Brooklyn’s Night

NO SEX BEFORE BREAKFAST! (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Word Count: 828 (HOLY SHIZ THIS IS SHORT)

Warnings: Kissing? Does that count?

A/N: LET’S JUST IMAGINE THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS MORNING BREATH, OK?

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Newt woke up with something soft brushing against his face and a warm body pressed against him. He kept his eyes closed as he revelled in your touch and pulled you closer against him, making you squeal in surprise.

“Good morning.” You said, laughing softly. Newt just smiled and sighed deeply. “Are you not planning to open your eyes today, Mr. Scamander?”

“I think I need a moment, Miss Y/L/N.” He responded. “You can go back to doing what you were doing.” He mumbled, making you laugh again.

“Ok, you interrupted me anyway.” You said, your light touches gracing his face again. He let you do whatever you were doing for a while before asking what you were actually doing. “I’m counting your freckles.” You answered. An amused smile pulled at his lips and he opened his eyes to find you lying in front of him, brows furrowed in concentration.

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Making Out With KNK

Let’s do thisss! I love KNK! They’re the first group I’ve been with since pre-debut! My literal babies!

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[10:34AM]

“Why are you staring at me like that?” You say to Mingi, who was sitting next to you.

“I just can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater” He replied with a biggest smile.

You blushed, moving closer to hug him.

REQUESTED:“reaction to booty smacking”mafia edition [ateez]

genre: suggestive

ficstyle: reactions + bulletpoints

request: “ Henlo! I wanted to see if you could mayhaps do an Mafia!Ateez reaction to you backhanding them after they smacked yo booty in their own club cause you didn’t know who they were?💀 thank you ily and I love your works omg - 👻 a new anon “

note: tysm for the request + hope you enjoy

You didn’t want to go out tonight.. But your friends insisted since you finally broke up with that headass of a boyfriend. You gave in; they invited you to a hard-to-get-in club and it was pretty packed. You knew it belonged to one of the most known mafias in the city so it made you feel a little uneasy. It didn’t take long for you to start enjoying yourself until you felt someone smack your ass. You were caught off-guard because wasn’t a light love tap; you felt the hand linger for a while. Until you turned around and backhanded them in the face… 

HONGJOONG

(type: mischievous dom)

you saw the bouncer come for you as he yelled, “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING YOU LIL-”

but the guy that you slapped raised his hand and shooed him away

the bouncer left

you were surprised that a little guy like him would have any authority over a big bouncer

“still I startle you sweetheart?” he made his way to the seat across from you

you crossed your arms at him, “even in a club setting, that would be considered as sexual harassment..”

he peeked through his eyes as he cracked a little smirk

“I like how that word sounds from your mouth.. sexual..”

you couldn’t believe this guy; you scoffed as your rolled your eyes

he’d use playful yet sensual skinship; practically ghosting over your skin

“whatever..” you turned to leave but he slithered his arms around your waist and pulled you in

he cocked his head, “I wasn’t done talking to you yet, sweetheart..”

you tried to push him by his chest as you tried to threaten him

“if you don’t let go, I’ll find the person in charge and-”

“and what? seduce him? you’re already one step head of yourself, love..”

you were about to speak up but you realized that HE was the person in charge

you left your mouth gaping as you were trying to comprehend the whole situation

he tilted your chin up to look at him, “keep on leaving that mouth open like that and I’ll give you a reason to keep it open..”

you quickly closed your mouth and looked at your friends for help

but they were just encouraging you to make a move

even though he wasn’t the tallest or the buffest guy, he definitely knew how to use his playful charms

he let go of you and gestured over to the bars

“now, sweet little kitten, what can I get ya?”

SEONGHWA

(type: godly dom)

Seonghwa’s eyes went hungry as they scanned you as you walked into the club

you were definitely not a regular at his club and he wanted to “get you know you” more

he makes sure that you were as beautiful as you were in all different angles and lighting before he pushes himself out of the circle of girls that were leaning up on him; they were disappointed to see him on the move with his eyes obviously on you

Seonghwa was the type of guy who had girls run to him; it was never the other way around

never

he couldn’t help but look at how good you looked in your outfit; it look like it was made for your body

he walks over to you and leans in from behind you, “you look good, but you’d look better with me ramming my dick in that ass of yours”

before you could react or say anything, he slaps you on the ass

this causes you to backhand him in the face

the only thing you felt was his strong jawline

and when you looked up, the only thing you felt was fluttering in your chest

despite of how incredibly handsome he was, you couldn’t deny the fact that you were extremely taken back by his actions and words

“you definitely hit harder than the bouncer of my club.. I guess you really can’t judge a book by it’s cover, can you, sweet pea?”

