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sugar and cigarettes (preview)

a/n: this is turning out longer than i expected so i’m just posting a preview today! i’m going to post an uploading schedule for my fics later tonight 

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Beomgyu remembered the first time he met you. You’d moved into the house next to his when you were sixteen years old and not a week after he’d watched you hobble into your house with moving boxes in hand, your family was throwing a party to get to know the neighborhood.

He thought it was weird when his parents first told him about the party. What kind of a family throws their own welcoming party? The answer to that question was soon answered when he walked through the front doors of your home. The first thing his eyes landed on when your parents invited him in was the giant family portrait hanging on the wall. Everyone was all dressed up in the picture and in all honesty it would hav been cute if it was smaller but instead, the size made it seem narcissistic. The second thing he noticed as he followed your parents towards the living room was the showcase full of strawberry ornaments and figures.

Wow. He couldn’t help but think. Tacky

The third thing he noticed was you. Among the grandeur of your home and the stiff politeness of your parents, you stood out like a sore thumb. You’d looked as if you’d just woken up from a nap and walked straight downstairs to the couch, where you were scrolling through your phone screen.

“Y/N,” He didn’t miss the uncomfortable threatening tone that left your father’s lips as she stared you down, “Honey you haven’t changed into your party clothes,”

“Dad, I was taking care of the twins all day. There’s no way I’m going to change into jeans now,” You didn’t even look up from your phone as you spoke, “Besides, they aren’t in their party clothes either,”

“They’re five years old,” Your mother rolled her eyes before turning back to Beomgyu and his parents, “I apologize for my daughter Y/N. She’s in her rebellious phase,”

“It’s no problem,” His mother spoke back with a nervous laugh, “Beomgyu is the same age so understand how things can be,”

“I’m sure your son is the same as her then,”

“We just had to be the first ones here,” His father sarcastically murmured, making sure that only Beomgyu heard him.

As guests started to arrive to the house, Beomgyu found himself sitting next to you on the couch, hands in his lap as he awkwardly glanced around the living room. All the other adults in the neighborhood seemed to have left their kids at home and Beomgyu couldn’t help but wish his parents had let him stay home too. He’d finally updated his League of Legends and was looking forward to playing ARAM with Yeonjun. That honestly sounded a lot more appealing than having to watch Mr. Lee from down the street unsuccessfully flirt with Ms. Jung.

“Regretting coming along?” Beomgyu head whipped towards you at the sound of the question.

“No, of course not,” He shook his head, trying to be polite since he was in your home.

“You don’t have to lie,” You sighed before stretching out your legs, “This is a shitty party but,” He noticed the glint in your eyes as you carefully scanned the room, “I know what could make it more fun,”

“What?” His brows furrowed as the excitement in your tone, finding it to be a small cause for worry.

“You’re not a killjoy or anything right?” You raised a brow.

“What?” This time he was more taken aback by your words.

Why did you need to ask that?

“Just come on,” You snickered before taking hold of his hand and pulling him to the back door, “Mom, I’m going to show Beomgyu the waterfall,” Your announcement warranted no response from your mother and soon Beomgyu found himself  exposed to the cold, crisp air outside.

“Be careful not to step on a frog,” You mumbled nonchalantly, “Since no one’s used the pool in so long a bunch of them come out at night,”

“You’re kidding right?” Beomgyu grimaced as his eyes fell onto the ground. The last thing he needed right now was the death of an amphibian on his hands - or rather his shoes.

“No,” You shrugged, chuckling as you gestured him to follow you behind the waterfall rocks, “But I mean, if you have eyes you should be fine,”

“What are we doing anyways?” He sighed, making sure to walk slowly to avoid any accidents.

“Well, Mr. Neighbor,” You smiled triumphantly as you glanced around the backyard, scouting for any adults that may have wandered out. Once you were sure there were none, Beomgyu had to watch as you shoved your hands into your hoodie pocket before pulling out a lighter and a cigarette.

“I found a pack of these in my dad’s office upstairs and I swiped one,” You watched Beomgyu’s expression carefully, trying to gauge his opinion on the suggestion.

“You smoke?” Beomgyu blinked.

“Well, No” You shrugged, “I was going to try it tonight…I mean all the kids in the movies do it so I wanted to see what the big fuss was about,”

“Well that’s….that’s fair I guess?” Beomgyu wasn’t sure what to say. He knew he didn’t want to smoke that. Just the smell of a cigarette  was enough to make him turned off to the idea.

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” You seemed o notice the reluctance on his expression and Beomgyu swore there was relief washing over him at his words.

