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euphoricfilter · 1 year

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hello! can i please have a fluffy soft yandere drabble with taehyung and "i didn't think it was possible to love someone this much.", please? thank you! have a nice day!

20191009 i like her:

pairing: yandere! taehyung x reader

genre: fluff || non-idol au || established relationship

summary: taehyung loves to take care of you

word count: 1k

tags/ warnings: lots of fluff, very briefly touched on unhealthy relationship, the flu (ew stinky), soft yandere! boyfriend tae, it’s super tame honestly considering some of the other yanderes i’ve written

notes: a self indulgent comfort fic from when i was sick a month ago and just never posted it ~ drabble game is closed <3

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The human body is truly fascinating, strange in the way it works when you’re sick. How your temperature spikes before you’re sinking to what feels like subzero. Shiver tickling your spine, head throbbing and throat sore; truly an awful combination.

You seem to take every day for granted, grateful for what you had when you remember how awful being ill truly is.

“Please, baby” Taehyung kneels beside the bed, floorboards creaking under his weight.

You shake your head, “It tastes bad, Tae”

“It’ll help with your cough, please” his thumb brushes over your knee.

You shake your head, sudden motion tickling your throat; prickly cough spiking through your chest.

Taehyung sighs, cough mixture abandoned on your nightstand as he wanders out the bedroom.

Really he couldn’t be mad when in retrospect it was his fault. You never left the house all that often, everything you’ll ever need in his apartment. And he’d thought it’d be cute to take you out on a date, to a restaurant he’d been eyeing for a while. It was your anniversary, it was only right that he spoiled you a little.

Your immune system had never been all the best, even before Taehyung had started keeping you home. So, really he should have known that walking around the park after dinner would be too much for you.

You think you’ve won, head falling back onto your pillow, summer duvet pulled up to your chin so you wouldn’t overheat.

Taehyung takes a seat beside the bed once more, and he watches you eye the tangerines in his hand.

“For me?” you ask, pushing yourself to sit up.

Taehyung hums, tucking your hair behind your ear before he starts peeling the tangerines for you.

“No medicine then?” you dare ask, nose scrunching up at the mere thought of it.

“Nope” he grins, “medicine and then tangerines to get rid of the icky taste— open up”

Your mouth falls open, chewing as Taehyung opens the cough mixture.

“None of that” your boyfriend laughs as you frown, “the quicker we get it done, the quicker I can make us lunch”

His thumb brushes under your eye after you swallow, hand slipping down your cheek until he’s cradling your face. Your eyes slip shut when he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, tongue prodding the seam; gentle puff of air caressing your skin as he tastes the remanence of the cough mixture coating your lips.

You fall asleep in the bath as Taehyung runs a washcloth over your back. A towel dipped in cold water resting over your heated forehead, relief washing down your flushed cheeks.

The water ripples around your body as Taehyung turns you to face him, soft hands caressing your shoulders and down your chest. The bubbles spitter against your arms, and you can smell the faintest scent of vanilla through your blocked nose.

Neither you nor your boyfriend say anything, the gentle hum of the record player whirring away in the bedroom, a jazz album Taehyung had recently bought humming through the bathroom.

Yeontan’s nails clip against the tile floor, your furry companion stretching across Taehyung’s lap as his knuckles work your shoulders, kneading away any knots.

You and Tannie fall asleep on the couch after your bath, velvet blanket tucked up to your chin as the dog lays over your chest with his own blanket slung over his small body. A movie you had no care for playing in the background as Taehyung mills around the kitchen.

“Feeling any better?” Taehyung pushes your hair out of your face, and your groan. Pulling the blanket higher over your face.

“Nauseous” you whine, Tannie fussing over your chest as you wiggle.

“Lets have something to eat then, yeah?”

You shake your head, unsure if Taehyung even saw as he turns back the coffee table.

The world spins when your boyfriend hoists you up from under your arms, your hand shooting over your mouth at the sudden movement; awfully scared you’d throw up over your favorite blanket.

“Here” Taehyung gently hands you the tray, soup still steaming when you stare down at your bowl.

“You want any bread?” he calls from the kitchen, Yeontan following him in hopes of a treat.

“Just a slice” you peek over the back of the couch, hand fumbling around for the remote.

“Ah!” you turn to Tae, “It’s good” you marvel as you drop your spoon back onto the tray, always in awe of his cooking.

“Really?” he smiles, cheeks dusting the lightest pink, and you nod, puckering your lips for a kiss.

Taehyung indulges you, smiling against your lips as he presses a little deeper, almost tipping the both of you over.

His hand falls on the back of your neck, humming into your mouth, and you whine as he pulls away, air spilling into your lungs.

“I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much” Taehyung tells you after you’re done eating; an old romcom muted on the television. “I really hate seeing you suffer, my darling”

“I’m feeling better” a gentle smile graces your face, soon followed by a cough, but Taehyung can’t help but laugh, aways in awe of you.

You fall over his lap, eyes reflecting galaxies and stars and a universe built solely for the the both of you and no one else. Because why would you need anyone more than him when he was your whole world? Just as you were his.

His fingers rake through your hair, eyes flitting across your face as you sleep, face pressed against his stomach and hands fisting the back of his hoodie.

Next anniversary he thinks he’ll plan a picnic on the balcony, or a feast with all your favorite things. And all the kisses you ever deserve and need, and letters of love and poems of why you are the only person that would ever matter to his fragile mortal mind.

He traces his name over your arm with his finger, lips curling upwards as goosebumps prickle your skin with each gentle caress.

“I love you” you murmur, and he’s unsure if your awake.

“I love you more”

A fact you’d never be able to argue, because as much as you loved him, it would never match the haunting feeling of sadistic love he felt for you back. Something eternal, because he’d never let anyone take care of you the way he did.

“I know” you whisper back.

#bts fanfic #bts fluff #taehyung imagine #taehyung fluff #taehyung x reader #taehyung #bts fic #bts #bts x reader #bts imagines #taehyung x you #bts x you #yandere taehyung #bts non idol au

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simp999 · 1 year

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Misunderstandings- Robot Medic (MediBot) x Reader Drabble

Wc: 370

Themes: Fluff

A/N: Okay fine I give in I'll post it.

Pillbug, this is all your fault for making my comfort character one with basically no existing fanfics

A/N 2: Speaking of, Medibot's personality is entirely based off of how @physically-robotic-medic roleplays as him. Thank you Pillbug

A/N 3: This was meant to be read as platonic because that's the only way I can see Medibot but do whatever you want (shrug)

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"Are you alright? Worried!!"

You tilt your head to look up at Medibot, wondering what could possibly have him worried.

"Yeah, I'm all good." You turn your eyes back to the screen ahead.

"...I am not reassured."

You were lying down on a pillow placed atop where Medibot's lap would be- if he had one. You were introducing him to an animated movie. A studio Ghibli movie, in fact; it seemed right up his alley, and he had seemed to be enjoying it- up until his last comment.

You tear your eyes from the screen once again.

"I've seriously got no idea what you're talking about, what makes you think I'm-"

"-Your heartbeat. It is beating at an unusual pace."

You sat stunned for a moment. You shouldn't be too surprised that the Medic Robot had noticed of all people- but you didn't figure it was that big of a deal.

"Apologies for interrupting you-"

there was slight guilt in his voice, which quickly turned to panic with his next phrase:

"It is only getting faster! I believe you need medical attention!!"

Then, it clicked.

"Ah.." You kept your composure, which calmed him… until your cheeks started tinting pink out of embarrassment, another sign of possible sickness, to Medibot. He was quick to address this:

"You are sick!! Panicked!! You are in need of-"

You quickly sat up and paused the movie, facing Medibot and asking for him to calm down and give you his full attention.

"Hey, I'm completely alright. It's just… a weird thing that human bodies do sometimes."

"Why would sickness symptoms show when there is no sickness? Confused!!"

You chewed on the inside of your cheek for a moment. How could you explain this?

"It's- it just means that I enjoy being around you, is all. You bring me joy."

You could have sworn he blue screened for a moment before tapping his hands together, a nervous stim of his that you've noticed.

"Ah. Human heartbeats quicken when excited, if I remember correctly. Is it the same thing? Curious!!"

"...Yeah, basically."

You let out a relieved sigh. He didn't have to learn about complicated human feelings just yet- all he had to know was that you two were friends, and you enjoyed hanging out.

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marblemoovt · 2 years

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Winter Soldier - Simon Riley/Sunny (Reader)

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Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Angst. If I have to hurt, so do all of you.

Summary:

What if...? Sunny doesn't die. What if the enemy finds them and brainwashes them onto their side? What happens when Simon meets the ghost that's been haunting him?

Note:

Birdy and Sunny belong to @darklordofthesimp. Highly recommend you check the blog out if you want fluff and to get your heart stomped on. Someone did an ask which lead to a drabble where Sunny ended up dying, sacrificing themself to save Birdy. That shit tore me up inside, and someone brought up the idea of a winter soldier moment. I don't watch Marvel but I think I get the gist, thus this was born.

Happy Reading! ヾ(•ω•`)o

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The plane rocks. The roar of the engine and the occasional scuffle of feet disrupts the silence. Simon stares at the floor, keeping a tight leash on his self-control. Fists so tight his fingers might snap themselves and shatter his bones into tiny pieces. He squeezes and squeezes until Simon is gone and all that remains is Ghost.