(his club?) your thoughts echoed as you pieced together that this man in front of you was the head of a well-known mafia

he was completely unfazed at your actions but he was completely infatuated with you

“I-I’m sorry..” you didn’t want to be involved than you already were, you had suspicious people staring at you

but he held you back and pulled you into his toned abdomen

he’d use his godly features into his favor

you didn’t want to flutter.. but your body had other thing in mind

“the only apology I’ll accept from you will be in a form of kiss.. would you be a dear and apologize to me one more time?”

YUNHO

(type: appearance? dom, personality? masochist)

there was a eerily and deathly moment that you had ever experience in your life

it had occurred to you that you had just use your full strength to backhand the owner of this club that you were at

aka the head of a known mafia

he bore holes through your entire body

his dominating aura was present and it was oozing

you didn’t want to back down but you felt your confidence slipping with every second that passed by

he chuckled before grabbing the wrist of the hand you slapped him with

he couldn’t believe this luck of his

rarely, Yunho was able to find a lady like yourself who had a little more rough around the edges

he wanted to prove himself that you were THAT lady

Yunho pulls it up to his face to caress it

then he uses your nails to firmly and slowly drag it down his body until it got to his LV belt

“that rough hand could be doing more important things”

you just stood there in shock

you thought he would be more rough with you but it was the biggest reversal of the century

he closed the space between you two, brought your hand through his hair and made you tug on it for dear life

he hisses through his smile, “time starts now”

he would buck against the hard material of your outfit

every movement was a grunt of satisfaction

as you found some sort of dominance over this big hotshot of a guy

YEOSANG

(type: prince charming)

he thought you were some other girl when he swung his hand onto your ass

like any other girls reaction, you slapped him back on the face

you held a strong eye contact with him; letting him know that you were not the one to mess around with

but your friends pulled you back

murmuring things along the line of how important the man before you was and that you all should leave asap

but in the midst of all of that, how could he ever mistake you for someone else?

you were the most beautiful creature he’s ever come across

he was completely captivated; like one of the rarest edition of drones that he has yet to attain

this was his chance to use his one of many charms

he wraps his arms around you and offers you an “apology” drink

his actions seemed like it did a whole 180 degree turn right before your eyes

Yeosang instantly became the sweetest guy you’ve ever met

you would be the only person he would be paying attention to from then on

giving you the royal treatment; every girl’s dreams

wouldn’t be EXTREMELY aggressive but he would know how to lead you like a gentleman

Yeosang was both a prince and a mafia leader

SAN

(type: psychopathic yandere)

San always gets what he wants

no one could ever go against that

until you decide to be the only person that shined brightly in such a dimly-lit club

San fell for you at first sight

he wanted to make sure that people knew NOT to even approach you

he wanted to make you his; right there, right then

the sound of San’s hand against your ass resonated throughout the whole club and over the sound of the music

you yelped in pain

you had turn to try to slap him in the face

“WHO ARE YOU T-”

but he was faster than you

he caught your movement by grabbing your wrist and leaning in for a makeout sess

as if the ass smacking wasn’t obvious enough, San really wanted people to know that you were one to be reckoned with

although his hair was in his face, you knew that face from anywhere and you gave into fear and let San rummage your body like fine china

he left the softest kiss on your forehead before shifting all of his weight on his back leg; taking all the view of you in

the soft kiss was the complete opposite of what dangerously, reckless things he was known for

now you were stuck between flight or fight

“you will be mine.. and what’s mine lasts forever..”

in fear, you nodded in agreement

little did you know, you signed up for something that you didn’t want to be apart of

because you knew what would happen if you even denied him once

MINGI

(type: the dom/scheming rascal)

you definitely felt someone smack your ass; hard

you could barely stand

but in a crowded club setting, you couldn’t find the culprit

your friends were scattered and you couldn’t move from your spot

every nudge, shift, or movement made you want to accuse them of smacking your ass

which is still stinging at this moment

Mingi watched you the whole time

he didn’t think he’d like to see your reactions this much

he finally shows himself

“what’s wrong are you okay? you seem like you’re on edge..”

you sighed; finally you can lean on someone who didn’t seem so threatening

“someone smacked my butt earlier and I’m feeling pretty unsafe..” you spoke to him with doe-like eyes

he wanted rile you up like you riled him up

“like this?”

he smacked the other side of your ass just as hard maybe even harder

at this point your legs completely gave on, you had no choice but to lean on him

to your surprise, you felt an uneasy yet welcoming warmth pool in between your legs

“j-just like that..” you mumbled for only himself to hear

Mingi, a mafia leader, who probably has a bounty on him, who also owns this club, was completely smitten by your not-so-innocent whines

