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[cuppasunu]

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to: kate @blizzardfluffykpop req: sunwoo x reader | but i like you by boynextdoor summary: sunwoo has a crush and it’s driving him crazy. genre: college au | campus crush, strangers to lovers, fluff (no gendered pronouns but there is one mention of ‘girlfriend’) warnings: none wc: 1.6k words an: the draft was longer than this drabble but i actually held back from posting it all this time because this officially became a wip (help i have three sunwoo wips right now damn it).. who knows how fast i’ll get them out while working throughout the week, but writing your requests are truly the highlight of week! thank you soo much kate for requesting <3 stars: @blizzardfluffykpop @hyungseos-cafe @from-izzy @winterchimez @carrotsworld @jaehunnyy masterlist | @deoboyznet taking in your requests!!! — send a tbz member + song that reminds you of spring <3

sunwoo hardly believed in fairytales, but he was convinced you walked out of one.

trying to catch your breath from running, you swung open the lecture hall door a little stronger than you expected, assuming the huge handle was as heavy as it looked. 

in contrast to the dim room, the sunlight coming up from behind was shining at you like a spotlight. 

your hair was disheveled from your dire attempt to attend class on time. but in his eyes, it fell in a graceful yet effortless manner, simply complementing your beauty rather than demanding to be noticed. your flowy outfit and light steps brought back spring in the middle of august. or maybe it was your eyes that sparked so much life in this early morning. 

sunwoo’s heart started racing, not able to figure out whether it was because of you or the caffeine from half-empty latte in his hand. 

he suddenly caught your gaze, and your embarrassed smile nearly threw him in a loop. 

‘definitely not the coffee,’ he thought.

you searched for an empty seat in the room, disappointed at the chance of needing to walk all the way to the front, where most students have avoided taking. sunwoo slowly takes his bag off the seat next to him. 

'please sit next to me,' he whispered to himself like a mantra.

“you at the back,” the professor, dr. love, called out.

you looked around the general area before you processed who she was talking about. pointing at yourself like a lost little duck, you gathered how awkward the situation had become with 200 students looking straight at you.

“yes, you! stop looking around and take a seat,” dr. love said, “sit next to that boy with his mouth open staring at you-”

the whole room erupts in hollers and laughter. sunwoo quickly looked away. he knew everyone was looking at him, yet continued to deny any claim that he was the one dr. love was talking about. 

fortunately, you were too occupied to clearly make out what the professor said. apologizing, you picked the next available seat nearest you and started unpacking your bag. sunwoo’s cheeks burned the moment he sensed shuffling beside him, too nervous to look and check you had chosen to sit next to him after all. 

the professor moved past everything once everyone settled in to continue the lecture. 

when he finally gained the courage to look around him, sunwoo steals another glance at you. he could have sworn you locked eyes once again. he stopped listening to what dr. love was saying about the syllabus for the rest of class after that.

maybe, waking up for this class five days a week will be worth it.

…

“did someone kidnap sunwoo and replaced him without us knowing?” eric asked.

the whole crew—eric, hyunjae, haknyeon, chanhee, changmin—were walking downtown after his game, opting for a dinner out while it's still warm out past 5 PM. sunwoo heard his name out of context when he caught up with them, dismissed from his debrief with his cohort at the clinic. 

haknyeon and changmin looked at each other and suppressed a chuckle. sunwoo squeezed between the two and put his arms around them. 

“say something and i’ll seriously ki-”

“-sunwoo found himself a lil’ girlfriend!” chanhee chirped, shrugging as changmin slapped his arm.

“argh!!! how could you-”

“i didn’t say anything!” changmin insisted.

eric throws his head back, shocked to his core, “oh my god- he’s not denying it.”

“no- of course not- it’s not, i mean… of course it’s not true,” sunwoo stumbled upon his words.

it wasn’t a surprise that his friends would question what he was up to, seemingly becoming a changed person overnight.

haknyeon knew something was up when he no longer needed to turn off his roommate’s alarm for once. initially dreading the fact that he was stuck in the infamous 8 AM attendance-required lecture across campus, sunwoo’s enthusiasm now was undeniable. at times, he even had the time to buy coffee from changmin during his opening shift at the library cafe. 

“eric, you saw something?” hyunjae asked, pouting, but unable to contain his excitement. nobody catches him up about matters like this anymore, neck deep in his coursework and part-time fellowship with his professor as a fourth-year. 

“i wish,” eric shook his head, “i see him everyday coming into class early- our team passes that building on our morning runs every wednesday and friday.”

defeated, sunwoo stayed silent, careful not to give anything away. 

he couldn’t come clean about his silly crush, and if he was being honest, it would be more accurate to say it’s a crushing infatuation. on the rare occasions he sat anywhere remotely close to you, he was only able to gather these three things: you were a freshman, a psychology major, and your name was y/n.

“that’s all you know?” haknyeon asked, almost shouting from surprise.

