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Guidelines

The following are my guidelines for requests:

What I’ll write: 

Drabbles, Headcanons or One-shots 

Platonic or romantic relationships 

gn!reader or fem!reader --> if not specified in the request the reader will be written gender neutral 

Member x reader ships or member x reader x member ships 

Fluff, Angst (I’ll try) and hurt/comfort 

What I will not write: 

NSFW (at least for now) 

Incest 

Member x member 

Who I'll write for:  

Seventeen

Ateez

Tomorrow x Together

Stray Kids

If you’re not sure, if I write something, feel free to ask 😊 

English is not my first language - so please be kind if you find mistakes ;) 

Please be aware: I don't want any racists, homophobes or transphobes interacting with my posts. I can't stop you but just know, that you are not welcome! 

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🌻Requests are now open!!!🌻

Hey Sunshines, 

It's been a minute, hasn't it? After a brief (long) hiatus, I'm back and more inspired than ever to dive into writing. That's where you come in!  

To get back into writing, I’d love to start with some of your requests. I’d love to read your requests and make some magic happen together.

Here you can find my guidelines.

Thank you!💕

[boxofancientdaydreams]

Demon!Hongjoong x gn!reader (no gendered pronouns used)

Genre: Hurt/comfort, fluff

Word count: 1774

Warnings: a lot of nicknames (HJ calls reader love a lot), HJ talks a lot about murder - but no actual murder, a piece of shit (pardon my French) father figure, a dumb ending because I couldn’t think of a fitting one. Please let me know if I forgot anything.

This fic is inspired by the phenomenal Hotel California fic from mint-yooxgi.

Summary: Reader meets their Father again and Hongjoong is there to clean up the mess.

Note: Saw my dad again. Had a mental Breakdown. Voilà!

Jokes aside though, I really thought I would post a bit more regularly on here but yeah. This was supposed to be a SKZ-account but I started listening to Ateez and now we’re here… Anyway, I tried to use second person p.o.v. for the first time but I’m not too sure if I like how it turned out. If you have a preference for the p.o.v-thing, please let me know :)

As always English isn’t my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

Feedback is greatly appreciated :)

Please note that this story is fictional and not meant to represent any Ateez members in real life.

You knew that he wouldn’t understand. He never did. And still you were at his beck and call. Still, you tried to be a child to him that he approved of. Yet every time you broke and twisted yourself into shape for him, you still weren’t enough.

Today was one of the rare days where you went to see your father again. It was a belated celebration of his birthday and like the fool you were you dressed up and went, thinking that this time would be different. You learned quickly that it wasn’t, it never will be. It always ends the same way with your father angry and you in tears over the disapproval of a parent who never cared enough to actually tend to you.

So here you were. Unshed tears glimmering in your eyes while standing in front of the door to the apartment you shared with your partner. As much as you loved him, you dreaded going inside. He wouldn’t react well to you coming home in this state especially since he had warned you about your father hurting you again right before you left. Just because he was indeed right about that, you were in no condition to hear him say “I told you so”. Not right now. Right now, you just needed calm and comfort.

You took another deep breath and turned the key. It was eerily quiet when you stepped inside but that soon changed when all the lights turned on at once and Hongjoong appeared out of thin air in front of you.

“Hey love, how was your night? Did you eat well?”

Locking the door with your back facing him you responded: “Yeah, it was okay”, while cursing your voice for sounding weak. You just hoped he wouldn’t notice and distracted yourself with taking of shoes and jacket. You gasped lightly when his fingers found yours and slowly turned you towards him. As soon as your eyes met you knew that he picked up on your emotions. His soft smile disappeared, and his brows furrowed.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did something happen?” he asked with his worried gaze focused on you. You tried to answer but all that escaped your mouth was a choked sob. You tried to calm down, but when you felt him engulfing you in a soft hug you couldn’t stop yourself from breaking down. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you remembered the course of the night once more. No matter how many times it happened, it still hurt. It broke you time and time again.

Hongjoong was lost. His thoughts were racing. He didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t like comfort was a big thing where he came from, so he was still learning how to console someone. He hoped the closeness could offer a sense of safety to his love. He wanted you to be comfortable. To be there for you.

He loosened his arms around you a little to get a look at your face. Tears were still streaming down your face like the endless streams of a river. Your breathing was rushed and choked. It stung inside him to see you like this.

“Come on love. Let’s get you a little more comfortable.” He said softly while guiding you with his arms around you deeper into your apartment. He takes you to your shared bedroom. Once there he helps you into more comfortable clothes (his shirt and sweatpants). He tried to think of what more his love could need but there were so many possibilities and options, like did you need a distraction like a movie? Did you want to take a bath? Alone? with him? He couldn’t figure out what would be best for you, so he settled on asking.