WOOYOUNG

(type: sheep in wolf’s clothing)

although Wooyoung was an infamous mafia, ruling the underground kingdom, he wanted nothing more but to be in love

he wanted to be in love with someone who was the complete opposite of him

he wants an unattainable spice in his life

no one ever satisfied him

that was what he thought until you came into his club; his territory

he did what he knew

that was to be rough

that’s his style; his brand; his signature

he made his way to you as if the only people that were in the room was you and him

he raised his hand high to strike his hand down onto your ass

feeling confident, he would try to say something snarky

but he was interrupted by the back of your hand smacking against his chiseled face

this was a new feeling; girls would fall to his feet and lick his shoes without asking but you were the difference he needed in his life

not only were you were on another level of beauty; you were on another level of spice that he never had before

he couldn’t handle your spice and he loved it

he pulled your face in to feed his craving but you pushed him away

you knew who he was and you were scared but you couldn’t let him treat you like all the other girls

Wooyoung shifts his face backs to you as he smears your lipstick that was on his lips

“I’m gonna make you fall for me..” he challenges

“bite me” you barked back as you leaned in to show that you weren’t all that afraid of him

but that slightly changed when he hoisted you up onto his shoulder

you couldn’t fight against his strength as he makes his way to his “room”

“my. fucking. pleasure.”

he was already planning cute little dates he wanted to have with you but he’ll never be able off of his brand; out of habit

JONGHO

(type: sugar daddy who’s looking for a mama)

he was the YOUNGEST mafia leaders ever known

and he’s become quite successful

but he was tired of playing with younger girls

they were predictable

he laid eyes on you when he saw you

you had a different aura about you

you weren’t looking to be taken care of

you were definitely a boss lady; a dragon lady

you had already shooed away 3 guys since you just walked into the club in which he owned

you sat at the bars and ordered The Oldfashioned

which was Jongho’s favorite drink

before you slipped the bartender your black card

Jongho took it from you and nodded at the bartender as he nodded and left to attend another customer

you gave Jongho a side glance before taking a sensual sip

you turned your body to him as you crossed your legs and reached for your card before he teases you with it

never breaking your calm, you huffed, “whatever, it’s not like I need that card anyways”

you downed the drink and left

Jongho smirked as he mumbled, “playing hard to get, huh?”

he came up behind you and smack you in the ass

the moment he smacked you, you turned around to confirm that it was him before slapping him back in the face

Jongho’s face only slightly tilted to the side from your relatively strong slap that would send most guys on the ground; but Jongho wasn’t any guy

he pushes you up against the wall, “bet you never had a man treat you this roughly..”

you being unable to say anything, fed him into his dominance over a sexy, older lady like you

“you’re nothing but a little princess in a queen’s crown.. I’m gonna show you what little princesses like you get treated like”

~end

“Can I kiss you?” - Tom Holland Imagine (prompt)

prompt: 7 - “Can I Kiss You?”

request: tom x reader fic where you had a holiday romance when you were sixteen together and lost your virginity there and then you meet again ten years later and you are engaged and he is in your city for a month and your fiancee is away on business so you agree to show him around and you fall in love

a/n: i loved writing this!!! thank you so much for such a good request. i hope you like it! i decided to combine it with this prompt request ive had sitting in my inbox for months and months

word count: 1,821

masterlist: (x)

“Oh shit,” you cursed. Burning hot coffee dripped down your arms, soaking the shirt of the stranger you just ran into on your way out of the coffee shop.

“I am so sorry,” he said. “Let me buy you another. It was my fault - I wasn’t looking where I was going,” his British accent was a stark contrast to your Cali girl tone. “Please, I insist.” 

Reluctantly you agreed. You sat at a table in the corner, watching him as he queued at the counter, studying his face. His unruly hair flopped over his tanned skin a little as though he was three weeks overdue of a haircut, and he was in need of a shave as his strong jaw line and upper lip were dotted with stubble. With his brow furrowed, his dark brown eyes seemed familiar as he scanned the board overhead to decide on his own drink and you realised he must have chosen the same drink he ordered for you when he held two fingers up to the barrister. He had sharp, chiseled features that matched his toned body. His biceps bulged even when he held just a coffee cup in each hand, and you could make out his abs from underneath his shirt by the way the coffee soaked, patterned fabric clung to his stomach.

He sat in the chair opposite your own and you thanked him as he placed your cup in front of you. There was a silence as he took his first sip, both of you unsure quite what to say.

“I’m sorry about your shirt,” you finally said.

“No worries. I never really liked this one anyway,” he joked. His breezy coolness must have been an act, a very good one at that, as he played with his fingers, a nervous habit you recognised of someone from your past. “I’m Tom, by the way,” he smiled nervously. Tom was a common name, but there was something all too familiar about the way this man talked, the way he moved, that made you think could it be him?

“I’m y/n,” you replied, hoping hearing your name would jog his memory, if he was really who you thought he was. If he did remember you, he didn’t show it, as he didn’t so much as bat an eyelid at the sound of your name. He took a sip of his coffee.

“I used to know a y/n,” he said after a while. “Must have been a good ten years ago now. We had the most amazing sum-”

“It is you!” You interrupted him. “I knew it was you!”