“he probably didn’t even get all that by actually talking to y/n-”

sunwoo was going to open his mouth to defend himself, but closed it back after accepting changmin was right.

“classes started a month ago,” haknyeon furrowed his eyebrows, half- disappointed and half-frustrated from this realization.

“he’s a helpless case,” chanhee sighed, before walking into the restaurant first and checking their table in.

sunwoo was too stunned to move another step. he didn’t realize a whole month had passed, but could barely count the times he shared a couple of words with you in one hand.

the rest of the guys tap sunwoo in the back, whispering a series of good luck and you can do it before walking in. somehow, the gesture still managed to feel like a pitiful mockfest to the poor guy. he was beginning to think he was helpless himself.

eric stayed to offer his friend some help, “hm- you know that name sounds familiar. tell you what- i have this friend, kevin, he’s also a psych major and works at the student center by the dorms-”

“are you telling me to spy and stalk my crush?” sunwoo asked, terrified.

“if you knew what others do to know more about their crush” eric started, but decided not to finish his sentence. he shook his head and sighed exactly like chanhee did and whispered something under his breath.

 “trust, you’ll thank me later.”

…

thursday, 6:30 PM 

bennett hall, room 305

sunwoo stares at the note eric left him. even after insisting he would never accept his help without knowing how he got his intel…his legs ended up bringing him in front of the building. 

i have ten minutes to turn back and walk away, he thinks while staring at a small flyer pinned to the wall that advertised the university’s film club meetings, confirming he was at the right place.

“sunwoo, right?” 

his heart dropped to his stomach when he heard your voice. sunwoo hesitates before moving from his stance, already recognizing your voice before his eyes fell on you. 

“sunwoo, from dr. love’s class?”

“y/n,” he grinned like a fool, only calling out your name instead of answering you properly.

sunwoo looked at your surprised expression, holding back any indication that the reason he’s here has finally showed up. you switched back and forth from looking at him and the poster on the wall, connecting the dots.

“are you here for the film club?” you smiled.

sunwoo mindlessly fidgeted with the note on his hand and quickly crumpled it back to his pocket, “i- i am.”

“i’m in it too! this is great- we’re always looking for new members. is it your first time?”

sunwoo nodded. he couldn’t believe you remembered his name, much less recognize him outside of class. 

while trying to get it together as he freaks out on the inside, he listens to your lengthy intro of the club. you went on and on and on, not knowing he was still trying to get over the fact that you were exchanging more than five words to one another. 

a leaf falls on your head as you were talking when sunwoo reaches out to take it off. 

his hand moved faster than his thoughts, stricken by his nerves when he finally realized what he was doing. you stopped talking for a second, looking at what was on his hand.

“sorry- there was a leaf.”

“oh- okay.”

he coughed to break the awkward tension, sensing you had lost your train of thought. sunwoo took a step back, putting a small distance between you. he pressed his lips together and smiled with his eyes, ready to beat himself up later for losing his cool in front of you (again).

“anyway- did anyone invite you?” you went back to what you were saying.

sunwoo had long forgotten what eric explained when he was handed the note. he lies and told you no one invited him.

“okay..” you smirked, closing the distance he just put between you and urged him to lean a little closer, “then, can you tell the club, i invited you?”

you explained that you get a referral perk for bringing in new members, increasing your chance to win a collectible item at the end of the month. 

sunwoo didn’t think you could become even more adorable until that moment. 

he was already devising a plan to force his friends to join the club in his head if it meant you would smile at him like that again.

'you could ask me to tell everyone you saved me from a burning building and i would do it,' he thought. 

lost in your bubble, you didn’t pay attention to the time until you glanced at your phone.

“-we’re gonna be late!” you jumped.

sunwoo follows you in without a word and walks up the stairs. you turned the hallway to the left and found the projector room like its routine. you reached for the door before pausing and turning to sunwoo. 

“i'm really glad you came today,” you whispered before opening the door, giving him no time to respond.

sunwoo had a feeling he’ll remember this exact moment long after today.

[ice-knife]

hide your bloodshot eyes (i think too much)

~1.9k words, bellarook (pre-relationship), hurt/comfort. one thing to know about me is that i love an antivan crow who is scared to navigate sincere interpersonal relationships but tries anyway. title is from “losing streak” by paper planes. spoilers for the act 2 datv quest “the demon’s bargain” since this takes place immediately after it

The dust hasn’t even had a chance to settle after the last demon has been slain before Bellara suggests “Let’s get Hamuel and Yenarel back to camp.”

“Shouldn’t we go after Cyrian first?” Russo asks, startled. It would only make sense to solve this problem first, since it’s reared its head now. They can keep going, and the other Veil Jumpers could find these two soon enough—

Bellara first answers with silence, and coming from her that says plenty before any actual words can. By the time he’s turned to look at her properly, she’s rearranged whatever expression she’d had before into something… not flat, but trying to be. It’s too dark to manage that.

