As Long As I Have You Universe: Being in a situationship with your bodyguard that is also your brother's friend became even more complicated when you blur your lines for each other - to the point where you meet his mom.
warnings: implications of sex, mentions of porn, complicated relationships, minor angst (barely), fluff.
Genre: Angst, Hurt, Hidden Relationship, Emotional Break-up
🍒 Choi Seungcheol | Scoups x Reader
Summary: Being the secret girlfriend of SEVENTEEN’s leader, Choi Seungcheol, means learning how to love in silence. While the world celebrates him, you sit alone, on your birthday, your anniversary, and every special occasion. Not because he doesn’t love you, but because he’s never around to show it. You’ve held on for years, telling yourself love is worth waiting for. But even the deepest love can begin to break in the face of loneliness. And this time, you’re the one choosing to walk away.
The sound of your fingers tapping against the side of your coffee mug was the only noise in your quiet apartment.
No music.
No TV.
No messages.
No Seungcheol.
You checked your phone again, even though you knew. No missed calls. No unread texts.
Just a lock screen photo you hadn’t changed in three years, Seungcheol grinning with one arm wrapped tightly around you, hidden away in the safety of your apartment.
It was your anniversary.
Again.
And he forgot.
Again.
Your eyes stung, but you were too used to the ache to cry now. You set the mug down and stared at the small table you had set earlier that evening.
You still cooked. Still wore the black dress he once said you looked “dangerously beautiful” in. You even lit candles.
But like every other special day, you celebrated it alone.
You told yourself it wasn’t his fault. And maybe it wasn’t. He never intended to hurt you. It was always the schedule. The rehearsals. The tours. The group. The comeback.
You weren’t competing with another person. You were competing with an entire career.
And the most painful out of all?
you were losing...
The soft beep of your door lock jolted you. You quickly wiped under your eyes and stood, heart racing. The door opened slowly, and there he was, Choi Seungcheol, cap low, mask on, eyes tired. But even through exhaustion, he smiled at you the way he always did.
“Happy Anniversary, love,” he said softly.
Your heart cracked. “You remembered.”
He nodded and stepped inside, removing his shoes like he always did. “Barely made it... practice ran over and—”
“You missed it,” you whispered. “Again.”
He looked up, frozen.
“I waited for hours, Cheol. Like I always do. I made dinner, lit candles, dressed up, just like last year. Just like the year before that. And every year... I wait.”
“I’m here now,” he said quickly, walking over to you. “I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to—”
“But you did. You always do,” you said, backing away. “You always mean well. But your love comes in promises, not in presence.”
His expression dropped, hands shaking slightly. “Baby… please don’t say it.”
“I love you, Cheol. God, I love you so much it hurts. But that’s all it does lately. It hurts.”
“No,” he breathed, taking your hands in his. “We can work through this. Just a little longer. I’ll make time. I promise.”
“Don’t,” you said, pulling your hands away. “Don’t make promises you know you can’t keep. I deserve someone who can be there, not just in love, but in life. In real, present moments.”
Silence.
He looked at you like a man losing his world.
“You're still the only home I know,” he whispered.
“And I’ll always be rooting for you,” you replied, voice cracking. “But I can’t keep breaking just to love you.”
You reached for the necklace he gave you, gently unclasped it, and placed it in his palm.
“I was always yours, Cheol... but you were never really with me.”
You turned before he could see you cry, heading to your room, leaving him in the quiet glow of the candles still flickering on the table. The smell of cold dinner filled the room.
He stood there for a long time, necklace clenched in his fist, lips pressed together as tears finally slid down.
Because for the first time,
he couldn’t fix it.
And you weren’t waiting anymore.
A/N: Wow! I... It really hurts...
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You Think You Might Seungcheol x fem!reader
angst smut fluff fake dating!au, kind of sort of exes to lovers? Fake exes to lovers? I guess?
NSFW - minors DNI
Summary: Seungcheol agrees to be your fake boyfriend at your sister’s destination wedding, under the condition that it “stays there”. You didn’t expect it to hurt when he holds you to that promise.
