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[𝟏𝟐:𝟎𝟏𝐀𝐌] — yang jungwon x gn!reader

0.2k words, fluff, let's pretend it's your birthday!! :D

Yang Jungwon was usually good at sleeping through the night, especially when he had you tucked into his embrace. But his eyes fluttered open, a soft groan falling from his lips, as he saw the rusted night sky outside the bedroom window. 

Careful to not bother you—who slept so soundly on his chest—he reached for his phone on the nightstand. With a quick double tap, the time 00:01 flashed in his light-sensitive eyes. 

Relief befell him at the sight of the time; plenty of time left to snooze. 

A small smile graced his face as he tightened his hold around you, ready to settle in for a hearty eight or so more hours. He could feel himself start to relax and match his heartbeat with yours… slower and slower… until—

The thought popped into his head like the flicking of a light switch. 

"Honey," he crooned to you softly. 

You stirred. "Mm?" Your hand gripped onto the fabric of his T-shirt, and Jungwon cooed at how cute you were. Perhaps he had just disturbed your peace, but it was all for good reason. 

He pressed his lips to the crown of your head. "It's your birthday. Happy birthday, my love."

The words hadn't quite sunken into your half-sleep conscience, but you murmured a "thank you" to him anyway. 

He chuckled, biting a smile back. Then he gently cupped his hand over the back of your head and closed his eyes. When he awoke later, he would happily say it to you again.

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[𝟔:𝟒𝟓𝐏𝐌] — nonidol!choi beomgyu x gn!reader

0.2k words, fluff-ish, beomgyu is cheesy lmao but still cute

a/n: no but the fact that the specific pick-up line i used prob won't make sense in context unless you know this is for my birthday event TT

"Hey! Yn, wait up!"

Your footsteps slowed slightly to allow Choi Beomgyu to fall into step beside you. A light mist of rain had fallen just as your class was dismissed for the evening, leaving the streets damp and glistening against the reflection of amber streetlights. "Hey, what's up, Gyu?"

Beomgyu slung an arm around your shoulders, his rain jacket crinkling against yours. "It must be your birthday or something."

You furrowed your brows in confusion, titling your head over to look at him. "Are you okay? My birthday's not—"

"Ah, then it must be mine," he cut in. You noticed the mischievous gleam in his eyes and you waited for the punchline. He leaned down slightly, close enough that you could feel his warm breath fan over your nose. "'Cause you're a gift."

You groaned loud, head thrown back and everything. Beomgyu's giggles of pure delight echoed against the buildings and empty street. You made a face at him, then playfully shoved his chest. "You're so bad, oh my god!"

Beomgyu's face was alight with his laughter, and he grinned at you with such happiness in his eyes that you couldn't be mad at him. You just couldn't. "You're so cute, Yn," he said offhandedly as he drew you back toward him with his arm. 

You ignored the pounding in your chest. "Glad to hear my irritation with you brings you joy."

"You bring me much more joy than you'll ever know." And when you glanced at him, he was already looking back at you with those beautiful stars in his eyes, and you couldn't doubt him, not for a second. 

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[4:17 pm]

(cw: suggestive/steamy scene, I said fuck at the end)

“Well someone’s dressed up today, special occasion?” Ten asked when he answered the door.

You avoided his gaze, “I had a presentation earlier and didn’t have time to go home and change.”

“What, no greeting? Someone hotter to see?” Ten teased with a smirk.

“What no cleaning the frat house before guests arrive? Is he upstairs?

When you heard yes, you were up the stairs so fast Ten had no time for any more conversation. You had priorities and they sure weren’t sitting around and chatting with Ten who constantly tried to trick you into spilling something about you and FratBoy!Yangyang.

This visit was meant to be a study session for a project you and Yangyang had been assigned in a shared class. A project that you had shared with mutual friends was meant to take the rest of the semester and required biweekly updates to be turned in. In reality the project took only a month and your “study sessions” were nothing more than a ruse to trick everyone beyond the walls of the room.

Today’s study session was like all the others in the past two weeks, a flurry of limbs and sloppy kisses. As soon as you came in the room, you were pressed against the back of the door greeted with a soft pair of lips on your own as greeting. “Waited all day for you, baby.” You heard Yangyang.

“Missed you too,” You managed to breathe out before, you were guided from the door to the bed. Well, what you had assumed would be a smooth transition was anything but. Yangyang seemed to forget the layout of his own room, bumping you into anything that could possibly be bumped into. 

“Ow Yang! There’s a desk there!” You whined, barely heard of the clatter of junk that fell to the floor. 

“Sorry, sorry, this way. Try not to make too much noise.”

“It wasn’t my fault- ow, my head! Yang!” There went a shelf along with another loud clatter of books and picture frames to the floor. 

“Gotta be quiet, don’t want anyone to come in, do we?” Yangyang breathed against your lips. Then finally your back came in contact with the plushness of the bed.

His kisses began trailing from your mouth and to your neck. He focused hot, open-mouthed kisses right behind your ear, the spot he knew that drove you crazy.

You could hardly hold in the heavy pants and soft whimpers leaving you and then his hands began sneaking under your shirt. His hands gripped at your hips helping you turn so you were now straddling him ready to continue when suddenly, there was a knock.

“Just ignore it,” Yangyang mumbled, mouth trailing kisses further down your throat as your shirt rose. It was hard to think of really anything when his mouth felt this good on you.

You gripped the back of his neck, gave a gentle tug to the hair at the nape of his neck to guide his mouth right back to yours when you heard the doorknob. Looking over quickly you saw the knob turning and you jumped off Yangyang, reaching for a book in your bag, just barely opening it when the door opened to reveal both Ten and Kun.

“We heard a lot of commotion up here, everything good?” Kun asked.

