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vera (she/her) | '05

[soobinieee]

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⚘ hi i'm vera! i mostly write fluff fics ~

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[intakki]

˖Ი𐑼⋆ in which ! seonghyeon ends up finding your lost phone and an enemy blossoms… ― ⭑.ᐟ non idol smau swearing fem!reader note! omg i'm so sorry for disappearing :// i've been BUSYYYY but hopefully i get back on my grind :p and this was inspired because i bought an iphone 6 the other day and i'm actually obsessed... like kay bye. n e ways lmk if u want other parts of this!!!! <3 𑣲

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[soobinieee]

first part alr looking GOODDDD i can’t wait for the other parts

[junhui4ever]

GIRL, U MAKE ME BLUSH SO HARD, U DA REAL MAKEUP ARTIST! EOM SEONGHYEON

ᯓ eom seonghyeon x fem!reader ᯓ synopsis: seonghyeon might be a little in love with his makeup artist! uh oh... ᯓ word count: 1.05k ᯓ warnings: none at all lol just fluff ᯓ authors note: he's so cute i wanna bite his cheeks i need him so bad

Seonghyeon was 99.99% sure he was going to start drooling. Or pass out. Either way it would have the same effect—him absolutely airballing his shot with you, the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, who also conveniently happens to be his makeup artist.

He sat in the black makeup chair, watching, completely entranced, as you worked on his eye makeup. Your fingers were soft and gentle as they tilted his chin upwards, your expression focused in a way that embarrassingly made his heart lurch. You were close enough for him to catch the faint scent of your perfume—something soft and sweet and so wholly you it made him lightheaded.

“Can you look up for me?” Your voice was quiet and warm and Seonghyeon wished he could hear it this close to him forever.

He did immediately. He’d do anything if it was you asking. His eyes met yours for half a second before he immediately looked away, suddenly very interested in the plain white ceiling.

Smooth, Seonghyeon. Real smooth.

A quiet laugh slipped from your lips and he had to press his lips together to stop himself from grinning like an idiot.

“Are you nervous?” You asked, dabbing under his eye lightly with a sponge.

“Nervous?” he repeated, flinching when he heard the light voice crack that came out. “A little.” 

You hum, tilting his face to the side so you could do his other eye. “Don’t be. You’re a great artist. I know it, the members know it, your fans know it.” 

Seonghyeon’s cheeks burned at the words.

He wasn’t nervous for the performance, he was nervous cause you’re so pretty and so close to him.

“How—How could you tell I was nervous anyway?” 

You looked up at him and he felt his breath hitch as your eyes travelled all the way down to his hands. He followed your eyeline down to where his fingers were gripping the armrests so tight that they were turning white from the effort. He quickly let go, flexing them with an awkward chuckle. 

That earned him another laugh, warm and bright, and suddenly, humiliating himself didn’t seem like that bad of an idea.

You stepped back for a moment, head tilted as you examined your work. You reached for the pouch full of lip products before picking out a matte lip tint that was similar to his natural lip colour, and a thin brush.

“Hold still,” you murmured, like you hadn’t just rendered him motionless with your beautiful, beautiful laugh seconds ago.

You applied the lip tint on his lips carefully, fixing the corners with the brush. It was deadly, how hard his heart was pounding from the intent look in your eyes as you stared at his lips. 

When you finally pulled away and nodded approvingly, Seonghyeon felt like every coherent thought he’d ever had simply packed its bags and left.

“You’re all done now,” you say, taking a few steps backward to begin packing up your products and brushes. “I’ll see you next concert, Seonghyeon.”

He stared at you for a second too long before blurting out, “You know, you’re really pretty.”

Your hands froze and you looked over at him, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted like you never expected that sentence to come from him of all people.

And because apparently his brain had fully abandoned ship, he added, “Like, really pretty. So pretty that I almost forgot my own name. Which is bad, because I use that a lot.”

You were quiet and Seonghyeon swore that those 3 seconds of silence shaved a good 5 years off of his lifespan.

Then you laughed, that same soft, lovely laugh, and his entire body relaxed.

“Well,” you said, setting your brush down. “Good thing I know your name for you. How could I ever forget the name of my favorite client?”

His throat went dry. Was this flirting? Was this how you flirted? Before he could even second guess himself, he decided to shoot his shot.

“You uhh—you like milkshakes?”

You giggled, placing your hands over your mouth as you looked at him incredulously, eyes crinkled with laughter. “Do I like milkshakes?” You repeat.

Seonghyeon groaned and looked away, feeling his pulse race in embarrassment. Were milkshakes too immature and childish? He meant to say coffee, he really did. His mouth just was not working with him today. 

“I meant coffee…” he said weakly, wincing as he heard you laugh louder.

