#WOO FLUFF

[strawb3rryw00]

Late Night ♡ woo wonjae x female reader

warnings -> swearing

synopsis -> y/n works hard in her studio day and night and begins to worry her boyfriend who works right next door.

fluff and some suggestive shit.

also there’s a little bit of jay park x reader in here too

~♡~

4:25 am.

You let out a long sigh, slamming your computer shut after listening to your track. You had recently joined AOMG as their youngest member. You were a prodigy, having only been rapping for a year when Jay saw you performing at a small show just two years ago. No one in the company had a doubt in your skill, all of them praising you highly on the single you released after joining.

But you were a perfectionist. And you were determined to prove to everyone that your talent was undeniable. You were labeled as the hidden ace of AOMG by a magazine company after a special performance at one of Simon D’s concerts.

Your lyrical abilities and flow were unmatched by most artists in the game. You had a unique musical and physical style which caused you to have a large fan base, doubling in size when AOMG confirmed your relationship with Woo Wonjae, another artist under the label.

You were featured on his album, his fans becoming yours after hearing your talent paired with his.

But that only made you put more pressure on yourself.

You’ve locked yourself in your studio for days on end. Wanting to get your first full length album utterly perfect for your fans, the company, and yourself. You’ve gone days without sleeping or eating, earning the worry of your label mates.

Just three hours ago Jay was in your space lecturing you. He made sure to take care of every artist under him, checking up on them despite his busy schedule. While having two companies and multiple rappers and vocalists under his labels, you were the one he was always most worried about.

“Y/N man,” He spoke to you casually in english. “I love your drive and effort, but you need to go home sometime tonight.”

You frowned, pausing your song you had played. “But Jay,” You rolled up your sleeves and exposed your tattooed arms. “I’m just trying-“

“I know what you’re trying to do.” Jay cut you off, his tone a little harsh. He hated talking to you like that, but it’s what you needed. “Your friends? They snitch on you. Especially your little boy next door,” He referred to Wonjae, who was probably working away in his studio as well.

Since your boyfriend was also an artist, he understood your mindset and left you alone due to your request. Of course you guys still talked and spent time together, yet it was minimal during this time.

“I should not have to hear that you’re in here day and night. I gave you the full fucking luxury studio as a gift, thinking you’d take care of yourself. But youre basically living here. The shower is for occasional late nights y/n,” Jay furrowed his eyebrows at you, standing up and sighing. “I’ll force you to move to a smaller one, don’t think I wont.”

Jay opened his arms for you to stand up and hug him, which you did. He held you tightly, resting his head on yours and sighing again. “You stress me out. I better hear that you’ve gone home by tomorrow afternoon.” He says sternly, pulling away and looking at you.

“And you better fucking eat babe,” He always spoke to you in a friendly manner but it was never flirty. He genuinely cared for you and the other artists. And it was normal for you both to use babe in a casual manner. Despite his lecturing and the wide age gap, you both were very good friends.

“I will,” You smiled at him, pulling your phone out to find something to order.

He exits your studio and you sigh, sitting down on the couch you added. Your studio felt more like home than your apartment. You decorated it as such, even adding a cat tower for when you have your feline roomie with you, which is usually always because you don’t like leaving the ginger cat alone all the time.

After he left you went back to working diligently. You had finished three songs in the five months you’ve been working on the album. You didn’t have an actual deadline but you knew your fans were waiting. You had several features you wanted on this album as well. Hoody has been waiting for you to finish your part of this song so she can add her magical vocals to it. But you hadn’t quite found what you were missing from it.

Your phone lit up, a message from Jay on it. ‘I have your location ma’am’ The message read, earning a laugh from you.

‘lol’ you respond, setting your phone back down. You look at your lock screen and smile. It’s a picture of you and Woo that a fan took of you both performing on stage together. It was the first time you performed with him after it being confirmed you both were dating. In the picture you’re rapping to the crowd, squatted down a little and Wonjae is looking at you with the happiest look plastered on his face.

At the thought of your lover you decide it’s time to take a break. You get up and stretch, hearing your back pop, slipping back on your slides. You tend to stay in your socks while working, it’s more comfortable to you.

You walk out the studio and next door, smiling as you read your boyfriends name on the door. You walk in without knocking, knowing he never minds.

He’s in the booth, rapping his verse to Kunst, who looks at you with tired eyes. You stand behind his chair, resting your hands on his shoulders and giving them a slight squeeze while listening to your boyfriend.

You could listen to him rap all day. His deep voice was so beautiful in your ears. “Are you about to leave?” Kunst asks you. “Jay told us to make sure you leave.”

You shake your head. “Not yet.” You say, earning a sigh from the taller male.

Wonjae exits the booth, his eyes lighting up when he sees you. “Ahh finally taking a break mm?” His arms wrap around your shoulders and pull you close. You inhale his scent, closing your eyes in comfort. He doesn’t let you go, and holds you while talking to his friend.

“Imma head out, you did good.” Kunst gets his things together and pats you on the head before wishing you both farewell and leaving.

Wonjae kisses the top of your head and yawns. “Let’s eat baby,” He says softly. You nod and slide your hands under his shirt and run your fingers along his back, his favorite thing.

“I missed you,” You say into his chest, still with your eyes closed. He chuckles, his hand resting on the back of your neck while his fingers play with the few pieces of hair that fall from your bun.

“I missed you too, you been busy huh?” He pulls away slightly to look down at you. You meet his eyes and give him a tired smile which he returns.

“Yea you could say that.” He laughs at your answer which is music to your ears.

Now having been in his arms you don’t want to return to your studio for the day. You really did miss him but work is very important to you.

Wonjae sits down in the chair his friend was occupying previously and pulls you into his lap. Your legs hang over one arm while your back rests against the other. You lean into him, his arms sliding around you once more and pulling you closer. You tuck your head into his neck and relax to the sound of his deep breaths.

“It’s almost 6 am,” Wonjae hums, his fingers tracing the outlines of the tattoos on your exposed arm. “I’m tired.” He sighs. You know he’s hinting that you guys should leave, especially after Jay having said something.

“Me too,” You admit, placing a gentle kiss on his jaw and yawning. “Let’s go.” You add, reluctantly leaving his lap.

He stares at you a little shocked. “You’re finally listening huh? I’m impressed.” He stands up as well, laughing when you hit his arm.

“Go get your things jagi,” He waves you off.

After getting your things and your kitty, you lock up your studio and meet by his while he locks up as well. He smiles at you, sliding his bag on his shoulders and wrapping his arm around your shoulders while you both make your way to the parking garage.

“Let’s go get some early food and then go to my place yea?” Wonjae offers, guiding you to his car. “Ron can come with us and play with my babies,” He refers to your cat that you named after the ginger wizard.

You nod, getting in the passenger seat in his car and setting Ron on your lap. You inhale the comforting smell of his car, not having been in his car nor outside for a week now.

Wonjae drives down the empty road to a restaurant near his apartment that’s open early on weekdays. His hand rests just above your knee, his index finger reaching out to pet the cat on your lap. “No work talk today.” He says, looking at you as he parks. “You’re taking a break.” You smile, loving how he already knows how you are.

After you fill your stomachs, you’re on the way to his home. Even more tired now that you’ve ate. Once parked, he grabs his bag as well as yours and leads you into the building and up to his apartment. Unlocking the door, he rests his hand on your back to usher you in where you set Ron down while slipping your feet out of your shoes.

Ron immediately mingles with Wonjae’s three cats who make their way over to the two of you, the four of them following you to Wonjae’s room.

“Do you want to shower with me?” Wonjae asks softly, cupping your cheek into his hand and rubbing the pad of his thumb along the bone. You lean into his touch, kissing his palm. “Yes please.”

“Okay, I’ll go start it.” He rushes to the bathroom and you hear the water being started. You undress yourself, throwing the clothes in the basket he has in the corner of his room. Once you’re completely stripped you push open the bathroom door where you see Wonjae beginning to take off his clothes as well.

After sliding off his shirt he looks at you and smirks. “Mmm,” He hums, pulling you closer to him by your hips. “I missed looking at this.” He leans down and places a kiss on your neck, licking a stripe to your ear and flicking your lobe with the tip of his tongue. It sends a shiver down your spine, your eyes closing in bliss.

He knows your body like the back of his hand, he cherishes every piece of you. He looks at you, smiling. “I’ll fuck you later,” He kisses your lips, lingering for a moment before pulling away.

He finishes undressing and you both get into the shower. He hugs you under the warm water much like he did while you were in his studio but this time it’s much more intimate due to the skin to skin contact. Your breasts press against him, head tucked into his neck. The warm water cascades down your body, causing you to grow tired.

After you both wash up, you find yourself clad in his hoodie and sweats that are just a little big. Wonjae waits for you on the bed, the four cats finding their way to join him. He lays on his back, scrolling through his phone.

You crawl into the bed, snuggling into his side with your head resting on his shoulder. He immediately puts his phone down and rolls over on his side to wrap his arms around you too pull you closer. You feel him breathing in your scent, his legs pushing to get in between yours.

“Jay isn’t letting you back into the studio until tomorrow and I’m forcing you to lay with me all day .” Wonjae mumbles.

You laugh a little, feeling grateful to have such caring people in your life. “Your album can wait for a day. I’ve missed you.” He adds, pulling you even closer to him.

You both fall silent, your eyes closing. You’ve never felt more content and comfortable than how you do now. You feel one of the cats snuggle into your back and purr against you.

“Wonjae,” You began, earning a hum from the half asleep man. “I love you,”

His hand slides under your shirt and gently scratches your back. “I love you.” He says, resting his hand on the small of your back.

You find yourself slowly falling asleep. You know you’re going to be asleep for the whole day and you’re honestly looking forward to it. Especially with Wonjae and the cats.

He’s right, your album can wait.

~♡~

lol i had to write another for wonjae. it’s so hard for me to find fics for him so i jus been writing my own.

[veridium]

the kids aren’t alright

college au update aka I’m finally getting to write some wonderful dating fluff so what if it’s all nervous and a bit clumsy? it’s so stinkin’ adorable. have fun, readers! 

special thanks to one of my favorite Fall Out Boy songs for the title. 

chapter index + previous episode

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So they are dating.

Not just friends, not just hanging out. Dating. Dating? Dating.

When Olivia says goodbye to Cassandra on Sunday night, first order of business is to sit on her bed and overthink things, of course. Even while doing homework with her typical fearsome dedication. They’re dating. It’s a step that needs getting used to all of Monday while their days keep them apart: Cassandra has an evening exam to work on, and Olivia needs her alone time to process, anyways. They still text, though; they’re good about that when they want to be.

But then, it’s Tuesday. Tuesday, when they can cross paths. They lose the ‘privacy’ of a weekend free of classes and intermingling with the rest of the student body. How is that going to go?

It’s just past 8:30am and she’s putting in silver stud earrings when someone knocks on her half-open door. “Look alive,” Ellinor says as she enters, backpack on with jeans and a long-sleeve pullover on.  Both look clean. Hm, she must have found time for laundry in between her stringent schedule of being Cullen’s respirator and procuring flowers for her nice plastic vase.

“Morning!” she runs her fingers through her loose and combed hair. Waves of blonde that look effortless, but are really the work of a 7:30am shower and a 7:45 blow dry.

“Fun plans for today?”

“Class.” She’s curt, but she means it. Class is fun. Yet Ellinor only groans and kicks back on the freshly-made bed. Living in a single occupancy dorm room has its perks, but with her friends, the term ‘single’ doesn’t really hit home. More like ‘selective.’

“Class. What, no…?” Ellinor tries to tease it out of her. She can’t blame her -- it only takes 30 seconds and a brief glance to know Olivia is on edge. She sucks at retaining some semblance of calm. Then again, Ellinor of all people could be trusted to do well by it. She’s kind and wonderful like that.

But the question remains: what’s going to happen?

“Uh, no,” she shakes her head, assembling her notebooks from her desk table. Two, both political science, just with different course numbers written in sharpie on the front. She’ll need the third one already in her backpack for the class she TA’s for, and then she’ll be set.

