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im-yn-suckers · 7 months

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hey can u do opposite version of "its not my fault you didnt tell them"

i mean yn came back from tour and bisit niki while his sleeping itd be cute

ohmygodohmygodyesss anon really having a big brain moment rn

its not my fault you didnt tell them (original here )

pairing bf idol niki x gf idol reader

warnings- petnames, goofy petnames, kissing, cuddling, playful fighting, talking to enha like theyre your brothers if that counts, calling heeseung broski (my humors broken) calling niki pookie bear over text, uh idek anymore.

synopsis- you show up at your boyfriends dorm after being on tour for a month. niki doesnt tell his members the pet names you uses and they eavesdrop when you questions you about it and list off all the secret petnames.

y/n: broski, let me in so i can see my pookie bear. dont tell him tho

heeheeseungg: alr gimme a minute.

it was 11 am and you were let in to the boys dorm. you set your bags down, since your members dropped you off at the dorms, you still had your bags. they took to nikis room. you told the members they could watch, until niki kicked them out.

you snuggled under the covers and cuddled up to nikis back, seeing he was still sleeping you switched to lay in front of him. you snuck under his arm and nuzzled your nose into his neck, wrapping your arms your him.

he looked up and pulled you impossibly closer, you felt the smile on your neck. after pulling away, he kissed you softly and passionately. hearing the guys giggle, he pulled away and hid under the covers.

they closed the door a little bit but stayed there, being nosy. "i missed you my prince." they guys laughed and nikis face turned red.

"GUYS GET OUT PLEASE" they shut the door but, once again, they stayed there.

"yn, they dont know about the petnames, whyd u ruin it. theyre gunna tease me"

"i miss you too."

"sorry, i missed you so much, but still, WHYD YOU CALL ME THAT IN FRONT OF THE GUYS."

"am i not allowed to express my love for you?" pretending to be offended, you batted your eyelashes is a 'sad' way.

"you are, just not when ALL of them are there."

"what else did you not tell them about?''

"uh, alot. definitely not the petnames"

"so you didnt tell them about pretty boy, cutie, sweetie, honey, darling, or jack skellington?"

suddenly there was tons of laugher coming from the door, causing niki to get up and yell at them.

long story short, nikis a tall ass skeleton and doesnt tell people.

JOKES ASIDE, sunoo and jungwon (the shorter memebers of the group, even though they are tall asf too) called him jack skellington. heeseung called him pretty boy, jake called him cutie, and the others did a mix of all of them

hope this was up to ur standards anon, u and ur big brain. and IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE, IVE BEEN BUSY WITH HOMEWORK BECAUSE MY ALGEBRA TEACHER CANT LIVE WITHT THE FACT THAT WE HAVE THINGS TO DO OTHER THAN MATH, but never mind that.

send requests yall, ill do em when i have time

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wonyoluv · 1 year

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𝐖𝐋𝐖 & 𝐆𝐆 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐬 !! (๑>ᴗ<๑)

✧ some of my all time favorite fics & their amazing authors!! please show everybody lots of love ^^ [header creds. to @minvcrs] ✧ i'll keep updating this as i find more fics !! pls feel free to send in suggestions as well <3

✧ SMAUS ✧

BRUTAL - @mosinterlude [hanni x reader smau]

↳ this was such a fun concept for a smau & this author also has a rlly great niki smau if ur a fan of enhypen <3 looking forward to more of their works ^^

HALLWAY CRUSH - @xuqijie [haerin x reader smau]

↳ kinda reminds me of 2521 & it's just a rlly cute concept

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL - @jungwonize [rei x reader smau]

↳ this smau hasn't come out yet but im so hyped ^^ this author has rlly creative plots so definitely another blog to check out ;)

RUN2U - @yaeluvz [wonyoung x reader smau}

↳ i had the time of my life reading this smau bc it was just so funny & perfectly cute <3 loved wonyoung's portrayal bc it was just so endearing

FANWARS - @rosiehrs [yunjin x reader smau]

↳ i still haven't gotten the chance to read this smau but i can't wait to! the summary itself sounds so entertaining

FAULT LINES - @ctrlemis [wonyoung/jungwon x reader smau]

↳ jungwon and wonyoung are two of my ults so this smau was literally everything i had ever dreamed of

PLEASE! - @mingkuri [hanni x reader smau]

↳ not completely up to date with this smau but its so so funny <3 like i actually need to catch up rn bc it's amazing, not to mention it's abt the loml hanni pham <3_<3

THE ONLY EXCEPTION - @izfims [yujin x reader smau]

↳ just found this while i was going through my saved fics & it looks so cute so i need to go check it out like rn !! i'm definitely checking it out b4 i go to sleep tdy

✧ WRITTEN ✧

LOVER GIRL - @silantryoo [haerin x reader fluff]

↳ quite literally the cutest thing i've ever read ... i wish i could reread it but the author accidentally deleted their acc T_T if u haven't read it, take my word for it bc it was absolutely adorable 🫶 update: it’s been reposted!! so happy i could literally cry rn 🙈

CAN'T YOU SEE ME - @forhereyesonlyyy [yujin x reader fluff]

↳ it's honestly such a struggle to find authors for ive, but im so glad that i found this acc bc they write so well <3 definitely recommend checking it out :)

2, 4, 6, 8, WHO DO I APPRECIATE? - @chenle [yuna x reader fluff]

↳ an all time favorite of mine ^^ if i could only recommend one work in this post, this would be the one ... it literally came out 4 yrs ago & i still go back to read it <33 it's a cheerleader au & absolutely adorable,, also made me realize just how gay i am lol

CHICKEN SANDWICH - @kimsohn [winter x reader drabble]

↳ this is probably one of my fave drabbles from this acc bc it has fake dating which is one of my fave tropes but literally anything they write is amazing <3 this acc has sm diversity & writes for ggs like loona, aespa, ive & itzy !!

OCEAN VIEW - @seungiepup [gaeul x reader fluff]

↳ probably one of the only gaeul works i've seen on here but im so happy that i found it :) it's a perfect fluffy slice of life drabble

STUCO GF HCs - @iichaeyj [karina x reader fluff]

↳ this acc posts such great hcs & blurbs like i love reading them all sm. they havent posted much gg content, but i'd def recommend checking out all their works if you like txt or enhypen.

6:03 PM - @gfksn [ryujin x reader fluff]

↳ the cutest timestamp <33 like i just love ryujin sm & i feel like this captures her essence rlly well .. idk if that makes sense but plz check it out bc it's cute :)

DRESS ME UP - @hoonsmarsbar [gaeul x reader]

↳ this hasn't come out yet but i can't wait <3 the header is so so pretty & the summary has me so intrigued :) bc i just adore gaeul

KISS, KISS, I WANNA KISS. - @tbzloonar [hyejoo x reader fluff]

↳ you can likely alr tell just how cute this is from the title alone but im gonna say it again bc its adorable <3

LOST SUNSHINE - @haerinz [wonyoung x reader angst]

↳ this hanahaki au was one of the first gg fics i found on here && it's a true heartbreaker <3 would definitely recommend to anyone craving angst :D

SWEET WORDS - @itgetsquiet [ryujin x reader fluff]

↳ only recently discovered this fic && i still haven't finished it, but i started it and from what i've read so far, ik im gonna enjoy it :)

#ive x reader #itzy x reader #newjeans x reader #loona x reader #izone x reader #enhypen x reader #itzy x yn #kpop gg #gg x reader #kpop fic recs #ive x yn #wonyoung x reader #ryujin x reader #hyunjin x reader #sakura x reader #yujin x reader #wonyoung x yn

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sungbeam · 1 year

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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐞

yang jungwon x gn!reader

0.7k words, u and ur friends play spin the bottle, fluff, tension/intimacy, a lil kiss, YANG JUNGWON IS A WARNING IN ITSELF AHHHHHHHH, there is no back story tbh i just get right to the point, they're in high school at least tho 🤡, barely proofread ayo

a/n: tbh not exactly the dream i had but close enough

This was a middle schooler's game, you told yourself as you watched the bottle whirl and blur in your vision, in a shoddy attempt to console yourself.

This was a middle schooler's game, you reminded yourself as the bottlenose took its sweet time reaching a halt.

This—how was this a middle schooler's game? How was kissing someone a middle schooler activity when you were nervous as a senior? You asked yourself through the thundering of your palpitating heart in your ears, eyes locking with Yang Jungwon's across the circle. Even amidst your friends' eruption, you couldn't seem to focus on anything but the fact that you were now being shoved into a closet with Jungwon, door slamming shut, lights clicking on.

The snickers from outside were muffled and so were your thoughts. Your brain might as well have been stuffed with cotton.

"Shit," Jungwon cursed as a broom nearly came crashing down on his head from where it had been hanging against the wall. You inhaled sharply as his hand slammed against the wall next to your own head, his face now inches from your own.

"Shoot, I'm sorry—" he stuttered, reaching behind him to try and maneuver the broom back into place so you two had more room, but to no avail.