“No, no I love milkshakes!” You nod excitedly, your hands clasped together. “Is there a reason you’re asking?” 

Seonghyeon gulped at your expecting smile. “I was just thinking that maybe sometime, when you’re not, you know, making me look presentable for the camera, we could get milkshakes together. Like two people usually do. Drinking milkshakes. Together.”

Going back to what he thought at the start, he was wrong. He didn’t need to pass out or drool to completely airball and miss his shot, he was doing it perfectly by just speaking.

“Well,” you began and Seonghyeon felt himself lean forward slightly in anticipation. “If it’s just us, two people, getting milkshakes together, then I might just have to agree. As long as it’s us. Drinking milkshakes. Together.”

You give him a playful wink and he didn’t even care that you were teasing him cause you just agreed to a date and he could feel his blood rush to his head and the dopey smile coming onto his face and the sweaty palms that were once perspiring due to nervousness were now sweating due to happiness and anticipation—

“Seonghyeon!” 

He snapped out of his lovesick daze and looked up to your face of pure glee. “Welcome back loverboy. I was wondering if you wanted my number?”

He quickly nodded, taking the slip of paper with your number messily scrawled on it from your fingers. “Yes. To both the number and being a loverboy.”

You flushed, looking away, lashes fluttering downwards and Seonghyeon thought it was the cutest thing ever.

The call for the members to come and get their hair styled came and Seonghyeon got up, not wanting to leave you just yet.

“Well, I’ve got to leave now but I’ll text you the plans. See you soon?”

You smiled in return. “See you soon Seonghyeon.”

[soobinieee]

Cuteeee

[soobinieee]

i just read the martin au on tiktok… can’t listen to wonderwall normally again 😭😭😭😭

[lngshotty]

⌗ kwon ohyul - say it like you mean it

summary; you’re upset he didn’t tell you he was leaving again, and he’s way too entertained by your reaction. every time you try to stay mad, he pulls you closer, jokes instead of defending himself properly, and somehow convinces you that being angry might not be your strongest position right now

warnings; argument, upset reader, ohyul not taking her seriously, kiss, petnames

wc; 1,7k - requested

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you slam the door harder than you meant to, mostly because you know he’s already home and you want him to hear it,

and he does.

“you’re back early,” he calls from the couch, voice calm, almost amused

you don’t answer,

you kick your shoes off instead, toss your bag down, and turn to him with that look already burning behind your eyes

“wow,” ohyul calls from the couch, voice light, “someone’s in a mood,”

he’s exactly where he was before; relaxed, stretched out like he’s got all the time in the world, like you’re not standing there about to explode..

that’s what sets you off first,

“don’t talk to me like that,” you snap immediately,

his brows lift slightly, “like what?”

“like i’m being dramatic,”

a pause..

then he hums, slow, “are you not being dramatic?”

you stare at him and he just smiles

that small, annoying, entertained smile that makes your blood heat instantly,

“don’t,” you start immediately, pointing at him like it’ll stop him from speaking, “don’t do that thing where you act like nothing’s wrong,”

his brows lift, “what thing?”

“that thing,” you snap, stepping closer, “you didn’t tell me you’re leaving. again. i had to find out from someone else, like i’m just- what, a fan? a stranger? what is this, ohyul?”

his lips twitch like he’s trying not to smile

“you didn’t tell me,” you repeat, voice already rising

he leans his head back against the couch, still watching you like you’re a show he doesn’t want to pause,

“i was going to tell you,” he says casually, a small smile still lingering on his face

“when?” you shoot back, “after you were already gone? when i’m sitting here wondering why my boyfriend suddenly disappears like a ghost?”

“i don’t disappear like a ghost,” he says, completely unfazed

you scoff, “oh really? what would you call it then?”

“work,”

“don’t be smart with me right now, stop smiling,” you accuse, voice sharpening

“i’m not smiling,” he says, but he absolutely is, “i’m listening,”

“no, you’re not listening, you’re just sitting there like- like this is funny,”

his eyes drift over you in that slow, infuriating way, like he’s watching a performance he already knows the ending to,

and then, because he has absolutely no survival instincts, he says,

“you look really good when you’re mad,”

you pause,

then you get even angrier,

“are you serious,” you say slowly,

he shrugs, like actually shrugs

“i’m telling you something serious,” you say, louder now, “and you’re sitting here like it’s entertainment to you,”

“it is a little entertaining,” he admits

that does it

you step closer, “ohyul, i’m not joking, i found out you’re leaving the country from someone else, not you, someone else!”

his expression shifts slightly at that, just for a second

but then he ruins it immediately by leaning forward a bit, resting his elbows on his knees like he’s suddenly more interested,

“okay,” he says, “that part.. yeah, that’s fair,”

you blink, thrown off for half a second,

then he adds, softer but still smug,

“but you’re still really cute when you’re mad,”

you let out a frustrated sound, “oh my god, are you serious right now? i’m literally talking about you not telling me you’re leaving the country and you’re- what- admiring me?”

