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dejwritesarchived · 3 years

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♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — toys ! toys ! toys [ ft naoya zenin, toji fushiguro, sukuna ryomen / afab reader, her/she pronouns, feminine pet names, modern au, non sorcerer au, adult toys, mentions of piercings, degradation kink, mean dom sukuna, dom reader for naoya part, drabble/headcanon format, lower case and small font intended, minors dni ! ]

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naoya zenin.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — whose despite his loud and obnoxious remarks, he always seems to be the perfect one to tap into your dom side. acting like a complete brat when your attention wasn't on him when you were out in public or it's lousy behavior that caused your eye to twitch in annoyance. but it is even more glorious to tame naoya using toys. his face flushed of its color as the blue-colored cock ring was wrapped around his girth turned on the highest vibration level. drool tumbling out his mouth as your fingers brushed upon his slit, thumb caressing the prince albert piercing he had. his cock looked so beautiful in the cock ring. purposely buying a size down that could barely fit the thick girth of naoya's heavy cock, but it was a pleasant sight of seeing his precum glisten off his piercing and him moaning when your walls haven't even clamped around him yet. you would hum mimicking his pathetic lil moans before crawling on your hands and knees.

"you're going to fuck me with that thing on and if you cum, i'm going to punish you."

toji fushiguro.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — who isn't afraid to use your pastel pink vibrator wand while the two of you having sex. taking up the majority of the space in between your gapping thighs with his large muscular form. his thick cock bullying his way into your drooling cunt with ease. his hips always moving at a rhythmic pace just to have your toes curling with each thump inside you. the pink vibrator wand in between the both of you. each time your grasp on the wand got loose, toji's hand was quick to place it back onto your clit. his hand overlapping yours to be sure the pastel pink toy stayed on your clit. occasionally he'll even guide it in a circular motion just to have you crying out for him. his dark eyes staring down at your fucked out face as drool trickled out the corner of your mouth and your tears were blurring out your own sight.

"go ahead and cum baby girl. cum all over my cock."

sukuna ryomen.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — who thinks it's a bit insulting for him to catch you using the small bullet vibrator to get off when he wasn't there. crushing his ego quite harshly when he caught you rubbing the small bullet against your sensitive rosebud. harsh grips upon your limbs and even harsher slaps to your pussy. you're a whithering mess under him as he's holding the tiny bullet vibrator in this hand. a devious grin sprawled out on his tattooed face before he's letting his tongue glid across the vibrator before turning it on. his own saliva coating it effortlessly before he's prying your shivering thighs apart. like a werewolf in heat, eager to finally get a bite of its prey, sukuna pressed the vibrating toy against your clit. the overwhelming sensation of the vibrating plus sukuna's long digits finding their place warming your warms. you knew your orgasm was going to banging at your door in no time.

"i want to know which will make you cum quicker, this pitiful toy or my fingers.....perhaps both."

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likethetailofacomet · 6 years

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Fluff Requests Part 2

Part two of @zaffrenotes requests for @pixelburied ‘s Fluff ABCs. All of these little drabbles take place after the events of LTLA- some just after, some much after. I had so much fun turning my answers into little looks at their love that I decided to finish the whole ABCs so if you think these are disgusting cute, look for the rest sometime this week!

!!! V- Vanity, what is something that they are proud of in each other? was also requested, but my answer contains spoilers for the LTLA finale and the follow up series The Broken Bits, so that answer will be re-worked into the full alphabet later this week !!!

M – Movies (What kinds of movies do they watch together? Is it a regular Netflix ritual?)

(3 Months after LTLA)

“Berkley,” Drake grumbled as she fussed with the pillows and blankets. His frown was etched deep into his face and his eyes were full of disdain for his confinement, but Claire could tell based on his posture that he was in more discomfort than he was letting on. “I’m not made of glass, you know,” his point was shattered like the glass he said he wasn’t when he winced at the slight movement of lowering his left arm over the top of the blanket that she had just spread over both of their laps.

She shot him a look out of the corner of her eye and he sighed as his expression softened to one of resignation. “What was that you said?” she asked him, smirking as she kissed his cheek. He’d recently started rehabilitation on his shoulder, having been cleared earlier that week by his cardio specialist, and he was sore. Achingly sore, and Claire knew it was because he was working as hard as his therapists would let him work so that he could get back to life as he liked to live it- actively an on his own terms. He was frustrated that the limited exercises they had given him were causing him so much difficulty, and Claire felt like she was constantly reminding him how little time 3 months actually is; how little time it’s been since his surgeries, and that he had screws and hardware in his shoulder. “You’re made of flesh and bone, Drake, not brick and mortar. It takes time to heal the right way; you don’t want to hurt yourself and prolong the process, do you?”