Half a year. Six months. 182 days. 4383 hours since the remaining sliver of his cold heart finally shrivelled up and died. Now his chest rattles like an empty soda can; hollow and spent. He promised himself he would never let anyone get close. He couldn’t go through what happened with his family again. But then came fuckin’ Sunshine. Unapologetically blunt and a thorn in his side. Little by little, his cold heart started beating with warmth, fueled by anger and jealousy at times—but for once he felt something.

They say the line between hate and love is blurry and easily crossed. Sunshine was a right cunt, an absolute menace, a demon in a military uniform, and the love of his life.

A quiet chuckle sends his head snapping toward the source. König and Birdy are seated in the far corner. The pair are huddled close together with Birdy leaning against him. A flash of anger simmers in Simon’s veins. Crescent moons dig into his palms and the heat bubbles to a boil. How dare they? How fucking—

“Easy, Simon,” Price speaks in a low tone, like he’s comforting a startled animal. Simon is a raging bull that refuses to look away from the red curtain taunting him. “Sunshine—”

“Don’t.” Simon cuts him off. “You don’t get to say that name. Why don’t you go back to what you originally used? The body?” It’s a low blow and completely uncalled for, but hearing the name flips a switch. Price presses his mouth into a thin line, brows furrowing under the weight of guilt.

“I didn’t mean—”

Simon interrupts him again. “Leave me alone, John.” Not Price. Not Captain. John.

Simon goes back to staring at the floor, unable to look at Price’s face. He’s sick of the pitying looks. They don’t understand anything.

Once again he’s been left behind. Had his heart ripped from his chest and beaten like a tenderized piece of meat. Maybe that’s why his chest still aches, still stings when he sees the mats in the training room or goes to sleep at night, the other half of the bed still untouched.

The quiet laughter grates his ears; makes him want to claw at his skin until there’s nothing left but blood and viscera. His eye twitches as he glances at the corner. Look at them in their own little world. Laughing. Smiling. Simon hasn’t done either in six months. They don’t get to act so happily while Sunshine rots in some ditch. Why must he be the only one that remembers when everyone else has already forgotten? Everyone lost a friend, a comrade, and a family member.

Simon lost fucking everything.

The plane lands before he has time to spiral into a monologue. He heaves himself off the bench and forces his legs to walk down the ramp. Orders are repeated, but Simon hears none of it. He heard it the first time; he knows what he’s doing.

“Ghost,” Price barks. Dead eyes blink in acknowledgement. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“Roger,” Simon rasps, already feeling the adrenaline pumping through his body. The team was concerned there would be complications given the location. He’s still calm and calculated, a killing machine, but there’s an edge of recklessness in all his actions now. It’s almost like he wants to brush up against Death. He fought tooth and nail to come on this mission. He was prepared to hijack the plane if necessary.

Six months is a long time to be exposed to the elements, but he was going to—no he will find Sunshine. Even if it means meeting in the afterlife. He checks the silencer on his pistol and the knives stowed across his suit. A simple scouting. Go in, disarm the system, and dispose of any hostiles. Clear the way for the rest of the team.

Simon slips between covers, moving like a shadow. He reaches a building and creeps inside. It’s quiet. The warning signals in his mind go off and he reaches for the radio.

Bang.

A smoking hole indents the concrete column behind him, inches above his shoulder. The red dot on the wall moves toward his head, and he darts for cover. Another shot rings in the air, and a chuckle turns his blood to ice.

“Y’know, I thought you would be much more impressive when I read your file.” Simon pales, the ache in his chest threatening to swallow him whole. No. It’s not possible, he tells himself. “Are you going to keep hiding like a coward?” It’s glacial, apathetic, and mocking, but he recognizes that voice anywhere.

His steps are silent. He needs a closer look. He has to make sure he’s not losing his mind. There, leaning against a pillar with a rifle in hand is Sunshine. Questions form one after another. How? Why? His brow creases.

“What happened to you?” It slips out of his mouth before he can stop it, and the bullet misses again.

“Intimate question for someone I don’t fucking know. Why don’t you come out so I can kill you?” Sunshine says, staring at the concrete protecting him. And then memories hit Simon like a freight train. Sparks and Washington. He clenches his fist. Not this, not again. What are the odds of a brainwashed teammate trying to kill you? Multiply that by three, and the answer is still bullshit. How fucking unlucky do you have to be for the universe to take every little thing you love and either: kill it, or have it kill you? He won’t let it end like last time. He’d rather die than give up.

“Sunshine,” he speaks with a waver in his tone.

“Sunshine? What kind of shitty name is that? Is that what I should call you? You’ve got some weird kinks.” It’s not the same, but he feels like a stray that’s been offered scraps. “Tell you what, I’ll drop the gun and kick your ass the old-fashioned way.” The voice is much closer than it was a few seconds ago. He barely has time to dodge the fist coming his way. He grabs onto their arm and pins them against the pillar.

“You’re Sunshine,” he states. Simon wants to cry, he can feel the tears pricking his eyes, but his body still senses the danger oozing from them. He wants nothing more than a hug. Six months of no touch has left him starving. His arms remain in place, wary of the firecracker trapped between them.

“I’m your ticket to Hell,” Sunshine spits, face drawing close to his mask. Narrowed eyes burn him with their intensity. This hatred leaves him numb, it doesn’t excite him, and he certainly doesn’t find it amusing. “I don’t want part of whatever bizarre fantasy you’re having.”

The faraway look in their eyes reminds him that the person he loves is gone right now. “Who are you? What did you do before this?” he asks, hoping the brainwashing isn’t irreversible. Maybe if he can poke some holes in the programming, Sunshine will snap out of it.

“And why should I tell you? What are you? My best friend?” Sunshine scoffs, but he notices how uncertainty tugs their lips into a frown.

“We were,” Simon whispers. “And so much more.”

A hollow chuckle bounces off the concrete walls, it grips his lungs and squeezes until all the air turns to dust that sits heavy in his chest. “Pathetic. What would I want with some masked weirdo?” The arm slips out of his grip and Sunshine ducks, pivoting away from him. “Hate to break it to ya, pal, but I’m here to kill you. Wipe you off the face of the Earth. End your existence. The only thing you can kiss is my fist.”

“Come with me. Let’s go back home,” Simon pleads.

“I don’t take orders from you,” Sunshine sneers.

Simon smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Used to, not like you really listened anyway,” he rasps.

A glint flashes in his peripheral vision. He moves his head to the side. One slash and his cheek stings. Sunshine tsks disapprovingly. Three more slashes and the mask is torn off his face. “Good to see you, Simon,” Sunshine drawls, lips crooked in a smirk. His eyes widen, and he freezes. The indifferent stare doesn’t change, and his shoulders sag. “What’s the matter? Sniper got your tongue?”

They continue their little back and forth until Simon manages to knock the knife out of Sunshine’s hand. He tackles and sits on top of them, forcing all his weight to minimize the struggle. “I can’t hurt you. I love you!” His shout rips through the vicinity with enough force to bring the building down to its foundation.

And he’s naked, exposed. Skin flayed open for the world to see that the rattling in his ribcage is now an erratic drumbeat. Vulnerable like a frog on a dissecting tray; so open and honest. The confession leaves his throat raw and sets his skin ablaze. His shoulders heave with each pant and he stares into Sunshine’s eyes for an inkling of recognition. The cloudy look dissipates, and it’s like six months never even happened. He wants to scream, to cry out in joy. Because he did it, he got through.

A sharp pain ruptures from his side as cold steel sinks into his flesh. The serrated edge of the blade shreds him on the way out. Warm blood leaks from the wound, almost masked by the burning. His hand instinctively applies pressure to the area. Of course, it wouldn’t be that fucking easy. He feels like shit. More so than usual.

“Feeling a bit woozy, Lieutenant?” The taunt is full of mock concern. A feral grin exposes sharp canines. “Then the poison’s doing its job.” Simon is shoved aside like a ragdoll. He lands on the ground with a thump and crumples into a ball. Sunshine stands up and dusts off their clothes, watching him writhe with amusement. “I thought you would be more of a challenge. How disappointing.”

“Ngh,” Simon lifts his head with a groan.

Sunshine tsks and crouches down. “What’s the matter, ghost face? Any last words before you’re completely paralyzed? I hear your organs shut down next.” Hands grapple their shirt, and Simon smashes his forehead against the bridge of their nose. A scream pierces his eardrums.

“What the fuck, dude?!” Sunshine cradles their nose, blood streaming down their mouth and dripping off their chin. Mustering the last of his strength, Simon rises and performs a body slam. Sunshine is flung to the ground, landing on their back.

A crack followed by silence.

“You always get too cocky when you think you’ve won.” He grunts and rummages through his pockets, using zip ties as makeshift restraints. Sinking to the floor, he leans against a pillar for support. Shaky hands reach up for the radio. “Found Sunshine, but I’m injured. Possibly fatal, definitely poisoned.” Wincing, he lifts his hand to check the wound. Fuck it doesn’t look good.

Price’s voice crackles on the comms. “This isn’t the time for jokes, Ghost. What’s your status?”

“Wasn’t jokin’. Found Sunshine. Requesting medical aid and evac,” Simon wheezes. It’s becoming harder to breathe. He hopes the medic has anti-venom on hand.

