fandoms: i am big into kpop and stan enhypen, illit, cortis, bts, red velvet, le sserafim and like a million more.i also love watching different anime like jjk, beastars, and yuri!!! on ice. i also watch other shows like heated rivalry, all of us are dead, and teen wolf. besides kpop, i listen to a lot sabrina carpenter, megan thee stallion, and doja cat. don’t even get me started on dylan o’brien either…
kpop: i figured it needed its own section. i stan all of those groups above (obviously). my ult group is enhypen and red velvet but my ult bias is wonhee. she is just so adorable! my bias in the other groups are: enhypen - sunoo, illit - wonhee, cortis - juhoon, bts - jungkook, red velvet - irene, and le sserafim - kazuha. there are just way to many groups i stan to put them all here, but just ask me about them!
posting: i’m not to sure what i’ll be posting here yet… fanfics? maybe, if i get the courage to write one. mood boards? probably. i don’t know yet but if you have any ideas i’d love to know!
other: this is my main blog. my second one is @i2uri . I mainly just post about anime there.
welp… that’s my introduction. if you have the same interest then follow me, i’d love some new friends!
why do people not write for sunoo like i keep opening ppls HUGE ASS masterlists and its always 727382929 fics for other members and sum shi like nothing yet... for sunoo like STOP GIVING ME THE MBAPPE SPECIAL
Synopsis : In a reality where instead of being idols, Cortis is a group of friends who decided to start a YouTube channel, gaining popularity fast! Their newest video includes them baking a cake and doing the hear me out cake trend, but then it gets even more chaotic than it usually is..
Content : YouTuber! Cortis x content creator! User
Brother! Martin x Sister! User
Pairing: Keonho x f! user
wk; 500 ss: 5
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The cake was…horrible to say the least. It looked more like another substance instead of a cake, especially because it had the imprint of a fist in the middle where James decided to punch it to see ‘if it was sturdy’
“Okay who’s first”
Martin said, everyone holding their little hear me out cutouts, each one stuck onto a toothpick. Martin and Keonho already couldn’t stop smiling, trying not to laugh and it hadn’t even started yet.
“I’ll go”
Juhoon said, putting on the nonchalant act as he walked up to the front.
“Hear me out, tres leches cake.”
Everyone looked at him for a second, before arguing almost immediately erupted but it was just everyone yelling out a comment.
“That’s food?!!-“
“That doesn’t even count”
“Okay Juhoon with his nonch ass”
“OKAY NEXT”
Martin blurted, hitting his hip against Juhoon’s to push him out the frame.
Juhoon had gone flying into James, making Seonghyeon burst out laughing.
“Okay hear me out..miss frizzle from the magic school bus”
“Whaaatt?” Keonho said with a brow raise
“No I get it bro” James said, dapping Martin.
“Okay I’m next, hi everyone it’s James and hear me-“
“You didn’t have to introduce yourself dumb fuck” Keonho said, a little sassy but clearly teasing given he was smiling ear to ear.
“Excuse me?” James said, already giving him a look that shut up Keonho.
“Sorry!-“
“Anyways, hear me out, the cat in the hat”
“Bro just say you’re into furries-“
The video cuts off with James about to punch Seonghyeon in the face.
“Hi we’re back.”
Juhoon says to the camera, before everyone comes back into frame with smiles that looked more forced, standing stiffly.
“Okay Seonghyeon your turn”
“Okay..hear me out.. um wait I forgot the name-“
“SEONGH-“
The scene cuts again
“Okay hear me out, Kamala Harris. Just hear me out.”
He said it with a serious look on his face as he looked back at everyone, which just made everyone laugh at him.
“Okay my turn!”
“Keonho looks way too giddy” Juhoon said while looking at Keonho move up to the front, puffing his chest out a little which just made him look giddier.
“Yeah what he smiling for”
“Can we ban the long one,”
“Hey!”
“Anyways hear me out..”
