#seventen imagines

[seokgyuu]

What could be worse than a valentine’s day alone? Exactly, a valentine’s day spent with your academic rival, Jeon Wonwoo, stuck in the home eco’s kitchen because you were both sentenced to take over the cookie baking for this season’s day of love. 

pairing: wonwoo x fem!reader

genre: academic rivals to lovers, smut, heart wrenching and tooth rotting fluff (wonwoo is down bad bad)

warnings: sexual content, smut warnings under cut! wonwoo is a little bit mean? but like not too mean? she’s also kinda mean. but they are in love! promise.

word count: 5k

a/n: hi everyone!! this is part of the cupids collab hosted by the wonderful @wongyuseokie for @svthub! this work is dedicated to the wonderful, the lovely, the hilarious @highvern! i hope you like it, babes!! sending you loads of love this valentine's day and thousands of kisses, mwah! i had loads of fun writing this and am happy to be a part of this collab, hehe. also thank you @ourdawnishotterthanourday for betaing, ily! <3

“I’m giving you one chance to get out of here,” you say, holding open the door. Wonwoo doesn’t move.  “Who says I’m the one who has to go? You’re obviously the worse baker.”  Oh, he is truly playing with you right now. You let the door fall shut, eyes squeezed as you stare at him. “Fine. Then it’ll be me and you, buddy.” “I guess so,” he pauses, eyebrow raising, “and I’m not your buddy.”

smut warnings: minimal degradation (usage of the word “slut”), praising, pet names (princess, sweetheart, darling, pretty girl) oral (f. receiving), begging, softdom!wonwoo, unprotected sex (you know the drill - wrap it before you tap it, folks!), creampie (get it… cream…pie? cookies & cre- ok i’m sorry).

There are approximately seven thousand three hundred and twenty eight places you would rather be than here. 

Nothing has helped you get out of this unfortunate situation. No pleading, no begging, not even wanting to send Seungkwan in your stead. Professor Yoon had been adamant in his decision to send you and him to this god forsaken home eco kitchen to bake the badge of cookies for the Valentine’s day sale. 

“It’s not even a real holiday!” you had whined to Seungkwan, “if it were, we wouldn’t even be at class in the first place!” 

All your best friend did was rub your back and tell you it was all gonna be fine, all while writing a text to Vernon on his phone in his other hand. He was used to your antics when it came to Jeon Wonwoo. Everyone was, at this point. Both of you had not made it hard to get used to - just by the amount of times you had decided to fight and dive right into rivalry when there was no reason to. Perhaps, he thought, it wasn’t even a bad idea to put you two in one room together for several hours with no one else. It could give you time to talk out your differences. Call for a truce. Screw the anger out of each other. Anything that would make Seungkwan’s life easier. 

That day comes sooner than you wanted it to, and while your hand lays on the handle of the car door, you feel the uneasiness inside you raise. 

“I can’t do this, Seungkwan. One of us is gonna end up dead.”

“Yeah, my money’s on Wonwoo. Please don’t disappoint me.” Seungkwan hums back, hands on the steering wheel and his eyebrows raised. You turn around, your mouth slightly agape before scoffing and opening the door.

“Pick me up at 4?” you ask and your best friend nods, waving at you once the door is closed. He truly hopes neither of you ends up dead (but if push comes to shove, obviously Wonwoo because then Vernon would owe him 5 bucks). 

Professor Yoon had told you that all necessities would be at the university and that you wouldn’t have to bring anything except for a good mood, something you didn’t dare to say was impossible in the given situation. 

You aren’t stupid (Wonwoo would beg to differ), you are well aware that your professor is trying to end whatever war you and Wonwoo have going on by pairing you up for this. And while you get the sentiment and might even appreciate it a little - you’re more than sure that nothing will ever come out of this - Wonwoo and you despise each other. It has been like this since your first semester and it most definitely wasn’t going to change over something as trivial as baking cookies together. 

The home eco’s kitchen is in the basement of the economics building and you are happy to notice you’re the first to arrive. Smiling to yourself, you fish the key to the room out of your bag and unlock the door, walking in and turning on the lights. 

The kitchen is spacious and modern, everything is made out of gray steel, with a few dark wood accents on the cupboards. You spot the boxes with ingredients on the island, and place your bag next to it before unpacking the things provided for you and Wonwoo. It becomes your mission to arrange the cookbook with the recipe in the center of the right side of the island, gathering all the needed ingredients around it in the order you would need it. Then, you search the cupboards for a big bowl, wooden spoon and a mixer. 

You have gathered almost everything except for the mixer, spotting it in one of the higher cupboards you most definitely can’t reach without some sort of help. Biting down on your lip and gnawing on it, you look around the room, coming up empty. There are chairs in the room next to the kitchen, but you don’t have the key for it. With a sigh, you stretch yourself as much as you possibly can, hand reaching for the kitchen gadget - with no luck. Just when you’re about to climb on top of the counter, you feel something shift behind you, a body suddenly pressed against yours and an arm reaching up to grab the mixer for you without any trouble at all. 

Wonwoo. Your body stiffens at his touch and only relaxes once he backs off, putting the mixer down next to the other stuff. Immediately you turn around, your eyes glaring at him.

“Someone decided to show up, after all.” You spit at him and he rolls his eyes. 

“I was forced, if you must know.” He says not even looking at you. His eyes are focused on the ingredients on the counter, his lips slowly drawing into a smug smile.

“Control freak much?” 

Your head burns and you scoff, walking over to the door and feeling his eyes on you as you move. 

“I’m giving you one chance to get out of here,” you say, holding open the door. Wonwoo doesn’t move. 

“Who says I’m the one who has to go? You’re obviously the worse baker.” 

Oh, he is truly playing with you right now. You let the door fall shut, eyes squeezed as you stare at him.

“Fine. Then it’ll be me and you, buddy.”

“I guess so,” he pauses, eyebrow raising, “and I’m not your buddy.”

For the most part the two of you are quiet. Mainly because you don’t have anything to say to each other. You split the ingredients evenly (either one of you starting with their own batch since there is a whole lot of cookies to bake) and begin working on opposite ends of the kitchen. You get through the first batch without so much as exchanging looks. You do your thing and he does his. Only, when you get the first batch out, you ask him to hand you the oven mittens, which he does without any fuss. You’re surprised but don’t say it. 

It’s when the both of you start to work on your second batches that things… change.

You hate to admit the tension in the room. In fact, you’ve been hating it since the first day you’ve met him. It’s a shame he’s so hot when he’s the absolute bane of your existence. Your friends (mainly Seungkwan, really) tease you about your obvious attraction to the man you call your archnemesis every chance they get, causing you to flip them off, or scoff, or just roll your eyes at how extremely wrong they are. If you could change it, you would! Finding him attractive whilst hating him truly is exhausting. 

