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Hey!! I'm not sure if you're still active here, so if not, sorry. Can you write about Nd!Yuqi being ashamed of herself and Shuhua helping her with this? Also sorry for my bad English, and if you don't want to do it or can't do it, that's okay too

slamming doors

|| cg!Shuhua little/nd!Yuqi

•CW: anger issues, hitting pillow, swearing

i am active just a bit busy rn !! ur english is fine chickpea don’t worry

Yuqi furiously slams the door behind her. Frustrations are too quick to build these days, with work being so constantly demanding of her, both emotionally and physically, it gets harder and harder not to become upset.

She immediately storms to her room, and throws her belongings on the ground, in a fit of anger, belongings be damned. Yuqi stands in the middle of the room, angrily staring down at the ground. There are so many emotions swirling, not just the anger that’s so blatantly shown on her face.

She doesn’t want to acknowledge any of them, she just wants to seep in her anger, and be upset. Everything fades around her as she clenches her fists, climbs onto the very neatly made bed, and starts to hit at the pillows.

She practically sees red, as she sits there, mindlessly hitting the pillows as frustrated tears stream down her face. She’s let everything build and build without ever bringing attention to the way she feels. A bad habit she hasn’t been able to break yet.

Yuqi keeps hitting, even as her arms grow weary and tired. On one hand, all the rage boiling in her blood feels right. She wants to be angry forever, to never have to face her problems and just yell, and scream for the rest of all time. But on the other hand, she’s tired, her anger always leads to some sort of mass exhaustion. She lets out a shout, as her arms finally grow too tired to continue on. Yuqi hangs her head low, as she angrily wipes away the tears flowing down her face, as she sniffles. All the emotions she’s let bottle up inside for the past months, is finally coming to a crescendo. Before she can dissolve into a fit of sobs, there’s footsteps coming from the doorframe. 

Yuqi freezes, as her blood runs cold. She knows whos footsteps those are. 

“Yuqi-” Shuhua’s voice rings in the silence of the room. Her voice is a mix of concern, and comfort all at once. 

“Don’t.” Yuqi growls, her hands balling into fists for the second time tonight. Her head still hangs low, as she takes a shaky breath.

There’s more footsteps quickly approaching the bed, and the last thing Yuqi wants is Shuhua to be here while she’s having this... fit. This meltdown that’s simply been waiting to happen for months on end. She doesn’t want Shuhua to coddle her through this. To hold her, care for her... to make things better. No. She doesn’t need this, she doesn’t need Shuhua.

“I said don’t!” Yuqi yells, not daring to face the other woman in the room. There’s no way that she’s going to cooperate tonight. Not without a fight. 

“Yuqi, what is the matter?” Shuhua questions, moving closer to the bed. Yuqi can tell that she’s right behind her. Looming, waiting for an answer. 

Yuqi doesn’t have a witty, or snarky remark, so she goes for the simplest thing she can think of right now.

“Go away.” She mutters bitterly, crossing her arms in front of her chest, as she almost fully curls in on herself. She doesn’t want Shuhua to see her like this, to have to be here when her anger is so palpable, so seethingly coursing through her body to the point where she just can’t control it.

Having control over her emotions is a task that’s all too laborious at the moment. She hears Shuhua take a deep breath behind her, and somehow, it sets her off.

“I know I’m just a fucking nuisiance, so why don’t you just leave?!” She shouts, a bitter venom in her voice, part of her knows, that what she just said isn’t true, but the other half of her truly does believe it.

“Yuqi. If you know what’s good, you’ll let me help you.” Shuhua says softly, but there’s a sort of edge to her voice. An edge that makes Yuqi flinch.

“Why should I?” She challenges, finally turning around to face the other. She’s met with a fairly disheveled Shuhua. Her clothes are all wrinkled, the buttons of her blazer haphazardly buttoned up, some buttons even in the wrong place. Her hair is all messed up, and almost poofy from the humidity of the rain today. Her appearance is a stark contrast to the look on her face. 

“Yuqi-“ Shuhua starts again, but Yuqi interrupts before she can get another syllable out.  

“No. No, why should I listen? Why should I stop what I’m best at? Causing problems!” Emotions rise high, as Yuqi laughs bitterly. “Why would you ever want to help? You should just pack your shit and leave like Soojin did! There’s no fixing me. I’m done playing games, it’s stupid! It’s stupid and you know it.” She snaps, fists clenching so hard her nails are about to break the skin. 

She sees something akin to anger flash across Shuhua’s face. Finally. Something in her facade is about to break. Something other than Shuhua’s unconditional love, her tenderness, her care. Whatever’s about to occur, Yuqi is sure she’s ready for it.

“Listen to me dammit. I care about you alright? I care about you so much but you saying all this is so selfish. Do you know how much it hurts? It hurts to see this? It hurts when you shout at me like this, like I’ve done something wrong?” 