“Darling”, he waited until your eyes met his to ask, “What do you need?”

You seemed in thought and he was already worried that what he had done wasn’t right for this situation, when he heard your voice, a little croaky and quiet respond to his question. “I just need you, Hongjoong.”

He was so relieved to hear your voice that his lips quirked up a little into a soft smile. “Come on then”. He proceeded to guide you to your bed. He helped you get under the covers and quickly got in after you, taking you into his arms and laying your head on his chest, with his hand softly stroking your hair.

You hugged him close and while your tears were still falling and wetting his shirt, you felt a little calmer inside.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?”, Hongjoong questioned after a few minutes of tranquility.

You thought about this and figured that maybe it would be good to talk to someone about it and about how it made you feel. You trusted Hongjoong, so you agreed.

Though instead of speaking you decided you would show him instead. You opened your mind to him and soon felt a subtle presence almost like a soothing caress touch against your consciousness. You closed your eyes and let the events of tonight pass through you once more. You were able to watch as the tension rose and rose during the evening and how your fragile heart got broken once more. You stopped your projection once you watched yourself leave your father’s house in your memories. The only noise that could be heard now was your quiet breathing into Hongjoongs chest as you relived the memory once more. Your lover’s arms tightened around your waist, tensing up and his heart beat a little faster beneath your head as you did so.

You were the first one to break the silence, “I’m sorry”.

“Why are you apologizing, love?”, Hongjoong seemed genuinely confused and when you lifted your head from his chest to look at his facial expressions, this confusion was visible all across his beautiful features. Noting this you tried to explain, “I should’ve listened to you. You said he would hurt me again. I was just too stubborn to believe you. I wanted to believe that this time would be different. That this time he’d care”

As soon as you had finished Hongjoong softly gripped your chin, willing you to meet his sad yet loving gaze, “You have nothing to be sorry for. You estimated the situation differently and wanted to try again. You are someone who believes in the good in people and for that reason you wanted to give him another chance even though he didn’t deserve it. I mean, look at you. You even believe in the good in me, regardless of what and who I am. Regardless of the question whether I deserve your faith.”

Still keeping eye contact you watched as his face darkened. Furrowing his brows he continued, “If anything I should be the one to apologize”. You opened your mouth to question him, but he spoke again before you had the chance to do so. “I should have been there. I should’ve protected you. I promised to keep you safe and tonight I broke that promise. I couldn’t protect you from his words and actions. I wasn’t there when you needed me. I’m deeply sorry for that. You don’t know how much I hate myself for not being there. I will do better. I promise, I will do better for you!”

“What are you even saying?” you knew he was protective of you, but you couldn’t have him blaming himself for something that really wasn’t his fault. “You’re always there and looking out for me. You care for me probably more than anyone ever has. You’re here with me now. That’s what counts.”

“That’s not good enough!” He closed his eyes in what seemed to you like exasperation. As his breathing grew stronger, and he opened his eyes again, an almost pleading look crossed his face. “Please let me redeem myself. Let me kill him. Please, just ask me to kill for you. I’ll make it all better. I’ll make sure he never hurts you again.”

Your mouth opened slightly while you weren’t sure what to say. Since you remained quiet, he took that as his cue to continue, quietly this time while holding you trapped in his gaze. “Just think about it, my beloved. The world would be so much better without him. He caused you so much pain and sorrow and never showed any care or regret after he hurt you. Don’t you want revenge? Won’t you let me kill him for you?” After his little rant his eyes were wide and intense. All his focus was on you and on what your answer would be. All he needed was one word from you and he would make it come true. A soft call of his name called him out of his daze. He watched as your eyes filled with adoration and something that he would define as sternness. His breath got stuck in his throat as he waited for you to speak.

As you started to share your thoughts with him your voice was firm and secure. It wrapped like a fluffy blanket around Hongjoong’s shoulders even though the content of the message brought disappointment. “My love, I don’t want you to kill him. I know you mean well but as much as I hate my father for what he has done to me I do not want you to have his blood on your hands. I don’t need you to kill him. I just need you with me.” You reached out and cupped his cheek in your hand. “You’re all I need and I’m so lucky that you’re always here to catch me when I fall and to comfort me even when I myself am to blame for getting hurt.” At your words he slightly turned his head and placed a light kiss on the palm of your hand. Then he spoke again. “Beloved, I can promise you that I will always try my best to be there when you need me. If you don’t want me to kill him, I respect your wishes, but just know that if you ever change your mind, I only need one word from you and I won’t hesitate to act on it.” He sighed softly and carried on. “I love you and I care for you. I will always care for you, as long as you will let me.” His voice turned gentler as he repeated the question, he had asked you only some moments before: “What do you need?”

