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「even if the world ends tonight, what i want to cherish is our ‘now’」
aiyu, 00’, she/her, seasian
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Saturday, Post qualifying May 24th
The room is cold. The kind of cold that seeps into your skin, into your bones – the kind that makes everything feel a little too sharp, a little too clear. Seungcheol wonders if it would be the right time to ask someone to turn the AC down. He stares at the screen at the front of the room, but the numbers blur together—lap times, tire degradation, sector splits—none of it matters. He already knows what they’re going to say.
His arms are crossed over his chest, jaw locked as his race engineer drones on about qualifying performance. Tyre warm-up wasn’t ideal. You lost a tenth in sector two. The front row was possible. Possible. Not achieved.
He should’ve been faster. He should’ve been better.
girl dad & husband (in that specific order)!Choi Seungcheol x wife!Reader
Genre: fluff, sickfic
Word Count: 1,400
Warnings: the flu; Seungcheol is down bad for his two girls; reader despises cherry-flavoured medicine
[Domestic AU] When both of his girls fall sick at the same time, Seungcheol is more than happy to take care of them both - no matter how difficult they are.
The kettle had barely finished when Seungcheol heard your voice calling out, “Can I get my tea yet?”
“You don’t even like tea that much,” he scoffed under his breath, careful not to be heard, before responding louder, “Just a moment, honey!”
He waited for a response and it soon came. A sniffling sound. A sneeze. But even then your pout was practically audible in your reply: “I don’t like honey.”
fluff, fwb!mingyu | 664 words | suggestive, swearing
“Return my hoodies.”
It is way too early for you to deal with this. You groan and roll over in your bed, willing Mingyu to leave your room. You hear rustling all around your room as Mingyu rummages through your closet. A whine escapes you when your blanket pulls off you, leaving you shivering and exposed.
“Come on, I know my children are in here somewhere.”
Word count: 1.3K Summary: “But you’re so huggable,” he murmured, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. “Boss,” Wonwoo finally spoke, sounding both resigned and mildly entertained. “We were in the middle of something.” “Yeah,” Vernon chimed in. “You were just threatening some guy’s entire bloodline, remember?” Pairing: S.coups x reader
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Hii!! I just love serenity street 17 so much, the stories are all so wholesome and cute! 🥹
Idk if you're still taking ss17 bonus requests but it would be good to see from Wonwoo and his fiance. It's been a minute since we saw them. Maybe a drabble about them bringing Sock to home?
Hope you are doing great! Lots of love 💕
Hi! Thank you for the sweet words and the request! I hope you'll like it!
Word Count: 772 /// Warnings: none /// requests for more Serenity Street 17 content are open!
“I can’t believe he’s ours,” your voice was barely a whisper as you spoke. “Look at him, he’s so tiny.”
Wonwoo would’ve laughed if he wasn’t filled with similar awe and a feeling eerily similar to worry. His eyes were locked on the tiny being, memorising each rise and fall of his tiny chest, and the very pattern of his black fur. “He’s perfect.”
After many weeks of preparation, the two of you had finally brought home your first cat – your downstairs neighbour’s cat’s kitten who had stolen your heart with his white whiskers and loud purrs. Gently pressing him to your chest, you had dutifully refused to let go of him the whole trek up the stairs. Not even your fiancé could be trusted with your new baby; frankly, you weren’t sure you could be trusted with him either.
— Synopsis: Where you “unfortunately” caught your best friend's roomate—your unsaid enemy—masturbating in their shared apartment. — WC: 4.6k — WARNINGS: smut, monster cock!seungcheol, explicit language and content, overstimulation, dry fucking, oral as a tongue massage (f. receiving)—a reward <3, body fluids (cum), dry humping, cock riding, dumbfication, degradation, aftercare, exhaustion, and DIRTY TALK.
here’s how it always goes with seungcheol:
you walk into a room, he immediately finds something to scoff at. maybe it’s the way you dress, maybe it’s the way you talk, maybe it’s just the fact that you exist in his general vicinity. but it doesn’t matter what you do—he hates you. or, at the very least, that’s what he insists on showing you.
joshua, your best friend and possibly the only person in the world who can tolerate both of you without losing his mind, always tells you to be the bigger person. “he’s not that bad,” he says, as if seungcheol didn’t practically hiss at you last week for sitting on his side of the couch.
but whatever. you don’t go out of your way to piss him off, and he doesn’t go out of his way to be nice. that’s just the way it is.
which is why you hesitate when joshua calls you:
“i swear, i wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. i left my keys at your place before i flew out, remember?”
“okay, but i literally don’t want to step foot in his apartment,” you stress, cringing at the thought.
