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[2:40 p.m.] it was highly ambitious of you, sure. but you weren’t going to let go of the opportunity. you had just ended your virtual meet-and-greet with yangyang, in which at the end of the call, you very embarrassingly hinted that you would send him an among us code on his instagram account, so that he and the rest of the members could play you. he told you “okay,” with a giggle before you heard the timer go off. now, an hour or so later, you sat in front of your computer, with among us opened. it took you a ton of courage, but with shaky hands you managed to create a private game, and generated a code. you opened up instagram on your phone and dm’ed yangyang the code. “there’s no way in hell they’re gonna see this.” it hasn’t even been two minutes that you saw someone else come into the room. in shock, you look up at the name: yngyng. then you see each username appear on the screen one at a time: ten, xuxi, kunge, dj, cucumber and wonwon. you can’t believe they actually joined your room. “alright, y/n, I proposed your idea to the boys and they seemed interested in playing. shall we start the game?” and you turned on your mic, a wide smile on your face, “sure, may the best player win,” and you started the game.

[1:04 p.m.] to be fair, you always thought lucas was cute, but you guys were more like frenemies than actual friends. you merely exchanged jabs at each other, and when there were other members around, you and he were not likely to interact a lot. still, part of you pretty much thought lucas was a solid 10, even though he was annoying. based on the tiktok trend you'd been seeing of girls texting their guy friends 'you're pretty,' you decided to jump onto that bandwagon as well. so you chose to text lucas. you partly wanted to see his reaction, but you also felt that this was an indirect way of letting him know how you actually thought about him.

your heart stopped as you saw the text bubble pop up: 'what did you say?' and at this point, you would've reeled it back, but for some reason, you wanted to keep pushing at it, so you texted him 'I think you have a pretty face'. you had some water boiling in a kettle for tea, and just as the whistles begin to sound, your phone screen lit up, the red and green circles giving you the freedom to choose your next action. you pick up the call, and you hear lucas on the other end, "are you fucking with me?" you raise your eyebrows, “what are you talking about?” “you know what I’m referring to. the texts.” he says the last part with a hushed voice, and you can only assume this freakout is happening near some of the members. you snicker at the thought, but lucas jumps to conclusions. “you were fucking with me, weren’t you? I hear you laughing.” “no, sorry, it was something else. as far as the texts go…” you breathe out to relax your beating heart. “they’re not lies. I wasn’t fucking with you, I think you’re really good-looking. in fact, I thought you were cute for a very long time.”

you hear him grunt small curses and then a chair is pushed against the ground, you hear it screeching. the members’ voices become faint and now you’re sure that lucas has stepped away from everyone because he says, “you drive me crazy, y/n, did you know that? you get on my last nerve but sometimes I still wonder what it’s like to hold your hand. how a movie night would look like if it was just the two of us.” your breath hitches at his confession, and suddenly you’re a blushing mess. “I’m sorry if I ever came off as too harsh, or that we don’t even talk all that much. you make me nervous as fuck and that’s no excuse for the way I acted but-” you cut him off, “lucas, stop.” you set your phone down and turn on your speaker. “tell you what, I’m home right now. if you can, why don’t you come over? I’m making tea, we can talk more in person.” lucas sighs and sincerely mumbles, “really?” your heart stutters, and you bite your lip. “plus, you can finally see what it’s like to hold my hand,” you teasingly tell him and he playfully whines, “stop making fun of me!” at that moment, you laugh heartily and lucas feels like it’s one of the most beautiful sounds he’s ever heard. “I’m kidding. you’re more than welcome to come by.” and you smile in anticipation, pulling out two mugs from your cabinet when you hear him say “I’m on my way.”

café au lait //w.h.d.

tropes: blind date!au, drummer!hendery x barista!reader (fem.)

synopsis: your friend has been getting on your nerves about getting a boyfriend. but you would rather continue working as a barista, who occasionally gets to admire the drummer that plays with his band on Thursday nights.

word count: 2k YIKES

a/n: I love this trope mix lol, I hope you guys do too! p.s. unedited

"please, just meet the guy, y/n. he's a good person," yangyang began to reason with you, but you simply shake your head, gaze focused on the latte art ordered by a customer moments ago. "that's what you said last time, and do you remember what happened?" yangyang rolls his eyes; you didn't let him forget it. the last time you let yangyang set you up with a date, the guy took you to a bar where shortly after talking, he "went to the bathroom", only to walk to the other end of the room and ended up making out with someone else. that experience left a sour taste in your mouth, and it pushed you away from dating for a while. it was a blessing in disguise because you had more time to dedicate towards your school work and your part-time job, which you absolutely love. you work as a barista in a cafe hidden a few miles away from your college campus, which also happened to be a short walk away from your apartment. but that didn’t stop you from feeling lonely from time to time, and yangyang knew that.

you know yangyang just wants to look out for you, and he's probably sick of hearing you talk his ears off about the drummer from the band that plays at the cafe called 'wavy'. his name is hendery and you try keeping yourself busy with the customers that rush in Thursday nights to hear them play. still, your gaze can't help but follow his movements on stage, passionately headbanging with the music and his charisma radiating into the crowd. he was captivating and you couldn't find a better way to spend your Thursday nights.

