I Am Officially Accepting Love And Deepspace Reqs!!

⚝ LITTLE MORE

This is a mini 3-4 part yeonjun x gn! Reader series of something I thought on the spot!!

Note- yn and the txt grp are already close, this is an established relationship, set in uni, reader has a cat named fifi (who will almost always be present in my smau's!!

Synopsis- yn boasting their relationship with yj on twt, their frnd grp getting pissed off on the tl (time line)

Warnings- fluff, cursing (as usual), taebin at the end, fully smau

All the photos are taken frm twt!!

Part 1: thread 🧵

Part 2: meeting the parents + more

Part 3: i love my bf + more

Extras: posts that i forgot to add 😭/ didn't hv space for

⚝ HATE YOU

// CHOI BEOMGYU X GN READER

,,beomgyu witnesses and angry confession, it's up to him what happens next

,,haha, angst (kinda), TXT fic after such a long time, fluff, happy ending, sorta crack?

"It's disgusting how much you invade my mind," they spat out. Beomgyu’s usual teasing grin fell as he looked at their serious and angry face. they huffed, looking away, not daring to stare into his eyes.

"It's like you can't let me live in peace! Every corner of my mind is filled by you and I hate it more that I just can't seem to stop it!" their voice cracked as they confessed to him. they stared into his eyes, now feeling a bit braver. y/n's burning rage was against his cold and icy stare.

"Even now," they scoffed, staring at his unreadable eyes. they just can't seem to understand him or his feelings while they were so readable to him, so vulnerable to him. they hated that fact alone. "Even-... Even now you don't seem to care nor mind about what I've just said!"

Yes. It was humiliating, crying over a guy who would only tease them and push all their buttons to the point they'd explode. It was so embarrassing that they were showing their vulnerable state just for him to stare blankly at them like this. Most of all... they hated themself for even thinking he would have some sort of reaction.

"I- I hate you so much to the point of disgust,"

they took a final glance at his dumb face and then turned around, wiping the tears away. This will be the last time they'll let him walk all over them. This will be the last time they'd let themself think about him. What were they expecting? A pull back to his arms? A romantic scene where he'd confess his feelings as well? That only happens in fiction. Reality is often disappointing.

"I-... Idiot! Come back!" He shouted, running to yn. they spun their heel, seeing that stupid face of his coming closer. they almost wanted to laugh, he never liked running. "How..." yn’s smile dropped, seeing his stance, "Dare," eyes widened, trying to run away, "You!" But they were just a second short.

He tackled them to the ground.

"Agh! That hurts you bitc!-"

"If you hate me, I hate you more! How dare you say those things and think I'd be able to take it all in!?" He shouted, his eyes flared in anger. It was one of those rare rages they had only ever seen once or twice. they gulped, letting him just ramble on. "It's disgusting to you!? Every day to every hour to every second I think of you!" He took a deep breath.

"And I quite enjoy that, okay!? I like thinking about you! I like it so much that I-..." He stopped his words. The two of them sat in front of each other, both unable to speak words.

"Y-You understand, right? What I feel..." He swallowed his saliva. For the first time in their life, they saw his flustered face.

"Only if you say it," they huffed. He opened his mouth, speechless.

"What? No way, you say it first," He insisted. they frowned, shaking their head.

"I initiated this conversation, you should end it nicely!" they reasoned out but he wasn't having any of it.

"Actually you ended it just now, I started this conversation!" He fired back. The two stared at each other before sighing. Silence filled the air as they just stared at each other. He fiddled with his hands while they played with a few strands of their hair.

Maybe they just don't need words. Maybe he could just tug on their hand while they leaned closer. Maybe he just had to glance at their lips to signal to them and maybe they would just have to nod in agreement.

And they kissed without needing words or their endless bickering. They just needed him.

Shld i post some huekai fluff?

⚝ LIFE SUPPORT

Synopsis- yn sends daily messages to this unknown, inactive number cause of habit, one day all their messages get seen. Even yn is bewildered at what happens next.

Choi beomgyu x gn! Reader

Warnings- cursing(?), humour, mentions of almost death.

Part 1.

Im going insane

I almost forgot how much I luv him 🙁

By 1309zzn on insta

SHIRT

RAFAYEL X GN READER (THEY/THEM)

,,Rafayel buys name a shirt which is too tight for their own good, was that Rafayel's intention? Absolutely.

,,reader addressed as 'name', slightly suggestive, fast paced (?)

,, honestly shitty writing (English is not my first language), I will be posting a love and deepspace masterlist and link my works

"Don't you think this shirt is a bit too tight, Rafayel?" Name questioned, fingers tugging at the fabric. The initial buttons refused to close, while the others barely held on.

Rafayel drew in a breath, shamelessly oogling name's body as his eyes came to a halt on name's peeking collarbone. His hands naturally finding their place at Name's waist.

