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nct febuary boys twt links
nct x reader 18+
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doyoung was a bit worried you would forget his birthday but he soon found out the surprise you planned for him because you’re so bad at hiding stuff he thought it was so cute he wanted to make you feel nice before the surprise as a thank you
jisung always gives you princess treatment so for his birthday you decided you would be doing all the work while he lays down enjoying you riding
johnny planned on making you scream his name all night for his special day he knew exactly how to do it
jaehyun is in love with your tits so of course one of your gifts to him for this special day had to have them involved
jungwoo was so happy on his day because he was in you all day his favorite place to be
ten knew you were truly going to make his day so good when he woke up to you going cray for his fingers
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a/n: anon ur so SMART for this idea like girl this is the inspo i needed thank u<3 also happy birthday to all my february babies >.<
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ikozen · 18 days
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WELCOME TO THE FRAT!
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“you look so good, can’t wait to actually ruin you”
welcome to the frat houses! where your favorite heartthrob boys each have their own fraternities and can’t wait to invite you inside.
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⟢ ᵎᵎ — nu chi tau(NXT) better known as nct consisting of 22 frat boys who can’t keep their dicks in their pants, is your chaotic frat who throws parties literally every weekend where peace and quiet isn’t an option.
⟢ ᵎᵎ — tau beta zeta(TBZ) also known as tbz consisting of 11 frat boys are constantly bumping heads with nct frat boys over their parties that have turned into a habit, reporting them any chance they get, but throwing parties in spite.
⟢ ᵎᵎ — sigma lambda tau(ΣΛT) popularly known as svt consists of 13 frat boys who all happen to be potheads and aren’t deemed as normal, but in the eyes of the other frats and public they’re level-headed.
⟢ ᵎᵎ — alpha tau zeta(ATZ) known as atz consisting of 8 frat boys is the only frat house to accommodate 8 boys who have their own rooms with the other frats jealous, having to share rooms. they sure do throw one hell of a party for special events.
“now i want to know more about you”
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!★﹕ᶻ﹐NCT﹒ ✷
nothing yet…
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!★﹕ᶻ﹐TBZ﹒ ✷
nothing yet…
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!★﹕ᶻ﹐SVT﹒ ✷
nothing yet…
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!★﹕ᶻ﹐ATZ﹒ ✷
nothing yet…
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a/n: sungtaro will be included in the nct frat house. lucas & nctwish aren’t included in the nct frat house.
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wonubby · 14 days
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Aespa fifth member masterlist
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In which Aespa has a fifth member who happens to be in love with none other than NCT's Jisung.
note: none of these are in order, i will just be writing what i please and depending on the time it's set it ill put it before or after some chapters!
CHAPTERS ⬎
Y/N L/N
Ships inside the group
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doiesfav · 9 months
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˚ପ⊹Love letters - Doyoung ||
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Pairing: non idol! Doyoung x fem! Reader
Plot: y/n works in a bakery, but one day she starts to receive love letters which always included the same perfume called “February to April”
Genre: fluff, romance, non idol! AU, fictional, very very very short story
Contains: Cuss words, overthinking
A/n: this is way too short than intentioned LMAO [but one of the next stories is gonna be good and long ;)]
MASTERLIST
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。.。:∞♡*
(y/n’s pov)
The 4th letter
Dear y/n,
This is another letter for you again, these past weeks I realized how deep is my love towards you. Every time I’m near you I can feel my warmth, sweetness, and of course it soon became difficult for me to shut you out of my mind.
After every time we part ways, the wonderful memories always full my heart to not make me desire you even more.
The perfume I always give you are so special that by now you must have realized I create them myself. I just want to let you know that I love you and hope you this time I won’t be a coward and confess my love for you.
From dy.
I read all of it, it was weird, really weird. This is the fourth letter this month I could say that he looked sweet but at the same time I didn’t who it was so I also felt scared.
What if it was an stalker? And if it was someone I knew? But who is “dy”? Overthinking is something I do every time but it always end up the same, no answers.
Without realising I pulled an all nighter thinking about him “What if he shows up tomorrow?”
On my way to work i stared all the people around me, and when I was preparing the shop the first costumer came in.
“Good morning, one red velvet cake please” I recognized him, he was handsome, elegant, and well mannered. If I had a chance with that boy I would totally do.
But while preparing his order I just dazed and stared at him, he was looking around while playing with his finger. Fuck that was hot, until he said “So, did you receive the letter” while winking at me.
My jaws dropped hard and eyes wide opened towards him, I could not believe it, he was the man I dreamed of all this time. How could he fall in love with such an ordinary girl like me.
“Are you fucking crazy” it non intentionally slipped out of my mouth, I stepped back not knowing what to do “what if I get kidnapped by this guy” that thought crossed my mind and self reacted to the situation.
But he just giggled “My actual name is Doyoung, Kim Doyoung” and then grabbed my hand and smelled it “So you have been using my perfume, isn’t that amazing” I couldn’t move my body at all.
“Could you give me a chance? I swear I’m a good guy” My heart wanted it but my brain told me not to do it, it was like devil and angel on my shoulders.
“promise?” I finally gave in, what could go wrong anyway? “Promise” after those words doyoung hugged me as if it was the end of the world, so I hugged him back.
This hug felt eternal in a good way, it was like a puzzle piece, perfect to fit. We were a perfect fitting.
“Wanna go to the park after your shift?” He said sweetly, I nodded my head and got back to work. I saw him smile right after leaving waving at me.
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Idk if this is good prob gonna remake it later TT
Thanks for reading~~!
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noisyquokka · 5 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.
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“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.
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Psst!! If you made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read my work 💕 I appreciate you!
