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Something to Believe In: Prologue Part One
Pairing: n/a, this section will just be a backstory for newsie!reader.
Prompt: Newsies inspired Seventeen fic
Warnings: Implications of child labor and unsafe/unfair working conditions. All is safe during the time of the fic though.
Release Date: August 30, 2024
Summary:
It’s 1899 after the infamous Newsboys’ Strike in which Newsies of New York City successfully negotiated fair prices of newspapers. Tensions have finally ceased between the higher ups of the newspaper company, The New York World, and the lower employees, the Newsies, who work for them selling newspapers all across the city. You’re the leader of a smaller newspaper printing company based in Gramercy selling newspapers for the Gramercy Gazette. You love your job there but since the big strike, smaller newspaper companies are combining with bigger ones like The New York World, and you fear you might have to change neighborhoods soon. Still, you continue to lead your group of newsies and do the best to protect them out on the streets of New York City.
Prologue Part One: Another Day Carryin' the Banner
You woke up on your cot to the sound of distant church bells chiming. Being a light sleeper, you always woke up to the first church bells of the day. The sun had barely started to show its bright rays for the day but a bluish hue lit up the room. As your eyes adjusted, you could see everyone else sleeping in the close quarters you all shared. Next to you were three of your closest friends, all cuddled up in a singular bed meant to fit only one of them. No matter how uncomfortable it got, they refused to sleep anywhere else, loving the comfort that closeness offered them. A little further away, sleeping atop some blankets set atop the hard wooden floor, were some of the newer folks who joined us right after the big strike in hopes of a place with better working conditions than the factories from which they came. Against the wall, you spotted the youngest of your group, snoring loudly. She was cute as a button, only 6 years old, but was a natural at sellin’ papes. Whether they’d been there as long as you, or had just started yesterday, you considered all of them your family. You considered all Newsies to be your family but these ones was special. You’d never had anyone else to call family for as long as you could remember so you considered the Newsies yours. You didn’t care who they were or where they came from. You were just there to sell papes and be there for them. Help ‘em out whenever they need it. And stand up for them if necessary.
You sat up on your cot, dangling your feet off so they touched the floor, and stretched your arms up to the ceiling. Another day of work and everyone was counting on you to wake them up.
“Alright Newsies, let’s go! Another day, another dollar! Winks! Peggy! Laces! I know you three bums want an extra 5 minutes of sleep but not today!” you called out to all your Newsies. “Gramercy is gonna be awake soon so we better get a move on!”
You always made sure to keep your neck of the woods on a tight schedule. That way you could always be on time to pick up your papes as soon as they were released from the Gramercy Gazette, or the GG as you called it, and you could beat the other boroughs to the streets to make your coin. As long as you kept to a schedule and made sure that the GG was making plenty of money to stay in business, you could ensure you are being the best leader of the Gramercy Newsies that you could possibly be. You’d worked your way up in the ranks since you started with the GG and you’d finally made it to the top… the top of the Newsie ranks, that is. But you were happy with that… for now.
Everyone started getting up and going about their morning routines, some bathing in tin wash basins, others shaving their faces, others braiding their hair up and out of their faces. You made your way out to the fire escape where you’d hung your clothes to dry the day before and grabbed a pair of trousers and a shirt. You put them on and then laced up your boots and put on your cap, backwards like you always wore it. After a little while longer, everyone else was ready to go too, and you led them all downstairs to the printing facilities to buy the day’s papes.
Another day carryin’ the banner. With the big election coming up, you expected the papes to be full of political news stories- a topic that was thankfully more appealing than the trolley strike from a few weeks back. You quickly scanned the front of the paper and confirmed that it was some news story about a local politician trying to make his way up in the ranks and instructed everyone else to buy extra papes for the day, knowing they’d sell them easily. You’d begged one of the other newsies to teach you to read and write when you were younger- skills that most newsies did not possess- thinking that it might help you in the future. Evidently, that was a smart move. Now as their leader, you could advise the other newsies on how many papes they should buy, depending on the story on the front page. Even after the strike, knowing the GG would buy the papes back that weren’t sold, it was more of a convenience thing than anything, especially for those who were younger.
You stepped up to the newspaper distribution window first and were faced with Mr. Dimer, a kind, older gentleman who sold you your newspapers every day.
“Right on time, y/n,” he grinned. “I can always count on you for that.”
“I’d never be late for you, Mr. Dimer,” you smirked.
“And you can always count on me to make sure you all start your day on a full stomach,” he said, pulling out a basket of apples from behind the counter and setting them in front of you. “Pass these out, kid.”
“Mr. Dimer, you really didn’t have to…” you say, though you knew the old man would always buy you and the other newsies whatever you needed.
“Take them, I insist!” he told you with a smile.
“Thank you,” you said, nodding your head and taking the basket. You instructed the other newsies to start handing them out while you fished in your pocket for some coins. You set a few on the counter, “I’ll take five stacks please.”
He took the coins and gave you five bundles of newspapers but you noticed a sad look in his eyes. Your eyebrows furrowed.
“What’s the matter, eh?” you asked him quietly, leaning in so that the others couldn’t hear you.
“I’m not supposed to say anything, but you know I love you kids. I just can’t keep anything from you,” he told you.
“What’s the problem? Whatever it is, we can fix it. It’ll be fine,” I assured us both.
“I’m sure you heard about it by now, kid, but since the strike, tons of newspaper companies are getting taken over by The New York World and-”
“What are you saying? Gramercy’s getting taken over by them too? We’ll still be okay though, right?”
