#winwin drabble

[fruithoughts]

when he misses your face. . .

[zeroseuniverse]

Call My Bluff

Word Count:652 Summary:“Because if you so much as lay a finger on me, the dragon will come for you all.” Pairing: Winwin X Reader

Taglist: @sh0dor1 @tinyelfperson @zaycie @kunkunlele @lezleeferguson-120

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The moon hung low in the sky, casting its pale light over the scorched battlefield. The scent of ash and iron filled the air, and the distant sound of wings still echoed, though the creature had long since disappeared into the clouds.

A blade pressed against your throat.

“You have no more tricks left,” the soldier sneered. His armor gleamed with the blood of your people, his eyes filled with the cold satisfaction of victory. “Any last words?”

“You can’t kill me,” you said calmly.

The soldier’s eyes narrowed. “Why not?”

“Because if you so much as lay a finger on me, the dragon will come for you all.”

The man’s hand trembled for a fraction of a second, his bravado slipping. Everyone had seen the dragon. It had torn through their ranks with fire and fury, leaving only devastation in its wake. And you… you had been untouched, standing amidst the flames like a phantom.

“You’re bluffing,” he spat, but his grip on the sword wavered.

“Am I?” you tilted your head, voice a whisper of steel. “You saw what it did. Do you really want to find out how far it would go for me?”

The soldier hesitated, but then a voice called out from behind him.

“Step away from them.”

The voice was soft, lilting, but it carried authority. The soldier turned, and his face drained of color.

Winwin stood at the edge of the clearing, his silver hair catching the moonlight, his eyes cold as winter frost. And behind him, the shadows shifted. The faint outline of wings, massive and terrible, stretched across the ground.

“You think they’re bluffing?” Winwin asked, voice barely above a whisper. “Go ahead. Try it. See what happens.”

The soldier dropped his sword.

“Wise choice,” Winwin said, striding forward. He stopped in front of you, his hand brushing against your wrist in a fleeting gesture—checking for injury. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine,” you said softly.

He nodded once, then turned his attention back to the soldier. “Run,” he said simply.

The man didn’t need to be told twice.

When the clearing was empty save for the two of you, Winwin finally relaxed, the tension easing from his shoulders. “You shouldn’t take risks like that,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“You wouldn’t have let them hurt me,” you replied.

“No,” he agreed, his eyes softening as his hand lingered against your cheek. “I never will.”

Above you, the dragon circled in the moonlit sky, watching. Waiting.

And protecting.

Winwin’s fingers slipped from your cheek, but the warmth of his touch lingered. “We need to move,” he said, his voice gentle but firm. “The others won’t stay away for long.”

You nodded, casting one last glance at the sky where the dragon flew. “Where will we go?”

“There’s a safe place,” Winwin said, his eyes scanning the horizon. “Deep in the mountains, where even their armies won’t dare follow.”

As you walked together, the silence between you was comfortable—broken only by the distant rustling of leaves and the occasional sound of wings. After a while, Winwin spoke again. “Why did you stay behind?”

You hesitated. “I couldn’t leave them. My people… they needed time to escape.”

His jaw tightened. “And you almost paid the price for it.”

“But I didn’t,” you said softly. “Because of you.”

Winwin stopped walking, turning to face you. “Because of the dragon,” he corrected, but there was something in his eyes—something fierce and unyielding. “And because I would never let anything happen to you.”

Before you could reply, the sound of distant horns shattered the stillness. Winwin’s hand found yours, his grip warm and steady. “We need to move faster.”

As you ran, the dragon’s shadow followed—silent and watchful. And in the space between heartbeats, you knew one thing for certain: as long as Winwin was with you, you would never face the darkness alone.

[featjunranghae]

NCT MASTERLIST

NCT 127

Soft Spot - Johnny x Haechan

NCT DREAM

series -

Fatherhood - Jeno part ii part iii [completed]

smau -

Loaded - Chenle [completed]

Intro to Being Delulu 101 - Haechan [ongoing]

text post -

bf!dreamies valentines day text

bf!dreamies "would you rather go deaf for blind."

WAYV

nothing yet...

NCT WISH

smau -

bus or truck - sion [completed]

note: not writing for sakuya and ryo since they are literally kids and I don't feel comfortable writing about ppl younger than me

[jammingjaem]

hi if requests are open can i get a yangyang fic/fake texts? you do them so well <3

yangyang as your bf texts.

AUTHOR’S NOTE | kind of? suggestive at the end.

[winwintea]

[2:16 p.m.]

oh.

he loved you. that's what he wanted to say.

he loved your smile. your lively and kind personality. your fighting spirit. your attitude. your motivation to constantly try to improve yourself. your facial expressions. your humorous personality. your positivity. your ambition. your love for others. your confidence. your honesty. your sincereness. your imagination.

he loved everything about you. all your flaws, imperfect features, anything that made you more you.

but how does one convey that in a single sentence? a single phrase? a singular, 'i love you'.

he's not confident anymore if he can really do this.