Oh. Oh no. 

There’s a sound akin to a sniffle. “I just want to help.”  

Yuqi doesn’t think she’s ever heard Shuhua sound so defeated. So beat down. Now her face truly matches her appearance. There’s barely any sounds coming from the room now. Yuqi feels trapped, until finally, another sniffle breaks the silence. And that’s when it all finally clicks. When Yuqi finally realized everything she’s said, it comes crashing down faster than she can process, she feels small. Everything she’s said…everything she’s done tonight. Shameful tears well up in her eyes, and not for the first time tonight, do tears roll down her face. 

“Shu.” She calls, so simple. She has to apologize, she has to make things right, right now. She can’t stand the murky feeling in the pit of her stomach anymore. All the rage has vanished, in favor of sadness, and shame instead.

“M’ sorry.” She says quietly. “M’ sorry, m’ sorry.” She whispers again. What else can she say? She doesn’t know how to express it in any other way. 

There’s a dip in the bed, and before she can look up, she feels Shuhua’s warm arms around her. She feels Shuhua’s shoulders shaking, a sure sign of crying, right now she can’t help but cry along with her. All these big emotions have taken so much out of her, especially her outburst. Now she just feels sad, and worn out.

She eventually feels Shuhua stop crying, and she hears soft, shushing noises. Yuqi feels enticed to quiet down, as the noise comforts her, and makes her feel sleepy all at once. After she calms down, Shuhua pulls back from the embrace, until they’re face to face.

“There you are.” Shuhua says with a familiar smile, “There’s my girl.” her eyes look red, no doubt Yuqi’s look the same, but there’s something strangely comforting about it, something Yuqi can’t quite place. Shuhua wipes her face, as she takes a deep breath. “Let’s get comfortable, and then we can talk, ok?” She asks, her voice a little wobbly, as she takes another few breaths.

Yuqi nods sleepily, as she feels Shuhua wipe her stray tears away. In no more than a few seconds, Shuhua is up, and gathering items. Yuqi’s eyes stay glued to her form, as she watches Shuhua go back and forth between drawers in all different places. When she gets back, there’s some pajamas, her stuffed puppy, and a pacifier, still in its case. Yuqi doesn’t say much, as she lets Shuhua move her around, and get her in pajamas. Eventually, Shuhua leaves the room. Yuqi whines, but focuses on her puppy, she plays for a bit, until she hears footsteps fast returning. 

“Time for baba honey.” Shuhua says softly. Yuqi perks up, as she tries to sit up, but everything is so heavy at the moment, it feels like she’s trying to lift weights, and there’s a thick fog clouding her senses. Shuhua quickly rushes over to help her up, as she gently holds her in her lap. “Open.” She whispers, and Yuqi does just that. The perfectly warm milk starts to make her even more sleepy, and her eyes all the more heavy. Once she finally finishes all of the bottle, Shuhua gently sets it aside on the nightstand. Shuhua hands Yuqi her puppy once more, and changes herself, and in a few moments, they’re tucked in bed. 

The lights are dim, providing a cozy, but quiet environment. That is, until Shuhua speaks up. “Yuqi, chick, what’s the matter?” She asks quietly, petting Yuqi’s hair waiting for a response. 

Yuqi, in a very young headspace, responds as best as she can. “Sad, and mad. I tired Shushu.” She says simply, hugging her puppy closer. 

Just like that, Shuhua seems to understand, and somehow, in some nonverbal way, Yuqi knows that. Shuhua snuggles up closer to the little one, as she wraps her arms around the girl, and begins to rock them gently.

“I’m sorry that things are really hard.” She starts, taking a breath. “But you know, no matter what happens, in this whole wide world, you can talk to me. Shushu will always, always help, and make things better for you. We’re a team, right honey?” 

Yuqi smiles, and nods, cuddling impossibly closer. As she smiles, she taps her cheek with her finger, knowing exactly what the gesture means.

“You want kisses?” Shuhua laughs earnestly, a noise Yuqi is very happy to hear. “How could I say no to that sweet little face.” She coos softly, pressing butterfly kisses to Yuqi’s face. She laughs, and gives her own kiss to Shuhua.

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too lazy to write so have a moodboard :3

[amoursua]

can you write nd!momo playing with her stuffies with cg!jeongyeon

bunny?

|| cg!Jeongyeon nd!Momo

•CW: nothin

Momo let out a big yawned as she played with the colorful block’s scattered over the bedroom floor.

“Alright, big girl, it’s time for a nap.” Jeongyeon explained softly, picked up the girl by her armpits and holding her on her hip.

“Bunny.” Momo whispered, pointed down with a small pout on her lip.

“You want your stuffie?” Jeongyeon ask and looked down to pick it up but couldn’t see it.

“Huh, it’s not here.” Jeongyeon hummed and that visibly upset Momo.

