baey ! ᰍᰍ

01 02 03 ─── bored of your life, you go on tinder and match with a hot guy named park sunghoon, who in his bio, states that he’s “date to marry.” but he offers you a deal: fake a marriage with him to annoy his obnoxious family and he’ll pay you for it.

or you’re in a fake marriage with sunghoon and he takes your last name to piss his relatives off. oh and did i tell you that he’s lowkey obsessed with you? even though he’s just your “fake husband.”

starring husband!sunghoon x wife!reader ₊˚⊹♡ genre smau, romcom, strangers to lovers, fake marriage au, obsessed!hoon, opposite of slowburn 𑣲⋆ warnings use of y/n, profanity, suggestive jokes /•᷅‎‎•᷄\੭ -> check out mayor!jake's story ♡

( ℰ🪽 ) —— srry 4 the wait </3 pt3 is js hubby freakhoon & wife in love era (real) but anw i hope u guys enjoy this one 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 likes, comments, & reblogs r always appreciated <3 mwahh also there's a video part ! make sure to view it

JAMES

fever

architecturally pleasing

blonde hair

back to you

where'd you get that

not yours

cornered

just this once

lieutenant

ride

national anthem

never let go

after hours

intoxicating

fight dirty

close isn't close enough

my girl

in need of you

late night conversations for the platonically doomed

forks in the road

midnight fiction

JUHOON

moon lovers

too much?

4me4me

love is

a suitable arrangement

not like him at all

pretty when you cry

clingy

fate

the man who can't be moved

apocalypse

MARTIN

boyfriend!martin

daydreams of you

his wish was you

accidentally, lovingly

bf!martin taking care of you when you're sick

kiss me more

do i have what it takes?

six foot three, zero dignity

bro's the type to

yappatron

SEONGHYEON

just one day

stay with me

keonho knows best

looking the wrong way

love alphabet

little things

bf!seonghyeon

just because

what lovers do

you didn't have to wait for me

midnight snack

first drink

kissing boys is not something i do often

okay, me time now!

telepathy love

so in love with you

wherever you are

ms. independent and mr. act of service

the petty silent treatment

let's go shopping

ambivalence

seventeen candles

brace yourself

bro's the type to

me & u

erm... awkward

hollywood action

KEONHO

opposites attract

green eyed monster

come get your man!

champagne borrowed & someone blue

i'm not cute anymore

blanket pile

chapstick trend

happy birthday, spidey

sleepyhead

summer fever

tutoring w know-it-all keonho

golden retriever x black cat

unblock!

barbie and ken

recommended for you (and me)

told ya so

focus on me

fade into you

OT5

BF headcanons

you got sick?

blah blah blah.. proper name...

ur my bf??

Untold Story

Here’s my attempt at a translation of the BSD third light novel, Untold Story of the Founding of the Detective Agency. This rambling post talks about the what and why. Done partly for practice, but mostly out of love for the incredible original.

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The book has two stories, both pretty much standalones. The first, shorter one, tells the story of the ADA planning Atsushi’s entrance exam. No plans to translate that one, but it is not tied to the main story. The rest of the book is Untold Story itself.

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1/6 — docs.google.com/document/d/1rmIA6WJaMRsQyTJab2xugi9fBvJW-xrVt0qrLjfJaBU

2/6 — docs.google.com/document/d/1L45bhrttssqj9TrKfDs6Ocsuy1mMXgc9IFIkazkJfII 3/6 — docs.google.com/document/d/1kudanKQAIi7piunBhqx4rkum8oEEx4BI5Hd5xGZE7_g 4/6 — docs.google.com/document/d/11K3_nUay_w92_68wSh3pMG7ok5bpzAAw1zyfZybsjV4

5/6 — docs.google.com/document/d/1HbZUlKyVsrxVluZYeGpx50Bm4_JvpMmPYvKf736OUy4

6/6 — docs.google.com/document/d/18ApNI3620WtllJMxSSrGY0_KK_ze12Tcfmn0QhPucnA

the seventh member —⋆

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚* kim juhoon smau

What happens when the youngest member of KATSEYE starts to feel drawn to the visual from HYBE’s newest boy group? Only to realise that she isn’t the only idol who’s interested…⋆୨୧˚

part 4 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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THE HANGOUT °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The restaurant was barely large enough for twelve people.

Technically it wasn't even a restaurant. It was one of those tiny Korean corner shops hidden behind office buildings, the sort of place trainees discovered through word of mouth and guarded like state secrets. The sign outside was faded. The tables didn't match. The owner seemed perpetually unimpressed by everyone.

Which was precisely why they liked it. The evening crowd had thinned by the time they arrived. A few office workers occupied the far corner while the owner watched television behind the counter.

Twelve idols entering at once should have attracted attention. Instead, the woman merely looked up once before pointing toward the back section.

"Don't break anything."

They immediately burst out laughing.

Several tables were pushed together and the seating arrangement happened naturally enough.

At least initially.

Within minutes people began switching places, stealing food from neighboring plates, and abandoning their original seats entirely.

By the time the first dishes arrived, the arrangement barely resembled the one they'd started with.

Na-rae found herself seated between Megan and Juhoon. Not because anyone planned it, mostly because nobody had bothered planning anything.

The conversation bounced around the table continuously. One moment it was rehearsal stories, next it was embarrassing trainee experiences, then it became an argument about which member would survive longest in the Hunger Games.