“it’s my apartment, too,” joshua deadpans.
you groan, already feeling a headache coming on.
“just go in, grab the folder on my desk, and leave,” he insists. “cheol probably won’t even be home.”
which is how you find yourself standing outside their apartment door, holding joshua’s keys and hyping yourself up like you’re about to enter enemy territory. which, in a way, you are.
Lee Jihoon x Fem!Reader
Genre: fluff & humour with a slight side of angst. kind of a slow burn.
Word Count: 17K
Warnings: adult language. alcohol and food mentions galore. Hoshi meddles and creates more problems for everyone involved. reader’s size is not specifically mentioned, but Jihoon and she fit into each other’s clothes. one mention of “daddy” as a joke.
[best friends to lovers!AU] For years you’ve hated Valentine’s day, convinced you’d never find a love worth celebrating. Maybe this year you’ll see that what you needed has been right in front of you all along.
♡ This fic is a part of @camandemstudios Lonely Hearts Cafe Collab! Please check out the other writer's works as well! They're all so good and we've all worked so hard!! ♡
[Still don’t know what to get your loved-one for Valentine’s day? We’ve got you covered!]
You stared at your phone, almost praying it would blow up and disappear along with the message. Unfortunately, you still needed your phone and the universe knew it. You sighed and deleted the message.
Maybe you wouldn’t be so bitter every February if the world was a little kinder to single people. After all, at least half the people in the world must be single – whether by choice or not. And yet it seemed that everything in the world was keen on reminding you of how entirely single you specifically were, your sister included.
She all but wrestled the phone out of your hand. “That’s it. I’m signing you up for dating apps.”
“Please don’t,” you replied with only half your usual annoyance and enthusiasm. Maybe a part of you thought this was exactly the push you needed.
you’re about to pull up at your best friend, jihyo’s place. you dial her number, calling her up and she picks up after four rings, her voice filling the space in your car.
“hey”, she says as she picks up. “hey jihyo, i’m about to reach your place to collect my mail and other packages”, you say. “oh, i’m actually not at home right now, but i’ll tell soonyoung to hand them over to you, i think he’s dropped by”, jihyo informs and you can hear the bustle of people talking through the phone as she speaks, assuming she must be at work. “sure, okay”, you say and jihyo mumbles something about calling you back later before cutting the call. you pull up at her driveway a few minutes later.
lee chan + “you trust me, right?”
“chaaan, im tired.”
chan doesn’t have to look at your face to know that you’re pouting, but he does so anyways. why shouldn’t he? you’re too cute for him.
“oh cmon, we barely even started!”
you groan, forehead leaning against his shoulder.
maybe you should close your eyes for a break.
yes. a break would be very much welcome. it didn’t matter that you were standing up– you can already feel yourself drifting to sleep on his shoulder.
too bad you’re jolted awake almost immediately, chan’s large hands shaking you gently. he’s almost intimated by the animalistic growl you let out, but chan laughs it out when you try to snuggle deeper into the crook of his neck.
“babe, we’re still standing.” all he gets back is a muffled groan. he chuckles again as his hands slide down your arms, intertwining with yours together and resuming position.
“one more time, i promise. you almost got the footwork down!”
you trust chan and his insane dance skills. you really do. that’s why you’ve asked him to teach you the waltz in the first place.
…who knew he was such a tenacious teacher.
your feet hurt like never before, muscles you didn’t know you had stretched beyond your imagination, your entire outfit absolutely drenched in sweat after a grueling 2-hour warm-up and dance practice. how he still looks perfect after all that, you’ll never know.
chan locks eyes with you, staring back with an unbridled amount of energy. “one more time; i’ll massage your calves later.” he grins when you sigh, knowing he’s won the one-sided argument.
“we’ll do it with music. don’t overthink the steps; i’ll lead you, okay?” he pauses, staring straight into your soul. “you trust me, right?”
“of course i trust you.” a genuine smile on your tired face. “lead the way, mr lee.”
his hand on your waist, the other firmly in yours. soft music fills the practice room once more, chan gently leading you through the 3-step waltz– maybe it’s not as bad as you think after all.
Hii. I'm a big fan of yours but more like a silent reader. I just read your Vernon girl dad and was wondering if you could make one with Seungkwan. It would be sauurr cute like him taking her to parks and stuff. Feel free to ignore if you aren't comfortable!! :) love you!
hii!!! thank you for loving my works i appreciate that sm<3 seungkwan as a girl dad is SO cute so here’s my contribution. ily too thank u for requesting! 💞
character: boo seungkwan
genres: girl dad seungkwan, smau, fake texts, fluff, crack
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