“no i’m listening too,” he says simply,

you scoff, pacing a step back, then forward again like your body can’t decide whether to fight him or leave,

“you’re actually impossible,”

you glare at him

he just tilts his head, still way too calm, still watching you,

“don’t do that,” you warn,

“do what?”

“that face,”

his mouth curves, “what face?”

“that smug, i-know-you’re-going-to-forgive-me face,”

he finally stands up then, slow, but still way too entertained, “i was going to apologize,”

“was?”

he steps closer, “i still am,”

you try to hold your ground, but he’s right there now, and it’s harder to be angry when he’s looking at you like that..

like you’re the only thing pulling him in

“you’re not actually that mad,” he says quietly, like he’s testing it

“i am,” you argue back

he takes a step closer, “you’re just hurt,”

your voice drops, “don’t psychoanalyze me right now,”

his eyes soften for half a second, then immediately ruin it by glancing down at your lips like he’s bored of the little self control he has when he’s around you

“i should’ve told you,” he admits, “i know, i’m sorry,”

you stare at him, still breathing hard,

“that’s it?” you ask, “that’s your apology?”

he smiles again, “no,”

and then, because he’s him, he reaches for you like it’s the most natural thing in the world

you immediately swat his hand away,

“don’t,” you warn,

he pauses, looking mildly amused again, “don’t what?”

“i was going to tell you,” he says, “i just.. kept putting it off, i didn’t want you to get upset,”

you let out a humorless laugh, “wow mission accomplished,”

“yeah,” he admits, a little sheepish now, but still annoyingly composed, “you’re pretty good at being upset,”

you finally look back at him, “don’t flirt your way out of this,”

“i’m not flirting,” he says, absolutely flirting, reaching out for your hand again

you yank your hand back, but he catches your wrist anyway, immediately pulling you closer instead of letting you escape the conversation like you usually do

“stop pulling me in,” you mutter,

“stop looking at me like that then,” he shoots back,

“like what?”

his eyes flick down to your lips for half a second before returning to your face, “like you want me to shut you up,”

you hate how close he is now

you hate more that he looks completely calm about it,

“you’re impossible,” you say, voice shaking more from frustration than anything else,

“you already said that,” he replies,

“yeah because you are,”

his hand finds your waist and you don’t move away,

“i’m sorry,” he says softly.

“i’m not done yet,”

“you’ve been talking for ten minutes,” he says

you glare at him

and he just smiles like he’s won something

“you’re enjoying this,” you scoff

“a little,” he admits

you shove his chest lightly, “you’re so annoying,”

he catches your wrist before you can pull away, but instead of stopping you, he just keeps it there between you

“yeah,” he says, voice lower now, “i’m sorry yn, i should’ve told you,”

you open your mouth to argue again-

and he leans in like he’s about to kiss you, but you turn your face away instantly

he laughs under his breath, like he expected it,

“are you gonna keep this up?” he murmurs,

“yes,” you say immediately

“liar,” he says again

his thumb brushes your wrist slowly,

you hate that it makes it harder to stay mad

“i’m actually going to kill you,” you mutter,

“you’re not,” he says calmly,

you hesitate,

because he’s still looking at you like that..

and you’re still mad..

but not mad in the way you were a few minutes ago,

“you’re still annoying,” you say finally,

he smiles, “i know,”

his hand slides to your waist anyway, like he already knows the answer, like he’s always known

he doesn’t rush you, just stays there, close enough that your anger has nowhere to go except into him

“you’re not making this better,” you whisper

“i’m not trying to,” he says honestly, then softer, “i’m trying to fix it,”

you finally look at him again

and this time you don’t move away when he leans in to press a soft kiss on your lips

it’s sweet and gentle, like he’s waiting for you to decide he’s forgiven,

when you don’t push him off, he deepens it just slightly, hand tightening at your waist like relief

when he pulls back, he’s still smiling

“you’re still mad,” he says,

you glare at him weakly, “don’t start,”

he brushes his thumb over your side, “i didn’t mean to upset you baby, i just didn’t know when to tell you,”

“you should’ve just told me immediately,”

“i know,” he sighs, “but-“

“no but,” you cut in, “there’s no ‘but’ to this,”

he only smiles, still that annoying, amusing little smile,

“can you stop smiling, i’m being dead serious,” you groan softly

“i’m sorry,” he chuckles, “what can i do to make it up to you?”

