if you've read i apreciate it a lot. so enjoyy, love youuu
i really like and love your work!! it’s so comforting🥹
hiii, tysm for thiss. its so comforting for me the fact that you find my work that wayy 😭💞💞
flufftober
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flufftober 2025
🍂 .° ꩜ a whole month of soft, cozy, heart-melting moments with nct dream
🍂 .° ꩜ each day i’ll post a drabble based on a prompt from the list below. nothing complicated, just pure fluff and comfort
🍂 .° ꩜ reblog or like this post so you can follow along all october and catch each daily fluff
🍂 .° ꩜ now… here’s your flufftober masterlist! hope you enjoy it!
1.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪ Falling asleep on their shoulder → Jeno
2.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪Forehead kisses → Jisung
3.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪Cooking something simple together → Jaemin
4.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪Wearing your clothes → Haechan
5.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪“I don’t want you to leave yet” → Renjun
6.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪Night walk in the rain → Jaemin
7.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪Sharing headphones and listening to music → Mark
8.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪Handmade gift → Chenle
9.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪“You look so cute when you laugh” → Renjun
10.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪Taking a nap together → Jeno
11.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪Candid photos → Jaemin
12.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪Hair or neck massages → Jisung
13.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪Impromptu karaoke at home → Chenle
14.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪Holding hands while walking → Haechan
15.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪“Don’t let go of me” → Jisung
16.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪Breakfast in bed → Jaemin
17.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪Silent caresses → Mark
18.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪Stargazing together → Renjun
19.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪“I saved the last bite for you” → Haechan
20.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪Taking a bubble bath together → Jeno
21.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪Hidden letters or notes → Mark
22.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪Board games or card games → Jisung
23.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪“Stay the night” → Jaemin
24.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪Painting or drawing together → Renjun
25.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪Taking care of each other when sick → Chenle
26.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪Small, cute jealous moments → Haechan
27.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪“I thought about you all day” → Mark
28.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪Taking pictures of them while they sleep → Chenle
29.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪Random future plans (ex: “when we get a dog…”) → Jeno
30.🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪Goodnight kisses → Haechan
31. 🎃 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪ Halloween with nct dream
I can't believe it's over. Once again, thank you all for your constant support. I really love you all. Every interaction, no matter how small, makes me very happy. I'm glad you liked it, but even more glad that you showed it.
Thank you again. I hope to write more often in the future.
Tomorrow my first fic (on this account) will be released. I'm a little excited, I hope you like it.
✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊Halloween with nct dream✧
ᓚᘏᗢ pairing nct dream (ot7) x fem!reader
ᓚᘏᗢ genre fluff
ᓚᘏᗢ warnings stablished relationship, mentions of parties, light teasing, a bit of jealousy if you squint your eyes a bit
ᓚᘏᗢ note tysm for everything, i hope that you enjoyed this as much as i did. i love you. happy halloween :D
ᓚᘏᗢ flufftober masterlist
✃𓄧 mark lee ꒷꒦
🕸- Mark loves the Halloween atmosphere because it combines three things he loves: creativity, candy, and a little bit of music. He's not one to make elaborate costumes, but this year he agreed without hesitation when you suggested doing something as a couple: Peter Pan and Tinker Bell. He said he liked the idea because, in his words, “you're literally my fairy, you know?” and he let you take care of the details.
The afternoon is filled with laughter, flour, and sugar as they bake bat- and ghost-shaped cookies. Mark, who takes everything in stride, ends up with more icing on his face than on the cookies themselves.
“Stop laughing, I'm trying my best!” he protests, but the smile on his lips gives him away.
When night falls, they go for a walk around the neighborhood with orange lights illuminating the way. People look at them and smile when they recognize the costumes, and every time someone comments on what a cute couple they make, Mark squeezes your hand a little tighter.
Back home, they light a pumpkin candle and sit on the couch to eat the cookies that survived. He rests his head on your shoulder and whispers softly, “Can we make this a tradition? You, me, and a little bit of magic every year.”
✃𓄧 huang renjun ꒷꒦
🕸- Renjun prefers quiet Halloweens, without noisy parties or crowds. He likes the aesthetic side of things: dim lights, costumes with a story behind them, old movies, and that sort of thing. This year, he convinced you to do something more classic and artistic: vampire and Victorian maiden.
At first, you thought he wasn't taking it too seriously, but he takes makeup as seriously as any artist. With absolute concentration, he paints your neck with “fake bites” while you try not to move.
