Hi! May I have a written personality MTL ship, please? I'll send the names of the guys I want through PM. I'm a girl who may come off as slightly haughty, but is generally a talkative and curious person who loves discussion. It's also very easy for me to cry, either because of a movie or when I'm mad or overwhelmed. I'm not good with tangible gifts to show how much I love someone, so I show it through words or actions. I'm also a worrywart and it messes with my stomach often. In my friend group, I tend to be the more chatty, curious one who looks out for others and tries to connect with everyone in the group. I don't always assume leader positions in group settings, but I can take the wheel when it's called for. Also, I consider my intuition rather strong but that's also because at times I can be a good observer. I consider myself pretty talented in writing or singing. I also have a background in debate which would be a boosting factor to my public-speaking skills. I can also rap to a degree, and I like lyric-writing. As extra info, my ideal date is stargazing while perhaps holding a small picnic as I get to talk and laugh with my lover. Thank you so much!
thank you so much for requesting I hope you’ll like it! and take good care of yourself !☀️✨ of course I can here you go hun <33 I hope you’ll like it and feel free to request again 🦋💙
warnings: intentional lowercase, reader is shorter than ricky(?), not proofread
prompt: your seatmate ricky. reminds of you of a cat. you like to crochet during lectures and end up making ricky a cat beanie!
you and the rest of the students scamble off the cramped bus rushing to get to your classes. there's been a traffic with freshmen moving in and parents wanting to make sure they're prepared and such.
it was a little annoying because you knew your lecture hall was filling up with every second the bus was trying to reach the university bus station through all the traffic.
eventually you reach your lecture hall along with a cluster of other students for your arts history class, not the most interesting thing on 9 am mondays...
you entered from the back of the classroom, you see the professor preparing her lesson way at the front and the back of many students as they murmur amongst themselves.
with about 90% of the seats already taken, you wouldn't be surprised if you had to sit on the stairs at this point. eyes wandering for an empty seat, blond head stood out with no one beside one of his seats.
walking down the steps to reach the mysterious guy "sorry, but is this seat taken?", oh... he's so cute
with styled bleach blond hair, thick eyebrows, curious eyes, slightly ajar lips and neck tattoo saying 'role model,' you were taken aback by his good looks.
"no, take a seat" a warm smile welcomed you to your seat before he went back to looking at his laptop to prep for class.
just as you get out your notebook, your professor starts the lecture.
"good morning class, hope the travel to class was great considering the beautiful weather today," ironic considering you're actual trip.
the professor goes through the basic course breakdown to help everyone gauge expectations. you're already writing down due dates in your notebook's calendar. the prof seems really chill and you appreciate that.
she switches her slideshow to a large text that says 'introduce yourself to your seat partner and tell them a fun fact'
"you guys see the screen... do it, i'll give you guys 2 minutes" the class giggles at her bluntness.
you put down your pen to focus on this mysterious guy. he's confident and relaxed, he avoids making the situation awkward and goes along with the professor's request.
"hi, i'm shen ricky. i'm an international student majoring in performance arts and... my fun fact is that my friends said i resemble a cat earlier today" he smiles to himself, seemingly unexpected fun fact he chose to share.
"oh? i dont see it exactly... nevermind, maybe i just need to know you more to see it hah."
you on the other hand can't seem to not be awkward, trying to smile through it "uhm anyways, i'm y/l/n y/n, and i'm a student under the entertainment management program and this is one of my electives. my fun fact is that i love to crochet, you'll probably see me do it in lecture at some point."
"ah!" you were startled by ricky's excitement, "crocheting sounds so fun, i need to learn it at some point." you turn slightly pink, seeing someone be so interested in your seemingly boring hobby.
ricky continues on, "i think that just means we have to be friends and sit in class together so you can teach me," suddenly, ricky's hand as his phone out with his new contact ready to be filled with your information.
"sure!... this isn't like flirting or anything right?" as much as you were attracted to ricky's looks, you always set boundaries for yourself for comfort. you wouldn't let some new blond guy mess that all up.
he scratched the back of his neck, "oh no, not at all, but i really apologise that I came off that way. i'm actually interested in crocheting though!" his genuine tone was enough for you to forgive him and give him your contact.
"okay class lets start with the first lesson," before you could even give him your phone to fill in his number, the professor quiet downed the class.
unknown number: hi it's ricky, boy from arts history.
you take a bite of your favourite late-night snack, gummy worms. you had started studying a bit and took a break to go to your closest convenience store.
y/n: hi! its y/n, why are you texting at this hour? lol
you change the contact name,
ricky: sorry are you busy? I just wanted to make sure you still wanted to sit next to me in class on wednesday, if not thats fine!!
you giggle to yourself, why does he text cute too...
y/n: oh no worries, i just got my daily dose of gummy worms haha
y/n: but yeah we can meet up before class and sit together! i'll make sure i'm early next time...
ricky: lol yeah maybe to get a good seat, i'm usually in the library an hour before class
ricky: just lmk and i'll wait for you
and with that the conversation ended just as you re-entered your apartment to get back to studying.
hes seems so sweet compared to his cold appearance.
getting up early wasn't your favourite activity, but ricky said he would be in the library at 8 am (like a crazy man) so you decided to give him some company and teach him how to crochet.
you come in the library with an iced coffee in hand and leftover gummy worms in the other. a distinct blond head and neck tattoo became proportionate as you closer. "how are you so awake at this hour?" you yawn sitting in the chair across from ricky's.
he laughs, "i try to eat a full meal, i don't know if gummies and coffee count as one," you disregard it, "yeah, yeah.”
you set down your food and pull out two small bundles of yarn and two crochet hooks. "one for you, one for me. which colour would you like?"
"green please!" (i miss rijeong) you slid the pale pastel green bundle to his side of the table, leaving you would the baby blue yarn.
an insightful and detailed lesson on crocheting and somehow ricky's chain fell apart 3 times. he was genuinely trying. you thought it would frustrate him but him seeing you giggle at his mistakes made ricky feel warm inside somehow.
you sighed and made ricky put down his hands from crocheting. "we should got go to class now, i'll teach you another time. take notes for me as a trade?" it was an offer ricky couldn't give up, in his head it gave himself a reason to talk to you even more.
ricky simply nodded and put the yarn and hook into his bag. you guys walked out of the library, heading to the library with 15 minutes to spare.
during class, you spent most of it crocheting while taking in the information and ricky took notes on his laptop. yet he was the one not really listening, he was focused on how endearing you looked simply crocheting and listening intently. you didn't notice that though.
you ended up making some cute hand rags that you needed for your kitchen. "thoughts?" you ask ricky while showing off your 30 minutes worth of time. his signature sweet smile arose "very stylish, you're so cool." his non-chalant remark made you blush and shyly put away your pieces as the professor had ended the lecture.
