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20 friends with benefits to lovers !

(req by @nothums-from-tj and @ryuzakura !! feel free to use and tag me!! 4,5,18,19,20 is my AAAH favorites! pleaseee write and taggggg so i can read ;>)

pulling each other into rooms when gathered with friends

in-between kisses, "what if they find out?" "they won't." "but-" "shut up and just kiss me."

"i just wanna be held.." and them silently enveloping you into their arms.

hurriedly getting rid of every clothing, and them going, "god, you kept teasing me all day, you minx."

them pressing their body to yours which makes you gasp, "oh, lord have mercy-" "oh, he had plenty when he made you. my. fuck. friend." they say between every thrust!!!!!! [huffing rn]

you saying, "you're better than all of my previous 'partners'" and them getting flustered and looking away!!!

"wait.. do you perhaps like me?" "NO! no. No, why would I?" "Good. Don't." (ouch)

mid-sex, crying into their arms because they're the most real thing you've ever had, but it's not actually real.

^ "hey, hey, did i hurt you? are you okay?" them asking, and u shaking your head, "the opposite."

after sexy time, actually cuddling and tending to each other. ✿

watching them get together with a romantic partner or show interest in someone else as a potential and it just breaks your heart

"so you won't need me anymore, now, huh?" "you're still my friend. you still matter."

a messy confession that leads to more misunderstandings! leading to you avoiding them.

"you don't understand!" "then, make me.. please.. why are you avoiding me?"

"it was never just about sex to me," as a silent whisper.

"why didn't you tell me-" "i was scared of losing you!"

or alternatively, "I'm sorry. I-I.. don't feel the same way, [name]."

"touch me. not for release, but touch me anyways.. because you love me." ✿

"fuck, all our rules. [name], fuck them all. All I want is you. In every way possible. Be mine. Please."

"oh, my love.. mine.. look at how good you're taking me.." they force your chin up to meet their eyes in the mirror, "you like taking me in so good, love?" they ask, ramming into you. "feels so g-good.. now that you're more to me." you moan and stutter those words!!! [fogging up the mirrors rn]

[alexblue29]

You did not deserve to be sexually harassed.

This is true no matter what. No matter

what you wear

how much money you make

where you work

or anything else

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Ten Years Too Late | idol!Woozi x 14thMember | fluff

Requested

The living room, dimly lit and littered with empty snack wrappers and half-finished drinks, buzzed with lazy energy. Fourteen people sprawled across couches, floors, and bean bags — a scene familiar and comfortable after over a decade spent together.

Most of them thought they’d long run out of ways to surprise each other. Ten years touring, training, living, practically breathing in the same space left little room for secrets.

But Jeonghan, as usual, decided otherwise.

“Let’s stir things up,” he announced, voice tinged with mischief. “Confession game. Old school.”

Groans echoed instantly.

“Nooo,” Seungkwan protested, flopping back onto the couch dramatically. “What could possibly be left to confess? We’ve shared everything.”

“I bet someone’s hiding something,” Jeonghan smirked, eyes glinting as he leaned forward. “First crushes. Secret habits. Come on, make it interesting.”

Hoshi sat up. “Wait, wait—first crushes?” He wiggled his eyebrows exaggeratedly.

“Sounds dangerous,” Vernon murmured, already skeptical but clearly intrigued.

Mingyu grabbed an empty water bottle and set it in the middle. “One spin. Whoever it lands on has to spill.”

The bottle spun lazily. Everyone watched with mock disinterest.

First, it pointed to Joshua, who calmly admitted he used to secretly eat ramen after practice when no one was looking, despite their diet restrictions.

Laughter broke out. Nothing earth-shattering.

Another spin. Jeonghan confessed he once swapped members’ socks just to mess with them. Dino, betrayed, demanded to know how long.

A few more rounds in, and the bottle gradually pointed to each member, the confessions lighthearted, silly, familiar.

Then it landed squarely on the fourteenth member — Y/N.