He’d groan and roll his eyes but he knew she was right- he was just a terrible patient and always had been. He pulled her closer with his good arm and reminded himself that just last month he hadn’t even been able to do that, to hold her, because it would put too much stress on the repaired joints and arteries in his opposite shoulder, back and chest. Progress, however small is still progress, his therapist would say when he’d get annoyed that he couldn’t lift something more than 5 pounds. But this wasn’t small progress, this was huge. Getting to feel her body next to his, to be able to squeeze her tightly to him, to hold her while they slept, that wasn’t small progress as far as he was concerned. Those were giant leaps.

“Okay, so, what movie did you choose?” Claire asked as she picked up the remote on the couch next to them. It was finally starting to feel normal again, this life they started building together during the social season, having him there on the couch, doing something so normal as having a movie night. She looked up at him as he released his squeeze a bit, settling back into a more comfortable position for both of them.

“Press play and you’ll find out,” he said, but she didn’t have to to know that he had chosen the John Wayne classic, True Grit- they had once shared their favorite movies to watch when they were feeling sick or under the weather. Claire’s was Breakfast at Tiffany’s, and this was Drake’s. She knew it was because he had precious few memories of time spent with his father, but that one of those memories was watching old Cowboy movies together. He’d told her how he’d sit on his father’s knee and Jackson would explain the things Drake didn’t understand, and tell him not to tell his mother when there were scenes that maybe he shouldn’t have seen. She knew this one was their favorite together because the good guys win out and John Wayne’s character makes it to the end. Apropos for his current situation. She smiled up at her cowboy and pressed play, and the two of them snuggled in for their first “date night” since the attacks, Drake whispering his favorite lines under his breath and Claire feeling her heart burst each time he did.

P – Pizza (What is their favorite food to eat together?)

(10 years post LTLA)

“Shhhh! Eli, we have to be quiet, it’s a surprise. You know what surprise means,” Jacqueline was helping her four year old brother down the stairs, one little hand clutching tightly to his sister’s, the other wiping sleep from his eyes and hair from his face.

He nodded, yawning, and whispered, “Yeah. It means we gonna say ‘surprise, Momma and Papa!” he took his free hand, finger splayed, and waved it excitedly in the air.

Jacqueline nodded. She was taking charge of this mission, and she’d been planning it for weeks- since she was made aware that their parents’ anniversary was coming up, and she was taking it more seriously than most 8 year olds took anything. In that way and countless others, she was just like her father- determined, independent and driven. But she was also very much like her mother- patient, loyal and full of love, so she helped her brother up onto a step stool next to where Cecelia was already mixing a bowl of dry ingredients for pancakes. Jacqueline had left Celia with the task of pouring all the ingredients that Jacq had measured before going to get their brother, and was pleased that her little sister had managed to get most of it in the bowl, only wearing some flour on her cheek.

“Hi Eli,” Celia said without taking her focus from the bowl, and Elijah waved, another yawn sneaking out as he flattened both his palms against the counter. “Jackie, I wanna help Celie,” he said, looking at his project manager pleadingly.

Jacqueline was ready for this request, passing him a bowl of chocolate chips. “Here, Eli, can you make piles of ten chocolate chips? Papa says ten is the perfect number for perfect pancakes.” She said the last bit with certainty and pride, having helped Drake make pancakes on plenty of Sunday mornings. Elijah nodded determinedly and set to work.

Jacqueline handled the actual cooking portion of the meal, Claire having let her start to cook just last month despite her young age. She was exceedingly careful and since comfort food and baking love into everything was so important in the Walker house, it seemed inevitable that Jacqueline would develop an interest in cooking. She developed an interest in everything she tried. Cecelia and Elijah busied themselves with picking some flowers out of the flower beds in the back yard, and once everything was done, Jacqueline carefully loaded a tray with two plates stacked high with chocolate chip pancakes, the flowers, and two cups of juice. Cecelia and Elijah walked ahead of her and knocked on the door to their parents’ room, Elijah stifling excited giggles, Cecelia smiling ear to ear, and Jacqueline staring at the orange juice, begging it not to spill.