You tried peering around to perhaps help him, but that only led to you almost knocking your heads together. "Damn, we couldn't have picked a bigger closet?" You giggled nervously, hands cracking your own knuckles as an anxious tick.

It was not helping that you could smell the light cologne lingering on his clothes, nor focus with the vision of Jungwon's dark hair falling in his pretty eyes, his lips mere inches from your own.

He sighed, giving up on the broom. "Sorry, I just—" He shifted slightly forward so he was no longer leaning over, but stepping into your space. His palm against the wall became an arm braced over your head. "I'm sorry, you're probably so uncomfortable."

"No, no," you shook your head on instinct, then flushed a deep pink when you realized how that might have sounded, "I mean—it's a little cramped in here, but it's not your fault, Won! No need to apologize so much."

Jungwon smiled at you and you could have sworn his eyes flickered down to your mouth. "'Kay, cool. There's also the fact that they're all expecting… something to happen in here, but it's totally up to you, too."

Ah, right. The whole purpose of spinning the bottle and being shoved in a closet—"privacy". In reality, all your friends probably had their ears pressed to the door, eagerly awaiting something to happen between you and Jungwon like hungry hyenas slobbering at their master's feet for a slab of meat.

(The only problem was admitting that you did want something to happen between you and Jungwon. This was almost a dream come true scenario.)

You didn't quite know what to say, but he was still looking at you, maybe expecting an answer…

Wait. He said it was up to you, too. Did that mean that he wanted this—?

He must have seen the realization hit you, and a small, husky laugh fell from his lips. Had it suddenly grown ten times hotter in here? "Only if you want to, Yn," he assured you lowly, but how could you deny how enticing he sounded?

"Okay, yeah," you whispered, head tilting upward like an invitation.

A breath of air in response—something akin to "thank God"—and he lowered his mouth to meet yours—

"AYE! TIME'S UP!" Followed by a disruptive flurry of knocks on the door killed the mood faster than a fly against a windshield on the highway.

You laughed as you watched Jungwon grunt in annoyance, his eyes rolling, then shooting a dagger-filled glare at the door. "That was Niki, huh?"

Jungwon tipped his head back in a groan. "Yeah. That punk," he grumbled, wrinkling his nose in distaste.

"Hey, love birds! You have to share the closet, y'know."

"I guess we have to go," you said. Your eyes met Jungwon's again, but he was reaching for the doorknob. Regret, and perhaps even disappointment, pooled in your gut. Damn, you should have taken your shot.

Suddenly, Jungwon dipped his head to yours and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. He pulled back, smirking slightly at your stunned, doe eyes. "That's my IOU, Yn. You owe me a kiss back, okay?"

Your eyes lit with giddiness, and Jungwon shared that same expression. When the two of you emerged from the closet and resumed your seats across the circle from each other, you definitely could not wait to cash in his 'I owe you'.

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i05wook · 1 year

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heyy!! i read some of ur works and you are such a talented writer omg. and i was wondering if u can make a jay fic where he was playing league and you walking in being super sleepy but u being the way u are cant sleep without him even though u dont want to admit it u go up to him and asked him if u could sit in his lap while he played and he teased u a bit but obviously said ok and when u go to him u massage his scalp and he falls more in love w u at the small gesture and he turns off his game bc he starts to get sleepy as well but doesnt wanna move he sleepily murmurs sweet nothings as u fall asleep then u both wke up w aching backs and necks and end up bickering about whos fault it was

cuddles - park jongseong

pairing: gn! reader x bf! jay

genre: fluff

summary: jay is playing league for that long you end up falling asleep with him in his chair

author’s notes: thank you so much @biggestenhastan for the request!!

It’d been a really long day at your part time job in a local cafe, between the constant interaction with customers, and the stress of your boss being grouchy all day which felt particularly aimed at you, all you wanted was to collapse in bed with your amazing boyfriend, Jay. However, when you finally arrived back home, you could hear Jay’s voice echoing through the apartment. This only meant one thing, he was playing League with Heeseung and Niki.

Whilst you were happy that Jay was playing with the boys and enjoying his time off from busy schedules, you couldn’t help but want his cuddles and to just fall asleep in his arms. In order to stop the guilty feelings that were arising inside of you, you decided to do some tidying of the apartment, however when you finally decided to go see Jay in the bedroom, he was still in the middle of a match with the boys. At this point, all you wanted was his love and affection, so you walked towards where he was sat in his gaming chair and wrapped your arms around his neck, placing a kiss on his cheek.

He muted his mic and spun his chair around to face you, saying, “hey love, you’re back! How was work today?” Before you could even reply to his question, he noticed the look of exhaustion on your face and pulled you towards him, and in to his lap on the chair. Jay knew of your aversion towards sleeping without him beside you, but he also knew that he could be playing with the boys for sometime before he could join you in bed. “Love, I know that you’re tired, I can see it on your face, and I don’t know how long this game will last so why don’t you have a nap with me here for a bit?”

With this information you decided to get yourself into a more comfortable position to nap in, wrapping your limbs around his body like a koala on a tree. Once you were settled, and both you and Jay were happy with the position, Jay began tickling your sides and teasing you for being so adorable with him. Eventually, when the next match started, he unmuted his mic and settled in to the game, however his voice was significantly quieter than it had been when you first entered the apartment as he was mindful of your want to sleep.

With your head resting on his chest, and arms wrapped around his around his neck, you began to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. For Jay, this was one of the best ways to spend his time off, he especially loved the feeling of his hair brushing through your fingers.

After around an hour of gaming, he decided it was time to call it a day and turned off his pc. Just as he was about to wake you up, he looked down to see you peacefully sleeping, and something inside him told him not to move or wake you up. He placed a series of kisses to the top of your head, whilst wrapping his arms around your waist, and rubbing his hand up and down the small of your back, slowly sending himself in to a deep, deep, sleep.

The next morning, you had been woken up by the blinding morning sunlight peering through the curtains of Jay’s gaming room. At first you were in a severe state of confusion, why were you still in Jays gaming room? Why were you in Jay’s gaming chair? Why had Jay not woke you up last night so you could both have a good nights sleep?

Then, as you tried to get up from the position you had slept in in Jay’s lap, you felt the uncomfortable ache in all of your joints and muscles. However, in your attempt to remove yourself from the uncomfortable position you had slept in, you had ended up disturbing Jay from his sleep.

“Good morning love!” croaked out Jay’s morning voice as he stretched his neck from the uncomfortable position it had assumed during the night.

“Why on earth did you decided for us both to just sleep here? It’s your fault that we’re both suffering form aching muscles.” you whined, a small pout forming on your face.

“You were the one who looked too peaceful to move or wake up last night. It’s your fault that you're just so ethereal.” He bickered back, knowing that he could fluster you enough with the last sentence that he would ultimately win your little lovers squabble that morning.

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pantoneyoongi · 1 year

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are we just friends? | myg

title ; are we just friends? you don’t need me like i need you

description ; if we fuckin’, are we just friends?

cast ; yoongi x you

word count ; 7.2k

tracklist ; like i need u - keshi, drunk text me - lexi jayde, urs - niki, somebody - keshi

tags ; angst, drinking / alcohol, friends with benefits gone wrong (no explicit smut), pov switches, very brief mentions of poor family dynamics and financial issues, this has been in my drafts forever so fuck it here it is

you’re getting real fucking tired of being broken up with.

your scowl deepens, jaw clenching and rotating as you repeat the video on hoseok’s story. it should probably be illegal to have access to social media during a breakup. except is it really a breakup if someone never really committed to you in the first place?

you want to curse hoseok out. you want to saunter up to him and jab a finger into his chest - yoongi doesn’t like partying, you want to snap in his face. he doesn’t like clubbing, or even drinking all that much. he said so. he told me.

like a child, you want to point out all the things yoongi told you in quiet confession, wave it around as proof that yoongi did care about you. that you knew things about him even his best friend didn’t know. but it’s not hoseok’s fault. hoseok is a good guy. he’s your friend. it just so happens that he was yoongi’s friend first, so yoongi gets the hoseok post-not-breakup-breakup package while you get the anger roiling under your skin watching yoongi throw back shots and eye hoseok’s camera lazily, one dark eyebrow arching as hoseok’s cheers and laughter sound loudly even amidst the pounding edm.

it’s not really anger. jimin would know this best; he’s your best friend, evidence of which is coming through in the form of several text messages asking you to open your damn door. you won him even in the war of your last real breakup - an honest-to-god shock to you, really, considering who had been on the other end of that particular ruined relationship. but that one had ended in utter shambles, that one was the reason you were in this mess in the first place, all your shattered pieces picked up by none other than an unsuspecting min yoongi, the one person you never thought would be able to carefully piece back together the glass that formed your heart. somehow, without either of you knowing, he rebuilt it all, fitting every broken piece neatly together. it almost worked, too. you almost couldn’t see the cracks. that is, up until he swept it all away in one fell swoop, all his hard work left in remnants on the ground.

let’s be real. even if he really had managed to fix your broken heart, glass is still a fragile thing. easy to shatter.

you throw your phone to the side, letting it land with a dull thud against your comforter. you lower your head, one hand running through your hair, exhaling a heavy sigh. this is infuriating. frustrating. exhausting.

you’ll call it everything but what it is.

painful.