You hummed a yes, keeping your eyes on the book so as to avoid their critical gazes.

“What are you guys doing up here?” Ten asked. It was hard to ignore the teasing lilt in his voice.

“Reading, we’re studying. All good? ‘Kay, bye.” Yangyang replied getting up to close the door and lock it this time right in their faces.

On one side of the door you hid your face in your hands, letting out an embarrassed groan while saying you could never show your face in the frat again. While on the other, Kun and Ten looked at each other with matching looks of suspicion.

“The book was upside down and Yang had his shirt halfway off,” Kun noted.

Ten chuckled, “Oh yeah, they’re totally fucking.”

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A/N: I’m sorry I can’t write steamy scenes but it was a fun one to write, enjoy!

[tayunji]

casualty

BREAKING NEWS: man found dead in his vacation home, where he whisked friends and family away on a two-week trip. Police suspect the culprit is amongst one of the people in the home.

ALTERNATIVELY: After the mysterious murder of Lee Taeyong in his vacation home, you - a dedicated detective - are called onto the case to investigate and bring the culprit to justice. Task gone complicated once you realize that the responsible person could have only been someone already inside. Which complicates things not only for the family and your team, but also for your heart.

members; nct x you (ft. red velvet & blackpink)

genre/warnings; crime, murder mystery, thriller, detective fiction, graphic descriptions of murder/death/violence, implied smut, mature audiences only

word count; 8.4k

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part 1/5 of the slaughterhouse series. feedback is appreciated!

Cases were always more unbearable to stomach when involving somebody you knew.

Lee Taeyong, chimed the voice in your head. It would have been a stretch to say that you knew each other very well; the relationship between you was practically nonexistent. In spite of the lack of relationship, each of your encounters with Taeyong were very courteous. 

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𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

nonidol!kim hongjoong x fem!reader

you and joong made a promise to each other. now the world wants to test that.

genre. strangers 2 lovers, fluff, angst, scene by scene

warnings. fast paced! (cuz it time-skips after the first part, but slows a little afterward), dorks™, angst, panicking (like actual anxiety attacks, happens twice), stress, fluff tho, swear words (as usual), emotional asf, bliss to pain, but comfort too, plot but not really, barely proofread

inspired by. lany’s (what i wish just one person would say to me)

word count. 12.1k

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a/n: i love kim hongjoong, that is all. (also, this was gonna be a WHOLE lot sadder, so uh yw)

— part one: our hearts were set aflame

It had taken you about five seconds of crossing the threshold of the store entrance to realize that you were way in over your head. People buzzed about the floor of the clothing shop, paper bags with other store logos hanging from their arms and clashing against racks, shelves and rows upon more shelves and rows of clothing in colors that you could only imagine created a mass labyrinth. And there you were, standing at the glass doors gaping like a fish, a complete idiot.

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I WILLL ✊✊✊

YASSSSSSS RIP THAT TAG OTHER JENO SIMP BESTIE

😭😭 @eiislove Lord almighty

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𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁?

wolf shifter!jeno x human!reader x vampire!jaemin

▷ 0.8k words, twilight au, literally just the scene from twilight: eclipse where jacob is shirtless

▷ previous oneshots (not required to read and can be read out of order): stay away from him, i know what you are, i will always tell you the truth

▷ warnings (two words): shirtless. jeno.

a/n: lmao. (i had this in drafts, don't @ me cries 🤡) this is purely for self indulgence 😁🙏🏼

Na Jaemin didn't like what he was driving into. Actually, if he could drive into the alpha wolf, a lot of his problems would disappear. Or at least, lessen considerably. You sat in the passenger seat of his car, your scent overwhelming his senses and keeping the monster inside him at bay, and yet, also threatening to unleash him on you. Funny how that worked. 

As he pulled up along the curb of the abandoned roadway, miles of forest spanning the space around you like castle walls, he felt himself grow more and more wary. He didn’t want to let you go back to him. He had half the mind to speed off and ditch the mutt on the side of the road. 

The only thing truly irking him, he decided as he parked the car and climbed out with you, was the fact that Lee Jeno was without a shirt. As in, pants-only, toned muscles on display, shirt nowhere in the vicinity. Just standing there, head cocked, watching.

You and Jaemin fell into step beside each other, Jeno watching you both approach as he leaned back against his red pick-up. Your hand brushed against Jaemin’s, and it was so close—he could just move an inch or two to grab hold of your hand and feel your fingers locked in his. But he didn’t. 

“Doesn’t he own a shirt?” He muttered under his breath, loud enough so you could hear. He was well aware that Jeno could hear, too, but he couldn’t give two shits about what the wolf thought. Especially when you were giving him those adorable breathy laughs and making his dead heart palpitate in his chest. 

“What? Are you getting insecure, Na?” You joked.

Jaemin’s smile came easily. “No, I just value humbleness.”

That made you laugh a little louder, and Jaemin could fist bump the sky. 

You were nervous to meet with Jeno again, but you had promised both of them to “give it a shot”, meaning, let both of them try to convince you that either was better. It was strange, this semi-solution, but it was the only peaceful resolution you had in mind. 

Once you had arrived in front of Jeno, the wolf smiled the same soft puppy-dog smile you remembered from before you had found out he was really a wolf. It was a welcomed sight for you, a threat to Jaemin. “Hi, Yn-ie.” 

“Hi, Jen,” you said, stepping forward into his open arms to accept his welcome back hug. 

Jaemin observed the interaction, the way Jeno’s nose buried itself in your hair, how his thick arms wrapped themselves comfortably around your figure. And he was shirtless. Jaemin could hear your heartbeat from here. 

When you two had finally pulled apart, Jeno laughed, sheepishly cupping the back of his neck. Your eyes… lingered. “Sorry, just came back from a run. Didn’t have time to change.” The muscles in his arms bulged just a little more, flexed right in front of your eyes. 

