Genre: Platonic Fluff :> Pairing: Scoups X Gn! Readerwarnings: Mentions Of An Ex And Exes, Drunk! Cheol

genre: platonic fluff :> pairing: scoups x gn! reader warnings: mentions of an ex and exes, drunk! cheol

bestie! cheol ✦彡

is the kind of best friend to share everything with you 

need a ride? he’s got you. 

don’t have cash when you’re out to eat? he’s got you. 

you say you wanted to watch a movie? he’s already bought two tickets online and pre-orders popcorn in the flavor you like so all you have to do is pick it up when you get to the theater. 

isn’t the most expressive when it comes to how much he appreciates you or likes your presence for that matter, but worries about you a lot

knows you more about you than you think…. always leaving you floored because you’re always surprised by how attentive he actually is

lowkey knows you better than your own family,,,,,

right! he’s the kind of bff to share everything with you - and i mean everything

to him, you’re his “i wouldn’t be able to live without you” kind of friend so there are random moments where he does let you know exactly that 

(mostly when he’s drunk because he’d be too prideful and stubborn to admit his feelings to you when he’s sober) 

but always gives in and owns up to what he says when you tease him in the morning; which ends with both of you having a really heart-warming conversation 

even though cheol is stubborn (has a hard time expressing his gratitude and love toward you), you still love him a lot and he loves you

and you both just know 

he’s very much you’re “i wouldn’t be able to live without you” friend too : ( 

drabble under the cut ! | wc. 1.2k | (y/n) - your name

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“cheol, you’re drunk.”

“am not.” 

“then why’d you text me to come to soonyoung’s party to pick you up, if you weren’t?”, you say with a smile. 

to your surprise, cheol’s mouth breaks into a smirk and he says “because i knew you’d come get me.” 

“were they here? was your ex here?”, you furrow your eyebrows in concern and push cheol’s bangs out of the way. the smile on his face still lingers. “or any of them for that matter?…. hmm, are you okay, cheol? should i take you home?”, you say and rush to put on your seatbelt as you take your eyes off of cheol in the passenger seat for just a moment.  

“they were, but you know what - it was better than i expected.” 

“okay, how much did mingyu give you to drink to make you feel as if it was better-“

“(y/n), i’m not drunk-“ 

“yes, you are.” he puts his hands up in surrender, and takes one of your flailing hands in his, “fine i’m tipsy if that’s what you want me to admit!” 

you sigh in the driver’s seat, setting up the bluetooth so that at least you’d have a banger playlist on amidst his drunken babbling. cheol’s always been like this, you tell yourself, but today something seems different… because he hasn’t let go of my hand. 

“don’t take me home just yet.” he says quietly as he starts fiddling with your fingers. you pull your hand away from his, and he lets out some sort of whine in response. “i don’t want to be alone!” 

you laugh, quite literally, to his face and tell him “what happened to, it was better than i expected?”

“i mean… it hurt a bit, seeing them there but i didn’t feel the pull to be close to them anymore. i think i’m getting better (y/n).” he looks at you with such a sincere look in his eyes, you can’t help but smile fondly at your friend. 

“like you said, i think i’m making more room for someone else to love now. i thought it was impossible before.”

“but with time it isn’t, right?” 

“what would i do without you, (y/n).” he says quietly before resting his head on the closed window as you drive out of soonyoung’s driveway, and leaving the party behind.

 “what was that cheol? you hungry? want to go get mcdonald’s?” 

“i said—“, normally he’d brush off your requests to repeat himself but tonight is different. he doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol, or the fact that you so willingly came to get him from soonyoung’s party, or the fact that the playlist you chose to play in the car right now was the one he was a collaborator on, but his heart blooms into such warmth when he finally says: “i said what would i do without you, my (y/n).” 

it’s tempting to step on the brakes to hug your usually nonchalant and prideful best friend, but a smile creeps its way onto your face instead. 

he giggles a bit before falling asleep in the passenger seat, a smile gracing his face. you can’t help but think about how cute he is right now, and how grateful you are to have him as well. 

