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i’ve started term 2 and i’m really upset to say that i’ll take a slightly longer time to respond to requests given by you guys! it’s still opened,, but i’ll just be a little slower in updating because i have so many projects to do and i want to curl up and die- 

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ppumeonae-bigvibe signing out~

hihi can i request 81 from list a with changmin from tbz :,) the prompts are all so cute and i love your writing!

i can’t with endings ono,, please don’t hate me for this

you can read here at your own risk- (jkjk i think it’s cute)

“Is that my sweater you’re wearing?” - Sunwoo

can i request prompt 75 (b) with the boyz sunwoo pls?

find more content here: the boyz masterlist ↬summary: eric just can’t keep his mouth shut when it came to sunwoo’s privacy ↬ tags: student! sunwoo, student! + fem! reader, ft. student! eric & jacob ↬ word count: 663 words

You silently cursed yourself when you felt an empty side pocket where your umbrella was supposed to be. Braving yourself, you cringed when your foot landed in a puddle, but half of your body was already out in the rain and you couldn’t stop now. Running like a madman, you tried to shield your head with your (thankfully) water-proof bag. 

You weren’t planning to head to The Boyz dorm, but that was the only safe place to hide from the pouring rain. Plus it was hella close to your school. With at least 75% of you being soaked, you padded to their door. Knocking in resignation, you waited awkwardly and hoped that maybe someone was in the dorm. “Jacob oppa!” Your eyes lit up, knowing that your knocking had paid off. Said angel quickly ushered you in, taking your school bag from you. “Didn’t Sunwoo message you saying he would fetch you?” You stood at the doorway still, and he brisk-walked into his room, handing you a towel. 

Before you could open your mouth to say no, he put two floor mats next to the cupboard of shoes; one for your bag, one for you to stand on. He put his hands on his hips, “I guess you can borrow Sunwoo’s stuff. Let me go and get something for you to wear.” You nodded gratefully as you tried to absorb what water was on your arms and legs. 

“Here you go. Have you had lunch yet? I don’t think so. Let me cook ramyeon for you.” Jacob answered his own questions and he gestured for you to go and change. You attempted to not leave wet tracks and skidded into the toilet. Peeling the wet clothes off you, you blotted your hair dry and put on Sunwoo’s sweater and a pair of his (smallest, you hope) sweatpants. 

“Where do I hang my clothes?” “Just leave them inside! I’ll tell the two boys when they get back!” You emerged from the room and plonked yourself down at the dining table, “Thank you for the meal!” Jacob sat across you and he smiled, “I made it the way you like.” You glanced around at the empty dorm, realising that your brother wasn’t around, “Where did Sangyeon go?” “It’s our free day today and your brother has decided to coop himself in the studio. And the rest are out except me. Eat it while it’s hot!” He pushed the bowl of steaming hot noodles to you. 

“We’re back hyung!” Eric announced and stopped short, causing Sunwoo to yelp from behind him. “Hi Eric and Sunwoo.” You covered your mouth as you waved at them. “Change out and come eat lunch.” Jacob tapped the empty seats around you and they skittered into their rooms. “Oh my god. I’m famished.” Sunwoo commented as he dragged the chair beside you, seating down and scooping a big helping for himself. 

“Sunwoo, I thought you were going to be nice and fetch our maknae?” Sunwoo’s eyes widened, “Oh my god I completely forgot about fetching you!” You chuckled, “It’s okay. I guess you owe me one now.” Another yelp came from the toilet and Eric came out, “Your...your inner...wear is inside?” Jacob rolled his eyes, “Keep eating. I’ll hang your clothes in the drying rack.” He left his seat to help a flustered Eric. 

“Is that my sweater you’re wearing?” Sunwoo lightly poked your cheeks. “Jacob oppa passed it to me. Why?” Other than the fact that the sweatpants were a little loose around the waist, it’s keeping you kinda warm. “Oh nothing.” He whipped his head back to his food and Eric sat across you. “He always wanted you to wear one of his clothing. Ain’t that right?” “YA ERIC SOHN!” 

“Sorry what?” The piece of information dawned on you. “You look good. Grey was never really his color.” “ERIC SOHN! One more time and-!”

“And you two should get together~!” 

“Can the three of you not talk while eating?”

