To My Fellow Content Creators And Their Supporters...

hi friend i'm not sure if you still take fluff requests but i really adore your writing so i thought i'd jump in on the opportunity,,,n e wayz can i please get some besties to lovers (since its the superior genre) with maybe some cliche sharing of hoodies with yangyang ?? thank you😔💗

short and sweet for you anon!

yangyang x reader

It’s not breaking and entering, you reason, if Yangyang willingly gave you the passcode to his apartment.

It’s 3pm and you know he has a macroeconomics lecture that he’s supposed to be in right now and you just saw his housemate Dejun in Starbucks, so the apartment should be empty. You tap in the six-digit entry code and, with a soft chime, the lock whirrs and clicks open. You push the door open to the darkened, quiet apartment, kicking off your shoes and shutting the door behind you.

Almost immediately, you make a beeline to Yangyang’s room. Well, to his closet, in particular. The thing about Liu Yangyang is that he has more clothes than anybody else you know, and you’ve been slowly depleting his hoodie collection over the past 2 months and he (seemingly) hasn’t noticed yet. You’ve even gone as far as wearing his own hoodie in front of him and he didn’t say anything.

Which one this week?

The hangers rattle as you rifle through the densely packed row of hoodies hanging in the back, inspecting each one until your hand falls on the softest thing you’ve ever touched. If fabric could be made of clouds, that’s what this hoodie would be made out of.

Immediately, you pull it off the hanger and extract it, marveling at how silky smooth, yet pillowy the material is. You lift it to your cheek. It feels like you’re rubbing your face against a puppy’s ear. The hoodie smells like Yangyang’s fabric softener, a crisp, comforting scent that makes your heart flutter in your chest.

Without another moment of hesitation, you pull it on over your head, swimming in the oversized hoodie for a few moments before finding the arm holes and threading your hands through the sleeves. Feeling very satisfied with this week’s selection, you wander out into Yangyang’s room and plop yourself backwards onto his bed (or at least, the mass of giant plushies and pillows that cover his bed during the day).

You’re making yourself comfortable in his bed when you hear a crinkling sound from the pocket of the hoodie. Frowning, you stick your hand in, grasping at fabric for a few moments before your fingers close on a crumpled sticky note. You pull it out and lean back against Yangyang’s pillow to unfold the paper and read the message written inside.

Dear <Y/N> ❤️

I really like this one, so you can only wear it for a week before you give it back? (please)

Love, LYY

texts with boyfriend soobin !!

i made this literally just as i was dismissed from school lmao,, i apologize for any mistakes made !! i am on my soobrangdan era hence this . i love soobin so much

warnings: soobin says like 2 swear words, he also makes a deez nuts joke, cheesy petnames said in sarcasm (?)

renjun ✦ 210101

𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖙𝖆𝖊𝖎𝖑 - 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

Hi, my name is Nikki! I once had a lot of stories uploaded but because of life I deleted them. Now you can find any new stories/one shots listed here. I am sorry I don’t wrtie happy endings and most of my writings have trigger warning. Hope you enjoy yourself. Feedback is highly appreciated,

ᴇɴᴛʀɪᴇꜱ: ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ᴇxᴄᴇʀᴘᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ.

✶ 17.02

ʙʟᴜʀʙꜱ: ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀꜱᴋꜱ.

✶ action | ᴊᴀᴇᴍɪɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

✶ paubaya | ᴊᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ

ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ: ʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴀɴ 5ᴋ.

✶ words of medusa  | ᴍᴀʀᴋ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ɴᴏ ᴛᴡ 

ʟᴏɴɢ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ:

✶ paris and oenone  | ᴊᴜɴɢᴡᴏᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ. ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ. ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ.

✶ eros and psyche | ᴍᴀʀᴋ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ. ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ. ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ.

thanks for the tag @hyetomi teehee

i have no friends here anyways...

— yummy! [weeekly]

— love maze [bts]

— save [nct 127]

— bad girl [woo!ah!]

— shoot! [itzy]

— baby don't like it [nct 127]

— king of hearts [wayv]

— bazooka! [gwsn]

— i'm a star [wooseok x kuanlin]

— daydream [j-hope]

Music tag game!~

Thankyou so much for tagging me @canadianwatermelon

Rules: put your library/liked songs on shuffle and post the first ten songs that play!

Fly to my room (BTS)

10 Months (ENHYPEN)

Someone’s Someone (Monsta X)

Highway to Heaven - English Version (NCT 127)

Mmmh (KAI)

Cassette (DEMIAN)

예뻤어 You Were Beautiful (Day6)

NOT BY THE MOON (GOT7)

Sorry (The Rose)

Love talk - English Version (WayV)

tagging: @suhnnyseok @simp-for-sunghoons-hair-tied-up @taehyunsmine @random-shit6352 @kpopthingssss @shafidaaaa @theblackwolf21 and anyone else who wants to do this!!~

3 years with Chuu & Heart Attack!

chenle in your camera lens

fansite!au, i’ve had this idea for ages, i thought it was super cute!! let me know what u think, i tried to make it as fluff-y as possible bc chenle is my baby! it’s also bullet pointed bc i wanted to see how it would feel to write in that style & honestly i was literally just trying to write like @warmau​ bc she’s super talented & i love her im so sorry i had to drag u into this 💞💖💘

edit!! i just posted a part 2 to this fic, which you can find here!

(3.2k words yo what, no triggers apart from chenle making cute meme faces which genuinely actives my soft sad hours)

song rec: notice me by spinn

not to brag, but like,,,, you were pretty famous as far as fansites go

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candy jar -- ldh.

pairing: haechan x reader

genre: enemies to lovers?? yeah?? with some fluff?

warnings: swearing. so if you’re not into that,,,sad times :(

word count: 5.8k

a/n: in case u didn’t know this is based off the netflix film candy jar!! i got real inspired by it!!

also this is my first fic on this blog so like. please be nice sksk

“Look at him. Look at that smug look on his smug face,” you grumble under your breath, eyes shooting daggers at the boy currently sitting across from you. Ever since kindergarten, you and Lee Donghyuck (or Haechan, as he preferred to be called) have had a vendetta, of sorts.

It all started when he upstaged your speech on butterflies (which was very well written, if you said so yourself) back in kindergarten by singing a song about bees, bees, of all things! He even smiled at you as he did it. Since then, it seemed as though he’d made it his life’s mission to beat you at absolutely everything. You’d had a passion for debate as soon as you’d entered high school, and, lo and behold, your lifetime enemy had a passion for debate too. Now juniors, the both of you admittedly put a little less time into arguing with each other,and more into your studies, but after the previous captain of debate club had graduated last year, a kind upperclassman named Mark, the two of you were the top (and only willing) candidates to take his place. Your constant arguments about who should take over had resulted in the two of you currently being forced to spend some time in the counselor’s office.

“I don’t think you understand, Miss Johnson. I’m clearly more level headed and responsible than him, so I deserve the title of captain, obviously-”

“Obviously? Obviously a four time state qualifier like me deserves the title, and, when you consider the numerous contributions my parents have made to the debate club-”

“Here we go again, Donghyuck, always using your precious rich kid privilege to get what you want. Can’t you ever work for something you want like the rest of us?”

“If by ‘the rest of us’ you mean the likes of peasants, like you, then the answer is most definitely a solid no-”

“Oh my God, you’re so annoying!” You say, throwing your hands up in frustration.

“See? This is why I can’t work with her. How do you expect us to co-captain when she’s like this?”

Eyes narrowed, glaring at him, you snarl. “When I’m like what, Donghyuck?”

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