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jinisnuggets · 6 months
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₩₳ɎV ⱤɆ₳₵₮łØ₦ ₮Ø "₩łⱠⱠ ɎØɄ ₥₳ⱤⱤɎ ₥Ɇ?"
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automaticwritie · 8 months
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Taglist: @neorinaa @n0hyuck
A/N: This is the last episode of this smau. Thanks to everyone who gave kind feedback. I hope you enjoyed it. (I know the plot is short but bear with it pls)
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whiteteadreams · 2 years
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hii can I request a bf!yangyang fluff <3
Stargazing was a Good Idea
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Paring: Boyfriend!Liu Yangyang x Girlfriend!Female Reader
Word Count: 955
Genre: Slice of Life, Established Relationship
Warnings: Fluff, they tickle each other at one point, reader jokingly wolf whistles at Yangyang (cat calls him), not 100% proofread
a/n- Hi! Thank you sm for being my first ask and I hope you enjoy the blurb!
“If you steal the blankets one more time, I swear, I am going to put my cold feet on you.” You tried throwing a stern look at the giggling boy next to you as he just nuzzled his face even more into the blankets, that you were supposed to be sharing. “That’s why I took the blankets in the first place, because your cold feet were on me.”
You rolled your eyes, thinking the dark sky wouldn’t expose you but Yangyang still scoffed. “Fine, I’ll just go get the other blankets from the car.” As you were getting up you felt your boyfriend’s chilled hand on your wrist. “Come back, I’ll let you have the blanket back.” The initial cold on your wrist left but a slight sting was left.
Laying back down, you pressed as close to Yangyang as possible, even with you guys having the same amount of clothes covering your bodies, he was still much warmer than you. Not wanting to ruin the calm aura around you guys, you stayed quiet, but he felt the shivering. “Do you want me to go get the other blankets?” Feeling you nod, Yangyang squeezed your body close to his one more time before slowly releasing you, he didn’t want to let you go and neither did you but at last, Yangyang got up from the blanket pallet you two made on the ground and slipped on his slides.
You rolled over onto your stomach and propped your elbows up on the pillow your head was resting on and watched him walk to your car. Whistling as Yangyang walked caused him to place his hands behind him, covering his butt. “Don’t objectify me.” He beamed and opened the trunk.
Dropping your head to the pillow you were laying on; you were unable to see when Yangyang threw the blankets at you.  “Yangyang! What was that for?” You laughed and removed the blankets that had landed on your head and back. “You were cold! I was just trying to get the blankets to you quicker!” Shrugging, Yangyang walked back to your little night picnic and crouched down.
“I love you; this was so sweet of you.” You watched Yangyang unfold the blankets and cover you with them. The moon light made him look heavenly and he loved you just as much as you loved him. “I wanted to do something nice for you, you’re always there for me and you do so much for me, and I wanted to show you how much I love and appreciate you.” You turned onto your back and pulled Yangyang down by the back of his neck. “I’m just sorry the weather is so col-” Not letting him finish, you spoke against his lips, “Just an excuse to get closer to you”, before pressing them fully together.
Surprisingly, the kisses stayed sweet and innocent, which is almost never the case for you two. Yangyang was back under the now multiple blankets with you pressed to his chest again. You felt him rub little shapes on your sweatshirt clad back, circles, squares, stars, and hearts.  
“Stargazing was a good idea” Yangyang whispered into your hair, you chuckled and looked up at him, only to see him already looking at you. “You’re not even looking at the stars.” He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss onto your lips. “You’re prettier than them anyway.” His lips tickled yours as he said that cheesy line. “Gross.” You giggled and lightly pushed on his chest. The bit of space that was made closed as soon as it was made, Yangyang rolled over on top of you.
“Don’t even think about it Liu.” With the moon behind Yangyang, the light wasn’t reflecting on his face, but you could only imagine the devilish smirk that decorated his full lips. His oddly warm hands made their way under your shirt, you tensed at the feeling and goosebumps rose along the surface of your skin.
You weren’t able to fight Yangyang off of you in time and you felt him start to wiggle his fingers up and down your sides. Playfully kicking and punching him while giggling, you couldn’t get him to let up. So, you did the only other reasonable option.
“OW!” The moving hands immediately stilled and the weight that was on your waist was lifted. “Are you okay? What happened?” His words came out rushed and panicked, scared that he hurt you and potentially ruined the night that you were supposed to enjoy. The frantic breathing and words coming from him were replaced by a “Huh?” and a grunt when you managed to push him to his back on the ground and straddled his waist.
Shoving your hands under his hoodie before he could react and tickling his sides and armpits like he had just done to you moments prior. Yangyang tried to restrain himself from kicking his feet and flapping his arms, still shaken up by you crying wolf, he just went with trying to squirm and writhe his way out of your grip.
“Why are you so strong?” Yangyang was laughing so hard that his ribs hurt, and tears were forming in his eyes. He thought it was funny how all this strength appears when he was the one suffering but when you needed help moving your couch, all of a sudden you couldn’t lift it. Deciding to have mercy on the poor boy, you stop tickling him and listened to his giggling quiet down.
Yangyang huffed as he felt you lie back down next to him, turning his head to look at you, he groaned, “You evil, evil woman.” “Yet you still love me.” Pursing his lips together and nodding, “That I do.”
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beelovesnct · 2 years
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[𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧] 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞
— [the night of the shooting for 8lace: chillin in the dream]
word count: 1.5k words
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It was two in the morning, and yet Renjun can't feign sleepiness. His mindless and countless thoughts about everything under the sun were forcing him into a spiral of deep pondering.