He said with a mischievous smile, slowly turning around the paper and putting it into the cake at the very front and center.
He hadn’t said the name, so everyone had stopped to get closer, squinting their eyes to see through the lens.
The realization set in at the same time for everyone while Keonho stood there smiling too proudly.
Juhoon’s eyes widened and he stepped back to laugh
James had immediately started cackling
Seonghyeon covered his mouth with his fist as he laughed
Martin’s eyes had widened as he started yelling
“THATS MY SISTER-“
A/n : Aaaand thats a wrap, my first oneshot!! Please ignore the dates and times lol but this oneshot is super cute and a little rushed since the idea just came to me randomly and I decided to do it, I hope people like this though !! And please send me any requests, I need ideas loll
❦ p. jongseong x f!reader
&&. young parents au. non-idol au. mentions of pregnancy, children, parenthood anxiety, etc. high school / college sweethearts.
all content is purely fictional !
you and jay got married young.
you were used to the rumors, to the ill-concealed looks of surprise when you mentioned your husband or your child when you had barely stopped looking like one yourself.
after you found out you were expecting at just twenty years old, you were terrified. you were only two years out of school and studying at university when your entire life changed with the news that you’d be creating one.
jay got married because he loved you, and he couldn’t imagine a future that didn’t have you (or his future child) in it. you got married because it was “the right thing to do.” because you were scared, and because you knew you couldn’t do this without him. (or at least, that was what you thought…)
jay never complained. not even once. not when he had to work long shifts and come home to you already asleep, not when he had to hold your hair back when you’d rush to the bathroom with morning sickness, not when he had to wake up before dawn because the baby was crying and stay with her until she fell back to sleep.
because the truth was that jay didn’t “have” to do any of those things. he wanted to. he wanted to spend every minute by your side regardless of what state you were in. he wanted to work hard so he could provide for his family. he wanted to be there for his little girl, because the very first time he’d held her, just weeks after his twenty-first birthday, he knew that his new purpose in life was to be a family man.
the ring on your finger doesn’t feel so heavy anymore, even though it had taken a while at first. it chimes softly against the marble countertop as you wipe it down with a disinfectant wipe, licking a bit of frosting off your other finger.
“next year, we’re just getting an icing cake,” you hum, collecting the plates smeared with a rainbow array of leftover confectionery.
jay laughs softly from his place beside you, sleeves rolled up to his forearms where he’s arm-deep in soapy dish water. “i’ll write that down.”
he gingerly takes the plates from you, rinsing and washing each one with care. you smile to yourself at the pop song he’s humming that had been on the radio earlier, eyes wandering the glitter-covered expanse of your living room.
“you put her to bed already?” jay asks.
“oh, yeah. she knocked out.”
jay snorts softly. “well, going down every hill in the neighborhood twice will do that to you.”
“i think she really liked that new bike. it was a good call.”
jay’s beaming smile is contagious. it stirs something in your chest even after all these years. even after the turbulence of the first few years of marriage, of parenthood, he could still make you feel like you were in high school with some moronic crush.
you lean forward, kitchen cleanup forgotten as you wrap your arms around his middle, cheek pressed into the firm muscle of his back.
“you work early tomorrow?”
despite his valiant attempt, you can still catch the exhaustion behind the “yeah” he sighs out. “but i’ll be off early to meet you for the parent-teacher conference.”
it makes you feel a bit guilty sometimes. like he’s bearing the weight of the world to keep it off your shoulders for just a bit.
it wasn’t that you didn’t love jay. jay was your world. he’d been your rock, the one person you could always count on for anything, even before you were married and before the baby and before you even dated, he was always there.
but being a woman in the twenty first century was hard, and even harder was being a wife and a mother before you even knew who you were.
but then jay turns around after drying off, pulling you in closer to wrap his arms around you as he leans back against the sink. the embrace is so familiar, so safe, and yet every time manages to give you little butterflies in your stomach like it’s the first.