“Don’t move,” Price orders.

Simon rolls his eyes. “That’s a shame. Was gonna see if there were any hostiles who wanted to have a cup of tea together.” He chuckles and sucks in a sharp breath when it agitates his wound. “I’m bleedin’ out, Captain,” he whispers the last sentence. Slick hands press harder to no avail. The poison is spreading through his system.

“Don’t you fucking die on me. That’s an order.” There’s a wobble in Price’s tone. Simon chuffs at the old man’s concern. The frantic shouting over the comms fades to background noise.

He crawls to Sunshine. Sticky hands stain the floor crimson. His limbs feel stiff, but they no longer feel heavy. The invisible sandbags filled with grief are untethered from his body. He caresses Sunshine’s cheek, admiring their face instead of a picture for the first—and possibly last—time. “I love you, you fuckin’ cunt.” His grin is watery. Pressing a kiss to their forehead, his eyelids flutter shut. The doors slam open and footsteps rush to his location.

“Bloody hell, Simon. You could have told me to leave the body bag behind.”

“That’s not a body; that’s Sunshine,” Simon murmurs, slipping into unconsciousness.

Fuck you, universe. Not even death can separate the two of them.

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End Note:

I totally headcanon in this timeline that Simon calls Sunny 'Zombie' afterwards.

I was going to do a sad ending, but I like happy ones too much. I'm too nice, unlike some people, and do not wish eternal suffering on others.

Time to crawl back into my den and finish that Price fic I've been delaying for far too long. I blame the discord server for giving me Simon and König brainrot,

I’ll see you guys at my next hyperfixation! (。・∀・)ノ

Reblogs are appreciated

#simon riley x reader #simon riley #cod x reader #mw2 x reader #cod mwii

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soragawanaeru · 10 months

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NEXOCEMBER 2023 DRABBLE - DAY O3 : MONSTERS

Welcome back to my NEXOCEMBER attempt, yeah. So about monster... I think about Grey Knight because that really interest me. I maybe had some misunderstanding for Grey Knight, but I swear it's because of my slow brain responses. I'll try to getting it as close as canon with my understanding. But I tell you this is not about a real monster, but... Other type of it. (SPOILER : It's your own mind and life, wooo yeahhh)

And IDC if you saw word human for this story, because think that as anthromorphing bla bla.

Like usual, English is not my main, not beta read. Set after Season 4 but have some flashbacks during S1 - S3 because I want to. But this time I gave some warning because this is quite dark story and have questionable contents. READ THE END NOTES TO UNDERSTAND WHY I MAKE THIS.

TW // Suicidal-ish Thoughts, Depression Interpretation

If you feel one of that, please contact a professional help, because your life is precious. ^^

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CW or TW (?) // FAKE WEAPON, FAKE BLOOD, FAKE ALL

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Clay Moorington was human, according to his appearance. Hair, face, body, arms, legs, that's human had. Clay was determined, selfless, desired for honor and justice, would sacrifice just to help everyone in need, smart, hardworking, and destined to be a leader. He's definited as perfect type of human, he's almost flawless, in both appearance and mannerism according to almost Knighton people who knew him. But according to Clay himself, he didn't know at all. If he's a human or a living monster.

At first he thought himself like that, he's a human, had dreams to be the knight to protect Knighton, he had role into that and played that desperately. But according to time, it just like... Confusing. He had human appearance, but he acted like a robot (or puppet ?) sometimes--repetitive, monotone, and endless. But it's okay, he just did that, he didn't mind, if that was the best choice.

But the more he did, the more confusing Clay thought about himself. His mind sometimes were poisoned with some negative thoughts like a fringed iris flower, ate him whole, and sometimes a force in his mind begged him to stop eating his dreams.

Clay felt like fighting lava monsters or stone monsters was quite nothing than the monsters in his mind, non-existent yet really controlled him. He didn't know why but that's... Awful.

After he turned into stone, Clay couldn't feel anything. Only stabbing coldness, and the noise of the voices in the city just echoes within his head. He sometimes ask the gaps in-between his 'dreams' that where should he go now, it seems like there's no prospect of recovery anymore.

After being alive again but as living statue that struck by Monstrox' thunder, his mind is hazy, only remembered that 'He must obey Monstrox' order and purge the one who defy him' like that. Just like a puppet in a damn theatre, controlled to be used for someone's benefit.

Sometimes he can heard voices that sounded like him sobbing, that Clay Moorington was there and begged to be noticed out. But nobody could hear or even understand that. Like his mind was falling deeper and became the gloomy water of the big ocean.

When he finally regained some conciousness, he felt endless throb in his head, his soul was like everyone's -- in the bitter suffering. He felt less human anymore, even stated himself -- a human named Clay Moorington was no more, only a monstrous living statue named Grey Knight. That conclude something -- he fell deeper into despair and anger, he was no longer belong to Knighton anymore.

After he regained his human form and realised he had magic power, everyone could say that Clay was glad that he's back to his usual. But reality said the opposite, that's the irony. As each day passed, whenever Clay saw himself in the mirror, he asked himself that was he ugly and fear really vanquished into his spine.

When everyone asked 'How are you? How it is going?' or 'Oi you, how are things?' like that, Clay just smiled politely and said he was fine, just for people did not ask anything about him anymore.

Ah, he just want to turned back like before, to be himself. He mumbled, "I want to be alive," but in his mind said that he didn't want to be alive anymore, but whatever it was he really just... Lived like that, written in a Bible that named DNA. He's tired of salvating because he didn't believe in salvation anymore.

As time goes, he surrendered and blamed that was truly his fault. He had enough but he had no courage to run away. That's typical type of story.

What the worst is, every aspect in Clay's inside was not human. He once had a stone heart, and he wanted to disinfect it in alcohol to sleep. If the world is a damn theatre, then he must have a role even to fulfill his emptiness of his heart. Each breathing felt like the air grabbed his throat every night.

When he found out that he's part of the wizardy and was the son of Ruina Stoneheart -- the witch that he hated so much, it suffocated him more, reality caved in his lungs. He felt like monsters, the ghost that behaves like a human from wanting a smile. He felt empty and hard to breathe each day passed by.

He felt sorry for deceiving everyone -- Macy, Lance, Axl, Aaron, Merlok, Ava, Robin, and many more, that he couldn't live up properly according to everyone's expectations because of course, he didn't know how to fight properly. Also he also felt sorry for not telling them, that's kinda sad. But suffering was the bond for his life. He was eaten by his own wrath and he asked himself, why it still hurts, everything.

If this was the price that he must pay, why Clay felt that was too much cruelty for him. His mind screamed, to gave him name to called by because he didn't know anymore if he was Clay Moorington or Grey Knight anymore.

After all he just wanted a future, to end his self-made theatre and one day, he could open his eyes and found the light that sure exist in 25:00 someday. He just wanted to let it end quickly and live in that moment that happened now, that's all.

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Do you know that I got inspirations by PROJECT SEKAI commisioned songs? Samsa (ZAMUZA) by Teniwoha, NOMAD by Keina Suda, Theatre (ENGEKI) by Nanou. Also a VOCALOID song like GEHENNA by Wotaku. IDK why, but yeah, I recommend you to listen them and find what the song talked about.

I just want to say that monsters not only from physical, but monsters can exist in our mind, and ironically, that happens to me. Sorry, but from this, do you think I need therapy? Reason why I used Clay here because when I saw Clay's progress for each series, I started to question myself, how's Clay mental state actually? Like how he looked stable and what the hell happened when he was struck by Monstrox and turned into Grey Knight etc. And wooo... Why I put my depression there?!

(And also, Clay is my fav in NK and I like to torture my fav into suffering if I make any fic so sorry)

Anyway, feedback always welcomed because I wanna know how it was. (Because I know this is absurd OMG)

#nexo knights #lego nexo knights #nexocember

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deepspace-bunny · 17 days

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˚. ✦.˳·˖ Requests & Rules ✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.

Since I've been receiving a few requests both for small events and outside of that, I decided to create a coherent info post for requests on my blog for your convenience. Let's get into it!

Currently taking requests for:

✧˖ Dark romance prompts ✧˖ Screw Yule ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. ✧˖ General requests outside of events (see below)

You can also combine prompts, either from the same event or different events.

Please note: 2024 is a busy year for me and I currently find myself with quite a bit of a backlog to work through. I will eventually get through it - unless something didn't get added to the list because of double prompts/too many of the same characters/pairings for any given series - but things will take longer and I'm gonna have to ask everyone to be patient with me.

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 ~ currently closed (for fics)!

What you can request:

✧˖ Fics ✧˖ Imagines ✧˖ Headcanons (both for individual characters or a group of characters) ✧˖ Reactions (both for individual characters or a group of characters) ✧˖ Musings/Ainur answers

Slots: ✦✦✦ (3/3; queue full)

For those who aren't familiar with the formats, here are some examples for reactions and headcanons as well as my own formats, musings and Ainur answers. For more information on reactions for Ainur, please refer to this post by my darling eden.

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☽. You can send me prompts via asks or DMs, specifying the details of your request. You are more than welcome to suggest a particular scenario or any additional ideas you have.

☾. What to expect: In most cases drabbles or short(er) oneshots. Long(er) oneshots or multichapter fics are usually not possible for me.