“Can you light this for me?” You handed him the lighter before holding out the cigarette. Beomgyu could only sigh as he did as you asked, allowing the fire of the lighter cast a warm glow onto your faces for just a second before he lit the cigarette. It only took a few seconds for the smell to travel to your noses and it was almost enough for Beomgyu to decide he was going to avoid you after tonight. When you were hesitating to put the cigarette to your lips and grimacing at the burning stick, however, he was putting off that thought.

“Okay, No,” You shook your head before dropping the cigarette and stomping it out, “No, no no. That smelled like death,”

“I thought you wanted to be like the kids in the movies,” Beomgyu snickered at how quick you were to put out the cigarette, finding it both surprising and interesting. That was like a total switch up from thirty seconds ago.

“Shut up,” You frowned before leaning against the back of the rocks, “I thought it would be cool….or piss off my parents. Either way it seemed like a good idea,”

“Yeah, no offense but your parents have some…strong personalities,” Beomgyu chuckled before following your example.

“That’s putting it nicely,” You shook your head, “They’re insane”

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cute gender neutral things to call ur partner

significant annoyance

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ME

I hear a lot of people bitching that they can’t leave kudos multiple times per story, or can’t leave kudos on every chapter, or whatever.

Well, take a page out of this marvelous book, because I swear I’ve never been so happy to receive kudos as waking up to multiple people having done this on multiple chapters on a story I just posted.

The bar just got raised, folks.

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Apprehension

part one

  Apprehension. noun noun: apprehension; plural noun: apprehensions anxiety or fear that something bad or unpleasant will happen. > word count: 1k

tw//: mention of probable panic attack, hate speech genderfluid reader x kai huening note: I am genderfluid, and i experience these feelings (slight dysporia) if you are genderfluid and do not experience these, please don’t bash me as everyone feels differently. also, there’s a HUGE lack of lgbtqia + content in the x reader world (especially non fem readers) so i thought i’d make this blog. ~~ “Evie?” The voice of your boyfriend calling you got you out of your thoughts. You turned to him, tilting your head. “Yes, Kai?” “It’s your turn to draw a card.” He said, shifting his position on the couch. You looked down at your hands, the uno cards specifically saying you had to draw one. You swallowed, shooting him a goofy forced smile. “You’re right-” You chuckle, drawing one. Draw Four. “You’re like in another planet-” He giggles, putting a card down. Sighing internally, you agree with him. You feel like you’re in another planet, and from another one as well. “I guess.” -- “Are you okay going back home now? I don’t want you driving home so late, I’m sure the guys will understand you staying over-” Kai commented, concerned with you being out so late. You shoot him a look, slipping on your shoes at the entrance of the dorm. “Hyuka. I’ll be fine, I only live half an hour away-” He sighs, wrapping his arms around you as you’re bent over from tying your shoes. “I know-” he whines, pouting. “I just don’t want you to go, I’ve barely seen you-” You swallow, chuckling nervously as you try to get him off you. “But we see each other so often-” Lies. You’ve been ignoring him. Kai does a bigger pout, crossing his arms. “No. Evie, I miss you.” Putting on your sweater, you shoot him a pitiful look. “Kai, you know i’m still in school. You already finished, and you know how high school is-” You sigh, poking his lip. “Lose that pout, baby.” He stops pouting and uncrosses his arms. “I know. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be up your ass like that.” You shoot him a small smile, pecking his cheek, though guilt eats you away inside. “It’s okay. You know I love you.” He blushes slightly. “I know. Have a safe trip back home.” “Tell the boys I’m sad I missed them being home-” You hum, opening the door and blowing Kai a  kiss. “I will, bye~” He blows you one back, closing the door once you slip out and locks it. -- The second you get into your car you rip off your shirt, tearing away at your bra and throwing it to the back, breathing heavily as you take a hair elastic and tie up your hair, high up and out of the way. Still trying to catch your breath, you drive away and stop a few blocks away from the dorms, praying in your mind that you don’t get a panic attack here in the car. You put the car in park, shakily leaning across the driver’s seat to reach the glove compartment- opening it quickly and taking out a piece of clothing. Shrugging it on with some difficulty and wincing in pain as it scratches against a cut, you finally have your binder on- sighing with relief and passing your hand over your chest to feel how flat it is. You pull on your sweater, the feeling of panic starting to subside. Taking out a hat and tucking your long hair under it, you sigh happily. A sound from your phone startles you, grabbing it quickly to see who texted you.