“He’s gone,” she says finally. Then, with a quick breath and a peppier tone, she adds: “C’mon. Let’s signal the others.”

Russo just nods, and he doesn’t say anything about how she had backed away from Cyrian’s outstretched hand. He can’t forget about it, though. Bellara — who grabs the nearest forearm for emphasis when explaining something exciting, who had hugged Neve after she returned from Minrathous — had recoiled from her little brother’s offer of touch.

He thinks to check in to see how she’s feeling, now that the worst is over. It’s only when he tries to think of what to say, though, that he realizes he doesn’t know where to even start.

Instead, he offers to help set up the signal flare.

⁂

“We need to stop him. No matter what.”

It isn’t an easy conversation for anyone involved. Cyrian was supposed to be dead, and all of the Veil Jumpers who’d known about him had believed that he was. But since he’s apparently alive and working for a Forgotten One, the conversation must be had. Strife is, Russo thinks, trying to be gentle as he talks about what needs to be done, but there’s no doubt in his voice.

“I know, Strife, but…” Bellara still leaves uncertain space around her words, even as she lifts her chin to speak. “I can get through to him. I know I can.”

Irelin voices the thought that had crossed Russo’s mind immediately: “And… if you can’t?”

Bellara’s expression falls, and her gaze goes down with it. At first, Russo thinks she’s gathering her thoughts before answering. As the silence goes on a little longer, he assumes she’s gathering her strength instead. It wouldn’t be surprising.

But then, she finally lifts her eyes again. She looks to him, not to Irelin or even to Strife. There’s strain written all across her face, from the thin line of her lips to the crease between her eyebrows where they’re trying to knit together. His stomach drops as though the earth has started to crumble away under his feet.

“Right,” he says, then realizes that he’s said it. He looks toward the other two and gives a quick nod. “Come on. We should head back to the Lighthouse.”

It isn’t a graceful exit, but it’s a necessary one. Neither of the other Veil Jumpers argue, and Russo turns to follow Bellara, who’d started marching toward the Eluvian as soon as he’d suggested returning.

They don’t say anything during the trip back, as short as the trip from Arlathan Forest to the Lighthouse is. By virtue of her quick pace, Bellara leads the way forward, and Russo isn’t about to ask her to slow down. He wouldn’t know what to say to her even if he could ask, and that’s assuming she would listen.

Something aches between his ribs, the pain present since he realized he didn’t know what to say to comfort her.

Comfort, in his experience, is hard to come by. He’s long since taught himself how to get by with a brave face and a focus on other things. That doesn’t mean, though, that he can’t recognize that Bellara is clearly trying to keep herself together in the wake of so much earth-shattering news. She needs comfort right now. He can’t just leave her to deal with this alone.

She disappears into the Eluvian to return to the Lighthouse while he’s still thinking. Losing sight of her makes that ache throb, and he picks his pace up into a run.

She’s kept her purposeful stride, which means she’s halfway out of the chamber by the time Russo catches up. “Bellara, wait,” he calls as soon as he sees her again, hoping to get her attention even if she doesn’t stop.

But then, she does. She doesn’t turn to face him, but she does stop walking. He slows to a stop just one pace behind her, but his heart keeps going as though in a dead sprint.

“…Bellara,” he repeats. “I’m… I…” Try as he might, he can’t find the words to follow up.

But he could put a hand on her shoulder. Would she appreciate that, when she’d backed away from Cyrian’s hand?

“C… Can I…?” The words still aren’t coming, so he tries anyway. He reaches his hand out to rest on the back of her upper arm. It would be easy for her to shrug him away if she didn’t want him there. The warmth of her skin seeps through her shirt and his thin glove.

She moves suddenly, and he takes his hand back. Surprisingly, he realizes he can see her face; she’s looking up at him again, her eyes glittering and her chin wobbling dangerously from the intense curve of her frown—

He has just long enough to register her expression before it’s been hidden in his shoulder, and her arms are wrapped around his ribs.

Stunned, he stands rigidly in place as he takes stock of what’s happened. Not only had Bellara not actually shrugged his touch away, but now she was pressed against him with her whole body. Her hands had curled into fists and found purchase on his cape, and she’s holding onto him as though letting go would mean drifting away. It doesn’t quite make sense. Not, at least, until a keening sob escapes her, and she buries her face further into his shoulder.

He realizes, then, that his heart is still pounding.

He realizes as well, shortly afterward, that Bellara is trembling a little against him.

With a shuddering exhale — had he been holding his breath? — he’s able to command his limbs again, and he wraps her in a hug of his own, arms securely around her shoulders. She makes another little noise as he does, a gasp in between sobs, but she doesn’t try to move away at all. Instead, she burrows against him even closer. Encouraged, he closes his eyes and bows his head a little, resting it against hers.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers.

She says something that’s probably meant to be an answer, but it’s lost in the fabric of his cape. No matter. He tightens his grip in a squeeze for a moment before giving slack again, to reaffirm for her that his words were true.