"same time friday?" ricky said standing up, backpack slung over one shoulder, "same time every lecture," you confidently spoke, smiling and quickly going to your next class.
you weren't even in rush, your next class was in 30 minutes. ricky stood still in the lecture hall smiling to himself.
every lecture you began making random pieces, eventually making a sweater, a scarf, mittens, cup holders, and the list goes on. some of these for you, and some for ricky.
you stopped going to your convenience store at night, you became accustomed to ricky getting you some gummy worms the next day. in return, you got him and yourself iced coffees for the day. suddenly being awake at 8 am wasn’t so tough
as well, everyday you and ricky were texting more, hanging out after classes, usually to cafes. ricky was able to make a progress and finish a small square, but the focus needed made him want to take a break from the hobby. he said he preferred watching you crochet anyways.
this is what friends do right? hang out, talk and laugh, share sentimental stories, get each other small gifts, hug tightly goodbye, holding hands...
your boundaries were loosening up. however, with how much you enjoyed ricky being with you, you didn't mind it.
you were tapping your coffee lid as a fidgeting habit, ricky doesn't even acknowledge it. there was a comfortable silence as he scrolled on his phone and you looked out the window with the warm sunlight yet the dead trees and snow in the plant beds. the winter made the outdoors almost unbearable as you hated the cold, but you felt warm next to ricky…
you turn your attention to ricky and his relaxed state, focusing on his screen. "hm." you made a noise that caught his attention, he rose his eyebrows as he shifted his focus to you. he put down his phone and rested his chin on his hand, elbow propping him up.
"what you thinking about?" not phased by his flirtatious antics at this point, you didn't move. "i guess you do look like a cat,” you poke one of his cheeks. now he was confused, "all of a sudden?"
"yeah! like you have big doe-y eyes and your cheekbones kinda resemble the follicle cheeks... you just need the ears and whiskers." you eye-smile at the thought of rickys 'intimidating' face with cute ears and drawn on whiskers.
rickys ears can't suppress his feelings anymore, they grow bright red and he turns away, looking outside to the bright outside. "whatever." you knew he liked it but you let it go.
"we should go to class now," ricky stands up with his bag over his shoulder, waiting for you to pack up and walk with him to class. you reply a quick 'okay' before you stand up.
ricky already has his hand out for you to hold. you intertwine fingers with him and walk to your guys' class.
sitting in class you had some pink yarn in hand but you can't think of making anything other than those cute cat beanies you've been seeing online. mainly because you really wanted to see ricky in one.
it was simple and quick to make so you made two, matching hats make such a cute pair.
ricky was still actively committed to the deal where he does notes while you crochet. you hid the two pieces in your bag when he was focused.
"yah, what'd you make this time, i didn't even notice you finished it early"
you both walk out of class early and felt a strong wind chill hit both of your faces. ricky hides his face in the scarf you made before in class. "its so cold still, are you cold?" you see ricky's breath in the air.
"well i think this will warm us up," you smile pulling out the hats from your side bag pocket.
he makes a little happy 'o' face, ready to cherish the next crocheted piece you made. "ouu, what is it? what is it?" his eagerness made you smile big, and ask him to close his eyes.
he closes them quickly, eager to see what it is. you snuggly put on his cute pink cat beanie on his head, and then your own. "okay! open!"
ricky is completely whipped for you seeing your adorable face and a cute cat hat. "you're so cute, what about me? what do i look like?" he quickly pulls out his phone to swipe to the camera app and see what he got.
"the same one dork, aren't matching hats cute?" you can't even hide your smile, the cold was helping you look like your bright red cheeks were appropriate for the weather.
ricky had slowly begun to recognise your soft, vulnerable side had been coming out when you were with him. you were truly comfortable around him and it made him melt inside.
you suddenly felt your face smushed up against ricky's chest, a warm hug. "thank you y/n. it is cute" his little giggle came out as a vibration against your ear. you were also melting.
you look up at him and everything felt perfect. "hey ricky?"
"hm?"
"i love you."
a moment of comfortable silence, with the warmth of his heart heating up yours, you knew what he felt too.
"i love you too, y/n"
author's note: this ended up being longer than i expected........ i hope u enjoy the ricky fluff </3pls send in requests!!!!
wc: 1k
warnings: a pretty flirtatious little joke made by ricky... do you need to be warned of that? maybe if you have a weak heart. otherwise very very light angst and fluff.
pronouns: none used; n/a
summary: planetmaster/idol!reader and their boyfriend ricky have to pretend they don't know each other while the cameras are on
~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~
this was a request! it's short and sweet but fun. i might want to expand more on this one eventually. spending tonight rewatching bp after work :,)
Positioning yourself in the wing of the stage strategically, you lean forward just a bit so you can take a look from behind the curtain at the crowd of unsuspecting trainees lined up after completing their second mission.
You spot a head of perfectly styled blonde hair sticking out from the group almost immediately due to the height of its owner. Smiling to yourself, you hop up and down a bit to pump yourself up. You can't wait to see the look on your boyfriend's face when you step out onto the stage.
The lights dim quickly, then flash dramatically back on as a producer gives you the go ahead. You nod respectfully and steady yourself as you begin to make your way out from behind the curtain and to the center of the stage. The boys gathered in front of you in neat formations begin to scramble excitedly; shouting and jumping with enthusiasm as you step towards the front of the stage.
Your eyes find Ricky, who is standing completely still as he stares up at you in shock-- not knowing how to react properly to your presence. Some of his teammates are poking him and laughing, teasing him about your unexpected appearance as a Planet Master.
You had met Ricky a while ago when he joined your company as a trainee. You would run into each other in the hallways at night, as you were always in a practice room trying to improve even after your debut. He could be uncharacteristically shy around you, since you were his senior (and he was secretly such a big fan). Needless to say, Ricky was incredibly surprised when you were the one who eventually asked him out.
"Hello Boys Planet trainees! I'm leader and main vocalist (Y/N) from Virtual Reality," you announce confidently. "I know you've only just finished your Second Mission, but time is limited when you're forming the next big K-Pop boy group!"
Most of the trainees begin another uproar, some complaining that they're exhausted and some shouting for you to hurry up and announce the next mission already. You sympathize with both sets of emotions.
You glance at Ricky, who is now smirking at you from the crowd-- eyebrows raised as he chews his cheek. Fighting the urge to grin back at him winningly, your eyes return to your script card in your hand.
"The Third Mission is..." You look back at the screen behind you and gesture towards it as a new pair of words appear. “Artist Battle!"
Yet another commotion ensues and you suddenly understand why the boys kept losing their voices in the first two missions. As you finish your script, announcing that teams will be formed and then re-formed after eliminations, you're instructed to meet and greet the trainees and give them your well wishes.