A collective murmur rippled through the room.

Y/N laughed nervously, adjusting her oversized hoodie, glancing around the circle. “I genuinely don’t think I have anything left…”

Jeonghan leaned forward eagerly. “Come on. Ten years, surely there’s something you’ve kept hidden.”

The others chimed in — DK clapping, Minghao raising an eyebrow, Woozi quietly sipping his drink from the corner.

Y/N hesitated, eyes flicking across the faces she knew better than her own reflection.

And then, before she could stop herself, she spoke.

“Fine. I had a crush on one of you when I first joined.”

The room froze. Even the background noise from the television seemed to dim.

Seungcheol sat up straighter, grin already forming. “Wait. Seriously?”

“Who?” Seungkwan demanded instantly, eyes wide, practically bouncing.

Y/N’s face was already flushed. “It was years ago! Doesn’t matter now.”

“It very much matters now,” Jeonghan declared, a devilish smile tugging at his lips. “Spill.”

All eyes zeroed in. Mingyu looked like he was holding back laughter. Hoshi was clutching DK’s arm dramatically.

Woozi, as usual, remained still, expression unreadable.

After a beat, Y/N gave in, exhaling sharply. “It was… Woozi.”

The silence stretched thin, seconds ticking by before the group erupted.

“You’re kidding!” Mingyu gasped, grinning like a kid at Christmas.

“WOOZI?!” Seungkwan practically shouted, eyes darting between Y/N and Woozi.

Even Joshua, usually the calmest, chuckled under his breath. “Didn’t see that coming.”

Woozi’s fingers paused on his drink. His gaze flickered briefly toward Y/N, surprise barely showing, but there in the slight crease of his brow.

“Me?” His voice was low, careful.

Y/N nodded quickly, rubbing the back of her neck. “Yeah. I mean… you were focused. Talented. Kinda intense. I was a new trainee; it felt impossible not to admire you.”

Jeonghan was cackling now, clapping Seungcheol on the back. “Of all people, Woozi! Our serious little producer.”

Minghao leaned forward, chin in his hand, studying both of them with amused interest.

Hoshi nudged Woozi. “Hyung, say something. Don’t act cool now.”

But Woozi only gave a faint, almost shy huff of laughter and looked back down at his hands. “Didn’t expect that.”

“Wait, wait,” Dino cut in eagerly. “You never noticed at all, hyung?”

Woozi shook his head slightly. “Not a clue.”

Seungkwan was already leaning conspiratorially toward Y/N. “Was it bad? Like, full-on crush? Daydreaming about him writing songs for you?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, face still burning. “It was short-lived, okay? We became family pretty fast.”

But it was too late; the teasing had begun.

The next few days were relentless.

Every time Y/N walked past Woozi during practice, someone would whistle. If they sat beside each other at lunch, someone would nudge the other members and grin knowingly.

Hoshi went as far as to label Woozi’s notebook with “Love Songs for Y/N” in thick marker one afternoon, earning himself a deadpan stare and a half-hearted shove.

Even Woozi, usually the one to avoid jokes at his own expense, seemed oddly… thoughtful.

It was subtle at first — the way he glanced up during breaks when Y/N was talking, how he lingered after practice when everyone else filtered out.

No one noticed right away.

Until one evening, after a particularly long rehearsal, Woozi approached her as she was tying her shoes.

“Hey,” he started, voice quieter than usual.

She looked up, slightly surprised. “What’s up?”

There was a pause. He hesitated, eyes flicking toward the empty studio door, as if checking no one was around.

“I’ve been thinking,” Woozi said slowly, “about what you said. The other night.”

She smiled awkwardly. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make things weird.”

He shook his head, then, almost imperceptibly, smiled.

“It’s not weird. Just… I never knew you saw me that way back then.”

She gave a half-hearted shrug, trying to brush it off. “It wasn’t a big deal.”

But Woozi didn’t look away.

“You know,” he added, voice soft, almost thoughtful, “I always thought you were the one who worked hardest out of all of us. Even back then. Maybe that’s why I wanted to write songs that fit you.”