The discussion lasted almost twenty minutes despite nobody possessing relevant expertise.

Juhoon contributed very little.

Na-rae noticed that he tended to listen more than he spoke in larger groups. Most of the time he seemed content observing the chaos unfolding around him. It made the moments when he did speak more noticeable.

At some point a bowl of kimchi jjigae was passed down the table.

Before Na-rae could reach for it, Juhoon had already taken it and set it in front of her without looking up from the conversation. The action happened so casually that neither of them acknowledged it.

A few minutes later she returned the favour with a plate someone was asking for from the opposite side.

The exchange lasted less than three seconds. Nobody commented. The conversation continued uninterrupted. Still, there was something strangely comfortable about it.

Eventually dinner stretched into dessert, then drinks, then another thirty minutes nobody had intended to spend there.

The owner eventually informed them that if they planned to remain all night, they should at least order something else.

Megan apologised and proceeded to order more food.

Hours seemed to pass unusually quickly. The restaurant owner eventually stopped pretending she wanted them to leave and brought out extra drinks on the house.

Outside, the sky had darkened completely. The city glowed softly beyond the windows, nobody seemed particularly eager to end the night.

It was Sophia who suggested a walk first. The idea spread through the group almost immediately.

The weather was good, the streets were relatively quiet. And most importantly, nobody had schedules early enough the next morning to object.

The city felt different at night.

Softer.

Less hurried.

Streetlights reflected against glass buildings while distant traffic rolled through the background like white noise. Groups naturally formed and reformed as they walked. Some people lingered near the front. Others fell behind. Conversations split apart before merging again a few minutes later.

At some point after that, Juhoon had ended up beside her. Neither of them acknowledged the transition, it just simply happened.

They walked in comfortable silence for a while. Ahead of them, Megan was attempting to convince half the group to visit an arcade. Behind them, James and Martin appeared trapped in another pointless debate.

The city stretched around them. For once, nobody seemed in a hurry.

Juhoon glanced toward a convenience store they were passing.

"You know what's funny?" He started, looking at the shorter girl beside him.

Na-rae looked over. "What?"

"I spent that whole day planning our vlog. I even almost made an itinerary."

She stared at him and softly chuckled. "I didn't know you were so excited to see us."

"You." He corrected so fast she hadn't even registered what he said before he changed topics. "But the livestream was fun, though."

She nodded in agreement, sipping on her semi-diluted Coca Cola that she still hadn't finished from dinner.

"You seem to be really popular among the MEOVV girls." Juhoon glanced back at Na-rae, "They kept looking at you during the livestream. I counted about fifteen times."

"Were you really that bored?" She laughed.

"It just caught my attention. Plus, I don't blame them." The last sentence trailed off into a sort-of whisper. Na-rae furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"What do you mean?" She tilted her head towards him.

"You're hard not to stare at." He smiled softly, then quickly looked away; clearly shocked by his own sudden boldness.

Na-rae's eyes widened. She had been called outright beautiful by many people before. But for some reason, this subtle comment made her feel so much more than the others. Maybe it was because of who it was said by.

Or maybe it was because he clearly hadn't meant to say it out loud.

For the first time since she'd met him, Juhoon seemed completely lost for words. The realisation almost made her smile.

Beside her, he had suddenly become very interested in the traffic passing on the road ahead.

A bus rolled past.

Then a taxi.

Then another bus.

Na-rae was fairly certain he wasn't actually looking at any of them.

"You know," she began carefully, fighting back a grin, "for someone who planned an entire itinerary, you're surprisingly bad at recovering from conversations."

Juhoon immediately groaned, Na-rae stifling her laughter beside him.

Nobody noticed.

At least, nobody in the group did.

The walk continued for another half hour before managers finally started calling. Nobody seemed particularly enthusiastic about leaving. Every attempt to end a conversation somehow led to another one.

What was supposed to be a quick dinner had somehow become an entire evening.

By the time they eventually split up, the streets were noticeably quieter.

Na-rae climbed into KATSEYE's van expecting to immediately pass out. Instead, she spent most of the ride listening to Megan and Daniela argue about whether basketball required a lot of athletic ability. The CORTIS boys had mentioned a future basketball collaboration/hang out and they were immediately intrigued.

When Na-rae finally arrived back at the dorm, it was well past midnight.

She didn't think much about the evening while getting ready for bed. Most of her attention was occupied by finding her charger, answering a few messages from family, and convincing herself she had enough energy to wash her hair.

The compliment only came back to her when she was lying in bed.

Which was annoying, because now there was nothing else to think about.

Her room was dark except for the faint glow of her phone charging across the room. Outside, traffic hummed quietly in the distance.

Na-rae stared at the ceiling. She had been complimented before. Frequently.

Half the people she knew were either models, idols, actors, or all three which meant that compliments happened constantly. Most of them disappearing from her memory within minutes.

Yet for some reason she could still hear Juhoon's voice perfectly.

You're hard not to stare at.

The worst part was that he hadn't even sounded smooth.

If anything, he'd sounded surprised by himself. The memory made her laugh quietly.

Somewhere in Seoul, Juhoon was probably lying awake regretting the entire conversation. The thought was comforting enough that she eventually fell asleep.

The next morning, she woke up to seventeen missed notifications from her group chat.