Her phone vibrates on her pillow but she’s too distracted to run for it, leaving Ellinor the perfect, gaping open window to do the honors herself. She makes a “tsk” sound.

“You’re a dirty liar, Olivia Sinclair. You’ve been texting her all morning! Who texts this much at 7am?”

“It is not that much!” she hisses, rushing over and swiping the phone away from her. It isn’t all that much: just a good morning, then some playful wordplay, and about plans for the day...she answers more in depth than she did Ellinor: classes, possibly a workout in the afternoon if she feels up for it. Then she’s subbing for an evening dance class because her coworker is out sick still. Cassandra shares much the same detail. It’s perfectly normal. Right?

Ellinor doesn’t flinch. “Alright then…”

“It’s...I’m…” Olivia clicks her home button and tossing the phone on her desk by her bag.

“So, are you going to invite her to the party, or blindfold her until we pull up in the driveway?”

Maybe. Could that work? “No! I’m telling her, okay, it’s only Tuesday. Shit.”

“Only Tuesday. You said you’d ask her yesterday when we got Boba. Soon it’ll be Wednesday, then Friday, and she’ll be wondering why you aren’t around for your brooding Planet Earth marathon date.”

“Hey! Planet Earth is a masterpiece!” She’s never seen more than 15 minutes of Planet Earth in her entire life thanks to a High School Biology class Sub.

Ellinor rolls her eyes, air blowing out her puffed cheeks as she lazily slides feet first off the bed like some all-knowing smug-slug. Back on her feet, she hooks her thumbs on her backpack straps and shrugs. “Liv, you know I’m not her biggest fan--”

“Oh! Ohoho! Bombshell tonight! Call Nancy Grace!”

“Man,” Ellinor winces, eyes closed as she heads for the door, “you are still terrible to be around under-caffeinated. Look, all I’m saying is, the writing’s on the wall. You want your girl--”

“We are not using labels yet.”

“--to come to a party with you, you tell her about the party. Step one.”

Olivia sighs and leans against her chair, legs crossing. Their Sunday heart-to-heart only 24 hours gone, and Ellinor is back to pushing sense. Who gave her the right? If Olivia hadn’t been just as terrorizing with her, she’d call foul. Only, with one park bench rant and Rutherfaker stand-off in the hallway under her belt, she knows she’s the last sinner to throw a stone. Besides, Ellinor is right.

Ugh, Cassandra hates parties. She hates parties and she hates drama. Since they have collided, Olivia has introduced a bounty of both things. But this is who she is: she works hard, dances on tables on the weekends sometimes, and lurks on soccer field grass with her best friend like a fool. The everyday college student, she is.

“You’re worrying.” Ellinor cuts in, and Olivia comes to. They’re both still standing there, like statues, while she has descended down the rabbit hole of internal questions and concerns. With renewed gusto she tosses her notebooks in her bag and adjusts the way her black jumpsuit fits around her waist.

“I’m worrying. But I have a right to.” She walks over to where her shoes are neatly stacked on the a rack, and picks out her dark red velvet boot heels. “Even if she does agree, she definitely isn’t wearing a costume.”

“Oh, LORD forbid,” Ellinor rolls her eyes, hands up in the air before she slips out the door. Probably to immediately pull out her phone and gawk at whatever cutesy bitmoji Cullen sent her after five minutes of not messaging.

It’s not like her and Cassandra couldn’t have the exact same glee about things. Shouldn’t they be gleeful? Is that the correct term? After all this would be the honeymoon stage in all the stereotypical romantic comedies. Bleh.

She continues to mull over it throughout her back-to-back morning classes, and her notes are uncharacteristically direct and thorough, even for her. When she writes, she exerts her anxiety on the page -- this is why she stopped using mechanical pencils after freshman year. Poor .7 lead never stands a chance. Coming out of class, she decides it’s her turn to make the plan.

Hey, meet me for lunch after class at 12:30? Or do you have somewhere else to be?

Cassandra, within a minute or two:

Sure. I just have to drop off books to a Professor. Meet me by the benches on North side?

Olivia: Yep! Sounds good! :)

Lunch plans. Those are good. Those are nice. Maybe they can talk and be cute, and she won’t revile it or find some reason to feel uncomfortable with it. It’s just...so surreal. Lucky enough, it’s a beautiful day outside. Fall is in full bloom, and the leaves that were once changing color are now beginning to release themselves from the abundant trees all over campus. Quad is especially scenic, so much so when she parks herself with her butt on the top of the bench and her feet in the seat, she actually enjoys the moment. Taking perhaps her first long, relaxed breath of fresh air she has had all day.

“Olivia!”

Well, that was short-lived.

Opening her eyes and looking up and down the concrete path, the first thing she sees is a nice grey peacoat buttoned around a nimble and tall body. There’s a strap of a backpack on one shoulder only, and a white and gold glittery beanie on a head of auburn red hair. Oh, not again.

“Leliana.” She braces, her flight or fight instinct dueling for dominance in her head. If she can projectile spit and then run, she could make it. It’d be fine. Or, even better, kick some muddy leaves on her expensive looking shoes. 

Leliana approaches as if there’s absolutely no problem with her existence as far as Olivia is concerned, hands in her pockets and grin on her face. When she reaches the ground in front of the bench, she halts and rocks onto her toes.

“Hey. It’s been a while!”

“It’s been a week.” Not long enough, would be my true answer.

“I...can’t believe how fast the semester’s gone. It’s almost Thanksgiving. And Halloween is tomorrow!”

“Yep. Tomorrow.”

“Got any fun plans?” she keeps smiling.

“Uh, no,” Olivia manages to animate herself with a shrug. Otherwise she’s pretty much a gargoyle on the poor bench. “I don’t really go out during the Holiday itself. It’s a lot of...unnecessary antics.”

Leliana nods and steps even closer. “Yeah, you have a point. Hey, could I talk to you for a second?”

Oh Jesus please take the wheel and drive me promptly into a brick wall. “Uh...well, I’m supposed to be--”

“Meeting Cassandra for lunch. I know! I won’t stay long.”

Oh, will you? Olivia fights off a scowl. She can only hope Leliana found out about their lunch plans the old fashioned way called ‘texting’ or ‘pleasant conversation,’ but a part of here fears her phone camera’s been hacked. Nevertheless, she scoots off to the side, thereby inviting her to sit down. Once seated, Leliana pivots towards her, and crosses one leg over the other. The well-meaning smile then dissipates.

“Look, I know...you may not have the best opinions about me after what happened at the Gala. If you’d let me, I’d like to explain myself.”

“Oh?” Olivia raises a brow, back arching. “And what possible explanation could make me understand why you felt the need to take digs at me in public so that I would become upset? You barely even know me. What gi--”

“You’re right, I barely know you. But, try to look at it from my point-of-view: one of my good friends suddenly perks up about a girl, after denying herself the chance for so long. She starts getting all wound up, and before you know it, she starts hanging out with her, only every few days when you reach out to check in, she says she’s upset about something or other. If you’re me, you’re pretty damn concerned as to what this girl’s intentions are, and you want to investigate for yourself. So I...got a little carried away. I can admit that.”

Olivia is side-eyeing her so hard she wonders if she’s using x-ray vision through the bridge of her nose. Once again someone has been a dick for the sake of friendship, then. Fine, she can understand that...but the one thing she can’t figure out is how Leliana seems to come out of nowhere. Cassandra had never mentioned her throughout any of their hangouts or conversations. For all she knew, Cullen was her one companion.

“Thanks for that. I guess.” She does her best to loosen up, but her pride gets in the way of a lot of things. Shit, maybe she is Pride. Maybe that is what she’ll be for Halloween. Priorities, Liv.

“You’re welcome. I can see now you aren’t just spinning for a good time at the expense of someone else’s feelings, or else you wouldn’t have bothered coming back around after what happened. Cassandra is difficult sometimes.”

“She isn’t difficult, she’s just deliberate.”

Leliana grins. “Cassandra is many things.”

“How do you two even know each other? I never saw you around when we were first starting to hang out. She doesn’t…”

“She doesn’t mention me?” her grin grows into a smile as she rests her elbow back behind her. “I know. It doesn’t bother me. She and I met when we were both involved with the Campus Chapel. Josie might have told you I was a Student Chaplain last year?”

“Uh…” she hesitates on whether to admit they’ve discussed her, but she can’t resist the chance to know more about Cassandra even if it’s through her. “Yes.”

“Yeah! We ended up working together a lot on events and volunteer stuff. It took awhile for us to be anything but that. She’s a hard cookie to crumble. I am, too, though.”

“She’s...she’s a cookie, alright.”

Leliana giggles, and her gaze returns to her. “On a...well, okay,” she adjusts, “can I be real with you?”

“Real? Have you not been real this entire time?”

“Oh, hush,” she giggles some more, “I’m serious.”

“Sure.”

Leliana’s face goes back to that mature expression she had when she first sat down. Solemn. “I know that it may be easy to believe Cassandra is as put-together and unbreakable. But...you should know, it’s not all there is to her.”

Olivia shakes her head a bit. “I didn’t think it was.”

“I know, but, just trust me on this one. I know from experience.”

“Experience?”

She sighs under her breath, and dares to place a hand on Olivia’s knee. “Just be careful with her. I tease, but, she is my friend.” She then stands, facing her head on. It’s slightly intimidating -- scratch that, considerably. Leliana is jovial, but there’s an intensity to her. One you catch if you look long enough.

“I trust you get me when I say I would do anything for my friend’s happiness,” she adds, taking hold of her shoulder bag handle. Olivia doesn’t know whether to take that as a compliment, or a threat. Either way, she continues to eye her but play along.

“I do,” she answers, tucking some hair behind her own ear. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” Leliana waves her hand, before looking over her shoulder. They both do, because coming up the path is a well-dressed woman with short black hair, a knee-length blazer coat, and those black leggings Olivia cuddled against on the couch Saturday afternoon. In that moment, Leliana’s reply hits home.

Not long after it does, she is smiling at Olivia and stepping back onto her merry way. “You’re turning heads. Take care.” She walks with a pep in her step, departing just as Cassandra draws near.

Well, that wasn’t foreboding at all, Olivia thinks to herself as she watches Leliana’s beanie grow smaller and harder to see through the neighboring figures walking to-and-from her direction. Cassandra’s boots scuff onto the grass, jerking Olivia’s attention out of her staring.

“What did Leliana want?” she asks, already folding her arms. Her nice leather satchel shines in the sunlight like it’s polished.

She sounds displeased. “Leliana?” Olivia blinks, “Oh, she just wanted to clear the air about the Gala. To say sorry.”

Cassandra’s eyes narrow and gaze down the path where her very nice and peculiar friend had gone. Not convinced. “Really. That’s it?”

“Yes!” Olivia smiles and hops off the bench, nearer to her. Her movement distracts Cassandra, which is what she hoped for. “You said it yourself, she’s your friend. You don’t trust her to make things right?”

“I trust her to do a lot of things. Namely: too much.” She starts to get caught up in it, but rather than raising the heat, she loosens up her shoulders. It’s like a well-oiled machine of emotions.

Cassandra then changes the subject to salvage the moment. “Anyway, I thought we could try the Greek place on the corner by Williamson?”

Olivia smiles. Now she’s talking. Dusting off her thighs, she follows at her side as they walk. The first bit of their journey is quiet, observant of the goings-on. It’s peak campus foot traffic, as people hurry to overwhelm the different food hubs all around. Cassandra doesn’t just have good taste, she has smart taste: Williamson is in a tucked corner, perhaps the most removed from the rush hour. Olivia had learned this when she went with Ellinor once, trying to satiate her Greek craving with the nearest place on Google Maps.

As they near the shop, Cassandra breaks the silence. “Yesterday was fun. Thank you again for making breakfast.”

“What? Oh!” Olivia waves it off, “It’s no big deal, stop thanking me! It was good to...to cook again.”

