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someone's in trouble... ➻❥ 王奕翔
wherein; you decide to call your boyfriend by his full name for no reason other than to watch him panic a little.
(767 words) pairing: nicholas x f!reader genre: established relationship, fluff, idol x non-idol warnings: literally all fluff, use of baby, kisses!!
a/n: hello lovelies!!! i am back from my little writing break and its nicho! im so happy to be writing for him again i missed him sm (⸝⸝> ω <⸝⸝) i wrote this very quickly after thinking of it in the shower so please forgive how short it is and any little errors! i hope you guys like it! consider it my late bday gift to him hehe
“wang nicholas yixiang.”
instantly, the laughter that bounced off of the dorm walls dissolved into silence, stretched taut like a bowstring.
you're never gonna believe this ➻❥ エンティーム
wherein; you tell your boyfriend you found their best friend on a dating app.
(1588 words) pairing: teamies x f!reader genre: established relationship, fluff warnings: swearing, use of petnames, like nothing its all fluff and reader trolling
a/n: first ot9 work ahh kinda nervous!! i had so much fun writing this hehe don't take it too seriously i just wrote it for giggles (ˆ𐃷ˆ) the words are so very poorly distributed im sorry everyone but please enjoy!!
𐔌 . ˚ KOGA YUDAI ֹ ₊ ꒱
“yudai love,” you turn to him. “guess what?”
briefly, he pauses what he was watching on his laptop to look at you where you lie next to him. “yes?”
“i just saw fuma on tinder.”
3... 2... 1... ➻❥ 朝倉 穣
wherein; a photo booth strip is the perfect thing to remember your first date by.
(756 words) pairing: non-idol!jo x f!reader genre: fluff, first date, mutual pining warnings: like.. none just lots of fluff!!, kissing
a/n: this is so short but i had fun writing this!! ( ⸝⸝´ ᵕ `⸝⸝) first time writing jo so i am still getting the hang of it... idk how to feel abt this one but i hope ygs enjoy! <3
your first date with jo is softer than you imagined.
it’s made up of small things–shy brushes of hands, jo carrying your bag before you can protest, shortening his strides just enough to walk beside you instead of ahead.
and every time you catch him staring, he looks away so quickly it almost makes you laugh.
im listening to some music rn and the rhythm is slowly turning into ideas for another jo fic or hcs. instantly thought of you hehe anyways imma put it in the drafts to work on (ehem artist!jo who is crushing on muse!reader)
- xoxo, one of your moots who is staying on anon so i can surprise you when i post it (*^^*)♡
i feel like a dog and my owner just said all my favorite words. MUSIC. ARTIST!JO. MY DEAR MOOTIE. AHHH OH MY GOSHHHH I CANNOT FREAKING WAIT 😭😭💕💕
my dear moot who sent this, whoever you are, please know i truly appreciate you sending this so much and i am thinking about and looking forward to it. i love you. i cannot wait but also take all the time u need.
girl who forgot to put a cut in her fic AGAIN
tell me something nice ➻❥ 朝倉 穣
wherein; the only natural response to a nightmare is to call your ex in the middle of the night.
(1241 words) pairing: ex!jo x f!reader genre: angst, exes, hurt/comfort (?,) jo and reader are yearners warnings: not much! just a little sad, use of yn, little plot i just enjoyed the concept and the vibes forgive mee
a/n: hello!! i missed writing for jojo sm i really enjoyed working on this one (ㅅ´ ˘ `) i did a poll on whether this should be fluff or angst and fluff won. clearly i did not listen but i hope ygs enjoy it anyway!! soundtrack for this fic is ‘promise’ and ‘love flew away’ by laufey (and adam melchor)
the phone rang twice before jo picked up.
”…jo?” your voice came out shy, already regretting your half-conscious decision to call him.
”hello?” jo responded with a groan, a yawn peeking through his words.
something in your brain flutters at the familiarity—jo’s voice slow and velvety as he stirs from sleep, yet to speak to anyone that day. drowsy in a way only you had heard before.
the thought sends a guilty warmth creeping up your cheeks.
a shuffle of blankets filters through the speakers, shattering the version of jo your mind had slipped back into imagining—how he’d look when you woke up next to him on slow mornings or when you’d murmur him confessions in the dead of night.
it reminds you why you’d called in the first place. ”sorry, did i wake you?”