“Cape Verde? 2012?” You laughed, not quite sure how the small, skinny boy you had lost your virginity to in the sand dunes late one night of your family holiday ten years ago had grown into the broad, buff man sat before you.  “We had some good times that holiday, eh?”

“I never forgot that trip. My parents still don’t know I used to sneak out of our apartment each night to see you,” you laughed again. 

“Nor mine,” he agreed. “What a small world.”

“Tell me about it. You wanna go for a walk along the beach?” The two of you stood up, leaving the shop, takeaway coffee cups in hand. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with your left hand as you walked along the windy seafront, Tom noticed the engagement ring on your fourth finger. His face grew soft. “You’re engaged?” You nodded.

“Yeah,” you exhaled shakily. “Yeah I am.”

“You don’t seem so happy about that?” Tom noticed your smile fade at the mention of your fiancé.

“No… Yes… I- I am. I mean, I was.” You stuttered. “Was?” Tom tilted his head slightly.

“When he- Mark proposed, it was one of the happiest times of my life. I couldn’t wait to be his wife. And…” you trailed off, collecting your thoughts.

“And?”

“And then the past few months we’ve been so bogged down with wedding planning and pleasing his mother and making everything exactly how she wants, we hardly really talk about anything else and I don’t think I even want to get married anymore,” you admitted. “When we’re not planning, Mark’s away on business, and I just don’t feel the butterflies in my stomach around him anymore like I did when we first started dating. I should still feel like a high schooler with a crush right? He should still make me feel like I’m seventeen again, surely? Just me and him, against the world. I… I don’t feel it anymore.”

Tom gulped, unsure of how to respond to your sudden vent. “Uhm, I-”

“Sorry. Oh God, sorry. I shouldn’t be telling you all this. I’m sure I’ll come back round to the idea of getting married again soon. This is normal right?”

“Tell me one thing, y/n. Do you love him?”

Tom’s question winded you slightly in your stomach. Sure, you did love Mark at one point in your life, and he definitely had made you happy once upon a time. But right now, as you walked along Venice Beach with your summer fling from ten years ago, you longed for a romance that was as exciting as the summer you had experienced with Tom, rather than the monotonous life you now led with Mark. 

“Do you love him?” Tom repeated. You stopped walking.

“No.”

Handing Tom a beer, you slumped down next to him on the large sofa in the living room of your apartment. Mark was away with business, so you had brought Tom back to your place as the sun had started to set and the LA air grew cold. He was still wearing his stained shirt from earlier, refusing to wear one of Mark’s clean ones you had offered him. He had his feet propped up on the coffee table that your own short legs tried and failed to reach. 

“Put them here,” he said, scooping both of your legs up in one arm, swivelling you around so your legs lay over him. His arm lay across the back of the sofa behind you, bending it every now and then to swig from his bottle.

“This whole day, I’ve been blabbing on to you about how much of a mess my life is and I’ve never even asked anything about yours. You’re still acting right? That’s what you were doing when we met.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Still acting, but I’m taking a bit of a break at the moment. Had a bit of a rough year last year, you see.” You hadn’t noticed his empty hand had been on your bare leg this whole time until he started stroking your skin gently with nerves.

“Oh?”

“Had my heartbroken,” he drank a large mouthful of his beer before placing the bottle on the floor next to him. “Was pretty shit.”

“You don’t have to talk about it,” you said, placing your hand on top of his that rested on your lap, giving it a small squeeze. 

“No, I… s’okay. I thought she was the love of my life,” he laughed sadly. “We were together for three years, but it turns out she was only really in it for my money and had another boyfriend in New York she had started seeing during the last few months of our relationship.” You leant down to put your beer bottle next to his on the wooden floor as a tear escaped Tom’s eye. He wiped it away quickly, hoping you hadn’t noticed as you sat back once again. 

“I’m sorry, Tom.”


“S’fine, I’m over it. We’ve been apart for almost a year. I just, I never really talked to anyone about it.” He took a deep breath. “Didn’t mean to get upset.”

Tom turned his head towards you, his face so close to your own that you could feel his shaky breath tickle your skin. You played with a loose thread on the collar of his shirt, not wanting to make eye contact, knowing that you wouldn’t be able resist kissing him. His hand wriggled out from underneath yours, away from its place on your leg and up to your face, where he touched your chin, tilting it so you had no choice but to look at him. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked nervously. You didn’t say anything, instead your lips gently met his own. They were warm and familiar, and tasted of the beer you both had been drinking. His hand made its way to the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss as his tongue entered in and out of your mouth. His other hand was on your waist, tugging at the thin fabric of your t-shirt. You moved your body, straddling him.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked you as you both lay naked on top of the beach towel he had brought along with him. You nodded gently, excited at the idea of losing your virginity to the cute British boy you had met on your family holiday.