Making sure he was quiet, he slipped out of Haechan's embrace, tiptoeing across the bed, descending into the stairs. He opened the sliding door and walked towards the swimming pool, taking a seat in one of the chaise lounges, his head perked, gazing intently at what seemed to be a full moon.
Beautiful, Renjun thought,
Though it seems as it's incredibly lonely.
With his eyes still stuck at the round phenomenon, he focused his other senses on his surroundings: the sound of the cicadas, the subtle rustling of the leaves, and even the silent whistle of the wind.
Renjun began to unwind.
He let his thoughts that he felt too constricted to let wander back inside the house, together with his friends that felt more like brothers, infiltrate his brain—going to and from different perceptions, about the world and the universe.
He saw what he thought to be a planet, and drifted into the aliens outside of this world—where they could be, or what they could be doing at the moment, Are they looking up the stars as I am now?
His eye then caught a glint of a shooting star and immediately his brain was pulled into a pondering on theories—in entropy. He couldn't help it—being lectured on the topic the moment their repackaged album was announced.
A concept about outer space! He jeered, but came to dread about having to learn a bit of its technical aspect.
To be fair, they weren't required to learn the complicated concepts about it (it wasn't as if he was in school anyway), instead assigned to simply watch a crash course on the general stuff.
So entropy, he remembered, the thing about always being in a sense of chaos and disorder.
Renjun scoffed, his thoughts now a little bit more personal as he wondered about his own life, shaking his head at the thought, "Where's the lie in that."
He leaned further, doing a little bit more probing into the limitations of his mind—thinking deeply in attempts to remember what else he learned in that afternoon that he let himself be pulled into a science-frenzy of youtube crash courses.
Eventually, he whispered, "Multi-verse."
The other interesting thing...his mind started to churn.
Multiverse was a hypothetical theory—not quite given enough empirical evidence to be considered a fact, but for Renjun who's interests dabbled more into fiction, it was an interesting thought to entertain—quite possibly a fleeting one, but still a good one.
Multiverse, he repeated once more in his mind.
The idea that there's another version of me out there, he stretched his arms outwards, his palms wide as if reaching something, yet there was nothing but empty space.
He let out a sigh and placed his hands back down, his mind now settling into a quiet hum—the initial overdrive of thoughts fading into a silent buzz.
Head now empty, he let himself relax—his eyes mindlessly focused into the stars in the sky, some of them twinkling.
Renjun felt his lips curl, the typical Seoul skyline too bright to let him truly appreciate and even notice the twinkling stars—unbelievably dazzling and beautiful...
Much like,
He stopped, noticing how the emptiness of his brain was suddenly filling up with dangerous thoughts—thoughts that he tried so hard not to think about, effectively distracting himself with aliens and multiverse, and...
He heaved a sigh, "Fuck."
Fortunately, for him, his spiral into self-destruction was disrupted by a soft click.
Turning his torso, he saw Aiko—tiredly rubbing her eyes as she made her way into his space.
"Fuck me." He muttered with a frustrated tone, though his expression say otherwise.
Immediately, he masked his panic.
"What're you doing up?" He asked in the gentlest tone he could muster the moment the female idol was within earshot.
Aiko nonchalantly shrugged, lying on the lounge just beside him.
With a soft mutter, she responded, "I saw you go out. And when you didn't come back I thought I'd come and fetch you."
She leaned into her sides to observe Renjun—him thanking the gods it was nighttime, the darkness hiding the reddening tips of his ears, no doubt due to the adorable nature of the female in front of him.
"It's still too late to be awake, I was worried."
Renjun was quietly staring, feeling his own heartbeat pound louder to the point that he was afraid Aiko would hear it—that, and he was scared to let himself speak, fearing that he'd blurt out the one thought he'd been repressing the past few weeks.
"What were you doing here?" Aiko asked once more, not noticing his sudden quietness.
Snapping out of his Aiko-induced reverie, Renjun looked back up the night sky—hoping the view would distract him from the person of his dreams (the real view was beside you!).
"Uh." He cleared his throat.
"Just thinking," He started, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down.
"About what?"
It took him a while to answer, calculating his response,
"Just stuff."
"What kind of stuff?"
Not wanting to reveal how he was close to thinking about her again—the way she smiles, the way she'd huff when she was annoyed, or even the way she'd subtly take care of the members—STOP!, he spiraled back into the thoughts he was having just before all of that.
Mentally patting himself on the shoulder, he responded, "Multiverse."
Aiko hummed, a knowing smile on her face, "So the possibility of another version of this world—of you and me."
She shook her head in amusement, "That's so like you to ponder about these things."
Not paying mind to the backhanded insult, Renjun probed, pleasantly surprised, "You know about the multiverse?"
There was a lazy nod, "You know you're not the only science fiction fan here."
Renjun let out a relaxed chuckle—being able to momentarily forget about his newfound feelings as the banter continued, focusing instead on the conversation he was having with his friend, "That's right, I momentarily forgot you were a nerd."
"Hey!" Aiko feigned a warning, prompting both of them to laugh softly.
"So, what about the multiverse?"
Renjun stopped laughing, gazing into the twinkling stars once more—stars that he knew, or at least believed were more than the freckle of dots they were seeing at the moment.
"The multiverse—a myriad of worlds, I just—I thought of the other me out there." He began, though it being quite a bit of a white lie, knowing that he never even got to ponder into the topic when she barged into his mind space so quickly.
"The non-idol you, perhaps?" Aiko didn't even notice,
Renjun nodded his head, "Yeah, particularly that. I just thought of the possibilities, you know."
"Would I have pursued classical music, went to uni, or done something else." The lie flowed out perfectly that Renjun was convinced he wasn't lying anymore, his true thoughts spilling effortlessly like overflowing water.
