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kieonu · 7 months

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boyfie! yuta okkotsu x cosplayer! reader

gender-neutral reader

category: sfw, fluff(?), yuta's a very supportive bf !!

cw: none !!

boyfie! yuta who was surprised when you told him you're a cosplayer. he just came over to your place one day in the early stages of your relationship, unannounced, and had a question mark on his head when you opened the door in full cosplay

boyfie! yuta who admires and compliments you every time you cosplay. sparkles and hearts fill his eyes as he watches you parade around your place in cosplay. he wonders how he's gotten such an attractive s/o

boyfie! yuta who learns the rules of photography to assist you in taking your cosplay photos. he's willing to do whatever it takes to help you get the shots you like ! even if it does make him look silly in public (he's definitely feeling embarrassed), but it's worth it !!

boyfie! yuta who works on creating small photoshoot sets for you. he works as if he's getting paid for quality work and not by the hour. wanna do a simple underwater shoot for just your upper body? he's got you. he's watched enough cosplay tip videos beforehand just for this. although this, there are some times where he physically cannot create an entire set for you, so he'll contribute to renting out a studio just for these shoots !!

boyfie! yuta who gets jealous easily. after the first few times you've cosplayed a couple with another cosplayer, his heart couldn't handle it anymore. he then offered to cosplay couples with you !! he'll cosplay no matter the character and costume details (need me someone like this </3)

boyfie! yuta who feels awkward posing as a couple in character whilst getting photos taken. he eventually warms up and gets used to taking photos, though he's still very shy

boyfie! yuta always attends conventions and cosplay events with you. he's there to hold whatever you purchase (he's your #1 gofer) and have whatever you need. water? of course he's got it. a piece of your costume keeps slipping? he's got tape for a quick fix !! a solo cosplayer wants to take a photo with you? he'll take the photo !! truly the best support boyfriend ever

boyfie! yuta who's eyes widen and feels a little sense of panic when someone asks him for a photo. his nerves calm and agrees when he sees you smile at him, encouraging him to take the photo. if they ask him for his socials (most likely to tag him in the photo once they post it later), he'll give them your social. he's gotta support his partner as much as he can, even if it means giving people a different person's social. close enough though, right?

boyfie! yuta who would slip away while you're in the bathroom at the convention to buy something you were eyeing earlier. he then runs back to the bathroom just so you don't suspect him to have wandered off

"why are you breathing so heavily?"

"it got a little hot here earlier as a large wave of people walked by. it seems to have calmed down though so no worries ("⌒▽⌒) ". totally not because he ran across the cramped artist alley, nooooo.. he would give you what he bought you when you guys get home and have a little haul for the day. he'd also be just as excited over the things you bought

boyfie! yuta who walks behind you to make sure no creeps try to take weird photos of you as they pass by. don't worry about him getting lost though, he's holding your hand :D. for a pretty shy guy, he likes to hold your hand in public to show that you already have a lover and anyone else can back off

boyfie! yuta who secretly takes photos of you while walking or when you're staring off somewhere after the convention. walking to a restaurant nearby? he's snapped a photo of you. your resting on the railing on a balcony? he took the perfect photo that he'll later set as his lockscreen

boyfie! yuta who loves his s/o so much and would do anything for them. he loves supporting you in anything you do !!

nsfw edition here

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juyeoniemyhoney · 2 years

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dreaming of you

A dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep. And apparently you subconsciously want to kiss Wonwoo.

pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader

genre: fluff, sort of strangers to lovers but more like acquaintances to lovers, college au, basically no plot.... just Wonwoo brainrot......

warnings: kissing, making out, wonwoo brainrot with ZERO plot, mentions of sexual assault, y/n is handsy af

word count: 3453 words

A/N: okay.... i know it's been like ten million years but a lot has happened in my life and school has just been an absolute ass and i know this isn't rent a boyfie but i dreamt the exact dream that y/n dreamt in this story and was down so bad for wonwoo after the dream so i had to write it all down so here it is!! hope you guys enjoy it and thank you always for your support for what i do<3

Perhaps it is because it is something you've wanted all your life, or maybe it is because you are so painfully without it that your unconscious brain begins to want it, or maybe it is a foreshadowing of what is to happen in your life. But you— of all the people you know— dream of Jeon Wonwoo.

You barely even know him, have barely even said a sentence to him since the first time you met him six months ago. He is quiet and distant and a little spacey. And you are exactly like him. Hence why neither of you have really said anything to each other. The only time you said anything to him was when you dropped your phone in front of him at the freshman's orientation and he muttered the softest 'yikes' before hastily turning his head when he'd realised you heard him.

Which could possibly be a reason as to why you dream of him in the first place. Secretly, you have been wanting to talk to Wonwoo for some time now. You've observed him for a while and have deduced that you and Wonwoo would be good friends. He likes to read, seeing as how he always whips out a book at every moment he can. He seems to like music, an earphone always plugged into one of his ears when you see him walking down the hallway, or when you see him sitting at that secluded bench that he seems to like so much. Most of all, Wonwoo seems like the nicest guy ever. He's quiet and soft-spoken but you've seen him with his friends, who are significantly louder and rowdier than him, and he always seems to be looking at them with unadulterated affection. Plus, he's friends with Mingyu so you already know he's not a bad person.

Which gives you four reasons as to why you would like to get to know Wonwoo.

