#୨⎯ “angst” ⎯୧

[i05wook]

dating nishimura riki

pairing: idol! niki x gn! reader

genre: fluff, romance, idol au, strangers to friends au, friends to lovers au

summary: what i think dating idol! nishimura riki would be like

wc: 1k+ 😭

author’s notes: until i can get over my silly little writers block, i shall be writing these little headcanons for all of the enhypen boys!! i have already posted heeseung and jungwon’s on these links!!

🧋forbidden love

🧋love at first sight

🧋niki was asked by hybe to run a dance workshop for some of the newer trainees to participate in

🧋when he entered the practice room for the workshop, there was something unexplainable about you that drew niki towards you

🧋that day, despite the workshop being for a fair amount of trainees, niki could only focus on you

🧋the passion of becoming an idol under hybe was visible in your eyes, and it only reminded niki of his sisters

🧋after the workshop, there was some free time between him being picked up for his next schedule, and the trainees next class, so niki decided to entertain questions from the group about becoming an idol.

🧋after everyone had started filing out of the practice room, niki asked if he could speak with you - of course you were nervous!! why would one of your seniors want to speak to you??

🧋it turns out that he was really impressed with your engagement in the workshop and how quick you managed to adjust to everything despite only recently joining the company

🧋he also wanted to get your number to arrange more dance sessions when the pair of you were free, so “he could give you pointers on being more fluid when dancing” - were his exact words when you ask why

🧋ofc, as soon as he gets back to the dorms, he pulls both jake and jungwon in to a different room away from the rest of the boys to tell them all about you

🧋both boys encourage him to text you asking to hang for a dance session and maybe even grab some food from the convenience store or canteen

🧋in his head he spends hours planning what he wanted to message you

🧋of course who could turn down THE Nishimura Riki!!

🧋the dance session with niki was so incredibly useful but also really fun!! throughout the day; he gave you some helpful tips to increase the fluidity between moves. he even taught you some more enhypen choreographies that you didn’t know!!

🧋the time you both spent together that day (despite being short), allowed for an amazing friendship to flourish between you both

🧋in fact the bond between you was so strong, whenever you both met up, you always left the encounter with huge grins on both of your faces

🧋this went on for months until the boys went on a small camping holiday together - no camera crews, no filming, nothing - just a trip where they could be themselves

🧋even though they weren’t filming, they still did all the activities as if they were (im think of so so fun here!!)

🧋when the boys sat around the campfire, they all began talking about the past few months until niki told the boys of his true feelings for you

🧋of course the boys weren’t shocked in the slightest, they could tell how happy you made him, he never shut up about you on the evenings after you had met up

🧋his feelings however were slowly crossing over in to his idol life though

🧋on a live one day, engene asked him if he had an ideal type, and he replied to them describing you to a t

🧋management however became very apprehensive of this… there seemed to be to confident of an answer from niki, suggesting that maybe he was seeing someone - which for some stupid reason they were not allowed to

🧋management called a meeting with niki the next day to discuss the live and all of the possible outcomes - they came to the decision that niki was no longer allowed to hold these workshops for trainees or go to unofficial schedules without a manager present

🧋that same night, when niki got home to the dorms, he looked distraught. he headed straight to his room, slamming the door shut and he did not resurface for the rest of the evening

🧋the next morning he was somehow in an even fouler mood than the night before, snapping at all of the boys over some of the most trivial things

🧋eventually, when he snapped at heeseung, heeseung snapped back

🧋when heeseung asked why he was acting the way he was, niki spilt everything - how he met you, how he met up with you a minimum of once a week, how he had developed a crush on you, and finally how he had now been unofficially banned from seeing you again

🧋this was the first time heeseung had seen niki cry, but he also agreed that you both needed some closure at least until you could see each other again

🧋niki sent you one last text explaining everything that had happened

🧋when you received the messages from niki, you ran to the practice room where you’d spent countless hours together messing around

🧋in said cupboard, there was a bag, and inside it was a letter, what looked like a book, and a small box.

🧋when you took out the book, you realised it was a scrapbook full of photos you had taken together, and even some candid photos of you that riki had taken in the mirror

🧋inside the box was a small but delicate silver ring with a tiny heart, which niki described in his letter, that it was a promise ring

🧋he was promising you that, as soon as the ban was over, he would be yours, as long as you were his.

🧋6 months. 6 months it took until you made your debut, and niki’s unofficial ban ended and on the week of your debut, your group were to film some content with enhypen

🧋when the content was released, fans noticed the chemistry between you and niki, and loved it!!