you let yourself sink into it, stifling a soft laugh into his chest when he rocks you back and forth playfully as he hums, like you’re a baby and he’s singing you to sleep. and then he stills, breathing in deep and slow as he holds you for a long moment, just taking in the feeling of you between his strong arms.
that’s about when the realization dawns on you, slow and warm and dazed like the sun rising over a spring morning to melt the last of the snow. you’re still so young. you have a beautiful little family and your whole life ahead of you, and a man by your side who would give you the world.
and when he leans down to kiss your forehead, it’s like he’s kissing away every worry you’ve ever had. and that’s when you know that this is exactly where you belong.
figured i’d try my hand at dad(dy)!jay and i lowkey ateee <33 enjoy as always!!
if my enemy was jake fcking sim and he replied to a fuck you with “do it” bru i be folding right there. idc if he killed my whole family. i am taking that chance the second he offers it.
your boyfriend doesn’t like physical touch… right?
pairing: sunoo x touchy!reader || wc: 1.8k || cw: smut!! kissing, making out, naked cuddling(?), p in v, unprotected sex (don't), marking, light breast play, body worship, themes of emotional vulnerability, miscommunication / misunderstandings, established relationship || warnings: +18 content, mdni! || a/n: another sunoo work, now thanks to this request!! (i love writing for sunoo :(( i should do it more often)
you have been together for several months now and, in some kind of way, it feels like a dream. he is all gentle smiles, warm laughter, and quiet attentiveness that makes your heart ache in the best meaning of the word.
you, on the other hand, have always been incredibly touchy. you love holding hands, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing kisses to his cheeks, playing with his hair, cuddling so close that it’s hard to tell where you end and he begins. it’s your love language, the way you show him how much he means to you.
but one evening, while scrolling through old interviews, you come across something sunoo once said. he isn’t the touchiest person. he values his personal space and feels most comfortable with lighter, occasional affection rather than constant physical closeness. the words stick with you. you don’t want to make him uncomfortable, not even a little.
so you start holding back little by little.
you stop initiating long hugs. when you do reach for his hand, you let go sooner than you want to. goodnight kisses become quick pecks. you cut back on clinging to his arm when you walk together or resting your head on his shoulder during movie nights.
it feels unnatural, but you tell yourself it’s the right thing. you never want him to feel like he has to endure your touchiness just to keep you happy.
sunoo notices almost immediately, though it takes him a few days to fully understand what’s happening.
at first he thinks maybe you’re tired or stressed. but the pattern continues. during a quiet dinner at his dorm, you sit close but don’t drape your legs over his like you used to. when he leans in for a kiss, you respond sweetly but pull away first. later that night, when you cuddle on the couch, your hand rests on his chest instead of slipping under his shirt to trace his skin the way you once did freely.
he frowns softly to himself, watching you. something is off.
a couple of days later, after a gentle practice session, he pulls you into his room for some alone time. the two of you sit on his bed, legs tangled lightly. he reaches for your hand and plays with your fingers, something he knows you love.
“baby,” he says quietly, voice soft and careful. “can i ask you something?”
you nod, smiling at him. “of course.”
he hesitates for a second, searching your eyes. “you’ve been… different lately. with me. with touching me. you used to be so much more affectionate, and now it feels like you’re holding back. did i do something? or are you okay?”
your heart drops. you look down at your joined hands, cheeks warming with guilt. “i… i heard what you said in that interview. about not being the touchiest person. i didn’t want to overstep or make you uncomfortable. i love touching you, sunoo, but i never want you to feel like you have to deal with it if it’s too much for you. so i’ve been trying to wait for you to initiate and not… drag it out.”
sunoo’s eyes widen slightly, then soften with understanding and a hint of sadness. he squeezes your hand tighter and brings it up to press a lingering kiss to your knuckles.