The beach was deserted, as it had been every night at this time that you and Tom had met up, hidden away in the long grass of the sand dunes just in case anybody happened to be walking by. It had started off so innocent, just taking midnight strolls, hand in hand, at first. Then he’d kissed you, and before long each night you had wound up naked, his fingers touching you in places no boy had ever touched you before. You returned the favour, using your kisses to stifle his moans, carefully making sure you weren’t being too loud. 

It was your idea to have sex. Neither of you had done it before, and you hadn’t stopped thinking about what he would feel like inside you since you shared your first kiss. He’d managed to find a pack of condoms in one of the shops nearby to your resort and you’d gone halves on the price.

“Please. I want to do this,” you told him.

Wrapped up in your bedroom sheets, the sunlight streaming through the curtains you had left slightly open woke you up. Tom lay next to you, light snores escaping his lips as he lay on his back, his bare chest exposed. You traced his abs with your forefinger, amazed at his physique. 

“Mornin’,” he said after a while once he finally awoke. He placed a delicate kiss on your forehead. 

“I’m going to phone Mark today,” you told him as you lay in his arms. “I’m going to end things with him.” You had already taken your engagement ring off last night, throwing it into the city from the balcony of your eighteenth floor apartment after drinking too many beers with Tom. 

“Okay, love,” his morning voice was deep and croaky. “If that’s what you want to do.”

TXT Scenario; When they cuddle you

{Requested}

-You Guys are so nice❣️ Thank you for the support

Soobin;

Soobin had a rough day and went over to your house after practice. He casually walked in, it’s practically his house and your parents don’t really mind.

He sighed loudly before dropping himself of the bed.

“Are you tired?” You asked, he simply nodded

He sighed again, “It’s been a long”

You hugged him tightly, “You want to cuddle?”

Soobin nodded, he positioned himself to cuddle you, his ambrace always made you feel safe and warm.

“This is all I needed, your cuddles always make me feel better y/n” Soobin said before kissing the top of your head

Yeonjun;

Yeonjun had been dragging you around the mall all day and you were really tired from all the walking.

He continued to lead you around the mall holding your hand but then you stopped, he stopped shortly after you did.

“What’s wrong?” He asked

You pouted, “Babe I want to go home! I’m tired”

He sighed, “Yeah I’m sorry, we’ve been here a long time we should go home”

When you got you you immediately fell on your bed, you’ve never been so tired before. Yeonjun saw you and began laughing.

“You’re so dramatic y/n” Yeonjun joked

You patted the other side of the bed telling him to join you, “come here and cuddle with me”

He did as told and laid on the bed next to you, “Only because I’ve made you walk”

“-and because you love me”

Beomgyu;

“Y/n!” Beomgyu yelled, he was sick and you were in the kitchen making him soup.

“Yes babe?” You asked as you reached his room

“Come cuddle with me, I need your cuddles to make me feel better” Beomgyu pouted, his nose was clearly stuffed.

You went over to him and cuddled him, he was warm. You checked his fever and it was high, “Beomgyu let me go get you medicine”

He squeezed you tightly, “No you’re all I need”

Eventually you both fell asleep while cuddling, but when you woke up you saw your boyfriend looking at you.

“What is it?” You asked

“You’re beautiful” He answered

You checked his fever and it was gone, “You don’t have the fever anymore”

“I told you, you were all I need” He winked

Taehyun;

“Taehyun come cuddle with me!” You pouted

He shook his head smiling, “No!”

“Why not?” You asked

“You know I don’t like to cuddle a lot” he answered

You continued to pout, “but I’m tired and I need you”

He sighed, “Go to sleep you’ll soon fall asleep without me y/n”

You went to the room upset and fell asleep. Later Taehyun went to the room to check up on you, he saw that you were sleeping already, he felt bad for not cuddling you earlier so he cuddled you as you slept. He stroked your hair as well.

When you woke up you saw that he had cuddle you, you smiled and went back to sleep still having Taehyun wrapped around you.

Huening Kai;

You had a tough time at school so you ranted to your boyfriend about everything. He listened to every word you said, you were so mad that you ended up crying.

“Awe y/n don’t cry” he walked towards you, he held you tightly.

You continued to cry, “I’m just so mad”

“Come on lets cuddle” Huening said, you followed him. He began to cuddle you. You were still crying a little, Kai singed to you as he was wrapped around you. He smelled really good.

“You’ll be fine, those people don’t deserve you anyways” He whispered

You eventually fell asleep thanks to your boyfriend.

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Moonkyu’s Biggest Fan (Timoteo One Shot)

After a concert in Seoul, Timoteo decide’s to please his biggest fan.

Group: Hotshot Genre: Smut Word Count: 2,106 Author: Kyeongmi

As soon as you entered the concert hall it finally struck you that you were actually going to be seeing HOTSHOT. You tried to keep your calm as you made your way to your front row seat. A ticket for a front row seat wasn’t easy. You lined up hours in advance to make sure you were one of the first people there to get your tickets. HOTSHOT isn’t a very famous group, but you just couldn’t bare the thought of having to sit anywhere but the front row, as if you were going to let that happen. You sat in your seat between your two friends.

