[08:41 pm]: jeon wonwoo

“did you know that snails can nap for up to three years?” you whisper, hopeful eyes staring up at your boyfriend’s face from your place on his chest, desperate for even just a crumb of his attention.

are you being a little dramatic? probably. but wonwoo should be used to your dramatics by now.

you can’t even blame him for being this engrossed in the book he’s reading — after all it’s the book you were supposed to read together, only for you to sheepishly admit to finishing it all by yourself in just two days. wonwoo just gave you a disapproving look and told you that he’d postpone all date activities until he finished the book as well in order to get you two to be even again.

this was your punishment, of sorts.

wonwoo just hums, one of his hands leaving the pages of the book to rub along your back in acknowledgment and before you can get the chance to bathe in the little attention he spared you, his hand is gone again.

you sigh dramatically, body going limp and letting your head fall down against his chest. “did you know that lack of attention will cause a broken heart?” you try again, not looking at him this time but rather choosing to nuzzle into his neck instead.

you seem to catch his attention this time, since his eyes leave the page for the first time in an hour, small smile playing on his lips and brows raised in question, “is that so, baby?”

you nod silently, sighing deeply for full dramatic effect. he hums as if in deep in thought, his hand finding the back of your head, pressing you a little closer to himself.

“and how do we prevent a broken heart?” he murmurs, letting the book fall shut and placing it on the bedside table. you can’t bite back the smile that breaks out on your face, because evidently, you won.

“well, first, a kiss,” wonwoo hums in response, urging you to keep going, “then a backrub and…maybe some takeout from the dumpling place we like?” you lift your head to finally look at him, hopeful spark in your eyes at the prospect of your favourite dumplings, only to be met with the goofiest, most smitten look you’ve ever seen on your boyfriend’s face.

“in that specific order?” wonwoo grins and you pretend to think about it for a second, even rubbing your chin for good measure. “no, as long as all three conditions are met, heartbreak is averted!” he snorts at you, suddenly reaching forward and pulling your face closer, peppering soft kisses all over.

wonwoo squishes your face, love downright pouring out of his eyes, “i love you,” he places a kiss on your forehead, almost as if to emphasise his point, “let’s get you your dumplings and that backrub, hm?”

A D O R A B L E 🥺💜💜💜

Can we talk about the problem the show posed in Enid? As we all know, Enid turned wolf in the red moon, and it didn’t happen when she kissed Ajax, although when she saw that her “best friend” Wednesday was in danger, her wolf instinct immediately kicked in. The laws of a lycanthrope: if he becomes a wolf for someone, it’s because that someone is his other half. That is, AJAX IS NOT YOUR OTHER HALF, Enid and her wolf love Wednesday.

oh man i think i love him more than i should

just realized that there were definitely celebrities who got infected in the last of us which is hilarious to think about. imagine getting attacked by a zombie and your last thought before you die is "is that fucking justin timberlake?"

kaz brekker shares his clothes with you

request: ok but hear me out,,, kaz letting his s/o wear his clothes as a form on intimacy over touching and the crows start picking up on it-

a/n: ANON U ABSOLUTE GENIUS this is relatively short because i couldn’t expand it but here

i love this so so much💛

easily forgettable

kaz brekker x reader - easily forgettable

summary: an unexpected reunion

warnings: mentions of death, war, kaz x tidemaker!reader, pre-existing relationship

word count: 1.7k

Kaz Brekker hated a lot of things in life. Sure, it was a nihilistic, depressing way to live, but he couldn’t help himself. There was some part of every day that made his brain feel as though it were going to go haywire - bounce off the walls of his skull as it vibrated with anger.

He hated the way people endlessly talked, no point of the conversation to be found in sight. It was mindless endless chattering, constantly driving him up the wall. He hated the way Jesper would poke every button the boy could find, eternally trying to find some way to make Kaz crack. Of course, the Zemeni found his antics absolutely hilarious, so Kaz dared not say a word of objection.

this is absolutely adorable🥺💛

Daddy's Tour

"It's okay baby, daddy's right here," Chan crooned as he reached into a crying Noah's little basket. He grinned widely as he lifted the baby into his arms, Noah's cries immediately subsiding at the warmth of his touch. "What's the matter, hmm? Why is my baby boy crying?"