“you tell me,”

“we’ve got an hour until ryul comes back,” he says casually, like he’s talking about the weather, “so you can either keep complaining.. or we actually make use of the time,”

you blink,

“are you being for real right now?”

he looks entirely unbothered. “you’re the one standing this close to me after yelling for 10 minutes,”

your mouth opens,

then closes..

he leans in again, voice dropping just enough to make your thoughts short circuit, “you’re really hot when you’re mad, you know that?”

“oh my god,” you mutter, but you don’t move away

his grin widens, “yeah like that,”

“you’re not getting away with this so easily,” you scoff

“what?” he grins, “you’d rather have ryul here when we do it?”

“we’re not doing anything,” you say, glaring up at him

“say that again like you mean it,” he chuckles, pulling you closer by your waist

“ohyul-“

“yn,”

“no,”

“yes,”

“you’re not getting away with this so easily,” you scoff, still glaring up at him

he pauses,

just for a second

then he exhales a quiet laugh, like he’s actually amused by you holding your ground,

“yeah?” he murmurs,

his hand stays at your waist, but he doesn’t pull you closer this time, just looks at you properly

“so,” he says softly, “go on then, what do i have to do?”

you blink, “that’s not-“

“answer the question,” he interrupts, but his tone is still teasing, not demanding

you shove his chest lightly again, “you have to listen,”

“i am,” he says, leaning in just enough that his voice drops again, “i just don’t think you’re actually mad anymore,”

you open your mouth-

then stop, because he’s right, and he knows it

you glare at him anyway, “you’re still not getting away with it easily,”

his grin returns, slower this time

“good,” he says. “didn’t want it easy,”

and when he kisses you again, it’s like a truce you didn’t formally agree to

but didn’t stop either..

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[soobinieee]

y/n’s self control is insane (could nvr be me) 🤣

[fairyofshampgyu]

COMING SOON...

˙⋆✮ TOMORROW X TOGETHER HOST CLUB !

SUMMARY: You enrol into a rich ass university under a scholarship scheme. You find out the university is not only famous for its prestigiousness, but also very famous for their host club: a club with five very handsome, very eccentric boys that entertain the bored and affluent students. When you accidentally land yourself in debt to them, you're forced to assist with five events each under a different host. What can go wrong…?!

GENRE: smut, homie hopper y/n, ohshc au, mini series, dom! reader, crack, fluff, uni au, reverse harem, parody

PAIRING: sub! ot5 txt x dom! reader

INTRODUCING THE HOSTS:

Each of the five hosts attracts guests with their own distinct type, all of which are widely loved for their different appeal.

CHOI YEONJUN ! The ‘prince charming’ type

With his good looks, princely charm, and flamboyancy, Yeonjun is the most popular member of the host club, with a 70% request rate. His rose's color is white and his representative animal is a fox. Choi yeonjun was the one to create the club, his family plays a significant role in funding the university, hence why he is able to get away with having such a club. He personally recruited all of the other members and the club is something he values more than anything. A fashion major, Choi yeonjun is the heir to a global luxury fashion house. He also excitedly designs and creates many of the costumes for the host club events and members. He is the most flirty member and does the most fanservice.

CHOI SOOBIN ! The ‘gentle leader’ type

As the club’s president, Choi soobin is known for his calm authority and soft spoken nature. He is very polite and known to be very gentlemanly. His family is also the richest, with very old money and an aristocratic lineage. Despite this, he remains humble and approachable. His rose’s colour is pink and his representative animal is a bunny. Guests love him for his soft posh boy vibes, often wearing fake glasses as he knows guests love it, leaning into this image. His soft nurturing nature as the leader earned him the club’s unofficial title of the ‘mum’, whilst yeonjun is referred to as the ‘dad’ - a contrasting dynamic guests really seem to like. He also studies English literature. Guests ask soobin to create bullshit poetry for them, which they fawn over. Despite being an English lit student, poetry is not one of his strong suits.

CHOI BEOMGYU ! The ‘emo rockstar’ type

He is very brooding and emo, known for his mysterious nature which, unsurprisingly gains him a lot of attention from guests. With his messy wolfcut, guitar, and multiple facial piercings, he leans into a rockstar aesthetic that many find appealing. It is a role that sells. His roses’s colour is red and his representative animal is a bear. Unlike the other members, he is also secretly on a scholarship and does not come from an esteemed or wealthy family. He has his issues with the club, but it pays well and he does love his members. He remains deeply attached to the club and still enjoys being a host. Choi beomgyu studies music. Seems to always be tired and sleeping due to balancing his studies and being a host club member.