🧋eventually the agency realised how good the chemistry was between you both and how fans loved your interactions, deciding to arrange for you both to film more content together

🧋after a couple months, both you and niki when to the management to tell them of your feelings for each other, and luckily for you, they agreed to let you date

requests: open

permanent taglist: @bambisgirl @enhacolor @acaiasahi @duolingofanaccount @hyukapufff

[astreids]

what could i have said to raise you from the dead !!!

alternatively — ☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩ they hope to find you in every universe after this one.

jujutsu kaisen characters — ♡⊹°˖➴💌

warnings — ⋆｡°✩ the reader is dead !!!!!!! everyone is sad. mention of death (obv). all the pretty boys are sad. language.

author's note — ⋆｡°✩ this made me cry 😭😭😭 i hope u like :)

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[flor4de4amor]

𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐮𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞!

you’re abby’s favorite bartender at her favorite dive bar. she doesn’t take to kindly to people disrespecting her best girl.

warnings: alcohol is mentioned + slight violence

click for palestine! read before engaging with my acc+work

Abby is a regular at your bar. Well, regular is a kind way to put it. At this point, she lives in the dive bar. She’s head over heels for you but has decided obnoxious flirting every happy hour, and a sliver of your attention will suffice. 

Her routine is simple:

Order a beer. From her favorite bartender of course. If anyone offers to serve her it’s deny, deny, deny. She can only accept alcoholic content from her best girl.

Shoot some darts, play some pool, chugging contest. Blah, blah, blah. It’s only fun if she sees you sneaking glances from your station, shooting you a wink while she engages with her team. She likes seeing how flustered she can get you with a thin-lipped smile and wink alone. And the answer is very flustered.

Once she’s seen you steal enough glances, it’s time to go back to the bar and bother you. Sure, order another drink. But, also, flirt with the gorgeous girl serving her. Is that a new shirt? Your hair looks so pretty tonight. She loves the necklace you’re wearing, situated real well between your tits. 

Then stay on the barstool, all night, up until she’s one of the last patrons in the bar. Even though,  she’s gotta be up running drills quite soon after your shift ends. But it’s worth it. If she can make you laugh at least once.

Every time. Without fail. That’s Abby’s routine, and tonight was no different. 

Well, except for the fact that there was some asshole bothering you while you worked. Doesn’t he know that’s her job? Only she can bother you, she’s the only one who does it right. Besides, you looked annoyed while he was talking to you. You never looked annoyed when Abby flirted. Always brushing your fingers on her bicep, giggling as she flexed, giving her a hard time for flinching after a shot. You relished in her attention even. You looked like you wanted to throw up while this guy was talking to you. Abby personally, wants to throw him a punch. Instead, she rolls her eyes and fiddles with the toothpick between her teeth, before calling you over to her. The night’s still early, maybe he’ll back off. She hasn't gotten her slice of your attention yet, so she refuses to let that be cut short. 

“Hey, princess!” She uses a hand motion towards you. Your face lights up as you walk towards her freckled face. You hadn't spoken many words to her all night. It was a relief to see the pilot in her designated stool. 

You throw your towel over your shoulder and place your hands on your hips. “How can I help you, Captain Anderson?” Your tongue pokes between your lips, a coy smile protruding.

Abby rolls her eyes. “I hate when you call me that.” She sighs playfully, “I only let my favorite bartenders call me Abby y’know.” 

You place your hand over your heart, flinching, “Silly me thinking I was the only one.” 

Abby whistles lowly at you. “None of them are half as pretty as you, baby.” She watches as you turn your head to the side shyly. She’s already got you flustered and the night’s just begun. She hasn’t even started throwing darts and flexing muscles with her squad yet.

It’s your turn to roll your eyes now. “Promise?” you flirt shamelessly, curious as to what she’ll say.

“Scout’s honor princess,” she kisses three of her fingers and holds them up.

You laugh at her actions. Only Abby can have you laughing at work. In a sticky bar, tight shirt, and light hangover still cascading over you. “Okay, Abby,” You say her name sickeningly sweet. She almost bends over to her knees. “What can I get you tonight?” She smiles, tapping the paper coaster on the countertop, pretending to think. “I’m gonna go with the usual tonight babe.”

You smile, “Boring but expected.” You go to grab a glass and fill it up with ice as a deep baritone fills your ears. “Princess,” the man calls. This new customer was evidently, not privy to the unspoken rules of the bar. He winks at Abby expecting some comradery from a nickname alone. As if friendships are built off disrespecting women. 

You cringe at the nickname and don’t reply. Your legs only move to that call when it’s your favorite captain calling you.

“Oh c’mon don’t be that way.” The man continues. “What? You want a different nickname?” Abby’s jaw is clenched so tightly, that she's sure her molars have cracked. She’s clenching her fist to the point that the white of her knuckles is apparent. 

