pairing: michael olise x f!reader . . . masterlist
genre: fluff
synopsis: michael shares an intimate moment at the pool with you
a/n: first football fic! i'm back!! hope u enjoy :) feel free to request for football!!
it started when one of the bayern boys said, "come over, everyone's bringing someone!" before long, nearly the entire squad had shown up alongside their partners.
now all you could see and hear was the water beneath you, the music blaring, and the multiple conversations going on. some guys were playing fifa outside on the tv, some playing some sort of water volleyball.
you'd spent most of the afternoon talking with some of the other girlfriends, but it was never for long. the observing was more fun; sitting back, minding your own business, enjoying the sight of people having fun.
michael also drifted between conversations, occasionally stealing glances your way. he wasn't the loudest in the group. not even close, but somehow you always knew where he was.
now the sun was low, casting everything with a golden hue.
you sat on the edge of the pool, feet kicked lazily beneath the surface, the cool water regulating your body temperature from the earlier heat.
"i still don't understand why you haven't gotten in."
you looked up. michael walked toward you in the pool, his shoulders shimmering from the sun and water. he rested his forearms on the edge of the pool before pushing himself up just enough that he was eye level with you.
"i'm comfortable here," you replied.
he fought back, "you've been saying that since you sat here."
"i have."
he rolled his eyes with a smile that barely reached his lips. the closest thing to teasing he ever did.
"come in the pool, babe." his hands inched towards your thighs, just tracing them gently.
a quiet hum escaped your lips. "hm, no."
without another word, he stood taller in the pool, the water reaching just above his waist.
he stepped closer and closer, just until he was directly between your knees.
your legs instinctively parted just enough to make room for him, your feet still floating in the water behind him.
he looked at you, up and down, checking out his girl before him.
"you could just..."
his hands rested on either side of your thighs, not holding you, just balancing himself against the pool's edge. his thumbs just lightly grazed the skin.
"...slide in."
you raised your eyebrows in slight disbelief on how sensual he made that sound. "is that your only argument?"
"i haven't finished."
"really?"
he leaned forward slightly. "the water's nice." he added.
"mhm." your reply was nothing but inviting.
"you'll cool off."
"i seem fine where i am." you leaned in an inch this time.
"you'll make me less lonely."
you couldn't help smiling. "there are like 12 other people in the pool."
"i don't want them."
the words were so simple but they caught you off guard. michael seemed to realize what he admitted a second later, looking away with a small, embarrassed smile. "i meant-"
"i know what you meant, mikes."
his eyes found yours again. the noise around you seemed to disappear. someone cannonballed into the deep end, drawing cheers from the others, but neither of you looked away.
you lifted your hand to cup his jaw. "you know," you said, "you're not usually this persuasive."
"i'm trying something different." a smirk played on his lips.
"i noticed." a small giggle escaped you.
he gently nudged your knee. "come in."
you sighed dramatically, hand dropping from his face. "i don't know..."
"you're already a bit in."
"but i don't want to get fully in." you slightly whined.
"but why not?" his head tilted slightly as his eyes wandered again. and so did his hands.
a tingle ran through you like an electric shock, the effect he had on you by just a touch was unfathomable. "my hair. i don't want it to get wet."
"i can change that."
you gasped.
"michael, don't."
a grin spread across his face. it wasn't a big one, just enough to wrinkle the corners of his eyes.
"there it is. the smile." you commented.
"what smile?"
"the one you pretend you don't have."
"i smile." he feigned offence.
"you smirk."
"i do smile!" his offence was starting to become no longer sarcastic.
"you definitely smirk."
he chuckled under his breath before reaching up. his fingers brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. the gesture was slow, almost hesitant, as though he was checking if you'd pull away.
you didn't.
"you've got sunscreen on your cheek," he murmured.
"you just made that up," you said with disbelief.
"i did."
you laughed, shaking your head. "god, this boy.."
after a moment he spoke again, "so..."
he tilted his head. "are you coming in?"
you pretended to think about it, looking away. "hmmm.."
he placed his finger beneath your chin, making you face back to him. "are you okay?" soft concern laced in his voice.
"mhm," a hum from you before he placed his lips on yours, a soft kiss.
another one followed after a pause of a moment.
a third kiss followed as he sneakily wrapped his arms around your waist.
"nuh uh." you immediately knew what was up, trying to fight against his arms. "michael, hey, no."
"what?" he asked, pretending to be clueless.
"stop! michael!" after giving up on attempting to pry his hands off, you tightly wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life.
with one smooth movement, he lifted you enough to steal your balance. you squealed, holding on him tightly as he quickly slipped you into the water.
the splash wasn't nearly as dramatic as you expected. he didn't fully submerge you underwater. thank god.
the water reached above your shoulders, managing to get in your mouth. you sputtered it out. nonetheless, the pool was freezing for a second.
it was so cold, you began shivering. opening your eyes, you were met with the sight of michael laughing and apologizing already.
"i'm sorry."
"no you're not! you planned that." your grip on him loosened, yet his hold around you didn't falter. he could tell you were cold from not adapting to the water yet, so he attempted to warm you up with his hands and body.