The only reason why you haven't approached Wonwoo is because that man is godly. Wonwoo is so attractive, every time you muster up some form of courage to approach him, you lose all your wits about you, tongue tying, thoughts leaving your mind like steam leaves boiling water, abandoning mission before you can even take more than five steps in his direction. It's unfathomable how much of an impact Wonwoo's sparkly almond-shaped eyes have on you, how much of an impact his gentle gaze has on you, how much of an impact his mere presence has on you. Pretty people scare you and because Wonwoo has surpassed the worldly level of pretty, you have yet to talk to him.

And the dream only makes it worse because of what the two of you did.

It's not like you even did anything sexual at all. All you did really was hug and kiss Wonwoo. And yet, you had awoken with a start, lips tingling, breaths heavy, like it had been real, flushing such a deep crimson it took more than five minutes for your cheeks and neck to return to normal. The worst part is that it's been weeks since you've had that dream and you haven't been able to stop thinking about it for forever. It's like it's been engraved into your brain with a knife or a needle and your thoughts decide to replay the vivid dream every so often at random moments in the day.

And it's not like you haven't kissed anyone or hugged someone of the opposite gender in your life. You don't even know what it is! It's just a hug and a kiss.... But, you suppose, it is with Wonwoo. And maybe, that is what it is. Because it'd felt real, the warmth of his chest against your cheek, his bottom lip between yours, his nose rubbing against your own, his lithe fingers against the nape of your neck, warm palms burning holes into the skin of your cheek and waist. And then, when you'd pulled away, Wonwoo had given you a sweet smile before leaning back in to kiss you again.

So, yes. You have developed a little bit of a crush on Wonwoo because of a dream you had. Sounds superficial and stupid and utterly unbelievable if you were to tell anyone about it. Which is why you do exactly that— tell not a single soul. You thought it would be easy, but you somehow forget that you cannot keep anything to yourself for the life of you. So, you tell Mingyu.

You met your friend from secondary school on campus yesterday, spilling your guts to him about how you kind of have a thing for Wonwoo because of a damn dream you had where the two of you kissed and hugged. And you swear to the lord jesus christ, you sounded like a damn child who hasn't kissed anyone, and Mingyu was definitely trying his hardest to hold his laughter in while you confided in him by telling him about your hardest struggle at the moment.

Mingyu, ever the shitty friend, simply told you to tell Wonwoo. And you swear you almost disowned him as a friend right there and then. When Wonwoo approaches you after class the next day, your immediate thought is that you should have.

It’s a normal day, or at least, as normal as it has been since you’d had that dream. Your lecture goes on for hours and you try your best to listen as always and fail, as always. Nothing seems amiss, everything seems to be in order. And for a second, you sigh in relief. Now that you had confided in Mingyu, you feel worlds lighter, especially because he laughed in your face which made you realise that you freaking out over this dream was something dumb and stupid.

It feels like you’re finally winning. The past few weeks have been horrible and drab and boring. But today, you feel like your life is finally getting a little bit better. All you have to do is get past this lecture and you have the rest of the day to yourself where you can finally finish that book and drink a hot cup of tea and eat junk food and just relax.

“Y/N!” someone calls after you as you step out of the lecture hall. You sigh and stop in your tracks, mood spoiled tremendously as you grumble under your breath and turn around to face whoever this idiotic classmate of yours is.

It takes you a second to realise that it’s Wonwoo who’s calling out to you, stuck behind multiple students as he tries his best to push past them up the stairs to catch up to you. He grunts as he jumps over the rows of cadet seating in the lecture theatre, ignoring the displeased grumbles and disapproving glances of your classmates as he jumps from row to row, long legs coming in handy before he finally jumps down from the tables and lands right in front of you.

“Wonwoo?” you question, moving out of the way of students and gently holding Wonwoo’s elbow to steer him away from the crowd with you. The two of you get pushed around and shoved by the bustle of students trying to get out of the hall and when the two of you do finally get out of that godforsaken hall, Wonwoo’s hands are on your shoulders, guiding you about the crowd as your feet stumble to try and follow Wonwoo’s directions.

“Let’s go and talk somewhere else,” he says quietly, and it doesn’t even register in your head before you are meekly nodding and walking forward with a gentle push from Wonwoo.

The realisation hits you only as the two of you seem to be shoving your way towards Wonwoo’s bench. It is only then that you realise that Wonwoo’s warm palms are against the curve of your shoulders, the warmth of his chest hot against your back, his breath tickling the shell of your ear as he guides you gently through the crowd. You break out into a furious blush, as instant as someone with a severe peanut allergy breaking out into a rash after eating peanuts, the flush so red and deep it runs up to the tips of your ears and down your neck to your sternum, so rampant and furious it prickles your scalp and makes the tips of your fingers tingle. Wonwoo’s hands feel just like they had felt in your dream, and you remember the way he breathed, imagining the breaths caressing your ear were instead, against the plush of your lips, hot and quick, like even his lungs cannot bear to hold back its excitement.

From there, you begin to shut down, almost like the hot blush is melting your brain and you have the urge to dunk your face in ice cold water to soothe the swell. Nothing even registers anymore, you just follow Wonwoo as he pushes you along the corridors, making turns like he’s driving a car and you are the steering wheel. Even when the two of you get to his favourite bench, you do not even sit down. Wonwoo has to turn you around to face him and gently press down on your shoulders to get you to sit down. You have never wanted to die more.

“Y/N, are you okay?” he asks as he takes his seat next to you on the bench. No, you are not okay. But Wonwoo doesn’t need to know that.