At first she assumed something had happened in the group chat. Then she saw Sophia's name.

And Megan's.

And Manon's.

And Daniela's.

The messages kept going. A strange sense of dread settled over her.

She ignored them first, focusing on the thousands of notifications flooding in on her other social media accounts

The photo itself wasn't even particularly scandalous.

In fact, if she'd seen it a month ago, she probably would've scrolled past without a second thought.

The problem was that whoever had posted it had cropped out almost everybody else. What remained was a picture of her and Juhoon walking side by side beneath a streetlight.

She remembered the exact moment.

You're hard not to stare at.

Unfortunately, no one else in the group appeared in the photo.

The internet, predictably, had filled in the gaps themselves.

" "they were with 10 other people" okay then explain why every photo i see only has the two of them in it." A comment on Instagram had said.

"i know a man with a crush when i see one" Another netizen had commented.

"he's either in love with her or she's telling the funniest story ever told."

"the fact that they were literally in a group of TWELVE and somehow ended up side by side in every single photo is taking me out."

"my favourite part is that the original source literally says they were with friends. nobody cares about the friends."

"the real victim here is juhoon because i know his members are never letting this go"

The comments went on and on and on. Na-rae found herself scrolling through the endless void of social media. Her eyes were glued to the screen, watching everyone form their own interpretation of what their conversation could've been about.

Then her phone buzzed.

Then it buzzed again.

And again.

By the time Na-rae arrived at practice, the jokes had somehow gotten worse.

What had started as a few screenshots in the group chat had evolved into a full-scale investigation.

Sophia had an entire thread open on her phone dedicated to analysing Juhoon's body language. Daniela was halfway through reading a fan theory that claimed the dinner outing had actually been an elaborate cover-up orchestrated by both groups. Lara had discovered edits. An alarming amount of edits.

Na-rae made the mistake of glancing at one over Daniela's shoulder.

The video was seventeen seconds long, paired with dramatic music and an unnecessarily long slow-mo.

She immediately looked away. "No." Na-rae shook her head and walked in a different direction.

Daniela burst out laughing.

"You haven't even seen the best one."

"I don't want to."

The problem was that nobody seemed interested in respecting her wishes.

Over the next twenty minutes she was shown screenshots, tweets, comments, video compilations, and one particularly impressive flowchart that appeared to connect every public interaction she'd had with Juhoon since his debut.

The fact that most of those interactions had occurred in front of cameras did not seem to matter.

Eventually rehearsal started. The music came on and everyone focused on work.

The conversation moved elsewhere.

At least for KATSEYE.

Across the HYBE building, the situation was considerably worse.

Because while seven people were more than enough to distract each other, five people with unrestricted internet access and entirely too much free time were a far greater threat.

Juhoon realised something was wrong the moment he stepped into the practice room. Normally somebody would've been stretching, somebody would've been dancing absentmindedly in front of the mirror, and Martin would've already found something pointless to argue about with Keonho. Instead, all four of them were gathered on the floor in a loose circle, staring at a phone with the sort of concentration usually reserved for important announcements.

The second the door opened, they all looked up. Nobody said anything immediately, although James was already trying and failing to suppress a grin.

"What happened?"

Martin glanced down at his phone before looking back at him, his expression caught somewhere between concern and amusement.

"You made the news." The sinking feeling arrived immediately. Juhoon didn't even need to ask what kind of news.

Still, he did.

"What news?"

"Oh, you've definitely seen it." Keonho's smile widened.

"We've all seen it," James added helpfully.

Martin turned his phone around and the photograph filled the screen.

Juhoon recognised it instantly.

It had been taken during the walk after dinner. He could remember the exact stretch of pavement, the exact streetlight hanging overhead, and the exact conversation he'd been having with Na-rae when the photo was snapped. What he couldn't understand was where everyone else had gone.

The original scene had been crowded. Now for some reason, all of those people had somehow vanished.

The photo had been cropped so aggressively that it looked like he'd spent the evening wandering through Seoul alone with Na-rae.

Juhoon stared at the image for a moment before glancing up at the headline. When he looked back down again, it somehow seemed even worse.

"That's ridiculous."

Nobody disagreed. But unfortunately, nobody looked particularly sympathetic either.

Martin had already moved on to the comments section, scrolling with the sort of excitement people usually reserved for something way more important.

"Oh, this one's good."

"I don't want to hear it." Juhoon waved his hand dismissively.

Martin ignored him, much to his dismay.

"'I know a man with a crush when I see one.'"

James folded forward laughing while Keonho nearly dropped his phone altogether, and even Seonghyeon, who normally remained detached from most forms of chaos, looked visibly entertained by the situation.

Juhoon covered his face with one hand. The gesture turned out to be a mistake.

"Oh my god, look at him."

"He's actually blushing."

"I'm not blushing."

"You absolutely are."

"I'm literally not."

Keonho was already scrolling again.

"No, wait. This one's even better." Juhoon didn't like that sentence. Not even a little.

"'The real victim here is Juhoon because I know his members are never letting this go.'"

For a brief moment, the room fell quiet as everyone considered the comment.

"That's fair."

The room dissolved into laughter again.

The worst part was that every attempt Juhoon made to defend himself only seemed to generate new material. Explaining that twelve people had attended the outing led to questions about why he somehow appeared beside Na-rae in every photograph. Pointing out that the photos were cropped resulted in Keonho insisting that fate appeared personally invested in removing everyone else from the frame. Even trying to ignore them wasn't particularly effective because Martin had already committed himself to reading comments aloud for the foreseeable future.

