hi !! i saw what u reblogged and– hyunjin + partygirl/badgirl!y/n, there rlly b so many fuckboy aus but where the fuckgirls at smh
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i agree
summary: if hyunjin was honest, he didn’t get the hype around you. your name was often spoken around campus; girls and boys alike talking about you constantly. they either wanted to be you or fuck you, it was that simple.
but hyunjin simply didn’t understand it. yeah, he thought you were hot, but that was it. he just didn’t understand why so many people thirsted after you.
he simply just didn’t get the big deal about you. that was until he had to sit next to for the rest of the year.
“you WHAT?!” jisung’s voice was loud. so loud it got the attention of everybody else in the cafeteria.
“would you shut up!” hyunjin hissed.
“you fucking what?!” jisung whisper shouted at his friend.
“i’m sitting next to (name) for the rest of the year,”
“why is it always the least deserving people,” felix tsked, earning an eye roll from both hyunjin and seungmin.
“seriously why are you so in love with them?” hyunjin asked defeated, “they seem like an asshole,”
“that’s the thing,” jisung started, leaning closer to hyunjin for effect, “they’re not an asshole,”
“and you know this how?”
“well, for starters, (name) feeds the stray cats behind the seven eleven everyday after school. and, everybody who’s fucked-”
seungmin cut him off, “do you have to say it like that?”
“-yes, says (name) was a complete sweetheart the morning after, making breakfast and everything,”
hyunjin stared unamused at his friend, “okay so, basic human decency?”
genre: fluff, best friends-to-lovers i suppose? emphasis on the former part.
warnings: none except heavy and perhaps cringy reference to a classic romance novel teehee
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There is a certain tranquillity that you’ve been feeling recently, and you have a hard time describing it to your best friend, who currently lies beside you.
It feels like a stage of existence between being awake and being asleep. It isn’t as careless as the phrase ‘dozing off’ suggests, and it isn’t as wavering as drifting in and out of a slumber. There’s no pushing or pulling, no back and forth, no heavy eyelids trying to resist being dragged open by negligent voices or bright lights.
Rather, it’s the sensation of stroking a soft, warm cat’s back; feeling the low, almost undetectable purr of pleasure that it breathes out. It’s the feeling of standing in a silent kitchen and pouring a carton of milk, letting the last drops join the rest of the drink as the liquid just about fits inside the glass. It’s the sight of two strangers on the park bench a hundred meters away from your apartment window, unable to control their laughter for reasons you’ll probably never know nor need to find out.
In this tranquil stage of existence is where you currently reside, nestled into a soft blanket with Soonyoung reading beside you, an assortment of your favourite summer reads laid out behind you. “I’m telling you, romance in the sunshine is simply exquisite,” you’d told him this morning, referring to your favourite genre. He’d teased you for being a nerd, while secretly blushing at the thought of romance bubbling between you and him, rather than between the pages of Pride and Prejudice.
Soonyoung reads the words of Jane Austen as if he is verbalising a philosophical thought. The rise and fall of his mellow tone feels unlike a narration, and more like a stream of inner consciousness. Listening to his words feels intimate, like the sharing of a secret, something you're lucky to be the recipient of.
“’To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love’.” Soonyoung reads the line as if it were his own hypothesis before going silent for a moment.
“Why did you stop?” You mutter, your tranquil momentarily disturbed by the loss of his dulcet voice.
“I’m just… thinking about that line. I like it.” You open your eyes at this, and the sun seems dull beside the brightness of Soonyoung’s face. Your best friend enjoying one of your favourite novels makes your heart throb more than you’d like to admit.
"I'm glad," you smile. “I like it too. There’s quite a few lines in this book that I love.”
“Like?”
“Like…” Your eyes wander to the white clouds above you, their shapes glowing against a bright blue expanse.
Not yet known to you, Soonyoung sees the same glow in your irises, and a warm serenity consumes him as he waits for you to speak, now fully aware that he is in love with you.
“Oh, like this one: ‘There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.’” You recollect as Soonyoung smiles at the thoughtfulness emanated by your voice.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes out without meaning to, making you giggle.
“I’m just quoting a book, it’s nothing special,” you laugh, the compliment making your cheeks warm.
