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writing a kinda long hao fic.. again..

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morning routine ; choi seungcheol x reader

reader wears makeup. kind of a continuation of my last cheol drabble

you loved routine. you loved waking up every day to a good morning text from your boyfriend, and you loved when he would greet you at your door, his car parked outside, every morning. you loved how when you'd be running late or he'd be early, he would sit on your bed, watching you do your makeup, helping you pack your purse. he was like a magician when it came to finding things- he could read your mind sometimes, or at least it felt like he could. it was probably from just how many mornings he'd spent with you, subconsciously memorizing where you'd put everything, what order you'd do your makeup. if he noticed your eyeliner was in a weird place, he'd make sure to give it to you right when you finished doing your base makeup. you'd always thank him, and he'd act like it was nothing, but ask for a kiss in return. of course, you'd give him one. you'd spend these mornings talking. at the beginning, he wouldn't do much, but eventually he would start packing your bag for you while you'd do your makeup. some days, he'd disappear for a while, coming back with a piece of toast or a coffee. though the toast was always a bit burnt and he didn't really know how to use your coffee maker, you appreciated it. you loved it. and he loved it, too. he'd begin to arrive at your place early a bit too often, and you began to suspect that it was deliberate. he loved the twenty minutes you'd spend together, and he loved the smile on your face every time he complimented you or found your lashes. and you loved just knowing he was with you, hearing his voice and hearing about his plans for the day, seeing him behind you in your mirror, and seeing the look in his eyes, just filled with love. so much love.

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it's been a while since ive written SORRYYY my teachers js hate me so ive been so swamped lol

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would people be mad if i continue to post mostly seungcheol fics? like i try to write for other members but i feel like i kinda settled down to one bias (yay!) so like i mostly think of him when im writing

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our summer together ; wen junhui x reader

gender neutral reader, slow burn kind of, fluff, implied prince au + implied historical au warnings food requested by @tyongf-sunflower99 i tried to incorporate the prince thing i rly did but it's js implied here SORRYY your summer with a stranger.

the summer you had spent with wen junhui had been a dream like no other, a dream you would never forget, but one you'd find yourself doubting the existence of.

the sun had been shining, the skies blue, and the grass a perfect shade of green. it was almost like a fairytale, though the feeling of the grass on your skin and the beating of your heart reminded you that this was reality. and your heart only beat faster when he came into your sight, wandering through the forest in the distance and eventually into the clearing where you lay. though you were strangers, you felt a sense of intimacy, being the only two people in the clearing. you watched him through your drowsy eyes, slumberous from the hours you had spent under the sun, as he took the view in, and eventually, his eyes met yours. you found yourself awake, taking in the man's face, too enchanted to even think about taking your eyes off of him. it was as if every line, every detail, all the carvings of his face were then forever carved into your mind and heart, to stay with you forever. and though he opened his mouth, no words came out, but it was comfortable. the silence was broken only by the sounds of birds and the sounds of the earth beneath you, and it was serene. you felt the rustle of the grass as he took a seat near you, lying down beneath the sun. it was so natural, for him to be beside you, for your hands to meet each other and your fingers to link with his. it felt like you had a history, like you had loved each other for centuries.

the next day you found yourself on the same path to the clearing, a basket of fruits in one hand, the grass still green and unworn, though there were slight patches that showed junhui was already there. as if he had already known, a blanket was laid beneath him, rocks pinning down the corners to prevent it from flying away. he smiled at you when your eyes met, and you sat on the other end of the blanket, setting down the basket between the two of you. the sun was white and high in the sky, and today the birds were chirping around you, flying above your spot in the clearing and sitting around your blanket. you shared the fruits, which were hand-picked from your backyard garden. when the juice from the apple you were eating fell down your chin, he leaned over to wipe it off with his handkerchief before it reached your skirt. "thank you," you said softly. he smiled and nodded. though you found the silence to be serene, you wondered if he felt the same. throughout your time together, he looked at you as if he wanted to say something, opening his mouth just to close it again, looking at you with widened eyes. but once your basket was empty, the pits of the fruits scattered in the forest by him, you found yourself drifting off with him.

the sun would rise and the sun would set and each day you would find yourself walking to the same clearing, basket in hand, and you would find him waiting for you. the days grew longer and with it came the time you would spend with him. you would hear his voice for the first time when the sky had begun its transition from blue to black, and the stars and moon were shining brighter than their sun. "it's getting late," he'd said, his face flushing. "i should walk you home." "that would be great," you replied, smiling softly. the two of you got up and he held onto your basket for you, walking you through the forest. once you were out of the woods you told him your address and you walked together, the sounds of the countryside calming. and once you reached the door of your family's small cottage, you felt you should have been ashamed of the humble nature of the house, but with him, you didn't feel any shame. with him, you were comfortable, always, even when you were guided only by the moonlight and his footsteps. you felt him watch you as you unlocked the door, waving goodbye to you as you disappeared into the warm light of the house.