After a half hour of greeting all of the contestants and having to pretend like you'd never met any of them before in your life, an especially familiar contestant strolls up to you.
"Hello, how are you?" Ricky greets formally as a few of the trainees he is closest with giggle behind him. "It's so nice to finally meet you."
"Hi, how are you?" You return, extending your hand for him to shake as you bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing in front of the staff. "What did you say your name was?"
"Ricky," he replies, taking your hand in his and shaking it firmly. "And your name is?"
You squeeze his hand hard, raising your eyebrows in a stern warning. Too far, you mouth.
"Ow!" He whines before looking around to smile nervously at the closely observing staff. "I mean, WOW that joke did not land! Of course I know who you are. I love you."
You pinch his hand harder.
"--R WORK! I love your work," Ricky corrects after your warning, but the mischievous glint is still in his eyes. "I'm a big fan of your entire body of work."
Zhang Hao and Kuan Jui have to excuse themselves as they burst into laughter, running out into the hall to (most likely) tell everyone what Ricky just said with cameras rolling.
Ricky smiles at you smugly and you finally drop his hand. A producer frowns at you both confusedly. "Do you two... know each other or something?"
Ricky shakes his head. "Where would I have met the leader and main vocalist of Virtual Reality before?"
The producer nods, shrugging in agreement. "Huh. You just have good chemistry is all."
"He's not my type," you reply coolly, eyes narrowing as you glare at your boyfriend.
"Hey," Ricky pouts softly; a little frown forming on his lips.
You fight the urge to lift up on your toes and give your tall, handsome boyfriend a peck, opting instead to pat him on the shoulder and give him a boastful grin. "It was nice to meet you, Nicky!"
His eyebrows furrow now, the adorable pout growing deeper (and more powerful). "It's Ricky."
"Good luck, Mickey!" You call over your shoulder with a wave, following two staff members out the door.
~
Walking through the empty hall to the back parking lot after you've finished removing your wardrobe and makeup in your dressing room, you see your favorite trainee (okay-- your second favorite trainee. Red House Mingyu is actually your favorite but you can NOT tell Ricky that) waiting for you in the doorway.
"Hey Nicky," you greet with a laugh as Ricky looks up from his phone.
"Stoooooop," he whines, basically collapsing in your arms as you hug him. Into your shoulder, he mumbles, "I am your type."
You kiss his cheek, rubbing his back comfortingly. "You totally are my type.”
"I can't believe you're hosting the show I'm on," he says, pulling back from the hug to look at you. "You told me you were getting the cats bathed today."
You throw your head back in a laugh. "Cats don't get bathed, lovey."
He laughs awkwardly. “Oh."
"I thought that was such an obvious lie that you'd catch on!" You exclaim, grabbing his hand in yours and swinging them back and forth playfully.
Ricky looks around, checking if any staff are lingering in the hallway before swinging open the door and pulling you through.
"Where do you think you're going?" You ask with a giggle as Ricky pulls you towards your car.
"To get ramen with you," he replies with a smile, raising your hand in his above your head so he can twirl you around.
You spin around with a grin, bowing after the impromptu dance move before he continues to pull you along. You watch as his pretty, dangly earring jingles while he runs.
"Fine," you relent with a grin. "But you're gonna have to buy me a lot of ramen to make up for that body joke."
warnings - reader is fake mad at jaeyun, but honestly just pure fluff
w/c - 563
a/n - oh god jaeyun is definitely my 8TURN bias please stream tictac
It was almost picture perfect, the first rays of sunlight in the morning peeking through the curtain of your bedroom window, the soft blankets nestled comfortable around you as you roll over to reach for your boyfriend.
It was almost picture perfect, with the very important exception that Jaeyun wasn't in bed.
"Jae?" You called out to him, but was met with silence. You furrowed your brow as you rolled over, turning away from your bedroom door and taking the blankets with you.
A couple of minutes later you heard the door open, before a weight nestled down into the bed. "Y/N? Are you awake love?" He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, but you shrugged it off without a word. "Are you okay? Did I do something?"
You felt a pang of guilt at his worried tone, and turned around to face him, a frown still plastered on your face. "You weren't here when I woke up."
Relief flooded his features as he chuckled softly, reaching for your hand and intertwining your fingers. "I'm sorry. I was making you a cup of tea, it's a nice morning and I thought you'd like a warm drink in bed."
You couldn't hold the façade for much longer as a smile appeared on your face. You buried it in the pillow to try and hide it, mumbling your thanks. You were never able to be mad at him, whether it be fake or not. Once you regained your composure from his sweet gesture, you raised your head again. "I'm still mad at you. You don't get any blankets."
Jaeyun laughed again, before raising a hand to his chest, feigning hurt. "I can't believe you'd do that to me."
"Now it's your turn to experience how cold I was without you this morning."
He smiled, raising your interlocked hands so he could gently place yours on the pillow beside you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, drawing you closer towards him. "I know your angry at me, but you're being really cute right now." His voice was lower, quieter, making your heart melt on the spot.
You couldn't help but grin. "I suppose a kiss may make up for it."
"Oh yeah?" He raised an eyebrow. "I think I could agree to those terms."
He cupped your cheek with his free hand, bring you closer ever so gently before pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was slow and soft, just like every kiss with Jaeyun. He pulled away only as you were running out of breath, placing his forehead against yours. "Okay, I'll grant you your blanket rights again."
He wrapped the blanket tighter around the both of you, and you let your head rest against his chest as he wrapped an arm around you, the other coming to rest atop your head. You immediately relaxed, the soft sound of his breathing combined with the feather-light feeling of his fingers gently running through your hair almost lulling you to sleep. "Jaeyun?" You asked, briefly breaking the silence. He hummed in response, giving you his undivided attention. "I love you."
He pressed a kiss against your forehead, the arm around your waist embracing you even tighter. You had never felt so safe and warm than in his arms. "I love you too."
The morning was picture perfect, but not half as much as Jaeyun was.
&team - little things about being in a relationship with them
cw: none (let me know if there is!)
a/n: my first &team post!! I love them a lot, as they're one of my ult groups!! also, I'm working on requests right now, but I wanted to post this since it's yuma's birthday :)
ej - him getting shy when kissing you. the boys teasing you whenever you guys are together. soft kisses!! being able to sit in comfortable silence together. locking pinkies when walking beside each other.
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fuma - him always checking in on you. going on dates all the time. being known as the "soft couple." him blushing whenever you compliment him. dancing together in the living room at 3 a.m.
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k - him spoiling you all the time. him having a folder of pictures of you on his phone. having late night convos as you run a hand through his hair. back hugs are very common. sending each other random pictures throughout your day.