“I’m afraid this would mean the end of the Gramercy Gazette,” he told you solemnly.
“What…?” was all that came out. Your mind became overloaded with concern. “What does that mean for us?”
“Well, on the bright side, you kids will have it easy. You just need to get a job in a different borough. Say, I know a couple a guys in Brooklyn! We could help set ya up there in no time,” Mr. Dimer suggested.
“I don’t wanna go to Brooklyn, I wanna stay here,” you told him, sternly.
“You can stay here but you’ll be out of work with the GG. Your best bet is to get on the good side of the leader of a different borough and try to get everyone to transfer with you,” he sighed. “I’m so sorry, kid. I know how much this job means to you.”
You sighed, thinking of how hard you had all worked for the GG. Surely this couldn’t be the fault of you and your newsies. You and the others worked so hard and you were certain you did well at your job. This had to be a problem with the higher ups.
“How long do we have left here? How long until Gramercy is shut down?” you asked.
Mr. Dimer, look away from you, not wanting to meet your gaze, “You have until the end of this week.”
Author's Note:
If you made it this far, I want to thank you!! I'm going to be completely honest, this part will probably be the most boring of all of them but I needed to set the story up somehow for my own sanity lol. I gotta get my ducks in a row when I'm writing ya know? Anyway, I will hopefully update soon so I hope you stick around or maybe you would rather come back in a little while after the fic is complete. It's all the same to me. Thanks again and I'll talk to you in the next one! :)
Something to Believe In: Prologue Part Two
Pairing: n/a, this section will just be a backstory for newsie!reader.
Prompt: Newsies inspired Seventeen fic
Warnings: Violence and bullying.
Release Date: September 19, 2024
Summary:
You find yourself out of work and are looking to secure a new job working as a newsie for the largest newspaper printing company in the city: The New York World. Daunting as that might be, you head to Newsies Square early to beat the other newsies to the stand to buy papes and hopefully impress them. However, luck is not on your side and your day ends up quite differently than you planned...
Prologue Part Two: Welcome to Newsies Square
You tread across the cobblestone path as you clung to a small bag thrown over your shoulder. In it, a collection of your personal belongings that you decided to take with you. The rest, you’d given to the other newsies who seemed to need it more than you. An old slingshot that you enjoyed when you were younger but no longer found use of, you’d given to your youngest, hoping she’d enjoy it just as much as you had. A couple of articles of clothing that no longer fit you, you’d given to some of the others who were a bit smaller than you, and they’d repurposed their old clothes to those who were smaller than them too. It was something you’d always instructed everyone to do, to make the best use of your resources, but it was especially important now that you wouldn’t have each other to rely on anymore.
You ensured everyone found a new job before the GG was shut down, whether that was as a newsie working for a different company, in a factory, as a shoe shiner, or something else of that nature. You needed to make sure your people were safe and taken care of. So much so that you’d barely thought about yourself. You’d saved up enough money to survive a couple of weeks on your own but you didn’t want to spend those weeks by yourself on the streets. You needed to find work fast which is why you found yourself in this particular part of town, staring up at The New York World Building.
It was the tallest of a couple of structures that were responsible for writing and printing the most popular selling newspaper in the whole city. If you had your choice, you’d love to take a shot at writing for them, but you know they’d never let you with your lack of experience. You’d never written like that for anything. You’d only ever written short stories in a journal you kept, occasionally reading them to the younger newsies as bedtime stories. Though you lacked experience, your stories had gotten good reviews, even from a couple of the older ones who swore they were only listening because it was impossible to turn off their ears.
The place you stood in now was entirely different from Gramercy. You were only used to your small group, your tight knit family who hardly left your side. Gramercy was quiet, full of trees and nature; your little peaceful oasis away from the rest of the city. Now you were surrounded by skyscrapers and you felt an unmatched energy all around. You could picture these streets during the day, flooded with newsies, as they would be within the hour, you were sure. However, you’d gotten there early, before anyone else in fact. You knew with there being so many newsies living around these parts that it was the only way you could make your coin for the day.
You managed to find the window where the papes for The World were sold and were greeted with a middle aged man who flashed you a smile. He smoked a cigar as he counted a couple stacks of coins before him.
“Tough morning, kid?” he asked, looking you over.
“Not particularly…” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows and fishing in your pocket for your coins. “I’ll take five stacks of papes.”
“We don’t got five stacks,” he told you, taking a puff on his cigar.
“How long until you get the papes for the day?” you asked, not wanting to be caught up here for the whole morning. Surely The World was just finishing up their printing for the morning and the papes would be released any moment. No one could afford being late in this business. If the papes weren’t released to the newsies at first light, then the newsies wouldn’t be able to sell them to anyone on their way to work, and The World wouldn’t make any money. And one thing was for sure, you were never late.
“You’re about an hour too late,” he told you.
You stared at him in disbelief. You had gotten up extra early that morning so you could be certain you would get to the news stand before everyone else. You knew you needed to buy my papes and beat them to the streets so you could make your keep today and prove to the Manhattan newsies that you would make a good addition to the team. Now that plan was ruined but there was still plenty of the day left to make decent coin.
“I’ll take whatever you have left,” you told the man. He promptly slammed one stack of papes on the counter and you sighed. Then you paid him and left the news stand.
