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sequoiann · 6 years

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❦️ liqhtmas ┊ to you

❆ 25 ; soft fluffy kisses ❆ 27 ; “you’re really gonna go this to me on christmas eve?”

pairing; seventeen woozi x reader

genre; fluff, angst, drabble

synopsis; jihoon calls to tell you that he can’t make it back home for christmas bc of work and you get mad and two get into a fight. in the end, it gets fluffy bc you decide to bring christmas to him instead after you’ve cooled down. (literally quoting the anonnie who requested this hsdkjfhs ily)

word count; 1.6k words

notes; the first drabble for the liqhtmas series !!! let me know wht you all think, sorry if it’s a bit long for a drabble hehe but most of the drabbles would be approximately this length !!

; prompts for liqhtmas

“What do you mean you can’t make it back?” you asked puzzledly as you pressed your phone to your ear, trying to cover up your subtle unhappiness with worry and concern. It was 7pm in the evening, and Jihoon’s call was unexpected. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” Jihoon spoke, clicking his tongue quietly as he ran his fingers through his already disheveled hair. “I just need to stay in the studio. I haven’t finished up the work I’m supposed to do.”

“Can’t you postpone it till later?” you tried to persuade, sitting down on the edge of your bed as you picked at your bedsheets.

“No, Y/N, I can’t,” Jihoon snapped impatiently, making your blood boil. “It’s something important, and you of all people should understand that I can’t neglect my career.”

“I would understand if it wasn’t Christmas, Jihoon!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms in the air in frustration as you raised your voice. “You promised you’d come back!”

“And now I’m telling you I can’t! I’m sorry, okay!?” Jihoon shouted into the phone, and you froze for a moment, surprised and dumbfounded. He rarely raises his voice at you.

“You’re really gonna do this to me on Christmas Eve?” you muttered, your voice lowering in volume. You heard Jihoon sigh, and you could almost picture him pacing back and forth.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Jihoon said softly, sensing a mix of sadness and anger in your voice. “But I can’t do anything about it.”

“Yeah, fine. Good luck with your work,” you said, mild sarcasm lacing your words. You didn’t want to hurt or make anything harder for him, but your displeasure couldn’t suppress itself entirely which lead to your acrimony. “Bye.”

Jihoon sighed again on the other end, muttering a soft ‘bye’ before hanging up.

A deep frown of irritation was written all over your features after the call was ended, and you threw your cell onto your bed, the phone landing with a soft, almost soundless ‘thud’. Yes, you were annoyed. You and Jihoon had not been able to meet for the past 4 months due to his busy schedules of being a celebrity although the both of you really just live an hour away from each other, and he had promised months ago that he would, for sure, make it back home for Christmas to see you, but he’s going back on his word a day before the actual day of the festival. He had said his assurance so sincerely at that time that you didn’t even doubt him or think that he would cancel on you the last minute.

The expectations and excitement you had been feeling while waiting for this day to come had piled up so much that Jihoon telling you those words just made everything come crashing down so hard, your disappointment converting into anger that you had let out on Jihoon.

You huffed and lay down on your side, turning to face the wall. Countless thoughts raced through your mind as you replayed the conversation you had with Jihoon on the phone previously.

He did sound as frustrated as you did — probably even more than you were. You knew that he had been stressed about his work lately. He had mentioned something about not being able to think of any ideas for the composition of a new song during one of your video calls, but he always brushed the negative topic off, switching it to asking how you were doing and if you were eating well. His eyes showed the concern that a parent would possess, and if you were having a bad day he would talk in such a soft and soothing voice that would, more often than not, lull you into peaceful sleep.

Even when you weren’t in the best mood, attempting to tell him to not call for the day, he wouldn’t listen. The fact that you were unhappy gave him an extra reason to call you; he never wanted to see you upset. Most people avoided you on your bad days — everyone knew the monster that would literally take over your personality. But Jihoon never did that, he always gave you warmth, consistent love and patience. That was why you love him so much so; your nature trusted him before your mind could. His affection was of real help for you to heal. Even if he did not pamper you directly, you’d feel it. He’s funny even when he doesn’t try to, and he was perfect with his idiosyncrasies.

You felt guilty at the thought. He himself had been keeping his worries and concerns to himself; he wasn’t one to complain to anyone. You should’ve considered your actions — you could only imagine seeing how profoundly they had affected him. Your unkind words were probably floating around in his head at the moment, distracting him from his work even more. You slapped yourself mentally, before an idea popped into your mind.

The next day, you were on your way to the company building after getting permission from Seungcheol. You had texted him, asking if everyone was going to be in the studio in the morning, to which he replied with a confused ‘yes’ and ‘why?’. You explained the situation that came up with Jihoon, and he immediately caught on to your ideas, sending you countless numbers of smirking emojis along with requests to sneak in some festival treats. You laughed and agreed — you had already planned to do so before he asked.

When you got to the building, you chirpily greeted the staff members who recognized you, trying to hide the paper bag of prohibited goodies as you hastily make your way to the elevator at the corner of the lobby.

You heaved a sigh of relief when you got into the elevator safely without any of the managers questioning the bursting, overflowing, suspicious-looking bag you were holding on to. You quickly pressed the button with the number ‘3’ on it, and when you got up to the level, you put on your full guard on, poking your head out of the opened elevator doors and turning left and right to look for any source of a being. A surprise had to remain a surprise.

When you made sure that the hallway outside was clear, you stepped out, constantly looking all directions to make sure that Jihoon wasn’t randomly roaming around the level. You swiftly and noiselessly scurried to the main practice room that Seventeen usually used, pressing down on the door handle so slowly that your palms were starting to sweat. You pushed the door open just a crack, enough for you to peek into, and you briefly scanned the open dance studio. There were a couple members around, but Jihoon wasn’t in sight. Good.

You pushed the door open entirely with care, knowing that the door would sometimes creak if swung open. Some of the members nearly screamed your name when they caught sight of you; Hoshi was the first, but Seungcheol was quick to clamp a hand over his mouth. The other members, who either had a slower reaction or saw you later, quickly understood your expression of widened eyes and frantically waving hands which translated to “shut-up!”

Seungcheol quickly pointed to a corner of the practice room where a door was located; it was the entrance to Jihoon’s personal music studio. You nodded and had to stifle your laughter when Seokmin and Seungkwan came scurrying over and reaching for the bag of food from you after catching a glimpse of its contents. It was easy to guess what was inside the bag, anyway — the legs of an upside-down gingerbread man was literally poking out from it.

“Just take it all, but don’t finish it! It’s meant for sharing!” you said in a hushed whisper, and you saw their eyes sparkle like a child’s, making you chuckle. You shooed them away with the goods, before making your way to Jihoon’s studio.

You pressed down on the door handle again, completely re-enacting what happened with the studio door, quietly pushing open the door. Jihoon still doesn’t know of your presence. His elbow was propped on the armrest of his chair, his head rested on his fist. His hair was messy, but there were traces of it being attempted to be groomed. Or maybe it was just him running his fingers through his hair again.

You took a step nearer towards him before throwing your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly from the back. You felt him jump a little in shock, so you quickly let go, laughing as he stood up from his chair, turning around in astonishment. For a split moment, Jihoon wore a face like he was expecting anger from you, anger that just doesn’t exist. When he saw you laughing, his gaze softened almost instantaneously as he instinctively moved in front, toe to toe, before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

“You came,” he said, before letting out a bubbly chuckle.

“I couldn’t bear not seeing you for another day,” you joked. Jihoon’s arms around you squeezed a fraction tighter, and your body melted into him as every muscle of yours lost its tension to the surrounding air.

“Sorry, love,” he muttered apologetically, and you shook your head.

