Petition For All Smau Authors To Pls Include The Memes They Use As Separate Jpgs So That I Can Save Them

petition for all smau authors to pls include the memes they use as separate jpgs so that i can save them 😭😭 all of them are so good

your biggest fan — p.wonbin

since your brother formed a band with his friends in high school, you've had a massive crush on the aloof and reserved wonbin. him never paying you mind never bothered you until they became famous, and now you have to share him with every other fangirl. now that they're on tour, it's the perfect opportunity to make wonbin realize he doesn't want to share you either.

rockstar!wonbin x fem!reader

feat. y/n has chaein purki, riize uses w2e for promotional pics sometimes, various other idols including nct, kep1er, nmixx, ive, & p1harmony

smau, brothers best friend, childhood (well middle school) friends to lovers, might get suggestive & included nsfw jokes but no smut, kinda inspired by the summer i turned pretty but it's vague

a/n: this was a yeonjun drabble repurposed also i know i said no more smaus but BOOOOO this one will be short pinky promise

tag list is: open | updates every other day

playlist (lyrics don't matter this is moreso to hear what kind of music the band makes)

profiles 1 | profiles 2

01. operation loverboy

02. the siren tour

03. tba

심재윤 smau.

masterlist. 🍂

synopsis: the universe was cruel. so cruel that it left you waking up from a coma only to forget the memories of the past two years. not only are you lost and confused why the heck you're now taking advanced physics, but also left wondering why there's a boy in the back who stares at you daily.

or in which the universe takes away the memories of your first love, jake, while he remembers everything.

genre: angst, comedic (at first), strangers to ?? friends to ??

ft: enhypen, choi hyunwook, stayc yoon

inspired by bts "autumn leaves"

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profiles: [yns 4lyfers] [jake's therapy group]

one: who let me take physics ⁉️

two: rizz means charisma

three: send jake to therapy

four: stay away from her

stop i’m in tears this was tooo good 💔

i'm trying to get over this ‧꒳ᵕ˙˚˙

⋆｡˚ lee riwoo + female!reader

months passed by since riwoo walked out with no explanation. as he laid in your memories, you finally were starting to be happy again. but he made things a lot more difficult when he showed up unannounced.

✩ tags : angst. minor cussing. major miscommunication. ♡ word count : 1.3k ✩ notes : this makes me wanna die goodnight, i cried four times writing this. inspired by memories, conan gray.

there was a part of you that died that day. the day riwoo walked out with no explanation. maybe you’d feel a little more sane if he told you everything, but he didn’t. the closure you longed for disappeared as he became unreachable. but you loved him. you loved him more than words could explain. the feeling of homesickness bubbled up in your stomach at the unlivelyness of your house.

countertops that were once littered with empty diet coke cans and receipts from your dates remained clear. waking up next to the ghost of a figure that was once there. all of it was gone, your life, your meaning.

it didn’t exactly register in your brain how distant he has been until he was gone from you. how his phone would be more out of reach, how his hands didn’t rub circles into yours late into the night. there were many things you picked out once you became aware. and you still didn’t know why. communication was never something the two of you were good at. simple apologies became much more meaningful. riwoo was introverted at heart, his calm demeanor almost could be compared to being emotionless. you never saw that in him, he let his guard down around you. so when days, weeks, even months went by without a word, you thought that maybe you were getting a taste of what it was like to be a stranger to him. you wanted to keep him in your memories, and look back at the photos of the two of you together. happy that the moment existed, and not that it ended. somewhere in between the lines, when you were able to smile instead of cry, he had to come back into your life again. rain pattered against the glass windows of your home. it was late, and you were as tired as the clouds. wanting to let go of everything and just sleep. comfort in yourself was something you became used to over time. when your doorbell rang, you felt confused. the darkness of the night meant no visitors for awhile, so you hesitantly let the creaky floorboards signal you coming to let whatever was outside in. you wish you didn’t open that door. completely soaked, riwoo stood at your porch. his clothes stuck to his skin and his hair made him look like a wet dog. the depth of his eyes, something you found yourself zoning out in, stared at you with regret. “hi, y/n. can we talk?” he muttered, blinking back the rain water.

“um, yeah yeah. come in riwoo.” you open the door wider to signal him inside, immediately drenching wherever he stepped.

you rushed to get him his spare clothes that you boxed up some time ago, as well as a towel. it didn’t take long for him to situate himself, so once you were properly met face to face with him, your vision went hazy. the feeling of hurt and betrayal immediately became familiar. it was always there, you just tried your best to ignore it. “what are you doing here, riwoo?” you ask him plainly, in an attempt to hide behind your discomfort. “i shouldn’t have walked out on you that day, but i need to explain to you why it happened.” he confessed. “i don’t need closure anymore, it’s been months riwoo.” your face begins to burn and you’re unable to maintain eye contact.