Slowly, you let yourself turn around in hopes he doesn’t notice. Thankfully, he is entirely focused on sprinkling chocolate chips into the cookies - white chocolate chips. You let out a gasp and your wooden spoon falls onto the top of the counter you’re working on.

“That’s cheating!” You shout, pointing at the package of sweets that he so obviously brought himself. What a jerk!

Not even looking at you, Wonwoo chuckles at your words, placing the chocolate chips next to him and wiping his hands on the apron he had put on earlier. Then, he turns to you, hip leaning against the counter, arms crossed and his eyebrows raised as he smirks like the douchebag you know he is.

“Cheating, yeah?” He repeats, licking his lips, “not sure it counts as cheating when it was clear from the beginning I would make better cookies, sweetheart.”

His condescending way of talking to you has always succeeded in making your blood boil, just like right now. You scoff, shaking your head and cleaning your own hands with a kitchen towel to your left.

“You know, considering these are for the day of love it is quite ironic Professor Yoon paired me with you, the person I hate the most.” You present Wonwoo with a honey dripping smile that couldn’t be more fake. Wonwoo doesn’t waver though. He just continues to smirk, his eyebrows shooting up even more, and before you know it he starts walking towards you, a click of his tongue almost making you flinch.

“See, love and hate are like siblings. While on the surface they couldn’t be more different, in their core they are irritatingly similar,” his voice is deep and his eyes are right there on yours and somehow you feel like he has taken away your ability to breathe. What the hell is he doing?

“You were always fascinating to me, darling. Always so sure of your opinion, never wavering. That first day we met, do you remember? How you were on my ass for the rest of the day because Professor Cha liked my answer better than yours?”

“He did not!” You shoot back, surprised by your own whiny tone. Looking at Wonwoo’s face, the defined jawline and cheekbones, the round specs on top of his nose and the brown soft curls falling into his forehead, you immediately regret speaking up at all. There is something in his eyes now, something you have never seen before  - at least not on him. Something inside of him shifted, like a switch that had been flipped, and the way he looks at you makes all of your skin erupt in goosebumps. 

“Ah, so I imagined things?” Wonwoo only so much as whispers, his large frame coming even closer, “Are you saying I’m a liar, pretty girl?”

Pretty girl. What the fuck? Your eyes widen and you feel your throat closing up. Absolutely not, you could not freeze right now! He was testing you, seeing how far he could go before you actually fell for whatever he was trying to do. Gathering all your confidence, you bring your hands up to place them on his chest and softly push him away. It gives you extreme satisfaction when you see the surprise on his face.

“And if I am? What are you going to do about it, Wonwoo?” Your smile turns smug and the little vein on Wonwoo’s forehead pops out just slightly. About to retrieve your arms, you are met with his hands around your wrists and his body even closer to yours. 

To say he catches you by surprise would be an understatement. Your lower back is pressed against the counter, your hands in his grip and your lungs missing the necessary air to not get dizzy. Why does he smell so good? You catch yourself thinking thoughts you normally would try to suppress at any given time - especially when Wonwoo is right in front of you. This time, though, there is no escaping. Not with him so close, not with him staring right into your soul.

“I have learned one thing over the years we’ve known each other, Y/N,” he breathes, eyes not leaving your face, “you can be a real fucking brat.”

The gasp you want to let out gets stuck in your throat. Instead, something like a choke comes out, something that makes Wonwoo smirk and your legs weak.

“You really think you’re sly. Do you honestly believe I don’t know how attractive you find me? How you need to look away everytime I come in wearing tighter shirts or pants that hang low enough to see the waistband of my underwear? You always try to act like you hate me and, you know what, maybe you do, but what I said earlier isn’t wrong, darling, love and hate are like yin and yang - they can’t exist without the other.”

He has your wrists in a strong grip and his lower body is now pressed against yours, something you never realized you craved. Feeling his growing erection against you, knowing he is turned on by you, by the situation, you feel like your head is about to explode. 

“So, what if I tell you that maybe I don’t actually hate you, but I actually find you attractive as well? What if I tell you nine out of ten times I want to shut your annoying mouth up by shoving my cock right down your tight throat? Or how whenever you bend over your desk to tell someone something you, of course, know better than them, I want to take you just like that and make everyone see just how much of a desperate pretty slut you actually are?”

You’re done for. With every word he’s saying, you can feel yourself actually becoming what he says you are. Desperate. The heat between your legs has turned into liquid in your panties, has turned into your heart beating at triple speed. 

“Y-You can’t just say that!” You stutter, knowing full well he will just laugh at you. And he does. He laughs and he throws his head back and then he looks at you again, his eyes glinting with want that only gets emphasized by the hard cock pressing against you. 

“Oh, sweet, sweet baby. Of course, I can,” he hums, finally letting go of one of your wrists to carefully tug a strand of hair behind your ear, “you’re so beautiful, especially when you’re flustered.” 

He must be playing with you. It has to be one of his games. He wants you to give in, wants you to fall for this only to hold it over your head for the rest of your college life. His mixture of dominance and sweetness is about to give you whiplash, especially when he begins to caress your cheek and leans down, his breath hitting your cheek. 

“We need to finish those cookies, Wonwoo.” The words are whispered and almost inaudible, but he hears you and he smiles.

“We’re alone in this basement, sweetheart. We’ve got all day to finish those cookies.” His hand wanders down, finding its place on your hip. You shiver slightly, your gaze flickering between his eyes and his lips and when his nose bumps against yours, something tells you that maybe he is serious. 

When he kisses you, you figure that something is correct. What’s supposed to start soft turns into something deep, and hot, and uncontrolled, right off the bat. Kissing Wonwoo feels like the only thing you had ever missed out on in life and now you finally got the chance to take what belongs to you. His lips are soft and his tongue is warm, pressing against yours and entangling it in a dance of fire. Your hands are in his hair and his are on your hips and you’re sitting on top of the counter with all of your ingredients pushed to the side, your wooden spoon falling to the floor when Wonwoo lifts you up. 

As if on instinct, your legs wrap around him and you moan against his lips when his hands move up, groping your breasts through your shirt. He licks into your mouth, your fingers digging into his nape, nails dragging along his skin. 

If you could see into Wonwoo’s brain you might have gotten scared. Not because he’s thinking actual scary thoughts but because of how many times he has imagined this. You’re always there, somewhere in his brain, your smile, your eyes, your laugh. And when he’s alone and can’t sleep you’re there too, but this time it’s how he thinks you’d sound when he’s inside of you, when he sucks on your neck and squeezes your tits. There hasn’t been a day since he met you that he hadn’t thought about you. 