Jaemin rolled his eyes. Son of a bitch knew exactly what he was doing. “Didn’t sweat much, huh? What, was your run a walk?”

Jeno’s eyes narrowed at him. “It was a cool morning.”

Jaemin’s smile was tight. “Sure. Whatever you say,” he drawled in that tone that called out Jeno’s bullshit even without outright saying it. 

You sensed the tension pulling taut. “Ooookay, that’s enough,” you cut in firmly, effectively shutting them both up. “Can you two be civil for like, five seconds? Enough that we can all walk away unscathed this time? Please?”

The two males exchanged looks in what could be interpreted as a truce of sorts. Jaemin nodded. “Only because you asked so nicely, sweets.”

Jaemin found the tiniest bit of satisfaction in seeing Jeno’s jaw clench at the nickname. The mutt just could never learn to hide his emotions well. Well enough to hide it from Jaemin, at least. 

“Ready to go, babe?” Jeno addressed you, eyes flickering to Jaemin, before turning a crescent-eyes look to you. The nickname was given the slightest amount of enunciation, a parry at Jaemin.

You were not oblivious to all of the side glances happening. You were this close to calling them out on it, but you were also so close to getting out of this uncomfortable situation. Immature, both of them. 

“Yeah,” you answered pleasantly, letting him open the passenger side door for you. 

Jeno rounded the back of his car, and he and Jaemin made one last clash of eye contact, the kind that threatened harm to the other if any harm came to you. Then the unpleasantness was gone as soon as it had appeared. Jeno opened his driver’s side door. “Mom’s so excited that you’re coming over—”

Jaemin caught your wave to him in the side mirror as Jeno pulled away. He smiled at you, lifting a hand in goodbye. He realized that… no, he hadn’t said goodbye to you. And perhaps that was a good thing, because he wasn’t about to give you up that easily. 

read the previous twilight au oneshots: "stay away from him" / "i know what you are" / "i will always tell you the truth"

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FUCK OFF I STILL HAVEN’T GOTTEN THIS OUT OF MY HEAD

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

"Prove it." His eyes hardened into steel. "If we're better as friends, then prove it. Kiss me."

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hiiii can i please request park jisung(or haechan!! whoever you think fits the most!) angst with 12 + 18. i love love LOVE how you write angst!!!!

love your work <3

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park jisung x reader

0.3k words, ANGST (as anonie ordered 😃), mentions of cheating

a/n: ty for ur request anon!! this is def a little sad :')

Park Jisung despised the feeling of guilt churning in his gut, the unmistakable swish of “Tell her, tell her now” floating around in his mind. But he was lying beside you and gazing at you in the darkness of your shared bedroom, your breathing light and even, expression at peace and undisturbed. He had come back home in the dead of night when you were just drifting off into unconsciousness. Part of him was glad that you weren’t awake to notice the wrinkles in his dress shirt, the mess of his hair, or the red smudges against the skin of his neck. 

But there would always be part of him that wished you had seen, that you had taken note. 

I don’t deserve you, he thought to himself, brushing a strand of hair from your face. I don’t deserve any of this. All the comfort, all of your kind words and beautiful smiles. 

You always boasted how much you loved him and how great of a partner he was. You treated him like an equal, but you also gave him so much love that he never knew how to reciprocate it in the same capacity. 

God, he loved you. But why did you have to love him? He wasn’t the Prince Charming you thought he was. 

All the lies over the past month were slowly crescendoing inside his chest until he felt he couldn’t hold back the crest of emotion spilling from his mouth. He didn’t mean to wake you up. He didn’t mean to start sobbing, to have you cradle him in your arms. 

He was suffocating on all the lies. 

“Sungie, what’s wrong, hm?” You hummed. Any other day, it would have soothed any of Jisung’s aches, but this time, it seemed to cleave him in two. 

He gripped onto your sleep shirt. He didn’t want to lose you. He didn’t think he’d be the one to hurt you, to break your heart. But here he was, confessing his sins to you and watching the color drain from your face. And yet, despite it all, the love in your eyes did not fade once, because in the end, you would always still love him, even if he didn’t love you back enough.

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Congrats for reaching 300 followers!! You deserve it!!! 🥳💚💚💚

And I have request as I saw you opened your requests slots,

Can you do 38 31 25 with Jeno? Kind of like enemies-to-lovers?

𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂?

▷ lee jeno x reader

▷ 1.1k words, angst (sorry), enemies lol w a past 😎, one curse word

a/n: ty for sending in a request, ari!! might have gotten carried away, but teehee (will roll out next round of requests starting next monday!)

Sometimes you wondered why you were friends with them. You were seriously contemplating it at this very moment as you stood in the middle of your abandoned campsite, fire pit still smoking and tents abandoned. The cars were gone, and so were all of your friends. They had left you a note on your sleeping bag that said something along the lines of "be back in a few hours, went to get more food :D". 

They must have known you would be annoyed, because they had Taro write it. You recognized the charming scrawl on a paper napkin written in black sharpie. 

You huffed, beginning to clean up around the place. You might as well take advantage of having this area to yourself for the morning while the crazy kids were out. 

Your eyes drifted over to the tent on the other side of the site from yours in particular. And, they took him with them—

Except, they hadn't. Because the zipper to the tent was suddenly coming undone. From the flap emerged the broad, toned figure of your worst nightmare, Lee Jeno. His black hair was an effortless mess atop his head as he raked a hand through them. There was a pair of thin wire spectacles on his nose, and he was reading from a napkin with what you assumed was a message similar to the one you had received. 

Before you could stop yourself, you were groaning. "Oh my god, I'm stuck here with you?"