“She doesn’t respond to that,” Abby replies to the asshole. “She’s got a name.” This man is new sure, but definitely an idiot. He’s choosing to continue squaring off with the Abby Anderson. You know better. You wouldn't disrespect her even with all the alcohol in the world flooding your system. You’ve seen her in a bar fight. She’s never lost.  

“What is this your girlfriend?” He laughs drunkenly. “I mean I’m into that sort of thing,” he snorts to himself. “Why don’t you give us all a little kiss?” He continues chuckling like he’s some world-class comedian. Though, Abby doesn’t seem to find him funny. 

She runs her hand over her face. She looks at you for a moment. “Princess,” she leans in whispering, “How many bar fights in me until you said I was banned?”

You lean closer to her, whispering back, “I don’t think I’m allowed to ban the champ.” Smiling cheekily at her. She winks and clicks her tongue. That’s all she needs as reassurance to kick this guy’s ass.

She gets up from the stool, walking closer to him. Though Abby oozes dominance, when she’s standing over you it’s hard not to shit your pants. She places her hands square atop this guy’s shoulders. “I’m gonna give you just one chance to apologize to my pretty girl or else you’re gonna be banned.” 

The man brandishes off a drunk grin that’s missing two front teeth. “Ban? Me? Ban me? Nah.”

Abby rolls her eyes, “So that’s a no?” She doesn’t even give the guy a chance to answer before punching him straight in the jaw. “See someone else has had the common sense to knock two teeth from that ugly mug of yours, what’s a few more?” She mutters to herself.  There’s slight commotion, but it dies down quickly with the rest of Abby’s aviator squad coming quickly behind her. Beers still in hand, foam coating a few mustaches they ask her what happened. She wrings out her hand, “Go take his picture for the wall of shame and dump him outside.” She huffs, watching her lieutenants follow her orders.

Abby comes to sit by you in her same old worn-down barstool. She smiles as you give her a bag of ice for her hand. “What number fight is that?” You ask her softly and playfully.

“For you or in this bar?” She’s got that look in her eye, nothing but trouble.

You roll your eyes, “Don’t answer a question with a question.” You being to make the drink you never got to give the dirty blonde.

“You’re bossy tonight,” she muses, accepting the drink once you hand it to her, chugging quickly. “Fighting makes me thirsty she muses.”

You repress a smile, crossing your arms over your chest. “So Captain,” you drag out the tightly slightly. Watching as Abby raises her eyebrow at you.

“Princess,” she replies with an edge to her voice. 

“When’re you gonna bite the bullet and ask me out? Hasn’t total endless flirting with me gotten boring?” You lean against the bar top, cleavage spilling from your low-cut top. 

“How about now?” Abby works hard to make sure her eyes don’t come to your spillage. She works overtime in doing so even. It’s torturous.

You hum, “Beating up drinkies doesn’t count as a date you know?” You smile at her, propping your face against your hand.

“Our first date wouldn’t be here,” she smiles toothily. “If that’s the case, we’ve had plenty of dates while I sat in this barstool. We’re married even.” She grins at you.

Your tongue licks your lips, “Moving fast, aren’t you? Focus on the first date, Anderson.”

“Yeah get used to saying that last name, ‘cause it’ll be yours,” she clicks her tongue and winks at you. “How about I come to grab you this weekend? A nice dinner, me you, and no drunks up your ass.” 

“Does this mean I’ll finally be seeing you out of that old navy uniform Anderson?” Your smile captivates your face as you tease her. Only you would make fun of her while she’s trying to ask you out.

She rolls her eyes. “I don’t go home on the first date.” She teases, laughing softly, ‘cause it’s far from true.

“Liar,” you call her out on her shit, carefully grasping the glinting dog tags that lay around her neck. You pull her in for a kiss, for a moment there’s cheering. You know it’s from her rowdy lieutenants. You smile against her lips and pull away. “I’ll see you this weekend?” You say looking at her loved face.

“Sure thing princess.” She’s stunned. “You know what? Put a round on my tab, for celebration.” She reaffirms.

“No doubt captain,” you smile mocking a salute.

divider by @aqualogia

[hapinesbuterfiy]

rosie baby!! yk rafe's frat boy ways… i feel like he would try to initiate rough sex with sorority girl!reader, not knowing how she'd take it because she's just so sweet and has an innocent feel to her, but boy, does he find out quickly that she's just as much of a freak🤭 (he’d totally brag to his brotherhood about how freaky she is)

oh yes. don't get it twisted!!! behind all the pink, philanthropy, and poise sorority girl is quite the freak when it comes down to it<3

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let's set the scene... rafe taking you back to his frat house after a dinner date, both wine-drunk and desperately trying to rip each other's clothes off as you stumble up the stairs and into his tiny bedroom.

rafe knows how he fucks. rough. he'll ram into you until you're sobbing from the overstimulation, choke you with his large veiny hands, spit in your mouth as you breathlessly moan. sex makes him feel powerful. he loves feeling powerful.