It’s a shame you immediately called him out to be your academic rival on that day because all Wonwoo wanted to do back then was to make you his girlfriend, basically falling in love with you at first sight. As cliché as it sounds, it’s even more cliché considering he just played along with you, acting like he hated you, riling you up during class in ways he would rather switch for moments like this one right now. 

Never had he imagined he’d get you alone, especially considering how good you are at avoiding him. But when Professor Yoon had asked him to bake the cookies for the Valentine’s day sale - he couldn’t help but suggest you as his partner. Hours would be spent together in a kitchen, hours you had to spend with him. 

He loves how right he was. How right he was about you giving in, about you finding him hot, about you wanting him. He loves the sounds you make when he begins kissing down your neck and when his hand wanders under your shirt and shoves away your bra to touch the breasts he had been dreaming about. He sucks marks onto your neck and feels himself grow harder with every passing second. There is nowhere on this earth he’d rather be than right here, between your legs. 

“Been dying to do this, you know?” He mumbles against your neck, licking up to your earlobe and twitching in his pants when he feels you shivering under his touch.

“R-Really?” You whimper back and Wonwoo nods, both hands moving to your cheeks, lips back on yours in a heated, passionate kiss. He thinks that nothing will ever feel as good as kissing you. 

“Yeah, baby, wanted to kiss you forever, fuck,” he moans when your fingers move underneath his shirt, when you touch his bare skin and all of him begins to burn.

“Wanted to touch you, taste you.” His words echo in your mind and you open your eyes, a horny daze in them that makes Wonwoo question his sanity. He moves down now, kissing your neck again and shoving your shirt up to kiss your stomach and breasts over your bra, nimble fingers opening the apron you had laced around your hips earlier. 

“Can I taste you, pretty girl?” He asks then and you think you nod, at least you want to nod, but your head is clouded and you feel like you’re about to pass out. When he moves to get the apron off of you, focussing on opening your pants next, you figure you did in the end. 

Having you half naked in front of him makes Wonwoo feel like he has reached the gates of heaven. Your pants are on the floor and your chest is heaving, eyes glossy as you watch Wonwoo move to the floor, his tall body still reaching the top of the counter when he kneels in front of you. He moves his arms, wrapping them around your thighs and pulling you closer, his nose tapping against your sensitive core the next second. With a gasp, your hands reach for his head of hair, grounding yourself in it as you stare down at the way he eyes your pussy as if he had never seen anything more delicious in his life. 

When he moves your panties to the side, his finger softly gliding over your folds, you feel yourself shiver once more. You let out another whimper, biting down on your lip that feels hot and a little bruised after the way Wonwoo had kissed you. 

“God, I can’t even tell you how many nights I’ve dreamt of this moment.” He kisses the inside of your thighs, making you moan quietly, fingers coating themselves in your juices, ready to please you. 

Watching him is messing with your head in the best way possible. The way he looks at you, so full of endearment and adoration. How he touches you as if you’d break if he touched you too vehemently. He lets his tongue glide over your skin, moving until it reaches your dripping cunt, licking over your lips, tasting you for the first time. The moan he lets out has you digging your nails into his scalp, mouth dropped as you continue to stare down, continue to watch Wonwoo, your archnemesis, begin to devour your pussy like a Michelin star dish. 

He starts off slow, licking over your folds, not touching your clit even once. If he died right now, he’d be content. Tasting you, hearing your sounds when you’re aroused, him being the cause of it - it’s almost all of his dreams coming true. His fingers move, one of them circling your entrance, your whines growing louder by the second. You want his fingers inside of you, you need them inside of you. Wiggling your hips against him, Wonwoo chuckles at your antics and finally moves his finger, inch by inch sinking into your needy hole, your eyes squeezing shut as you clench around him. 

“So, so eager, princess,” he mumbles against your pussy, another breathy laugh causing you to thrust forward, his finger now completely inside of you. And, fuck, do you feel wonderful. So much better than anything Wonwoo had experienced before, better than anything he could have imagined. Perhaps, he figures, it’s because it’s you. 

Next thing you know, Wonwoo’s lips are around your clit, sucking it into his mouth, tongue flicking against it and leaving you to moan his name time and time again. Your hips move against him and he lets you, his cock straining against his pants in desperate need for attention. But not yet, he isn’t done with you. First, you’d have to come undone on his tongue and his fingers, first you had to scream his name as you experienced complete and utter satisfaction. Wonwoo does everything in his power for that to happen. He adds another finger and fucks you open, his long fingers meeting your sweet spot with every thrust as if he had studied your body for hundreds of hours. His tongue does the work of a god, his lips kiss you like you had never known you needed to be kissed, especially down there. 

“D-Don’t stop! Oh, fuck, Wonwoo!” You cry out, your head thrown back as you focus on nothing but your pleasure, on how he feels on your pussy, how it all is too much and yet not enough. You think about what’s to come, about how he will fuck you next, will sink into you with his cock, will make you feel like you’re the most precious woman on this planet. Even more than he already does. Your high is nearing, it’s so close you can feel it right there in front of you, that tight knot in your stomach about to break free and give you one of the most intense orgasms of your life. 

“Cum for me, baby. Fuck, I want you to cum on my tongue.” Wonwoo’s words are like magic, like a spell that he puts on you. A lewd whine escapes your throat and you do as he wishes, cumming all over his tongue and fingers, your juices drenching his face. He lets you ride out your orgasm on his face, anticipation filling him when he finally parts from you. 

Immediately, you pull down to kiss him when he stands. Tasting yourself on his lips with your hands opening his apron and getting it off his tall frame with his help, you can’t wait to get even closer to him. You slip out of your panties with his lips steadily on yours, a faint sound in your ears when they hit the floor.

“Need you so bad, Wonwoo, please hurry,” you cry out and he laughs, kissing your neck and your cheek, his hands opening his belt, zipper and button, shoving his pants down only for you to gasp at the sheer size of his bulge. He grins, hands back on your face to make sure you’re looking at him.

“Naughty, aren’t you? My perfect, pretty slut,” he kisses your lips again and your eyes roll back, your pussy throbbing in want. And obviously he knows how much you want him - he wants you just the same. As he continues to kiss you, he moves to pull his briefs down, his hard erection springing free, angry tip red and smeared with pre, oh-so ready to sink into your warm embrace. You part from him, eyes now setting on his cock, your mouth watering at the sight. 

“Fuck, you’re big,” you say, swallowing down the saliva pooling in your mouth. Wonwoo only grins wider, his big hands finding purchase on your hips as he leans down again. 