“i really didn’t wanna do this but you leave me no choice,” a voice calls out from your front door.

you curse under your breath. with the last bit of willpower you have in you, you push yourself off your bed, swinging open your bedroom door to find jimin kicking off his shoes. you don’t know why he bothers asking you to open the door if he’s just gonna use the key anyway. “the spare key was for emergencies, asshole,” you grouch, but jimin levels you with a look that says he’s tired of you playing games.

“yeah, well, you should’ve known i’d use it for whatever i want anyways,” he snarks back, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it over the back of one of the chairs at your breakfast bar. “plus i think this qualifies as an emergency.”

you sprawl over your couch. “in what world does this qualify as an emergency?”

“mine. it’s fucking cold outside.”

“you’re literally indoors. this is an apartment building, jimin. and who asked you to come over? it sure as hell wasn’t me and i don’t remember having roommates-” you yelp when he shoves your legs out of the way to make room for himself, plopping down and then resituating your legs over his thighs to placate you in spite of your sarcasm. hm. he is cold.

“stop being annoying,” jimin says it without any real bite, though his fingers do pinch your leg, almost earning him a knee to the stomach, save for his fast reflexes and uncanny strength for someone his size. he glowers down at you. you scrunch your face back.

if hoseok’s post-(not-breakup)-breakup package is getting yoongi absolutely wasted, then jimin’s post-(not-breakup)-breakup package is talking through your feelings. well - it’s just a jimin thing in general, not exactly reserved for breakups and relationships. too bad you’re allergic to unpacking your emotional baggage.

the two of you sit in silence for a little bit, you staring up at your apartment ceiling while jimin idly taps rhythms against your knee with one hand, his other hand scrolling through his phone. he knows he has to ease you into it. breaking into your house (with a key you gave him, willingly) is already a bit aggressive of a move. if he pushes any harder too quickly, you’ll lock him out, literally and figuratively.

you tense when you hear the familiar clip of hoseok’s instagram story play on his phone, jimin’s hand still drumming away on your knee, though you know he felt the way you stiffened. his fingers slow a little, then come to a stop. hoseok’s video ends and you’re thrown back into silence.

jimin tilts his head toward you but you refuse to meet his gaze. his voice is soft. “you should talk to him.”

that’s unexpected. you know jimin knows exactly what happened, even if you haven’t spelled it out precisely for him. your eyes snap to jimin’s. “i tried.”

“tried as in you fought with him or tried as in you told him how you feel?”

your mouth clicks shut. winning jimin in the breakup war doesn’t feel very victorious sometimes. you wish you won hoseok in this breakup war. getting wasted is starting to sound a lot more fun than jimin’s unnervingly accurate assessment of what happened between you and yoongi. too bad hoseok doesn’t even really know there’s a breakup war happening right now.

“what’s the point?” you meant to sound flippant but it comes out bitter. your voice quiets. “even when he doesn’t know, he’s already run for the hills.”

there’s a vulnerability that’s starting to peek through. an odd trait that formed in your relationship with jimin after losing your ex was that the softest parts of you only came out when you were around jimin. otherwise you were all metal and stone, an immovable force. but jimin has always been gentle with you, in spite of the sass. the trait is only odd because -

never mind. one heartbreak at a time.

“don’t you think maybe he’d stay if he knew you loved him? maybe he’s running because he’s scared.” jimin’s eyes are still on you, attentive as ever. he’s a good friend. he’s also probably right - you know he’s right - but logic doesn’t factor in when it comes to feelings. it never has.

“love is a strong word,” you reply back simply, and you’re lucky jimin doesn’t roll his eyes. but it tells you how serious he’s being, jimin frowning back at you. the ache in your chest is consuming you slowly. you can feel it reaching up to your throat the longer jimin stares at you.

“y/n,” he says sternly, and you feel your throat constricting, like the ache is a hand and it’s stretching from your heart, around your lungs, and up to your neck, wrapping its fingers tight. your heart beats hard in your chest, hurting in a way that feels both too familiar and utterly unknown, all at the same time.

but you’re a fighter. you always have been. always have had to be. very few people have gotten close enough for you to let your guard down, but you let it happen again and now look where you are? now look what you’ve gotten yourself into?

“it is,” you say stubbornly, but it lacks strength. your vision is cloudy. every part of your mind is rejecting this reaction so you force the tears away. you blink hard, once, twice, three-four-five times. your vision clears.

the worst part about being friends with jimin is that he knows exactly when to bend to you so that you can’t fight. you’re so good at throwing up walls and coming out kicking and screaming that whenever jimin concedes, it’s like you’ve run full force into a locked door that suddenly swings open, so you’re left with no choice but to carry through on the propulsion and land sickeningly hard on the ground.

“if you say so, y/n,” jimin murmurs gently. the dam breaks.

jimin gathers you into his arms as you inhale shakily, eyes closing. you don’t realize you’re trembling until you feel the light pressure jimin uses to hold you, keep you still, while you bury your face into his chest. crying is the worst part of all this. it’s gross and it gets all over jimin’s shirt and no matter how hard you try, you can’t stop. you cling to him like a lifeline. fuck min yoongi. fuck him. fuck him for his stupid ideas and his shit decisions that you participate in and the convincing cheshire grin he has. fuck his shining eyes and gummy smile and the way his hair is swept off to the side, curling into a little comma, just the way you told him you liked it, in that video hoseok has uploaded. he knows what that does to you. he has to know.

fuck min yoongi. fuck min yoongi. fuck min yoongi.

you won’t say it. you won’t give him that. you don’t care what jimin says. if yoongi wants you, he can say it first.

being a world class fuck-up is something yoongi is unfortunately well acquainted with.

he might have the riches now, but that doesn’t erase his nonexistent college degree or his shit excuse of a personality or his burned bridges. the one he has with you is smoldering. he knows exactly how to put it out but instead he’s watching the flames pick up in heat.

he stares down at the bottom of his empty glass, willing it to refill itself with more alcohol. he can afford another shot but he probably shouldn’t have one, considering how fuzzy his world already is as of right now.

but the alcohol isn’t working. fuck, it’s not working. his world gets blurrier by the minute yet somehow you are still crystal clear in his mind, embedded in his memory, rooted deep inside the ache that weighs his heart downdowndown, the kind of hurt that feels like someone is clawing his chest open and there’s no amount of sutures to close the wound. the alcohol isn’t numbing the pain. it’s burning him alive instead.

he wants to fling the glass at the wall. he wants another fucking drink. he wants to go home.

it’s too loud. there’s too many people. yoongi hates people, hates being around crowds, hates the bitter taste of alcohol searing down his throat. he just wants - he doesn’t know what he wants. he knows exactly what he wants. he hates that he knows exactly what he wants.

he lifts his glass to slam it down on the table, but loses the force right before it hits the counter, and it slips out of his grasp, wobbling a little before it settles into place. the music is giving him a headache.

his phone buzzes. with a tired hand, he clicks his phone on to see the message, both eyebrows shooting upwards when he sees the text from hoseok.

he turns, searching the crowd for his friend. he spots him a little ways across the room, hoseok lifting a beer bottle, tilting his chin towards the door. yoongi looks back down at his phone.

[11:18pm] hoseok: ready to bail and finally tell me what you’re moping about?

yoongi sucks in a cheek. he raises his glass back to the bartender. “another one, please.”

his phone buzzes again.

[11:26pm] hoseok: guess that was a no

yoongi finds hoseok again just so he can make sure hoseok can see his lovely smile as he tips back the drink.

if there is anyone in the world who would succumb to something as idiotic as fuck buddies, it would be you. you never actually thought you were the type, but not even mina was surprised when she found out. she’d simply hummed and nodded, then gave you a foreboding glance that you probably should’ve thought a little longer about. maybe it would’ve given you the hindsight to not let yoongi get tangled within your sheets.

but being with yoongi was never about thinking straight. it was, in fact, the complete opposite. you wanted to forget. you wanted to think about nothing. yoongi was always particularly good at wiping your mind entirely clean, until the only word you could even possibly try to coherently say was his name. he loved doing that to you, gritted teeth and wicked grin and dark eyes blown all the way out.

the problem is that yoongi is also your friend. he stayed, like jimin did. but this was where yoongi and jimin differed wildly. yoongi’s comfort had his hand running along your skin, a pleasant thrum vibrating through your entire body. jimin’s comfort had you slamming the metaphorical (and sometimes the non-metaphorical) door in his face every time he tried to make you talk things through.

it’s a shame you always choose the destructive path. but yoongi didn’t feel destructive, he just felt good. you knew yoongi wasn’t looking for anything but your hands on him. he knew you weren’t looking for anything but his hands on you. maybe that’s why it was easy to open up. the expectations were nonexistent and somehow that led to all your walls crumbling, yoongi carefully dismantling the bricks to see what lay behind. the ruins you were left in.