”no, it’s fine.” he reassures you, though you both know you did. “is everything alright?”
you pause for a moment, toying with the tangled sheets in your hand. “i can’t sleep.”
a hum on the other line prompts you to go on.
truth be told, you’re not sure why you called jo. you’re not sure why—when you’d woken up with tears staining your face from a nightmare where you couldn’t speak, where the world ignored you—you knew he would be the one person who’d understand.
you sniffle, “i’m sorry. i… i don’t know why i called.”
”it’s okay.”
everything was okay with jo. it was okay when you were together. it was okay when you broke up because life drove you two on paths that no longer intersected. it was okay when you said you’d moved on but you still thought of jo when love songs played.
so it must have been okay when you called your ex in the middle of the night, despite yourself, wanting nothing more than him lying next to you.
jo clears his throat, pulling you from the thoughts that stuffed your head, “did you have a nightmare?”
of course he knew.
in some other world, you would’ve been shaking him awake instead of calling him. he’d hold you, run his hand through your hair and tell you nice things. eons ago that world was real.
it was yours.
but now, all you can do is stare at his name on your phone and say, “yeah.”
”do you wanna talk about it?”
yes, you think. please.
yet you know if you start, you won’t be able to stop. the tears will keep coming, and you’ll find yourself tearing your heart out and handing it to jo, like you had so many times before.
only this time, you don’t know if you’d get it back.
you’re not sure you ever did.
”no,” is all you answer.
“okay.”
silence lingers between you, nothing but the hum of your aircon and jo’s fan blowing wind into his microphone.
you hug your pillow a little tighter, “tell me something nice, jo.”
he pauses for a moment and exhales into the phone, thoughtful.
“do you remember miso?”
the words make you sit up a little straighter. “the little stray cat outside your apartment?”
“mhm,” he hums. “she had kittens.”
“…she did?”
“five.”
you let out the smallest laugh. “that’s a lot.”
“yeah. i think she was hiding them for a while.” you can hear him smile. “the old lady downstairs found them behind the storage shed.”
“are they okay?”
“they’re loud.” he chuckles. “so… probably.”
another laugh escapes you before you can stop it.
the conversation is so normal, so everyday. it’s painfully easy—the way he tells you about the kittens or his grumpy neighbors, the little restaurant he tried the other day.
for a short while, it feels like nothing changed.
”jo,” you start without thinking.
”mhm?”
”i miss you.”
it was an mistake—to speak the very thought that’d lingered on your tongue since the line clicked.
you’re met with a pause that lasts just a little too long, you glance back over at your phone to make sure he didn’t hang up.
”…it’s okay.” his grainy voice mutters.
your chest tightens.
“please stop saying that.”
“im sorry.” jo whispers, it squeezes your heart even more. you hear him let out a shaky breath.
“…i miss you too.”
the words hang between you, blowing with the wind.
”i think…” he continues. “more than anything i miss taking care of you.”
your head falls back against your bedframe, blurry gaze met with the ceiling.
“i wish i was lying there next to you instead of talking to you through my phone.” he laughs softly, though there’s no humor in it. “i wish i could hold you—tell you you’re safe until you fell asleep.”
you blink, having to fight your eyes from welling up all over again. you have to keep yourself from asking why don’t you? because you both already know the answer.
everything was okay with jo. it was so much more than okay. maybe that’s what made it so hard to leave.
sometimes you wished your relationship had ended with yelling and slammed doors.
sometimes you wished it had been a stupid misunderstanding neither of you bothered to fix.
you wished you could talk bad about him to your friends and feel no remorse because he was a “piece of shit” anyway.
sometimes you wished it had been anything else other than the bittersweet smiles you exchanged, loving each other enough to let go. you wished he didn’t understand you more than anyone else or never listened when the world spoke over you.
and right now, you almost wished you’d never called him at all.
“yn?”
you hadn’t realized how long you’d gone quiet.
“still here.” as if you weren’t sure whether that was a good thing.
you squeeze your eyes shut, regret flooding your senses. “jo i’m… i’m really sorry. it was stupid of me to call. but thank you… for picking up anyway.”
you expect him to tell you it’s okay like he always did. tell you to go to bed. you’re ready to lay in silence and hope you forget everything in the morning, even when you know you wouldn’t.
instead, “please don’t hang up.”
the words are barely above a whisper, you think you imagined them.