with you, however, he's different. softer. the boy knows what he has going with you is good, the best he's going to get. he doesn't want his somewhat sadistic tendencies to scare you away.

you're the picture of innocence, at least that's what he thinks. your frilly pink dresses and sweet smile make you seem too pure for this world, which in most cases you are. little does he know, you're just as freaky as he is, if not more.

you've had sex before, but this time is different, the alcohol in your system making you more eager than ever as you desperately palm him through his pink chino shorts as your glossed lips attack his mouth. "want you inside" you say softly, as you begin to lift up his polo shirt.

rafe wastes no time, tearing the remainder of his clothes off and throwing the skimpy material that you call a dress somewhere into the room. "shit. my girls needy tonight, want this dick yeah?"

"mhm— please." you whimper.

you're sprawled out on his twin xl bed, face down ass up. rafe's sparing you no mercy as he ruts into you from behind, leaving a firm smack on your ass between thrusts. you're a moaning mess, incoherently babbling into his pillows, begging for more.

"so good rafe. harder— please harder!" you sob, clumps of mascara smeared under your eyes from rafe pushing your head into the pillow.

"you like this shit, don't you? whole innocence act is really foolin' everyone. little fuckin' slut you are." he spits through gritted teeth, eyes laser-focused on the way your ass jiggles as his cock pounds into your abused hole.

"m' gonna cum!" the most obscene sounds continue to fall from your pretty mouth as your release hits, surely to be heard by the rest of the brothers in the house. rafe continues his relentless thrusts, pushing the small of your back down as he grunts. "fuck— so good f'me baby. so good."

he pulls out just in time, blowing his load all over your tits, taking a second to breathe before taking a picture of you in your fucked out state.

"gonna keep that just f'me, a'ight? who knew you we're such a slut."

[leonsbunny]

Oh, Pretty Boy

( Vendetta!Leon Kennedy x GN!reader || sitting on a staircase your husband ♡ angst with comfort )

Oh, if Leon could, he would keep you close to his heart, always. He already keeps you in his wallet. How close could he get?

That's where you should be, with him, he thought. You made him feel young again, like he had some sort of control in his life.

A security blanket, open and loving. Always waiting for him to come home, excitedly embracing him like you haven't seen him in years. Even if it's only been hours- can't help but worry for an old man like him, huh? Poor baby.

And there he finds himself, draped over your shoulder by the arm. You sit together with him on the carpeted stairs of your shared home.

“Pretty boy…” his blues focus on you as you speak, his eyes droopy. Tired. A bit unhappy with how lonely he's left you since he came back.

All Leon wanted now was you.

To be the object of your affection, to have his company wanted, needed because he was himself. For him. Was he selfish for wanting to be loved by you? All he wanted was to be the object of your love.

All Leon needed was you to keep him grounded. To be loved by you meant that he at least did something right in his life, even if it wasn't what he wanted it to be.

In your hands was a small locket. An intricate, silver locket.

You smile as you present it to Leon, “I uh..got this for you, hon.” The way you hesitate to present the locket to him was cute, Leon thought. A sweet thing like you shy around him? What an honor. You gently shove it towards Leon. He looks down at the locket, no words leaving his lips for a solid moment.

“You…you got this for me?” He asks if it wasn't already obvious enough. That you did, in fact, get it for him. It was right in front of him. You eagerly nod your head, your smile widening.

He blinks as he stares down. You cared enough to get him a locket? Just for him?

He blinks more, his blues wash over with tears. He was crying? Over some locket? Leon sniffles, corners of his eyes folding into creased lines as he narrows them to hide his tears.

“Aww sweetie..” his gruff voice softens, his bleary eyes drop down to look at the locket again.

And, his blues fill with tears again. The more he thought about it, the more he realized you cared for him.

It was a bit foreign to him, this feeling. Made him feel fuzzy. Like TV static. He couldn't really explain it.

He gently holds the locket, thumbing it open with his hand.

The locket clicks open, and inside was a photo of you. All smiley and sweet, just how Leon liked seeing you. If you were happy, Leon was, too. If you were mad, he'd be mad with you.

Although you couldn't see it, his heart was beating in his chest like a metronome back and forth. His heart in his ribcage was he too old to say he could feel it in his bones? Oh, Leon didn't want to dwell on that now. He was already beginning to feel nostalgic about what was happening right now, and it wasn't even over. Leon was in the moment.

In the moment with you.

This wasn't like the movies. He had to remind himself. There wasn't an end credit scene.

Well, at least not yet.

“Oh..” He mouths, blinking. His lash line fills with tears again. The harsh lines in the corners of his eyes soften as he looks at the picture of you inside the locket. “What are you, a mind reader?” He chuckles softly, running his thumb along the surface of the photo you somehow stuffed into such a small thing. Leon could never.