“Yes,” you say robotically. In your head, you are beating yourself up for being the most awkward person to have ever walked the earth. Your love-addled brain urges you to tell him about the dream, your conscious screeches and refuses. You, in between the fight between your conscious and your subconscious, sit dazed and confused, utterly unable to say a word as the two battle it out.

Somehow, in your stupor, you manage to question a few things. The first question you ask is: why on earth does Wonwoo want to talk to you? He hasn’t talked to you before, not really at least. And it’s not like he’s ever really made the effort to talk to you the past six months. Your suspicions begin to rise. Mingyu definitely said something to him.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Wonwoo asks again, trying to find your gaze. You don’t meet his gaze, afraid of him seeing the heat of your cheeks but Wonwoo, the type of person to be concerned for people he has never met before, persists, the back of his hand coming up to your forehead in an attempt to feel for your temperature.

“Maybe we should get you in a cooler place,” Wonwoo suggests when he feels the heat of your forehead. He thinks it’s a fever, but you know it is just the raging blush that refuses to subside. How does Wonwoo have this effect on you?

“I’m okay, Wonwoo, really,” you insist, hand instinctively coming up to hold his forearm to prevent him from getting up. You swear, the sheer amount of times you have been touching him is unacceptable. Wonwoo should be uncomfortable or should be shrugging you off or should be screaming for help because at this point, this is borderline sexual assault. Also, if Wonwoo touches you one more time, you swear you are going to jump him and reenact that godforsaken dream.

“Are you su—?”

“Did Mingyu tell you something?” you mumble out in a speed akin to a rapper. Wonwoo only can look at you quizzically before the realisation brightens his eyes. You take a quick glance at him while he is staring off in thought but whip your gaze back to your shoes when he turns back to you.

“He told me about a dream,” Wonwoo reveals with a lilt in his voice, sounding almost amused. You chance a glance at Wonwoo, embarrassed but too curious to not know what his facial expression is like. Wonwoo seems to be smiling, bemused or happy or awkward, you don’t know.

You don’t know what it is, you suppose it is the realisation that you can’t run away from Wonwoo anymore, but your mind clears. Or maybe it is the pure white rage that you feel towards Mingyu. Seriously, he is a dead man when you manage to run away from Wonwoo. But you think he knows you better than you thought, sitting as though he is ready to get up and run after you should you bolt. Or maybe Wonwoo wants to run away too, so horrified and put off by the prospect of your dream he wants to get as far away from you as possible.

“Did he tell you everything?” you ask with a wince, far too embarrassed to even glance up at Wonwoo anymore. The dream begins to replay in your mind. Every feeling and touch tingles at the respective appendages, your hands, waist, cheeks, neck, and lips, almost like he is touching you right in this moment. The reducing blush comes back like a storm, red flushing all the way down to the base of your neck.

Oh, but you would be lying if you haven’t been praying to every god ever known for him to just kiss you right here and now. You would give anything for Wonwoo to just cup your cheeks and slant his lips against yours and for the two of you to just kiss and hug and be in love on this bench under the warm sunlight of a petering out summer.

“He didn’t tell me everything at first,” Wonwoo says, before confessing, “I forced him to tell me everything after he let it slip that you dreamt a dream similar to mine.”

You don’t fully grasp it at first, but Wonwoo patiently and gently explains to you about how he came to know of your embarrassing dream of him.

It seems that only an hour after you spilled your guts to Mingyu, he and Wonwoo had met up to get dinner, where Wonwoo started to tell Mingyu about his own dream, which, according to Mingyu, was creepily identical to yours. And Mingyu, who is not only a traitor but also utterly misunderstood, thinks that you and Wonwoo are playing a prank on him.

“He thought we were playing a prank on him?” you let out in disbelief, so exasperated by Mingyu’s thought process you cannot bear to keep it in. Wonwoo lets out a hearty laugh and though your mind should be focussed on planning Mingyu’s demise, your heart inflates a little, his laugh so adorable even your body has to express it.

“Yeah!” Wonwoo exclaims in between his chuckles, “He said, and I quote ‘That’s exactly what Y/N said! What are you two planning?’”

Wonwoo attempts a Mingyu impersonation while relaying to you Mingyu’s words, facial expression animated and voice tweaked to sound and emote exactly like how Mingyu does.

“Woah, wait. That was a really good Mingyu impersonation. I thought you were him for a moment,” you joke in faux-seriousness, expression dropping to a poker face from a laugh to express how good of an impersonation Wonwoo just did. Wonwoo, while laughing, stands up to bow for his crowd of one, smiling and laughing and waving to an imaginary crowd like he’d just finished a performance.

“Thank you very much,” Wonwoo says as he begins to sit down, decidedly done with his act. “But yeah, after he said that I kinda forced him to tell me everything you said,” Wonwoo continues after his and your laughter died down.

“So is it identical like Mingyu said?” you ask, becoming increasingly curious yourself. A million questions begin to run through your head. So, did Wonwoo dream of us kissing too? And if he did, how did he feel? Did he like the idea of it? Was he absolutely appalled by the idea? Does he want to kiss me now? Because I don’t mind if he does.

Wonwoo remains silent for a while and the silence absolutely unnerves you. You glance up at him to gauge his facial expression, if he doesn’t want to talk about it and you’ve pried or if he doesn’t like the idea of it and is trying not to show it because Wonwoo is just the nicest man ever.