A soft breath came from his lips, "I love the limelight, but sometimes I can't help but wonder—"
"The what-ifs," Aiko interjected, her head shaking in understanding.
"I find myself wondering about the same thing often too."
Now this made Renjun snap his head to her face—her side profile as she watched the stars with awe.
"Really?" He asked in a slight daze,
Aiko was never one to complain, never even one to portray her vulnerability so willingly and openly, especially in front of him (it was typically Jaemin she'd go to), so he reveled at the moment.
Aiko waved her hand, noticing the shift in the atmosphere, "It's nothing, just dumb stuff—like what if I did went to uni like you would, but I'd probably fail my first class there." She let out a chuckle, sheepishly scratching her nape.
"That's not true..." Renjun was still staring,
"You're one of the smartest people I know." It was soft, a genuine compliment from the typically sarcastic member; and so Aiko showed a grateful smile.
"Thanks." A simple response; another wave of her hand and Aiko effectively shifts the scope of the topic into a more lighthearted one—or so she thought.
"But if we did go to uni, I would very much doubt that. We would probably never meet anyway, so I wouldn't be the 'smartest person you know.'"
Suddenly, any traces of joy was gone from Renjun's face—leaving a devasted expression that Aiko never saw, "You don't think we'll be together in another world?"
The girl in question hummed, thinking deeply before stating a simple, "No."
She spread her arms out as if showing a distance bit enough for her hands to never meet, "Our real worlds are too far apart from each other, it was KWANGYA that brought us together."
Another lighthearted jab, but Renjun wasn't having it.
A moment of silence passed.
Renjun's mind going into a whirlwind of thoughts before eventually settling on a question, "Then what about another life?"
Aiko spared him a glance, "You mean reincarnation?"
A simple nod.
"That terribly romantic of you, Renjun-ah." Aiko scoffed, her lips curling into a smirk.
The boy shrugged, "So is it a yes or a no?"
Aiko raised her eyebrows, "Why the persistence?"
As if expecting the question, Renjun smiled lopsidedly, "I'm a romantic—persistence is my middle name."
A snort, shaking her head before eventually answering, "A possibility, Renjun, a gray area, neither one nor the other—never a black or white."
He hummed in understanding, satisfied with her response for now.
"I'll take it."
For Aiko, who came back inside after complaining how it was cold, Renjun's retort was nothing out of the ordinary, he'll take it—meaning, he'll take the answer as a concession of defeat into their typical bantering. I'll get you back, she can practically hear Renjun's voice in her head, chuckling as she closed the sliding door, waving gently before disappearing.
But for Renjun, the statement implied something more—something greater.
He waved back, his mind more calm than ever as he let his thoughts wander for the last time that night.
In this life of the limelight—as celebrities who were basically made to shine and glimmer for thousands to appreciate, comparable to the stars in the sky, there was simply too much to lose, and he was too much of a coward to risk it.
But in another life—a life of school and uni, maybe even classical music; essentially, in a life of normalcy, he'd be the romantic. He'd be the one who'd leave notes in the locker, sing the cringiest of love songs, and even stay up all night to plan the most elaborate of promposals (as he heard from Mark's Western movies), all of that and more, for the girl he loves.
In this life, he was content with being friends—with watching her from afar, too near yet too untouchable to truly become his.
But he promises, in another...
In another...
Aiko would be mine.
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I've had this draft before I went into my vv long hiatus, so I thought I'd share it with you guys! As a mark of my return (???) hihihi. Hope you enjoyed it! OH! And this is part of the series, the one where everyone gets the feelings.
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nctwlove · 2 years
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𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗘𝗜 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗!
𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧.
Synopsis: A compilation of Yanfei being a good friend. #yanfeibestgirl
Warning: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistake.
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The day she helped Jiwon who was feeling bad about having failed a test.
"Unnie, I'm so dumb, my parents were upset with me and I felt like I was a disappointment to them." Yanfei wasn't fluent in Korean at that time, but she tried to help jiwon in her own way, hugging her and saying. "salanghaeyo." It was one of the few things she knew how to say, but jiwon was happy to see her unnie trying to make her feel better.
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The day she helped Luna when she got her period during rehearsal.
She and the members were rehearsing for their new comeback and some of the boys were watching them to support and help them if they needed anything. But during rehearsal Luna ended up getting her period and staining her pants a little, but Yanfei saw what had happened and gave her her sweatshirt to tie around her waist. And then she helped her wash her stained clothes and gave her a tampon, and also hugs if she needed it. :3
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The day she helped Xiaojun take care of Bella.
Xiaojun told Yanfei about how Bella has been suffering lately and knowing this left Yanfei heartbroken, and she offered herself to take care of Bella and take her to WayV and NCT U rehearsals so she wouldn't be far from her father Xiaojun. "See Bella, do you think 'Ben Ben' dances well? He's very good, isn't he?" She would sit in the practice rooms with Bella lying on her lap while the boys rehearsed.
Xiaojun felt very grateful for Yanfei, and after they finished the "Universe (Let's Play Ball)" promotions, he took Yanfei for a walk in the park together with Bella, and then took her back to W-Love dorm. "Thank you for doing this for me and Bella, it made me really happy." And then he kissed her cheeks. :3
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The day she bought skirts for Chenle to wear.
Yanfei had seen a post where Chenle said she liked being called princess, so she bought some skirts and gave them to him as a gift. And he started laughing, finding her cute for doing this for him. "I bought it for my princess Chenle"
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into-the-dream-nct · 2 years
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𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒
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━ It's their world and we're just in it.
A series of stories featuring NCT DREAM set in a multitude of universes.