"sicheng?" he feels your gorgeous eyes peer up at him, tilting your head in a confused manner. he thinks about how pretty your eyes look, with the dazzling night sky reflecting in them. he feels so lucky to be able to see this beautiful sight.

in that single moment, he forgets everything he was going to say. he prepared so hard for this day, for this moment, but when the time came, he lost it all.

he's sorry he can't give you a long confession like those you enjoy reading in stories. he's sorry he can't make this moment anymore special. but he wants to tell you. needs to ask you. even if there was a slight chance you might reject him, he needed to do this.

he grabs onto your shoulders and locks eyes with you for a couple more seconds. the air feels tense, neither one of you daring to break the silence, until sicheng manages to speak out, his voice intense, his gaze pleading, "i want you to be mine."

your eyes widened in shock, a faint blush spreading over your cheeks. you looked like you were in disbelief, like you couldn't believe those words had come out of his mouth. "me?"

at this, his smile grows wider. why was he ever worried?

"of course you. it's always you."

[meiideryz]

how wayv's first kiss with you would be like

pairing: wayv x reader

kun

after a romantic dinner. he drives you home from taking you to your date with him at a fancy dinner he had arranged, wanting you to show how he really loves you and would want to take the relationship into the next step. he walks you to the front porch of your house, standing near the doorstep. before he says goodbye, he says how much he enjoyed the date, and you say the same. there is a still sound of silence of him staring at you. then, he leans in to capture your lips to his. the rhythm of your mouths moving against each other is slow, but good enough for the both of you to feel the butterflies in your stomachs. he smiles at you when you pull away, and then his hand reached for your own, kissing the back of your palm before he leaves the neighborhood. kun will never forget such a memorable moment.

ten

during a game of spin the bottle. at first he laughs, staring at the empty wine bottle landing in your direction. with the rest of the players anticipating, he isn't afraid to back out. he hates being called a coward. he makes no hesitation before smashing his lips against yours. there's still the taste of alcohol both of you consumed just moments ago. besides the liquor, he also feels drunk with the way he keeps pressing his lips deeper and his tongue swiping on your bottom lip as a permission for more access. ten merely forgets the audience watching him, focusing entirely to make you feel good and pleased. when he pulls away, he gets a good view of your lips, smeared and coated with his own saliva, and lipstick smudged from the corners of your mouth. seeing you in that state gives him a satisfied look on his face, a smug creeping up from his lips.

winwin

saying goodbye to him. sicheng is given the opportunity to finally pursue the passion he loves, but it hurts him to know that he needs to leave where he already finds and calls home—you. both of you stand before the pane glass doorframes of the airport, sicheng's hand holds onto the handle of his luggage, while the other never leaves yours. it's all going too fast. the grip on your hand tightens. you notice the way he's trying to hold to his emotions, how hard he's trying to stifle his sobs. he feels you return the same tightness on his hand, assuring him that everything will be fine. a hand slowly creeps up to gently touch his already stained cheeks. he's going to miss you, so much. sicheng's hand clasps around the hand where you touch him, pulling it down. and there, you feel his plump lips on yours. it's trembling, and of course, it's sad. you don't tell him to stay through your reciprocation, but instead, it tells him to go, to chase what he loves.

xiaojun

acting out a kiss scene. it's the first rehearsal of the play the casts are going to act in, including the two of you. it's no surprise when both of you find out to be the leads of the play. dejun thinks that it will go as smoothly as possible, given the fact that the two of you are comfortable with each other of everything, and you think so too. as all of you are reading the script, the director reminds you of the kiss scenes, so when the actual practice came, dejun tells himself that the kiss is and only for professional purposes. he composes himself before standing in front of you with a smile. you say your lines, enunciating them word for word with feelings to embody the character as he does the same. his hands reaches for your own just like what it says on the script, and wasting no time, he plants a kiss on your lips. you don't move, but he feels his stomach doing the somersaults. all he can think about at this very moment is your soft lips, your grip on his hand tightens, your eyelashes tickling his cheeks—then it's all gone when you pull away. looking at each other for a few seconds, a sudden fit of laughter bursts out from the two of you. both of you suppress your giggles when the director yells, telling you and dejun to stop laughing and concentrate on the script.

hendery

out of curiosity. he stares at you with a surprised expression on his face after hearing you ask how a kiss feels like. it's not like he doesn't know how to kiss someone as he had gained experiences from previous relationships, and clearly this was your first. his mind go dizzy when you ask him to kiss you. he isn't sure if it's only his mind playing him, but with a couple slaps across his face, it's not a dream. before kissing you, hendery makes sure to ask if you're still okay with the idea, never forgetting to seek for your consent. with a hand on your neck and the other to cup your cheek, your lips are on his. the lingering touch of your hands on his chest traveling around his neck causes him to smile in between the kiss. he also makes sure that you're satisfied with the kiss he shares with you, in a way that will make you feel good and relieve to know that you just had the best first kiss ever given by your own friend. hendery can't seem to sleep the following nights, replaying the scene over and over again, as he starts to fall in love with you.

yangyang

in the heat of the moment. he understands why you're mad at him for completely ruining your date with a person you recently talked to. yangyang warns you over again that the guy isn't good for you, that his background isn't something that's worth to be with. he watches you pace around the room, telling him that he has no right to deny a relationship you want to have, telling him that he should mind his own business. he couldn't do that. he knows what's best for you because he cares for your happiness. if it weren't for him, you will be trapped in a toxic unbearable relationship that might emotionally and mentally break you. what he wants for you to realize that there is one who could actually treat and love you better—him. yangyang grabs you by the shoulders, snapping you out. you break free from his tight grip, wanting to turn around and leave the room. that is until you feel his hand tug your arm back to face him as he finally smashes his lips against yours. the kiss is nowhere near sweet and full of passion. it's rough, lips smacking against each other, teeth scraping the skin and muscle of your tongues, and short hot breaths filling the quiet room. he's angry, you're angry, but neither of you pull away.

