Reblogging From My Shadow-reader Days Saw A Pumpkin And Got Reminded Of This Cute Oneshot

♡ reblogging from my shadow-reader days ♡ saw a pumpkin and got reminded of this cute oneshot 🥰

pump-king | c.yj

PAIRING | yeonjun x fem!reader 

IDOLS FEATURED | choi yeonjun 

WC | 3.7k 

GENRE | fluff

WARNINGS | explicit language, marriage proposal 

SYNOPSIS | you never thought that carving pumpkins had so many factors, but yeonjun isn’t one to joke around about it. he is determined to carve the perfect jack-o-lantern and take the crown title of the ‘pump-king’ at your local pumpkin carving contest, no matter what it takes.

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For as long as you could remember, the title of ‘Pump-King’ had gone to your neighbor, the absolutely despicable Mr. Yoo. Ever since you were a child, you watched this old, crabby man make an absolute artistic masterpiece of his gourd just to earn some stupid title and make the neighborhood kids cry. Everyone in the area who participated in the contest would try their best to upstage Mr. Yoo, but it seemed like every year he just got better. 

It was the year you were in sixth grade that things got personal. 

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an adorable quick read~ ♡ reblogging from my shadow-reader days ♡

caramel popcorn : s.mg

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requested by @belledamsceno : Hi Sol!! I’m so happy for your 1k 🥰🥰 Now, can I request a friends/idiots to lovers with Mingi where the f!reader never really hid her interest, but she just assumed she had been friendzoned cause Mingi never seemed to really reciprocate, but in reality he is just dense af and needed someone else to point out the obvious (sorry if this was super specific, I’m kinda going through it and if you wanna gossip about it I’m game hahahah)

a/n: hi belle 🥺💗 thank you so much for the well wishes and for your request!! i hope i did justice to your v cute req and that you’ll enjoy <33 sending you lots of love!!

word count | 1.4k

pairing | song mingi (ateez) x f!reader

genre | fluff, idiots-to-lovers au

warning(s) / includes | food mentions, one alcohol mention but there’s no drinking (please lmk if i missed anything!)

requests are now closed! thank you so much for the support <3

“Something happened the other day,” Mingi brings up casually, hand reaching for the bowl of popcorn nestled in the space between you two. You secretly prefer buttered, but he loves caramel so it was an obvious choice when you went grocery shopping.

Sure, you could’ve gotten both, but isn’t sharing snacks the highlight of movie nights with one’s best friend?

You arch a curious brow. “Yeah? What was it?”

“Wooyoung tried to set me up with one of his friends,” he answers, oblivious to how the smile freezes on your face as he rolls a kernel between his thumb and index finger. It’s not his fault that you’re hopelessly in love with your best friend, that the thought of him being with somebody else makes your heart plummet to your stomach.

You’re not quite sure how it happened, but you found yourself gradually seeing him in a different light, in a way that tells you you’ve long stopped seeing him as just a friend. Suddenly, your heart beats a little faster when he slings an arm around your shoulders, your smile grows a little wider when he waits for you outside your lecture hall, your cheeks feel a little warmer when he texts love you!! even though you’re sure he only meant it platonically.

Suddenly, you want to know what it feels like to reach into his sweater paws and hold his hand, interlacing your fingers with his.

“—so I don’t think it ended well.”

Guilt sends a pang to your heart when you feel yourself slightly perk up at Mingi’s words. He’s your best friend, you should be sad and sympathetic when a date didn’t go well for him, not be… relieved.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Min,” you say with a small pout, patting him on the shoulder gently before adding brightly, “there are always other fish in the sea, right?”

“Yeah, I guess…” He still seems unsure.

It’s me! I’m the other fish! a small voice in the back of your head is screaming; if you had a little more courage you might tell him just that. Alas, any hope you’ve held for a successful confession has been diminished after many failed attempts at letting your true feelings be known.

You’d been pretty dejected, but you also didn’t want to dwell on such feelings of rejection for too long. Besides, you’d much rather keep what you have than not have Mingi—your Mingi, the version of him you know presently—in your life anymore. Your soul would be genuinely crushed if your friendship ever took an irreparable turn for the worse, and you’re not about to risk your many years together.

