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00127am · 3 months

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@ barkingatthemoon best friend! liu yangyang x gn! reader, about sickeningly sweet love confessions, friends to lovers, kissing, lower-case intended word count 2k

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"wanna date?"

it's a question poised in the lull of your favorite song, asked within half of a beat before it's drowned out by the rhythmic thrum of the lyrics and consumed by the canary-esque tone of the vocalist. a tone which has nothing on you, voice sweet and even, every word framed with the melodic waver in your pitch. and when you propose this question, head dangling off the edge of your mattress, that ever-so-pretty voice of yours is nothing but nonchalant. as if you had just asked the time.

from your upside down world, there's a tingling feeling which races from the stretch of your abdomen to your nostrils, forcing you to blink fast and swallow hard. your nose twitches, scrunching and relaxing in a poor attempt to relieve itself of the buzzing sensation. but it doesn't seem to make any semblance of a difference. instead, it begins to throb in the top of your temple, pressing down against the walls of your cranium as if they might very well break down. you're not quite sure if it's the silence from your best friend or your position that's making it hard to swallow, but you don't think that the cause exactly matters at the end all be all.

you watch him with doe eyes, lashes fluttering against your cheeks only to be stuck in the arch of your brows as you blink back at him. you can feel your face getting hot, a blush burning at your cheeks and searing the tips of your ears. this reaction, without a doubt, is from him. not being upside down. not the silence. just yangyang, puffy lips parted and eyes wide.

he blinks obliviously at you, tongue hesitating at the back of his teeth, and you begin to wonder if he had ever heard you in the first place. so you open your mouth to say it again, lips just barely pursed in into the beginnings of a consonant before he's waving you off. "i heard you the first time,"

unlike the songbird singer of your favorite song and unlike you, yangyang's voice is caught in between something strained (tone low and rough as if it has been dragged upon gravel) and hesitant (yet you're not quite sure if you could describe it as that, not with the way that each ending syllable seemed to rush after one another). in all iterations of his voice, this is one that you like least of all. it tells of an oncoming rejection, the thought process of finding just the right words to let you down.

"ah," you're less casual this time, words stuck in the back of your throat, "is that a no?"

"what?"

"i'm asking if you're rejecting me," you clarify, finally unable to take the rush to your head as you sit upright, "my confession,"

he leans forward and if you weren't so preoccupied with picking yourself up, perhaps you would have been flustered by the lack of distance (though you guess that personal space has never been a forte of yangyangs). he raises a finger in the air, gesturing in circles as if to rewind to your previous words. "that was a confession?"

"what else would it be?" the sudden surge of movement forces you to clench your eyes shut, pressure mounting up behind them as if it might spill out with tears. it takes a couple moments of blinking before your vision returns to normal, accompanied by a faint ringing in your ears. "anyway, i thought you knew,"

yangyang sputters for words, blonde hair falling onto his face in a manner that really doesn't help you keep your composure. he shoots you an incredulous look, eyebrows arched and jaw nearly touching the floor. he brings a hand to his chest, tapping as he speaks, as if he couldn't believe that he's the crush in mention. "knew that you're into me?"

"yes," your tone is bordering the line between a twinge of embarrassment and the foundation of irritation that's bubbling at the back of your throat, "i've been making it pretty obvious,"

"not obvious enough," he grumbles, spoken under his breath as he brings a hand to scratch at the bridge of his nose--looking everywhere but your eyes, narrowed in on him with something more akin to a glare than a glance.

you huff, rolling your eyes as you lean onto your arms, flicking him on the forehead with a force much to harsh to be anything lesser than aggravation. "next time i'll make sure to get on one knee to propose so it's obvious enough for you,"

he swats your hand away, pouting as he nurses his forehead. his discomfort evokes a laugh on your part, lips twitching upwards from their previous position held in the beginnings of a sneer. you can never stay annoyed at him, not when he looks like that. an expression that screams pathetic in every way but overt words as he looks up at you. his bottom lip is caught in his teeth and his next words are spoken within a silver of a breathe--desperate and urgent.

"yes, i do. so, so badly"

it's a statement spoken in the middle of one of your songs, tone so gentle that it was almost drowned out by the steady beat of the instrumental. so quiet, that you're tempted to ask him to repeat it--partially to make sure that you really did hear him correctly but mostly because you just want to hear him say it one more time. there's no question about what he's responding too, voice completely consumed by a honey, lovesick lilt. one that you find far superior to any intonation used by your songbird singer or any emphasis that falls from your own throat. an inflection that you will revisit, over and over and over again until any and all accuracy of the memory is lost.

"ok,"

"ok?"

"ok," you repeat, lips quirking into a teasing smile (one he knows all too well, one that sticks to his skin and haunts him with every waking moment--god, he can't get you out of his mind), "what? you disappointed or something?"

he's quick to clarify, rebutting with a dirty look, "no. i just...i don't know. not very romantic was it?"

"ouch," you wince back in faux pain, holding a hand to your heart with a dramatic drawl, "should i have bought flowers?"

"yes, sure, whatever," he acknowledges your quip only to ignore it, spitting out an agreement as quick as he can in order to get to his next phrase. so rushed that you're fifty percent positive that he didn't even hear what you said, "can i kiss you?"

his question makes you reel, feeling dizzy as the words are punctuated with a look from him that's a hair away from begging. and oh god, you feel like you're going to faint. maybe you're still feeling the aftereffects of your head rush. one look at him says otherwise.

"do you even have to ask?" your lips curve into a smile as you answer. a smile that makes his hands curl into tight fists, knuckles burning a bleach white. he's one hundred percent sure that if he doesn't kiss you right now, then he'll explode. though, it doesn't exactly matter in the grand scheme of things as he thinks that he'll reach the same end when he actually does.

and that's certainly what it feels like as yangyang leans forward, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips. one that he ends only to begin another, more assured and slightly less gentle, less featherlight. he sighs when he kisses you, as if he's been holding back that same sigh since he met you. one only to be relieved by a kiss he has always so desperately craved. he kisses you urgently, like he's making up for lost time. a pacing and utter adoration that makes your head spin, butterflies fluttering in your stomach only to emerge from your throat in the form of a quiet whine. a noise that has yangyang practically lunging on top of you, hands coming up to hold your face. slender fingers sliding up your cheekbones and resting before your ears, fingernails knotted in the edges of your hair. and then he's pulling away, smushing messy, lingering kisses all over your face.

his lips are everywhere, on the full of your cheeks and the space beneath the arch of your brow. the corner of your mouth and your chin, your forehead and eyelid. chest against chest, his heartbeat hammering so loudly that you wouldn't be surprised if it leapt straight out.

"maybe we should have skipped the confession part and went straight to this," your words are hummed against his face, eyes fluttering somewhere between open and shut as he lines kisses down the angle of your jaw. your arms coming to hang around his shoulders, "might have saved you from my unromantic confession,"

you can feel him grin against you and you know a teasing comment isn't too far behind. "i wish we did. that was the worst confession i've ever received,"

he makes his way back to your lips, pressing soft kisses to the corners before capturing your lips once more. this time, you lead, pulling him ever-so-slightly closer as you take his bottom lip in between your teeth. you nip playfully, soothing over your bite with a passive, lazy drag of your tongue. a feeling that evokes a groan from your counterpart, fingertips digging into the flesh of your face.

"should i take it back then?" it's muttered against his lips, each word spoken between kisses that have his knees buckling, "the worst confession you've ever received, that is,"

yangyang scoffs, words slurred and spoken in the middle of a kiss. "you can't take it back,"

you laugh, a pretty sound that has his ears ringing. one that starts in the back of your throat and ends up bubbling in his, before it's interrupted with a whiny whimper as you pull away. a reaction that nearly has all the blood in your body rushing to your head. you're not sure that sitting up could fix the sensations this time.

instead, you bring a finger to trace along the expanse of his neck. fingernail grazing against his adams apple (which bobs when he swallows, hard, at the feeling of your touch--an action accompanied a slight shiver and unsteady inhale). you continue your journey upwards until you're skimming the curve where his throat meets his chin. and there you hesitate, before flicking your finger harshly upwards. "can't i?"

despite the way in which his face is forced upwards by the motion of your hand, yangyang's eyes never leave yours. they're half-lidded, eyelids drooping down like he's drunk. lips are a vermillion red, puffy and swollen. a small line of spit stuck between the top and bottom and you can't be sure whether that's his or yours. all you do know is that if he keeps looking at you like that, you might just drop dead. they say looks can kill, after all.

"no," he replies, voice hoarse and eyes drawn in soft crescents "it's too late. we're dating, aren't we? you said ok,"

you huff out a whisper of a laugh, expression darting into a grin that you just can't hold back. one that practically threatens to split your face in two as you undertake a teasing lilt. "only because you looked so pathetic when you agreed,"

he wrinkles his nose at your words, toying with a lopsided smile that makes your heart flip. "if that's what it takes for you to date me then i'll look pathetic all you want,"

"i don't think you'll have to try any harder than usual in that endeavor," you remark, shutting your eyes as you lean back onto your palms, "in fact, i'd say that--"

but you're cut off with a kiss, then another, and another, and another. until you've all but forgotten about rescinding your confession, or what you were going to say about him. and the only thing you can think about is him. not that that is anything out of the norm.

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🗯️ i love yangyang so much guys TᴖT i don't even think this is written well because i wrote it so rushed, all in one sitting, because i just needed to get this out of my system. there's something so lovely to me about mundane, realistic confessions and banter that i can't help but think about them all the time. writing this made me all fuzzy and i hope it does the same for you all! ♡

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mins-fins · 2 months

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DROP THE CONTROLLER ! ( ft. liu yangyang )

ᝰ.ᐟ IN WHICH you cuss out liu yangyang in a battle royale game on a friday, which normally would've made you two sworn enemies in most situations, but yangyang has a thing for aggressive men, seeing as how he instead falls, and falls hard for you, so now he's on a quest to somehow try and get a date with you (while you try and combat each of those attempts).

pairing ╱ liu yangyang x male!reader

genre ╱ social media au, university au, strangers to lovers, one sided enemies(?) to lovers, fluff, crack, literally just stupid shenanigans, jung sungmin as yn's fc, very much lovesick idiot x very much annoyed and also lovesick idiot

warnings ╱ swearing, explicit language, kys/kms jokes, sexual jokes, kink jokes, weird insults, isa is not good at battle royale games so things might be over exaggerated, very overdramatic, little plot and just yangyang thirsting over a pretty man, might get repetitive because i am unfortunately not funny

featuring ╱ nct (ten, xiaojun, hendery, renjun, jeno, haechan, chenle). riize (shotaro). tbz (sunwoo, eric). and maybe some others too.

status ╱ irregular updates.

taglist ╱ open!

playlist

profiles ╱ S.U.E | chenle's paying 💞

zero ╱ yangyang gets cussed out by a man (written).

one ╱ but a PRETTY man 😍

two ╱ liu yangyang's humiliation kink

three ╱ dude take pride 🏳️‍🌈

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000ceanus · 1 year

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That Pretty Smile of His

Pairing: Liu Yangyang x socially anxious!gn!reader

Genre/s: Fluff

TW: alcohol (if there is more, please let me know.)

