#7:25pm

[hyuuukais]

i was joking when i said i'd be going to bed this early but these cramps are killing me so uhhhhhhhhhh goodnight

[rrxindrops]

31 Aug. 2021

[spokenforinvaliduser]

[gi4hao]

some vernon x acts of service fluff for you ♡

vernon dyed his hair black this morning. he kind of loves it, and he hopes you will too. obviously the execution isn’t perfect; there are some dark stains on his ears and his forehead and he ruined two t-shirts in the process. but he knows how much you love that color on him.

this afternoon, vernon did some shopping. he needed a new shirt and he remembered the pretty bracelet that had caught your eye last time you were in town. he hopes you’ll be happy when he gifts it to you.

and this evening, vernon cooked dinner. it’s not done yet, but it will be in about thirty minutes. mingyu sent him an easy yet sophisticated recipe which he followed to the letter, and it turned out pretty well, at least on the outside. he hopes you’ll like it.

it’s past 7pm when he hears your key turn in the front door’s lock. the oven is a bit greasy, there’s oregano spilled on the counter, the wrapping of your gift is a little messy, and his ears are red from his attempts to remove the dye from his skin. perhaps from stress too.

and suddenly it hits him. he feels stupid. what if he’s doing too much? it is too much, isn’t it?

“hi handsome” your voice pulls him out of his panic as he exits the kitchen, his hands a little moist. you’re ready to lean in for a kiss, it’s almost muscle memory at this point, but the sight of his hair makes you pause.

“love it. and love the new shirt”, you reply, letting your hand brush against the strands of hair on his forehead before finally going in for the kiss. “what’s that smell? did you cook something?”

his ears turn a new shade of red as he grabs your arm to lead you to his living room. “i did, but you don’t wanna go in there right now”, he warns you, grabbing your arm to lead you to the living room instead.

it’s rather unusual for vernon to look so agitated, especially around you. you look at your surroundings, trying to notice anything different.

“is everything okay?”

he nods, a bit faster than usual, before digging his hand in his pocket and pulling out a small gift with a wonky ribbon on top.

“got you a little something today. but you can return it if you don’t like it, or even if you change your mind in a few days. or weeks. or even months, really.”

you’re only now noticing the dye stains on his skin, which draws a chuckle out of you. he looks so frantic it’s almost comical. without a word, you put the gift aside and stand up, pretty sure to know what this is all about.

“i already know i love that gift. i’ll love it forever and i would not trade it for any other. ever. because it comes from you, and that’s all i want.”

completely unfazed by how easily you saw right through him, he looks down at the hand you’re still holding, the one with a brand new silver ring on his fourth finger.

your words were heard and understood, but you can feel him internally tiptoeing around what’s really on his mind. his eyes, however, carry the same sweetness they always do when he looks at you.

“this is gonna sound really dumb but, i just want to make sure you don’t feel pressured to love… my gift. or to commit to it. i promise i won’t be mad if you tell me you don’t want it”, he tells you, grabbing your other hand to get a look at your own ring, the exact same as him.

it’s now 7:25pm, meaning that it’s been almost 24 hours since vernon has gotten down on one knee to ask the most nerve-wracking question of his entire life. 24 hours since you were legally allowed to call him your fiancé, a much awaited upgrade from the ‘boyfriend’ status.

last night had been a dream come true. but this morning, an uneasy feeling had started crawling into vernon’s mind, making him feel like maybe that dream of his would never come true after all.

dyeing his hair, making dinner, buying gifts, he had really thought about doing anything in his power to keep you from second-guessing your answer from yesterday.

still, nothing would calm his mind except maybe hearing the words from your mouth.

“i’ll love your gift because i love you. and because i spent the last 24 hours on cloud nine, thinking about how lucky i am that you proposed”, you told him in your calmest voice. “i’ll be honest, i even spent my entire day practicing saying “my husband” instead of “boyfriend”… and it sounds really, really nice.”

and that is the exact moment when the crushing weight of doubt and insecurity is lifted from vernon’s shoulders.

he still feels a bit stupid, but in a way that feels great, warm and almost comforting. for the second night in a row, he’s overwhelmed by the pure yet simple feeling of knowing his love is perfectly reciprocated.

“so… does that mean you still want me to be your husband?” he asks with a relieved smile as you trap him in the tightest hug, one hand running in his freshly dyed locks.

he loves you and you love him, that’s the one thing he doesn’t need to hope for. he knows it, and oh how he loves knowing it.

[atinystraynstay]

Pretty Boy Rock - Yoon Jeonghan

Synopsis: Every girl in your office swooned over Yoon Jeonghan besides you. Yet, Jeonghan always liked a challenge.

Pairing: Colleague!Yoon Jeonghan x fem. reader

Genre: "I won't fall for you because everyone else does" girl meets the "I get whoever I want" boy

Inspired by @aaniag - thanks for tagging me in this post ♡ this is only the second one so we still have a long way to go!

First Encounters Mini Series: #1: #2: #3: #4: Wonwoo #5: Jeonghan #6: #7: #8: Dino

Word Count: 2k

Friday afternoon, 12:25pm

"Did you see what Jeonghan is wearing today?" "Girl, how could I not notice? My attention was all over his slacks." "The front or the back?"

Oh god. Give me a fucking break.

If there was one thing you hated, it was gossip around the office. Especially when it came in the form of girls basically drooling over one of your colleagues, Yoon Jeonghan. And of all places, they decided to take their little thirst fest into the break room.

"You know, there is something that I noticed," you said, popping into the conversation.

Immediately, heads snapped towards your direction. You were a bit taken back by the abrupt movement, fearing that their own heads would fall off. Either because they didn't realize you were in the room or they were interested in what you out of all people had to say. You were one of the few survivors of the trance Jeonghan seemed to place over your female colleagues. And if you had something to say regarding the matter, they surely were interested.

You couldn't help but smile slightly as you set down your silverware. The element of surprise had to be on your side here. You just had come in to enjoy your salad, but why not enjoy a show?

All the women leaned in, anticipating for what you might have to say. Your eyes glanced from side to side, as if you were scooping the scene to make sure there were no unwanted listeners. Getting the hint, the women leaned further in to hear the secret you were about to spill.

Time to go in the for the kill. In the loudest voice you could possible muster, you said the following:

"The way you talk about Jeonghan is quite disgusting. You hate when the men in the office talk about your skirts or how tight your blouses, but here you are drooling over Jeonghan in just a pair of pants? Pathetic. Close your mouths, ladies, or you might flood the office."

The small group gasped at you, eyes glaring at you but also glancing around to make sure nobody had looked in their direction. Their faces red in embarrassment as you smirked triumphantly.

Being the polite person you are, you bowed your head gently to pardon yourself. Gathering all the trash from your lunch, you threw it away and was about to make your exit.

"You're just upset that you're not Jeonghan's type," one of the woman muttered.

You couldn't help but laugh at their claim. You turned towards the group who seemed to be mustering all the courage they could to stand up to you. At the same time, you raised an eyebrow and had your hands on your hips. Do they really think their words will hurt you?

"Oh no! What will I ever do?" You said dramatically. "At least I don't live in some delusion where me and my friends are all after the same guy? I mean, he can only pick one of you. Or worse, he picks none of you."

Their eyes widened and mouths dropped at your words. Don't mess with the bull or you might get the horns. They seemed to be trying to come up with another comeback, but all you could do was walk away. Not worth wasting your breath on them.

You began to make your way back to your cubicle. You still had a few reports you needed to get done with before you could close out for the weekend. It wasn't that you hated your job. If anything, you kind of liked the routine it put you in. You even were beginning to be handed more responsibilities like leading presentations and joining brainstorming sessions for different marketing campaigns.

You definitely didn't have the time to be oogling over the looks of Yoon Jeonghan.

As you settled back at your dress, you let out a sigh. As invested as you were in the work you were doing, you couldn't help but feel as if time was dragging now that it was towards the later part of the day. Just 3 more hours.

"Well look who it is," a voice called out.

The hairs on the back of your neck rose a bit. You recognized that voice anywhere. Your attention was locked on the computer monitor in front of you, thinking that if you ignore the interruption it would just go away naturally. That was until you felt like something was looming over.

With a narrow gaze, you looked up to see the devil himself - Yoon Jeonghan. His arms rested against the top of your cubicle wall. You realy thought you had been silent enough to get back to work without alerting the beast. But by judging by the smirk curled on his lips, you knew he had been waiting for you. The black tie was loose around his neck with the sleeves of his white button up were rolled up to his forearms.

"Missed you, darling." "What can I do to help you, Mr. Yoon?" You did your best to keep a montone voice.

You didn't want to give any sort of impression you could be into what is happening.

"Mr. Yoon? What is with the formalies, y/n?" He gasped. "Well, I'm here to do my job and not entertain whatever this is," you explained.

"Is it actually that harmful for a man to be friendly?" "But what's the catch?" "Go out with me."

Your eyes widened and you nearly laughed. He frowned at your reaction but still stood his ground. There was no need to give any indicator that his ego had deflated a bit. He was not used to someone being so upfront with their rejection, normally accustomed to a shy "I don't know." But you were different. There was a reason he did this little waltz with you.

You and Jeonghan have been working together since you joined the company last year. He was technically someone in your department that could have been a mentor, but you were quickly swayed away by his flirtatious manner. Seeing that you were not dropping on your knees, begging for his attention, Jeonghan saw the challenge and knew he could beat it. There was a way to get into your heart, no matter how icy and impenetrable you wanted to come across.

He would crack the code, one way or another.

"I don't think it's a joke, doll. We're two attractive people. Come on. One meal couldn't hurt you." "Jeonghan, being in the same room as you is sometimes insufferable. How do I even know you don't want to go out with me because someone else was busy, hmm? I mean, weren't you just coupled up with the receptionist?" "Couldn't be fit into her Google Calendar."

You rolled your eyes at his response before dropping your gaze back down to your computer. You pretended to be typing away at one of the numerous documents you had pulled open, hoping it was enough for Jeonghan to get the hint.