“what would i do without you, my cheol.” 

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the next morning, cheol wakes up in a mountain of blankets atop your living room couch. 

you’re in your tiny kitchen, brewing some hot water in a kettle and toasting some bread for you guys to eat. 

his head feels like its splitting in half - partly,(a) because of how you so brutally opened the blinds he remembers you closing as he fell asleep last night and now he is face-to-face with the harshest sunlight he’s ever experienced in his lifetime but also because (b) of how much he drank last night. mingyu is going to get an earful from me later, he thinks to himself before glancing in the direction of your kitchen, which you have since left. 

“good morning, my cheol.” you tease, appearing in front of him with a tray consisting of a plate of warm and toasted bread, butter, strawberry jam, and two cups of orange juice which you put on the coffee table at the foot of your couch’s tiny pull-out couch.

he face-palms in response, “i did it again, did i?” 

you laugh in his face, much like you did the night before, “mhm! yes, you did and i found your confession this time very cute.”

he lets out some sort of sound of frustration before letting his curiosity get the best of him, “what did i say this time?”

“i’ll tell you if you ask nicely, and attach ‘my (y/n)’ to the end of it.” you say sweetly, clearly pushing his buttons while smiling at him with your brand of mischief that he knows all too well. 

“oh god, did i really say that?”

“if i remember correctly—“, you tease because you and him both know you remember what he said last night very clearly, “you said something around the lines of ‘what would i do without you, my (y/n)’ and something about me being right about getting over your ex.”

something blooms in seungcheol’s chest, a kind of warmth he knows is only associated when he spends time with you, or is near you for that matter. while you busy yourself with doctoring up two pieces of toast for each of you with butter and jam, he looks at you with such care and fascination. seungcheol seemed to be friends with everyone, but didn’t let anyone get too close - say less for a few of his guy friends whom he grew up with. that was the case, until he met you. at that moment he realized how truly lucky he was to have you, and how much your friendship exceeded many of his past failed relationships. 

he didn’t need to love you like a lover in order to feel loved. and it made him even softer to know that he still cared for you all the same. he couldn’t imagine the space of you in his heart as empty, in fact it pained him to think that. 

he couldn’t imagine a life without you by his side. as his best friend. as his (y/n). 

and sure, he was bound to fall in love and settle down sometime. and you were too, it was what you deserved. who else is more deserving of love in this life than they are? he realized how much he asked that to himself constantly. 

snapping your figngers in front of his face, you ask “earth to cheol? the toast is going to get hard if you continue to just stare at it.” 

he looks at you gratefully, pink dusting his cheeks. 

he couldn’t remember what he said exactly last night, but he did remember where he was coming from. and he was going to tell you now. 

“thank you for this, my (y/n).” he says casually, before taking a bite of the toast you were referring to. “and thank you for being here. with me. for being my (y/n).” 

it’s now your turn to smile, and your heart’s turn to bloom with something equal to the warmth of the sunshine on your skin at this very moment. 

“of course, my cheol. forever and ever.”

“forever and ever.” 

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💌 : might turn this into a series! hope this one gets a lot of love <3

📦 ... yeahwons (2024) | 🏗 [masterlist - soon!]

i know this is the tale as old as time but i guess this has been weighing on my mind a lot lately so i want to make my own post about it like many other stayblr writers have. my reach has been very……….. abysmal???? disappointing?????? lately so just let me talk it out for a second i guess lmao

i just posted this fic today and yes it’s doing well for the amount of time it’s been up, but i can’t help but look at the disparity between reblogs and likes. i know likes are always going to be more common, i have been on this website for long enough to know that with 100% clarity, but it’s still a little saddening to see. i appreciate all the love i get whether it be reblogs or likes… im truly truly truly not trying so sound ungrateful at all, and maybe i do either way so i’m sorry, but im not going to lie to y’all and say that reblogs (especially with comments included) don’t lift my spirits and make me want to continue posting.