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You step inside the party, drinks flowing, lights strobing, and people dancing around. There is a lot of people, which is anxiety inducing. However, you promised him you would be here. So you sucked it up and trudged onwards.

After a few steps in, you see Yangyang, staring at you with his mouth agape. You see him mouth a few words to the people he’s with—which you then realize are his roommates—and slowly stalk towards you, never breaking eye contact.

“You look pretty,” he says, in a quiet tone you almost didn’t hear, were it not for his soft, pretty lips mouthing them. Then, a bit louder, “You know, I didn’t think you would come when I invited you.”

“Is that a bad thing?” You ask meekly.

“No, not at all. I hoped you would come,” he says, “Do you want a drink?”

You nod.

“The kitchen is this way,” he gestures towards a doorway, “Unless you want to go around and say hi? I can bring your drink to you.”

You quickly shake your head. “No, I want to stay with you.”

He then flashes that pretty smile of his.

“If that’s okay,” you say.

“It’s alright; I got you.” His grin was not going away one bit. He turns towards where he gestured earlier and places his hand on your back. “This way,” he says, and he leads you towards the kitchen.

(If you just strain your ear a little more, over the noise, you would be able to hear whoops from where Yangyang came and, “Our baobei is making moves on his crush!”)

“What drink do you want?” He asks.

“Do you have (alcoholic drink of choice)?”

“Woooow, you know exactly what you want, huh? I thought you didn’t drink?” He teases you, opening the fridge.

“That’s only what you assumed.” Then, “I drink with my family, It’s my first time drinking in a party—or being in a party like this.”

“I hope I’m being a good host, then?” He opens for you your drink, hands it to you, then pours his own drink.

“The best,” you tell him.

He smiles at that. “What do you want to do, or where do you want to go?”

You pause for a while. Noticing your anxiousness about the party, he says, “Do you want to go to the balcony?”

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding and say, “Sure.”

Once more, he places his hand on your back and leads you to a glass door.

“I’m really glad you’re here,” he says, once he opens the door.

“Even though I’m taking you away from your party? You can go back there, if you want.”

“It’s okay, I don’t even like parties anyways.”

“Liar.”

He laughs and takes a swig of his drink while leaning on the railing. “I’m really glad you’re here,” he says.

“Don’t you want to go with your friends?” You’re trying to give him a way out again.

“But you are my friend.”

After that, you spend the time away in a comfortable mix of silence and conversation.

“…Do you know, we went to Jeju on a vacation? But it was so cold and cloudy during those days, we couldn’t enjoy it that much.”

“Poor Renjun,” you say.

“Hey, and what about me?”

Mustering up your liquid courage, you lean closer, comb your free hand through his hair, and say, “Poor Yangyang,” with a smile.

He looks at you for a while and swallows, his eyes flickering their gaze from your eyes and your lips.

He raises your chin with his fingers and asks, quietly, shakily, “Can I kiss you?”

This is one of the few times you feel brave. You lean in, and the kiss feels electrifying. It feels as if fireworks are going off all around you, celebrating your long-awaited kiss.

Once you both lean away, he flashes that pretty smile of his at you. You can’t help but smile back at him.

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noisyquokka · 6 months

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GIRL!! I just read your Lino fic and 🧎🏻‍♀️

I see your rqs are about to close so I was hoping maybe you could do a little sumthn sumthn angsty for my boy YangYang? I'd prefer F!reader and sumthn like you broke up and get kinda really jealous seeing him at a party with some girl and maybe you get back together maybe ya don't I'll leave that up to your creative mind? Could you also add Renjun and Xiaojun in as well, like a friend group type thing? I know this is a lot and maybe too detailed but like I NEED more angst from you plz and thank you 😩

Take care and stay hydrated 🤍

Scorched Auroras

PAIRING - YangYang x F!Reader (ft. Renjun & Xiaojun)

SYNOPSIS - You've had your regrets over the years, it's a part of the human experience. But nothing will ever compare to the pain of Him walking out of your life.

WORDCOUNT - 4.4k

WARNINGS - All around Angst, Cheating, Lies, Descriptions of Anxiety Attack, Heated Arguments, Exes to ???, Mentions of Alcohol, Reader wears feminine clothes (dress, heels, etc.), Renjun's kind of a dick in this... he's just trying to help, YangYang is also a dick but it's well-deserved || Let me know if I've missed anything!

A/N - The way I've been wanting to write more angst after that Minho fic, but I've just not gotten around to it... 😔 Thanks for the request, Darling! ngl I spent more time rereading this than I did writing this to the point that I have no idea if this is as good as I originally thought it was, (we love inconvenient writers block) so feedback would be greatly appreciated. And to all you YangYang girlies 👋🏻 I'm sorry for this.

“Huang Renjun, when I find your sorry ass…”

Your heels reverberate against the floors of the house, quick and staccato as you seek out the host of the party. This was supposed to be a chill little get together with mutual friends; all put together by Renjun. Same people. Same place. But when you walked through the front door, you’d been paralyzed.

Through the hall - between the mass of bodies that danced and conversed with each other - you had spotted Liu YangYang sitting pretty on the leather sofa, strumming away on his six-string. His eyes had found yours, and that genuine smile on his face had faded, his brows knitting as he blinked and looked away. He was surrounded by mutual friends, but you couldn’t take your eyes off the group of girls that sat like a pride of lions around him.

Funny enough, looking around the house… this party? Not so little or so mutual. In fact, you’re almost certain there’s friends of friends here, migrating up the stairs that you’ve just traversed. And the majority of them have been gathered around your ex-boyfriend for the past hour like he was the main entertainment of the evening.

So here you are, with a handful of drinks in you and your patience dwindling. You huff, sparing glances through open doors and knocking on others down the hall until you’re finally directed to Renjun’s bedroom by a random party-goer.

“Renjun!” your knuckles rap on the door, calling over the back beat of the blaring music. “I know you’re in there! Open the damn door!”

When there’s no answer, you grunt and knock louder. There’s no doubt he can hear you, your fist aching with every hit to the wood grain. The door opens, a very buzzed Renjun appearing before you.

“Fuck, where’s the fire!?”

You shoot him a glare, leaning against the door frame.

“We need to talk.”

“I’m a little busy at the moment.” He chuckles, glancing over his shoulder. It’s now that you notice the wrinkles in his clothes, his dark hair an unruly mess that he attempts to fix by carding his fingers through the tresses. The smear of red at the corner of his mouth has you narrowing your eyes. You scoff.

“Yeah… busy.”

Renjun stumbles, your hand darting out to snatch at the collar of his white tee. His protests fall on deaf ears as you pull him down the hall towards his makeshift studio. He knows he’s not going anywhere, even as he attempts to wretch your fingers from the fabric.

“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” The heavy bass drums steady in your chest as you yank Renjun into the room. The moment your past the threshold, you let him go, slamming the door behind you.

“Hey, easy!”

“You lied to me.”

Renjun lets loose an exasperated chuckle, smoothing down the fabric of his shirt.

“I wish I knew what you were talking about.” he says, raising his brow. There’s a ghost of amusement playing on his face. He knows. It only fuels your aggravation.

“Oh, YangYang won’t be there, I promise.” You mock the words he’d told you over a FaceTime call just a few days ago. Renjun meets your glare evenly, seemingly unimpressed. He rolls his eyes when you cross your arms.

“I didn’t know he’d come. He told me he had something planned tonight.”

“Right, fucking fat chance that he’s sitting right where I’d catch him cozied up around a bonfire of girls.”

“The perfect place to play a guitar.” he quips. Your eyes narrow, following his movements as he turns toward the random clutter in the studio.

“You know how much I hate this version of Renjun.”

“Which one?” he asks, a teasing lilt in his tone. He stops at his desk, rearranging strewn journals and crumpled pages that have nearly landed in the bin beside the workspace.

“The one that plays dumb just to get out of answering me.”

“I do not-”

“You do!” you bite, feet situating themselves under your weight. You level the brunette with a pointed look.

“You’re holding out on me, I can tell. So, are you gonna spill or what?”

You watch the cogs turn behind his eyes, bringing a hand up to rub at his brow, clearly frustrated with the way this conversation is going. Brown eyes shift from the far wall, dropping the journals on the desk. He turns to you, a look crossing his face that you can’t pinpoint.

“I already told you, I had no idea he was gonna be here, okay? I asked him if he was coming and he said no.” Renjun glances to your form and the way you’re seemingly guarding the door like a well-trained hound. “I didn’t openly invite him. He showed up on his own. Any reason you’re so pissed about that?”

The question catches you off guard. Any reason you’re so pissed about that? What, with the way things ended, you certainly have no right to be. Ignoring the stabbing in your chest, you lick your lips, nails digging into your forearm. He catches the way you shift, spine straightening against the wall.

“What kind of question is that?” you ask, voice clipped.

“A valid one.” Renjun replies, leaning against his desk. There’s that casual air that he exudes as his eyes rake down your body. Observing. Your choice in outfit; that little black dress, the time you put into your hair and makeup, those stilettos. Renjun knows you don’t put that amount of time into going out unless it means something.

He clicks his tongue, blinks. Bourbon swirls with some kind of intent.

“You’re the one who broke up with him, remember? Although I’ve gotta say, if looks could kill, those girls fawning over him would be dead at his feet.”

“Watch your words, Huang.” you warn, a sharpness to your tone that leaves the guy unbothered.

“I haven’t said a thing… it’s called observing.” His voice is cool as ice, arms coming to cross over his chest.