However, he could tell you weren't budging quite yet. He also picked up on your little act as your screen was completely black. The brightness from the screen wasn't reflecting onto your face whatsoever. Still, he found you absolutely adorable.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. This is unprofessional of me, y/n. I'll leave you be."

Fucking finally.

Monday morning, 8:59am

Ding

Your heels clicked along the tile flooring of your office. It poured during your commute into work, which caused you to be stuck behind more traffic than usual. You didn't always mind, but it just put you in a foul mood. Especially since you had to sacrifice your Monday morning coffee run. It was ritual for you, and now the whole week felt like it was just off balance.

"Woah y/n. Your bad mood seems to have brought the bad weather," a voice called out to you.

Your gaze narrowed in the direction the voice came from. Your hair was slightly damped as you had to run into the front of the building from your parking spot because of course you didn't think it was going to run and didn't bring an umbrella with you.

Looking over, you noticed it was one of the girls from the break room on Friday. You rolled your eyes to refrain yourself from sticking up your middle finger. You just offered a polite smile before marching to your desk. As you moved, you heard her and her friends giggling at you. This is why you despised any sort of office relationship.

"Hey, y/n. You okay?" Jeonghan called out.

You were about to enter your cubicle when you saw Jeonghan overlooking your cubicle again. Your jacket rested on the back of your chair. it would be a miracle if it dried at all before the end of the day. You were also grateful you had a pair of flats you could change into in attempt to save your soaked shoes too. Plus, it as a good excuse to slip out of heels. You didn't mind wearing them but always valued comfort over appearance.

"Yeah," you murmured.

Usually, you would expect a snide comment from Jeonghan. Or a flirty attempt in righting the situation. But there was nothing. It cause you to freeze and look up to see what was going on. Jeonghan was only staring at you with almost a friendly smile on his face. Not a smirk but a smile.

You wanted to question it, but as you were calming down from your hectic morning, something else caught your attention. An iced coffee was sitting on your desk with a winky face on it. What the fuck?

You opened your mouth to question it but looked at Jeonghan instead. In response, he winked at you before slipping behind the wall that divided the two of you.

Standing there, you felt something unusual throughout your body. You felt warm and tingly, especially in your stomach. Your heart was doing somersaults. It was comparable to in cartoons when the heart leaps out of the character's chest. You stared at the coffee, specifically at the marker drawn winky face staring back at you.

Jeonghan did this? For me?

Your eyes couldn't help but wonder to see if this was a prank or if there was a hidden camera. Jeonghan still wasn't lurking in his usual spot. You also noticed that nobody else had an iced coffee on their desk awaiting for them. A blush overtook your cheeks, but you quickly sat down before anyone noticed.

Reaching forward, you moved the plastic container towards you to see it was from the local coffee shop you frequent. It was the place you went every Monday morning, the place you had to skip out on today or else you would be late. But what struck you was that he got your exact order.

Your blush intensified. You kept your head ducked as you took a sip out of the delicious drink. There was no denying the smile on your face wasn't just because of the coffee but because of Yoon Jeonghan.

And on the other side of the wall, Jeonghan was smirking to himself. He got his computer turned on before going to make himself a cup of coffee from the break room. He didn't often frequent coffee shops as they often didn't have decaf coffee. When he walked into the place around the corner from your office building, he asked the woman behind the corner if you had been in yet. Saying no and noting how odd it was, Jeonghan seized the opportuntiy. He asked for your usual order and requested a winky face drawn on it.

"Are you her boyfriend? She's mentioned there's a guy she's interested in at her place of work."

That's all the encouragement Jeonghan needed to go through with his plan. He shook his head but smiled at the barista. "No, not yet. I'm hoping this catches her attention."

And by the looks of your blushing face, he was close to winning you over. He always gets what he wants, and he certainly had his eyes locked on you.

[fbfh]

OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYY

THANK YOU BABES!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAVE SOME CAKE <333

[leclercvsx]

I miss your facts | TEXTING AU

LANDO NORRIS

pairings: lando x reader

summary: y/n and lando are bestfriends, y/n liking lando. She introduces him to one of her bestfriends, he forgets about her and only realises what he missed when it’s too late

warnings: mentions of suicide!

y/n <3

did you know that some sharks can’t stop swimming otherwise they’ll die?

Lan <3

that’s useful, thanks

y/n <3

EXACTLY! i knew i was needed

Lan <3

you’re always needed

11:23am | thursday

y/n <3

i miss you, can you come over after training?

Lan <3

i will, might be a little while though

y/n <3

don’t take tooo long

14:56pm | Tuesday

y/n <3

did you know that there’s over 500 different species of sharks?

Lan <3

i didn’t know that, no. cool

y/n <3

OH ALSO

there’s a new girl at my work, she’s super nice

you should come meet her!

Lan <3

i might

10:35am | Saturday

Lan <3

you were right, Taylor is actually really nice

y/n <3

SEE? I TOLD YOU

me and her are gonna hang out on tuesday if you wanna come

Lan <3

sure

16:45pm | Wednesday

y/n <3

australia is wider than the moon

you should tell Oscar that

Lan <3

Taylor told me that

y/n <3

oh really? wow she really knows her facts!

Lan <3

yeah, she’s pretty smart

18:18pm | Saturday

y/n <3

do you wanna hang out?

i’m bored

Lan <3

i’m with Taylor rn

y/n <3

oh, nevermind then😊

12:25pm | Sunday

y/n <3

human teeth are the only body part that cannot heal themselves

Lan <3

i know, Taylor told me

y/n <3

it’s illegal to own just ONE guinea pig in switzerland

Lan <3

Taylor’s from Switzerland, she told me

17:34pm | Tuesday

y/n <3

the heart of the shrimp is located in the head!

Lan <3

the shrimps heart is located in the head

y/n <3

haha, we said the same thing!!

Lan <3

Taylor told me the fact, haha

y/n <3

ohh

9:27am | Thursday

y/n <3

do you have time? i really wanna talk about something

Lan <3

i’m with Taylor right now, but what’s up?

y/n <3

oh okay, nevermind then :)

17:26pm | Monday

Lan <3

octopuses are so weird, they’re cool looking though

y/n <3

i thought you hated octopuses?

Lan <3

i did before.

but Taylor told me some cool facts about them

y/n <3

i did that with sharks🙃

14:27pm | Friday

y/n <3

you’ve been hanging out with Taylor a lot

Lan <3

anything wrong?

y/n <3

nothings wrong, i just miss you

Lan <3

i’m not leaving you though.

y/n <3

no, i know

13:45pm | Wednesday

y/n <3

hiiii! do you wanna hang out?

hello?

read

16:56pm | Wednesday

Lan <3

sorry i was hanging out with Taylor

y/n <3

i know.

Lan <3

why are you mad?

y/n <3

i’m not?

Lan <3

why is it so wrong that i’m hanging out with her?

18:34pm | Sunday

y/n <3

you’re forgetting me.

lando

i’m not though?

hello?

answer me.

i’m not forgetting you.

14:30pm | Wednesday

y/n <3

you’re all i have, had.

lando

why are you using dots? don’t scare me

y/n <3

is Taylor all you needed?

lando

stop.

17:25pm | Tuesday

y/n <3

i’m sorry

lando

for what?

stop leaving me on read, please.

stop scaring me.

you’re not funny.

18:45pm | Thursday

lando

i miss you

i was dumb

i’m really sorry

Venus is the only planet to spin clockwise

i really wanted to tell you, i miss your facts. i love you. i hope one day we meet again

you could’ve told me about Taylor. i reread our messages, i saw that you needed me

i’m sorry

12:34pm | Sunday

lando

you looked really pretty at your funeral today

i miss you

pez candles were made for you, so you could stop smoking

i could smell it on you before, now i miss it.

3:34am | Tuesday

lando

sharks skin feels like sandpaper.

7:17am | Wednesday

lando

sharks are one of the oldest living species on the earth.

but you knew that, right?

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this made me sob writing it😭

ib: this tiktok

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[sohnric]

bad idea, right? – k. sunwoo

pairing: soundcloud rapper! sunwoo x gn! reader

genre: exes to lovers, angst, suggestive. i know this is toxic as fuck dont @ me sometimes i like to write shit like this because it's realistic...

word count: 4k

warnings: a whole lot of arguing, swearing, both of them being toxic and childish, a heated makeout session, overall just..messy. so messy.

a/n: similivinlife u inspired this. not my proudest moment but oh well 😵 the original of this draft was for the fic dancing in my backseat on @rrxnjun that i didnt end up using and revamped for this, so if u see any similarities it is because both fics are mine :P and once again, as always, thank u @csenke my sweetest beloved for beta reading 🤍

“I don’t think you can imagine the things I have to deal with about that track, like, I was literally in the town yesterday and around six people stopped me and wanted the backstory and I don’t know what, and it’s really, really annoying–”

Your voice cuts off, being replaced by a beat that makes acid taste on your tongue and hair stand up all alert, like a feral cat’s would when you try to get close to it, making you immediately turn off the song, letting a scream out into your pillow. There’s a storm of emotions inside of you as you take the phone you’ve been listening to the new song on back into your hand and pull up his number– because you blocked him everywhere else in hopes of never seeing his face again– and shoot him an angry text about the matter.

you [7:21pm]: are you kidding me???

you [7:21pm]: you are really so damn egoistical for doing this 

you [7:21pm]: really don’t think about anyone else except yourself huh

you [7:21pm]: ignore my messages again like the last time and i swear to god i’ll send someone to beat your ass

Fingers quicker than your own thoughts, you hammer down the messages on the keyboard, laced with the fury that’s been shaking with you ever since you learned that he released a new track that included yet another one of your voice messages you sent to him. It was excruciating to listen to, to say the least– your dignity stripped away slowly, piece by piece with the unsettling realization that your personal matters are now out there in the open, for everyone to see and judge, for the whole world to pick apart and analyze. Which is kind of funny, considering the nature of your breakup– you’re not so sure his fans would like what they would find out about him, had they dug deep enough.