WC: around 50k total - five chapters. Teaser wc: 500
Teaser Warnings: none except hoshi is reader's little brother
Series warnings will include language, drinking, smut, angst, fighting/arguments/hurt feelings, some toxicity (but not between reader and seungcheol) - a more specific warning list will go on the official masterpost
A/N: many thank yous! Firstly to @sailorsoons and @eoieopda for beta-ing and putting up with three (???) rewrites and many many screenshots along the way. I will, again, have more thank you's on the official masterpost but i'll keep it short for the teaser!
Teaser:
“Just one final time - you don’t have to deal with breakfast with my mom if you don’t want to. You and I could meet up later.”
Seungcheol tilts his head a little. “I’m here to sell the idea that we’re a serious couple, right?” he asks, unnecessarily. You both know the answer. “It would be weird for you to go to breakfast without your boyfriend.”
a/n: While it is not required to read Lights Out to understand what's going on here, the first half of this fic runs parallel to it. I personally had fun writing the parallels, oh you know, the downfall of one, rise of another. If you've read lights out though, you probably know how this weekend ends, but shush! LMAO. This one's run longer than I expected it to, so it'll be divided into three parts. Again, the glossary helps, so do read it! you can sign up for the taglist here !
Saturday, Qualifying
The roar of the Tifosi is deafening, even from inside the garage.
Seungcheol sits in his cockpit, helmet still on, hands resting lightly on the wheel as the mechanics swarm around his car, making final adjustments. The session clock is still running, but for now, he’s stationary—P3 on the leaderboard, a tenth ahead of Jaehyun.
Outside, Monza is alive.
The Tifosi are everywhere, packed into every inch of the grandstands, a sea of red that stretches as far as the eye can see. Flags whip through the air, massive banners draped across the stands, their messages bold and impossible to miss. Monza is one of the circuits where the grandstands are sold out even during qualifying. There’s something different about this place. Something that doesn’t exist at any other circuit, something even the best drivers struggle to explain. It’s not just the speed, the history, the track itself. It’s this. The weight of expectation. The way Ferrari doesn’t just belong to the team—it belongs to the people. To the thousands in the stands who live for this weekend.
hi! can you write a fluff fic for wonwoo? like wonwoo's reaction to his s/o having a big fat crush on him despite them already dating. getting shy around him sometimes, touching squeezing and poking his face cause it just gets her all giddy and he's just there like ☺️
hey, i hope this is okay! thanks for requesting ♡
Wonwoo (SVT) | Shy fluff | 0.6k | gn!reader
He wonders if you know. Anytime you look away from his gaze, every time you immediately check if he’s still watching you and whine because he absolutely is, he wonders if you realize how hard it is to pretend he’s not affected.
Wonwoo is genuinely proud of himself for getting to this level of acting cool, even if he’s anything but. His naturally stoic expression and features that make him look cold help and for once he’s grateful. He’ll take any help he can. He wants you to know that he loves you, of course. He tries hard to show it, to make you feel loved and cherished. It’s just that he doesn’t need you to know that he’s wrapped around your finger.
And you’re doing it again - that thing you do, lowering your voice when you call him love. Like it’s a secret, like it’s new and unfamiliar, not a nickname you’ve been calling him for months. He remembers when you, half-asleep, admitted it doesn’t feel like you deserve him. Perhaps that’s why he always turns to you so eagerly when you call him that. With a small, private smile that belongs only to you and eyes that betray what he’s trying to hide. Yet he’d rather his secret be revealed than you thinking anything other than that you’re perfect for him.
oh my god i love this so much
hellooo ~ i said i think a week ago i wrote a new dad fic... and yes it's w the one and the only choi seungcheol😅 he's just screaaams dad girl so here we are. this is definetely one of longest i've written in a while. I was up all night and it took a few days to finish all of this so i hope you like it! and let me know if i should make more....