“Beg a little for it, baby, and you might get it.” You shiver and bite down on your lip, your hands wandering over his still clothed torso and down to his cock, slowly wrapping your hand around it.

“Please, Wonwoo, please fuck me…,” is your whispered plead, and the man standing in between your legs groans against your neck, sucking yet another mark into your delicate skin before nodding and grabbing his cock out of your hand, lining it up perfectly with your entrance and slowly sinking in.

His forehead is leaned against yours when he bottoms out and his hands caress your head, coming to a stop on your nape. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he mumbles, kissing the tip of your nose and you smile, giving the tip of his nose a kiss back. Then, he parts from you and the look in his eyes changes from soft to dark. He does his first thrust, catching you off guard, a loud moan escaping you. Your hands grab onto his shoulders as he continues his thrusts, fucking you deep and hard, his eyes focused on your face that contours in absolute bliss. When he said you’re beautiful, he meant it. 

He is holding onto your hips again, pulling you as close to him as he can, his hips chasing yours, his cock in the deepest bits of your pussy, your gummy walls squeezing him for his pleasure. There is nothing you can do besides begging him to go faster, begging him to not ever stop and crying his name when he leans down to suck on your hard nipple over your shirt. 

“Wonwoo! Fuck!” You clench over and over again, stars dancing in front of your eyes accompanied by beautiful lights that slowly but surely turn into fireworks. With every thrust of his hips, you feel yourself coming closer to the edge again. You want him to fill you, want him to claim you as his, make you feel full of him and only him. Nails are digging into his shoulders, your head falling back against the kitchen cabinet, his groans and the beautiful sound of your name coming out of his mouth chasing you off the cliff and into the warm waters of yet another intense orgasm. 

“Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, oh- Wonwoo!” It’s done, you are done, your climax hitting you hard and making you gush all over his length that is still so deeply buried inside your sensitive cunt. Wonwoo moans, feeling your pussy clench around him, squeeze him, beg him to cum, to decorate you in his shades of white. And he wants to, god, there is nothing he had ever wanted more. His breathing becomes labored and he leans forward, engulfing you in yet another heated kiss, one arm wrapped around you, the other letting its hand rest on your cheek, thumb caressing your chin as his tongue flicks against yours over and over, mixed with his breathless moans. 

When you squeeze him the next time, he erupts. He moans your name, hips becoming frantic as he shoots his load into you, spurts of white and hot cum filling your spent pussy, your and his combined releases dripping down your thighs even as he fucks his cum so, so deep into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he pants against your mouth, continuing to kiss you right after, riding out his orgasm and only stopping when you’re both completely out of breath. 

It’s silent for a few moments, the only thing audible your almost synchronized breathing. Your hands are still on his shoulders, his hands are still on your waist and your cheek. His face is buried in the crook of your neck and he softly kisses your sweaty skin, nothing but pure happiness running through him at this point. He softly caresses your face as he leans back again, his eyes searching for yours. 

“Y/N,” he then breathes, a small and maybe even shy smile playing on his lips.

“Wonwoo,” you sigh back, pulling him into a hug that he accepts with a laugh, both his arms now fully wrapped around your body. He’s still inside of you and only leaves you when you part from the hug, more of his release now dripping out of your core. He doesn’t ask whether you’re on birth control because for all he cares he would love to have you pregnant with his child. The thought alone makes his head spin. 

“Well,” he begins, a smug smile on his face as he leans down to pick up your panties, “that definitely gives ‘cookies and cream’ a different meaning.” 

You stare at him, slightly bewildered, for around three seconds before you burst into laughter, grabbing your underwear from him and jumping back onto your shaky feet. “You’re horrible,” you say and shake your head and Wonwoo’s smile grows even wider.

“Maybe. But I promise you, sweetheart, I’ll never ever be horrible to you again.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that, Mr. Know-It-All,” you smile and give his cheek a peck that he reacts to by turning bright red. 

It is in that exact moment you realize Wonwoo was never your archnemesis. Nor has he ever been as much of an ass as you had made him out to be. Jeon Wonwoo is nothing but a loser who’s been in love with you since the very first day you met him, and perhaps you had always known. Perhaps you finally let yourself realize right now, the moment after he had cum inside of you and still blushes like a little kid when you kiss his cheek, that the only reason you had chosen him to be your rival was to run away from how much you knew you’d fall for him if you didn’t. 

“Come on, let’s do what we actually came here for.”

And for the rest of the day you and Wonwoo bake the cookies for the sale and talk about what your plans are for Valentine’s. To no surprise those plans immediately involve hanging out together. Maybe, you think, to give ‘cookies and cream’ that new meaning over and over again. 

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[wonwoonlight]

everything and more / choi seungcheol (new series announcement)

➝ Seungcheol x single mom!Reader (feat. OC, Jisoo, Jinyoung, Jeonghan, etc.)

➝ best friends to lovers // single mom!Reader // slowburn // fluff // angst

➝ total series word count: TBA

➝ Start date: TBA

➝ End date: TBA

➝ synopsis:

After seeing the wonderful single mother that is your sister, you decided motherhood isn't for you. You love your nephew with all your heart, but you don't think you have it in you to be as selfless as she is to raise a child twenty-four seven. But when your sister passed on an accident and it's up to you to take care of your three-years-old nephew, you're determined to offer the world for him just so he can grow up to be the person your sister would want him to be. Luckily, you have all the people you need to make it happen; especially a certain Choi Seungcheol who's been there for you and has no plan on going away anytime in the future.

A/N: hi. for once i decided to post a series before writing about 80% of it already. but this one isn't going to be long (like three, four chapters i think) and i'll just write as i go so this won't have a posting schedule like my previous series did. hope you're looking forward to this <3

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[atinyjules]

YOUR WEDDING DAY FT. JEON WONWOO (PICTURES EDITION)

Yeah, a part two!

So...I just realised I forgot to put the picture of the engagement ring and the wedding rings so...(๑-﹏-๑)

The Engagement Ring

The Wedding Rings

More Wedding Photos

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Yeah...that's it for the pictures edition

Reblogs and likes are appreciated(♡˙︶˙♡)

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[banghyunchanji]

Imagine Vernon when you tell him your pregnant

ALL GIFS BELONG TO RIGHTFUL OWNERS

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[robinhobiii]

-Hello

Hello I’m Robin! I will be mostly writing for bts and seventeen.