And so, you shove down the lump that’s been building in your throat and lay a gentle hand over his. “I mean it, Mingi. You’re an amazing person,” you say sincerely, butterflies erupting in your stomach as a rosy pink flush colours the tip of his ears. “Anyone would be so lucky to have you, and I’m sure the right person will come along soon.”

He looks down at your joined hands, then back up at you, his cheeks glowing pinker by the second. His eyes curve into little crescents behind his glasses—you remember spending all day in the store with him picking out the perfect pair—and a smile slowly stretches across his plump lips.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he mumbles, “really, I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re the best.”

There it is again: the feeling of your heart practically leaping out of your chest. I don’t know what I’d do without you… it replays over and over in your head as you scramble to figure out what the hell he meant by that.

Lost in the tangled web of your thoughts, you don’t even realise that Mingi’s gotten up from the couch until you register the lack of warmth, the lack of his presence, next to you.

He smiles sheepishly when you peer up at him with a questioning glance. “Sorry, bathroom.”

An understanding ah leaves you, and you dutifully reach for the remote control to pause the movie. He shoots you another grateful smile before shuffling across your living room and down the hall.

Your shoulders fall with the deep exhale that you breathe out, your head tilting back to rest against the soft couch. There was no way Mingi never caught on when you’ve become increasingly less subtle at your ways of confessing, perhaps this was his way of letting you know so he wouldn’t hurt your feelings—

His phone buzzes four times consecutively.

yunho (23:35) another movie date with y/n?

yunho (23:35) and you’re watching the notebook?????

yunho (23:35) dude.

yunho (23:35) she totally likes you back

You didn’t want to look, you swear. Peeking at someone’s phone? The most sure-fire way to sever any trust you have with someone else… On the other hand, it was hard to ignore the messages that popped up on Mingi’s screen when: 1) his phone was right next to you from where he left it in the now vacant spot on your couch, and 2) they mentioned you explicitly.

She totally likes you back. What does Yunho mean by that? ‘Back’… that would imply he likes you to begin with.

The sound of the toilet flushing startles you. Hastily, you lock the screen and readjust the blanket around you, feigning innocence by taking a sip from your soda can as Mingi shuffles back over to you.

You reach for the remote control to unpause the movie when his phone lights up again. Your finger freezes on the smooth button.

yunho (23:37) you should tell her before you don’t get the chance to

yunho (23:37) she’s not going to stop being your friend bc of it

The smile you had plastered on your face upon his arrival fades when the new messages from Yunho pop up above the ones sent just minutes ago. Hesitantly, you glance up at Mingi to find him already staring back at you, the look in his eyes can only be described as one of pure horror as realisation dawns on him.

“You…” he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, “d-did you… happen to see the other ones too?”

It’s pointless to lie. You’re both terrible liars, even more so with each other. “I didn’t mean to, Mingi, I really didn’t…” you admit guiltily, “they were just… right there, y’know?”

His expression is still dumbfounded as he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. “Yeah, I understand. ’s okay.”

You gather the courage to ask, “So… when Yunho said you like me back, does it mean… you like me? Like, like-like me?”

With the apartment still plunged into silence, you can hear the ticking of your clock, your neighbour’s faint rustling through the thin walls that separate your apartment, the soft inhales and exhales coming from Mingi… you wait for his response with bated breath.

Nervously, he tugs his sleeves down until they engulf his hands entirely. His cheeks are bright pink now, reminiscent of him after a few beers. “We can pretend this never happened,” he mumbles, “I know you don’t feel the same—”

“‘Don’t feel the same’?” you echo incredulously. “I’ve been trying to drop hints that I like you for—for forever!”

Mingi tilts his head to the side and blinks blankly at you. “You have? When?”

He can’t be serious. “So many times I couldn’t count,” you splutter, “but you never seemed to return the feelings so I assumed you were trying to subtly turn me down. I—I sent you a playlist on Spotify with only love songs once, for God’s sake!”

You can almost hear the lightbulb going off in his head, and you can only gape as his mouth falls open in a large ‘O’. Did he really not think anything about it at the time? “I… I thought you were just in your love song phase?” Mingi offers, the corners of his lips tugging upwards in a shy grin.

“You’re—you’re so… dense,” you blurt bluntly, the smile creeping onto your face being the only indication that your words held no malice.

Mingi chuckles sheepishly. “I know.”

“You owe Yunho a huge favour.”