“Everything okay?” Cassandra notices the slight low-tick in her tone at the end. It’s almost cliche, the way it happens -- and she hopes she wouldn’t catch it. But she does.

“Yeah,” she brushes it off, “I’m just still processing lecture.”

Cassandra smiles, and lowers her gaze to the ground in front of them as they round the corner. It’s easy being like this with her. Easier than all the hype Olivia builds in her head about the way things are, the way they should be, and what they aren’t. In the moment, in the thick of it, it all makes sense. No comparison and no longing.

She folds her arms against her chest as they keep going. Only a minute or so ‘till gyro goodness.

--

An hour later they are sprawled on playfield grass nearby the shop, under the sparse shade of old trees planted around the perimeter of it. A bit like the Siberia of the campus athletic areas, out on its own in a nook of campus not many people frequent. For casual picnicking with food and bare feet in the grass for two women who say they have distaste for exhibiting affection, though, it’s perfect. 

Besides, they’re sharing bites of each other’s food, now. That shit is damn-near explicit. No one wants to see that rated X, woman-on-woman action. 

“I think we had a practice out here, once,” Cassandra balls up her gyro foil, the remnants of a meal long-gone. “It was miserable, actually.”

Olivia has long-devoured her gyro into oblivion, and is laying flat on her back beside her with her glasses on, taking in the blue and cloudy sky. “Oh? Is the grass not...green enough?”

“Is that a serious question?”

“I don’t know! Is grass...like...a factor to consider?”

“In a way, yeah.”

“Oh…” she wrinkles her nose, a foot itching the other with toes. “Huh.”

“Think of it this way,” she says as she twists open her hydroflask, the squeaking sound of the seal an echo of every single time a person does during class seminar discussions. “You’re a dancer. Flooring matters, right?”

“Pff, yeah, you won’t catch me launching myself six feet in the air to land on gravel.”

“See? It’s like soccer. Or any field sport. The grass you land on, run on, fall on. It matters.”

Olivia stares up at her shoulder, and can only imagine what her face looks like. It must be beautiful, because there’s an excitement in her voice that is almost infectious. Maybe, if she stays exposed to it, she could grow a...tolerance, of athletic occupations. Maybe. Maybe with Cassandra, she could do a whole lot of things.

She’s been to quiet. Cassandra glances down, looking like she’s expecting Olivia to be asleep or something. But when their eyes meet, it’s all grins and unexpected butterflies.

“You’re teaching me something new every day,” Olivia remarks as she lifts herself up, propping on her hands. “I like that. Keep doing that.”

Cassandra reclines back to be shoulder-to-shoulder with her. “I’ll keep doing it as long as you want,” she says sweetly, “even if you wish to argue about it sometimes.”

“It helps me process information. If I can’t fight about it, it isn’t worth knowing.”

“Socrates, reincarnated.”

“Not even!” Olivia chuckles, nudging her. She lingers in the lean-in a bit indulgently. Cassandra nudges her back, until they are both veering into one another and away like haphazard pendulums. Then, their faces still in suspension close enough to tempt. And then, the lean...the closing in...slow closing of the eyes...and then the kiss. If anything could convince Olivia movie scenes in life were real, it was the way it felt getting used to kissing her. To being kissed by her. To be the person she kissed, out of everyone.

She gets into it. Too into it. It’ll overwhelm things. She stops herself and pulls back. Her lip rolls as their eyes open into each other, and Cassandra looks a bit surprised.

“Um…agh,” she says, a bit short on a breath, but happy. 

Olivia grins. “Yeah. I know.” It’s terrifying. And so good.

Cassandra exhales in a smile, and they separate. This, this is the honeymoon sensation. Everything feels right, and generous. This is what makes brave risks happen.

Olivia pulls her knees up against her chest and opens her mouth. Pausing, and struggling, but she gets it out. “H-hey, I keep meaning to ask you something.”

“Yeah?”

“This weekend. Do you have anything planned?”

“This weekend?” Cassandra tilts her chin, gazing out at the empty half-brown field. “Not really. I mean, if you wanted to do anything, I was going to…” she trails off. The butterflies hum in Olivia’s core, but she does her best to stay steady.

“Oh! Uh, yeah. Well, that’s what I was gonna say. Our friend Dorian, he’s having this Halloween party thing. Ellinor and I were invited, and we can bring plus ones. I was...I mean I know you’re not into parties like, in the...the Hangover sense…”

“‘The Hangover’ sense?” She asks, alarmed. 

“Uh y--no! Not that bad, just!” she laughs anxiously, “okay more like...like Clueless.”

“The one where the guy is an asshole and she and her best friend get a fight ab--”

“No, try...uh...fuck,” she shuts her eyes hard and taps her forehead, “well, okay, it’s a thing. It’s just...a production. Dorian, he--”

“Dorian Pavus, right? I know him.”

Olivia’s train of thought, derailed in a half-second’s worth of what the fuck. Her eyes go wide, and she whips her head around. “You know Dorian Pavus? God, please don’t say Church. Don’t say it.”

Cassandra raises a brow. “No. Not Church. I don’t know him well, but I know of him. He’s...interesting.”

“He’s really cool. I mean, we go to the same gym and he works there part-time like me. I mean, he’s...he usually just calls me the name of a blonde character. Like Elle Woods or...you know, Piper Chapman.”

“Piper Chapman.”

“...Yeah.”

Cassandra nods slow. “Okay. So, I was right to say...interesting.”

“Okay yeah fine. But he throws amazing parties, and all of my little crowd will be there. Ellinor and Cullen are going!” She throws it in like it’s a last ditch brownie point to take her over the edge. The look of overt skepticism on Cassandra’s face is telling, though.

“I imagine this won’t be no small backyard BBQ,” she rejoins, taking a second sip from her open canteen before putting the cap back on. “But this also explains why Cullen all of a sudden started his laundry this morning.”

“Does he not do his laundry?”

“He…” Cassandra looks for the words, “He does. It’s not that he’s not all about that kind of stuff. It’s just...for some reason laundry is like a tell-tale sign he’s emotionally preparing himself for something. Once, his sister tried to run off to Nevada to be in some cover band her friends made and his half of the suite smelled like lavender linen on steroids.”

“Oh…” Olivia frowns, “that’s...intense.”

“Yeah. It was fine though, in the end. Don’t say I told you that. He’d die if anyone found out. Especially you, or the team.”

“No worries. I don’t really hang out in that crowd anyway, you know that. I mean, Ellinor and I showing up at Rylen’s party...”

“Rylen doesn’t throw parties, he throws beer in an ice cooler and pulls out a frisbee yelling at everyone to dare him to ‘Air Bud’ it,” Cassandra jests harshly, her legs criss-crossing as she sits up.

“I wasn’t saying...well, I just meant that it’s not the same thing. Dorian’s parties aren’t small like that, but they’re fun! And good people will be there. I’d like you to go with me.” With me.

Cassandra quietly looks ahead. Her fingers pensively tousle and twist at the grass, but she doesn’t prick or pull. Only feeling, only tactile.

“Liv, there’s…there’s reasons why I tend to keep things lowkey.”

“I know,” she’s quick to offer compassion, perhaps a little too quick. “I get it. No drama, the better. I just didn’t want to go on ahead without considering you. We did say...well, you said we should be compassionate with each other, and communicate.”

Cassandra half-smiles, and her shoulders roll straight. “Yeah, but there’s...well. thank you for considering me.”

Her heart flutters. “Anytime.”

“Does this mean you’re asking me to be your date?”

Olivia purses her lips, and her shoulders bunch. “Maybe. You don’t even have to wear a costume. I’m doing the ‘deadly sins’ thing with Ellinor. You can just wear whatever you want.”

“So that is why you were arguing about Ellinor being Wrath. Hm. You have a point, there.”

Oh, God, if she ever heard you say that. Olivia’s reaction is half smile, half grimace. “Yeah. She’ll warm up to it. I think I might go as Envy. Make things fair so that neither of us win the coveted and almighty Lust mantle.”

“That would be the favored one, between you two.” Cassandra takes Olivia’s hand into hers, so cooly it makes Olivia blush. “I don’t think you’d be Envy though.”

“What? Oh, is this where you call me Sloth?”

“No way,” Cassandra huffs, “I was going to say Pride.”

She echoes her thoughts back when her and Leliana talked on the bench. A second affirmation of her search. Pride? Pride. Alright. She looks out, her head going from side-to-side as she thinks it over.

“Pride. How would I dress as Pride, though?”

Cassandra’s tongue is quicksilver. “Simple, wear what you had on when you came to Rylen’s with Ellinor. You could have been the dictionary image for it.”

“Oh, fuck that! You!” Olivia has urge to do something she hasn’t done in years. And certainly not to anyone she’s been involved with. She shoots her arms out to Cassandra’s sides and begins to tickle her, fingers spindling up and under her arms. It’s a daring move, one you’d think someone like Cassandra would stiffen and admonish. Yet, in a strangely amazing twist of fate, she lurches and begins to laugh. Laugh, and laugh, and laugh. Falling back onto the ground as her knees bend towards the sky, curved and kicking as Olivia rushes up and over her. Laughing,right along with her out of sympathy.

It’s a light she’s never seen, Cassandra losing control like this. And she loves it. She is so stunning.

“Stop it! S-stop!” Cassandra cuts in between laughs, breath escaping quick and shallow. “Y-you! Ahh!”

Olivia gives an Aha! To her tone, Then, it all starts to slow down. Laughs ease. Cassandra’s snuck her arm around Olivia’s waist, holding her close despite having been held captive. Chuckles boil down to snickering, and then recuperating heavy breathing.

“You...you didn’t tell me you were ticklish!”

“I-I,” Cassandra bubbles out the remainder of her glee, “I don’t think that’s something you...you brag about.”

“I think it is!” Olivia argues, chest half on top of hers. “You, ticklish? It’s like the world’s best kept secret.”

“Well, now I have to kill you, so it will stay that way.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

Cassandra smiles and clings to her, the strength in one arm enough to nearly crack the spot in Olivia’s back that’s been a problem for her since 9th grade. Good to know for future amateur chiropractor needs.

The romantic position they’ve found themselves in sticks, the Siberia soccer field enough of a stowaway place for something considered ‘PDA’ to be acceptable. Olivia is engrossed, her chin resting on her chest. A subtle, lucid breeze combs through the edges her hair.Cassandra’s olive skin basks so well in the sunlight overhead, especially when she’s contented.

“This party,” Cassandra says after a few moments of wordless admiring, “it would be fun?”

“Hmm, Yes. I’d be there, after all.”

“Well, then I suppose it is my kind of fun then.” She agrees, but there’s a touch of carefulness to the end of her sentence. Carefulness from trying despite implicit reluctance. Olivia pauses to examine, but is only met with a well-meaning stoicism.

“You mean it?” she questions, sliding her knee in between Cassandra’s to rest.

“Yeah. If you can handle Rylen and the others, I should be able to handle your crowd.”

Olivia is reminded of Ellinor’s eye-for-an-eye logic, and her brow furrows. “My crowd is...I think you’ll like them. I mean, they’re all just really gay and well-dressed.”

Cassandra holds back a chuckle. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah! You saw! And besides, we can join them. Be gay, and well dressed, and if you’re lucky we can also be gay and well-dressed in taco bell,” she whispers the ‘taco bell’ part like she’s a screaming concert-goer, something that provokes Cassandra into poking her ticklish waist in return. More giggling, more effortless giggling, and it’s all even.

“See! I am the master of persuasion!” Olivia rejoices, still stuck on the feeling of lounging on her. Class where? Campus whomst?

“You have talent, I think you’ll go far in life.” Cassandra rubs up the side of her back, before laying her head into the grass and closing her eyes. Grinning and inhaling, nice and deep. “Alright, a few more minutes, and we have to head back. Or, at least I do.”

“So we do.”

Cassandra opens an eye at her, but Olivia only winks. A last exchange before she lays her head back down on her chest.

Cassandra exhales. “So we do.”