Feel free to request anything

masterlist

Bts

Mafia! Yoongi

Pretty Fiction, Ugly Reality

Idol! Jungkook

Teddy Bear

Prince! Jimin

Little Miss Hero

Mafia! Hoseok

Forever Yours

Seventeen

Mafia! Jeonghan

Princess, Only You, The Truth Untold

Mafia! Jun

I Flower You, Deception

Mafia! Seungcheol

Sweet Innocence

Mafia! Mingyu & Wonwoo

Rightfully Ours

Professor! Wonwoo

Buttons

Boyfriend! Seungkwan

I Love Boo, I Love Boo More, I Love Boo The Most

Rockstar! Joshua

Piece of me

Assassin! Minghao

Antithesis

Oblivious! Soonyoung

Beautiful

#seventeen x reader #svt imagines #seventeen fluff #seventen #svt fanfic #seventeen x y/n #bts fluff #bts #bts fanfic #seungcheol x reader #yoon jeonghan #svt joshua #svt junhui #hoshi svt #wonwoo x reader #jihoon x reader #svt minghao #mingyu #dokyeom #seungkwan #seventeen seungkwan #svt vernon #seventeen dino #jin x reader #namjoon x reader #yoongi x reader #bts taehyung #jungkook #jimin x reader #jhope

[strwbwoo]

I HAD A FLABBERGASTING IDEA: JUNUARY. BAHAHHAHA

#svt fic #seventen #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen jun #wen junhui #svt jun #jun fluff

[hugs2doie]

𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗂’𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 ! ── ❤︎ ˙ ̟🦢 !!

WHAT I WRITE:

— i write for nct & txt (i’ll add riize soon)

— fem!reader & gn!reader (would love if u guys would specify when requesting)

— blurbs, reactions, headcanons, smaus, basically everything

WHAT I DON’T WRITE

— smut (i’m a minor, the closest i’ll get is writing suggestive stuff, mostly jokes ‘till now.)

— poly relationship

— girl groups

— member x member

— lucas

— not writing for seventeen anymore

ᝰ.ᐟ as long as you follow these rules & are respectful,, you’re more than welcomed here <3

#nct #nct dream #nct dream fluff #nct dream headcanons #nct dream imagines #nct dream reactions #nct dream x reader #nct fluff #nct headcanons #nct imagines #seventen #seventeen fluff #rules #seventeen headcanons #seventeen imagines #seventeen reactions

[odetokkyu]

A Diamond Among Pebbles - Part One

This is for all Carats but mostly for my friend Erika.

Hope you enjoy reading

it's short for now skdkdkskdkek

I'm not really into parties. I avoid them as much as possible but it's too late to get out of this one now. My friend, Joshua, dragged me to a house party. I don't really know anyone here besides Joshua, I don't even know who owns this house. Joshua's outside in the garden with his other friends playing beer pong. I told him I'd mingle with other people but I lied, I'm sitting alone on the couch in the middle of the living room. The whole house is dimly lit by a purple hue, music is blasting so loud, red cups everywhere, you know.. typical college house party.

I want to go hooooome but I can't leave because Joshua's my ride home and I don't want to just leave him here. I stand up from the couch and make my way to the hallway with a lot of doors, I pick randomly and opened one. I closed the door as I entered and went down the stairs, apparently it's the way to the basement. It's brightly lit and the music is loud but not as much as it was upstairs. It's an entertainment room, billiard table, big LED television, big ass couches.

I suddenly couldn't breath, my eyes were both focused on Joshua and some guy I've never met. They were at a corner playing chess but they stopped talking once they saw me.

Y/n: Sorry, I didn't know where I was going. I thought this was going to the comfort room.

I lied, technically I didn't but I knew it wasn't going to the comfort room. I knew were the comfort room was, I've been in and out of there trying to avoid human interaction with anyone else. I thought Joshua was outside??

Joshua: No, it's okay! uhmm .. this is Vernon by the way.

He introduces me to the other guy, who apparently is called Vernon. I'm so confused, he looks American but also looks Korean?

y/n: .... hi.

I walk over to shake his hand but decided not to, so I just stood there awkwardly and waved my right hand to say hi. Vernon just stared at me which made it more awkward. Skdksksks help.

Joshua: .... okaaaay.... soo.. y/n wanna play a game of chess?

y/n: ... uh no, I'm okay. I'll just head back upstairs.

Joshua stood up immediately and walked over to me, he drapes his arm around my shoulders like he usually does, which makes other people think we're together.

Joshua: Alright, thanks for tonight. I think I'm going to head out.

Vernon: .. okay. Think about what I said.

Joshua: .... sure.

The drive home was silent which was unusual. He drops me home and I say my thanks and goodbyes. I asked him earlier what they were talking about but he just laughed and said nothing, I can tell when he's lying.

#seventeen #vernon #joshua #fanfic #imagines #seventen imagines

[innocent17bts]

Could I request a seungkwan smut where y'all doing the do and y'all get caught and scolded? If that makes sense?

Okay… I hope this is okay >.

His arms were around your waist as his lips leave sof kisses on your neck. You giggled, your hands trying to move his arms as your eyes wandered to the door. At least you could go to his room instead of staying on the sofa but it seemed like he had no intention to move. 

“They can come at any moment” you whispered to him, not sure if he was actually listening to you. 

“Hmm” he replied, this time his lips sucked on your neck making you moan.

“Seungkwan!” you yelled raising your arms.

He took his chance to throw you at the sofa with him, his lips finally touching yours. You sighed, your hands going up on his arms, your lips responding to his kiss with the same hunger. 

“They’re not gonna come” he said, against your lips noticing you were still trying to look at the door. “Jagi~, please just focus on me” he pouted. 

You sighed and smile. How to say no to that face? You finally stopped trying to see if the boys were coming or not just to focus on his lips, and on his hands, wanderind between your thighs, dangerously close to your core. 

You two actually wasted to time in end up completely naked, your lips kissing the soft skin of his chest, slowly going down to make him shiver in desire. You chuckled, entangling your fingers with him before going again to kiss his lips.

“I’m sorry, but I actually can’t wait anymore”

With your legs on both sides on his, you lined his dick on your entrance before lowering your body, slowly, letting your body adjust to him. He hissed, throwing his head back on the sofa, his hands grabbing your hips.

“Can i start moving?” you mocked him. 

Before he could actually reply, you started doing it. His hips moving in respond against yours, making you moan even louder. 

“y/n…” he moaned, his hands on your hips starting to get control of your pace and helping you to reach the right spot. 

You surrounded his neck with your arms, hiding your face on his neck as you kept bouncing on him, your moans becoming louder next to his ear. 

You were so focused on the feeling, on the sensations of having him inside, on how your hips were slamming against his you didn’t hear the main door open and even worst, when some entered on the room. 

“What th-!?” 

You jumped on the sofa, turning your head to find Minghao and Jun on the door, the first one with eyes wide open and the second clearly was trying to hold a laughter. 