Jeno's head flicked upward at your voice, subtle surprise morphing into glaring irritation. "Well, it's not like I chose to be left behind with you."

And that was the end of yours and Jeno's conversation. You slipped back into your tent to grab a few essentials while Jeno disappeared down the path into the woods, and out of your sight. Good riddance. 

However, it was about an hour later and Jeno still had yet to return to camp. You didn't want to admit it, but there was this foreign turning feeling in your gut that felt a lot like worry. Thoughts on where he had gone and if he had gotten lost on his way back popped into your mind like viruses that you, unfortunately, failed to erase. 

After all, he wouldn't be this worried about you, would he?

Half an hour later, you gave into your instinct and went off in the direction he had disappeared to. You yourself were pretty good at directions, but still marked your way back by drawing big Xs in the dirt, or stacking rocks on top of logs. If you found this man alive, you might have to k-word him for being so stupid as to get lost in the woods. 

How difficult could it be, you thought, to just have common sense? He hadn't even told you where he'd gone; not even a goodbye! You hadn't even gotten the chance to tell him about that night—

"Fuck." The low curse pierced the air like a machete through greenery, and your head whipped around your immediate surroundings. 

You spotted Jeno's dark head of hair at your two o'clock, head bowed as he hunched over something. His leg was propped up on a fallen log and he was inspecting it. You rushed over to him, trudging over sticks and leaves and rocks. "Lee Jeno!"

Jeno's head perked up, and for a moment, he appeared like the samoyed dog breed everyone said he resembled. "Yn? How'd you—"

"Christ, Jeno! I thought I lost you!" For a split second, you wondered if that had come out weird, but you tried to forget it and focus on the fact that you were mad at him. "What the hell did you do to yourself this time?"

He peered at you in confusion, but as soon as you said the latter, he was mildly scowling. "Nothing. I just… sprained my ankle."

You approached him, hands gently inspecting the swollen part of his ankle. "How'd you sprain it?" You asked, testing the bruised portion with a soft touch. 

"Uhm," he cupped the back of his neck and you swore his cheeks grew red, "I was dancing."

You arched a brow at him, but said nothing about it. 

"And I also got lost."

"You're an idiot."

He rolled his eyes, hands thrown up in the air in exasperation. "As you've said a billion times before. Can we go back to camp now?"

You didn't know why you felt bad. 

But soon enough, you were throwing his arm over your shoulders and lugging him back onto the path to help him back toward your campsite. The slow trek back was tense and silent, and you were trying not to be distracted by the hard planes of his body pressed up against yours, and the soft grunts close to your ear as he limped next to you. 

Once upon a time, you and Jeno had not been so animus toward each other. 

You supposed Jeno was lucky that you were trained in first aid and always brought necessary materials and kits with you when you went on trips. He had played soccer in high school, so he knew how to dress a sprained ankle, but for some reason, here you were, sitting beside him in your tent with his ankle in your lap while you dressed it. 

He suddenly cleared his throat, and a pang of nervousness pierced through your spine. "Yn."

"Hm."

"Can we talk?" You were quiet, and he took that as permission to continue. "You know that one night? That one night at Johnny hyung's?"

Ah, right. The fateful night you couldn't get out of your head. The one where the both of you had been drunk out of your minds, drunk on this thing between you two. You thought you had been the only one to remember, but did he…? "Um, yeah. What about it?"

"Well, I remember kissing you." He glanced over at you, while you couldn't bring yourself to meet his eyes. "Why do I remember kissing you?"

Sometimes you liked to think it had all been a fever dream, a figment of your imagination that had been born from the ember that existed inside you for him. But maybe that wasn't the case. You knew what you had done that night. And you knew exactly what he had done the day after. 

"Because you did," you said plainly. 

"Yn—"

"I don't want to talk about it anymore."

Jeno swallowed. "Don't be a coward. Come on; can we just—"

You removed his foot from your lap, but gently. "No. Get out." You couldn't bear to reiterate those words he had said to you; the words you hadn't expected when he had confessed his love for you the night before. Because out of everyone else in the world, why did it have to be him to steal your heart away with no promises of giving back the broken pieces?

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5. "i'm gonna need you to stay close to me" + mark + fluff (please!! 🥰)

Congrats on 300!! I loved your smau and I can’t wait to read more of your work! <3

[𝟖:𝟏𝟐𝐏𝐌] — mark lee x gn!reader

0.2k words, fluff hehe

a/n: ty for sending in a request!! (no longer dropping request fics every other day lol might be every day? hopefully?)

A cold gust of wind breezed past as you and Mark Lee strolled along the wharf. The night sky was a shade of dark obsidian at this time, bedazzled with glittering jewels that accompanied the bright half moon. Other couples and young families were scattered about the pier area, as well. Though the night was cold, it was most certainly alive. 

"Wooh, it's a little chilly out, isn't it?" Mark laughed, rubbing his arms up and down with his hands to generate heat. 

Your hands shot to the woolen scarf around your neck. "Do you want your scarf back? It's okay—"

"No, no!" He shook his head vigorously. The tips of his nose and ears had turned a bright red, and you couldn't tell if it was from the cold nipping at them or something else. He smiled sheepishly. "Well, we could share it instead."

The two of you found a bench to sit on that overlooked the soft, drifting waves of black below. Lights from the city reflected against the shadowy surface—like black stained glass. It suddenly occurred to you how beautiful the view was, and how grateful you were to enjoy it with the man beside you. 

Mark gently reached for the scarf, spreading the fabric out so it was wider like a blanket. "I'm gonna need you to stay close to me," he murmured sweetly, wrapping one end of the scarf around himself. "Body heat, y'know?"

"Mhm, sure," you teased.

Yours and Mark's bodies pressed together beneath the wool. You tucked your head into the crook of his neck, a perfect puzzle piece. "Warm now?"