“Merry Christmas, you idiot. Oh, and, the food’s outside. And your present is in my bag, which is also outside.”

Jihoon laughed. “This is more important.”

He lets go of you, before leaning down slightly to press his soft lips to yours. There was something so heavenly about a kiss that hadn’t happened in a long time, a tender moment that just won’t wait. It is that burst of love that is expressed from the longing that both of you had been feeling, a connection that showed the strength of the emotions. You felt him smile on your lips, making you do just the same.

#seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen drabbles #seventeen woozi #seventeen scenarios #woozi #jihoon #lee jihoon #liqhtmas #liqhtmas ; woozi

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sequoiann · 6 years

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❦ liqhtmas┊hot chocolate n’ chill

❆ 12 ; “so… looks like we’re the only ones without dates, huh?”

❆ 14 ; “so you wanna.. hot chocolate and chill?”

pairing; seventeen hoshi x reader

genre; fluff + party scene + suggestive + a super tiny bit of fuckboy!hoshi?

word count; 1.1k words

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“I can’t believe I agreed to come.”

The music was blasting through the entire house, so loud that it made your skin tingle and your lungs feel like mush. Your heartbeat thumped in time with the bass in the song as though they were one, filling you from head to toe with the melody.

It was the annual Christmas party. It was a school tradition to hold one every year, and literally, everyone from school is invited, which means it could lead to a ton of fun or sometimes a huge brawl. It happened a couple of times during the past few years, but it was really considered to be no big deal.

You were never one to go to these parties as you knew that this so-called ‘Christmas party’ was really just a cover-up for make out sessions. Almost everyone took their chances during the party to meet new people, and more specifically, a partner. But more often than not, everyone just turns out drunk and all over the opposite sex. Sometimes the same sex too. But you’ve heard that there was quite a big bunch of people who actually met their current partners for the first time at the party.

“This is stupid,” you muttered to your best friend, Chan, trying to squeeze through the crowd to get somewhere less packed and attempting to not brush against the everyone’s bodies at the same time.

“No, it’s not! C’mon, don’t be such a gloom,” Chan piqued. “It’ll be fun!” You were surprised he managed to hear you above the music.

“I literally don’t know anyone in this house except for you,” you spoke, your eyes looking over to the side when you sensed someone approaching the both of you.

“Chan! You’re here!” Vernon exclaimed, aggressively putting an arm around Chan’s shoulders, making Chan laugh and attempt to shake him off. Vernon looked up at you and smiled. “Y/N, you came too.”

You pressed your lips together, shrugging as you shot an accusing look at the younger male. “I was forced.”

Vernon snickered. “Don’t worry. It’ll be fun,” he said, repeating Chan’s exact words.

You scoffed lightly. “I hope.”

“The others are upstairs and looking for you, wanna go?” Vernon asked Chan, who immediately shot you a look.

You raised an eyebrow, but relented. “Yeah, go ahead. I’ll just be a loner and get some drinks.”

Chan laughed. “I’ll be quick!”

Like that, the both of them went upstairs to join their group, and you were left alone standing in a fairly empty corridor except for the few people who passed it occasionally. You headed towards the main hall where the biggest crowd was. The place was turned into a dance floor, and you had to pass this crowd to get to the kitchen where the drinks were.

So you did just that, sticking to the walls and pretty much pressing your body against it to get by everyone, who wasn’t paying much attention to you. You finally made it to the kitchen, grabbing a red party cup from the countertop and scooping a cupful of something from a large bowl. You assumed it was booze — it had to be. It reeked of alcohol and it was really the only drink that would’ve made everyone this hyped. You took a hesitant sip and confirmed your guess.

You continued drinking from your cup and leaned against the marble table as you scanned the horde of people. They were really all just enjoying themselves, and you were feeling more comfortable than you expected since everyone was only focusing on themselves and their dance partner. The lack of attention on you made you feel at ease. So you just stood there, spacing out and simply continuously refilling your cup.

“So… looks like we’re the only ones without dates, huh?”

You turned around to see a man who was leaning on the counter behind you, sipping from his own cup. You recognized him as Soonyoung, who was part of the group that Chan and Vernon were in. You’ve seen him a couple of times and the both of you have exchanged simple greetings with each other, but you couldn’t help but notice that he looked especially good today. He was wearing an army green bomber jacket over a simple black tee paired with jeans. You two hadn’t talked much, but there was this really friendly vibe about him that made you feel comfortable. You crushed on him more than you would admit. He was bubbly and kind and easy-going, what was there not to like about this guy?

“…Yeah,” you responded. You looked around; everyone really looked like they had their partners with them.

“You look really stiff,” he pointed out while moving closer to you, chuckling.

You laughed. “I’m just not one to come to parties. Chan made me.”

Soonyoung hummed. “Then what do you do in your free time?” he asked, attempting to strike up a conversation.

“Netflix,” you answered instantaneously. “I’ve watched almost every show.”

“There’s surely one that you haven’t watched,” Soonyoung said, laughing as he leaned against the wall. “We should watch something together sometime.”

You raised an eyebrow, feeling heat crawl up your neck. “Soonyoung, it’s Christmas.”

He looked confused for a moment, and that’s when you realized he meant his words in the purest way, and not whatever you were thinking. But before you could clarify yourself, Soonyoung smirked.

“I mean, we could do hot chocolate and chill instead,” he suggested, making you bury your face in your free hand, laughing and internally cursing. Your cheeks felt warm and tingly from the embarrassment.

“I didn’t mean that,” you murmured, wanting to bury yourself in a hole.

Soonyoung giggled adorably, making you look up at him, his cheeks pushed up and his eyes forming two slits.

“In all seriousness though,” Soonyoung started again. “We should really hang out. I’ve pretty interested in getting to know you better. I’m sorry if this is sudden but I’ve gotta say it now while I’m not a hundred percent sober because otherwise, I wouldn’t have the guts to do it, so...”

You blinked, and Soonyoung swallowed. “I like you.”

You couldn’t believe your ears for a moment, but he said that loud and clear enough. “R-really?”

Soonyoung chuckled. “That’s not something I would lie about.”

You took your chance while you were, like him, unsober too. “Me too, Soonyoung.”

Your words made his insides flutter and his stomach do a couple backflips, and you could see the triumph written all over his features.

Soonyoung smiles. “For the record, I make pretty good hot chocolate and give pretty good of the other, so you may want to consider—”

You smacked him on his arm, your face turning bright red again as you laughed. “Shut up!”

#seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen hoshi #seventeen drabbles #hoshi #soonyoung #kwon soonyoung #liqhtmas #liqhtmas ; hoshi

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sequoiann · 6 years

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❦️ liqhtmas┊that's not olaf!

❆ 03 ; snowman competition - and the judges are your bunch of toddler kids who are like five years old

❆ 28 ; “you.. murdered… my snowman.”

pairing; seventeen joshua x reader

genre; fluff, soft dad!joshua, husband!joshua hsdkfjs just a whole bundle of gentleman & cute shua !!!

word count; 1.3k

; prompts for liqhtmas

“Momm!” you heard a dragged, high-pitched voice come from outside your bedroom, and you hurriedly pulled your maroon-colored coat over your other hand. Before you could respond verbally, you saw your two kids come running into the bedroom, three-year-old Jonas running unsteadily behind five-year-old Elise.

Elise intentionally runs into you, her arms barely wrapping around your hip as Jonas wobbily made his way over. You chuckled.

“You’ve put on your coats already?” you asked, surprised since you were usually the one who had to do it for them. Jonas never liked wearing coats by himself; it always seemed too puffy for him, and he had this fear of catching his finger in the zipper.