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nicholas - being very clingy with each other. playing video games together. having mini photoshoots. him hyping you up every chance he gets. him purposely leaving some of his clothes at your house so you can wear them.
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yuma - him making lots of jokes just to see you laugh. him loving it when you draw little shapes on his hands. you playing with his hair since it calms him down. finding love letters that he left for you around the house. having matching bracelets.
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jo - catching him staring lovingly at you. him having a section in his notes app full of ideas for dates. him drawing you a lot. playing basketball with him. going to cat cafes for dates. him giving you piggyback rides.
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harua - cheek kisses are a daily thing. having matching wallpapers. him sending you pictures of things he sees that reminds him of you. you always waking up to a good morning text from him. having cute movie dates at the dorm.
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taki - him blowing kisses at you to watch you get flustered. very playful teasing. sending pick up lines back and forth. staying up late, just laughing with each other. having staring contests to see who will get flustered first.
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maki - calling you cute pet names. being teased by the older members. him having you as his wallpaper. daily cuddle sessions. messaging you at random times just to say that he loves you.
slice of life! with Taeyoung. kind of coming-of-age, reader and Taeyoung are both young adults trying to adult. tbh there's not a lot of plot and a lot more fluff... I struggle a bit with writing "fics" type stuff but ofc I had to feed my luvity anon..... enjoy!
pure fluff, no warnings. gender neutral reader.
a/n: look at me- saving luvitys' day with some cravity content!! thank you to the anon who requested this, you didn't give me anything specific so I just decided to have some fun with it. hope you like it!
word count: 440
"can you help me set up the living room?"
"sure, but only if we can have a sleepover."
It’s been just over a week since I moved into my own apartment. In that time you've visited more days than you haven't, either to help set something up or just to lie down on a sofa that isn’t occupied by 3 other dudes. It’s the first time in my life I feel like a grown up. The first time I have a place that is mine. The plates are mine and the cups are mine. I don't have to wash anyone else's dishes, the bathroom is always clean, and it's never occupied when I need it.
But I haven’t had time to properly set up the living room yet (technically it's just the part of the apartment that isn’t the bedroom), and so I called you in for boyfriend duties. You helped me set up the small TV and screw together the IKEA cabinet for it to stand on. We threw together whatever vegetables I had left and made a sauce to go with my leftover pasta. Watched Netflix on my new second-hand tv. But only on the condition that you could actually stay the night this time.
Now it's Saturday morning. We have nowhere we have to be and nothing we have to do. Maybe some grocery shopping. Your body is half draped over mine and your head is on my chest. I can feel the soft puffs of warm air against my neck every time you exhale. Are you listening to my heartbeat?
You look so much like you're mine. Sleeping on my chest- covered in my duvet. I normally love the feeling of hugging you and inhaling the soft scent of your cologne but now you smell like my body wash and thinking about it makes my skin feel warm. It makes me think that I could get used to this- to having you like this. Makes me think that I would be okay with my cups not being mine as long as they are ours- ours as in 'yours and mine' and not ours as in 'my family's' or as in 'some cups someone else picked out that I'm using'.
"Taeyoung?"
It really is too early in the day to expect a coherent response from you, but you hum back in response.
"Do you think we need to buy more cups?"
You huff. "I'm not seriously getting up at this time on a Saturday to buy cups."
I chuckle. You wrap your arms tighter around my torso, lean your head closer to where my heart is, and go back to sleep.
“Stop tossing and turning, it’s four in the morning.”
Bakugou was blunt. Though unsurprising to those who knew him, it always would come as a surprise when he’d be so quick when it came to you.
Never in a malicious way; always just sharp.
But tonight, it hurt different. You didn’t snap back, or try to press a threat to sleep on the couch, instead, his bluntness only tacked on to the pounding in your head, using it as ammunition against you, and he didn’t even know it.
“Sorry,” you mumble, bottom lip wobbling.
He groans at the idea that he hurt your feelings, he’s not used to you not snapping back, and turns on his back- he never could sleep on his back, and it warmed your heart to know he was sacrificing a few more hours of much deserved sleep to comfort you.
“Talk,” he demands softly, opening an arm for you to curl into. When you do slip into his side, immediately tears swell your waterline and sting in a command to be released down your scorched, frustrated cheeks.
“I’m just… I’m so exhausted, Katsuki,” you whimper. You’re waiting for him to take it literally, but he doesn’t, and he stays silent in case you wish to keep going. “I put so much effort into everything I do, and it gets shit on; i get walked all over every. Damn. Day. I don’t want to try anymore, I don’t care to. Not like anything matters anyway, so why would I bother?”
Once again, he’s silent in case you want to continue. Hell, you’re almost convinced he’s fallen asleep until he lets out a soft sigh.
“You’re doing fine,” he mumbles, his calloused fingertips gently rubbing the tense muscles at the nape of your neck. “You’re doing your best, and even if you don’t see it, you take full pride in the things you do. Because that’s who you are, it’s one of the things that made me fall in love with you. You give, and give, and you don’t ask for anything in return, then you get in a headspace like this and wonder if it’s worth it.
“But baby,” he yawns, “it is worth it. Especially to you. And you’re not going to stop putting your all in the things you do, you know that. But there’s nothing wrong with wanting recognition. You deserve it.”
Tears swell in your waterline and you quickly bury your face into his side, tears soaking his shirt. “I’m always proud of you. You’re selfless, and as much as I adore that part of you, I wish you weren’t. Because it keeps both of us up at four in the morning and makes my shirt wet with tears.”
With a choked laugh, you shove him softly as he gives you a chuckle, but his words only have you crying more; he’s a man of few words but behind the blunt ones, the loving ones he picks are genuine, and you wouldn’t trade him, or the reassurances he gives you, for the world.
“I want to be better, Katsuki,” you wail. “I don’t want to be so tired anymore.”
“You’re already the best that you can be,” he assures, kissing you’re head.
—guide on how to fluster the wanderer in four simple steps!
ever wanted your mean lil gremlin of a lover to blush before your very eyes? well, well, you've come the right person!
gn! reader, crack & fluff, dark humor cuz obv i will never miss a chance to bully scara, gets suggestive at the end cause why not djsjsjdjdj idk what im doing i have 26 drafts collecting dust and this is the first thing i finished 💀 help me
# i. choose the appropriate time to strike.
this is the most essential factor in making your huffy lover get embarrassed and not accidentally behead you in a fit.