As his question, your answer remained the same, “I just need you.”

[boxofancientdaydreams]

Comfort

Pairing: Jeongin x f!reader (she/her pronouns used)

wc: 959

Genre: Hurt/Comfort (mostly comfort), friends to lovers?

Warnings: none - sfw

note: I don’t really know what this is. I think I just needed some comfort. 

This was originally a part of a bigger story I planned, but I decided to publish it separately. 

Anyway... this is my first piece of writing that I’ve published, so please don’t be too hard on me :)

I’d appreciate constructive criticism if you have any.

Also: English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. And I’m sorry, I really suck at titles. 

When her doorbell rang at 1am, she sighed and wondered who the heck would disturb her after she finally finished her project and was heading to sleep. She carried herself to the front door of her apartment and opened it to kindly remind whoever it was that it was the middle of the night. However, when she locked eyes with the person standing outside her door, her irritation and confusion was quickly replaced by surprise. She stood face to face with her close friend Jeongin. All thoughts of sleep vanished from her mind the second she set eyes on the shaking young man. Only a split second had passed from her opening the door and him stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her tightly.  She looked down at the mop of black hair that was now hiding his face in the crook of her neck while clinging to her as if she was his lifeline.

She felt her shirt collar slowly growing wet and felt him shiver in her hold. Aware of the still open door and her ever curious neighbors, she started to lightly stroke his shoulders and softly lifted his head so he was looking at her. She didn’t tell him that he should stop crying, knowing that he obviously needed to get whatever this was off his chest. Instead she asked, “Do you want to come inside?”

Instead of answering he slowly let go of her waist and stepped all the way inside. She reached behind him and locked the door. When she turned around he was looking at her with tear-filled orbs. Silently she took his hand and led him to her bedroom. There she motioned for him to take a seat on the bed and he hesitantly sat down. Without letting go of his hand she took place beside him. She locked eyes with him.

“Are you hurt?” — Concern laced her voice.

He shook his head.

“Do the others know you’re here?”

He shook his head again, eyes trained on their interlocked hands in his lap.

“Okay. You can stay here as long as you need.”

He mumbled a soft thank-you while slowly looking back up. She noticed the tears welling up in his eyes again and hesitantly moved her free hand to cup his face, not knowing if he needed space. As soon as her palm made contact with his skin he pressed his face more into her hands and her worries disappeared.

“What do you need?” she asked while starting to gently stroke his cheek with her thumb.

“Please… just stay with me.” As soon as the whispered plea left his lips, the tears fell down his face again.

“Of course.”

And for a while they just stayed like this. She kept holding his hand while brushing away the small rivers running across his face. His body shaking in time with his sobs. After some time had passed, his tears dried out and his breathing calmed. Jeongin opened his eyes looking at her. She moved to take away her hand that still cupped his cheek but before she could move far he gripped her hand in his free one.

“Don’t leave!” His eyes were almost comically wide and fear painted his expression. “I’m sorry but please don’t leave,” he said now in a calmer tone while loosening his hold on her wrist.

“I’m not going anywhere. I just wanted to ask if you wanted a glass of water or a cup of tea.”

“Oh… no thank you. I’m okay. Just please don’t leave me alone. I can’t be alone right now.”, he begged quietly.

“I promise you, I’ll stay with you as long as you want me to.”

As soon as the words had left her lips he visibly calmed down. His arms found their way around her middle and his head was hidden in the crook of her neck. The force of his body crashing into hers almost sent them both backwards.

His actions took her by surprise. He was someone who usually preferred to have his space. It didn’t take her long to accommodate though and she hugged him close. She moved their bodies into a more comfortable position so they were both lying down, his body splayed out over hers, so close that they almost became one.

She didn’t push him to tell her the reason he found himself at her door at one in the morning trembling and crying. If he wanted to tell her he would eventually. She just hoped to at least be able to provide him a bit of comfort. Her hand found itself threading her fingers through his hair and lightly massaging his scalp, while the other one smoothed over the tension in his shoulders.

“I’m so sorry,” he spoke with a wobbly voice. “I shouldn’t have bothered you with this. You shouldn’t have to look after me like this.”

“Don’t ever apologize for asking for help or for needing someone in moments like this. I care about you and you can always come to me if you need anything, no matter what that might be.” She insisted.

She felt him nod against her collarbone and felt his hold tighten a little more. After a while she felt his breathing even out and soon heard soft snores leave his lips. She kept stroking his hair and drawing little figures on his covered back. She continued for a long time until sleep finally got the upper hand and her eyes fluttered shut. Whatever was on the young man’s mind, she would try her best to be there for him and to help him get through it. She cared about him, probably more than he knew, but that was a conversation for another time.