“Did you know that vampires were a symbol of repressed desire?” he says with a mischievous smile.
“What's that supposed to mean?” you ask, laughing.
“Nothing... just that I think the costume suits you too well.”
Later, you watch a black-and-white horror movie, covered up to your noses with a blanket. It's raining outside, and the reflection of the TV flickers in your eyes. At one point, without taking your eyes off the screen, you say quietly:
“I like that you're here. Even if the world outside is a little dark.”
✃𓄧 lee jeno ꒷꒦
🕸-Jeno swears he doesn't like dressing up, but everyone knows that in the end he'll do it just because you asked him to. You're his weakness, he says. After discussing ideas for a while, they end up deciding on Flynn and Rapunzel, and for some reason, the costume fits him perfectly. It's as if the world had designed your childhood crush and then you made him your boyfriend.
“I'll stand under the window and you'll have to help me climb up with your hair. I want to see if you're as good a Rapunzel as I am a good Flynn,” he says with a provocative smile. “Oh, really? What if I don't want to?” “I'll freeze to death outside. Or I'll climb up, no matter what.”
The night passes with laughter, jokes, and photos that will inevitably end up in both of your feeds. Later, as they hand out candy to the children in the building, Jeno leans toward you and whispers: “We should dress up together every year.”
“Why? Do you like seeing me as a princess?” “No. I like any excuse to have you close. And to do something together.”
✃𓄧 lee donghyuck ꒷꒦
🕸- Halloween is undoubtedly one of his favorite days of the year. He plans everything weeks (or months) in advance and convinces the whole group to dress up in matching costumes so they can go out together. This year, it's classic monsters, and you get to be Frankenstein and his bride. He spends the afternoon making you laugh as he puts on his makeup in front of the mirror, covered in green paint.
He's just silly. He has such a hard time making a fake scar that you end up doing it for him. Which turns out to be more difficult, because he can't stay still.
During the party, he keeps joking around and dragging you out to dance to every song. But when everyone leaves and the noise dies down, he sits with you on the floor, or anywhere else, he doesn't really care. And with his head resting on your legs, he just mumbles a few words while you stroke his hair.
“You know what I like about Halloween?” he asks, with a half-asleep smile. “That I can be a monster all day and you'll still stay with me.” “That's because you're my favorite monster,” you reply, and he gives you such a sweet look that your heart melts.
✃𓄧 na jaemin ꒷꒦
🕸- Jaemin sees Halloween as another opportunity to be romantic (and take cute photos of the two of you, obviously). His idea this year is to dress up as Romeo and Juliet, but in a modern, more casual version. When you ask him why, he says, “Because tragic love is still love — and we're the pretty kind.”
You spend the afternoon setting the stage for your photos: warm lights, fake petals, and a makeshift backdrop with a white sheet. Jaemin guides you tenderly, fixing your hair and telling you how to pose. But in the end, the best photos are the spontaneous ones, when you laugh or hug without planning it.
Maybe afterwards he'd like to go for a walk around the neighborhood to see the decorations. They also critique everyone else's costumes; no one is spared. But he sighs if they say something about his costume, like that it's not obvious at first glance.
When they're done, they sit in the doorway, watching the remaining Halloween lights flicker outside. “Can you imagine next Halloween?” he says, playing with your fingers. “What about it?” “I already have a costume in mind. But only if you're still my partner.”
✃𓄧 zhong chenle ꒷꒦
🕸- A bit chaotic, but very sweet if you think about it. That sums up Halloween with your boyfriend. He loves ridiculous costumes, fake screams, and pranks. This year he decided they would dress up as ghosts with white sheets, and although you protested at first, you ended up crying with laughter when the holes turned out crooked.
In the end, he didn't like it, so they went for a different kind of ghost. He did some makeup that maybe wasn't so scary, but it looked great.
They spend the night running around the house, bumping into furniture and scaring the neighbors through the peephole. “BOO!” he shouts, before tripping over you and falling to the floor laughing.
“This was a bad idea,” you say, laughing.
“The best bad idea,” he replies, with that smile that always disarms you.
Maybe you watch horror movies and get angry when the characters do something stupid. Also, if children come trick-or-treating, you scare them, but end up giving them a variety of candy as compensation.
“Promise me that next year we'll be just as silly.”
“Promise.”