“Bunny?” She asked and looked down but didn’t see her red colored bunny plushie.

“It must be somewhere,” Jeongyeon said and sat Momo on the bed, who thrashed a little and made upset noises.

“I know you want your bunny,” Jeongyeon whispered while gently stroking her hair. “I’ll go find him, yeah?” She walked out of the room and made her way to the kitchen, since that was the last place she saw the kid have the plushie. She looked on the table, the cabinet and the countertop but couldn’t find it anywhere.

“Hm, I coulda swore it was in here” Jeongyeon huffed and scratched her head.

She moved on to the dinning room and didn’t find it and then to the bathroom, still couldn’t find it. She sighed and went back to the bedroom.

“Sorry honey but- Momo?” Jeongyeon walked into the bedroom to find it empty.

“Good lord, you give me run for my money, kid.” Jeongyeon giggled and walked back into the kitchen, then the dining room, and the bathroom but couldn’t find Momo.

She searched for a few more minutes in the bathroom before deciding to check the one place she hasn’t; the living room.

Once she got to the living room she didn’t see anything or Momo until she rounded the couch and saw Momo curled up on the floor up against the couch’s back with her stuffed bunny in her hands. Jeongyeon breathed a breath of relief and huffed a chuckle.

“Goodness, kiddo, givin’ me a heart attack huh?” Jeongyeon said and picked up Momo. She walked back to the bedroom and tucked the little one in bed. After kissing her forehead she turned off the big light, then turned on the nightlight. She smiled down at the sleeping girl and quietly made her way out of the bedroom, closing the door but leaving it open a little.

[amoursua]

Hello I'm Kai this is my blog. This is my first time sharing my writings publicly. I like kpop (I'm willing to share my biases) , Taylor Swift, Total drama, listening to music and drawing plus many other things.

Some things I will do

Agere (I've not done this before so if it's not good I apologize. But I'll do any age range also nd)

Petre (Same as agere)

Kpop girl groups (Mainly: Twice, Blackpink, ITZY and Gidle)

Overall anything wholesome

Angst

Some things I won't do

NSFW (It's just not for me personally)

Boy groups (I don't hate them I actually like some of them such as: SHINee, BTS and Stray Kids)

Anything that involves hurting (Basically I won't write anything that is physical or has the intention to hurt another)

I'll be as active as possible but I'm busy with college so that can interfere with how much I upload

My asks are open :)

[amoursua]

could u write something with little siyeon? i don’t mind what i just love baby siyeon - 🦦

:¨ ·.· ¨:⠀ `· . little siyeon | cg/mommy bora

In the later hours of the evening, a regressed Siyeon sat cross legged in her room, her floor adorned with a sprawled array of toys. She giggled to herself, immersed in her own little world, as she often was. As the evening drew on, the sky becoming cast, Bora entered the youngest’s room "Singie, it's time for bed," she cooed, her voice melodic, persuasive. Siyeon, clinging to a bundle of her toys, pouted and fussed. "Nooo, m’ playin!" she whined,her bambi eyes pleading with Bora. Touched by the sight, Bora's heart swelled, but she knew the importance of rest. With a gentle smile, she knelt beside her little one, her delicate hand caressing Siyeon's cheek. "I know, puppy, but it's important that you get your rest." The youngest, still hesitant but comforted by Bora's touch, reluctantly agreed. She was led into the softly lit bathroom. Bora drew a warm bath, infused with fragrant bubbles that sat softly upon the water's surface. Siyeon's laughter filled the air as she was gently placed into the warm waters of the bath. Gently, Bora began to wash away the remnants of the younger’s play, her hands gliding gently across Siyeon's delicate skin. She sang lullabies, her voice interwoven with the soft splashes of water, almost lulling the little to sleep.

Once cleaned, the little was wrapped in the fluffiest of towels. Together, they returned to Siyeon's bedroom, where the bed beckoned with its soft, cozy blankets and plush pillows. Patiently, Bora guided Siyeon into her favourite pair of pyjamas, the fabric a gentle caress against her skin. She tucked her into bed, ensuring every bit of her was comfortable. As Siyeon nestled into the embrace of her pillows, her eyes grew heavy, she gazed up at Bora. "can mommy stay?" she murmured, her voice fragile. A smile graced Bora’s lips as she settled onto the edge of the bed, her hand reaching out to stroke Siyeon's hair. "Of course, sweetheart." With her mommy by her side, Siyeon's eyelids fluttered shut, surrendering to sleep.

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what if i posted my kpop agere art

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Wanna write something with shy little!Yves. she is so dear to me🥹

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She's so tiny

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can i request nd!hyeju feeling ashamed to stim at the dressing room? they're about to go on stage and haseul encourages her to stim a little so she wouldn't be so tense during the performance, but she is embarrassed to show that side of her when she isn't at home...