By the time rehearsal was supposed to start, Keonho had stopped reading the article entirely and was now fully invested in the comments section, occasionally making noises of delight whenever he found something particularly incriminating. James had developed a worrying interest in public opinion, and Martin was saving screenshots into a folder that Juhoon suspected would be weaponised later.

The conversation only began to die down once music started playing through the speakers and everyone finally remembered they had work to do. Water bottles were collected, bags were pushed aside, and people gradually shifted into rehearsal mode. For a few minutes, Juhoon allowed himself to believe the situation had passed.

Then, while stretching, Seonghyeon glanced up from his phone.

"You know, I never really noticed it before."

Juhoon immediately regretted engaging. "Noticed what?"

Seonghyeon locked his phone and shrugged.

"You and Na-rae." The room became interested again almost instantly.

"What about us?"

"I don't know," Seonghyeon replied. "You just end up next to each other a lot."

The comment shouldn't have been difficult to dismiss. The problem was that Seonghyeon wasn't teasing him. Not even a laugh.

He sounded genuinely thoughtful, as though he were pointing out a completely ordinary observation that had only just occurred to him.

Across the room, James looked seconds away from losing the battle he was fighting against his own laughter, while Martin wasn't even pretending anymore.

Juhoon opened his mouth to argue before pausing unexpectedly.

Because, annoyingly enough, he couldn't immediately think of a response. And judging by everyone else's faces, they noticed that too.

Na-rae stared at the last message for a moment before locking her phone.

Across the HYBE headquarters, Juhoon was probably being bullied by his members again. The thought made her laugh despite herself.

Her phone buzzed almost immediately.

Sophia: did juhoon text u

Na-rae closed her eyes.

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sweethearts | juhoon request

hiii sweetie, this request is toooo cute & i had sm fun with this one, i hope you enjoy and send more requests in at anytime !

warnings: cussing/swearing, lmk if i missed anything genre: fluff wc: ~1k

lanis little letters: no clue when this will be out but it was written litterally within an hour of you sending the request so i hope i was able to satisfy you honey pie ! tags and requests are indeed open right now — do enjoy <3 !

all under cut !

sypnosis you have the fattest crush on Seonghyeon ever since you guys were still in highschool, what happens when you found out he debuted in Cortis? How would he feel when he realised he's your bias?

notes not proofread, contains swearing. clearingmydraftpart2 you can tell i really like highschool love haha🙏 IMIGHT MAKE THIS FIC INTO A SMAU SERIES

── divider by @/cursed-carmine

The weather was scorching hot today. Student's chatters scattered the classroom─anything but paying attention in class. The literature teacher kept talking about symbolism or something, her voice quietly blending within the classroom, but you couldn’t focus on a single word.

You sat by the window, propping your chin on your hand while gazing at the field when you noticed something, or...someone.

Seonghyeon, who is currently playing basketball with his gang.

HE LOOKS SO GOOD like holy facecard?

Dark brown hair damped from sweat, while his pe shirt clinged slightly to his back, outlining his shoulders every time he jumped for a rebound. His laughter can be heard faintly through the opened classroom window.

Your friend besides you noticed too.

"Don't tell me your looking at him again," she groaned

" Oh- please, he just look so handsome," you replied, still watching closely at him. "I swear the girls next class was pinning on him too!"

Outside, his friends was chatting about what to eat for lunch when he felt someone staring. Slowly, he glanced up toward the building behind him, your block. For a second, his eyes searched lazily across the rows of windows before landing directly on yours.

Your heart nearly stopped that moment.

Both of your eyes met for a sec before he smiled softly, at you.

In a split second, Seonghyeon lifted one hand slightly, hidden low enough beneath the window frame so probably nobody else noticed. A tiny wave, towards you.

Your whole body froze, breath hitching in your throat. However, before you could even reply, his hand dropped, the wave vanishing as quickly as it had appeared, and his attention shifted back to his friends.

You glanced back to your friend, face flushed from the encounter. You couldn't believed what has happened just now.

"He looked at-, no he waved at me!" you exclaimed, not loud enough to interupt the teacher.

"Are you sure your not dreaming?" she only said before writing her notes.

"I swear on my mom he did infact, looked at me!" you argued.

"Ladies at the back! Please focus." the teacher suddenly called out, clearly not impressed by the two of you.

"...Yes ma'am" you could only say before shifting your attention back to class.

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Percy Jackson ◜ Lips & Gloss ❞

syspnosis ꕀ Percy is in infatuated with your kisses, to the point where he has basically consumed so much chemicals from your lipgloss. but he doesn’t mind, until you complain about a shortage.

╰ cw; pure fluff, tooth rotting!!

╰ taglist & masterlist!

I would like a ring!

Percy Jackson x f!reader

Fluff - 4.3k words

Synopsis: You hint a Percy your want him to pop the question. He's oblivious until Paul points it out to him. Or the 4 times you drop hints to Percy and the 1 time his step dad tells him. 🐟

Warnings: uh kissing, sort of fade to black, Paul Blofis is a good dad, confused Percy, idiots in love.

