I Love So I Let Go.

— i love so i let go.

» genre and warnings › spiderman!jeongguk + reader, spiderman/superhero au, college au, implied friends to lovers au that’s if i ever decide to finish that spiderguk fic or make more drabbles out of it but i make no promises i’m sorry

» notes › this is a scene from a bigger fic i tried to write but haven’t finished and i’m not sure when i’ll pick back up again buuut i liked this bit so i decided to post it on it’s own as a little drabble! it’s kind of overdramatic and corny and very fluffy, but i think you all expect that by now 

» side notes › i suppose this is connected to the spiderguk drabble from the 100wtsily list as that’s what inspired me to start writing the bigger fic, but it can definitely bc read as a stand-alone 

Jeongguk squats on your windowsill, one hand holding the glass exterior of your apartment building, the other resting on the bottom of the sill, eyes looking straight ahead into yours. He can hear the sirens behind him, and you can see their lights dance across his face; red and blue like his second skin. 

He should follow them, go to help, but he stays frozen. He knows you’ll be fine here, safe from whatever harm has come back to the city, but that’s not why he isn’t moving. 

Maybe he shouldn’t have taken off his mask in front of you a week ago, maybe he shouldn’t have told you his biggest secret. It would have made moments like these easier, for the both of you, but he always hated lying to you. Besides, Jeongguk knows you would have figured it out sooner or later. You’re smart like that. 

“You—you should go, they’re gonna need you, Guk,” you choke out, and Jeongguk’s eyes grow three times in size because that is not the sentence he was expecting to come out of your mouth. 

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Just for Tonight (m)

→ Words: 17,213.

→ Genre: Fluff / Smut.

→ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader.

→ Summary: In order to get into the infamous underground Start-of-the-Year party, you and Jungkook need to complete a list of wild dares - and maybe fall in love in the process of it. 

→ A/N: This fic is inspired by the movie “Nerve”! It’s also a repost and a revamp of an old fic from my old blog! Maybe some people will remember it? Either way, I hope you all enjoy it!

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Miss Me?

Requested by @hingchung. 

Pairing: Chanyeol x (a sassy) fem reader

Genre: Smut, fluff

Word count: 3,019 

Warnings: Chanyeol getting sassed, unprotected sex, rough(ish) sex

Plot: Chanyeol just got back from a long tour and needs Y/N, but then there are no condoms :’)

A/N: Holy shit this took ages to write, have fun.

‘Its just… this’ Chanyeol grabbed your hand and moved it to his crotch where you felt him. 

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Accuse Me (M)

Contains: Park Chanyeol x (f) reader, adult language, sexual themes, smut, (FALSE) accusations of cheating, ANGST (things get messy with Kyungsoo), intentional unprotected sex, heavy foreplay, rebound sex, begging kink, teasing, creampie, friends to lovers!au.

Synopsis: Kyungsoo has accused you of cheating for the last time. If he’s going to accuse you of something so absurd, why not do it with the one person he’s accused you of cheating with the most? You’re sure Chanyeol wouldn’t mind.

“Why are you being like this?” You yelled at your boyfriend as he stood opposite of you in your shared kitchen, arms folded over his chest while glaring intensely at you. Kyungsoo was never consolable when he got into one of his moods, especially when it came to him making wild accusations about you and one of his good friends, whom you never even touched in a romantic way.

Ah yes, Kyungsoo always thought you were sleeping around on him when you had no reason to. You loved Kyungsoo and everything he does, but lately the accusations are becoming too much for you to bear. Every night it seems Kyungsoo would come back from work and accuse you of fucking Chanyeol when you didn’t answer his “Honey I’m home” phrase fast enough. He even went as far as to storm into the bathroom while you were taking a shower, mid shampoo, and rip you out of the shower just to make sure no one else was there.

“Becaus Y/N, you’re dressed like you’re wanting someone else to fuck you. Am I not enough for you? Am I really that bad for you to parade yourself around to all of my friends like you’re ready for them to take you from behind? Is that it?” Kyungsoo seethed at you from the opposite side of the counter, his arms bulging from how hard he was squeezing his hands together to keep from doing something he regretted. He knew he could control his anger, but he wanted to be careful just in case.

