#mei's prompt list reqs

[februaryflowers]

congratulations on 400, your lovely writings deserve more! if you're still taking reqs, i'd like to req cheol with 39 and 35 :3. (i hope you're still taking reqs, if not then it's okay!)

even more than yesterday

35 (matutine - of early morning) + 39 (“is that mine?” “i thought it was mine.”)

prompt list

warnings: kissing i believe and that’s it but lmk if there’s something else

fluff, 641 words, seungcheol x reader

The sun is just coming up over the horizon and sneaking through the slits in the blinds when it finds that the edges of its rays are illuminating your face. Gently prying your boyfriend’s fingers off your arm, you feel the pressure on your eyelids lighten. 

You suppose you should get ready for the day, even if it’s unpleasantly early and that means you’ll have to leave Seungcheol’s warmth.

But you kiss his cheek as you get out of bed and make your way to the vanity next to the bed anyway. “Sleep well, my Cheolcheol.”

You lock eyes with yourself in the mirror as Seungcheol’s words fill your mind. “You’re so beautiful,” he’d say, and the thought makes your lips curve.

But your eyes move from your reflection to the shiny object shining in the sunlight’s rays. Reaching for the small, metal pendant that sits on the edge, you clasp its chain around your neck as the first step of your morning routine before you push the chair in and look for something suitable to wear for work. 

When one of the drawers, stuffed to the brim with both your and your boyfriend’s clothes, won’t close, you admittedly push it in with more force than necessary, generating a moderate banging noise. 

“Huh?” Seungcheol says, sitting up in bed with his hair flying in all directions.

You turn to him and smile. “Morning,” you chrip.

Yawning, he turns and looks in your direction. “What time is it?”

“7:21.”

Sighing, he shakes his head and mumbles, “I should get up. Long day ahead.” He rubs his eyes and looks at you, his eyes catching the light reflecting off the metallic thing around your neck. 

He shrugs it off before he starts to wake up and his eyes wander back to it. “Hey, is that mine?”

“What?”

“That necklace you’re wearing.”

“I thought it was mine.”

Seungcheol squints at it again. He’s pretty sure that’s his. He’s been looking for it for weeks but gave up hope of finding it a few days ago.

But then again, it looks good on you. And you wearing his things is always a plus. 

“Okay, maybe it is,” he mumbles before getting up and heading to the bathroom to shower. 

As you pull your top over your head, your mind goes back to when you first found the pendant on the counter in the kitchen. Seungcheol does tend to leave his keys there. Maybe he also left his necklace there too after a long day of work.

So perhaps you were wrong and it actually is Seungcheol’s. Does he miss it? Maybe you should give it back to him. 

Unclasping it, you hold it in your hands as you knock on the door to the bathroom.

He opens the door a crack, the noise of water running still in the background. “Hm?” he asks.

“Maybe it is yours,” you say, handing the chain to him.

“Keep it,” he replies, gently pushing your hand back towards you.

“But--”

He chuckles. “It looks better on you anyway.”

“Oh, I--”

He smiles as he watches your flustered features and softly places his lips against yours.

“Go get ready,” he whispers against you, water dripping down on your outfit. You’d normally protest, but you’re too busy thinking about his gentle touch this time. “I’ll drop you off at work.”

“Okay,” you respond before placing another kiss on his cheek and shutting the door between you.

Clasping the necklace back around you, you begin to head to the kitchen to make your breakfasts. Meanwhile, Seungcheol goes back into the shower, thinking about how, as hot as this shower is, it’s still not as warm and cozy as your cuddles at night or your welcome home hugs.

Today I'll love you even more than yesterday, he tells himself. And that’s a promise. 

a/n: ahhhhh thank you 🤧

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[februaryflowers]

just a little

4 (cheek kisses) + 23 (“how do you like your eggs?”) + 35 (matutine - of early morning)

prompt list

warnings: none

fluff, 530 words, dad!jeonghan x parent!reader

As sunlight tickles the underside of Jeonghan’s eyelids, he figures he should get started on the day. There’s a lot to do today, especially since you two have moved into a new place. 

You’re already out of bed, leaving your space cold. Jeonghan supposes that’s part of moving and parenthood, but that doesn’t mean he dislikes lazy mornings with you.

He shuffles towards the living room and picks up the tools before he sits himself in front of the IKEA shelf you were both assembling last night until you got sleepy. 

It’s supposed to go in your daughter’s room when it’s finished. It’s just that the two of you have been a little busy and preoccupied to actually find time to sit down and construct the thing. 

With this little bit of time he has right now, Jeonghan guesses he should make the most of it.

Hearing you meander around the kitchen, he starts screwing in the screws. It’s a peaceful morning. He better enjoy it. Someday soon his little girl is going to be off to school and everything will be busy, busy, busy. 

He’s mindlessly tightening another screw on the shelf, deep in thought but at the same time thinking of nothing, when he feels someone tugging on his hair. He smiles as he thinks of who it could be, and turning around, he meets his daughter’s eyes.

“Hey, munchkin. What’re you doing up so early?” he asks, bringing her into his arms and placing a kiss on her cheeks and forehead.

“Can’t sleep,” she mumbles into her father’s shoulder as he strokes her back soothingly. 