the highlight of posting any fic (at least for me) is reading your thoughts on it. sending an ask or a message is encouraged too of course!!! as someone who was previously just a reader on this website for a long time before trying out writing myself, i kind of thought my one little account wasn’t significant to fandom writers in any way. but after writing back in 2020-2021 on an old blog and especially on this account now, i know that’s not true at all. interaction is integral to this community whether it be writing, gif making, mood boards, or anything else. a simple ask or even a small little tag left on someone’s art can and will make their day. this is coming from someone who reads every single damn comment on anything ive ever posted.

i also would just like to say…. i know a lot of people don’t want smut in particular reblogged to their main accounts because of xyz reason, and i completely get that too! i don’t reblog smut or any fanfics period to my main account because that’s not what that account is for. with that being said… creating a side blog to reblog and comment on fics is a pretty easy way to eliminate that problem!!! no one even has to know who you are if you don’t want that, that’s the beauty of it. you can be just as unhinged as you want lmao!!!

i know myself and a lot of other writers get asks fairly often like “hey do you happen to know this particular fic with this particular plot? i can’t remember the author and i can’t find it!” creating a side blog to keep up with fics could also help with losing track of your favorite reads as well!! you can create fun little tags for whoever it is you’re reading for so you won’t lose them, and maybe even leave a couple nice comments while you’re at it if you enjoyed the fic so much!

i also know double tapping or just hitting the little heart is a lot easier and quicker than typing out your thoughts in a tag or an ask, but i really just wanted to say this to get it off my chest and because so many great writers and other content creators feel discouraged and maybe might even end up leaving as a whole due to lack of interactions or reach. it’s crossed my mind before, but i love it here and i would be sad to leave when i feel like i have more to give.

i’m sorry this post is so long and that i’m not adding the read more cut, so if you’ve actually read this whole post, thank you!

secret superpower | choi seungcheol

fluff | 612 words | no warnings

an: your average cheol brainrot by yours truly

you truly don’t know how he knows.

you’re convinced choi seungcheol has a secret superpower – he always knows when you need him. always.

having a bad day? he’s already waiting to pick you up at your office’s lobby. starting to feel like you miss him? seungcheol’s caller id is ringing as you speak. feel sick? he’s stopping by with food and all the cuddles in the world. want to share good news with him? he’s asking you if you’re free for a dinner date tonight! it really does seem like no matter the occasion, seungcheol will always appear right when you need him.

case in point: seungcheol unexpectedly shows up at your door step tonight,– a box of your favourite cake in hand– right as you were just thinking of calling him.

(“i was walking by the bakery when i saw it on display and i thought of you!” the way he casually says it as he removes his coat and shoes at the door way makes your heart flutter.)

you can’t help but stare deeply at the brunet seated opposite you at the dining table as he slices the cake, gently passing you the piece with bigger strawberries. the way his brows furrow in concentration, how he absentmindedly pouts is so endearing to you. still, you can’t help but wonder, how does he always know?

“know what, baby?” he pauses mid-cut, finally looking back up at you.

ah. you’ve said your thoughts out loud.

you rest your chin on the hand that’s propped up on the table, tilting your head as you will your blush to go down. seungcheol notices your ears have gone as red as the strawberries on the shortcake, and stifles a giggle as your eyes widen in surprise.

he leans over the table, swiping cream on your nose with his finger. “what do i always know, baby?”

you scrunch up your face, attempting to lick the cream off your nose. your tongue was clearly too short so you opt to wipe it with your finger instead. then, staring deep into his eyes, you clarified:

“how do you always know when i need you?”

he smirks, leaning back in his seat. “what do you mean?”

“you always show up when i need you. whenever i start to miss you, it’s always like you’re one step ahead of me.” you pout. “it’s not fair. why are you so perfect?”

“ahh!” he laughs, whole body shaking in glee at your exasperation. “actually…” he leans over the table, voice dropping to a whisper as he cups his hands over, like telling a secret:

“i have a little y/n alarm. it lets me know whenever you need me! see?” seungcheol waves his finger in the air, like it’s receiving a signal. “ahah! it’s telling me you really want me right now!”