©MEIIDERYZ 2024. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[mins-fins]

PAREIDOLIA (D.SC)

SUMMARY . . . history just simply always manages to repeat itself, the artist and their tired university student roommate who just can't help but admire them in ways friends don't look at each other..

PAIRING . . . dong sicheng x male!reader

GENRE . . . insanely fluffy

WARNINGS . . . none!

WORD COUNT . . . 1.8k

NOTES . . . why is winwin so majestic tf 🙁 my wayv bias is yangyang i have NO IDEA what you're talking about, im so mortifyingly in love with winwin but not in a "i want to kiss him" way in a "i wanna bake him cookies and run my fingers through his hair" way and that's basically the same thing

sicheng has become long used to coming home and seeing y/n in the middle of another artistic project. it's usually a painting, because that's the easiest thing to do in their small apartment, one the two of them fought tooth and nail to be able to afford. on some days he'll be creating costumes out of construction paper, or he'll be sewing, or he'll just be sketching on the couch. 

it's become somewhat of a staple of comfort to him, maybe it's because of how recognizable it is to come home and see y/n, eyebrows furrowed, head tilted, the slightest smudge of paint on his face as his eyes are completely focused on the canvas before him. there's always a small smile that comes to his face whenever he hears the door open, sicheng only catches it on the most certain of days, though.

and maybe it's weird that sicheng remembers every single detail of what happens after he comes home from exhausting classes where all his professor does is talk about is nonsense, this is kind of like the only silver lining to his day after hours of just nothing but life draining lectures.

and no it's definitely not because y/n is just the best serotonin every single feeling sicheng has for him is completely platonic and platonic only!

it's as he's untying his shoes, that he realizes today something is different. y/n is humming, to a song the two of them hear their neighbors blast through the walls every now and then, he assumes the tune got stuck in his head, and he just can't help but now him it to himself.

sicheng puts his shoes away, he glances up for a moment, and pauses, waiting. he then smiles to himself as he watches y/n smile himself, finally acknowledging his presence. "i didn't even hear you, the door closed so quietly".

y/n's comment makes him snicker, but his eyes still don't leave the canvas, so focused on what he's painting in fact that he doesn't register the paint on his cheek. sicheng, like he does on most days, walks up towards y/n and quickly wipes off the paint with his thumb.

y/n makes a small noise, but he ultimately doesn't shy away from sicheng's hand, almost leaning into the touch if sicheng thinks about it. "how do you never notice when you have paint on your face?" sicheng asks, going over to the sink to wash the paint off his thumb.

"an artist never strays away from their artistic craft" y/n comments mindlessly, and sicheng's eyebrows furrow just for a mere moment before he looks back to his roommate, still focused on the random color he's spreading across the canvas.

"did you just make that up, or..?" at the question, y/n finally turns around after what seemed like hours of standing in the same spot, and he snickers at the way sicheng asks it.

"yep, made it up just now".

the response makes sicheng snort, because he knows that's absolutely true considering the kind of person y/n is. "you.. your something alright" sicheng doesn't know why those words are the ones that come out of his mouth, but they make y/n laugh.

"ah thanks, you make me feel so smart, chengie" y/n looks back to the painting, stepping back just a little bit to admire it. he removes his gloves and tosses them away, yawning lightly. "does it look nice?"

sicheng blinks, glancing over at y/n, who is patiently waiting for his answer. he mindlessly stares at the painting of a snowy mountaintop as he tries to think of a compliment he hasn't said thousands of times already. "it's marvelous" y/n gives him a look of confusion, and sicheng just snickers as he does those jazz hands.

"you couldn't at least be a little bit more creative with your compliment?" y/n's face scrunches a little bet, and sicheng just shrugs, rubbing his eyes.

"i'm tired i don't have time for creativity" sicheng yawns, and y/n gives him another judgmental look. "ask me when i'm more awake" he shouts as he walks towards his room, leaving y/n to admire his painting all alone.

y/n snickers, shaking his head.

what a character you are, dong sicheng..

"do you assume van gogh was a weird guy?"

sicheng barely registers the question, because the only sound he's heard for the past twenty minutes is the horribly loud clicking of y/n's pen as he brainstorms ideas for upcoming projects, assignments, and all that other stuff. he narrows his eyes at his laptop screen before looking up at y/n, who was finally done clicking his pen and began sketching.

"what?" is his immediate response, probably because he didn't have enough time to properly assess or process that question. the other thing that being y/n's roommate comes with is having to hear the most random and weird questions. "i'm sorry?"

"van gogh" y/n says again, smiling innocently. "you know, the painter gu—"

"i know who van gogh is y/n" sicheng clarifies, sighing. "i just— what do you think i know about the personality of a famous artist who died over a hundred years ago?" he raises an eyebrow, momentarily glancing back down at his computer screen as he hears y/n's loud sigh.

"i'm researching about him for this project i'm doing".

"you did a project about van gogh already.." sicheng mutters in confusion, and he hears y/n's pen click once again, then the slam of his sketchbook. "didn't you?"

"oh this isn't for school!" y/n exclaims. "i'm just doing it for fun!"

"what kind of psycho does a project for fun?" at the words, y/n snorts, and sicheng can't help but gaze at him. yeah, it's stupid, but he's just so cute, and sicheng has no idea why he's staring this long at him.

fuck, i probably look crazy. i'm literally zoning out on his face, what kind of moron does that?

at least he's self aware.