Seungkwan quickly tried to find something to cover you up, as he started rambling trying to say something but not getting anywhere. You were shaking, just wanting to hide behind the sofa when Minghao started talking. 

“What the hell was that? You don’t live here alone you now? WHAT IF IT WAS THE MAKNAE WHO CAME HERE FIRST?”

Jun nodded, his face still showing his effort to hide a smile. Of course he find it funny after one time he actually cockblocked you before. How did he do to always enter at the worst time? 

“We’re sorry” you said, not able to look him in the eye, it was so embarrassing but at least they were only 2 of the 12 boys. 

“It was my fault…” Seungkwan said quickly, still looking at his hands. 

Minghao sighed, of course he understand you two but how could you not think that anyone could come back to the dorms at any moment? 

Before he could continue talking, Jun grab him by the arm “Okay, let’s leave these love birds to clean up this mess and talk with them later. The others are about to arrive and I don’t think they want more public” 

#anon #reply #seventeen #svt #seventeen smut #svt smut #seventen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen reactions #svt reactions #boo seungkwan

[serenityseventeen]

Mingyu (김민규):

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“Criminal: Ruthless”

synopsis: When you get caught by the Maran Mafia Family as the genius hacker for the Diamante Mafia Family, your boyfriend, the ruthless Kim Mingyu, comes to your rescue.

genre: mafia!au

pairing: mafia-member/diamante-family-member!mingyu x hacker!reader (ft. diamante mafia family/seventeen members & maran mafia family)

warnings: guns, violence, mafia, killing, blood, death

a/n: I couldn't write anything mafia-related without thinking of Vincenzo so consider this one a little Vincenzo inspired. + I spent some time playing volleyball and as a noob, my hands hurted but I'm good now ^^

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“So you're telling me, the key to the Diamante family's continuous successes is this person?”

Chad Maran, the leader of the Maran Mafia, stared down at you, who was on your knees with your hands and ankles bound tightly behind your back with rope.

Denis Maran, the oldest son, was standing by his father. “That's right. A genius hacker that was able to corrupt all of our security systems.”

Chad laughed and kicked your stomach. You fell backward, defenseless, onto the hard concrete floor. The room was dark and it was surrounded by men all around.

There was fresh blood on the right corner of your lip as you laid on your side, on the hard floor.

Chad crouched down, his black beard and green eyes were filled with greed. He pushed you again, placing his hand roughly on your neck, threateningly. “A genius hacker for those Diamante bastards, you'll be useful.”

Chad turned to Denis and with only a simple meeting of the eyes, Denis nodded and left the room. You saw bits of light before it was blocked again.

“Hack. After today, you won't be able to do that again.”

Your heart pounded nervously and you kept your mouth shut. Chad's words scared you to the core.

The Maran family was one of the most chaotic mafia families. They are always seeking ways to get money, killing the innocent, and abusing their status. You didn't believe it until you saw it. They were named as one of the most ruthless gangs for their reckless killings.

In your opinion, they were one of the dumbest mafia gangs.

Ruthless, sure.

A little bit later, Denis came back with a laptop.

You were moved into a chair, your feet still tied together. Denis untied the rope that captured your wrists. For a second you thought that maybe you should just try your best and fight them, but then you went back to reality: you were just a hacker.

You were just a hacker who was hired by the Diamante Family and happened to fall in love with one of the members, Kim Mingyu.

Your heart was still beating nervously, hoping that Mingyu would come to your rescue. As the hidden card for the Diamante family, of course, none of them expected that anyone would find you out. They only taught you simple things.

It would be extremely stupid if you acted up.

The laptop opened and honestly, you were bummed. It was just like any other laptop. They were expecting you to hack into the Diamante's security system without knowing anything.

An advantage.

You began almost right away: hacking the security system of the Maran family. The building you were in right now.

Even if they realized something was wrong, it was better to die than live in betrayal. Even if that meant that you wouldn't ever finish the love story between you and Mingyu.

Denis took out a gun to his back pocket and held it to the side of your head. “One little lie and you're not even going to be able to reminisce your memories.”

‘How do you know when I lie?’ You thought.

Yet, you were still so afraid of death. That threat was scary to some extent but it just made them sound more foolish.

Chad was sitting in a chair at the corner of the room, sipping some wine. Your eyes focused on the laptop screen, your fingers tapping the keyboard hurriedly even though you were only creating your own bug and placing it into their security system.

Suddenly, there was a loud gunshot. You covered your ears in surprise and fear because you thought that that bullet was for your brain.

However, instead, Denis fell to the floor, clutching his hand. You stared at him, still shocked at the situation. Denis's hand was bleeding a ton.

The bullet came from the window.

It was around afternoon and the sun was shining golden.

Denis's gun was knocked into a corner. Chad stood up. You turned around, looking at the window behind you.

Wind blew inside the room from the shattered window, causing the black curtains to sway back and forth.

Everyone turned to the window.

You could see the figure of someone familiar. Just his legs were enough to make you know that it was him.

Kim Mingyu.

Chad hurriedly came to you, his gun pressed against your head. There was a click from the gun.

Mingyu only stepped closer, wearing completely black, topping off with a leather jacket. He held a gun straight out in front of him, with gloved hands and a straight, cold face.

Mingyu reached the front of the window, his gun aimed at Chad's head. Your heart raced. All of the Maran's men, who were wearing black masks, had their guns pointing at Mingyu.

“One more step and your precious hacker will have her brains blown.”

Mingyu stopped.

“Mr. Maran,” Mingyu began. “Were you aware of this?”

Chad glared at Mingyu. “Don't try to talk with me. In an instant, my men will have access to your mansion.”

Mingyu didn't even look at you. His eyes were filled with coldness. There wasn't even a hint of anger in those brown eyes.

He was confident, you analyzed.

This is what true ruthless looked like.

The curtains were still blowing, blocking the window.

More people came into the frame.

It was Chad Maran's wife, his young son, and his teen daughter.

“This is why you shouldn't have a family if you're in the mafia, you bastard,” Mingyu said.

The Diamante family members were holding their guns to the Maran's heads. They called out to their father, crying, begging for help.

Chad clenched his teeth, gripping the gun, staring at his beloved family. Now he knew what it felt like to be in the shoes of his victims. A feeling that he, who thought was the king, didn't think he would ever feel.

You watched in silence, knowing the result of this.

“You never should have messed with him.”

“You never should have messed with me.”

“My boyfriend is,”

“I am,”

“way too generous.” You and Mingyu said at the same time.

A gunshot was fired.

Blood splattered the side of your face.

His brain must've exploded. His finger didn't even pull the trigger even a little bit.

