#teaser.

these lips were made for talking— and that's just what they'll do.

PAIRING || Chan x Female Reader

GENRES || F1 Racer!Chan, Mechanical Engineering Student!Reader, Friends To Lovers AU, Fake Dating AU, Fluff, Humour, Angst

SUMMARY || Lee Chan didn't know which was worse: the fact that he still liked you since high school (despite shutting down completely whenever you were around) or the fact that you wanted to meet up with him... for a research paper. But hey, he was willing to take any crumbs as long as he got an opportunity to make you realise he was a super cool racer now. That is, assuming he didn't crash under the intense pressure.

Or, in which, you never knew writing a paper on the boundary concept would make you question the boundaries between you and Chan.

WARNINGS || none

A/N || Woohooo after an agonising 1 month of going back and forth with the plot the fic has finally been set in motion! See you guys on the other side of the race track!!! Thank you @camandemstudios for this amazing collab (Seriously em and cam, you both keep outdoing yourselves each time). Check out the other authors here! If you want to be added to the taglist, send me an ask or comment here!

“Take your time.” You cut him off, smiling softly at him. Chan felt his heart stutter. “You don’t need to act like you're okay. A few words of consultation cannot heal the wound in your heart so fast. So take your time now that you’re here. Just don’t forget that no matter what happens in life, we will always be rooting for you. Me, Seungkwan, your family and your other friends.”

Chan swallowed thickly, inhaling as slowly as he could through his nose as he mulled your words over his head. So no matter how cool he acted you would see through it, huh? A small smile tugged at the corner of his lip.

PAIRING || Wonwoo x Female Reader

GENRES || Angst, Fluff, Strangers To Lovers AU (?), Reverse Chronology

SUMMARY || If crush at first sight was a thing then you were a fine example of it. How you were heads over heels with a man you had just met was beyond you but you all you knew was Jeon Wonwoo had occupied every bit of your mind and heart. But when you and him finally began dating, little did the two of you expect a your relationships to turn out this way.

Or, in which, you and Wonwoo unfortunately have a happily never after ending.

A/N || If you want to be added in the taglist, send me an ask!

“Is this seat taken?”

You looked up to see who it was and immediately felt the air almost knock out of your lungs. Your cheeks heated up as you blinked at the student standing in front of you, all coherent words thrown out of your head because he was just so, so handsome. 

He looked so good with his square framed glasses, unbuttoned chequered shirt over a casual t-shirt and dark blue jeans. In fact, he looked like any other of the countless averagely dressed college students you had seen on campus so far and yet, he looked so attractive that you were having a hard time formulating a simple sentence. 

v.

Where were you when I was curled up on the floor of that pale room of ours, covered in blood, thinking I’d die alone? The words didn’t leave Gin’s mouth, but the seething hurt of his aura was undeniable, a pained expression contorted with anger – a thinly veiled emotion. If Aizen was to pick at the scab of Gin’s worry, his anxieties about the sole two he cared for needing him, he’d best be prepared for the bloodshed that came from picking at such a large scab. And now, the consequences of Aizen’s careless words struck, slamming him into the nearest structure, half-collapsed as it was – the impact of the Muken prisoner’s body caused loose roof tiles to slide off into a clatter onto the ground. At the very least Gin hadn’t lashed out with so much power that Aizen went crashing through several obstacles. No, Gin kept the other man close, he didn’t want to disgrace whatever meagre trust Shunsui placed in him to keep Aizen on a leash.

But Gin was still fucking pissed enough to not let those words fly without a proper gut punch in response. Seething, he stood before Aizen with Shinso at his left, the empty white sleeve draped upon his right side swayed with the forward step Gin took, a hollow reminder.

“You’re only out here helpin’ now because they hauled your sulkin’ ass out from your lil timeout box. They need ya, Soul Society needs ya, but I don’t.” A stinging lie Gin willed to sound like truth, his nose snarled and his teeth showing with a bittered grin devoid of all mirth. A mask of armor raised in hopes of hiding the hurt he inflicted upon himself by speaking such words. “Think before openin’ your mouth at me again.”

iv.

Rain was dripping from the eaves, only noticeable when Shunsui listened for it. It was a steady drizzle outside, one of those misty clouded days when the clouds hung low in the skies above and banks of fog were left to march down the green banks of the mountainsides like flocks of mist-coated sheep that frolicked down the slopes to play in the valleys below. The greens were saturated into darker shades than the verdant emeralds and beryls they could become when the sun was in the skies above. Though he wouldn't say it aloud, Shunsui sometimes enjoyed days like this quite a bit. It seemed like the world would slow down and take a breather, encouraging folks to think longer, deeper thoughts and to willingly take things down to a far more casual level. They were excellent days, when the rain would pour over the lands and cascade in runnels of fluid from eaves and storm drains, filling up barrels and soaking the ground until the rich scent of petrichor seemed to waft into one's nose.

They were also days when his lover's illness might flare up for reasons related to his lungs... and what was housed there.

iii.

Death was not something unfamiliar to Aizen Sousuke.

He had learned of death at a young age, learned to avoid the rough men that tramped through the Eightieth district he had been born into; those were men who would think nothing twice of killing a young boy, of trampling him in the mud --- or of forcing themselves upon him. Quick as a bird he'd been as a boy, darting this way and that, protected to a degree because it remained known he belonged to Aizen Naoko, fruit of her womb. Children born of spirits were rare enough, never mind children produced by a woman who came from a brothel.

ii.

Gin remembered waking in a cold and sticky pool of his own blood, surrounded by walls of white, the room spinning around and around him whilst the sniveling sounds of some lesser Arrancar prickled at his senses. He relented back to that comfortable darkness. He hardly recalled the tedious and desperate moments prior, of heaving his broken body from that pile of rubble and crawling his way towards a sputtered Gargantua. Tumbling into the pale cold stone halls of a ruined Las Noches, Gin had retreated into the palace of stone akin to a wounded beast seeking shelter in the coverage of rock and cave. He remembered a bursting flame searing in his left palm and the distinct scent of burning flesh at his right, a scream that didn’t sound like his own, his throat ripped sore. He remembered stupidly fighting to live when every single atom of himself immediately regretted the notion.