Not saying that you are innocent in this matter, of course– you just don’t think it’s really fair to not have the platform to tell your side of the story.

don’t pick up [7:24pm]: feisty one aren’t ya

don’t pick up [7:24pm]: what’s this about

Clenching your jaw as you stare at the messages popping up on your screen only a few minutes after yours get delivered– which is unusual for him, to say the least– you work your way through another angry reply.

you [7:25pm]: your song???

don’t pick up [7:25pm]: did you like it? ;)

A dry chuckle escapes your throat at the last message. Of course you didn’t like it. You weren’t really a fan of the invasion of your privacy. You didn’t like the fact that he once again used your voice without permission, letting the whole world listen to your angry words that were addressed to him and only him. What was there for you to like about the song? His cheesy lyrics? The way he acted like he was way above you, belittling you with the power he had over you with all those voice messages? 

you [7:26pm]: yes i loved the invasion of my privacy a lot, thank you sunwoo

you [7:26pm]: isnt this illegal? ill look into it

don’t pick up [7:27pm]: now you’re being ridiculous.. its just a song y/n :) 

Was he being serious? Just a song? What about the prying eyes staring at you whenever you walk through the campus? What about the whispering behind your back whenever you sit in the school cafeteria? The pointed fingers whenever someone recognises that it’s you– the one that dated the good-for-nothing Soundcloud rapper and then broke his poor little heart. Was it ever really just a song?

you [7:28pm]: you cant be fr rn..

don’t pick up [7:33pm]: ah…let’s just talk abt it then

don’t pick up [7:33pm]: i’ll pick u up at 8? 

Staring at the messages on the screen, you let out another dry chuckle. The skin of your fingertips tingles when you swipe across the surface of your phone, opening the messaging app once again and tapping on the little bubble on the bottom, making the keyboard appear. The gears in your brain turn in swift motion as you try to sound nonchalant in your response, typing and deleting the message again, never getting the tone quite right. 

Responding to your ex boyfriend’s jabs and teasing in person seems to be easier for you, contrary to popular demand– you don’t have much time to think of your answer before the time frame between your arguments would turn too awkward with the silence, so you just say the first thing that comes to your mind. It comes naturally to you, though, and while you don’t particularly enjoy the fury and adrenaline that his smug smirks and jarring words make you feel, the tension his sudden messages built up only makes you more hesitant. 

You haven’t met up with Kim Sunwoo since the day you ended things, and you know damn well there’s a good reason for it.

Seeing him around campus or at parties of your mutual friends is a whole other thing than being with him in a closed space, all alone. It’s been a month since you ended things and while you are fairly certain that Sunwoo is a major jerk that is out to ruin your life, you can’t really tell if you’re actually over the major jerk that is out to ruin your life.

Seemingly letting Sunwoo know that you have the chat open, letting him watch your chat bubble pathetically appear and disappear in consistent time intervals, another quick message is shot your way, making your heart drum against your rib cage in even swifter motions. Running your hand through your hair, you sigh and drop the phone into your lap, helpless.

don’t pick up [7:40pm]: i’ll take it as yes

Sighing to yourself, you stand up from your bed and put on some presentable clothes. You don’t want to give Sunwoo any ideas, and that’s why you only change into clean sweatpants and a tank top, not putting much effort into your appearance at all. You need to send him the signal of being nonchalant– although your stance on the way he uses you in his songs is full of anger and resentment, you don’t want it to seem like you care much about the man himself at all.

Dragging yourself out of your room and putting on your shoes, you bump into your roommate Aeri passing you by with a mug of tea, her hair in a towel as she just came out of the shower. “You’re going somewhere?” 

“Going out,” you grunt.

“Oh?” she hums, leaning into the doorframe, “with who?”

The question catches you off guard. Turning around on your heel, you flash her an innocent smile, brain thinking of every possible solution you could use to not tell her that you’re going out with the exact person you’ve spent the last few weeks grunting over in dismay. “No one important,” you start, when her face morphs into a distressed frown.

“Is it Sunwoo?”

“Look, I-”

“It is fucking Sunwoo! I heard you scream into your pillow just now, I should’ve known it was that prick again,” she grunts, her guess confirmed by the very obvious discomfort on your face, suddenly in a hurry when you try to get out of the house in one swift motion and save yourself from the cross-examining conversation that’s surely about to happen judging by the look in Aeri’s face.

“I gotta go-”

“What about all your ‘I don’t ever wanna see him again’ talk?” she sighs, clearly disappointed with your life choices. 

“Look, it’s about the songs he’s been putting out. He’s being an ass about replying back to my messages and god knows I’m not calling him, or else he’d record it and put it in another song like the freak he is,” you squint your eyes at her, making sure your intentions are clear to your worried roommate. 

“Oh, right, because he’s going out with you just to talk,” she mutters, “when all you two have done since you broke up is argue. Mhm, seems about correct,” Aeri adds, making the situation even worse than it already was, because she’s right, after all– when have the two of you held a normal conversation in the past few weeks? Seeing him tonight might just be the worst idea of your life– right after deciding to date him, of course– and you’re completely aware of the fact.

Opening your mouth to answer with a jarring comment meant to put your roommate back in her place, the words are taken off your tongue when you hear the ring of your phone, the notification on your screen flashing with his messages.

don’t pick up [8:04pm]: youre 5 mins late

don’t pick up [8:05pm]: come out

“Look, I gotta go. We’ll talk about this later,” you mumble as you take your bag off the hanger, Aeri’s disapproving eyes following you as you head towards the door. 

“Right. Have fun,” she ironically sings, knowing very well what Kim Sunwoo’s intentions are for the night. Still, you fakely gag to her comment before you’re out the door and walking down the entryway.

As your figure walks out of the apartment complex, you almost don’t notice the man. You were expecting him to be waiting just behind the door, resting against the wall as he usually did back when you two were dating. The sight that meets your eye shocks you a little when you find him leaning against a 2007 Audi A4, the silver exterior of the car contrasting with the darkness of his clothes, hands folded on his chest as he watches you with an overly-confident smirk. 

“Took you long enough,” he teases as you finally cut through the distance. 

“Didn’t know you were so eager to see me,” you bite back, eyes scanning the vehicle. “Did you finally get a car with that new profession of yours? Or is that another one of your friend’s again?” you point towards the car, making the boy chuckle.

“Mine,” he says, “my ‘good-for-nothing career’ is taking off, as you may have noticed,” he hums, referencing all the arguments you two used to have about his dreams and ambitions, making you wince a little at the comment. You never believed in him ever making it big– you just didn’t think his dreams were ever really realistic– but judging by the way it’s been going for him, you must admit you may have been wrong with your snarky arguments before.

“Well, it’s not much, then,” you mutter instead, pretending to judge the state of his old, used-looking car.

“Gets the job done,” he shrugs as he peels himself off the door, opening the passenger side and sparing you a short glance. “Hop in?”

Sunwoo doesn’t wait for you to sit down so he can close the door after you– instead, he walks around the front of the car to the driver’s side, getting in himself– much to the gentleman he’s always been. Making sure you slam the door shut with as much force as you can, just to anger the man and his new toy, you fasten your seatbelt and watch as Sunwoo winces, but doesn’t mention it when he turns the engine on with a turn of the key and drives off the parking lot.

“Where are you taking me?” you ask, watching as the male snickers to himself. The calmness of his composure makes you oh so annoyed, making you despise every second spent together with him in the small space breathing in his cologne and listening to the songs playing through the speakers, reminding you of the playlist he’d always put on when he was given the privilege of the aux cord.

“What? Are you scared I’m gonna kill you?” Sunwoo jokes.

“Seeming that you’re batshit crazy, one can’t know what to expect from you nowadays,” you grunt, making him cheese with amusement.

“I thought I was just ‘a loser Soundcloud rapper that can’t do anything in life’,” he repeats to you a sentence you uttered out upon your breakup, the emotions getting the worst out of you after the way he’s been treating you. “Would a loser like me kill you? I don’t think so.”

“Very funny, Sunwoo,” you ironically bite back, rolling your eyes at his composure. The fact that he seemingly has the upper hand on you in the conversation makes you falter a little bit. “I just wanted to talk about the songs you’ve been putting out.”

“You wanted to tell me how much you like them? Thank you, I’m flattered–”

“No, you idiot. I wanted to talk to you about how uncomfortable they’re making me feel!” you yell out, making the male wince. 

There’s a momentarily silence in the car as the male drives, the streetlamps disappearing out of sight as he drives away from the city, into more sparse areas. His voice is a little more serious when he speaks up now, the lack of teasing in his tone making shivers run down your spine. “I don’t think it’s that serious, really.”

“Really?” you chuckle. “Because I don’t find it fun when people stop me on the street and ask all about our relationship, Sunwoo. Because I don’t know if you noticed, but you never asked for my permission when you used those.”

The sound of your own voice resonates through your brain, the first voice message he ever used in one of his songs (the one that made him finally more popular, funnily enough) making you sigh out in the darkness of the car. ‘Just.. I dunno, I said sorry, I apologized, I don’t know what more you want me to do.. like, what’s going on? Literally nothing, so like.. can’t we just… move on from this and… fucking let it go?’

“One would think you’d stop sending me these after the first one,” Sunwoo utters out, voice low and almost a little amused, which makes you tip over the edge.

“And I would think you wouldn’t use audio of me being vulnerable with you in a fucking song that everyone would hear, Sunwoo!” 

“Oh, did you mean that part where you called me a hypocrite for hanging out with my friends from high school without telling you? Or the part where you cursed me out after you broke up with me because I dared to text you again–”

“I was trying to pierce things back together!” you yell, making the male quiet down, resulting in taking a right turn towards a dead-end, the road approaching a forest. Not a single soul is to be found around here except the two of you, and when he turns the engine off, but stays staring ahead of him towards the trees, you continue with everything you’ve been holding inside of you– instead this time, your voice is more quiet, not having to scream over the sounds of the car anymore.