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INTO THE WORLD OF NCT'S NEKO MEMBER
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In which NCT Dream, and NCT as a whole, feel what it’s like to work and interact with a cat-like idol. Enter here.
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More worlds to come soon...
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jistagrams · 4 months
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Can you please write something for WayV :(:(:(:(:( the sad faces are cuz I just want their sexy asses so bad omg BUT anyway can you write a fake text post of them being jealous bc reader has to work with a coworker that has a crush on her?Idk if you've done this for them or another group so im sorry if you have already </3
of course I could write to wayv 🤭🤭, I have not done it for another group but anon thank u sm for the req cus this is so smart
wayv jealous of your co-worker
parings: bf!wayv x gn!reader
warnings: suggestive,fluff, jealous wayv lol, henderys msgs use female pronouns
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lavenderbexlatte · 6 months
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day 10: virginity
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nct/wayv 1.4k words female reader insert Reader x Liu Yangyang NSFW
🖤 warnings: outing your bro as a total virg, secret crushes, situation-typical coercion, overuse of brospeak/yangspeak🖤
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"I'm not a fucking virgin. Get out of my room."
Yangyang's voice holds more vitriol than you've probably ever heard from him, and that's how you know that you and Renjun - mostly Renjun - have officially crossed a line.
"It was just a joke," says Renjun.
You smile, but it feels more like a grimace on your face. "Obviously it was a little-"
"I mean, sorry if you're sensitive about it," he continues, absolutely unapologetic. "Like, okay, Xiao Dejun, way to be mad about nothing."
Yangyang fixes him with a look that would send a lesser zodiac sign running. "I told you to get out of my room."
Renjun, Aries sun, just shrugs. "If it wasn't true, you wouldn't be so mad."
But Renjun does leave, and you follow him out, giving Yangyang another pleading smile that he misses entirely as he turns around to clamp his headphones over his ears and glare at his computer screen.
What was supposed to be a chill night in Yangyang's apartment is ruined. His roommate is out of town and everything (Ten is cool but he's overbearing, and he wins every single board game that the lot of you try to drunkenly play, so you don't miss him this time).
But Renjun had been bragging about his latest hookup-turned-Something, with an insufferable guy from the music department, when the cursed line had been uttered.
Yangyang had showed about three seconds of disinterest, and Renjun had snapped, "At least I'm getting some. Not like some adult virgins we know."
It was vague but pointed, undeniably mean. Renjun can be mean, everyone knows that, but it's not usually used against any of the friend group. That's why, at this sudden slight from one of his closest friends, Yangyang immediately blushed an angry pink and lost his shit.
The two of you were banished from Yangyang's bedroom, where the PS5 is, but not from the apartment yet, so Renjun makes himself at home on the couch while you head to the kitchen for a beverage of some kind. And to clear your head.
You'd never even thought about Yangyang's virginity status before. Why would you? He's your friend, a dorm neighbor from freshman year who turned into a friend after one too many floor parties spent together.
Renjun really called him out, and from the over-the-top anger he'd received in return, you can't help but think that Renjun was one hundred percent right. You go on the occasional date that the boys know about, and Renjun is mostly out of his thot phase now but there was a while back there when he was getting around impressively. Ten, Kun, Chenle...even Dejun has incredible cringefail dick game.
But Yangyang...
"Did you really have to say that?" you ask, joining Renjun on the couch with a bottled coffee thing that you're pretty sure is Ten's.
He glances at the drink. "Ten-ge is gonna be pissed."
"Because you were kind of out of pocket."
"I didn't think he'd be so..." Renjun sighs. "I'll apologize when he chills out."
That's a good plan, in theory.
Only in theory, though, because Yangyang doesn't chill out. Not for the rest of the evening.
After another hour or so on the couch with you, Renjun knocks on his bedroom door, to no answer. He calls it a night and heads home soon after that.
You stick around.
The dude very obviously had his feelings hurt, and eventually he's going to need to talk about it. Ten is usually the one who gets Yangyang to open up, but he's not here, so you think you're probably the next best thing. A very far second.
It's a dumb thing for anyone to be upset about. Especially someone as interesting and funny as Yangyang, someone so cute, so attracti-
Well. No reason to go overboard.
You knock on Yangyang's door, this time. It's late now, creeping closer to midnight, but you know that Yangyang doesn't sleep until the sun comes up again.
He doesn't answer. You knock harder.
The door flies open, Yangyang's snarling face on the other side. "Jesus fuck, Renjun, go shove a-"
"He went home," you interrupt.
"Then you should-"
"Can we talk?" you ask. "Pretty please?"
"About what? All the ass I'm not getting?"
You shrug. "If that's how you wanna phrase it, I guess."
It wouldn't surprise you if Yangyang stuck to his guns on this, but he sighs. He lets the door fall open more, as he turns on his heel to head back to his gaming chair.
"Can't wait until Hyuck and the whole hip-hop team know that I'm perpetually bitchless," Yangyang says.
There's a second of pause while you try desperately to figure out who Hyuck is - Renjun's fuckbuddy, that's it. The mop-headed one that Ten hates. And then you move to sit on Yangyang's bed.
"Renjun wouldn't do that," you say. "He felt really bad."
"He never feels bad."
That's kind of true, but still. "You guys are friends. He wouldn't wanna, like, fuck up your life on that scale."
"People are gonna know that I'm bitchless, and then no one will ever talk to me again."
"Stop saying bitchless, it's weird," you say. "And I really don't think anyone cares."
Yangyang spins his chair around to face you, your knees nearly touching as he looks at you with imploring puppy eyes. "It's not like I'm not trying, dude."
"Third-wheeling Ten to Johnny Suh's frat parties does not count as trying."