“oh, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “i did say that. and it’s true in general… but that was before i met you. with you, it’s different. i love when you touch me. i love your hugs and your kisses and the way you cling to me. it makes me feel wanted and safe. i guess i never told you clearly enough.”
you blink up at him, surprised. “really? i thought i was being too much.”
he shakes his head, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours. “you’re not too much. i want all of it. please don’t hold back anymore. i miss my touchy girlfriend.”
relief floods through you. you let out a shaky laugh and wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder. he hugs you back tightly, hands rubbing slow circles on your back, and this time he doesn’t let go first. he holds you for a long time, breathing you in.
from that moment, sunoo makes it his mission to show you how much he means it.
the next few days are filled with much more intentional skinship. in the morning, he pulls you into a long hug in the kitchen while you make coffee — arms wrapped around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. he presses soft kisses along your neck until you giggle and melt against him. when you sit together on the couch, he tugs you onto his lap and keeps you there, hands gently stroking your thighs.
“touch me back,” he whispers one afternoon while you’re both reading on his bed. “i like it when your hands are on me.”
you smile shyly and slide your fingers under his shirt, tracing the smooth skin of his stomach and chest. he sighs happily and leans into your touch, eyes fluttering closed. it becomes a new routine. he asks for your affection openly, and you give it freely again, heart full.
one evening he comes home from practice exhausted but happy. the second the door closes, he wraps you in a backhug, nose nuzzling into your hair.
“i missed you,” he mumbles, kissing the side of your neck slowly. his hands rest on your stomach, warm and steady. you lean back into him, reaching up to thread your fingers through his hair. he stays like that for minutes, just holding you, swaying gently.
the affection builds steadily, comfortable and warm, until movie night a few days later.
you two are curled up in his bed, lights dimmed, a soft rom-com playing on his laptop. halfway through the film, sunoo pauses it and turns to you. his eyes are dark and tender in the low light. without a word, he cups your face and kisses you deeply.
it starts sweet but quickly turns heated. his lips move against yours with growing hunger, tongue sliding in to taste you. you moan softly into his mouth, hands roaming his chest and shoulders. he pulls you closer, one hand tangling in your hair, the other slipping under your shirt to caress your bare waist.
“i want to feel all of you,” he whispers between kisses, voice a little breathless. “can we take these off? i just… want to be close. skin to skin. nothing between us.”
your heart races. you nod, already tugging at his shirt. clothes come off slowly, reverently. soon you’re both naked, bodies pressed together under the warm blankets. sunoo pulls you on top of him, hands exploring your back, your hips, your thighs. he kisses you again, slower this time, savoring every second.
“you feel so good,” he murmurs against your lips. his fingers trace your spine, then slide down to cup your ass, squeezing gently. you shiver and kiss along his jaw, down his neck, hands roaming freely over his smooth chest and toned stomach. it’s intimate, vulnerable, and incredibly loving.
you stay like that for a long time, kissing, touching, whispering sweet things to each other. eventually the movie is completely forgotten. you fall asleep tangled together, naked and warm, his arms wrapped securely around you.
the next morning, sunlight filters softly through the curtains. you wake up first, still nestled against sunoo’s chest. his breathing is slow and even, one arm draped over your waist, leg tangled with yours. skin to skin. the feeling is perfect. you nuzzle closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his collarbone.
sunoo stirs a few minutes later. he opens his eyes, looks down at you, and a slow, beautiful smile spreads across his face. he tightens his hold, pulling you even closer if that’s possible.