“I was apologizing. I was trying to make us work, Sunwoo. And just because you didn’t see it or didn’t have it in you to pay attention to me that night, it doesn’t give you the right to exploit me for your gain and make a fool out of me in front of everyone,” you say, watching as the male chews on the inside of his cheek.

“You are the one that broke up with me,” he says into the silence, “not the other way around.” 

A moment of silence hangs over you two like a heavy jacket. You were well aware of the fact– you broke up with Sunwoo after the night he went out with all of his female friends from high school, not telling you a thing about it before you found out through an Instagram story of one of them. You knew he was being petty, you knew he was doing it just to get back at you– because you never passed out on a chance to make him feel jealous, getting back at him for all the controlling comments he would make whenever you went out to clubs with your girlfriends– but it still drove you up against the wall and made you break.

Maybe you and Sunwoo weren’t made for each other. There’s no denying that you loved each other– you just didn’t really know how to handle your relationship. You never really learned how to handle problems. How to resolve issues. Both of you were too immature for the other, and it would never work– you only came to this conclusion after many tear-filled evenings, but coming to peace with it is still yet to come.

“I don’t see how that’s relevant to this conversation,” you say, shaking your head in disbelief.

The male scoffs, turning his head towards you, meeting your eye. “Did you even listen to the songs?” 

“Of course I did, how else would I know–”

“Then you must have noticed that I’m not making fun of you, or putting you on blast, or belittling you, or whatever you and your friends have said about me for the past month,” he counts on his fingers as he recites the words with an annoyed tone, big eyes bearing into yours. 

“You exposed me being vulnerable.”

“I’m vulnerable in these too!” he urges out, eyebrows furrowing at you in exasperation.

“That’s your fucking choice! Don’t drag me into it!”

While you must admit that none of the lyrics Sunwoo’s ever written about you were lies, or making fun of you or throwing harsh words in your direction, you still feel as if a chunk of you has been thrown out in the open, for anyone to pick apart and poke around. You always told Sunwoo you liked his way with words, and there is no denying that his lyrics, although they were painfully honest, were quite beautiful. If you weren’t the one the songs were about, maybe you’d even like them. Maybe you could give them a listen without feeling like you want to crawl out of your skin. Maybe you could add them to your playlist without feeling ashamed that you’re still thinking about the male, picking apart your relationship like every outsider has been doing since the songs went viral, but instead, finding places where you could’ve done things differently and kept him by your side.

It was hard to listen to his words and see the reflections of your past flashing in front of your eyes like a movie. While you admit that he did the timeline of your relationship justice, you do despise the fact that his words are getting to you so much. 

You don’t like hearing about the things you’ve done wrong. You don’t like listening to him apologize– although he would never do so directly. You don’t like to hear him say that he misses you, because it makes it hard for you to keep your fair distance from him.

“I don’t know what I was thinking… Can you drive me home, Sunwoo? We’re clearly not on the same page about this,” you say, averting your gaze from him towards the window.

“No.”

“Sunwoo, can you please drive me–”

“Not until we talk about this, no,” he says firmly, watching you foam over with fury.

“What else is there to talk about?”

“Us!”

“There’s no us anymore, Sunwoo! And I think it’s the time you come to terms with that and stop abusing our failed relationship for your stupid songs,” you bark, throwing daggers into his skull with your fierce eyes.

“So you get to go and post angry tweets and badmouth me in front of your friends, but when I cope in a perfectly respectful manner, it’s wrong?” he argues, scoffing and shaking his head at you.

“God, you’re unbelievable. You’re comparing two vastly different things–”

“Do you not like the songs because you feel exposed, or do you not like them because I’m saying exactly what you don’t want to hear?” he asks, eyes bearing into yours with such heaviness you feel like you could cut the tension with a knife.

“Like what? That you think I regret breaking up with you?” you scoff, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Why else would you pick a fight with me every time I call? Why pick it up at all?”

“Why do you call, then?” you challenge him, chewing on the bottom of your lip. The male leans closer to you, sparks dancing in his eyes when his voice resonates through the car like a low thunder, making the tips of your fingertips buzz and your heart beat faster.

“You know exactly why I call.”

“To make me angry and get me to scream at you?”

“If that means I get to talk to you,” he shrugs, a subtle grin overtaking his features, a churn of your stomach warning you of the dangerous area you just entered.

Eyes never breaking contact with his, relishing in the way his hungry gaze picks you apart, you attempt to conceal your true feelings with an annoyed comment. “This isn’t going anywhere,” you muse, “god, I never wanna see your face again.”

He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, teasing you. “That’s what you said last time,” he says, “so what are you doing in my car then, babydoll?”

The pet name makes your stomach drop, the lightness in your head coming back to you as you furrow your brows at the male, trying hard to come up with a smart remark. Your brain turns into liquid and there’s buzzing in your ears as you try to focus on staying calm and true to your best judgment, but the moment Sunwoo’s head leans even closer to your face, his words render you both speechless and thoughtless as he mutters a sentence that’s barely louder than a whisper, yet powerful enough to pull you in.

“Stop fighting me for once, will you?”

Your lips are pushed against his with force, the kiss mirroring the essence of being starved of each other for the past month. His plush lips move against yours with the skill that only a man you’ve spent tens and hundreds of nights kissing would acquire, his hand placed on your jaw to steady you, adjusting the pace of his kisses just the way you always liked it. 

A force that’s greater than yourself brings you out of your seat and into the driver’s lap, giving the male better access to your throat as you settle comfortably under your newly acquired human chair. His strong thighs flex under you when you thread your fingers through his hair, bringing him back up to connect your lips together before he breathlessly pulls away, gazing at you with a boyish grin on his face.

“Why did we even break up again?” he jokes.

You reply to him with the same lightness of your tone, shrugging. “Because you were a jealous, possessive prick and I had a short temper that always egged you on?” you say, watching as the male pretends to ponder on the information, humming to himself.

“I think I can put that past me.”

“Can you?” you joke, tracing his cheekbone with your thumb, a sly smirk playing with your lips as you lean over him and press a firm, yet short peck to his swollen lips. “Or will you make another mediocre song about it?”

“Don’t call them mediocre,” he squints at you, eyes tracing your face when your hands slip further down his face to cradle his jaw, thumbs padding his lips.

“I easily outdid you on your own song, Kim Sunwoo.”

“That’s why I add you in, actually.”

“Really?” you snicker, tone full of fake disbelief. His hands hold your sides when you lean over the man and latch yourself to his neck, dragging out kisses up and down his warm skin. “Will you make a song for each of our arguments, then?” 

Teeth scraping the skin of his throat, you find the male humming under you in pleasure and satisfaction. He has you right where he wanted you– and although this is not how you imagined the night to go, you don’t find yourself disappointed with the turn of events. The previous annoyance is still there, but now is shielded by the need in you, the longing for him you can’t really battle whenever he is around.

Settling deeper against his body, you feel the male slip one hand into your hair, tugging at the roots of your hair gently to bring your face back to his, averting your attention away from the love bites you’ve been placing on his skin. 

“Unless you give me another topic to write about,” he suggests, his hungry lips swallowing your reply. 

You and Sunwoo were never really good for each other. Too messy, too turbulent, but too consumed with the other to ever truly let go. Seeing him tonight surely wasn’t the best of your ideas– but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t silently hope the evening would turn out this way.

You and Sunwoo were never the ones to make good decisions when it came to the other one anyway. What’s one another badly calculated step in your relationship gonna do?

[slutforsnow]

imagine Coryo or Billy dating a theatre kid and them seeing the unholy hours their theatre kid s/o spends at rehearsals

(like one time i was at a rehearsal that started at 10:30am and only left the building at 7:00pm)

Gonna start answering my asks now cause I'm tired af (I have 11 asks and I wanna reopen my inbox) also THIS IS SO REAL. In high school, I was apart of tech in my senior year. I WAS GETTING TO SCHOOL AT 7:45AM AND LEAVING AT 10:30PM WITH HOMEWORK 😭 my actual dismissal was at 2:25pm instead of 2:55pm cause I didn't have 7th period

-Coryo-

THIS MANS JAW HAS HIT THE BOTTOM OF THE MARIANNA TRENCH.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE TO WORK THESE HOURS?? This is unhealthy, and I KNOW unhealthy. Do they even let you eat? Rest? Get dinner or anything?!" Question after question that man is PARANOID ABOUT YOU 😭

-Billy-

Billy is joining you to make sure you don't suffer alone and when you guys get home, PRINCESS TREATMENT. He won't rest until you're comfortable, sleeping, and WELL👏🏼FUCKING👏🏼FED👏🏼 (also may fight the director for making you work so much 🤺)

[samoankpoper21]

MTL to date a plus size person - Shiratorizawa Academy

A/N: This is a REPOST!! I didn't like how the first one came out so I decided to revamp, rewrite, and edit, edit, edit this post. Took me forever but we finally made it y'all 🥲 Again these are based off of my opinion/what my gut fupa tells me 🤣 I am also writing from a chubby!/plus size! POC reader POV. All of them are aged up/of legal consenting age. Also in celebration of the fact that the Haikyuu! movie hit theaters in the USA yesterday!! Enjoy~!!