HUENING KAI ! The ‘cute angel’ type

Often referred to as ‘Honey Kai’, a nickname guests who favour him use fondly. Kai is known for his bright, sweet, sunshine personality and his sweet tooth. His cheerful energy and soft, approachable nature makes him especially popular with those drawn to the cute type. He loves plushies and collecting them, particularly penguins and is almost never seen without one. Guests frequently gift him penguin plushies, to the point where he now just has two rooms filled entirely with them. His roses’s colour is yellow and his representative animal is a penguin. His family owns hotel and resort chains. Kai studies music alongside beomgyu. Occasionally, beomgyu and kai will produce background music for events together.

KANG TAEHYUN ! The ‘cool intelligent’ type

Kang taehyun is known for his cold and unemotional resolve. He is highly intelligent and academically driven, taehyun is the treasurer of the club. While soobin and yeonjun handle overall planning, taehyun oversees the numbers and tracks profits, keeping track of who performs best and what brings in the most revenue. He claims to only be involved for the experience and connections it offers, treating the club more like a strategic investment. His rose’s colour is blue and his representative animal is a squirrel. Though, many guests argue he is more of a cat. Despite all of this, taehyun is known to have a soft spot for kai, who is his best friend. Their dynamic is also especially popular. Kang taehyun studies finance and comes from a family involved in finance and brokerage. He also workouts the most and is popular for his good shape and muscles.

RELEASE DATE: TBA

COMMENT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST !

A/n: this probably won’t be out until around June since I have exams lol but I wanted to post a teaser since it was fun to make and to see the reception !! This series is going to be a mini series and will probably have 5 parts for each member. Also don’t get your hopes up LMAOO each chapter probably won’t be too long and will sort of be like oneshot smuts with each member. I do have rough ideas for each member now but this is still probably not going to be plot heavy or super cohesive loll

Also tell me which character has caught your eye so far based on the profiles in the comments I’m very curious hehe…which host would you be requesting for?

[seodwae]

i’m about to TNT!

the one where cortis bf actually loses his cool and takes it out on you

cw - idol!bf, angst, hurt no comfort, cursing, various texting personalities, james calls you clingy, martin is a dick + direct projecting/improper communication, juhoon is dismissive, insecure seonghyeon and he takes it too far, keonho is embarrassed of you

check out part two!

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pls interact!!

thanks for droppin in :)

[soobinieee]

Things He Never Throws Away

pairing: bf! soobin x f!reader

genre: FLUFFFF, established relationship, slice of life

word count: 712

sum. you discovered that Soobin secretly keeps small, seemingly meaningless items...

The first time you realized Soobin kept things, it was by accident.

You weren’t supposed to see it.

He’d left his notebook open on the desk while he went to grab something, and you, being you—leaned over out of boredom more than curiosity.

It wasn’t notes. It was… random. A receipt. A dried leaf. A candy wrapper.

You frowned slightly, flipping the page.

A movie ticket stub.

Another page—there was a tiny pressed flower, carefully taped down. And then...

Your handwriting.

You froze.

It was just a scrap of paper. Torn, slightly crumpled, with a messy “don’t forget to eat!!!” written in your rushed handwriting, complete with three aggressively drawn exclamation marks.

You remembered writing it. You’d shoved it into his hand weeks ago when he skipped lunch again.

“…what are you doing?”

You nearly jumped.

Soobin was standing in the doorway, staring at you. Not angry—just… caught.

“I...uh—” You gestured helplessly at the notebook. “You collect trash?”

His ears turned red almost instantly. “It’s not trash.”

“It’s literally a candy wrapper.”

“It was from that place you like,” he muttered, walking over quickly and closing the notebook.

You blinked. “…you kept it because of that?”

He didn’t answer. Which, honestly, was an answer.

You leaned against the desk, crossing your arms. “Okay, but the leaf?”

“…you said it looked like a heart.”

You tried—really tried—not to smile.

“And the receipt?” “You were complaining about the price for ten minutes.” “I still stand by that,” you said immediately. “It was overpriced.”

A pause.

Then, softer, you added, “So you kept it?”

He shrugged, avoiding your eyes. “I just… keep things.”

“Things,” you repeated slowly. “Yeah.” “That remind you of me?”

Silence.

He scratched the back of his neck, clearly debating whether to deny it or not.

“…maybe.”

That did it.

You laughed, not in a teasing way, but something warmer—something that made him glance at you, slightly confused.

“That’s kind of cute, Soobin.”

“It’s not supposed to be cute,” he mumbled.

“Too late.”

He looked like he wanted to argue, but didn’t. Instead, he sat down, pulling the notebook closer to him like you might steal it.

You leaned down slightly, peeking at the edge. “What else is in there?”