You made your way out of Newsie Square and took to the streets of the city, taking a quick look at the headline at the top of the news. It was another political story, which luckily everyone wanted to read about. You quickly thought of a much more interesting headline than the one that was written and began shouting “Political Brawl in Queens!” to try to catch the attention of anyone passing by. You managed to catch the attention of a couple individuals, selling them papes and moving on down the street.
As you continued shouting, you were approached by two younger gentlemen, both dressed in matching bowler hats.
“You look lost, kid,” one of them said to you with a snide smirk on his face.
You looked up at them. You were not in the mood to play games with men like this. “Do you boys wanna buy papes or can I be on my way?”
“Don’t you newsies usually travel together? Ya know, to keep each other out of trouble?” the other man said, crossing his arms.
“And to protect the weaklings…” the first man frowned, mocking a pout. “Just in case something like this happens!”
Suddenly, he slapped the stack of newspapers you were carrying out of your hands and onto the ground. And of course with your luck, they landed scattered across a mud puddle. The two men laughed and you glared at them.
“What are you going to do? Cry about it?” the second one cackled.
You needed to escape these schmucks as soon as possible and you knew what you needed to do. While the one man was cackling you stamped as hard as you could on his foot. He screamed in agony and awkwardly hopped away on one foot. As the other man approached you, you spit directly in his face as a diversion and started running in the opposite direction.
However, as soon as you turned around you ran face first into someone’s chest. The force knocked you back onto the ground and you landed right in the mud, with the two men not far behind you now.
“Are you alright?”
Whoever you had just bumped full force into extended a hand in your direction. When you looked up, you saw a young man, dark eyebrows furrowed with concern. He wore a white tank top that clung tightly to his skin, leaving his arms out on full display. His tan trousers hugged his thighs and were held up by a pair of suspenders. And atop his dark hair sat a tan newsie cap. A couple of other young men stood behind him, their outfits similar to his.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied, taking his hand and allowing you to pull him up with ease.
“Good,” he said, then he stepped to the side to face the two men who had been bothering you. “Well if it isn’t the Delancey Brothers. I knew I smelled an unpleasant aroma. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you boys to leave my newsies alone.”
“Well your newsie was sellin’ us a fake headline,” one of the men said, glaring at you.
The newsie looked at you. “Is that true?”
“‘Course not. I only glorify the headline, like every other newsie. I don’t make up entirely new stories,” you told him.
“Ya heard it here boys. Us newsies only speak the truth! Now why don’t you go and find a real job instead of botherin’ us folks? Must be hard for you now that everyone knows you got fired from The World,” the newsie said with a smirk.
One of the men suddenly pushed the newsie back a few steps but he held his ground. He was much bigger than both of the men.
The newsie chuckled, “C’mon Oscar, is that really the best you’ve got?”
The man, Oscar, came at the newsie again, but this time he was prepared. He sidestepped and Oscar flew forward, losing his balance. On his way toward you, you managed to trip him and he fell onto the ground, face first into the mud.
The other man swung at the newsie but he caught his hand, skillfully twisting his arm behind his back and locking him in place.
“If I ever find you messing with my newsies again, there will be no place in this entire city where you’ll be able to show your face again and not end up with it unrecognizably smashed into the pavement. Have I made myself clear?” the newsie growled at them.
After confirming that they understood, he let both of them go, watching as they did, making sure they didn’t come back. You finally got a chance to clearly observe all of the newsies before you. These were the newsies from the center of the Manhattan borough. They were tough, there’s no doubt about that, but not nearly as tough as the Brooklyn newsies. It’s safe to say that everyone felt a little uneasy when it came to the Brooklyn newsies. But you knew these Manhattan newsies were no joke either. These were the ones who were responsible for the start of the strike about a month ago now. These were the ones who took charge and created their own union, demanding fair working conditions from the chief editor and publisher of The World: Joseph Pulitzer. It’s thanks to these newsies in particular that all of us have those fair working conditions now and it’s thanks to them that we’re not just looked over as if we were scum. All newsies owe it to them, which is why you felt a bit anxious standing there as they all perceived you.
“I was doing just fine on my own-” you began turning to face the newsie who was seemingly the leader of their group.
“Fine, I’ll watch the Delancey Brothers ruin your pretty mug next time,” he spat.
“You didn’t let me finish,” you said to him, deciding to disregard the fact that he just called you ‘pretty.’ “I was doing just fine on my own but I’m glad you were there to help me stop them. And don’t let that get to your head.”
“Too late,” you heard one of the other newsies call out, though you weren’t sure which one.
“They call me Coups… Leader of the Manhattan borough.”
“I’m y/n, leader of- Well I used to be the leader of the Gramercy Newsies. We just got shut down a few days ago which is how I found myself here,” you explained.
“So now you wanna work for The World?”
“Listen, I loved working for a company like the Gramercy Gazette but I can’t take that chance anymore with all these smaller companies getting shut down,” you told him.
“Can I ask you somethin’?”
“Shoot.”
“Why be a newsie?” Coups asked. “There’s plenty of other jobs in the city. Prob’ly better payin’ ones too. Why spend your time sellin’ papes?”
You’d never thought about it before. You just did the job because that’s all you’d ever done. Of course you’d grown to love what you do… but why?
“I suppose… I suppose it’s ‘cause I like stories. I like to know what’s going on in the world and I like reading about it. I think there’s a lot to learn from reading the news, and reading in general. Everyone deserves to know what’s going on in the world and everyone should stay updated when it comes to the news. Not saying the news is completely factual, but staying updated on the news unifies the world a little by little each day. It brings us together. And I like to be one of the many people helping to get that news out there.”