Y/N blinked, caught off guard.

He glanced down, fingers fiddling slightly with the strap of his bag.

“Anyway,” Woozi continued, almost too casually, “I was wondering… coffee tomorrow?”

Her breath caught, just a little.

He didn’t wait for an immediate answer. “If you want.”

And with that, he slung his bag over his shoulder, giving her a faint smile before heading out of the room, leaving her sitting there, stunned.

By the time she made it back to the dorm that night, her phone buzzed with a message.

Woozi [11:48 PM]:

If you’re free. No pressure.

Across the dorm, laughter still echoed from the living room. She could hear Seungkwan and Jeonghan bickering about something trivial.

But for a moment, it felt like everything had quieted, the noise receding into the background.

A grin spread across her face as she typed back.

Y/N [11:49 PM]:

Yeah. I’m free.

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Soonyoung: Yours.

Woozi:

Woozi: …yeah, that would be pretty scary.

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Some idiot: "Why are you reading your own fic, that's shallow and stupid"

All fanfic writers and writers everywhere: "Who the fuck do you think I wrote it for?!"

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He just discovered women have period cramps

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a wonderful ao3 author note

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Honestly same, gotta combat the sadness with fantasy

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you read stuff on wattpad for shit and giggles where most of the fics there are reader-inserted ones written in 1st person pov where y/n is a barely legal white girl with blonde hair and blue “orbs” who’s so smol and fragile that she’s dependent entirely on this morally questionable guy who’s killing people for a living but for some reason happens to have a soft spot for her.

you read real actual literature on archive of our own where it’s two middle aged men, who are each other’s sworn enemies, with tragic past, trauma and strong homoerotic tension. and while they’ve made each other bleed, killed each other’s friends and loved ones out of jealousy / possessiveness, lied and betrayed and manipulated, the rawness, depth, complexity and slow burn will keep you up all night, haunt you during your day and possibly change your life forever. and also the sex isn’t just smut. the sex is poetry that puts Shakespeare to shame

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No matter how much you dislike your own writing, I promise you it’s better than AI

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subscribing to a fic isn’t enough I need the author to blast a bat signal into the night sky whenever they update

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Late-Night Secrets pt.2 | Seventeen x 14thMember | fluff

The next morning, Y/N woke up with a pounding headache and a dry throat. The world was spinning slightly, and for a few seconds, she just lay there, trying to piece together what had happened the night before.

Then it hit her.

The soju. The confessions. The members' reactions.

"Oh no," she groaned, pulling the blanket over her face.

But she barely had a second to process before her door swung open.

"Y/N!" Seungkwan's voice rang out, way too loud for her current state. "Rise and shine!"

"Go away," she mumbled, burrito-ing herself in her blanket.

"Oh, no, no, no," Joshua laughed, stepping inside. "You are not getting away that easily."

Hoshi and DK followed, looking far too excited for her liking.

"We have questions," Hoshi smirked, plopping down on her bed.

"And you," DK pointed at her dramatically, "have answers."

Y/N groaned again. "Can this wait until I’ve had breakfast?"

Seungcheol appeared in the doorway, arms crossed. "Nope. The moment you wake up, interrogation begins."

"This is harassment," she muttered, finally peeking out from under the blanket.

Mingyu grinned. "You did this to yourself, Miss 'I Might Be Talking to an Idol'."

Y/N sat up slowly, rubbing her temples. "I don’t even remember half of what I said."

"Oh, don’t worry," Woozi smirked. "We remember everything for you."

As Y/N forced herself out of bed and into the kitchen, the interrogation continued.

"Okay, just tell us who it is," Jeonghan pressed as she poured herself a glass of water.

"Yeah, it’s not that hard," Dino added.

"You’re making this more suspicious by avoiding it," Vernon chimed in.

She took a long sip before responding. "I genuinely don’t know what you guys are talking about."

Groans filled the room.