✃𓄧 park jisung ꒷꒦
🕸- Jisung isn't a fan of scary things, so he chooses something innocent: Mavis and Johnny from Hotel Transylvania. You help him style his hair like the character's, using lots of hairspray, which means that by the end of the night his hair is completely frozen in place. You also spray some orange dye on it.
During the night, you'll probably go to some silly party organized by a friend of yours as an excuse to show off your costumes. When you arrive, they play a little joke on him, and he ends up getting scared like a little hamster.
You end up sitting on the couch waiting for the socially appropriate time to leave. He leans on your shoulder and says softly: “Maybe next year… we can be superheroes.” “Why?” “Because heroes aren't afraid of anything. But only if I'm with you.”
He ends up falling asleep within minutes, his head on your chest and a peaceful smile on his lips. So you just take him home. At first, they had said that when they got there, they would watch a scary movie, but he is so sleepy that the only logical option is to sleep. And by the way, when he woke up, his hair was still intact.
✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊ ࣪Goodnight kisses✧
ᓚᘏᗢ pairing haechan x fem!reader
ᓚᘏᗢ genre fluff
ᓚᘏᗢ wc 0.5k
ᓚᘏᗢ warnings established relationship
ᓚᘏᗢ note of course we had to close this flufftober with my boy haechan!! well, i have things to say kids.. thank you. like truly thank you. yhe support and the love that you gave last month its honestly CRAZY. so i hope you liked this flufftober and enjoyed as much as i did! love you and see you tomorrow
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The night had that kind of calm that only came when there was nothing left to do. The clock showed it was late, the hallway lights were off, and the whole apartment seemed enveloped in a sigh.
You were half asleep, curled up between the sheets, when you heard the faint sound of the door opening. You would recognize his footsteps anywhere: that calm, almost shuffling rhythm that revealed he was tired but happy to be there.
“I thought you were already asleep,” Haechan whispered, closing the door carefully.
You didn't say anything, just moved your head slightly on the pillow, your eyes half-open. He chuckled softly and left his cell phone on the nightstand before taking off his jacket and sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Were you waiting up for me?” he asked hoarsely, stroking your arm over the blanket.
“Just a little,” you admitted, still sleepy. “I don't like sleeping when you're not here.”
He paused for a moment, a smile escaping him unintentionally. His eyes were soft, his hair slightly tousled, and he had that way of looking at you that fascinates you, somewhere between playful and tender.
“That sounds too cute, you know?” he said softly, as if he didn't want to break the silence in the room.
He leaned in slowly, resting one hand on the bed next to your head. The air suddenly became warm, filled with the scent of his perfume and his breath close to you.
“Good night, baby,” he whispered, brushing your nose with his.
The first kiss was soft, barely a touch. But then he gave you another. And another. One on the forehead. One on the cheek. One on the tip of your nose. And one last one, right on the corner of your lips, which made you smile with your eyes closed.
“What was that for?” you asked, laughing.
“That's for luck. In case you wake up in the middle of the night and miss me,” he replied, settling down beside you. “Silly.”
He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close until your head rested on his chest. His heart beat slowly, setting a steady rhythm that lulled you to sleep.
“You know what?” he said after a while, his voice growing quieter. “I like this moment. When there's no noise, no rehearsals or performances, nothing. Just you and me.” “Me too,” you replied, barely moving your lips.
He stroked your hair, whispering that he loved you, so softly that it was almost drowned out by the sound of the fan. And just before falling asleep, he gave you one last kiss, the slowest of all, as if he wanted to stay there forever.
That night, sleep found you with the feeling of his arm around you and the memory of all those little kisses that, without saying much, said everything.
what do you know about love?
*✧・゚: *✧・゚: what do you know about love✧
. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋsummary You’ve loved him in silence for years — Jeno, your best friend, your safe place, your almost. But now he’s with someone else, someone who doesn’t see him like you do.
. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋpairing nonidol!jeno x fem!reader
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋgenre fluff, angst, friends to lovers
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋwarnings emotional distress, jealousy, heartbreak, mentions of toxic relationship (Jeno x Giselle), Giselle is mean, angst with comfort, mutual pining, one bittersweet kiss
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋwc 4.4k
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋrelease date november 1st, 2025
✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊Random future plans✧
ᓚᘏᗢ pairing lee jeno x fem!reader
ᓚᘏᗢ genre fluff
ᓚᘏᗢ wc 0.3k
ᓚᘏᗢ warnings stablished relationship
ᓚᘏᗢ note lowkey excited to this to end, writting a drabble everyday for a month is kinda exhausting... and also i wanted to add that the jeno in the picture i saw LIVE when i went to chile to see tds3
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They were lying on the sofa, each with their own phone, but not really doing anything. The afternoon had that slow Sunday feel, when the world seems to be suspended for a few hours.