. . . . . .

They’d been awake, laying in the morning light and trailing kisses and fingertips over each other’s exposed skin. “Happy anniversary, Berkley,” Drake mumbled, his lips next to her ear before he nipped at the lobe and used his hand to turn her face to his. He looked into her eyes and it was like walking into that bar in New York all over again as it hit him in the chest how much he loved this woman.

She smiled lazily, reaching up for his face and tracing his eyebrows. “Happy anniversary, Drake,” she said dreamily before he leaned in to give her a slow kiss that stole the air right from her lungs. The knock came as they broke apart and her eyes sparkled. His did too. “Time to see what their surprise was all about,” she said. The kids had thought that they were being very secretive, but they’d have a lot to learn if they were ever looking for a career in espionage.

“Come on in,” Drake called towards the door, dropping one more kiss to his wife’s nose before they did.

“SURPRISE!” Elijah jumped inside the room and flung himself at his parents. He’d completely forgotten the pancakes, too excited for the ‘surprise’. Drake caught him and situated him in his lap with a chuckle.

“Hey, Eli,” he said, ruffling his own hair on his son’s head. “Hey my gorgeous girls,” he beamed as his daughters entered the room, Cecelia carefully spotting her sister as Jacqueline gingerly set the tray down on Claire’s lap. Claire leaned in and kissed both girls’ cheeks before pinching and kissing Eli’s as well.

“Happy anniversary!” the kids said in a sing song chorus, all extremely proud of what they’d pulled off.

“Oh, goodness!” Claire clapped her hands together, a wide eyed expression on her face. “Thank you, rascals!” she gushed over how perfectly the pancakes had come out as Drake set Elijah in between himself and Claire to let the girls climb up on his lap for their hugs.

The five of them lounged the morning away, eating pancakes in bed, and it was the best anniversary that the Walkers had had so far. “Ten years,” Claire said looking over to her husband, his mouth full of pancakes and a smudge of chocolate on his face. “Ten years and staying late to close the bar that night was still the best decision I’ve ever made.”

S – Soft (Something one of them did that turned the other into absolute mush)

(a l m o s t 3 years after LTLA)

Claire woke up from the nap she hadn’t meant to take- “I’ll just lay down for five minutes,” she’d told Drake as he kissed her nose and nodded, knowing full and well that she needed much longer than that. Her hair was still damp from the shower and now sticking to the side of her face and neck. She blinked the sleep from her eyes and sat up inhaling deeply through her nose. She checked the time on the bedside clock and knew that Jacqueline would probably be waking up at any moment. She stretched and pulled her robe tight around herself and wandered down stairs to the nursery. As she got closer she heard something that absolutely melted her from the inside out. She crept closer to the door and peeked in through the slight crack from where it was open, and saw Drake, big hulking man that he was, cradling their two month old daughter in his arms. The look in his eyes was awe, adoration. It was the look that a man gets when he turns from just a man into a papa. But it wasn’t the way he was looking at their newborn girl that was melting her. It was the song that was drifting out of the room. It was the song that her own father used to sing to her and Brielle, and she’d never taught it to Drake, which meant he had learned it only by listening to Claire singing it to Jacqueline during midnight feedings when she thought he’d been asleep.

“Ah, ah, Papa’s love, Papa’s little turtle dove, I love you, yes I do, and m y little baby loves me too,” his deep voice was soft and calm as he rocked Jacqueline in time with the song, her little fists opening and closing as her tiny eyes slipped closed. Claire stood in the hallway, watching through the crack until Drake laid the tiny bundle back down in her bassinet.

X – X (Something they hate about the other)

(5 years after LTLA)

“Come on,” Olivia said, rolling her eyes and taking a long sip of her cider. It was a bright and sunny day and the Apple Festival was in full swing. Jacqueline was running around with Liam’s son and Olivia’s twins, all around the same age, with Maxwell herding them all like an Australian Shepherd- he was actually pretending to be a dog, barking at the kids on all fours as S’mores bounced around his hands, tail wagging excitedly. “You’ve been married three years now. There has to be something you hate about each other.”

Drake looked at Claire and scrunched his nose up. “I hate when her feet are stinky after she goes for a run,” he softened his crinkled face and kissed her nose as she feigned offense.

“And I hate when he tells me my feet are stinky after a run,” she laughed as Olivia rolled her eyes again.