⠀:¨ ·.· ¨:⠀ ⠀ `· . nd hyeju | haseul

Cw: suppression of stimming & shame around stimming

Sorry this took a while! Uni stuff got in the way

Hyeju was tense, nestled in the corner of the packed dressing room, her fingers twiddling. Her eyes darted around, cautious not to attract any unwanted attention to herself. She wanted to stim, to release this tension but she couldn’t, not with all of these people surrounding her.

Haseul, noticing Hyeju's unease, approached her gently. "Hey, Hyeju," she stopped. "Hi," she responded, a hint of vulnerability in her voice. 

Concern etched across her face, Haseul pressed further, "Are you alright?" Hyeju paused, torn between wanting to be honest with her, to let go and not wanting to feel  the shame that she felt would come with it. 

"Hyeju?" Haseul's voice jolted her back to reality. "Y-yeah, I'm fine," she murmured, an obvious lie. 

Haseul's eyebrow arched, her tone knowing, teasing almost. "Really?" she questioned, coaxing Hyeju to be honest with her. Hyeju muttered, "...yes." 

Haseul responded with a hum, her fingers gently intertwining with Hyeju's, lifting their joined hands. Mimicking one of Hyeju's familiar stims, she shook their hands, mirroring the rhythm that had brought Hyeju comfort before. A smile tugged at Hyeju's lips, a light blush accompanying it. "Haseul," she whined, "there are people here." 

"They won't mind," Haseul assured, her voice tender. "Besides, I can’t have you going on stage all worked up now, can I?" Her words were soothing to Hyeju, they always have been. 

She untangled her fingers from Hyeju's, silently encouraging her to continue on her own. 

Hyeju began after a moment of internal deliberation, starting small, a gentle tap of her thumb against her other fingers, a sway back and forth, to her hands fluttering from side to side. Haseul remained by her, until the moment arrived for them to go on stage. Rising from her seat, she turned to Hyeju, extending her arm with a warm smile. "Let's go,"

Hyeju reached out, her hand intertwining with Haseul's, relieved.

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⠀:¨ ·.· ¨:⠀ ⠀ `· . little & autistic siyeon | cg/mama minji

Cw: sensory overload, meltdown

Hihi, this is one of my first attempts at writing agere, so it'll be a bit clunky. It's more of an ND focused piece butttt

The work-day trudged, dragging its weight through the hours. From everyone scrambling to and from their tasks to the lulls of numbing boredom, Siyeon found no relief. With being denied a proper meal due to the lack of time, to being awoken at an ungodly hour, weariness hung over her. In an attempt to keep her body awake, she bounced her leg, though usually being something she found comfort in, had only exacerbated her growing discomfort. Fabric seemed to cling to her, threads of denim clawing at her thighs, a constricting shirt suffocating her chest. She squirmed desperate for some semblance of comfort, yet her they only seemed to tightened, the frustration becoming indescribable. Cheeks flushed, eyes stung. Each passing moment intensified her torment. The mere thought of it going on any longer making her spiral deeper and deeper into bitter frustration. 

Keeping her dreary eyes open had already been proving to be a chore but now, with fresh tears welled, threatening to fall, it was unbearable. Beads of glass tears cascaded, leaving stains on her rose-tinted cheeks. She knew she was slipping into a smaller mind. She resisted, fought to maintain the adult part of her. But how could she ?

Sleeve covered hands in bunches paw at her glistening eyes, desperate to halt the now torrential flow. Emotions whirled, words fragmented and disjointed. No, not here, not now, please not now, i ca-

 “Siyeon ?”

The sound of that warm, familiar voice saved her from the swirling waters of her mind. Minji.

She spoke again, her words like silk “Singie, what’s wrong?” Siyeon lifted her glassy face to meet the gaze of the older girl. She tried to speak, to hold onto the last grown part of her mind, but all that she could muster was a weak whimper, “Mama…”

With that she was enveloped into the older’s arm. Nestled in her mama’s lap she was gently swayed from side to side, her head resting in the crook of Minji’s neck.

 They sat like that for a while, in a comfortable silence as Minji's hands tenderly caressed her little one’s hair, adoring the way her smooth locks glided through her fingers and fell beautifully back into place. Minji lifted the younger girl's head, cupping her tear-stained face, gently brushing away the lingering droplets. For a moment she just gazes at her in adoration, staring at the girl’s rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes. “my sweet girl,”  she whispered, drawing her close to her chest, “let's get you home.”

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⠀:¨ ·.· ¨:⠀ ⠀ `· . ari . 20 . s!her.

groups I write for…

loona, dreamcatcher, mamamoo, blackpink

will write…

age & pet regression, neurodiversity, fluff, nursing, pull-ups/diapers, hurt/comfort

won’t write...

nsfw, male idols, x reader, physical discipline