"It definitely is. I mean, when you talk about the things you love. It’s one of the nicest things to listen to. It feels like you’re sharing a secret, like I’m lucky that I get to listen to you,” he confesses, nestling into his elbow. And the gentle smile on his face makes you realise, along with his words, that you only feel that tranquillity when you’re with him. Maybe you’ve been struggling to explain it because you hadn’t noticed that it feels like love.
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a/n: writing this was really fun as i let myself focus on the general mood of the piece than the pacing. thank you anon for requesting this particular prompt, and to the lovely admins of @quillstarters for this challenge!
Quillstarters Challenge No 3: Kyungsoo (requested by anon)
Warnings: Smutty themes, mentions of blood and violence
Word Count: ~ 500
gif credit aminoapps
The silence that had reigned in the house, oh so peaceful, was suddenly disturbed by the door colliding with the wall in a loud bang that startled you. Straightening up, your wide eyes crossed those of the newcomer.
Shit.
He was not supposed to be here.
A disheveled and drenched Doh Kyungsoo’s eyes bore into your soul as an ungodly smirk tugged at his full, bloodied lips. He ran the blunt edge of the dagger over the open gash across his right eyebrow - the one he never let heal - the one that kept the desire for revenge burning in the pit of his stomach.
With every painfully slow step he took towards you, you took a step back towards the drawer in which your loaded 9mm Parabellum sat ready to be fired. Only if you make it in time…. The sudden loud clap of thunder almost made you jump but you somehow managed to hold an alert stance.
“Tsk, tsk”, he mocked, “you let your guard down… you thought i’d never find you. I had promised you, Detective. I had promised that my dagger would find that sweet slender neck of yours.”
He exhaled sharply licking the blood off his lower lip as his gaze lingered on the little cactus tattoo that peeked through your low cut, wine colored cami dress.
“Look at you all dressed up. Hope I’m not keeping you from your date, Detective! Hell, had you not arrested me, I would have definitely asked you out myself. But I am an optimist, Detective. I have a higher purpose, if you will. I think the world can do with one less haughty woman. Too bad blood is going to be the ruin of this pretty little dress you have on”, his face contorted into a ghastly smile as his body met yours, pressing you against the wall. His one hand tightened around your waist and the other lightly traced the outline of your crimson lips with the dagger.
Your hand gradually moved towards the handle of the drawer as you tried to distract him, “The Great Mafia Leader Doh Kyungsoo”, you spat, “here without our minions, are we?” Your eyes grew wide in horror as you found your hand groping around an empty drawer.
“Soo, where’s the damn water gun!”, you exclaim.
“Baby, how could you forget? The gun was your responsibility! I did my part with the dagger”, he pulled away from you putting his hands on his hips in mild annoyance.
“You call that a dagger? Do you know how difficult it was for me to maintain character with this stupid butter knife pointed at me?”
“Hey! Safety first!”
“Bo-ring!”, you rolled your eyes walking away from him.
His hand firmly gripped your wrist and he pinned you against the wall in one swift movement. “Screw roleplay!” he attacked your lips with his.
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pairing: prince! taehyun x female villager! reader
summary: you arrived at the forest with no intention of being there until you’d accidentally met the prince
“What brings you here all alone?”
“I should say the same thing for you considering the fact that you're the prince”. Taehyun chuckles and smiles at you. “Who are you to question the prince of his activities” he jokes.
“And what kind of prince are you to ignore a girl’s question” you teased. Both of you started laughing until you heard a male’s voice yelling his name from afar. Taehyun looks down and frowns. “I believe it’s my time to go”, he looks back up to make eye contact with you. “You should probably head home”.
“Will I see you again?”
“If you come to this exact spot, maybe you will” he smirks.
“Until next time!”. Your horse starts to gallop away leaving taehyun a question that he didn’t get a chance to ask…
Sundays were your lazy procrastination days, even so, more on the colder Sundays. Any work that was initially supposed to be done on these days often always lived to see a new day, and there were no regrets over it. Well, maybe a few. But that's why your best friend Seungmin was here.
Seungmin didn't know the word procrastination, it wasn't a part of his vocabulary. He prefered to finish all tasks at least a week before they were due and always tried his hardest in all he did. That's why he was currently over at your apartment to make sure you completed your presentation slides. He had a way with getting you to work. Any time you went off-topic, one stare was all it took for you to get back to work. However, even Seungmin couldn't stop the massive yawns that left you halfway through your work.