“You’re implying.”

He laughs, snake eyes pinning him where he stands.

“I’m just stating the facts.”

“You want facts?” You close the distance between you and Renjun so quickly, he doesn’t have time to react before you’re right in his face, “You know exactly what the hell you did. You knew how much I didn’t want him here, it’s why I asked you when you invited me. You made a promise that you blew to the wind.”

Your voice is calm but tight - like a rubber band pulled to its limits. You can’t bring yourself to care about how you come across at this point. Not when there’s seven vodka shots warming your veins, clouding all rationality. Your patience is gone as you glare up at the man, watching as a dark brow twitches behind stray tresses. You’re done playing his stupid little game.

The tink of plastic against metal hits your ears as Renjun swipes a broken guitar pick off the desk into the trash bin, eyes deadlocked on the sneer that’s prying at your lips. For a second, he mulls over his actions that led up to this point. Perhaps he’s being a bit of an ass, but you’ve put off talking things out with YangYang for months. He's felt the strain it's put on the group dynamic, and he’s sick of hearing you both say everything is fine. How can two people be fine when they can’t tolerate being in the same room together? And now you come to him like he’s done you wrong, like what he’s done is unforgivable… Renjun doesn’t get it.

A knock at the door pulls him from his thoughts.

“Renjun, you in here? Some jackass is-”

The door opens, Xiaojun stopping short at the sight before him. The tense charge in the room hits him like a tidal wave, and the scowl that etches your face doesn’t give him much room to speculate.

“Uh, sorry to interrupt.” he says, looking between you two. Renjun scratches at his neck, clearing his throat.

“What is it, man?”

“There’s some guy starting shit by the pool. Thought it’d be a job for the host.”

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute.”

Xiaojun nods, giving you both one last fleeting glance before the door closes. When the footsteps fade into nothing but reverberating bass, Renjun slips out of the space between you and the desk.

“Where are you going?”

“To take care of damage control, as you just heard.” He turns toward the door with a finality that says this conversation is well over. If you weren’t buzzing, were in your right state of mind, you would have let him go. But the addition of alcohol only egged on your unbridled emotions.

“No, we’re not done talking.” You hiss, a hand darting out to catch his wrist. Renjun groans, and you hear your name slip off his tongue like a bad omen as he aggressively shrugs you off him.

“Stop! Just-” He turns his back to the door, looking at you like you’ve lost your mind. You look on with wide eyes as he takes a deep breath, brows twitching. “You both said that you broke up because things weren’t working out. Something about schedules and other conflicting shit…”

He shakes his head, optics flickering over your face, searching for some sort of answer as to why you're reacting this way. When your shoulders sag, he knows enough. You’re closing off, and as much as Renjun wants to be the friend that mothers you back to good spirits with a gentle hand, it seems that isn’t gonna work. The way you approached this tonight has him clutching at his last straw.

“It’s not my business but-”

“You’re right, it’s not your business-”

“But you decided to make it my business when you pulled me in here and fucking interrogated me! That alone tells me there’s more to the story than you two have let on.” You press you lips together, optics locking onto the far wall. You hear the steady release of a sigh, the rattling of the door knob under his palm. “You’ve been friends for years. You never let the simple things interfere back then.”

“Romantic relationships are different, Renjun.” You don’t need to meet those eyes to know he’s unconvinced.

“You’re impossible…” He mutters. The floorboards groan under his feet as he turns back toward the door, shoulders tight under the fabric of his shirt.

“This conversation is going nowhere. I don’t know why you dragged me in here and grilled me about the one person you don’t want to talk about, but I have a party to host.” His fingers grip the door knob and twist, amber eyes meeting yours over his shoulder.

“I don’t know what the hell is going on between you two, but you need to talk to him. Before the fallout ruins this friend group.”

The door slams shut, and you blink as Renjun’s heavy footfalls fade down the hall. His words sink in. He’s right. You sag against the wall, letting your head fall against the drywall, trying to process everything that just happened. Releasing the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding as the liquor takes another round through your hazy mind. The threat of tears infect your vision, burning even as you attempt to blink them away.

“Fuck.” you hiss, fingers coming to press against the junction of your nose bridge and the corners of your eyes until the pressure conjures rainbow static behind your lids. “Fuck. Fuck!”

You’re ready to leave. Ready to leave this party, block phone numbers and move out of the country if it means you don’t have to face the one person you regret hurting. Selfish, really, but in your current state of mind, it sounds like heaven. You’ve let this situation hang over your head for the past eight months, praying it would go away on it’s own. It’s obvious no God will let you off that easily.

God damn…

Your feet are moving before you can think any further, the studio door left ajar as your figure strides down the hall and descends the stairs. You need a glass of water to clear your head, something to prepare yourself for what’s about to happen. Optics dart to the sofa, where YangYang has been most of the evening, but he’s no longer there. The guitar leans against the wall, propped up with the help of the sofa's armrest. You bee-line for the kitchen.

The main space between the living room and kitchen has significantly dwindled to a small group of people, and you remember what Xiaojun had said about the shit starter by the pool. A simple glance to the back patio tells you that’s where everyone has gone. Empty cups and snack trays are left behind, alongside a few couples making out in the corner, and the few people conversing near the kitchen island, including Xiaojun. He greets you with a soft smile, offering you another drink that you graciously decline.

“You good?” he asks, smile fading into furrowed brows.

“Yeah, I think I’m over the alcohol for tonight.” you mutter, taking an chilled water bottle from the cooler. “Do you know where YangYang ran off to?”

“Last I saw him, he looked like he was leaving for the night.” he replies, taking another swig of his beverage. You blink, cracking the cap on the bottle and bringing it to your lips in one swift motion. Despite the amount of alcohol you’ve had in such a short amount of time, the water you take down washes away your brain fog, and you turn toward the front door with a newfound clarity.

YangYang isn’t gone. You know him well enough. And you’re ready to face him. You have to be. Because you aren’t leaving here until you set things right.

You pat Xiaojun on the shoulder as you leave, a quiet thanks uttered as you force yourself to move toward the exit, fingers latching on the handle.

The cool night air washes over your skin, but you welcome the instantaneous sobering up it provides. It’s quiet out here, as quiet as a house party can get for the chatter and music, crickets chirping in the protection of well-manicured shrubs. With a quick scan of your surroundings, you find who you’re looking for.

Liu YangYang stands at the far corner of the porch, leaning against the railing with his back to you. He’d be unnoticeable by most people, shrouded in October shadows.

You’re not most people.

It’s as if the world falls still in the time it takes you to walk over, your stomach swirling like a blender on full power. He’s by himself out here. That makes it easier, right? You let out a shaky breath, the sudden urge to bolt over the railing and disappear into the woods like a spooked fawn flooding your veins. But you don’t. You can’t.

“We need to talk.” you pipe up, clearing your throat in an attempt to hide the tremor in your voice. Black hair falls into brown eyes, a grunt of your name passing his lips at the sound of your voice. You never want to hear him say your name like that again. Like you're the scum of the earth.

“Heard you were pretty pissed about my being here.” he says. Even under his sweater, you can see how taught his back muscles are, how he's trying to hold himself back. Your eyes slip shut.

Renjun… He must have caught up with YangYang before you could make it downstairs. You let the curses slip to the back of your mind, focusing on the matter at hand. You know this doesn’t have to be hard. Just a short, civil conversation between you and your ex. With a lick of your lips, you try again.

“YangYang, I’m-”

“You know, it’s really fucking insulting to hear that.” He brings the half-full solo cup in his hand to his lips, taking the rest of his drink down in one go. Dark optics stare blankly toward the dimly lit street. “Especially when you’ve avoided me for the past eight months. When no one else knows the truth about you.”

You swallow hard at his comment, staring at the foot that he can't stop tapping against the porch.

“I don’t wanna fight with you, YangYang.” you say, taking a step toward him, “I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I need to talk to you.”

You hear the huff of a scoff, and he turns just enough to lock eyes with you from over his shoulder, pupils digging into you from the corners.

“Better eight months late than never.”

“YangYang-”

“What?” he interjects, snapping like a cornered fox, “Too busy with them to come to me sooner with your bullshit excuses?”

YangYang doesn’t need to face you to get his emotions across. You’ve never had trouble deciphering whether he was emotionally six feet under or floating on cloud nine. But now, you feel like you’re Gaia up against the raw power of Helios; a violent storm of solar particles slamming against you in his attempts to protect his heart from freezing over.

The auroras of scorched and unspoken truths. Your magnetic field is battered and bruised too significantly to sustain such a blow.

That’s on you, you know. You’d come to the realization eight months ago when you took that sledgehammer to a decade of friendship. A decade of trust that transformed into so much more. An angel of a boy that you threw away - tore his wings from his back for good measure.

You shake your head, that fire burning behind your eyes.

“You’re not being fair, here.” You whisper, and as much as you don’t want this conversation to escalate, you know there’s no stopping it. You flinch when he whips around, wild eyes boring into yours, a snarl threatening to break the crease of his lips. He points a finger at you.

“You cheated, Love! You!” The term of endearment is anything but; poison on the tongue that used to serenade you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. He is the ferocity of a rabid dog in the form of gnashing teeth and beady eyes, panting and growling in warning when you try to console it.

“Two years together! Thirteen years of friendship and trust that you so easily struck a match to like that?! Fucking treated me like I was an afterthought in your daily schedule while we were still together! The nights you came home and lied through your teeth, telling me you were working late… that you were out with friends… Fuck, I even felt you pulling away and I still tried telling myself that I was crazy. No, no, you wouldn’t do that to me. We’ve been through so much together. Fucking fool, I am!”

You watch him through the glaze of tears as he stalks toward you. The hurt in his eyes burns like a serrated knife, slicing away at the worn and ruptured threads of your relationship that scream with every threat of the blade.

“So, no, you don't get to tell me I'm being unfair! I saw the way you watched me tonight. You probably don't realize how many drinks you had because you were too busy raising your hackles at the girls that I was talking to. Ran off to light a fire under Renjun's ass because things didn't go your way.”

Your heart pounds against your breast, your pulse violent in your fingertips. In your head, this conversation played out with less hostility. You expected some anger - it’s only fair with the pain you put him through - but this was another level entirely. In all your years of knowing YangYang, he’d never blown up like this.

Never at you.