Content Warnings: some cursing, suggestive smut, fat shaming if you squint really hard, small mention of someone attempting to unalive themselves

Ushijima Wakatoshi: I don't know why but I FEEL IN MY GUT that this mans loves him some THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIQQQQQQQQQQ women. He's a big boi so he loves him a thiccccc partner. He loves squeezing your love handles and playing with your thighs, it's his stress reliever. The softness of your skin when he kneads it with his rough, course hands instantly relaxes him. You got cellulite? He doesn't care. Got stretch marks? Baby he'll kiss and trace 'em. Fupa? UGH HE LOVES THE PUDGE. One thing he cannot stand is how sometimes you let society's beauty standards dictate whether he should be with you, he finds it frustrating how you get lost in your head and start comparing yourself to the women you see via ig. He's always encouraged you letting you know IF your weight really bothered you then he would continue to support you by being your gym partner. Regardless please let this man continue to support you physically and emotionally because he will. The sound of the TV only served as background noise, Wakatoshi's head nestled on your tummy as your left fingers ran through his hair, your right hand holding your phone. You were scrolling through instagram a flurry of women similar in age popping up on your feed toting their tiny waist, wide hips, huge tits, and even bigger ass. Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! It was Wakatoshi's dm's going off. Staring in amusement at his sleeping form you chuckled. How could he sleep through all of that? Switching into his account you figured maybe it was Tendou sending him pictures from Paris. He had tons of unopened messages from women, his requests way past 50+. The most recent sender caught your eye, your eyebrow arching up, a slight frown forming. It was from a former classmate named Hana, your memories of her unpleasant. Regardless of the fact that she knew you and Wakatoshi were together in high school she still tried to get him alone, persuading him how much of a better partner she would be instead of you. Back then Wakatoshi just ignored her blatantly telling her, "I'm with Y/N." You clicked on her profile silently gasping; you hated to admit it but she looked amazing, her pictures garnering thousands of likes and comments. Most of her profile were pics of her showing of her "natural body" from working out, the men in her comments thirsty. You tried to switch back to your account but the phone slipped causing you to quickly catch it before it hit your face. Letting out a sigh of relief you glanced at your screen semi panicked, you had just opened Hana's message. >>Wakatoshiiiiiiiii (7:35:06PM) >>Wakatoshi heeeeeeeyyyyy (7:35:10PM) >>I'm talking to you (7:35:20PM) >>I know you see my messages Toshi-kun (7:35:40PM) >>Wow you're really going to ignore me? (7:36PM) >>You're really going to ignore me for that fat bitch 🤣 (7:36:15PM) >>She doesn't' deserve you (7:36:25PM) >>You deserve to be with a REAL woman (7:36:40PM) >>Sends tit pic (7:37PM) >>Like what you see baby? (7:37:20PM) >>Let me take care of you like a real woman should (7:37:35PM)

Love? you hadn't realized Wakatoshi stir in his sleep. "O-oh Ushijima." He frowned at the use of his family name, noticing you averting his gaze. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to it's just your notifications kept going off like crazy and I thought it was Tendou sending you something-" Wakatoshi gently peeled the phone away from your hand peering at the screen, his frown deepening. He sighed typing out his reply: 'Hana, I do not appreciate you sending me such pictures and calling the love of my life, my wife, 'fat'. I suggest you take anti-harassment classes or cyber bullying classes. Don't ever reach out to me again. P.S. A real woman knows that she doesn't always have to resort to using her body to get a man." After he sent that to her, he blocked her, closed his eyes, and deeply sighed. "Ushijima, are you...are you mad at me?"

"I can never be mad at you love. Frustrated, yes. You aren't calling me by my first name or the other names you call me."

"O-oh." you nervously chuckled. He sat up pulling you against him so that you were straddling him, his hard cock pressing into your clothed pussy causing you to gasp. His hands were softly running up and down your thighs, he leaning forward so that your foreheads touched. "Y/N," his gruff baritone voice called out. "I only have eyes for you. I just wish you saw yourself the way I see you."

"I do baby! It's just that sometimes," he shifted his hips causing a delicious friction taking your breath away making it hard to concentrate. "I-I get discouraged when I see -ngh- pics like that." He was kissing the sensitive spot on your neck that he knew would make you weak, submit to his desires. His right hand was squeezing and kneading your thigh, the left gripping your ass. "You are all I need. Rolls and all. I wouldn't have it any other way." Chuckling you kissed the tip of his nose, Wakatoshi's hips never faltering in the way it rolled against your aroused cunt. "I love you Toshi." "I love you too."

Tendo Satori: There's something aesthetically pleasing when you see a big girl/guy with a skinny/lean/muscular partner 😊 It just works okay? Again I feel it in my gut that this man LOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVEEESSS THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIQQQQQQQ WOMEN 😊 He's had to learn/adapt on his own to ignore the scrutinizing, judgmental stares due to him being a monster he has a monster cock there's no persuading me of otherwise so when he meets you being confident in your skin and owning the fact that yes you are "fat" he can't help but fall for you. ⚠️UNINTENTIONAL MANGA SPOILER⚠️ Satori becomes a chocolatier in Paris. When it comes to sex he's mid key heavy on the food play: he loves drizzling chocolate, white chocolate, whipped cream, or caramel on his partner's thighs, tits, and tummy; loves watching you squirm as you watch him slowly lick all the sticky, sweet ingredients off his favorite meal. "Ma chérie," he purred. "I made a new recipe and would love for you to try it."

"Of course love. You know I can never resist your chocolates. What's the occasion?"

"Valentine's Day is around the corner and the baker wanted me to create a small chocolate snack with a...punch." Punch? Knowing Satori he wouldn't outright tell you what that 'punch' was. "I hope you're not trying to kill me this time love."

"Never that ma douce," He kissed the top of your head as he set a saucer of small, dainty, assorted chocolate squares in front of you. "Enjoy." He smirked. Taking the milk chocolate you popped it into your mouth savoring the sweetness as it melted; you popped a dark chocolate square moaning as the sweet, strawberry jelly like custard gushed into your mouth. "Mmmmmmm mon bébé these are sooooooo goooood."

"Careful now love," He cooed with his back turned to you. "Those are aphrodisiacs." You nearly spit out the third piece you were on. Fuck it. "Is it working?" He asked shyly. You couldn't deny the embarrassing amount of wetness that was gathering in between your legs, your body heat rapidly rising. "Love?" Your quietness caused him to worry, turning around to find that you were no longer sitting at the table, your shared bedroom door slightly open. "Love?" Poking his head inside slightly he smirked to find you panting, lying on the bed naked with your legs spread, your sweet essence already dripping on the sheets. "Oh lo lo lo, so it works hmm?"

"If you don't shut up and fuck me right now Tori."

"Of course mon petit monstre."

Semi Eita: I'm not gon lie I kept overlooking this man but my gut kept going back to him. I am convinced that this man likes his women chubby 😊 Random but I saw this youtube short where they were simping over Semi's hands and I have not been the same since 🤣 His aloof nature allows him to tell people off when they disrespect you or if he feels that you are uncomfortable; however his aloofness is also his downfall sometimes 😅

Admittedly you didn't have the typical build of a body guard, standing at 5', 2" weighing at 250 pounds the academy doubted you: how can this fat chick be able to protect someone? Will she be able to withstand and withhold big crowds? You proved that despite your short height and heavy build you were strong, resilient; the academy calling you Little Ox. The academy had assigned you and 2 other male guards, Yuuji and Rito, to assist a famous band, the lead singer scoffing at you. "This puny thing is supposed to keep the crazy fans away?"

"Don't doubt her Kaku-san" your teammate Yuuji defended. "She has skill and talent, made it fair and square like the rest of us."

"Tch. Just make sure she doesn't get lost in the sea of fans." Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you took note of the shaved headed drummer named Namio, the long haired bassist Kouki and the stoic, handsome, guitarist Semi with headphones around his neck.

As the band made their way through the airport from South Korea, fans immediately swarmed towards them pushing and shoving trying to get through. One intimidating look from you and an extension of your arm caused the fans to slow down, Kaku's eyebrow raised. Yuuji flanking from the back smirked at Kaku's reaction. That reaction was short lived as you noticed an individual moving at an intense speed towards the group from your direction. "Little ox!" Yuuji yelled. Everything happened in a blur: you hit the assailant's forearm knocking the knife out of their grasp, pulled them towards you, threw them over you shoulder slamming their body down, your knee to their back twisting their arm pinning it. Everything went quiet except for the assailant's labored breathing. "Let me go! Let me go!" he screamed.

"Y-N chan! Are you ok?" Rito asked.

"I'm fine. Oi!" you gently slapped the side of the assailant's head. "I'm giving you one minute to explain yourself. After the minute is up I will break your arm."

"I'm not talking to you! You just got lucky to catch me!" Your hold on his arm tightened and twisted further as you continued to count down. "59...58...57...56...55..." the assailant screamed, cursing at how you're hurting him.

"L-let him go." Kaku pleaded. Kaku shivered at the cold, distant expression you gave him. "45...44...43...42...41...40..." She truly is a monster Kaku thought to himself.

"29...28...27...26...25"

"Aaaaaaaaaaagggghhhhh! This is all Kaku's fault!"

"Oh?"

"Ever since that stupid guy announced he was dating that celebrity my sister has been so depressed! Are you really okay with one of your fans dying?!"

"Oi, did Kaku-san hold a gun to your sister's head and tell her to die? You think hurting this man will help your sister? She needs professional help. You're just trying to find someone else to blame because you don't want to help. Stop living like this." The man broke down sobbing, you sighing. "Rito -."

"Security's beside you Little Ox." Turning slightly you nodded your head easing off of the sobbing man, grateful that Rito, a man of few words, was always a step ahead.

"Y-Y/N-san-" Kaku began."

"Please refrain from intervening. That'll make my and your job easier. You asked whether I was able to protect you guys, withstand a crowd? This is enough proof right?"

"Y-yes."

"Rito! Yuuji!"

"Yes!"

"Let's continue shall we?" the walk to the van was quiet, Semi taking note of your full figure: your blazer a bit tight around your middle section, the way your love handles poked out, your ass sticking out of your black slacks. He sensed the dominant aura emanating from you the moment he laid eyes on you but found it thrilling to experience how much of a hold you had over your teammates. Semi isn't one to be submissive but he knew you could be submissive and that made the blood rush to his cock. He couldn't help as his imagination ran wild: you laying on his bed panting in all your naked glory, your tummy scrunching up, begging him to fuck you; Semi's long, thick, calloused fingers from years of playing guitar thrusting into your glistening cunt; Semi grabbing your hips slowly thrusting into you from behind as you pleaded with him to fuck you faster, harder. He needed release.

As the weeks went by Semi would observe you silently: admiring the way you carried yourself, how analytical and precise you were when it came to ensuring the venue they were performing at was safe and that no one could get through. He found himself drawn to you, falling for you. One day before a music show performance Semi found that his feelings for you were overflowing, bubbling over; that if he didn't express how he felt then and now he would go insane. Pulling you to the nearest staircase he trapped you between his arms, your eyebrow arching. "Mr. Semi, why are you trapping me in between your arms like so?"