"nothing?"

"what?"

"on van gogh?" y/n clarifies, and sicheng blinks like an idiot, because what else would y/n be talking about? he shakes his head, and y/n pouts in an unserious manner.

"at least your here to humor me" y/n says, picking his sketchbook back up as he begins flipping through it, he pauses at a certain page and smiles brightly at what's sketched on it.

sicheng doesn't really know what y/n draws in his sketchbook. y/n is pretty big on privacy, so sicheng never made it his thing to figure out what's in y/n's sketchbook because he doesn't want him to.

though, the way y/n's smiling at his sketchbook gets him curious.

"are the sketches causing you that much joy?"

y/n snaps up, his face going embarrassingly red as he closes his sketchbook once again. he smiles, then awkwardly laughs as he looks away, lightly scratching his arm. "yeah, um.. i just really like the sketches i made".

sicheng laughs, glancing back at his computer screen. it's so hard not to constantly stare at you when your.. well— you.

but they're just friends, nothing more.

"when i was younger i always wanted a garden of strawberries" y/n states as he paints said garden of strawberries on the canvas in front of him.

y/n is always the most busy on weekends with his artistic projects. he'll legitimately spend half of his day painting, another half making a halloween costume even though halloween won't come for the next seven months, and the other half sewing a sweater he's going to wear once every few months. sicheng has seen it all, and he's gotten used to the normalization of y/n just doing another artistic craft everyday, still being able to rest a whole eight hours.

he admires his way of just being such.. what is the phrase, a hard worker, he could say. y/n was just always up, doing something, he was never bored or not doing something, he was very much just an always working person.

"strawberries? out of everything?" sicheng asks, stirring the spoon in his cup of coffee mindlessly, he's too busy staring at y/n to pay attention to his now cooling cup of coffee. y/n gives him one of the most judgmental looks ever.

"what do you mean? out of everything? strawberries are amazing!" y/n counters, and sicheng laughs at his tone of voice. "they're one of the best things mankind has ever actually made".

"okay but why a garden of them?"

"so i can make strawberry flavored things everyday, duh" y/n dismisses the amount of red coloring on his apron, and his gloves, too busy trying to figure out how to finish his painting of his dream garden of strawberries.

y/n narrows his eyes at the painting, studying it for a moment, like he was trying to figure out if the painting was talking to him or not. "is this ugly?"

"what?"

"the painting? is it ugly?"

sicheng furrows his eyebrows, staring at y/n like he just asked the stupidest question in the world. y/n usually doesn't care about his opinion when it comes to paintings, because sicheng isn't an artist like he is, so sicheng has no idea why he would suddenly ask him about what he thought about his painting so suddenly.

"no? your paintings are never ugly.. why would you ask that?"

sicheng's question-answer makes y/n narrow his eyes at him. sicheng assumes he wasn't expecting that answer that then turned into a question, with the way he goes silent, and with the way his face flushes so much more obviously than it usually does.

sicheng doesn't get why he notices that the most, y/n is pretty unpredictable, he gets flustered at some of the most random times, and it's only at certain moments that sicheng notices how red his face is.

it's hot in the room, that's it, that's why, there is absolutely no other reason his face is so red right now.

he's just thinking of excuses.

"thank you" he whispers, turning back to his painting as he removes his paint splattered gloves. "it's a new day, i just wanted your opinion".

"that's strange".

"well if i'm not strange then i'm not interesting" y/n hums as he puts the finishing touches on his painting, and with his back turned, sicheng can admire him fully, without worrying about him getting caught and then having to explain why he was staring for so long.

sicheng is so busy admiring him, he doesn't even notice that he hasn't taken a sip of his coffee yet.

[babbymochiiii]

[ 01:19 pm]

“will I ever see you again?” you softly said down the phone.

silence falls on winwin’s side of the call. you waited with a racing heart for him to give you some sort of sign that he’s there. as you were about to speak again, sounds of movement is heard.

“i’m not sure, baby.” winwin sighs as he runs his hand through his hair.

a faint sigh is heard from your end of the call. you tried to hold back the tears that wanted to escape. fighting against the lump in your throat, you managed to speak. “it’s been so long sicheng.”

“i know…i’m trying to get back to you.” he says softly. he heard the way your voice wanted to crack, and it was breaking his heart that you were in this much pain because of him.

“please come back to me…”

“i will baby.”

[sherwees]

cw : cheating (that's it)

busy idol boyfie winwin that'll take you out everyday even after stressing practices whenever you weren't "busy" with anything. he knew that you had time to visit him and his suspicions stayed high on his mind but he'll never want to make you upset so he just pushes his conflicting thoughts to the side.

winwin loves coming home after a long day and having you sit on his tense,sore lap whilst you whisper all types of praises; his hands rubbing soothing circles into your plush thighs. especially when you say his real name, it makes him feel all warm inside and makes him relish in the moment. But, knowing that deep in his gut, he knows that you're slipping right through his fingers.

he hates when you're mad at him. those times that he questions why there's a certain amount of makeup on one part of your neck but you only dismiss it and move away from him. he'll spend the rest of the week thinking about how he could make it up to you and even asks his fellow groupmate and best friend yangyang about it but his advice is only him saying to stay away from you so it's only futile. he just ends up buying chrysanthemums for you (hendery's advice) and you end up catching hay fever but at least you accepted them.