Never because of you.

This isn’t the boy that you would race to school every morning, who dried your tears and rubbed the rocks from your knees when you tripped yourself. The one who would send you dumb memes in the middle of class, and took accountability so you weren't sitting in detention alone. Who bought you a promise ring for your ten years of being friends, and another when you celebrated two years of dating.

Your rock in the toughest situations and you threw him into the ocean with little thought. Didn't even watch as he sank to the depths.

You blink, feeling the tears track down you cheeks as you speak.

“I never wanted to hurt you like I did, and I should’ve talked to you about this months ago. I’ve…” You hesitate, “I’ve been think about that night a lot.”

“Good.” He doesn’t miss a beat.

“It was a mistake, and I can’t even give you a good reason for it.” you whimper, breath catching in your throat, “I’m so sorry, YangYang. I-I wasn’t thinking straight. I never should’ve-”

Words fail you, your composure breaking with a burst of tears that hits so suddenly, it's impossible to breathe. You hug yourself with trembling arms, nails digging into your palms.

“I don’t want this to be it for us,” you say, your words strangled as you try to wrangle in your tears, “there has to be a way to fix this!”

He’s close enough to touch, and you reach out with little thought, pulling him into you, wrapping your arms around his torso. Your fingers grip into the back of his sweater as you sob into his shoulder, your body shaking with every strangled hiccup.

YangYang doesn’t move, doesn't push you off. He just stands here. There’s no warm embrace enveloping your frame, no tears to share with you. It’s like you’re hugging a stone statue, the body heat that he exudes being some sort of sick joke when all you feel is the chill of a vacant shell.

“Please, tell me what I can do to fix it!” The plea hangs over you like a specter, ghastly fingers wrapping tight around your throat. The silence grows long, nothing more than faint strains of music drifting through the cracks of the windows and doors of the house, carrying some hint of life beyond the two of you. You almost wish he’d begin to yell again, growl about the extent of which you’ve hurt him. Anything but this indifference, this apathy towards the one girl he’s given everything to. But this… this feels like him finally giving up. Like he’s finally decided that you aren’t worth the trouble anymore. You don’t want to accept it, but every second that ticks by is like another nail in the coffin.

You pull away, fingers twitching as they come up to cradle his jaw. The muscles under the flesh tenses, and he recoils from your touch like it’s physically hurting him, looking off across the street with a hollow gaze. It’s a tortuously long moment before he levels you with those brown eyes. They’re dull when they look at you now; worlds away. A fresh grave, its soil rejecting any and all growth, no flowers, no grass. Seeds greedily plucked from the ground by songbirds and rodents. No one to care for the plot when the soul’s story is made up of little white lies. He watches from the corner of his eye as the tears collect on mascara-laden lashes, the makeup mixing with the liquid as it trickles down and off your chin.

“I don’t want it to be over either,” he admits. A stray tear falls from his lash line, but there’s a void of emotion in his tone. “But…”

There’s that pause again, and you can’t handle it this time. The knot in your chest tightens like a vice, brows pulling inward when he goes to take a step backward. You shake your head, his name sputtering from your lips like it’s the only thing that could offer a modicum of comfort.

“I love you, YangYang,” you say the words quickly, desperately, clinging to his arms as he spares you nothing more than a glance. “I still do, please, please don’t- don’t do this! I’m sorry!”

“That’s the same dress.”

You look up with wide eyes, jaw slack as you sniffle.

“What?”

“You wore that dress the night you came home drunk with them.” he says.

You glance down at the fabric hugging your figure, the memories from that night coming back to you in what little fragments you can remember. Clinging to their shirt as you both laughed between kisses, the clumsy fumble of your key in the lock. You had woke up to them in your bed, a raging hangover, and your boyfriend sitting on the couch in silence when you went searching for a glass of water and an Aspirin. You don't remember doing anything more than kissing, but cheating was cheating. And YangYang had been livid.

He shakes his head, laughs incredulously. “You’re insane. You're dead to me.”

“YangYang, I-” is all you can get out before he’s pulling away again, shoving you off him with enough force to send you staggering to your knees. For a moment you sit there in a stunned stupor, your hands splayed over the wood grain of the porch, gasping for breath as you openly sob. Composing yourself at this point is impossible, anxiety clutching at your lungs like a serpent’s stranglehold. Your legs tremble, eyes burning with unspent tears. He hasn’t walked away yet, and for a moment you think maybe there’s some semblance of salvaging this until-

“Don’t come crawling back to me when they put you through the same shit you put me through. Fucking cry yourself to sleep.”

It’s the last thing he says, storming off as he passes your heaving frame with little more than a glance. Down the front steps. Down the path to the side walk. It’s over. You choke back sobs as you fight for oxygen, numb to the feeling of warm hands on your back. Through the onslaught of tears, you recognize the shoe beside your knee as Xiaojun’s.

You try to focus on his voice, listening to each syllable as he murmurs your name in your ear and his attempts to guide you out of this frantic head space, but all you can focus on is the black hole manifesting within your chest. Your heart is like lead at your feet, your lungs burn, and your ears ring to a fever pitch.

YangYang’s words ring in your head like a death knell. The bell’s final toll signaling the end as the shadow of the man you knew disappears down the street.

You have no one to blame but yourself.

Psst!! If you made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read my work 💕 I appreciate you!

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sungbeam · 2 years

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𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝&𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

liu yangyang x gn!reader

0.4k words, fluff, purely self indulgent bc reader shares a bday w yang :')

a/n: happy birthday to my bday twin, little sheep 扬扬 ❤️ 生日快乐, king

You had seen the view of the bay from the top of the ferris wheel before. It hadn't changed from last autumn when the autumnal fair had come to town, and it would never stop amazing you how beautiful the sea looked as the sun sunk beneath the horizon and left an afterglow of warmth in the darkening cobalt sky.

Beside you, Liu Yangyang lifted his arm to rest against the bench behind you, his eyes turned toward the sea like yours. The breeze blew through his silver hair, and a small smile flitted over his face.

Below your feet, the fair partied on. Colorful, rainbow lights from nearby rides and booths illuminated and danced across your face, and the smell of funnel cake and hot apple cider permeated the air. It smelled like a dash of summer in a broth of fall. That was October for you.

"Hey," Yangyang suddenly piped up, "you think they would let us go another round if I said I was trying to propose to you?"

You didn't miss the distinct palpitation in your chest. You laughed, landing a playful smack on his shoulder. "No! Oh my god, we're not lying to them about a proposal, you menace!"

Yangyang made a face, but you knew he was just playing. "Okay, what if I told them it was our birthday?"

"Both our birthdays?" You mused, leaning into him.

His arm came around your shoulders and drew you close like second nature. "Yeah, I mean—they couldn't possibly deny us both on our birthdays."

"We have a karaoke reservation at 11 though."

He considered this and licked his lips. "I guess you're right." The ferris wheel had begun its descent down the opposite side, lowering your carriage down to the ground. "But one more round? Please, baby?"

And when you looked at him, you really couldn't deny that look on his face. Even if there was that pinch of mischief that was so trademark of Liu Yangyang. When your carriage reached the ground, Yangyang pleaded with the operation staff—it's my baby's birthday! We're only here for tonight and we don't have this sort of thing at home!

You kind of felt bad; they looked dead tired. But they didn't deny Yangyang his pleas, and up your carriage went for another round.

Yangyang sighed in triumph, the corners of his smile creating small dents in his cheeks as he did. "No harm, no foul. Right, babe?" He settled in pressed against your side for the upcoming view.

You smiled to yourself. "Happy birthday, Yang," was how you replied.

You felt him smile against the side of your head where he pressed his lips. "Happy birthday to you, too."

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saturnznct · 2 years

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getting your daughter ready for her first day of pre-school | l.yy

➸ request from yellow anon; hi sadie! i hope you're doing wonderful these days <3 i miss yangyang and julia content sooooo can you maybe do yangyang getting emotional sending julia off to her first day of pre-school? you can do this request whenever you want to, no rush! -yellow anon

➸ note; hi thank u so much yellow anon bestie!! i had so much fun writing this and i can’t wait to get back into writing now!

➸ word count; 1404 words

➸ julia; aged 3

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‘I don’t think I can do this,’ Yangyang declares, back flat against the mattress as he stares up at your bedroom ceiling.

You’ve only just silenced your alarm, groggily stretching your legs and shifting around in his arms, getting comfortable, but he’s wide awake, dreading the thought of having to send his baby girl off to school for the first time.

‘I just hope she makes friends,’ you ruminate, several scenarios running through your mind all at once. Julia was a sociable and friendly girl, already having a best friend in Ten’s oldest, Charlie, who was a year younger than her in school, and thus won’t be joining her today. Visions of Julia potentially not fitting in or struggling to talk to the other children make your heart split in two.

‘See, you’re worrying too,’ Yangyang gives you a lukewarm smile, slightly teasing but also mirroring your worry, ‘to be honest, my stomach hurts. I feel sick.’

‘My chest hurts,’ you admit, ‘mix of worry for her but also it hurts how old she’s getting. She’s so big and independent, I remember when she was just our little baby girl, just born in her crib.’

‘I miss it too,’ Yangyang smiles, thinking back on the fond memories, ‘maybe we should make another one.’

‘No, not yet,’ you dismiss the suggestion immediately, ‘maybe in a few more years, when I’ve caught up on some sleep.’

‘Fair point,’ Yangyang mumbles sleepily, ‘speaking of which, we should probably wake the sleeping lion up. Make her some breakfast.’

‘We have the right stuff for pancakes?’ You check, knowing Julia’s favourite.

‘Yeah, I checked last night. I knew she’d probably ask.’

The two of you sleepily toddle into your toddler’s bedroom, which is illuminated only by a small pink nightlight.

Julia herself is fast asleep, bundled in a heap of blankets and stuffed animals, notably her Jellycat sheep bought by her uncle Kun.

‘Jules,’ Yangyang lightly shakes her awake. She grunts in protest, squirming around and chasing the warmth that has been made as she’s slept.

‘Julia,’ he tries again, and this time her eyes flutter open, meeting her fathers own identical ones.

‘Wha-‘ she mutters, tiny hands starting to rub at her eyes.

‘It’s a really exciting day today Jules,’ Yangyang smiles, ‘it’s school today, remember what I told you about? I’m going to make you special pancakes, ok?’