☽. Characters I write for: All the Ainur. Currently working on expanding the cast to include Silmarillion Elves. Other characters: I'll either specify in my post for a particular event or you can always ask. Also: If I've written them before or told you I'm open to something in conversations. OCs: Yes, but only if I know them well enough to write them properly. Again: When in doubt, always ask and I'll let you know if I'm comfortable writing that particular character.

☾. Ships I write: ⋆ Ainu x Ainu (pretty much all kinds of ships, from canon to crack and everything in-between). Currently working on expanding the range to include Ainu x Elf and Elf x Elf ⋆ Ainu x reader (2nd person POV) ⋆ Ainu x OC and Ainu x non-Ainu characters - again only if I'm familiar with the character in question and feel comfortable writing them. When in doubt, always ask.

☽. Genres I will write: Pretty much everything from tooth-rotting fluff to dead dove; the latter will be posted on my side blog. Smut, kinks and dark content are welcome. Please refer to my side blog to send your prompts for darker content. If you end up sending something I decide should be there to my main or vice versa, no worries - I'll get that sorted out.

☾. Disclaimers: I'll try my best, but I'm a busy person with exams coming up, so fics may take time. If I get too many requests or don't feel like writing a prompt (characters or themes that make me uncomfortable, ideas I don't vibe with, doubles, etc.), I may have to consider rejecting it. Remember - this is a hobby ♡

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idyllic-ghost · 2 years

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I posted 568 times in 2022

That's 568 more posts than 2021!

189 posts created (33%)

379 posts reblogged (67%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@idyllic-ghost

@woozi

@ohoshi

@yeonjune

@kinohohoho

I tagged 403 of my posts in 2022

Only 29% of my posts had no tags

#svt - 163 posts

#seventeen - 97 posts

#ask - 92 posts

#kpop - 68 posts

#kpop fanfiction - 67 posts

#kpop fanfic - 65 posts

#kpop writer - 64 posts

#fanfic - 62 posts

#svt fluff - 53 posts

#seventeen fluff - 52 posts

Longest Tag: 128 characters

#and then they turn to me and have the audacity to ask if i have anything to add when they’ve all said everything there is to say

My Top Posts in 2022:

seventeen's reaction to their s/o being sensitive

request: seventeens reaction to having an over sensitive so? like their feelings get hurt easily

a/n: i dunno if these make any sense or if it's actually what you wanted... but here we are

cw: crying, mentions of arguments

genre: drabble, fluff

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s.coups

he gets pretty easily frustrated, so he notices it pretty early on in your relationship. the two of you would just be having a slight disagreement, and then he raises his voice a bit and you almost start crying. his mood changes so quickly. one second he's irritated, the next he's worrying and cooing about you. he would just immediately assume that he had done something wrong, and now he desperately needed to fix it. from that moment on, he's trying his best to think before he speaks or acts. if he would get ahead of himself again, and you start crying, he would cup your face in his hands and dry your tears away - all the while apologizing and cooing at you.

"no, no, no.. don't cry... i'm sorry, okay? i forgot, i'm sorry, baby"

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jeonghan

he found out almost immediately after meeting you. as usual, he was just playing around and teasing you. he hadn't expected you to get so upset by it but (and he wouldn't say this to anyone, ever, not even you) he found it a bit cute. the way your eyes filled up with tears and your eyebrows scrunched together as you asked in a tiny voice if he really meant it. jeonghan immediately knew he had to protect you at all costs. he started treading a bit lighter around you after that, although he still teased you lightheartedly. if anyone else did it, however, he would get very mad.

"hey, cut that out. i'm being serious, they don't like it"

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joshua

he found out the first time you watched a movie together. it was a cute scene of a dog meeting it's owner for the first time in years again. it was touching, of course, but not enough to make joshua cry. you, on the other hand, were sitting beside him and trying to hold back your sniffles. when he noticed it he started freaking out because he thought it was about something else. you had to explain to him that you were just a bit sensitive, to which he responded with saying that it was okay. he made a mental note of this moment, and made sure to treat you with care and always bring tissues when watching a sad movie.

"it's okay to cry, darling. here, do you want a tissue?"

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jun

he gets so confused. he just made a small joke about something you were doing, he wasn't expecting you to turn to him with tear-filled eyes. to be fair, it was a project you were very proud of and you were very excited to show him, so of course it made you upset when he joked about it. he saw his mistake, and apologized to you. but ever since then he made sure to be a bit more careful with what he says. he's good at remembering the little things about you, so whenever he sees that you're feeling a bit extra sensitive he always treads lightly around you even if you tell him it's okay. he cares for you, and he would do anything to make sure you're not upset.

"do you want to tell me what's gotten you so sad? can i fix it?"

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hoshi

he lives in the moment, so he doesn't always think about what he says. when he first noticed your sensitive side, he got so worried he had hurt you that he started crying too. he didn't even know what he had done, he couldn't really remember what he had said to make you so upset, but it felt horrible to watch you cry. then and there, he promised to never make you cry again. it didn't last of course. from time and time again he would speak without thinking and make you upset. it got so far that he started thinking that there was something wrong with him. he tried to just stop speaking. but that upset you even more. he realized if he really wanted your relationship to work, he had to start thinking ahead a bit. it was difficult at first, but he starts to get the hang of it eventually.

"why don't you just- never mind, let me rephrase that..."

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wonwoo

there weren't many opportunities for him to upset you, so it took a while for him to even notice how sensitive you were. he was quiet, gentle, and very good at reading your emotions - so it wasn't difficult for him to say the right things. but we don't always have control of our emotions, and one day, when he was particularly irritated by something else, he gently pushed you away and said he needed space when you tried to hug him. that was normal for him, but for you it felt like you had done something terribly wrong. you started apologizing and tearing up, and, before he could even react, you left the room. whatever had irritated him before was long forgotten, and now there was only worry for you in his heart. he comforted you and made sure that you knew that he wasn't mad at you.

"i'm really sorry, something happened earlier that just... forget it, that's not an excuse- i didn't mean to upset you, okay?"

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late night; wonwoo x reader

request from anon: prompt #10 with wonwoo? some very fluffy stuff, but the reader and wonu aren't a thing yet. there's something between them, and everyone can see it but they just haven't taken that step. basically like friends to lovers. and so the reader calls him late at night, and he's up gaming or something and then i'll let you figure out the rest!

prompt: "i can't sleep."

synopsis: it's late at night and you can't sleep, so you decide to visit your close friend wonwoo. the two of you end up playing games all night, and the winner gets to ask for a wish.

cw: implications of smut

genre: fluff, friends to lovers

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the rain made a pitter-patter sound against your windows. usually you enjoyed the sound, but now it was one of the factors keeping you from your much needed sleep. despite being incredibly tired you couldn't seem to rest. you had been laying in your bed, doing nothing, for at least an hour. the lights were off, the blinds were closed, and you were nicely tucked under the covers. there was only one thing keeping you awake; wonwoo. just this afternoon the two of you had been walking together, side by side, close enough for your hands to touch a few times. you felt like a teenager again, the smallest things about him would make your heart ache. you wanted to call him. he should still be up by now, he was always staying up late. you looked over at your phone which was laying on your bedside table. if he weren't awake then he simply wouldn't answer. what's the hurt in calling? you picked up your phone and clicked on wonwoo's contact. it rang once, then twice, and then- "hello? y/n?", his voice was raspy, but not as if he had just woken up which meant you hadn't woken him. "i can't sleep.", you sighed. there was a pause on the other side, you could hear him taking off his glasses and putting them down on a table. he must've been by his computer. "i'm playing some games right now, you could come over and play with me if you want to.", he said casually "that sounds nice.", you nodded, "i'll be there in half an hour." "i'll leave the door unlocked for you. just make sure to lock it after you get inside okay?", he said.

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your apartment was right next to the bus stop, so you could easily avoid the rain. however, on your way there you faced some problems. there had been a car accident on the road, making the bus take a different route. you would still be able to get off at the bus stop that was a block away from wonwoo's apartment, but it would take longer to get there. the seats were weirdly comfortable, and you were starting to feel sleepy. of course, when you actually get out of bed is when you'd be able to fall asleep. to keep yourself awake you took out your phone to text wonwoo. the bus had to take a different route due to an accident on the road :/ the three dots, indicating that wonwoo was typing, appeared quickly after your message was sent. he was always quick to answer your text, and tonight you were especially thankful for it. damn.. are you okay? his concern struck you as odd. it wasn't as if you had said that you were in the accident. nevertheless, you decided to not question it. yeah, just annoyed. i'll be at your place 10 minutes later than expected, okay? he responded with an "ok" and a thumbs up emoji. you smiled. with him, messages were alway short and to the point. in the beginning of your friendship, maybe six or seven years ago, you would constantly complain about the lack of emojis in his texts. since then he started using them consistently, even going overboard sometimes to annoy you. with a sigh, you put your phone down and looked out the window. the rain was still pouring, and you were still thinking of best friend in ways that one wouldn't normally do. you thought about when the two of you would sit right next to each other on the couch while having a movie night. at the end of the movie the two of you always ended up laying snuggled up together somehow. you thought about how he would sometimes grab your hand when crossing the road, because you hadn't noticed the lights turning green. you thought about him being your main source of comfort, and how you're not sure you could live without him. that's why you hadn't told him about your feelings, what if he wouldn't reciprocate them. instead you kept your emotions deep inside you, under lock and key. now you were beginning to be afraid, what if they came pouring out one day much like the rain was still pouring down outside. the bus called out your bus stop, bringing you out of your daydreams.