and he also hates that you mention yangyang nearly everyday. “yangyang bought me it” “yangyang said..” or you just reusing a cheeky joke from the orange haired goblin. he also wonders if you were "playing" around with yangyang behind his back because he'll never mention the gifts or when he would ask him about it, he'll act oblivious and cut the conversation right there. there was a problem, he doesn't think he could fix it.

your hands on the headboard keeps your stature as you ride his cock. the silence of it all made it feel so solemn.. winwin didn't feel the lovey doveyness of it all anymore. he was quite turned off at this point and it was even the fact you had your eyes closed.. what the fuck? winwin wished you could just simply open your eyes to see his unamused expression or the fact that he's gone soft inside of you already. it was so fucking awkward just seeing you mumble to yourself, it only made the turmoil of anger worsen. he didn't want this to end but you were being fucking rude.. his dick game wasn't bad because he made you cum before, maybe even scream but what was your fucking problem? there was a cork in his throat, that cork turned into the words. the more he paid attention to his gut, the more he would listen to your mumbling;

“s’ so big”

“im yours and nobody elses”

“I will, I will..”

“hmm.. you're sure bigger than him”.

okay now what the fuck. so you wer– are fucking with him? I mean you grabbing your shit and storming out after he simply asked, “are you fucking liu yangyang?” was an overreaction, I mean you were able to simply cheat on him so..? the looks that yangyang gave him was a contrast from hendery's “I feel bad for you and I wish I told you but you're still a loser” looks even pissed him off more. I mean he couldn't even comprehend why you would do that; he gave you everything you wanted and you just ran for the arrogant sore loser in his group. yangyang's dick game was oftentimes mentioned only by himself,

“well I only fuck with real bitches because only high classes deserve this dick” like ew?

winwin took another harsh bite of his subway sandwich, it felt like his teeth were poking at his gums and his jaw hurt from chewing; he ended up just slamming his sandwich down on the table and leaning back with his arms folded. xiaojun looked at him crazy then returned to his phone which only made him mad enough and tears started streaming, bit by bit that only pushed his anger into loneliness.

“this is captain liu huge cock speaking..” ; from when he wore that stupid pilot outfit for their seasons greetings 3 years ago and he had that walkie talkie thing in his hand, his lips forming into a crisp smile.

“yangyang bought me this really~ cute necklace, wanna see?” ; from when you turned around in the summer dress that winwin bought you that same week; all giggly and smiley over a silver flower necklace. He remembers looking at the pandora bracelet on your tan wrist and all it's charms, winwin never had the time to take you anywhere now so he guessed it was yangyang again.

“do you think I could impress her” ; from that one time when he stood by the dormitory's bathroom doors before a party, texting YOU actually. he looked between the photo of you wearing the dress you got and the little slit in the bathroom door that let him see; yangyang fixing his collar of his suit. You sent another image of you in a lacey butterfly bra from Victoria's Secret through his peripherals and his eyes darted from the screen and back to the slit in the door once he heard Hendery say something also.

he turned back and yangyang's head appeared like a whack a mole in the doorway with that stupid innocent look in his face, eyes with a sad glint with a slight pout to his lips “don't be a snooper.. babe~” yangyang lilted with a smile before laughing at himself; winwin noticed that he tried to mock your unique tone.. he was also sure that you've never said that to him before. yangyang's pupils directed to something else, winwin's eyes searched for what he was looking for or at but he soon realized that he was looking at his phone and his smile widened.

his wrist immediately turned the phone away, looking back to him with an uncertain look that he, himself couldn't even describe till this day. yangyang only sighed before raising an eyebrow at winwin, his lips slightly distorted because of the laugh he held and once he popped his big ass head back in, he obviously started laughing.. boastfully..

The memory ended adruptly once winwin felt a headache incoming. his fingers found his temple immediately, massaging circles but immediately stopped his ministrations once he remembered the better times.

when you were both together.

next episode >>>

[ihavethedreamiesx]

First Kisses | WayV

WayV - All Members

Rating: E for Everyone

Word Count: About 300 for each, so about 1.6k total

Pairing: WayV x GN!Reader (Separate)

Genre: Reader-Insert, Drabble, Fluff

Summary: Your first kiss with each member of WayV!

Author's Note: I have never wrote drabble-length things before, so I am proud of myself I kept these so short.

I tried to keep these gender-neutral, so let me know if I didn't, but it might still be slightly implied in these the reader is AFAB, I don't think so though…

PS. Kun is not only my WayV bias, but my NCT bias, and even past that, he is my ultimate bias.

PSS. I used Google Translate for Yangyang's part, so if its wrong, sorry~

Revised (1/30/25)

-> NCT 127 <-

-> NCT Dream <-

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Kun

"Can you stop eating my ingredients, you're almost as bad as Chenle." Kun sighs, lightly smacking your hand as it goes to the bowl of carrots he’s cut up. You pout with a huff but pull your hand back. You love watching him cook… Honestly, you love watching him do everything and anything. Your eyes travel over him once again, lingering on his handsome face. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." He teases, that trademark smirk of his spreading across his face. Kun fully smiles when you scoff, trying to play it off, looking away. "I don't need to take a picture; I can see you whenever I want." You rest your chin on your palm, trying to sound dismissive. Your best friend hums, dropping the issue, continuing to cook as you continue to watch him. Your night continues as normal, leading up to you sitting on the counter next to him as he does the dishes. "Are you sure you don't want help?" "Nope, stay there." He doesn't even look your way. From your elevated position, you’re eye-level with him, and close. The proximity never used to mean anything, but now you have the biggest crush on him, unlike any before. You’ve been lost in thought, staring at his hands, only snapping out of it when he moves to stand in front of you. Kun stands between your legs, bringing him even closer; your face grows warm. "You can see me best like this, but you're only looking at my lips." He has that stupid smirk again, so you lean in to cover it with your own lips. Kun sighs, deepening your somewhat bashful kiss, hands resting on the counter at your sides. "You can do that anytime you want too."