That thought makes you do a double take. Jeon Wonwoo is the nicest man to ever exist. How on earth could it be that someone like Jeon Wonwoo is without a girlfriend? Oh god. Wonwoo must have a girlfriend and you’ve made him uncomfortable and he feels like he’s cheated on his girlfriend because of that dream and now he doesn’t even want to be friends with you because it just reminds him of his subconscious infidelity.

What you don’t expect is for Wonwoo to be blushing. You do a double take, just to make sure your eyes are not projecting your ideal Wonwoo reaction and that he is actually blushing and not just red with anger or something else bad.

“Wonwoo?”

“Someone once told me,” Wonwoo starts, ignoring the sweet sound of your voice calling his name. “That if you dream about someone, it means they’re thinking about you.”

“I only realised it was real when I found out you dreamt about me.”

Wonwoo’s words come out half in stutters and half in mumbled, incoherent words that you would normally miss. It is an amazing thing, then, that you are hyper focused on him, utterly and completely taken by the adorable sight of Wonwoo’s red cheeks, with his hand lamely covering his face like if you were to look at him more, it would only deepen his blush.

With his words, you cannot help but grin so wide your face almost splits in half. Wonwoo thinks about you? Since when? And how often? You feel your heart soar, like Wonwoo’s words had flown into your chest cavity through your ears and sprouted wings at each side of your heart.

“Wonwoo, are you trying to say that you think about me?”

Your bashfulness is long forgotten in the presence of Wonwoo’s shyness. He’s too cute and too shy. You have to initiate something or you’ll regret and the two of you will go back to being awkward, not knowing whether to say hi when you chance upon each other in the corridors and the countless awkward moments you have approached him, only to not say a word and running away before Wonwoo can even notice you.

You open your mouth to say something but Wonwoo stands up abruptly, both hands on his face now as his lithe and long fingers cover his pink cheeks completely.

Before Wonwoo can manage to run away, you stop him with a hand on his forearm. Wonwoo is obedient and stops in his tracks but he refuses to turn around, so you circle him and stand in front of him.

“Now, Wonwoo, where are you going?” you ask slyly, hands coming up to pry his own from his blushing face.

“We still have to find out if our dreams were identical,” you continue, guiding Wonwoo’s hands to where they were in your dream, one on your waist and one at the nape of your neck. Your hands interlock behind Wonwoo’s neck and you pull yourself flush against him and you swear you hope you’re doing the right thing and not entirely violating every single boundary ever and you pray that Wonwoo wants this as much as you do because if he doesn’t, you’re surrendering yourself to the local police station for sexual assault.

But you don’t have a doubt in your mind when Wonwoo, cheeks and ears redder than red, leans in and slants his warm mouth against yours, thumb against your cheek, fingers sweeping the hair at the nape of your neck, warm breath caressing your cheek. You swear you malfunction for a while, hands and lips moving solely on instinct. But then Wonwoo trails his fingers up your spine, electricity runs up your back and to your heart and you feel it swell with so much love you swear you can propose to Wonwoo right in this moment.

When Wonwoo pulls away, mind finally found, you lean back in to recapture his lips and he almost gives in but a niggle at the back of his brain stops him short.

“Wait,” he says, stopping you from closing in just shy of his lips.

“So does this mean that you think about me too?”

You smile, press your lips against his and pull away, saying, “Oh Wonwoo, I more than think about you.”

A pause and Wonwoo frowns. Your smile only widens as your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I dream of you.”

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suashii · 7 months

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boyfie was an angel listening to me rant about all the shit going down 2day :3 now we’re renting the corpse bride but first we’re gonna bake some brownies !!

#☁︎ manon's mind #packing up a brownie square for everyone #especially my jjk and bsd lovers #we will persevere my friends!#omg it’s bokuto’s bday too #i’ve been trying to focus on that instead of all the other fandom stuff lol #my favorite himbo heh

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yxstxrdrxxm · 4 months

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To make things easier, @leftdestiny-posts, the one who published (?) the news is charlotte from steambird

ANYWAY! My gosh?? Why in the world are we all renting boyfie/s when there's a serial murder happening right at this moment 😭 (it's kinda funny when you think abt it lol)

- 🍀 anon

Psssst Shiro :>

#💌 ;; messenger writes #💌 ;; promising letter: one last call #💌 ;; a letter from: 🍀 anon

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here2bbtstrash · 1 year

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M the shape of your body lives rent free in my mind constantly 😩😩 I’m literally allergic to alcohol I can’t drink more than a glass of wine without getting hives but I want nothing more than to down glass after glass of Prosecco w Jimin and make out on his couch lol

oh my god 🫠🫠🫠🫠 honestly same bestie... wine often gives me headaches but like....... would do it for jiminie!!!!! we can sub sparkling cider it's fine it's fine 🙈 i rly have such a crush on that jimin sometimes i get mad at myself that hE'S NOT REAL heuidrkgjldfg where is my soft lush romantic dancer boyfie HUH !!!!! 💜