“you think you’re funny,” you whine, shooting him a deadpan look. he’s laughing even more now, even as his large hand reaches across the table to hold yours, completely enveloping them. his thumb runs repeatedly across your knuckles, a gesture he knows for certain would turn you into mush.

“i know i’m funny. maybe i should’ve been a comedian instead?” his other hand carefully picks up your fork, using it to feed you your slice. you groan at his reply, but your mouth opens automatically for him. you almost moan out loud in satisfaction; the sweet taste of strawberries and cream never fail you.

“don’t worry about it, okay? at least you’ll know that i’ll always be there for you, right?”

“mhmm. will you always bring cake too?”

“i’ll bring you whatever you need me to bring, all for you.”

it’s the middle of the night, and you are clinging to seungcheol like a lifeline.

there’s no particular reason. you can’t sleep, he’s not even trying to sleep, and he’s comfortable. so you wrap your arms around him like a koala, amused when he doesn’t even flinch, just lifts his arms a little to give you space, and continues scrolling.

“i’m going to suffocate you if i stay like this,” you say suddenly — slightly muffled with your cheek squished against the pillow.

seungcheol lowers his phone to glance at you, brown eyes soft in the dim lamplight of your room. “it’d be an honour to be suffocated by you,” he says, so solemnly you burst out laughing.

“cheol!”

“what?” he says defensively. “i’m serious! put that shit on my gravestone.”

“you are so — ”

“handsome?” he offers. “charming? perfect?” and he places an exaggeratedly grateful hand over his chest; “babe.”

“annoying,” you finish, with a sigh that doesn’t disguise your smile. being completely and irrevocably in love has made you soft. maddeningly so.

“and yet you’re still dating me,” seungcheol counters with a bright grin and a kiss on your cheek. “so i win.”

“cheesy. so cheesy.” but you don’t detangle your limbs from his; you push yourself impossibly closer, nosing into his neck, leg over his thighs. and he doesn’t move away — he just smiles, brushes you with a feathery kiss.

it’s easy. familiar. it happens all the time, hugging your boyfriend. but it’s insistent in its own mundanity — you think you can stay with him forever and then some. and if you said it out loud, you know he’d echo the sentiment right back to you.

the beauty of it is more settled in the fact that you don’t have to say it out loud. both of you know. instead, you’ll complain about his cheesy lines and he’ll complain about your cold nose against his skin, and you’ll love each other always. enduring, withstanding, everlasting.

an / why do i write. i have no idea. someone stop me 😭

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౨ৎ voicemails joshua hong leaves you while he’s on tour - fluff (with a pinch of angst), established relationship, gn!reader (pet names used: darling) warnings: one slightly dirty joke

...one: i saw you called me, sorry i didn’t pick up darling, we were busy shooting some stuff. wait (pause) it’s past midnight at home, what aren’t you sleeping? get your ass to bed right now

...two: now i see why you’re always so pissed when i ghost you, call me back now! or text me. or send me a picture, i don’t care

...three: how mad would you be if i shaved my head? i think i'm going through an existential crisis or something. but that’s because you’re not here with me. (pause) anyway, dino and seungkwan were arguing again and i wanted to record it for you, but i left my phone somewhere

...four: i went for a walk today and it was so beautiful, you wouldn’t believe how nice it was there! but then, for the rest of the walk, all i could think about was how wonderful it would be if you were here with me

...five: i miss you so much today. how are you? how was your day. call me back as soon as you can darling

...six: my mum just called and the first thing she asked for was you. not going to lie, i felt a bit offended. you're lucky i love you though. she also said something about coming to korea but now i'm not so sure if i want her to come here because i feel like she'll be all over you and forget about me. her son. stop stealing my mum from me

...seven: did you like the accessories i put on for the encore today? i took some photos for you, but i'm not sure how they turned out since i was in such a hurry, i literally almost forgot about putting shoes back on, so if they're blurry i'm sorry

...eight: it sucks sleeping alone. wish you were here

...nine: make sure to dress warmly today, and i mean it! if i hear even a single sneeze when i come home I'm going to tie you to the bed and not in the way you like

...ten: just a week left. we can do it darling

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