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-> I hate biology wholeheartedly, but I took it in high school and now, I'm suffering (I didn't have another choice-)
-> I'm kinda awkward at first, but besides that I am a really nice person.
-> I'm ENFP, cabin 7, hufflepuff, extroverted, type c, yapper, overthinker, nerdy, outfit repeater, only child kind of person.
-> I'm a big fan of the popular franchises like MCU, Star Wars and Harry Potter (got called autistic for that...-).
-> I play piano and I can sing well. I love rock and metal music.
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OOPS, WE’RE CURSED . . . . 보이넥스트도어 ☆ and we kinda into it.
CЦЯSΞ — Love me, love me! Say that you love me!
ωα𝗋𐓣𝗂𐓣𝗀𝗌: one mention of dress in sungho's, curses , fluff , humour , mutual pining , 2436
a/n: we're celebrating lollapalloozanextdoor and what is a good way to celebrate it? of course making a fic for my pookies and @ambxrkz !!! (let's congratulate her on getting tumblr lmao). also you can definitely see who's my fav (leehan biases we rise) hope you enjoy it pookies 🫶
PARK SUNGHO — THE "VOICE" COURSE
You can’t speak without the other hearing your thoughts — out loud.
At first, you thought you might as well bury yourself underground.
Maybe at least there, Sungho wouldn’t be able to hear your thoughts.
Actually, no.
He would still hear them.
“He looks so beautiful…” you thought. Back then, you didn’t know… Oh, how much you regretted it…
“Thanks,” he smiled.
You looked at him, dumbfounded. What… what did he mean by that…?
“What is he talking about?”
“What do you mean ‘what am I talking about’? You just said I look beautiful,” he replied without missing a beat, and you stared at him wide-eyed.
“But I didn’t say anything!”
“I heard you.”
“What is going on…? I didn’t say anything—”
“You did. I’m telling you, you did.”
“Wait! Now I’m sure I didn’t say it out loud!”
“I can hear you!”
“But I only thought you look good! I didn’t say it!”
“What the…”
But then, when you both finally understood what this whole curse was about, you never expected things would turn out like this…
Recently, you were on your way to check out that new café he told you about. You passed by a clothing store. You looked at the display window. “That dress is so pretty…” you thought. “I wonder how I’d look in it.”
“Wanna go in and try it on?” he asked. You looked at him, surprised… Oh. Right…
And once you went in and tried it on, you thought it didn’t suit you.
Big mistake.
“I think you look beautiful. Actually, you’re always beautiful, you know?”
In the end, you walked out with the dress in a shopping bag.
Another time, you were walking around your apartment, looking for your headphones.
“Where are they?” you wondered.
“Headphones? In the desk drawer,” Sungho’s voice broke your train of thought. “I put them there when I was tidying up. Sorry.”
But sometimes you feel like it’s exhausting — you can’t even talk to him properly. He already knows what you’re going to say. On one hand — it helps avoid a lot of conflicts, on the other — it’s so annoying when you see his light hair and sparkling eyes and think, “So handsome…” and he just laughs at you.
LEE RIWOO — THE "MIRROR" COURSE
You can only see each other in reflections.
Riwoo was so curious…
When you bought the mirror, you didn’t expect that besides your own reflection, you’d also see a boy standing next to you. You turned around immediately, but there was no one there —yet in the mirror, the image of a sweet redhead remained.
He was just as surprised by you. You looked… amazing. So… beautiful. But… the worst part was that he couldn’t touch you.
Because whenever you tried to touch the mirror, and he reached out his hand to do the same, all you met was the cold glass.
But… as long as you could talk to each other, everything was fine, right? Even if a pane of glass separated you.
“You always have to eat something sweet, huh?” you laughed once, watching him eat chocolate. You’d noticed Riwoo often ate something sweet whenever you talked.
“I just like everything that’s sweet,” he replied with a smile.
Then you two started sticking notes on the mirror.
“Have you eaten yet?” — was hanging on his side.
“Remember to take a drink to practice, okay?” — was on yours.
Just keep in mind — you must never kiss the mirror while wearing lipstick — Riwoo will have a heart attack if he sees that you pressed your lips against the glass. After all, that’s almost the same as kissing him!
MYUNG JAEHYUN — THE "BODY SWAP" COURSE
You switch bodies every time one of you says something untrue.
