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I was watchin SVT game caterers and i laughed so much....it was an awesome update.

acting on your best behavior

ᨒ pairing: athlete!jeonghan x reader

ᨒ genre: strangers to lovers, college au, fluff, semi-suggestive

ᨒ warnings: mentions of violence + injury, uncomfortable situation with a drunk guy, suggestive themes (mostly talked/implied)

ᨒ word count: 5800+

ᨒ two kids, one love, who cares if we make it up

ᨒ notes: FINALLY. it took me a while to crank this one out guys i can’t lie! i rewrote it quite a few times and im not 1000% satisfied with it but it’s what i have and im proud of myself!

The chill of the late September air seeps through your hoodie and you tug the material closer to your ears. You were pretty sure all the buzz and cheers from the numerous students surrounding you had made you partially deaf, but you couldn’t really blame them. The game playing out in front of you had been quite exciting, your university’s players having a fantastic lead in score for the majority. You hadn’t realized how fun sport events could be, given that you spent the majority of your time on campus racing to and from classes, and what little free time you did have was spent holed up in the library.

Esther, the whole reason you’re here, seems to notice your aversion to the cold and tugs you closer to her, making sure your legs are completely covered by the blanket the two of you currently share. “I promise it’s almost done,”she says referring to the game, “Cheol already agreed to treat us to dinner after.” Nodding, you give your friend a smile before resting your head against her shoulder.

Cheol or Seungcheol as he’s known to most, is Esther’s boyfriend, and captain of the soccer team. He’s currently running the ball between his feet straight through the opposing team’s defense, driving straight towards the goal. It probably doesn’t get much better than Choi Seungcheol as a significant other, you think, he’s very dependable and incredibly sweet on your friend and looks at her as if she’d hung the moon and stars in the sky herself. Your eyes catch him on the field again, and he’s kicked the soccer ball right into the upper left corner of the net.

The roaring cheer that erupts suddenly has Esther pulling you out of your seat and her arms thrown around you. Her giddiness soon has the two of you bouncing up and down in excitement before you turn your attention back to the field.

Seungcheol sits atop his teammates shoulders, like a king on his throne. Esther is waving and blowing kisses to him excitedly, and his eyes light up when they meet her.

Their adoration for each other has the tendency to make you yearn for a boyfriend of your own, but you shake those thoughts away as you descend the bleacher’s metal steps. Instead, you think of the warm and hopefully delicious free meal you were about to enjoy.

It’s gotten a bit colder since you were in the bleachers an hour or so ago, so currently you and Esther were inside of her heated car while you waited for Seungcheol to wash up and change out of his soccer uniform.

It doesn’t take long for him to appear across the parking lot, talking animatedly with a teammate that walks beside him, athletic bags slung over each of their shoulders. You take a closer look and realize that it isn’t any old teammate headed towards your friend’s car, it’s Yoon Jeonghan.

Soccer team vice-captain; Yoon Jeonghan.

Campus heart-throb; Yoon Jeonghan.

The guy you accidentally walked in on railing a girl at a party your freshman year; Yoon Jeonghan.

You feel light-headed.

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literally my fave skz fic

kiss it better

highschool!au / han x clinic-volunteer!reader

Summary: han always makes excuses to go to the clinic to see reader, but a reversal of roles occurs and he just might kiss it better. 

Genre: fluff; is heart-pounding a genre??

Warnings: smooches here, smooches there, some swearing??

perhaps you got more than you bargained for when you signed up to be a student volunteer at your school’s clinic. but to be fair, it did look promising. 

it gave you extra credit on your report card, added into your community service hours and gave you a chance to feel like you were somehow helping people.

what you failed to realise was that it took up a lot of your time- staying in the clinic during lunches, giving up your free periods during the day, and always accompanying every single sport team when they had to go to their games. so your days dragged on, surrounded by the nurses who were all in their late 30′s, either stuck in the corner reading a book when no one came in, or conversing with the patients that came in. 

it’s senior year, you said to yourself. just one last lap.

needless to say, your routine became totally, completely, and absolutely boring.

“uhm, h-hello?” a voice squeaked from the entrance to the clinic. it was lunch time, so all the nurses were either at the canteen buying their food, or out eating lunch. which left you to your own devices, doing your math homework and sipping on a juice box all cramped in the corner, looking more like a patient than a student volunteer. 

han stumbled in the clinic, looking like a lost, wounded puppy. you still hadn’t noticed his presence as your vision was clouded with the logarithmic functions in front of you. 

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I like Ash Island Big Naughty and Khh in general

Im in love with every anime

Please message me if your bored i shall answer

I can handle some kpop like seventeen but not all

Bias jeonghan

We can talk about that

Or we can talk about you

YES

house rules

▸ michael kaiser x reader

▸ 1.2k words

▸ roommate au, lots and lots of bickering

when you find out about kaiser's unorthodox morning routine, you instantly regret having him as your roommate

one peaceful morning.

all you're asking for is one peaceful morning.

the muffled sound of house music reverberates from the bathroom and you stalk over with heavy footsteps, still rubbing the drowsiness from your eyes. your neighbor's most recent complaint about noise coming from your apartment resurfaces in your mind and though you've told your stubborn roommate to keep it down before, kaiser was never one to listen.

