fight my way ♾️ minghao x reader.

aspiring olympian!minghao is five years old when he starts practicing wushu. his parents coo at him, calling him an adorable little thing, as he stumbles over his stubby legs in an attempt to pull off the bow stance. in this universe, it is not dance that sets his body aflame; it is the lead foot pointed straight ahead, the squat on one leg before he lunges.

aspiring olympian!minghao shows potential. enough potential for his coaches to pull aside his mother and father, to tell them, your son is good. he can be good. his parents share a look because they do not know yet what it means, to have a miracle on their hands. what to do with that when it comes their way.

aspiring olympian!minghao is seven years old when he begins to train more regularly. he's nearing the age where he can compete in compete in the children's martial arts competitions. he has parents who believe in him and a coach in his corner. he cannot lose, he think, for more reasons than one.

aspiring olympian!minghao is eight years old when he experiences a plethora of firsts. it's the real of his first real wushu competition, where he clinches second place with a score of 9.19. five points shy of gold. but the silver medal pales in comparison to the more important first— the first time he meets you.

haven't we met? ♾️ minghao x reader.

☆ includes: mentions of death/calamities. soulmates, body swapping, time travel, delayed ripple effect, references to chinese mythology, light angst. this is inspired by & heavily references makoto shinkai's film kimi no nawa/your name, but it's not required to have seen the film to understand the plot. word count: 9,000+

It’s a Wednesday when Minghao wakes up in a room that isn’t his.

He doesn’t immediately register it. His senses come to him slowly; the sun is warm on his face, supposedly streaking through the windows. 

But then an alarm blares, and it’s an alarm that’s decisively not his. It’s loud and oppressive. The complete opposite of the gentle tinkling of bells that he sets for his mornings. Minghao peels his eyes open before blinking blearily up at a ceiling that’s in a shade of dark green. 

Odd. His ceiling is supposed to be beige. 

the misfortunes and misconceptions of lee heeseung

❝ i'll let you in on a little secret: wanting nothing to do with y/n starts with actually wanting nothing to do with her. ❞

PAIRING ▸ slytherin!heeseung x hufflepuff!fem!reader

GENRES ▸ fluff, crack, hogwarts au, idiots to lovers au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, the classic amortentia trope because what screams valentine's day like love potions, heeseung is down horrendous, sunghoon missing half an eyebrow, jake is babygirl, lots of catastrophizing, minor bending of canon for plot convenience, and a kiss scene of course

SUMMARY ▸ by no means does lee heeseung hold any romantic feelings toward you. the mere possibility is jarring, considering his luck seems to take a turn for the worst whenever he’s around you. from getting hit with a bludger during quidditch to getting into trouble with filch for setting off dungbombs in his office, heeseung starts to think you’re some sort of bad omen. he’s prepared for disaster when you two become partners in potions, but why does the amortentia smell like you?

WORD COUNT ▸ 13,497 words

PLAYLIST ▸ lavender kiss by the licks

LEE HEESEUNG WAS CERTAIN YOU MUST HAVE HAD AN AFFINITY FOR NEARLY KILLING HIM REGULARLY.

When he, Slytherin’s prized Seeker, got knocked off his broom by a bludger, there was only one potential suspect he could narrow the crime down to in his head. 

In your hand was the very bat that sent the bludger in his way, hitting his miserable self square in the gut. 

This seemed to be a pattern between the two of you, where it was mostly Heeseung experiencing great misfortune because of the Hufflepuff’s mere existence. His best friend, Park Jongseong, told him that he had probably wronged you in a past life for him to suffer this much around you. While Heeseung initially brushed it off as a joke, he couldn’t help but start to question if it was actually true.

takes me back home ➵ leehan

leehan x reader

genre/warnings ➵ fluff, hurt/comfort, strangers to lovers, found family, little to no dialogue, constant discussions and descriptions of what a home is, an accident almost happens

word count ➵ 977 words

inspired by ➵ "takes me back home" by wasia project, that one scene in lovely runner

a/n ➵ my irl talked about how her perspective on relationships changed and how she could finally envision a future with her current s/o and i thought that was the sweetest thing to hear :') she won't see this but i'm glad she finds a home with her partner. if you enjoyed reading, please do reblog and leave feedback!