Chan held Noah gently, patting his back and rocking him carefully as he nuzzled his face against the baby's cheek. He chuckled when Noah's little hands grabbed his face, curiosity settling into his wide eyes.

"Are you hungry?" Chan asked Noah in a goofy voice. "Does my little Noey want some food?"

Noah gurgled in response; Chan chuckled and kissed his cheek softly as he carried him into the kitchen, humming quietly under his breath.

"I think your lovely mummy put some milk in the fridge … " Chan said. pulling the door of the fridge open. His eyes lit up when he saw some pre-filled bottles lining the side of the fridge, and he took one out as Noah blinked up at him.

"See, we don't need to wake mummy up, do we? She can have a nice rest while we have some fun," Chan fondly rubbed his cheek against Noah's, laughing quietly when Noah again reached out to place his hand against his cheek. Chan turned his face to the side and kissed the inside of Noah's palm, overwhelming affection for the little boy spilling out of every one of his pores.

"Do you want cold milk, or warmed milk, baby?" Chan asked him as he tickled Noah's nose with a finger. "An answer would be absolutely fantastic"

Noah blinked. He wiggled around in Chan's arms before resting his pink cheek against the man's bicep.

"Cold milk it is," Chan giggled, gently pressing his fingers against the baby's forehead. He was warm, the spring day heating him up quicker than normal. "Maybe daddy should have some cold milk too. Not this one … obviously. Mummy worked very hard to get you this milk."

Chan suddenly stopped speaking and stared at his bewildered reflection in the darkness of the fridge door. Suddenly realising what he was saying, he burst into quiet laughter, his nose turning pink as he shook his head at himself.

"What on earth am I saying?" Chan asked out loud. He looked down at Noah who looked placid in his arms. "You have a very silly daddy, you know that?"

Noah sniffled. Chan grinned.

"You're so cute," Chan whined, wiggling his fingers as he suppressed the urge to squish his cheeks a little too hard. "I want to squish your chubby face so badly. You're just adorable … I love you so much, Noey."

He settled for gently kissing his forehead instead, the boy melting further into his father's hold. Then his face crumpled slightly, and Chan immediately grabbed the bottle of milk.

"Sorry baby," Chan gently lowered the bottle, letting Noah's mouth latch around the teat. "Here you go … is that nice? I bet it's so refreshing, hmm?"

He walked slowly around the kitchen, his hand steady as Noah continued to sip the milk. Chan leaned against a counter and smiled down at the baby, gently caressing his head with his fingers.

"Are you finished already?" Chan chuckled, setting the bottle down on the counter. He unscrewed it with one hand and turned the tap on, running water through the bottle. "That's my boy … are you full?"

After clumsily washing the bottle with one hand, Chan placed it on the draining board before drying his band. He then walked down the hallway of their home, gently patting and rubbing soft circles against Noah's back.

Noah burped and Chan giggled in satisfaction. He stroked his tiny curls away from his forehead, gently poking his nose.

"Now what should we do?" Chan ponders, looking down at the baby. "Do you want to see daddy's studio?"

Noah stared back at him. His lips twitched before he smiled slowly, his entire face lighting up and Chan grinned back, suddenly feeling his eyes prickle at the sight.

"Do you really want to?" Chan whispered excitedly, sniffing through tears. "Shall we go in?"

When Noah started wriggling in his arms, Chan laughed and pushed open the door.

It was dark and moody in the room, just the way he liked. He snapped on a light switch and purple flooded through the room, making Noah's eyes sparkle with violent stars as he tilted his head to the side. He seemed to be taking in the room in wonder, his mouth parting as if in awe. Chan smiled admiringly as he walked further into the room.

"Do you like the lights?" Chan asked Noah in a murmur, reaching out to run his fingers over the strip lights he had stuck the walls. "They're pretty, aren't they?"

He laughed when Noah tried to copy him by touching the lights; shuffling closer to the wall, Chan watched in fascination as Noah planted his hand over one of the lights, his face inhibiting a purple glow across his cheeks.

"Would my baby like a little tour?"

Chan wandered around his room slowly, stopping often to point out different things of interest. "This is my microphone! I speak into it to record things."

Noah stared at it curiously. He blew a little raspberry and the sound echoed around the room, making Chan laugh in delight.