#anonymous #mbox 📮#fic review #the shape of your body

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onlyseokmins · 2 years

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i bequeath upon you a shitty ss from gose piece from my vernon folder because college bf! vernon lives rent free in my head

literally imagine having someone like him around in college. someone to have cute dates with, someone to study with, someone to walk to and from classes with. just someone who you can sit with throughout the highs and lows of college. i’m just *head in my hands* he’s just so cute and goofy and he would make little playlists for you you listen to while you study and he would hold your hand tight as you walk through campus at night especially in the winter months when the sun sets ultra early. or if you have late classes. *cries in having a 6-9pm lab this semester* he’d lend you his beanies and share earbuds and buy you both food for cram sessions and check up on you to make sure you don’t stay up too too late writing that essay for your final and i’m rambling at this point i have better and more cohesive thoughts about this i promise </3 he’s just been living in my head rent free like this for like three days now send help </333

oh yeah i’m up at like. 4 am because i majorly messed myself up with caffeine and it’s doing numbers to my anxiety. anyways good morning 🥰

I am v soft for this idea as I picture viewing the sunset over campus holding Vernon's hands 🥹 also I'll be ur vernon and bonk ur head when u stay up too late doing essays 👁 and crying bc 6-9 classes really do be the worst bestie </3 😔 may this semester go fast and painless for you, manifesting a cute, v boyfie vern in ur future

#Just snatch him at the concert problem solved hdkskalaa #ILY and hope u can rest tn 👁#xanthe 💙#Carat-cakes #ez.mootz #ez.inbox

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kmp78 · 24 days

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https://www.facebook.com/stories/1242582342513902/UzpfSVNDOjEzNDMxNDY5OTA0MTI4NjQ=/?view_single=1&source=shared_permalink

6am call time 🤷‍♀️ Poor GTGT she got to work

That rent ain't gonna pay for itself! 🤷🏼‍♀️

And boyfie ain't likely to help out either... 😭

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ar-gos · 5 months

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Mkay so me and the boyfie have decided for his health we gotta go sooner than expected so I have 1 year to clear up my debt and get a couple thousand saved. I'm gonna go ahead and move in with their roomie when our leases are up but we'll stop looking at nice places so that when my babe has to go we won't be ruining dudes life by bailing on rent. I also need to get comfy driving like tomorrow so I can get decent work in Oregon since i JUST got this job and I was hoping to hold it until I could get a quick degree. Maybe I have to forget abt ⭐️ving for a bit so I can focus on getting some kind of licensing so I can make a couple bucks extra a month,,,,,

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leejungchans · 1 year

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scored! : l.c

word count | 12.4k (SORRY idk why i do this to myself either)

pairing | lee chan (svt) x female reader

warning(s) / includes | swearing, mentions of drinking and alcohol, food mentions (lmk if i missed anything!!)

genre | fluff, humour, university au, enemies-to-lovers au

notes | uh i don’t really know how game season works bc it’s not really a thing in unis here (?) so ;-; please forgive me for any (inevitable) inaccuracies hghhghe also this is my first time making a moving banner so shhh just ignore how bad it is gwhsha

summary: lee chan should really stop winning so many games for your university, because as the resident writer for the sports column of the student newsletter, you’re starting to get really sick of having to cross paths with him all the time.

a/n: happy birthday to my boyfriend (/j) chan who’s also a loser (affectionate ig) bc he never pays rent for living in my head 🙄💗 also just thought everyone should see this clip that kinda inspired this whole fic okay bye—

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trial and error : k.mg

word count | 2.9k

pairing | kim mingyu (svt) x female reader

warning(s) / includes | food mentions (lmk if i missed anything!!)

genre | fluff, humour (a lil), barista au

summary: three times mingyu tries to ask you out and fails and the one time he actually succeeds… though not without some help.

a/n: can’t have a valentine’s day/season without a present to my very seggsy wifey @seungcy 💗 heyyy babe happy very belated valentine’s day 😻 i hope you like this very little something i wrote about the man you always cheat on me with /j luv u hottie muah muah :hehecat:

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1,430 notes - Posted February 23, 2022

seventeen as streamer boyfriends

༉‧₊˚✧ for my 1k event !

requested by anon : is streamer au on the table for the 1k event :0 if it is then can i request hcs of svt as ur streamer bf :3 if not then u can just ignore this / change it up , no worries !! thenkuu n congrats on the 1k :D

a/n: thank you so much for the well wishes and for requesting 💗 i hope you like this and i had a lot of fun writing this!!

word count | 1.6k

pairing | seventeen x gn!reader

genre | fluff, streamer au

note | i’m not a gamer by any means so there’s a lot of gaming terminology/games that idk, so most of the games mentioned here i looked up online 💔 also tyty to my lovely nny @joshuas @seungcy for helping me w some of these <3

warning(s) / includes | mild swearing, food mentions

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1,586 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

seventeen as new parents

༉‧₊˚✧ for my 1k event !

requested by @joshuas : i would also like to request hehe for a small parent au headcanon (maybe like when they first become parents </3) with svt </3

a/n: hihi shuawife <333 thank you for the req and i hope you’ll like this hehe 💓 requests open until june 1, see this post for more details/guidelines if interested <3

word count | 2k

pairing | seventeen x afab!reader

genre | fluff, parents au

warning(s) / includes | food mentions (please lmk if i missed anything!)

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My #1 post of 2022

seventeen’s reaction to the camera panning to them when their idol!s/o is on stage

༉‧₊˚✧ for my 1k event !

requested by anon : may i req svt reactions w/ idol s/o? you can decide on the scenario but cld i also add a detail that their relationship is public? thank you and congratulations once again!!!

a/n: hehe ty to the other anon who gave me the idea for the scenario <33 our braincells really clicked 🤝 i hope you both like this!!

word count | 1k

pairing | seventeen x gn!reader

genre | fluff, idol au

warning(s) / includes | none (please lmk if i missed anything!)