"Y/N!" Seungkwan whined. "Just tell us!"

"Are you talking to him right now?" Minghao asked, narrowing his eyes.

She glanced at her phone on the table, then quickly flipped it over. "Nope."

"Liar," Woozi muttered.

Hoshi suddenly gasped. "Wait, are you dating him already?!"

Y/N nearly choked on her water. "What?! No!"

"Then why won’t you tell us?" Joshua asked, crossing his arms.

"Because you guys are going to make a big deal out of it!" she protested.

"We make a big deal out of everything," DK pointed out. "This is nothing new."

Despite the members' relentless questioning, Y/N managed to avoid giving a straight answer. They eventually gave up—for now—and let her eat in peace.

The day passed by lazily, with everyone lounging in the dorm, watching movies, and playing games. Y/N was relieved that they had seemingly dropped the topic.

Until later that afternoon.

She was curled up on the couch, scrolling through her phone, when she got a message. As she read it, a small smile appeared on her lips.

That was a mistake.

"Who are you smiling at?" Jeonghan asked suspiciously.

Y/N immediately wiped the smile off her face. "No one."

"Oh, it’s definitely him," Mingyu grinned.

"She’s totally texting him right now!" Seungkwan gasped.

"Y/N, just tell us!" Hoshi begged. "Please, I’m suffering!"

"No," she said firmly.

Seungcheol sighed dramatically. "We’re going to keep asking until you tell us."

"Then I guess you’ll be asking forever," she shot back.

The members groaned collectively.

By evening, the members had grown desperate.

"Okay, let’s make a deal," Joshua said, sitting next to her. "If you tell us, we promise not to do anything dumb. No weird teasing, no public hints, nothing."

Y/N narrowed her eyes. "Do you mean it?"

"We promise!" Seungcheol nodded.

She sighed, staring at the hopeful (and extremely nosy) faces around her. "Fine. But if any of you do something stupid, I will personally make your lives miserable."

They all nodded eagerly.

She took a deep breath. "It’s Eric. From The Boyz."

Silence.

Then—

"WAIT, ERIC?!" DK nearly screamed.

"ERIC FROM THE BOYZ?!" Hoshi yelled.

"Oh my God," Seungkwan gasped, covering his mouth.

"I KNEW IT!" Mingyu exclaimed. "I had a feeling!"

"Wait, wait," Vernon interrupted. "Isn’t he older than you?"

Y/N rolled her eyes. "By like a year."

"Huh," Woozi said thoughtfully. "I just thought you’d only date someone your age."

"Same," Dino nodded.

"Well, surprise!" she said, crossing her arms. "Age doesn’t matter and it's only a year guys calm down. Like he isn't 10 years older than me realx."

"No, no, it’s fine," Seungcheol grinned. "We’re just… processing."

"So," Minghao smirked. "How did this happen?"

Y/N groaned. "Nope! That’s all you’re getting."

The members groaned in frustration, but Y/N just smiled, finally relieved that the secret was out.

"Fine," Seungkwan huffed. "But if you guys ever go public, we’re telling the world that we knew first."

Y/N laughed. "Deal."

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Hii! I'm a big fan. I don't know if requests are opened or not but can I request for the 14th member of seventeen who is the maknae. Can you make one where seventeen reacts when y/n is uncomfortable as hell by a short dress the stylist gave her at an awards show. Maybe they will give her their blazers or do something? Can you pleaseeee make it

Black Dress | Seventeen x 14thMember | fluff

Y/N adjusted her bracelet, taking a deep breath before stepping out of the dressing room. She hesitated for a second, her hands gripping the hem of the dress that felt far too short for her comfort. The outfit—a tight, black strapless dress that hugged her figure—was undeniably stylish, but it left her feeling exposed. Her collarbones and shoulders were fully visible, and the length barely reached mid-thigh.