“So not what I meant. I was looking for something real here, you know?” She scoffed but they knew she was only playing around with them- knew that Olivia had actually become one of their biggest supporters. “You two are just gross, come on, gimme something,” she said smirking.

Claire’s eye caught a glimmer of mischief and Drake saw it, a smile climbing up his face as he knew his wife was about to mess with Olivia. “Fine,” she said, letting her face fall into a serious frown that took every ounce of fight in her not to break into a grin. “You wanna know what I hate about Drake?” Olivia sat forward and nodded attentively. “I hate his big dumb combat boots and the way he reads my mind,” she dissolved into tipsy giggles as she recited the poem from the movie Ten Things I Hate About You Olivia scoffing and choosing to head off towards where Liam and the others were.

Claire leaned in to Drake as they watched Jackie climb on Max’s back, S’mores jumping and putting his paws up on Max’s shoulders to try to reach his little human. “But I don’t hate you, not even a little bit, not even at all,” she grinned and he kissed her and tasted the apples on her tongue.

. . . . .

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campinzon11-blog · 8 years

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Como sabrás , para seleccionar a las chicas , las cuales yo hago las preguntas , son chicas que influyen en el fandom , osea saben que decir , asu manera pero saben que decir por eso te seleccione a ti y a 19 mas para que me digan sus puntos de vist , en cuestión a preguntas , no solo del WIGETTA si no, del fandom en sí ,

Bueno primero que nada quiero decir que es algo muy lindo que me hayas escogido ya que acabo de empezar hace pocos meses esta cuenta y el hecho de que me hayas tomado en cuenta en esto ( junto con cuentas tan grandes como la de cely es algo significativo para mi), es un gran honor saber que lo que escribo esta gustado, en pocas palabras GRACIAS.

1.- ¿cómo ignoras el bardo?

Primero que nada veo sobre que trata ya que igual es algo con sentido y vale la pena verlo pero debido a que la mayoría de las veces es por tonterías lo único que hago es seguir bajando por el tag y únicamente leer cosas que valen la pena.

2.-¿ qué piensas de tu aporte al fandom?

Bueno se que hay tantas pero tantas cuentas que escriben drabbles, fanfics, one shots que el hecho de que este respondiendo esto es que estoy haciendo algo bien, (o al menos lo quiero tomar así), igual me desvarie un poco en la respuesta pero lo que quiero decir es que si estoy causando interes y pasar un buen rato a las que leen lo que escribo es que estoy aportando algo bueno.

3.- ¿qué es lo que más amas de tu país?

Por si a alguien le interesa yo soy de México, para mi es un país lleno de historia y de lugares magnificos, tiene culturas asombrosas pero sobretodo la comida es de lo mejor que puedes encontrar en México, aunque admito que poco es lo que como ya que soy muy poco tolerante a lo picante pero lo poco de comida mexicana que suelo comer es delicioso (si, es muy clichee, todos los mexicanos lo decimos pero es verdad)

Bueno para mi fue un honor el haber respondido esto y el relacionarme un poco más con el fandom, gracias a PREGUNTAS DEL FANDOM, por haberme incluido en esto, gracias por leerme y seguirme y que tengan un gran día. z4

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cheeseceli · 2 months

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It's a secret!

Pairing: Seo Changbin × Gn!reader

Genre: drabble, fluff, f2l

Prompt: "there used to be nights where you were a little bit drunk, baby. The stories I heard for the first time, I liked to see you being honest"

Warnings: reader is drunk, not proofread

A/n: all I got is like one of the best songs to ever exist| daily click

"I'm never letting you drink that much ever again."

You didn't respond. Changbin doubts you even heard him at all. With the amount of alcohol that was in your blood right now, he was surprised you even managed to stay awake this whole time.

"You're no fun..." You muttered under your breath as a delayed answer. He could tell you were using all of your energy to try to say actual words instead of nonsense "Changbin would let me drink."

He laughed at that. You were drunk drunk.

"Oh really?" He engaged in the small talk as he tried to hold you in one arm while he opened the door.

"Really. He always lets me have fun. You'd love him. Everybody loves him."

Changbin smiled to himself. Although this time you had drunk a little bit too much, it wasn't the first time he saw you in a similar situation. It mostly wasn't the first time he brought you home after you start to stumble over your words and get your vision blurry. Still, he doesn't think he'll ever get used to the things you say when you're in this state.