Enjoy💙

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Demigods didn't tend to have long lifespans. With near-death experiences at least once a month, it's a suprise to see a demigod reach their thirties. And this is something you've come to terms with. You're aware with how much the gods enjoy tormenting you and your boyfriend that it's unlikely you'll both make it to get the senior citizen discount at Walmart.

Speaking of your lovely boyfriend, Percy Jackson, you were hoping to make it official before the next world ending disaster hit. Despite your advacity for female independence, you did adore the idea of marriage. Of having a love so deep you want to tie yourself to that person for eternity. Maybe you were overly romanticizing the tradition, but you wanted a pretty ring to show off to your friends! And planning the wedding would be so fun! You got to choose the flowers, and the lights, and the dress code, and the cake! You wanted chocolate and strawberry, buttercream frosting, three tiers, and blue sea shells! Simple really.

To say the least, it was on your mind frequently. Demigods didn't have as much time as mortals, you thought, so it couldn't be too soon to get married at 19.

You were staying at Percy's parents apartment while you attended college and he tried to get in one (University of New Rome required letters of recommendation from gods so new quest. Yay.). His mom adored you. You and Paul bonded over your shared interest in education. Camp was your only home before, so having one here with Percy's family was a huge comfort you never knew you lacked. It also made you realize what life could be like if you and Percy did move forward. You could get your own home, go out on real dates, maybe start your own family... perhaps that was a bit to far ahead. But still, the idea was nice. A comfort that demigods rarely got to experience.

You had been studying for an upcoming test with some friends at a nearby cafe when Percy burst into the shop. How he found you? No idea. He always had this crazy sixth sense about you. He also had this panicked look in his eyes he got when something terrible happened like right now. He called your name and slid into the open spot at your right. It was a cozy little shop with dark wood walls and hanging plants that drapped to the floor. Around the seating area were shelfs of donated books that you could exchange one of your own for. Sally had been the one to show you this place. She often came here to write. You understood why. It was comforting and quant.

"Hey," You said, a hint of a question in your voice. Something was up. Your friends ignored him, continuing to work amongst themselves. They were used to his common intrusions.

"Hey." Percy repeated and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, then pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. He sat there in silence for a few moments watching as you typed on your laptop. He was too quiet. Something was definitely up.

"What did you do?"

"Don't be mad at me okay? Really, baby. It's not that big of a deal. I just need your help." He rushed out and gave you those big green puppy eyes.

"What is it?" You sighed. Why is a week without any dangerous monsters so hard to find? You're not even at camp!

"I need to, uh, pet sit for Hecate. Don't give me that look. Come on! You love dogs!" Percy pleaded. He pressed another chaste kiss to your cheek again. You grumbled in annoyance but leaned into his embrace, closing your eyes. His thumb drew circles into your shoulder. He knew you were tired of fighting and the mythic world. You had been fighting longer than him. "I know, sweet girl. Just a little more then we'll both be in college. We'll be done and if any gods come to us, we'll tell them to go away."

"You owe me dinner," You whispered and shoved a finger at his chest.

Percy gave you that stupid grin and kissed you properly this time. You couldn't help but smile into it. He started to get up, but you reached for his wrist. "And something shiney."

Percy gave you a puzzled look then grinned. He took your hand and pressed his lips to the back of it.

"Of course. Ill get you a necklace." He whispered then let go and dissappeared out of the Cafe. You sighed slumping into the booth. You were hoping for a ring but a necklace will do for now, you suppose. Your eyes lingered on the door. The ring of the bell still resonated faintly in the space.

"Was that too subtle?" You asked one of your friends. They were aware of your desire to start something more serious with your boyfriend.

"Well, I understood it, but he's a guy and their dumb." One of your girlfriends answered. She gave him a sympathetic smile. "Yours is particularly quite dumb."

"He's actually quite smart just not when it comes to feelings." You said. It was something about Percy you had come to accept. It was even cute at times like when he wasn't picking up your flirtatious so you just kissed him. That look of suprise then fond realization would wash over his features. It only made you love him more, but for situations like this, it made things more difficult.

You tried to focus back on your studies, but the easy comfort you usually found with your friends was shadowed by a lingering dread. It was totally possible that Percy wouldn't want marriage. You had never heard him explicitly say his views on the tradition. He may think its a waste of money to please society or something. You weren't sure how you would recover if he said no. You loved him so much. You redirected your anxiety to your studies. You needed to past this test first, then you could worry about the rest of your life.

-

Pet sitting for a goddess was about as chaotic as you imagined, but the date after was worth it. Percy took you out to a real restaurant. Not fast food. It was fine dining with mood lighting and tables cloaked in red. Something you rarely experienced. You ordered your food and at the end of your date he proudly presented the necklace he had bought you. It was undeniably stunning. A delicate chain with a charm that held a shining aquamarine jewel.

"It was, uh, my mom's. She wanted you to have it." Percy said as he nudged the velvet box across the table to you. It glittered under the candle light. You carefully took it out the box smiling.

"Its beautiful. Your mother didn’t have to-"

"She wanted to give it to you for a while now," Percy shook his head. His eyes trailed your hands as you fastened the chain around your neck. Something filled with admiration and possession. The gem rested just below your collarbones.

Percy, surprisingly, offers to pay for the dinner. Usually the two of you just split the bill since neither of you can afford a meal like this but apparently he had been saving up. You insisted to pay for the tip anyway.