“Nothing.” “Liar.” “It’s just random stuff.” “Show me.” “No.”

“Show me,” you insisted, nudging his arm.

He held firm for a second—then sighed, like he knew he wasn’t going to win anyway.

“Fine. But don’t laugh.” “I won’t.”

You absolutely would.

He opened it slowly this time, flipping through the pages himself. There was more than you expected.

A bus ticket. A photo booth strip—your faces slightly blurry because you wouldn’t stop moving. A sticky note with a badly drawn star (yours again).

And then—

You pointed. “Wait, that’s from—”

“Yeah,” he said quietly.

It was from a day you barely remembered mentioning. Something small, insignificant to you.

But he had it. Saved. Pressed between pages like it mattered.

“…you’re really serious about this, huh?” you said, softer now.

He didn’t look embarrassed anymore. Just honest.

“I forget things easily,” he admitted. “So I keep stuff instead.”

You tilted your head. “But these are all… me.” “…yeah.”

There was no hesitation that time.

Something in your chest shifted.

Carefully, you reached out, touching the edge of the page where your messy note was taped down.

“You know,” you said, voice quieter than before, “you don’t have to keep pieces of paper to remember me.”

He looked at you then, really looked.

“I know,” he said.

A small pause. “…but I want to.”

That landed heavier than anything else he’d said. You didn’t tease him this time. Didn’t laugh. Instead, you tore a small piece from your own notebook, quickly scribbling something before placing it in front of him.

He blinked. “What’s this?”

“Add it to your collection,” you said.

Suspicious, he picked it up. “you’re cute too (but don’t get used to it)”

His lips pressed together, like he was trying not to smile.

Failed.

“…this one’s staying,” he said. “Obviously.”

He carefully tucked it into the notebook, smoothing it out like it was something fragile.

And for the first time, you noticed—

He wasn’t just keeping things. He was keeping moments. And somehow, without you realizing...

He’d been keeping you, too.

---- m.list

[soobinieee]

i’ve been so busy lately so i just got to properly listen to 4shoville and omds it’s such a banger. I LOVEE NO HI NO HEY 👏

[crtisbambi]

larp ❤︎ keonho

in which . . . your twin brothers best friend larps all your interests in order to get your attention

﹙PRÉCIS﹚, ✿23𝓈 ㅤㅤ ⸻ nonidol keonho & 𝒻. rea 𓂃 Ⓢmau ࣪ ˖ yearner keonho?? 𝄞 ⸝⸝ ⟢ 、first love cuties 𓏏 >﹏<

ℬambi : hi i haven’t posted in Awhile 😳😳 this is my apology for not updating summer boy wit anotha kono work!!!

[soobinieee]

this is so funny 😭

[mytwinsung]

⋆˚꩜⋆˚࿔ THE GLASSES STAY ON . . .

𖡎 k. ohyul x reader &&. est. relationship. fluff. you just can’t seem to get enough of ohyul’s glasses, and resort to drastic measures... all content is purely fictional!

“baby?” ohyul calls once, then twice, before he repeats your name again as he makes his third round around the small hotel room. “have you seen my contacts?” 

you’re sitting on the bed pretending to read a book, though most of your focus is going into making yourself look not-guilty. 

“no,” you answer dutifully, turning another page you haven’t read. 

“i swear i just had them.” you look up and have to do a double take. damn. ohyul always looks good, but standing there with his hands on his hips, hair messy from lying around all day, zip-up sliding off one shoulder to expose his bicep in that tank, with his glasses sliding low on his nose? angelic. 

you force yourself to look back down, biting your lip to hide your smile. 

“what’s wrong with the glasses?” you ask innocently. ohyul sighs. 

“nothing, it’s just easier without having to carry them around ‘n stuff — especially when i’m dancing.” 

you hum, sinking back into the pillows to watch him from behind your book as he paces around some more, still searching. 

“this place is not that big,” he grouses, “they’ve gotta be here somewhere.”

your head falls back as he leans over you to check the shelf above the headboard. he catches your gaze where from you’re staring at him below. his lips quirk up a little at your beaming smile. 

“what?”

“nothing,” you say, feigning nonchalance. “you just look hot in glasses.”

ohyul grins. “yeah?”

“yeah,” you answer, giggling when his arms drop to either side of you, caging you in against the pillows as he climbs on top of you. his lips meet yours, glasses fogging up, and the kiss makes you so breathless that you don’t notice his hands slipping behind the pillows at your back. 

“aha!” he cries, snatching the contact case from where you’d stashed it under the pillows. he sits back, holding it out of reach while you try to grab it back. “little sneak.”

he laughs when you fall forward against him, steadying you with his free hand around your waist. “i kinda need these, you know,” he hums down at your pouting face. 