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #sol.txt #milestone #STOP NOT MY CHAN TAGS

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fishmin · 2 years

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Mingi may be my bias, and Yunho may be my bias wrecker, but Hongjoong lives rent free.

Because both Mingi and Hongjoong taught me to be hella loyal, even morally.

But Yunho? Man.. Yunho is ultimate boyfie like how could you not love Yuyu he's just so UWU. And he's all about live your life and yeah and Sannie and yeh

#ebebe #swear im not drunk

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juyeoniemyhoney · 1 year

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tattooed heart

Who knew finding your soulmate could be as easy as going over to your friend's flat? Oh, and of course, the tattoo that everyone else gets on their eighteenth birthday.

pairing: jacob bae x reader

genre: FLUFF (do i even write anything else other than this anymore LOL), acquaintances to lovers, college au, soulmate au where soulmates get the same tattoo on the same part of their bodies, moonbae bestie crumbs cos i love them

warnings: lowkey Y/N jumps Jacob... idk what it is with me and borderline sexual assault.... that's all i think

word count: 3162 words

honey's notes: hello everyone... i am not dead.. surprise!! i actually was only going to publish this for jacob's birthday next year but i'm impatient and can't wait so here it is!! promise that i'll only work on rent a boyfie after this. always thankful for you guy's support for my works😘😘 love yall😍

You didn't think you could miss someone as much as you did in this moment. Perhaps it is because you can feel the etching of the tattoo onto the skin of your right clavicle, or perhaps it is just a placebo effect, but right now, you miss your soulmate. Someone you have yet to meet, someone you have yet to fall in love with, someone who doesn't know you exist; whom you too, have yet to learn of their existence.

On your eighteenth birthday, you spend the first few hours of your special day writhing in pain as inked lines drag across your skin, an invisible tattoo gun imprinting the tattoo into your smooth skin forever. Perhaps it wouldn't have hurt this much if the tattoo were anywhere else on your body. But the process is drawn out and miserable as the lines form on your skin, the tattooing so painful you almost think the collarbone beneath your skin is being branded too. Maybe that is why you feel the ache in your bones, the longing for your soulmate so great you feel it hum beneath your skin, with each line embedded, the wistful feeling growing stronger.

You didn't think you could miss someone as much as you did in this moment, especially when their existence causes you three hours of agony in the early hours of your birthday.

By the time the tattooing is complete, you rip yourself from your bed and stand in front of your mirror. Your shirt is drenched in sweat and though it doesn't feel like a knife is dragging through your skin anymore, the sharp pain of the needle is replaced with a sore ache that you are sure will not subside until after a few days.

Gazing into the mirror, the skin surrounding the tattoo is bright red and inflamed. But then, you realise the tattoo, a sequence, a blossoming; fruition. The lines are dainty and thin as they outline a pear, first whole, then cut in half with its seeds showing, then— you assume— the pear's flower. It's beautiful, in a way you would not have appreciated if this tattoo didn't have any subliminal connection to your future significant other.

But you can't help but think that these tattoos are supposed to give you a clue on what your soulmate is like and how to find them. The sequence of pears baffles you. Are you going to buy pears and meet them somehow? Or are you going to go pear picking and meet them amongst the shrubbery? Or does your soulmate just really like pears?

You spend the rest of the night pondering, and your entire commute to school a few hours later is spent learning everything you can about pears and its flowers, though there really isn't much to learn about pears and pear blossoms.

By the time you reach school and are settled into your first class, your frustration overwhelms you. Just what is it with your soulmate and pears? Why do they like pears so much or why are they associated with pears? Of all the things in the world it had to be pears and not, maybe, a volleyball? Then at least you'd know that they play volleyball or like it very much. Volleyball would be so much easier to bring up in a conversation. But pears? Were you going have to ask every new person you met if they liked pears?

You spend a whole week distracted, upset and frustrated. You almost wonder if you should go pear picking just in case that's what the universe wanted you to do. You also spend the entire week looking at peoples collarbones like a maniac, leaving your own collarbones exposed with lower cut shirts and blouses just in case your soulmate spotted you first. And when the week ends, you are wholly and utterly exhausted, giving up with a huff about it to Kevin.

"Already?" Kevin drawls, knowing full well how you need always need little reason to give up. You sulk on his couch, splayed unceremoniously across the small thing, your face shoved into the cushions as you pray for the couch to just swallow you whole.

"You know," Kevin starts. And you think he is finally going to give you advice rather than criticising you on how you have to 'let love find you' and all that bullshit but Kevin, as long as he's been your friend, is always unpredictable. "A lot of butts have been on that couch. You're kissing like maybe twenty butts right now."

You groan, the butt couch cushion muffling your sound of displeasure as Kevin breaks into a fit of giggles as you attempt to push him off the couch with your foot digging into his side. When he refuses to budge, you emerge from the cushion, sitting upright to begin pushing Kevin with all your might, only adding insult to injury as his laughs get louder and louder when you fail to drive him off his own couch.

Just as Kevin is half a butt away from falling butt-first onto the carpet, the door to his apartment swings open and Kevin's roommate walks in. You and Kevin freeze, as the two of your laughs halt almost immediately, your attention directing to Jacob at the door.

The sight from Jacob's point of view is comical. Kevin is basically hovering in air with how little of his ass is still on the couch and you are pushed up against his back, your arm flush against him between his shoulder blades as you push against him like he is an immovable wall.