Your eyes widened at your boyfriend’s accusations, anger building inside of you as you stepped over at him, huffing, “Are you fucking kidding me, Kyungsoo?” You elected to use his legal name since now was not the time for niceties, he wasn’t deserving of any. “I’m in pajamas! No one is coming around here tonight so why the hell do you care what I wear?”

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes at you as he kept his composure, maintaining the distance between your bodies as he glared into your eyes yet again, “It doesn’t matter if anyone’s coming over tonight, you’re still dressed like a whor-”

Before he could even finish his sentence, your hand came crashing down on the side of his cheek, the sound of your hand hitting Kyungsoo’s face echoing through the apartment. He had gone too far this time. You didn’t feel bad as you continued to sneer at him, anger raging through you at this point as you refused to back down, furthering your cause by jabbing your finger into his sternum a lot harder than necessary, “I’ve taken all this shit from you our whole relationship. I have stood up for you when you really didn’t deserve it, I have brushed of all the snide comments you’ve made about me, and I’ve even called off work just to prove to you that I was never “cheating” on you in the first place. How fucking dare you, Kyungsoo? After all the things I’ve done for you, you have the nerve to call me a whore…”

“You know what? We’re done.”

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Scars

Genre: Angst | Soulmate!AU

Word Count: 11484

Everyone is born with a soul mark somewhere on their body. Their soulmate has the same mark. New technology has been developed that can remove the mark, but at great cost.

The voices resonating within the small living room blurred together into white noise and faded into the aether, leaving the abrupt thud of your heart stopping as the only audible sound. The walls felt like they were crumbling around you, and the velvet couch you sat on seemed like it was swallowing you into its depths, encasing you in a suffocating darkness. The pain you had suppressed for so long came flooding back, spreading through your every nerve. You felt like your chest had imploded and your bones were caving in. Your entire body had shut down momentarily as Sehun’s last few words echoed through the husk of your skull.

“I’m going to get my soul mark removed.”

There were muffled voices, a few louder than the others, but you couldn’t decipher what was being said. Your brain - consumed by grief - didn’t allow for it. Someone had placed their hand on your arm to try and shake you out of your stupor, but you could barely feel the contact through your numb skin.

But then, his voice called your name, penetrating through the void. That one familiar voice that for so long had brought you happiness and sweet memories, but now, it tore your very being apart. The words that voice had spoken had severed the few ties to him you had left. But still, his voice had so much power and influence over you, and it finally brought you out of your trance. You blinked a few times, and suddenly, you were returned to reality.

This wasn’t a dream.

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Our Firsts / My Last

Pairing: Exo Mall Chanyeol x reader 

Genre: fluff/emo/angst (all the feels)

Rating: PG13 for language and mentions of sex

Word Count: 2,089

Request: fuck can i add 12 to that too. i’m sweating 12. ‘I can still get you wet and I can still make you laugh.’ @yeoldontknow I hope you like your 90s dream husband <3 Also including the “Semi-charmed life” song fic request in here since it’s already a 90s boi smorgasbord!

The first time I saw you it was seven a.m. the morning of our first day of Junior year at Burke, it was cold and rainy. Unsurprising, given it was Seattle, but sometimes the freezing sleet even caught me off guard. 

I was hiding under the cover of the walkway by the gym, making plans with Baekhyun for a back-to-school concert at the fountain when I saw you sprinting through the rain.

I don’t know what it was that drew me to you, even all these years later. 

Was it the way your nose wrinkled with amusement as you stood under the cover of the opposite walkway by the student center? 

Was it the long black coat you wore, with the big silver buttons, that made you look so much older than your sixteen years? 

Was it the way your hair stuck to your face and made me wish my fingers could do the same in that moment? 

Was it your backpack covered with band logo patches that I could see even from across the way?

Whatever it was, it stuck. 

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