“I’m sorry, pumpkin. How about we get you breakfast?” She nods and Jeonghan stands before lifting her onto his hip. “How do you like your eggs today?”

“How about we do scrambled today?” you say, coming into the living room after hearing the commotion. 

Your daughter nods and the three of you make your way to the kitchen where you stand at the stove and begin making her breakfast. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you watch as Jeonghan takes some spare hair ties and puts her hair up into pigtails. He’s always so gentle, so caring with her. You know there’s nobody else who could be a better father to her. 

Once her hair is in cute bows, Jeonghan picks her up and moves to stand behind you, placing a kiss on your cheek. 

“Morning, love,” he says, smiling against your skin.

“Hey!” you start. “Go away or I’m gonna burn our baby’s breakfast.”

“Geez,” he tsks teasingly. “You could show your husband some attention.”

“And what about our child?” 

He winks at you and kisses your cheek again, causing you to roll your eyes playfully. 

“You’re ridiculous,” you sigh, shaking your head in both disapproval and amusement. 

“Hm,” he says simply. 

“You know, I can’t stand you, Yoon Jeonghan.”

“Don’t lie. You love me, Yoon y/n.”

Sighing, you take your spare hand and turn his head back towards you before placing your lips gently against his. Even after all these years, they’re as sweet as ever.

“Fine, maybe you’re right. Perhaps I love you just a little, Yoon Jeonghan.” 

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[februaryflowers]

be with you

28 (“you’re the one i want to come home to.”) + 58 (a warm kiss on a cold part of their face)

prompt list

warnings: none

fluff, 570 words, mingyu x reader

When the clock strikes one, you begin to worry. Sure, you’re used to your boyfriend coming home late by now with his work schedules and all, but he’s rarely this late. 

His dinner has gotten cold and even your dog has passed out on the sofa, even though she usually likes to follow you around the apartment when she can. 

You twiddle your thumbs at the table, glancing between your phone and the door for any sign of his presence. Worry bubbles in your stomach with every passing second. You just  hope that he’s been caught up at practice or something.

You’re about to call it quits and retire for the night, sleepiness overtaking your state despite your willing it not to, when you hear the doorknob jiggling. You rise from your seat at the dining table and when you hear the first footstep, relief rushes through you, washing the nervousness away.

It’s him.

“Mingyu,” you sigh before running towards him and wrapping your arms around him.

“Sorry I’m late,” he mumbles against you.

You look to him and press a quick kiss to his chilly nose. The late night wind chills must’ve gotten to him on his way back.

“You’re freezing!” you exclaim before ushering him inside and closing the door. 

“I know, I know, it’s late. You don’t have to stay up,” he affirms as he hangs his coat up on the hook.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind. You’re the one I want to come home to, the one I want to come home to me,” you murmur. “Don’t worry about it.”

He brings his chilly lips to your warm ones and settles in your embrace. “Thank you for waiting, though,” he murmurs against your skin.

“Don’t mention it,” you sigh before your eyes flutter open and catch sight of his cold dinner. “Oh!” 

You rush towards it, collecting the plate in your hands before hurrying into the kitchen. 

“Sorry, it got cold. Just give me a few minutes to warm it up.”

He smiles at your thoughtfulness as he follows you into the kitchen and takes the plate from your hands, putting it in the cooker and pressing a few buttons. “Don’t worry about it,” he quips. “I got it. You go to bed. It’s okay, I promise.”

You meet his eyes and pout. “But--”

“I’ll be there shortly. Promise.”

You quirk your eyebrows up at him.

“I said I promise,” he whines, coming up to you and tugging on your arm so you’ll move closer to the bedroom.

You frown but place a kiss on his cheek and change places so you’re the one tugging him towards the bed. “Fine,” you relent. “But first a good night kiss.”

He smiles as you climb into bed before pulling the covers up to your chin. He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before tiptoeing to the door and shutting the lights off.

“Good night. Sleep well,” he murmurs. “I’ll be there soon.”

And when you feel his warmth a short while later, you can rest easy. He presses another kiss to your forehead and settles into his spot next to you. 

“Night, night,” you whisper and he scoffs.

“You’re not asleep?”

“I was waiting for you.”

He sighs, but you know he’s endeared by the thought. “Oh, I forgot to mention earlier.”

“Mention what?”

“You’re the one I want to come home to, too.”

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[februaryflowers]

little tiger

64 (“you don’t need to impress me.”) + 68 (pet names) + 69 (roses)

prompt list

warnings: none

fluff, 322 words, hoshi x reader

You reluctantly let Soonyoung into your apartment with a blanket huddled around you before quickly retreating back into your bed. You grab another blanket and pile it on top of you in hopes of conserving warmth, but you know it’s useless.

Soonyoung pads through the place, following you to your room where he sets a small bouquet of red roses on your dresser.

“Soonyoung,” you cough before clearing your throat, “you don’t need to impress me. Just being here is enough. Thank you for taking care of me.”

He smiles sadly when he sees you nestled between blankets. He wishes he could see you smile instead of sniffle, laugh instead of languish. 

He moves to sit on the edge of your bed before feeling your forehead. You’d said you’d taken something so he hopes that it’ll start working sooner rather than later.

“Besides,” you chuckle, “I’m sure they’re lovely but I can’t smell them anyway.”

He grins. Even if you’re sick, you still have your sense of humor. 