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the first time you understood what warmth is happened at the age of five, when you scraped your knee against the stone path in the park—no, not the warmth of a fire or colors under it, but the warmth of a hug. as you wailed over the pain, you remembered the arms that enveloped you in an embrace, their hand rubbing against your back to comfort you through the sting of betadine hitting against your wound.

the heat of the summer sun couldn’t compare to the comfort of the hug of your parent.

when you first learned the concept of safety happened at the age of seven, lost in the sea of people who traveled around the mall. you don’t forget the worry that took over your parents’ expressions; furrowed eyebrows and trembled lips as they spot you with tears streaming down your face. regardless of their scolding, you hear their relief in between the lines—we thank the universe for letting us find you.

safety never resounded as much as it did then.

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SYNOPSIS: if there's one thing mingyu finds incredibly sexy, it's intelligence

“i give up.” 

that was honestly the last thing you’d ever expect to hear from your boyfriend. kim mingyu never gave up, and even if - it wasn’t everyday that his ego allowed him to admit to failure.

confused, you looked up from your computer to see what finally managed to defeat him, just to be met with a very pouty, and a very annoyed boyfriend looking at the screen of his own computer, like he had some personal vendetta against it. 

forever

pairing: kwon soonyoung (hoshi) x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 851

warnings: pet names, talks of marriage (in the future!), they go to ikea and hoshi acts like a house husband

author note: OMG i actually love this hoshi so much i’m not even joking thank you eishi for requesting this!! lots of love <33

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“would you like a cup of tea, perhaps?” soonyoung holds out the teapot that was previously on display with an exaggerated bow, his eyes betraying his humour.

you sigh before giggling, taking the pot and placing it back on the counter for safe measure—you’re only at ikea to window-shop, and the two of you definitely can’t afford to pay for any accidents. “maybe we shouldn’t pick that up, okay sweetie?”

when your boyfriend pouts, you guide him to sit the bar stool by the kitchen island set up beside you. “anyway, isn’t the goal of us being here pretending to have our own house? maybe we should go somewhere else, and not just stay in the kitchen showroom.”

soonyoung immediately shakes his head, pulling you down onto the stool beside him. “no way. you said you liked this one, so we’re staying here.”

“well, i do like the light fixtures…” you sigh contently, leaning into his arm—he giggles and puts his head on top of yours—instead of trying to convince him to move to another space.

besides, you had walked around the entire ikea at this point, and it’s probably a good idea to take a small break before leaving to go home and finally rest after your boyfriend dragging you everywhere he could.

after a few minutes of peace, your boyfriend decides to get up unexpectedly, and he grabs a towel to hang over his shoulder before he walks over to the sink, pretending to turn it on by imitating the sound of water falling.

he whistles before looking over his shoulder at you, as if he didn’t notice you’re at the counter. “oh, hey! how was work, sweetie?”

you raise an eyebrow, putting your elbows on the counter in front of you to stare at him. “it was alright…? kwon soonyoung, what are you doing right now?”

“what do you mean? i’m just being a good husband!” he grins, happily pretending to rinse dishes, and you blush slightly before smiling at his sound effects.

you look around to see if anyone might be judging the two of you for pretending to be married but surprisingly, there’s no people strolling around this specific part of the store. the lack of crowd actually makes this feel as if you actually have just gotten home from a busy day at work, and your boyfriend—well, husband in this case, is washing up after cooking dinner or something.

in the meantime, soonyoung slows down, realizing the same thing as you. it’s like you have your own home, and he thinks that maybe…it’s not so bad.

you move towards him, making your way around the island and wrap your arms around his waist from behind, placing your chin on his shoulder before he can even comprehend what’s happening. once he does though, he almost melts in your embrace, putting his hands on top of yours on his stomach.