“don’t be sorry.” jo’s voice is tender, nearly a plea. you can’t help but notice the tears that too stain his tone. “stay.”
you lay back onto your bed, phone next to your ear as you lay your head on your pillow. you hear him do the same.
“okay.”
just for tonight, you tell yourself as jo murmurs a thanks. you let the sound of his breathing fill the room, muffled by his microphone.
your eyelids flutter shut and you allow sleep to start taking you away.
despite the drowsiness washing over you, you know this changes nothing.
you know that you’ll wake up tomorrow and will have to tend to the wounds you reopened tonight. jo still isn’t yours to call, he hasn’t been for a while.
but just for tonight, in this little moment shared with him and the stars that blink down at you, you rest.
jo whispers something on the other line that you don’t hear. you don’t ask him to repeat it. he doesn’t call out your name when you don’t respond because he knows you need sleep more than you need saving.
you rest and you know that everything’s gonna be okay. because, with jo, it always is.
tag list: @nichozzystuffs, @sofisbelle, @jothehirono, @minhosimthings (ask/comment/dm to be added or removed!)
tell me something nice ➻❥ 朝倉 穣
wherein; the only natural response to a nightmare is to call your ex in the middle of the night.
(1241 words) pairing: ex!jo x f!reader genre: angst, exes, hurt/comfort (?,) jo and reader are yearners warnings: not much! just a little sad, use of yn, little plot i just enjoyed the concept and the vibes forgive mee
a/n: hello!! i missed writing for jojo sm i really enjoyed working on this one (ㅅ´ ˘ `) i did a poll on whether this should be fluff or angst and fluff won. clearly i did not listen but i hope ygs enjoy it anyway!! soundtrack for this fic is ‘promise’ and ‘love flew away’ by laufey (and adam melchor)
the phone rang twice before jo picked up.
”…jo?” your voice came out shy, already regretting your half-conscious decision to call him.
”hello?” jo responded with a groan, a yawn peeking through his words.
something in your brain flutters at the familiarity—jo’s voice slow and velvety as he stirs from sleep, yet to speak to anyone that day. drowsy in a way only you had heard before.
the thought sends a guilty warmth creeping up your cheeks.
a shuffle of blankets filters through the speakers, shattering the version of jo your mind had slipped back into imagining—how he’d look when you woke up next to him on slow mornings or when you’d murmur him confessions in the dead of night.
it reminds you why you’d called in the first place. ”sorry, did i wake you?”
”no, it’s fine.” he reassures you, though you both know you did. “is everything alright?”
you pause for a moment, toying with the tangled sheets in your hand. “i can’t sleep.”
a hum on the other line prompts you to go on.
truth be told, you’re not sure why you called jo. you’re not sure why—when you’d woken up with tears staining your face from a nightmare where you couldn’t speak, where the world ignored you—you knew he would be the one person who’d understand.
you sniffle, “i’m sorry. i… i don’t know why i called.”
”it’s okay.”
everything was okay with jo. it was okay when you were together. it was okay when you broke up because life drove you two on paths that no longer intersected. it was okay when you said you’d moved on but you still thought of jo when love songs played.
so it must have been okay when you called your ex in the middle of the night, despite yourself, wanting nothing more than him lying next to you.
jo clears his throat, pulling you from the thoughts that stuffed your head, “did you have a nightmare?”
of course he knew.
in some other world, you would’ve been shaking him awake instead of calling him. he’d hold you, run his hand through your hair and tell you nice things. eons ago that world was real.
it was yours.
but now, all you can do is stare at his name on your phone and say, “yeah.”
”do you wanna talk about it?”
yes, you think. please.
yet you know if you start, you won’t be able to stop. the tears will keep coming, and you’ll find yourself tearing your heart out and handing it to jo, like you had so many times before.
only this time, you don’t know if you’d get it back.
you’re not sure you ever did.
”no,” is all you answer.
“okay.”
silence lingers between you, nothing but the hum of your aircon and jo’s fan blowing wind into his microphone.
you hug your pillow a little tighter, “tell me something nice, jo.”
he pauses for a moment and exhales into the phone, thoughtful.
“do you remember miso?”
the words make you sit up a little straighter. “the little stray cat outside your apartment?”
“mhm,” he hums. “she had kittens.”
“…she did?”
“five.”
you let out the smallest laugh. “that’s a lot.”
“yeah. i think she was hiding them for a while.” you can hear him smile. “the old lady downstairs found them behind the storage shed.”