He ignores you. "I wanna get laid. It's just a lot of work, and people are so fake, and-"
"Just fuck someone you know," you interrupt. "It's either a total stranger, or someone you know well. Those are the best choices.
"Really?"
"In my experience, yes."
There's a beat of silence, and then, slowly, Yangyang's face breaks into a devious, awful grin.
It takes you another few seconds to figure it out.
"No!"
"Oh, come on!" he whines.
"Not if we were the last two people on earth!"
"You're already here!"
You scoff. "Oh, yeah, because that helps your case so much. Just what everyone wants to hear. 'You're convenient!'"
"It's not like that," Yangyang says. "You know I think you're amazing."
You're unreasonably touched, for an instant, by his choice of flattery. Not hot, not cool. Amazing.
"I know you're desperate, but it's a bad idea," you say.
But even as you protest, you know how you feel.
Yangyang is a good friend, a buddy. He's also irresistibly charming and quick, increasingly handsome as he's grown into his features over the few years you've known him. You've kind of got a soft spot for him, more than for any of your other friends, and you're suspecting that he kind of knows it.
"Fine," he says. "I'm just going to deal with my virg sadness by rubbing one out."
"Ew."
As if daring you, Yangyang slips his stupid cutoff tee over his head, standing there in just his low-slung shorts. He dramatically walks the semicircle around you and flops down on his back on the other side of the bed. You eye the pale jut of his ribs against his skinny torso, the wispiest excuse for a happy trail-
"You can leave. Or you can stick around," he says. "Y'know. If you want."
"You wouldn't dare-"
But he dares, hands going to the buckle of his thick cloth belt.
Well.
Ten's not home, and won't be home all week. Renjun is gone.
You stand up from the bed, as Yangyang is still undoing his belt with agonizing slowness, and slam and lock his bedroom door. Can't be too careful. Lots of people know the passcode to get in here. And the last thing you want is Guanheng or Chenle or someone coming in here and seeing this.
Seeing you, as you throw the last of your caution right out the slightly-popped window and climb right onto the bed again.
Right onto Yangyang.
He yelps, like he thinks you're attacking him, as you move to sit on top of his thighs, effectively pinning him to the mattress. The open belt and button of his shorts is tempting, though the thick band of his boxers has been visible the whole time anyway.
Yangyang's face, however, is just intrigued. Flustered, a bit, but not scared. His hands twitch against his covers like he wants to touch you, but isn't sure if he can.
"Do you actually wanna be un-virginized?" you ask, annoyed despite all of your interest (how did you get here?!).
He nods as well as he can, hair fanning against his pillow. "So badly."
Your heart is fluttering. You hate to admit it.
"Then it's your lucky day."
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alreadyblondenow · 2 years
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Can we fix it?
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Johnny x Female reader
Genre: Breakup, Fluff, smut, slight angst
WARNINGS: Unprotected sex which is not advisable in real life situation, mentions of alcohol, drunk Johnny, cursing. Sorry if ever I left anything out.
TMI: This is for the readers who still comes back here and reading my old stories. Honestly I want to write and make time for it again and just like this fic, I want to fix my time hahaha forgive me though. But thank you for your support until now! How are you guys loving ‘2 Baddies’? I bought 6 albums this era, for sure I’ll buy more but I’m saving up to see NCT Dream and WayV next month. So, I think I’ll support 127 more during repack! I hope everyone is loving the album and has been streaming. Let’s give 127 wins huhu also im just uploading this thru phone so it might be jambled :(( sorry
“We need you here asap— he keeps smashing things” Jaehyun spoke through the phone as you hear Johnny at the background trying to get the phone from Jaehyun, shouting your name.
It’s been only weeks since you and Johnny broke up. He didn’t take it too well obviously, and you can’t believe you’re on your way to his place to take care of him. As soon as you arrived at his place, you went to the kitchen to heat something up for Johnny. And soon as you showed yourself to his friends, they were all relieved but Johnny was feeling… guilty, disgusted by himself and honestly all he wanted to do is hug you so tight.
You were purposely not answering every message he sent, not answering his calls, everything. You tried your best to avoid him. So now… you’re like a ghost. It almost felt like the first time he saw you. Your first date. A beautiful night. But now… the night was still beautiful because he finally saw you after the breakup but, he’s so broken right now.
“You can all go— sorry,” Johnny said, trying to get up from his couch while being mindful of the shattered wine glass on the floor. Successfully, you caught Johnny struggling to walk straight heading his room after you see Jaehyun and the other on their way out. You were quick to grab Johnny’s waist and helped him towards his bed.
He’s quiet now.
But he’s looking at your every move.
“We were fine. Why did you leave me like that” he started. Still in his drunken state. He leaned forward and rest his forehead on yours, all you can do is soothe his back and close your eyes.
“Wasn’t I your perfect man? How can you ruin us like that— we were fine” he cried out again. This time theres tears in his eyes and he was whimpering, blaming himself and trying to keep you closer to him even more.
You on the other hand, continue to gently try your best to sober him up. You used to have moments like this back in the past, moments that involves sweet talking, planning what to have for breakfast the next day, or how many rounds can you guys do for tonight’s love making. But now it’s just crying and wishing that you could go back in time.
“I wasn’t okay all the time Johnny, you have to understand that I can’t pull you down with me”
“What are you talking about—“
“You’re too good for me Johnny.
“What does that even mean? You’re the one who’s too good for me”
“No Johnny. Shut up you don’t know—“ you were getting really frustrated.
“No. You shut up. You didn’t even let me have a say in this. You just left me while I was still fighting and longing for us. I get it you’re not perfect, but I don’t need perfect too. I’m not perfect too, but when did I ever pushed you away? When did I ever stopped being a better version of myself?— I thought you love me”
He continued crying and whimpering.
