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PERMEATE U ✨ • do not edit.

Crossfaded (Skater Boy AU! NCT Jaemin)

g o  v e r.

Genre: angst 

WC: 4.2k

Warnings: swearing, recreational drug use, alcoholism, death, casual thievery, dreamies are bad influences???

Description: You could only watch as your best friend spiraled down a black hole of self-neglect.

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I LITERALLY HOPE NONE OF MY IRLS FIND MY TUMBLR LOL

I LOVE THIS SM

The Boy [M] Pairing: Kim Sunwoo x Fem!Reader Tags: 22k words, Strangers to lovers, Fluff, Romance, Humor, Smut. Summary: There is so much more to the cute boy at the car wash and he’s hell bent on changing your mind about him.

Warnings: Mature/Adult themes throughout + Sexually Explicit Content at the end of the story. Language, light alcohol use, age gap (reader is 5yrs older), slow burn but not?, a ton of kissing/making out, unprotected sex (m/f), fingering (f), oral (f), mentions of loser exes & cheating, overall its a lot of flirting and fluff, and the story of two people unexpectedly falling in love. 

You know how after a long day of work, every single minuscule thing has the power to send you over the edge? 

The current culprit for your impending meltdown is this stupid, never-ending red light. 

You swear it’s been a solid five minutes without change and you’re ready to gather random materials from the passenger seat to create a makeshift slingshot and fire loose change at the damn thing until it turns green. Just before you let loose another expletive, the light changes and you press down on the gas with a long sigh. 

Things are going to get better. Soon enough you’ll be in your own home, stripped of your heels and business attire, earrings tossed onto your dresser carelessly as you trade it all out for an over-sized sweatshirt and pair of fuzzy socks. You’ll turn on some trashy reality show and dig into the take out sitting next to you. The thought brings a smile to your lips and then the phone rings. 

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So close to deletinf my serber no joke😅😅😅😅

for you @yenoir

too cute🥺🥺🥺

cotton and cuddles

pairing: Jisung x reader

genre: fluff

summary: after getting soaked in the rain you end up having to wear Jisung’s oversized clothes

note: i have no idea what this is…

requested by @ovelha-colorida-v 

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prompt: 17. guess i have to wear your clothes… but they’re so big!!

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You bolted through the door, Jisung following close behind. Both of you now stood in the middle of his living room, drenched from head to toe. “I told you it was going to rain.”, you said, scowling at Jisung. “That’s what made it more romantic.” He patted your head and went to get you a towel. “If I get sick it’s your fault.” You caught the towel Jisung tossed at you, drying the moisture off yourself. “If you get sick, I’ll take care of you.” Jisung gave you a sweet smile, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You can barely take care of yourself, how are you going to take care of me?” You looked at Jisung questioningly, hands placed sweetly on his chest. He gave your question some thought, finally answering, “I’ll ask my mom.” 

You both laughed at his ridiculously truthful answer. “Umm, my clothes are all wet.”, you spoke, coming back to reality,“Are my spare clothes still here or did I  wear them already?” “I’m not sure, let’s go check.” Jisung grabbed your hand, pulling you to his bedroom. As usual the room was messy. Various bright colour hoodies were thrown throughout the expanse of it. Multiple pairs of shoes laid near the foot of his bed. A large mound of what you assumed to be pillows and blankets, plus a few t-shirts were all conveniently pushed onto one side of the bed, leaving the other side clear. “Sorry for the mess.”, Jisung said as he rummaged through his closet which was equally messy. “It’s alright, I’m pretty used to it.” You sat at the edge of his bed, waiting for him to bring you your clothes. 

“I can’t find them. I think you already wore them. What are we going to do now?”, Jisung asked, fumbling with his hands. “I guess I have to wear your clothes.” Jisung stared at you like a deer caught in headlights. “But they’re so big!” You chuckled at his surprised expression and stood up. “Well I can’t stay in these wet clothes forever can I?” Jisung nodded and took you to his closet. He tossed you a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. “These pants are too small for me, so I think they’ll fit you.” Jisung picked out some clothes to change into for himself. He turned around to face you. “What’s wrong?”, he asked. You stood in front of him shifting on your feet awkwardly. “Where am I supposed to change?” Jisung walked out of the room. “You can change here, I’ll go in the bathroom.” You nodded and closed his bedroom door when he disappeared  down  the hall. 

Stripping your self of your wet clothes, you dried your body with the towel he had given you. You hadn’t realised how cold it was as you quickly slipped on Jisung’s hoodie. You sighed in content as Jisung’s comforting scent engulfed your senses.  Your hands were lost somewhere in the sleeves, leading to a struggle in pulling his pants onto your legs. After you had succeeded, you stared at yourself in the mirror, choking on your spit as you observed yourself. You knew you were smaller than Jisung, but you had never realised just how small you were. The hoodie came down to your thighs, ending a good five inches below your butt. The sweatpants were a whole other story. They barely managed to stay on your torso, hanging loosely at your hips while the ends pooled hopelessly around your ankles. You tried to tug the drawstrings of the sweatpants so that they’d be a bit more tight. Amidst your struggles you heard a knock on the door followed by Jisung’s voice. “Are you done yet?”

You huffed and plopped down on his bed. “I think I might need your help.” Jisung barged in through the door, a worried look on his face. His eyes scanned your body, face instantly lighting up as he began jumping around excitedly. “You look so freaking cute y/n!”  Jisung came up to you and squeezed your cheeks, eliciting a pained whine from you. It took you a second to take in his reaction and you suddenly started feeling shy.  “You’re so damn adorable!”, Jisung cooed. You ripped his fingers off of your face, pouting as he continued to baby you. “Are you going to help me or not?” Jisung finally halted his antics and nodded. “I can’t tighten these pants.”, you said, gesturing at the drawstrings. “So what do you want me to do?” Jisung asked confusedly. You rolled your eyes at his cluelessness. “Could you please tighten them for me?”

Jisung grinned at you, making you stand up. “I will. But you have to do something first.” You rolled your eyes once again and looked at him expectantly. “And what might that be?” Jisung leaned down to you bringing his face to your level. “Say that you’re ‘Jisung’s cutie’ and give me a kiss.” You pushed Jisung away, colour rushing to your face while your heart began beating rapidly. “Why should I do that?!”, you asked dumbfoundedly. “If you do I’ll let you cuddle me and you’ll also get to eat out of my ice cream stash.”

You contemplated the offer, eventually pulling Jisung down by his neck and planting a firm kiss on his plump lips. “I’m your cutie. Now will you please tighten these pants?” Jisung wore a proud smile as he pulled the drawstring of the pants until  they hugged your waist. He kneeled down and rolled up the extra length that had bunched up around your ankles. “Thank you.”, you mumbled, still wafting in second hand embarrassment from your previous actions. “Your welcome cutie.” Jisung looked up at you with a mischievous grin. Without a warning he threw you over his shoulder, darting out of the room and down the stairs. You shrieked and hit his back, demanding him to put you down. Jisung dropped you on the couch, tossing the tv remote at you. “Pick a movie. I’ll go get the stash!”

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