He nodded, humming in content. "Yeah. Perfectly." 

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𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃/𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 → OPEN!

DISCLAIMER!** this is an event for reaching the 300 follower milestone! i do not take requests usually, unfortunately, so as soon as all slots are filled, requests will close again!

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✶ i do NOT write smut; i DO write suggestive scenes like this jeno fic tho

✶ i'll write anything that i've written before, ie. kissing/making out, violence, descriptions of wounds, and the like!

✶ i do not write member x member; reader will default to either female/gender neutral

✶ please send a prompt (or multiple 😁)/a scenario/au + the desired idol(s) + whether you'd like angst/fluff/crack/etc

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prompt ideas!

(for if you can't think of anything)

1. "touch her and you're dead."

2. "it doesn't matter what i want"

3. "baby, we are the law"

4. "do you trust me?"

5. "i'm gonna need you to stay close to me"

6. "for once, i'm not the bad guy here"

7. "many have tried to date me, and have failed"

8. "do i get bonus points if i act like i care?"

9. "excuse me, i have to go make a scene"

10. "how the fuck did you survive that?"

11. "you know, you're pretty comfy"

12. "i don't deserve you. i don't deserve any of this"

13. "is it that hard to ask for help"

14. "say that again"

15. "take another step, and i can't be held responsible for me actions"

16. "go buy a personality"

17. "everyone here can kill you, but i can do it the most efficiently"

18. "i never thought i'd be the one to hurt you"

19. "all that blood looks good on you. really brings out your eyes"

20. "i can save you"

21. "not everything's a joke"

22. "i am fully convinced you never graduated kindergarten"

23. "just leave; you've done enough."

24. "are you... trying to seduce me?"

25. "christ, ____, i thought i lost you"

26. "don't you just hate journalists?"

27. "watch your six"

28. "always being burned, aren't you?"

29. "over my dead body."

30. "is this seat taken?"

31. "i remember kissing you. why do i remember kissing you?"

32. "you sure know how to make me feel like shit"

33. "you can't protect everyone"

34. "you say that, but when will you start to mean it?"

35. "you can try, but (insert noun/pronoun)'s mine"

36. "this is war."

37. "are you... bribing me?"

38. "oh my god, i'm stuck in here—with you?!"

39. "i am the backbone of this household"

40. "this really scrambles my eggs"

41. "i think that went well"

42. "shut up, i'm not gonna kill you. yet"

43. "act natural"

44. "can't you be stupid somewhere else?

45. "they know we've been dating for years right?"

46. "sing me to sleep?"

47. "just go to sleep"

48. "people who hug live longer, y'know"

49. "that's cute"

50. "i've been wanting to kick your ass all week"

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[tayunji]

hi!! i was wondering if maybe can i request a drabble with jeno having a crush on you and being shy and a blushing mess

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi anon, thanks for your request! I thought this would be a good chance to bring hockey player!Jeno back, since many people seemed to like my other stories with him.

PAIRING: Lee Jeno x Reader GENRE: fluff, hockey!AU, university!AU. WARNINGS: swearing. WORD COUNT: 1.7k

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Jeno Lee was always out of your league.

Or at least that's what he thought until you showed up to one of his hockey matches, wearing the university's colours and his number drawn with a marker on your cheek. A dark green scarf around your neck to keep the chill of the arena at bay, a hoodie with the school's logo on it, a pair of neon-green plastic glasses with no lenses. You stand with your friends – he doesn't know their names, but he's seen you with them enough times around campus. They each have a number written on their cheeks and from where he stands with his team, he can faintly make out both Jaemin's and Mark's numbers. Theirs aren't the ones he's focused on though. Instead, he only has eyes for the black '23' scribbled on the side of your face.

When you make eye contact with him, it takes all he has to not drop his hockey stick then and there like an idiot.

"Hey, Lee! Head in the game, come on!"

The sound of his name being called jerks his focus back to the present. He apologizes, ducking his head in embarrassment as Donghyuck's glove pats the top of his helmet with a solid thunk. It's the last period of the match and the score is already 2-2 with four minutes left. If they play their cards right and score at least one more goal, they're set for the finals. If not... well, he prefers to avoid thinking about that.

"Alright, boys," Coach Moon says. "We play just like we practiced. Clean passes, think before you move, don't try anything we haven't talked about. No matter what happens today, you're the best team I've had the pleasure of coaching, remember that."

"Dude, relax," Jaemin nudges him, sensing his restlessness as everyone places their hands in the middle. "Don't overthink it."

Trying to calm his racing heart, he risks a glance over his shoulder – you wave at him with a smile, which only makes matters worse as he panics.

"Fuck, she's watching me," he tells his teammate.

Jaemin laughs. "You really do have it bad for her."

"She's just..." Jeno trails off. You're what? There's too many words running through head to describe how he sees you. Beautiful. Intelligent. Kindhearted. Compassionate. A good listener. Someone who isn't afraid to lead. The reason he can't sleep at night because his head is filled with thoughts of you. He could go on and on and on until he's filling books with his rambling. Reaching the word count for essays? Forget it. Talking about you? A piece of cake.

With a final team cheer, he follows the rest of his teammates back onto the ice. Deep breaths, he thinks as he takes his position. Deep fucking breaths, Jeno. The whistle blows, the puck is dropped and the timer begins once more as chaos breaks out.

He's not too sure how it all happened – one second, he's looking to Mark for the pass. The next, he's got at least five guys hugging him from all sides. The crowd is going crazy, the sounds of chanting and shouting filling his ears as he looks up at the scoreboard.

3-2 with a minute and eighteen seconds left.