Coups looked you up and down, then looked around as the other Manhattan newsies.
“I like that answer, y/n. It will be good to have someone like you on the team who cares about this job as much as the rest of us do,” Coups smiled at you. “Now why don’t you stick with us for the rest of the day. I’m sure you could use a couple people on your side right about now.”
He raised his hand to his mouth, spit in it, and offered a handshake.
“Friends?”
You hesitated but after he assured you that “it’s just business,” you did the same, spitting in your hand and shaking his.
Author's Note:
Okay part 2 is finally done and thank you for reading it! I think this part of the story was a lot more interesting than part 1 and it's only going to get more interesting from here. Finally some of the boys have been introduced AND Scoups got in a little fight for you hehe. Can you tell I'm blushing through the screen? Of course I had to include the Delancey Brothers and if you're a Newsies fan you'll get it! I should be getting out part 3 a lot faster than I got out part 2; my life has been a little crazy over these past few weeks. Hopefully you'll stick around to see where this story goes! Thanks again and I'll see ya in the next one! :)
꒰ྀི YOU, ME & SUNSET
pairings: hyung line x reader
warning: none
a/n: hi hii! im finally free (i think) & ill try upload more~ also pictures are from their insta! (except scoups + woozi)
wonwoo bf texts please? 🥺
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pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader
warnings: none
a/n: hii anonie and ofc :D! also a bit gaming buddies to lovers💥
secret love
how long can your boyfriend keep you a secret?
full fluff, wonwoo x reader
secretboyfriend!wonwoo who denies your dating allegations and then comes home profusely apologizing, saying he would tell the world if he could
secretboyfriend!wonwoo who tries to discreetly link your pinkies together if you’re walking through a crowded area
secretboyfriend!wonwoo who tells his bandmates you’re ‘just friends’ but they can tell that its way more than that
secretboyfriend!wonwoo who screenshots your instagram posts and sends it back to you, using your message thread like his own personal comment section
secretboyfriend!wonwoo who makes romantic dates in the privacy of your own home, promising that one day you’ll be able to have a date in public
secretboyfriend!wonwoo whose eyes always end up searching for yours in a crowd, feeling at peace whenever you make eye contact
secretboyfriend!wonwoo who is getting sick of having to sneak around and keep you a secret
secretboyfriend!wonwoo who badgers his company to allow you guys to go public with your relationship
notsosecretboyfriend!wonwoo who starts holding your hand in public
notsosecretboyfriend!wonwoo who finally starts commenting on your posts publically
notsosecretboyfriend!wonwoo who yells off a rooftop that he loves you, his version of telling the world
notsosecretboyfriend!wonwoo who tells his bandmates that you’re dating, expecting shocked reactions but getting ‘yeah we can tell’
notsosecretboyfriend!wonwoo who finally takes you on a picnic date in public, kissing your cheeks and not caring about the camera flashes that he can hear in the background
boyfriend!wonwoo who confirms your dating rumors
boyfriend!wonwoo who finally gets to tell the world how much you mean to him
word count: 623 ㅣ warnings: brief violence, mention of virginity and corruption but no sexual content, mention of religion and strict parents
Wonwoo as your small religious town's bad boy who is a total dick to anyone that isn’t you- the only girl in the entire town that doesn’t look down on him and act like they’re better than he is- the only person who doesn’t shame him for what he is or does.
You’ve been sheltered your whole life and your parents make it a point to keep you under a strong lock and key. And now that you’re an adult, that innocence carries over.
Being probably the only adult virgin in your entire town is, well, kind of embarrassing, but virginity is just a social construct anyways.
Everyone thinks that Wonwoo just wants you for himself- to corrupt you and take your innocence away. But in truth, all he wants is to protect the only thing that never made him feel like he wasn’t good enough. He doesn’t even think about you in a perverted way! If anything, it’s everyone else who wants to take that innocence away from you.
You’re, quite literally, the only good thing Wonwoo has in his life. Why would he want to ruin that?
One day, you’re having some trouble with a guy that won’t leave you alone. Wonwoo’s seen him around with you before, never thinking much of it because the guy would always leave you without any trouble.
This time, though, Wonwoo sees him grab your arm and pull you back to him. And when he sees the look of sheer panic on your face (perhaps from something he had said), Wonwoo’s on him in an instant.
Wonwoo roughly grabs the man by the back of his shirt and yanks him awake from you. When the hand holding your arm lets go, Wonwoo pulls his fist back and then collides it with the guy's face, a loud crunching noise echoing around the two of you.
Passerbys gasp at the scene, an older gentleman comes up and pulls Wonwoo off the guy, yelling at him and calling him names. You run straight into his arms. They circle around your back, holding you close to his chest.
“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” He asks, softly.
You shake your head. “No. He told me that I need to stay away from you, that you’re ‘no good for someone like me’. Completely trash talking you. When I told him to screw off and went to walk away, he grabbed me and that’s when you came in. I’m okay, it just scared me.” Your voice is kind of muffled by his jacket, keeping your face in his chest and taking deep breaths to calm yourself.
Everyone watches you in disappointment- disappointed that you’re gullible and naive enough to believe he’s not a bad guy.
Wonwoo pulls you away from the scene, the guy now standing up and holding his broken nose. “Pay back’s a bitch, Jeon!” He calls out to Wonwoo.