You and Jaehyun were sitting in the studio. You had promised him you’d help with a certain song that had been on his mind for some time.
“How was it?” he asked when he came back to you after finishing his part.
“You could work a bit on that ending, you know? More of that… ‘flow’, you know what I mean,” you said, handing him a bottle of water.
“You always have to find something to complain about, don’t you?” he laughed, taking a sip of water. “How I don’t like you…”
And at the end of that sentence, your vision blurred, the world spun, and a scream escaped your lungs…
The only thing is that scream didn’t sound like you…
And why were you suddenly sitting on Jaehyun’s place!?
“You’re…”
“Me!?”
“That’s impossible!” Jaehyun said. God, did you always have such an annoying voice?
“How do you even ask me that? I don’t know myself!” You replied. But it was weird… Jaehyun’s body… This is crazy!
“What did you do!? Tell me it’s some stupid joke.”
“I did? I think it was you!”
“I’m not to blame for anything.”
And again the same thing.
But this time…
You were yourself.
“We’re back…,” he stated.
“Well done, genius. You discovered America.”
And again the swap.
“I said it’s your fault!”
“And what am I supposed to have done?”
“I don’t know, but you must have done something!”
“You’re stupid!”
And again the same.
And so for the next thirty times, until you understood what this was all about.
“So… We can’t lie.”
“Never.”
But if everything was that simple, it would be totally different.
But it wasn’t.
“Jaehyun,” you knocked on the bathroom door. “Have you seen my keys anywhere? I can’t find them,” you said.
“I don’t know!” he replied.
And the swap.
Oh gosh.
He was naked.
Or rather… you were.
“Jaehyun! Jaehyun, you idiot, how much I hate you!”
And back.
But you will never forget that sight…
“I…” he said as he came out of the bathroom. This time wrapped in a towel. “Sorry…”
“You better think about how to erase that from my mind, not apologize! That was horrible!”
“I think that when you shower, you don’t wear clothes, huh?”
“And maybe when you know where something is, you tell, right?”
Well… At least now he didn’t plan to lie to you again…
Or he might lie on purpose when you’re in the bathroom.
HAN TAESAN — THE "DREAM" COURSE
You see each other in dreams — but only you remember what happened in them.
It used to be so wonderful to wake up with a smile on your face…
Taesan… He was like a dream.
And the worst part — he really was your dream.
That night he sang you a beautiful serenade. Ah, and that voice of his when he sang it. Perfect.
Those dreams… they were no different from reality. At least in terms of what Taesan was like in them. He was always a bit… withdrawn, different from the rest. It was the same here, but you felt like you could talk to him heart-to-heart, and he, too, was a bit more open and playful with you.
Only… it was a shame they were just dreams.
Because afterward, you’d meet Taesan, who was completely unaware of what had happened there.
You wondered if there would ever come a time when it would become real… When you could actually spend time with him like in those moments.
But maybe it wasn’t meant to be.
Maybe your imagination was just playing tricks on you because you liked him.
Until suddenly… something changed. Nothing major, but—
“Do you ever dream?”
“What?” you asked.
“I’m asking if you have dreams.”
“Like everyone else.”
“What’s in them?”
And you didn’t know what to say.
Because what could you tell him? “I dream about you?” — was that what you were supposed to say?
“Nothing special… just random… stuff…”
“Stuff… yeah?” he scoffed.
And then at night… in the dream… the same thing again.
“You lied, you know? You’re dreaming about the same thing I am right now… and it’s not just stuff”
“You’re a dream, you’re just a dream,” you repeated. It’s just a dream, right...?
“If I’m a dream, then why does it feel like it’s real?”
You didn’t answer.
You couldn’t.
And then you met again.
“I will understand if you don’t believe me,” he admitted. “But just know, those dreams would be even better if they were real, you know?” he laughed.
KIM LEEHAN — THE "TOUCH TO SWAP EMOTIONS" COURSE
Whenever you touch, your emotions switch.
You weren't supposed to be chill.
Not during the presentation.
Not when Leehan was sitting exactly a step away from you, watching the fish in the aquarium shop, looking like an Adonis and breathing in your direction.
But the curse? Oh, the curse had other plans.
It started two weeks ago when your hands accidentally rubbed and suddenly you were calm and composed... and Leehan stuttered over his water bottle as if it were a living grenade.
"W-what just happened?" he asked, and his cheeks lit up red.