"kaiser?" you rap at the bathroom door, raising your voice a little so he could hear you above the loud noise. "kaiser, keep the music down. it's only 5 in the morn—OH MY GOD.”

the door wasn't locked. heck, it turns out it wasn't even properly closed because all it took was your fist touching the hardwood surface for it to freely swing open.

and nothing in the world could have ever prepared you for the sight you were about to witness—because in the very split second of shock that left you standing stock-still, all you see is kaiser standing in front of the mirror, both hands firm on either side of his hips, butt naked.

as soon as you recover from the initial shock, you recoil back into the hall, clawing at your face and genuinely considering gauging your eyes out. "what the fuck are you doing?! ever heard of locking the door?!"

what makes matters even worse—a talent that comes so naturally for a troublemaker like kaiser—is that your shameless roommate is completely unperturbed by your intrusion.

"can i help you?" he asks, having the audacity to sound slightly peeved that you've interrupted whatever he was doing in there.

"th-the neighbor—the, um, the music! can you— ugh, can you put on some fucking clothes first?" your speaking to him with your palm still shielding your eyes and when he doesn't say anything, you make the mistake of peeking through your fingers, which grants you an unpleasant view of kaiser's ass cheeks as he turns around to shut the music off.

"what was that?"

judging by how clearer his voice sounds now, you assume he's already facing you again—and you do not want to make the same mistake twice. "have some decency and put on some clothes first, you pervert."

"what? never seen a nude man before?" to your absolute horror, you can feel kaiser inching towards you by the sound of his voice growing near.

"kaiser," you say through gritted teeth, "i swear to god, keep this up and i'm kicking you out in an hour."

“aw, darling. don’t be—”

“don’t test me, kaiser! the lease is under my name so i'm more than entitled to evict you from here. i can pack all your things under a—scratch that, i'll throw all your junk out the window so i hope you're good at catching—"

"alright, alright," kaiser clicks his tongue. "sheesh, so uptight all the time."

you pace down the hall for a moment to give him plenty of space to put something on, and as soon as you hear footsteps padding behind you, you hold a forefinger up to tell him to stop before you turn on your heel.

"are you wearing something?" only now do you realize you can never be too careful.

"ya."

"okay."

when you do turn around, you're still somewhat startled by the fact that he's only chosen to wrap a towel around his waist, very loosely at that too.

as you try to recall why you approached him in the first place, you find it almost impossible to further the conversation for two stupid reasons: 1) the looseness of his towel is keeping you in constant fear that it's going to drop to the floor any second now; 2) you're only now realizing that just his bare upper body has... a lot on display.

your eyes follow the way his hand brushes the longer strands of his hair over his shoulders, how the natural blonde blends into a shade of blue that almost matches the color of his tattoo. you've seen the vines and roses before, whenever he walks around in just a muscle tee, but you didn't know one of the leaves dip into his chest.

his toned bare chest is one thing, his chiseled abdomen another, but your gaze continues to roam down the length of his torso until you reach his navel and notice the loose towel is giving you a view of his v-lines that dip into—

"can you give me a heads-up next time, darling?" he smirks.

"w-what?" you stutter, finally feeling heat spread from your cheeks to your ears.

"i need to know how long you're gonna take to ogle over my god-like body, or you could just take a picture, it'll last longer. better yet, i've got a good one, i can send it to you—"

“i don’t want your fucking nudes, oh my god. you know what? i've been way too lenient considering all the bullshit you put me through. we need to set some house rules."

he shrugs. "fine with me, i guess. dunno why you're getting so worked up when you're being blessed with the sight of my—"

"kaiser, shut up. please, just shut. up."

he throws his hands up into the air in surrender before crossing them over his chest and leaning one shoulder against the wall. "anyway, what did you need? you interrupted my precious morning routine that i gotta start over now."

his morning routine includes staring at himself butt naked in the mirror at the ungodly hours of dawn? you truly rue the day you made the dumbest decision to let him live with you.

"music. no loud music before 8 a.m., for the love of god." you pinch the bridge of your noise, before muttering to yourself, "first it was your late night trysts and now this."

"sure, yeah, but are you okay with listening to me talk to myself, then? i play the music so you won't have to hear me."

"yeah, it's fine. whatever." the apartment walls are more soundproof than the walls within your unit, but as long as kaiser didn't cause any more trouble with the neighbors, you could put up with it.

"cool. is that all?"

"lock the fucking door."

"yeah, yeah, as you wish, your highness," he says, waving his hand as he makes his way back into the bathroom. you wait for a moment to hear the lock click in place.

thank god.

as you return to your room, completely bewildered by the sheer madness you have to deal with so early in the morning, you pause at the sound of kaiser's muffled voice.

i am michael kaiser. i am god's chosen emperor. i am the best fucking striker in the world. i am leagues better than isagi yoichi. i am michael kaiser. i am—

the very first thing you're going to do that day is invest in some good quality earplugs.