You don't answer his quip. Instead, you brush away the hair framing his face. “Are you…are you crying?” You ask softly. He looks toward you before quickly looking away. “N-no, no, I'm not crying. Shit…” He murmurs the last part under his breath. You caught him. You did it. You caught Leon crying. It was obvious. You've seen him cry before. You could tell by his slight stammer, his avoidant gaze, that he was going to cry.

And yet Leon acted like his heart was going to explode into pieces if he did cry. Like it was wrong to cry. It wasn't wrong. But to Leon, it felt wrong to cry in front of a sweet thing like you. He didn't like crying at all. He absolutely despised the stammer he had whenever he teared up. Lower lip shaking, his blues clouding up in warm tears.

“I'm not crying.” He denies, though it was obvious that he was. “But you are crying,” you murmur softly, pushing his hair behind his ear. You just had to see his face.

He tries to push down your worries by chuckling, though it came out more shaky than he wanted it to be. “You're crying, hon.” You repeat, wrapping your arms around him. “It's okay.”

Leon sighs shakily, leaning into your embrace. His posture softens, drooping down against yours. “What did I do to deserve you, sweet thing?” He murmurs onto the crown of your head, his eyes wander from your face, down to the locket again.

“You did the right thing, hon. C'mon..don't be like that.” You reply, drawing out your words like soft lines in the air. Like nostalgic cords of a song Leon couldn't remember the verses to.

Hearing you say that, hearing it come from your lips makes the tears clouding his vision finally fall. “Don't…don't be like that..” Leon replies in a low whisper.

He embraces you, taking in your warmth. Soaking it in as best as he could through his leather jacket.

[latriii]

DEJA VU ? — y.jwn

𐄹 DEJA VU would be word that went though yn’s mind when she first saw the class president, yang jungwon. yn would be thinking that she had seen and even talked to him before, yet— she couldn’t completely recognize nor remember. the slight resemblance jungwon had with the guy sato yn had kissed at a party last weekend ran through the girls mind. there was one problem, yn couldn’t remember the guys face, she could only remember the one dimple he had. they aren’t the same person right?

GENRE 𐄹 highschool au, STRANGERS TO LOVERS — ENEMIES TO LOVERS, social media au with writing

PAIRING 𐄹 yang jungwon x f!reader

WARNING 𐄹 14+ THIS IS FOR MATURE READERS. cursing, slight bullying(mostly rumors), kys jokes, jungwon’s a cheater, mentions of drinking, sensual jokes, HANNI of NEW JEANS as YN

STATUS 𐄹 completed

꒰ PROFILES ! 𐄹 night owls kahoot haters ꒱

꒰ EPISODES ! ꒱

OO1. WHO DF IS YN?

OO2. DISTRACT HER BESTIE

OO3. BADDIE N HER BADDIE FRIEND

OO4. THIS IS SATO YN

OO5. I HATE YANG JUNGWON

OO6. IT WAS DESERVED

OO7. BECAUSE YOU’RE HOT

OO8. SHOOT, IT’S LOCKED

OO9. JUNGWON STOP RUNNING

OO10. FALSE RUMORS

OO11. SUSPENDED?

OO12. WHY DO YOU EVEN CARE

OO13. RIKI’S TEA PAGE

OO14. BEREAL

OO15. ADMIT IT

OO16. PEDDLE ME HOME

OO17. UMBRELLA HOGGER

OO18. BALCONY MEMORIES

OO19. BF WHO ISNT MY BF

OO20. THE CHANGE 4 THEM

OO21. ONE OF KIND GIRLFRIEND

OO22. I LOVE MY BF! .. final !

✶ LATRII | 2O23. do not copy or plagiarize any of my work.

[megistusdiary]

imagine the three arlecchinos… and all of them interacting...

peruere - autistic, quiet, reserved, reclusive, kind, polite, an all around sweet person. a bit shy and will infodump about bugs if u ask.

arlecchino - cordial, polite, virtuous, elegant, princely, a bit fancy and 100% a gentleman. a master of etiquette. protective and heroic. you never know what she's thinking bc she has such complete control over her emotions.

the knave - an actual freak. wolf in sheep's clothing. growls. animalistic, arrogant, power-hungry control freak who has a sadistic side and probably has a degradation kink. obsessive, possessive, will probably eat your heart out if you tried to leave. has absolutely zero morals and will do whatever it takes to make you hers. you never know what she's thinking bc she's so emotionally unstable.

the various arles we've seen from her lifetime are definitely interesting on their own already.

the dynamic would be very intriguing to take a look at...