“so, soonie…” you start, and he can feel your grin with the way your head tilts to look at his cheek. “is it time for dessert yet?”

he giggles, sliding his hands up and down your arms before sighing happily. he turns to look at your face and freezes, realizing that this scene…could be real. he knows you’re only playing along with this act of being married but now the gears are turning in his head, and his eyebrows scrunch up in concentration.

though he doesn’t know it, your mind wanders to the same topic you two have talked about fondly: eventually settling down, if the both of you agree on it in the future.

it’s not like your relationship is completely new anyway, and marriage has been in the back of his mind for a while now. besides, soonyoung’s made it very clear that he’s serious about you…at least, he hopes he has because it’s true; he would go on a million ikea weekend dates if you were by his side.

“soonyoung, you alright?” he blinks when you call his name, and shakes his head.

“i’m fine!” your boyfriend smiles at you but you can tell he’s thinking about something, and you shrug. he’ll tell you eventually if he wants to, so there’s no need to be concerned—he can’t keep a secret for the life of him.

you move away from him to make sure that all the showroom pieces are in the right place, and he stands there to watch you, realizing this fantasy will be…well, just that when the two of you leave.

soonyoung pouts, crossing his arms. “babe, can’t we stay here forever?”

you turn back to look at your boyfriend and smile softly, walking over to grab his hand and almost push him towards the exit when he won’t move.

“well…we can’t stay here forever but…” you pause to place a kiss on his cheek. “maybe we could stay together forever, if you’d like?”

and as soonyoung nods excitedly and kisses you on the nose gently with a giggle, he knows that he’ll make sure that the forever he’s now thinking about comes as soon as possible—even with the horrible housing rates.

home. (follow up fic!)

— “can you hold this for me?”, yoon jeonghan.

fluff | 519

[a/n] a hand for a hand, hehe >:) @synthetickitsune

the cafe you're sitting in feels too stuffy and noisy to jeonghan suddenly when his eyes land on your free hand that's resting on the table. he eyes your other hand that's holding your phone and he quickly studies your face as you're scrolling through the menu. you look relatively comfortable, he thinks.

his eyes go back to your hand that's right in front of him — he can just reach out and grab it if he really wants to but he's suddenly very aware of how clammy his own hand feels. he clears his throat as he hastily wipes his palms on his pants, he'd rather die than have you feeling how sweaty his palm is the first time you hold hands. you're about to ask for his order when he speaks.

home.

pairing: kwon soonyoung (hoshi) x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, married au!

word count: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of food, soonyoung doesn’t have his clothes on so he uses a shower curtain instead, spoilers for 20th century girl (and mentions of death) (soonyoung cries), multiple uses of soonyoung’s full name, soonyoung is sick for a moment, talks of burning textbooks, lots of kisses and petnames (soonie, babe/baby, my love, my home)

synopsis:

author note: technically related to forever but can be read as a standalone ! i love them too much, so they get a follow up :D i recommend listening to peach eyes by wave to earth while reading this hehe lots of love and i hope you enjoy <33

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“hey soonie, you alright?”

you wait with your ear to the door because you haven’t heard any noise in the bathroom since the shower stopped around five minutes ago—soonyoung usually drops a couple of things while he’s in there, so you’re worried.

“babe!” you hear a muffled cry, and open the door slowly, making sure you don’t scare him before stopping in your tracks.

“…kwon soonyoung, why are you hiding behind the curtain like that?”

tell me that you love me {TEASER} | joshua hong

The day is surprisingly slow. Even with the café being in the mere heart of the city and amidst the morning and afternoon rush, barely any pastries were taken on the display. The only sounds come from the rhythmic ticking of the antique clock on the wall, and the obnoxious screech of the stool that Jeonghan sits on not that far away.

However after some time, the familiar, soft chime of the door echoes throughout the café, announcing the arrival of a customer. Joshua finds his head immediately snapping up after fumbling with the frother, a welcoming smile dawning across his face as he smooths his apron and takes his place at the register. 