Jeno immediately searches for you, feeling his grin widen at the sight of your figure bouncing up and down in excitement. It's enough to fill him with even more adrenaline than what's already pumping through his body, giving him the energy to keep playing for the next five hours if needed. He can't let the team down, so he forces himself to refocus as one final pat on the back pushes him into position. The whistle blows and it starts all over again.

When he manages to intercept an enemy pass, he feels like time slows down. Suddenly, he can see everything and everyone around him. His skates propel him forward, shifting the weight from edge to edge as he nears the goal. Can he do it? Can he get one more in before the buzzer?

Fifteen seconds... ten seconds... seven... six... five...

He shoots.

Four... three...

"Go Jeno!" he hears you shout. How your voice manages to stand out amongst the hundreds of people in the stands, he doesn't know. Maybe he's just imagining it.

Two... one...

The puck sails into the net just as the buzzer sounds, launching the entire arena into an explosion of noise. He doesn't know what to do with himself as he pumps his fist into the air. Scream? Cry? Dance? Before he gets the chance to think about it, he's being pushed to the ground as the rest of team piles on top of him.

"Fucking legend!" Donghyuck shouts in his ear, barely audible over the rest of the cheering. "We're going to the finals, holy shit!"

Finals... it's really happening. The one match he's never managed to get to. Knocked out in the playoffs during first year. Injuries during second year that benched him early in the season. A cancelled hockey season over a pandemic in third year. This was his final chance.

"What the hell, man?" Mark jokes as he helps Jeno stand up, patting him on the shoulder. "Where was this all season, huh? It's like you got possessed by a pro or something."

"I honestly don’t know what happened," he confesses. "It just felt like I woke up and started seeing everything."

"Fucking hell you woke up. I've never seen you play like that in my life."

Jeno wants to say that it was all thanks to you, but Mark is already gone by the time he makes up his mind. Instead, he follows the rest of his team towards the center of the rink to congratulate the others on a good match. His heart is still pounding loudly in his chest as he shakes hands and he can feel the sweat dripping, making his bangs stick to his forehead. He probably smells disgusting right now, but he doesn't care.

"Coach says to meet in the changeroom," Jaemin informs him, taking his helmet off once both teams go their separate ways.

Jeno almost agrees before a sudden idea pops into his head. Quickly, he looks over his shoulder to find you still standing with your friends, clapping and smiling as you celebrate the victory.

"You go on without me," he tells Jaemin. "There's something I need to do."

Jaemin follows his gaze to you and smirks knowingly, but Jeno doesn't see that as he's too busy shoving his own helmet into his teammate's hands and skating away. He has to be crazy, approaching you in public after harbouring his crush on you in silence for years, but the devil on his shoulder is telling him that it's now or never. With one victory down, maybe he can score a second and call it a day.

When you notice him approaching, he waves and beckons for you to come down. You whisper something to your friend before moving towards the stairs, running down them quickly. He leans against the boards, tapping his fingers against them anxiously.

You can do it, come on.

"Hey!" you say, coming to stand in front of him. "Congrats on the win! You did really good out there."

"Thanks," he replies bashfully, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm his heart. God, you're even cuter up close. "I wasn't sure we were going to make it."

"Of course you were," you laugh, giving him a light punch in the arm. "You're the best player out there."

The compliment flusters him. "I, uh, didn't know you were watching me that closely."

"Well, it's a little hard to miss to the guy who scored two goals in four minutes, you know."

"Is that why you have my number written on your cheek?" he dares to ask.

"What, this?" you say, touching your face. "Oh, yeah, we decided to write the numbers of our favourite players. The only thing we didn’t have were the jerseys."

Holy shit, holy fucking shit, he curses mentally. He's your favourite player? Man, he must've done something really good in a past life to get this lucky.

Okay, here goes nothing.

"Are, um, you free this weekend?"

Your eyes widen. "Me? I think so, I'd have to check. Why?"

"I was wondering if you'd be interested in going on a date," he continues. "If you're not busy, of course. I don't want to pressure you into anything if you don't want to, you know? Just if you..."

His words trail off as you giggle, placing your hand against his arm. Wait, why are you laughing? Did he say something wrong?

"What's so funny?" he asks, already feeling his confidence starting to fade.

You flash him a smile. "Nothing, you're just really cute when you're nervous."

Jeno's only response is a quiet "oh" as he exhales a sigh of relief. Clearly, he's bad at hiding his emotions, but that doesn't seem to bother you too much.

"Here," you say, pulling out your phone from your hoodie pocket. "Give me your number and I'll text you about this weekend."

He blinks. "Wait, you actually want to go on a date with me?"

"I'd love to," you reply. "I was actually going to ask if you wanted to hang out sometime, but you beat me to it."

Pride fills his chest as he inputs his number into your phone, adding an emoji of a hockey stick to the end of his name before passing it back to you. For a brief moment, your fingers brush against his and goosebumps trill down his arms.

"Lee! Changerooms, now!"

"Be right there!" he shouts over his shoulder before turning back to you. "Sorry, the guys need me. Text me later, okay?"

You nod, watching as he skates away while he celebrates internally. Coach Moon gives him a look when he nears the edge of the ice.

"You alright, buddy?" he asks.

Jeno grins. "Better than good. I feel great."

The older man simply chuckles, patting him on the back.

Jeno Lee always thought he was out of your league, but maybe things are different now.

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[tayunji]

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐫

▶ choi yeonjun x reader

▶ the year is 5020. as the humans of earth battle the superhumans of titan, a human girl and superboy search for oasis

▶ 1.8k words, sci-fi au, like one swear word, bad soobin, implied character death, angst, fluff

The only thing you knew was space. The Final Frontier. The empty, black field of infinite curiosity and possibilities. You sat in the large window space at the back of your Lunar Lander 5000, back pressed against the curved frame and knees curled to your chest, reading a book. You swiped the holographic page to the left as your eyes scanned the page and soaked up every word there, detailing how the prince professed his love to the main character.   