(slight angst utc)

i wonder if peruere ever saw herself growing up to be the knave. i wonder what she'd think. wonder how that happened if she had clervie around.

arlecchino is very cordial, of course. she's careful with every step. i do think peruere would understand this version of herself. arlecchino is much like peruere, just grown up and more mature.

the knave is quite scary, though. peruere would probably see mother in her if she looked hard enough. though, it isn't entirely arlecchino's fault she's become this way.

if anything, i can see peruere seeking comfort in a subtle wah from arlecchino after realizing the knave really will be her. arlecchino would be more stiff, unsure of how to help other than just telling her "that's how it goes" basically. the knave would probably just feel resentment for peruere. a distant version of herself where she almost had happiness. where she believed she could be happy.

how unfortunate.

[jackkilmerlvr]

Please I need like a fluffy Gustav or georg kissing headcannons im obsessed with the way you right I need to feed my delusions im going crazy

a/n: feeding delusions should be a profession tbh.

kissing headcanons with georg!!

✪ whenever you guys are in public, he would probably kiss you roughly.

✪ like grabbing your jaw semi-harshly to keep you in position.

✪ or grabbing your hips to pull you into him infront of the paps.

✪ but at home??? not one rough grab or pull to be seen.

✪ this boy would be caressing your face while softly kissing you on quiet mornings.

✪ makeout sessions, but soft.

✪ his tongue running along your lips gently before making way inside your mouth with soft kisses.

✪ hear me out. hickies, but slow.

✪ like imagine cuddling on the couch as he sucks on your neck, slowly adding more bruised spots along your neck and collarbone.

✪ georg would kiss you out of excitement.

✪ after a big show, he’d run to where you stood, lifting you up with a big fat smooch.

✪ i feel like cheek kisses are really domestic, so he would only do those when he like left in the morning while you were still laying down or asleep.

✪ i feel like he’d also do the forehead and lips combo.

✪ like imagine him quickly going over to you before pecking your forehead and lips in one motion

✪ i think he would like to grab your face a lot while kissing.

✪ imagine standing between his legs, arms wrapped around his waist as he held your face to place soft kisses on random spots.

*small nsfw

✪ he’d fold instantly if you kissed the tip of his cock, moaning in content against your soft lips.

[flwrshee]

HEE'S BACK ?! - stfu babes

synopsis. your childhood best friend and crush somehow joins your uni but does he remember you and do you remember him? your already busy admiring your current crush, park jongseong. but what happens if fate brings you and heeseung together?

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my note ! wanted to make a teaser before we actually start the smau 😋 how is it ? yns friend group is so chaotic dont question me

pairing. childhoodbff!heeseung x fem!reader (crush!jongseong)

genre. smau, fluff and crack, college au

warning(s). slight cursing

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[bunicate]

my music posts on tumblr r so cute whttttt

[i05wook]

lean on me - park sunghoon

pairing: bff! sunghoon x gn! reader (ft. dreamies)

genre: fluff, slight angst

summary: you and Sunghoon were inseparable as kids and teens, however life happens and you lose contact with each other but life brings you both back together.

wc: 524 words

author’s notes: Here is my submission for the @kflixnet exchange event!! For the event my partner was @redm4ri . Thank you so much to @kflixnet for hosting this event.

Growing up, you and Sunghoon were practically inseparable. Despite your different interests, you always found ways to spend time together, whether it was going to each other's practices or just hanging out at each other's houses. You would spend hours playing in Sunghoon's treehouse or having water fights in your backyard paddling pool.

Your parents even converted one of the fence panels between your yards into a doorway, so you could easily switch between each other's gardens whenever you wanted. Summers were spent camping in one of your backyards, building campfires and making s'mores.

As you both grew older, your paths diverged. Sunghoon focused on his figure skating and eventually joined an agency to become an idol. Meanwhile, you sustained an injury that prevented you from continuing with swimming, and you discovered a passion for fashion design during your recovery.

But when the pandemic hit, Sunghoon suddenly disappeared without a trace. You were worried sick and couldn't get in touch with him, until you saw a post on Instagram mentioning "I-Land" and featuring a picture of Sunghoon's face.

Of course, you had to support your best friend on this new survival show, seeing how much he had improved warmed your heart, especially when he finally made the final line up, and was one more step closer to his dreams. Now it was time for you to take a leap towards yours, just like he had.

You began applying for stylist jobs at different idol agencies, hoping that you could spend some time styling idols whilst studying fashion design at college, and beginning to create your own fashion runway collection one day.

After a couple of weeks searching for jobs, you finally received an offer from the one and only SM entertainment, styling for NCT Dream. Of course, you had to accept the job, it was one step closer to your dream.

However, it seemed as if you had underestimated just how stressful it was sometimes styling an idol group, with all the award shows and comebacks, particularly with a group like NCT Dream, who seemed to never stop.