Julia nods sleepily, approving of this plan, and and you lift her up by her armpits, setting her down in the middle of the room so you can start getting her dressed.

In the Liu household, ‘special pancakes’ are characterised by blueberries being mixed into the batter, as well as seven different shades of food colouring so that the pancake stack forms a rainbow. Naturally, Julia only eats two or three of the toddler-sized pancakes, so you and Yangyang gorge on the rest. Julia just appreciates the visuals.

Yangyang takes his place in the kitchen while you set out Julia’s outfit for the day, which you had meticulously chosen the day before.

You wanted something she could play comfortably in, something she could get messy with paint or pens or dirt if needed, so you chose a plain lilac shirt and some dark blue cotton trousers.

‘I don’t know if I should dress her now or not,’ you say, ‘cause if she eats pancakes she’s just going to get muck all over them before we even leave.’

‘Good point,’ Yangyang has just served the last pancake of the stack, ‘i’ll get her ready once she’s finished.’

‘But you’ve already done her breakfa-‘

‘Don’t worry about it,’ Yangyang hums, kissing your cheek, ‘just get her packed lunch out the fridge and make sure her bag is all packed and we’re golden.’

‘Okay,’ you nod, swallowing the lump in your throat and taking a seat at the table.

The three of you happily chow down on your pancakes - Yangyang really makes great pancakes - and as there’s no time to waste, dishes are quickly thrown into the dishwasher.

Yangyang takes Julia to get dressed in her bedroom, as you rifle through her little backpack, double checking everything that should be there is there.

‘Change of clothes, sun hat, rain hat, empty bottle- lunchbox.’

You head over to the fridge and pull it out. It’s cute, light pink with her favourite Kakao friends character on.

You and Yangyang had already made up her lunch and packed the bag the night before to save yourself time this morning. You had both had throughly enjoyed making the food for her, cutting up ham sandwiches with a star shaped cookie cutter and making little fruit kebabs with grapes and apples.

You’re just slipping the lunch bag into the backpack when Yangyang appears in the doorway, Julia on his hip.

‘Oh, are we ready to go?’ You smile, ‘I love your outfit Jules.’

She looked so cute, Yangyang had tied her thin hair into a tiny ponytail.

‘Mummy/mommy, I don’t want to go,’ Julia sniffles, small hands balled into fists, ‘I want to stay and play with you all day.’

You feel your heart split into two, and judging by Yangyang’s expression, he’s feeling the same way.

‘Aww, Jules,’ you try to remain strong and reassuring to her, ‘you’ll have so much fun! There will be so many nice people and cool toys to play with. And mummy/mommy and daddy have made you star sandwiches that you can have while you’re there.’

She seems a bit less apprehensive, but still a bit nervous.

‘And you’ve met your teacher,’ Yangyang points out, ‘Miss Choi was really nice wasn’t she? She’ll take good care of you.’

Julia nods, remembering the settling in session she’d been to.

‘And you’ll have so much fun all day, that before you know it, mummy/mommy and daddy will be back to pick you up.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah sweetheart. It’ll go so fast.’

‘Ok, I’ll go.’

‘That’s my girl,’ Yangyang grins, ‘let’s go get our shoes on.’

A few minutes of velcro straps and putting on coats one arm at a time later, you’re walking to the car.

You can sense Yangyang’s emotions even without seeing his face; he doesn’t want to let her go. Regardless, he hides it well in front of his daughter, strapping her safely into her car seat.

‘I’ll drive,’ you hold up the keys, ‘I don’t think you’re in a fit state to do it yourself.’

He laughs weakly at this, ‘you’re not wrong.’

The drive is filled with mostly Disney music (specifically Encanto and Frozen, Julia’s favourites) which has become a regular daily occurrence for your drives. You worry for your Spotify wrapped.

Eventually you make it to the pre-school, where several teary parents and small children are descending on the entrance.

Yangyang takes a deep breath before unloading Julia and her bag from the car, holding her little hand as the three of you walk across the car park.

‘Mr and Mrs Liu, it’s so nice to see you both, and Julia!’ Miss Choi smiles, ‘I know you’re probably both a bit emotional today, but before you both know it it’ll be home time.’

You squeeze Yangyang’s hand.

‘Are you ready to go Jules?’

She nods her head shyly, taking her backpack from your hands.

‘You can put that on your peg over there Julia,’ Miss Choi motions towards the lines of pegs for the children.

Julia realises this means she’ll have to venture off without either you or Yangyang, so she turns back to the two of you, brown eyes wide in worry.

You both crouch down to her level.

‘There’s nothing to worry about Jules,’ you reassure her, ‘we’ll be back very soon, ok?’

‘Bye bye mummy/mommy.’

‘Bye angel,’ you hug her, ‘love you.’

‘Love you too. Bye daddy.’

‘Bye bye Jules,’ Yangyang hugs her too, I love you.’

‘I love you too daddy.’

‘I know sweetheart. You wanna go put your bag on your peg?’

She nods, waving one last time before rushing over to her peg, before disappearing out of sight into the toddler room of the pre-school.

‘Can I cry now?’ Yangyang breaks the sad silence.

‘In the car,’ you answer simply.

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marvelous-llama · 2 months

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NCT recs / WayV recs

<<original book

most of the mentioned works is 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI

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just saying by @rrxnjun

Yangyang x fem!reader (wc - 11.6k) university AU - fluff, angst, crack you got a new boyfriend. in yangyang’s eyes, he’s a total loser, and all your friends tell you that he’s got no future. they all like him, though... and so in a desperate plan, jealousy takes over and liu yangyang executes his masterplan: he has to make you two break up. all because he could treat you better than him. just saying though...

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honeyhuii · 1 year

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Taste of Destiny Masterlist

Fantasy au, Magic Au, a touch of Modern Au, Action, Adventure,

Various idol x Reader

General Rating: PG-13, Fighting and swearing

Synopsis: Being a lover of stories all your life led you to constantly searching for new stories to read. When eventually you go looking for a new adventure, you find yourself in an antique store that mostly sells books. You stumble across a book with intricate details on the cover and the description captured your attention even more because it felt familiar to you, you felt as if you had no choice but to purchase the book. With your new purchase, you quickly head home to start reading the book. But when you start reading it, lines continue to seem more familiar as you read farther and farther. Then the book starts to glow after reading a particular line, soon you find yourself sucked into the very book you were just reading. When you look up from the ground, you see 3 pairs of eyes staring at you, one pair you find very familiar. Confusing you because you thought that was just your imagination through your entire childhood. Confusing you even more when they call you the Winged Spirit, the hero of the land.

Warnings will vary from chapter to chapter, the general warnings are mentions of food, fight scenes, kiss scenes, and swearing.

A/n: This series is a pick your own adventure and otome game fanfic. You can pick who you would like to fall in love with. You can be on multiple taglists as well. I haven't decided if I want to also have a no pairing route, but I'm not sure, if that sounds interesting to you please let me know! Each route will lead to a different ending and storyline. There is a main storyline and the routes will follow that for the most part, but it will branch off as we dive further iinto the story. There will be a certain way to read this and it's really important to read it this way otherwise the storyline might be a tad bit confusing. So, there is the main storyline that each character will be in and not be really character focused. Then we have the character routes which will be centered around them and have their own seperate storyline + ending. Certain scenes will happen in the main storyline that might impact a certain charater and aid in their route. When those scenes happen a chapter will be posted for that character's route, impacting their storyline and changing the direction it goes. At one point, the mainstory line will finish and become character focused unless i decide to do no pairing. I will idicate on the masterlist and chapters if there is a character route chapter, so hopefully it wont be too confusing!

Prologue: The Dreaming

Chapter 1: Mission? Buy a New Book!

Chapter 2:Into the Book We Go!

Chapter 3:

Chapter 4

more to come

Character Background: Lee Seokmin holds the title of Knight of Swords. He is known as one of the greatest swordsmen in the land. He views Y/n L/n, or more commonly known as the Winged Spirit, as his rival. Not even his friends understand why he is the way he is. He’s mysterious, arrrogant, overconfident and cold to those who he doesn't trust. What will it take to break the chains that surround his heart? What will it take to find out the truth he hides within himself? Will you choose his route? Will you fall in love with the self-proclaimed rival?

Knight!Lee Seokmin x Mage!Knight!Reader

Genre: Rivals to Lovers, Fantasy Au, Magic au, Fluff, Angst

Rating: PG-14 for fighting, swearing, and kissing

Chapter 1D:

Character Background: Liu Yangyang, currently in line for the throne to the Elven kingdom Lyaenathalas. A master with a bow as he was taught at a young age. He’s known to flirt with anyone and everyone, especially to have things go in his favour. He has no problem getting dated from his countless fans that line up past the corner. He’s charming and laidback, but can do anything when he puts his mind to it. But there is pain that he hides behind his eyes with a charismatic and flirty exterior. What will it take to get him to stop flirting with everything that walks. What will it take for the truth hidden behind his eyes to be revealed? Will you choose his route? Will you fall in love with the confident Elven Prince and find more to him than meets the eye?

Archer!Prince!Liu Yangyang x Mage!Knight!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers, Forbidden Love, Fantasy Au, Magic Au, Royalty Au, Fluff, Angst

Rating: PG-14 for fighting, swearing, and kissing

Chapter 1Y:

Character Background: Kang Taehyun, Merlin’s former apprentice before he mastered the spells and became a Great Mage. He’s known Y/n L/n since they were children, often playing together until she was forced to go home. Then he got so busy training to become a Great Mage and forgot about his friendship with Y/n. When he finally sees his long lost friend after so long, the feelings of love quickly come rushing back to him. A sense of protection washes over him, the feeling of need to protect her from harm fills him. He’s hot and cold, never showing his true feelings towards her. But when a competitor for her heart shows up unannounced stealing her attention away from him, jealousy burns through his veins. What will it take for Taehyun to keep her attention on him? What will it take for her to realise what is truly happening? Will you choose his route? Will you fall in love with your childhood best friend?

Mage!Kang Taehyun x Mage!Knight Reader

Genre: Childhood friends, to Lovers, Second Chance, Love Triangle, Magic Au, Fantasy Au, Fluff, Angst

Rating: PG-14 for fighting, swearing, and kissing

Chapter 1T:

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vex91 · 6 months

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WayV

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff (s) - smut

Qian Kun:

Nothing yet...

Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul:

Nothing yet...

Dong Sicheng:

Nothing yet...

Huang Xuxi:

Nothing yet...

Xiao Dejun:

Nothing yet...

Wong Kunhang:

Nothing yet...

Liu YangYang:

Nothing yet...

OT7:

Nothing yet...

#wayv x reader #qian kun x reader #chittaphon leechaiyapornkul x reader #dong sicheng x reader #huang xuxi x reader #xiao dejun x reader #won #wong kunhang x reader #liu yangyang x reader

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i-just-like-goats · 2 years

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Yangyang x Female Reader Soulmate AU

Part of my soulmate series

Summary: Yangyang doesn’t appear to have a soulmate mark. Possibly the arrival of Ten’s sister will change things

WC: 1.7k

Warnings: alcohol consumption

Yangyang was envious. He was envious of Ten. Ten, who found his soulmate years ago. Ten who is happily in a relationship with the one he was destined to be with; and him? He didn’t even have a soulmate mark. At least none that he knew of. Others had heterochromia, some were colour blind, some had red strings, some had timers, some had tattoos, some had words. The list goes on. But his body stayed stubbornly without a mark. Curse the universe for giving him the short end of the stick. Why couldn’t he have received a more obvious soulmate mark? Unless he had no soulmate. No, that’s absurd; everyone has a soulmate. He just needed to have hope.

And the universe decided to give him hope.

“My sister’s coming. Her name’s Y/N - be nice,” Ten says to his group mates.

Yangyang nods absentmindedly, his entire focus still on his game.

“When! We need to clean the dorm. It’s a complete mess. Yangyang get up and clean your room,” Kun orders.

“Why? It’s not like she’s going to stay in my room,”

“That may be the case, but at least clean it for the sake of being tidy,”

“Yeah, yeah,”

Kun sighs and leaves to pick up and tidy loose possessions littered around the dorm. Yangyang obviously doesn’t want to make a bad impression but his game looks so tempting. With a sigh like Kun, he turns his console off and starts making his way to his room. Fortunately for him there aren't tonnes of things to tidy. Just the occasional piece of clothing on the floor, the unmade bed and the random notes sprawled all over on his desk. So much for a day off for relaxation. All he wants to do is be lazy, but his plans are ruined because of her arrival. Did he hate Ten’s sister? Certainly not. He was just disappointed that he could no longer lounge around the dorm the whole day.

“Where’s Kun?” Yangyang asks Xiaojun

“Went to the store to get pet food,”

Yangyang throws himself onto the sofa, if he can’t relax the whole day, might as well make the most of the time he currently has until she arrives.

“Do you know where she’s staying?”

Ten answers Yangyang with:

“She’s staying at the WayV dorms and in my room,”

“Ok,”

“Why? Did you want to make a move?”

“No, I’m a free guy,”

“Sure. But you know she’s your age and really pretty after all she is my sister,”

“Wow Ten. So humble. And what does her age have to do with anything!”

“I don’t know. Maybe you’ll like her. Who knows?” Ten makes a suggestive face at Yangyang while shrugging.

“Whatever Ten,”

Their conversation is interrupted by Ten’s phone ringing. He grabs his phone from his pocket and waves the caller ID in front of Yangyang.

“Y/N, you’re on speaker so don’t curse at me,”

“Great way to say hello to your younger sister,”

“What can I say, I’m amazing like that,”

“Yeah sure. I’m at Incheon airport and you aren’t here,”

“It’s not that far. Anyway how was the flight, you sound tired,”

“Eh alright I guess I’m just a bit exhausted,”

“I see. Well I’ll leave the dorm now to pick you up,”

“Hurry up,”

“Bye,”

Yangyang stares expectantly at Ten, as the latter slowly puts on his shoes and coat.

“Shouldn’t you be faster?”

“I’m going alright, it’s not that far. Why are you so concerned anyway?”

“I just think she’d be mad, I would be definitely mad if you kept me waiting,”

“Sure Yangyang, whatever you say,”

Helping Ten a little, Yangyang opens the door and gently pushes him out of the dorm with a reminder to be quick as Ten strolls down the corridor. Now, Yangyang could play his game with no interruptions from the older members.

“I’m home!” Ten called from the doorway.

That jolts Yangyang. He was fixated on playing his game that he didn’t notice the door open until Ten screeched. Yangyang leaves his room to see a girl trailing behind Ten.

“Getting old already? It’s from hunching at your desk and playing games all day,”

“Huh?”

Yangyang raises his eyebrows at Ten, but soon realises he was rubbing his lower back, as it suddenly felt sore.

“Whatever,”

“Anyway, Yangyang, this is my sister Y/N. Y/N, this is the menace called Yangyang,”

“Nice to meet you,” she says.

Y/N outstretches her hand for him to shake. Her hand is warm in his, and he smiles unconsciously at her. For a few minutes, they stay in that position, maintaining eye contact. They break eye contact once the other members file in to meet her and she’s preoccupied with greeting everyone. Yangyang feels a slight jolt of disappointment but shakes his head to clear his mind. No way did he just feel disappointed that her attention isn’t on him.

The dinner they share is a simple, yet delicious meal, courtesy of Kun.

“If I get to eat like this every day, I might just move in here,” Y/N jokes.

“No objection here,” Yangyang mutters without thinking.

The other members and Y/N stare at him, each with mixed reactions. Yangyang continues eating, not understanding why everyone’s eyes are on him.

“Thank you Y/N. We’d be happy to let you stay, but I think the state this dorm can get into will just drive you away,” Kun replies to break the momentary silence.

“I suppose so,”

The chatter continues. Ten nudges Yangyang’s side with his elbow.

“What was that about?”

“What was what about?”

“The wanting Y/N to stay,”

“I never said that,”

“You definitely did,”

“I did?”

Yangyang looks up from his plate and briefly meets Y/N’s eyes. He hastily averts his eyes to focus on Ten. A small hint of colour rises to his cheeks.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Can we just eat?”

Ten silently agrees but decides to keep his eye on Yangyang.

The next few days pass with nothing significant happening. Just a few tender glances from Yangyang and the occasional brief eye contact between the two.

“Y/N, are you coming with us tonight?” Kun asked.

“What’s happening tonight?”

“Johnny is throwing a party to celebrate Jie’s birthday,”

“Yeah sure, I’ll come,”

Yangyang snaps his head up but looks quickly back at the floor again when he makes eye contact with her. Maybe he would have to change his mind and actually go to the party.

“And you Yangyang?” Kun asks with a knowing smile.

“Definitely,”

Yangyang definitely feels some regret at coming to the party. He lost Y/N to everyone else’s soulmates, so he drank some alcohol. So much for spending some time with her.

The walls appear to be vibing to the upbeat music playing. What is this? A club? Perhaps he drank a bit more than some alcohol.

“Hey, watch it,” a voice slurs.

A body leans against him. He sobers up immediately when he sees who it is.

“Y/N?”

“Oh?” She squints her eyes. “It’s just you,”

“You’re drunk,”

Yangyang gently grabs her wrist to lead her to a more quiet area, which is difficult to find in the bustling area, so he opts for somewhere outside. She sits down on a bench with a pout and Yangyang takes a seat next to her.

“I want to go back,”

“I suppose it was a little selfish of me to take you out here,”

She makes no reply and continues to pout for a few seconds until she settles her eyes on Yangyang’s side profile.

“I wish you were my soulmate,” Y/N announces.

“What makes you think we aren’t?”

Y/N’s eyes widen slightly and seem to become clearer.

“You know,” Yangyang starts, “I have this tattoo. It’s fairly recent; it appeared after we met; and it says your name,”

“Let me tell you a secret. So do I,”

To Y/N, Yangyang’s look of surprise is one of confusion.

“It doesn’t say ‘Y/N’,” she adds hastily, “It says your name: ‘Yangyang’.” She rolls her sleeve up to reveal his name.

The long sleeves make sense now. She likely was too embarrassed to show off his name while at the dorms.

“No, I get that, but I'm just surprised. I didn’t expect the same to happen to you too. Mine’s on my lower back. I didn’t notice until a few days ago,”

“I guess we’re soulmates. I’m glad,” she announces.

“I’m scared,”

“So am I,”

Yangyang wasn’t sure if it’s the alcohol still in his system or if he’s simply going crazy, but their faces seem to inch closer and closer. He stops himself.

“You won’t remember this tomorrow. You might regret it,” he whispers.

“Who says I’m going to regret kissing my soulmate?”

With no hesitation, Y/N firmly presses her lips against his. It’s a short tender kiss, and they move to do it again until they are interrupted.

“I knew it!”

Yangyang wrenches himself as far away from Y/N as possible, who pouts again. She faces the intruder and her eyes widen comically. Curious, Yangyang turns his head around to see Y/N’s brother. Ten. Ten, who’s smirking at the two of them.

“You guys should stop sucking face, they’re singing Happy Birthday in a few minutes,”

“It was only one,” Yangyang mutters.

With one last pointed stare at the pair, Ten walks back inside.

“He kept making suggestions for the two of us to date,” Yangyang admits.

“Did the exact same thing to me. Bet he’s feeling so smug right now,”

“And there’s no way to wipe that smirk of his smug face,”

“We can’t fight it. He was right, and for once, I’m grateful he’s right, so shall we?”

Y/N stands up first to hold out her hand for Yangyang to take. He does so with a grin and they both make their way back to everyone else.

“Your smile is so goofy right now,” Ten whispers to Yangyang as they walk hand in hand.

“You’re goofy.” Too happy to insult his soulmate’s brother, he says the first thing to come to mind.

“I may be goofy, but I’m right. You should thank me for bringing you two together,”

“He’s got a point. Thank you, Ten. I’m glad you forced me to visit you, because I was able to find my soulmate,”

“You’re welcome kiddos. I feel like a proud parent,”

Y/N smiles at her soulmate and he smiles back at her. Yangyang is no longer envious of Ten, for he believes all his waiting and disappointment has been worth it to find: his soulmate Y/N. And he couldn’t be happier.

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stayarmytinyzenmoa-l · 2 years

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I RESPECTFULLY ASK FOR MORE OF SWEET 💥 💳 💥 💳 💥 💳

Are you sure you can handle it, Rose? Proceed with caution.