Sunmi turned, and shook your arm “AHH! Guys we’re actually here! I can’t wait to see Hojung!”

You breathed in and tried to keep your cool, “I can’t believe I’m seeing Timoteo either!” Your heart was pounding and there was so many things going through your mind at once. First, you couldn’t believe you were seeing one of your favorite kpop groups, and second you were about to be just feet away from the one guy who made you question everything. After about 45 minutes the concert was about to start. You started thinking about Timoteo again, and your heart started pounding furiously. As the lights went out you could faintly see the silhouettes of the members walk out onto the stage. The crowd started roaring. You and your two friends started screaming “HOTSHOT, HOTSHOT, HOTSHOT.” The song started, the lights came on and you instantly scanned for Timoteo. There he was right in front of you.

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Lap Cuddles

↳ Sapanp wants you to sit on his lap.

Pairing: [CC] Sapnap x Reader

TW: insecurities about weight

WC: 0.3k

Note: @box-of-roses <3

NAVIGATION

“You want me to sit on your…lap?” I ask, hesitant. Sapnap nods, smile on his face and hands tapping his lap as an invitation. I frown, muttering under my breath. How could he ever think this was a good idea? Begrudgingly, I trudge over to him and lower myself onto his lap. We’re face to face with my legs on both sides of his thighs. Most of my weight is still on my feet, I don’t want to hurt him.

“Sit down.” he whines, pulling me down by the shoulders so I sit fully, all weight on him. I anticipate him to ask me to move off any moment now, I must be too heavy. My hands are tightly holding onto his shoulders, head down to avoid his eyes.

He starts laughing. “So cozy, we should do this more.” Bewildered, I have to look up to meet his eyes. He has a smile on his face. “We can sit like this while I edit or something.” Is he serious right now? He moves under me and I immediately stand. Knew it, he’s just being nice to not hurt my feelings.

“Why did you move?” He asks, a frown on his face. “I was squishing you.” his lips part and he looks at loss for words. He blinks rapidly before saying, “No, you weren’t. Baby, please sit on my lap. I promise you weren’t squishing me or hurting me.” he tempts me back in by tapping his lap again, nodding his head when I make a move to get back on. When I’m close enough, he grabs my hand and holds onto it tightly, keeping that grip.

When I’m back on his lap, he grins. He does eventually let go of my hand only to hold my face with both. He pecks my lips and goes to hug me. I sigh light heartedly, putting my arms over his shoulders and staying like so for the next who knows.

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[VICTON] Take A Chance

Will I ever get over Seungwoo? No  This is kinda short, kinda sweet, but also kinda lame towards the end. I wasn’t sure how to finish it off without adding another 2k words lol.  Anyways I hope you all enjoy! 

Genre: Fluff kinda?  Word count: 1,544 Constructive criticism is always appreciated,  Thank u and goodnight 

“Do you like Y/N?” The question echoes loudly throughout the practice room, bouncing off the walls and ringing almost painfully in Seungwoo’s ears.

“Of course I do. She’s a nice friend.” Seungwoo says.

Hanse shoots him that look, the look that says No, you know what I mean. Seungwoo’s face lights up in realization. His first reaction is to shake his head, his lips quirking up and a breathless laugh of “no” falling from his lips.

You had known Seungwoo for ages, having been introduced by a mutual friend, who coincidentally is also an idol. Well, a trainee, to be specific. The two of you became glued at the hip almost immediately; Seungwoo feeling as though he had to constantly look after you for fear that you’ll wander too far off and land yourself into trouble. His relationship to you has always been similar to that of an older brother, albeit with a little extra something which you could never quite place your finger on.

At Seungwoo’s halfhearted response, Hanse only tilts his head. That look is back, boring a hole straight through Seungwoo’s defenses.

“Friend, huh. I bet that’s why you always walk her home?” He asks, a glint of mischief in his sharp eyes. From behind Hanse, Byungchan emerges, deciding to join in on the conversation. “Is that why you’re always buying her food?” He chimes in his soft voice. “You’re texting her every chance you get; making sure she’s eating well and getting enough rest. You jump at any opportunity to spend time with her.” Hanse continues. “Is it a crime to care for the wellbeing of a friend?” Seungwoo scoffs, feeling his ears redden at the sudden accusations. That look, once delivered by Hanse is now crossing Byungchan’s features. “Hyung, you don’t even dote on us like that.” He informs. At this, Hanse barks a “yeah!” and leans forward. “I’ve never seen you so taken with someone. Not even your closest friends.” He says. A third attacker, Chan, now decides to join the party. As he walks over, he says, “He’s smitten. He loooooves her.”

“Guys, come on.” Seungwoo tries, but his words are easily brushed aside. From in front of the large mirror covering the wall, Subin can be heard whistling and cooing, “Aweeee, Seungwoo has a crush!”