— favourite customer, yoon jeonghan.

barista!au, fluff | 405

[a/n] barista!jeonghan might just turn into a whole series of its own with the way he's been living in my head RENT FREE even though this bitch was NOT making any coffee at all! but anw, @synthetickitsune is once again my partner in crime & suffering for constantly encouraging this brainrot.

there's not a single doubt in jeonghan's mind that you're his favourite customer despite him not even knowing your name or ever having a proper conversation with you. not when his favourite part of going to work is getting to see you even if it's just for five minutes and not when he finds himself willing to do extra work whenever he sees you walk in.

anyone else but you | x.minghao

pairing : idol!minghao x reader

WHAT ! - painting minghaos nails (reader likes doing nails),

warnings: petnames, kisses, established relationship, self indulgent

you sat in the living room practicing on the practice nail hand minghao had bought you when he found you wanted to start doing nails, while spotify was playing in the back. minghao walked out of your guy's shared room noticing you working. he leaned against the wall softly smiling at the sight

there was something so comforting about how your posture was horrible but the small light on the coffee table that was originally supposed to help you see the nails clearer emphasized the features on your face more as well as how your brows furrow and your lips softly pout out as a result of focusing.

feeling a gaze on you, you turn to look and see minghao propped against the wall, when he realizes he got caught he closes his eyes for a second and chuckles in embarrassment, but he knows he could only blame himself due to the fact he didn't try to hide it.

Past lives trilogy;

Presenting my 100 followers special, inspired by the movie Past lives. For the occasion, I prepared three written fiction stories, each including a pair from boynextdoor. Each fic has a different story to tell but they all have themes of past love, containing flashbacks and some level of regret.

— Hot summer nights [sungho/woonhak x reader] ≈ 5k

: In which you meet two brothers on vacation in the south of France, two very different brothers but the memory of you brings them together.

— In search of happiness [taesan/jaehyun x reader] ≈ 4k

: One you’ve known for years and the other you only knew when you were drunk, yet somehow they’re connected and you plan use it to your advantage.

— My past, present and future [leehan/riwoo x reader] ≈ 10k

: Going back to your hometown feels so different now, unable to go back to the way things once were. You find yourself stuck between the love you once had and the possibility of a new love.

The choice is entirely up to you, you pick your ending.

that’s rough, buddy

pairing: kim mingyu x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, (a bit of) angst, established relationship

word count: 1.6k

warnings: miscommunication (everything turns out well!), mingyu’s just a little forgetful, seungkwan best friend, a forehead kiss

author note: this was requested by a lovely anon <3 again, i’m so sorry it took me so long to get to it 😭 i hope you enjoy reading, and lots of love (as usual) 🫶

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mingyu thinks you hate him, and it’s not just because you haven’t visited his apartment for more than eight days—though that’s concerning as well; you’re usually over within a couple of days, even if you’re busy, which he definitely knows you aren’t, considering how much you’ve been going out with friends, namely seungkwan and chan.

he purses his lips, looking up at the ceiling from his comfortable spot on the couch…alone, just like the last two weeks. his phone dings and he opens it immediately, a frown appearing on his face when it turns out to just be seungcheol asking if something’s up between the two of you—of course he knows; seungkwan never even looked in mingyu’s direction the last time all thirteen hung out together.

mingyu sighs, responding back with a “ask seungkwan not me” before opening up to the last time you had texted him. he had said he was busy back when you had asked if he wanted to go to a photography exhibition, and you haven't responded to his hurried apology.

maybe it’s time to say something…? he pauses before sighing again, going back to staring at the ceiling, hoping the little stipples above him will make a decision so he doesn’t have to.

sooo lucky

pairing: lee seokmin (dokyeom) x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 404

warnings: a couple of kisses on the cheek, threatening gacha machines, having bad luck but it’s okay because seokmin is there :D (or is he making it worse…)

author note: yes i love writing seokmin leave me alone. also, this is named after the itzy song because my bestie suggested it and you know what, it fits. lots of love!

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“oh my god, i swear if it’s the red one again, i’m going to hurt this machine.”

seokmin laughs, leaning into your shoulder as you input a coin into the unassuming gacha machine once more, and sighs contently. “this is so much fun.”

you glare at him mockingly before turning the knob slowly, praying softly under your breath for the figurine you want. seokmin chuckles at your seriousness and squeezes the hand that's been in his from the beginning of your gacha gambling.

as you make the final turn and hear the click you’ve become used to, you lock eyes with seokmin. “think i’m finally gonna get it?”