“i like the glasses.”

“i can tell,” he teases, laughing again at your disdained expression. he kisses the pout on your lips once more before disentangling himself and getting to his feet. “freak.”

“just leave them for today!” you call after him in a dramatic plea as he gathers his things to change in the hotel bathroom, still laughing at you. 

“maybe if you behave.”

“hmph.”

so crazy about glasses ohyul #im in love <3

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[soobinieee]

THIS IS SO CUTEEE

[soobinieee]

omg woojin doing a dance cover with his classmates is the cutest thing ever

[fushigasm]

i find the concept of bf!gojo teleporting to your apartment when you’re mad at him and ignoring his texts so funny

like he knows you’ll probably just be more mad and will end up slapping him for even trying that bs with his limitless but you’re severely underestimating his need for your attention.

you’re reading a book, lying on your stomach, calm in those extra fancy sheets satoru bought for you. and then he’s there. well, right next to the side of your bed, blindfold shoved up above his eerily blue eyes. your head snaps as you see him out your peripheral, jumping back immediately, nearly rolling off your bed when he appears.

“listen, baby—” a book hits him in his face—well almost does. it bounces off his…force field thingy…? if you’re honest every time he goes off on a tangent on his powers you just space out and nod along saying ‘so cool, toru’. he frowns like it’s an insane thing you tried to do that.

“what on earth is wrong with you, gojo!?” your voice is laced with shock, clenching your hands on the sheets, still a little shaken up from seeing his figure randomly appear in your room during your ‘decompressing time’ where you were supposed to be free of him.

“gojo? c’mon, you can’t be that mad?”

you ready your pillow in your hands, knowing it’ll still probably bounce right off if you throw it at him.

“what part of ‘fuck off.’ do you not get?” you’re raising your voice now and he looks physically hurt by it.

“well you said until i was ready to apologize,” he bends down, lying his arms on the bed infront of you while you jolt away. he frowns even more. “and i am, dear.” you kick his hands away when they try and trace his way up your shins.

he pouts like a child denied ice cream.

“i, satoru gojo,” he lies his head on the bed, still looking at you as he crones his head to the side. “apologize to my amazing, utterly gorgeous girlfriend, for embarrassing you infront of your boss.”

“you are such a child.” he sighs. you’re probably right—he got shitfaced infront of all your coworkers on wine coolers and disgustingly sweet alcohol, after insisting upon coming, and saying utter bullshit to your boss like a college kid. “and you just teleport here with your stupid powers? go to hell, satoru.” you throw the pillow, hitting him dead in the face after he deactivates his limitless.

you hate how cute he looks all pathetic like this, letting you throw stuff at him because he deserves this—he does—and just lying his face by your feet all pouty looking up at you. and you hate how his face actually makes you fold.

“you can sleep on my couch, tonight.” his head shoots up, dopey frog looking ass smile spreading across his face.

he ignores the rest of what you say unintentionally while he thinks about how so goddamn happy he is you don’t hate hate him.

he’s so fucking stupid.

not proofread ! btw this is not frog face gojo hate he looked his sexiest in shinjuku. and YES this is a reupload

[soobinieee]

WHAT THE HELLL OHYULL IM ACTL NOT OK BRUHDDJJDJDDJDHHD FUHH

[soobinieee]

DAMN THOSE FACE CARDS

[soobinieee]

omgg lngshot performed a new song at hiphopplaya festival… MIXTAPE 2 IS CMG SOON I CANT WAIT

[soobinieee]

Just a Normal Day (with you)?

pairing: bf! louis x f!reader

word count: 1038

genre: fluff, romcom, slice of life, established relationship

sum. A soft birthday story where you surprised Louis, who just wanted a normal day...

It’s barely sunrise when you wake up to the quiet sound of movement in the kitchen.

For a second, you think you’re imagining it—Louis had insisted the night before that he wasn’t doing anything for his birthday. “Just a normal day,” he’d said, shrugging like it wasn't something worth making a big deal out of.

But of course, he was already awake.

You drag yourself out of bed, still half-asleep, and follow the faint clinking noises. When you reach the doorway, you pause.

He’s standing there in an oversized hoodie, hair messy, squinting at the stove like it personally offended him. There’s flour on his cheek—flour, somehow, and he’s holding a spatula like he’s negotiating with it.

“...Louis?”

He startles so hard he nearly drops it. “You weren’t supposed to be up yet.”

You lean against the doorframe, amused. “It’s my line. It’s your birthday.”

He looks away, ears a little red. “Yeah, well… I thought I’d make breakfast.”

You glance at the counter. It’s… chaotic. Eggs, batter, something that might’ve been pancakes in a past life.

“And this,” you say carefully, “was your plan?”