"trust me, y/n, this one won't disappoint you. I have known him longer compared to the other guy and he's reliable and loyal." you bite your lip in thought. sure, you’ve had a bad experience once but you need to get your mind off of hendery, because you know you’re not planning on making a move anytime soon. hell, you don’t even think he knows who you are so you may as well give yangyang’s choice another shot. you groan and give yangyang a hesitant nod. “fine, I’ll go out with him, but I promise you, liu yangyang, if this guy is a jerk then I will come after you.” yangyang raises two fists of victory and clicks his tongue. “yes! thanks for trusting me, y/n, I won’t let you down.” later that evening you get a text from yangyang: he’s set up a reservation at some italian place that sounds familiar and has given you a time for 7:00 thursday night. your heart momentarily stops, because you’ll miss the band playing that night. you won’t get to see hendery this week. “let’s hope this stupid date is worth missing his performance,” you mumble to yourself, locking your screen and carrying on with the evening.

the time crept by so fast, you didn’t realize when you were standing in front of your mirror getting ready for the evening you’ve gradually grown to anticipate. you took the evening off and when your coworkers asked why and you told them that you had a blind date, half of them cheered you on and the other half guffawed because they know about your previous experience. still, you didn’t let the anxieties of that event get to you and you knew that if you tried to have fun you’d be giving yourself, yangyang and the guy a fair shot as well. so, here you are now, standing at the door of the restaurant and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears. you walk into the grandiose restaurant, and approach the front desk. “hello,” you start, “I have a reservation, under the name liu?” the man behind the counter looks down at his screen and he says, “oh, the other member of your party just checked in! let me lead you there, follow me, please!” your hands get clammier by the second but you tail the greeter as he leads you to your awaited date. just then, you feel your phone vibrate and you check and see it’s from a coworker. the text reads: “you lucked out tonight, wavy’s not playing” they’ve never skipped out on a performance before, you wonder. you put your phone in your bag and watch as the greeter comes to a stop. all you can see of your date is the mop of jet black hair, and his back which is facing you.

“here you are, ma’am. enjoy your dinner,” the greeter gives you a smile before leaving you to take a seat. the boy sitting turns around and your heart stops. “hi, I’m hendery.” he stands up and offers you his hand. “hello, I’m Y/N,” you manage to find your voice to say, gently placing your hand in his, in an effort to shake it. instead, hendery surprises you by bringing the back of your hand up to his mouth, placing a fragile peck on it. “it’s so nice to meet you, Y/N. here, come sit.” and he lets go of your hand to run over to the other side of the table to pull your chair out for you.

you both are given menus shortly after you exchange some small talk, and as you scan over the pasta options, you look up at hendery. you’ve gotta say, he cleans up really nicely, compared to the usual muscle tees and skinny jeans you’re used to seeing him in. his hair still holds the same middle part you’ve come to adore. then you think you’re being creepy, but you bite the bullet anyway when you say to him, “you play for wavy, right?” his gaze lifts up from the menu and goes straight to your eyes. you can see he’s surprised. “yes, I play the drums… how did you know?” your eyes widen comically and you shake your head, “I swear I’m not a stalker or anything, I just.. I’ve seen you play at the coffee shop I work at.” you’re rambling, and you tell yourself ‘shut up’ like it’s a mantra but hendery just stares back at you, thinking you are nothing short of adorable. “you’re the barista that works the late shifts when we play, then?” you sheepishly nod and he laughs. “I’ve been told by my bandmates that there’s a certain barista that ogles at me, is that you?” at this point, your mouth is hanging wide open and you scoff, “I do not ogle! and for your information, I am not the only barista that works the thursday night shift so it could very much be someone else.” hendery leans back in his chair and watches you, his expression softening. “that’s too bad then.”

over the course of the dinner, you learn that hendery actually went to school for acting, but then discovered his passion for music instead. he has three older sisters, his favorite color is pink, and since he’s moved to the city he has been homesick from time to time. of course, you’ve shared some stuff about yourself to him as well: you tell him that you love your job as a barista (throwing in a few funny and crazy customer stories here and there throughout the evening), you live in the city but drive out to visit your family who lives in a suburb nearby, and you have a favorite spot in a park that not a lot of people know about. “only special people get to see this place,” you tell him before taking a sip of your drink. “I hope I get to be one of those special people,” hendery says with a smile. a wave of courage hits you when you slyly respond, "maybe one day. now, I don't know about you, but I can go for a cup of coffee, so why don't we get out of here?"