“this,” he says quietly, voice husky with sleep, “is my favorite way to wake up. having you right here, like this. i didn’t know how much i needed it until now.”
you smile up at him, heart swelling. “i love it too. love being close to you.”
his hand starts moving then, slow and exploratory. he traces your side, cups your breast gently, thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardens. you sigh softly, arching into his touch. your own hands wander, sliding down his chest, over his stomach, and lower, wrapping around his half-hard cock. he groans quietly, hips twitching.
the morning sex that follows is soft and passionate. there’s no rush. sunoo rolls you onto your back and kisses you deeply, tongue exploring your mouth while his hands map every inch of your body. he takes his time, lips trailing down your neck, sucking lightly at your collarbone, moving lower to pay attention to your breasts. you moan his name, fingers threading through his soft hair.
when he finally slides into you, it’s slow and deep, both of you gasping at the feeling. he stays there for a moment, buried fully, forehead pressed to yours, just feeling you around him. then he starts moving, gentle rolls of his hips that build gradually. your hands roam his back, nails lightly scratching, pulling him closer. his hands never stop touching you — caressing your thighs, squeezing your waist, cupping your face so he can kiss you through every thrust.
“i love you,” he whispers against your lips, voice trembling with pleasure. “i love feeling you like this. i love how you touch me.”
you whisper it back, legs wrapping tighter around him. the pace stays tender but grows more intense, bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. every touch, every kiss, every shared breath feels meaningful. when you come, it’s with his name on your lips, clenching around him. he follows soon after, burying his face in your neck as he fills you, hips stuttering.
afterward, you stay connected, catching your breath. sunoo peppers your face with soft kisses, murmuring how beautiful you are, how much he loves having you close. you trace lazy patterns on his back, completely content.
he eventually pulls out gently and rolls to the side, pulling you into his arms again. the sheets are warm, your bodies still flushed and pressed together. he kisses the top of your head and sighs happily.
“we’re doing this more often,” he says with a soft laugh. “the naked cuddling. the morning everything. all of it. i don’t want to go back to holding back, even a little.”
you smile against his chest, nodding. “good. because i’ve missed touching you whenever i want.”
sunoo chuckles and tilts your chin up for another deep kiss. the two of you stay in bed for a long time that morning, talking quietly, touching lazily, basking in the new closeness you’ve found together. what started as a small misunderstanding has brought you even closer, and sunoo realizes he never wants to let go of this feeling.
from then on, the touches come naturally again — yours eager and loving, his now just as open and welcoming. every hug lasts longer. every kiss lingers. and every night you fall asleep in each other’s arms, skin to skin, hearts full.
thanks for the tag @nichoberri babo you never bother me!!
i always get told i remind people of a black cat, especially people who know me irl because they say im quiet but intelligent (this is not self glaze i swear they say this)
but they also say owls and it used to be my fav animal for a long long time
only my sisters say i would be a pufferfish if i was an animal because im cute until i get mad but i think thats pretty accurate😭
Wait this is so cute ty for the tag love @sunmoonnie
tag game ! — what animals represent you
Am convinced that the deer is the one that resembles me mosapparently because my face fits the "deer archetype beauty" However sometimes given my booba eyes and slightly round face people also commonly say I remind them of a pump or a rabbit but the most one is deer🦌🐰🐶
thank you for the tag @woninlove I love these type of games so much!
Swimming Otter 🦦Because I'm a lane swimmer (freestyler) and synchronized swimmer (basically dancing in the water). I also used to do board diving.
Elephant 🐘: emotionally intelligent like my parents (my brother says so too I had to ask him)
Scottish Fold Cat: My elderly neighbor is a cat mom, and she says I remind her of a Scottish Fold 🐈 because of my quiet demeanour and round face. It's kind of cute.
honorable mention: Poodle Pups: My friends and cousins said it's because of my wavy curls. They also said I'm very reserved and observant when it comes to people.
tags (feel free to join if you see this in your fyp): @addictedtohobi @grandlightcandy @m1kkso @en-cityyy @aloveminsalade @ayliyahlyla @airixki @kjunebuggie @reep04 @mysticaljiminie @nicaa9002 @samsquanch02 @mayawastaken26 @satorusleft-eye @saphiranishimurashan @beomgyustea @justpassingdontworry @sugarangelhoon @iiamskz