“It was going better in my head,” he mutters.

You laugh softly and walk over, reaching up to wipe the flour off his cheek with your thumb. He freezes for a moment, then relaxes, watching you in that quiet way he always does, like you’re the only thing worth focusing on.

“You don’t have to do this,” you say. “You’re supposed to be the one being spoiled today.”

He tilts his head. “I like doing things for you.”

There’s no hesitation in his voice. No teasing. Just simple, honest truth. That alone makes your chest feel a little too full.

You sigh dramatically. “Fine. But at least let me help before you accidentally burn the house down.”

“I was not—”

You reach past him and turn off the stove before the pan can prove him wrong.

He huffs, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips.

The two of you end up working side by side, fixing his… attempt at breakfast. It’s messy, a little chaotic, but comfortable. Every now and then your hands brush, or he leans a little too close to check something that absolutely does not need checking.

At one point, you catch him staring again.

“What?” you ask. “Nothing.” “Louis.”

He hesitates, then shrugs. “It just feels nice.”

“Making lopsided pancakes?”

“No,” he says quietly. “Being here. With you.”

That does it.

You don’t even think—you just step closer and wrap your arms around him, pressing your face into his hoodie. He stiffens for half a second before immediately melting into it, arms circling you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Happy birthday,” you mumble against him.

He laughs softly, resting his chin on your head. “You’re supposed to say that after I wake up.”

“You were already up.”

“…Right.”

You pull back just enough to look at him. “I have something planned, you know.” His eyes narrow slightly. “Should I be concerned?”

“Very.”

He smiles. one of those real ones, not the teasing kind. The kind that makes his eyes soften and everything else feel a little quieter.

“Then I’m looking forward to it.”

You almost feel bad—almost—remembering how he said he just wanted a normal day.

"I think you'll regret saying that..." "Oh no... what did you plan...?"

You cleared your throat, dramatically. "Alright, riddle time!"

"I go up and down.." "Elevator?" "Nope. I make your heart race..." "You. OH playing minecraft with you at home!" Louis excitedly jumped up and down.

"No bruh I'm not done with my riddle." "What is it, just tell me pleeeeaseeeee" he pleaded.

"I also twist and turn, and will keep you on the edge of your seat! What am I?"

There's a pause.

Louis blinks. "...No, you did not.."

You tilt your head innocently. "No?"

"No," he repeats, already shaking his head in fear. "Absolutely not." he said curtly.

"You didn't even answer my riddle." "I don't need to," he says, pointing at you accusingly. "It's a roller coaster."

You try to keep a straight face. "It could be something else." "It's definitely not something else." "Well, it could be."

"It's not," he insists, voice rising slightly. "You said up and down, twist and turn. What else could that even be?"

You shrug. "It could be downhill karting?"

"Be serious."

You can’t hold it in anymore—you start laughing. His eyes widen. “You are serious.”

“Surprise... Happy birthday?” you offer weakly with a sheepish smile.

“Y/n.”

You reach for his hand. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“No, it won’t,” he says immediately. “It’ll be terrifying.” “You haven’t even tried it.” “I’ve seen videos,” he shoots back. “People scream. That’s not a good sign.”

“That’s the fun part.” “For you.”

You step closer, tugging his hand gently. “I’ll be with you the whole time.” “That doesn’t change the fact that it goes upside down.”

“Not all of them!” “You didn’t say which one.” “…Okay, that’s fair.”

He squints at you. “You’re evil.” You beam. “And yet you’re still coming with me.”

He hesitates.

You can see the exact moment he debates it—fear versus you.

“…Do I have a choice?” he asks finally. You squeeze his hand. “Nope.”

He sighs, dramatically dropping his head back against the couch. “If I scream, I’m blaming you.” “You’re definitely going to scream.” “I am not—”

You raise an eyebrow.

“…Okay, maybe a little,” he mutters.

You grin and pull him up. “That’s fine. I’ll scream louder so no one notices.”

He lets himself be dragged along, still complaining under his breath, but his fingers tighten around yours like he’s not planning to let go anytime soon.

“…You’re holding my hand the entire time,” he adds. You glance at him. “Of course.” “…Even on the big one?”

You smile, softer now. “Especially on the big one.”

He exhales, somewhere between nervous and fond. “…Okay,” he says quietly. “Then maybe it won’t be that bad.”

“See?” you tease. “You’re already getting braver.” “Don’t push it.”

"Heh I guess it's not such a normal day after all." you teased.

"Yeah... this definitely isn't just a normal day." He huffs softly, not letting go of your hand.

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a/n: i referenced from that one 4SHOBOSHOW episode 😂... ANDDD HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOUIS (a lil late oops)