"Seungs, I wanna take a nap."
Seungmin didn't have any objections to this, you'd done a pretty good job on the presentation so far. He did ask if he could keep working at your place though, to which you didn't have any objections either. Soon you'd gotten your pillow and placed it on the couch and lay down on it with Seungmin sitting on the floor right below you. The two of you talked about life for a while before a calm silence overtook you two and your eyes closed.
"Seungs, I forgot the thing," you spoke up breaking the silence.
"The thing ?"
"Yea the thing. I forgot the word for it! Ya know when you're cold while trying to sleep you use it to make you feel warm."
Silence. Either he was trying to figure out what you were saying or he was judging you for forgetting a whole word. You'd never know. But just as you were going to tell him fo forget about it, you felt a nudge and a whisper.
"Move over silly I need more space."
And so you did. There were many questions that came to mind, but before you could ask any of them he replied.
"You said you wanted to nap. But you also felt cold. And you cant nap unless you stop feeling cold yea?"
You nodded but before you could reply, he spoke again.
"And do you feel cold still?"
He was right. You didn't feel cold anymore. Instead you felt warmer than you should have, as you moved in closer to him, your legs wrapped between his. Lazy sundays could not get any better than this.
FOR UR QUILLSTARTERS THINGY: han jisung + royal au me thinks he's a prince -hyunsracha hehe
@hyunsracha hi i love you ghdndghhs i rly like ur blog 😳
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summary: sneaking out and going to the marketplace was almost a regular thing for jisung. he went there as often as he could, to see everything; the different stalls, the people (the people he would rule over in a couple of years), and most importantly, you.
you, who was always entertaining the young children of the town with a new story. jisung thought you were the most charming person he had ever seen. now he just had to talk to you, and hopefully he would be able to keep the whole prince thing a secret.
jisung landed on the grass, bending his knees slightly. he turned to look up at his open window, before running off towards the village he had grown to love so much. he wandered calmly through the market, stopping to look at a few things.
halfway through the market he spotted a bunch of young children, all of them looking deeply focused. it was odd, he thought, walking closer. getting closer, he saw you sitting in front of them, making large motions with your hands, and your mouth moving rapidly.
jisung stopped and stared at you; you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen (and he had seen a lot of people). your eyes were shining brightly as you told the children a new tale, and jisung smiled softly at the sight.
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i don’t know why i didn’t get the whole college au memo but i didn’t, also best friends to lovers instead she has potential tbh
summary: when minho’s parents tell him they’re all going to spend the summer in the japanese countryside, he felt like crying. his summer was ruined! not only was he spending it in the countryside but also in another country?! what were his parents thinking?! he genuinely had no idea.
turns out, his parents knew he really didn’t want to go, and told him he could bring you along as long as your parents agreed. well, they did, and you went to japan with your best friend.
minho was excited to spend the summer with you, a close friend, was gonna be great! he, however, found himself in deep trouble, because as it turns out, you look really pretty in a flower field.
“minho, it’s fucking three in the morning; why are you calling me now?”
“i just told you,” the boy whined.
“sorry, i was a bit distracted because it’s fucking three in the morning?!” you snapped. rubbing some sleep out of eye, you laid back down on your back, phone on your pillow, close to your ear.
“i’m going with my parents to japan during the summer and i want you to come with me,”
“and this couldn’t wait because…?”
“(name),” he whined again.
“minho,” you mocked his whine, nose exhaling when he gasped offended.
“(name), please, i’ll die if i go alone. i’ll pay for your plane ticket,”
you hummed sleepily, “i’ll have to ask my parents,”
the less asked skz member + roommates au for your challenge? ☺️
:-)
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summary: hyunjin moved out of the apartment he and jeongin shared on impulse, leaving jeongin with a rent he couldn’t possibly pay by himself. luckily, hyunjin’s cousin needed a place to live — plus, you’re very cute.
“the fuck you mean you’re moving out?!”
hyunjin shrugged, like moving out wasn’t a big decision, “i’m moving,”
“yeah, what the fuck?!” jeongin threw a pillow at his roommate, hitting him square in the face, “i can’t pay the rent on my own!”