Two large hands suddenly reached down to pick Jonas up, and you couldn’t help but smile when you see Joshua cradling Jonas as if he was a newborn baby.

“I dressed them,” Joshua said, a proud and accomplished look on his face.

You laughed. “Why, thank you.”

Joshua chuckles, casually placing a peck on your forehead. “Shall we head out now?”

Elise pretends to gag at Joshua’s action before excitedly nodding at his question, running out of the room and shouting as she went. “Quick, quick!”

Joshua laughed and moved Jonas to his shoulders instead after noticing his constant kicks and struggles to escape Joshua’s arms. Jonas giggles, grabbing a fistful of Joshua’s hair as a harness in his tiny hands. He obviously liked this better than cradles.

You shook your head, laughing as you went after your daughter. “Don’t run down the stairs, Elise!”

Joshua mutters a word of acknowledgment aloud, but he didn’t say anything else as he bent his knees slightly while walking out of the room door so as to protect Jonas’ head from hitting the door frame.

“Okay, buddy,” Joshua said, quickly getting past the obstacle and catching up with you and Elise.

The moment you stepped out of your countryside house, you saw Elise running at full speed before jumping into the soft snow. When she stopped moving after that, you immediately feared that she had gotten herself injured.

You quickly ran to her, kneeling beside her and shaking her arm. “Elise, sweetie, are you okay?”

She abruptly looks up, smiling and laughing at your worried expression. “Gotcha!”

You blinked, rolling your eyes and laughing after realizing her little prank. You grabbed a bunch of snow from the ground and threw it lightly at her, before making a run for it.

The moment you turned around, however, a small snowball gets flung in your direction which shattered into tiny bits after hitting your coat. You looked up to see the traces of white powder snow in Jonas’ black gloves, with Joshua chuckling in delight when he saw his son hitting the target. Jonas whoops into the frigid air, his red coat garish against the park.

You growled and ran towards the both of them, and Joshua was quick to pick up Jonas and run, both of their melodious peals of laughter overlapping each other.. You laughed and stopped chasing them the moment he did that; you knew full well that your stamina was nothing compared to Joshua’s.

“Can we build snowmen?” Elise asked, already crouching low and collecting snow to form a circular base for her snowman.

You chuckled. “Sure, but Mom doesn’t know how to.”

Elise looks up at you and narrows her eyes, before looking over to Joshua. “Dad doesn’t know how to either, right?”

Joshua immediately becomes defensive. “Who says! I’m a-ma-zing at snowman-building!”

“Huh, is that so?” you scoffed in provocation. The both of you had a stare-down contest before a snowman-building competition came about from that, your two kids agreeing to be the judges.

“The time will stop when I say so!” Elise declared, her little brother nodding excitedly in assent. You laughed at how seriously she was taking this to be, so you and Joshua played along.

“Yes, Miss!”

So the competition started like that, with you and Joshua frantically moving your hands to pile up snow to form the lower body of the snowman. Joshua was moving significantly faster than you were, already moving on to the abdomen of his distorted, oval-shaped snowman when you were still trying to keep the bottom of yours intact. Elise and Jonas, being the toddlers they were, couldn’t simply sit still and watch, so they started randomly picking up small amounts of snow from the ground and flicking it towards either one of your snowmen.

“Elise! That’s not allowed!” you exclaimed while continuing to build your snowman which was obviously much more fragile than the one beside yours.

“Who says it’s not, Mom? We’re the judges!” Elise proclaimed, making Joshua laugh and give them a thumbs-up since his snowman wouldn’t fall at the slight impact. Jonas huffs, agreeing.

The idea of piling three body parts onto your snowman was thrown aside and you settled for two parts instead; Joshua was already piling the head part onto his snowman and Elise seemed like she was going to shout ‘stop’ anytime soon. You ran to look for twigs, snatching the nice-looking ones that actually had tips that branched out like fingers before Joshua could get them.

You laughed triumphantly when he was a step later than you in spotting them, attempting to run back to your snowman to stick its arms in. However, Joshua wraps his arms around your waist from the back, literally lifting you from the ground as he tried snatching the twigs from you. Your children doubled over in laughter when you helplessly kicked the air, trying to escape from Joshua’s unnecessary embrace.

You finally did manage to do so when he ran out of strength from laughing too hard. When you blindly ran forward, you accidentally grazed against Joshua’s snowman, making its head crumble.

“Y/N!” you heard him shout in a girly voice from the back due to the shock from seeing you ruin his snowman. “You… did you just… murder my snowman?”

You burst out laughing again, feeling all the energy seep out of you from how much you were laughing. You barely crawled back to your snowman, poking its arms into its sides and pressing two small stones into its head to represent its eyes.

“I’ll be right back!” you called before dashing into the warm house again, running to the kitchen to grab a pointed carrot before sprinting back out.

“I’m done!” you shouted after sticking the carrot into the snowman’s head for its nose.

“I’m not!” Joshua exclaimed, trying to fix the huge dent in his snowman’s head that you had made, and you noticed the 2 new twigs sticking out of the snowman. They were awful compared to yours, really; the arm looked horribly broken, bent here and there, but the overall shape of his snowman was a lot better than yours.

“I need a carrot too!” Joshua said, but you stopped him before he could run back into the house.

“I took the last one,” you said smugly.

Joshua pouted, and at that moment, Elise shouts, “Time’s up!”

You laughed as Joshua frenziedly tried to create a nose for his snowman, and ended up just poking his finger into the center of its head to create a concave.

“Okay, who’s the winner?” you asked, placing your arms behind you as you stood beside your snowman which seemed like it was about to crumble at any moment. Joshua copied your pose, standing beside his own work.

“Mom!” Jonas shouts, before pointing to your snowman. “Olaf.”

You laughed, running to Jonas and hugging him. “That’s right, it’s Olaf!”

“How’s that Olaf!” Joshua exclaimed in denial, pointing an accusing finger at your, truthfully, badly-shaped snowman. It looked like a miserable, collapsing Olaf.

“Dad’s the winner for me!” Elise said, giggling as she ran into Joshua’s proud, open arms.

“That’s my daughter!” he exclaimed, picking her up.

“It’s a tie, you noseless-snowman-creator!” you said, laughing.

“I know, honey!” Joshua said distractedly while Elise rubs her cold glove onto his cheeks, and you smiled at how he didn’t mind one bit. Joshua was such a great father; that made you love him more.

You chuckled as Jonas pressed his cold, chubby cheek to yours. “Love you.”

#seventeen #seventeen joshua #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #joshua scenarios #joshua #hong jisoo #joshua hong #liqhtmas #liqhtmas ; joshua

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sequoiann · 6 years

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❦ liqhtmas ┊ halo

❆ 10 ; “i met you last christmas and never saw you again until today on christmas day. are you an angel? wait, you actually are?

❆ 19 ; “yeah, uh, alcohol doesn’t go in hot chocolate.”

pairing; seventeen jeonghan x reader

genre; fluff + angst + humor + angel!jeonghan + medieval!au (but slightly modernized?) + fantasy

word count; 1.8k words (i swear it’s not as long as it sounds hjsdkf)

; prompts for liqhtmas

You wandered around the warm, empty house which had festive decorations put up on almost every wall and every corner, your fingers numbly brushing across the wooden table that you walked past. Snow was falling outside, creating a huge white blanket that spread over the entirety of your village. Your eyes scanned the colorful living room which had no signs of life other than your own. A lit Christmas tree was standing proudly at a corner, the lights circling around it shining their individual colors brightly. Garlands were hung neatly on the walls, the center of each drooping down slightly to create a mini U-shape. Red and green Christmas stockings lined the top of your fireplace, seeming to provide a teeny bit more warmth than the fire itself did on other days.