“I know.”

“I like you a lot.”

“I kn—” His face splits into a bright smile upon registering your words, one that you’ve already seen a million times and will still never get tired of seeing, one that fills you with a warm, fuzzy feeling until all you think about is Mingi, Mingi, Mingi.

“I like you a lot too.”

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requested by @svtglitch : hiya sol :00 may i request bakery/florist au with seungcheol (svt) ? (bee tee dubs i <3 u)

a/n: hi tawni <33 tysm for requesting!!!! idk if this is what you had in mind but i hope you’ll still like the direction i went w this 💕 ily too muahhh

word count | 0.9k

pairing | choi seungcheol (svt) x gender neutral reader

genre | fluff, bakery au, florist au

warning(s) / includes | brief alcohol and food mentions (please lmk if i missed anything!)

“Lovely wedding, isn’t it?”

You smile at the man who had just joined you at the open bar as he hops onto the stool next to yours.“Mm, indeed,” you agree before taking a sip from your glass. Apple juice, because you can’t drink on the job. “Though, it’s bad manners to look better than the groom, don’t you think, Seungcheol?”

As disgustingly corny as it is to say, he’ll always be the prettiest person you know. He’s the prettiest when he’s greeting customers with a warm grin, when he’s wearing his pink apron that has Cherry Bakery emblazoned across the front in red bubble font, even when he’s pulling an all-nighter to put the finishing touches on his special orders, icing sugar dusted across his shirt and counters as though a mini snowstorm had wreaked havoc in your kitchen.

And he’s still the prettiest right now, in his wedding guest attire of polished shoes, slacks and a crisp button-up, the sleeves neatly cuffed to expose his forearms. I clean up well, you recall him joking earlier today as you both rushed around the reception venue. It’s perhaps the biggest understatement you’ve heard this week, but you only had enough time to respond with a teasing call of just don’t get frosting on your shirt!

“Have you seen the floral centerpieces?” Seungcheol asks casually, gently plucking you out of your thoughts to bring you back to reality. “The colours and composition are stunning, whoever made them must be an artistic genius.”

You hide your smile behind the rim of your glass, cheeks warming from his praises. “I could say the same for whoever made the wedding cake. Tasted as good as it looked too. Have you tried it?”

Seungcheol angles his body to properly face you. Your eyes naturally drift to his collarbones, now further highlighted by the glow of the fairy lights hanging above you. He catches you staring, and smirks. “No, not yet,” he purrs, “maybe we could share a slice before it’s all gone—”

“Oh, good! You’re both here!” The bride glides over to you from the dance floor with her husband not far behind, and you’re reminded of a princess as the floaty tulle of her gown kisses the polished tiles.

Radiating pure happiness, she takes your hands in hers. “I just wanted to thank you again,” she tells you sincerely. Her wide eyes, accentuated by shimmery makeup, brim with unshed tears. The flowers looked so lovely today. I’m so glad my friend recommended you, I’m already planning to press some from my bouquet!”

Unable to conceal your relief at the positive reception, you give her hands a reassuring squeeze. “I’m happy that you like them. Congratulations again, and thank you for letting us join the reception!”

The bride beams, cheeks aglow with a pretty pink flush that you liken to the roses from her bouquet. “Of course, you two helped make this possible!” She moves on to Seungcheol. “And you—the cake was incredible. I know I said the same at the tasting, but it really is the best cake I’ve ever had.”

“Thank you,” he says with a gracious smile, “it’s an honour to be part of your special day.”

“I’m no baker, but the icing details must’ve taken forever,” the groom chimes in, “you did a great job.”

Briefly, Seungcheol’s eyes meet yours, and you just manage to catch the mirth swirling in them before he turns back to the couple. “Ah, well, I got lots of encouragement.”

The glance you two shared had seemingly not gone unnoticed under the bride’s observant gaze. “Babe,” she chirps with a snap of her fingers, looking over at her husband, “don’t they look like they’d be cute together? A lot of people meet their partners at weddings, y’know.”

“Actually,” out of the corner of your eye, you catch Seungcheol biting down on his lower lip to suppress a laugh, “we…uh—”

Taking your hesitance for discomfort, the groom offers a sheepish smile. “Sorry, we don’t mean to make you both uncomfortable.” He gazes affectionately at his wife as he interlaces their fingers. “We should get you some water, hm, darling? You’ve already had a few flutes of champagne.”