"Sorry, what were you saying, baby?" he innocently asks, pulling them closer and looking up at them.

Name chuckles, leaning down, hands coming to rest on Rafayel's shoulders. Rafayel's eyes briefly follow their visible cleavage.

Name's fingers entwinein Rafayel's hair, tugging the strands slightly to redirect his gaze. "My eyes are up here, darling."

"m' sorry, baby," he apologized, gently squeezing Name's waist, getting impatient.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" Name accused, connecting the dots- the reason behind why he brought in such a size for them.

Rafayel swallowed, leaning up to bridge the lingering gap, silently asking for their lips to meet his.

"Answer me, Rafayel," Name urged- leaning in.

"just wanted to see you in tight clothing," he confessed, eyes fluttering close while capturing Name's lips without giving them a chance to comment on his unashamed nature.

Their lips met fervently, a collision of Name's body into Rafayel's caused by a mere tug. Rafayel's hands, once on Name's waist, now cradled the back of their head, pulling them closer.

As they part, Name stalls to catch their breath, their hand resting on Rafayel's heaving chest.

"You look hot."

"you planned it from the start, didn't you?" Name teased, a playful smile dancing on their lips.

"I did," Rafayel confessed, pulling them in again.

SNEAK IN

Where rafayel sneaks in the dorms to get hold of you, as you both try and hide

Rafayel x gn! reader,, 1.5k ,, slight mature (making out!!)

“What are you doing here?” A panicked shriek escapes your lips as you spot Rafayel standing right outside your dorm. He shouldn’t be here. You both knew that.

The sound of footsteps echoed down the nearly empty hallway, cutting off any words you might have spoken as his eyes widened in fear. The first year of university was not the time to take risks that could ruin your future—not like this. And if Rafayel was caught in the dorms, there would be no talking your way out of it. The consequences would be severe.

Your phone buzzed in your hand, its screen casting a pale glow over both of your faces. Dread pooled in your stomach as you glanced at the notification—it was a warning about an intruder on campus. Rafayel. What you had feared was true. Maybe you’d jinxed it.

Rafayel plucked the phone from your hand, his eyes pleading with you, as if silently saying, save me this once, darling. Despite the danger, a smile tugged at your lips.

He’s here to see me.

Just like that, all the frustration you’d felt melted away, replaced by a warmth you couldn't deny. But the moment of softness didn’t last long. The warden’s footsteps were growing closer, her presence almost upon you. If she saw him now, it was over.

The warden’s footsteps echoed closer, but your mind raced even faster. There wasn’t much time, and if she found either of you now, there would be no way to explain why—Rafayel of all people—who shouldn’t be here was sneaking around the dorms.

Without thinking, you grabbed Rafayel’s hand and pulled him down the hall, your footsteps hushed and quick. The only sound left was the distant echo of the warden, growing fainter as you led him to safety.

Rafayel’s hand was warm in yours, his grip tight but comforting as you pulled him deeper into the shadows of the hallway. Your heart raced, not just from fear of being caught, but from the strange thrill that always accompanied him. You glanced back at him, a smile still playing on your lips despite the urgency of the situation. He was here. For you. And somehow, that made the risk worth it.

Your pulse quickened, but not just from the threat of getting caught. You were running through a maze of half-formed plans, trying to figure out where to hide him. "This way," you whispered, tugging him toward a stairwell at the end of the hall, just out of the warden’s sight. He followed without hesitation, his eyes still holding that playful glimmer even in the midst of the danger.

As the two of you slipped into the stairwell, the dim light flickering overhead, Rafayel’s breath was heavy in your ear. You pressed a finger to your lips, signaling for silence. The warden's footsteps grew louder, then paused—too close for comfort.

You pressed your back against the wall, trying to keep your breathing steady. Rafayel stood close, his chest almost brushing yours, his heartbeat pounding just as loudly as yours. For a moment, the world outside vanished. It was just you and him in the narrow space, the heat of his body radiating into yours, his gaze locked on you like you were the only thing that mattered.

“I can’t believe you came here,” you murmured, not sure whether to scold him or laugh.

His lips quirked up into a smirk, and he leaned in, his voice low and teasing. “I told you. I had to see you.”

The footsteps resumed, moving further away now. You let out a sigh of relief, finally able to breathe again. But before you could pull away, Rafayel’s hand reached up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin with a gentleness that made your heart stumble.

“I knew you’d save me,” he whispered, his tone soft but filled with something deeper. "You always do."

Your breath hitched, and for a moment, the danger of getting caught faded into the background. All you could focus on was how close he was, the way his gaze lingered on your lips, how his hand remained on your cheek, making your skin tingle in its wake.

“Rafayel…” You started to speak, but the words caught in your throat.

Before you could finish, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a sudden, soft kiss. It was quick, almost too quick, as if he couldn’t resist but didn’t want to push too far. When he pulled back, his expression was both hesitant and hopeful, like he was waiting for your reaction, uncertain of what came next.