You pat the space next to you, inviting him to simply relax in your presence. Before you started dating, you were best friends, after all. And you like to think you still are.

However when he sees you yawning, he starts to think he’s overstayed his welcome. You are, after all, newly in the dating stage. He isn’t sure where the boundaries are set. What about the old ones? Do they still remain?

But you know him too well. You look to him and shake your head. Just having him here is enough to make your headache lighten and your excitement return.

“Stay, stay a while. I feel better with you here already.” You reach for his hand and tug him closer to you, resting your head against his body, your eyes starting to grow heavy.

“Alright, my little tiger,” he whispers, placing a gentle kiss on your warm cheeks, “feel better. Sleep well.”

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[februaryflowers]

se réveiller

17 (basorexia - overwhelming desire to kiss) + 35 (matutine - of early morning) + 39 (“is that mine?” “i thought it was mine.”)

prompt list

warnings: kissing and i think that’s it?

fluff, 681 words, woozi x reader

Jihoon is definitely not a morning person. He much prefers to stay up at night, and he does so probably more often than he should.

So when sun rays prick his eyelids at seven in the morning, he’s quite peeved. The sunshine casts the canvas under his eyelids in a reddish-orange tint, and Jihoon is sure that he’ll be seeing red when he opens his eyes, either from the fatigue or irritation.

He went to bed quite late last night after staying up even later than usual, so much so that you’d already fallen asleep despite your best efforts to wait for him to come to bed. It was so late and so dark that he could barely see as he stumbled into bed, only making it because he knew the layout of the bedroom well.

He’s about to start grumbling about the sun when he feels your warmth around his abdomen. He figures you must have your arms around him from snuggling in the middle of the night. You do, after all, get quite chilly, especially while you sleep.

He sighs against your warmth and slips back under the covers, trying to make sure you’re adequately covered so you won’t wake up. It looks like he’ll be staying here for a while.

When you rest your head on his chest, even if it is unconsciously, Jihoon feels every frustration leave his body. You make everything better. He feels like he could even go back to sleep. 

That is until the top of your head brushes his arm. Except it doesn’t feel like that.

He pops his eyes open and sees your head lying on his chest, except with a beanie covering the top of your head. Of course you’d have one. Especially with the chills at night, you’d want to keep warm.

He begins to close his eyes again, prepared by you to be lulled into sleep again, until a thought pops into his mind. He startles awake and stares at the beanie on your head, scrutinizing it. Is that his? He doesn’t wear it much, but it does look awfully familiar.

“Is that mine?” he wonders aloud.

“I thought it was mine,” you mumble back as you roll over and change sides.

“I thought you were asleep,” he says, his cheeks now rushing with heat. 

“You move around a lot.”

You sigh as you sit up next to Jihoon, rubbing your eyes. Even if you’re a little annoyed that you’ve been woken up so early, when you look at him everything fades away. You have, after all, woken up next to the love of your life.

Jihoon turns to you, trying to come up with a rebuttal. His mouth opens and closes several times, but the more he looks at you with his beanie on your head, the more his thoughts are invaded with thoughts of kissing that adorable smirk off your face.

Your cheshire grin only grows larger the longer he stares at you. The fact that he is unable to make a witty reply causes rose to bloom on his cheeks, which only makes your smile get bigger and bigger.

It’s a vicious cycle for Jihoon, really. 

So you decide to put him out of his misery. 

You wrap your arms around his neck and give him a quick peck. His lips are slightly dry from the night, but you smile anyway.

However, this has the opposite effect. He pouts as you pull away, wanting to tug on your arm and bring you back to him. That was way too short of a kiss for him.

He puts his arms on your shoulders, trying to block you from leaving, and you try to suppress your chuckles. 

“Oh, Lee Jihoon,” you sigh. “What am I gonna do with you?”

He buries his head in your shoulder, and you can feel the heat of his cheeks against your neck. 

“Let’s just go back to sleep,” he mumbles.

“Okay, I can agree to that.”

He grumbles as he moves to hold your hand. “But only after one more kiss.”

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[februaryflowers]

sleepless

46 (staying up late) + 52 (couples’ items) + 53 (heart shaped objects)

prompt list

warnings: none

fluff, 996 words, vernon x reader

When you try to close your eyes, you can only fantasize about the future or recall your day. Two figures resembling you and your boyfriend wander off into the distance, the fog of the future, nothing but love for each other in your hearts as they move further and further away. They know they’ll make it. That’s all they need to know.

Or it’s the two of you sharing an ice cream cone at the store from earlier in the day, the sweetness of vanilla unable to overpower that of the kiss you share after no more ice cream remains. 

The ticking of time is slow. It would be impossibly slow except for the person next to you. As he lies on his back, he has an arm slung behind you while you rest your head against his shoulder.

You gave up on rest long ago and Vernon, likewise, is struggling to sleep. It’s more common for you, but rare for him. So, the two of you try to usual routine, hoping, or maybe not hoping, that it works for the both of you this time. After all, the best times you’ve had with him are probably these late nights where you talk about anything and everything there could be. 

It’s nice to know that the romance that has bloomed between you hasn’t overcrowded the greatest friendship you’ve ever had either.

“Why do you think the heart is called the heart if it isn’t shaped like a heart?” he continues on your conversation.