It’s all so good. No dramatic fights, no screaming matches, no salty comments. Just them. It’s so potent, Olivia understands why Ellinor was so moth-drawn-to-flame when her and Cullen started...doing things. This is fucking great. It’s like...nothing can touch her, and everything is as good as it’ll ever get. Which is pretty damn good, by her standards. Not even Leliana’s odd behavior can get her down.

Though, admittedly, as they took the last minutes they could to rest in the sun-baked grass, she wonders. If Cassandra was not all alright, then, what would she ever have to hide? She peers up, tempted to ask straight out. Cassandra has her eyes closed, and she’s so tranquil. Her hand wrapped around her, making her a part of it. Olivia can’t stomach the idea of ruining it.

What goes on inside that head of yours when no one thinks to ask? If you have your reasons, what are they?

She gives up, and lays her cheek back down, and the world washes away for a moment longer. The trees and their enduring leaves sway gently up above in a wind, A moment that screams ‘take your time.’

[theanimekid]

Double Trouble

Sung Jin-Woo x Fem Reader

Synopsis: Sung Jin-woo being left alone with the twins' for 24 hours

Warnings: fluff and shadow shenanigans, also Karmish is in this

Part 2 of Sir... We have a problem

It began off as an uncomplicated wager

" You think... that you can oversee our daughters for a full day without difficulties?" You arched your eyebrow in amusement as your husband held one of your 5-month-old daughters in his arm. Gently jumping her as she was studying her father's hair, yanking the strand as she babbled while the other one was playing with one of his shadow soldiers' infirmary group. The other twin, laughed and giggled as the shadow mage tickled her tiny belly. Your hubby nodded.

" Yea, and as their father, I'm willing to take the entire day spending with my precious little cuties." Your husband spoke with a fair and appealing voice as he brought his kid up to his face and rubbed it against hers while he gave you puppy dog eyes.

You sighed since your husband has always been busy with dungeon raids, and he did as though he hasn't been spending time with his own children, so your husband thought it would be okay for you to take a day off while he watched the twins.

"Okay, let's make a deal: If you can follow this list for the whole day, I'll let you watch them for next week and give you a special treat for your job well done." You emphasized the 'special treat' part. As you walked up to your husband, placing your head on his chest and hiking your leg on his hips.

He gives a teasing 'oh' "And what happens if I don't?" Giving you a signature smirk.

" No cuddles for two weeks." You teasingly commented. Knowing he will have no choice but to win this deal.

He gawked at you, arranging a hand on his chest. " You wouldn't- discharge me from my cuddling rights?" " I can, and I will. If you can follow the list from first to last."

One of the twins babbled as one of the magic shadow soldiers made small colorful fireworks out of their hands. She cooed in awe, and Iron stood holding the child in his lap, sitting down. His eyes sparkled with fascination. " Yeah... I got this." Jinwoo said with confidence as he helped you with your purse. You opened the door before your husband stopped you, " Aren't you forgetting something?" He said with a cheeky, teasing smile on his face. You sighed as you turned around in one place and gave a short passionate kiss, " Be good for your mama and dada, my little sapphires." You whispered to your baby and gave her a soft peck on the cheek. The door closed behind her, Jinwoo carried your daughter in the air, and she laughed happily. " You and sister ready to have some fun? Yeah?" He chattered as the list he was supposed to follow dropped on the ground.

The sky was as pure as day fluffy clouds covered the atmosphere, birds chirping like a song in a choir, not even a while three peaceful minutes later a giant shadow cast upon the poor little bird as a gust ignited wind blew it out of the the way with a confused squeak as it took a spiral. The sounds of laughter and cheers can he heard for miles as Karmish flew at full speed along with Beru making sure that morning one of them fall off the dragon’s back. Jinwoo held his daughters tightly as he had the best smile on his face.

“ yeah it’s fun isn’t it?” He said yelling happily . One of the little girls babbled as she pointed to the ocean. “Wanna go down there?” He cooed. The other one gave a big nod of determination. “ You heard them, to the ocean!” He ordered.

“As you wish, my king.”

He dived to the opened water head first, then gliding on top of it, as the water was split into nearly two. They cheered as the dragon was soaring above the water, his claws digging in it.

The girls cooed in awe as they saw their reflection in the waves. Beru asked with the most concern on his face, “ are you sure this is wise my king?” “. Of course I am! Look how happy they are!” He replied as he looked down at his daughters having the time of their lives. Unknown to them, a local fisherman recorded the entire thing since they entered.

The night fell on the horizon, and a small picnic blanket lay on the grassy floor as the pink and blue hues painted the sky along with the glittery stars. His daughters, Beru and Igris, played as he watched from afar. A gentle smile spread across his face. Any average child would’ve run away scared, but compared to his children, it’s completely normal. He’ll thank his wife for passing their boldness and compassion. The phone rang as he reached for his phone in the coat pocket and answered it. “Hello?”

“Hello, my shadow hubby.”

He stuttered in confusion. "Oh, H-H-Hi babe, uh...” 

“So... I coming back from my raid in the U.S. it ended early.”

He felt his eyes dilate in fear. Ah, shit. He swallowed thickly, “so, what time do you have to be home?." "In the next 40 minutes or so-" He hunged up within an instant. Crap! she got off early. I gotta head back now. He called his servants and gave them an order: pack the stuff and head home quickly. 

The car door opened as you walked out with a small suitcase in hand, you waved the driver goodbye and headed inside, not knowing about the shadow that flew above you, the keys jangled as you were about to unlock the door. Bur the door unlock itself, a welcoming smile on the shadow's soldiers face as he bowed, " Welcome Home my queen." You nodded in agreement. " It's good to be home, now where is your king and my children?," you asked as he grabbed the bag from your hand.

"They're waiting for you in the living room, my queen." He answered. He guided you to your shared living room. You can hear tiny giggles and babbles as you trod down the hallway. Your daughters were sitting against Tank's belly as the magic team showed off their new spells. Your husband sat on the couch and enjoyed the show. He followed to see you standing in the hallway with the softest smile on her face. He got up and greet you warmly, " Hey babe, how's the trip?' He kissed you on the cheek. " Everything was fine, my husband, how were the twins? Did they behave?" He nervously chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. " Oh-Oh yeah! they were great, nothing out of the ordinary." Your arched your brow, something is going on. Before you could answer your phone rang. " Oh hold up a sec..." You opened your phone and saw a video that was posted a couple hours ago: The Giant Black Dragon Kipnapped Three people including two newborn twins.

A/n: I meant to post this sooner but I got sidetracked with another reader insert

[liyazaki]

boyfriend...I can see you like the sound of that.

SEMANTIC ERROR - EPISODE 8

[natashawritesstuff]

You met Atsumu when you were a sophomore in college and he had just joined the league. You lived in a bubble and it wasn’t until the season ended that you were on winter break, that it finally popped. He met your family and you met his. While over his childhood house, you felt you were like walking through a museum of his life. Embarrassing photos hung up on the walls with his twin, friends he had mentioned in passing, old teammates and-

“Tsumu, who’s this?” you ask staring at a picture from his graduation. Atsumu was on the right, Osamu on the left, and in the middle-”

“Oh, that’s my ex-girlfriend,” he says nonchalantly, coming in from the kitchen and shrugging at the photo, then leaves as quickly as he came. 

“Oh,” you whisper to yourself, “that’s her.”

You’ve never met Atsumu’s ex, but sometimes it feels like you’ve had. You’ve heard countless stories of what everyone else calls ‘his first love’ they met in middle school and dated up until graduation when she broke up with him hours after they walked the stage. 

“Why’s the photo still up?” you call out.

“My mom liked how Samu and I looked in it. Why ya’ jealous?” he teases and you laugh. 

“Not all at all.”

And you weren’t. Until you found her in more photos, more memories that she was in, places she had been with Atsumu that you hadn’t yet. You weren’t jealous until you found her bracelet under his old bed. You weren’t jealous until he smiled when he saw it remembering how much she complained about losing it the night before their last first day of school. You weren’t jealous until he texted her a photo of it, finding her contact a little too quickly. You weren’t jealous, you weren’t. Because he’s yours. Yeah, she’s his first love but he loves you now, and that’s what matters, right?

You’re not jealous. 

That is until she texts back and he replies. And he remembers that she was one to recommend a new conditioner for his bleached hair to make it softer. The soft hair that you love to run your fingers through. That’s because of her. The stud on his left ear, the places he takes you on date nights, the cologne he wears. Her, her, her.

You can’t find a way to separate the two, you feel as if she made him, she built the man before you if that’s so what’s stopping her from coming back and claiming what’s hers. 

You’ll get distant. Pull back, he notices and he’ll reach for you in the night, bringing your body closer to his and just when you want so sink into his touch- his phone chimes. It’s a small chime, quiet, but nonetheless, a storm ensues.

“It’s over!”

“Yeah, by your choice or hers?” you wonder.

“She broke up with me you know this!” he screams. It’s one the morning but the two of you are wide awake. She texted late, because of course she did, she ‘needed a place to crash’ and thought your boyfriends couch seemed like the place to do it.

“And if she didn’t?” you ask.

“I’m with you!”

“Would you be if she didn’t?”

“What are ya doing asking that?”

“Would she be sleeping in this bed instead of asking for the couch if she didn’t? Would she be here instead of me?”

“Y/N-”

“Thought so,” you whisper and storm out of the bedroom suggesting, “text her back, wouldn’t want to keep her waiting.” 

“Y/N!” 

You grab your keps and fling open the door for your heart to sink. 

“You,” she says, with an amused smile.

You’ve never met Atsumu’s ex.

part two

part 3

this is based on ex-girlfriend by Melina KB (i'm so rusty)

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[yuyu-bubu]

you know what, fuck you *unhumans your adeleine*

[lovelyunholyc]

hurt/comfort. non-descript nightmare (on aki's part). gender neutral.

(happy holidays! for his christmas present let's give aki unconditional tlc, as he deserves)

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it's all-consuming. pure dread, so perverse he feels as if he's drowning in it, too thick to swim through, like concrete sludge.

it encompasses his entire being, renders him useless, suspended in the dull, dark nothingness.

he wants to scream.

he finds that he can't, that he's frozen completely, thoroughly.

"aki!"

he hears it distantly at first, soft and tinny, as if through muddy water.

"aki, hey, come back." he realizes it's you. he feels warmth cut through the frigid cold of his chest, his entire body.

"aki," you say again, louder this time, though your voice seems softer, more clear.

finally he can open his eyes.

he doesn't realize he's shivering until he feels the firm pressure of your body over his, warm and comforting, soothing through the ache and the nerves. you come into view slightly blurry through tears his eyes haven't yet shed, whispering sweetly, it's okay, baby, come back to me, fingers scraping gently along his scalp, through sweat-dampened hair.

you wait a few moments, let a beat of peaceful silence pass as he comes back to himself, his breathing slowly evening out.

"are you with me, aki?" your voice is gentle, soft enough not to cut through the serenity comparable to what he'd experienced only moments before.

aki nods once, blinking the tears out of his eyes to clear them, arms wrapping around you so he can bury his face in your chest, focus on the steady thrum of your heart and breathe in your specific, comforting scent.