"...maybe."
you splashed him in the face. "there! revenge."
he wiped the water from his eyes with one hand, refusing to let go of you. "worth it."
you rolled your eyes and rested your hands on his shoulders.
the pool got more comfortable after a few moments, yet he steadied you without pulling you any closer than you already were. around you, the party carried on as if nothing had happened.
the laughter was in the distance, and it felt like the two of you had somehow found your own little corner of the world.
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pairing: jamal musiala x f!reader . . . masterlist
genre: fluff, comfort, angst (?)
synopsis: jamal's 2025 injury wrecks both of you, but you are always there for him.
a/n: i got reminded of his injury again and i wanted to write about him getting comforted :(
jamal was always putting his all in his matches, but especially this one.
he was playing so amazing, making his way through all the defenders as the ball was passed to him.
it happened in the blink of an eye. jamal collided with donnarumma, on the floor and probably will earn a penalty.
that was until you saw him on the floor, clearly holding his ankle and cried into the turf.
did he injure himself? that was probably the worst case scenario.
"what happened?" you and plenty others around you asked. you had sat with a few of the other wags, all dressed with bayern jerseys repping their partner's last names.
they were confused too, ones hand on your shoulder to console you if something bad happened.
the players on the field around jamal had their hands behind their necks. that was the first sign, until the medics rushed on the field.
then the tears began to fall. oh god, oh god, repeated in your mind.
you covered your mouth with your hands in disbelief.
"is he hurt?" you asked yourself and the girls around you.
"i think so." a reply. "yeah, probably." another reply.
a bunch of voices around you faded away. all you could think of was what would happen to him, if he was okay, if he wasn't hurt badly.
the stadium was in an eerie silence, muffled voices filling the space. still, you couldn't see what happened because of how far you sat, all the bodies covering your line of sight, the stadium screens refusing to show jamal.
a single voice rang out louder than the others. some random fan saying, "he broke his ankle!"
the word spread around the stadium like a plague. the news broke out on social media.
but here you were, jamal's girlfriend, watching this on the sidelines.
when the stretcher came out, the stadium applauded.
they rushed jamal off the pitch, as you rushed wherever they were headed to.
~
security stopped you outside the tunnel.
"i'm with him! jamal musiala."
"sorry, nobody's allowed through."
"i— please." your voice cracked, "he needs—"
one of bayern's staff members hurried over, recognizing you immediately.
"let her through."
not a single second was wasted. everything was moving fast. doctors, physios, coaches. questions rose in german and in english, just meaningless words scattered around.
"jamal." a whisper.
you hurried over, taking his hand instantly as he saw you. he lied on the medical bed, visibly exhausted and seemed distraught.
"i'm here. you're okay."
his breath quickened and his grip tightened. "i thought—" his voice cracked before he could finish speaking.
"don't think about that right now." your other hand ran up and down his arm, trying to soothe him as if it would relax a broken ankle.
"i felt it." his voice was small, another tear escaping him.
"i know." a quiet mumble left your lips.
they ushered him into the ambulance, you following suit. the drive to the hospital felt endless, never letting go of his hand.
~
hours later, the waiting room became something that would be etched in your mind. jamal's family arrived, club officials, a few teammates drifted in and out.
you visited him every second you could. any free time you could spare.
his operation went well, but he would have to have a long rehabilitation.
the word long stuck with you.
because long just didn't mean the healing process. it meant going through the ups and downs of an athlete's brain, ever wondering if he'd be allowed to play like he used to.
like he once was.
and maybe, that was the real injury.
you knew you had to stick with him. when he couldn't get up, when the pain was too much to handle, when his entire demeanor changed. jamal didn't feel the same anymore.
but it wouldn't change the fact that you loved him.
and loving someone means actively choosing them every second of every day, helping them through their lowest parts.
~
the first few weeks were the most difficult, harder than you both expected.
jamal hated asking for help. he didn't want to burden you, yet you insisted. you carried meals to him, helped him settle on the couch, fetched his crutches for him whenever he tried to stubbornly hop across the room.
the cracks didn't appear until much later, around six weeks after surgery.
it was long after midnight, you and jamal finished watching a movie as you turned off the tv.
jamal's gaze was fixed on the window, completely lost in thought. his rehab exercises had been untouched today.
for several moments neither of you spoke.
then his voice filled the dimly lit room, "what if i'm never the same?"
you turned to him.
his words made your brain shift gears.
"what if that's it for me?"
"jamal, what? no it isn't."
"but what if it is?" he looked back at you.
all you saw was the desperation in his eyes. the sweetest boy you ever knew, got all the colours wiped from him.
"what if i lose myself? my skill, my passion, confidence." that's when his eyes started to tear up.
you shook your head. "hey, no. don't think that way."
you couldn't believe this was happening. he couldn't lose himself.
you took a deep breath, bottom lip quivering.
"jamal, baby, look at me."
you gently placed a hand on his cheek.
"you're the strongest person i know. you're going to heal, and you'll be back on the pitch before you know it." you tried to make your voice stable.
all he needed was someone to believe in him, to tell him he'll be okay.