“are they okay?”
“they’re loud.” he chuckles. “so… probably.”
another laugh escapes you before you can stop it.
the conversation is so normal, so everyday. it’s painfully easy—the way he tells you about the kittens or his grumpy neighbors, the little restaurant he tried the other day.
for a short while, it feels like nothing changed.
”jo,” you start without thinking.
”mhm?”
”i miss you.”
it was an mistake—to speak the very thought that’d lingered on your tongue since the line clicked.
you’re met with a pause that lasts just a little too long, you glance back over at your phone to make sure he didn’t hang up.
”…it’s okay.” his grainy voice mutters.
your chest tightens.
“please stop saying that.”
“im sorry.” jo whispers, it squeezes your heart even more. you hear him let out a shaky breath.
“…i miss you too.”
the words hang between you, blowing with the wind.
”i think…” he continues. “more than anything i miss taking care of you.”
your head falls back against your bedframe, blurry gaze met with the ceiling.
“i wish i was lying there next to you instead of talking to you through my phone.” he laughs softly, though there’s no humor in it. “i wish i could hold you—tell you you’re safe until you fell asleep.”
you blink, having to fight your eyes from welling up all over again. you have to keep yourself from asking why don’t you? because you both already know the answer.
everything was okay with jo. it was so much more than okay. maybe that’s what made it so hard to leave.
sometimes you wished your relationship had ended with yelling and slammed doors.
sometimes you wished it had been a stupid misunderstanding neither of you bothered to fix.
you wished you could talk bad about him to your friends and feel no remorse because he was a “piece of shit” anyway.
sometimes you wished it had been anything else other than the bittersweet smiles you exchanged, loving each other enough to let go. you wished he didn’t understand you more than anyone else or never listened when the world spoke over you.
and right now, you almost wished you’d never called him at all.
“yn?”
you hadn’t realized how long you’d gone quiet.
“still here.” as if you weren’t sure whether that was a good thing.
you squeeze your eyes shut, regret flooding your senses. “jo i’m… i’m really sorry. it was stupid of me to call. but thank you… for picking up anyway.”
you expect him to tell you it’s okay like he always did. tell you to go to bed. you’re ready to lay in silence and hope you forget everything in the morning, even when you know you wouldn’t.
instead, “please don’t hang up.”
the words are barely above a whisper, you think you imagined them.
“don’t be sorry.” jo’s voice is tender, nearly a plea. you can’t help but notice the tears that too stain his tone. “stay.”
you lay back onto your bed, phone next to your ear as you lay your head on your pillow. you hear him do the same.
“okay.”
just for tonight, you tell yourself as jo murmurs a thanks. you let the sound of his breathing fill the room, muffled by his microphone.
your eyelids flutter shut and you allow sleep to start taking you away.
despite the drowsiness washing over you, you know this changes nothing.
you know that you’ll wake up tomorrow and will have to tend to the wounds you reopened tonight. jo still isn’t yours to call, he hasn’t been for a while.
but just for tonight, in this little moment shared with him and the stars that blink down at you, you rest.
jo whispers something on the other line that you don’t hear. you don’t ask him to repeat it. he doesn’t call out your name when you don’t respond because he knows you need sleep more than you need saving.
you rest and you know that everything’s gonna be okay. because, with jo, it always is.
tag list: @nichozzystuffs, @sofisbelle, @jothehirono, @minhosimthings (ask/comment/dm to be added or removed!)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀朝倉穣 ⋆ ˚｡⋆ Bread, Berries, and Other Love Letters 𖹭
ᯓ WHEREIN : Asakura Jo; who noticed a shift about you and your relationship with what you eat, decided to fix it by buying a handful of food, a woven basket, and a blanket. (wc; 1.6k)
ᯓ CONTAINS : Established relationship, fluff with light angst, not eating as plot, profanity, jo being all fluttershy and cute, kissing, em-dashes and semicolons.
ᯓ A/N : wrote this IN A DAY for my beloved jo stan(s) @hironoshimura as compensation bc my upcoming fic is gnna be for another member... and a big smooch for @roryboryalis for giving me the idea for this fic <3 i hope ygs accept my apology 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯
mlist.𖥔 ݁ ˖
JO FIC HAS JUST BEEN POSTEDD!! im sorry i did not listen to the poll. it is in fact angst. dont worry fluff will be given soon as an apology
tell me something nice ➻❥ 朝倉 穣
wherein; the only natural response to a nightmare is to call your ex in the middle of the night.