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the walk to wonwoo's apartment from the bus stop was quick, but you still managed to get soaked. when you got to his door you swung it open, he had left it unlocked like he said he would - and you locked it after you like you promised. after taking off your shoes you walked to wonwoo's gaming room, where the only light in the apartment was coming from. "hey, i'm here.", you said, "where do you keep your towels now again?" "why do you need a towel?", he turned around to look at you and noticed you were completely soaked, "oh.. is it raining?" you laughed at his aloofness, while he walked up to the window to peek through the blinds. "shit, sorry.", he sighed and took off his glasses to pinch his nose bridge, "i was wearing headphones so i couldn't hear the rain... i would've come and gotten you if i knew it was raining. do you want to take a shower or something?" "that'd be nice actually.", you nodded, "do i still have some of my clothes left here?" "i can look.. you can just borrow mine while i throw those clothes in the wash otherwise.", he went to pause his game before walking out of the room, "ugh, why is it so dark?" you let out another laugh and followed him to the bathroom.

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after a warm shower you put on the clothes wonwoo had left for you. finally, you knew where your favorite pair of sweatpants had gone - you didn't even remember leaving them here. there was one of your old laundry day shirts, along with one of wonwoo's zip-up hoodies. you quickly put it on and walked out of the room "i made tea.", wonwoo said as he heard the door creak open. he was in the kitchen, with two cups in front of him. "thanks.", you said, "... i'm really happy you're still up." he nodded in acknowledgement, but didn't say much else. he didn't have to, because there wasn't much else to say. you took your tea cup and went to sit down on the couch by his TV. "what game were you playing before?", you asked. "well, that was a single player game so it doesn't matter.", he sat down next to you, "let's find something else." he picked up a controller and turned the console and TV on. the two of you looked through his assortment of games, and suddenly you gasped. "let's play mario kart!", you said excitedly, "i've gotten so good, please!" "alright.", he grinned, "i'm still gonna beat you, though, so don't get your hopes up."

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"aha! i'm winning!", you shouted. the cups of tea were only half empty, and long forgotten on the coffee table. wonwoo let out a groan as he watch you cross the finish line in first place. his promises of beating you had been broken a few times tonight. both of you had played around five times already, with you winning three rounds. it was very late, and you were actually starting to get sleepy again. "it's because of the blue shell! if you hadn't gotten that blue shell i would've won! i was in first!", wonwoo exclaimed as he passed the finish line in fourth place. "but i did get it!", you faked an evil laugh, "i told you i had gotten better at this!" "let's play another round!", he said, "one more and then we should sleep." "hm.. alright. don't get your hopes up, though", you mocked what he had told you before. he let out a sarcastic laugh, and was about to press play for a new round when you stopped him. "wait, let's make this fun.", you grinned, "winner gets to wish something from the loser!" "fine with me!", he started the game. much to your dismay, you ended up losing. let's just say that wonwoo's lucky he has very thick walls, otherwise his neighbors would've hated him by now. you sat down on the couch with your arms crossed over your chest. after a screaming-fest the two of you realized how tired you were, and everything went quiet. you looked over at wonwoo, who was grinning. "so, what's your wish then?", you asked, annoyed. his big grin turned into a soft smile, filled with a warmth that you couldn't quite place. he put away his controller. "kiss me...", he said, "... if you don't mind, i'll wish for you to kiss me." your eyes widened in shock, which he noticed quickly. his smile never faded, but there was a glimmer of something sad in his eyes. "it's alright, i know that was a weird request.", he didn't break eye contact, "forget i said anything if it makes you uncomfortable." instead of listening to anything else he had to say, you leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to his lips, which were so soft you could've mistaken them for clouds. as you pulled away you saw his smile grow wider. you moved a bit closer to him and put your hand on his knee, so that you could lean forward once again. this time he welcomed you by cupping your face in his palm and bringing you closer. you kissed again, and you hand moved from his knee to his shoulder. everything else was drowned out, there was only you two. without breaking the kiss, you used his shoulder to lift yourself up and swing one of your legs over his lap so that you were straddling him. wonwoo's hands went to your hips as his tongue swiped across your bottom lip. the kiss started getting heated, and was quickly turning into a full on make out session. the tension that had built up between the two of you for the past six years was finally released. however, it was all interrupted by the mario kart theme song replaying on the TV behind you. you broke the kiss by smiling, and eventually pulling away to laugh at the soundtrack that had been playing whilst the two of you were eating off each other's faces. when you turned your attention back to wonwoo he was staring at you with a soft, amused, smile, and adoration in his eyes. "should i turn the game off?", you asked, and he nodded.

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the next morning you woke up in a softly lit room. the blinds had softened the bright glow of the sun, leaving the room coated in a golden hue. laying next to you was, a still fast asleep, wonwoo. the covers were pulled up to his mid-torso, leaving his upper torso exposed. much like everything else in the room, his bare skin was tinted golden. your hand reached out to his collarbone, gently running your fingers over his skin. when your hands reached his shoulders you slowly pulled yourself a bit closer to him, and put your head against his chest. he was warm, and you could hear his heartbeat beating slowly. "good morning.", he said in a low morning voice. "did i wake you up?", you asked tenderly. he rubbed soothing circles on your bare back and hummed in response to your question. you apologized, to which he responded with kissing the top of your head. "... do you regret it?", he asked, with a worried tone in his voice. "not at all.", you looked up at him, "but let's talk about it later, okay? i don't want to ruin half a decade worth of friendship." you giggled, and he let out a scoff. his hair was messy, and so you reached up to fix it. as your fingers ran through his hair, he closed his eyes in bliss. "have i ever told you that i've dreamt of this..?", he let out a content sigh. "no, you haven't.", you breathed out a laugh, "did your dream continue after this?" "yeah.", he nodded with his eyes still closed, "we made breakfast together... and you kissed me while i was making coffee." "hm..", your hands went back to his shoulders, "it sounds nice. do you want to try it?" "sure.", he looked at you, leaned down and placed a short and sweet kiss to your lips, "could you get me my glasses?"

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them zipping up your dress; seventeen x fem!reader

request: could i get a seventeen reaction to having to zip up teir girlfriends dress???

a/n: these aren't great, but i had some spare time on my hands and i wanted to write something quick

cw: slight sexual themes, no smut

genre: fluff, established relationship

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s.coups

it depends on his mood. either he'd be super giddy, and giggle a bit to himself while zipping up your dress for you. he just thinks it's so cute that you need help with something so small, and then he gets to see you in a beautiful dress - why would he not giggle to himself? if he's not giddy, he's very serious. imagine that you haven't seen each other for so long, and you finally get to go out on a proper date together again. you turn your back to him as you're getting ready and ask him to zip you up. the sight of your bare back alone drives him a bit insane because yes, he's that down bad. he would slowly drag your zipper up, feeling your skin with his fingertips while doing so. when he's finally done, he leaves a small kiss on your shoulder - a non-vocal promise that he would also be helping you pull the zipper down later. then he would look you in the eye through the mirror, and speak to you in a soft and love-filled voice. "you look beautiful."

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jeonghan

you would be scared to ask him to zip you up, as you should be. most of the time, you could zip yourself up, but at the times when you couldn't you would have to ask him. you had already pulled the zipper up as much as you could; and what does he do first? pull the zipper down of course. he would chuckle at your reaction, the way you would put your hands over your chest to hold the dress up, and look at him with an irritated face. he would always give in, and just zip you up normally though. you would turn to him, still irritated, but it would all be forgotten when he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek and took your hand in his. "you know i'm just messing with you.. let's go show off how pretty you look in this dress to everyone."

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joshua

he would gladly do it, and tries not to be a tease in the process. however, it always manages to slip out. joshua zips you up normally, all be it a bit slowly, but before you can leave he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to his chest. he leaves wet kisses along your shoulder, up to your neck, and a final peck to your cheek. at the end of it all, your drunk on his love and you turn around to kiss him. he leans his forehead against yours, preventing you from getting your kiss. when you sigh and pout, he only smiles. "i don't want to mess up your lipstick. we should get going, shouldn't we?"

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jun

he gets shy, very shy. it happens every time, ever since he managed to break your zipper that one time. at first he tries to get out of it, saying words of encouragement for you to do it yourself. it doesn't work though because your arms simply can't reach that far. he finally caves in and helps you. whenever his fingers brush against your back, he freezes until you tell him it's okay. he just really doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. when he's done, you turn around and give him a kiss as a thank you - but that only makes his face more red. "help, y/n, the zipper is stuck again- wait no... it's fine, i got it."

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hoshi

another tease. whenever you ask him to zip you up, the first thing he does is not zipping you up. the first thing he always has to do is put his hands on your bare back. he puts his hands inside the unzipped dress, and gently caresses your waist. this is his attempt at getting you to take off the dress and not go to the event. it has only worked once, when the event you were going to wasn't that important. he will still try every single time, and it's hard to not give in. eventually, he does zip up the dress - and he does it quickly because if his first trick didn't work, nothing will in his eyes. "come on, just this once... i would much rather spend some time with you than go to this stupid thing- what do you mean i always do this?"