“why did you stay?” you shouldn’t ask. you know better than that. but still, you do. “he was your friend, too.”

you half expect him to crack a joke about staying so he could sleep with you, but when you loll your head to the side to meet his eyes, you’re suddenly holding your breath.

“because he was wrong,” yoongi murmurs. he hesitates; you can see the way the thoughts turn over in his mind, how he slowly makes the decision to continue. “and you were hurting.”

you can’t keep looking. you turn away, but yoongi’s hand finds yours under the sheets, a pinky looped over yours, then another finger, then his hand is shifting to hold yours lightly, palm to palm. he squeezes, once. your breath pulls in shakily.

“yeah,” you breathe out, a little brokenly. “i was.”

he swallows. “i’m sorry.”

you squeeze his hand back. “me too.”

it first happens three months after the breakup. yoongi doesn’t know what possesses him to so much as ask but he does, and one thing lead to another, and suddenly you and yoongi are fucking on maybe a weekly (twice a week - three times a week - daily) basis.

there’s no rules. neither of you know how to set them. you both know yoongi exclusively does hook-ups and you’re in no position to jump into another relationship. this is just easier.

he should’ve set rules. if not for his sake then for yours. he’s your friend, for god’s sake, and you’re nothing like him. you don’t hook up, you barely do relationships, except the one you just got out of. he’s the only one between the two of you thinking straight and still he doesn’t do right by you. still he just runs head-first into it like it doesn’t mean anything.

yoongi scrubs at his face with both hands, trying to shake you. trying to shake the fact that he always knew this was going to end poorly. yoongi runs from commitment like it’s his worst nightmare, but even after everything, he stayed by you. he can’t give you up.

he couldn’t when he saw the way you looked after your breakup, a shell of the person you used to be, and he can’t now, even when he’s hiding from you behind a too-expensive bottle of whiskey.

he’s woe to admit it but you’re one of his best friends. even before the fucking, there was a fire there, a competitive spirit that kept your friendship burning with quick wit and sharp tongues. it was fun. the two of you circled each other like tigers in a cage, but neither of you wanted out - the glint in your eyes as alluring as it was encouraging - pushing him to his limits, forcing his brain to work faster, harder.

but when he needed you - you slowed. maybe you didn’t even notice. but when yoongi, on the verge of completing his college career, couldn’t push any harder, you were the one who sat with him and told him it was going to be okay. “sometimes college isn’t for everyone,” you’d shrugged. “not everyone has to fit the mold.”

you said it like you thought yoongi was too good for the mold. like he was meant for better things. you said it in a way that made yoongi feel like maybe you were right.

and you were.

when yoongi tries to order another drink, a hand on his shoulder stops him, hoseok waving off the bartender. “let’s go,” hoseok says, tone firm enough to suggest yoongi doesn’t have much of a choice. he’s done for the night; hoseok’s finished letting him drown his problems in alcohol. “come on.”

begrudgingly, he follows hoseok through the crowd of people, head still spinning. when they break through the doors into the cool night air, yoongi grimaces. hoseok’s already ordering an uber, though yoongi suspects hoseok isn’t even tipsy anymore.

“uber’s ten minutes away,” hoseok informs him, and yoongi makes a vague noise of acknowledgement. ten minutes is too long. it’s cold and he’s tired now that he’s escaped the club’s strobe lights and deafening music. he drags himself over to the curb, planting his ass on the ground like the pathetic, drunk, grown man he is.

hoseok comes to sit beside him, though he settles in much smoother than yoongi does. hoseok’s polite - lets yoongi take a minute for himself before he dives straight in.

“you gonna tell me what this is about, or should i just save us both time and cut to the chase?”

hoseok as a friend is the oddest mix of no-nonsense and gentle prying. currently he’s in no-nonsense mode, which, for someone who has had as much alcohol as yoongi has in the past hour or so, is just exhausting.

yoongi grunts, and it’s enough of a response for hoseok to make a decision. “okay,” hoseok purses his lips like he’s actually debating if he should carry through, then does it anyway. “so, y/n.”

yoongi groans. “what about her, hoseok?”

hoseok throws him a look. “we both know that’s what this is about, yoongi.”

yoongi doesn’t answer. maybe if he stays quiet for long enough both the headache and hoseok will disappear. hoseok releases a slow breath, and gentle hoseok replaces no-nonsense hoseok when he asks, “why don’t you just tell her?”

there’s a pointed look hoseok gives him that goes entirely missed by yoongi. his head is still pounding from the excessive amount of alcohol he’d downed, combined with the heavy bass that’s thrumming through the sidewalk he’s sitting on. yoongi presses a hand to his aching temple. he’s just not as young as he used to be, he muses.

“tell her what,” yoongi’s voice drags, a result of some mix between his brain being muddied and just sheer resentment about having to even talk about this. whatever this is.

hoseok clicks his tongue. “i know you hate this,” hoseok makes a sweeping motion towards the club they’d exited from. “you think i don’t know you by now? you only drink like you’ve got several livers when you’re running from your feelings. shit habit, by the way.”

“you always come with me,” yoongi points out. hoseok shrugs.

“someone has to babysit you.”

yoongi glares at hoseok through his peripheral. hoseok makes an expression like, i’m just telling it like it is, and yoongi scowls because he knows hoseok’s right. hoseok is there every time yoongi begins this garbage routine, but he’s also there by the end of it, too, slowly nudging out what’s truly bothering yoongi.

hoseok’s been trying to guide yoongi towards better coping mechanisms, but sometimes the healthy shit doesn’t work. sometimes yoongi needs something stronger. like vodka.

(he doesn’t even like vodka.)

yoongi sighs deeply, head hanging between his knees. it’s a little pathetic that he’s sitting on the sidewalk waiting for an uber to pull up considering his age, but here he is. running from his feelings at twenty-seven just like he did at twenty-two when they first hit him like a train wreck. back then, he didn’t even so much as acknowledge the funny feeling sitting in his chest. he’d outright ignored it. it wasn’t the time or place. but he got himself into this shitty situation, so does that argument still stand right now?

“do you love her?” hoseok asks, and he’s being genuine, trying to help yoongi figure it out, but it feels like a punch to the gut. yoongi might’ve preferred that. he shoves his hands aggressively through his hair, trying to clear his head. god, he’s not sober yet. not even close.

“i don’t know,” he gripes, frustration lacing his entire body tight. “i don’t fucking know. i don’t know how to-” he cuts off, breath drawn in sharp. i don’t know how to tell if i’m in love.

yoongi’s never been in love before. he doesn’t even know what love looks like. it can’t look like those shitty movies hoseok’s sister loves to watch so much - “the girls who get it, get it, yoongi,” she always teased, wagging a finger in his direction whenever he’d scoff at her - but it’s honestly the only frame of reference he’s got. his parents sure as hell didn’t love each other.

but then he thinks of you, thinks of the way your eyes spark dangerously and excitedly when you’re about to wreck him in whatever game you’re playing this go around, or how the right side of your lips curve up first before the rest of your mouth follows when you smile, or the way you look utterly relaxed when you’re tangled in your sheets, eyes lazily following yoongi around the bedroom. he knows there’s one other frame of reference he has for love, and it’s always been you.

because love looks like waking up in your bed. or you waking up in his. it looks like your eyes lighting up whenever he pulls up your favorite movie. or the way you dress like you’re putting on battle armor whenever you’re headed into the office. it looks like the excuses you made to sleep over after nights yoongi spent leaving his touch searing across your skin, and he pretends like all those excuses make sense just so he can do it all over again in the morning.

it looks like you, age nineteen, when he first met you as you stumbled into taehyung’s dorm room instead of yours, exhaustion written deep into your bones, and you hadn’t noticed yoongi until you were already trying to curl yourself next to taehyung, puppy eyes pleading taehyung to run his hands through your hair. it looks like the way you straightened the instant you spotted yoongi, all your walls flying back up so fast it gave yoongi whiplash. it looks like how the only person you ever allowed yourself to be soft around was taehyung. because nobody else was allowed to know. including yoongi.

it looks like the feelings yoongi drowned in parties and alcohol and different people in his bed every weekend, from the day he found out you started dating taehyung just months after he met you. it looks like you with your heart ripped out of your chest, making yoongi feel exactly the same, when taehyung broke up with you years later.

love looks like a lot of things. but to yoongi, all of them are you.

you don’t hear from yoongi for weeks on end. or is it days? time passes differently both when yoongi is around and when he isn’t - hazy when you’re in his bed and hazy when he’s not in yours. either way your mind is running loops on yoongi, yoongi, yoongi.

the only glimpses you catch of him are on hoseok’s story. but since the night the two of them went clubbing, most of these are pictures and videos of the back of yoongi’s head, yoongi refusing to entertain hoseok. the weak link in you wishes hoseok was better at goading yoongi, so you could at least catch a glimpse of his face again.

coming home to an empty apartment is far more exhausting than spending hours in the office. you excel at your job, and you work hard to make sure you do. you’re never going back to being helpless and in debt again. there’s no amount of heartbreak that could slip you up. even when taehyung broke up with you, you simply told everyone you were going to be working from home for a little while, splitting your emotions between writing reports while running through buckets of ice cream.