Hyuka <3 Are you home yet? >3< A small cute chuckle leaves your lips, quickly texting back. Me No not yet, I just got into the car ten minutes ago xD Me dummy >w< Your phone buzzes again and you smile. Hyuka <3 Ohh :’> okayyy Hyuka <3 Text me when you get home, okay baby? :< Me Ofc, you silly. ilysm <33

You toss your phone into the back, switching on the radio and blinking when it starts to play Cavetown.

“Are you fucking..” You hold back a laugh. “How fitting.”

Jamming out to Lemon Boy, you drive back home, texting Kai when you get there.

--

The next day, you’re dressed the same. Except this time, the skinny jeans are replaced with loose ones you stole from your guy friend (which one of all of them? You have so many people would start to think you’re a hoe) and the girly sweater is replaced with a System Of a Down longsleeve- it tucked into your jean with rolled cuffs, because yes- you’re bisexual.

Making your way down your apartment building, you’re calmly vibing to some music playing in your earbuds when you feel a tap of your shoulder.

Turning around, you remove your earbuds to look at the person who tapped you.

And once you see, you promptly freeze.

“E-evie?”

You can’t even form words.

YeoNjUn??????!!!!?!?!?!??!/1//1/1/1/1/

“I-”

He looks you up and down and you shrivel inside. He’s judging you. He thinks you’re disgusting. He-

“Can we head up to your apartment to talk?” He asks softly, holding your shoulder. You close your eyes, pocketing your buds slowly.

“Okay.” You reply, quiet and panicking- though leading him up to your apartment.

--

The minute you close the door behind you, you blurt. “I can explain, um- this-”

Yeonjun takes a deep breath. “Okay, because I was hoping you would. Evie- are you transgender?”

You turn red. “NO-” you say a bit harshly, and Yeonjun flinches slightly. You clear your throat.

“I um- I’m not trans…” You say clearer, though the anxiety in your chest rises. “I’m uh-”

“I’m genderfluid?” It comes out like a question.

Confusion is written all over Yeonjun’s face. “You’re whaT?”

Your heart drops. You didn’t expect him to react like this. You knew he knew what it was. “Genderfluid.” You repeat, quieter.

Yeonjun looks away, disbelief in his voice. “Wow. So you’ve been lying to Kai all this time?” You flush. “What? No! Yeonjun-” you step forward, but Yeonjun steps back, looking at you weird.

“Don’t try to excuse yourself, Evie. What the hell?” He winces. “I get trans people but- genderfluid? Evie, the fuck?”

You feel like you’ve been punched in your gut. Yeonjun, one of your bestest friends- why is he acting like this?

“Yeonjun, please try to understand-”

“I’m not. You’re a fucking weirdo.” He spits, pushing past you and running out. You turn, staring at him as he exits.

You’re in shock.

This is not how you wanted to come out.

But then you realize- you realize Yeonjun could tell Kai.

You’ve never talked about the LGBTQ+ community with Kai.

They’ve never mentioned it in their careers- their music, anything.

You don’t even know if your boyfriend supports it.

Heck, your own boyfriend doesn’t even know you’re bisexual.

You drop on your couch, sitting in shock.

What’s going to happen now?? And again, you feel like you’re going to have a panic attack.

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onceshot coming you way, humans

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I fucking cried

april story - kang taehyun

Summary: He was the one that got away.

Word Count: 3.3k

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so one thing that really irks me is also the lack of neutrality on some x reader stories. Like kskdkjdjs this makes me feel invalid as a fan 😭😭😭I write my own stuff yes but T^T

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aHaAa I want to write SO baD but my ass literally CAN'T SMDMJRJEEBD

I want to try and upload smth today tho, it's going to be hard but I want to actually stick to something for once xD

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>3< I tried my best hehe

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One shot based on an rp I have with someone (soobin x oc)

She was torn.

She was torn between finally saying fuck it and dating Soobin, or not dating him.

Why would anyone choose the other option? I mean, who wouldn't date the wonderful Soobin Choi?

Jax mother fucking Marino.

She was crazy.

"But," she constantly told herself. "Soobin is way above your level. You don't compare to him. For Christ's sake Jax, you were evicted from your measly apartment. Why does he even like a nutjob like yourself-"

And it normally continued until she made herself depressed.

I mean, they'd talked about this before. When they confessed to each other, Jax had taken the initiative and telling him first. She knew he liked her, and he knew she liked him. They'd never said anything, though- until that day after certain events happened.

She told him she didn't want to date at the moment, and he respected her decision, promising to wait as long as she needed time.

Not that it made everything complicated now.

There was a growing feeling in her stomach, a nervousness and uncomfortableness that enveloped her the second she saw Soobin. Was that normal? She knew it wasn't, yet decided to never tell anyone about it.

It wasn't him- he was such a sweet guy, caring and gentle.