He ignores him, but you turn around and flip him the bird- something that makes Wonwoo burst out laughing. “That’s so unlike you.” He tells you, his arm around your shoulder as he guides you to where his bike is.
“He deserves it.” You say back to him.
When you make it his bike, Wonwoo lets go of you so he can put his helmet on you. It’s way too big, falling a bit forward from the extra space that your head doesn’t take up. He pulls the visor up and you pout, holding it in place so that you can see properly out of it. “My head is too small.”
Wonwoo chuckles and kisses the tip of your nose, leaving you a blushing mess. “I guess we’ll just have to get you one of your own, huh?”
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Back at it again but with Wonwoo (aka loml number 2)
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☆ wonwoo x gn!reader — warnings: mentions of nausea
just wonwoo being completely whipped for his s/o <3
if there’s one thing both wonwoo and you are grateful for, it’s your ability to sleep with noise around.
the clock on your right is displaying 1am, and the last time wonwoo got up from his gaming chair was two hours ago, to bring you a glass of water and kiss you goodnight.
it hadn’t been hard to fall asleep, relaxed by the steady clicks of his fingers on the keyboard and the occasional whirring of the hard drive. but a queasiness seemed to have settled in your stomach, making it much harder to stay asleep.
without even looking at him, you know wonwoo has his headphones on. it’s no use trying to call him, and standing up seems a little too risky right now. with a heavy sigh, you turn to your side to at least catch a glimpse of his focused face and occasional nose scrunches.
“is everything ok?” he asks just a few seconds later, snapping a quick glance at you before looking back at his screen.
“i- how did you know i’m awake?” you ask, and immediately notice how talking makes your nausea feel worse.
with a frown, you put a hand on your stomach, tracing circles on your skin in hope it might make a difference.
“i know everything” wonwoo smiles, still focused on his game. “are you okay?”
“i’m not feeling so good” you reply, trying your best to be loud enough for him to hear you.
and he apparently does, since he lets his headphones rest on his shoulders as he slightly spins his chair to face you. with a worried look, wonwoo silently offers you to come sit on his lap like you often do, sometimes for no particular reason.
you’re quick to reply with a slight shake of your head, your face twisted in an uneasy expression. that’s how he knows you really aren’t feeling well, because you usually never decline this kind of offer.
“need some water? a pill? …me?” he asks, sitting on the edge of the bed after turning his computer off.
in lieu of an actual answer, you simply grab his t-shirt to pull him to bed, making him chuckle in surprise. and the sounds you hear next are more than familiar: him taking his glasses off, folding the arms and gently putting them on the nightstand.
your face is now inches apart from his chest, and you let out a content sigh as his reassuring smell envelops you in a tight hug.
“can i?” he whispers, his fingers slowly lifting the cloth of your t-shirt (well, his t-shirt actually).
you nod, and he lets his hand find its way to your stomach, careful as if you were made of glass. his palm covers much more surface than yours, especially as he starts to rub your skin in slow circles.
“this feels nice” you hum, lulled by the steady lifts of his chest with every breath he takes. “i feel sleepy again.”
“good. try to get some rest baby, i’m not going anywhere” he whispers again, kissing the crown of your head.
wonwoo had not always been one to openly express physical affection, which was okay with you. but the more nights you spent in his company, the more he offered to cuddle you to sleep. and it was often in the early hours of the morning, when you woke up with your limbs intertwined, that you realized just how much you meant to him.
“but what about your game?” you ask, looking up at him in an attempt to make out his features. “you were close to winning, weren’t you?”
hearing those words, wonwoo lifts his free hand to the side of your face, tracing a gentle line along your cheek. it that moment, it feels as if the room is filled with the warmth of his affection.
“i’m pretty sure i already won” he replies, kissing the tip of your nose, an evident smile in his voice.
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around | j.ww
pairing: wonwoo x reader,mentions of joshua x reader
summary: sure,it was hard moving on from joshua,but hey! now you have wonwoo.
warnings:none!
genre:a little angst in the beginning but progressively fluffy
note: this is practically a part 2 to la la lost you,but you don’t need to read it to understand the story,enjoy reading!!
you love me with your bones
You hold me when I’m broke
You don’t ask for a thing
Oh, I hope it’s you they put me in the ground by
as far you’ve been in this relationship with wonwoo,you would say that he’s anything anyone could ask for.he’s one of the gentlest souls you know.he had accepted you for who you were,even if you were a mess.he never said anything in return.
when you had just called things off with joshua and were crying your eyes off? wonwoo had comforted you with kind words,he was there to wipe your tears.when you apologised for crying too much and promised to help him with anything in return,he had just brushed it off saying that it was no problem and his job as a decent person to be there for you.
wonwoo loved you for whoever you are,and whoever you wanted to be.in moments where you were happy, wonwoo would feel joyous too.he had always put you first throughout times,and you loved him for that.it felt..nice that you mattered to him.you hope that you would always be by his side.
Know where I’ve been, where I’m from
You know who took me to prom
You’ve watched as my legs and pride grew taller
Oh, I wanna be the one you call drunk
wonwoo and you go way back,like waaaaay back. in fact,you were childhood friends.you had befriended him since what..elementary school? you had watched each other grow taller,it was mostly him though because you stayed at the same height ever since you hit fourteen.
even throughout highschool,wonwoo was still there! there were so many memories with him,reading in the library novels you recommended to each other, copying each other’s homework,although it was mostly you,and prom.
you didn’t spend prom with wonwoo though,in fact in you went to prom with joshua.he knew you had the biggest crush on him since forever! he admitted that he was kinda bummed out you didn’t go to prom with him,but it didn’t matter now did it?
as time goes on,you find yourself to be even more attached to wonwoo than you are.he’s been someone you could tell anything to and someone you can rely on.you hope you can continue being the same type of person for him.