(mina recommended it. she said if you can’t express your feelings, at least eat them. you owe yourself that much.)

you probably looked ridiculous. sniffling as you barreled through numbers and reports and meeting decks all while your heart lay crushed underneath the constant replay of taehyung saying, i think we should break up.

you’ve never begged for anyone in your life. you’ve never asked anyone to stay. but you begged taehyung, cried and screamed and tried to understand why he would want to leave. taehyung was a pillar in your life, and when he left, your entire world shifted on its axis. everything crumbled.

you’ve always known your heart is made of glass. it has to be handled with care. that’s the only reason your ribcage is built with steel, fortified and bulletproof. you can’t afford the pain - you don’t have the time, energy, or money.

but taehyung slipped through. he made you feel like it was okay. the things you were self-conscious about slipped away when you were around him, because he made you feel like those things didn’t matter. like it was okay that sometimes (most times) you bailed on plans because a shift opened up and you had to take it. or that you dedicated the remainder of your free time to studying, so you could keep your scholarship. so you could ace your classes. pull yourself from the worst of poverty up to the top of the world.

you made it, and he was there, and then all of a sudden, he wasn’t.

it hurt. it hurt like a crater in your chest, like someone plowed straight through without remorse, tooth and claw just tearing out your heart with a sadistic smile. how could he leave? how could he understand you while you fought your way through to the top, only to say he didn’t know how to be around you anymore?

“you don’t need me,” his smile was wounded, and it felt unfair. he was the one sending fractures through your system, tremors shaking the foundation. everything you built. by yourself. with him. everything - gone. “i’m not good enough for you anymore.”

wrong. liar. coward.

kim taehyung is a coward. if he didn’t love you anymore, he should’ve just said that.

yoongi remembers a lot of things when it comes to you.

he remembers the day he met you, he remembers when you kicked his ass in beer pong on one of those rare nights that taehyung could convince you to come out and take a break, and he remembers watching you graduate, the proud grin as you walked across stage, the look in your eyes that defied the world, announcing your presence. i made it, yoongi could hear it in the way your eyes scanned the crowd. against all odds.

you’ve always carried yourself with confidence. back straight, head held high. you leave flames in your wake, unstoppable. you accept nothing less than your best.

but then taehyung broke up with you, and something changed.

in the weeks after the break-up, several arguments ensued, jimin, taehyung, and yoongi at each other’s throats in a way they never had been before. petty arguments are familiar to yoongi, but this, he knew, was different. different because its turning point was you.

yoongi was over it by the time they were arguing for longer than three days, but jimin held on, so yoongi stayed put, too. but taehyung wasn’t budging, and jimin was tired of arguing, and in the end, taehyung lost not only you, but jimin and yoongi, too.

jimin somehow managed to lasso yoongi into coming along to check up on you after the fact, even if yoongi was convinced they were already weeks too late - it’s you. there is no one he knows who is better at being poised in the midst of a storm.

then you opened the door, expecting mina, and yoongi had all his preconceptions about you wiped clean.

you’d looked sunken in, hollow. nothing like the uptight, stickler for schedules, no-bullshit person yoongi had come to know. you’d never skipped class in college, and you didn’t take sick days at work. all these years and you kept every part of you spick and span, crafted perfectly so no one could ever see the shaky foundation underneath, how fragile you truly were.

even when it had registered to you that it was jimin and yoongi at your door instead of mina, you didn’t rebuild your defenses.

you couldn’t.

it’d triggered something funny in his chest. you so rarely let your defeats show. but you’d held on for so long, and without taehyung, there was nothing holding you together anymore. yoongi had never seen you with your walls down before, only window glances that disappeared as quickly as they came - but there you were, eyes downcast, your whirlwind force died down to nothing.

yoongi nurses his drink, eyes faraway. seeing you with your guard down once was already a rarity, but he saw it again, and again, and again after nights spent laying next to each other in bed. but this time he got to see it in the form of your genuine smiles, laughter ringing out, your happiness exuded in the form of tears in the corner of your eyes from giggling too much. he got to see it on the nights yoongi convinced you to watch the movies hoseok’s sister loved so much, and saw your eyes long for something you didn’t have anymore, even though you called yoongi a ‘secret sap’ for wanting to watch something so melodramatic.

you let him in. soft kisses, quiet gasps, the press of you against him. deep inhales as you lay with your head buried into the crook of yoongi’s neck. one of yoongi’s hands tangled in your hair, the other cupping your jaw, a thumb running slowly against your cheek. you have a hard time letting people in, but yoongi thinks he might be worse.

why else is he running from you right now?

[12:47am] yoongi: fkcing miss u so bad

[12:47am] yoongi: want u

[12:49am] yoongi: want evrythign abt u want to feel u agin

[12:51am] yoongi: fuck

fuck.

yoongi stares at his phone. you don’t have your read receipts on but yoongi knows for a fact that you check your messages religiously, so there’s no way you haven’t seen the line of drunk messages yoongi sent last night. all things considered, it could’ve gone a lot worse. yoongi could’ve said something phenomenally stupid, like, i might be in love with you, which would arguably make this go from embarrassing to terrifying in less than a second.

yoongi rereads his messages.

no. still terrifying.

fuck.

“you’re up,” hoseok looks unimpressed in yoongi’s bedroom doorway, probably because he had to haul yoongi’s absolutely wasted ass back into his apartment last night. “i told you someone needs to babysit you.”

yoongi waves an arm carelessly, shifting to get upright. he has the world’s worst hangover but nothing feels more pressing than the four drunk texts he sent you last night. “i’m a fucking idiot.”

“i’m glad you know,” hoseok pushes himself off the wall and into yoongi’s room. “but i assume there’s a reason you’re re-informing me.”

yoongi shoves the phone in hoseok’s general direction, and hoseok - asshole - snorts when he reads it. yoongi glares up at him. hoseok shrugs back. “don’t look at me like that,” hoseok lifts yoongi’s phone in the air, using his free hand to point towards it. “this? this is sad, hilarious, and also not the worst thing you could drunk text your ex-fuck buddy you have feelings for.”

yoongi heaves a sigh, dropping his head into his hands. being hungover is already a miserable experience, but hoseok stating everything he’s avoiding out loud like it’s a simple fact makes this much worse.

the bed sinks when hoseok comes to sit beside him, throwing himself back. “i should’ve just tossed you on the couch instead,” hoseok bemoans, stretching out against the sheets. “taken your bed for myself. but look at me. i’m the best friend in the universe.” hoseok makes himself comfortable on yoongi’s bed, humming and cracking several joints along the way, but yoongi is both too used to his best friend and too deep in his own thoughts to notice or care.

hoseok sighs. “yoongi,” he draws yoongi out of his own head, nudging yoongi’s side with his foot. “you have to talk to her at some point. hey - i’m serious,” hoseok doubles down when yoongi tries to get up, hoseok using his foot to kick yoongi in the side and force him back down. “you can’t keep avoiding this. it’s not fair to you, and it’s not really fair to her, either. you owe her your honesty.”

yoongi knows hoseok’s right. he knows his friend is right but it’s just so - so overwhelming, he doesn’t know how to grasp at his feelings when he’s sober and awake. how can he stand in front of you and tell you he loves you when he’s already scared of the end? of losing you? yoongi can’t afford that. he can’t not be with you. he can’t lose you. it’s why he’s never crossed the line.

but who is he fucking kidding? the minute he fell into bed with you, he crossed as many lines as humanly possible.

there are not a lot of things you would rewind time for.

everything you fought past, got you to where you are today. if you wanted a penthouse, you could have one, easily. you just choose to live a simpler life, with as few grandiose things as you can get by with. sure, there are still luxuries you’ll splurge on, but for the most part - you’re satisfied with making do. a roof over your head, your debts paid, and a fridge full of food. there’s not much else to want for. the only way you would’ve wanted to make it here is through your own wits and hard work.

so you don’t regret it. you’ve largely grown past resenting the fact that you never got a lot of what other kids your age got when they were young - an easy life. but you’re grateful for what you have, even if that means you lost a number of things to get here.

still, there are some moments you wish you could go back to.

when taehyung left, you couldn’t understand him. you didn’t understand him. jimin didn’t either, and apparently neither did yoongi. you love jimin, and the way you feel for yoongi, well - it’s besides the point. taehyung was one of jimin and yoongi’s closest friends. having them fight and eventually split felt a lot like your fault. you ruined things. every human relationship you entered, you fucked up. with even the slightest tip of your finger, it all came apart at the seams.