Seungcheol waits until the couple are out of earshot before swivelling in his stool to face you with a pout. “I’m surprised they haven’t noticed,” he mumbles, looking down at his shirt, “I thought it was pretty obvious I matched with you too.”

You grin, wholly endeared by your boyfriend’s sulky display as you pat his knee in consolation. “You know what they say, love does make you blind. But if it makes you feel any better, I think you look really good today.”

He perks up at your words, a cheeky smile now playing on his lips as he leans in close enough for you to catch a whiff of his cologne. The warm, woody scent is comfortingly familiar, reminding you of rare, lazy mornings with your head tucked under his chin, face nuzzled into his soft T-shirt. It’s a smell you now associate with him, with home.

“Well, I think you look even better,” he murmurs, leaving you hypnotised by the adoration dripping from his gaze, “what do you say we go get some of that cake now?”

Your hand slips into his, much like all the other times you’ve done before. “I say that’s a sweet idea.”

“Not as sweet as you, though.”

“Mm, let’s leave the cheesiness to the bride and groom for tonight.”

a/n: mom i love him 🧎🏻‍♀️ anyways if you made it this far ty for reading 💗

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they were tip-toeing the lines of “forbidden-societal romance”, my heart goes out the couple 🥹

you’re different; yeonjun

✎ fairy!yeonjun x fairy!reader

✎ fairy au, angst, a little fluff

✎ 1.4K+ words

✎ warnings: reader has some minor injuries, but it’s nothing serious

“this is the second time this week that i have to patch you up.” yeonjun sighed as he inspected your wings in the small doctors office that was built inside of a big pumpkin, located on the east side of the fairy town.

luckily you weren’t that injured but your wings were bruised so yeonjun still had to look at it.

“i’m sorry, doc,” you giggled.

yeonjun felt his heart swell up at the sound of your giggles that literally sounded like music in his ears.

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♡ reblogging from my shadow-reader days ♡

prompt 56: (can we stay a little longer?) with either jaemin, wooyoung, or beomgyu, I will be happy for one of those three, so pick whoever you think is better!! It shall be comfort and friends to lovers? Like maybe something happens to the reader and they go to one of those three for comfort and confess and its sweet and lovely and all of that jazz? i don't know how relationships or going into relationships work, but that's what I'm thinking. if you need more details, ask, i can try to be more specific! this just popped up in my head as soon as i saw your event. thank you!! (also, you're an amazing writer and i love your fics <3)

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jung wooyoung x gn!reader

1k words, angst/comfort elements, fluff if u squint, confession au, f2l

a/n: tysm for ur request !!! i don't think i was able to execute the comfort elements quite as well 😅 it did end up a little angsty sorry, but i hope u enjoy nonetheless :))

The high toned doorbell sounded through the apartment, and Jung Wooyoung stumbled through his living room, heels of his palms digging into his eyes to wake him up. After texting you about your apparent "date" or whatever today, he had fallen back into bed to hopefully sleep the disappointment and bitterness gnawing at his chest. 

He peered through the peephole. He wasn't exactly expecting someone today, but he nearly flung the door clear off its hinges when he saw you standing on the other side. Well, standing was an understatement. Really, you were trembling like a leaf in the wind, drenched from head to toe in rain, your phone clutched so tightly in one hand that your knuckles were white. 

"Oh my fucking—Yn, honey, what—" he stammered, hustling you in through his front door, then kicking it shut behind him. 

You sniffled, teeth chattering. "Sorry," you rasped out, voice hoarse. You cleared it as he pushed you into his bathroom and yanked the shower curtain back. "My phone wasn't working."

"You don't need to say sorry to me, darling," he told you. The shower stream gushed open, and soon the bathroom was filled with hot, comforting steam. Wooyoung could hardly hear anything besides the blood pounding in his ears and the water running behind the curtain. He held you by the shoulders, gently prying your phone from your hand. "Hey, you're okay. Why don't you hop in the shower and get nice and warm for me, hm? Sound good to you?"

You nodded, afraid that if you opened your mouth again, it wouldn't be words. 

Wooyoung nodded slowly back at you. He backed out of the bathroom, wondering if he should sit in there to talk to you while you showered. He chewed his bottom lip—no, you needed that time alone. He could speak with you all he wanted afterward. 