Oh, I know that we march to the beat of different drums
We’re still so damn young
In and out of believing in love
wonwoo and you are like two different people,you two were polar opposites.if wonwoo was described to be as cold as winter,you were warm like summer. he was as silent,you were loud.even though you two had drastic differences,your two personalities had complimented each other,making a perfect pair.
you would like to believe that love comes and goes. love had came to you in many forms,some of them hurting while the others made you feel all giddy,at one point you even stopped believing in love.now though,you think love came in the form of wonwoo.
as you two progressively continue aging into adulthood,you’ve discovered so many things with him.there was you two panicking over how to pay electricity bills when you first moved in with each other from living with your parents’ house,learning how to cook yet almost ending your lives because you started a fire,the point is that there were many things.
maybe people would write these off as little moments in your relationship,but to you it meant so much.in these moments you’ve spent with him just doing normal things anyone would do,it makes you fall in love with him even more.
Round and round we go
So much I don’t know
But even though this ain’t pretty and simple like a bed of roses
‘least I know my hope is
That you stick around ’til the end
'cause you’re my best friend
people knew how much you were whipped for wonwoo.they saw how you looked at each other with hearts shimmering in your eyes,the way he always watches over you when you were doing mundane things,as if he was a guardian angel,it was a heart fluttering level of sweetness to some,but to others it was as if they were watching a drama filled with cliches.
you honestly could care less about what they say,after all you were the one in the relationship,not them.it was a whole different relationship that you had with joshua.it felt so different compared to all of your previous relationships,it felt so loving.
even though you had been together for such a long time,there were still many things you were yet to do with wonwoo,and you’d be very excited to experience it with him.he’s your best friend and your lover after all,and you’d always treasure him.
cherry blossom | j.wonwoo
synopsis :where wonwoo and you travel back to changwon to experience the cherry blossom festival.
warnings : none
genre : fluff but a tiny little bit of angst
pairing: wonwoo x reader (gn),reader pining after wonwoo
“the weather seems to be lovely today don’t you think?” he asks.his voice held excitement,and his face held a smile when you turned to look at him.he was fastening his seatbelt,then trying to start the engine of the car.unbeknownst to him,even the most mundane things he did caused your poor stomach to erupt with swarms of butterflies and your heart to race for speeds that were unmatched.it was laughable to you.“yeah,i’m excited for the things we’re gonna do once we reach there,”you state.you leaned your head against the soft head rest while stifling a giggle.he turned his head to look and you and raised his brow confused.“well,we do the same things every year,i don’t know how you still have the excitement to do everything,” he sighs.he then lets out a soft laugh while beginning to drive the car.
“well,i’ve missed home a lot.and plus,we get to go the cherry blossom festival again”you excitedly exclaim.wonwoo shaked his head while continuing to laugh,you always were the positive one out of the pair,while wonwoo wasn’t necessarily pessimistic,but he was rather realistic.where were the two of you off to? to the airport about to take a flight to the place where the both of you grew up in,changwon.it was the holidays,so as usual your best friend and you decided to go home after being in seoul studying in university for the majority of the year.
every year changwon also held a cherry blossom festival.it was to celebrate the cherry blossom trees blooming,of course.wonwoo and you made it a tradition to visit the festival every year every since you were in little children.everyone hyped up the blush-coloured petals blooming and falling from those trees with their beliefs that it’ll create romantic or breathtaking scenarios in their life,and you didn’t lie if you wish that could happen to you with wonwoo but sadly your luck was never good.your relationship with wonwoo had always been a weird thing.growing up as best friends,you’ve never believed that you would see wonwoo as someone you’d catch feelings for.it wasn’t until sophomore year of highschool you realised your feelings for the boy,and now you were in your second year of university still lovesick with your bestfriend.
it didn’t help that wonwoo was also being so damn boyfriend material-ish.on days that you were feeling a little bummed,wonwoo would be there to make you a meal so he knew you ate and he’d be the absolute gentlest person while talking to you about your problems and damn,his hugs were heavenly.it was like taking crack but better,not that you have ever done crack though.it’s so annoying how the universe blessed you with practically everyone’s dream boy then you were just…you.deciding to push your thoughts away,you chose to enjoy the car ride.your eyes started to feel tired and flutter,maybe a little nap would help you push your thoughts aside.
wonwoo had been focusing on the road for some time but when he heard soft snoring from his side,he turned to look at you..the expression on your face was so serene, ‘you must’ve been enjoying your nap’ wonwoo thinks to himself.he smiled to himself,you always looked so adorable when you were fast asleep,not that he would ever have the guts tell you though.
the reving of an engine coming to a silence is what brought you to wake up from your nap.your eyes opened to see that you were in the familiar parking lot of the airport.you must’ve already arrived.you turned your view to wonwoo to see him staring back at you.he smiles out of relief and begins,“i was about to wake you up coincidentally,we should get out of the car now.” he said.you stretched your arms before unbuckling the seatbelt.you turned your head to see that wonwoo had already exited the car so you hurriedly followed along.
the car door was shut closed as you brought your feet to the car boot where wonwoo was lifting out your bags,you smiled to yourself and began to help him before he pulled the bags you were gripping out of your hands.wonwoo had simply tsked and said, “you should leave this all to me you know,” you sighed deciding to just follow by what he said, he could be really stubborn at times so it was better to not say anything.
you waited until wonwoo had finished lifting up the bags.once he was,you held a few of them in your hand so he didn’t have to worry about all of them. “you ready to go?” you asked.wonwoo hummed in return and started walking with you trailing behind. wonwoo then looked behind you to make sure that you were following him,he smiled when you looked at him and proceeded to continue walking into the doors of the airport.