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wonwoo

he has a very matter of fact approach, and just zips you up. when you look at him with a small pout he's very confused. he did what you asked, what more could you want? when you tell him that you wanted it to "be romantic", he was even more confused. why is the zipping of the dress romantic. you told him to take his time with it, and he tried it again. suddenly, he was a master at zipping up dresses, sensually brushing his fingertips against your bare skin. when you looked back at him, the tips of his ears were bright red and he was trying his best to keep his composure. you asked him if he understood now, and he quickly nodded. with a smile you pressed a kiss to his cheek and thanked him for helping you. "i could do it again... sometime..."

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woozi

you have been eyeing his hands for hours now. the two of you were getting ready, and ever since his slender fingers had rolled up the sleeves of his black button-up you eyes had been on them. the truth was that you didn't need help zipping up your dress, but you wanted him to do it anyway. he was asking you to hurry up, since the two of you were starting to be late to the party. you responded with that you just needed to zip up your dress, but that you couldn't reach. he let out a sigh and walked over to you. he carefully straightened out the fabric and firmly closed the zipper. his hands traveled from your back to your shoulders, and you put one of your hands over his. "you look really pretty, my love... we're in a hurry, so let's go."

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another shy boy! he'll approach you slowly as you ask for help with your zipper. it might seem like a sensual move, but it's really because he's freaking out. you can't see his face in the mirror, but it's burning up as he zips up your dress. when he had zipped you p, he quickly steps away and walks out of the room. you can hear small happy shouts on the other side of the door, and you can only laugh to yourself. when he walks back in, he looks seemingly normal but as if he had forgotten something. "i forgot to say you look gorgeous, sweetheart-"

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soft; beomgyu x reader

request: beomgyu is our pisces bc I love him and so do u :) key-points: half asleep morning sex, it feels like a dream, he had a very very vivid dream and now your making it come true for him, it’s sweet and feels like clouds and dewy mornings

synopsis: waking up next to you always felt like a blessing to beomgyu, especially when he can show just how much he appreciates you

a/n: in my head, i wrote this for chubbier ppl because i don't see them getting enough representation on here. of course, you could ignore this and make your own interpretation

cw: mentions of a wet dream, slight dry humping, beomgyu is a tits guy, slight oral (f receiving), protected sex

genre: fluff, smut, established relationship

word count: 1.8k

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You woke up to the sound of rain smattering against the window. It was soft, barely audible, and was a pleasant sound to wake up to. Much like the softness of the rain, your boyfriend's arms were gently wrapped around you. His head was on your chest, and you brought your hand up to the back of his head to keep him there. There was a great need in you to keep him as close as possible. It must have been because you hadn't seen him for so long.

Beomgyu stirred in his sleep as your fingers moved through his hair. It was too cold outside the covers, and he moved closer to you to steal some of your warmth. You watched as his nose scrunched up and his eyes shut tighter. He was waking up.

"Gyu? Wake up, baby.", you petted his head as he nuzzled his face into your chest.

"Why...", he groaned and held you tighter.

"Breakfast?"

"I don't want breakfast."

"You don't want breakfast?"

"No." he grumbled, "I want to stay here."

His voice was raspy and his eyes were still shut. If you ever wanted to do something during the day, then you would have to get him up right now.

"What if I make you your favorite breakfast?", you hum, "Would you get up then?"

With a quiet groan, Beomgyu got on top of you. His elbows leaned on either side of your stomach, and his face was right above your chest. You let him have his moment and laid still on your back. One of his hands went under your sleep shirt, feeling the warm and plush skin of your stomach.

"So I can have you?", he asked with a lazy grin.

"Me?", your face flushed.

"Yeah", he lifted up your shirt slightly and pressed a kiss to your stomach, "You."

You let out a shuttering breath as he kissed down your abdomen, over your hips, and to your thighs. This wasn't a part of your plan to get him out of bed, but you were really appreciating this turn. However, you were starting to wonder what had gotten into him.

"But you wanted breakfast, no?", he stopped.

"Beomgyu...", you sighed, "Could you please not do that today?"

"I'm not doing anything."

"Yeah, that's the problem.", you said, "Why are you even doing this?"

He leaned over you, resting his head on your chest once again. Beomgyu pouted, trying to make you feel some pity for him. It was actually working, but maybe just because he looked so cute.

"I had a dream - a nice dream - and you woke me up from it.", he muttered.

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My #1 post of 2022

just ask; wonwoo x fem!reader

request: hi, is it possible for you to write a wonwoo smut? pairing fem reader and gamer boyfriend wonwoo? ofc fine if not, but ty if u do! <3

synopsis: you're not very good at asking for things, especially not of the sexual kind. but maybe you can be driven to a point where you simply have to ask.

a/n: hiiii this took super long to write bc i got a mini-writers-block in the middle of it. i'm sorry if it feels super awkward at some points.

cw: unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), begging, praise, use of pet names

genre: smut, established relationship

word count: 4.2k

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Wonwoo wasn't a neglective boyfriend. In fact, he spent a lot of his attention on you. He enjoyed spending time with you, doting on you, buying you gifts, and doing anything else you would love for your boyfriend to do. But Wonwoo also has other interests, like any ordinary human person. That isn't your problem, per se. You liked that he had other hobbies, that you could be two individuals who weren't constantly dependent on one another... but right now, you felt a bit dependent on him.

No, Wonwoo wasn't a neglective boyfriend, but right now, he was neglecting you - even if it was unintentional. While you were withering away on the bed, he was in your shared office where he had put up his gaming set-up. You loved that he played with his friends, and it was good that he interacted with people - is what you kept repeating in your head while you tried to suppress that static feeling rippling up in your lower stomach. You were immensely horny because of an event this morning, which Wonwoo had somehow completely forgotten about.

Your eyes had fluttered open to see him sleeping beside you. His bare, broad chest was on display for you, as the covers were only dragged up to the middle of his torse. There was only one thought in your brain as you reached out your hand to touch him. In his tired, still half-asleep state, he brought you closer and nuzzled his face into your neck.

"Good morning, love.", his voice was raspy, it made you feel dizzy.

Your fingers went to the nape of his neck, from where they then traveled to his hair. A content sigh escaped your lips as Wonwoo placed soft kisses all over your neck.

"Is my baby feeling a bit needy today?", he laughed lazily as you tried to press yourself closer to him.

"Mhm...", you hummed, "You looked so good, so, how could I resist?"

He looked up at you, squinting ever so slightly because he still hadn't gotten his glasses from the nightstand, and gave you a tired smile. It was his thanks for the compliment.

"I'm sorry, love, I really have to leave as soon as possible.", he shifted around in bed before he sat up.

Before you could start whining and complaining, he pressed a kiss to your cheek. You watched him put on his glasses and walk over to the dresser to find some clothes for the day.

"I promise that I'll give you some extra attention when I get home tonight, okay?", he said when he saw your disappointed expression.

"I'll keep you to that.", you said and went back to sleep.

You hadn't kept him to it. He came home, the two of you ate dinner together, and you said you wanted to go to bed. He just kissed your cheek and said goodnight. It left you confused and somewhat irritated, but he couldn't exactly read your mind, so how could you blame him. You had trouble with telling him what you wanted. It felt embarrassing to admit having needs for some reason. While it was something that you both had actively worked on, you hadn't ever initiated something on your own. He always had to encourage you to tell him what it was you needed. It was fun, but you still felt embarrassed to ask for something so out of the blue.

Which is why you were walking back and forth in front of the office door. Blue light streamed out of the crack in the door, and you could hear Wonwoo talking into his headset. His voice was low and raspy, just like this morning, and it definitely didn't help your state of mind. Your fingers gripped at the hem of the shirt you were wearing. It was Wonwoo's shirt. One that you had stolen from his wardrobe earlier this evening. You had wanted to be bold, so you were only wearing a pair of black, lacy panties underneath - which you knew were his favorite of yours - but now you were regretting it a bit. Maybe it was a dumb idea, and you should just go to bed. But you wouldn't be able to sleep much if you went to bed now anyway.

"Baby? Is that you?", you heard Wonwoo call out for you.

You peeked your head through the door after opening it ever so slightly. His eyes met yours. He looked tired, but he was still smiling warmly at you.

"Thought I heard someone outside...", he muttered and motioned for you to come in, "You can sit with me if you can't sleep."

Usually, it was precisely what you needed - but not right now. You didn't say a word. Instead, you just went to sit by your desk. Wonwoo turned his gaming chair around to look at you, looking a bit confused. As if it were the most obvious thing ever, he patted his lap to signal for you to sit there instead. Your office chair was safe. There you could wriggle around uncomfortably as you watched Wonwoo tap away at his keyboard. He would never know that you were struggling if you sat in your chair, but of course, he didn't want you to sit there. Whenever you had trouble sleeping, you would come into the office and sit on his lap. It was your routine, and Wonwoo didn't break routines. Hesitantly, you made your way over to him.

"I don't want to interrupt your game...", you mumbled as an excuse.

"You're not.", he said casually, "We're in the waiting lobby right now, and I turned the mic off. I'm just going to play one more round and then I can take you to bed."