Ten

"If you don't want to go so bad, why are you?" Ten glances up from his phone to look at your reflection in the mirror. You’re finishing up your hair and touching up your appearance. He’s glad at least he’s going to the work event with you, which should prevent any of your coworkers from asking you out. You aren't officially together, but that doesn't mean he’ll let anyone approach you. "My boss heavily implied it's mandatory." You sigh, messing with the various implements on your vanity to get the next one. You look at him sitting behind you on your bed through the mirror. He looks stunning as usual, and you feel bad that, technically, your third date is going to be some company dinner party. After you’re ready, you both head off and are immediately ambushed upon arrival. Your mostly female coworkers are all over Ten, no surprise. Eventually, you step out onto one of the ballroom's balconies for some fresh air. "You okay?" Ten joins you, leaning on the railing next to you. You hum, rubbing your temple, and he huffs a laugh. Putting his hand on your shoulder, he turns you toward him, hand sliding down your arm to hold your own. You avoid his gaze, looking at your hands. His other hand goes to your chin to lift your head. He kisses you, not caring that anyone looking out could see. You whine when he pulls away, wanting it to continue despite the public setting. Ten winks, chuckling, "more later."

Winwin

It's not easy being desperately in love with your best friend of nearly twenty years. It's also not easy to not see your precious Sicheng as the cutest thing ever. You’re in an odd predicament, not sure how to act with or towards him. You decided to go with the status quo, but apparently that was the wrong choice. "Why can't you treat me like a man?" He shouts as you get into the apartment, it takes you aback. He never yells. You could tell earlier he was upset, but you weren’t sure why. Was it that you’d wiped sauce off his face? You do that a lot though… "I-I didn't mean to treat you like a child-" "What?" "With the…" You motion around your face. "Not that! The…" He licks his lips then presses them together, the act drawing your gaze. "The, 'that's just Sicheng,' comment. Like I'm just another one of your siblings, or something." He sighs at your confused expression. "I want you to treat me like a man, like as a boyfriend. Not like a man as in an adult." He finally gets out, not used to having to spell things out for you. "Like a boyfriend?" You repeat back, more to yourself, trying to process the information. Sicheng huffs in exasperation, stomping forward. His hands cup your jaw, pulling you closer. Instead of the soft, gentle first kiss you’d fantasized, it’s intense. His little nibble on your bottom lip grants him further access, his tongue tasting yours. When you both pulled back for air, your face flushed a deep red. "Oh…"

Xiaojun

"Bella, wait!" You hear them before you can see them. You’re taking your shoes off in the entry way and you hear claws scrambling on the floor, then the beagle dashes down the hall to you. "Hi, girl!" You beam, kneeling to pet the excited pup. You hear Dejun's feet following and he stops at the end of the hall, slightly out of breath. "Sorry, (Y/N)." He joins his pup, motioning for you to hand him the convenience store bag and you do so. Trying not to trip on the dog, you follow him into the apartment, joining him at the table to eat your snacks. "She loves you; you know." He nods at the dog who’s happily gnawing on the treat you got her. "I love her too. She's such a sweet dog…when she listens." You giggle and he rolls his eyes, groaning in agreement. Later you’re sitting on the floor with her while he plays some game on his Xbox. His eyes flit down to watch his dog kiss you, licking all over your face and you sputter where her tongue runs over your lips. He’s feeling ridiculous, getting jealous over his dog licking you. "Bella, down!" He scolds and the dog sits down, both of you surprised by his sudden scolding. Getting off the floor, you sit next to him on the sofa, and he exhales hard through his nose. "You okay?" "Why do you just let her kiss you like that?" He grumbles and you raise a brow in question. He huffs, pausing his game, and leaning over, pressing a quick kiss to your mouth. He smirks at your gaping face, continuing his game like nothing just happened.

Hendery

Watching him dance really makes you wonder what he’s made of. It’s like his joints are jelly, or he has no bones. How does he move like that? "Kunhang, what are you made of?" you ask from the couch. You two are the only ones in the dance studio. He stops his wiggling in the mirror, and he laughs, coming to sit with you. "What do you mean?" "How are you so���loose?" You flop your wrist, letting your hand be limp. "Oh! Uh…" He chuckles, looking deep in thought. "I just always have been." He shrugs and you hum, looking him over. He’s so weird that you sometimes forget how handsome he is. But just sitting there with you, he really is so gorgeous. "What? Is there something on my face?" His fingers come to his cheek, rubbing at the skin and you shake your head. "No. You're just…" You blush a bit, shy to finish your sentence, "really handsome." You can’t meet his gaze, but you feel him shift closer to you. His fingers gently rest on your chin, making you turn to look at him again. A small smile rests on his face, not a goofy or playful one. "You're gorgeous, too." He smirks, pulling you a bit closer so he can seal the compliment with a short kiss. Your eyes are still wide when he pulls back, and he huffs in amusement at your reaction. "One day I'll show you how loose I can be~"