(he'd never do such a thing on purpose, atleast.)
failing to follow in accordance to this particular step will certainly lead to unwanted consequences such as;
ignoring you the whole day(😦), blasting you off onto another nation(😨), a slight chance of having your head not intact by the end of the day(😰), no warm huggie wuggies from your pretty boyfie(😫) and the ever-dreaded deprivation of authority over his hat(😱)—you couldn't bear to not wear it for a bare minimum of 10 minutes a day!
but if it all comes to shove and you successfully select the perfect timing to initiate your relentless attack on his pride and ego, you might as well prepare your fragile heart for a blessing of a sight such as reddened cheeks present on his fair face as everything from now will be considered smooth sailing! not that hard now, is it?
“you've been gawking at me for a while. what do you want?” you don't flinch a bit when he abruptly closes the book he was previously reading, turning his head to meet your staring eyes with a bothered glare of his own.
ignoring his rather harsh acknowledgement of your silent yearning for his attention to be woven towards you instead of that book he's holding, you blink to yourself as something hits you. he raises a brow at your silence and the seemingly fleeting moment of enlightenment that crosses your blank expression.
the quietude and solitary peace of the room and its atmosphere along with him not throwing his book at you from staring at him basically the whole time he was engorging himself in the piece literature he's holding strongly suggested he was in a good mood.
a perfect moment to strike arises!
# ii. formulate the right approach.
whether your attack should be mild/teasing or rather heated/steamy—it heavily depends on the situation you've chosen and deemed as the appropriate time to strike.
take note of some his small actions to concur what he's feeling at the moment—is he feeling a tad bit annoyed? is he currently in one his clingy moods? does he look like he wants to murder you? or is he just neutral, awaiting for something to interrupt the usual streak of normalcy and growing boredom in his day?
but right now, in your current time—he was just reading his book before he finally picked up and confronted your lengthened staring burning the side of his face.
so something a bit more on the light teasing side would fit. if you brought up some type of dirty joke right now amidst the very normal and quiet day you both are having, he'd probably stand up, approach you with his light footsteps, and backhandedly slap you across the face for being such a horndog.
(that was a joke, for legal reasons. he's more likely to just squint his eyes at you weirdly and continue on reading his book, resulting into the failure of your plan to see him get embarrassed. game over.)
choosing to be a clever dog just this once, you coordinate your attack to match up along with your reply to his earlier question—barking back with the intention to strike at one of his weak points only open to his lover; his perfected features that make up his beautiful face.
raising a hand to your cheek as to feign shyness from being caught red-handed by staring at him, you let out a hearty giggle to soothe his nerves—his frown immediately dissipating from the sound of your laughter. his last defensive barrier: shattered. shutting your eyes knowingly as you raise a cup of bitter tea to your lips, you already know you've won.
“hehe, my bad. you just look a bit more handsome today.”
“...”
a beat of silence overcomes the short exchange of words.
it might seem light or weak to others, heck, even you see it as a bit pathetic, but to the complete virgin former harbinger, he views it totally differently from how others would have expected.
a small push filled with sincerity and truth is his breaking point a hundred percent of the time.
lifting your eyelids as you place your teacup down, your heart clenches at the sight before you.
# iii. relish in the rare moment of weakness.
soak it all up as much as you can. but don't let greed take over you at the taste of victory.
moments such as these aren't anywhere near common at all. your excitement is nearly overflowing but you have to keep yourself still as to not ruin it for yourself.
you're so used to being shut down and ending in utter failure when trying to pry a positive reaction from him—that you could probably just burst from happiness alone when he finally concedes relents to your teasing.
you'd have to hold yourself down from pouncing on him from the display of sheer cuteness he's currently presenting to you, albeit you were quite annoyed with how he's trying hard to hide the rosy cheeks and ears you adored underneath the shadow of his hat.
why is he wearing his hat inside your shared inn? you don't know.
pushing yourself off from your seat, you quietly approach the man sitting across from you, cautious in your movements as to not startle and scare him away at this small window of vulnerability—already well-informed of his past experiences regarding it.
gently lifting his hat up and discarding it onto a nearby tabletop, he stares at you with wide eyes as you quickly swoop down to peck his forehead, and then down to his lips before pulling away just as hastily.
the caught-off-guard look on his face makes you coo at the sight in the back of your mind.
eyeing his flushed state, you can't help but let out a soft sigh as you seat yourself on his lap, wrapping your hands around him to pull him closer, chests against each other's as he remains stiffened underneath your loving hold.
cute.
“handsome.” you mutter, pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw. “my handsome boy.”
# iv. now, freestyle. 😼
do you want to cut the moment short, play hard to get and leave him wanting for more? or do you want to prolong the playful mood—and quite possibly, lead it into something more?
if you've started something, then you're surely going to finish it, right?
the wanderer, after all—dislikes people when they're all bark and no bite.
“you said that just to tease me, didn't you?” his clammy hands that were suspended in the air for so long out of surprise finally made themselves home to your hips, his hold on it nearly bruising as he desperately tries to calm down his erratic emotions. “always think you're so funny, huh.” he mutters.
“i supposed so, initially. it still held truth in the end though. i like your cute reactions.” you admit with a lop-sided smile, cupping his burning cheek as you slight lean away to look at him wholly. “a very handsome boyfriend, indeed.” you nod in affirmation, making him narrow his eyes.
his blush is now non-existent as he's now back to his normal self, having gained composure as quickly as it left the moment you sat yourself on his lap. he was cute earlier, avoiding your gaze and all that, but this side of him was undoubtedly way more attractive. his exuding confidence always never fails to drive you crazy.
a shiver makes it way down your spine when an all-knowing smirk makes its way to his lips.
“alright then, [name].” he leans back on his chair, his hands not leaving your hips to keep you anchored atop of him, the expanse of his lean body now a lot more visible to you. “what's your next course of action? are you going to stand up and disappoint me? ...or are you going to live up to the hinted suggestions of your less-than-friendly touches just now?”
there it was. that daring gaze of his.
are you going to continue upholding the streak of normalcy you didn't know you were both capable of, or will you give in to your desires?
and then nahida barges in, slaps both of you with an overgrown radish and everyone starts behaving like proper educated adults 🥰 the end.
note : shorter post today. i’m kinda going thru writers block lmao. i wanna try posting daily again in hopes that doing so will help T-T . goodnight my dears
🧸 kei
- my love
- baby
“my love do you need help with anything?”
“what are you up to baby?”
calls you ‘my love’ because its romantic and he wants to seem all mature for you lmao. and ‘baby’ because you are his baby (totally not the other way around) im kidding im kidding, he takes care of you more. even though he’s playful, you’re always his first priority.
🧸 fuma
- darling
- precious
“darling be careful with that.”
“good afternoon precious, have you eaten yet?”