It had gotten cold outside by the time, you had left the restaurant and Percy gave you his jacket. Snow fluttered down from dark clouds and dusted the streets in a hazy of white. You bit back a smile as Percy's dark hair became speckled with the tiny white flakes. He took your hand as you walked, intertwined his fingers with yours. It was moment like these you tried to cherish the most. They were so hard to come by in demigod life.

You passed by window displays of books, and clothes, and candy, but one caught your eye. It was a jewelry store that had close earlier. Dispite the darkness in the shop, gems glittered in the window. Rubies, Emeralds, diamonds. Gold and silver. It all shimmered under the streetlights. You tugged at Percy's hand, pulled him with you over to the display. This was a perfect chance.

"I just got you a necklace, baby.." Percy pouted and stood behind you, his head rested atop yours.

"I need a ring to go with it though, don't I?" You teased, but your face warmed with embarrassment. That definitely was too forward. You focused on the intricate rings behind the glass in order to ignore the thoughts racing through your head.

"Isn't that one pretty?" You asked and pointed to a baby blue diamond ring. Percy's color. You held your hand out imagining how it would look on your finger.

"Hmm. Do you think Poseidon would lend me some money for that?" Percy grinned. You let out a dramatic annoyed sigh and elbowed him. He grunted and stumbled back.

"Or you could get a job. Stop living off of your poor mother." You said starting down the street again. Percy lingered at the display for a moment before he jogged to catch up.

"You're really into jewelry all the sudden." He muttered, partly to himself. His hand found yours again.

"Maybe I've discovered a taste for the finer things," You replied. "Maybe I just like being spoiled by my boyfriend."

"The latter, I think," Percy said and leaned down to kiss your cheek. "Don't worry, baby. I'll spoil you plenty."

You've never felt more content than in that moment. The sidewalk sparkled with freshly fall snow and crunched under your feet, the streetlamps were a glow with warm golden in light, and Percy was beside you. His arm wrapped around your shoulders as you walked. You soaked up his warmth and closed your eyes. You wanted to memorize this feeling and keep it stored for hard days. A cozy memory you could always come back to.

-

About two weeks later, you were babysitting Estelle while Paul and Sally went out for date night. Percy was layed back on the couch, his head in your lap and the baby sprawled on top of his chest. The both of them looked completely enraptured by the movie---Moana. He was so focused on the movie, in fact, that you had stopped playing with his hair and he didn't even notice. Usually, he'd whine for you not to stop.

Unlike their entertained bliss, your mind was on everything but the movie. They two looked so adorable and comfy cuddled together like that. You couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to have a child of your own with Percy. He was already so good with Estelle. You could tell he would be a great father. Maybe a bit lenient. You couldn't imagine him being hard on your kid. He would spoil your kid and play with them all the time. You couldn't stop the little smile that crept onto your lips at the thought.

Once the movie finished, Percy carried a sleepy Estelle up to bed. You watched in the doorway as he tucked her into her princess blanket and kissed her forehead. He straightened and turned to you with a stupid teasing smile.

"What you thinking about?"

"Nothing."

"Come on.." He whispered, his arms wrapped around you and he leaned down to press an affectionate kiss behind your ear. Your arms instinctively wrapped around neck.

"Have you ever thought about us.. like starting a family?" You asked hesitantly. His answer meant everything. Your heart leaped in your chest.

"Oh? Is that what this is about? You looking at me all cute and soft and stuff?" He grinned and littered kisses along your throat electing a huff of a laugh from you. "A kid would be nice. Not a big fan of diapers though."

"That's only for a year or so." You said, fingers threaded into his hair. "You'd be a good dad."

"Ya think so?" Percy questioned and pulled back to stare at you. A blend of suprise and pride overwhelming his handsome features. "You'd be a great mom, baby."

"Mm. I'd have to actually care for the kid. You'd just play with them." You said then laughed at Percy's expression of offense.

"I'll have you know I'd be a very responsible dad. Feed em' and clothe em' and everything." He protested. His arm moved to wrap around your shoulders and guided you down the hall to his room. "I'll be a stay at home dad if you want."

"And you wouldn't let them do whatever they want?" You asked, biting back a laugh. Percy opened then door to his room like a true gentleman and gestured for you to step inside.

"No. . Well, sometimes. Gotta let the kid have fun," Percy grinned and stepped in after you. He shut and locked the door behind him. Your heart raced inside your ribcage. You couldn't stop smiling. "He's a boy, by the way. Ive decided."

"But I want a girl." You grumbled, arms crossed over your chest. Percy only grinned wider and leaned down to press a deep kiss to your lips. It was hungry and intimate and devouring like he had been waiting forever to kiss you. You smiled against his lips and he hummed, nudging you backwards to his bed.

"We'll just have to try for both then, hmm?" Percy murmured lowly. He followed you down on the bed and kissed you deeply again. He rocked back on his heels, taking a moment to admire you splayed out on his shark bed sheets.

"You know pregnancy is like the worst right?" You said and forced yourself to ignore the heat that bloomed in your core under his gaze.

"I'll make sure its the best thing then. Im spoil you the whole way." Percy repeated and leaned down again, his arms propped up and either side of your head. He kissed you again and you could've sworn you he was grinning.