“yes, of course you will.” he nods seriously before looking down at the quarters in his hand and counting, mouthing numbers before finishing with a satisfied smile. “besides, i have lots more coins in case we need them!”

you peck him on the cheek as he goes on about how he’s rich, even if all the money in his hand is only three dollars at most, and he grins before raising his eyebrows. “now take it out! you’ve got this.”

you close your eyes as the gacha ball rolls out, and you pick it up after hearing a gasp from seokmin, and his giggles fill the air as you open your eyes.

“oh my god, you’ve got to be joking. i swear this thing is rigged.” you stare down at the red gacha ball that matches the rest of its siblings in your pockets.

thankfully, your boyfriend’s contagious laugh lifts your spirits like always as seokmin falls into you for support. soon enough, you attract the eyes of the other people in the mall with your loudness—the two of you could care less but maybe it would be better to not get kicked out.

you and seokmin stop laughing abruptly before making eye contact and giggling secretly, shushing each other as he hands you another coin with a kiss on the cheek.

“here, go again.” he whispers, and you smile widely at his enthusiasm as you take it from him, popping the quarter into the now tired machine.

maybe seokmin’s bad luck is rubbing off on you, but you know what? you don't find yourself caring too much, especially as he leans his head on your shoulder in amusement, interlocking your hands again like he’ll never let go (because he won’t, if he can help it).

I CARRY IT WITH ME EVERYDAY | BND

pairing : bnd x reader

genre : fluff

WHAT ! - bnd and the orange peel theory based on this anon (warnings kissing, petnames and cursing (maybe idk) this was suppose to be short but leehan had to ruin it...(JK)

wc : 1276 | @onedoornet @miidorei

SUNGHO :

-pls are you kidding me?

-him and taesan are the kings of acts of service, but i feel like he'll have a different approach

-you guys know (or have) those dads who hear one single thing about you liking something then buy like 27 of them?

-thats sungho, any fixation you have trust, he's the backbone of it providing for it

"ugh recently the stores have such good oranges" you said as you ate the peeled orange sungho had peeled for you. the second you grabbed the orange he took it from you and started peeling it despite your whines of how you could peel it yourself. either way, you appreciated the action and thanked him. "what store did you go to?" he asked while on his phone "the one near our house" you peacefully said while munching on the orange you heard him hum. the next day you woke up the kitchen filled with bags of oranges as well as a sungho standing there peeling each one. running up to him you questioned why your guy's kitchen was radiating the color orange, he shrugged grinning a bit, and continued peeling. you grabbed one to try and help to which he grabbed it out of your hand. "i don't want your pretty hands getting orangey" he smiled kissing your forehead (have yall seen that man peel a apple…?)

pairing: jake x fem! reader

genre: childhood friends to lovers au, vacation au, summer au, fluff. a tinge of first love au. jake and the reader discussing their feelings. shy jake (somebody protect him)

wc: 1.7k

warnings: swearing, a sexual joke :(

a/n: thank u @csenke my beloved for beta reading and hyping me up into posting this i owe you my whole entire LIFE. also lowkey fuck u for dragging me into yet another fandom. anyways my enhablr debut :)) kinda nervous.... pls be nice or else ill cry

“Is it good?” you ask, pointing towards the ice lolly in Jake’s mouth, your legs propped up against the wall right next to where his back is resting. You’re currently laying on the floor– because the heat in Italy makes it unbearable to sprawl on the bed during summer, just the blankets laying under you being enough to make your body flood with sweat. 

“I asked you if you wanted it,” he grunts, taking his eyes off his phone screen and gazing at you through the hair falling into his forehead and shielding his vision, “and you said no.” 

“Okay, and? I’m not asking to have it, I’m just asking you if it’s good–”

“So you don’t want a taste, yeah?” he challenges you. A second of silence passes by as the two of you stare at each other wordlessly before he sighs, right as you open your mouth and utter out your next comment.

“I mean, you can just give me a taste, it wouldn’t hurt you–”

“I’m not sharing my ice cream with you,” your childhood best friend says, shaking his head at your greediness.