“passport?”
“yep,im holding it right in my hand,woo.”
“identification card?”
“in my purse.”
“purse?”
“its right in front of your eyes in my hands jeon wonwoo,stop worrying about me okay?” you exasperated.the both of you were in the plane sitting right next to each other. wonwoo had decided to check if you had everything with you with the reasoning that ‘you were forgetful and tend to let things slip from your mind’.you found it a little endearing but wonwoo could sometimes be a worry wart.wonwoo sighed in return.“okay,i was just scared you’d forget okay?you’re kinda stupid sometimes” he said with a sly smile
“i don’t know if i should be offended when you forgot to bring your own wallet to a café that one time we went out for lunch” you said with a smirk while leaning your head on his shoulder.wonwoo just sighed while opening his mouth to retaliate but was interrupted by the pilot who started speaking over the intercom asking the passengers to prepare for the departure of the aeroplane.wonwoo had slinked his hand over your shoulder and patting it. “we’re gonna need all the rest we can get so we can adventure the city again and see the cherry blossom festival like we always do,get some rest okay?goodnight stupid”he whispered.that made your heart race at the speed of light and your cheeks heat up.you batted your eye at him to see his eyes flutter and his breathing had started to slow down,he was about to sleep.you thanked the world that he didnt get to see you like this.
for now,let’s just focus on enjoying the trip instead of your stupid feelings.
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A/N:i mayhaps might do a part 2 to this fic,you can lmk if you wanna be tagged! also please let me know what you think of the fic,feedback is appreciated!!
svt (bias line) - anal sex
pairing: svt x fem!reader
genre: smut
warnings: uhhh, anal sex?
✓ wonwoo - the type to be really into it, but also be super shy to bring it up.
wonwoo's an ass guy through and through (you cannot convince me otherwise) so it's not at all surprising that he has a thing for anal and has always wanted to try it.
what is surprising, however, is how the shy, stuttering and blushing mess from a few days- scratch that, a few moments ago is now nowhere to be seen.
not with the way he has a vibrator shoved up your pussy as he takes your ass for hours at a stretch.
he will begin with a painstakingly slow pace but with the visual of your ass jiggling, the sound of his balls slapping against your cunt and the tightness of your unused hole sucking all of him in, he is bound to lose control and start pounding into your ass with every last fibre of his being.
also, anal with wonwoo probably happens quite often so say goodbye to both sitting and walking for...
days? weeks? who knows?
✓ seungcheol - the type to be into it to assert dominance.
seungcheol undoubtedly fucks your ass every single time you try to tease him or get him jealous.
think of it as his way to remind you who really calls the shots in your relationship.
although you both know it's actually 'you' because he wouldn't even so much as mention anal sex ever again if you weren't okay with it.
he may be a dom (hard!dom!!!) but he's also a gentleman who's madly in love with you so your comfort comes before anything else.
speaking of him being a hard!dom, he'd want to be in total control from the very first second he enters you, railing into you as he tugs your hair.
however, he would lose his sanity less than a minute after he enters you because of how you clench and unclench around him. his thrusts would get erratic and he'd be on the edge of his high, releasing his cum inside you soon after.
to put it simply, your tight fucking hole will be the death of him, yep.
✓ mingyu - the type to do it when he is stressed.
mingyu is the purest, loveliest, kindest, most caring boyfriend ever, always treating you like you're fragile, calling you his princess and what not :(
always, except when he is troubled at work because then, things turn a total 180°. atleast in bed, they do.
it was your idea to try anal and when you had mentioned it, he looked like a deer caught in the headlights. he immediately shut you down, reasoning that you didn't have to do that for him and that he didn't want to end up unintentionally hurting you.
but you, of course, had managed to reassure him that you'd be fine and that you would be able to take him well (you basically dirty talked your way) and he agreed; after assigning you a safe word, that is.
and that leads you to where you'll generally find yourself when he's had a troubled day.
after a long, tiring and very difficult day at work, he makes sure to take it out on you and the normal gentleness and care is long gone. you're bent over the bathroom counter, stretched on his fat cock as he pounds into you from behind.
he holds onto your hips with a grip tight enough to leave bruises while his other hand remains tangled in your hair, forcing you to look at your ruined, fucked out self in the mirror.
tears stream down your face as you maintain eye contact through the glass and he groans as your stretched hole flutters around him.
in conclusion? although you need to be prepped A LOT, you take him well; you take him just as well as you told him you would.
✓ soonyoung - the type to do it because it is exciting.
soonyoung loves anal because of how it is considered a tabboo; the very thought of you letting him do something so 'sinful' (you don't know where he heard that) to you excites him way more than it should.
he makes sure he fucks your ass every chance he gets; that he has stretched you open in every single room of your apartment at least once.
loves, loves, LOVES it when you let him hit it raw and loves seeing his cum ooze out of your tiny hole after he's used it to his heart's content. he then, 4 out of 5 times, proceeds to eat your ass until you're shaking and crying underneath him because-
a. he is filthy like that and
b. your boy also has a dacryphilia kink (source: trust me bro)
can definitely see him dirty talking and degrading you so so so much because this is soonyoung we're talking about.
cue "you're always willing to spread your legs for me, yeah?"
all in all, as much as he loves all three (3) of your holes, your ass is his absolute favorite.