You were shaken from your thoughts when footsteps thumped across the deck towards you. You glanced up to be met with the glittering dark eyes of your own prince. Choi Yeonjun gave you a soft smile as he neared. As you took in the muscled young man who you had fallen head over space-boots-clad heels with, you wondered how you had managed to get him to follow you to the ends of the universe. You were supposed to be enemies, after all... And truthfully, you were only human compared to his likes. 

Yeonjun raked a hand through his cropped hair dyed as dark as the world beyond the window. He yawned, settling on the floor under you, leaning his head back to rest against your thigh. "We'll reach Planet PS205 in a few hours."

Thanks to long nights of research, you remembered everything you had ever seen or learned about Planet PS205. It was nicknamed "The Oasis Planet" because of the pacifists inhabiting its surface, as well as its crystalline oceans and tropical environments. The two of you had decided on the Oasis planet in order to escape your Earth and Titan comrades, because it seemed like the perfect place to escape your pasts and create a brand new future together.

You powered your Holo-Nook off with a tap of your finger and ran your hand through his hair lazily. "I could have navigated, too, you know. You were over there for a really long time." 

Titans needed less sleep, food, and water than humans did, and you were fully aware of that. You simply worried about him. He always seemed to want to play knight in shining armor when it concerned you.

"Mm," he hummed, his eyes drifting closed, "I can't think while you're doing that, star girl."

You smiled from the feeling of butterflies in your stomach. "That's the point, dummy. I'm trying to get you to let me do the work next time."

"Not a—"

The Lunar Lander lurched and almost launched you across the ship if Yeonjun's head hadn't been holding you down. Yeonjun was on his feet in less than a blink, his body shielding you. You peered out the window next to you, but you could see nothing but an expanse of diamonds and obsidian. 

Another impact rocked the ship and Yeonjun's expression morphed into one of mild concern. He turned to you and leaned down to press a kiss to your mouth. "Stay here, 'kay? You have your pistol?"

You patted the gun at your side made of lightweight vibranium and moonstone—the only combination of metal that could withstand the pressure and strength of the microscopic star that powered it. Yeonjun nodded and hurried down the stairs to the lower deck; you were left alone. 

Suddenly, the ship you called home for five years seemed less familiar. Every sound made you start and you strained to hear if Yeonjun had found something. You unhooked the pistol from your belt and held it out in front of you at the pilot's deck illuminated with bulbs of concentrated sunlight. 

You stood from the window sill and stepped toward the stairs. "Jjun?" You called out. 

Nothing. 

You descended the stairs down to the lower deck step by step. The motion detector lights blinked on as you stepped on each plate of steel. The lower deck was a maze of congested corridors with an abundance of places to hide, but you weren't trying to go in blind. 

You know this place, you scolded herself. You know it like the back of your hand. 

A shiver spider-crawled down your spine as you took tentative steps deeper into the ship. "Yeonjun?" You called out once again. You neared a corner and slammed head-first into a hard chest. 

It was Yeonjun. He took one look at you, paled, then peered behind him over his shoulder. He suddenly scooped you up into his arms as if you weighed nothing at all and took off back the way you had come. 

"Jjun! What the hell is going—"

"They're here," he breathed and shot up the stairs three-by-three. He set you down on the pilot's deck and bolted for the ship's controls. "Lunar Lander," he commanded, "put the ship on lockdown."

"Yeonjun, who's here?" You asked, watching the stairs disappear under a panel of steel. You rushed to the side panel on the wall next to you and swiped through the x-ray scanning of the ship's innards. "No one else is on the ship."

Yeonjun turned to you, but something behind you made his eyes go wide as saucers. You whirled around, only to find that the once empty window now framed both of your perfect nightmares: a whole fleet of Titan fighter jets, three ships deep, surrounding your puny Lunar Lander. Their crisp, white shells and glossy finish gleamed with the vibrant lights of the surrounding galaxies.

Your heart leapt into your throat. The Titans found you.

"High Prince Choi Yeonjun—stand down," ordered a solo jet at the front of the fleet, "or the girl will die." The voice boomed throughout the pilot deck and reverberated through your bones. You recognized that voice. You once trusted that voice—found comfort in it. 

A hand intertwined with yours and you glanced up to find the High Prince standing beside you again. He threw his shoulders back and tilted his head up, regale spilling off him in waves. He was the spitting image of his father in such a pose. 

You knew what he was going to do. And… just this once… you wanted to be selfish. "Jjunie—"

"I have to go, star girl," he murmured, his voice barely audible. He connected gazes with you and he lifted his hand up to your face to caress your cheek with his thumb. "They'll kill you if I don't."

"They're going to hurt you." Your voice broke and you swore you saw something gleam in his dark eyes. "Yeonjun, we can fight this. We have my galaxy jumper. We'll find a new planet, a new—"

His thumb stopped on your cheek then gently swiped away a tear. "Then what? They'll just find us again and again."

He stepped away from you, putting an ample amount of distance between you and him.

Your lips parted, and you couldn't tell if the rate at which your heart sped up was from fear, shock, or both. "Yeonjun. You're just going to give up?"

"Can you break up faster?" Drawled the pilot in the front solo jet. In the pilot's cockpit sat second prince Choi Soobin. He yawned. "Stars, this is like watching one of those stupid Earthan soap operas."

"Oh, shut up, you backstabbing son of a—"

The jet fired a single beam of silver light and the Lunar Lander lurched once more as if it was an earthquake on Earth. "There's more where that came from, lovebirds. Clock's ticking, hyung."