“Do you think the organ was named first or the shape?” you retort. 

You feel the upwards curving of his cheek against your head as he smiles. “Definitely the organ.”

“Really? I think the shape. The heart is quite interesting.”

“And people are fascinated with them.”

“True…”

“I mean there are those little lockets you can buy, t-shirts, all those kinda things. Why not make circles the popular shape? Who said it has to be hearts? ”

You chuckle. “Funny you say that.”

He turns his head to look at you, even if you aren’t looking back at him. You’re the sun to his moon, a bringer of joy and exuberance to his life. He hopes you don’t notice his staring, especially now when you can see every little detail on his face. “Why do you say that?”

The corners of your lips curve upwards despite your resistance as you reach over to the nightstand. “You know, I was gonna save this, but I guess there’s nothing wrong with now.”

You take out a small box tied with a simple ribbon and hand it to him. Your heart pounds against your chest as he pulls it undone, much like how your heart’s rhythm starts to run away after he does so.

He gently takes the lid off and he simply chuckles when he sees the inside. Your blood runs cold, but he pulls out the small, golden, heart-shaped locket and smiles.

He reaches over to the nightstand on his side of the bed and pulls out a similarly sized box, handing it to you.

You look nervously to him before moving your gaze back to the box and peeling the paper back gently. Your hands are shaky as you move them to pull the top off.

But before you can completely open it, your boyfriend places his hands over yours. “It’s okay. Nothing to worry about.”

You nod and let out a breath. Sure enough, inside lies an identical locket. 

The corners of your lips curve up. Nobody can quite read your mind like Vernon. Seungkwan calls it “scary” sometimes, but it’s all the more confirmation to you that Vernon is still your best friend, not just your partner, and that there’s nobody who can compliment you like him. 

“Can I open it?” you ask. 

At the nod of his head, you pry open the clasp, revealing a picture of you and Vernon, as well as a picture of your dog and cat. 

“Wait…it’s perfect,” you murmur.

He picks up his matching necklace and opens it, revealing the same subjects. 

“I guess we’re matching now,” he says.

“Really matching,” you giggle. “I didn’t think this was your kinda thing though.”

He smiles a little as he recalls the memory of buying the gift. “But it’s your thing. I figured you’d like it.”

Your lips and cheeks curve at his words before flooding with warmth. “I love you.”

He responds by squeezing your hand. “Me too.”

You look up from the locket to meet his eyes, thoughts flickering through your mind over his words. “Will you wear it? I mean, I understand if you don’t wanna. I kinda got it for you just as a keepsake so--”

“I’ll wear it.”

Without hesitation he slides the chain around his neck and clasps it. 

“But--” you sound.

He meets your eyes. “We’re matching, no? If you want me to I will.”

Your voice goes quiet as you look back at your hands. “I want you to.”

As if he knew all long, he smiles, and when you yawn, his smile only grows.

“Sleepyhead,” he teases, taking his necklace from your hands and clasping it behind your head. 

You simply lean your head against him again. “Maybe,” you mumble, but your droopy eyes tell him all he needs to know.

He snickers before ideas grow into his head like the lights of stars in the night sky. He slowly reaches for the notebook on his bedside table, trying not to wake you, before scribbling down ideas.

You make the world beautiful. You add the shades and colors that make it pop. Your warmth and sweetness adds a layer of new dimension to the place he sees. 

You look cute tonight, as you always do, but with the moon on your skin, the night looks beautiful too. 

When you can see the world like this, maybe a sleepless night isn’t too bad. But only if it’s with you.

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[februaryflowers]

same dream, same mind, same night

60 (“i saw you in my dreams again. it felt so real.” - seventeen (your choice concept trailer)) + 66 (missing their presence/warmth) 

prompt list

warnings: none

fluff, 737 words, dino x reader

The pressure on your eyelids lightens as a sunny glare makes its way past the gaps in the blinds. You grumble a little as you roll over and face away from the window.

Your eyes begin to settle shut, only until realization dawns on you. You’re in Chan’s empty space in the bed. 

You sigh as you snuggle into what’s left of his warmth. Waking up without Chan, let alone to sunlight, starts your day off in a sour mood. 

You close your eyes, trying to will sleep to come. Colors flash behind your lids for ages, it feels like, until you blink them open and sigh. You can’t sleep without Chan’s warmth, can you?

You grab his sweater off the chair and bundle yourself in it, hoping that that will replace his coziness in the few seconds you’ll be without him as you trek to the kitchen to look for him.

Sure enough, he’s sitting at the island, a mug of coffee in front of him. He stirs it slowly and stares into its depths, as if he’s hoping he can see the future in it.

He looks up at you and smiles when he hears your footsteps, pointing his hand at the next seat before looking back down at his drink.

“I saw you in my dreams again…” he mumbles. “It felt so real.”

“You did?” You move to sit down next to him at the island and grasp his hand. “What happened?”

The corners of his lips curve as he recalls his dream, a happy fantasy. “I don’t know. Nothing much. It was nice, just the two of us somewhere, living our lives together.”

His mouth twitches as he recalls more and more, an expression of something troubling taking over his face. You raise your eyebrows, worried about what’s to come next. 

“It felt so real,” he repeats. “And I realized that that…that’s the life I want.”