"the physio said you've already made massive improvements. you know bayern's medical staff are amazing." the reassurance almost felt like it went in one ear and out the other.
his reply was full of emotion and truth, "i know, but..."
"i should be there." a pause. "i'm supposed to help the team. instead they all have to play without me." the tears came faster.
you wiped them for him.
"broken bones are like permanent injuries, y/n. i'm never gonna be as good as i was before."
"that doesn't mean your career is over, jamal." you kept your voice steady and calm. because you always were whenever it came to comforting him. "you're gonna come back stronger than ever, okay? because i believe in you. the team believes in you."
the tears streamed down your face.
you took another breath.
"you know what your teammates want?"
he shook his head.
"the want you healthy. they don't care if it takes six months or a year. they want you back not just because of what you can do with a football."
a pause.
"you're jamal freaking musiala. and you are going to do whatever it takes to get back to being whatever part of yourself you're missing. i know you. and you will work so fucking hard like you always do."
a few moments skipped by in silence, it felt like jamal tried to absorb every word you said.
then he nodded.
and cried again.
right into your shoulder. he held you tight, as you silently let a few tears fall too.
he embraced you like he was about to lose you. but he knew he wasn't because you were his oxygen. he needed you just about how much he needed football. you were his fuel.
every fear he'd been trying to hide since that night spilled out.
when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse.
"what if everyone forgets how i play?"
you smiled through your own tears. "jamal."
"you've spent your whole life proving who you are. one injury doesn't erase that. you're still the same boy who fell in love with football. the same player who has fun on the pitch. the same teammate everyone believes in. and when you're ready, you'll step onto a pitch again."
"what if i'm scared?" he spoke in a small voice.
you held his hand.
"then you'll be scared. but then you'll take a step anyway, then multiple. you don't have to be fearless, you just have to let people carry you for a little while."
his tears subsided, a few sniffles here and there.
"do you really think that?"
"i know it."
he hugged you tightly again, his head resting on your shoulder. "i don't know what i'd do without you."
"and you'll never find out." a quiet reply from you.
there were still months of rehab and training. uncertainties came and went, difficult days were just part of the process. there was hope, and hope was enough.
pairing: jeon wonwoo x fem!reader . . . masterlist
genre: fluff! wonwoo's yearning okay.
word count: 820
a/n: bosh... first fic since MARCH? i wanted to make this a little more of wonwoo being such a cat bc his kitty agenda never fails... also i love cats so hehe
the sound of the apartment door unlocking was soft, but you heard it. there wasn't a reason to rush to the door, not when you knew he was home.
you heard the quiet shuffle of shoes being kicked off, and a soft thunk of a backpack dropping to the floor. then came the pause which was the stillness that always came before you saw him again after a long time apart.
and then:
"y/n," a quiet, deep voice. like a meow at midnight.
you turned, and there he was.
wonwoo, standing by the door like a stray cat finally let inside. he looked like he was both tired and longing, like someone who'd spent days pretending to be fine and finally made it back to the only place he could let go.
you barely had time to speak before he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around you.
his arms slipped around your waist, pulling you close deep with a sigh so deep it made your chest ache. he pressed his face into your neck, nuzzling like a sleepy kitten, breathing you in like home.
you hugged him back, hands glued to his hair, "welcome home."
he made a small noise, a half groan half hum, and tightened his grip on you like he thought you might disappear.
"was it tough?" you asked gently, petting the back of his head.
"i'm touch deprived," he mumbled.
you blinked. "touch deprived?"
"kiss deprived. hug deprived. you deprived."
you giggled. "that serious?"
he pulled back enough just to look at you with those pretty dark eyes. "i haven't had a single kiss in over twelve days. that's like eighty-four years in cat time."
"you're not actually a cat, baby."
"you say that," he muttered, studying your face, his eyes roaming. "but i purr whenever you scratch my hair."
your face flushed immediately.
you scratched his head just to test the waters. sure enough, he melted. eyes fluttering shut, body pressing closer, his entire form softening like warm butter in the sun.
"that's cheating," you whispered.
he peeked his eyes open. "you have no idea what you do to me."
"wonwoo-"
"i had dreams of this. about holding you like this, your smell, your laugh." he leaned in and kissed your cheek, softly. "i missed everything."
you pulled back slightly, just enough to see his face. his eyes were glowing, even though they were a little red from flying.
"you look like you haven't slept," you said,
"i haven't rested," he corrected, "but i will now."
he kissed you then. slowly, like he had all the time in the world. like he was memorizing the shape of your lips all over again. and when you smiled into it, he let out a tiny, content hum, rubbing your noses together like a kitten seeking warmth.
you nearly collapsed from how soft he was being.
"you're seriously like a cat right now," you spoke softly with a small smile, brushing hair off his forehead.
"good. because i'm about to curl up on you and stay there for the next five hours."
you laughed, letting him take your hand and lead you to the couch. the second you sat down, he was already on you. arms wrapped tightly around your waist, head on your chest, legs tucked by your side like he belonged in your lap.
and truthfully, he did.
he purred. literally.