You were a young adult living alone, and you have been for the past 5 years. Where were your parents? Well, you were a product of a failed relationship --- or rather, a failed marriage. Your parents got into a huge fight when you were 16, and it honestly wasn’t surprising. They’d been fighting for as long as you could remember, but this one just had a denouement that concluded the end of their marriage. Neither of them wanted anything to do with the former family after signing the papers, and you were something that would tie them down. So they left the house to you, as if that was a reasonable alibi for them to leave you to raise yourself.

There was a kind lady in the village who acted as your godmother after your biological one left, though --- Madalyn. She was a clothier, someone who makes clothes for the nobles. Most of the materials that were supplied to her were expensive and fine, and she had briefly told you before that if she used any of those for her own benefits, she’d suffer a great deal. You could easily guess what she meant --- you were old enough.

However, materials that had minor stains or manufacturing defects in them would never be bought by any noble, so she used those for you, sewing up dresses and normal everyday clothing. You couldn’t thank her enough. She would often come over with food, but you could feed yourself. You worked as a little deliverer. Your pay wasn’t that good, but it helped you get by.

Madalyn was the one who put up all the Christmas-y decorations in your home, too, even after countless protests from you, who had told her that there was no need in doing that since ‘no one’s gonna see them anyway’. She had smiled warmly, shaking her head as she continued doing what she was doing --- setting up the Christmas tree.

“You’d see it,” she said as-a-matter-of-factly.

She was going out of town for the holiday to visit her direct family, and she had indirectly shown guilt for not being able to be with you. It’d be like that every year, during any festive season. You were used to it, you told her, and you didn’t blame her.

So now, you were alone in your house, the decorations somehow making you feel lonelier on this occasion. You sighed and headed to the kitchen, opening the cabinet overhead and pulling out a container of cocoa-mix powder. You rinsed a yellow-colored mug and filled it with milk before heating it up in the microwave, and adding the cocoa powder in after that. You mindlessly stirred the hot chocolate, hoping that it’d warm your insides. You found your mind floating to the thought of alcohol --- you were reminded that you had a few cans left in the fridge, and the day was passing by unimaginably slowly, so why not?

Grabbing two cans out of the fridge, you placed them both on the countertop beside your mug of hot chocolate, opening one of the cans and taking a sip out of it. You stared at the brown liquid still sitting on the tabletop for a moment, before tilting the canned alcohol above the hot chocolate. You have this habit of making weird concoctions, and sometimes, just sometimes, they turn out tasting fine.

“Yeah, uh, alcohol doesn’t go in hot chocolate.”

You literally jumped back in surprise at the voice, your hand jerking and hitting the filled mug of hot chocolate. It overflows a little and spills onto your hand, making you yelp and instinctively put your lips on the scalded area after hastily putting down the can.

You looked up at the speaker, who had widened his eyes after seeing what happened, pushing himself up from his original position of leaning on the wall.

“Are you okay?” he asked, coming closer to you. You flinched and moved back, and when he noticed that, he stopped in his tracks. You removed your hand from your mouth, unbothered about how unsightly that was.

“W-who are you? Why’re you here? How’d you get in?” you blabbered, your other hand holding onto your wrist close to your chest. You scrutinized the stranger for a bit. He looked oddly familiar, but you couldn’t recall where you had seen him before. He was wearing a white, comfy-looking woolen sweater, his blonde hair and pale skin making him look really… glowy.

The man pressed his lips into a small smile, folding his arms and letting you continue to look him up-down as a sense of familiarity flashed across your eyes.

Then it clicked.

“I met you last Christmas,” you spoke unsurely, the image of him being at the carpenter’s when you were delivering something to them popping up in your head. The man nodded excitedly.

“Yes! Hello, I’m Jeonghan!”

You raised an eyebrow. You still aren’t trusting him. Why was he in your house? And also, you knew almost everyone in the village since you were one of the few ‘deliverers’, but you had never seen him after that one meeting.

“I never saw you again until today, on Christmas day again. Are you an angel?” you questioned. Your social skills weren’t very good.

Jeonghan blinked in surprise, hesitating to confirm your words. You frowned, confused at how he didn’t deny it immediately.

“Wait, you actually are?”

“Yes…?”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Jeonghan sighs after seeing your unconvinced expression and casually twirls his index finger in the air, and a whirl of shiny, white sparkles which seemed tinted with pink trailed in the atmosphere.

You were still in disbelief. “...For real? Angels exist?”

Jeonghan nods, unfazed. “I’m a guardian angel. More specifically, your guardian angel.”

Your eyes dropped down to his clothes, and you frowned. “I thought angels wore long, silky, white dresses? And where’s your halo?”

Jeonghan chuckled, his laughter sounding especially melodious. “What era are you living in, Y/N?”

You blinked. “Oh, you know my name.”

“Were you not listening to whatever I said?”

You blinked again. “I was.”

Jeonghan hummed in half-hearted acknowledgment, walking closer to you again. “How’s your hand?”

You had totally forgotten about scalding yourself. You looked down at your hand and saw a red mark on the spot. Jeonghan gently takes your hand, putting it under the tap in the sink and turning on the water. It felt especially cold to the touch.

“Don’t be so stiff,” Jeonghan said, chuckling. “It’s not like I’m gonna hurt you.”

You knew that. There was just something about his presence that made you feel like he had actually been with you since forever, but it was your second time meeting him in person.

“Why’re you here?” you asked carefully, trying to keep the fluttering in your stomach in check. Jeonghan turned off the tap, his hand holding onto yours like you were a princess made of diamonds.

“Well,” he started, his eyes moving from your hand to your eyes. He really looked like an angel, you thought. His eyes were a dreamy grey and seemed to literally sparkle. You quickly looked down before you got lost in them.

“First of all, you’re alone again this Christmas, and that isn’t nice,” he said, smiling gently, his hand letting go of yours, which fell to your side. “Second of all, you actually tried mixing alcohol with hot chocolate. You’re gonna kill yourself.”

You laughed. “I’m still alive, don’t worry. You haven’t failed your job.”

Jeonghan chuckled, shaking his head. “So, what do you wanna do?”

You cocked your head to a side. “You’re actually spending Christmas with me?”

He nodded simply. “Yeah, of course.”

You smiled. “I’d like a movie. It’s too cold out,” you mumbled. “But I’m bored of the movies I have.”

Jeonghan smiled in understanding, before twirling his finger in the air again before pointing it onto your countertop. A ray of sparkle followed the line, and a wide array of different movie CDs appeared on the table.

“Woah!” you exclaimed, widening your eyes and grabbing a random CD box to make sure it was real. It was.

“You can make anything appear?” you asked Jeonghan, and he nodded proudly.

“Would you like a house?” he suggested cheekily, opening his hand where a mini, sparkly house was floating above his palm. You quickly grabbed onto his arm and pushed it down, the sparkles disappearing.

“Don’t! There’s no space!” you exclaimed, the both of you laughing at the thought.

“Okay, choose your movie and we’ll move to the couch.”

You ended up picking up 4 of them before the both of you plopped down on the couch in the living room and playing one of the movies you picked out. You have seated a safe distance away from Jeonghan, who was snug at the corner of your L-shaped sofa. Jeonghan noticed you being all awkward and reached out, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards him. You yelped softly and ended up being seated right beside him.

“Just treat me as your boyfriend,” Jeonghan spoke, chuckling a little. “You don’t have to be so reserved.”

You swallowed at the term he used, hesitant. Honestly, you were tempted to just snuggle up to him and stay there, and since his presence wasn’t actually unfamiliar, you knew it’d be fine. But you were still wary.

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow and pulled you closer such that you were literally squeezed next to him, his arm over your shoulders. You were surprised, but didn’t adjust yourself. It was warm and... nice.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you as the movie introduction played on the television before Jeonghan speaks up.