You, extremely calm:
"I don't know myself, but I feel so calm. As if all my worries had gone somewhere...", you sighed, relaxing on the couch. You gave Leehan a brief look. "Are you all right? You look like a tomato," you said and touched his cheek. You felt like some kind of mess again, and Leehan? Nothing. He was as laid back as ever! But how...?
“I feel great,” he said with a lazy grin, like he wasn’t red in the face just thirty seconds ago. “You should touch me more often.”
You short-circuited on the spot.
"Touch him more often???"
Was he trying to kill you? Was this curse a gift from the universe or a total cosmic prank?
“You can’t just say things like that,” you snapped, already overheating from secondhand emotions.
Leehan, back to chill mode, shrugged. “Why not? I’m just saying what you’re too nervous to admit."
“Oh, you think I’m nervous?”
He reached out and gently tapped your shoulder.
Your pulse leveled instantly. Your breath came easy.
You looked at him.
And he—
Froze. Jaw tight. Fingers twitching. Eyes wide.
“Yeah,” you said smugly, watching his composure crumble. “You’re definitely nervous.”
Coming back, now, you should’ve been thinking about your biology presentation about marine systems.
Instead, you were staring at Leehan.
Leehan, who was crouched in front of a fish tank, nose practically pressed to the glass, watching a dramatic blue tang.
You tried not to swoon. You really did.
And then he turned to you and smiled — that soft, slightly lopsided smile that made your brain reboot — and you completely panicked.
Until your elbow brushed his.
Your panic? Gone.
Leehan, on the other hand, stood up so fast he bumped his head on the edge of the tank’s lid.
He groaned, holding his head. “Why does this keep happening?!”
You smiled serenely. “You okay?”
“No,” he grumbled. “I was emotionally stable for five minutes.”
“Sounds fake,” you said sweetly, leaning closer. “Should we shake hands again? Just to test it?”
He gave you a look.
“You are a menace.”
“And you like me anyway,” you said — way too confidently for someone who was panicking five seconds ago.
He blushed.
You smirked.
But there is nothing bad that wouldn't work out for good.
You stood in front of your class and words flowed. Your voice didn’t even shake, when you talked about the marine systems.
Leehan watched from the back of the room, arms crossed, looking far more nervous than you were supposed to be.
You winked at him mid-slide.
He looked like he might actually explode.
Later, outside the classroom, you high-fived him.
Which, of course, meant emotional swap again.
You immediately doubled over.
“Oh my god. You were that nervous for me?!”
He just smiled, unbothered now. “You’re welcome.”
You grumbled. “This curse is so annoying.”
He leaned in, teasing. “Or maybe it’s just how you get to hold my hand every other hour.”
You blushed.
…And so did he.
Because you both forgot: accidental pinkies had brushed again.
Doomed. Absolutely doomed.
KIM WOONHAK — THE "SOULMATE" COURSE
You can feel each other’s emotions.
It started with a shared nosebleed.
Well — not a real one.
Just Woonhak seeing you smile across the room and feeling like his blood pressure had left his body.
And you, unfortunately tied to his emotions, nearly fainting mid-conversation.
“Are you okay?” you asked, leaning closer. “You look pale.”
“WHY ARE YOU SMILING,” he whisper-screamed, covering his face with both hands, “I’M GOING TO COMBUST.”
You, feeling your own stomach flip because he was clearly feeling things:
“Wait. Was that from you or me?”
“I DON’T KNOW BUT STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT.”
You blinked at him.
He blinked back.
Somewhere between the chaos of shared heart rates and your steadily rising body temperature (definitely not a fever, you checked), a silence settled over the room.
A buzzing, butterfly-infested, emotionally loaded silence.
Then Woonhak — still hiding behind his hands like they were some kind of holy barrier — muttered through his fingers, “Okay. Maybe you smiling is cute. Maybe. But can you, like, not smile directly at me? Or breathe near me? Or—”
“Woonhak,” you said, utterly flat. “I literally can feel your embarrassment right now.”
He groaned into his palms. “I KNOW. IT'S A NIGHTMARE.”
You folded your arms. “For you or for me?”
He paused. Peeked at you through his fingers. “…Yes.”
You laughed — because what else were you supposed to do? The sound echoed in his chest (literally), and you felt the flutter it triggered in him like a ricocheted wave right back at you.