You gulp at his words, willing your hands to stop shaking. “You…wanna be with me?” Your voice cracks as you speak, and you’re sure Chan can feel your jitters. 

He looks up from his coffee and meets your eyes. A dimness lurks beneath them that mixes with adoration as he gazes into your eyes.

“You didn’t think I’d want to?”

It’s his turn for his voice to crack. He can’t believe that you’d say that. You’re his world, really. Even if he didn’t realize that he wanted to spend a lifetime with you before, he didn’t know what he’d do without you. It was inevitable to him, honestly.

You look to your hands, another rush of shyness overtaking your senses. “Well kind of,” you murmur. 

You don’t have an explanation for it. You hoped, and still do, that you and Chan would end up together for a lifetime, but maybe it’s more realistic and plausible than you realized.

Moments of silence pass with your heart beating against your ribcage until you turn to look at him. 

He has stopped staring into his mug and his eyes bore into your soul as he stares back at you. “I love you, I hope you know.”

“I know.” You squeeze his hand. “I guess, I never thought such a happy ending would be possible…”

He squeezes it in response and quietly sips his coffee. “It is, or I hope it is. We’ll make it possible.”

Your lips curve into a smile at his words. “I’d like that, very much.”

He tugs on your hand as he hops off the stool and heads for the door, almost forgetting that you’re both in your pajamas. 

“What are you doing?” you exclaim before pointing between the two of yourselves. 

He chuckles as he remembers that you still need to put on daytime clothes but doesn’t let go of your hand. “Oh yeah.” But he grins his bright smile as if he could be wearing whatever going out with you and it’d be perfectly fine because he’d be next to you. “I wanna get you something, something that’s just for us, for our dream.”

So you oblige, once you’ve changed, following him out the door and around the store as the two of you look at pretty rings. His hand is in yours the entire time, and you know that your future and Chan’s future will be intertwined for a long, long time. And the both of you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[februaryflowers]

after hours

1 (squeezing someone’s hand) + 10 (a tight hug and burying one’s face in their neck) + 13 (“please, let me in.”)

prompt list

warnings: i think none? but lmk if i missed something

angst with mild fluff, 710 words, figure skater!dino x reader

The rink is dim when you step forward through the door. You’d gotten a mysterious note telling you to stay after hours in your bag while you were working at the counter earlier in the day, so, following your curiosity, you obliged.

Your steps are shaky as you approach the ice. You might be employed at a rink, but you work behind the counter, not out on the ice, and you prefer it that way. So much can go wrong out in the rink. You don’t understand how people can skate out there, let alone perform spins and jumps. You’d rather stay on the dry floors.

Just as you’re about to go back to the door and flick the light switch on, the automatic ones kick in as the sound of blades kicking up ice in a quick stop cuts through the air, revealing none other than Lee Chan.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you jam your hands into your pockets. “Chan,” you huff.

“Y/n,” he replies softly. 

You take a step towards him and leave your hand on the edge of the rink wall. “Well, what do you want?”

“Come here,” he says gently, coaxing you out into the open.

“I’m wearing sneakers.”

“Go get some skates.”

You shake your head with pursed lips as you return to the counter and put on a pair of skates. It makes no sense, but you do as you’re told. It’s sickening how you can’t put your history with Chan behind you. You remember the days when you were young, before he became a big time skater. You used to hang out after class together until he had to practice. 

But now, you’re, well, you don’t know. What happened between you? 

Taking uneasy steps back to the rink, you wonder why you’re still doing all this, all this for Lee Chan. 

“Come here,” he repeats once you’ve returned. 

You look up from your feet to meet his eyes, yours doubtful and fearful. Carefully, slowly, you lift one of your legs and put a foot on the ice, then the next.

“You got this,” he murmurs as he approaches you and hovers behind you. 

Instead of moving away like you normally would, you reach for his hand and squeeze it. “Why are you doing this?”

“I miss you.”

You turn to meet his eyes again. They’re smooth and glassy, like the frozen water below you. “You don’t miss me. Just, please, let me in again. I wish you would. Like we used to.”

He sighs. “You know how it is…I can’t.”

“You’re picking your career over me.”

“I--”

“I’m not blaming you. I’m just stating the facts.”

He moves in front of you and takes your hands in his, giving them a gentle, reassuring squeeze before pulling you slowly around the rink. 

You’re doing it. You’re skating, on ice. 

You honestly never thought you would, but Chan has some special ways with you, even after all this time, all this hurt.

He stops suddenly, letting your momentum push you into him. Wrapping his arms around you, he buries his head against you. 

You let your eyes flutter closed in his warmth against the chills of the rink. It brings you back. You could almost pretend you were always Lee Chan’s true love.

“I promise, one day, there’ll be an us.”

You bite your lip. You love Chan. But waiting possibly years for him to retire from skating? You don’t know if you have that in you. You don’t know if Chan will have it in him either. 

But you push down the thoughts that arise and simply nod against him. What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him. “Okay,” you exhale. 

He lets go slowly and pushes himself away, letting the chills slowly take over your body. 

“See you around, y/n.”

“See you,” you reply quietly. 

He shuts the lights off on his way out as he masterfully walks in his skate guards, leaving you alone in the cold center of the rink. 

Sitting down on the ice, you bring your knees to your chest, letting the wet surface soak your pants. 