"did you just purr?"
"that's the sound of a man finally at peace," he murmured, eyes closed. "my favourite person. my favourite everything."
you blushed so hard it felt like your face would catch fire. "you're so cheesy today."
"because i'm desperate for you," he whined.
and just like that, your heart fluttered again. you ran your hands through his hair.
he was quiet for a long while after that, but his hands kept moving. tracing circles on your side, his fingers curling under the hem of your shirt like he just needed the contact. at one point, he looked up, eyes glassy with sleep and affection.
"you still love me, right?" he asked softly, voice barely a whisper.
you blinked, caught off guard. "what?"
"i don't know," he said with a nervous smile. 'i just- sometimes i think i'm too quiet. or too clingy. or maybe not enough."
you cupped his face, his black hair falling perfectly and his dark eyes searching yours. "wonwoo,"
"mm?"
"i love you so much it's stupid."
he blinked. once. twice, his eyes flicking to your lips.
and then he kissed you so sweetly it nearly broke you.
no rush. no heat. just lips brushing like whispers. like he was finally full, and still wanted more.
when he pulled away, his voice was soft again. sleepier. warmer.
"don't move," he mumbled. "i'm not done loving you yet."
you smiled, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. "i'm not going anywhere, kitty."
he purred again.
don't ask me how a man can purr... just go with it :p
pairing: idol!park gunwook x idol!fem!reader . . . masterlist
genre: fluff, comfort, caring gunwookie, secret relationship
word count: 835
a/n: first fic since june sigh im so inconsistent with this LOWKEY FORGOT HOW TO WRITE ...... BUT ANYWAYS my long break resulted in me falling more deeply in love with zb1 and gunwook actually became my like 2nd ult so expect more of fics of him hehehehe
the lights were blinding. the cameras were everywhere. the makeup on your face felt heavier than ever.
tonight wasn't your debut, but it sure felt like it was. the pressure was back, thick and loud in your chest. it had been a music show taping, your group had just finished performing.
now, you were backstage surrounded by idols you knew, though most you weren't close with, and it felt like everything was closing in.
you could hear your members talking, laughing, being silly. of course you were used to this. it's part of the job.
yet your heart was racing. breath not coming in right. legs about to collapse. you were about to cry, and the panic came without warning.
not here, not now. you tried to talk yourself down. no one can know. and especially not him.
you'd spotted zb1 arrive 10 minutes ago, your eyes found gunwook almost immediately. he always stood out.. tall, smiling, eyes constantly scanning the room like he was looking for someone.
you knew he was looking for you.
but the rules. those damn rules. you two were idols, under strict contracts, strict management. even being seen standing so close would start rumours. and neither of you could afford that.
still, when your hands begun to uncontrollably shake and your ears were ringing, your eyes actively searched for him again.
and there he was. gunwook's eyes met yours from across the room. he froze, just for a second.
then his smile faded. he tilted his head a little which was his subtle way of asking, "are you okay?"
you blinked in response, almost hoping it was enough to answer him. but it wasn't. because in the next moment, gunwook was already quietly moving.
he was smart and subtle, as he greeted someone who passed by and kept his head down when he needed to, and he somehow ended up ducking into the side hallway behind the equipment curtain. almost like he was headed to the bathroom.
there you found him, less than a minute later. you slipped away from your group, the excuse of reapplying your lipgloss. your manager approved of your request.
there gunwook was, leaning casually against the wall in the dim hallway, like he hadn't just bent the rules for you. as soon as he saw you though, his calm demeanour dropped.
"hey," he said softly, stepping forward. "you're okay. you're here with me. tell me how you're feeling."
you shook your head, "i don't know, it's stupid."
"no, it's not."
"i just– everything felt too loud out there. i don't know what's wrong with me lately. i always handle this. i do–"
gunwook didn't let you finish. he reached out his hand then you took it right away, and he gently pulled you into a hug.
"you're okay, you're okay... baby. i'm always gonna be here, don't worry." his soft words only made a tear escape from your eye. he felt you shake against him, and he pulled back to look at you.
"look at me, princess." and you did.
"i didn't want you, or anyone to see me like this." you muttered, your hand lifting to wipe your tears, yet gunwook beat you to it. "i need to look composed in front of the camera, like i belong there."
gunwook's eyes sparkled, and you could see he looked at you with pure love and fondness. "first of all, you do belong there. you're incredible, and you killed your stage. you really looked like a princess, baby. my princess."
"but also," he sucked in a breath. "you don't ever have to hide how you're feeling from me, okay?"
you took in his words that you knew were genuine and could make you feel better no matter what.
he pulled you in for another hug and spoke, "just breathe, baby. you're doing so well. i'm so proud of you."
you stayed like that for a moment. quiet, close, just the two of you.
"i hate that we have to hide," you mumbled.
"i know," he said and pulled away slightly, brushing your hair gently behind your ear. "but it's not forever. and even if no one else sees it... i'm yours. everyday. all the time."
you smiled, just a little.
"even when i cry in a hallway?"
