But The Frosting Looks So Much More Appetizing On Your Cheeks

“but the frosting looks so much more appetizing on your cheeks”

Seungcheol one shot

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol × Female reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 801

Author’s Note: It’s cheol’s birthday, I am writing after a long time, and hope this turns out good. I miss him a lot, it’s his birthday but I miss him a lot. And since they left for Canada today, cheol will celebrate his birthday twice once in plane another in Canada, uuuuhuuu, I am so happy. baby deserves so much, I love him so much. Hope you like this cute lil one shot. Happy reading :)

I was standing outside our bedroom; I didn’t go inside yet. I already lit up the candles, I was just holding it way too carefully, scared of the fact something might go wrong. I baked cake after such a long time, I missed baking cakes and this is how I make a comeback, I heard my phone alarm go off inside the room, I am pretty sure it will wake him up.

I silently counted till 10 and opened the door, the lights were off and the room was just the way I left few minutes ago, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHEOL” I spotted him sitting on the bed, holding my phone and rubbing his eyes, he looked so adorable.

“Happy birthday love” and I was walking towards him, carefully, so that the candles remain safe.

“oh god” he was surprised, his voice said so.

“It’s your birthday” I sat on the bed beside him “so make a

My words were cut off, he just blew out the candles, I was shocked at him, and he let out a chuckle. I was speechless because of him. “You have to make a wish when you blow out the candles!! Cheol” I looked at him in disbelief.

“My wish already came true. I have you in my life” and he kissed my cheeks, “thankyou so much for this and just everything.” His kiss caught me off guard, I came back to earth after few seconds. “you-you just didn’t do that”

“I didn’t what”

“Ki- before I could even say the word ‘kiss’ he kissed me again, and this time on my lips, his lips were so soft, I was melting but the fact I was holding the cake. He pulled himself back. “it’s my birthday can’t I at least kiss you to start my birthday?” I was taken aback and way too flustered to say anything.

Reminded me, I had gift inside my drawer, “Hold this” he took the cake from me and he was sitting like an obedient child, he looked so adorable. How can he just be like a cute baby. I went to bring his gift, from the drawer and came back to him.

“Here’s your gift, once again happy birthday seungcheol”

“Aren’t you, my gift?” if he keeps on doing this, I doubt he will even cut the cake and tell me how’s it. I doubt that. The way he was being like this at 12 am, what about me and my poor heart who just can’t take this sweet seungcheol and his words?

“Stop! I feel embarrassed, accept this.” he took it from me, “Cut the cake and taste it, tell me how’s it because I baked after a long time, hope this is okay” he kept the gift box beside him and then gestured me to sit beside him. I took a seat beside him. he started cutting the back and I started singing happy birthday song to him, while cutting the cake, I was looking at him, how dearly he was looking at the cake and how he smiled when I started singing the birthday song, his dimples were visible now. How can a person be this lovely, I always ask myself, I know it’s his birthday but I feel like I’m the one getting the gift on his birthday by spending this day with him. He is so dear to me.

Every day I love him a little more, how can I not, when it’s him, Choi Seungcheol.

I got startled as soon as his finger made contact with my cheeks, I looked at him with surprise and realized he just put the frosting on my cheeks.

“I made this for you and not for my cheeks choi seungcheol” and I took the frosting so that I could put it on his cheeks as well, why would he do that to me!!

But before I could put it on his cheeks he held my hand, and said “but the frosting looks so much more appetizing on your cheeks” and licked the frosting, and pecked my cheeks. I was just too stunned to speak a single word, one thing for sure I can never top seungcheol in this and he knows how to make me go crazy.

“and I love the cake, it’s just perfect. It’s more than anything I could ask for” his eyes softened, all the mischief he had on his face earlier went away and was replaced with a soft, humble and honest expression.

“I’m glad cheol, I love you so much” he kept the cake on the night stand and his fingers trailed my cheeks, he leaned in. “thankyou so much for making my days meaningful and making my birthday more meaningful than any other day. I love you more, love” and kissed me.