hendery doesn't let you pay the bill ("you can get me coffee, y/n, but let me cover the meal") and you two take a short walk over to a nearby coffee shop. you are greeted with the sweet smell of coffee brewing as soon as the two of you step inside, and as much as people think you'd get sick of the smell, you haven't. "hi! what can I get you two today?" the barista greets the two of you, and you order a cafe au lait, while hendery scans the menu. "you know what, I'll have what she's having." after paying her, the barista leans in and whispers, "you two make a really cute couple, I had to let you know!" you bashfully smile and hendery replies to her, "it's our first date, but I think this one's a keeper," and he turns to send you a wink. you playfully nudge his arm and he laughs, leading the two of you to the pick-up counter. once your coffees are ready, you take them and start to embark on the long (but it feels short) walk back to your cars. the two of you chat for a bit, enjoying the weather but mostly relishing in each other's presence. as hendery sips on his coffee, you ask him with your chin in the palm of your hand, "how's the coffee by the way?"

"it's good! it's a cafe.."

"au lait," you finish and he nods. "it's good. I usually stick with an iced-americano because I never know what to expect with all these fancy-named drinks." you laugh, failing to observe the growing smile on hendery's face as he watches your nose scrunch cutely. "you can count on me to teach you coffee 101, as long as you would be willing to teach me how to play the drums," you tell him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. once you see your car in the vicinity, you slow the pace of your steps, and hendery follows your speed. there's a restlessness in the air because the night is almost over and it's apparent that neither of you wants it to end. hendery huffs after a moment of silence and turns to you, eyes boring into your own, and with determination, he asks, "I would like to see you again, y/n if that's okay with you? it's been so long since I've started dating again, and I genuinely enjoyed every minute of tonight. I want to get to know you more, y/n." you blink up at him, and heat creeps up your neck but you bite your lip and nod. "I would like that, hendery. I had a great time tonight as well." hendery lights up and as you unlock your car with one hand, he reaches for the other one. stunned, you turn to him and he pulls you into a warm embrace. his arms wrap around you and it feels nice. you return the action, bringing your arms up around his torso. it feels like it's only been a few seconds, but you get an annoying buzz in your back pocket (who you assume is yangyang) that startles you. you reluctantly let go of hendery, chuckling when you hear a small sound of displeasure from him.

"I've gotta go now, hendery. thank you for an amazing evening," you tell him and you sit in your car, and once you start your car, hendery jolts in his spot and knocks on your window. you roll it down, and he scratches the back of his head, "I forgot to ask for your number." you giggle, and give him the ten digits he's longed for all evening. "I've just sent you a text," he says and starts to walk backward, waving at you. "text me when you get home, y/n!" your heart warms at the gesture. "I will, hendery! drive safe!" you yell out as his silhouette gradually gets smaller. "you too! bye!" moments later, the two of you have gone your separate ways, and as soon as you get home you remind yourself to do two things: 1) text yangyang about the details of the evening (of course, you must not forget to thank him as well) and 2) text hendery that you've made it home safely, with a smile on your face and the rapid beating of your heart.

Hello hello, my tumblr people!

I'm here to first of all day thank-you for all the likes at the "Desaparecer" fic I wrote for the requests! Just like I already said, it's been a while since I wrote smut, and one that I liked for real, so I'm just really happy!

Second of all, I also want to say that I'm closing the requests for some reasons:

1) i have a project in too many parts, that I plan to finish and post at least the first, so I can actually keep the rest and others...and the second reason I can't actually talk until tomorrow, because it's something personal, but I'm coming to tell you guys!

That's it, hope you have/had an amazing day! ❣️

Pessoinhas lindas de meu Tumblr!

Seguinte, tô aqui pra primeiro agradecer os likes na história do Bang Chan "Desaparecer" que fiz para o pedido de um(a) anon (por enquanto apenas em inglês), pq faz um tempinho que eu não escrevo um smut, e pelo menos um q eu realmente goste, então tô muito feliz!

E segunda, pra dizer q estou fechando os pedidos, por alguns motivos: (1) tem um projeto que eu comecei a escrever, e que tem muitas partes, mas que eu queria terminar pelo menos essa primeira pra poder postar e tals... Eeeeeee o segundo motivo na verdade eu não posso falar muito (é pessoal), pelo menos até amanhã eu acho. Então assim q eu tiver notícias venho falar aqui!

É isso, beijinhos açucarados! ❣️