“but i need closure. what i did was so fucking stupid and i don’t think i’d be able to bear it if you didn’t even know why.” silence overtook you. the whole situation still didn’t sit right with you, so words became unattainable. “a lot of me was overwhelmed by all of this. by us.” he started, “when we first started dating, i didn’t have any real responsibilities. but then so much stuff happened since then and i thought i needed a break.” “then why didn’t you say anything to me?” “you know i was never good at communication, y/n. you can’t blame me for taking some time away.” he furrowed his eyebrows at your response. “three months riwoo. three months you left me without saying anything and you expect me not to be upset? to not blame you for all this shit that has happened?” you cry out, barely acknowledging the tears that began falling down your cheeks. “i know i–” “please don’t make it harder than it already is, i’m trying to get over this.” you cut him off, biting your bottom lip to hold back any further sobs.

“i don’t want you to get over me, y/n. is that selfish?” he says in almost a whisper. “you already know what i’m going to say to that.”

“then don’t say anything, please. this time apart has only made me miss you more. it made me realize how much i need you in my life.” his hand grabs yours, the gentle touch you used to love felt invalidating on your skin. “why won’t you let me go? why do you have to show up when i was finally starting to be happy again?” you sniffle, letting his free hand wipe away your tears. “because we still have so much ahead of us if you let me back in, if not as a lover, as friend.” “there’s no reason in convincing me that we could ever exist again, riwoo. not even as a friend. we both know we’ll prevent eachother from falling in love with anyone but one another.”

“and why can’t we just let that happen?”

“because i want to move on. i think it’s better for the both of us.” you affirmed, removing his hands off of you. “i think you need to leave now, riwoo.” a breath escaped your mouth that you didn’t know you were holding in as you walked away from him. there wasn’t any movement behind you for a moment. you almost wanted to turn back and tell him not to move. but you couldn’t. riwoo stood up from your couch and walked to the door, in which now had a box of some of his leftover things. but before he picked it up, he turned around to face you for the last time. the sadness on both of your faces probably should’ve told you guys that maybe you should try again. “i’m sorry things ended up this way, my love.” he held his head low, before you wrapped yourself around his torso. “don’t call me that, this is hard enough.” your words come out muffled into his chest. “can we stay like this for a little, then? for the last time.” he asked quietly, as you hum in return. he returned your hug, a sob threatening to escape from his throat at the thought of having to eventually let you go. you tilted your head up too see him. he looked weary, eye bags hardly peeking underneath his waterline. yet they were visible enough to make you frown. this was all his fault, but you felt bad. and though part of your heart died that day, it still beat for him.

“will you let me kiss you, y/n?” he looks down at you, helpless.

you barely nod before warmth spreads across your lips. it was intimate, his own chasing after yours. something that used to be rewarded to you after a long day. something that used to comfort you when life wasn’t going good. something that gave you butterflies. something that you would never feel ever again.

it ended as soon as it began, and he finally pulled away from you to grab the abandoned box in the floor. when he started to leave everything became blurry. “i’ll always love you, y/n.” with that, he became a distant memory.

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this trio... PHEW

espresso| l.at

“i’m working late, cause im a singer”

paring: idol!anton x barista!reader

word count: 1.8k

synopsis: at the end of a particularly bad shift you meet a sweet (and very cute) guy who makes all of your frustrations of the day disappear.

genre: fluff

warnings: none except for the fact that there are references to the dialogue being in korean

now playing:

as the last customer in the shop was getting ready to leave, you checked the tip jar to see if anyone left anything (not like they ever did). just like everytime before, it was empty. you sighed and plopped down on the ground of the shop. you rested your head on the counter and sighed slightly deeper this time, you just wanted to get home and sleep.

as you hear the bell at the door jingle you sigh and stand up to go lock it, thinking it was the customer finally leaving. you assumed she was a high school student due to her youthful appearance and her backpack, looking like she only came for a quiet place to study.

once you stood up and turned around, you were met with the face of a mind blowingly handsome young man. you were going to say something but nothing came out as you looked at him. he looked so familiar for some reason. maybe he was a regular who you’ve seen a very times before in between shifts of something.

as he saw your struggle to form a thought in your head, he smiled. god, his smile was pretty. you shook your head slightly to get yourself out of your thoughts.

you wanted to tell him how the shop was closed. how you were just about to lock up, but something told you not to. we thank that something, whatever it was.

“u-uh, give me one second! i want to lock up so no one else can come inside.” you say before speed walking towards the door to lock it. you flipped the “open” sign around so it reads “closed” to the outer eye.

once your back behind the counter, you smiled at him. “what can i get for you tonight?” you asked while putting both hands on the counter.

he looked up at the menu before looking back at you, returning you smile. “can i get an iced americano?” he asked with a soft voice, sending warmth up your neck to your ears.

“americano? this late at night?” he smiled sheepishly and nodded. you smiled back, putting his order in the system.

“will that be all? no cookies, brownies, croissants, cake pops, nothing?” you asked jokingly causing him to chuckle a bit. even his laugh is pretty.

“i wasn’t planning on it, but now im reconsidering” he said while looking in the display case. he pointed at a cookie, it was just a regular sugar cookie. “i’ll take one of those please”

you giggled at him and added it to his order. “heated or regular?”