“I always think you’re pretty”

feat. Ayato, Scaramouche, Thoma, Kazuha

AYATO

It wasn’t too often that Ayato would get a day off, but he made sure to free up at least one day to go to the festival with you.

You couldn’t help but feel self conscious of yourself when you walked alongside him. It wasn’t that you weren’t feeling your best- quite the opposite actually. In the days leading up to tonight, Ayaka helped you pick out your outfit and accessories for tonight. And earlier in the day, she and Thoma gave you a mini makeover.

Even you had to admit that you ended up looking really nice. The two probably worked super hard to get you to look like this.

“Ayato’s gonna fall in love with you all over again,” you recall Thoma saying.

You found Ayato already waiting at the festival entrance- and your jaw almost dropped. The soft lighting from the festival, paired with the petals falling about, your boyfriend looked absolutely ethereal in your eyes.

Ayato greets you with a quick peck, his gaze growing softer by the minute.

“You look quite handsome today,” you giggle, your hands finding his to hold.

“And you look quite pretty today too, I suppose this is the work of my sister and Thoma?” he asks, lips already curling up into a smile as you nod.

“But you know,” Ayato hums, carefully brushing away a fallen petal off of your head, “I always think you’re pretty.”

Turns out you were the one falling in love with him all over again.

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I’m fine with any whether it is OT13 or any 5-6 members 🥰

svt + s/o taking off promise ring after a fight

➔ reaction || requested || domestic!au || ot13

➔ warnings: arguing mention || 354 words ➔ notes: hurt/not quite comfort, angst ; this anon requested something similar to this post by @rutowonz. since loki was directly referenced, i asked and got the okay to write this! if you liked this reaction, pls reblog for visibility! for additional context, highly recommend: svt + fighting with their s/o ➔ pt. 1 | pt. 2

the way you've been fidgeting with the ring on your finger is distracting, and as the argument continues, his gaze can't help flickering down now and then to observe what you're doing. he really hopes you don't take it off at some point. this isn't a drama, he keeps telling himself, but his worries come true and his throat closes up as you slip off the ring completely. the words die on his tongue, and you haven't even noticed, rolling the metal between your fingers. he approaches you carefully, reaching for your hands first to take the ring and put it back in place without a sound:

JEONGHAN, minghao, seungkwan

"stop that," he says suddenly, and you freeze at his tone, at the way his eyes are widened and staring at your hands, but his voice startles you. the room is silent, save for the high pitched clink of your promise ring hitting the floor, clattering a few times before rolling to a stop by his feet. he picks it up and holds it out to you, eyebrows furrowed as if asking whether you meant something by it. you didn't, you swear:

seungcheol, SOONYOUNG, mingyu

he finds your ring on the kitchen counter when he goes to get water. it's nearly 4am and you're sound asleep in the guest room, not wanting to stay in the same bed tonight, so there's no way you took it off and forgot about it...he pockets the ring, fingers curling tight around it like he's holding together the pieces of his heart. he'll sort this out with you in the morning. he doesn't want to think about what it means, but it has him tossing and turning all night:

junhui, jihoon, vernon

you approach him and wait for him to hold out a hand before dropping the promise ring into his palm. the silence is deafening. he looks at you, down at the ring, up at you again. "what're you saying?" he finally manages, though it's a hoarse whisper, more of a croak than his actual voice. please don't break his heart here:

joshua, WONWOO, seokmin, chan

i overdosed, should've known your love was a game - genshin fic

ft. childe, kazuha, scaramouche, xiao (x gn!reader)

warnings: angst, grammatical errors

summary: you fell out of love

CHILDE!

was it how this was going to end? you walking away while he stands there, trying not to feel the pain, pretending his mind isn't racing with all the moments the two of you spent together. no, he's not sad, or angry, he'll be fine. find someone else and move on with life - was that not what you told him before you dropped his heart and shattered it? he will be up in no time, days spent with someone new. someone new to talk about with his family - he'll have to explain why they don't see you anymore, of course, but his siblings will soon forget about you as kids do when they see childe with a new significant other. and as for you, well, perhaps some part of you still holds feelings for him, but you were the one who broke it off, right? why would you ever ask to get back together again, when you knew he was with someone new?