Jeno was lying face down, his face buried in the cushion, and you had your legs over his. They didn't talk much, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable.
“You know what I was thinking?” he asked suddenly, in that calm voice he uses when he's too relaxed. “What?” you replied distractedly, without looking up. “When we get a dog, I'm not going to let you choose the name.” That was enough to make you look at him, half laughing. “Why not?” “Because I'm sure you'd name it something like ‘Choco’ or ‘Cloud’ or something that sounds cute but doesn't make sense,” he said, looking at you with one eyebrow raised. “What's wrong with that? They're adorable names.” “Yes, but I want it to have a name with character. Something like… ‘Bolt’. Or ‘Thor’.” “Jeno, you're not going to name a Pomeranian Thor.” He burst out laughing, rolling onto his back with such a satisfied expression that you wanted to throw a pillow at him. “Then let's get a golden retriever.” “What if we can't have a big one?” you asked. “Then we'll adopt two puppies to make up for it.”
Her tone was so natural that for a moment you forgot they were talking about the future. When we have a dog. We adopt. Everything in the plural.
“It sounds like you already have it planned out,” you said playfully, even though your heart was beating a little faster. “Of course I have,” he replied with a smile. “I already have the whole list: the dog, the house, the huge sofa where you'll fall asleep every night…”
“And you?” you asked, smiling without being able to help yourself. “I'll stay awake, watching you sleep and thinking that I've definitely won in life.”
Your smile broke into a mixture of laughter and tenderness. He leaned in, placing a hand behind your head, and kissed your forehead as if all of that—the house, the dog, the sofa, the plans—already existed.
✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊ ࣪Taking pictures of them while they sleep✧
ᓚᘏᗢ pairing zhong chenle x fem!reader
ᓚᘏᗢ genre fluff
ᓚᘏᗢ wc 0.3k
ᓚᘏᗢ warnings established relationship, light humor, sickness
ᓚᘏᗢ note cant believe that this is the last week...
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The afternoon had been more exhausting than expected. The two of them had spent the day together: they went out to eat, walked around for a while, laughed so hard that Chenle's stomach hurt, and when they finally got home, he threw himself on the couch saying something like “just five minutes.”
Five minutes that, of course, turned into half an hour.
He had one arm resting on his forehead, his tousled hair falling over his eyes, and the deep breathing of someone sleeping peacefully. The evening light streamed through the window and painted his face in warm tones, as if the sun had decided to stop just to look at him a little longer.
You sat down quietly beside him, watching him with a soft smile. Chenle asleep was a completely different version of himself. No loud laughter, no mischievous comments, no sparkle of his constant energy. Just calm.
You couldn't help but take out your cell phone. You hesitated for a few seconds, but then you smiled again. “Just one photo,” you whispered to yourself.
The click was so quiet that he didn't even move. And then another photo, and another. In one of them, his lips were slightly parted; in another, his hand was hanging off the armchair. There was no way not to melt.
Suddenly, you heard his voice, hoarse and sleepy.
“Did you just take a picture of me?”
The shock made you almost drop your phone. Chenle opened his eyes slightly with a crooked smile. “I knew you couldn't resist,” he joked, reaching out to grab your phone.
“No! Delete it, I don't look good when I'm asleep.” “Oh, no. This is my new profile picture,” you replied, laughing and moving the phone away from him.
He sat up with a half-smile and eyes still heavy with sleep.
“Only if you let me take one of you now.” “What? No, my hair's a mess.” But before you could move, he had already picked up the phone. “Too late,” he said, clicking his tongue triumphantly. “Now we're even.”
And so, amid soft laughter and feigned protests, they ended up with entire gallery of imperfect photos, full of affection and complicity.
you actually seem like the sweetest person ever sobs i love all ur flufftober stuff !!
OMG TY hehe, idk if thats true, i just try to expres s how i feel when people like what I do because it really makes me very happy and proud of myself.. 😁😁💞
and also thank you, i love that you like all my flufftober stuff. i admit that its a little bit tiring to write every day a short drabble, but i prefer writting than doing school things, so i wont complain..