Somehow she starts crying harder in response, which sends a bolt of panic through him. He doesn’t have the benefit of practice to know whether or not this is a bad sign, or if there’s anything he isn’t doing that he should be doing. However, she doesn’t let him go even as she weeps, and so he holds on just as she does.

“…‘Msorry,” she mumbles after some time.

“Hey,” he answers, his voice gentle. “It’s all right.”

“I-I know you… don’t like to touch…”

It’s true, and he knows she knows that. He also knows she’s prone to forgetting things, although she’s been consistent about asking for permission before touching him, ordinarily. More than that, though, he knows this — her dead brother appearing in the flesh to tell her he’s been killing her fellow Veil Jumpers under the orders of a Forgotten One — is far an ordinary circumstance.

“It’s all right,” he repeats. “You’re all right. I… I think you need this.”

Bellara sniffles, then nods against his shoulder. “Yeah…” Her voice catches on the single syllable, and another sob follows it.

“I’m here,” he swears.

That must be the right thing to say, because even as she hides her face once more, he can feel the tension in her shoulders ebb away little by little. He keeps her close, as close as she needs, as her crying becomes more and more quiet.

Time always feels a little strange in proximity of the Eluvian. He could have already been holding her for a few minutes or a few hours, or even a few days, and he wouldn’t know the difference. As long as she’s solid in his arms like this, he doesn’t think it matters too much.

By a certain point, she’s stopped trembling but still hasn’t let go. Russo starts to wonder if she’s now just crying silently. Hoping to help without rushing her, he shifts his weight slowly from one foot to the other, bringing her with him as he moves. She leans into him more, he notices, as he starts to sway like this.

“Feeling any better?” he asks, a little cautiously still.

“A little.” He hadn’t been expecting her voice to sound as clear as it does — she isn’t back to normal yet, and he wouldn’t expect her to be, but her tears must have stopped.

He stops swaying and lifts his head away from hers, and she lifts her head out of his shoulder as well. The red in and around her eyes brings the ache he’d felt earlier to the fore once again. When he looks at the rest of her face, though, despite the tear tracks across her face and the texture of his cape imprinted onto her cheek, he finds a soft smile. Soft and, most importantly, free from the effort of trying to hold herself together.

“You look better.”

“Pfff.” He hadn’t meant the remark as a joke, but he doesn’t stop her from laughing. “No, I don’t,” she continues. “I’m sure I look like a mess. O-Oh, no, I just cried all over you…”

Ah. She’s already three emotions ahead of him again. “Bellara, it’s all right,” he assures. “Like I said, you needed this. I really don’t mind.”

She opens her mouth like she’s about to correct him, but something seems to make her second-guess that approach. Instead, she blinks, and then that soft smile returns. “Okay. …Thanks, Rook. I really, really did. Need this, I mean.”

“I’m glad I could help.” He finds himself smiling, too, the feeling comfortable in his cheeks.

He feels her grip on his cape loosen; taking this as a cue, he finally lets go of the hug. Almost immediately her absence leaves him feeling cooler, the emptiness of the space she no longer occupies now a tangible thing. She doesn’t stray far just yet, and she first wipes at her face with her hands, then puts her hands behind her back, the way she does when she’s thinking.

“Do you… Do you want some tea?” she asks. “I should probably have something to drink, after all of that. We could ask Manfred to make some. I bet he’d like to.”

Oh. She doesn’t want to part ways just yet. “Sure. Tea sounds really good.”

He’s ready to follow her out to the courtyard, but she falls into step beside him. The flapping bird of his heart finally calms as they walk out of the chamber together.

[cuppasunu]

that one hyunjae fic idea that has been stuck in my mind for years.

immortal!hyunjae cursed to meet his beloved in every lifetime, in exchange for her painful demise. this time, he's determined to save her life by avoiding her at all costs. but in a twisted work of fate, they're brought back to each other... time and time again.

Every writer has that one story that they don't even intend to write down anymore, but that is forever stuck in their brain.

[cookiekissers]

Elder Faerie Cookie NSFT Please?

🔥🔞 [Elder Faerie Cookie x Reader NSFT]

[oneshot]

Notes: Non-Faerie Reader, Deep-throating

It was the happiest night of your life. Or rather, the happiest night of your life was days ago and had stretched out into the following week as the whole Faerie Kingdom continued to celebrate you and Elder Faerie Cookie's wedding.

It was a bit difficult to get away from the crowd of Faerie subjects offering wedding gifts and congratulations to have alone time with your new husband. But you managed to find a little time to consummate your marriage in between parties.

The Faerie King's wings fluttered, and they shimmered as they caught the faint rays of moonlight. You kept a hand firmly over your mouth to contain your moans as Elder Faerie Cookie smirked down at your flushed face.