The punishment for a man who killed the lives of many innocents just for money. ‘Way too generous,’ you thought.

Mingyu walked toward you, the crying of the Maran family continued.

He came into the house, placed the gun into Chad's hands, and crouched to untie your legs.

The men that surrounded the room took off their masks.

Jeonghan, Joshua, Seokmin, Vernon, and Chan.

The door leading to the room opened. Jun walked in, holding the motionless body of Denis.

You should've been scared but you weren't.

Mingyu picked you up in a princess carry and took you out of the house through the window.

The computer, smashed.

The family's cries getting further away.

The house, burned.

The family, alive.

Chad and Denis, buried.

Way too generously.

-

You were sitting in bed, unfazed that your boyfriend just killed someone and you just watched him do it.

Mingyu came into the room with a medkit. He sat beside you and opened the medkit, taking out the ointment for the corner of your lips.

“Did I scare you?” Mingyu asked, his voice soft.

“No, not really,” You replied.

“That's a relief.”

Mingyu's face leaned closer to yours.

“He deserved it.” You said, looking at Mingyu's eyes.

“I know.”

He smiled and kissed your nose.

“We might be crazy.” You added.

You did feel a bit crazy. You weren't sad, afraid, or shocked.

Ruthless.

After Mingyu finished applying the medicine, he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly. He let out a small breath in the dark room. You clenched onto his back, feeling his warmth.

“Were you scared?” Mingyu asked.

His touch and embrace were so comforting. You felt at rest, relieved. It almost felt wrong to love such a criminal even though deep under, you knew he wasn't doing this because he was purely cold-blooded. Sometimes the only way is evil on evil.

“Yes,” you replied honestly, comfying yourself on his shoulder.

“I was too,” Mingyu said, rubbing your back with his hands.

“I was afraid I would lose you. That's why I hurriedly told Wonwoo to check the GPS and bug in your shoe. Then, I sent some of them over there first and made a quick plan on the way. The rest of the other members went to capture the Maran family and brought them. We were able to quickly dispose of some of their henchmen without them knowing and the members blended in,” Mingyu explained. “I was really scared too.”

You didn't say anything and just patted him, who seemed like a gentle puppy.

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Request:

-serenityseventeen

#seventeen kpop #seventeen #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt kpop #seventeen scenarios #svt #svt mafia #seventen mafia #민규 #김민규 #seventeen kim mingyu #seventeen mingyu #kim mingyu #mingyu imagines #mingyu #kim mingyu seventeen #svt mingyu #mingyu seventeen #mingyu svt #mingyu scenarios #kim mingyu imagines #svt kim mingyu #kim mingyu svt #kim mingyu scenarios #kim mingyu x reader #mingyu x reader #mingyu x y/n #mingyu x you #kpop imagines

[th84u]

title: heartbreak hotline

pairing: ot13 seventeen x reader

start // end: tbc

genre: angst, a little fluff, suggestive

desc: thirteen boys face heartbreak in different ways. desperate for comfort, they end up calling venus, the girl who owned the campus heartbreak hotline.

disclaimer: there are excessive mentions of alcohol in this story, but there isn’t abusive nor any form of addiction indicated. also, i know literally nothing abot alcohol so please excuse the names of the beverages :) 

choi seungcheol:

the dares of a party are ruthless.

yoon jeonghan: cupid’s poison

a self-destructive love story.

joshua hong: blue betrayal

too many broken promises and rumours.

wen junhui: vodka on the ice

the scariest thing in life: falling out of love.

kwon soonyoung: two many shots

when love starts becoming a smaller priority.

jeon wonwoo: icy mistakes

falling in love with a stranger online.

lee jihoon: symphony no. 0

a shared passion begins to evoke unfamiliar feelings

xu minghao: sweet red wine.

who knew art could help you find a muse and love?

kim mingyu: devil’s kiss.

the playboy finally gets played.

lee seokmin: cherry cola.

a childhood friend doesn’t always become a lover.

boo seungkwan: citrus and fire.

personalities clash and love turns poisonous. 

chwe hansol: the deep. 

how do you love someone who you don’t know?

lee chan: angel’s shot

a story about puppy love.

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #x reader #angst #fluff #fanfiction #seungcheol #jeonghan #joshua #junhui #soonyoung #wonwoo #jihoon #minghao #mingyu #seokmin #seungkwan #hansol #chan #seventene fic #trailer

[shuajeong]

Fast

⌟ fluff, mentions of alcohol, drunk wonwoo

word count: 520

↠ happy birthday bestie @wonunuu ilysm ❤️

Walking at night wasn’t all that scary especially with the city lights lighting the streets below like a natural torch. It didn’t feel like night to you not with the amount of people on the street. The chattering and shouting of people having a good time could be heard well into distance often drowning out your thoughts, but it was calming nonetheless. 

You weren’t alone, you’d been out with your boyfriend Wonwoo for dinner, staying at the restaurant longer than you’d expected. It was a lovely meal that you didn’t get to do often simply because you both preferred being at home wrapped up on the sofa. It made for a nice change. 

Naturally with eating came drinking, it was lucky none of you had driven because even with the very little alcohol you consumed you still wouldn’t be in a state to drive. Wonwoo however had had far more than you could ever handle, and that became apparent as you’d finished eating and stepped out into the street. Wonwoo was a stumbling mess not being able to keep in a straight line, swaying all over the pavement. You would help him but the sight is too funny and its free entertainment. 

“Babe! Wanna race me?” he shouted to you from a distance. So now he can suddenly run, you wonder want goes on inside his head. You decline your silly boyfriend opting to stay in one piece. “But I’m so fast” he says, trying to persuade you. “yes I know, which is why I’m not racing you”

Wonwoo grumbles and steps back a few paces before setting up like a race “What are you doing?” you question him but he ignores you “count me down” “you’ll hurt yourself” you say trying to stop him. He’s adamant “I won’t. Now count me down please” “Fine, but don’t come whining when you fall flat on your face”

You count him down and he takes off at a lightening speed leaving you laughing to yourself. Before you can blink wonwoo is down the end of the street and is turning around to come back still with the same speed he started with. “Wonwoo slow down!” you call out to him as he nears but he can’t hear you and before you know it he’s on the ground at your feet “see what did I tell you, stupid!” He’s pouting up at you “help me please” holding his hands out to you. You sigh grabbing his hands and pulling him to his feet. He stumbles but regains his balance quickly “my head hurts” he whines tucking his head into your neck, your hand automatically running through his hair in comfort. 