“I don’t know, Chan,” you mutter, just as a secret between you and the ice after hours. “I don’t think so.”

#caratwritersclub #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #dino fluff #dino x reader #dino scenarios #dino imagines #seventeen dino #mei's #mei's prompt list reqs #mei.svt

[februaryflowers]

i wish i might have the wish i wish tonight

17 (basorexia - overwhelming desire to kiss ) + 40 (biting back a smile)

prompt list | set in the world of star light, star bright but you don’t have to read that first

warnings: hospital mentions, mentions of a minor burn

fluff, 609 words, soulmate + former rival doctor!wonwoo x surgeon!reader

“There’s my favorite doctor,” Wonwoo says as he approaches you. 

You roll your eyes playfully at his comment before gently slapping his arm. “First, we’re at work. Second, you’re a doctor too,” you remind him. “Third, why are you talking like this?”

He leans against the desk and pouts. “I burned myself getting coffee this morning. Can you kiss it better?”

You feel the grin pulling at your features but bite down hard on your lips. You put down the file you were looking at and turn to face him with the upmost seriousness you can muster. “Sorry, Doctor Jeon. I have surgery soon. Maybe I can take a look later.”

You pat his shoulders before making your way to Jihoon’s office, missing how Wonwoo smiles while watching you walk away. Between his busy schedule and yours, it’s been hard to find time to go out. He just misses you and your sweet kisses. Is that too much to ask for?

Despite fate bringing you two together, apparently yes. 

So Wonwoo makes it his mission to get a loving, warm kiss of yours today. Sure, you have a date tomorrow, but tomorrow is too many days without your sweet kisses. 

“Man, remember when you hated each other?” Joshua ponders. “It feels like so long ago,” he sighs. 

“We didn’t hate each other,” Wonwoo corrects. 

“Sure, sure. But now you can’t stop staring at y/n. I feel like everywhere I see you, you’ve somehow found them.”

Wonwoo wonders what that’s supposed to mean until he’s paged and has to see his patient. 

But Joshua is right. When Wonwoo isn’t busy working, honestly, he’s probably day-dreaming about your date. He has it all planned out and it’ll be perfect. He’ll take you to the place you went on your first date and have another picnic. Instead of watching a meteor shower, you’ll watch the sunset like a picturesque postcard. 

It’s been so long since you’ve had quality time together. He can’t help it. Although he never would’ve imagined that he’d day-dream about you one day. 

However, as fate would have it for Wonwoo, you aren’t able to see him until you’re leaving the hospital.

You have a light jacket for the breezy spring as you head for the door when Wonwoo, still on his shift, comes to you. “Hi,” he says sweetly.

You laugh like music to his ears. “Hi. Do you still need help with that burn?”

“No, not anymore. It’s all better.” He almost frowns.

“I’ll do you one better then. How’s that?”

His eyes sparkle brighter than the moon and stars that illuminate the atrium but you can see the way he blinks to try and conceal it. However it backfires anyway, with his eyes only becoming warmer.

He has a little smile that he hides with a small bite as you lean closer to him. You drape your arms on his shoulders and meet his slightly chapped lips.

His lips curl the longer you stay in his arms. He missed you. He still does. 

When you move to pull away, he debates bringing you in for a hug but ultimately lets you go. You need your rest after all.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” you ask and he nods.

“Let me walk you to your car?”

“You’re working, Wonwoo.” 

He follows you anyway and you take his hand, squeezing it gently. He stays by your side until you reach your car and stand at the driver’s side door. 

“Tomorrow,” you say.

“Tomorrow,” he repeats.

“And tomorrow I’ll be all yours. You can have all the kisses you want.” 

And you seal your promise with one more saccharine kiss. 

#caratwritersclub #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo fluff #seventeen wonwoo #mei's prompt list reqs #mei's #mei.svt

[februaryflowers]

ready to love

17 (basorexia - overwhelming desire to kiss) + 59 (knowing all their little expressions and being able to read them) + 70 (“heaven knows i’m falling. i can never be the same” - wayv (electric hearts))

prompt list

warnings: none

fluff, 661 words, ten x reader

You sit across from Ten in the living room. However, instead of being engrossed in your novel, you’re analyzing his expressions. He has his tongue poking out of his mouth and his eyebrows furrowed as he draws and erases on his tablet. 

When he starts to eye his tablet a little harsher, you know it’s about time for him to take a break. You wish you could kiss the creases from his forehead and the frustrations from his mind away. You have no doubt he’s being harsh on himself.

You sigh and close the book, knowing that you won’t be finishing any time soon. Your movement catches Ten’s attention and he looks up, tilting his head curiously to the side.

You catch his eye and suppress a few chuckles. Even now, you still find him endearing and new things to love about him every day. 

“What?” he asks, his eyebrows raising. 

“Nothing.” You smile.

“There’s something on your mind,” he counters. 

“Maybe,” you sing-song.

“I know it. You have this little grin.”

“Okay, maybe I do. But you sure as hell aren’t gonna find out.”

He nods slowly. He knows you’ll end up telling him. You always do. 

“I see,” he says, “I see.”

You get up from the armchair and sit next to him on the sofa, letting your legs dangle off the edge and swing back and forth. You take your thumb and gently rub the space between his brows.