Hidden away deep in a quiet, special place in the castle's garden where Elder Faerie Cookie had proposed to you, you were perched on the cold edge of a silver bench inside the pavilion as he thrust his fingers vigorously inside your slick hole.

"I'm sorry, my love. I promise I will take care of you properly when we're on our honeymoon." Elder Faerie Cookie said softly. Stars flashed in your vision, and your head was spinning as your husband finger fucked you until you were a dumb mess. You couldn't utter a single word. You nodded your head dimly in agreement. With each swift thrust of his fingers, he curled them gently and grinded against your g-spot. Your legs shook and twitched. You couldn't control yourself with the pleasure coursing through your body like electricity. If this wasn't Elder Faerie Cookie's idea of "proper," you couldn't imagine the kind of pleasures you would indulge in together when on your honeymoon.

Despite Elder Faerie insisting on finger-blasting you until you were a drooling mess, you wanted to be a good spouse and pleasure your loving husband equally. You bit your lip to keep the cries of pleasure locked in your throat and began to stroke Elder Faerie's hard cock that had been only mere inches away, teasing you. Your husband's breath hitched slightly, and his ministrations slowed somewhat. His face flushed, and his breathing grew heavy.

"Dearest…" Elder Faerie whispered. His soaked fingers quickened to match the rhythm of your strokes. You squeezed his thick length as your hand moved up and down his shaft. Elder Faerie Cookie shivered, and a groan escaped his lips. His large beautiful wings fluttered. He captured your lips in a heated, desperate kiss. From the way Elder Faerie bucked his twitching cock into your hand, you could tell he wanted to do so much more with you than just tease each other endlessly.

Your inner walls squeezed Elder Faerie's fingers desperately, longing for that sweet release you were chasing. Your husband pulled away, his hot breath fanning your face, and a thread of saliva connecting your lips. Your body flashed hot as an unquenchable desire surged through you.

"M-My King, I'm close!" You moaned. You could tell from the throbbing of his cock that your husband was close as well. Elder Faerie Cookie gripped your hair and pulled your head forward, shoving his sweaty cock into your mouth. You sucked greedily on his dick, savouring his taste, and moaned around him as he began pounding into your mouth. A warm sensation pooled between your legs, and your thighs clenched tightly as Elder Faerie's fingers thrust faster into your tight hole. An intense wave of pleasure rolled over you, and your legs trembled violently. Elder Faerie cried out sharply as he stuffed his cock down your throat and came hard. You swallowed eagerly, relishing every last drop of his warm seed that slid down your throat. Elder Faerie Cookie slowly withdrew, his eyes searching your dazed expression as drool and cum dribbling down your chin. You swallowed a final time, still tasting the saltiness on your lips, and smiled up at your husband.

Elder Faerie Cookie straddled your lap and sweetly began to kiss your neck and shoulder. You happily embraced him, your body still tingling.

"Sorry, my love, I got carried away. Are you alright?" He asked softly. You nodded and kissed his neck back lovingly. He could feel your smile against his dough and sighed contently.

"You have nothing to be sorry for~" You cooed. You gently rubbed his slender yet muscular back.

"Perhaps we should cut the wedding party short." Elder Faerie Cookie mused. "I feel I won't be able to persevere until our honeymoon." He said quietly, giving the sensitive dough on your neck a nibble.

You pulled away gently and cupped his cheek with your hand.

"Then… how about we sneak away together without anyone noticing, hmm?" You teased playfully, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Let's get a head start on our honeymoon~" You suggested.

Elder Faerie Cookie's lips curled into a smirk.

[hatedbyiife]

Finally posting the first chapter of my jayvik fic that’s been stewing around in my brain for a while lol

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends) Characters: Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends) Additional Tags: tags will be updated as fic goes on, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Alternate Universe, zaun is recognized by piltover, Caitlyn and Jayce are Like Siblings (League of Legends), timebomb and caitvi are side pairings but they do show up a lot, Jinx Goes by Powder (League of Legends), zaundads are here but have very minor roles Summary:

When Jayce wakes up in a different world, he has one objective in mind: find Viktor.

But when he does find Viktor, something doesn't seem quite right. The way he takes his coffee, the way he twitches his nose... All such insignificant differences, and yet Jayce can't stop noticing them.

His mission hasn't quite changed, but there's a little adjustment to it.

Find his Viktor.

[cuppasunu]

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[lost-coder]

Kuch baate ansuni aur kuch ankahi rehjati hai

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[kururu418]

Callyieverse Fic: Dance Of The Divine

At a party Typhon is throwing, Basteta makes an appearance and puts on a fiery show for all present.

Commission for @onelastfic

[chand-ki-priyatama]

Eyes :-

They are poetically known as the gateway to soul , I quite didn't believe it until mine met yours... It was a moment of ecstasy... Time stood still it was as if I am lost in a never-ending ocean of whirls. I was drowning and for the first time I didn't wanted to find shore , I wanted to drown in them until the end of time.... So it was true, what the poets said was true I don't know if this is the place called love but if it is I never want to leave... And when I looked in those marvellous eyes which were a gateway to his soul I wondered what they would be like when he'll be in love....