“You know, angels can read the minds of the person they’re assigned to,” Jeonghan informed you, making you gulp and attempt to sit back up. But he pulls you back down, laughing.

“Just stay here,” he chuckled, resting his head on yours and making a warm, fuzzy blanket appear on top of both of you. “I know you’re cold.”

#seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen jeonghan #jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #liqhtmas #liqhtmas ; jeonghan

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sequoiann · 6 years

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❦ liqhtmas ┊ gingerbread

❆ 11 ; “our gingerbread house is just.. sad.”

❆ 22 ; “it looks like the north pole threw up.”

pairing; seventeen wonwoo x reader

genre; fluff to the max !!!

word count; 1.6k

; prompts for liqhtmas

“I don’t think that this is a good idea,” Wonwoo muttered, fiddling with the rolling pin in his hands, throwing it up lightly and catching it.

You huffed, grabbing a dark blue apron that was lying on the countertop and putting it around his neck. It was a couple apron — you had a red one that you were already wearing. “We never do anything that is a ‘good idea’.”

Wonwoo chuckled, shrugging. “That’s true.”

You smiled gleefully as he gave in, twirling your index finger in the air as a gesture for him to turn around. Being the childish person he was, Wonwoo didn’t do as you instructed. Instead, he pressed his lips together with the corners of it upturned, raising both his arms. You laughed, shaking your head as you took the two loose strings hanging by his side on the apron and bringing it behind him, your arms conveniently wrapping around his waist. He takes the chance to press his cheek to the top of your head.

“You’re lucky I can tie strings without looking at them,” you teased as your fingers did the work instinctively behind Wonwoo, tying a neat ribbon that wasn’t making the apron cling too tight around his body.

“All done!” you said, removing your arms from him. “Now…”

You took your phone in your hands, scrolling through the page you had Googled under ‘how to make a gingerbread house’ because honestly, the both of you had zero knowledge about how to get about doing it. You were simply taken in by the cutely-frosted ginger biscuits that were displayed in almost every bakery, and you didn’t think it’d be difficult trying to replicate those with your boyfriend.

You two worked together to take the needed ingredients out from the kitchen cabinets, Wonwoo doing most of the job as your petite height wasn’t of much help to you. Wonwoo attempted to carry you up to one of the highest cabinets, but decided it wasn’t a good idea since there was a risk of you falling.

“Okay, step one!” you exclaimed excitedly, clapping your hands together after all the ingredients were out and placed together on the countertop. You looked at your phone which was lying at a safe corner, reading off the first few lines under the bolded words ‘Directions’.

“Cream the butter, brown sugar, molasses, cinnamon, ginger, cloves and baking soda together until the mixture is smooth,” Wonwoo read aloud, immediately grabbing a large mixing bowl from the dish rack and placing it in front of the both of you.

You two started measuring out the necessary portions of the said ingredients, with you being fussy about having to measure the exact amount needed. The brown sugar was the last thing the both of you scoped, and Wonwoo really couldn’t bother being so painstakingly precise any longer, and he ended up just dumping more than the required amount of sugar into the mixing bowl to join the other ingredients.

“Wonwoo!” you exclaimed, your eyes widening in horror at the pile of sugar lying on top of the other additives in the mixing bowl. You heard Wonwoo laugh in delight behind you, and a subconscious smile played on your features and you shoved him with your shoulder. “Don’t mess it up!”

“Yes Missus,” Wonwoo droned mockingly, moving on to the next step of forming the dough by adding in flour and water to the mixture. He was actually doing a pretty good job at it, and a stiff dough was clearly starting to come together. The color didn’t look picturesque though; the brown seemed a lot darker than it was supposed to be. You internally blamed that on Wonwoo, but there was no going back.

“Can you roll up my sleeves for me?” Wonwoo requested, both his hands buried in the mixing bowl, folding the developing dough into itself repeatedly. You did as he asked, pushing the long sleeves of his sweater up to his upper arm. There were already obvious stains of flour on it, but he didn’t seem to mind. “Thank you, love.”

“This is going to be disastrous,” you said, laughing.

“You were the one who wanted to make it!” Wonwoo reminded, chuckling, still focused on making the dough.

“I know!”

When the flour was completely intact with nothing spilling out of it, you took it out of the mixing bowl and placed it onto the cleaned tabletop, poking your fingers into it a couple times blithely, Wonwoo laughing and shaking his head at your action, before you took the rolling pin. You pressed it into the center of the dough before attempting to roll it out into a flat piece. The dough was tougher than you had expected, and you struggled to flatten it out — but you managed to do so in the end, after countless rejected offers to help from Wonwoo.

“Chill for at least 30 minutes,” you read the next step from your phone, and you let out a breath. “Us or the dough?”

Wonwoo laughed as he dusted his hands off, walking to the sink after setting a timer for thirty minutes. “Both.”

You laughed and nodded, before a playful smirk crept onto your face. “Hey.”

Wonwoo turned around to face you, and you swiftly wiped your flour-covered finger onto his cheek, a white streak making its appearance on his skin. You cackled a satisfied laughter while running away, Wonwoo instantly chasing after you to get his revenge. He easily got to you, his arms wrapping around you from behind as you wiggled non-stop — you weren’t trying to escape, you were trying to keep him from wiping anything onto your skin. Your neck ended up being attacked, white, powdery patches all over your skin. Wonwoo laughed in delight, his eyes pressing into little crescents and his nose scrunching up.

“Aw, how pretty,” Wonwoo teased as he let you go, making you laugh and attempt to swipe your entire hand on his exposed skin.

The beeping from the timer signaled the end of the 30 minutes, and you two went back to check on it. The dough had hardened, that’s all. The next step was to cut out the pieces of the gingerbread house. There were measurements & templates given by the website, but you and Wonwoo were really running low on patience, so you two ended up just eyeing everything and cutting out the pieces by your own estimations.

“The door’s too big, Wonwoo!” you exclaimed, quickly re-cutting out the door for the gingerbread house. Wonwoo blinked, confused and allowing you to take over. The instructions said to leave the cut-outs in place as you’d have to bake them before assembling, so that’s what you did.

It honestly looked passable when Wonwoo placed it into the oven. When it was done baking, Wonwoo pulled it out, and the both of you just let out ‘pfft’ sounds while snickering. The dark-brown color had turned into an even darker brown after being baked.

“It’s ruined, it’s ruined,” Wonwoo said repetitively, shaking his head at the sight.

You shushed him, stifling your own laughter. “Icing will save it. Sh.”

The both of you proceeded to try to assemble the house with the pieces by using royal icing as glue, but it didn’t seem to work according to the plan. The pieces wouldn’t stay in place and seemed to constantly slip away from where they are supposed to be. It took all 4 of your hands at once to try to piece everything together, and it managed to work out, although the walls seemed like it was oddly jutting out at some parts.

“Better than nothing,” Wonwoo said, a chuckle bubbling from him. It was really a funny sight.

“Our last hope,” you said, grabbing the icing pack containing green icing. Wonwoo sighed and took the red one, before the both of you started working on decorating the fragile house with care. It looked like it would crumble at the slightest provocation. You also used white icing to decorate the roof of the house, making it look somewhat like fake snow.

Wonwoo looked over to check on how you were doing for a second. “Y/N! Why’re your icing lines so squiggly?”

“It’s not my fault!” you exclaimed in exasperation, holding back your laughter which resulted in your hands shaking even more. You looked over to Wonwoo’s side, and honestly, it wasn’t much better.

“Your lines are so fat! It’s supposed to be thinner!” you pinpointed, and Wonwoo completely paid no attention to your words as he licked the icing off his fingers.