"If I don't do this now I know I'll regret it for the rest of my life."

"What are you-"

"I like you." You could feel your face heating up as a million thoughts swept through your mind: was I that obvious? Did he catch on? I thought I was being careful with my facial expressions? Did I stare at him too long? His thumb swiped at your cheek bringing you out of your reverie. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" Biting your lip, tears threatening to spill over, fists clenched, you answered. "Semi-san, if you're only teasing me then I suggest you stop. This is going too far."

"I'm not." He firmly set. Looking up you saw the unwavering emotion in his eyes. You still couldn't believe that Semi had feelings for you, he never showed the slightest bit of interest; always politely saying good morning and making sure to let you pass first, you getting a whiff of his cologne. "But I'm..." you carefully whispered.

"Huh?"

"I'm bigger than you."

"So?"

"You don't mind?"

"I could care less if you're bigger than me. I fell for you not your body." Letting a moment of silence pass he asked, "Wait...do you not like me back?"

"No, no I'm sorry. I do. I like you. A lot."

Reon Ohira: Much like Semi Semi I struggled (I wasn't trying to be biased what with the community/culture I grew up around). He's literally the fine, thin line holding one from crossing into the least likely to date a plus sized individual - it may be because the anime doesn't really focus on him 🥲 or the fact that I don't know much about him 🥲😅 If I'm wrong please tell me 😅 In regards to Reon it's a loud, low hum when it comes to him; like I feel that he would appreciate the fluffiness of a plus sized individual. He's known to be the person to calm the team down/center them so I can imagine that his partner would be a little feisty in comparison to him.

Standing in line for a funnel cake you and your husband Reon Ohira were merely enjoying each other's company, conversation ebbing and flowing smoothly. Standing on your tiptoes you pouted. "Babeeee," you whined. "What's taking so long?"

"Well hunn we're at a carnival. There's bound to be a long line for sweets." He pecked your forehead and continued to stare ahead. Taking this time your eyes slowly swept over his features: prominent brows, sharp nose, pointed ears, tanned skin, the veins snaking down his forearm, the intricate design of it on his hands always turned you on. You were about to stand on your tiptoes again to whisper something raunchy until a hard bump against your shoulder caused you to stumble. Turning quickly to catch the offender you yell out, "Hey!" Ohira, arms snaking around your plump waist already trying to steer you in, calm you down. The man turned around to stare at you blankly, phone in hand. "Maybe you should get off your phone while walking."

"Sorry. Must'n have seen ya."

"How the hell you miss my big ass?"

"Babe," Ohira hissed. The man smirked and agreed. "You're right, how could've I missed someone taking up so much space?" Ohira lengthened to full height booming, "I don't appreciate you talking to my wife like that. I understand that you have your own preferences but disrespecting my wife is unacceptable." The murmurings of the crowd caused the man to feel uncomfortable, his face turning beet red. "Tch." He swiveled around and stomped off. "Are you okay love?"

"You know I coulda handled it."

"Absolutely not. Someone disrespects you they're disrespecting me."

"Okay daddy." You smirked knowing the effect that word alone had on him. Feigning innocence you snaked your arms around Ohira's waist, making sure to press your boobs against the lower part of his chest tightly so that it would push up against him, looking up at him with doe eyes. He groaned when he saw how big your eyes were. "Behave bunny." he warned.

"What are you talking about? I am behaving." You pressed yourself tighter to him pouting, making sure to "adjust" your chest, Ohira's grip on your waist tightening. "Do I need to fuck that attitude out of you bunny? Smirking you answered with, "After we get that damn funnel cake."

[daceydeath]

Stray Kids Masterlist

All works are categorized by what they contain some works are not suitable for minors to interact with these are marked as 🔞. Please heed all warnings at the start of each piece and do not interact with any post you are not comfortable with.

Genres:   Fluff: 🧁   Angst: 🥀  Suggestive: 🍑  Smut:💦  Comedy:  🎪  Romance: ❤️ Supernatural: 🌙 Mafia: 💣 Strictly 18+: 🔞 Fantasy: 🦄

Reactions:

When you are on your period 🧁🎪 Picnic Dates  🧁❤️ Helping you when your sad 🥀🧁❤️ When you go into labor 🧁🎪  When you fall and hurt yourself dancing 🧁🥀❤️ Hyung Line, Maknae Line

Individual Members

Bang Chan Gentle Saviour 🧁 🥀 🍑  6:02am 🔞❤️💦 I Didn't Know you Were Filming 🧁❤️🎪 12:02am - Payback 🔞❤️💦 3:45am - Comfort 🧁 🥀❤️💦🔞 Why 🥀

Lee Know 7:15am 🥀  8:55pm 🧁❤️ 💦🔞    Minho 🔞💦❤️ While you are Sleeping 🔞💦❤️ (Ft Han) 11:26pm - Silk Ties🔞💦❤️ 2:21pm - Shopping Trips 🔞💦❤️

Seo Changbin 4:46pm - Personal Trainer ❤️💦🔞 9:57pm - My Treat 🔞💦❤️ (Ft Hyunjin) 5:35pm - Caught Out 🔞💦❤️ Claims 🔞💦❤️

Hwang Hyunjin 12:54pm 🧁🥀 10:50pm - The Award Show🔞💦❤️ 9:57pm - My Treat 🔞💦❤️ (Ft Changbin) Poor Decisions 🔞💦❤️

Han Jisung 4:45am 🔞💦❤️ While you are Sleeping 🔞 💦 ❤️ (Ft Lee Know) Alcohol and Alleyways 🔞 ❤️ 💦 Lazy Mornings 🧁❤️ Not Like This 🥀 ❤

Lee Felix Cuddle Bug 🧁 11:38pm 🔞❤️💦 One Time Only ❤️🔞💦 (Ft Jeongin) Felix 🔞❤️💦 Coffee & Cookies 🧁❤️ (M reader) Club 143 ❤ 🥀 🍑 🔞 💦 (long read)

Kim Seungmin 3:25pm 🧁🥀 9:02pm 🧁 The Next Step 🧁❤️🔞💦 11:42am ❤️🔞💦 That Fine Line Between 🥀❤️🔞💦 Morning Photographs 🧁❤️🔞💦 Oblivious 🧁 ❤️ 🍑

Yang Jeongin 1:15am🧁 ❤️ What Happens Backstage 🧁❤️🔞💦 One Time Only ❤️🔞💦 (Ft Felix) 7:45pm - Picnics in the Park 🧁 ❤️

[faerybin]

「Choi Soobin」 ☆

So here you'll find all of my favorite Soobin fanfics that you should read! Hope you will enjoy and let me know if one of the links doesn't work!

DRABBLES & TIMESTAMPS *⁠.⁠✧

7:25pm by @3raaaachachacha ↴

[0.5k] — fluff

2:53am by @sleepsacked ↴

[2.4k] — smut

Attention by @fairybinie ↴

[0.8k] — fluff, suggestive

Stranger danger by @delcakoo ↴ ♡

[1k] — fluff

Overworking by @blu-joons ↴

[1.2k] — fluff

Glasses by @bb-eilish ↴

[1.7k] — smut

ONESHOTS *⁠.⁠✧

Fangs by @beomie3 ↴

[2.1k] — smut

Oblivious by @rosewould ↴ ☆

[2.1k] — friends to lovers, smut, fluff

Anti-romantic by @the-name-chapter-ella ↴

[2.4k] — fluff

Incomplete seminar by @choibyus ↴

[3.1k] — fluff, college!au, sort of enemies to lovers

Special by @definitelynotcesia ↴

[3.3k] — vanilla smut, fluff, angst if u squint

Matter to you by @hueningshaped ↴

[4.6k] — overall fluff, angst

Friendly desires by @txt-trash ↴

[8.8k] — college au, smut, fluff, friends to lovers

Paper hearts by @soobmint ↴ ♡

[9.6k] — 80s!au, valentine’s day, ex best friend!soobin, rich boy!soobin, fluff

He loves me, he loves me not by @sankyeom ↴ ☆

[9.9k] — college!txt, best friends to lovers

What The Body Wants by @koqabear ↴ ♡

[22k] — sci-fi, enemies to lovers (kinda), smut, thriller, fluff (?), a sprinkle of angst

The naked neighbour by @ah-ga-seven ↴ ♡

⇉ Part 2

[33.6k] Two-shots — smut, fluff, lighthearted angst

SERIES *⁠.⁠✧

First Love by @moonhoures ↴

[57.9k] [4/5] [On going]

Genre : non-idol!au, college!au, smut, fluff

New fanfics ☆

Personal favorites ♡

Last updated : 02/25/2024

[sxcret-garden]

ღ P1Harmony Masterlist ღ

main masterlist personal faves in bold

ღ Keeho ღ

Full fics:

ღ 7:38pm | smut - 1.3k

ღ 9:25pm | smut - 0.8k

ღ Last | smut, angst, ex fwb, switch!Keeho - 4.4k (req) Desc.: You and Keeho had been friends with benefits for a long time, before he suddenly ended that relationship. Tonight he stands in front of your doorstep one more time, and you both know you can’t resist each other even after everything you’ve been through.

ღ oral, corruption kink | smut, dom!Keeho - 0.8k (req)

ღ "You take me so well." | smut, dom!Keeho - 0.8k

ღ Theo ღ

Full fics:

ღ 9:15pm | smut, sub!Theo - 0.9k (req)

ღ Be Mine | smut, college AU, enemies to lovers, dom!Theo - 5.8k Desc.: You’ve had secret feelings for Choi Taeyang for a while now, and you’re anything but happy about them. So now that your childhood friend Keeho has invited the both of you to his party, you’re forced to decide if you want to keep avoiding him, or if you want to finally take your chance and make him yours.