"especially then," he smiled, and pulled something from his pocket.
a piece of paper, with a tiny bear face drawn on it.
you let out a slight laugh, "where did you get this?"
"jiwoong-hyung found a notepad and we kinda scribbled on it. i was gonna keep it for good luck, but... you can have it."
you smiled and took the ripped piece of paper, holding it carefully like it meant something special. because it did.
soon, you'd both have to go back. to the familiar cameras, crowds and smiles.
but for now, gunwook gave you one last warm bear hug and whispered:
"you don't have to be strong all the time. just be you. that's all i need."
pairing: jamal musiala x f!reader . . . masterlist
genre: fluff, angst
synopsis: (requested) you go through a pregnancy scare.
a/n: i wrote this in the perspective of reader and jamal both not wanting any children.!
it was a quiet day in your and jamal's shared home. it was one of his off days, and both of you were pretty exhausted so you agreed it would be a chill stay-at-home day.
he stayed relaxed on the couch, modern family played on the tv meanwhile he giggled at something on his phone.
he was truly serene.
but you were on the opposite side of that.
"no, no, no." your voice echoed across the walls of the bathroom.
before you, on the counter, sat two pregnancy tests. one had a single line, the other a very faint double line.
you exhaled a heavy breath, not knowing how to take this news, and especially, how to break it to jamal.
most people you'd seen online surprise their partners with the news. small gifts, hints, jokes, anything to catch them off-guard.
but that didn't feel right to you. especially in this situation, when you weren't even 100% sure, and it wasn't even something you wanted.
you were scared shitless to tell jamal. you had this conversation before, comfortable and agreeing on the fact that you weren't planning on having any kids.
so in this case, who knows how he would react?
but it was something you had to tell him. you told him everything, and he told you everything. at the end of the day, he was the person that was closest to you, knew you inside and out. you both were open and never failed to communicate.
after a few minutes, you came out of the bathroom with careful steps.
"jamal?" your voice had been shaky, a worried tone laced in it. jamal noticed immediately.
"yeah?" you weren't in his line of sight but he turned his head to the side to hear you better and gazed at the floor. whatever video played on his phone paused.
"yeah?" he repeated after he got no response, "you all right?"
you walked forward now so he could see you, now next to the couch. "i think i'm pregnant."
your lip quivered and voice cracked. it was inevitable. you held the two pregnancy tests in your hand.
he sat up now. phone down. "what?" he spoke after a moment.
you sniffled, tears now running down your cheeks. you fidgeted with the tests you held, so they could get his attention. he stood up and went to you to see them.
"oh, god. i– how are you feeling?" his face was laced in concern. he couldn't believe it either. he held your arms gently, comforting.
you shook your head. "i don't think it's real.. like, it can't be. how?" you kept looking down at it, wondering if it's even accurate. all the signs you felt didn't seem like it was enough.
you spoke again. "i saw the signs. so.. i had to check. my period is almost two weeks late and i've been feeling... nauseous." the words slipped out of you, one by one, feeling like you talked way too slow.
but then jamal was trying to analyze it with you too. he was surprisingly calmer than you thought, forever thankful that you had a boyfriend like him. you knew you shouldn't have worried.
"the last times we had sex though, i..." he had to catch his words. "i wore protection." he tried to help in any way, trying to provide facts.
jamal... well, he was internally freaking the hell out. but it didn't make sense to him either, so he tried his best not to stress out. to be strong for you.
you added on, "i don't remember if i missed any days with birth control. shit. i'm sorry, jamal." this was just your paranoia talking. this was an extremely stressful situation, your brain overthinking about things that probably weren't even true.
he immediately hugged you. "no, it's not your fault. don't think that way, love."
you leaned into him and just... cried out all your feelings.
after a few moments, he spoke, "after a few days, do it again. the tests. and if you want to be a hundred percent sure, get an ultrasound. okay?"
you nodded against him, appreciating his support.
"don't be scared, yeah? it's just me and you, y/n. we'll figure this out. together. always together, hm?"
you hugged him back this time, and nodded once more.
~
3 days later, you landed on a verdict.
jamal texted you everyday, leaving a sweet message and asking how you were, if there were any symptoms you experienced.
you teared up every time he left those texts because what did you do to deserve someone like him?
later that day it was a calm night with jamal. you cuddled up to him in the bed, watching a movie.
he never once took his hands off you, and pressed a kiss on you every now and then wherever his lips were closest to.
once the movie finished, you told him you were to use the bathroom and quickly return to bed.
you let out the biggest sigh of relief. probably the biggest in the world.
you couldn't help but start crying right there and then.
you got your period.
"oh my fucking god." an almost-whisper.
it took you a few minutes to recover from this answer. it wasn't the first late period you had, but adding up with all the symptoms, it very much was a valid scare.
once you made it back to the sink washing your hands, you sobbed.
obviously jamal heard it. his heart dropped.