the sun was bright as ever the next morning. you found yourself feeling hot even as you prepared sandwiches in your kitchen, the sky still a warm yellow. you walked carefully through the now yellow pathway through the forest, though by now there wasn't much in your way. as the trees got less and less dense, you saw him there in the distance, the same blanket beneath him, a bowl of fruit beside him. it wasn't usual for him to bring any sort of food with him, but you welcomed the gesture nonetheless. you felt like it meant he planned on staying longer today. "hi," you smiled, sitting down on the blanket. "hi," he smiled back. "i don't think i ever told you my name, but i'm junhui." the name sounded familiar to you, for some reason, though you couldn't quite remember why. it didn't matter to you, because, god, his voice was really attractive. you hoped that he'd talk to you more from now on. you introduced yourself back and opened the basket of sandwiches you'd made. "i hope you like them- i wasn't sure what kind of sandwich you liked so i made all the ones i could think of…" you blushed, a little embarrassed at how many you had made. "oh, thank you." he replied, taking a ham and olive sandwich from the basket. "i don't have much of a preference, i just don't like eggplant." you two ate for a while, not talking. "these are really good." he covered his mouth.

you'd come to learn more about him as the days went by. he talked to you more- some days you'd stay until sunrise, talking to each other about everything and nothing.

it was late august, the sun was low in the sky and the stars were beginning to shine. you could see the moon, barely, against the orange sky. "summer's almost over," junhui remarked. "the sun used to set later." "it's only august," you replied. "we still have a month left." "not me," he looked at you suddenly. "i think i love you, yn." "i've been thinking the same." and then he did it. he kissed you- though only long enough for you to remember the feeling of his lips against yours. he pulled away soon after. "i'll walk you home?"

the next day the sky was blue. you'd slept in later than usual, but you assumed junhui had done the same. the grass was green, as were the leaves on the tree, and there were flowers in the grass you'd never noticed before. the day seemed perfect. you'd decided on just fruits today, and you hummed to the sounds of the birds chirping and the bag of cherries and grapes moving around in your basket. the clearing began to come into your view, but junhui didn't. so you sat on a log, afraid of getting grass stains on your clothing, and you waited. he'd slept in, you assumed.

you waited the next day. by the third day, you didn't bring anything in your basket. you'd still wait until sunset. you waited every day, until the middle of september, and he never showed up again.

next summer, you would wait. you knew he wasn't coming.

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i opened an ao3 for my longer works! not gonna be posting everything here but i already posted a few fics, the junhui fic will definitely be posted there too cause it's looong. link

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incredibly torn between there being outright romance in the jun fic (specifically a kiss) or it only being implied

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fairytale prince junhui thoughts are brewing im coming back from the dead

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Helloooo I just read a few of your seventeen's story and they are so cute!

I actually have a few request if you don't mind! You can choose which one you like the most and maybe in the future do the other ones as well!

The first one is for Hoshi something related to Rock With you era? (I JUST have a weak spot for that man) Something about rider Hoshi sounds pretty inviting to my ears ~

Second one is for Jun, and I was thinking something historical? Like be being some kind of prince and the reader just meets him .

Last one is for Minghao. Maybe something about being a bad boy (I swear I wasn't thinking of him in HOT) or some cute scenarios of him being confident that makes the female reader flustered???

I'M SORRY FOR ALL THE REQUEST it's just the knowing you don't write smut or for male readers made me so comfortable! I hope it's okay and it was clear enough.

Have a nice day/afternoon/evening ☆

ohmygosh hi! im so glad you enjoy my work <3 there's no need to apologize at all for all the requests lol i really appreciate them! i'm gonna get to work on these soon + i'll tag you when im done but i just wanted to let you know i got this and i am ON IT! thank you so much for all the ideas <3333

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summer ; xu minghao x reader

gn reader, fluff warnings none you and your boyfriend decide to spend your summer together.

minghao would bring his camera with him everywhere. you'd fall in love with him a little bit more every time you saw the bright white flash of his digital, and every once in a while the two of you would lie down together and look through all the photos he had taken- mainly photos of you. he had inspired you to get a camera of your own. when you were at your parent's house for the holidays, you found your old camera from high school and decided to take it back home with you.

winter had ended almost as suddenly as it began. you woke up one day and there was no snow, no chill in the air, and you knew it would be like that for a while. you and minghao went outside more, now that the skies were blue again and the sun was no longer hidden by the clouds. you decided to explore the city together, taking just yourselves and your cameras and your bikes and some cash. together you went everywhere. you went to beaches and forests. rivers hidden by miles of trees, parks and playgrounds in areas that were nearly abandoned. you left the city a couple of times, biking out into the countryside and getting lunch at family-owned diners in the middle of nowhere. every experience was one you would never forget, not just because of the hundreds of photos you would take at each location but because of just how gorgeous the scenery was, how each area was like a secret between you, minghao, and the earth.