STARBOY . . . . 阿纳金 ☆ stars are our guides in the world of false.
SΓАЯGАZIИG ─── Made your whole year in a week too.
ωα𝗋𐓣𝗂𐓣𝗀𝗌: anakin skywalker x gn!reader , established relationship , 560
a/n: surprise! i'm coming back after... 5 months...? OKAY THAT WAS LONG- BUT IM REWATCHING STAR WARS AND OH MY GOODNESS HAYDEN CHRISTIANSEN YOURE TOO FINE FOR YOUR OWN GOOD. GOD, BRING ME A HANDSOME MAN THAT WILL LOVE LIKE ANAKIN LOVES PADME IN EPISODE 2
"Anakin, where do you take me?", you ask. He called you an hour ago and the only thing he said is: "Get ready, I'm taking you out". But where? For what? Nothing. He won't say a word. All he says is:
"You will know. Sooner or later. Otherwise, it won't be a surprise."
So you keep starring out the window, looking at the city that fades in back of the road what you've passed.
"It looks beautiful," you think. Because it really is.
The lights - they make a fantastic landscape which, even though it blurs into an one, cumulated spot of light, looks amazing, artistic, like a painting.
Then you look forward - at your route. Lanterns illuminate the road, lean over the highway, creating an impression of illusion. It looks like an arch made of an infinite number of lights.
And after a single moment you feel a gentle pull towards the left. Anakin took the right highway exit. You didn't know this road, but somehow you were sure that it doesn't really lead to anywhere. You passed some villages. You find it peaceful and quiet. Much more better than in the city. It's loud and lively. Here... It feels slower. As if life and time had stopped flowing here and left no mark on what was around.
After a while, the car stops.
"We're here," he says. He opens the door and hold it for you. You go out and well... The first thing that goes to your mind is that you're in the middle of nowhere.
"Anakin, why are we here?", you asked. Something doesn't seem right about all of this. His quietness and stillness... There must be something behind this. It has to-
"I wanted to see stars with you."
"Huh?"
It caught you off guard. You went stargazing the last time he came by your place. You climbed the stairs of your building, until you reached the top, opened the doors to the rooftop and spent time looking at the sky. And suddenly, now, he wanted to take you out just to see stars. That's... kind of weird to say at least.
"You liked the view the last time we did it, but the stars in the city? Well, they aren't even stars to say the least. They're just a reflection of the city lights. I wanted to see stars with you. Not a reflection. You deserve better than this."
Oh.
This statement... It was something else. But also, you understand how much he loves you. You doubt that most people would take someone for a hour-long ride just because they liked the view of the fake sky, so it would be nice to show them the real one, because they deserve it.
No, they deserve more than this.
His ways of showing "I love you" were fascinating.
You should add it to the list why is he the most wonderful person in your life.
You put the blanket on the ground and lay down with him.
He was right. The 'stars' in the city are fake. They are much more beautiful in reality. You look at Anakin and you can't help, but smile. He looks like the personification of them. Like if all the stars merged to create him.
He was really a starboy.
And you melt at the thought that you're his stargirl.
STAINED WITH LOVE . . . . 王奕翔 ☆ kisses come in every colour
ҜISSΞS — Come and put your lipstick on my neck and my body, my baby.
ωα𝗋𐓣𝗂𐓣𝗀𝗌: skinship , fluff , 313
a/n: drops this and explodes. i'm starting school tmr so this nico post is a culmination of my freedom before going to prison 🙂↕️
Nicholas loves buying you lipsticks.
Red, beige, pink — every color.
But don’t worry, he wouldn’t do it if he didn’t get something out of it.
“How about this one?” he asks, picking up the first one in sight. “It’ll suit you,” he declares, and he’s right — he always is, because when it comes to aesthetics, Nicholas always hits the mark.
Without even waiting for your reply, he twists the lipstick open and places his thumb on your lip, gently parting it to apply the color.
“It definitely suits you,” he smiles, leaning in for you to press your lips against his cheek. He looks at his reflection in the mirror, satisfied. “It suits me too, actually,” he laughs, touching the lipstick mark with his fingers.
Or if you’ve just put on fresh lipstick... Yeah, Nicholas won’t let you off the hook.
Because what can he do, when your crimson lips look so tempting? The answer is "kiss you"!
After all, he bought you all those lipsticks — surely he has the right to expect you’ll share them with him, doesn’t he?