‘darling’ just seems so sweet and innocent, so he loves calling you that. and ‘precious’ because you are the most precious one to him. he’s so cringy its cute. like one day ur like, “fuma why do you call me that?” and he’s like “because you are the one i love most, so i must convey that using pet-names” HAHAHA IDK
🧸 nicho
- babygirl
- babe
”babygirl are you free tomorrow night?”
“babe you should take my hoodie, its cold”
cmon you guys should’ve seen this coming. he’s such a ‘babygirl’ person. and ‘babe’ because he thinks its fancy or something lmao. (ask him not me -_-) tbh i don’t see him calling you by ur name at all after you start dating, its ‘babe’ or nothing >:D
🧸 euijoo
- angel
- pretty
“angel make sure you charge your phone before you sleep!”
“hi pretty, what did you do today?”
‘angel’ is just so +\€.+|£euijoo+{€~+|. you’re the prettiest in his eyes so ofc he’s gonna call you that. also probably calls you a shorter ver of your name. (but prefers ‘angel’ and ‘pretty’ more because he’s sweet like that)
🧸 yuma
- cutie
- bae
“what are you doing right now, cutie?”
“bae come here. i miss you”
ngl i feel like he’d call you every pet-name in the book, but his favorites are ‘cutie’ and ‘bae’. in his eyes, cutie is so soft and y/n fitting, and bae is v playful (and we all know how yuma is) . probably has a nickname for when he teases you.. like ‘tiny’, ‘loser’, or ‘dummy’ lolol.
🧸 jo
- dear (he’s like me fr .)
- y/n, but lovingly
“dear what are you doing over there?”
“thank you for loving me y/n.”
HE’S AWKWARD IN A RELATIONSHIP OKAY. T-T be nice to him. mostly just calls you by ur name, but with more love if that makes sense ToT.. calls you ‘dear’ occasionally because he wants to call you at least one pet name, but he keeps getting shy. and ‘dear’ is easy for him
🧸 harua
- sweetheart
- bun
“i miss you sweetheart!”
“bun what are you doing tomorrow? lets hang out”
we all know harua is &team’s bunny, so he shortened ‘bunny’ to ‘bun’ and just stuck with it lolol. and calls you ‘sweetheart’ because hello?? its so cute. sweet + heart. two adorable words for one adorable y/n.
🧸 taki
- y/nie
- sweetie
“y/nieee lets go on a date tomorrow, yeah?”
“do you need anything before i leave sweetie?”
huge ‘y/nie’ sayer, fight me on this. like jo, he wants to at least have one nickname for you, so he picks, ‘sweetie’ AWWWWEE. he thinks its really cute and soft, and that’s what u are in his eyes ( ‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅ )
🧸 maki
- angel
- honey
“angel have you eaten yet? what did you eat?”
“i miss you honey”
he’s so cute i will faint. one day ur js like, “maki why do you call me ‘honey’?” and he’s like, “i dunno, it sounds like we’re married or something” I FEEL FAINT. and also calls u ‘angel’ because its cute to him O.O
* ੈ✩‧₊* you fell first, but bakugo katsuki fell harder
notes: pls idk what this is ive literally never written anyth like this but ive always wanted to write a fic w/ this prompt,, also im thinking of doing an angst version of this 🤩
genre: fluff, lovesick bakugo + reader flirts w/ him a lot, childhood friends to lovers, tw: BARELY PROOFREAD ‼️
bakugo katsuki doesn't know anyone who annoys him more than you do.
he doesn't believe he's gotten this far in one piece when he's been stuck with someone like you since childhood. there's something infuriating about the way you tug on the strap of his school bag when both you and his mother are insisting that you walk to school together in the morning. it's even more infuriating when he doesn't know what in the world is fluttering in his chest and churning in his stomach when you start tugging on his sleeve instead.
bakugo katsuki has no idea why and when exactly he started doing it, but now his blood boils watching that dorky smile on your face while he carries your bag to school every morning and on the way home too.
"katsuki." you playfully bump your shoulder against his arm and grin, "you love me, don't you?"
"i'm doing this 'cuz you look like a fucking camel with this bulky ass bag of yours." he scowls, trying to ignore the tiny, tingling spark he felt on the fleck of his skin that met yours for a single second. "what hell is even in this, rocks?"
"is your back hurting? let me give you a back massage then. c'mon, take off your shirt and lie down."
he grimaces, a flush of scarlet spreading from his cheeks to the tip of his ears.
"what?" you chuckle. "you know we've seen each other naked before, right? remember when we used to take baths together as children? i even let you touch my-"
"shut the fuck up, l/n."
it's maddening how easily you fluster him, like it's your second nature. a teasing remark and a single wink, and he's all over the place. all he can do is click his tongue and walk straight ahead of you (though occasionally looking back if you're still with him)
bakugo katsuki tries to counter your flirty remarks. he can do better, he swears he can. a multitude of emotions takes over him when he sees a sliver of your underwear peeking through your clothes. his cheeks flush and his nails bury into his palmsー partly from the thoughts racing relentlessly in his head, and partly out of wrath for anyone who would dare to ogle you or loudly point it out to the whole room.
he stands protectively close behind you like a guard dog, obstructing anyone even a glimpse. he speaks in a low voice you didn't know he was even capable of, his breath grazing your skin. "oi. nice underwear." once again, he's annoyed to the brim hearing that faint tremble in his words.
he's relieved and all the same, flustered, watching you realize and immediately fumbling with your clothes, but no matter how many attempts, no matter how much he swears he can be a match to you and your teasing nature,
"nice? i'll let you borrow if you like it that much then."
you are the only losing game bakugo katsuki has ever been in.
what annoys him even more is that for some reason, he's able to bare his soul to you, in spite of the sheer ugliness, the cruelty of it, and the pathetic, endless heaps of insecurities overflowing from him.
he presses his palms against his face in a futile attempt to muffle out his angry sobs. you brush a hand over his heaving shoulder, "it's gonna be okay, katsuki. i promise." when he doesn't flinch nor pulls away, you gently coax him into a light embrace, your torsos barely touching yet emitting such intoxicating and soothing heat onto each other.
"the fuck are you crying for?" he snaps, confused and concerned as to why you're suddenly sniffling with him.
"i know, it's stupid." you hug him tighter. "i swear i'm not making this about me. i justー i wish i knew how to make you feel better."
'annoying,' he thinks as he hugs your waist and buries his tear-stained face into the crook of your neck. "i'm going to kill you if you tease me about this tomorrow, l/n."
"hey, i don't do that." you whisper comfortingly despite the threat. "you know i won't."
he knows you won't.
most of all, it gets on bakugo katsuki's nerves the most when he remembers you've had genuine, actual romantic feelings for him since you were children, and it's not just fickle banter and incessant flirting here and there.