It was her.

Her, her, her.

Jax and her fucked up, traumatized, and just plain messed up mind.

That's the one thing she was afraid of Soobin finding out.

Though they'd liked each other for years (and I mean since she was in ninth grade, they were now both on their mid twenties) she'd never told him about her mind.

Her mind was a scary thing. And many daily reminders never made her forget, or get over it.

And now as she thought all of this, her phone rang. Soobin had been calling for some time now.

She ignored it though.

She wasn't scared of Soobin.

She was scared of commitment.

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If you want to write, don't think twice!! Go for it

who-

but thank you 👉👈

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I think I might make this acc for TXT writing + smut once in a while, I really want to write rn hhhh

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I'm kinda torn because I love reading smut just-

it's so hard to write gender neutral smut but-

I really wish there was gender neutral smut

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When I tell you I screeched

he loves me, he loves me not | c.sb

pairings: choi soobin x reader, some choi yeonjun x reader genre: college!txt, best friend!soobin, best friends to lovers trope, reader is pretty blind to soobin’s obvious feelings for her, you’re going to be team soobin 100% of the time summary: in which your best friend soobin tries to help you get your mutual friend yeonjun to like you back, despite the fact that he’s in love with you word count: 9.9k i got really carried away oops  requested: by anon 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

You can still remember the first time Soobin introduced you to Yeonjun. During your and Soobin’s first year of college, Yeonjun and Soobin had met in their dance class and immediately clicked. Yeonjun had been a sophomore at the time; he was a year older than you and Soobin, and the dictionary definition of perfect. You were convinced that if you opened any dictionary to the word, a picture of Yeonjun’s handsome face, thick lips, and bright eyes would appear on the page. Topped off with the sweetest smile in the whole wide world, and a gorgeous everything, you were instantly infatuated with Soobin’s new friend.

Soobin had been surprised when you and Yeonjun hit it off so well instantly; you often took time to really befriend people apart from Soobin, but you and Yeonjun shared a similar sense of humour and enjoyed being loud and boisterous the point that Soobin felt second-hand embarrassed around the two of you. And yet something about the way you gazed at Yeonjun had made this experience of his two closest friends getting along bittersweet.

You liked Yeonjun. The same way you liked Park Seonghwa in high school, when Soobin would have to watch you stare at the older boy during lunchtime when you were supposed to be finishing your math homework.

Since Soobin had observed your behaviour when you had a crush many times before – having been your best friend in the whole wide world since preschool – he could tell the signs easily. Even two years after knowing Yeonjun, your eyes still lit up with excitement every time you saw him. Your gaze would be glued to the older boy the whole time he was around, paying careful attention to his expression and hanging on to every word that came out of his mouth. Soobin could see you smiling at Yeonjun any time you thought nobody was looking at you; you would smile at him as if you were seeing an angel for the first time and you wanted to capture the image in your mind forever.

It made Soobin’s chest ache.

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Don't mind me I'm just crying

[11:25 am] soobin grabs a box of crackers from the top shelf of the pantry with ease, reminding you of just how tall he is. now that you’re thinking about it though, the realization that, though he’s pressed his lips to your crown many, many times, you’ve never kissed the top of your boyfriend’s head, hits you. 

you want to change that. 

before soobin can sit down next to you on the couch, you call out, stopping him.

“stay right there!”

he freezes, his eyes widening automatically in confusion, followed by them squinting in worry. nonetheless, he doesn’t move. 

“wha -” he begins, but you brush his question aside with a hurried flourish of your hands, barreling past him - evidently in search of something. soobin realizes that nothing is wrong, per se, and that you’ve just had a realization of your own. 

“a-ha!’

a smile graces his face at your excited exclamation as he waits for you to emerge with what you’d been looking for. he can’t help but feel slightly excited himself, writing it off as a byproduct of how much he loves you. 

still, he can’t help the confused “wait, what?” that drops from his lips automatically at the sight of you - back from whichever room you’d been in - setting a step-stool down beside him. 

you still don’t deign to respond, instead getting up on the top step. soobin gently places a hand on your waist, making sure to keep you steady. he places the box of crackers in his other hand on a ledge near him just in case. you place a hand on his shoulder, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head. 

he laughs once he feels your lips against the his scalp, everything suddenly becoming crystal clear. before you can say anything, soobin wraps both arms around you and lifts you off of the stool, spinning you through the air to place you gently on the floor. 

“my turn.” he grins, pressing a feather-light kiss of his own to your hair. 

“now,” he says, leaning over you to grab the box he’d gotten earlier. “it’s my turn to pick the movie tonight.”