You continued to listen and miss him even though you’re holding him. And you agree, everything he said is true and to be honest you’re already regretting that you left and made your lives miserable. It has been… nothing but dark skies ever since you left him.
Maybe all you need is talk. Talk it out. You never gave him a chance to convince you to stay.
“Fuck it— life continues without you. Fucking leave, that’s where you’re good at”
He pushed you away lightly, careful not to hurt you physically but the heartbreak that you’re feeling right now hurts even more.
As you close the door gently and proceed to cleaning up the mess he did, you remember how beautiful your relationship was with Johnny and you managed to ruin it and burn all the bridges down in a matter of weeks. You went inside again his room to take care of him, putting a clean shirt and managing to clean him up. It’s the least you could do.
What you didn’t expect was soft kisses on your neck from Johnny while you change his clothes. You missed the feeling of his lips. But what will happen to whats left in your relationship if you give in? You certainly didn’t want to be fuck buddies with him if that’s where he’s going. What you have… or what you had, was way more special just to go down this road.
“I need you to stop” you said calmly when you already felt Johnny’s big hand inside your shirt, cupping your boobs. He was humiliated once again, removed his hand before he left a soft kiss on your temple. He’s sorry and he’s already forgiven. Always.
And when the morning comes, regret was the first things that came into Johnny’s head. He was aware of what happened last night. What he said and what he did. But he didn’t expect to see you sleeping uncomfortably on his couch, freezing.
Of course you felt his presence in an instant. You’ve been craving for it. “Sorry I passed out, I was waiting for the sun to come out” You said with a warm smile, hoping that things between you two cooled down from last night.
“Well the sun is out. You can go now” he said coldly. He didn’t know why. He just felt the urge to be cold towards you this morning.
“O-okay. Thank you” you rambled and clumsily gathered your stuff. Heart broken as you help yourself out of his house. You never thought that Johnny would push you away like that… it must’ve hurt him too when you did the same thing to him.
Days went by and you two continue to miss each other.
You wanted to get back together, but you were scared that he will push you away again. And you can’t handle it anymore. Johnny on the other hand, was giving moving on a shot… because he thought this is really what you wanted.
But then again, the alcohol was just like magnet for the both of you. You received yet another emergency call from Jaehyun, telling you to go to this bar because Johnny needs you and has been asking for you non-stop.
“Can I pass this one out?” You asked Jaehyun through the phone.
“I believe no, the manager of the bar is already mad. Please Y/n, just this one time we’ll never bother you again”
Of course you went to the given address and looked for Johnny. There you saw him sleeping soundly outside the said bar and your heart was breaking as you watch him mumble that he’s tired and lost.
“Hi… Johnny, it’s me. I need you to take my arm—“ you said when you finally approached him.
“You’re not supposed to be here. Who called you? Jaehyun? Fuck him. He should know that I’m not your responsibility anymore, leave Y/n” he gently pushed you away. Again. And that’s it. You knew you couldn’t handle experiencing this again.
Of course you stepped back. But you watched him from behind, followed him every step of the way until he reaches his house. He forgot where he put his keys and if he’s totally being honest right now, he’s about to throw up from too much walking. When you decided to take it from there and offered to open his door, he didn’t stopped you because all he wanted to do is run towards his sink. But life had other plans for him because by the time you finally opened the door, he tried running inside but ended up tripping and you were quick to catch him. Making him throw up on your clothes.
You then realized how fucked up he is right now. Johnny is not usually like this. He’s never a handful and he never forgets to handle his own problems.
“This is all because of you” is all he can say.
And that completely broke your heart.
When things cooled down and you finally got the chance to clean yourself up. You were crying while you think over and over again what Johnny said. You told yourself. This it. This is exactly why you broke up with him. One last cry and you will be totally out of his life.
Of course Johnny felt bad while watching you clean yourself while crying. He was having second thoughts about saying he’s sorry but what he said is the ugly truth. Either way he did not hesitate to hand you clean clothes and tried comforting you the best way he could. “I should be the one crying— stay for the night, the bed is yours”
But you couldn’t stand it anymore. You did not look at him while you try and make yourself decent again. You even ignored the clothes he gave you. “I’ll be fine. Good night Johnny” you said weakly and head towards the door.
Frustration hit Johnny again. And this time when you were just about to leave, you wish that he will stop you. Please stop me. You secretly wish, tears running down your cheeks.
And in an instant you felt him hug you from behind. Immediately hugging you oh so tight that you couldn’t breathe but you love the feeling of it. “You can leave tomorrow. Just stay for the night” Johnny said. He knew that by the time he watch you leave again, he will regret not stopping you just like the night you broke up with him.
Given that you cant get away from his tight embrace, you assured him that you wont leave and sleep here at his place. He slowly gave you some space and head towards the bathroom again and handed you the clothes for the second time before he says ‘good night’
Heading towards his room with your heart beating so fast, you changed your clothes, with only his shirt on and your panties. You sat on his bed for hours and hours, thinking about the future. If this is the last night you’re going to be together like this. Apart and broken. Or you can go outside and fix it. Either way, you’re not sleeping.
But just as you were about to stand up from your comfort… Johnny opened the door and walked towards you, sitting in front of you and reached for your hand immediately. You didn’t stopped him.
“I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to talk for hours and hours. I love you and I want you to stay. Not just for tonight though,” he was close to tearing up but he was stopping himself, “H-hug me if you feel the same” he said weakly, his grip tightened wishing you would pull him in for that hug.