“heated is fine”

you nodded in response. “okay, now will that be all?” you asked teasingly and he returned with a small nod. “yeah, yeah that’s it”

“okay, can i get a name for the order please?” he looked around the cafe in a teasing manner and leaned in closely as if there’s someone else there. “do you really need my name if there’s no one else here?” he asked scrunching up his face in what you swear is the most adorable way ever.

“it wasn’t for the order, just my personal knowledge” you say while following his actions with caused him to laugh again. he realized that you seriously didn’t know his name.

“i suppose it wouldn’t hurt if i tell you then” he replied, “anton” he said with an even bigger smile than before.

you tilted your head to the side and stared at him with furrowed eyebrows. you’ve heard that name before, but maybe it’s from one of your american tv shows you watched.

“your a foreigner?” you asked and he nodded in response. you smiled and asked in broken english, “you speak english?”

hearing you say that with such a confident smile made him laugh out loud. “yeah,” he replied in english, “i grew up in the U.S, new jersey specifically” he said and you just stared at him in confusion, blinking a bit more frequently.

“i can’t speak english” you said, switching back to korean which made him laugh. “i know, you weren’t fooling anyone” he replied jokingly, causing you ears to burn. thank god your hair was covering them. “all i really said was that i grew up in new jersey”

“well that sucks then” you say with a playful pout while walking to get his cookie. “i was practiced that all year” and he started to laugh again. “in that case, you did an amazing job” he says while starting to pull out his wallet.

you noticed and looked at him with a small smile. “it’s on me” you say, which causes him to look at you a bit taken aback. “no, it’s okay, really” you say before closing the ticket, making it impossible for him to pay for it himself.

he just stared at you with what you assumed was a blush but honestly, it could have been the horrible lighting for you brushed it off. your eyesight was never the best anyway.

you started to shew him off with you hand. “go, go sit down” you say with a smile. “seriously, don’t worry about it”

“thank you, although you didn’t have to-“ before he could finish his sentence, you were already shaking his drink so you couldn’t even hear his protests.

you knew your mom wouldn’t care that you wouldn’t even pay for the drink. normally she would probably be upset that you put the order “on the house” and didn’t even pay it, but you knew she would let it slide if she found out it was because of a boy. been trying to get you married since you were 8, you only just turned 20.

as your pouring his drink in the cup, a song starts to play faintly on the speakers. it was a song that you added to the playlist yourself actually. one of your friends suggested it to you and you really liked it.

she was always going on and on about some kpop group called riize, but honestly, you weren’t really listening to her. the only reason you got her to shut up about them around you was because you promised to listen to a song from them, the song being “memories”.

you stated to write his name on the cup with a sharpie while singing the lyrics softly and then it dawned on you.

familiar face.

familiar name.

foreigner.

grew up in new jersey.

getting coffee at 9 at night.

“yeah, the maknae of the group, anton, gives off really similar vibes as you. if you two knew each other you would be great friends, i swear”

all the boxes checked.

you looked up at him with slightly parted lips as you were in shock. he was already staring at you with a smug smile.

you opened you mouth to say something, but you quickly shut it, not knowing what to say in this situation. you finished writing his name and grabbed his cookie from the toaster oven.

you handed him his order and he started to chuckle. “i was suprised you didn’t realize sooner actually.” he says with a small smirk.

you, not knowing what to say, look down and chuckled. “i knew you looked familiar, i just didn’t know why.” you say while you ears heat up again. your almost 90% sure that your face is pretty red too.

he chuckled again and ruffled you hair slightly. “don’t feel bad, we didn’t even debut a year ago yet”

you finally looked back up at the feeling, your head still tingling from his touch and you nodded. your mom definitely wouldn’t be mad now.

as you walked him to the door so you could unlock he smiled and says, “i’ll definitely be dropping by more often. send me your work schedule” he waved you goodbye and started to walk down the street. “wait! i don’t have your number!” you say and he just shrugged.

you rolled your eyes and walked back into the cafe, locking the door behind you and getting ready to actually close for the night.

you walk up to the tip jar and noticed that there was way more in that than the last time you checked. in fact, there was nothing in there the last time you checked. you grab the money and started to count it. $9.04. the same amount as his order.

he still payed.

at the bottom of the jar, there was a napkin. instead of crumbling it like you normally would, your gut told you not to. you flipped the napkin around and smiled when you saw writing on it.

“surprise i guess! you’ll find to learn im not really the best listener lol. i (hopefully) told you to send me your schedule, here’s my number: (xxx) xxx-xxxx.

-lee anton from jersey :3

(p.s, it’s totally okay if you don’t text me, just know i’m waiting for it just in case. don’t leave me hanging! but if you do that’s totally okay too)”

lee anton…what am i gonna do with you?

a/n: GUYS BE PROUD OF ME!! I WAS ABLE TO REMEMBER AND WRITE THE STORY AGAIN 😭😭 normally i get frustrated and don’t want to write it again BUTT i wrote this all in one sitting. and we all cheered!!