He should know better than to believe in your actions when there's more alcohol than recommended in your brain, especially when you never seem to remember what you tell him in the night prior, but it gives him hope. Maybe one day you'll bring yourself to confess to him once you're sober. Then he will believe in it all. For now, he focuses on opening your apartment's door.

"C'mon Y/n. You need to rest."

You followed him inside, trying your best although it wasn't much. Changbin wanted to put you in your bed, but you seemed satisfied enough with your living room as you threw yourself in the sofa.

"I do too."

Changbin kneeled in front of where you were, taking off your shoes quickly whilst you were resting "What?"

"I said everybody loves him. I do too." he looked at you surprised. It was the first time you talked to him, about him, like that "I think I love him differently though. Right?"

He wasn't sure what he was supposed to confirm or deny, considering that you were now humming to a song that probably didn't even exist. You admitted it all so casually that Changbin doubts he even heard it right.

"And how exactly do you love him?"

"Like the love songs he writes. Which is funny actually. I realised this when-" you hiccuped "when I was in the studio with him. Two years ago? Three years ago? No, I don't even know him for three years. Four years?"

And there you went, back to the casual nonsense. It was the first time he heard you tell this story. You seemed so honest that he truly wanted to believe in your words. Your eyes started to close, but there was a smile still latched in your lips. So that was your face when you were in love?

"But hey" you held his hand and turned your head in his direction, even though your eyes were still closed "Don't tell him that, okay? He wouldn't understand. At least I don't think he would."

"Alright" Changbin smiled softly at your sleeping figure. He wondered what your reaction would be if he told you that he writes love songs because of you "it's a secret."

Masterlist | you'll probably like: sweet night

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Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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sweetomlinsun · 8 years

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Narra Cely: Era inicios del 2014 , aun lo recuerdo, era una tarde cualquiera pero mi vida cambiaria al entrar a Wattpad, pues si leía fanfics wigetta , que aparte de mis dibujos era un secreto . Y ahí estaba aquella cuenta que escribía, lo que hoy sigue siendo unos de mis shipps favoritos. Ella escribía drabbles algo que me encantaba , que talento para escribir , yo era nueva en el fandom , wigetta era en ese entonces un Fandom pequeño y ella era parte de el , lo que no sabíamos era que...

tengo que seguirlo? no entendí jdsajdjjsj

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leggomylino · 4 years

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I actually managed to work on Sunrise: Dawn after forever and a year 😩😩 we’ll see what comes first, the second half of Sunrise or Violets are Blue (the second half to Roses are Red)

#celi talks #skz fanfiction #sigh #y’all forgive me right I really gotta take my time bc of school #also -> I may post a short drabble for Halloween!

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cheeseceli · 7 months

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We cry together

Pairing: Idol Hyunjin × non Idol Gn!Reader

Genre: hurt/comfort, drabble

Request: Can I request reader who’s an en empath and when she senses that hyunjin has been sad lately she starts crying and then that makes hyunjin cry too and finally open up to her about what’s wrong😭🩷

Warnings: none I can think of

A/n: I think you requested this like last year💀 I'm sorry for taking so long but hopefully you'll like it!

Hyunjin hasn't been himself lately, and you knew that better than anyone else.

His eyes were darker than usual, like he was feeling tired all the time. He'd barely joke around anymore or do his dramatic antics. You knew he wasn't being his normal self, however you didn't know why.

"I'm fine, don't worry" was his usual response to any approach you'd have. Just like now. A whole week had passed and he still was walking around like a zombie - a zombie who'd always fake a smile to try to make you feel a little bit relieved.

You didn't know what else to do. You tried to talk just to hear lies about how he was feeling alright. You tried to comfort him just to realise that he was wearing a barrier around him. You tried to be there for him just to realise that he himself wasn't there, nor anywhere. He was so inside his mind that the real world was inexistent to him.

With this dilemma inside your mind, the whole day had already passed and it was time to bid goodbye. He didn't look at you though, and his "goodnight" was such a whisper that you doubt he meant to say that at all.

Now that's a funny thing about loving someone. You don't only have feelings for them, you have their feelings. If they are happy you're gonna share their smiles. If they are angry you're gonna share their screams. And if they are sad, even if you don't exactly know the reason, you're bound to share their tears.

So when you hug Hyunjin as a farewell, you can't help but cry. You didn't mean to, but the more you cried the more helpless you felt and just tried to find comfort in your lover by hugging him tighter, hoping that you wouldn't disturb him. However, your sobs made Hyunjin come back to earth and back to you.