"hey, love? you all right in there?" he stood by the door, gently knocking and held the handle prepared to come in if you needed him.
after you gave no answer, he truly was concerned. "i'm gonna come in, is that okay?"
still no answer.
he opened the door to see you crying against the sink.
upon seeing you his heart shattered. "y/n, love.." he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. "tell me what's wrong." he placed a soft kiss on your neck.
you hiccuped a few times, letting the tears subside after a moment.
"i got my period."
he also let out the biggest exhale, and let his head rest on your shoulder. "oh, baby."
"that was so scary, jamal." you spoke with a small voice. you felt like no words could escape.
"i know. i know it was." a kiss on your cheek. "it's okay. i told you, i'm always gonna be here. no matter what, okay? we go through this together."
you hummed and nodded. you melted under his touch, and that night, you knew that there wasn't anything high or low that you couldn't conquer together.
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pairing: ot6 x fem!reader . . . masterlist . . . 127 ver dream ver
genre: fluff
a/n: romantic headcanons for each member if you were the 7th member and only girl in wayv! u can imagine if ur in a secret relationship or not!
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kun
checks on u 24/7
PRINCESS TREATMENTTTT
like always makes sure ur comfortable no matter where u go
long walks around the city omg
would absolutely love to take u to traditional locations in china
i swear his love is like a warm blanket
u guys would always go on livestreams tg
it'd actually be surprising to the fans if once u go live without him
sometimes at practice he'd show up with ur fav food
if ur sad expect him to hold ur hand thru anything.
he makes sure ur not going through anything alone
even like predebut, yall just had a CONNECTION.
it was practically like u guys were destined to be tg, like there was just that feeling that he was the one
i can only imagine how many cdramas u guys would watch tg
ten
right off the bat expect one of his songs to be about u
he'd def call u "my love" but in thai
that's how special u are to him
oh also expect him to teach u thai too
u guys r literally THE dance duo of nct
lowkey in one of his music videos he'd want u to be a backup dancer or maybe like.. the female lead
he'd send u all of those selfies with his cats bc he knows how much u love them
whenever ur over it's like who do u love more? ten or his cats?
to which he'd be playfully jealous then shower u with kisses
whenever ur overwhelmed by work he'd insist on taking u out somewhere
honestly before he posts any selfies he'd send them ALL to u beforehand
just so that u have special access to his photos before the official release LOL
if he takes u to an art museum he'd constantly say "but you're prettier."
his tattoos r sooo special to u, and he loves it when u admire them
winwin
he's kinda reserved but when it comes to u he is SO vulnerable
he's so nonchalant lol but u know him and whatever he's feeling
nobody is as close to him as u are
he'd make sure to text u everyday no matter how busy he is
bc of actor winwin, we get CRUMBS.
but ur the only thing on his mind if he's back in china while ur in korea promoting
his actions speak volumes
if the crowd is too big somewhere he will always pull u closer
WOULD tie ur hair back for u if he sees it's bothering u during practice or whenever
honestly he didn't expect to fall for u but.. look where he is
absolutely smitten
xiaojun
his love is so intense
he'd GAZE at u whenever u talk like he'd pay no attention to anything around him
he'd cuddle up to u just like a cat
he's so silly like u 2 r the chaotic duo of nct
both of u are chronically online and would never miss out on a tiktok trend
he'd peck ur lips every now and then just to be silly
and always surprise u hugging u behind ur waist with NO warning
if ur relationship is public i feel you'd do lots of couple trends on tiktok too
he'd sing for u ALWAYS
ask to sing him whatever song and he will
knows all ur fav things and would do anything
pls convince him to bring back the oreo hair. (he will upon ur request)
his favourite intimate thing with u is making out lol
hendery
always makes u laugh
surprises u with plushies, knows how much u love them
during content vids fans would suspect on why he's always around u
and when he's on livestreams, he talks abt u
maybe a littleeee too much...
omg whenever he sneaks looks at u it's enough to make u weak
would always find ways to cheer u up
honestly, his presence is enough!
ur relationship would be soft launched by ur matching posts on insta..
and matching clothes...
wouldd let u play with his hair, pls do it more
he's honestly like rlly touchy
i feel like sm would make a statement confirming the relationship like 2-3yrs after debut
yangyang
sooo charming
i feel like his first crush on u would develop after seeing u in the love talk mv
sends u the cutest pics of him ever
oh my god, such boyfriend material
all u want to do is just cuddle with him which is what happens 99% of the time when ur alone tg
u guys would nap often and the other members would secretly take pics
he remembers the little things abt u
ur just occupying his mind out of his own control
his confession would be bold but he's shaking and quaking inside
when he wants kiss u give kiss
bc trust me it's SO hard to resist this sweetie pie
he's so loving omg
he loves when ur hand mindlessly runs through his hair
pairing: ot7 x fem!reader . . . masterlist . . . 127 ver . . . wayv ver
genre: fluff, headcanons
a/n: romantic headcanons for each member if you were the 8th member and only girl in dream! u can imagine if ur in a secret relationship or not! ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
mark
he'll get so flustered after ur compliments, saying something like "yo, stop... seriously!" while literally smiling
writes sooo! many! lyrics about u, he'd ask for ur opinion on them without finding out theyre rlly abt you..