"i've got you, baby," you continue to soothe, until your words soak through the haze in his mind and the tremors wracking through his body slow to a gradual stop.

when he settles considerably you sit up just a bit, pulling back to press your lips gently to his forehead. "i love you," is your last reminder before you part temporarily, tethering yourself to him by straddling his hips and weaving one of your hands together with his, knowing how important the physical anchor is.

with your free hand you reach over to the nightstand, fishing through it expertly to find a pack of his cigarettes and a lighter.

you don't smoke, and for the better he's in the process of purposely dwindling down his use with the intention of eventually stopping, but it is still one of the only ways you can be sure he'll be soothed.

you can feel his entire body relax further when you lean back in to give him a proper kiss, tender and unassuming, soft lips lingering over his for a long moment. you give him another just before pulling back to place the cigarette between his lips. he squeezes your hand gratefully, sitting up against the headboard of your shared bed as you light it for him, admiring the sparkle of the fire reflecting in his pretty eyes.

you watch from his lap as he takes a long drag, feel the rest of the tension leave him. smoke curls forth from between his lips, twists around his face and neck before wafting away.

if it weren't so bad for him, you'd praise it. you'd never admit that it makes him look cool, mysterious.

aki pinches the cigarette between long, elegant fingers, ducks his head just a bit towards you, and you know what he wants.

you peck at his lips once more, press your forehead against his.

he takes a deep breath, eyes closed, savoring your scent, your presence around him, your weight on top of him, your fingers laced with his. grounding, calming him deeper than you'll ever know.

you cup his pale cheek with your free hand, soothing softly at his skin with your thumb, and he presses his lips to your knuckles before bringing your joined hands up to the other side. you cradle his face gently, with a loving tenderness he could never hope to reciprocate, that he doesn't think he deserves. your hands are so soft, your touch so gentle, holding him so delicately, he thinks that if he were to break in your hands, you'd take care of him easily, carefully.

his hands are so rough in comparison, built from years of hard work, from needless atrocity. it's a wonder that you let him touch you so freely.

you say his name again in the semi-darkness, barely a whisper against his lips.

he opens his eyes, grateful to admire you fully. "thank you," he whispers back, his throat still a little dry, but knows it's not enough. he thinks he'll spend the rest of his life thanking you, giving you his gratitude in any way he can, and though it would never be enough, he'd cherish every moment.

when you speak again your voice is clear, firm in its assurance, its unconditional adoration, its clear fondness. "i love you."

aki still isn't used to being treated so gently, with so much grace and understanding, with such raw emotion that it overwhelms him. he has trouble comprehending why you feel the way you do for him, why you give so much of yourself to him and are so kind to expect nothing in return.

he thinks he'll struggle all his life to give you what you truly deserve. but for now, he knows you're content with just one thing, something he didn't think he'd be capable of again until he'd met you.

you kiss him once more, shift to lay your head on his shoulder, one arm wrapping around him and the other holding his hand to your chest, right over your heart.

aki presses his lips to the top of your head. you make it so easy.

"i love you, too," he replies needlessly, and he thinks his heart pours out of his mouth and makes his voice break. he holds you tighter and feels your arms squeeze around him in return.

[oraclekleo]

Cha Eunwoo (ASTRO) - Ideal Partner Tarot Reading

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Requester: /

Deck: Mythic Goddess Tarot

Spread: Ideal Partner

Questions:

Body 

Heart 

Spirit 

Soul 

Time 

Place

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Lee Dong Min

Stage Name: Cha Eunwoo

Group: ASTRO

DOB: 30.03.1997

Sun Sign: Aries

Chinese Sign: Fire Ox

Life Path Number: 5

Masterpost: Astro

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Lee Dong Min

Cha Eunwoo (ASTRO)

Deck: Mythic Goddess Tarot

Spread: Ideal Partner

Body - XVIII The Moon (Selene - Illusion)

Eunwoo’s significant other shouldn’t be taken at face value. They might seem plain or even invisible but they possess great intuition. They literally flow through life and simply bypass difficulties or obstacles on their way. Their voice might be quiet, deep, and nearly hypnotic. Their eyes are usually veiled as they often introspect. Maybe they don’t talk often but when they do, it turns out to be true. Their intuition is more accurate than other people’s certainty, therefore they are considered to be very wise and perceptive.

Heart - 8 of Swords (Restriction)

While Eunwoo’s ideal partner’s intuition is casting the light on their way, they might feel trapped at heart. They might feel like others simply don’t understand them, and can't keep up with the flow of their thoughts. And it’s possibly true, as this person is likely highly intelligent and probably prefers to observe others and study them then to actually socialise. They might seem to be standing outside all the social circles, watching calmly and staying out of the drama.

Spirit - 5 of Wands (Conflict)

Seemingly calm and untouchable, Eunwoo’s destined lover is likely battling themselves deep inside. They might feel torn between the desire to stay above things and the need to actually share their ideas and thoughts with others. They genuinely believe they could make the world a better place, if only all those people quieted for a little bit and listened to what they had to say. Eunwoo’s ideal partner likes to stick to the facts and prefers to solve issues with a cool head while people around them are loud and easily give in to their emotions, which can feel frustrating and chaotic.

Soul - 3 of Cups (Friendship)

Deep down in their soul, Eunwoo’s special person is a warm and friendly creature. They might not know how exactly to express it, they might feel and act awkward when they try to show affection, but they truly care. They have a kind heart, good sense of humour and they actually love to smile and laugh. Only need someone to find someone who will actually make the effort to approach them and make them chuckle. Once they are close to someone, they become so adorable and playful.

Time - Ace of Cups (Tenderness)

It is possible Eunwoo already knows or met his perfect match. They might have become friends. However, Eunwoo will never consider them anything more until they overcome the natural shyness and show their more tender and loving side to him. It might come as a pleasant shock to Eunwoo to suddenly realise that the person he always considered to be reliable and wise, is also attractive in a different way. Once he makes this discovery, there’s no way back, though. Falling in love is inevitable and fatal.

Place - 6 of Wands (Triumph)

If Eunwoo decides to share a home with his special person, it’s gonna be a success on all fronts. They simply click, they create an inspiring and warm home full of fun, love and laughter. They might even incite a bit of envy in others as Eunwoo and his lover become stronger and more powerful when they are together.

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[cecilxa]

fifth time’s the charm

summary: xiao really likes looking at you. 

contents: fluff, ambiguous relationship between you and xiao, gn!reader, in-love xiao

cw: kissing (barely any though)

recommend listening to: nothing by bruno major

The 1st time he realises he’s staring is when you’re watching a movie together. Huddled under separate blankets, yet still close, you’re intently watching the flickering screen. Xiao is watching something else. He’s watching how your eyes slowly widen at the plot twist; he’s watching how they tear up when something tragic happens; he’s watching how they sparkle in joy when the two main characters finally kiss. He doesn’t care about the movie, so why does he care about the crystalline tear that slides down your cheek? He’s getting fed up with the characters so quickly, so why does he want to keep watching it with you? He doesn’t think you’ll notice if he continues staring. You’re so enraptured with the movie, that you don’t notice the enraptured look being presented to you.

The 2nd time he realises he’s staring is when you’re talking with your friends. You’re talking animatedly and cheerfully about something he could care less about. Xiao doesn’t know why he’d pick up anything just to impress you. He remembers you mentioning that you found people who read ‘really cool’, and over the next week, dedicated his free time to memorising Jane Austen quotes. Pride and Prejudice be damned, you’re the one he admires; you’re the one he loves; you’re the one he’d do anything for. Ask him for a bottle of water, and he’d supply the whole ocean. Ask him for a jumper because you’re cold, and he’d give you his entire wardrobe. He doesn’t mind. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

The 3rd time he realises he’s staring is when you’re sleeping. No, he’s not creepy; he’s just whipped. Absolutely and undoubtedly whipped for you. It’s the dead of night, and he can hear your shallow breathing interrupting the otherwise quiet atmosphere. Your hair tousled and messy might be his favourite look so far. You say that it’s ugly, but he thinks the complete opposite. It shows him you trust him, trust him so much that he thinks his heart might explode with adoration. In the dead of night, he can truly lie there and admire the wonder in front of him. Your cute nose, your fluttering eyes, your hand holding his, even when asleep. Xiao loves you so much in your sleep that he doesn’t know how he manages when you’re awake.

The 4th time he realises he’s staring is when he’s hugging you, cuddling under the night sky. The North Star, the Big Dipper, and Orion are what you point out to him, your smile as bright as the stars that you’re looking at. No, brighter, Xiao thinks. The stars exist in the sky, as a beacon of hope for the lost people of the world. They are gone when morning comes, when the lost people of the world can guide themselves through. Your smile is the sky itself. No matter the time of day, no matter the weather, your smile is the thing that holds up the sparkling stars, the mesmerising moon, and the shining sun. Ever-present, ever-loving and ever-lasting. Xiao thinks that he will continue looking up if it’s your smile that leads him back to you.

The 5th time he realises he’s staring is when you’re staring back. Your eyes search his, your hands grasp his, your lips capture his. You taste of his favourite paintings, of his favourite colours and his favourite clothes. You taste of everything and nothing at the same time. He swears that fireworks are exploding in an empty room cluttered with objects and mess. His body is pressed against yours, and he feels everything and nothing all at once. He knows how you feel perfect with him, like two complete jigsaw pieces, like a happy ending in those dumb rom-coms you watch. His mind empty, his body euphoric, somehow, Xiao doesn’t believe that you’re here. But you are here, and he stares. He can’t help it; you’re so ethereal. He’ll forever keep staring until your heart and his heart lie together, feeling everything and nothing all at once.

[gothbusterz]

Intoxicating - Teacher!Sang-Woo x Student!Reader

Sang-Woo can’t help but obsess over his perfect little star student.

Warnings - Jealous Sang-Woo, Smut, age gap (legal), oral (F receiving)

Word count - 3.8k (I may have gotten carried away 👀)

Requested by @14lovez 💚

Click, clack, click, clack.

The sound of heels rushing down the tiled hallway echoed through the classrooms as she passed, papers falling from her arms and her phone clattering on the floor. Cursing loudly, she scooped everything up and kept running. She’d never been late before, let alone for his class.

Mr Cho’s lecture hall was near empty. 9 AM finance lectures didn’t exactly draw in the numbers, but she made it a point to always be there. It made him feel appreciated in a way he’d never admit out loud. In his eyes, she was the perfect student; attentive, clever and beautiful. Although he’d never admit, the last 3 years he’d had her in his class, he’d had the privilege of watching her become her own woman.

Sang-Woo met her as a fresh-out-of-high-school 18 year old - young, naive and curious - and now she was graduating; moving on and leaving him behind. He couldn’t get used to the thought of not seeing her sweep into his class of a morning, fresh faced and ready to drink in every word that left his lips with such focus that sometimes it felt like they were the only two in the room. He wouldn’t hear her quietly giggle anymore, whenever that stupid little boy that sat next to her cracked jokes that only they could hear. He wouldn’t be able to admire her as he had been for so long now, his eyes taking an extended vacation around the curves of her body underneath the figure-accentuating outfits she chose. Her perfume wouldn’t overwhelm his senses anymore, triggering something dark in his brain as his face hovered so close to hers, quietly explaining something she’d so innocently asked for help with.

Deep down, she drove him crazy; but Sang-Woo knew his place and he knew there were lines he should never cross, so instead he buried the impure thoughts he had about her. Part of him wanted to say something to her, but where would he even begin? The last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable. He felt so sleazy. It’s not as if he’d intended this, but something about her was so… alluring. He couldn’t get her out of his head. She overwhelmed his thoughts even when she wasn’t there with him, and it made him feel an intense guilt. She was barely 21. Barely over the age of consent, and here he was, a grown man fantasising about the youngest possible woman without it being immoral. He hated himself for it, but no matter how hard he tried to ignore her, he simply couldn’t.

The students sitting before him chattered excitedly, paying no mind to the man sitting at his desk, chatting and giggling about the futures that they were about to embark on. The clock finally struck 9, and yet, she was nowhere to be seen. His heart sunk a little; the last lecture of the whole course and she didn’t show up to properly say goodbye. Of course, he’d see her briefly at the graduation ceremony, but after that, he knew he’d never see her again. He cursed himself, reminding his brain that she was off limits anyway. He knew he needed to move on but he was just stuck on a loop. The second he saw her, he knew the walls he built up to separate himself from her would be demolished by his own hand.

Standing up, he greeted his class and congratulated them on making it all the way through their bachelor degrees. Detailing the tasks of his final class, his eyes lingered on the empty seats in the front row - the seats usually home to both his favourite student and the little lap dog that seemed to follow her around, Hwang Jun-Ho. He knew he had no good reason to dislike this boy. He actually was her age, handsome, athletic and he’d already proven he could make her laugh. Jun-Ho was a good student and he’d never done anything to disrespect or cross his professor. It was all pure, untainted jealousy from Sang-Woo.