"Love?" he asked with a soft voice "are you crying?"

You didn't reply at first. Oh, how embarrassing it was to cry like that for no apparent reason. But Hyunjin took your face in his hands and looked at you with the kindest eyes to ever exist. It was the first time in the whole week that he looked at you properly. You didn't realise how much you missed it.

"What happened?"

"I should be the one asking this, Hyunjin. You've been weird for God knows how long and you refuse to tell me what's wrong."

A mixture of confusion and guilt showed up in his eyes before he dried your face with his thumb "You're crying because of me?"

You smiled. Not because you found it funny, but because you couldn't believe the situation itself.

"I just... I just want you to know that you can trust me. I'm here. For whatever you may need or want. Even if I can't solve the problem, I hope that at least we can cry together."

Hyunjin hugged you closer before you could see his tears forming. It was kinda contradicting, really. But for Hyunjin, the way you were already crying together ended up solving the problem in his head, at least for enough time for him to breathe again.

"Do you think I could sleep here tonight?" His voice was a little bit muffled, his face in the crook of your neck, but his words resonated in your skin. You felt he was little to little coming back to life.

"Of course. Why's that?"

"I wanna trust you tonight. I'll tell you everything. Just let me be here with you, please."

"Always."

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#celi drabbles #stray kids #skz fluff #skz #stray kids fluff #stray kids soft hours #stray kids soft thoughts #skz x reader #skz x you #stray kids x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin angst #hyunjin scenario #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin #is it too obvious that the end was rushed 💀

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cheeseceli · 24 days

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Love wins all

Pairing: Jungkook × Gn!reader (established relationship)

Genre: fluff, comfort, late 40s au, drabble (<1k words).

Prompt: "however big, however small, let me be part of it all. You may be right, you may be wrong, but say you'll bring me along."

Warnings: Both y/n and Jungkook struggle financially, they are married.

A/n: This is a mix of the greatest showman with the notebook (although I never watched the latter) | daily click

"Jungkook, if you let me trip over another rock I swear that I-"

His laugh cut you off, not allowing you to finish your threat towards him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. We're almost there, I promise."

"You said that a few times already. I miss the light."

You heard his giggles once again. You loved that sound. It never failed to amuse how, even with all difficulties life presents, your lover always managed to find joy in the little things. Like leading you through the sidewalk when your eyes were covered. That seemed to be bringing a lot of fun to him and, although he still hasn't confessed to you where the destination is, claiming this would ruin the surprise, you trusted him enough to literally follow him blindly.

"But we're getting closer every new step, aren't we?"

"I bet people are staring weirdly at us."

"I wouldn't say that."

Now it was your turn to smile, a lighthearted laugh coming out of your lips "we've been walking down this entire road with you covering my eyes, people would be crazy if they didn't find it weird."

"I really don't think it's that weird. Don't worry about that. Instead, focus on this."

With that, Jungkook slowly took off his hands from your eyes and placed you in front of the destination.

As your eyes got used to light once again, you saw a house in front of you. It was simple: a single floor, rather small, with visible dust and some broken stairs. It seemed abandoned for a while, but it had this cozy charm. It seemed like a lovely house, one you would love to visit given the right circumstances. "Where are we?"

"At our home."

You looked at him, speechless, only to find a quite anxious yet very smiley Jungkook. His eyes shone as you looked at them. "Surprise," he nervously giggled.

"You bought this house?"

"I did. I've told you I'd give you a good life once you married me, hadn't I?" not even once he stopped looking at you, trying to understand your reaction through your glossy eyes "I mean, the house is not very big and it needs some adjustments... A lot of them, maybe. But it's ours."

You couldn't believe it. Not once in your life you would've expected this. When you married Jungkook, you never expected gold nor glory. None of you never even saw it throughout your lives, and you genuinely think that you could die without it as long as you had Jungkook's love.

When your lover told you as a wedding vow that he would do the unimaginable to give you a proper life, you knew he was true to his words. But still, him buying a goddamn house for the both of you was not in your plans. As he promised you, you couldn't have ever imagined it.

And yet, here you are: seeing the man you love the most guaranteeing a home to keep your love safe for the following years, all while looking at you like you are the most precious thing in the place, even when considering the current situation.