The boys have just finished their schedules for today, so using work as a scapegoat isn’t an option. When Sejun and Seungsik decide to join in on the assault, Seungwoo groans burying his face in his hands, standing a moment later. At his members’ protests, he offers up a, “You guys really are too much.” and then he tells them that he’ll meet them back at the dorms.

The next time Seungwoo’s budding feelings for you are brought up, it’s when he and Seungsik are at the grocery store. Seungwoo is pushing a cart, while Seungsik wanders in front of him, scanning the aisles for a number of ingredients that are needed to prepare dinner, along with various items that perhaps the boys just ran out of. “You really should tell Y/N about your feelings.” Seungsik idly comments, causing Seungwoo to sputter. “What does it matter? I don’t like her like that.” He offers. “You know just as well as I do that that’s not true.” Seungsik counters with a grin. “You may not be head over heels in love with her like Chan thinks, but you should at least let her know that what you feel for her goes a bit beyond friendship.” Seungwoo only nods, a grunt of acknowledgement sounding in his throat. Seungsik speaks again, much lower this time. “And, if you’re going to do anything, you might want to do it fast. A little birdie told me that someone else has his eyes on her.” The words are murmured as if a secret, some sort of taboo concept. Seungwoo’s eyes narrow a fraction, his brows knitting together. “What do you mean?” Seungwoo asks, a twinge of irritation bubbling in the pit of his stomach. At this, Seungsik offers up a laugh, waving a hand in dismissal. “It’s none of us, hyung, don’t worry. I’m not exactly sure who, but as I was paying a visit to the trainees the other day I heard her name bounced around a few times.” Seungwoo doesn’t offer a response, his mind wandering to the prospect of a potential boyfriend he’d have to share you with. His gut wrenches and his jaw clenches, his lips pressing together in a thin line. A potential boyfriend also means potential heartbreak, and Seungwoo doesn’t like the possibility of that one bit. Seungsik doesn’t speak of the topic any more after that.

It’s the following weekend, and Seungwoo waits patiently at your favorite cafe, absentmindedly twisting the ring that sits on his finger. His coffee sits untouched in front of him. His gaze softens as he dishes up a soft smile, offering to take your bag as you unceremoniously plop into the seat across from him. Your hair is slightly askew; a result of the wind outside. You run your fingers through the strands, a noise of annoyance leaving you when your fingers are stopped by your hair knotting together. Seungwoo laughs from his seat. He calls the waitress over, placing your order for you before he silently sends her off.

He’s dressed casually; a white t-shirt peeking through his dark hoodie, a rip here and there through his jeans. The public eye is no stranger to your friendship, and you’re thankful that you can be seen in public with him while avoiding any rumors. He’s staring at you fondly, his silver hair falling softly over his forehead. You briefly admire his features; plush lips and a sharp jawline, warm eyes that could comfort you in even the most distressing of times. You enjoy him best like this, where he’s not worried about his outward appearance, and you can see the faintest hint of exhaustion ghost his features and your heart swells because despite how tired he may be, he still chooses to spend time with you whenever he can.

The waitress brings over your drink, along with a slice of cake large enough to be split between the two of you. You thank her politely before grabbing a fork and digging right in. Maybe it’s the way your eyes flutter shut when you taste the food, a small hum of contentment reverberating in your chest, or maybe it’s the lines that nick themselves into the corners of your eyes when you smile at him, offering him a bite, but Seungwoo’s heart skips a beat. You excitedly tell him about your day, and he gazes at you lovingly as you speak. Your ears heat up under the weight of his stare. Seungwoo takes notice, his chest swelling with pride.

As you talk, he takes the opportunity to reflect on his feelings for you, trying to come to terms with just what exactly they are. Of all the words in the dictionary, Seungwoo can’t possibly fathom any combination of them to express just how much you mean to him. He wants to protect you, to ensure your safety and wellbeing because your wellbeing and happiness is his top priority. He wants to hold you close, to whisper against your ear just how important you are to so many people, especially him. He wants to kiss the top of your head and tell you he loves you. And he does; he loves you. Perhaps he’s always loved you. You’re rambling about your plans for the upcoming week, and there’s residue of the cream of your drink on your upper lip and Seungwoo’s overwhelmed and before he can stop himself he’s blurting out, “I like you.”

You blink a few times, laughing. “I’d sure hope so. How awkward would it be if we’ve been hanging out for as long as we have if you didn’t?” Seungwoo shakes his head, leaning onto the table with his elbows. “No, Y/N, I like you.” You stare at him, confused, before realization dawns on you. “Ohhh. Oh.” Is all you say. Suddenly, Seungwoo’s nerves settle into his gut, and he averts his gaze out the window, swallowing the lump in his throat. His face begins to burn with the embarrassment of potential rejection.