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hellooo~ i am soooo not done with the proposal scenarios😅 this one is a request, hope i did it justice. and yes I did cry again while writing this. Happy new year!🤍
you can listen to your universe by rico blanco for maximum feels. this was insipired by this song🥺
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do you ever think daddy when you see Cheol or are you normal... hahahaha no but seriously this man this man he is THE MAN. my playlist of all Seungcheol coded songs are getting longer and longer🤣 and you already know Juno by Sabrina Carpenter is there THAT IS SO HIS SONG
anywayssss hope you like it!
if anyone want to be mutuals on X, i'm using the same un there😊
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heyy first of all dont listen to anyone sending hate no one deserves that and specially you🫶
so ive been inactive for a couple of days and i was just catching up with your fics and i was wondering if you would consider doing a part2 for lovesick fool?
i was thinking like rival gang kidnaps reader and cheol goes all crazy looking for her BUT i was thinking (since i get baddie energy from her oops) that maybe he shows up to save her but girlie already saved herself like a girlboss
just a thought haha
i hope you have a great day and remember that you deserve good things 😚🫶
Word Count: 1.1K Summary:“No,” he mumbled into your shoulder, wrapping himself around you like a human blanket. “You almost got kidnapped today. I deserve this.” Pairing: S.coups X reader
Taglist: @haaruki @agaha127 @zaycie @sh0dor1 @tinyelfperson @lezleeferguson-120 @ltfirecracker
istg i would have posted this days ago BUT I HAD TO RE-EDIT SO MANY TIMES bcs it wont fit here. so finally finalllyyy here you go🫠🤣
you can follow me on x, my un there niniramyeonie 😊🌻
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This is inspired by this video from twitter! Credits to the rightful owner, I couldn’t find the original poster. But this video is NOT mine! 🍒
Summary: Seungcheol is a confident man—steady, secure, completely sure of himself. So why does his stomach twist when he sees you laughing at another man’s words? Why is he suddenly rushing to stake his claim before it’s too late? Maybe, just maybe… he’s a jealous man after all.
The door creaked open, and Seungcheol stepped inside, exhausted from the long flight, his body aching from weeks on tour. The familiar scent of home should have greeted him, the warmth of her presence should have wrapped around him like it always did. But the air was cold. Too cold. The silence was deafening.
"Y/N?" he called, his voice echoing against the bare walls.
No answer.
A sudden, sinking feeling clenched his chest as he hurried from room to room. The closet—half-empty. The bathroom counter—cleared of her things. The bookshelf—their memories missing.
His breath hitched when he saw it.
A single envelope on the kitchen table, his name scrawled in her familiar handwriting.
His fingers trembled as he picked it up, his heart hammering against his ribs. He hesitated before unfolding the letter inside, dreading every word before he even read them.
"Now I sit here, staring at a blank page, my mind flooded with so many thoughts that I don’t even know where to begin. Maybe your "forever" was never as long as mine, because yours ended so suddenly while mine kept going—without you. I looked into your eyes and saw a future, while you only saw a moment, a fleeting escape with no consequence. And my heart breaks for it.
I wanted you to love me without having to beg for it. That’s where we failed, isn’t it? And now, we’re strangers. Strangers with memories. You walk past me as if none of it mattered, as if we never mattered. And I don’t know what’s worse—pretending it didn’t or knowing it did and losing it anyway.
I never thought you could miss something you never truly needed. Because before you, I was fine. I didn’t need, I didn’t crave, I didn’t want. And yet, somehow, now there’s a hole where you used to be, and I hate you for it. I hate that you wanted me first. That you pulled me in—mornings with your texts, nights wrapped in your arms, the way you made me feel safe. I hate that you made me believe it was real when, in the end, it was just temporary for you.
Did you always know it would end? Or do you just refuse to admit it hurts you too? Because the truth is crueler than any lie—you hurt because you’re vulnerable, and to hide it, you hurt me instead.
And yet, despite it all, I admit it—I miss you. Even though I never needed you. Even though I shouldn’t.
But this is it. One last time. One last night of waiting for you, of hoping you’ll prove me wrong. One last reply to your messages. One last moment to see if you change like you always say you will. And maybe I shouldn’t, maybe I should let go right now, but the "what if" is too loud to ignore. What if, this time, it worked? What if all the pain meant something in the end?
But it doesn’t.
And I know that now.
So, this is the last time I forgive. The last time I let myself believe in you. Because I see it now—you never wanted me enough to fight for me. Not enough to stay, not enough to fix it.
So don’t come looking for me, Cheol. I won’t be here."
His vision blurred, his grip tightening around the paper until his knuckles turned white. His breath came in sharp, uneven gasps as he dropped into the nearest chair, shaking his head as if that could undo what was in front of him.