-K.Y 💗

PS- yet again a short excerpt Ik it's cringe

[cuppasunu]

» DEOBI DAY SPECIAL REQUEST DELIVERY »

to: maki @sknyuz

req: changmin x reader | in the morning by rocco

summary: because nothing can truly stop you from meeting a cutie, not even your allergies!

genre: college au | cat cafe employee!changmin, strangers to lovers, fluff, (secret) mutual pining :D

warnings: none

wc: 1.8k words

an: when maki sent that detailed request, i could easily picture out the scene, it was amazing... it's so easy to write for a fluffy changmin, my goodness i love him i love him 😟🫶🏼 thank you maki for sending this sweet sweet req <3

stars: @carrotsworld @winterchimez @honeybeehorizon @sknyuz @bbangbies @from-izzy @jaehunnyy | taglist

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pit-pat-pit-pat…

you were leaning your head on the pole before lifting it off it to look down at your feet. something brushed your legs before you had the chance to hear it coming. after taking off one side of your headphones, you were able to hear it again.

pit-pat-pit-pat…

footsteps. a lost kitten.

“oh, kitty,” you immediately reached down to pet the cat, but froze mid-way before frantically opening your backpack.

you rummaged through your bag for your astelin, even though you knew it was useless to keep searching. having it on hand would have been for nothing anyway since you would need half an hour for the medication to work or else you start-

“ahh-achoo!” you sneezed, realizing you had been crouching down all this time after setting your bag down on the ground.

the kitten’s cute little face was less than 2 feet away from yours.

waking up 20 minutes later bought you more time to sleep after studying late last night, but remembering to take your allergy meds also happened to be at the bottom of your priorities.

“i should have known i forgot something- aah- ah-choo -important today…” you sighed, “i changed my bag because of finals.”

still, you couldn’t resist petting the cat. its collar caught your eye, the pendant in front was dangling along as the kitten walked around. chewy, as engraved, seems to be its name.

“chewy? are you lost? sweetie, how can i help bring you home?” you flipped the pendant revealing a phone number and a name.

ji changmin.

“just wait for a little bit, chewy, okay? we’ll get you back home in no time!” you smiled at the kitten, holding back another sneeze unsuccessfully.

“ready, set, kyu! thank you for calling kitty kyu, how may i help you?” a bright, chirpy voice greets you over the phone. you instantly recognized where chewy may have come from.

“is this ji changmin?”

“yes, that’s me.”

“hello, my name is y/n. are you guys missing a kitten?

“-ah! we’re currently looking for one!” he sounded surprised and relieved at the same time.

“actually i’m nearby- i’m currently at the bus stop at the corner of venice and georgia with chewy- aaah-achoo!” you sneezed on the phone, feeling your eyes water even more now that you’ve picked up the cat in your arms, “i know your cafe, i’ll start walking there.”

“yes, we’re two blocks away from venice street. thank you so much!” he says, making his way to the front of the building to start walking in your direction as well.

the entrance bells rang as he walked out to look out the street, waiting to see you turn the corner. while staying on the call, changmin can hear your sniffles.

“you’re allergic,” he muttered on the phone.

when you reached the cafe’s block, changmin saw you had taken your phone out of your ear, holding chewy on your right and covering your mouth with your left elbow after sneezing for the tenth time.

changmin doesn’t waste any time before running towards you to take the kitten off your hands.

“you really didn’t have to rush and take him all the way here- look you’re having a reaction!”

as a cat lover, you were cursed by the worst allergy possible.

nothing excited you more about your daily commute than passing by to see this cat cafe when you first moved to town for college. you thought about holding one of your study sessions in the cafe with it being so close to your usual bus stop. but, relieving your stress surrounded by the cutest friends would just be replaced by a whole other problem entirely.

so, you’re a regular at kitty kyu—not the kind who comes in, knows all the cats, knows all the staff—but the one who only looks over from a distance.

your hands briefly brushed at the exchange when you looked up to meet changmin.

it’s him.

the cute guy who works at the cat cafe.

you never went in the cafe nor looked long enough to recognize any of the staff, but you did recognize changmin.

you only started noticing him at the start of the school year, walking past the cafe every saturday heading to and back home from campus.

changmin’s cute dimple smile greeted your early days since fall. he opens the cafe in the morning, just before your bus comes, and cleans up to close while you’re on your way home. sometimes you can see him greet all the fur parents who left their cats in the cafe and came back to fetch them at the end of the day.

your favorite part of the cafe was the viewing ledge by the corner of the front window. despite the staff’s best efforts, they can’t stop some of the naughtiest cats from jumping off the highest tower towards the door. that cute guy with the dimples always caught the cats on time—he was strict with them like a doting parent but still treated them with the best care.

it wasn’t long until walking past the cafe to see your crush became part of your weekly routine. to see changmin, who was always somehow around and near the front of the cafe on saturdays.

but now, what better timing is it to meet the stranger you’ve been crushing on for a long time than when you’re uncontrollably sneezing, your nose is itching, and your eyes are watering.