You really were at a loss of words, but maybe you kept quiet for too long, as now Jungkook was getting nervous. He didn't plan your silence. He didn't think you would've cried. He wished you had at least smiled a bit. But you were seriously looking at him, tears threatening to spill at any second. Did you not like it?

"I know I should've bought the house with you... It's just that I wanted to make a surprise. If you don't like it, then I can... I don't know, I can come up with something to-" you hugged him. Tighter than you have ever hugged him before, maybe just not comparing to how you embraced him when he proposed.

He then remembers that your reaction at the moment was the same back then: speechless at his will to build a future with you.

"I love it, Kook. I love the surprise. I love the house. I love you."

This time he is the one who couldn't come up with things to say. He could never get tired of hearing you say things like that. So he hugged you tighter, bringing you closer to where his heart beats, maybe in an attempt to keep you and your sweet words with him for longer.

Maybe you would never be rich. Maybe you would never wear brand clothes and live in fancy houses, with expensive cars and food. But you had a home. You had each other. And you could never think of anything else you longed for. Your life was complete, and maybe that was the rarest thing to find, yet you and him did.

Masterlist | you'll probably like: 7:44 pm

Reminder that this is all fiction, this does not represent the members in real life!

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @butnotmontana @lelewright1234

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cheeseceli · 1 month

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I'm not letting go

Pairing: Min Yoongi × Gn!reader (individually)

Genre: hurt/comfort, drabble

Prompt: “The only thing that is harder than sleeping alone is sleeping with your ghost”

Warnings: almost heartbreak, pressure of media (about your relationship), established relationship, not proofread.

A/n: don't be like the "fans" here!! Let idols date😭 | daily click

Yoongi has always been scared of falling in love. Not because he was scared of being hurt or abandoned, or falling for the wrong person. He was scared of it feeling good.

He heard the stories before. People falling in love and suddenly life has meaning. People sacrificing everything for the sake of a relationship and he was scared of this. Imagine being so unconditionally in love that you don't recognise yourself unless you're in someone else's arms? Yoongi didn't want to feel that. Sadly, he can't control the heart.

When you showed up in his life, he would've never imagined the impact you would've had. Every little action and thought of his was somehow linked to you, just like yours were to him. At some point, it was like you were slowly becoming one. And he liked it.

He truly enjoyed the feeling of belonging somewhere. He loved the fact he could go to bed smiling just because you wished him good night. God, he loved you. And although it took him time to admit it, that's a statement he's never taking back, even if that's precisely what the people wanted of him.

Gossip never fails on being fast when it's spreading itself. And the lies are also surprisingly quick to make an appearance. "Suga of BTS is spotted with a non celebrity on a date" is a title that sells a lot. "What a gold digger" is also a quick yet bold statement, that to not mention other people's opinion. People loved to intrude in Yoongi's life, and he could take it. But it was too much for you.

Especially when the company barged into your door, demanding you to sign a NDA about all the rumours. That was probably the worst part.

When you agreed to dating Yoongi, to dating Suga, you were well aware of his life as an idol. He had to work a lot, he'd be constantly overseas, you'd need to be discreet. But you were not prepared for the insane inhumanity that came along with fame. You were also not ready to see staff and managers trying to take over your life.

That's how Yoongi found himself on his bed, alone and without a single goodnight message. Today was particularly harsh on you. The company thought it would be better to break you two up and just tell the media they were wrong about the photos that were leaked. The fact they just sent you home while you were broken hearted was something that still lingered on his mind. And he still doesn't know why he didn't do anything about it.

Yoongi truly didn't want to fall in love. Simply because it was too good. And now, the best he ever had was being taken away from him. He could endure being alone, but feeling your ghost wherever he goes is just too much. That's precisely why he decides to wake you up by knocking at your door at 3 am.

"What are you doing here?"

That was it. No smile at his sight, no hugs, not even confusion. Just pain laced in your voice. Oh, how he hated all of that.

"We didn't break up, did we?"

"Your company said we should."

"But did we?"

You sighed. It was clear all that situation was exhausting you. But you still answered the door. You were still there. There was still hope, right?

"I don't know if I'm worthy of all this trouble, honestly. The messages I'm getting from the managers ain't any better from what I read on the internet. And that's your job at the stake here. I'm sure it's all way worse for you."

"So we're still together, but you think that's a mistake?"

"Not a mistake. No, never that" you breathed in and closed your eyes. Just this sight was enough to break a man's heart. "But it would make things easier for you."