loves walking with u after practice chatting, you guys always end up at his place, or getting food at a local restaurant
a date? a hangout? who knows at this point..
gets shy when the members tease him from how much he pays attention to u, "she's my friend, okay?"
expect to always be cuddled up to him during every movie night
he'd always jokingly ask u to put on spiderman. EVERY TIME.
asks for ur feedback on everything he does, secretly wanting to impress u ...🤫
calls u late at night just to talk abt random things that pop up in his mind
yap sessions galore with this man
never expect the room to be dim with his presence. especially with u around, he loves to talk
i feel like you and mark would talk in english the most too
renjun
starting off, he'd be adorably protective, scolding u if u overwork yourself, but softening with a worried smile
sings softly to u during quiet moments (his voiceee i can't)
teach u mandarin calling u beautiful just to see u blush
king of handmade gifts
omgg, the amount of snacks u guys would sneak each other so the members don't see and steal!
would send u songs that u might like, saying they reminded him of u
his gaze would just linger on u tbh!
jeno
BLUSHING GALOREEE
ok. you guys are just working out but then when he GUIDES u
like hands on hips sorta thing, he pretends it's "for safety"
that was enough to get ur legs weak more than the actual workout
he'd give u piggybacks during practice just to be silly
loves seeing u in his hoodies, pls steal them more often
yea he'd catch you if you stumble saying something like "careful, princess" HELLLOOO???
i think he'd take that as a perfect chance to steal a kiss from u
he's a smiley boy, pls compliment him to earn more smiles!
the members would tease him for how much he looks out for u but doesn't deny it at all
haechan
he'd always notice when ur tired, letting u lean ur head on his shoulder
he'd like steal ur phone to make u chase him around the practice room??
then you'd find a few selfies of himself in ur camera roll
randomly dramatically serenades u during practice breaks
if you'd go thru a haunted house, do NOT expect him to let go of ur hand. he wants u to be safe and comfortable at all times!
if ur bored u would cuddle with him and play with his hand and fingers
he'll get surprisingly jealous if u hang around another member for a while, he'd be pouting or just staring at u until u notice
expect him to be feeding u snacks, and vice versa
he actually visibly lights up after u laugh at his jokes
ohhh don't even get me started on his silliness. you'd be constantly telling him how much u love his goofiness
lowkey brags about how close u two are to the others, he acts like it's such a big achievement
jaemin
sooo sooo sooo effortlessly romantic 🫠
literally telling u "you're beautiful" as if it's the most natural thing ever
u guys would have SO many pics together
he'd always find a way to make u laugh! funny story or just jokes, as long as it means he'll be able to see u smile
he'd brush ur hair out of ur face during practice
his touch lingering just a little longer
lord the way he's just so CHARMING
plans cute outings for the two of u
yall know that vid of him and mark patting the seat in between them??
yea, when he wants u to sit next to him he WILL do that
ur insta would have candid pics of him everywhere
chenle
personal mandarin tutor
makes fun of u for pronounciation mistakes but is rlly considerate in making sure you'll get it perfect
there'd practically never be a silent moment with yall
one of u HAS to be yapping
he'd show u off
make u laugh nonstoppp his goofiness comes out more when he's with u
gets jealous if other members tease u, "only i'm allowed to do that!"
when u catch him singing he'll go "i'm practicing for you" then it ends up in a serenade
for some reason the song that pops up in my head when i wrote that hc is 'when i'm with you'
he wants to watch basketball with u just so he can spend time with the 2 things he loves
even if u hate basketball bc cmon.. u cant resist chenle
you'd jokingly get jealous about his obsession with stephen curry LMAO
when ur yapping, or he's yapping, he'd tuck a piece of ur hair behind ur ear idk
if he has like a solo schedule somewhere that requires u guys to be away for so long, expect 5 minute long videos he sends u of his day
OR just hours long facetime calls
jisung
one day he'd be shy when complimenting u, the other he'd be bold af
he just ends up zoning out looking at u thru the mirror during practice
yall would just have lots of duo dance sessions, he's like ur private teacher
king of back hugs, his arms go around ur waist
he'd always find a way to be around you so subtlety it's like he's lurking
not in a creepy way he just rlly likes u idk 🙁
ok enough of soft jisung
seeing him out of breath with messed up hair after dancing is a DIFFERENT feeling
kisses like everywhere bro
he'd like to kiss u trapping u between him and the wall
pairing: ot8 x fem!reader . . . masterlist . . . 127 part 2 dream ver wayv ver
genre: fluff
a/n: romantic headcanons for each member if you were the 9th member and only girl in 127! u can imagine if ur in a secret relationship or not!
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taeyong
after long schedules he'd immediately check on you either irl or call/text to make sure you're okay, and his soft voice and concern literally making u melt.
he gets soso shy from ur compliments, usually laughs it off meanwhile it's stuck on replay in his head for the rest of the day..
he'd fix ur hair during photoshoots and pretends it's professionalism while his fingers linger a little longer..!
customizes some choreos so u guys are purposely together! he sometimes says it's "a pure coincidence"???
i feel like he'd bake cookies for u. then say the members helped. but it truly was all him.
during meetings he'd sometimes lose focus bc he's distracted by u!
during your alone times in the practice room, you'd find romantic and sweet notes taeyong had made hidden in your bag
i want to say he's the king of words of affirmation.
johnny
teaser. but as soon as u guys are alone, his teases get softer and more flirty.