“Come on, I think it’s time you take a break,” you murmur before pressing a gentle kiss to the spot. 

“I--”

“No buts.”

He sighs before looking up from his tablet to you. You have your lips parted as you stare back at him, clearly thinking about him and his habits. Your eyes are wide and sparkly as you observe him and--

“Hey! No peeking,” he gasps, quickly shutting off his device.

You grin. “Am I not allowed to look?”

“When I’m finished.”

You sigh in response. Ten can be such a perfectionist sometimes. While you’ve grown to accept this, sometimes you wish he would show you the incomplete parts, the things that make us human. 

“Oh okay,” you murmur, your voice clearly a little flatter now.

Ten feels his chest sink at your tone. It’s such a simple change, yet he feels his whole being going under. His chest has fallen. His heart aches at the little quirk of your lips. He’s in for it bad. He’s hopelessly in love with you, as scary as that is to admit. 

He sighs, shaking his head with a playful smile. He half hopes it’ll rid him of this sinking feeling, yet at the same time, he doesn’t. He wouldn’t be in love with you if that were the case. “Oh come here,” he mutters affectionately.

You laugh, a smile quickly overtaking your features.

His design is complex, yet simple. It’s a flower, decorated with elegant but edgy lines, dots, and other patterns. A storm brews in one of the petals, yet it’s a beautiful one, one that ends in rainbows and cool weather after a humid afternoon. 

You understand what he means, a bad feeling that means something much better. 

You nudge his side before cuddling into him, melting against him and his warmth. You sink against him and the couch cushions, feeling all the worries leave your body. Ten’s presence truly is something else. 

You find his hand and squeeze it gently, hoping he can tell what you mean. 

“So, what’s on your mind?” he asks again.

You bite your lip, but you know you’ll spill your guts to him. 

“It’s only fair,” he proposes.

“Fine,” you relent before pushing yourself up and littering quick kisses over his face. You feel his smile pull on his features as you lift your lips from near his eyes, his lips. 

You whisper the words, almost as if they’re a secret just for him, “Just how much I’m in love with you.”

#wayv scenarios #wayv fluff #wayv imagines #wayv x reader #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct x reader #nct fluff #ten x reader #wayv ten #ten scenarios #ten fluff #ten imagines #mei's #mei's prompt list reqs

[februaryflowers]

honesty, my love

10 (a tight hug and burying one’s face in their neck) + 13 (“please, let me in.”) + 20 (“good night.”) 

prompt list

warnings: an injured wonwoo appears

slight angst but mostly fluff, 415 words, wonwoo x reader

You knew Wonwoo could be stubborn when you agreed to be his partner. You just wish he’d be more open and honest with you. He shouldn’t have hid his injury from you, especially for as long as he did. 

You don’t even understand how he could’ve gone a week in pain without telling you. So, admittedly, you let your emotions get the best of you when you found out and stormed out of the apartment. 

Now that it’s gotten later and you’ve let your emotions cool down, you just want to go back and say sorry. You can’t imagine how hard it must’ve been, how he didn’t want you to worry so much about him. There’s always time later for a discussion about telling each other everything. 

You’re about to cross the street on the way home when your eyes wander and find a familiar face.

“Wonwoo,” you whisper. 

As soon as the crosswalk light turns from the stop sign, you run across the street and into his arms. He stumbles back slightly but tightens his grip on you. 

The two of you melt into the other’s embrace and Wonwoo buries his head in the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I should’ve told you. You deserved to know. You matter to me.”

Tears start to prick your eyes. That’s all you ever wanted. For Wonwoo to be honest with you.

“Please, let me in,” you say, trying to bite your lip down so you don’t sob in the streets. “I’m here for you.”

He strokes your back. “I know.” 

You pull away to meet his eyes. You let out a breath and smile for him before taking his hand. 

“Let’s get you home,” he says and you nod. 

Luckily you’re right outside your apartment building, so the two of you take the elevator up. You usher Wonwoo inside before helping him to the bedroom where he sits on the bed and puts his leg back in its elevated position.

“It’s that bad?” you whimper.

“It’s okay. Or, it will be.” He smiles half-heartedly. 

You sit on the edge of the bed and take his hands. “Please.”

“I will.” He links your pinkies. “Promise.”

You kiss his forehead before lying next to him. “Things are gonna be okay.”

He nods against you. “They will.”

You sigh. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

“And we aren’t going to bed angry?”

Wonwoo shakes his head and squeezes your hand. “Never. You’re my joy, you know. Good night, my love.”

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[februaryflowers]

missing you

2 (a trinket that reminds you of them) + 10 (a tight hug and burying one’s face in their neck) + 45 (smitten chuckling)

prompt list

warnings: kissing

fluff, 426 words, husband!joshua x reader

You bounce on your heels in the airport. Today’s the big day. Joshua’ll be returning from his business trip, and you just miss him. 

You peer between the crowd, looking for your husband. You can hardly contain yourself. It’s been months without him.

You spot the tip of his head in the crowd and run in his direction. There he is, looking sweeter than ever. He meets your eyes and smiles before you run into him and his arms.

“I missed you,” you whimper. You feel like you could cry.

He kisses your head. “I missed you too.” He chuckles softly. Distance has made the heart grow fonder, if that was even possible. It seems every day he finds another reason he loves you. Today’s is you waiting so impossibly long for him.