"shit. your fever's still high." he mutters, pressing his large palm on your forehead. it astounds both of you how it almost covers your whole face. mindlessly, he shifts his palm sweetly to your cheek, tucking in any stray hair out of your face. what in the world have you done to have him wrapped around your little finger like this? you have him buying you medicine and checking your temperature with pure and utter concern, feeding you food he cooked specially for your taste, and holding your perfect little hand just because you asked him to.
"thanks for taking care of me, katsuki."
"you're a pain in the ass, l/n."
katsuki anticipates another joke or a flirty remarkー something about ass most likely, but then you look up at him, widely staring, and you speak in the steadiest voice you could muster, "am i really?"
he doesn't answer.
"can i tell you something?" you continue. there's a pang in katsuki's chest when you slide your hands off of his. "i like you, katsuki. i still do after all these yearsー"
"shut up. that's your fever talking"
"no, this is just me talking. even if i wake up tomorrow and don't remember anything i said to you today, i'll probably end up saying the same thing again someday, and my feelings won't have changed at all."
steering clear of your eyes, katsuki starts rearranging the stacks of medicine on your nightstand and adjusting your blanket when your frail hand latches onto his wrist.
"i just need to know if you're actually uncomfortable with me or if i have absolutely no chance at all, then i'll stop. i'll distance myself from you even. if that's what you want."
he would never forgive you nor himself for it.
you laugh weakly and continue, "and then maybe i'll just date todoroki or somethingー"
"fuck it." he hisses. he swings the blanket over your face so he won't have to bear your gaping eyes when he spits out, "dumbass, i do like you. don't ever do that, jesus."
there's half a minute of silence between you, him still distraught over the mere image of you and todoroki, and you still buried in the blanket, sinking everything in. you pull the sheet slowly until your eyes peek out. it's unbelievely annoying, again, how fucking adorable you are, katsuki thinks.
"you do? since when?" you ask in a tiny voice that will echo in his mind for the rest of the day, he knows it.
"does it matter?"
"no?" you pull the blanket over yourself again.
and then another minute of agonizing silence.
"katsuki?"
"what? you need anything?"
"yeah. kind of."
"what is it?" he starts to panic a little, "tell me." your fever completely slipping his mind in the heat of the moment.
"can you tell me you like me again when i get better? i have a feeling i'll remember this is a fever dream, then i won't stop talking about it to you, and it'll be so embarrassing."
his mouth quirks up into a smirk. "how about this," he pulls the blanket off you and leans slowly, your cheeks flushing even hotter. he brushes his hand against your forehead and gently presses a kiss, his heart in shambles when he catches brief sight of you shutting your eyes tight. "i like you."
you open them again to see a devilish smirk on his face, except it's noticeably much softer than the usual one he wears. he kisses your cheek next, inhaling your scent as he presses his lips against your warm skin, "i like you."
you're a whole mess now. it's the feverish heat spreading across your cheeks as his hand makes its way to yours under the blanket, the close proximity of bakugo katsuki, his scent, the immense heat that gets you dazed and hitches your breath when he props his forehead onto yours. it's the years of closeness and familiarity you've always shared with him, now blooming into something more, like a flower that has just learned to face the sun and bask in the sweet, easy morning air.
"i like you." he says again. maybe he is a match for you after all. "if it's the only way to shut you up. i'll tell it over and over again."
you fell first. bakugo katsuki fell harder, much harder. seeing you escape under the blanket again and squealing when he tries to pull it back down, he doesn't remember what is it that he found so terrifying in falling in love with you.
it's you, after all, isn't it? the most annoying little shit he's always loved.
↳ a/n: aaa thank u to the lovely anon who requested this !! i’ve been in my nicho soft hours lately so i loved writing this </3 also , this one is for my beloved @end-hyphen ! i felt like u could use some nicho fluff rn <3
↳ warnings: none ! just pure fluff :’)
‘’i can’t even feel my fingers,’’
‘’don’t you dare complain, you were the one who insisted on walking me home and not taking the bus.’’
nicholas just rolled his eyes in response to your remark, shoving his hand further down his pocket in an attempt to somewhat warm up his now frigid, bright red hands while interlocking his other one with yours.
of course he insisted on walking you home, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t?
even though your boyfriend was clearly suffering, the tip of his nose bright red and his whole body shivering, you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at the sight in front of you. nicholas, however, just couldn’t appreciate the warm chuckle leaving your throat, the laugh he usually loved oh so dearly; not right now, not when he felt like he was on the verge of hypothermia.
‘’why are you laughing?’’ he let out, his eyes scanning your face as you tried fighting back a smile. ‘’you’re cute when you look like that.’’ your smug comment caused him to frown, fighting back the urge to roll his eyes once again. ‘’look like what?’’
‘’you know, with your nose all red,’’
nicholas eyes widened at your comment, his eyes landing on your lips; a small smile forming on your plump lips as you looked at the now clearly flustered boy in front of you.
there weren’t a lot of things in this world that made nicholas flustered, but you were certainly one of the few things that did. and he loved hated it.
noticing the small smirk forming on your lips, he shook his head; a small smirk forming on his own. ‘’oh, yeah?’’ he let out, his hand slipping out of his pocket; causing you to eagerly nod, enjoying the sight of your flustered boyfriend a little too much.
‘’shouldn’t have said that,’’
before you could even process the words that had just left your boyfriend’s lips, you suddenly felt him place both of his hands on your waist; a loud gasp emerging from the back of your throat as you felt him pull you into his chest before spinning both of you around.
almost losing your balance, you grabbed onto the collar of his coat, the snow that had fallen just a few minutes prior melting against your touch; a mix of giggles and small shrieks trailing off your lips as you tried stabilizing yourself. ‘’nicholas!’’ you exclaimed, grabbing onto his coat even harder - trying to prevent yourself from falling over.
a chuckle left nicholas lips, ‘’what was that? you’re sorry for calling me cute? no? what a shame,’’
another small shriek left your lips as you almost fell over, feeling dizzy from the boy twirling you around, pushing your body closer to his. ‘’alright, i’m sorry! i’m sorry for calling you cute!’’ you exclaimed, pressing your cheek against the fabric of his coat as you squeezed your eyes shut.
feeling satisfied with your apology, another chuckle trailed off nicholas lips as he placed one of his hands on the back of your head, pulling you into a proper hug; without spinning you around this time, that being said. ‘’that’s more like it.’’ he let out, slightly pulling away; your eyes meeting his. ‘’you’re such a jerk.’’ you muttered, a small smile accompanying your words as you spoke.
nicholas just simply cocked an eyebrow at you, ‘’ouch, i took you out for dinner, and that’s how you thank me?’’ he joked, his hands finding their way towards your waist once again. you hummed in response, nodding your head; your hands now resting around the nape of his neck. ‘’that’s what you get for being stupid and not bringing warmer clothes with you when you knew it was going to be cold,’’
rolling his eyes, nicholas was about to protest; before suddenly feeling you press a soft kiss against the tip of his nose.