so maybe you would go back, and undo a couple things, even if it meant yoongi and jimin stayed with taehyung instead of you.

or maybe you would go back, laugh in yoongi’s face when he suggested sleeping together, if it meant you didn’t fuck this up all over again.

but yoongi’s texts from last night are still staring back at you from your phone screen, and you know that you don’t really want to take any of it back. you don’t regret it. you don’t want to undo the nights of tangled sheets and muffled drunk laughter and bickering over what to eat for dinner or the image of sleepy yoongi in the morning, hair ruffled and eyes barely open. you don’t want to take back gazing at him and realizing you have feelings for him, and letting it show. you don’t care that it scared him. you were honest with him. even if you didn’t say it out loud, there’s no mistaking it. you both know it.

you heave a sigh. with your eyes shut, you press the now dark screen of your phone to your forehead, grasping it with both hands, before slowly re-opening your eyes, setting your phone to the side. yoongi drunk texting you had sent an excited thrill through you, even against your better judgment. you know he’s just talking about your body. it’s not about you. it can’t be about you-

there’s a knock at your door that startles you. your name comes shortly after, and it sounds too much like a plea. it sounds too much like yoongi.

hesitantly, you raise to your feet, heading towards the door. you’re still in your pajamas - a ridiculous set mina bought you as a joke but turned out to be incredibly comfortable - and with a held breath, you open the door to find the person you’ve been non-stop thinking about for weeks on end.

he looks a little surprised to see you in the doorway, as if this isn’t your apartment and like it wasn’t him who came looking for you in the first place. his lips part, but nothing comes out.

you want to fight. you want to be angry and yell at him for leaving you alone the last time he was here, right before you both decided to drop off the face of the planet, leaving jimin to come knocking down your door and hoseok to drag yoongi out of bars and clubs. the last time yoongi was at your door, you’d thrown all your walls back up because yoongi had done the same after seeing the affection in your eyes the night before. he couldn’t handle your feelings and you couldn’t stand the sting of rejection again.

but he’s here. he’s here and there’s no armor you can form against that look in his eyes.

you don’t even say his name, don’t even let him in before it comes tumbling out, “i think i love you.”

all at once, the storm in yoongi’s eyes clears. you can see the way his world quiets inside, breath escaping him and he softens, tension slipping off his shoulders. slowly, he steps inside, closing the door behind him, and you take a step back to match every step he takes in.

shoes toed off, jacket shrugged off his shoulders, he comes closer and closer. for someone who ditched you because he was scared of commitment, he sure looks quite at home inside your apartment.

“i’m not gonna take it back,” you whisper. “i don’t care. i mean it. i don’t give a fuck if you’re scared, i’m not taking it back.” you wield your feelings like it’s a weapon. or maybe, like it’s a shield.

his expression doesn’t change, that contradicting mix of someone who feels simultaneously at peace and fiercely determined, all at once. he backs you up further and further, until you hit the back of your couch, your fingers catching on the edge to balance yourself. he doesn’t touch you, but his hands do come to rest on the back of the couch too, caging you in.

his eyes scan over your face, features softening the longer he looks at you. this is the yoongi who lay in bed next to you all those nights before. the yoongi who secretly enjoys watching the same movies hoseok’s sister openly loves. the yoongi who makes you laugh till you can’t breathe, who ignites a competitive streak in you, who has always quietly believed in you. this yoongi doesn’t have his walls up in the form of a tantalizing smirk and dark eyes. this yoongi is the one who stood by your side, unconditionally.

his hands shift to your waist, grip firm but light. his forehead presses against yours, both your eyes fluttering shut, but you hold your breath as he exhales his.

“i’m sorry,” he murmurs. “i wasn’t being fair.”

your eyes open to meet his, and his apologies swim in his eyes, layers deep. his hands tighten on your waist, like he’s scared if he lets go, you’ll disappear.

“you’re one of few constants in my life,” he confesses. “i was being greedy when i asked you to sleep with me. because i wanted more without the risk of losing you, and i thought if we were still just friends, it’d be fine. i used every excuse in the book. but i’ll always want more, y/n. i - “ he swallows, and you grip the couch a little harder. “i’ll always want you.”

your breath escapes you, and the corner of his lips quirk up. “i think i’ve loved you for years,” his teeth catch on his lower lip. “well - i know i have.”

you tremble a little when your hand comes up to grip his shirt. “asshole,” you scoff out, but there’s no force behind it. “you could’ve just said that instead of running away for three weeks.”

he laughs at that, hands moving to press you against him, draw you as close as he can get. “sorry,” he repeats. “i’ll make it up to you.”

“i’m still mad,” you breathe, but your eyes are on his lips and he knows it.

“that’s fair,” he agrees, then you’re melting against him, hands buried in his hair as you tug him flush to you, all words lost to his mouth on yours. you’ve missed him. you’ve missed him too much to do only just talking, wanting his hands, mouth, anything you can get, on you.

you can tell yoongi feels the same, the urgency in which he presses himself close to you, the way he kisses you equal parts desperate and soft. yoongi holds you like he can’t bear to let go. like if he loses even another second with you, then there would’ve been no point to him lowering his walls to stand in front of you to begin with.

“don’t ever take it back,” he whispers against your lips when you finally pull away.

“hm?”

“you said you’re not gonna take it back,” the corners of his lips tilt upwards ever so slightly. “that you love me. don’t ever take it back.”

you can’t help the curl of your lips in response.

“couldn’t even if i tried to.”

#yoongi x you #yoongi x reader #yoongi x yn #yoongi x y/n #yoongi angst #yoongi #angst #im so sleepy rn idk #fic: awjf

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hi hi!! 🦕 back once again!! i just love your writing :) could i get somethin where the reader is in their first mcc and their cheerleader (can’t decide on who from the cricket crew, surprise me!!) is cheering them on either from the sidelines, they’re on the same team, or on opposite teams and their cheerleader is purposely throwing to increase readers chances of winning pretty please 🦕

(also, yes, 🦕 anon)

(also sorry for request spamming)

omg no dw ab req spamming at all! and welcome to the family 🦕 anon! thank you so much for the compliment <3 ; and I love love love this prompt, hope u enjoy !!! i mixed ur req up a little bc I had to do Freddie bc he's so fucking underrated (and I'm carrying the badlinu fanfiction atm so yk) and I also wanted to include a little friendship bit w tommy, tubbo & billzo and also include freddie 💪💪 (if anyone's interested I do have a badlinu x enby oc fanfic on my wattpad [lowkeyrobin] so hehehhw)

FREDDIE BADLINU ; MCC cheerleader

summary ; freddie, although not playing in MCC, cheers you on from the sidelines while you're paired with Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo. The three also throw you some extra chances to win for the group, considering last MCC went horrible for you, and they want you to actually have fun this time!

warnings ; language, fake noxcrew drama/hate, maybe me forgetting how mcc works...

word count ; 1.5k

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Freddie sits next to you, helping you set up before you start your stream. He sets your famous y/f/c water bottle on your desk and sets some small snacks down as well, paired with a sandwich and chips.

You focus on your monitors before starting your stream with the Starting Soon screen, deciding to start earlier than everyone to just chat and then hop into MCC when your teammates join the VC. You talk with Freddie for a moment, making sure you both had snacks, water, and were comfortable in your current clothes. You begin your stream, screaming as the starting soon screen fades out, revealing you two being loud and waving hello.

"Hi chat! I'm starting before everyone else just to talk and eat for a minute!"

"And I'm here!"

"No one cares about you, Freddie!"

"Jesus, okay"

After talking for a solid half hour and eating your sandwich, and interacting with chat, your teammates began to spill into the VC.

"What the fuck is up, Pink Penises!?" Tommy screams as he joins the voice call, being the last to join.

"Jesus fucking Christ, man! Turn your volume down!" You shout, quickly removing your headphones after cringing from the ear-splitting screaming.

"Bitch, you turn your volume down!-" Tommy shouts back, cutting himself off as he hears Molly in the other room yelling at him to quiet down some, as she was trying to watch a movie. "Nevermind, I'll turn my volume down..."

You, Tubbo and Ranboo laugh, and you hop onto the MCC server, making a remark about how this would be your last MCC if you got treated like shit again. Freddie puts his earbuds in and plugs them into his phone, joining the voice chat so he could hear his friends.

"Wait, no, I remember that they said it was because you were blindly following people and you lost fair and square but when I rewatched the clip the arrows never popped up for you!" Tubbo exclaims, recalling one of the moments during Ace Race from your last MCC.

"Yes, dude!" You exclaim, meeting up with the three and crouch-greeting Quackity and Niki, who were with the Olive Ocelots with Punz and Foolish. "You can literally see frame by frame, not once did the arrows appear. It wasn't even a glitch just on my end, they just didn't show up and I dunno how! Even Sapnap defended me because they didn't show up for him either! It stopped the whole thing for 10 minutes and they still wouldn't hear me out, I just wanted to clear my name!"