"Hey, Cob," Kevin greets him, lifting a hand from where it was gripping onto the couch for dear life, refusing to lose to you and your childishly petty antics. Kevin thinks that one hand is enough to hold up against you, but he forgets that five years of volleyball never leave your body (even though the muscles do after years of not playing it) and while he is distracted, you play dirty and finally push him from the couch, the thump of his butt hitting the floor a fanfare for your victory in your ears.

"Hey, so not fair!" Kevin turns to you and complains. You ignore him and smile at Jacob who only smiles silently as he enters the apartment and closes the door behind him.

"Hi Jacob," you say with a wave, directing your smile at him. He smiles and mutters a greeting back that you don't quite catch, far too immersed in your victory to have heard it.

"How's the birthday boy?" Kevin asks Jacob as he removes his shoes and places a bag onto the kitchenette counter. Silently, Jacob removes groceries he'd bought before coming home as Kevin continues to talk to him, placing a box of cereal in a cabinet, restocking the fridge with bottles of barley tea and chugging the near-empty jug of milk in favour of putting a fresh one in its place.

"You still haven't shown me your tattoo," Kevin says in a sing-song voice, standing from his position on the floor to flutter and hover over Jacob's shoulder as he makes himself a sandwich, ignoring Kevin and treating him like he would a housefly.

You stay quiet on the couch, focusing your attention on the forgotten television as you try your best not to listen in on their conversation. It's usually like this. Jacob hasn't made many efforts to talk to you in the six months he's lived as Kevin's housemate. You don't really mind, though. Jacob is nice and offered you cereal on many occasions when you were over at Kevin's. The two of you are just amicable, quiet people and neither of you have had a problem with that for six months. And it's not like you don't ever talk if Jacob's around, you do join the conversation sometimes but this one, this horrible, annoying, frustrating topic that Kevin has chosen for the conversation, is one you'd rather sit out, lest Jacob find out your wrath.

"Because I don't want to show you, Kev. I know you'll make fun of me," Jacob retorts, the clang of the butter knife against the counter like a judge's court gaval, signifying the end of the discussion. Jacob looks up to Kevin with his pear jam bread and takes a bite out of it, chewing loudly in Kevin's face as if to mock him for yet again failing to sneak a peek at his soulmate tattoo.

Kevin grimaces as he feels goosebumps arise on his skin, the sight so revolting he almost vomits right onto Jacob. "I don't understand why you can't be normal and just eat strawberry jam like everyone else. Pear jam? C'mon, Cob," he complains with a shudder of disgust.

"Hey, everyone has their own pref—" Jacob argues back, but halts halfway when he notices you march into the kitchen from the living room, a crazed look about you as you lean over the counter and hover your face so close to Jacob's he almost spits.

"Jacob."

"Y/N?" he greets back, though it sounds more like a question; sounds more like: Yes? Whatever do you need? I will give you anything you ask.

"You like pears?"

"Yes, I do.... Why?" The shirt that Kevin lent you when you first stepped into his apartment from your presentation falls off your right shoulder as you continue to press into Jacob, leaning further and further over the counter until you are almost completely on it. Jacob adverts his eyes from where your skin shows and is forced to look you dead in the eye, your face so close to his, his eyes almost cross and your noses almost bump.

You say nothing else and simply examine his face in silence. Kevin watches on and wonders how you have enough strength to be holding yourself up in such an awkward position but does nothing to voice his concerns, figuring that desperation does things to the best of people, you included.

The silent eye contact continues as you push the items on the counter to the side, careful enough to not let anything fall onto the ground as you climb onto the kitchen counter, holding Jacob's gaze with your own, wide-eyed and frenzied like a wild animal.

Kevin, right beside the both of you, uses all the cells in his body to hold himself back from laughing. He wishes that he could record this moment but his phone is charging next to the couch and he refuses to miss a moment of the most awkward flirting he's ever seen. Kevin is a good storyteller and it will just have to suffice.

Eventually, you narrow your eyes at Jacob, gaze darting from his eyes down to the collar of his shirt and Jacob lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, thinking this extremely bizarre encounter has finally come to an end. He soon finds out he is wrong, however, when you lurch forward and grab him by his collar, almost looking like you're about to sock him right in his face.

Shutting his eyes as if waiting for impact, Jacob panics. "W-Wait! Y/N! Whatever is bothering you can be solved with words! Violence is never the answer!" he blurts out in lightning speed, the words spilling from his lips in a panic he's never felt before. You are usually a quiet, demure person. Just what has gotten into you?

When Jacob doesn't feel your knuckles digging into his cheekbone, he peels his eyes open, relieved. Only to have complete and utter horror wash over him as he opens his eyes to see you glaring down his shirt.

Jacob, horrified and utterly embarrassed, flushes all the way down to the base of his neck, finally coming to his senses as he snatches himself from your loosened grip, and hugs his shirt close to his body, violated and shocked beyond words. Because Jacob didn't want you to see him like this! He's on break from the volleyball team! He isn't in top condition! He'd wanted you to look at him when he was at the best of his game, not when he's had one too many bowls of cereal!

"Y/N!" Jacob manages to cry in horror, but doesn't say anything else.

Kevin, having witnessed the whole thing, finally cannot bear to control himself any longer, bursting into a fit of maniacal laughs as he falls to his knees, so unadulteratedly stricken by humour his legs can no longer bear to hold himself up.