It was at the 2022 Genie Music Awards, when you were running around like a headless chicken looking for the rest of the NCT Dream boys, having already styled Renjun, Jeno, and Haechan, the rest missing somewhere in the backstage area.

That was until you ran head first into a person, but it wasnt any random person.

It was Park Sunghoon.

However, you didn’t have much time to chat and catch up, due to trying to find the rest of the dreamies. That was however until Sunghoon, grabbed hold of your wrist, and placed a piece of paper in it.

When you finally got back to the dressing rooms, with rest of the boys, you sat down and looked at the paper Sunghoon had handed to you. It warmed your heart what Sunghoon had wrote on the piece of paper…

“no matter how far apart we are, you will always have me to lean on if it gets too much and i will be there for you, you not have to go through anything alone. okay?”

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[sugucidal]

ive been in the mood to write angst. this isnt good.

[acaiasahi]

xdinary heroes.

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✶ kim jungsu.

✶ kwak jiseok / gaon.

home ; fluff.

✶ oh seungmin / o.de.

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✶ lee jooyeon.

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[hapinesbuterfiy]

casual - rafe cameron ೨౿

🎧🪩 casual - chappell roan

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

summary: you and rafe have been casually seeing each other for what feels like forever now, but is your relationship really casual?

warnings: angsty, rafe is a dick in some parts, not proofread!!

"baby, no attachment" is a phrase you know all too well, one that rafe cameron whispers to you between passionate kisses, before getting on his knees and devouring your pussy in the passenger seat of his jeep. nothings official between you two. you're relationship is casual, according to rafe. he's confusing, to say the least.

rafe could be all over you, wrapping his arms around your waist in front of the entire club, drunkenly telling you how beautiful you looked. he'd call you in the middle of the night, to say "m' pickin' you up be ready in 5. we'll go to that diner you like, i miss your face." you spent countless nights with each other, sharing your deepest secrets and the most intimate parts of yourselves. your favorite bra is still in his dresser from the first time you hooked up, and he refuses to give it back to you because he likes the "constant reminder of your tits." you even got invited to spend a weekend with him and his family in paradise island.

but you're relationship is casual. right?

you hate yourself for letting it drag out this long. rafe's different around his friends, distant. there are even rumors going around that you're "just a girl he bangs on the couch." you try your best to be nonchalant and give him his space, but deep down you know you're not capable of that.

it's casual but you spend hours on late-night phone calls, having the deepest conversations and confiding in each other with things you have never told anyone else. you're his casual hook-up but picks you up in the middle of the night to take you back to tannyhill because he misses you. so really, is it casual? no.

it's 1:52 am. you find yourself underneath your plush duvet cover, you're small reading light illuminating the space, on facetime with rafe, again. you always carefully listen to everything he has to say, trying your best to console him, especially when it comes to everything going on with his dad. however, this time it's different. you're sick of the constant state of confusion he puts you in, you decide that now is the perfect opportunity for you to confront him about it.

"rafe. can you come pick me up? i wanna talk to you about something." you're soft-spoken but your tone is stern, you're not going to allow yourself to continue to play these games with him, you want answers.

he's unfazed by your request, simply grumbling in response. you can hear his bed squeak as he gets up and grabs his keys off his nightstand. he mumbles "mhm, text when i'm there." before ending the call.

you rush to your dresser, throwing on your favorite brandy melville set and fuzzy slippers, he'll be here soon. rafe's massive headlights could be seen from down the block, you didn't need him to text you to be aware of his arrival.

you step up into the passenger seat, carefully shutting the door behind you as you get into the truck.

"hi. missed you today. what did you wanna talk about?" he motions his hand toward your thigh, gripping the soft flesh under your shorts. the truck was freezing. you could feel the goosebumps appear throughout your limbs as you sat their, you're only relief from the cold being rafe's hands.

"rafe... i know you said no attachment but i can't do this whole casual thing anymore. 'm not that kinda girl." you're eyes dart down to the carpet beneath your seat, trying you're best to avoid contact with him until he responds. .

he lets out a large, exasperated sigh as he removes his hand from your thigh, brushing his fingers through his greasy curtain bangs as he shakes his head.