✓ seokmin - the type to do it for the physical and emotional closeness.
even when he approaches you with the question, he is so gentle, so caring, so respectful. he rubs his thumb on your cheeks and places a kiss on your forehead, assuring you that it is okay to say no, that you don't need to do anything you dislike.
you, of course, smile and nod as you agree to it and that has seokmin on cloud nine. he whispers 'thank yous' and 'i love yous', gently pecking you all over your face :(
he'd be so soft and so considerate, moaning into your ears about how you, his beautiful girl, were doing so good for him. he'd gently rub your clit and place kisses on your neck, occasionally taking your nipples into his mouth and sucking on them
since it's all about intimacy to him, about how much you love and trust him, he makes sure you're comfortable and feeling loved and beautiful every second of the way.
"it's just as much about you feeling good as it is about me, love." ;(
basically, as usual, it would be him being the bestest boy ever.
✓ jeonghan - the type to do it only to punish you.
while seokmin is all about being soft, jeonghan on the other hand? not so much. he's very dominant and assertive in every aspect and that includes punishments.
he'd surely spank your ass and leave bright red imprints as he comes inside your hole. he'd then replace his cock with his fingers, pumping them in and out of you while you arch your back, sobbing at the overstimulation.
once he's done shoving all of his cum back inside, he'd insert a vibrating butt plug and have you keep it inside you until he says so.
HE'D ALSO BE HUGE ON AFTERCARE THO- kissing your eyelids and constanstly apologising for being too rough, while you'd simply lay spent in his arms with a loving smile on your face.
✓ seungkwan - the type to do it out of curiousity
i feel like, initially, he wouldn't really like the idea of sticking his dick inside your ass because he wouldn't want to hurt you. besides, there was no way it would feel good for you? right?
but that was until you decided to confront him about it, confessing that anal was one of your biggest fantasies.
he had neither agreed nor disagreed with it but when you were met with nothing but pin drop silence, you assumed it to be the latter and decided to stop thinking about it
loverboy seungkwan on the other hand couldn't really stop replaying the scenes from the movie he'd initially skipped, only this time, he watched it many a times, imagining the two of you doing the same.
safe to say, it had his dick straining against his pants in no time.
so the next time he sees you, he's a stuttering mess, tips of his ears tinted red. for an entire hour, you plead him to tell you what he's thinking about.
and aren't you pleasantly surprised when he's the one suggesting it this time ;) you tease him a little by not replying- oh how the tables have turned- but then when he begins apologising profusely, you kiss him mid-sentence.
one thing leads to another and you're now sat on his lap with his dick buried deep in your ass. you rub your clit in circles as seungkwan slowly thrusts into you from below, sucking your tits like a baby.
with your foreheads pressed against each other and soft moans and groans filling the air, you shed a few tears that he oh so gently- wipes away with his thumb.
a frustrated sigh stumbled from wonwoo's pouted lips as he eyed you from the other side of the table, he had been doing that for the past five minutes. in the beginning, you had thought it was just him feeling relaxed, but he continued doing it repeatedly. the comforting scent of coffee that flowed in the air spread a beautiful warmth within your chest and you looked at him questioningly while running an affectionate hand down the kitten's back as it lovingly leaned into your touch, small purrs reaching your ears.
the weather had just recently started to become chilly, at this point, fall was just around the corner and you couldn't be more glad to spend a cosy afternoon in a cat cafe with your favourite person. wonwoo was wearing an incredibly large sweater that made him look very cuddly and you had to try really hard not to ditch the extremely cute kitten rubbing the side of its face on your thigh to go and pet him instead. on his head was one of his favourite beanies as the fringe of his black hair softly kissed his eyebrows. the round glasses resting on the tip of his nose were a cherry on top to his adorable outfit.
“what's wrong?” you asked confusedly, you were in a place that both of you had wanted to be in, you couldn't see why he would make that face at the moment. he looked at you from under his lashes, the frown on his lips by now a permanent expression on his soft features. another sigh left him as he leaned his cheek into his palm, looking at you helplessly, his gaze flickering from your eyes to the cat sprawling itself into your lap.
“i came here for the cats but i should've known you were a cat magnet,” he mumbled, "now your attention is only on them while this is supposed to be a date with me and you." he didn't miss the chance to emphasise the 'me' in his sentence as he complained. you could see that he was speaking half heartedly because in his diamond-like orbs was a little glint of adoration.
you couldn't help the soft smile that curled on your lip, carefully lifting the cat from your lap and letting it down just beside you, only to lean over the table so that your face could be closer to wonwoo's, the look in his eyes changed into a childish mischievousness as he did the same.
“the cats are cute…. i love them and all,” you started off, adding a hint of flirt to your words as you hooked a finger on his chin, bringing him even closer. “but there's nothing that i will ever like as much as i like you,” the words were sweet, obnoxiously so. although anyone else would've felt caries on their teeth, wonwoo just loved the sugar-coated words, he adored them, and you could tell by the face-splitting smile that erupted on his whole face as he leaned further in.
“perhaps that's all i wanted to hear,” he whispered against your lips before capturing them into a sweet kiss.