-

Dispite all your attempts, there was no progress in your relationship with Percy. It was as if he didn't notice your hints at all. You loved him, but it was starting to bother you. It felt like he was intentionally ignoring all your attempts. It was like he was trying to put down the idea and it scared you to no end. So, you decide to take a more forward approach.

"I want a wedding." You declared, earning a suprised look from Percy. You were both waiting for the bus back to his mom's apartment. You were curled up on the bench, leaning into the warmth of his side. His arm was wrapped around your shoulders, his fingertips traced circles into your arm in a comforting manner. It was still freezing, but a recent rain had melted the snow away. You were staying at the apartment for the weekend like usual and Percy had insisted he would come get you even though you were fine taking the bus alone. It was cute in a way, but you had a lingering thought that it might be to make you feel better. You weren't trying to be petty, but after him ignoring all your hints, it was hard not to be bitter about it.

"You do?" Percy questioned, his dark brows furrowed as he shifted to look at you properly.

"Mhm," You hummed and kept your eyes on your lap. Your fingers twisted your necklace nervously. "I mean wouldn't it be nice? A day all for me and my love. I get to pick all the decorations and food and veneu. And the dress... I'd have to take the girls with me. Trying on wedding dresses would be the best part. Well, maybe the second best part."

Percy stared as you talked, completely enraptured. His fingers stopped their soothing movement on your arm, too focused on your words. You glanced up at him and your face flushed. The glimmer in those flowing sea green eyes told you he was imagining it too.

"What's the best part then?" He whispered, low and taut.

"When I walk down the aisle," You answered, unable to keep the smile off your lips. You could picture it so clearly. Frank would already be crying from his spot to the side as one of Percy's best men. Piper would be trying to blink her tears away. Annabeth stood proud and smiled as the music began to play while you walked down the aisle. A beautiful mix you selected from yours and Percy's favorite movie. Nerdy, but felicitous given you and him. Then, of course, there was *him*. Standing tall at the end, waiting with that look filled with love. Just like when he first asked you out, nervous but sure of his feelings.

Still ever the petty one, you told him all this, but with an elusive could-be-anyone groom. You knew perfectly well it would create doubt in his mind. Maybe it was cruel, but you've been buzzing with doubt since you started this scheme.

"Thats an expensive wedding, baby." Percy murmured once you were done. Which was true. What you pictured was rather elaborate and overflowing with finery.

"Thats the point." You huffed and elbowed his side. He grunted, but only pulled you closer and kissed your cheek.

"So... am I gonna be there?" He asked softly, his nose brushed yours.

"I hope so." You said, then pulled away teasingly as the bus arrived. Percy huffed a laugh and followed you up, his hand in yours.

During the ride home, he bombarded you with questions about your theoretical wedding. Who would you invite? What kind of cake? What kind of dress? He seemed particular interested in your answer to the last question. You could tell he was avoiding the question, 'would he be the groom?'

-

Percy really had no idea what he did wrong. You had been acting so strange all week, moody and avoidant. He shifted to sit up in his bed. Your sleeping form curled up on your side. He watched your breath rise and fall. The only time you seemed peaceful lately was in your sleep. Everything he said seemed to only make it worse. Your dream about a wedding made him so happy for the future, but when you didn't mention the groom, he knew he messed up. He didn't want to ask you about it in fear you would say that you didn't want him forever. Didn't picture him in that role as your groom.

He groaned and ran a hand through his hair. Everything felt tense now. He didn't want it to be like this.

He quietly left the bedroom, careful not to wake you and went to the kitchen. He ran his hands over his face in exasperation then opened the fridge, the bright light made him squint.

"Midnight snack?"

Percy quickly shut the fridge door and straightened, suprised to see Paul standing in the doorway. He scratched his salt and pepper hair awkwardly. He wore washed out plad pajama pants and a old college sweater.

"Uh, yeah." Percy mumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets. He watched as Paul grabbed an apple from the fruit basket and sat down at the small dining table. He patted the spot next to him.

"Tell be about it."

Percy lingered for a moment in the kitchen. Usually he would talk to his mom about his embarrassing girl issues, but it seemed like his step dad would be better for this situation. Man to man. Something he never had before. He swallowed and plopped down next to him. There was so much he wanted to say, but he didn't know how to even begin.

"You're mom said there something up with you..." Paul started and Percy immediately spilled everything. He could stop the words that flowed about you. About your future together. About how scared he was that future would be ruined by gods. Paul listened to all of it with a comforting hand placed on Percy's shoulder. Which only made Percy's heart hurt more. He finally had a real family. Not just him and his mom (which was perfect fine, but having a real father too that cared and listened to him..). He really didn't want another world ending disaster to take this away from him too. The last two where you and his mom were in eminent danger was enough for his heart.

"Well, she wants you to propose." Paul said, the apple he'd been eating now reduced to just a core in his hand. Percy could only stare, completely taken out of his thoughts. He blinked a few times then buried his face in his hands.

"Im so stupid.." He groaned. That's why you were so upset because he was stupid and you probably thought he was rejecting the idea. It all made sense now and he wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

"It happens. Your mom did the same thing and got so upset that she straight up told me she expected me to propose the next day. Trying to find a ring overnight is no joke. Best feeling, but not when your on a timer." Paul said, patting Percy back. He peered at his step-dad between his fingers.

"So I should be scared?"

"You do want to marry her right?"

"Yes." There was no doubt in Percy's made that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. And the future you had been trying to show him only made him more sure of that decision.