Yeonjun bared his teeth at the window and his hand hovered over the pistol strapped to his belt. He took it out and twirled it in his palm, the way he did to fidget. Your heart rocketed and you thought for a split second he would turn up the power to max and blast the window…

Instead, he slowly turned the barrel to aim at you. Your heart stopped.

Tension pulled at his muscles and he looked about ready to cry. Titans didn't cry. "Yn, you won't stop me from leaving. You're not going to come after me. You're going to go on with your two hundred more years of life on whatever planet you so choose. I love you, star girl, but you need to forget me."

And then your eyes caught the subtle movement of his thumb grazing the settings on the pistol. Your eyes widened. "YEONJUN PLEASE—"

You started to duck, but Yeonjun was quicker. He fired a brilliant, blinding beam of light at you and you stumbled backwards. You rolled onto the ground, eyes closed and breaths evening out. When you awoke, you wouldn't remember him. You wouldn't remember anything about him at all, so you wouldn't interfere with whatever plans Yeonjun's father had for him. 

Soobin chuckled and Yeonjun glared with the force of a supernova. "Man, I didn't think you had the guts, hyung."

The door on the other side of the deck slid open and in marched a pair of soldiers clad in titanium and meteorite armor, masked by visors of moonstone. They both boasted impressive rifles, a more advanced version of the pistol in Yeonjun's hands. 

They seized the High Prince by his arms and he let them. His gun was confiscated, but he stared at your unconscious form curled up in the corner. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. 

Yeonjun felt the weight of vibranium cuffs locking around his wrists. With a click, his doom was sealed. 

"Great, now what?" He fired back at the Titan fleet. 

"Oh," sang the second prince, "just one more thing."

From the same doorway emerged one more soldier, but this one didn't have a gun in their hands. The truth dawned on Yeonjun even before the soldier reached your body. 

"No!" He thrashed in his captors' arms who only strengthened the power of his cuffs. Yeonjun hissed as pain seared through his arms and he buckled to his knees. "Fuck you!" He spat at the soldier picking you up like nothing more than a rag doll. 

"Fuck you, too, traitor!" Yeonjun roared at the window. "She trusted you like a brother!"

Soobin tutted and Yeonjun could finally catch a gleam of his own brother's mocking face in the front windshield of the jet. Soobin grinned like a wolf. "Duty calls, hyung. You should have learned that by now." 

He turned his attention to the soldier now standing on the outer deck of the ship. "Wanna watch? I should have brought popcorn."

The soldiers holding Yeonjun hauled him over to the massive window. You still laid limp in the soldier's arms, your skin crawling with crystals of ice now. 

"Let her go, you son of a bitch! I'm doing what you want." Yeonjun was sweating from the searing heat of his restraints, but all he could see was you. As a human, you wouldn't survive for much longer out there without proper protection.

"If you say so." 

As if Yeonjun's words were the magic word, the soldier released your body into space.

One could hear the High Prince’s cries of anguish in the next galaxy over.

a/n: why is evil soobin kinda hot. smth is wrong w me.

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𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘿𝙄𝙎𝙀 — thirty two

xxxii. check yes, juliet — 0.6k words

huang renjun x fem!reader

You weren't surprised to have gotten that tweet from Renjun, not when you had already looked out your window and seen someone standing on the street right below it tossing pebbles up at it. There had been a distinct flutter in your chest when you realized it was him, and you were suddenly torn about why he was here. Maybe he was throwing rocks because he was annoyed with the letter...

Oh god, what if sending and writing the letter had been a mistake?

You mustered up your courage and defenses for rejection and stuck your head up so that Renjun could see you. He was definitely there all right, bundled in a puffy white jacket and standing in the cold. But he held something in his hands, and you simply had to open the window.

“What in the name of all things—”

“I got your letter,” he said, cutting you off. “And I have some things I'd like to say, too.”

You waited patiently and with bated breath for him to say it. It you couldn't deny the presence of the massive poster he held in his hands, with the words “Come to the winter exhibit with me?” glaring up at you. There were two check boxes underneath, one for yes and one for no.

“For starters,” he began, “I’m sorry for what I didn't let you say. It was stupid of me to start a war and never give you a chance to defend yourself. I'm sorry, Yn.

“Secondly, who gave you the right to be the absolute cutest human being on the face of this planet?” He smiled up at you then, the sight nearly making you melt. “It's not stupid to confess that you like me in a letter; I had a feeling, anyway. But that's only because I really like you, too.

“But third,” he paused for a moment, shifting the poster and holding it up above his head, “is something I should have done a long time ago. Yn, go to the winter exhibit with me?”

You nearly had to hold down the urge to just jump out of the window, but you mentally calculated how fast you could get down there to him. “Give me like five minutes.”

And then you ran like hell.

On your way out, you grabbed a random marker off your desk. You didn't even have the patience to wait for the elevator as you exploded into the stairwell and bolted down the stairs.

When you made your way out of the lobby, Renjun was still standing out on the sidewalk as he had been five minutes ago, head tilted back up toward your window, anxiety pricking at his defenses. His head whipped over to you as soon as he heard the door open.

"I'm going to run at you, Huang Renjun, and you better catch me," you warned, gaining speed.

Renjun grinned, tossing the poster to the ground. "You're fucking crazy," he chuckled and held his arms out for you.

An absolute mess of laughter, you launched yourself into his arms and he swung you around, holding you tight and holding you close.

"Yn, I missed you. I'm sorry," he murmured. His hand held the back of your hand, smoothed over your hair.

"I missed you, too. I hated fighting with you."

Renjun set you on the ground and you whipped out your marker to bend down and make the biggest, proudest check mark in the YES box of the poster.

As soon as you were done, he enclosed his hand around your wrist and twirled you back toward him. "Gonna kiss you now. That okay?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

a/n: to those of u begging (ahem @tayunji) there u go, there's ur kiss

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