KAZUHA!

he loves you too much to not let you go. as a traveller, a wanderer, he too knows the feeling of wanting to constantly be on his feet, moving through cities and nations as he explores different places and people. that is what he sees in your eyes right now - the feeling of wanting to go, to be free from commitment of any sort. kazuha understands he's holding you back, and as much as you cry and try to explain that it's not his fault, it's yours, he can't help but feel a twinge of guilt that he's never noticed this before - that you felt trapped with him. after you leave, he decides that he won't forget you, won't stop loving you, but as you promised before the both of you part, he will be there if you ever require his help. travellers help travellers, right? he's certain the two of you will meet again someday; maybe then there may be hope for the two of you...

SCARAMOUCHE!

you expected his face to contort, expected him to get angry at you and blow up. you are scaramouche's first romantic partner after all, and you of all people know just how much control he has over his emotions. instead, his maintains a poker face throughout, dead silent. his gaze is cutting as he looks up at you, arms folded. for someone so short, he did have an intimidating aura about him. there is an awkward pause as the both of you stare at each other - yours filled with regret while his is cold. finally, he lets out a huff. "don't look at me like that," he says with a disgruntled look, shifting so that there is more distance between the two of you. "like what?" he hesitates, eyes flitting to the sides. it is unusual for him to even hesitate before speaking, but this is a habit since he started dating you - to think through his words before speaking, if only to you. you've never noticed it before, but perhaps now that you don't deserve this privilege, you take notice of it. "like you still care." and you won't tell him, or anyone, even after you've travelled far away, but you still hope that one day you will meet him again, in your travels.

XIAO!

xiao can't exactly say that this was not expected. given his role as one of liyue's protectors, and his standoffish and cold demeanour, even his own significant other would one day tire of trying to get him to open up. as you break the news to him, he stands there with the same expression as always. the giveaway as to how he truly feels is his amber eyes, which slowly loses its light as you continue. you notice this of course, and pause midway, but he urges you on. as the words tumble out faster and faster, his mind has to keep up with you in order to process and catch up with whatever you are telling him. it takes a while, really, for him to understand that you want to break up. his face falls - for a split second, you swear you can sadness flash across his eyes, but that soon goes away when he raises his head again. his features are angelic as ever, the moonlight shining on him, and you can still feel the warmth radiating off him. a moment of silence passes by - it's not awkward, or embarrassing. it's a much needed silence, just like a break in between a sentence. you take the time to catch your breath as he accepts what you've just said. it doesn't take a genius to figure out that he's probably heartbroken, and hurting, but it's all masked behind that pretty face of his. walking away, you wonder if you will ever get to see his true emotions again.

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a/n: wrote this in a rush, sorry if it's not up to your standaard

It Isn’t Love || Seungcheol || Pt. 1

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt. 4 // Pt. 5 // Pt. 6 // Pt. 7 // Pt. 8 // Pt. 9 // Pt. 10 (Final)

Word Count: 3862

Genre: fluff, angst, royalty au, arranged marriage au

Summary: In order to solidify and further prove the alliance of two kingdoms, the Choi Kingdom had decided to arrange a marriage between their kingdom and the Lee Kingdom. It was a great plan! Now, if only the two parties personally involved were willing…

Three sets of horses pulled up at the palace gates. The leader of the group, the second prince of this kingdom, pulled at the reins of his horse, halting the group as they watched a procession make its way through the gates first. He raised an eyebrow, watching in silence until he heard one of his men urging him to get off the horse. He slipped off, handing the reins to a nearby stable boy and he frowned, turning his aide-de-camp.

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— Give Us A Chance —

+ pairing: lee jihoon x female reader + genre: angst, fluff, exes to lovers, college!au + warnings: none + word count: 1.8k + requested-ish! + summary: After your roommate ditched you at a party you didn't want to be at, your only way to get home is to call someone, and that someone happens to be your ex, Jihoon. + lia's note: Hello, how are you? It has been a while since I wrote for Seventeen but I am back at it again and I hope to start writing for them more consistently again! I quite enjoyed writing this piece, it has a fluffy ending! Please, like/reblog this if you enjoy reading it and let me know your thoughts through an ask if you feel like it; I am always appreciative of your feedback! As always, happy reading!