"Yangyang, please focus" you tapped your pencil against the paper and he nods. "It's not that hard, we'll walk through it together," you continued. You didn't think that it was going to be you doing the tutoring, you kind of assumed that it'd be a joint effort, but you didn't mind this, sometimes teaching is the best way to study.

"So... like this?" He scribbles out a formula and works through it and you nod.

"Exactly! See? Not that hard," you smiled.

"Cool do I get a prize?"

"Huh?"

"Prize? You said I'd get a prize if I got it," he says.

"Did I?" You laughed nervously. You did, like, two weeks ago. You didn't think he'd remember that, you really only said it out of frustration.

"You did," he leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. "Well?"

"I was just an anti-derivative, hardly worthy of a prize," you mumbled.

"Hey! That wasn't the deal," Yangyang argues. "Plus, antiderivatives are hard... They're like... anti-Yangyang."

"You... fine," you groaned. "I'm surprised you remembered it, so I'll let you choose a prize."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah.

"I can choose anything?"

"Go ahead, what, want me to buy you dinner?"

"Actually, I want to buy you dinner."

"Su... Sorry?!"

"It's a date! I'll pick you up at eight!" Yangyang hauls his backpack over his shoulder and runs out of the study room.

"Wait, come back! I didn't say yes yet!"

This wasn't how this was supposed to go. You were supposed to be the one to wow him on a date, now the other way around!

#asks #rose 🌱#wip #sweet!#yangyang x reader #liu yangyang x reader #nct x reader #wayv x reader #not much but i wanted to share anyway lol

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mins-fins · 2 months

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DROP THE CONTROLLER !

episode 0 yangyang gets cussed out by a man.

yangyang is tired.

yangyang is so tired.

if he could create a time machine and go back to the moment he decided he wanted to study mechanical engineering, he would've punched past yangyang right in the face and thrown him out of the window, because what in the world was he thinking?

he truly has no idea why his professors decided to assign him all this work on a friday. friday's are for relaxation, drinking, and oversleeping (at least in ten's words). he wants to do nothing besides sleep, but there's a slight little issue with that.

three days ago, wednesday, he said something along the lines of "yeah sure fortnite friday" after jeno asked if they could play, he wasn't thinking straight he thinks, because why would he agree to that?

yangyang was probably zoning out at the moment, he assumed friday wouldn't have him as tired as it really does, because he can't stand staring at his computer. he's about to smash it to smithereens, probably not the best time to be playing battle royale games.

with the silence currently enveloping his room, yangyang slowly begins drifting off against his will, his head resting against his computer desk.

"yangyang!"

yangyang startles, accidentally hitting his forehead against his desk. he winces, rubbing his forehead. of course he had to keep his headphones on, what an idiot he is.

"what? god, jeno did you have to yell?"

"if i didn't yell you probably would've fallen asleep" his voice conveys rudeness, but jeno is just so inherently nice that he can't even come off as mean no matter how much he tries. "..don't tell me you were actually falling asleep".

"nope, totally wasn't".

"you're horrible at lying, you should work on that".

well well well, donghyuck, though yangyang doesn't hang with him often, sarcasm is truly one of his strong suits. maybe he just found out that he was good at insulting people casually and decided to stick with that for the rest of his life. he is pretty great at insults, yangyang agrees, he didn't exactly take him for a guy who enjoys playing battle royale games but oh well.

"be nice, hyuck".

"what do you mean be nice? that wasn't rude, i was just being honest with your friend here".

"it's.. alright" yangyang readjusts his headphones, clearing his throat. he plays with his necklace, how long has the game been paused for? he doesn't remember, but his character has just been standing still for a while. "can we just play?"

"that's what i've been asking for the past few minutes, yangyang, how tired are you?"

"you could go about it in a sweeter way, donghyuck".

"no thanks!"

yangyang rolls his eyes.

the game is..okay, yangyang is playing worse than he usually did, probably the exhaustion from his absolutely draining week, his head continues falling down, and he has to continue waking himself up because he's probably going to make them lose.

well, it's not his fault for his shitty week.

maybe he shouldn't have agreed to playing today.

"wow pink boy sucks".

now that's a new voice.

yangyang knows the voice is referring to him, because no one else has a character more decked in pink than he does. yangyang isn't new to being insulted over shit like this, so he laughs, a small chuckle, one not meant to be heard.

"wow thanks".

the words leave his mouth before he gives his brain the okay for them to, he leans his chin against his hand, sighing. "not the first time i've heard that".

"aww, my apologies then".

his voice conveys sarcasm, much sarcasm, but yangyang has to admit, his voice is kinda nice. is that a weird thing to think? he hopes it isn't, because that's all that's running through his mind at the moment.

a pretty voiced boy just insulted you.. do you really mind it?

no he doesn't.

wait—

"you don't sound apologetic".

"i don't know what more you want from me, pinkie".

yangyang can't stop the way his lips quirk up at the words, the nickname is so basic, so stupid, but it somehow makes him smile. he almost giggles, yep, giggles, but he resists the urge for once. "i need a tear stained apology from you".

"is that what you deserve?"

"yep".

it's a weird exchange, but yangyang doesn't mind it, he's met weirder people while playing games on a friday night, this guy with a nice voice is just a nice perk.

was a nice perk he could say.

yangyang isn't new to the idea of toxic people, he's heard some not-so-nice things in reference to himself, but they never truly got to him, because he's unfortunately said some not-so-nice things to other people.

"oh i destroyed you".

he's proud of himself, obviously, winning a game in his tired, overworked state. it's not like yangyang was bad at games or anything, he was just doing horribly tonight, this was like, his only win.

"that was just dumb luck".

"that sounds like an excuse".

yangyang snorts to himself, this pretty voiced boy is just a little mean, but yangyang still likes his voice, it scratches his ears just perfectly.

okay now that does sound creepy, if he were to say that out loud, ten would never let him live it down.

"oh you think that's so funny you—"

and the boy just continues and continues and continues, saying just some of the meanest things he can think of. yangyang has to be honest, he admires the dedication of this pretty voiced boy to use every cuss word in the book.

he's going a bit overboard, so yangyang takes off his headphones and turns off his computer. he doesn't leave the game, he doesn't even say goodbye, just turns off his computer.

why was that kinda hot?

wait WHAT?

oh yangyang is a lost cause.

ISA ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) if you ignore how HORRIBLE this is than you can probably just kinda smile and love liu yangyang 😊 i am going to TRY my best to update every saturday but obviously i have things going on that might prevent me from doing so (i.e moving, school, work, etc) but i will still try so dont give up on me yet okay bye 😿⁭

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000ceanus · 1 year

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Texts with Boyfriend!Yangyang

Pairing: Liu Yangyang x gn!reader

Genre/s: Fluff, suggestive

TW: none c: (if there is, please let me know.)

A/N: This is purely self-indulgent ^-^

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teasteeper · 21 days

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street fighter bf!yangyang

pairing: street fighter!yangyang x f!reader

genre: fluff, smut 18+ mdni

warnings: blood and injury, violence, drug use, weed, oral (f receiving), pinv

street fighter bf!yangyang who's such a tryhard. he's the youngest and rowdiest fighter, hopped up on adrenaline with no regard for his safety, taking on anyone at any time. he feels best when he's covered in blood, stimulants buzzing in his system and his hands numb from his unrelenting punches. which is why he wants you there - he invites you to every fight so he can seek you out in the crowd right after he's done. cups your face in his shaky hands and pulls you in for a deep kiss, the metallic taste of his blood on your tongue. loves the way it stains your teeth and tints your lips red, laughing when you try to wipe it away and stain your fingers instead. he just can’t control himself, particularly around you, managing to drive home for about two minutes before pulling onto a quiet side street and telling you to get in the backseat. “you’re still bleeding” you whine out to him, pressing your knees together. “and?” you watch him push your legs apart and flip your skirt up, tugging your panties to the side with his bruised fingers before dipping his head down and lapping at your pussy. he’s still high and sloppy, drool and blood dripping from his broken nose making a mess between your thighs.

street fighter bf!yangyang who only feels safe with you. behind the cocky, blood hungry street fighter is a kid who was forced to grow up too fast, swept away by the violence and drugs and money of it all. when he’s with you he doesn’t have to act tough or put on a straight face. so he loves your softness and femininity, spending his free time driving you around, paying for your sweet vanilla lattes and new mini skirts and makeup. he wants to provide for someone with the dumb amount of money he has from beating people up, and he thinks you deserve it more than anyone. he sits patiently as you put pink hair dye in his hair and paint his nails black, brows furrowing and getting serious when it’s his turn to paint your nails, muttering curses when he gets polish on your skin. he smokes weed instead of popping uppers when he’s with you, feeling the stress leave his body as he lazes back on your bed, watching your manicured fingers ghost over his bare abdomen. you trace the dark bruises on his pale skin that nearly cover him completely, from the dark ring around his eye to his broken ribs, “does it hurt?” “what, that?” he looks down at his wounds as if seeing them for the first time before looking up with a dopey lopsided smile, “i don’t feel a thing”

street fighter bf!yangyang who sees every man as a threat. takes protecting you too far, ready to maim anyone who comes close enough. he has half a mind to lead you out of the club with a hand on your lower back, ushering you into the passenger seat of his car before turning around and shoving past the bouncer. all you can do is stare silently when he comes back ten minutes later, blood splattered on his white shirt and his knuckles raw.

street fighter bf!yangyang who isn't as careful with his drugs as hendery is. he knows the older street fighter doesn't let his girl anywhere near that shit (hendery's words), but yangyang doesn't think of the long term consequences. getting high makes him feel okay, and it makes you silly and soft, malleable in his hands. both your pupils blown wide, skin glowing with sweat. his thrusts are slow and sloppy as you squirm restlessly under him, catching your jaw in his bruised fingers so he can see your fucked out expression. "look at me when i fuck you" he's slurring, and you're both so gone, feeling a soft smack on your cheek that makes you flutter your eyes open. his heart swells at how clingy you get, tugging on his hair and pouting your lips for a kiss, broken whines caught in your throat. "hi, baby" he pushes two fingers past your lips, something to suck on so you stay awake, "s'okay. you're okay. i'll fix it, baby. i got you"

#౨ৎ street fighter diaries #street fighter!yy #yangyang #liu yangyang #wayv #nct #yangyang smut #yangyang x reader #yangyang x you #wayv smut #nct smut #wayv hard hours #wayv hard thoughts #nct hard hours #nct hard thoughts #mine

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rainbowhao · 4 months

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spilled secrets ♡ yangyang

genre: fluff ⭒ word count: 0.5k

“how come you’re always hugging him?”

yangyang’s comment takes you by surprise. he raises his eyebrows in question, pink lips pursed as he sips his milk tea. you glance toward the entrance of the cafe; you can see ten’s retreating figure through the window, heading back to practice after a quick lunch.