“i-it’s really not a big deal, i wanted to help-” you sniffled, trying to crack a smile in the midst of a fit, “-and i wasn’t too far. chewy was so small and shy, he must have been afraid.”

changmin’s concern remained on his face, towards you or chewy, it wasn’t clear. he held the cat close to his face, petting him affectionately. chewy now looks relieved and comfortable with someone who seemed more familiar.

you looked at both of them so sweetly, trying not to think about who you actually found more adorable.

“you bad boy- running away while we were all busy and now, you’ve made poor y/n all sniffly instead!” he playfully scolded the kitten.

“i’m sorry- all the sneezing might have bothered him,” you pouted, feeling sorry for forgetting your allergy meds again.

“wait- y/n, let me just bring chewy back in. just wait here because i’ll be back, okay?”

changmin waved chewy’s arm goodbye to you before disappearing inside the cafe. you were confused but chose to listen to him and stayed anyway.

after a couple minutes, changmin comes out of the cafe. this time, he’s alone. using a lint roller to get rid of the fur on his clothes, he walks towards you.

“i know getting rid of the fur now doesn’t automatically take care of your allergies, but i shouldn’t make it worse,” he looked apologetic, signaling you to come follow him, “come here- i’ve got something to help you with all that sneezing.”

you asked where you’re heading when he points up. there was a sign for a clinic just above the cafe. you’ve passed by this cafe countless times but never realized there was a vet clinic upstairs.

“they’re closed this afternoon, but don’t worry- i basically own the place,” he winked after successfully putting the door pin to open the entrance of the clinic.

ugh, you’re much cuter up close than through the windows, you thought to yourself.

your blank stare, which was to you an obvious display of your admiration, only alarmed changmin. panicking, he immediately follows-up to explain that his family both owns the clinic and the cat cafe.

“don’t worry, you don’t strike me as the breaking and entering type-”

“oh? what do i seem like to you?”

it took you an embarrassingly amount of time to figure out changmin was teasing you.

after entering the clinic, you stayed in the lobby while changmin headed directly to the office.

“not allergic to anything?” he asked from the other room, searching through a cabinet, “i mean- besides cats.”

“nope,” you laughed.

“if your reaction is this severe and fast, i’m guessing you do take something for your allergies, yeah?”

“astelin or any over-the-counter antihistamine- i just forgot my spray today,” you say as he comes back with a squeeze bottle on hand.

“the bathroom is on your right. this should help at least for a quick remedy.”

“thank you so much!”

changmin waited until you were finished flushing out your congestion with saline solution. your eyes look better than before and you can breathe freely without sneezing every few seconds.

unfortunately, your makeup is definitely ruined.

silently cursing yourself in the bathroom, you collected yourself after cleaning up. after all, not everyone can check off completing a nasal irrigation upon meeting a boy for the first time on their bingo cards.

“all good?” he asked.

“mhm- so much better,” you smiled, “thank you again.”

“no- thank you!”

you looked at each other before laughing at this silly encounter, sensing you would probably end up thanking each other a couple more times before stopping. changmin makes sure to lock the clinic before he follows you out to send you off.

“bye, changmin. it was nice meeting you and chewy-”

“wait- y/n,” he taps you on the shoulder after you turned around, “chewy could have genuinely gotten lost without your help. i- uhh, i would like to do something- give you something in return?”

“hmm?” you asked, “you helped me with my allergies, trust me, you’ve helped plenty!”

“give us a visit- your drink’s on me!” he blurted out.

you were quiet for a moment.

changmin, who was oblivious to you freaking out inside, regretted what he said right away. he saw how his offer could be seen as insensitive, inviting you over to a cat cafe when you were obviously, severely allergic to cats.

“oh shit- nevermind. that wouldn’t work-”

“-i’ll come!” you immediately said, stopping him from taking back his offer.

changmin waits to hear the rest of your reply, feeling better when he saw you weren’t offended at his thoughtless comment.

he finally figured out where he has seen you before, realizing you’re the one who always walks by and stops to look at the cats every saturday. changmin wondered why you never went in the the cafe, especially if you seemed to love hanging out with the cats.

now, it’s clear why.

“i mean- i would love to visit… of course, once i take my meds, i can manage. enough to hang out by the cafe area at least,” you rambled on, making sure he knows that you were as excited at the thought of coming back.

“great!” he grinned, pulling out his phone, “oh- i was going to give you my number but i guess you have it now.”

you know your cheeks were red from the irritation but you swore they grew even redder because of what he said.

“don’t worry, i’ll have it saved.”