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Coming to this party had been a mistake, one that you should have seen coming. First, you agreed to come with Wonwoo and you should have expected him to dump you at the first chance he got. You knew he didn’t do it on purpose, he just couldn’t help it. After all, you didn’t give him what he wanted. According to him, you were too boring at parties, still stuck on the past.

Thankfully, you found a way to entertain yourself. Despite not knowing most people at the party, you recognised a couple of faces from some of your university classes, and you spent the rest of your evening trying to mingle with your classmates. It was a hard task and one you grew bored with pretty quickly. Social skills weren’t properly your strength, but you didn’t consider yourself terrible at communication. Now you were rethinking that deeply.

As you crossed the living room towards the exit, you scanned the crowd around you trying to find Wonwoo. In between dancing bodies and people making out, the sea of strangers made you more frightened than excited to be here so you gave up on your mission and exited the house.

At the front door, you got your phone from your purse and, as you were about to message your roommate, you saw he had already texted you.

I left the party. I hope you can get home safely.

“He has got to be kidding me…” You said in between your teeth, staring down at your phone screen. “How am I supposed to get home now?”

This night was taking a turn for the worst and you weren’t pleased about it. You considered your options as you glanced at both sides of the empty road, wondering whether you should go left or right. However, as you focused back on your phone and scrolled through your contact list, your eyes lingered on one name in particular.

Jihoon.

You bit your lower lip, wondering why you hadn’t deleted his number yet. It had been almost a month since your last conversation when the two of you decided to break up. You still kept a light friendship and even shared a small circle of friends. However, it was obvious to you that the two of you were growing apart. After all, you both wanted to focus on your studies and careers and your relationship was getting in the way of that. At least, that’s what you told yourselves had happened.

After glancing at the time on your phone and Jihoon’s name on the screen, you concluded he was probably still awake and decided to give him a call. Your heart jumped in your chest as you waited for him to pick up and you wondered what tone his voice would have when he’d greet you on the other side. Maybe surprised or sleepy, but not happy. Would he be happy with your call this late at night?

“Y/N? Is everything all right?”

Worry. That was the tone he greeted you with. You took a deep breath, somewhat relieved.

“Hi,” you said, biting your lower lip. “I’m sorry to bother you this late in the night.”

“You never bother,” Jihoon said and you smiled to yourself, feeling your heart crush in your chest. If you never bothered, why did you break up? “I assume you need something…?”

“Am I that predictable?” He chuckled on the other side and you shook your head, focusing on why you had called him. “Can you come pick me up at a party? Wonwoo left me here and hm… I have no way to get home.”

You started to pace around the road, the music still blasting on the house near you, but not loud enough to take over your conversation with Jihoon. When his answer didn’t come right away, you convinced yourself that he would say no to your request. This had been foolish on your part and you knew it. He was probably busy at the time, or maybe on a date with someone new. You should have called someone else.

“Text me the address and I’ll pick you up,” he said softly and you massaged your temples. “It might take me a while to get there, though…”

“I’ll wait.” You smiled to yourself. “Thank you, Jihoon.”

“Anytime.”

After hanging up the call, you leaned on one of the cars nearby, scrolling through your social media to distract yourself as you waited for Jihoon to arrive. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for him to show up and stop his car in a nearby spot.

You waved at him and started to make your way towards his car. Jihoon turned the light inside the car on and, for the first time in a while, you saw him in person.

Your smile was shy, a gesture he reciprocated when he got out of the car, shoving his hands inside of his denim jacket’s pockets. His eyes scanned your figure from your feet to your head and, when your eyes met, he bit his lower lip, messing up his hair as he looked away. It had gotten longer since the last time you saw him. You couldn’t help but think how it suited him.

After exchanging a few polite words, Jihoon invited you into his car and started driving you home.