His hands were on your waist, pulling you in closer and urging you to sit down on his lap. You knew he loved to have you sit there while he played since he had frequently called you his little blanket. Right now you weren't his little blanket, you were just his incredibly horny girlfriend, and you just wanted him to see that without any questions asked.

"Come on, baby.", he interrupted your racing thoughts, "I really don't mind, okay?"

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jaesqueso · 3 years

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member: jaehyun

genre: fluff and slight angst

lyrics: “hey, there’s nowhere else i’d rather spend my day”

wordcount: 967

warnings: none

1.5k followers celebration drabbles ❤︎

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

“What do you mean Jaehyun is back in town?” Just saying is name leaves butterflies in your stomach.

Jaehyun. Your first love. You promised to stay together forever. Everyone said it was just a high school crush but what did they know. You two spent nights planning your future and there was nothing and no one that could come in the way of that. Until he did.

You managed to get through four years of college keeping a long distance relationship and everything seemed to be on the right track until his career started to come in the way. Suddenly he had no more time for you and day by day you just felt you two drift off.

When he moved to a different country for work you were heart broken but you really couldn’t blame him for following his dreams. You wish you would too but you couldn’t because he was your dream. Well, he still is.

After he went away you dated other guys, some nice, others no so much. But nothing could ever compare to Jaehyun. You were stuck on a fantasy and quickly discovered that replacing him with someone new wasn’t going to do it so you decided to focus on your work and on yourself and who know, maybe someday you’ll find your next love.

As for Jaehyun, you heard he was dating some top model and was even engaged. You tried to pretend that didn’t bother you, he moved on and you should too, but the tears that wet your pillow late at night told a different story.

But now that you knew he has returned a lot of feelings came back. You wonder how much he has changed and if he still remembers you. As you end the call that told you the latest news your questions are answered in a few texts.

|10:36 am| jae: hey peaches :)

|10:36 am| jae: gosh was that ok? I shouldn’t have started with that

|10:37 am| jae: how are you? it’s been a hot minute

|10:38 am| jae: I don’t know if you heard but I’m back in town and…

|10:38 am| jae: I’d love to see you

|10:38 am| jae: well yeah

|10:39 am| jae: do you want to meet up this afternoon?

|10:39 am| jae: it’s ok if you can’t just let me know, no pressure

|10:40 am| jae: hope this is still your number though…

|10:40 am| jae: if not I guess it’s never late to make a new friend, we can still meet up this afternoon!

You chuckle as you read his solo convo, you’re glad to know he’s still the silly boy you once fell in love with. With your heart bumping off your chest you agree to meet.

As you walk to the park is like you’re taking a ride through memory lane. You remember all the moments you spent together here and you can’t predict how you’re going to feel when you finally see him in front of you.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

You turn around and there he is. He looks as handsome as ever, his features have matured but the smile on his face is the same you cherish in your mind. You want to jump into his arms and tell him how much you’ve missed him but honestly you don’t know how to react.

After some seconds of taking each others presence again he suggests you sit down in a bench and you happily do so. The first minutes are awkward, none of you know what to say even though so many things are going through your minds.

Jaehyun finally breaks the silence asking about you and what has being going on with your life since you last talked. You want to tell him your life has been a mess since he left but you choose not to. You keep it simple talking about your work and your family that always had a special affection for him.

When the conversation turns to him he decides to follow your approaching talking about his job and, even though he loves travelling, how much he misses this place.

“Have you had a chance to catch up with everybody?” You ask him.

“Not really, I just arrived this morning, right before I texted you.” Your heart starts to beat faster thinking the first thing he wanted to do is talk to you.

While you’re thinking of what to say you notice his phone buzzing on his pocket and Jaehyun clearly avoiding it, you start wondering if you’re taking too much of his time.

“Do you have to go?” You quietly question. “I don’t want your fiancée to think I’m stealing you away.”

“Oh you heard about that…” He chuckles scratching the back of his neck. “We’re actually not together anymore. I was fooling myself thinking there was a future there. I thought we were in love until I realised the only thing she loved was my money.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that.” You turn your head to him trying to read his expression.

“Don’t be. With time I also realised I never really loved her, because my heart always belonged to someone else.” He turns to you with a smile and it’s like the whole world disappears when your eyes meet.

“Maybe you should go and see that person instead of spending your day here with me.” You shyly bite your lip trying to understand if he’s saying what you think he’s saying.

“Hey,” Jaehyun tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “there’s nowhere else I’d rather spend my day.”

There’s no way of telling the future, but right there and then you know that everything will be ok as long as you’re with him.

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

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fly-you-dam-fools · 3 years

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Operation Birthday Party

platonic!bts ot7 x reader

Genre: Um, since it’s platonic…fluff? Teasing? Surprise?

Type: Blurb/Drabble, Event

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LOVELY B!!! @alpacaparkaseok

Wish you all the best and all the pumpkin chocolate chip muffins you could eat!

Masterlist - BTS Masterlist

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“Go go go!” Hoseok whispered, waving his hands forward. “The coast is clear!” Six figures followed behind him tiptoeing into your home, carrying multiple cardboard boxes.

“Go check on her!” Namjoon whisper shouted, signalling for the maknae to peek.

“Why me?!” he objected, pushed forward to your room nonetheless. He looked through the small crack of the door where you were seated at your table, studying.

“Ah she’s so diligent,” he murmured. He saw that you had headphones plugged in, so they were good.

Operation Birthday Party was a go.

The boys spent a few minutes stumbling in the dark, Namjoon even tripped over your couch, but luckily no other incidents occurred, and the dwelling remained quiet. Taehyung was helping Jungkook string up some banners, Hobi and Jin were busy in the kitchen trying to take the cake out of the box (luckily it was successful) (Namjoon was in the kitchen too, getting some ice for his foot). Yoongi replaced Jungkook on guard duty and Jimin was carefully placing presents down by the couch.

They could hear you humming along to Fly to My Room as you tapped your pencil on your desk.

Soon, they were finished setting up, everything in order.

All that was left was you.

Jin nodded at Yoongi, and he took the cue to push open your door. You heard the squeak and you whipped around, eyes wide at the sudden sound.

“Oh my goodness! Yoongi!” you called out, standing up from your chair and lightly slapped his arm, “You scared the daylights out of me!” He started to chuckle, patting your shoulder.

“I didn’t mean to scare you-”

“You were in my HOUSE in the middle of the night doing who knows what! How could I not be scared?”

“It’s still very much the afternoon dear.” he spoke, hanging his arm over your shoulder. “Now come on!” You rolled your head and groaned, leaning your neck against his arm.

“What are we doing now?” you asked suspiciously. You hadn’t made it two feet out your door when you heard the lights click on, followed by a very loud:

“SURPRISE!!!!” they yelled. Your eyes opened wide for the second time that day at the sudden outburst.

“Yah! You guys are all so scary today. What are you doing in my house anyways?” you crossed your arms. Jimin and Jungkook shared a look.

“Don’t you remember?” Jimin took a step closer. Taehyung pointed his two hands up at the banner.

“It’s your birthday!!!” Taehyung cried, throwing his hands in the air. Jungkook took out a party horn and tooted it.

You had forgotten?

You chuckled at yourself, thanking each of them individually. After a group hug, they sang Happy Birthday and you blew out the candles on your cake.

“Now now, we know you don’t like cake that much so we brought you this,” Jin said, producing pumpkin chocolate chip muffins from behind his back, winking.

“Ah thank you so much! You guys are the best!” You cried, reaching forward to grab a muffin.

And as you watched the eight of you seated haphazardly across your living room, you couldn’t imagine a better friend group to share your birthday with.

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Taglist: @chai-fics @jinnie-forthe-winnie

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z3nitsusgf · 3 years

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Hi and welcome to Valerie’s 1k special!!! In celebration of reaching this awesome milestone I’m hosting this event! This is a way for me to thank all of you for all of your support, and to give back to you for the constant love on my work.

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　Rules　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

• You can request up to three different asks and I’ll write a short/medium drabble based on it!!

• It has to be inclusive and non body specific so everyone may be included! And yes you absolutely can send in female characters. I’m also accepting male readers and gn readers!

• Choose 1 - 3 prompts for your ask, for example, “hi can I please get overstim, degradation, and size kink for ___ character.” Obviously you may choose less than three.