Still, his favorite moment is when you can’t decide on just one, so you test each shade on him, and he feels like he’s in heaven, drunk with love and he promises that he could let you do this for hours.
But never, ever try to wipe away any of the lipstick marks just because you’ve run out of space.
“No, leave it. You’ve still got my neck, and if the neck isn’t enough, well… there are other parts of the body.”
MUSIC ❀ ｡ ───── Feuer und Wasser kommt nie zusammen ｡ Kann man nicht binden sind nicht verwandt ｡ In Funken versunken steh ich in flammen ｡ Und bin im Wasser verbrannt ｡ Im Wasser verbrannt ｡
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any prns , 5teen , metalhead , singer , writer , aquarius , polish , english , perfect example of procrastination .
STAINED WITH LOVE . . . . 王奕翔 ☆ kisses come in every colour
ҜISSΞS — Come and put your lipstick on my neck and my body, my baby.
ωα𝗋𐓣𝗂𐓣𝗀𝗌: skinship , fluff , 313
a/n: drops this and explodes. i'm starting school tmr so this nico post is a culmination of my freedom before going to prison 🙂↕️
Nicholas loves buying you lipsticks.
Red, beige, pink — every color.
But don’t worry, he wouldn’t do it if he didn’t get something out of it.
“How about this one?” he asks, picking up the first one in sight. “It’ll suit you,” he declares, and he’s right — he always is, because when it comes to aesthetics, Nicholas always hits the mark.
Without even waiting for your reply, he twists the lipstick open and places his thumb on your lip, gently parting it to apply the color.
“It definitely suits you,” he smiles, leaning in for you to press your lips against his cheek. He looks at his reflection in the mirror, satisfied. “It suits me too, actually,” he laughs, touching the lipstick mark with his fingers.
Or if you’ve just put on fresh lipstick... Yeah, Nicholas won’t let you off the hook.
Because what can he do, when your crimson lips look so tempting? The answer is "kiss you"!
After all, he bought you all those lipsticks — surely he has the right to expect you’ll share them with him, doesn’t he?
Still, his favorite moment is when you can’t decide on just one, so you test each shade on him, and he feels like he’s in heaven, drunk with love and he promises that he could let you do this for hours.
But never, ever try to wipe away any of the lipstick marks just because you’ve run out of space.
“No, leave it. You’ve still got my neck, and if the neck isn’t enough, well… there are other parts of the body.”
He won’t care if we’re married. If he thinks I’m against the Empire (which I wholeheartedly am), I’m dead.
Pray for me.
For those I tag, no pressure! @littledudeholland @sunkissed-melodies @pixanefan @leapingbadger @mellow-lynx @mariaashlay and whoever else wants to join!
STAINED WITH LOVE . . . . 王奕翔 ☆ kisses come in every colour
ҜISSΞS — Come and put your lipstick on my neck and my body, my baby.
ωα𝗋𐓣𝗂𐓣𝗀𝗌: skinship , fluff , 313
a/n: drops this and explodes. i'm starting school tmr so this nico post is a culmination of my freedom before going to prison 🙂↕️
Nicholas loves buying you lipsticks.
Red, beige, pink — every color.
But don’t worry, he wouldn’t do it if he didn’t get something out of it.
“How about this one?” he asks, picking up the first one in sight. “It’ll suit you,” he declares, and he’s right — he always is, because when it comes to aesthetics, Nicholas always hits the mark.
Without even waiting for your reply, he twists the lipstick open and places his thumb on your lip, gently parting it to apply the color.
“It definitely suits you,” he smiles, leaning in for you to press your lips against his cheek. He looks at his reflection in the mirror, satisfied. “It suits me too, actually,” he laughs, touching the lipstick mark with his fingers.
Or if you’ve just put on fresh lipstick... Yeah, Nicholas won’t let you off the hook.
Because what can he do, when your crimson lips look so tempting? The answer is "kiss you"!
After all, he bought you all those lipsticks — surely he has the right to expect you’ll share them with him, doesn’t he?
Still, his favorite moment is when you can’t decide on just one, so you test each shade on him, and he feels like he’s in heaven, drunk with love and he promises that he could let you do this for hours.
But never, ever try to wipe away any of the lipstick marks just because you’ve run out of space.
“No, leave it. You’ve still got my neck, and if the neck isn’t enough, well… there are other parts of the body.”