‘’but i guess that’s okay, you do look cute with your nose all red after all.’’ you whispered, a small smirk forming on your lips before pulling away from the shocked boys’ grasp, small giggles trailing off your lips before you continued walking; leaving the boy with his lips parted in surprise.
‘’what? get back here right now!’’
maybe you were right, maybe he should’ve worn warmer clothes that night; but if it meant that he got to hear you call him cute, he didn’t mind getting frostbite and losing a finger or two.
note : hi hi ruru is here with a 3rd post ^^ requests are open btw !! feel free to send stuff, or if u just wanna say hi ! i don’t bite i promise （＾ν＾）
🏹 kei
- he showed up with flowers and a little suit T-T
- promises to keep you safe
- held hands with u under the table bc he was nervous (>﹏<)
- afraid they wouldn’t like him </3 :(
- but boy was he wrong, they loved him.
🏹 nicholas / yixiang
- PROBABLY BROUGT SOME FANCY ASF GIFT FOR THEM LMAOO
- n you were like “?!?!*\>]*| yixiang why”
- needless to say, they were already in love w him
- seems so confident in front of them but u see his hands shaking </3 :(
- u mean sm to him he just wants to make a good impression to ur guardians
🏹 ej / euijoo
- TALKS SO SOFTLY :(
- probably really quiet because he doesn’t wanna make them not like him </3
- eventually, u get him to open up a bit and relax and ur grown ups find him adorable (bc i mean its euijoo duhhh)
- has cute red cheeks <3
- ur guardians love him and want to get to know him better so they invite him to come over again tmr ^0^
🏹 taki
- bowed down to the ground when they opened the door <//3
- he is so polite (confirmed by heeseung) so ur grown ups think he’s a good influence on u (´･_･`)
- wants to learn sm abt ur family
- if u have a different culture, he’s so interested in ur food and ur traditions T-T
- ur guardians hug him before he leaves and he feels so loved <3 <3 <3
note : thank u so much for the support lately T—T i’m so thankful for all of my new friends !!! this one is for @niohoon <33 individual bf series will be soon !!
playing : its you - max and keshi
🚎 kei
- hahaha he pays for everything
- he likes fancy dates where he can wear a suit for u ;))
- gives u lil piggyback rides if u get tired <3
- opens doors for u
- AND PULLS YOUR CHAIR OUT AT THE fancy RESTAURANT HE TAKES U TO
🚎 fuma
- always buys you flowers </3
- AND HE DRIVES FOR U AAA IM GONNA PASS OUT
- another mf to pull your chair out if ygs eat somewhere
- AND HE PUTS YOUR HAIR BEHIND YOUR EAR IF ITS IN THE WAY <//3 <//3 CRYING
- he’s so cute
🚎 nicho
- he buys ygs matching outfits to wear awwe
- GOES CLOTHES SHOPPING WITH YOU
- always takes candid pics of u :,))
- makes them his lockscreen later that day
- and posts them to his insta AWWWW hahaha faints
🚎 euijoo
- i feel like he does dates w you very often
- takes u to those super aesthetic cafes
- or a convenience store no in between
- i also get boba and ice cream date vibes from him
- a sweetheart pls protect euijoo forever T—T
🚎 yuma
- (texting) “y/n lets go on a date”
- “okay!!”
- “okay i’ll be there in 5 mins”
- “wait what”
- makes u rush putting ur clothes on HAHAHA
- im kidding he’s a sweetheart and he’d help you put jewelry on and choose ur outfit >.<
🚎 jo
- “where do you want to go”
- anything u say, he’s willing to do it with you T-T
- buys anything you look at
- “jo look this is so cu-“ then he pulls his credit card out
- also will try on anything u want him to lmao
🚎 harua
- shopping dates woohooo
- yk that pic of him w those pokemon shopping bags
- SO YGS GO TO A POKEMON STORE YAY
- buys two plushies one of umbreon (his fave) and UR FAVE POKEMON and puts them next to each other on his bed
- “look y/n its us!!”
🚎 taki
- ik this is cliché but he likes fun dates :((
- being an idol is Hard but he likes being silly w you :(((((
- arcade dates ? yeah arcade dates ^^
- holds ur hand everywhere awww
- “y/n we should go to the moon together one day”
- “…. sure taki”
🚎 maki
- he doesn’t care what ygs do, he just wants to spend time w you :((
↳ a/n: i’m currently crying over nicholas and decided to write a lil drabble,, i need to get myself my own nicho </3
↳ warnings: none ! just pure fluff :’)
‘’come back to bed,’’
with his messy bangs covering his eyes, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your still half-asleep boyfriend. his eyes still fluttered close, the sheets tangled across his body as he reached towards your spot in the bed; only to find it empty. ‘’i have work today, remember?’’ you chuckled as you sat down at the edge of the bed, placing your hand on his warm cheek; your thumb gently stroking it.
a low groan left the boy’s lips in annoyance, one of his hands wrapping around your wrist. ‘’can’t you just call in sick today?’’ he murmured as he pulled you towards him, a yelp leaving your lips as you ended up laying next to him. ‘’we both know i can’t do that.’’ you replied, his eyes fluttering open so he could look at you.
his eyebrows furrowed together as he wrapped one of his arms around your waist, making it clear that he was not willing to let you go as he pulled you against his warm chest. ‘’at least stay for another five minutes.’’ his eyes fluttered shut once again, pressing small kisses onto your forehead; a small giggle leaving your lips. ‘’i’m sorry baby, it’s already quarter past seven,’’ you mumbled against his chest, placing both your hands on his chest in an attempt to break free from his grip.
nicholas, however, had no plans of letting you get away so easily. he hummed in response, his grip around your waist tightening as you attempted to get away. at the end of the day, he was much stronger than you anyways. ‘’nicholas,’’ you let out, still attempting to break free. ‘’just five more minutes, i know you have five minutes to spare for me,’’ he mumbled, placing his head on top of yours.
a sigh escaped your lips as you accepted your defeat. nicholas loved his morning cuddles and there was nothing in this world that could stop him from getting his morning cuddles from you, even if it meant getting you in trouble at work because he made you late. ‘’five minutes, okay? no more than five minutes, i mean it,’’ you warned, causing a smile to form on his lips. ‘’you could never say no to me.’’
‘’i can still leave, you know?’’ your words made the boy chuckle as he pulled you even closer to him, pressing a soft kiss on top of your head. ‘’we both know you enjoy this just as much as i do.’’
your boyfriend was not wrong, you truly did love your cuddly mornings together; even though he made you late for work.