As soon as she stepped out, the lively conversation among the members died down. The air shifted, their eyes drawn to her outfit. Mingyu, who had been mid-laugh, stopped abruptly, his eyebrows knitting together. Jeonghan’s usual mischievous smirk was replaced with a skeptical frown. Seungcheol, always protective, folded his arms and took a step forward.

“Y/N…” Joshua was the first to speak, his voice gentle but laced with concern. “Isn’t your dress a bit too short?”

Y/N forced a smile, though her hands continued to fidget with the fabric. “The stylists said I have to wear it.”

A chorus of disapproving noises erupted from the group.

“They said you have to wear it?” Woozi repeated, his eyebrows raising in disbelief.

“That’s ridiculous.” Wonwoo’s voice was calm, but the way he clenched his jaw gave away his displeasure.

Seungkwan, ever expressive, made a face. “Do they not know you hate dresses like this?”

During the awards show, Y/N started to feel increasingly uncomfortable. She noticed lingering stares from the audience, her skin prickling under their gazes. She shifted in her seat, wrapping her arms around herself in an attempt to feel less exposed.

The members noticed her discomfort immediately. Seungcheol’s sharp eyes scanned the crowd and caught sight of a male idol staring at Y/N. His expression darkened, and without a second thought, he took off his blazer and draped it over her shoulders.

Y/N looked up at him in surprise, but he only gave her a small reassuring nod. “You looked cold,” he murmured, though they both knew that wasn’t the real reason.

Another member, Wonwoo, noticing what had just happened, started glancing around the venue. His gaze landed on another table where a folded blanket lay unused. Without hesitation, he stood up, made his way over, and returned with the blanket. He gently laid it over Y/N’s legs, shielding her from any further unwelcome attention.

As the night progressed, the members remained vigilant. They exchanged glances, silently communicating their protectiveness over their youngest member. Y/N could feel their presence surrounding her, grounding her amidst the overwhelming atmosphere of the event.

When the awards show finally ended, the group prepared to leave. The moment they stepped outside, the bright flashes of paparazzi cameras greeted them. The members instinctively closed ranks around Y/N, shielding her from prying eyes.

As they reached the van, Hoshi positioned himself right behind Y/N, sensing the risk of an unfortunate wardrobe mishap with all the flashing cameras. Without a second thought, he pulled off his blazer and held it in front of her, acting as a barrier so that no invasive pictures could be taken while she climbed into the vehicle.

Y/N, touched by the gesture, turned to look at him. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Hoshi simply gave her a reassuring smile. “Always.”

With her members surrounding her protectively, Y/N finally felt safe, knowing that no matter what, Seventeen would always have her back.

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Under Pressure | idol!S.coups x idol!reader | 14th svt member reader | tw! Eating disorder | angst,fluff

Filming for Going Seventeen was supposed to be fun. The members laughed, played games, and joked around, but Y/N was struggling to keep up the act. Her body felt heavy, her stomach twisted in hunger, and her head pounded.

She knew she wasn’t supposed to eat anything during the shoot, at least not the snacks that weren’t part of her meal plan. But when she saw the others enjoying the cookies and chips laid out on the table, she couldn’t resist.

She reached for a cookie and took a small bite, the sweet taste instantly comforting her.

But the comfort didn’t last.

“Y/N.”

She froze as a staff member appeared beside her, their voice sharp enough to cut through the chatter in the room.

“What are you doing?”

Y/N quickly placed the cookie down, her heart racing.

“I—I was just—”

Before she could finish, the staff member snatched the cookie out of her hand.

“You know you can’t have this,” they hissed, leaning in closer so only she could hear. “What were you thinking?”

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as a few of the members glanced in their direction.

Seungcheol, who had been sitting just a few seats away, immediately straightened up. His eyes locked onto the staff member, and his jaw tensed.

He puffed out his chest slightly, a subtle but clear warning.

The staff member seemed to sense the shift and hesitated before reluctantly placing the cookie back on the table in front of her.

But Y/N couldn’t bring herself to eat it. Her appetite was gone, replaced by shame and guilt.