You kept your eyes on the darkness outside, oftentimes interrupted by a bright streetlight illuminating the road and some of the pavement nearby. The music playing in Jihoon’s car was at a low volume but you quickly understood he was the one singing these songs.

“These are new,” you said after not recognising the lyrics or melodies to any of them. “You’re working on a new mixtape?”

“Kind of…” He sighed and turned off the speakers on the radio. “I’m just testing some new techniques I’ve learned. They’re not good enough for a mixtape…”

You rolled your eyes and turned on the radio again, leaning back on your car seat. Jihoon looked at you through the rearview mirror briefly and you shrugged, gesturing to the radio.

“Let it play, still. I’m sure they’re good, Jihoon.”

After all, Jihoon was an extremely talented producer and lyricist, something that even his professors and classmates recognised easily. He struggled to recognise his talent but you never shied away from letting him know how good he was at it. And you weren’t starting to do that now.

When you finally arrived near your apartment complex, Jihoon stopped his car and turned off the engine, removing his seatbelt. You did the same and stayed inside the car as the songs continued to play, stuck between a desire to enjoy them and the need to analyse their lyrics.

The same way you never shied away from showering Jihoon with compliments, he never shied away from expressing his emotions in the songs he created. It was through a song he came to terms with his feelings for you. It was through his song you realised your feelings for him were reciprocated.

However, the song playing wasn’t about love or someone special. This time it was about regret, a choice he wanted to take back, a change he wanted to make.

If I asked you to go back, would you go back with me?

If it wasn’t for the pain in his voice as he sang it, you would have probably ignored it. If it wasn’t for the same question taunting your mind, you would have moved past it. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were alone with him, you would have kept all of this to yourself. But you couldn’t. Not when you knew you weren’t the only one suffering.

“Do you regret it?” You turned so you could look at him better. “Our breakup, that is. Do you regret that?”

Jihoon pursed his lips and turned off the radio again. He kept his eyes on the buildings outside of the car and opened his window allowing the night breeze to greet you inside. You glanced at your hands resting in your lap and gulped. That had been a foolish question. Of course, he didn’t regret it.

“I do.” He chuckled. “There hasn’t been a day where I don’t think about it, you know? Were we making the right decision, had we truly given it our all? I think about those things often.” He sighed and glanced at you sadly. “I think about how you feel about it too. Do you… regret it? Would you be willing to give us a chance again?”

You struggled with your words, not because you didn’t know what to say, but because you wanted to say it all at once. How much you missed him, how much you regretted it, how much you still loved him. You wanted to tell him that you thought about him often, that you wondered if his heart ached for you the way yours ached for him. And yet, no words were able to encompass all of that.

The louder the feelings, the hardest it is to express them.

“I regret it too,” you said as your voice failed you, your emotions taking over. Your heart was erratic in your chest and your breathing frail. “I… do think it was important, though. For me, at least.” You reached your hand and grabbed his in yours, running your thumb over his palm. “It made me realise how much I care for you, how much I love you. I am stuck between moving on from you and… giving us a chance again.”

You wanted to believe he wanted it too. After everything, you wanted to give this relationship a second try. It could all lead to heartbreak again, but you wanted to believe it wouldn’t. Your time apart taught you a lot about yourself and about what you wanted in a relationship. And in all of those relationship scenarios that greeted your thoughts whenever you were alone, Jihoon was there.

He was the one you wanted to be with, he was the one you wanted to love.

Jihoon’s hand found your chin and he lifted it slightly so you could look at him in the eyes. Under the night lights, he looked ethereal, his beauty was unmatched. His gaze carried so much hope and his smile so much happiness, that all your worries melted away and you couldn’t help but smile at him too.

“Let’s try again,” he said, as his eyes scanned your features one by one, slowly leaning closer to you. “Let’s learn from our past mistakes and be better to one another too.”

His lips brushed against yours and you sighed, closing your eyes. When your hand found the back of his neck and he kissed you, you couldn’t help but smile at yourself.

You missed this. You missed him. And right now, you wouldn’t let him go.

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