"I love hearing your voice. Repeat that one more time." - Jongho

find more content here: ateez masterlist ↬ summary: there is virtually nothing that is stopping you from hearing jongho’s voice again and again as a producer  ↬ tags: idol! jongho, producer + gn! reader, ft. idol! hongjoong, mentions of idol! san & wooyoung ↬ word count: 715 words 

There are different types of voices in the world. The ones you don’t want to hear, the ones that are rather average and the ones you want to hear all the time.

And Jongho belongs to the last group.

You couldn’t quite explain it really, how attracted you were to voices (Jongho’s voice, specifically). Having a talent to distinguish voices has landed you a job in KQ Entertainment, where you worked alongside other great producers. Many people deemed you as young and inexperienced, but it was Jongho that insisted to KQ that you were worth teaching and it was also Jongho that stood by you when you were hesitant and afraid. And of course KQ had grown you into a budding enthusiast for producing music.

Jongho and you were as different as the night is from the day, but this weird connection with music has led you two to be the best of friends. You mused at how introverted you were (and still are) as his outgoing personality has let him gain many new friends in the music industry.

You sat inside the recording studio, facing the board as you fiddled with the controls. You hummed ATEEZ’s latest tune, drumming your fingers to the upbeat rhythm of Wave as Jongho jumped on your from behind, “Boo!” He flashed a foxy grin and you rolled his eyes, “Hi Jongho. I already knew that you were going to do that.”

“Nah, you did not. You almost fell out of your chair!” He leaned his elbow on the head of the swivel chair. “That’s because you are too strong.” Just as he sat down, Hongjoong entered the room with a smile on his face, his red hair complimenting his face, “If it isn’t my favorite 00 liner!” That earned him a rather loud whack from Jongho. 

“Come on, let’s get recording. Wooyoung and San will be arriving a little late due to their other schedule.” He pointed out and you nodded. Mentally going through the parts where Jongho sang, you played the remix as Hongjoong sat beside you. Being your informal teacher, you’ve learnt quite a bit from Hongjoong and you were grateful for any opportunity to produce music alongside him.

After a while of recording, Hongjoong suggested, “Let’s take a break. I’m going to grab some drinks.” “Hyung I want the most expensive thing there.” Jongho joked and Hongjoong sent a flying pillow his way, “And I’ll get my favorite producer grape juice. I’ll be back.” As soon as he said that he moved out of the room. Jongho took a swig from his water bottle and went back into the recording area, “Can we practice the high note one more time?”

You raised an eyebrow, “You’re going to strain your voice.” “But I’m not perfect yet. Can we take it from the top?” He clasped his hands together and you couldn’t resist, “Okay, everything but the high note.” You bargained and he nodded. You inwardly sighed as you played the remix. Sometimes Jongho doesn’t take care of himself well and it was usually up to you to remind him. You watched as he made eye contact with you, swaying his body a bit as he sang.

When it came to the very last verse, you pressed the communicate button, “I’m sorry for interrupting but...” “...I screwed up right? I swear I heard my voice crack.” He fiddled with the cord of the headphones and you shook your head to reassure him, “No! Your singing is so good! I love hearing your voice. Repeat that one more time. Please?” You held up one finger.

A moment of silence passed between you two and with a slightly pink face Jongho agreed. Whipping out your phone, you connected it to the system to record his voice as he belted out the high note again, singing the rest effortlessly. He stepped out of the room and he rubbed the back of his neck, pointing at the recording on your phone, “I-If you wanted me to sing, I could d-do it anytime you know.”

“Really? Then would you sing for me everyday?” The door creaked open, revealing a semi-smiling Hongjoong. 

“I did not just step in here. Please ignore me.” Hongjoong backtracked and Jongho ran out after his hyung, “HYUNG! YOU-!”

“See? It wasn’t that hard!” - Sangyeon

prompt 24 from list c with sangyeon pretty please ;;

find more content here: the boyz masterlist ↬ summary: cooking gone right with sangyeon ↬ tags: idol! sangyeon, gn! reader, ft. idol! the boyz ↬ word count: 565 words

“I cannot cook. Or bake.” You quickly added when Sangyeon pulled you into the kitchen. “But your skills can be honed. You’re just trying to worm your way out of this right?” Sangyeon’s lips curled into a smile as he arched one eyebrow so high. Kevin breezed by you, “Let Jesus take the wheel~” and you reached out to whack him, only for him to run away, laughing hysterically. 