ღ “Don’t fucking stop, baby.” + “You look good like this.” | smut - 1k (req)

ღ Needy | smut, fluff - 1.8k Desc.: Due to his busy schedule and comeback preparations you haven’t been able to spend much time with your boyfriend Taeyang these days. That is until one night he comes home earlier than expected, and it becomes painfully obvious to the both of you that you just can’t keep your hands off each other any longer.

ღ Salt and Spices | smut, dom!Theo - 1.3k Desc.: After your boyfriend Taeyang eats all your favourite snacks again, you make him pay you back.

ღ “This is going a bit too fast…” + “I’ll guide you.” | soft smut, soft dom!Theo - 2k (req)

ღ Jiung ღ

Full fics:

ღ 11:54pm | smut, sub!Jiung - 1.3k

ღ A Melody | smut, sub!Jiung - 1.7k Desc.: Your parents aren’t home, which means you and your boyfriend Jiung have the house to yourselves, and you aren’t the type of person to let such an opportunity simply slip away.

ღ Intak ღ

Full fics:

ღ 9:43pm | smut, dom!Intak - 1.9k

ღ Blind Faith | smut, soft dom!Intak - 2.9k Desc.: In which you let your boyfriend help you overcome your fear of being blindfolded.

ღ Group ღ

Sub!P1H Headcanons | smut

Their s/o wearing lingerie | smut reaction (req)

Walking in on their s/o getting off by themselves | smut reaction

ღ hard hours ღ MTL's ღ

[luvangelbreak]

Deprived | Twenty-two

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, injuries, angst, mentions of drugs word count: 2.9k a/n: I’ve run out of things to say honestly just hope y’all won’t kill me atp

pov: matt

After giving Layla a change of clothes which consisted of a plain grey hoodie and the shorts Allie had left here which she now claimed as her own, I let her get comfortable in the corner of my bed with the bag of frozen peas pressed against her back. I sent my mom a message letting her know that Layla was staying over and that I'd be staying home from school tomorrow. My phone vibrated as soon as I put it on the bedside table and I picked it up to see a message from Nick in the group chat with him, Chris and me.

Triple threat

Nicolas she okay? 11:23pm

You yea she's just tired atm 11:23pm

Christopher do u want me to put the bandage on now so u guys can sleep 11:24pm

You yea we're not gonna go to school tmrw btw 11:24pm

Nicolas figured i'll msg nate 11:24pm

You thanks 11:25pm

"Chris is gonna come put the bandage on for you and then we can rest, okay?" I told Layla softly as I plugged my phone on charge and she nodded in response. A moment passed before I heard a soft knock on my door before it swung open, a tired-looking Chris appeared from behind it with medical tape and a clean gauze from the first aid kit.

"Hey, you feelin' any better?" Chris asked with his eyebrows threaded in slight worry and Layla sat up from where she lay on the bed with a shrug of her shoulders.

"A little," she spoke quietly and he gave her a comforting smile as he sat on the bed. She lifted the gauze away from her face and I turned on the light so Chris could see what he was doing better.

"The bleeding has stopped which is good," Chris mumbled as he looked at her face and grabbed the clean gauze, placing it over the cut, "Can you hold that while I put the tape on? Just so it doesn't move."

"Yeah," her voice came out in a whisper as she moved her hand up to hold the gauze. Chris quickly ripped off a few pieces of tape and stuck them around the gauze before he nodded.

"That should stay there overnight. I'll get some butterfly tape for it tomorrow and that will help heal it faster," he explained as he picked up a few things from the bed. A moment of silence fell into the room as Layla looked at Chris and unexpectedly, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"Thank you," I heard her small voice mumble into his shoulder and he glanced at me in shock. I furrowed my eyebrows, making a hugging motion with my arms to silently tell him to hug her back. He quickly wrapped his arms around her torso, patting her back gently as he avoided the bruise on her lower back.

"Anytime," he said softly and I let out a breath, a weird sense of pride flooding through me at the sight of them somewhat getting along. Layla quickly pulled back and Chris grabbed the rest of his things off the bed before making his way to the door, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," I gave him a fist bump as Layla gave him a small smile and he exited the room once again. I closed the door behind him before I locked it and made my way back over to the bed. I slipped out of my hoodie as I left my plaid pyjama pants on and my grey wife-beater.

"My back hurts," Layla whispered as I slipped under the covers and she immediately curled into my side, placing her head on my chest as I wrapped my arms around her, "Everything hurts."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked softly as I traced my fingers against the cotton of the hoodie along her arm.

"I can't," she mumbled, picking at the lint of my shirt and I pursed my lips.

"Why not?" I asked, trying not to pry but when she looked like she'd been through hell and back, it was hard.

"It's too hard to explain," she sighed, sitting up as she slowly moved her arm up with a wince, running her hand through her hair.

"Can you at least try?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing as she pursed her lips and looked at the covers that fell over my lap, "I can't go to sleep not knowing how this happened to you, Layls."

She sighed, placing her hands over her face as she breathed for a moment. I placed my hand on her thigh gently before she lifted her head.

"Can I write it? It's easier than trying to explain it out loud," she asked and I nodded understandingly. I quickly jumped off of the bed, finding a random pen and a notepad. I climbed back under the cover before I handed it to her. She sighed, flipping over to a random blank page and beginning to quickly scribble.

I left my hand on her thigh as she wrote quickly along the page and I stared at the ceiling, my mind racing at the possibilities of how this could've happened. I don't know how long we sat there in silence, the only sound being heard was pen on paper and my laboured breathing before she tapped my hand that was on her thigh. I looked over to her to see her handing me the open notepad, the plethora of words surprised me but I grabbed it and began reading.

I don't really know how to explain all of this but after my mum left, my dad started mixing with the wrong people. It's gotten worse over the years and about 4 years ago, he got fired as a mechanic and started dealing instead. At first he kept me out of it but after a year he asked me to deliver to people for him every now and then. I've been delivering for him for 2 years and I've had run-ins with a couple of his regulars but they've never really done anything to me, only empty threats.

I didn't come over after school because I went to deliver to these guys my dad had only dealt with two or three times. Apparently they asked for more coke than what my dad gave them and they said this was the third time in a row. They said what they did to me was a warning for next time. I don't even know their names and they didn't give me the money so I don't know what to do because it will just make my dad more mad if I show up without the money.

I told my dad I only wanted to deliver to regulars because they are nice like Wes but these guys are nothing like anyone I've delivered to. They know I'm scared of them but they don't know that hurting me like this won't affect my dad in any way, it will only cause me more damage and I just don't know what to do anymore. I can't get out of it because if I do, my dad will kick me out and I'll have nowhere to go. If I stay and do deliveries, I'll probably end up like this again soon or worst case scenario, I'll be dead.

I just feel trapped and I'm sorry I didn't tell you I do all of this shit sooner, I didn't want you to get involved because this is something I've dealt with my whole life and I can't drag you into this. I'm just scared and I don't want to do it anymore, I want to be normal.

You make me feel normal.

I put the notepad down on the bed and I looked up at her to see her head was back in her hands. I felt helpless, I didn't know how to handle this and I knew none of my friends did either. I sighed, placing the notebook on the bedside table as I sat up, running a hand across my face to process what was happening.

How did I not know she was dealing drugs? Why didn't it click to me when she said she was dropping something off for a friend and came to me high out of her mind? Why didn't I ask sooner how she was getting money when I knew her dad didn't have a lot?

How could someone do this to my pretty girl?

"Are you mad at me?" she whispered, her voice small and shaky as I lifted my head from my hand. Her eyes were brimmed with tears as she held her torso, hunched forward to help the pain in her back.

"No baby," I furrowed my eyebrows as I lifted my hand, running it through her bleached hair that was quickly growing out and showing her natural brunette hair at the roots, "I'm just processing everything."

"I'm sorry," her bottom lip quivered as a few tears spilled down her cheeks and I tilted my head, using my thumb to wipe away the tears as she leaned into my touch, "I don't have anyone else to help me. I know it's not fair to you but I just don't know what to do anymore."

"Hey," I whispered, lifting her chin so she would look me in the eyes, "We'll figure it out, okay? I'll talk to Mia or something-"

"No," she interjected, shaking her head as she pulled away from my hand, "My dad will go to jail and then I'll go to jail and then everything will be fucked. You can't tell Mia, she'll ruin everything."

"She won't," I spoke strongly, knowing that if I talked to Mia she would be willing to help. Even if she didn't want to help Layla, she would do it for me, "If we can figure out how to make sure there's no evidence of you involved in this then you won't have to go anywhere."

"What about my dad?" she asked, her voice breaking as more tears slid down her face, "He's the only family I have."

"Baby," I spoke softly as I reached into her lap and laced her hand with mine, "I know you love him because he's your dad but he's not your family. Your family will care when you get hurt. You just said he will only care about the money and if that's the case, you need to know that him being in your life will only mean you're gonna get hurt more."

She shook her head reluctantly, more tears spilling out of her eyes as she mumbled, "No."

I could tell she was exhausted and all of her pent up emotions were spilling over in an instant. I just let her feel everything she needed to in that moment as I held her hand, running circles on the back of her hand with my thumb to let her know I was there.

"I want my mom," she croaked out before her body broke into a sob and my shoulders dropped. I immediately pulled her towards me as she cried into my chest and I held onto her tightly, her sorrow seeping into me as I felt my eyes prick with tears. I didn't let them fall, knowing I had to be strong for her and I couldn't let my emotions overrule anything.

We stayed like that for a moment before suddenly there was a gentle knock at my door and my eyebrows furrowed. Layla lifted herself away from me as she caught her breath and I kissed the top of her head.

"I'll check who it is," I told her gently and she nodded as she wiped her tears with the sleeve of the hoodie. I slid out of the bed before trotting to the door, unlocking it and opening it slightly to see my mother standing there.

"I saw your message. Is everything okay?" her tone worried and her eyebrows threaded in concern and I let my mouth hang open.

"Layla's just going through a lot right now, Mom," I told her quietly and she pursed her lips, glancing behind me.