You stuck your tongue out, returning to decorating. “You’re disgusting.”

Wonwoo narrowed his eyes at you, before wiping his red-colored icing on your arm, your arm jerking a little, drawing an accidental, fat line across the roof of the gingerbread house.

“Wonwoo!” you screeched, and he only laughed again.

When you two were done with decorating, you took a step back to scrutinize your creation as a whole.

There was a moment of silence as the both of you stared at it, the same thoughts running through your minds. No matter how you looked at it, it was just a horrendous, colorful mess.

“Our gingerbread house is just… sad,” you muttered under your breath.

“It looks like the north pole threw up,” Wonwoo added, making you laugh and smack him on the arm. It was true, the white icing lying all over the gingerbread house, and the red and green icing were just messy, although you could make out the windows and doors.

“I can’t believe we did this,” you said, laughing.

“It was fun,” Wonwoo said, giggling at the thought of the events that took place throughout the whole process. “Now, who’s doing the honor of eating it?”

You smiled widely, stepping closer to him. “Wonwoo, you know I love you, right?”

He reflects your smile sarcastically, before blowing in your face, making you squeeze your eyes shut. “Yeah. I love you too.”

You pouted. The both of you ended up trying to eat it, and it honestly didn’t taste as bad as it looked. The biggest problem was just…

“I think we’re gonna get diabetes.”

#seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen wonwoo #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #liqhtmas ; wonwoo #liqhtmas

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sequoiann · 6 years

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bc it’s december !!! honestly this is just so that i hv more things to post bc i don’t rly knw what to write these days >//< normal requests for texts or non-prompted scenarios are still open, so don’t worry, you can still send in your usual reqs even if it’s not from the prompts !!

↠ 1st january 2018 : requests for this drabble series are now closed. do look forward to liqhtmas; 2018 ver where more new christmas prompts wld be up ! i hope everyone had a good holiday ♡

notes ;

∘ in your ask, you must include at least one prompt number (preferably 2 but tht’s uty), a genre, and the member you want me to write it on!

∘ a description (detailed or not) about how you’d like the drabble to go about is not compulsory but is encouraged!

∘ like all other requests, i will not do it in any specific order (first-come-first-serve etc), and it is not a guarantee tht i’ll do your req, although i’ll try my best to !!

∘ accepting members for mainly svt, but you can try asking for another group and i’ll write for them as long as i know them!

∘ all reqs will be written as oneshots / drabbles unless requested otherwise or if i decide to make it into a fic / au !! it may be written in bulletpoints too if i feel like it suits it better!

∘ some prompts are mine and some are from the internet !!

∘ have fun & dont worry about sending in unordinary reqs !! the more unique, the better ;)

∘ view all of the written xmas drabbles under the tag ‘liqhtmas’ or here! (bc im a lame person tryna put words tgt with my url waha)

prompts ;

#1. "why don’t you like ice skating?”

#2. cuddling

#3. snowman competition - and the judges are your bunch of toddler kids who are like five years old

#4. “you look cute when you’re cold.”

#5. “you have flour on your face.”

#6. “i was cold so you gave me your coat but now you’re cold too so i suggest that we just hug”

#7. “i’ll drag this goddamn tree into the house if it’s the last thing i do”

#8. seeing snow for the first time

#9. putting up christmas lights and literally falling into his arms

#10. “i met you last christmas and never saw you again until today on christmas day. are you an angel? wait, you actually are?”

#11. “our gingerbread house is just... sad.”

#12. “so.. looks like we’re the only ones without dates, huh.”

#13. pillow fort !!

#14. “so you wanna.. hot chocolate and chill?”

#15. “oh my god stop breaking the ornaments!” “it’s not like i’m trying to break them!”

#16. a disaster in wrapping presents bc none of you know how to

#17. snowball fight

#18. he picks you up to put the star on the tree bc you’re too short and kaboom

#19. “yeah, uh, alcohol doesn’t go in hot chocolate.”

#20. “ho ho ho, bitch”

#21. “i hope you break your ass on that ice.”

#22. “it looks like the north pole threw up.”

#23. “i told you you were gonna get sick if you stayed in the snow all day.”

#24. “you look kinda cute when you look like rudolph.” “the reindeer?” “no, my dentist. yes, the reindeer, dumbass.”

#25. soft fluffy kisses

#26. “you have such small hands omg”

#27. “you’re really gonna do this to me on christmas eve?”

#28. “you.. murdered... my snowman.”

#seventeen #seventeen drabbles #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #christmas drabbles #liqhtmas

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sequoiann · 6 years

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❦️ liqhtmas┊melancholy

❆ 02 ; cuddling ❆ 19 ; “yeah, uh, alcohol doesn’t go in hot chocolate.” ❆ 25 ; soft fluffy kisses

pairing; seventeen mingyu x reader

genre; fluff, super light angst (i dont even know if it can be considered angst hahaha), drabble

word count; 833 words

notes; this is so half-assed i don’t even know askfjsdf hopefully it’s okay !!! it’s a lot shorter than my other liqhtmas drabbles too so (๑ˊ▵ॢˋ̥๑) sorry !!

; prompts for liqhtmas

“I’m home!” you called, kicking your shoes off and letting go of the door behind you. You were greeted with silence, causing you to frown a bit. Mingyu should be home --- he was granted full leave on Christmas Eve and Christmas. Even the lights in the living room were turned on, and Mingyu wasn’t one to forget to switch them off when he leaves the house.

You called for his name this time as you locked the door. “Mingyu?”

No reply again.

You hastily put your bag down on the couch, making your way into the bedroom that you and Mingyu shared. You let out a soft sigh of relief when you saw him sitting at the desk, in front of the laptop screen, his chin propped onto one of his hands as his other hand rested on the keyboard. He seemed to be in a daze, his eyes focused on the monitor, a small frown playing on his features. His head snapped towards you in surprise when he noticed you stepping into the room.

“You’re home,” he said, smiling as he stood up from his seat.

“Yeah,” you said, reflecting his smile, your eyes momentarily traveling past him and to the computer. “I called you a couple times but you didn’t hear me.”

“O-oh,” Mingyu stammered slightly, following your line of gaze to his laptop. “Sorry. I was busy with something, so…”

You noticed how his smile was a little forced, his lips contorted into a subtly awkward one, his cheeks seeming reluctant to be molded falsely. You could tell a forgery from Mingyu’s genuine smile --- you’ve seen him smile a million times, and this isn’t a real one.

“Hey,” you started cautiously, your hands reaching for Mingyu’s habitually. “Did something happen? Are you okay?”

Mingyu seemed like he was about to deny it for a second, but thought better of doing that. “You catch on really fast.”

You smiled gently. “Of course, I’m your girlfriend.”

Mingyu chuckled at your comment, and you felt a little relieved seeing him break out of his stiff self. “Do you wanna talk about it, or…?”

Mingyu shook his head, placing his hand on your lower back as he leads you out of the bedroom. “I don’t wanna ruin the Christmas mood.”

You pressed your lips together as the both of you headed to the kitchen. “Well, is there anything that could make you feel better?”

A playful smirk crept onto his lips, and you laugh in disapproval. “Mingyu, it’s Christmas tomorrow!”

Mingyu’s face falls at the realization. “It’s not a good idea to have a hangover since everyone’s coming over, huh?”

You hummed, looking up at him. “Yup.”

Mingyu pouts, looking around for something else. His eyes landed on the plastic container of cocoa powder lying on top of the countertop, and you could practically read what’s on his mind.

You let out a breath. “Yeah, uh, honey, alcohol doesn’t go in hot chocolate,” you stated, wrapping your arms around his and pulling him out of the kitchen. He felt like a child at the moment, although other times you’re usually the one being the child.