Once the door was shut, he exhaled roughly, raking a hand through his hair. He examined your drowned phone with a frown, then dumped it into a bag of rice. Yeosang had once told him it worked, so it wouldn't hurt to try. Maybe if it didn't turn on, he could combine funds with you to get you a temporary one…

He collapsed onto the couch, wondering one too many things about what could have gone wrong on your date, and just who he needed to have a … talk with. 

"...Woo?"

His head whipped up at the sound of your voice, small and meek. Your head poked out from the bathroom door, hair dripping wet, but it seemed you had a towel wrapped around yourself. "Hm?"

"Can you—could you get me some clothes please?" 

Oh, idiot. Wooyoung squeaked that he would go get you something, then bolted into his room. You actually kept a few articles of clothing over at his place in case you ever slept over. He rummaged through your side of his drawers and withdrew a crewneck and a pair of sweatpants, plus some undergarments for you. He hoped you didn't notice the way his cheeks burned as he handed them off to you. 

When you were finally finished, you crawled onto the couch next to Wooyoung, curling into his side. Your damp hair was cold against his neck, but he sighed in a sort of happiness that only you could gift him. 

He gently rubbed your back and lowered the volume of the TV show he was watching earlier. "Are you okay?" He asked you softly to test the waters. 

He felt you nod. "M'better now." 

"That's… that's good," he sighed. Wooyoung drew the quilt over both of your laps, and you moved your legs to lie over his thighs. His eyes shuddered closed— "Do you wanna talk about it? Did they hurt you?"

Because he swore to God if they even touched a hair on your head.

"I got stood up." You played with a loose thread on the quilt. "The restaurant kicked me out after waiting for an hour. It started raining." And that was that. You weren't feeling good about yourself, understandably. Everything had gone wrong today and you wondered what you had done to deserve this sort of day. You'd thought this would be a nice step out of your comfort zone, but… 

You snuggled into Wooyoung's warm embrace. Your comfort zone was right here, and it felt way too good to leave. Maybe you shouldn't have left it in the first place. 

"Yn, I'm so sorry, honey," Wooyoung murmured to you. He didn't quite know what to say. Maybe something like he could treat you better. "You deserve so much better. I wish—" I wish it was me who you were seeing. 

He cleared his throat. "Are you warm? I can get another blanket—"

"No, I'm okay. Thank you, Woo."

Could you feel the racing of his heart? It was gonna burst out of his chest any second now and expose him. 

"Can I be honest with you?" You suddenly asked. When he prompted you to continue, you mustered up your confidence. "I like you a lot more than my dates."

Wooyoung let out a nervous giggle. "Well, I mean, I'd hope you like me more than your stupid dates, as your best friend—"

You flicked his arm with a pout and he laughed. "No, weirdo! You know what I mean."

He swallowed, looking over at you. There was this kind of vulnerability that shone in his eyes. "I just need you to be forward with me, Yn. I don't want to get my hopes up."

"That I love you?"

He blinked. "What?"

"That I'm in love with you," you repeated. Suddenly bashful, you smooshed your face against his bicep, bringing the blanket up to your chin. 

Wooyoung cooed, and his hand gently drew your face out from its hiding place so he could touch his forehead to yours, his nose kissing the tip of yours. "Don't hide from me, okay? I love you, too—so much." 

You smiled at him, and he grinned back, the kind of thing that was wide and boyish and beautiful. You lowered your head to rest right above his heart as Wooyoung adjusted the blanket again to engulf you both in warmth. "Do you mind if we stay like this a little longer?"

His heart galloped in your ear, and you felt his head rest over yours. "Yeah," he hummed, "we can stay like this for however long you'd like."

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strawberry cake

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based on this request (+ a few changes)

synopsis — maybe your obsession with strawberries is getting out of hand but joshua dropping the last piece of your favorite strawberry cake makes your anger justified

pairing — joshua x gn!reader

genre/s — smau, non idol au, reader is kind of a menace but it's okay, hoshi likes chaos

warnings — joshua calls reader babe? idk lmk if I miss anything!

a/n — changed it a bit from joshua paying for the cake to him making it bc I really wanted to use that picture of seungcheol 😭 anyways I would love to know your opinions on this!