"Can I come in?" she asked and I turned back to look at Layla, hesitant to show my mother how Layla looked in such a vulnerable state. Layla nodded as she sniffled, hugging her knees to her chest and I turned around, opening the door wider to let my mom inside. She stepped inside the room and I could feel the concern radiating off of her as she looked at Layla, "Oh honey. Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Layla's voice was shaky and unconvincing as my Mom walked towards her. I closed my bedroom door to make sure no one else would come in as Layla hung her head low.

"Come here," my mother said gently as she opened her arms while she sat down on the bed and I smiled at her nurturing behaviour. Layla hesitated, looking over at me briefly before she curled into my mother's arms like a scared child. My mom engulfed her in her warmth, gently rubbing her back as Layla hugged her torso.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up," Layla mumbled as she pulled away from my mom and my mom shook her head with a comforting smile on her lips.

"I'd rather be awake to make sure you're okay," she told her softly, running a hand through Layla's dishevelled hair, "What happened?"

"I uh, some guys jumped me while I was walking home," she lied as she shook her head. I understood why she didn't tell my mom the truth, I wouldn't either now knowing the circumstances.

"Sweetheart, we have to file a police report," my mom told her and Layla immediately shook her head.

"I didn't see their faces. It would be no use," she conjured up another lie on the spot and it made me uneasy how quickly she would spin the truth.

"Does your dad know about this?" she asked and Layla pursed her lips as she shook her head.

"He's at work late. That's why I came here," she whispered and I crossed my arms over my chest, leaning against the wall beside my door and my mother glanced towards me, "I'm sorry for showing up like this. I didn't really have anywhere else to go."

"There's no need to apologise, honey. I'm glad you have my boy to take care of you," she gently ran her hand along Layla's bicep and Layla gave her an apologetic smile, "You stay here as long as you like, okay? We have plenty of room for you and help yourself to food."

"I couldn't ask you to do that," Layla denied her hospitality to which my mother unsurprisingly waved off.

"You're not asking. I'm offering," my mother insisted and Layla hesitantly nodded, picking at her fingernails nervously.

"Thank you," she whispered and my mom nodded, standing up from the bed before she walked over to me.

"We will talk about this tomorrow. Get some rest, the both of you," she said softly before she leaned up and kissed my cheek, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," I mumbled back as she opened the door before closing it behind herself and I locked it before making my way back to the bed, "I didn't think she'd wake up."

"Your mom is too nice to me," she pursed her lips with a frown as I slid under the covers, "I feel so bad having to lie to her."

"I know why you did," I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her temple as she sighed, "Let's try to get some rest, pretty girl. We can talk more about it tomorrow."

She nodded as she curled into my side and I laid back on the pillows, pulling the covers over both of us as she sighed. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, holding her close to me as she steadied her breathing. She kept shuffling to get comfortable every now and then but eventually, I grabbed her waist and pulled her on top of me. She looked up at me, chin against my chest as her eyes scanned my face.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her eyes heavy as they met mine and I wrapped my arms around her back, careful not to touch the bruise.

“Stop apologising. You know I’m always here,” I answered softly, moving my right hand up to tuck her hair behind her ear and I got lost in the feeling of her against my skin, “My pretty girl.”

“My pretty boy,” she whispered back and my face couldn’t help but break into a smile. Her expression mimicked my own and I felt my heart swell knowing that even after all the shit she had been put through, I was still able to see her beautiful smile.

My mind was reeling with how to fix this, how to help her, but it all floated away when she rested her head on my chest as her breathing became one with mine and her heart matched the beat of my own. She shifted to get herself comfortable again and before I knew it, soft snores emitted into the air from her mouth.

I let my mind float away into all the possibilities on how to solve this. How to make sure she was safe. How to not have Mia fuck this up. How to tell Chris and Nick without making them flip out. How to make sure Layla had a place to stay with enough money to go to college if she wanted to. How to make sure her dad gets what he deserves for putting his own daughter in this position. How to get Layla’s mother and sister in contact with her again.

How to help her feel normal again.

tags:

@dsturniolo @chrisstankyleg @lov3bug @pinklittleflower @thatcrazybitch-69 @trinity2058 @alorsxsturn @chrizznmetswife @ilovechrissturniolo1 @leprechaunbirthdaygirl @sturnfix @lilsstvrn @sturniololol @sturniolowhore @jebbie-project-blog @jaxyy219 @junnniiieee07 @mattsobvimyfav

[be-my-sunrise]

nct dream masterlist

all my works are fiction and contain smut unless stated otherwise. do not repost or translate my works or any other form of copying. i ONLY post on tumblr.

❣ = personal fave

Mark

drabbles

8:25pm (churchboy!mark lee x fem!reader)

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Renjun

drabbles

3:40am (bf!renjun x fem!reader)

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Jeno

drabbles

3:04am (idol bf!jeno x fem!reader)

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Haechan

drabbles

12:06am (bf!haechan x fem!reader)

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Jaemin

drabbles

2:27am (jaemin x fem!reader)

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Chenle

drabbles

7:17pm (chenle x fem!reader) ❣

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Jisung

one shots

Late Night Grind (idol bf!jisung x fem!reader) ❣

The Masked Man (roleplayer!jisung x fem!reader)

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[loversj0y]

omg congratulations on 200!!!! you deserve it :) it would be lovely if you could do so it goes or i think he knows for the event!!! once again so happy for you❣️

i think he knows

event masterlist

paring: wilbur soot x gn! barista reader

tws: alcohol, slightly suggestive (taylor was on something when she wrote this okay?) notes: this is my first time writing any sort of coffee shop au so it was very fun!

word count: 977

taglist: @l0veb0mb1ng / @core-queen / @zooone / @lillylvjy / @ghostsacrosslndnfields / @melunnek

Crushes were weird. You used to absolutely hate having them, especially when they came quickly. But for whatever reason, this cafe stranger changed that.

He showed up every day around 2pm and always ordered the same thing. He always chatted with you as well, especially given that 2pm came post-lunch rush so the place was mostly empty. You learned about him quickly. His name was Wilbur, and he worked in editing out of an office around the corner. He played guitar in a band, and he really like geography.. He was hot, as well, tall and with slightly curly brown hair that you wanted to know desperately what it felt like to run your hands through his hair. Not to mention, he had a fantastic fashion sense (for the most part) which just added to your attraction.

When he showed up that day, you felt your heartbeat quicken, and it felt euphoric. He flashed you a grin, and you grinned right back at him, having long done away with any notions of being subtle. 

You leaned up against the counter, “Hey, Wilbur,” you already began punching in his order, “How’s today?”

Wilbur chuckled, leaning his arms on the counter, and you were shameless in the way you peered at his forearms. “Today’s been good. Was the lunch rush bad?”

“Other than the business guy whose coffee I almost spit in, not bad.”

“Classy,” he joked, paying for his drink with a smile, “You should’ve. He probably deserved it.”

“I wouldn’t give him the privilege of tasting my spit,” you shrugged, smirking a bit. 

Before he could respond, you turned to make his drink. At this point, your flirting was entirely obvious. And, maybe it was the crush making you feel seventeen again, but God you just had to find some way to really get through to him. So what if it was a bit juvenile. Your phone number written across a cardboard drink holder was a strong way to get the message across. He took his drink, and he gave a smile at the number written there. He waved goodbye on his way out, and it wasn’t long before he texted you, making quick plans to meet for a small date not far from here for the next day.

It was nice, a small and cozy pizza place. You spent a lot of time getting ready, wanting to look really nice. You drove as well, not wanting to risk being late. You got there five minutes early, around 7:25pm. He was already there, sitting in a booth and sipping on a beer. Even from afar, he looked amazing. He was in a black button up with black pants and a white and blue racer jacket on top. You watched as he lifted his glass, taking a sip of his beer, and you felt your face heat up as you walked up.

He placed the glass down once he saw you, grinning softly and standing. 

“Hey, you made it.” He grinned, hugging you quickly.

You hugged him back with a smile, “Of course I did. Wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

He pulled away, looking over you quickly, “You look fantastic. Weird seeing you in something other than an apron for once,” he joked.

“Hey, that apron must be pretty flattering if you actually texted me.”

He flushed a bit, “I guess that’s true. I can’t say it isn’t flattering.”

You grinned, both of you sitting down. There was something so natural about being around Wilbur. Despite the ever-present stuttering of your heart, there was something so comfortable about being around Wilbur. It felt like making yourself at home, conversations rolling easily, as if you were old friends.  You both ordered food and carried on talking, and the date felt as natural as breathing.

The best thing was how easily he made you laugh. His storytelling ability alone allowed small details to become central conversations, and his jokes always made laughter bubble up in your chest. Even better was his smile. When he saw you laugh at his jokes, he always had a wide grin, his smile lyrical and beautiful. You’d never wanted anything more. And he absolutely knew. 

As he spoke, you could feel yourself getting lost in thoughts of a future with him. You wanted to know more about him, even with everything he’d already told you. You wanted to spend time with him and see the darker parts of him. You needed to actually be properly together for that to actually happen, but you wouldn’t let yourself get caught up in the details. 

“You’re zoning out on me,” he chuckled, taking a sip from his drink.

“Only a little,” you smiled.

“Care to share?”

“Can’t say I do,” you smirked softly, but you had the sense he didn’t even need the clarity to know what was going on in your head, “What do you say we get out on here?”

He smiled, nodding, “Alright. I walked here, so,”

“Oh, it’s alright. I can drive.” You hummed, and he smiled, nodding and standing. You took his hand, walking him out to your car and getting in quickly.

If you were worried about your own boldness, he didn’t let you feel it for a moment as once you’d both settled into the car, he lightly set a hand on your thigh. 

You shivered a bit under the contact, looking over at him.

“So,” he started, “Where are we going to go?”

You smiled, “I have a few ideas.”

“Oh? I think I know.” 

You smirked, whispering, “Where are we going to go?” 

“Yours or mine?”

“Yours.” You hummed, and he nodded, giving you his address quickly. 

You started driving, and as much as you knew that you wanted him, you knew even more that you didn’t have to tell him. You had a feeling he already knew.