Yangyang

You want to give up. German just isn't a language you can learn. There are too many similarities to English, just enough that it confuses you. Yangyang sighs, trying again to get you to repeat after him. He isn't trying to get you fluent, not even conversational; he is just teaching you basic phrases. "If you ever go to Germany with me, you'll have to stay with me to communicate!" He insists and you huff. "Why can't I use English there, huh? It’s the international language!" "Yes, but people will like you more if you speak like them. Come on, at least try and learn how to order food." He taps on the paper he’d printed out again and you lean forward to look closer at the black print. Sneering, he rolls his eyes. "You're lucky you're so cute." He grumbles, taking the paper, and flipping it over so you can try the words on the other side. Your reaction to his comment is delayed, and you finally snap your head to look at him. "I'm what?" "Cute. Now try this one, it’s easy." Yangyang tries to brush off what he says, but you can't. "I'm cute?" "Yes." "Look in a mirror, Yang." You huff, embarrassed, but look over the prompts on the page. "I'm cute?" He grins playfully and you send him an exaggerated glare. "Adorable." Your tone is aggressive, making the response hilarious, so he bursts out laughing. You have a hard time not giggling along with him. "Kann ich dich küssen?" He speaks but you have no idea what he says. "Yes?" You reply, not knowing what you just responded to. Yangyang then hauls you closer, kissing you for one, two, three seconds, then pulls away. You blink. "Niedlich~"

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[justsomekpopstuff]

nct 127 as greek mythology

A/N: this was an idea that I had ages ago and wanted to bring it to life. I didn't want to only do any of the basic Olympians either, so I really went IN on this. Feel free to disagree with how I place them, just don't be a jerk about it! Also, if any artists/edit makers want to use these placements as inspo for art and moodboards and stuff, please do! Just tag me in it so I can see it and give credit

current masterlist | fic recs

Johnny: Thelxinoe - muse of charming the mind

Taeyong: Harmonia - goddess of harmony and concord

Yuta: Eros - god of love and attraction

Doyoung: Ananke- goddess of inevitability, compulsion, and necessity

Jaehyun: Hedone - deity of pleasure, enjoyment, and delight

Jungwoo: Philophrosyne - deity of friendliness, kindness, and welcome

Mark: Nike - goddess of victory

Haechan: Tyche - goddess of fortune, chance, providence, and fate

Winwin: Melete - muse of meditation and practice

Ten: Hedylogos - god of sweet talk and flattery

[fruithoughts]

. . . when he needs a new wallpaper

[zeroseuniverse]

Confessional Chaos

Word Count: 536 Summary:Because if there was one thing he knew, it was that Xiaojun, Yangyang, Ten, and Hendery were going to absolutely ruin it. Pairing: Winwin X Reader (Kun is best boy in this)

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Kun knew this was going to be a disaster from the moment Winwin nervously confessed his plan.

"I... I want to tell them how I feel. Today. At sunset. By the river," Winwin had said, fidgeting with his sleeves, his ears tinged red. Kun, the ever-responsible leader, had nodded supportively, already calculating how much damage control would be needed to ensure the confession went smoothly.

Because if there was one thing he knew, it was that Xiaojun, Yangyang, Ten, and Hendery were going to absolutely ruin it.

Step one: Keep the menaces occupied.

Kun had arranged for a conveniently timed group outing, dropping tickets for an amusement park into the hands of his four chaotic bandmates. "Go. Have fun. Do NOT come back before 8 PM."

He should've known better.

Step two: Expect betrayal.

"I can’t believe you thought that would work," Ten cackled as he swung an arm around Kun’s shoulders, appearing out of nowhere like a ghost of impending doom. Behind him stood Xiaojun, Hendery, and Yangyang, each grinning with the kind of mischief that sent a chill down Kun’s spine.

"We would never miss Winwin’s big moment!" Xiaojun declared, holding a suspicious-looking bag. "We just want to... enhance it."

"You’re going to ruin it," Kun deadpanned.

"Tomato, tomahto," Yangyang chirped, tossing a handful of flower petals into the air for dramatic effect.

Step three: Damage control.

Kun spent the next hour in an exhausting game of cat and mouse, intercepting and neutralizing every one of their ridiculous plans.

Xiaojun had prepared a speaker to blast a romantic ballad at full volume. Kun "accidentally" dropped it into the river.

Yangyang tried to release doves mid-confession. Kun replaced them with plush bird toys.

Ten wanted to set off fireworks. Kun hid the matches and replaced the box with harmless sparklers.

Hendery? He had somehow acquired a fog machine. Kun yanked the power cord out before it could turn the serene riverside into a budget horror movie set.

Step four: The last stand.

It was finally time. Winwin stood under the golden hues of the sunset, nervously smoothing down his shirt as Y/N approached. Kun wiped the sweat from his brow, watching from a safe distance. He had done it. He had prevented total catastrophe.

Or so he thought.

Because at that exact moment, a giant, inflatable banner unfolded behind Winwin, displaying the words: "MARRY ME, Y/N???" in horrifically uneven lettering.

Kun turned slowly, expression blank.

Hendery grinned proudly. "It was supposed to say ‘Will you be mine?’ but I ran out of space."

Before Kun could strangle him, Winwin—bless his heart—ignored it completely, gazing at Y/N with earnest eyes.

"I really like you," he said softly, voice steady despite his nerves. "I don’t need big gestures or anything flashy. I just want you to know that."