The two of you sink to the ground and Joshua nuzzles his face in between your neck and shoulder, soaking up your warmth. 

“I missed you so much,” he whispers. 

You bite your lip, willing it not to tremble and give away just how vulnerable and sad you felt without Joshua by your side. 

But it fails. Tears begin pooling in the corners of your eyes. However before they can fall on your lap, Joshua pulls away and brushes them from your cheeks. 

“Hey now,” he murmurs, “it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere for a long time.”

“How do you know?”

“I talked with my boss. This trip put me in good standing. I don’t think I’ll be chosen for a while.”

You offer a half-hearted smile and rest your head on his shoulder. “I love you.”

He kisses your cheek. “I love you too.” The two of you fall into silence for a while, simply relishing in the other’s presence. “Oh.”

You look up from the ground into his eyes. “Oh? What is it?”

He shimmies his briefcase in between the two of you. “I got you something.” He reaches into the depths of his bag and pulls out a small Sanrio keychain. “I saw it and thought you’d like it.”

You melt into his warmth before he places the small keychain in your hands. “You thought of me? Shua…” you sniffle. 

“I missed you so much. I thought of you every day, actually.”

You meet his eyes and bring your lips to his. “Oh Joshua. When did you become such a sweet talker?”

In reality, you love his words, the way he uses them. He smiles at you and connects your lips one more time. You know he’s telling the truth.

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[februaryflowers]

the world in your eyes

41 (laughing/smiling until your cheeks hurt) + 47 (“we’ll get lost together, let me fall. don’t ever let me come down from your love.” - ten (dream in a dream)) + 57 (seeing the stars in their eyes)

prompt list

warnings: reader is in a blindfold in the beginning (it’s bc jun wants smthn to be a surprise though)

fluff, 709 words, junhui x reader

Jun ties a blindfold over your eyes before taking your hands in his and leading you over the uneven terrain. Grass tickles at your feet as he leads you further and further from the car. 

You take a careful step, but the feeling of soft grass against your skin doesn’t change, leaving you wondering where exactly he plans on taking you. 

You’re sure Jun has his cat-like grin on his face from his perceived brilliance. He claims that this will be the best date you’ve been on yet, and he doesn’t use those words lightly. 

The thought of his pretty smile makes your own grow wider and wider until it pulls at all of your features, even under the blindfold.

“What’s so funny?” Jun teases. 

“Nothing,” you sing-song. 

“Mmhm,” Jun tsks disapprovingly, causing your smile to grow even more until you can’t contain chuckles and your cheeks have a soft, dull ache. 

Jun slows his pace to squish your cheeks. “Who gave you the right to be so cute?” he mutters, causing your smile to falter. 

“W-what?” you stutter.

You have no doubt he’s grinning even more at your flustered state.

Before you can get an answer, Jun lets go of your hands. 

“Hey, wait!” you cry, only until you feel your boyfriend’s hands behind your head, untying the blindfold.

“We’re here,” he announces. 

In front of you lies a small picnic blanket under a navy sea dotted with bright, brilliant stars. The sky is completely clear and the moon casts a soft, romantic glow on the whole scene, making you feel as if you’re in a postcard. 

“Jun, it’s wonderful already,” you say softly, brushing your hand against the soft, checkered blanket. 

He sits across from you and moves the basket towards himself, pulling out and putting down various food items that you’ve happened to mention liking in passing.

You can’t believe he’s remembered all of them. There are some that you don’t even remember saying you liked, but he still somehow found them. 

Of course he remembers. He can’t imagine not remembering. He wants to commit your favorite things to memory, to be able to bring you joy, to make you smile your wonderful smile, just as you are now. Gosh, he will never tire of seeing it. Just a glance at it makes his own appear.

You talk animatedly as he dishes out the food to your fancy plates and miss how he nods along, a smile pulling at his lips from hearing you so enthusiastic about something. 

“Here,” he says when you finally quiet down, handing you a dish full of big helpings of your favorite foods. 

“I never took you for such a sap,” you tease. 

“I’m full of surprises. What can I say?” he replies mischievously. 

You offer a small smile at his words before looking upwards, towards the abyss of stars. Falling into a peaceful, relaxing silence, the two of you simply stare at the world around you, in awe that somehow you found the perfect match for yourselves. Your gaze flickers to his eyes, where you can see the beautiful image before you reflecting in them, before you look back up. The only thing you can think about is that the world looks even more magical through his eyes.

In the quiet, Jun’s clinking of silverware on the dishes catches your attention. You watch as he scoops a portion of pasta up and points it in your direction.

“Now you’re trying to feed me? You really have become a sap,” you kid. 

But you decide to entertain him and his newfound inner sap, leaning in to take the bite anyway.

It’s then that he pulls the silverware away and puts the bite in his mouth instead. You chuckle, amused, “It’s nice to know you haven’t completely caved.”

He quirks his brow at you. “What could you possibly mean?” he asks dramatically, feigning ignorance.

You’re about to answer when a rush of wind blows by, sending shivers down your spine and taking the words from your mouth. You go to rub your arms, but Jun takes note and slips off his jacket, placing it on your shoulders. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

“To our home,” you correct.

“Right.” He smiles. “Our home.”

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