"They literally said it was your fault meanwhile it was a problem on their end. The whole fucking Ace Race and Hole In The Wall were stolen from you, dude" Tommy nods, going in 3rd person to show off your matching, recolored pink skins, "Funny how the two you trained hardest for, you came in last for due to "your computer lagging/glitching and how it isn't their fault"

"I'm not even mad about it, it's the fact they kept blaming me when it's not my fault that their dumbass texture packs kept breaking" You complain, "Anyways, hopefully this goes a bit better" You lightly smile, feeling Freddie pat your shoulder. "Tommy, look at your shirt in front 3rd"

Tommy switches his pov to 3rd person front, seeing the whole front of his shirt had a large, pink penis on it, thanks to you designing the recolored skin. "You're so fucked up!" He laughs

"I'm the best, I know, I know"

Hole In The Wall had begun, Freddie being your sensei as he sat beside you, shouting out directions and strategic moves for you.

"Go to the left! Left, left, left!"

"On the right, quick, quick!"

"Dude, you got fifth! I'm so proud of you!"

Parkour Tag was next, and Freddie was being your eyes while you focused on being away from everyone else.

"Sapnap is it! He's right behind you, go up the left side!"

"How do I make that jump? That's fucking impossible"

"Crouch at the edge of that, sprint and jump, aim for the closest one, you have to go straight then like curve it"

"Oh my God, fuck yeah! See! You did it!"

"Just spam space, trust me!"

Bingo But Fast was never your strong suit so you let Freddie take a break, letting your teammates try and win that one for you. No way in hell you were gonna be able to find slime balls or an iron axe. Freddie stream sniped Ranboo, seeing their card was similar to yours, not even knowing where to find half the stuff on the map.

"Some others are lost too, they loaded the wrong map I think, you can't get some of this stuff at all on this one"

"Noxcrew..." You put on your best Batman impression, staring into your camera, "When I find you, Noxcrew, when I find you!"

Of course, all the training for Ace Race didn't go to waste, and with Freddie becoming your actual cheerleader, chanting and all, you'd ended up coming in second place.

Sky Battle was hell, and it was basically only you and Tommy after Tubbo got himself nearly insta-killed and Ranboo made the bad idea to try and take on Philza.

The rest of MCC remained with the pink haired boy behind you acting as your cheerleader and helping you out a bit. But, he also made sure you were drinking enough water and weren't getting too stressed out or getting a little gamer raged, considering it wouldn't be good for your mental health.

"Drink the damn water, you're screaming your voice away"

"Nuh uh" You say as you chug down at least half of the refilled bottle.

As Dodgebolt came around, you and the rest of your team were stressed. You had to win against the Olive Ocelots, because a little Twitter drama happened due to your big mouth shit talking Ranboo for the bit. You really just didn't wanna pay them a hundred dollars today, not after that shit loss in Sands Of Time. You swore the other teams were playing shit over the fiasco of last MCC, but Tommy, Tubbo, Freddie and Ranboo all agreed that you were just fucking cracked at Minecraft this afternoon.

Over the course of the stream, Freddie had stolen some sunglasses for you, a Valentines Day stream prop, and had been wearing them for nearly an hour, and he, in boredom, found a pink sharpie and used it to draw a giant dick on your forehead. Tubbo did the same with a washable marker he had laying around, and you guys started a little cult in between games, trying to summon Ranboo and Tommy into it.

You turn around to Freddie, apparently your coach now, "What do you say, Coach?" You ask him, referencing every football movie ever.

"Center left-field, defense on right" He answers.

"What?- Dude, MCC, not American football!" Tubbo exclaims, jumping all over your screen as to speak to Freddie.

The two of you laugh, and you turn back to him. "What's the plan, who should I aim for, Fred?"

"Okay, I think Tommy should go for Foolish because it's a little obvious, and make sure you're the first out! Ranboo and Tubbo could go for either Niki or Punz, and leave Y/n for Quackity. Leave it obvious the first round but totally mix up the strategy"

"Hear that, Tommy? Be quick, shithead"

"I got it, I got it"

The first to three of five wins, and sadly, it wasn't Pink Penises, although it would've been a win to remember.

Freddie stands up and wraps you in a hug anyways, whispering compliments into your ear as you smile.

"Much more fun than last time, yeah?"

You nod.

"We got fuckin second?" Tommy looks almost shocked, not realizing you'd lost the final round.

"We got second place! Hell yeah!" Tubbo smiles, throwing his hands in the air

"Second is the first losers, Tubbo!" Tommy shouts

"Shut up Tommy, you're just a sore second place winner because Y/n carried the whole team, take the L" Ranboo remarks with a smug look, seeing you and Freddie cheering yourself on and dancing over the video call.

After the group had muted and calmed down some, you turn to Freddie and hug him. He warmly accepts the gesture, seeing you a little teary eyed.

"Thanks for being my coach, man, I'm gonna miss you"

He catches onto the bit, sniffling as he nods, "You'll always be a star, don't stop dreaming, man"

You guys dramatically hug again, wailing and sobbing as you do so.

"Why the fuck are they wailing?"

"I swear to God, do you not use your ears?"

"I just undefaned to say goodbye!"

"Use your psychopathic powers, Tommy"

"What!?"

"That's psychological, Tubbo"

"Psychology powers, use them!"

"I'm leaving, fuck all of you and fuck you Ranboo for losing the last round"

"That wasn't even my faul- He's gone"

"I've never watched an American football movie, should I?" Tubbo asks.

You and Freddie quickly turn to your setup, shouting in unison.

"Nope!"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt preferences #mcyt x reader #tommyinnit x reader #mcyt oneshot #ranboo x reader #badlinu x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #freddie badlinu #badlinu oneshot #tubbo x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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haonote · 1 year

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Hi sunshine! How’s your week so far? I hope you can have a nice rest by the end of this week. Thank you for writing beautiful stories <3

Can I request wonwoo x on the drive home (a song by niki)? Only if you’re okay with it, of course!

Have a nice day and don’t forget to drink some water! >_<

on the drive home - jeon wonwoo x reader

warnings implied fight? genre angst with a (sort of) happy ending </3 note hi anon <33 my week has been ok, ive been sick which sucks but aside from that it was good, thank u so much 🥹 have a nice day (or night) too! i hope u like this fic it was a bit more angsty than i expected sry :( thx for ur request tho!!!

the drive home was silent. you didn't want to remember why. you didn't want to remember that it was all your fault that the two of you were sitting side by side but felt so distant. you didn't want all your pessimistic thoughts to take over your mind like they always did when you two fought. you didn't want your eyes to water and you didn't want to rest your elbow on the door handle of wonwoo's car as you cried into your hands. you kept your eyes on the road, listening to the sound of the wind outside and the sound of wonwoo's car moving. you knew there would be a day you wouldn't find your home in his arms, but instead in your apartment. you felt like that day would be soon, though you hoped you were wrong.

when you met wonwoo, you had started your first year of college. you started dating during your second. you remembered your first date and your first anniversary. you remembered when he took you to an arcade and won you a stuffed animal from the claw machine. your fourth anniversary was approaching now. you hoped that when it would come you two would still be together. you hoped your love would last until your fifth anniversary, maybe even your sixth. a part of you couldn't help but feel as though your hopes were all in vain.

wonwoo parked the car and you got out. you slowly found your way to the elevator, following wonwoo through teary, blurry eyes. you reached your apartment and wonwoo opened the door for you, still in silence. you dropped your purse on the couch and took off your clothes, changing into a t-shirt before brushing your teeth and slowly making your way to your bed. you were half asleep when you felt wonwoo get into bed beside you. "goodnight." he whispered. "goodnight," you whispered back. "i'm sorry." you turned around and he pulled you into his arms. tears filled your eyes once again, pouring out onto his chest. "it's okay, baby," he pulled you closer, kissing the top of your head. "i love you." "i love you, too."

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lixiswrites · 5 months

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I love you I promise

Cw: break up let me know if there is others to add

Fluff,angst

Wc:1k

It’s been three days since you broke up with Jake. It was supposed to be easy, but you’ve been through a lot.

These past days, everything that your best friend Heeseung tried to do to cheer you up wasn’t working, and every time you guys were actually laughing, a call would pop, and then he would leave. You were always wondering who it was—was it Niki who needed help with the choreographer or was it Sunoo who wanted help with vocals or a good dinner with him? But overall, you guys had a great friendship since the day you met.

Today was nothing like other days. You were missing Jake extra today, and you were starter and worried about him since normally, after a stupid argument, he would call you, and even if you asked to break up when you were mad, he would still ask how you were doing and that he loved you and wished this would end, but this was nothing like that. Heeseung didn’t even say a word, which made you worried about how Jake was.

U made your way to the dorm and knocked. You were surprised by how fast it was open. Jungwon greeted you with a hug. "Hey noona, I hope you're doing okay." He gave you a sheepish smile. “He’s here, isn’t he?” U asked, raising an eyebrow while walking to the kitchen, making yourself a hot drink since it was cold. “Why is it so cold? You see Jungwon rubbing his hands together to form some type of friction to get heat. "I don’t know, but it’s going to snow a lot.”