“I like you too.” You say, seemingly in a daze. What’s gotten into him? “Really?” He questions, pleading gaze snapping back to yours. You only nod. “Yeah. I think I have for a while now. You know, I was just asked out to a date the other day,” you say. Seungwoo’s expression falters. “But I said no, and when he asked why, I had to tell him I had feelings for someone else.” You speak slowly, as if only now coming to the realization that you return Seungwoo’s feelings. At this, Seungwoo’s ears perk up, and he’s unable to hide the smile that stretches from ear to ear. “So… You like me back?” He asks. You nod. “Does this mean that I can ask you to date me now?” You nod again. Seungwoo beams at you from his seat, and you’re left awestruck by his smile. Yeah, you definitely like him back.

say you love me

pairing; reader x ravn (oneus)

summary; this is a friends to lovers AU :) but both you and youngjo(ravn) are too shy to say anything.

REQUESTED;; I hope you enjoyed it and it’s like okAy

genre; fluff

warnings; none,,, uh but this is a bullet point writing hehe

you started to walk out of your room until you heard your phone bing

hoping it was youngjo you hurridly walked over to your bed and picked up your phone

sighing as you looked at the notification on your phone from Instagram

you then walked out of your room again, this time phone in hand and went to sit on your couch

as you sat down and picked up the TV remote your phone starting ringing

looking down at your phone to smile at the name that came up

“dork♡” which was indeed your bestfriend youngjo

you’ve had feelings for him for awhile but you didnt wanna ruin the friendship if he didnt feel the same way, which you knew he only saw you as his best friend

without thinking you picked up the phone quickly

“hey! I hope I didnt wake you up sleepy head,” he chuckled over the line

“no no, I’ve been up. why what’s up?” you asked as you smiled into the air

“I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out? we havent for awhile and I’ve missed you,” you could almost see his pout as he said that

“yeah of course, when?”

“wow not even I miss you back,” he teased you and laughed

“I miss you too dork,”

“you better,” he laughed again, “I’ll pick you up in 30 minutes?” he asked as you smiled once again

“yeah, I need to get ready anyways so, where are we gonna go?” you questioned

“you’ll see, anyways I’ll see you later!”

you hurridly got up and went to your room to get dressed

you picked up a hoodie and threw it over your messy bed head and grabbed some sweats and put them on

you grabbed a brush and brushed your hair

when you got done you went back into the living room and turned on some YouTube

about 20 minutes went by and you had a knock on your door

you went over and opened the door with a big smile

“hey!” he came in and squeezed you tight hug as he smiled

“hey dork” you responded as you pulled away from the hug

he took your hand in his and started walking down to the car

the way his hand felt in yours was amazing, his hand was soft and a little sweaty

you blushed and smiled as you continued walking

“okay okay, where are we going?” you questioned as you got into the passenger seat of his car

“you’re so impatient y/n,” he smiled as he said that, “you’ll see, it’s not that far away.”

after a few minutes his care came to a stop

“okayyy, we’re here!” he said excitedly

you got out of the car and looked around, it was the place you guys always went to

it was a nice secluded park around a woody area, there was a little pond in the middle (let’s uh pretend it’s not winternxnxnxnxn)

you two always went here when you wanted to talk and be alone

it was also beautiful, usually there were only a few people there but today there was only you two

he came over to your side and smiled

“I know you’ve been stressed lately with work and everything so I thought you needed a little time off.” he excitedly said as he started walking over to the pond

these were the little things that made you develope feelings for him

he was always such a sweetheart and caring

he always knew when you were stressed or sad, even just by a text message

he always found a way to make you laugh but then he was serious when he needed to be

you tried your best to keep in your tears as he looked at you

“oh no, what’s wrong? are you okay?” he asked as he turned around and hugged you

“no no I’m fine, I’m just happy. they’re happy tears,” you laughed as a little tear fell from the corner of your left eye

“oh good I thought you were sad,” he frowned as he pulled away

“you just make me so happy,” you said as you wiped your tear away and smiled

you guys walked over to the fountain that was going

it was quiet besides the the sound of water

“you know y/n, we’ve been friends for a long time,” he sighed as he mumbled, “and throughout this past year I’ve realized something.”

you looked over at him and smiled as you nodded

“yeah?” you asked quietly

“that I love you y/n,” he looked at his feet, “you’re an absolute sunshine and always know how to make me smile and make me feel amazing about myself.”

“youngjo,” you looked at him and smiled as you blushed, “I, love you too. I have for a long time..” you couldn’t manage to have anything else come out you were too flustered

“then will you do me an honour and be my girlfriend?” he looked over at you and took your hand in his

“of course, you dork.” you smiled at him

he leaned in and gave you a quick yet passionate kiss

his lips were a little chapped but soft anyways

you pulled away and looked into his eyes

“you have no idea how hard it’s been to keep this to myself,” he breathed out

“yes, I do. because it’s been hard for me top” you chuckled and smiled at him