Neither Y/N or Jun-Ho were present, and Sang-Woo’s mind swam with the possibilities. He couldn’t push through the images in his head of the two of them tangled together, sheets grazing their bare bodies as they actively skipped his lecture to study each other instead. He couldn’t help but envision his hands all over her gentle flesh, his fingers in her hair, her nails digging into his back, her lips wrapped around…

He quickly shook himself out of it, shame flooding through his veins as he noticed all the blood that had rushed south at his musings. The thoughts filled him with rage, even though he knew Jun-Ho would be a better boyfriend than he could ever be. Y/N and Jun-Ho could go out in public and no one would ever bat and eyelid. Her parents would surely be ecstatic for her to bring a young man like him home to them.

Click, clack, click, clack.

The sound drew closer and shook him from his daydreaming, and suddenly his heart fluttered with relief and hope as she barrelled through the doors. She was panting, beads of sweat adorning her forehead as she rasped out an apology for being so late.

She’d really done it today. As soon as he laid eyes in her, he began to salivate. Her blouse was sheer enough to make out the outline of the black bra she wore underneath and her hair hadn’t been brushed before it was thrown into a bun sitting on the top of her head. Her skirt danced against the swell of her ass as she quickly hustled over to her empty seat. He took in the sight in front of him. She was always beautiful, but something about seeing her so disheveled hit him right in the lust he had for her. As she turned her head, exposing a dark purple mark against the skin near her collarbone, white hot rage filled him. Taking a deep breath, he pushed it down and cleared his throat.

“Nice of you to finally grace us with your presence.” His voice was colder and harsh, a far cry from the joking tone he’d meant to express it in. It was real now. Someone else had her and it made his stomach drop. Her expression was one of shock and embarrassment, flecks of disappointment in her eyes at the way her normally caring professor greeted her. She mumbled another apology, sitting down and averting her eyes downwards to the quiz sheet he had laid on each table.

Sitting back in his seat, Sang-Woo let out a frustrated sigh. He felt bad for snapping at her, but he couldn’t help but feel a new emotion towards her - betrayal. In his mind, she was already his. It was hard to remember sometimes that it was just his imagination, and this young woman had done nothing to warrant the attraction he had for her. Sure, she’d drop things at seemingly convenient times, her long legs bending as she bent to pick it up, giving Sang-Woo a show in the process. Sure, she stayed back after almost every lecture, as if she relished the time they had alone together as much as he did. To Sang-Woo, none of this meant anything. He could never be truly sure if she was just really that innocent, or if maybe, just maybe, she felt the same way even just a little bit.

He stood from his seat, observing the other students with their heads either down on their paper or buried in their phone screens. Taking a deep breath to muster the courage, he worked his way across the room and leaned his two large hands on the front of her desk, leaning down so that his lips could whisper in her ear without alerting the other students. “You haven’t seen Jun-Ho by chance have you? He didn’t show up today.”

Her body stiffened involuntarily as she shifted her gaze to meet the intense, dark eyes of her professor. He hadn’t said anything of the sort, but she could only take his question as a roundabout way of saying I know what you did. His expression was hard to read. It was something she’d never seen him wear before - irritation. He was always so gentle with her; complimenting her and helping with every problem, no matter how small. Sometimes she’d even pretend to not understand just so that she could have him close to her. What Sang-Woo didn’t realise was that she felt the same way, maybe even stronger.

He walked back to his desk, sitting back down and lowering his gaze to the finished quizzes in front of him. He felt like an absolute piece of shit knowing how uncomfortable he’d just made her. He’d basically attacked her without even saying anything. His hotheaded attitude blinded him from the reality that he held no claim to her. She was just his student. His beautiful, smart, sexy student. But his student nevertheless.

The time passed on and on, students chatting and sharing their plans for the weekend and the afterparty for the graduation. A sadness set deep into Sang-Woo’s chest as he realised that as soon as that clock struck 12, she was no longer his student. Lifting his eyes to lay them on Y/N, his heart broke as he noticed she hadn’t lifted her head since his harsh words. He’d already regretted what he said as soon as the words left his lips, and now he felt like a monster. You don’t tear down someone you love. Whether they love you back or not, it’s not fair. She had and has every right to sleep with Jun-Ho if that’s what she wants, even though it killed him inside.

The other students started to pack their things up as the time drew nearer and nearer. A few students approached his desk to thank him and he wished them the best of luck with a warm smile. He meant it. He wished nothing for the best for all his students, even that stupid fucking Jun-Ho prick. Eventually everyone had filed out of the lecture hall, leaving only Y/N nervously shifting in her seat as she finally raised her eyes to meet his. Sighing sadly, he pulled himself up from his desk and made his way over to her. The few short steps felt like a marathon as the reality that this was it washed over him. He wasn’t ready to let her go.

“I’m sorry I spoke to you like that. It was out of line.” His voice was a whisper as he finally sat down in the seat that Jun-Ho usually occupied. Her arms crossed and he could tell she was making an effort to hide the bruise that had been sucked into her neck. She was timid, not the bubbly self she normally was. “And it was wrong of me to insinuate that about you and Jun-Ho. It’s none of my business…”

He trailed off, his eyes eventually finding their own way down onto the large bruise she was weakly attempting to hide. It fixated him, and even in this moment, all he could think of was sucking and biting bigger and better marks into her neck. Clenching his jaw, he made eye contact with her once more. Her voice was quiet and low, finally mustering up the courage to speak. “It was a mistake… but you were right about Jun-Ho. You didn’t even have to say it… you just knew.”

He forced a small smile, his heart sinking at the admission. He knew. He always knew. But something about it being out in the open hit him right in the guts. Clearing his throat, he chose his next words very carefully. “The way he looks at you is-“

“The way you look at me, sir?” She cut him off, finally finding her voice. Colour drained from his face.

She knew. She fucking knew. My life is over.

Sang-Woo was speechless, his eyes scanning her face for any signs of anger or disgust. He knew he was in trouble now. He knew she could ruin him. Trying to deny it would be pointless. After all, he’d been staring at her blankly for far too long to dispute it now. Slowly reaching over, she brushed her fingers against his, resting on the smaller desk. A jolt of electricity shot from his finger tip all the way down to his cock and he jumped, snapping out of his stressed daydreaming state. His eyes landed on their hands just barely touching. She looked at him with both curiosity and hesitancy, concerned how he’d react.

Taking a deep breath, his fingers barely moved as he brushed back against her fingers before summoning the courage to gently place his hand on top of hers. She didn’t jolt or pull away like he’d secretly expected, not sure if what he was experiencing was a dream or not. Her fingers slowly closed around his hand and he revelled in the touch he’d been craving for the better part of 3 years.

“You’re a good guy, Sang-Woo. I’ve seen the way you look at me and I’ve seen the way you look at Jun-Ho. You don’t have to be jealous anymore…” standing up, she swung one leg over his thighs and wrapped her arms around his tense shoulders, sitting in his lap, face to face with him. His heart began to race as her scent engulfed him. His hips bucked upwards instinctively and his arms snaked their way around her waist so gently that he barely touched her, fingers brushing her skin. One hand gently rested against his cheek, and he leaned into her hand. His eyes remained transfixed with hers until she slowly dipped her head lower and lower, her breath fanning against his neck, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“You don’t need to worry… I’m not your student anymore.”

She punctuated her whisper with a small, gentle nip at his ear and that was it. Sang-Woo’s hand pushed her chin up so that she was face to face with him and, finally, he smashed his lips against hers. A small surprised moan escaped her lips, and he drank it down. His arms held her tightly, pulling her as close as he humanly could. His hands pawed at the skin covered by material, running the perimeter of her back before untucking her blouse from her skirt to let his hands travel up her back, dancing across the warm skin. It sent shivers down her spine, his short nails gently scraping down her body.

His fingers traced the clasp of her black bra, snapping it against her skin and eliciting a delicious moan from her, making her squirm in his lap and gently pushing against the bulge in his black dress pants. He groaned into her mouth at the friction, biting at her bottom lip and pulling it before trailing gentle but urgent kisses down her neck. He pressed several kisses to the broken capillaries forming the bruise on her soft skin. His mouth moved ever so slowly across the front of her neck, down to the collarbone exposed by her shirt, before drawing the line back up the other side of her neck. Her small moans and mewls only spurred him on more.

In one strong motion, he stood from the chair he was seated in and wrapped her legs around his waist, holding her tightly as he lifted her into the air. He reconnected their lips and her hands tangled into his hair at the back, holding herself up against him. Sang-Woo laid her down on the empty row of desks, his large frame hovering over her small body as their lips danced and melted together. The perfume that once overwhelmed him now intoxicated him as he finally gave in to every desire he’d had for her since they first met.

His fingers nimbly popped each button undone before pushing her blouse back and admiring the beauty before him. His fingers then set to work on her skirt, finding the zipper before pulling it all the way down, the skirt falling open and leaving her in just her black bra and panties. His mouth began to water again as he pressed kisses from her collarbone, down the valley of her breasts, tenderly running kisses down the warm flesh of her stomach until he was sitting on his knees at the end of the table, staring up at the woman he’d obsessed over for years. He couldn’t believe it was actually happening. He couldn’t believe she actually wanted him the same way he wanted her. But sure enough, there she was; spread out against the desks, waiting for him to do whatever he pleased with her.

His fingers hooked into her panties and pulled them down, leaving him face to face with her pussy. He wasted no time, diving tongue first as if she was the most delicious meal to a man who’s ravenous. His strong hands pushed her thighs apart further as his tongue flicked and lapped at her clit, her back arching and perfect moans falling from her lips. Her fingers tangled into his hair, pushing him closer. He didn’t need to be told twice, his right hand moving off her thigh. His fingers crept their way up her body until they brushed her lips, asking to be taken in her mouth. She obliged, parting her lips and gently sucking at his fingers. He gently pulled the wet digits out of her mouth, using them to gently run up and down her folds before pushing one in and curling it upwards. Her body jolted, pulling a smirk onto his lips. He knew he was close. He slowly gently curled his finger, searching for the spot that he knew would send her flying, and when he found it, the cry she released was nothing short of heavenly to him.

He gently slipped the other finger in, massaging the spot he found while his tongue worked away at her clit. Her hands pulled and tugged on his hair enough to hurt, but he didn’t care. Her thighs tried to tense around his head but his other hand held her thigh in place as he continued his assault.

Sang-Woo felt her legs start to shake and he knew she was almost there for him. He added pressure to his fingers and quickened his pace and within seconds, a too-loud cry left her lips as she came crashing down around his fingers. He reacted quickly, withdrawing his fingers from her and slipping then between her lips as he covered her mouth with his hand. She whined at the loss but began to realise where it was they were actually doing this. They hadn’t stopped to think for one second. The University was still filled with people and at some point someone was going to have to use this lecture hall, but even with all that danger, the only thing Sang-Woo and Y/N could focus on was each other. There was no way in hell he was going to stop now, though.

She whined as he pulled away, dazed from the intensity of the orgasm he had allowed her to have. Sang-Woo, still fully dressed, quickly picked her up and carried her over to his desk; one more secluded from the line of sight of the door. One swoop of his arm cleared the surface off, and quickly undid her bra before he he laid her down one more time. His fingers made quick work of his shirt buttons, his shirt hanging open and exposing a toned chest and abdomen. Her finger reached over, gently tracing the lines of his gorgeous body as he speedily rid himself of his belt and pushed his dress pants and boxers down hastily, cock springing upwards.

She pulled herself up and slid off the desk onto her knees, but Sang-Woo was far too impatient at this point. He caught her, flipped her around so she was bent over his desk and pressed his body against her so she couldn’t move. “As much as I would love that, I’ve been waiting for this for way too long.” He growled into her ear from behind before lining himself up and pushing himself slowly inside.