"You're a pro already, baby," Chan grinned, moving to another space. "Do you like my computers? Don't tell your mummy but sometimes I play games here instead of working."

Unbeknown to Chan, Y/N had risen from her slumber and upon hearing her husband's baby voice, she had followed him to his studio. She leaned against the doorframe of his studio with a huge smile on her face as she quietly watched him show their son his favourite space.

"And this camera is what I use to film live streams!" Chan reached out and patted a matte black piece of software above his computers. "I talk to people all across the world … isn't that cool?"

He turned around and his gaze landed on his wife; his face broke into a loving smile and he raised Noah closer to his face, nuzzling his cheek against him as he pointed to Y/N.

"Look who came to see us," Chan grinned as Y/N stepped into the room. "Mummy couldn't stay out of here either."

"How could I? You both look so cute right now I think my heart is going to explode," Y/N held her arms out as Chan began to move Noah towards her; she wrapped her arms around him and smiled down at him, kissing his nose. "Hello baby. Did you have a good time with daddy?"

Noah waves his hands around in response, making Chan and Y/N laugh.

"Oh, really?" Y/N gasped, cuddling him close to her. "Is that so? Did daddy really do that?"

Chan leaned against his desk and watched his wife interact with Noah through soft eyes. He knew he loved his child more than anything; but seeing him with his wife made him feel as if perhaps he had two hearts. He didn't understand how one person could feel so much love without exploding. He was sure there was no way he could possibly love more than he already did - and yet, he also knew the universe had a strange way of proving him wrong every time.

Unable to help himself, Chan stepped forward and slid his arms around his wife's shoulders. He kissed her softly on the cheek before sliding one of his arms around Noah, tearing up again at the thought of how lucky he was to be able to love with his whole entire being.

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this is absolutely lovely omg!🤍🤍

*melts*

his hair was a paid actor (♡)

they share one brain cell 🥰

Best Friend!Reader accidentally confesses to Stray Kids (maknae line)

Warnings : swearing, brief mention of being drunk, name calling (affectionate)

hyung line

this is so ADORABLE i’m f e r a l

— 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘴

the deets — in which you, a quiet healer in the tribe, have the biggest crush on the upcoming leader. sometimes you think the feelings could be mutual. until one night in the glowing forest shatters that.

the who — neteyam x fem omaticaya!reader

the word count — like 7.6k (jesus h. christ)

the tags — idiots-to-lovers (it's teyam, he's the dummy), childhood friends-to-lovers, one-sided pining (reader is a softie).

the warnings — language, a lil kithy kithy, neteyam's emotionally constipated, but he redeems himself! reader's kind of a pushover, but it comes full circle!

the notes — first post for avatar & i'm really excited but a lil nervous bc like ??? i haven't written fanfic in SO long. i imagine neteyam & reader to be a few years older in this fic (eighteen or nineteen), but at the same time the circumstances could fit their current age as well. finally, this is written in a heinous blend of second / third. don't know how to explain, but i think it flows okay? if you like it please leave a request or let's have a chat! (also barely proofread oops).

YOU AND NETEYAM HAVE ALWAYS BEEN IN DISTANT ORBIT. Many would argue the two of you are cut from the same cloth; quiet, noble, mature, but you couldn't feel even more disconnected from the tribe's golden boy even if a chasm would crack the earth between you.

It's why you think it's silly that you'd develop such a yearning, your heart thudding like a war drum every time his amber eyes flit to yours. There's never any weight to his gaze, just fleeting glances among frequent observation, but you can't help but stare.

It doesn't help that his youngest siblings cling to you like a second and third skin, chattering excitedly about whatever piques their immediate interest. You just listen and hum your acknowledgements, a comfort to the two as you move through your studies.

Oftentimes he's sent to fetch his siblings, clearing his throat outside of the tent's flaps to announce himself, then wiggling a few fingers through the opening before peering in.

He's always in a hurry, never biting when you offer him opportunities to linger. You understand, how busy it can be when the whole clan begins to rely on you. So you bask in the short-lived moments in his space, skin scented with salt and the tang of the foliage.

THIS IS THE BEST FIC EVER OMG ITS PERFECT 🤍🤍🥺

I thought of this and it haunted me until I drew it lmao.

I'm going to watch the movie tomorrow!!!