“You’re drunk that’s why Won” adjusting his position so the two of you can continue walking. “Lets go home, no more running” he agrees “But I reckon I could beat you to that tree” he offers “yes you can and it’s because you’re fast” Wonwoo looks at you amazed “I am fast aren’t I?” “and very drunk” you mutter to yourself trying to focus on getting him home so he won’t injure himself. 

#wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo drabbles #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo x reader #seventen #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #svt fic #wonwoo fic #seventeen drabbles

[woozarts]

10 followers special

Happy Birthday my ex || l.jh

pairing: woozi x reader

feat: mingyu, nayeon (twice)

mentions of: twice, hoshi, dokyeom (dk), kihyun, chenle

genre: angst? idk lmao

word count: 587 words

warnings: mentions of alcohol, ex boyfriend! woozi, use of full names (kim mingyu, lee jihoon), use of swear words, my failed attempt of adding my own humor- , not proofread

it was his birthday

your boyfr-

no.

ex-boyfriend's birthday

it's been months that have bled to about a year that you've broken up with each other just because you weren't able to make time for each other in your busy schedules.

today is a day you both have had been spending for 19 years ever since you were little kids and suddenly you both are just simply ignoring each other.

you missed everything about your relationship. the late-night drives. the studio dates (with the members 'accidentally' crashing them). the intimacy in the relationship. the cuddles. the kisses. and most importantly, him.

maybe you weren't going to be his in this life.

your friend, nayeon - who you met after breaking up with your ex - wanted you to loosen up a bit and brought you to a birthday party that was being held in a mansion kinda house. it was a party mansion mainly for idols and their closest friends whom they know won't snitch about anything.

you didn't really pay too much attention to that since you thought you were going to celebrate kihyun's or chenle's birthday. but what you didn't think was meeting someone who would open your half-healed heart once more to vulnerability.

you saw a small man (deffo taller than you) with a black blob of hair and a big smile on his face talking to his friends. at that moment you thought that maybe you should've ditched the party when you had the chance to do so.

'uh nayeon babe?'

'yea hun, what's up? something happened?'

'i'm going to the washroom'

when you came back to the party you saw soonyoung and seungkwan giving you dirty looks when you went past them to the other side of the room to nayeon.

and of course, your luck was bad to even bump into mingyu and him when you were taking a drink from one of people who walk around with drinks.

you spilled the drink on the floor thankfully not on yourself, him or mingyu.

'sorry, i wasn't looking to where i was going' you stuttered out something while looking down on the floor. 'i'll uh go get something to clean the mess.'

'it's fine' 'oh you sure damn will'

you gulped down some tears (yes typical yn getting all sad) 'i'll uh leave if i'm really bothering you'

'please do so, i can't see you here for another minute' mingyu said. 'also why are you here? i don't remember you being invited to the party'

'mingyu-ya stop it please'

'why are you so pressed about this huh? i just saw you other two friends glaring at me too.'

you saw him flinching slightly at your cold tone and how to called your two (ex) bestfriends as their friends and not yours.

'wasn't it him who broke up with me?' you asked teary eyed. 'i didn't think i'd see the day where i would get busted in a party and that too in my ex's birthday party.' you said laughing bitterly.

'i'm going back to the person who brought me as their plus one and we are leaving this instant.' after a pause, 'thank you for that small talk kim mingyu. i realized that i shouldn't have wasted my tears for the last year on a man who just left me without a single word.'

'and also happy birthday lee jihoon'

they knew they fucked up bad when the two boys saw you going back to nayeon and her group of friends (twice).

an: (6th march 2022)

heyy! i had this one in queue for the past month? or smth...

i hope this was good for my first post tho

do you want me to post a continue of this fic? if so then please leave a comment for me to do so (but i may be late to posting the sequel to this tho)

ANYWAYS~ THANK YOU FOR 10 FOLLOWERS!!!

#seventeen #woozi #woozi imagine #seventen imagine #idol! woozi #woozi x reader #jihoon x reader #svt #l.jh #:> woozarts writes <: #woozarts

[woozisnoots]

moments in july

↳ chapter 23 - savages

pairing: fem!reader x ???

genre: social media!au, fluff, romance, drama, angst

summary: the diamond high school dance team is ready to start off their summer by booking a hotel and getting ready for their every-year summer dance camp. but what was meant to be summer training and team bonding might turn into a complete whirlwind when they find out their apparent rival, the rocket high school dance team, is going to the same camp.

ch. 22 // masterlist // ch. 24

#moments in july #seventeen social media au #seventeen sm au #seventeen scenario #seventeen imagine #seventen fake texts #seventeen #s.coups #seungcheol #jeonghan #joshua #jun #junhui #hoshi #soonyoung #woozi #jihoon #wonwoo #mingyu #dk #seokmin #dokyeom #the8 #minghao #seungkwan #vernon #hansol #dino #chan

[mvltimoon]

My little quarantine 🖇

four; your number

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: She really only needed a meme to send to her friends but she ended up with a much more entertaining source

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[a.n] did you hear the new song omg lakxkak they all look so cute and the song is hands down a bop it’s gonna be like the summer’s despacito

🏷 taglist: @sweetiescoops @7829-kamie

chapter five is up but the link won’t work 😔

#kpop #mvltimoon #seventeen #kpop au #kpop imagines #kpop music #kpop sns au #세븐틴 (seventeen) #kpop asks #svt #seventen sns au #seventeen social media au #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen drabbles #svt soonyoung #seventeen soonyoung #soonyoung sns au #hoshi #hoshi sns au #hoshi au #hoshi x reader #hoshi smut #soonyoung smut #soonyoung x reader #hoshi fluff #soonyoung fluff #bts

[carrotsforthewin]

serenity - jun

- this is a part of cozy saturday, requested by anon

it was an unusually slow and eventless saturday. finally having a little time, you and jun decided to spend it together, just watching movies and chilling. and you did just that. 

after a the n-th refill on your popcorn, starting a new movie, casually laying on the couch, in his arms, your head on his chest, tangled in a cozy blanket, everything seemed so perfect. listening to jun’s heartbeat and his soft breathing you tried to pay attention to keep up with what was happening in the movie. but it was harder than you thought, as keeping your eyes open was starting to get harder and harder.

“hey, you have popcorn in you hair.” you heard jun’s voice suddenly from above your head, just when you almost fell asleep.

“then pick it out.” you rather murmure in a sleepy voice. the next thing you noticed were his fingers gently dancing in your hair. 

“there must be a lot of popcorn.” you spoke up again, half asleep, when you noticed that he’d been playing with your hair for a good couple of minutes now. you got no answer from jun. and in that moment, embraced by him, smelling like popcorn and home, feeling as peaceful as ever, you fell asleep, his fingers still lost in your hair.

-minji

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