"You guys are insane!" Kevin exclaims between laughs, the words coming out breathless as Kevin tries not to laugh as hard as he is laughing, only to laugh even harder when he realises his attempts at decorum fail miserably.

"Find what you're looking for, Y/N?" Kevin asks with a mischievous lilt in the tone of his voice, finally finding enough composure to not wheeze his every word. But once the sentence is finished, he bursts back out into laughter, holding his stomach as he continues to laugh at you and Jacob.

"Yeah, whatever, Kev," you say with an eye roll and a scowl, turning your gaze back to a beet red, shock-ridden Jacob, who stands with the collar of his shirt over his mouth, an attempt at hiding the hot blush that ravages his neck and the apples of his cheeks.

You hop off the counter, this time on the same side as Jacob, avoiding his bread that he'd dropped on the floor in shock by a hair as you approach Jacob who backs up until his back hits the cabinets behind him, wavering gaze flickering between you and the still-laughing Kevin in anxiety.

Gently, you place your hand on his, gesturing him to lower down his shirt. It takes a long, reassuring gaze for Jacob to let down his guard again but eventually, his hands lower, bringing the collar of his shirt along with him. Then, ever so gently, you tug his shirt aside so that his clavicle is no longer hidden, and lo and behold, there it is. The same blooming sequence of a pear, dainty and small scrawled across Jacob's skin in thin, inked lines, the skin surrounding the tattoo red and inflamed as you trace over the outline of the tattoo.

This close, Jacob can feel your breath tickle the skin of his neck and Jacob, surprised, horrified, shocked, a mix of every possible emotion in this moment cannot compute anymore emotions, especially one of this intensity. He feels his heart swell, the dull vessel thudding like the hooves of a racing horse against the ground, the muscle galloping in his ribcage so violently he wonders if it is going to give way and fly right out of his chest.

He swore, to himself (and Kevin that one night Kevin couldn't stop asking him questions about you) that he only thought you were pretty. But now that you are basically leaning your entire body on him, lithe, gentle fingers tracing his tattoo with the pad of your finger, Jacob swears he's in love with you.

By the time your finger traces over the flower, your other hand comes up to your own tattoo, fresh but not quite as raw as Jacob's, tracing over both tattooed flowers simultaneously, entranced, in awe, so utterly at a loss for words your brain barely thinks about anything but the pear and the pear's seeds and the flower that arises from the seed.

"To think you were so close this whole time," you finally whisper and Jacob feels it against his neck. Your scent is beginning to waft into his nose, your sweet vanilla shampoo and citrus body wash so intoxicating Jacob swears he hears his cells run around his brain in a frenzy.

"Ok, stop this now, it's not funny anymore," Kevin finally says from behind you, recovered from his fit of laughter as he rises from the floor.

"I think I peed myself a little," he comments offhandedly, like it isn't embarrassing at all to have peed yourself at nineteen from uncontrollable laughter.

Free from your frenzied state, you peel yourself from Jacob as he continues to process things, eyes fixated on the ink that rests gently atop your clavicle. So, you are soulmates. And you found out because Kevin expressed his disgust for pear jam.

Jacob and you are soulmates. Soulmates. Bound together by the universe since before the two of you were born, a connection so indisputable that the planets and stars cannot separate the two of you. Jacob is soulmates with you. Jacob Bae is soulmates with Y/N. You are Y/N..... he is your soulmate. Jacob's mind doesn't seem to work anymore, too tired from the unexpected plot twist or too giddy with joy that you are his soulmate; that he is yours.

"Okay," you declare with a clap, Jacob awakes from his stupor and swears you can see smoke arising from his head, so utterly spent mentally that he just wants to nap on the couch like he was planning to in the first place. He hopes you will join him.

"Let's restart this. Hi, I'm Y/N. I'm Kevin's best friend and I study botany."

Jacob finally lets an amused smile tilt the corners of his lips upwards as he takes your outstretched hand in his and shakes it, ignoring the way his heart stutters at the feel of your hand in his.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Jacob and I study music," Jacob greets back and lets go of your hand only when he feels you retract, your smiling expression morphing into one of shock. At first, Jacob thinks you're acting, smiling along with an amused grin he feels is going to split his face open soon if he doesn't stop, but he can't help but smile when you look so adorable like this.

"Your surname is Bae?"

Jacob's grin falters a little but he still continues to smile through the mild confusion. "Yeah, why?"

Jacob doesn't get an answer but the most adorable squeal and a hug. He doesn't understand what he's done to deserve these things but he doesn't complain, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you hug him, so excited that you're hugging him so tight he almost feels his stomach come up through his oesophagus.

When you pull away, grin as big as his, you see his slightly confused smile and cannot help but laugh, sandwiching Jacob's face in between your hands and gently kneading his soft, pliant cheeks with your hands.

"Jacob! Don't you understand?"

"Not really," he says though the sound is muffled with you playing with his cheeks and all.

Kevin's sigh comes from behind you and he speaks up, though this time his voice sounds soft and content, possibly happy. "Bae means pear in Korean, Cob."

Jacob didn't really get all the happiness around birthdays. Sure, he was happy to receive presents and kind words from his favourite people, but he has always felt normal on his birthday. With your hands on his face and your pretty eyes gazing back into his; with the dull throbbing at his clavicle and the thunderous thudding of his heart, Jacob is beginning to understand just why people love birthdays so much.

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