Mingyu laughed, looking down at you. “There’s another thing that can make me happier, though.”

Your ears perked up, and you instantly looked at him. “What is it?”

Mingyu smiles and bends down slightly to place a light peck on your lips, and you froze for a moment in surprise. He chuckled at your reaction.

“Maybe sleeping with the love of my life would help,” Mingyu muttered, and you snorted-laughed, raising a suggestive eyebrow.

Mingyu grew flustered, lightly shoving you. “Not that! I meant cuddling!”

You widened your eyes in realization. “Oh! That!” you blurted, fits of laughter bubbling from you at the thought of what you thought he meant.

“Y/N! Why would you even---!” Mingyu exclaimed, disbelief written all over his face.

You couldn’t stop laughing. “Sorry!” you snickered. “I’d have to shower first, though.”

Mingyu pouted again. “Can’t you just change or something?”

“No. I stink.”

“No, you don’t!”

“Yes, I do!”

“But you can’t smell yourself!”

You let out an exasperated breath. “Mingyu, I’ll be quick.”

You ended up taking an extremely quick shower without even washing your hair. Mingyu was outside, constantly having random countdowns (which you never really responded to). He literally pulled you onto the bed after you came out of the bathroom, pulling the covers up to your abdomen and wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m actually really tired,” Mingyu admitted. You chuckled.

“Go to sleep, then,” you mumbled, and he nodded, his eyes already closed.

“Goodnight,” he muttered so softly that his voice was almost airy. You smiled, moving up to kiss him lightly on the corner of his lips. His lips turned up slightly at the touch and he pulled you closer to him, such that his cheek was lightly pressing onto the top of your head and you were snuggling up to his chest.

“Night, love.”

#seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen drabbles #seventeen mingyu #mingyu #kim mingyu #liqhtmas ; mingyu

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sequoiann · 6 years

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VOTE:

wld you guys rather i write a maze runner!au for the whole of svt (with a main character, ofc, which wld be decided through voting too) OR to continue writing one-shots n scenarios?

edit: i forgot to add in tht a maze runner!au wld most likely become a series if i do that ! :)

#this is for after i finish up a few more requests for liqhtmas !!#liqhtmas scenarios wld officially stop at the end of january #i dont rly knw which wld you guys prefer so pls let me knw !!#i dont wna work super hard for a mazerunner!au but have no one read it aha #f: votes

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sequoiann · 6 years

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notice

loves i’ll be leaving my upcoming posting schedules as it is since they’re already done and in my queue, but i may be a little inactive after my queue finishes. i’ll still be writing something for shua n i’ll try to put it up on 30th dec though, tht’s for sure, i don’t want to do nothing for his birthday.

#tht being said #liqhtmas may go into temporary halt #though christmas is like a week away #i'll continue with liqhtmas when my head is clearer #even if xmas is over haha #i sound so draggy rn im so sorry haha #i just woke up and crying at night while being sick doesnt do to well on the head you see #i hope everyone's staying strong #please remember to eat and sleep well #dont forget to take care of yourselves #f: announcements

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sequoiann · 6 years

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#today is literally makeover day #i changed everything on my blog shdkhsd #my header (which many of you liked hehe tysm !!)#and my theme #i just changed it and lemme tell u #it took like 92748 years #to find a nice theme + find theme pics for the combs #but im kindaaaa happy with how it turned out? not a 100% happy but like probably 75% ?#and also #since my icon isnt shown anymore #(it was shown last time to match my header)#i'll probably change it 937493 times #i still dont know which member but honestly it may not be the 4 musketeers ahahha #could be any of the other members !!! whom i love dearly too !!#as long as their pic fits into the icon hehe #and thank you all for sending in more liqhtmas prompts !!!#there were so many kind n sweet words in the reqs 2 and im hskfjd so happy #i wna respond and smash the keyboard to show how to grateful i am n how much i love every individual one of you but #i hv to save the asks to respond to after i write n post the req #so !!! just you wait my dears !!!#i'll keyboard smash in my response to your req asks !!!#💫💞⛅💗💖💓💎✨

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sequoiann · 6 years

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❦ liqhtmas┊ho ho ho

❆ 16 ; a disaster in wrapping presents bc none of you know how to

❆ 20 ; “ho ho ho, bitch”

pairing; seventeen vernon x reader

genre; fluff + headcanon + humor

; prompts for liqhtmas

sooOoO

you and hansol have been dating for like ,, close to 2 years??

and it was like a yearly thing that the both of you got presents for all your close friends and relatives and family on christmas

including the 12 members of course

and you always must must must request for wrapping service at the counter bc lol

the both of you just couldn’t do it yourselves

the last time you tried, you nearly crushed the box itself while trying to wrap it up

and vernon just

i mean

he just doesn’t know how to fold the wrapping paper and like stick them down lol

but this christmas

hansol was suddenly so full of confidence??

saying tht he cld wrap the presents???

you were like no

you cant

im not gonna give a ball of trash to my friends, hansol

n you were gonna pass the item to the cashier to ask for it to be wrapped

but hansol just snatched it from your hands and zoomed out of the store

you would’ve chased after him to get the present back but

there was another thing that you needed to take care of

aka the freakign embarrassment tht your boyfriend had caused you

the poor cashier was so shocked by his sudden action and her eyes were so wide like ????? yOu doN t wAnt it wr apped???

and you had to apologize like 8 times straight before going after hansol

you smacked him really hard when you saw him outside like wtf

you scared the cashier

he looked rly guilty for a split second but the next moment he’s like

“yo bb i really can wrap presents”

you just brushed him off and was like yeah sure vernon

but he keeps insisting he does !!!!!

you raised an eyebrow like lol sorry but i trust you on everything but this

and you told him that tbh if anyone had to wrap the presents it’d be you bc at least yours stays ,,,, intact ,,,

ok not really but it was better than his

vernon just narrows his eyes and he got so competitive you could see the fire of passion bUrniNg from him

so the two of you go back to the dorm

n like only half ?? the members were around

the other half were gone

probably to mob the mart nearby or something

and the both of you had to hide the gifts that you bought under your coats and bags

n yall sprrrrinted to the room the moment seungcheol opened the door

n vernon was shouting random words of “don’t look! don’t look!! seunGKWAN I SAID DON’T LOOK !!!!!”

bc the members’ presents were part of your little shopping spree today

u were surprised seungkwan was still in ,, you thought he’d be out with the other boys to but eh

you and vernon didnt even take off your socks before entering so yall were sliding everywhere n laughing your asses off n jihoon was just like the fuk

but you 2 got to vernon’s room without dropping anything so yes success

and there were like 4 ??? rolls of wrapping paper leaning on the wall at the corner of the room and you were just ,,,,,

you were serious about this ,,,,, ??

nd vernon just nods rly excitedly

“i told you i can wrap y/n just trust me”

ajfhsdkf u were going crazy

you rly didn’t wnt to waste wrapping paper and waste time and waste ,,, hansol’s efforts bc you knEw it wasn’t gna turn out well ,,,

but hansol just grabs a roll of the wrapping paper + tape and sits down on the floor beside his bed n u just stare

he starts unrolling the wrapping paper and grabs one of the boxed up presents before placing the present right smack in the centre

and then he starts?? folding them up?? and just taping them down??

the wrapping paper was already getting all crumpled and you could the see folded lines everywhere

only the bottom of the box would look decent bc hansol didn’t need to tape that part

you were seated in front of him n looking at him with soOOo much disappointment like hansol

if you cant do it you didnt have to say you could

but he just continues his disastrous wrapping lol

“you’re making a mess”

and he was holding down a part of the paper n he was like “shut up and pass me the tape”

you were starting to laugh like “hansol there’s more tape than wrapping paper on that thing !!!!”