There was a beat of silence. Then they smiled—warm, fond, and a little amused. "I like you too, Winwin."

The cheering that erupted was so loud Kun feared for his eardrums. The four troublemakers tackled Winwin in a celebratory hug while Kun groaned into his hands.

At least they didn’t set anything on fire this time.

Small victories.

[daydreamingyuta]

NCT as Husbands Series: Winwin

summary: fluff, drabble, husband!winwin wc: 349 a/n: Happy Winwin day!! 💚 nct as husbands masterlist

Winwin would literally be the sweetest husband 🥹 Like he would always just do the kindest things for you like randomly buying you a bouquet of flowers, getting you your favorite chocolates, and complimenting you all the time.

He’ll also still get flustered soo easily. but genuinely really love it when you make him flustered! Like anytime you tell him how handsome he is, he will literally blush so hard.

I also feel like Winwin's love language is quality time, so he will literally be down for any and every thing you want to do as long as he gets to spend his time with you. and even after so many years together nothing is better to him than just being in your presence.

"Baby, are you sure you're not bored?" Winwin shakes his head at you. "No, of course I'm not. I'm with you." He says, flashing you a smile. Even after so long of being married his pretty smile always manages to give you butterflies. "Ok, It's already dark out so I think we should leave soon anyways." You two had been looking though countless items of furniture for the new house you two just purchased. You had fully furnished your last place, so you had assumed you would do the same this time around, but Winwin surprised you by wanting to come to the store with you. No matter how much he said that he was enjoying himself, you knew that this was not how he usually liked to spend his weekends. However, you also knew that he truly meant it when he said that as long as he was with you, he was having a good time. You snap out of your thoughts and turn to Winwin as you intertwine your arm with his and plant a kiss on his cheek. You watch him blush as if you haven't kissed him a million times before. "What was that for?" You shrug your shoulders and Winwin returns the favor by giving you a kiss on the cheek back, which actually just makes him blush harder.

[jammingjaem]

idk if requests are open im sorry if they aren’t, if they are can i ask winwin bf texts?

ᨳ bf!winwin

LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I MISS WINWIN 💔💔 thank you for the first wayv req! i hope you enjoyed hehe

[winwintea]

how wayv would react if you showed up at their doorstep covered in bl**d with a g*n

how wayv members would react if you showed up at their doorstep covered in bl**d with a g*n. PAIRING ▸ wayv x reader 

TRIGGER WARNINGS ▸ mentions of: bl//d (o) and g/ns (u), very angsty

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ i watched the winwin and ten lovely dance cover again and cried because im an emotional trainwreck... REGARDLESS. idk actually how this prompt came to me but damn

Qian Kun

Kun’s lips are pursed together, his eyes widen at the sight of you. With your blood stained cheeks, mixed with your murky tears, you were covered head to toe in… red. He looks you up and down before demanding angrily, “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?” His voice is loud and clear, and you can’t help but choke up a few sobs in response, unable to answer him. Kun grabs the gun out of your hands, and embraces you in a tight hug. This time his voice begins to crack and it’s a lot softer, “What did you do…?”

Ten

Ten was so caught off guard by the blood, he didn’t even notice the gun in your hands. “Holy SHIT! What the hell, y/n?” Strings of curses followed, but you couldn’t do anything but just sob uncontrollably. Ten gazes into your teary eyes. It’s hard to see your face clearly, since it’s covered in blood. Although Ten had no idea what you did, you had come to him for help. He grabs your shoulders and presses his face close to yours, and gives you a comforting smile, “Come inside. I’ll get you cleaned up.” He would be your rock. He would be your shield. He would protect you. Always.

Dong Si Cheng

Winwin has mixed feelings as soon as he sees you at the door. He’s definitely shocked, but hides it well. The gun was directed towards Winwin, but your hands were shaking, trembling. You were a wreck, a blubbering mess. He places his hand upon yours, slowly lowering the gun. “Why don’t you put the gun down and tell me what happened?” His voice has a soothing and calming edge to it. He embraced you in a hug, rubbing your back, as he whispered in your ear, “It’s going to be okay.” And that’s almost enough to make you believe his words. Almost.

Xiao De Jun

Xiaojun cursed as soon as he saw you. “Woah…” He held his hands up in defense, eyeing you carefully. His eyes nervously glanced around the area, wondering if any of his neighbors might take notice. You remained silent, your shaky fingers still wrapped around the gun.  The scent of blood fills the air, which Xiaojun notices as quite fresh. Once his shock has worn over, he finally breaks the silence, “Are you going to tell me what happened or are we going to be here all day?”

Wong Kun Hang

Hendery is just at a loss for words. The first thing he says to you, trying to process everything going on in front of him is, “Oh. That looks… messy.” (no shit) Hendery stands there awkwardly, not sure of what to do. He looks into your eyes and stares back at his reflection. There’s nothing left he realizes. Whatever you did, whatever caused this mess… didn’t matter. You would never be the same. The person he once knew, was gone. Lost forever. And he could never get you back. 

Liu Yang Yang 

Yangyang hadn’t expected you to turn up at his doorstep, much less covered in blood. “I’m trying not to freak out… but is the blood yours?” You shook your head, and he stared at you, in awe for a second. He put his hands around your shoulders, and felt how much you were shaking. Not wanting to disturb the neighbors, he brought you inside, wrapped a towel around your body, and quickly filled a bucket with water so he could wash you off. “Yangyang…” You called out to him, your voice still trembling, “Do you trust me?"