"listen kid. alright? 'm not in the headspace to be in a relationship right now. i don't wanna get into anythin' serious. i don't wanna hurt you. yea?" he brings his focus back to the road ahead of him, driving around in circles as his firmly grips the wheel.

your face drops. you're in complete disbelief that he had the audacity to say that to you. "you don't wanna hurt me? are you fuckin' kidding me? rafe you're casual bullshit has been hurting me for the past six months." you begin to yell, anger completely taking over you.

he pulls over, not wanting to get distracted while driving, he knows how much you hate it when he doesn't pay attention to the roads. "hurting you huh? so you mean to tell me that i'm hurtin' you by buying you shit, listening to your rants, and givin' you the best sex you ever fuckin' had? really?" he throws his arms up in defense, licking his lips while eyeing you down.

you could feel the tears starting to spill out from your eyes. you manage to let out a "rafe it's not fair, i can't just do casual" between sniffles, you place your head into your hands as you continue to sob into them. oh shit— he knows he fucked up.

he parts his lips, letting out a large exhale as he tries to come up with a quick way to calm you down. he moves his body so his torso is situated above the glove box, making it easier to reach you. he pulls you into his arms, wiping the tears off of your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs, pepping soft kisses to the top of your head.

"sh. i know. i know. 'm big bad rafe cameron yea? 'm sorry i hurt you. i gotta figure my shit out. 'm gonna take you back to my place, we'll talk about it in the mornin' alright?"

you nod in response, embarrassed that you let yourself break down like this in front of him. you know it's wrong, but maybe you weren't delusional after all. maybe when you wake up in the morning you wont be casual anymore.

[leonsbunny]

Only The Ones Who Know ♡

( Vendetta!Leon x GN!reader || comforting your husband who hates crying ♡ mentions of wanting to commit suicide , near death experiences during the events of re4 , self-doubt , Leon is drunk || angst with comfort ♡ writing this made me cry/pos || ask to tag if needed )

Weeping at your feet, he clutches onto you, clinging to your legs with his cheek resting on your knee.

Leon was crying. Crying on the floor between your knees, too drunk to get up but coherent enough to look up at you behind bleary eyes.

He hated crying. He hated the stinging feeling in his nose, the way his lower lip trembled whenever he felt warm tears run down the lines of his eyes.

He knew that because of his job, he was expendable. In the eyes of the government, he was just some guy they kept around whenever they needed him. The government's favorite bitch.

At this point, Leon didn't want to be remembered. Not by Redfield, not by Rebecca, not by Hunnigan. Poor Hunnigan, been by his side ever since his mission back in Spain, he didn't think he'd survive that.

Sending just him on that assignment felt like a suicide mission to him. He didn't think he'd survive long enough to make it back to the States to restart the cycle all over again.

And yet he did. He survived long enough to meet you.

You run your fingers through his hair, gentle fingertips scratching slightly against his scalp. If Leon was a sick dog, you were the heater he clung to whenever he needed to lick at his wounds.

He leans his head into your touch, eyes closing as he sighs tiredly. More tears fall down the folds of his eyes. He didn't know how long he could do this. At least he had you.

“Promise me something, Leon.” You say softly, gently pointing him up to your face. His blues droop as he looks up at you, you smile down warmly at him. Radiating as always, his sweet thing.

“What is it, hon?” He replies back in the same soft tone, leaning forward.

“Promise me you'll always come back home. I just..” You look down at your lap as you speak. Were you crying, too? Probably. You shouldn't be crying over him, Leon thought. But you did anyway.

“I just need to know you're alright. That you're okay. Even if you aren't. You know how much I love you, right?” Leon nods his head, resting it back on your knee again. He didn't want to speak, and didn't want to ruin the moment as he looked up at you.

“As long as we have each other, we'll be okay.” You say, cupping the sides of his face. You lean in to kiss his forehead gently. Pulling away you look at his face, your eyes soften. You brush his bangs out of his face again. “We'll be okay.”

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[latriii]

*. ⋆ ( 808 ) ONE FAVOR! — yjw x f!reader ★

ONE FAVOR that yang jungwon owed sato yn. one favor he had to obey by no matter what. jungwon and yn are childhood friends that grew up in front of the media due to their famous parents. luckily for them, they were both talented singers so, they naturally became idols. but, one day jungwon embarrassed yn real bad on live television when they were younger, he owed her big time—no questions asked.

GENRE ! idol au, smau with writing, high school au , BEST FRIENDS to LOVERS !

PAIRING ! YANG JUNGWON x f!READER

WARNING ! +14 THIS IS FOR MATURE READERS, cursing, kys jokes, mentions of cheating, HANNI of NEW JEANS as YN !

NOTE ! this is a mini series.. very short compared to my other works.

STATUS ! completed !

visualization of main cast !

next and previous links are broken sorry!

( 808 ) — PROFILES !

myocat ! enhypen ! yn’s furries !

( 808 ) — PAGES !

01. caught (smau+writing)

02. sobbing

03. HELP ME JUNGWON (writing)

04. ynwon (real)

05. leave me ALONE

06. pookie

07. lets do it (smau+writing)

08. the tree (smau+writing)

09. im sorry

10. the gates of the yang household (writing)

11. ynwon confirmed

COMPLETED !

✶ LATRII | 2O23. do not copy or plagiarize any of my work.