And so you did. And you didn’t just hugged him. You immediately kissed him lovingly and said your sorry for ruining your relationship. He shut you up with a heated kiss, feeling his soft touch all over you. Hearing the words, “let’s never hurt each other again” and “I don’t want to hear the word ‘sorry’ from now on” and immediately made you giggle when you felt his lips on your neck, kissing you down until you’re comfortably under his huge frame. Feeling his hands all over your body, slowly running it up and down. Even his touch felt so good and warm that you missed him already when he pull away to remove his clothes.
It almost felt like it was your first time with him again when you were watching him remove your clothes. Every touch, every kiss and every sound you hear from him makes you tingle and your nipples hard. Of course he saw it, he smirked and teased it, making you whine and grab his shoulders but he didn’t stop. He flattened his tongue and gently flipped the tip on your nipple, making you close your legs and became sensitive. Johnny loved your reaction and to be honest he just missed doing this to you so he pulled you up and made you sit on him, making him hug you with both arms, and let you grind on his hard cock, making it wet with your pussy juices.
He licked your nipples softly, making you weak and melt with his feathery touch on your back, sucking and biting it gently when he wanted to hear you. Ending his teasing with lots of kisses on your chest all the way up your lips until you two fell on the mattress again.
“Want to make me harder?” He asked sweetly, lips beside your ears, nibbling it until you say stop and switch places. Johnny spread his legs very wide and you did not hesitate to lick his long and thick cock. The only cock you love and made you cum so any times already. You gave him head for a few minutes, playing with tip and watching him stop himself from cumming.
“By the way you can’t cum inside me tonight, you might get me pregnant—“
“What’s this torture I thought were okay?” Johnny pouted with lidded eyes. He wanted to fuck your mouth so bad but tonight is not the right time to be filthy. “But can we fuck raw?” He made you stop sucking him and pulling you to an embrace, cleaning your face his hand and switching places with you again.
“Of course we can fuck raw, what are you? A stranger?” You let out a small laugh and kissed your boyfriend’s lips. You knew the moment you placed your lips on his, he will immediately line his cock in your entrance and slowly thrust in.
Smoothly and slowly. Johnny is fucking you now, making you crazy and dizzy with his cock, making you moan and ask for more. He was bigger than ever, you thought that he will rip you even though he was going slowly. Bodies on bodies, he fucked you even slower and deeper, he was moaning the whole time with furrowed brows and when you came and tried closing your legs, he stopped them from closing and started kissing you hungrily. Feeling his whole weight on you, slowly fucking you open until you didn’t have a choice but to cum while he was still fucking you and still catching his orgasm. Slowly.
It’s crazy how no one moved fast but you two were tired and sweaty as you both catch your breaths. Of course Johnny came outside and was quick to grab a tissue. You laugh and helped him clean up, spreading kisses all over his body until you’re both covered with his thick blanket, both very naked beneath it.
You’ve never been this close before. Tonight was just very different.
“Do you want to live with me?”
He said out of nowhere while you were playing with his hands.
“What? Where did that came from?” You asked and came closer.
“I don’t want to see you leaving my place again. I swear Y/n— I’ll go crazy” he caged you with his long legs, and made you laugh again. He was still hard but he didn’t want to go another round, he was just happy and excited again for the future, he told you.
“Thanks for fixing us, for us.” You looked him in the eye and rolled on top of him so you could have a good look at him. “Yes I would like to move in with you,” you smiled and placed a kiss on his soft lips which formed a smile.
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restlessmaknae · 7 months
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restlessmaknae's request event [guide]
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Celebrating 6 years on Tumblr and a number of followers I thought I would never reach, I would like to repay you for your love and support in the form of a request event. Writing is a hobby of mine that allows me to escape, to push my boundaries, and to leave an impact on readers. Even if you crack a smile, laugh at the words or feel understood by them, I'm truly honoured that you've joined me on this journey. 💞
Now, onto the good stuff.
As voted by you, readers, in a previous poll of mine, you can request stories based on genres, settings, but you can also throw a prompt into the mix.
HOW DOES THAT WORK?
You send me an ask with a genre and/or setting and a certain idol in mind, but you can add a prompt from these lists as well (they might help with certain settings):
Prompt list #1: Enemies to lovers but one is injured
Prompt list #2: Prompts for ex-lovers
Prompt list #3: Sacred romantic moments
Prompt list #4: Hurt comfort starters
Prompt list #5: "I HATE YOU, BUT I JUST DID SOMETHING TO HELP YOU AND NOW I NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF" prompts
Here are some examples:
best friends to lovers with Jake (Enhypen)
prince!Intak (P1Harmony) in a fantasy kingdom
zombie apocalypse au with Serim (Cravity) + enemies to lovers
[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX)
[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX) + exes to lovers
[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX) + exes to lovers + murder mystery
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I don't write smut, and if I feel uncomfortable by your request, I have the right to reject it and not write it
Only member x reader/OC, no member x member stories can be requested (you can specify if you want a gender-neutral reader insert story, otherwise I write female!reader stories)
I decide on how long the story will be, but I plan on writing stories less than 5k for this event (so expect drabbles and one-shots)
There's no deadline by which I plan on posting your story, it depends on how much time I have beside my full-time job and how much inspiration I have for your requested story - so please, bear with me, I'll get around to it as soon as I can 🥰
One user can request up to 2 stories - for tagging reasons, I kindly ask you to let me know about the blog you want me to tag in case you would write the ask on anon (for instance, if your main blog isn't kpop-related, you can write on anon and tell me your kpop sideblog's URL/username)
I close the requests after receiving 12 requests or by 30th September - whichever comes first
I will combine all the requests into a masterlist as soon as they start coming in, so you know that I've received your message
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ATEEZ
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ONEUS
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