"No," he whispered. "No, no, no—"
The walls seemed to close in around him. The silence stretched endlessly, suffocating. He was too late. This time, there was no fight left to fight. No words left to say. Just emptiness, just the ghost of her lingering in every untouched space.
She was gone.
And this time, she wasn’t coming back.
Regret crashed over him like a tidal wave, drowning him in all the things he should have done, all the words he should have said. He had thrown her vulnerability back at her, made her feel small when all she ever did was love him. He had been too proud to fight, too stubborn to admit that he needed her just as much as she needed him.
He had let her suffer in silence, let her believe she was alone even when she had stood right beside him. And worst of all, just before he left for tour, he had told her he didn’t need her. That he didn’t want her.
Now, it was too late.
Now, she was gone.
And he could never take it back.
Word Count: 2.5K Summary:“I swore I wouldn’t leave my—”“I swore I would bring you home,” Pairing: Wonwoo X Reader
taglist: @haaruki @agaha127 @zaycie @sh0dor1 @tinyelfperson @lezleeferguson-120 @ltfirecracker
Hi! Wonwoo’s going next week 🥹 Instead of being sad can I request reader is happy because she gets to spend more time with wonwoo like normal couples 🥹
Wonwoo lay on his back, his arms tucked comfortably under his head as he watched Y/N from across the room. She was sitting at her vanity, brushing her hair with slow, deliberate strokes. The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated her features, casting a warm light over her skin. He found himself smiling slightly, taking in the peaceful sight.
"You seem really happy tonight," he remarked, his voice laced with curiosity.
Y/N paused for a moment, looking at him through the mirror. A small, knowing smile played on her lips before she set the brush down and turned toward him. With light steps, she made her way to the bed, climbing onto his lap and resting her hands gently against his chest.
Wonwoo instinctively placed his hands on her waist, his touch warm and steady. "So?" he prompted, tilting his head slightly.
She let out a soft laugh, her fingers tracing absent patterns against his shirt. "Because," she began, her voice filled with warmth, "for the first time in so long, we get to have a routine. You won’t be constantly flying to different countries or spending nights at the studio. You’ll come home to me every evening. We can have dinner together, talk about our day, and the best part? I get to fall asleep in your arms every single night."
His heart swelled at her words, a deep sense of warmth settling within him. Y/N leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his nose, making him chuckle softly. Then, just as easily as she had climbed onto him, she moved to his side, snuggling into the blankets beside him.
Wonwoo reached over, turning off his nightlight before shifting closer to her. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her snugly against his chest. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling the familiar scent that had always brought him comfort. With a tender kiss to the back of her head, he whispered against her skin, "Every night with you sounds perfect."
And with that, they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s presence.
girll i crave, I CRAVEEE opposites attract, rival coworkers enemies to lovers typa smut with cheol and i think you are only one who can write this. i love your work and live for your work. thank you sooo muchhh for decide to write here💖
🐇:ahhh ty so much my love this made my day also this was so fun yet so hard to write(since English is not my first language) but I kinda love the result hehe
bite back~ 崔胜澈 Rival!Coworker!Choi Seungcheol × Rival!Coworker!Reader
Warnings: office AU, smut, degradation, dom cheol, desk sex, unprotected sex, minor choking, and mutual obsession disguised as hatred.
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The worst thing about Choi Seungcheol wasn’t that he was good at his job.
No, that wasn’t it. If anything, you would have respected him for that. You didn’t mind competition—in fact, you thrived on it. But Seungcheol was a different breed of competitor. He wasn’t just good, he was arrogant about it. A smug, self centered, insufferable bastard who made sure you knew exactly where he stood in the company hierarchy.
And unfortunately, that spot was right next to yours.
in the fast lane ♱ jww
It was the final lap. The roar of the engine, the energy of the crowd, and the tension hanging in the air were almost too much to handle. But Wonwoo, known for his calm demeanor, kept his focus and pushed through.
“AND just like that, Jeon Wonwoo wins the Formula 1 World Championship.”
He had done it. He had won.
The finish line was right in front of him. With one last push on the pedal, the checkered flag waved. The crowd erupted. But amidst all the noise and excitement, Wonwoo had one goal in mind: you.
You were always there in the garage, in your usual spot, cheering him on. Even though you didn’t know the first thing about racing, to him, you were his constant.