it was mid july and a morning like no other when you and minghao would venture on another journey. you biked for a while, one or two hours, but your legs were strong at this point from months of biking every day. you knew your destination when you reached the lake, hidden by the trees. from your view it looked more like an ocean, stretching out for what seemed like forever. you pulled the break on your bike and minghao followed after, the sound of the wheels being pulled through the path and the sound of the lake being the only sound in the air. you reached the lake and, at once, your eyes filled with tears, and though you felt your boyfriend pull you close and you could hear your bike fall on the sand, all you could think of was the beach. the beach which was so familiar to you, though you would never learn why. it was so beautiful, it looked like it should be on a postcard. the sun was bright and shining and the sky was blue, the water clear and shiny, the sand untouched by man. it was a scene you would never forget. you walked towards the beach after a while, taking off your shoes and your socks and sitting down in the sand, letting the water hit you, watching the flashes of minghao's camera reflect in the water. minghao would join you eventually, and the two of you would talk. he held your hand and eventually, the two of you would get in the water. you floated on your back and he got out and rummaged in his bag for his speaker, taking it out and playing some music. you listened to it together. the area was so secluded that the two of you thought nothing of your belongings being so out in the open and barely noticed the hunger in your stomachs. you only noticed his arms, wrapped around you, and the warmth of the setting sun as you fell asleep in his arms.

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mornings with you ; c.sc x reader

gn reader, fluff warnings food mention

it was your mornings with seungcheol that made you the happiest- the mornings when you would hear a knock at your door and see the most captivating man you had ever seen in your life, and despite you two having been together for some time now, you would find yourself falling in love each morning with him. he would arrive at your apartment each morning with a coffee in one hand and a lunch bag in the other, usually a muffin or cookie, but on occasion, he would surprise you with something special, a homemade breakfast sandwich that you would eat happily despite it being burnt on one side, homemade cookies that had fallen apart in the bag- he was never the best baker, but as time went on, you noticed the improvement in his skills. besides, you hadn't fallen in love with him for his cooking, but rather the way he would act as though the food he made for you was nothing special, but blush and giggle when you complimented the food, which you always did. he would wish you a good morning each time, and the two of you would walk down your apartment's wooden stairs and outside, where his car was parked. He would open the door for you, get in on his side and start the car. he would always play something or other on the car's stereo- it could be a song he made the other night or your favourite song, other times it would just be a song he heard the other day or a song he used to love when he was a kid. occasionally you'd ask to play something, and he'd let you, though the music would be drowned out by the sound of your voices anyway, so you didn't bother. those drives with him were your favourite. You would talk about everything- your dreams, his dreams, the party your friend had thrown last night, his boss, his friends, your plans for the summer, the trip to costa rica you'd been planning together for months now but just haven't had the funds for. and when you wouldn't talk, you would sing, and when you wouldn't sing, you would cry, and when you wouldn't cry, you would read, and when none of that happened, you would ride together in a comfortable silence, listening to the music and the ads that played because he refused to pay for spotify premium. and when your twenty minute drive to work concluded and he would park the car, waiting for the song you were listening to to end or for you to finish your sentence, he would get out and open the door for you, hugging you, sometimes kissing you, and wave goodbye as you walked away.

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so sorry abt being so inactive :(

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THANK YOUU for 102 <3333 ur all da best ever fr

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heaven is a bedroom ; choi seungcheol x reader

warnings death of a loved one genre just angst

notes inspired by heaven is a bedroom by tv girl.. one of my favs rn

the memories you had left of seungcheol made your heart sink, creeping up on you nearly every day, during every ordinary activity. you remembered how his pillows felt like clouds, his bedroom like heaven. you remembered every little thing- his grey and white sheets, his wooden desk with his old mac on it, his red desk chair and his black, circle rug you picked out with him at ikea. you remembered his white walls, and the blue accent wall he had. his bedroom felt like heaven to you, when it was just the two of you lying next to eachother, when it was just him holding you in his arms. you spent your whole senior year with him, and then your college years with him. you remembered the parties, where you would sneak into a hallway and wish he would follow, and how you'd go from low to high once you saw him there, behind you. and you remembered the day before he left for new york, going to his apartment and helping him pack, looking through his old scrapbook and old camera with photos of you, your vacations together. you remembered him giving you your favourite records of his, the ones he didn't have room for. you remembered him kissing you before he left. you told him you'd come with him, that you just had to sort out the ordeal your family was going through. you remembered one of the last times you ever talked- when you were calling on the phone at midnight, and he asked you if you were really coming to new york, or if you just wanted him gone, and you sat there for a few minutes, in silence, in shock. and you remembered the call you got the day after, from your mother, telling you your grandma had passed, and how you felt your world fall apart. how you never moved- you stayed there, never fully getting over it.

you wondered, if you had made it to new york, would anything have changed. would you still be together? sometimes, you wished you made it- so when she died, he would have been there to hold you in his arms like he used to, in his bedroom.

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yipee

and if i write a cliche winter love story fic about mingyu.. then what

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the mingyu fic is halfway there😋 gonna take a while though because school is crazy rn

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truth be told i got heartbroken last week and since then ive had writers block.