“are you jealous?” you joke.

he responds all too casually, “yeah.”

your eyes widen. “you like ten?”

yangyang chokes, boba nearly getting stuck in his throat at your ridiculous words. he lets out several loud coughs, cheeks turning red before eventually catching his breath. his hand slams down on the small table while looking up at you, eyes nearly covered by his overgrown bangs.

“what did you just say?” he says incredulously. you’re getting ready to repeat yourself when he bursts into laughter, mouth widening to reveal the gummy smile you adore. “are you serious?” he asks a moment later, taking another hesitant sip of his drink—for all yangyang knows, you’ll be telling him xiaojun’s in love with him next; that’ll really make him snort it out his nose.

you lean back in your seat, head tilting. “i’m confused. didn’t you say you’re jealous? wait—were you just being sarcastic?” you mentally face-palm. you should have figured he was messing around. for all the years you’d known each other, the word sincerity had never been in your best friend’s vocabulary.

this only has yangyang giggling harder. “you’re really dumb, huh?” his tone is gentler than you expect. now he’s insulting you? in a cute way? what the hell were you missing?

the next several minutes are spent in deep contemplation while the two of you finish your drinks. he leads you out the building with his arm wrapped around your shoulder, muttering about you owing him compensation for nearly choking to death.

“don’t talk like that around ten.” he brings a hand up to shield his eyes from the sun. “he’ll lose his shit.” he’s grown out his hair at your request, blonde strands matching the pastel shirt he wears today. you reach into your jean pocket, pulling out your sunglasses before offering them to him with a smile.

“weren’t you the one who insinuated it?”

“nope.” he shakes his head. “i’m jealous of you, babe. get it now?” he bites his lip, glancing at you nervously. his arm still hangs on your shoulder, fingers brushing your skin as you walk. your glasses now rest on the tip of his nose. subtlety doesn’t work on you—that much is clear—so screw it. he was tired of dancing around the fact he likes you anyway.

“you’re kind of hugging me right now though, aren’t you?”

he hums, lips tugging in amusement. “i want more than this, though.”

“like what?” your gently push your elbow into his side, directing him further to the side when you hear a car approaching from behind.

“how about we go on a date?” any cheekiness is gone now. his fingertips graze your collarbone. he continues when you don’t immediately respond. “i’m being serious. let me take you out.”

this is a plot twist you're not expecting; somehow the idea of yangyang liking his group mate was more believable than him secretly crushing on you. the unexpected revelation of his true feelings has your heart racing, but even so, you still can't help but ask, “are you paying?”

#yangyang #wayv #nct #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct x reader #nct fluff #nct drabbles #nct fanfic #yangyang imagines #yangyang scenarios #yangyang fluff #liu yangyang #wayv imagines #wayv scenarios #wayv fluff #nct fic

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rjunswrld · 11 months

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give you what you want.

yangyang x thick POC! reader

soft dom! yangyang, oral fixation, oral (receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink, needy reader & yangyang (ofc), bratty reader, possessive yangyang

“more! wan’ more!” you gripped onto his hair as he pulled you down lower on his face feeling his mouth latch onto your cunt with his tongue flicking over your clit repeatedly, giving your ass such harsh slaps and making you whine loudly with your body shaking he couldn't help but admire. you were grinding down on his tongue reaching for your third orgasm already dismissing the overstimulation that filled your hypersensitive nub proceeding to have your way with his tongue— and the male below you let you use him for your liking.

you were spoiled by yangyang, so fucking spoiled. he could go on for hours with you using him like this, watching you enjoy yourself on him was all that he needed.

he gave you everything and anything, he made you want him so bad desperately getting whatever you wanted from him as he sat back watching you crumble all over him, knowing he was so good at what he does to please you he grew cocky from it-you relied on yangyang to make you cum whenever and wherever as many times as you wanted, he'd happily give in granting all your wishes. he liked it this way he wanted to be wanted by you and only you- he worshiped you only aiming to please you in any way he possibly could. yangyang does so much for you, he just wants to be your only one.

he's a giver, a huge giver when it came to you and it was only in his nature- nothing made him happier than seeing you happy especially when he is the one who gave that to you, the one who made you feel at your best.

"come on baby, cum for me.."

his voice was muffled, vibrating against you feeling the warmth of his breath radiating on your cunt as he attached his lips around your engorged bud sucking onto it and letting his tongue lick you head on resulting you to shake uncontrollably with squeals and blabber falling past your lips, his tongue never coming to a halt flicking over you repeatedly sending those delicious shockwaves through your body that you couldn't control. your chest heaving as he gripped tightly on your thighs that were placed beside his head keeping you down on him, slapping them occasionally before squeezing onto them. "w-wanna cum yangyang! make me cum!" you panted feeling him smirk against you as he eyed you from under, loving the view that only he was able to see from you.

so cum worthy he could feel his dick aching in his sweats but he refused to be distracted by his needs; you came first no matter how long it took it was his rule and what he believed in regardless. he proceeded to attack your clit with breathless moans of profanities coming from you, gripping onto your boob with your free hand as you threw your head back in such satisfaction of your boyfriend pleasing you so perfectly.

"please please just like that-" feverishly, feeling your thighs tremble around his head with his hands gliding up the sides of your shimmering body slowly as he focused on your face that contorted into a blissful and pleasurable expression, you looked so fucking sexy like this. he reached for your hand that groped over your boob, interlocking them together as you began rocking your hips over him. his nose brushing against your clit repeatedly making you clench around nothing, shivering with squeals of his name coming from you. moaning towards the ceiling with your head thrown back increasing your pace as he rested his tongue against you to ride making such a mess on him.

"m’cumming!"

you groaned feeling yourself erupt against his wet muscle, clenching and unclenching repeatedly as your hips twitched with loud moans and whines filling in for the decreasing noise of the bed squeaking slightly. you rode out your climax completely fucked out and too sensitive to have another you removed yourself from around his head to lay down next to the male whose face glistened with your aftermath of intense orgasms back to back.. he loved being such a mess because of you.

"aw, baby you're done already?"

"t-tired.."

you were dazed and too worn out to even think of another orgasm. your light panting and eyes fighting to stay open you stared up at the ceiling letting the cool air cool you down blowing directly on the sweat laying against your hairline. you felt so good and completely on cloud9 you were sure you were gonna get a good night's rest tonight, but since you had your turn.. it's only fair for yangyang to have a turn right?

"i'll take care of you, baby.. let me take care of you.."

he whispered gripping your jaw to place a sloppy wet kiss on your lips that you immediately accepted, tasting yourself on him as his tongue swirled around yours with your hand tangled in his disheveled hair to bring him closer to you. he positioned himself between your legs feeling your body pressed up against his he reached for your thigh, hooking it around his waist as he began grinding down his clothed cock over your sensitive cunt that continued to leak for him. "i'll do all the work, you just lay there and look pretty okay?" he smirked as you nodded tiredly with a smile creeping up on your flustered face. you closed your eyes as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before rising from your embrace to undo his sweats, and with the lack of underwear, he didn't have to undress himself any further.

he spread your legs for him making you look up at the male who was once under you, stroking his cock as he bit his lip checking you out slowly taking in your beauty as your eyes glistened at him swearing he saw sparkles at the locked eye contact you both shared.

he bit his lip as he aligned himself with your hole by core memory with his eyes refusing to leave yours, rubbing his leaking tip along your wetness sharing and mixing your essence making you whimper softly at the sensitivity your cunt was filled with. "shh, baby i got you.." you nodded sheepishly as he pushed himself into your hole sucking him inside he couldn't help but moan at the warmth of you, being sucked deeper and deeper into you he watched himself disappear with the squelching sound of your pussy eating him up.

"mm always feel so good.." he grunted pushing the rest of himself in until he bottomed out, feeling your hole flutter around him letting little noises escape you as he leaned down kissing your jaw whilst rolling his hips and feeling his dick move deeper into you. you moaned feeling his tongue run along your neck up to your ear, running over the many piercings you couldn't help but shudder. "fuck me already"

you whined out feeling him chuckle into your neck, pulling away to push one of your thighs up against your body before thrusting into you. you gripped onto the sheets feeling him thrust in and out of you picking up the pace little by little, moaning out at how good he made you feel.

"anything for you lovely"

he threw your leg over his shoulder gripping onto your hips to meet his thrust leaving you a breathless mess, tiddies bouncing at every harsh movement with incoherent blabbering coming from you. he reached to rub your clit feeling your body fall into that same bottomless pit of pleasure, clenching onto him keeping him locked inside to use him till you came, he couldn't help but whimper fucking into you at an animalistic pace.

"pussy all fucking mine"

he was on edge already feeling his orgasm creep up on him, after the long wait of dying to be inside of you he couldn't help it that he was so close to cumming already, with no thoughts in mind.

"please, please! wanna cum!" you whined feeling his thumb rub around your clit faster with his thrusts keeping an unbelievable pace driving you completely crazy. drilling his dick into you, rearranging your guts making you cry out as you felt yourself come undone on his cock, crying and panting heavily as he knocked the air out of your lungs.

"fuck yeah baby" he panted keeping his harsh grip on your thighs now chasing his high.

"gonna give all of me to you, gonna fill you up so g-good-" with a few harsh thrusts, he felt himself cumming deep into you, slamming his hips slowly into you letting out a long dragged out 'fuck' with his eyes rolled in the back of his head, his brows furrowed, and mouth parted.. he felt so fucking good because of you. all because of you.

"full.."

you whined out feeling yourself grow weaker and weaker, with no use in fighting sleep as he sighed in pure relaxation pulling out slowly keeping his eyes glued to your abused cunt- this was his favorite part, the part where he got to watch his nut slip out of you. gushing out only to slip down onto the mattress, your hole clenching trying to keep him inside he couldn't help but moan at how delicious your pretty pussy looked right now-a drooling sight to say the least.

“my pretty baby."

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