She was so tight and wet that his legs almost gave way and he could have cum right there, but he bit his lip and powered through. His hips snapped back and forth, her hands bracing the wooden desk underneath her. He pushed her further onto the desk, pushing one leg up to rest on the table to hit a delicious new angle. Cries and moans left her lips involuntarily, and his hand took its place over her mouth again as his thrusts became more erratic the longer he held out.

Small pants left his lips as he felt the tension building up. His growls became groans the closer he got, and his hands dragged her body back into him in time with his thrusts. A few more thrusts had him filling her up with his cum without even being able to warn her.

He fell forward, both panting as he laid against her back. His head was spinning from how good it felt and he wasn’t ready to pull out just yet. He held her for a couple of minutes, slowly pulling out as his cock softened. Y/N was absolutely shattered. She knew her legs wouldn’t hold her; all she could do was lean against that desk and feel his cum slowly dripping down her thigh. Sang-Woo pressed gentle kisses to her shoulders as he redressed, buttoning his shirt back up after helping her with her clothes.

Gently helping her stand, he turned her around and pressed a passionate kiss to her lips. “I really don’t want this to be a one time thing. I’ve wanted you for so long - I don’t think I can let go now.” His words were a whisper, a smile forming on her exhausted lips as her arms wrap around his waist and her head rests against his shoulder.

A knock at the door startled the pair, jumping apart before another teacher entered the hall to begin his lecture. As they prepared to go their separate ways, she slipped a small piece of paper into his hand. She pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before she hastily departed; god forbid someone were to check the security cameras. Sang-Woo watched her walk away, a dopey smile on his face. Unfolding the little piece of paper she gave him, he found her phone number written neatly with a little heart on the end. He pondered, wondering if she may actually be the one for him. It didn’t matter though. Now they were just two people, free to be in love, and Sang-Woo simply couldn’t wait to start.

[unmra]

dating you as a bet — all of us are dead

woo-jin, the type of person who take these bets too seriously, he would give you a lot of gifts, compliments you and everything someone with a crush would do. after some times, realizing you like him, you wanted to confess to him, but ha-ri, his older sister, preceded you, telling you all about the bet woo-jin did with his friends. however, you just decided to talk with him and letting him know ha-ri told you about the bet.

gwi-nam, the one that had the idea, will broke up with you after two weeks, and laugh at you while telling you, founds very funny the fact that you feel sad, will probably manipulate you again if he’s too bored.

gyeong-su, cheong-san gave him the dare, he accepted, but he always thought you were more smart and pretty than him, so he just did it without thinking you would say yes. he will for sure fall in love with you, even though he wasn’t ready for that, you were just so perfect in his eyes.

su-hyeok, dated you for like three weeks, acting like a cute and caring boyfriend, but honestly, he really felt bad, after thinking a little bit, he would tell you everything with a long apology. of course you didn’t feel good, but he gived you some snacks with the apology, so, let’s say you forgive him.

[saebyeoked]

dating cho sangwoo headcanons

from anon : maybe general dating hcs for sangwoo? he's a piece of shit but he's so hot i- 💔💔

just have to say i agree he is so mf fine. a repost from my old blog i'm sorry if you're seeing this again lol

i’m just gonna say this right off the bat, sangwoo definitely isn’t a bad boyfriend

the way he was in the games don’t really reflect onto his ability to be a good boyfriend to me— if he truly cares about you he’d do anything for you

he isn’t perfect but he cares about you and he tries his best to let you know

he’s not a huge fan of pda but will let you hold his hand if you want to, he’s much more flexible with physical touch in private

his love languages are quality time and acts of service

he isn’t the best with physical affection (he has no idea where to put his hands at any given moment) so instead he’ll spend most of his free time with you

if you’re sitting in silence or talking it doesn’t matter to him because he’s with you. he’ll listen to you talk if that’s what you want

he was almost a tsundere at the beginning of your relationship, stoic and a little harsh at times, but as your relationship got more serious he began opening up to you more and telling you verbally how he truly felt

as for acts of service, he would definitely buy gifts for you. it doesn’t matter if he’s in debt, any spare money he has, he’ll spend it on you. it’s usually something small but for special occasions like your birthday and anniversary, sangwoo will buy something grander for you

when talking about sleeping in the same bed as him it'll look something like this

he isn’t good at physical contact in ANY sense but if you actually put in the effort to try and cuddle him, he’ll let you rest your head on his chest and he’ll rub comforting circles into your back to help you fall asleep

he knows he makes you feel safer whenever you’re in bed together so he gives in and lets you clutch onto him whenever you want

but if you don’t for some reason it’ll look like the picture above

he won’t ever admit it but he does like to cuddle with you. he’s not good at initiating it but he definitely will enjoy it when you do

sangwoo is definitely not a clingy person but if you are he wouldn’t really mind you being around him all the time. he’ll do his work with you in the same room if you want to be with him, he wouldn’t complain

your company is actually pretty calming to him and it soothes his brain, helping to put him at ease

if this were set in a world where the squid game happens and he won, he’d become a lot clinger. he would be almost afraid to let you go anywhere without him because he worried you’d be taken away from him too just like everyone else was

but luckily this is not in a world where the game happens, so all is happy here

sangwoo really does love you, he just finds expressing it with words and physical actions hard. but you know he loves you, so it doesn’t matter to you

eventually the two of you would move in together and he’d become more welcoming of your physical touches. occasionally— the two of you would bathe and shower together. nothing sexual in any way, but instead you’d just bask in the presence of each other. you’d wash each others hair and he’d finally let himself relax, holding onto you as if he were afraid to let go

you really love those tender moments you have with sangwoo, the ones where his usually tensed muscles relax and he lets himself go. the point where you realize he’s comfortable with you is one of your happiest moments

he will be so polite when it comes time to meet your parents. if you aren’t korean, he’ll familiarize himself with your culture before going to meet them. he’ll hold open doors and pull out chairs for them and will always be the gentlemen whenever he talks to him

he’d be afraid that your parents wouldn’t approve of him and you’d end up breaking up with him, even if they didn’t like him— which would never happen in any reality— their opinion wouldn’t change your love for him and hearing that reassured him

your parents would love him and so would your friends

he’s mostly likely taller than you, and just to tease, he’d put things on higher shelves for you to ask him for help. he loves seeing you pout and whine about not being able to do something for yourself so he does it pretty frequently

he will 100% love you more than anything in the world. if he introduces you to gihun (they’d run into each other somehow) expect him to tell you everything about sangwoo while they were growing up together. you and gihun would become fast friends and love to talk about him and embarrass him, even though it’s out of love

if the two of you ever fight expect him to feel guilty about it for the rest of eternity. the both of you most likely always resolve problems long before they ever turn into fights, but sometimes one or both of you have a tough day and take it out on each other

he’d always apologize and make sure you know that he loves you. sangwoo would let you do anything with him to prove that, even if it was dragging him into a public place and kissing him for the entire world to see

speaking of pda, as your relationship continues he’d become more comfortable with it. at first he’d only prefer hand holding but as time goes on he’ll find himself kissing your forehead and pecking your lips, and it actually shocks him

you turn him into a better person. you make him want to change his life and start working to pay off his debt and you always let him know you’ll help him, every step of the way

sometimes he feels a bit nervous that you’ll leave him because he’s in debt, but it’s the opposite of that. money never mattered to you. sangwoo loved hearing you say that you fell in love with him because of how he treats you but he still gets anxiety about it sometimes and you need to reassure him

he turns his life around because of you. he puts in more effort and starts speaking to his mom and his friends more because of you.

he finally feels like he can love because of you!!!

overall, sangwoo is actually a pretty good boyfriend. he’d care so much about you and put in a lot of effort to make sure you know that

[kodzukii]

🗯 THE WIND KNOWS ME (BUT I WANNA KNOW YOU BETTER) ft. kise ryouta.

SUMMARY !   in which kise ryouta hears the wind — but not when it comes to you.

PAIRING !   kise ryouta x gn!reader

GENRES ! fluff, romance

WARNINGS !  none!

TAGLIST ! @n0vad (send an ask to be added <33)

WORD COUNT !   670+

NOTE !  i’m a little amazed i actually wrote smth ngl 🤧🤧 anyways hi knb fandom this is my debut <33 ik y’all are dead rn but hopefully this gets a few people to rise from their graves a lil bit 💗 also if the tense is a bit weird ik sorry abt that i rarely write in present tense <//3

kise ryouta hears the wind.

the ceaseless chatter and shuffling of his classmates continues around him. “hey, wanna be my partner?” floats around the room, receiving varied yes or no responses. kise sincerely hopes he may be able to dodge the question just a little bit longer. his gaze stays trained onto the half opened glass barrier next to his seat, giving him a view of the vast, azure sky outside. he sighs discontentedly, mechanical pencil spinning between his fingers. his weary pout deepens the more his fist indents his cheek. 

through his peripheral vision, kise sees a figure walk toward him. he inwardly groans, realising that the dreaded question is now floating towards him. what a shame. he may have jinxed himself this time. with the softest of sighs, he turns toward the figure and – oh crap, not her again. he plasters a smile onto his lips before his displeasure can show. 

“oh, kise-kun! i couldn’t help but notice you don’t have a partner yet! you look so all alone.”

her voice is so grating that kise can almost taste how disgustingly saccharine it was. her bright, glossy lips form into a pout as she says this, and kise muses that the overly cakey makeup on her skin does nothing to hide the rotten personality (and zits) underneath.

“ah… i spaced out while everyone was picking their partners. so it seems i’m the odd one out,” he says with a laugh, voice like honey.

“well, well. i seem to be all alone as well.” 

kise nearly gags at the seductive tone her voice had now taken. her lips seem more red now than ever as she leans in a bit, allowing kise to catch a whiff of her vanilla (artificial– and cheap, he notes) perfume. 

“oh, is that so?”

the wind becomes louder.

“soooo, we’re perfect – i mean, it’s perfect! silly me.”

he wishes the wind would drown out her laughs – it was like a broken violin grating against his eardrums.

“i suppose. but beauty is in the eye of the beholder, after all.”

and this beholder sees nothing beautiful in front of him.

“you’re right! always so insightful, kise-kun!”

kise thinks his laughs are starting to become out of tune, too.

“heh, of cour--”

“kise-kun? you dropped this in p.e.”

the wind suddenly begins to quieten.

“hey, we were–!”

“(l/n)cchi! i was wondering where that went. thank you so much for returning it.”

to him, the way you glowed was akin to that of an angel. this beholder was proven wrong today. and though he’s never believed in abstract concepts such as fate, today he finds himself thanking the lucky stars midorima seems to oh-so-adore.

“it’s alright. be more attentive of your things next time, okay?”

wow, he really wishes he could hear you lecture him more often. however, before he could do more than nod and say “okay”, you have already left, only a whisper of (and very much natural) scent left in your wake.

he watches you take your seat, scribbling notes in your workbook, likely something to do with the assignment. he thinks he hears the girl’s noisy calls for his name next to him, but his intent gaze stays trained onto your figure. the thoughtful hum that slips from your lips is music to his ears, and he can’t help but find your focused expression rather attractive. and… you’re alone? 

the wind is silent.

the chair scrapes from beneath him as he rises to his full height. with the girl forgotten behind him, he walks toward your desk in confident strides. he sees you look up when you sense his presence, and he sends you a smile as he closes the distance between you two. you smile back! wow, your smile is gorgeous. gemini must be on top of oha asa’s list today (maybe midorima is onto something with his belief in fate, kise thinks).

“hi again, kise-kun. do you need something?”

“yes, actually.”

kise ryouta hears the wind.

but never when it comes to you.