he just narrows his eyes @ you and grabs the tape himself and then does mOrE taping

you were just leaning against the wall behind you and watching hansol do his thang and considering why u ever agreed to dating him

“hansol i think that’s enough”

n he kinda finishes his handiwork at that time and he just picks up that crumpled piece of bull and shows you the untouched underside of it

“ho ho ho, bitch”

and he looked sooOOO SMUG LIKE YOU WANTED TO SLAP HIM

he was being so giggly especially after saying that oml

you grabbed it from him and told him

hansol im not gonna give this to anyone

and then lol he suddenly goes into puppy mode

n he starts pouting and being all : ((((( and u just

you were gna kick him ohmygawt

but he looks at you like that *insert puss in boots meme* and he looked so meek like tf

hansol

i love you

then he laughs n u laugh n he starts hugging you bc he knew you were lowkey done with his extra ass but u cAnt resist him

so in the end yes gift wrapping service had to happen

#seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen vernon #vernon scenarios #vernon #hansol #chwe hansol #hansol vernon chwe

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sequoiann · 6 years

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❦ liqhtmas┊deck the halls

❆ 7 ; “i’ll drag this goddamn tree into the house if it’s the last thing i do” ❆ 26 ; “you have such small hands omg”

pairing; seventeen x reader

genre; fluff + humor + drabble

word count; 843 words

; prompts for liqhtmas

“Who’s great idea was it to get this big of a tree?” you huffed, placing your hands on your hips as you looked at the giant Christmas tree tied above the car.

“Wasn’t it yours?” Seungkwan replied monotonously, untying the ropes which bound the tree down, and you raised an eyebrow, growing defensive.

“No!” you exclaimed, and Seungkwan narrowed his eyes at you.

“Sure,” he muttered, making you laugh and shove him playfully. He chuckled.

Seungkwan tugs on the heavy tree, and it slides off the roof of the car before plopping down onto the ground. You sighed, looking over at the main door of your house which was a few meters away. Seungkwan had stopped the car on the road directly in front of the door, but even so, your house seemed uncannily far.

“I don’t think we can carry it in,” you muttered as you and your boyfriend each held onto one end of the tree, attempting to lift it but to no avail.

“Uh-uh,” Seungkwan hummed as he shook his head, determination filling his voice. “I’ll drag this goddamn tree into the house if it’s the last thing i do.”

You could only laugh as Seungkwan grabbed the tip of the tree before walking backward, lugging it across the ground and towards the destination of where it should be. He didn’t last for more than ten seconds, dropping the tree again as he grumbled.

“How did the store people put this on top of our car so easily?” he heaved. “And what did they put in this thing? Metal parts?”

You laughed and shrugged, taking over his spot and doing the exact same thing he did previously. You were significantly slower, but at least it was moving and making progress.

“If you didn’t notice---” you grunted under the weight, “That guy at the store was packed with muscles. Like Dwayne Johnson or something.” You dropped the tree back onto the ground the moment you completed your sentence, and Seungkwan scoffs.

“I have muscles too!” he argued, wrapping his hands around the tree again, much more firmly this time, and practically ran backward, his head turning around every now and then to make sure nothing was going to make him trip over. It was a funny sight which made you laugh, but he did manage to get it to your front porch.

After about another half an hour of dragging and grunting, you and Seungkwan finally managed to get it to where it should be --- a little empty corner of your main living room.

“Where’ the Christmas lights at?” you asked while looking around as Seungkwan standing right in front of the tree with his arms opened just in case the tree falls over, to which it didn’t.

“The box,” Seungkwan said, nodding towards the plain, brown box at the door. You practically ran over and grabbed it, running back as you ripped the cover open, pulling out the lights. You caught sight of the other ornaments in the box, but you left them there for the time being since you cared more about the lights.

Untangling the black cord of colorful lights took you and Seungkwan ages to do. But when you two finally managed to free the cords from being knotted into each other, you and Seungkwan took one end each and started wrapping the lights around the branches of the Christmas tree. It took a while since the both of you had horrible coordination and occasionally tugged on the other party’s end of the cord, but the task was still completed in the end.

Hanging up the decorative ornaments was a much more peaceful process. You grabbed a few Christmas balls from the box, but 4 of them could barely fit in your small hands, and one rolled off, falling back into the box and making a soft clanking noise. Seungkwan took notice fairly quickly.

“Oh my gosh,” Seungkwan exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise. “You have such small hands.”

He stares at your hands as if he was in a trance and took them in his, making you straighten your fingers as he placed your palm on top of his. There was a big, obvious difference in the size.

“Woah,” he gasped again, making you laugh.

“You held my hands a million times before, and you’re only noticing now?” you laughed, amused.

“I mean I knew they were small, but I never knew they were this small!” Seungkwan argues, his thumbs pressing lightly into your hand and gawking at it as if it was some inanimate object, which only made you giggle more.

“You’re such a cute ass,” you couldn’t help but say.

#seventeen #seventeen seungkwan #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #seungkwan fluff #seungkwan #boo seungkwan

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sequoiann · 6 years

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✎ a/n; wht is liqhtmas, you ask? it’s a series i will have every december where i post up christmas-themed prompts n write little drabbles for you guys !! i’m making this separate mlist from my original one as it was getting messy n a bit too long :^) anw do let me knw if any of the links arent working / are linked to something else, n happy reading ! ੈ♡˳

prompts:

✧; 2017

❥ SEUNGCHEOL

{ snowblind } ۵ fluff + friends to lovers!au + humor

— ♡ 22 ; “it looks like the north pole threw up.”

— ♡ 24 ; “you look kinda cute when you look like rudolph.” “the reindeer?” “no, my dentist. yes, the reindeer, dumbass.”

❥ JEONGHAN

{ halo } ۵ fluff + guardian angel!jeonghan + medieval!au

— ♡ 10 ; “i met you last christmas and never saw you again until today on christmas day. are you an angel? wait, you actually are?

— ♡ 19 ; “yeah, uh, alcohol doesn’t go in hot chocolate.”

❥ JOSHUA

{ that’s not olaf! } ۵ fluff + soft dad!joshua

— ♡ 03 ; snowman competition - and the judges are your bunch of toddler kids who are like five years old

— ♡ 28 ; “you.. murdered… my snowman.”

❥ WONWOO

{ gingerbread } ۵ fluff + baking w/ wonu

— ♡ 11 ; “our gingerbread house is just.. sad.”

— ♡ 22 ; “it looks like the north pole threw up.”

❥ WOOZI

{ to you } ۵ angst + fluff + idol!jihoon

— ♡ 25 ; soft fluffy kisses

— ♡ 27 ; “you’re really gonna go this to me on christmas eve?”

❥ MINGYU

{ melancholy } ۵ mild angst + fluff

— ♡ 02 ; cuddling — ♡ 19 ; “yeah, uh, alcohol doesn’t go in hot chocolate.” — ♡ 25 ; soft fluffy kisses

❥ VERNON

{ ho ho ho } ۵ fluff + headcanon + humor

— ♡ 16 ; a disaster in wrapping presents bc none of you know how to — ♡ 20 ; “ho ho ho, bitch”

❥ SEUNGKWAN

{ deck the halls } ۵ fluff + humor

— ♡ 7 ; “i’ll drag this goddamn tree into the house if it’s the last thing i do” — ♡ 26 ; “you have such small hands omg”

to view liqhtmas for separate members, search for: liqhtmas ; [ member ]

or view all liqhtmas posts here !

#seventeen #seventeen masterlist #seventeen scenarios #seventeen aus #masterlist #library #m.list

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