(1241 words) pairing: ex!jo x f!reader genre: angst, exes, hurt/comfort (?,) jo and reader are yearners warnings: not much! just a little sad, use of yn, little plot i just enjoyed the concept and the vibes forgive mee
a/n: hello!! i missed writing for jojo sm i really enjoyed working on this one (ㅅ´ ˘ `) i did a poll on whether this should be fluff or angst and fluff won. clearly i did not listen but i hope ygs enjoy it anyway!! soundtrack for this fic is ‘promise’ and ‘love flew away’ by laufey (and adam melchor)
the phone rang twice before jo picked up.
”…jo?” your voice came out shy, already regretting your half-conscious decision to call him.
”hello?” jo responded with a groan, a yawn peeking through his words.
something in your brain flutters at the familiarity—jo’s voice slow and velvety as he stirs from sleep, yet to speak to anyone that day. drowsy in a way only you had heard before.
the thought sends a guilty warmth creeping up your cheeks.
someone's in trouble... ➻❥ 王奕翔
wherein; you decide to call your boyfriend by his full name for no reason other than to watch him panic a little.
(767 words) pairing: nicholas x f!reader genre: established relationship, fluff, idol x non-idol warnings: literally all fluff, use of baby, kisses!!
a/n: hello lovelies!!! i am back from my little writing break and its nicho! im so happy to be writing for him again i missed him sm (⸝⸝> ω <⸝⸝) i wrote this very quickly after thinking of it in the shower so please forgive how short it is and any little errors! i hope you guys like it! consider it my late bday gift to him hehe
“wang nicholas yixiang.”
instantly, the laughter that bounced off of the dorm walls dissolved into silence, stretched taut like a bowstring.
you're never gonna believe this ➻❥ エンティーム
wherein; you tell your boyfriend you found their best friend on a dating app.
(1588 words) pairing: teamies x f!reader genre: established relationship, fluff warnings: swearing, use of petnames, like nothing its all fluff and reader trolling
a/n: first ot9 work ahh kinda nervous!! i had so much fun writing this hehe don't take it too seriously i just wrote it for giggles (ˆ𐃷ˆ) the words are so very poorly distributed im sorry everyone but please enjoy!!
𐔌 . ˚ KOGA YUDAI ֹ ₊ ꒱
“yudai love,” you turn to him. “guess what?”
briefly, he pauses what he was watching on his laptop to look at you where you lie next to him. “yes?”
“i just saw fuma on tinder.”
i have two wips #intheoven right now and i am so excited to finish anddd serve them to ygs!!!
haie anna :3 how are youuuu
omg hello kayz user makizdoll!!!! i am doing good ty for asking! i just woke up ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜ i believe this is our first time interacting it is lovely to meet u!! how are u beautiful? :3
cherry ➻❥ 王奕翔
wherein; you do your boyfriend’s makeup with absolutely zero ulterior motive.
(989 words) pairing: non-idol!nicholas x f!reader genre: established relationship, fluff warnings: suggestive(?), kissing, a little swearing, lowkeyyy not proofread pls excuse any mistakes!
a/n: first time posting writing EVER... very nervous please be nice to me but more importantly enjoy i hope ygs like it!! (˶ ´ ᵕ ` ˶)
nicholas is not one to object, at least not when it comes to you–like saying no is never really an option he considers.
hence why you weren’t very surprised when he allowed you to do his makeup, determined to make it look the best you can.
rain on your parade ➻❥ 변의주
wherein; you and euijoo's anniversary date doesn't quite go as planned.
(2535 words) pairing: byun euijoo x f!reader genre: fluff, established relationship, childhood best friends to lovers, idol x non-idol warnings: none really!! juju is an angel, smallest ounce of swearing, use of yn and pet names
a/n: ive been wanting to write for euijoo for AGESS!! however i could not think of any ideas for the life of me so thank you izzy for sending in THIS request/ask! i hope ygs enjoy this one since i still have to work on how i write juju! ◝(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)◜ps im sorry exposition is WAY too long i got carried away…
if there was one word to describe byun euijoo, it would be sunshine.
not quite loud or burning—more reliable, rather. like a light you knew would never go out.
he was the subtle kind of sunshine that bathed you on a day you thought would be cloudy, that kissed your skin with a warmth that felt like home.