Seungcheol kept glancing her way, his brows furrowed, but she avoided his gaze.

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The moment filming ended, Y/N slipped away to the dressing room, hoping to pull herself together before anyone noticed.

But she wasn’t alone for long.

“What the hell was that out there?” the staff member snapped as they shut the door behind them.

Y/N flinched, pressing herself against the makeup chair.

“I—I just took one bite,” she stammered.

“And that’s enough to ruin everything! Do you know how much pressure we’re under to make sure you look perfect? And you’re shoving cookies in your mouth during a shoot?”

Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes as she tried to explain.

“I felt dizzy,” she whispered. “I was scared I’d faint—”

“No excuses!” the staff barked. “You need to get yourself under control. Do you want people talking about how you’ve let yourself go?”

Outside the room, Jeonghan paused as he overheard the harsh words. His eyes narrowed, and without hesitating, he turned and sprinted down the hall.

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Seungcheol was in the waiting room when Jeonghan burst through the door.

“Hyung, you need to come now.”

Seungcheol shot up from his chair.

“What happened?”

“It’s Y/N,” Jeonghan said breathlessly. “The staff is yelling at her. It’s bad, hyung.”

Seungcheol didn’t waste a second. He stormed out of the room, his strides long and purposeful.

When he reached the dressing room, he didn’t bother knocking—he threw the door open so hard it slammed against the wall.

“What the hell is going on here?!”

Both Y/N and the staff member jumped.

“S-Seungcheol-ssi—”

“Don’t,” Seungcheol snapped, stepping further into the room.

Y/N sat frozen in her chair, her face streaked with tears.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Seungcheol’s voice was low but filled with anger.

“She—she was eating during the shoot—”

“And?!” Seungcheol’s voice rose, making the staff member flinch.

“She knows the rules—”

“No.” He cut them off sharply. “The only thing I see here is you abusing your position and tearing her down. Do you think I’m going to let that slide?”

The staff tried to speak, but Seungcheol took another step forward.

“You don’t get to talk to my members like this. Ever. If you have an issue, you bring it to me. Not her.”

The staff paled.

“You’re done here,” Seungcheol said firmly. “If I hear one more word about this, I’ll make sure the company knows every detail.”

The staff quickly mumbled an apology before slipping out of the room.

Seungcheol turned back to Y/N, his expression softening as he knelt in front of her.

“Hey,” he said gently, brushing a tear off her cheek. “It’s okay now. They’re gone.”

Y/N finally broke, collapsing into his arms.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “I promise I’ve got you.”

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The ride back to the dorms was silent.

Once inside, Y/N followed Seungcheol into his room, her nerves eating away at her.

“Are you mad at me?” she asked hesitantly.

Seungcheol turned to face her, his expression soft but serious.

“No, I’m not mad,” he said.

“Then why won’t you talk to me?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m disappointed,” he admitted.

Y/N’s stomach dropped.

“In me?”

“No,” he said quickly. “I’m disappointed that you didn’t tell me what was going on.”

Tears welled up in her eyes again.

“I didn’t want to be a burden,” she whispered.

Seungcheol stepped closer, taking her hands.

“You’re not a burden,” he said firmly. “Not to me, not to anyone else. You’re part of this team, Y/N. And more than that… you’re mine. I’m not going to let anyone treat you like that again.”

Y/N broke down again, and Seungcheol pulled her into his arms.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Always.”

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The next day, Seungcheol followed through on his promise.

He filed a formal complaint against the staff member, and the other members especially Jeonghan backed him up without hesitation.

Y/N’s schedule was adjusted, and the strict diet rules were eased.

But more importantly, Seungcheol made sure she never felt alone again.

He brought her snacks during practice, forced her to take breaks, and reminded her constantly that she didn’t have to be perfect.

And slowly, Y/N began to feel like herself again.

She still had bad days—days where the pressure felt overwhelming.

But on those days, Seungcheol was there to remind her that she was never in this alone.

Because no matter what, he would always be her biggest supporter.