"Then start looking for a ring sometime soon," Paul said with a firm nod. "Its not easy to find the perfect one."

"Actually... I do know of the perfect one.." Percy murmured, a smile on his lips as the perfect plan came to mind.

-

You honestly had no clue what came over your boyfriend. He was a all smiles and cheer when you woke up. Which was very different from how confusion and stressed he was last night.

At breakfast he said that you would be going on a date that night to the beach. It was a little out of nowhere but you nodded and finished your pancakes. You hadn't been to the beach with him since you had started college. He told you to wear something nice then shoved the rest of his food in his mouth and left. You stared at the door as it shut then your gaze drifted to his parents. Sally looked just as baffled as you and Paul only responded with a kind knowing smile.

You spent the rest of the day doing homework in his room, but it was all mindless. You were more concerned about what to wear. You hoped he didn't mean to swim since it was, well, only the beginning of spring. Temperatures had only just started to warm up. So you didn't have to worry about that, but it seemed important given the giddy expression on his face before he left. But it was also the beach so you couldn't wear something too formal. You decided on something casual but elegant and blue. His color.

Percy arrived back at the apartment with your favorite flowers just before dinner. He kissed you passionately then the two of you got into Sally's car (she let him drive). He opened the door for you like a true gentleman which led you to believe something was definitely up. He tried to be casual during the drive to the beach but you could tell he was restless. He kept messing with his hair and checking his pockets.

When you got there the sun had begun to set, painting a beautiful picture of pinks and yellows across the sky and catching the ocean in its warm glow. While you stared, Percy laid out a towel and set his stuff down. He at brought fruit and snacks for the two of you to share, but it seemed that was for later as he grabbed your hand and tugged you over to the shore.

"Where are we going?" You asked with a smile. The breeze was cool but not freezing as you neared the water. Percy had was warm in yours.

"Just for a walk." He replied and tugged you along until you reached a spot where the sand was covered in shells creating heart shapes like stepping stones just shy of the tide. You couldn't stop the giddy feeling the rose in your chest. The steps lead to a bigger heart with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a neatly wrapped present in the middle. You laughed as you picked them up. You weren't sure what to do with all these flowers. You turn to Percy, only to find him on one knee. In his hand was a pretty velvet box, in it was the ring you saw in the window of that jewelry store that night after your date weeks ago. You're heart dropped at the realization. The way he said your name with such reverence as he stare up at you had your heart bearing rapidly.

"You've... been my everything. You held me together in so many world ending situations, you've save me a lot more than I'd like to admit, and.. I think you might be my dream girl," Percy said, then laughed nervously which made you laugh too, tears of joy falling from your eyes. "Ah! No, don't cry! I really didn't plan this as best as I thought.. I'm so stupid for not realizing it earlier, but I want forever with you..Will you marry me?"

You screamed in what you hoped was a yes and tackled him into the sand. You kissed him deeply again and again, until he pulled away slightly in realization.

"The ring!" He scrambled to find it, thankfully only a few feet away. "May I?" He whispered gesturing for your hand. You held it out with a smile and he slide the pretty azure diamond onto your finger. He kissed you this time, grinning into your mouth.

"My fiancé." You whispered between kisses, cupping his face.

"Husband soon. Wouldn't a summer wedding me nice?" He murmured against your lips and you've never been happier in your life. You couldn't wait to tell everyone. You got a ring!

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Heeseung as a tired boyfriend is upsetting you more than you realise.

Heeseung x gf!reader — angstish with a lot of comfort because we need it

I got inspired from that one Spotify interview where they played desire or deny and when they were asked about ‘a stroll under the full moon’ Heeseung answered with deny, saying “girls… I gotta go to sleep.” He was so cheeky and cute 😆

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“Hee?” you whispered.

Silence.

Only his soft snores alongside the noise from the movie you had been watching together filled the room.

You slightly lifted your head from his chest, careful not to startle him. His hand which was previously buried in your hair and massaged your head had slipped off. “Baby?” You called out for him softly.

His snores continued, chest rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern under your hand. Leaning forward, you placed a soft kiss on his jaw. No response. You tried again by kissing the corner of his jaw, right next to his ear where you knew he was sensitive. He grunted and buried his face in his hoodie, still completely knocked out. You bit your lip to suppress a chuckle, kissing along his neck and jaw. “Baby~” you kissed his cheek, “wake up, my love. You can’t sleep here, baby.” Now you were trailing your kisses to his chin and nose, purposefully missing out on his soft, kissable lips.

His eyes fluttered, he looked at you with a dazed vision. “Hm?” Heavy eyes met yours.

"Baby, you can't sleep here, my love." You rubbed your nose against his. He didn't respond right away. His hand buried in your hair again and pulled you closer to him. You gasped softly, the strenght in your arms giving out. You fell right on his body, now completely sprawled over him. His cheek rubbed on your forehead as he pressed your face into the crook of his neck which was covered by his hoodie.

"You woke me up." He complained with a rough voice, softness seeping through when he wrapped his other arm tighter around your waist.

"I'm sorry, bambi." You kissed his hamster like cheek, the nickname you gave him melted his heart everytime. "I wish I could carry you to bed, but you're too heavy for me." Heeseung chuckled under his breath, eyelids fighting against sleep. "That would be weird...", he murmured, exhaustion never vanishing from his voice.