• Depending on how many people actually request and if it gets to overwhelming then this event will stay up for a while!! So please, don’t hesitate to send if your requests <3

• Do NOT send in requests for scat, vore, beastiality, explicit sexual assault, extreme gore, pedophilia, fat/skinny shaming, vomit

As for fandoms and characters I’ll accept any character from:

My Hero Academia - I will not write for AFO, Stain, or Spinner

Haikyuu - no coaches expect the Ukai’s and will all be in time skip, no exceptions

Genshin impact - do not request for minor coded characters, I.e Klee, Sayu, Barbra, Qiqi, etc

demon slayer - I prefer the hashira but if the main three are requested they will be explicitly aged up or in time skip

jujutsu kaisen - aged up if they are 1st or 2nd years and I will not write for Jogo, Hanami, or Yoshinobu

Attack on Titan - will not write for Orou, Pyxis, Keith, Magath

Prompts:

1. Overstimulation

2. Thigh fucking

3. Face sitting

4. Public sex (can be anywhere)

5. Omorashi/ watersports

6. Fem dom

7. Degradation

8. Recording (specify if it’s non/dubcon)

9. Shibari/bondage

10. Face fucking/deep throating ( m or f )

11. Monsterfucking (specify what monster and if you want knotting, tentacles, etc)

12. Daddy/mommy (no age play)

13. Virgin killers

14. Dry humping

15. Size kink

16. Pegging

17. Praise

18. Cockwarming

19. Gang bang

20. Mutual masturbation

21. Dilf/milf

22. Anal

23. Sugar daddy/mommy

24. Edging - orgasm denial

25. Sounding

26. Frottage

27. Body worship

28. Soft sex

29. Spit/licking

30. Food play

31. Pseudo incest (no real incest will be accepted)

32. Belly bulge/cervix fucking

33. Toys (you can specify if you want it to be used in reader or character or what toys)

34. Bukkake - cum play

35. Aphrodisiacs

36. Fisting

37. Nipple play/breast worship

38. Gun/weapon play

39. Fuck machine

40. Collaring

Remember to have fun and be safe! And thank you all again so much for 1k! It means the world to me, giving you all hugs and kisses mwah mwah <3

- val

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fandoms-writings · 3 years

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❂︎ - Smut

♡︎ - Personal Favorites

☽︎ - 500+ notes

✧︎ - 1000+ notes

Tony Stark

Injuries

Summary: Tony doesn’t want you to worry about his injury, so you give him a taste of what he’s asking for. (Requested)

Clint Barton/Hawkeye

Defense

Summary: Clint tried to get you to sit this mission out, but when you show up to same him, you get injured. (Requested)

Steve Rogers

Treasure to Share

Summary: It’s okay if you don’t like him back, Steve just needs you to know how he feels about you.

Warnings: a little bit of angst while they talk about the past, remembering people they’ve lost, fluffy ending I promise

A/N: This one shot is for a writing challenge

Sam Wilson

“You know me better than that.”

Summary: a drabble request <3

Warnings: slight angst

Miguel O’Hara

Stay with Me ❂︎ ☽︎ ♡︎

Pairing: Spider2099!Miguel x Otherreality!Reader

Summary: He knows he shouldn’t see you, that coming to you puts you in danger. But sometimes, Miguel just needs to let himself have your softness, even if it’s just for a couple hours. (based on the prompts: “stop staring”/“i can’t, you look so pretty like this”)

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected p in v sex, tiny bit of nipple play, miguels canines (those deserve their own warning), miguel has some inner turmoil, miguel’s kinda subby in this one oops

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

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Divider: @whimsicalrogers

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quils-fanfic-department · 3 years

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─── ･｡ﾟ☆: * INFORMATION * :☆ﾟ. ───

Last Updated: Thursday October 7, 2021

Request Status: Open! Please request for me to write something, I want ideas >:D https://quils-fanfic-department.tumblr.com/ask Most recent work: N/A If you want to beta read my fics (help correct spelling, grammar, give me tips on plots etc) go visit my Wattpad! Beta Readers, read here: https://www.wattpad.com/user/quil_paige ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

☽ Anecdotal Words Hello there! I’m Quil and this is my page! I’m new to Tumblr so if you have any layout suggestions or complaints please let me know ASAP!! <3 Anyway, this blog is dedicated to fanfiction from all of the things I’m fixated on at the moment. If I find myself writing exclusively for one fandom a lot I'll make a side blog. *ALSO anything I write here may become out dated as time passes* ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

☽ Fandoms I write for

+ Boku no Hero Academia || My Hero Academia (The Anime) + Kimetsu no Yaiba || Demon Slayer (The Anime) + Beastars (The Manga)+ Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc + Danganronpa: Goodbye Despair + Genshin Impact

You can still send me an ask for things outside of this list, but be aware that I might not be familiar with the story or characters so I might not write it ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

☽ Request Rules

*Please remember that I can refuse any request if I think I can’t write it, or if it makes me uncomfortable.

What DO I write for…

+ Trans Masc, GN, NB readers. I’m better at AFAB than AMAB (personal experience)

+ Character x Reader fics

+ Smut, Fluff, Limes, Angst, Drabbles, Head Canons, Full Fics, etc... pretty much anything you want :)

+ Kinks. I might have to do research before hand but otherwise I’m good with most of them.

+ Dom/Sub Top/Bottom readers or characters (Remember that Top does not mean Dom, it just means someone who is not being penetrated. Likewise Bottom doesn’t mean Sub, it means they are receiving penetration. EX: If you are a cis woman in a heterosexual relationship you are always the bottom unless you’re pegging your man)

+Yandere (to an extent)

What DON’T I write for… + Scat, Fart, Piss, or any related kinks. If you leave an ask like this I will not answer it. + Anything I deem to be too "hardcore" as i prefer writing fluff or limes + Non-Con or r@pe reqs. I might tread the boarder with Dub-Con and CNC but nothing that's outright r@pe or anything both parties don't enjoy + Character x Character + Cis Male or Cis Female readers. This is a transgender-space >:T + Fandoms I'm not in + Age gaps (illegal) + Anything discriminatory (Racism, Homophobia, Transphobia, etc.)

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idyllic-ghost · 2 years

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seventeen's reaction to their s/o being sensitive

request: seventeens reaction to having an over sensitive so? like their feelings get hurt easily

a/n: i dunno if these make any sense or if it's actually what you wanted... but here we are

cw: crying, mentions of arguments

genre: drabble, fluff

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s.coups

"no, no, no.. don't cry... i'm sorry, okay? i forgot, i'm sorry, baby"

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jeonghan

"hey, cut that out. i'm being serious, they don't like it"

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joshua

"it's okay to cry, darling. here, do you want a tissue?"

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jun

"do you want to tell me what's gotten you so sad? can i fix it?"

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hoshi

"why don't you just- never mind, let me rephrase that..."

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wonwoo

"i'm really sorry, something happened earlier that just... forget it, that's not an excuse- i didn't mean to upset you, okay?"

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woozi

he does not know how to handle it. he's so used to replying with snarky or snappy remarks, that he thinks no different of it when he does it to you. when you get upset at that, he doesn't really understand at first. he just can't really believe that anyone can be so upset at something so small. very awkwardly tries to comfort you, but it only makes it worse. instead, he starts asking you what he can do for you because he really can't read your mind. whenever you get upset with him, he apologizes and asks if there's something specific he said that made you so hurt so that he can avoid doing it in the future.

"shit, i'm sorry- i didn't mean to make you sad, okay? what can i do to make it better, hm?"

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dokyeom

this man cries with you. if he ever upset you enough for you to start crying, you better believe he will also start crying. of course, he can get mad like any other human being, but making you cry immediately erases any anger he felt before. if he does upset you he will apologize profusely, and if he ever sees you upset he will comfort you the best he can. expect many hugs and forehead kisses. his favorite thing in the world is seeing you happy and smiling, and he would do anything to protect that smile.

"oh, don't cry, baby... my poor baby... who's got you this upset?"

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mingyu

poor guy doesn't even know he's done anything wrong. he's just talking and then he says something that makes your bottom lip quiver. then he's completely at your mercy, he's willing to give you anything to make sure you don't cry. he's the type of person to promise other people who care for you that he would never hurt you or make you cry - and then he manages to do just that! he gets so sad and feels very disappointed in himself for a long time. then he comes to understand that you're just a bit extra sensitive, and that the harmless thing he thought he said came across as much harsher to you. when you calmed down, you almost ended up comforting him too. ever since then, he's been just a bit more protective.

"are you feeling okay? was that person bothering you? i can totally talk to them for you if you want to, i don't mind- what do you mean it's not a big deal? yes it is!"

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the8

he just doesn't believe you at first. he thinks you're faking it because "your tears are your weapon". then he realizes it's not fake. he leaves you alone for a bit so that he doesn't have to show you that he actually started crying because he upset you. he comes back when he's calmed down so that he can start comforting you. he doesn't talk much, only hugs you and let's you cry it out. as soon as you've calmed down he takes your hand in his and asks you what he did to upset you.

"please, forgive me."

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seungkwan

he gets easily irritated, but he also loves taking care of you. so, while he can't really change himself, he always does his best to cheer you up if he ever says something to upset you. he never questions what could be making you so upset, he understands that it's just how you function and that you can't control it.

"oh no, wait, i'm sorry- i was just overreacting again, i'm not mad."

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vernon

another very confused dude. he will ask you if he said something wrong because he really doesn't get it. when you tell him why he made you so upset he got even more confused because he didn’t see it that way at all. him questioning you only made it worse, so now he’s learnt to not do that again. he still gets confused, of course, but he’s a bit better at handling it now. he just asks you what you needs, that’s the only way he will be able to help.

“uhhhh… i did something wrong again, didn’t i? shit, okay.. can i make it better?”

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dino

he thinks your messing with him at first and starts being sarcastic. it’s a bad idea and makes the situation worse. then he starts panicking because how the fuck could he mess this up? he doesn't care about what he said or why you reacted the way you did, he just wants to make it better. so he hugs you. it's the only thing he can come to think of. it becomes a bit of a habit, whenever you get upset he just hugs you and does nothing else. then it turns into a form of comfort for you, whenever you're feeling like something's wrong or if something's made you even just a little bit sad you will ask for hugs. and you better believe that he will drop everything to go embrace you immediately.

"hm? you're feeling down? do you want a hug?"

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