DEF the type to pull a random cheesy ass pickup line out of the blue. "did it hurt? ... when u fell from heaven." (THOSE kinds)
purposely shows off his strength to u during practice, lifting heavy props as if it was nothing
if he notices u haven't drank water in a while during practice or before rehearsals or WHENEVER, he'd actually place a drink in ur hand and go "gotta keep my girl hydrated." JBJSJSBDS??
always insist on walking u home or offering to stay at his dorm if it's late. he wants u to be safe!
calls u late at night to yap sometimes, he loves to hear u laugh
pls steal his hoodie, he might act like he doesn't care but trust me, he loves it
always manages to find a way to sit next to u during interviews or flights
yuta
he just likes calling u "pretty girl" so casually? how dare he.
surprises u with small gifts! like a hairtie or hairpin, he loves when u do different things w ur hair
he'd stay close to u in group activities to ensure ur comfortable and feel included (my sweetie pie)
walking anywhere in public if there was a mob of fans, you will ALWAYS be in front of him. he needs to make sure ur safe at all times.
he'd compliment ur stage outfits. a lot. most of the time he can't hold back his smile!
he'd teach u japanese FOR SURE. if you suck at pronounciation, he's patient as hell, and find your mistakes actually cute.
loooooong hugs if ur feeling down/upset!!!!!
lowkey steal ur phone to take selfies of himself (idk??)
loves deep late-night convos abt life and dreams and allat, he'd throw in a little "you're part of my dreams too."
doyoung
always always always notices when ur feeling down, literally offers u ur fav snack or drink!
stays up late rehearsing with u, soft encouragement pushing u through.
but it's hard bc.. how could u not fall asleep to his angelic voice ?!
lovesss teaching u new things, always there to guide u through new songs and choreo, his hand brushing urs every now & then
becomes surprisingly shy when the members tease him for how much he cares abt u (hes so cute ☹️)
takes lots of candid photos! if ur not confident in yourself that day, he deletes the photos upon ur request
always saves a spot next to him reserved for YOU and ONLY YOU. lowkey subtly tho, he just wants u close tbh
ur the only one that can make him flustered when u compliment his singing voice bc it's just... special to him??
he'll literally insist on giving u his scarf or coat on chilly days, as long as ur warm it's enough for him!
jaehyun
he'd offer u his jacket even if it's freezing. he doesn't care.
literally the epitome of a gentleman?! holds the door open for u, walks on the sidewalk nearest to the road, and all that shizzle.
very often watches u quietly during practice, just gazes at u honestly
loves taking u out to places quiet and intimate and shares personal stories
gets jealous. but like SO subtly, he just becomes extra attentive if he sees any sort of human flirt with u.
he'd help with vocal practices but honestly, he just does it so u guys are in a private area tg. only u two.
jungwoo
loves making u laugh and smile
subtly touching ur hand in group activites, pretending it's unintentional
idk i feel like he's an emoji guy... expect emojis every time u text!
i feel like he'd always share food with u and offers u bites like it's so natural, yall do it a lot
if u have long hair, expect him to play with it often!
also gets flustered when the members tease him abt how much he likes you!!!!!
u guys would often have movie nights, being cuddled up tg under a blanket.
he'd start serenading u just out of the blue. bursting out a random love song and singing it!
mark
don't even get me started on how many songs/raps this man has made about you.
he'd perform some of them only for u but he's madly blushing during!
he'd ask for ur opinion on everything. he values ur thoughts sooo much
becomes so tongue-tied every compliment u give him, he actually can't function ?? mark.exe has stopped working. he'd be smiling like a loser
actually gets excited if ur paired tg for interviews and projects! his energy gets so high, it's like ur presence just gives him dopamine
he gets protective when you're overwhelmed, "let me handle this, okay?" ......heh...
he'd learn ur fav songs on the guitar and play them when ur around to see ur reaction.
i think he'd be a kissy guy. he just loves giving & receiving kisses.
haechan
oh he'd flirt with u even in front of the members
pretends to steal ur food but ends up giving u the last bite
he'd poke u every now and then, laughing at ur reaction every time
playfully try to hold ur hand in group photos, either discreetly or evidently
during karaoke nights he'd sooo dramatically sing love songs to u, he loves showing off his voice since it's one of ur absolute fav things about him
surprisingly gets serious when ur upset!
we all know how offline his insta is.. literally cobwebs forming.
but somehow he'd send you a memes late at night saying "this is us" .. is this man really as chronically offline as u thought?
he'd call u at night and just say "did u miss me yet?" this cheeky man..
gets jokingly jealous if u hang out with another member for so long, "hey, i'm your favourite, right?"
he'd make sure you're NEVER left out, he'll be hanging around with u a lot