“So? What do you say to breakfast just for the two of us? The kids can just starve.” Sangyeon gestured to the boxes of kimchi ramyeon and your stomach growled at the sight of it. You gave in, “Fine. But don’t expect me to be very helpful because I may just hold the knife wrong.” You joked but your promise made his eyes sparkled and who would say no to a happy Sangyeon? 

“What are we making?” You eyed the ingredients on the dining table, noticing the eggs and the assortment of seasoning. “I made this with my nephews before and I swear it’s really easy. I think I can even let you do the frying!” He whipped out his phone and showed you eggs in a section of bell peppers. You scrunched up your nose at the sight, “That doesn’t look very easy.” 

“We can do it. For the sake of our breakfast and sanity, we are NOT going to have instant noodles.” Sangyeon held the spatula up and you chuckled. “Okay, okay. Let’s try.” He excitedly handed you the bell peppers, before halting and passing you the eggs instead, “I’ll cut the bell peppers and you can take the defrosted bacon out of its packaging. You did as he instructed and you watched him. 

Sangyeon and the title “Chef” doesn’t sound quite right, but when he rolled up his sleeves and began cutting with precision, you were definitely not staring at his biceps. “Like what you see?” Sangyeon glanced up at you for recognition and you nodded, feeling your face heat up in a second. You were pretty sure he was referring to the shape of the bell peppers (but darn, he and the bell peppers fine as heck.) 

“I took it out. Are we frying this first?” He nodded his head and you took the pan from the overhead cupboard. You wiped it down before you lay it on the stove and at the same time Sangyeon cleared the seeds and stem, giving you a thumbs up. You shuffled to the side as Sangyeon did his magic. As soon as he put the bacon down on to the metal surface of the pan, the meat sizzled and the salty flavour hit you in the sense and you were already salivating. 

“And with the oil left behind we can nicely char the bell peppers and eggs.” He twisted his upper half and took the eggs, easily cracking them into the bell pepper sections. “See? It wasn’t that hard!” “And I could have died.” You teased, but tip-toed to press a kiss on his forehead, causing him to chuckle. He did a quick work of setting up the table and you helped to wash the pan and clear whatever remaining trash that was left behind. 

Cooking was tough but hey, at least you got to enjoy Sangyeon’s cooking while the other 10 of them gazed enviously at the delicious food plated in front of you.

NCT 127 <roommate au> - Johnny

find more content here: nct masterlist ↬ prompt: there’s a spider in my room and thank heavens you got rid of it but i’m not sleeping alone ↬ tags: roommate! johnny, gn! reader, mentions of a spider + reader’s phobia ↬ word count: 355 words

“AH!” Johnny wasn’t sure if he heard that right. He shrugged it off, assuming that perhaps the action-packed movie he’s immersed in had someone screaming. “Johnny Seo!” Okay, that sure did not come from Mission Impossible. He removed his earpieces, “What is it?” He trekked into the room, only to burst out laughing at you standing flushed against the wall on the bed.

He regained his composure, “W-What is it?” You squeezed your eyes shut and pointed to under the table. “Spider.” Was the only thing you said and Johnny’s eyes widened. He forgot you had a phobia of bugs and he immediately bends down, crouching under your desk to remove the little bugger, sprinting out of the room to dispose of it. 

“Okay. It’s gone now. You can come down.” Johnny was about to leave but when he saw you still standing there he cocked his head to the right, “Are you okay?” “My legs…are numb...” You gave him the puppy eyes and he sighed, his heart swelling at how cute you were. Gently wrapping his arms around your thighs he lifted you off the bed. He was about to put you down on the floor but your squirmed, “I’m not going to sleep here tonight. What if another one comes in?” You propped yourself up, holding on to his shoulders. “Can I sleep with you tonight?” Johnny looked up at you and of course he’d wouldn’t be able to resist you. If you had asked for a kidney, he’d donate them to you. 

Pretending to be mad, he shortly released his grip on you and you screamed, but he caught you again, “And what if I say no?” You were standing on his feet, your arms tightly wrapped around his neck as you buried your face in his chest. 

“No, no. Johnny. Please? I’m terrified if anything else comes in. your room doesn’t have a window and you know you’re big and you can scare them off-”

“-Just kidding. I’ll take the couch and you can take my bed.”

“We can just squeeze into one. Just don’t leave me alone with any creepy-crawlies.”