The silence that followed wasn’t tense—it was filled with unspoken emotions, with everything that had been building between you two for so long but never put into words. You blinked up at him, your lips still tingling from the brief contact, your mind spinning as you tried to make sense of what had just happened.

Before you could say anything, the footsteps returned, closer than before. Panic surged through you once again. “We need to move,” you whispered, pulling him up the stairs.

This time, Rafayel followed without a word, his hand still in yours as the two of you raced higher into the stairwell, trying to find a way out before you were caught.

But as you ran, the kiss lingered in your mind, leaving you breathless for reasons that had nothing to do with the warden or the danger that lurked around the corner.

You pressed yourself into the corner of the stairwell, your back flat against the cool wall as you dragged Rafayel into the shadows with you. His body was pressed close, too close, the heat of him seeping into your skin, and the footsteps from the warden were a distant hum in your ears compared to the wild thrum of your heart.

Neither of you spoke. It wasn’t necessary.

His eyes locked onto yours, dark and intense, and before you could stop yourself, you reached up, tangling your fingers into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him in closer. His breath was warm against your face, and for a brief second, you hesitated, feeling the weight of what was about to happen.

But then he kissed you.

It wasn’t the shy, fleeting kiss from before—this was deeper, more urgent. His lips moved against yours with a hunger that made your head spin, and suddenly, nothing else mattered. Not the warden, not the risk of being caught, not even the fact that you were standing in a stairwell where anyone could walk by. It was just him—just Rafayel—and the fire igniting between the two of you.

His hands found your waist, gripping you with a desperation that mirrored your own. You could feel his heart racing as fast as yours, the shared thrum of adrenaline and desire intertwining as his mouth moved against yours, deeper, rougher. The world around you melted away as you pressed harder into him, your hands roaming up to his neck, pulling him even closer.

Between gasps for air, you could hear the faint echo of footsteps nearby, a distant reminder of the danger. But neither of you pulled away.

Rafayel broke the kiss just long enough to whisper against your lips, “They’re getting closer.”

You nodded, trying to catch your breath, but before you could say anything, he kissed you again—fiercer this time, like he couldn’t stop himself. And maybe he couldn’t. Maybe you couldn’t either.

You tugged at his shirt, pulling him against you, the taste of him filling every sense. His hands roamed down your back, holding you tighter, as if he couldn’t bear to let go. Every time you kissed him, it felt like the world was slipping further away, leaving just the two of you in this wild, reckless moment.

The footsteps grew louder, and a small gasp escaped your lips as you broke apart, eyes wide, trying to remember where you even were. Rafayel’s lips brushed your ear, his voice barely a whisper. “We need to hide better.”

Your pulse hammered in your ears, but you managed to nod, your chest rising and falling quickly as you both moved further up the stairwell, searching for a better hiding spot. Rafayel pulled you into a small alcove between the flights of stairs, the narrow space forcing you both even closer, his body shielding yours from view.

The footsteps stopped at the bottom of the stairwell, so close now that you could hear the warden’s heavy breathing. Your own breath hitched as Rafayel pressed himself closer to you, his lips ghosting over your neck, just below your ear.

"Quiet," he murmured, though his own breathing was shaky. You bit your lip, trying to stay still, but the sensation of his mouth so close to your skin, the warmth of his body against yours, was making it impossible to think straight.

The warden's voice echoed faintly through the stairwell as she muttered something to herself, clearly searching for any sign of the intruder. Your fingers tightened around Rafayel’s shirt, trying to stay as quiet as possible, but when he leaned in again, kissing the sensitive spot just below your jaw, a soft gasp escaped you before you could stop it.

You shot him a look, eyes wide with panic, but he just grinned—mischievous, daring—as if this was all a game to him. His lips returned to yours, and despite every instinct telling you to stay quiet, to stay hidden, you couldn’t help but kiss him back, the thrill of it all consuming you entirely.

Each kiss felt like a stolen moment, deeper and more intense as the seconds ticked by. His hands were everywhere, pulling you closer, tangling in your hair, brushing against your skin in ways that sent shivers down your spine. You could hardly breathe, but you didn’t care. The world outside had faded into nothing, leaving just the two of you, wrapped up in the dangerous, heady feeling of being caught but not caring at all.

The warden’s footsteps eventually receded, the danger passing for now, but neither of you stopped. You were lost in each other, in the feel of his lips, his hands, the way he made you forget everything else.

It was reckless, but with Rafayel wasn’t it always?

⚝ CHOI LINE AS DOORDASHIANS

@/gyumibear had made a TXT doordash au way before I did please go read it as well linked here!

TXT Choi line x gn! Reader (except for one chat where yj calls you 'who's a hungry boy')

SYNOPSIS- texts between your dashers and you

WARNINGS-slight cursing

OMG ☹️ THANK YOU 🫵