"When has anything in my life been easy, Y/n? I don't care about that. Unless you explicitly tell me that you don't want anything to do with me anymore, I will not let you go."

"What about the hate comments?"

"I can sue every single one of them."

"And your company?"

"What are they gonna do, fire me?"

You laughed at that. Even if that happened at the same time your first tear rolled down, Yoongi was relieved to see your smile.

"You're too stubborn, did you know that?"

"It pays off." he said while he finally closed the distance between the two of you, embracing your figure into a hug. He missed the way you would circle his waist with your arms, how you'd hide your face in his neck. He missed you.

"Don't ever go to bed without wishing me a good night ever again."

"Noted." you smiled "I won't."

Masterlist | you'll probably like: sing to me

Thank you for reading!

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cheeseceli · 4 days

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That must be right

Pairing: Min Yoongi × Gn!reader

Genre: fluff, f2l, drabble

Request: can i request a yoongi idolbf! x reader and its just like a fluffy date, they're just dating and didnt really actually confess their feeling yet and like at the end of the date he or reader confesses

Warnings: tzuyu (twice) makes a cameo, suga overthinks a bit, y/n was delulu for a second here, not proofread.

A/n: don't you just love when he smiles | daily click

Yoongi doesn't know what to feel right now.

He should be happy, because oh my God this is happening. But he should also be anxious, because what is he supposed to do now that this is happening? And on top of it, he should be scared, because is this even supposed to be happening?

The way you saved his number as "my love" is a fact that has been spiraling in his head for hours now, since he discovered it. And it is just a silly little detail about your every day life. He wasn't even supposed to know about that. But he does. And now he can't stop thinking about that.

It's also about how you told Tzuyu (who definitely shouldn't have told Suga) you couldn't go out with her since you were having a date with your boyfriend. The boyfriend being Yoongi. And the date being the place you guys should go to in a few hours.

And there's nothing wrong with that, right? Except for the fact that you called him your boyfriend when he is... not your boyfriend. He would love to be, of course! But he is not. Unless he got lost in translation, which he highly doubts, considering how he is always replaying everything you say and do in his mind.

But you called him that. And, in some type of way, you called him your love as well. Never to his face, but you did. And Yoongi has no idea on how much of that he should consider. It could be just a not very funny joke. But you wouldn't joke about it, would you? So maybe he should just behave like nothing happened. Yeah, that's right. He shouldn't even know about those things at all.

So for the rest of the day, he pretends that he didn't discover anything. Everything is exactly as it was. But he can't bring himself to actually forget those. "My boyfriend". "My love". Those sentences were quite harsh to forget about.

You guys are on a date, so why can't you be actually dating? Do you even know that this is a romantic date? Does Yoongi know that? When did the line between friends who are secretly in love and actual lovers blurry itself so hard? It's getting ridiculous at this point. So many questions and very few answers.

He watches as you hold the huge popcorn bucket, trying your best not to drop anything. You were just waiting in line with him, waiting for the movie session to start, but you were so happy. Even when just standing still, your eyes were undeniably full of joy.

Yoongi also didn't miss how you never failed at being close to him. Not on a way to overwhelm him, just to be there. Like you just wanted his company, even if you weren't touching each other. Even if you were in complete silence, even if you didn't even look at each other just yet. You were both there. And that was all that mattered.

Useless to say that he paid absolutely no attention to the movie on the silver screen. He had no idea of who was staring in it, or what it was about. He barely looked at it to be honest. He was looking at you all the time. My boyfriend. My love. You surely acted like there was truth to those words.

For the first time in the past hour or so he looked away from you. He focused his gaze on the movie playing instead, but only because he wanted to reach to hold your hand, and he wouldn't be able to do it if he looked at you while doing so. That was proven particularly correct as he felt you turning your head just to look at him the moment you felt his touch.

He should've looked though. Maybe then he would see how your eyes proved that Yoongi was indeed your love. Maybe just not your boyfriend. Yet. That was soon to be solved, as he was already planning on how to confess the moment the two of you got out of the movie theater.

You were, after all, calling him your boyfriend for a while now. However, now it was time for him to call you his partner. Oh, and he so would do it. It felt right to do so.

And if it feels right, it must be right.

Masterlist | you'll probably like: shut me up

Reminder that this is all fiction! This does not represent the members in real life!

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Dividers by @sweetmelodygraphics | credits for images 1, 2 and 3

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