“i’ll see you.”

looking down at your phone, you couldn’t hide your smile. while walking back to the other direction, you felt your phone buzz.

one notification followed after another and another.

hey, it’s changmin.

btw i start my shift at 10 AM on saturdays

see you then :)

[hyungseos-cafe]

don't have fluffy kev fics to send u rn (i need to write more omg) but here are some pictures to cheer you up love <3

i hope you feel better!!!! ♡

thank you kyu 🥺 i’m sorry for getting to this late. idk if you knew but thats one of my fav kevin pictures 😭

i hope to feel better?? it’s been a time trying to figure things out.

i hope you’ve been well kyu!

[suburbanforestwitch]

I'm going to write a slow burn fan fiction about DPR Ian and Chang-kyun coming out of a meeting about a collab when they stumble across a crying America kid on the curb that's just been kicked off an idol show. They take him under their wing, name him Kyu and in five years craft him from an idol wannabe into a chain smoking, topless, gritty phenomenon in thier image.

Add maybe they catch feelings, who knows

[cookiekissers]

Genuinely and desperately ask for Crunchy Chip cookie x male reader! Crunchy Chip always puts up a front of not wanting/caring for sweet stuff but deep down loves it. Imagine him like that but with people, he acts tough around others but completely melts when he's around reader. Thank you for existing and doing the Lord's work 🙏 lmao

[Crunchy Chip x Male Reader]

I haven't written or posted that much yet, but thank you!! It's an honour <3

Crunchy Chip Cookie works diligently to keep up his image as a hardened warrior. But like the sweets he pretends to despise, he can barely hide his feelings around you, Y/N Cookie. If he had a tail, it would be wagging whenever he sees you! He can't help it!

Around others, he acts like his usual prideful self, but as soon as he spots you, he gets quiet and flustered. Crunchy Chip believes he's good at concealing his feelings for you, but it's apparent to everyone what's really going on. Even if you're the oblivious type, you'll eventually notice because it's so obvious. Crunchy Chip isn't exactly subtle. But this only makes him all the more charming!

If you pretend you haven't caught on to his feelings yet, and decide to start teasing him, it will make him melt. He tries hard to deny the intense feelings you "inflict" on him, how his heart pounds when you get a little too close to him and tease him, and how you have all but taken over his thoughts. He constantly scolds himself for how mushy he's acting! You have turned him into a lovestruck puppy and he hates it. Acting this way is unbecoming of a great Dark Cacao warrior! Yet… ask a favour of him or call for him and he will run to you without hesitation.

If you're waiting for Crunchy Chip Cookie to make the first move you will have to wait for a while, so you will probably have to take initiative on this one. But once you two do get together officially, expect to see his softer side much more often. He only does this in private and around you. No one else gets to see Crunchy Chip like this but you. <3

It's a little different in private. When you're alone with him, he relaxes a little bit, but not by much. His code of pride and rigorous discipline has been drilled into his head, so its a tough habit to break. If you gently remind him that he does deserve to relax a little and have care and softness, he will indulge somewhat guiltily. But he is still afraid of being "caught in the act," so his relaxation with you will be restrained. But afterwards, he will dream of it. Being in your arms, having you stroke his hair lovingly while he rests in your lap. Crunchy Chip will wake up in his tent amidst the snow on a frozen mountain and daydream about looking up at your handsome face and yearn to experience such tenderness and warmth again.

But don't try to bring up your affectionate sessions in public, Crunchy Chip will panic and try to play dumb and pretend that it didn't happen. It's not that he didn't enjoy being with you! Honestly, the guy is yearning and pining so hard he thinks he's physically ill.

[dayaar-e-ishq]

Agar main mar gyi achanak kisi shanivaar ki shaam ko Kya tum aaoge meri kabr pe Gulaabon ka guldasta le kar Kya aayega tumhe rona Meri maut ka sun kar Kya hoga tumhe pachtawa Humari uss aakhri baat par Agar main mar gyi achanak kisi shanivaar ki shaam ko kya tum aaoge meri kabr pe Apni saari anaa bhula kar~

[hatedbyiife]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Conclave (2024) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Thomas Lawrence & Raymond O'Malley (Conclave), Vincent Benítez & Thomas Lawrence (Conclave), Aldo Bellini & Thomas Lawrence (Conclave) Characters: Aldo Bellini (Conclave), Thomas Lawrence (Conclave), Vincent Benítez (Conclave), Raymond O'Malley (Conclave) Additional Tags: Sickfic, this affects nothing but vincent is mexican-filipino here, Filipino Vincent Benítez (Conclave), vincent benitez cooks Summary:

Thomas comes down with a cold, and Ray and Aldo try to get him to actually get help. Vincent may know just how to break through his barrier.

[armysantiny]

omg are you going feral for sylus too 🤭

Sweetie, I've already completed all the new chapters, got him to affinity lvl 29 and obtained most of his cards. Just waiting on getting his 5 star cards and the one 4 star from the promise

What do you think lmao