[iznsfw]

The Starry Night - Mobile Library

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IZ*ONE

Parallel Universe (fluff)

IZ Days of Christmas: Home for Christmas (fluff)

Eunbi

Oneiric Theater: The Oneiric Thief

Oneiric Theater: Film Shooting

Isles of the Blest

Midnight Moans

Fair Share

Competition

Technique

No Rest for The Wicked

Ask Drabble: Breed ft. BLΛƆKPIИK's Jisoo, Red Velvet's Joy

It Lives In The Woods

K-Pop Girl Gets Absolute Fucked By Big Black Cock: WATCH HERE!, Three Backstage Passes, Jeju Bang ft. TWICE's Momo & Jihyo

Mission Accomplished

Remedy

Birthday Blues

The Debonair's Game (x Hyewon! xLE SSERAFIM's Sakura!) (F/F) (collab with brokennightmares01)

IZ Days of Christmas & Dulce Periculum: [KWON-0927] “P-please be gentle!” Busty School Tutor Whimpers Cutely As You Go Down On Her Curvy Figure After A Rough Revising And Has Her Sensitive Nipples Played With! Never Gonna Fail An Exam Again!

i'm looking right at the other half of me (fluff, angst)

Dulce Periculum: In Absentia Lucis, Tenebrae Vincunt ft. Girls Generation's Taeyeon

Dulce Periculum: Predator & Prey ft. Red Velvet's Irene

Waterbombed

Home

Sakura

See LE SSERAFIM

Hyewon

Halloween Chainmail

First Aid

아름다운색

Don't Run With Scissors (x Noze) (F/F)

Do Not Disturb

The Debonair's Game (x Eunbi, ft. LE SSERAFIM's Sakura!) (F/F) (collab with brokennightmares01)

IZ Days of Christmas: Mon Chef-D'oeuvre

Negotiation

Yena

Neko Ni Naritai

Duplicate ft. Yuri

Empty Stomach

Bias Wrecker ft. Yuri, LE SSERAFIM's Chaewon

Vacay Getaway

IZ Days of Christmas: The Last Day

Chaeyeon

Private Video

this is how an angel cums.mov

IZ Days of Christmas: Spectacles

Chaewon

See LE SSERAFIM

Minju

Express Moon (F/F) (x LE SSERAFIM's Chaewon)

Sex Education

Stress Relief

Long Ride Home

Academic Break

Water Under The Bridge

The Night Settles In

#BreedMinju

No Upper Hand (fluff)

IZ Days of Christmas: just how much are you willing to give for a dream that big?

Hitomi

Slumber Party Games: 18+ Edition ft. Nako

Nako

Slumber Party Games: 18+ Edition ft. Hitomi

Yuri

Red Dress

Duplicate ft. Yena

Bias Wrecker ft. Yena, LE SSERAFIM's Chaewon

Clever Getaways

Kinktober 2022: Circumstance

Ruinable (collab with kaedespicelatte)

Yujin

See IVE

Wonyoung

See IVE

æspa

Karina

Consequences

Winter

Backstage

WINTER-010101—"Before Class, I Bang My Naughty Girlfriend Against Her School Locker Until She Makes It Snow With Her Squirt! How Will I Explain This To My Teacher?!"

Billlie

Tsuki

Kinktober 2022: GingaMingaYo: ウサギ Mania

BLΛƆKPIИK

Jisoo

Ask Drabble: Anal, Breeding, Facefuck ft. IZ*ONE's Eunbi and Red Velvet's Joy

Jennie

Sleepless

Rosé

The Flower Never Withers

Girls Generation/SNSD

Taeyeon

Feels Like Heaven, Feels Like Hell

Dulce Periculum: In Absentia Lucis, Tenebrae Vincunt ft. IZ*ONE's Eunbi

Dulce Periculum: Setup

IOI

Somi

Senior Year Isn't the Only Thing That's Hard ft. Momoland's Nancy

IU

Apologies to the Moon

IVE

Gaeul

First Place

섬 참고 / First Act

Yujin

The Devil's Telephone

Wonyoung

IZ Days of Christmas: Even Princesses Cry Sometimes (fluff)

The Rabbit

Kep1er

Yujin

Kinktober 2022: Fuck First, Study Second

Xiaoting

This Too Shall Pass (fluff)

Risque

Adult Happy Meal

Day-Off

Chaehyun

Post-Debut Stress

LE SSERAFIM

Sakura

Deal with The Devil

Sugar Overload

Oneiric Theater: ヤバい: An Eye for an Eye

Kinktober 2022: Nightbloom

IZ Days of Christmas: Sweet Talking

The Debonair's Game (x IZ*ONE's Eunbi and Hyewon!) (F/F) (collab with brokennightmares01)

Chaewon

Crybaby

Express Moon (x Minju) (F/F)

Edge of Heaven

viridity

Skirted Terror ft. LOONA's Gowon

Kinktober 2022: tonight doesn't count, (i promise)

IZ Days of Christmas: Fancam

Kazuha

Like a Feather From a Swan's Broken Wing

LOOΠΔ/ARTMS/Loossemble

Heejin

One Hop Ahead of You ft. woo!ah!'s Nana

Gowon

Skirted Terror ft. LE SSERAFIM's Chaewon

Olivia Hye/Son Hyeju

Drunken

Yeojin

Poolside Snack

Momoland

Nancy

Senior Year Isn't the Only Thing That's Hard ft. Jeon Somi

Red Velvet

Irene

Dulce Periculum: Predator & Prey ft. IZ*ONE's Eunbi

Joy

Ask Drabble: Facefuck, Breeding, Anal - Joy, BLΛƆKPIИK's Jisoo & IZ*ONE's Eunbi

TWICE

Nayeon

Up and Down

Momo

K-Pop Girl Gets Absolutely Fucked By Big Black Cock: WATCH HERE!, Three Backstage Passes, Jeju Bang ft. Jihyo, & IZ*ONE's Eunbi

Jihyo

K-Pop Girl Gets Absolutely Fucked By Big Black Cock: WATCH HERE!, Three Backstage Passes, Jeju Bang ft. Momo, IZ*ONE's Eunbi

Kinktober 2022: Twice-in-A-Lifetime Opportunity

Tzuyu

above the law, (under you)

woo!ah!

Nana

One Hop Ahead Of You ft. ARTMS' Heejin

WJSN/Cosmic Girls

Seola

Field Trip

Series

Oneiric Theater (discontinued)

You came to this place expecting a good film. What you did not expect was your own life and dreams on it being played in front of you, and an arrogant but pretty directress who quickly becomes your (im)mortal enemy.

Kinktober 2022

Weekly releases for Kinktober 2022!

IZ Days of Christmas

In the spirit of giving, a fic is released in the first 12 days of December for each IZ*ONE member.

Dulce Periculum

When you finally make a move on Kwon Eunbi, the pretty valedictorian, a butterfly effect of sex, love, and scandal with the rest of your teachers and classmates takes place, and you can't find your way out.

IZ Days of Christmas 2023

[zaffrin]

Super short little Wooho fic I wrote with my coffee this morning that I thought I’d share ☕️ T rated fluff 🐳

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Yawning, Junho stirs his coffee in the Hanbada break room, mentally running over his list of tasks for today in his head.

There’s a group of women chattering just outside of the room round the corner, and their conversation is a low buzz in the background he isn’t really paying attention to, until suddenly he hears her name.

“Woo Young Woo? You’re serious?”

“For a few months now apparently. Haven’t you seen them leaving together?”

“I never really noticed - but why is he with her?”

Junho sets down his coffee spoon, hands balling into fists as he listens to the conversation.

“It’s weird, right? He could have anyone in this office if he wanted.”

“He could have me,” one of the women says lowly and they all giggle.

“It can’t be a normal relationship, right? He must be more like her carer than a boyfriend…”

“Maybe he just feels bad for her. He’s such a nice guy.”

“That’s true, he is. Ugh - and so handsome too, it’s not fair,” comes a sigh, and then a murmur of agreement.

Junho is gritting his teeth, trying to decide the best way to march right over there and set them all straight, when another voice sounds out a polite greeting to the women, and there’s a couple of gasps and stammers of reciprocation, and he turns to see Youngwoo rounding the corner into the break room.

Her face lights up when she sees him, and she bobs her head.

“Lee Junho ssi, did you know that a blue whale weighs as much as twenty four elephants?” She asks as she crosses the room to the fridge. She doesn’t seem to have heard any of the women’s conversation outside the room, and he’s glad. He musters up a smile for her.

“Aigo, twenty four? That’s heavy.”

“Yes,” she nods, closing the fridge with a water bottle. “Although nobody’s ever actually weighed a blue whale, but we can calculate their weight going by their size.” She crosses over to him and holds out the water bottle, and he smiles and takes it from her, opening the top before handing it back.

“Thank you,” she says and takes a sip. “It was very handy that you were here, otherwise I would have had to go to your desk so you could open it for me.”

He chuckles fondly, when he hears a titter of hushed voices again round the corner, and strains his ears to tune in to the whispers, just hearing ‘told you -‘, ‘more like a carer…’, ‘can’t actually be a real relationship…’

He can see them peeking round the corner out of the corner of his eye, and Youngwoo isn’t paying attention, chattering on about the correct formula to calculate the weight of a whale, but irritation and some other feeling he can’t identify rise inside of him, and determined to prove those nosy, ableist women wrong, he takes her water from her hands and sets it down on the side.

“Come here,” he tells her, motioning with his chin.

Halted mid-sentence, she glances at the water and then back up at him. “Huh?”

“Come here,” he repeats, dropping his voice a little, and when she steps hesitantly closer to him, Junho carefully takes hold of her face in his hands and leans down to kiss her deeply.

She makes a sound of surprise against his mouth as he coaxes her lips apart, and then she melts into him, small hands fluttering up to rest on his shoulders, body swaying into him until he can feel all of her tiny form pressed up against him.

He groans when they break apart, resting his forehead against her own.

“God, love, the things you do to me…” he murmurs loudly enough for their audience to hear.

“Junho ssi!” Youngwoo gasps, cheeks flushing delightfully. “We’re at work!”

He huffs softly, lowering his voice for only her to hear the next part; “Tell that to him.” A subtle nod downwards helps her catch his meaning and she looks briefly surprised - before she surprises him by leaning down suddenly, bringing her face right down level with his crotch.

“We’re at work,” she says quite firmly.

“Jagiya,” Junho can’t help but laugh, rubbing a hand over his face as he tugs her up with the other.

“Hm?”

“I didn’t -“ he shakes his head. “Nothing, he chuckles, planting a kiss on her forehead before stepping back and retrieving her water for her. “I adore you,” he tells her earnestly as he hands her the bottle.

Her face lights up in the most brilliant smile, and his heart swells even more.

“Come on, I’ll walk you back to your office. What was that you were telling me about the blue whales?”

They leave the break room side by side as she happily launches back into her explanation, and Junho walks her from the room with a hand on the small of her back.

“Ah - sorry,” he apologies when they nearly bump into the group of women just round the corner. “Good morning,” he bows his head politely at them, keeping that hand on Youngwoo’s back as he guides her past them.

There’s dead silence behind them as they walk away, and Junho smiles smugly.

[theanimekid]

Snippet for part 2 of Sir... we have a problem!

" You think... that you can oversee our daughters for a full day without difficulties?" You arched your eyebrow in amusement as your husband held one of your 5-month-old daughters in his arm. Gently jumping her as she was studying her father's hair, yanking the strand as she babbled while the other one was playing with one of his shadow soldiers' infirmary group. The other twin, laughed and giggled as the shadow mage tickled her tiny belly. Your hubby nodded.

" Yea, and as their father, I'm willing to take the entire day spending with my precious little cuties." Your husband spoke with a fair and appealing voice as he brought his kid up to his face and rubbed it against hers while he gave you puppy dog eyes.

You sighed since your husband has always been busy with dungeon raids, and he did as though he hasn't been spending time with his own children, so your husband thought it would be okay for you to take a day off while he watched the twins.

"Okay, let's make a deal: If you can follow this list for the whole day, I'll let you watch them for next week and give you a special treat for your job well done." You emphasized the 'special treat' part. As you walked up to your husband, placing your head on his chest and hiking your leg on his hips.

He gives a teasing 'oh' "And what happens if I don't?" Giving you a signature smirk.

" No cuddles for two weeks." You teasingly commented. Knowing he will have no choice but to win this deal.