After a while of laughing with the rest of the members, you checked outside to see heavy inches of snow getting piled up. You huffed, sitting back down, slightly closing your eyes in defeat. Now you were sleeping until you heard the boys screaming, screeching, and dying of laughter, hearing things like, “Our boy finally came out of his cave," "We missed you, puppy," and "Are you good?"

But he ignored everything. "What is she doing here?” He questioned, "Oh, she was going to hang out with the boys before you woke up, but I guess she fell asleep." Heeseung said, "Sorry, I’ll go now.” You said, head bowed down, and you grabbed your bag, heading out, but when you tried opening the door, you couldn’t u were now basically snowed in with your now ex and his friends. "The door won’t budge,” you said as you looked at your feet once again. “So just stay in,” Jay suggested, and the boys nodded.

“No”

“What do you mean, no, Jake?”

"No, no, no, I won’t let a girl who broke my heart just stay because there’s snow outside. You have to find a way out.”

Of course, you were hurt, but you couldn’t do anything. Jake was right; you broke up with him, and it was on you.

“Well I gues she’ll meet to stay there’s no way out” Niki patted Jake’s back soothingly it was obvious Jake was angry and it was very obvious that he’d been crying biting his lips and picking at his cuticles the sight of him in that state made you feel guilty “Jake let’s talk please?” you ask he chuckles licking his bottom lip “there is nothing to talk about Y/N what’s done is done” he slammed his hand down on the dining table his screams making you flinch “please?” You already have tears in your eyes and it was all you the pain he’s in right now you caused it why he didn’t want to talk u caused it the argument you caused it it’s all ur fault but u could help but want to talk to the person that helped you most Jake gave a slight “okay” and said down, finally giving in. This was the sign for the boys went to their room to leave you two alone.

“So what did you want to tell me more about why you broke up with me?” he asked with a shaky voice. “I wanted to say sorry for everything I put you through. I know it wasn’t the type to do these kinds of things. I just thought I wasn’t good enough." You blurred out in an unsteady pace, "Wait, what? So your just using that as an excuse because that’s not true?" He said sternly, and you looked at him adoringly. “I mean, every time I see other people's girlfriends visit them while at work or preparing lunch for them, I want to do that, but i never wanted to look like a clingy girlfriend, so I didn’t get a chance to do it, so it made me very self-aware that I was the only one who never visited her boyfriend." You took a deep breath before continuing, “I love you, Jake. I’m just an insecure bitch." You you laugh slightly at your bad joke.

"Baby," he cooed, getting up from the table and hugging you and smoothing your hair."I could say a million things that I love about you that are not just preparing lunch and visiting," he kissed your forehead."I love that every time we’re about to go to bed, you always have pepper kissed all over my face. I love how every time we release a song, you tell me how good I was and how good I looked. I love how we cuddle. I love what you cook for dinner. I love everything. He said and ended with a kiss on the nose, "I'm sorry, I didn’t want to see you this hurt." A tear fell on your cheek, hugging him closer. "I'm never letting go ever again,” you kissed his lips softly. “Let’s go. I want to cuddle with you. I’m cold.” He pouted when you went to the bedroom. He fell on the bed with you and cuddled you close, hugging your waist.

"I love you so much,” he said, kissing your shoulder.

“I love you too, I promise.

#sim jaeyun #fanfic #enhypen #kpop #angst with a happy ending #angst #fluff #ilysm #first post #foryou #fanfiction #enhypen niki #jungwon #jay #kim sunoo #heeseung #sunghoon

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faebriel · 8 months

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Ur rainduo hunger games au is just chef’s kiss. It’s so good!!!

Like niki and wilbur being friends and then wilbur disappears and she thinks he’s dead but he’s not?? And then she’s like I need to win I need to get him out of here. She’s like I am so angry but I can not show it. Like????? And her burning the forest down really suits her (I’m thinking of her burning down l’mantree) and then she hates fire but her branding is now fire +girlboss and she’s just like noooo no thank u. I’ve seen enough fire in my lifetime.

And wilbur is like a shaken up soda bottle. The lid is on tight but that does not mean that the liquid is calm. All u need is to take the lid off and it will explode everywhere. Yeah.

Anyways i love this au it is so cool!!!!

YEAH niki is such a straightforward character and she doesn't suffer the timewasting and arrogance of politics compared to so many other characters and so when her name gets pulled, she knows her odds of making it are just too low and she can't be bothered bullshitting that. she's not going to get up there and prance around for the cameras and pretend that everything is okay. it's not okay. she's not even a good liar in the first place. she has her parents presumably back home and a few friends in 12 so there's not much she can do, but there's a certain point where she just can't bring herself to participate. and then she finds wilbur, and the entire situation flips.

he is depending on her!! niki made peace with the idea of her own death as soon as her name was called at the reaping but this is an entire tidal wave of emotions that she already cannot compute. like the worst kind of grief and anger and survivors guilt. and if she loses, no one will rescue him. no one will even know he's there. and then that too, that's gonna be her fault. and even then, she gets these flashes of absolute rage...

she's so fucking lucky she has jack as a mentor to remind her of exactly the right way to smile so they can't see how tightly you clench your jaw. hbomb giving her these intricate hand braces so she can't visibly clench her fists when she talks so sweetly about winning the games and going home to her friends and making her district proud. and then she gets back to the tribute living spaces and tears her room apart in a whirlwind of burning anger, and then stays up late putting every stupid knick knack back together in case rumours spread because she needs to keep her reputation as the Sweet, Kind, Nicey Nice Girl from district 12 intact to win over sponsors.

and yea the forest fire is fucking traumatising. i can't remember if this is a canon hunger games thing or if my brain saw some fanon eight years ago and is running with it but i imagine once you win the games they slap all that megahealing shit into you so she wakes up in some private capitol hospital room and, beyond what she even thought was possible, the burns are gone. and she doesn't even know how that works but they must have done a pretty shit job because she can still fucking feel the fire beneath her skin.

you won and you got out! she gets wilbur out. maybe. but it's only really after the games that she realises she's never gonna be able to go home again. she should feel relieved to be alive at least, but all she feels is burning and a miserable, endless pit in her chest instead.

A SHAKEN UP SODA BOTTLE..... you're so fucking right KSHKDHDKD. wilbur is v interesting to me because like.... i think there's a bitter and hurting part of him that still blames himself above anyone else for getting caught. but he's been here for seven years. he has seen some horrible shit happen. wilbur has a tendency for self-hatred but he's not massively easily manipulated until someone is pushing him towards something he already wanted (thinking of how dream treated him in pogtopia.)

i think niki being reaped is a tipping point for him. like, he's not stupid. he's walked into the last seven years of reapings going not niki, and then not niki, not fundy, and then not niki not fundy please god not tommy and so on. and then the worst outcome happens, and niki barely manages to survive but only by swallowing her own voice and going through some terrible shit. wilbur saw that, he got to see it on live TV while pouring wine and retrieving stupidly rich food for stupidly rich people while he remembers arguing with tommy about whether they could eat a possum because at the time, that was their best option. it is one thing for him to be here. he has accepted that as his own fault (even if he probably shouldn't). but shoving niki through the meatgrinder? his kind, clever niki, who (in wilbur's eyes) has done nothing wrong in her entire fucking life? something needs to change, and he will bend steel with his bare fucking hands to make it happen.

now, to figure out how to do all that and actually stay alive.

the thing with wilbur that always stands out to me is that he's a character in motion. he doesn't stop. i think after being captured and having his tongue cut out and being tortured, he would obviously suffer greatly - but he wouldn't stop. his voice meant everything to him, and even though it's physically gone, part of him so venerates its absence that he cannot stop himself from trying to sustain it, to "bring it back", even if it sounds different now. even if it's all locked away in his mind. now, that is where he keeps everything he wants to say. he keeps his mind sharp over those years - reciting the names and birthdays of his friends in 12 so he doesn't forget them, tracing words across the wall when he's supposed to be sleeping so his handwriting stays neat enough to read. he's waiting, he just doesn't know for what.

and then niki is reaped. that's what.

#i kind of see nikis attitude towards the games (to start with) as somewhere between peeta in 1 and johanna in 2 #she has too many people she cares about to be as blisteringly angry as johanna but she's a bad fucking liar #she doesn't want the games to change her. and to be fair they don't change her in the way she expects #she doesn't want to have her personality swallowed up by the capitol because that is how she and her friends have always seen the victors #but after winning she realises oh. it really all is just tv cameras and hot air.#everyone from jack to the hardest career is fucking traumatised #and wilbur is. SO HEAVILY REPRESSING HIS FEELINGS to stay alive because there is no room for error #but silently he's fuming. they took a fucking lot from him but they couldn't take the belief that there's something better than this #if anything they hammered it in #OUGH. they're very. yeah #thanks the the ask mye !!! how ya doing #asks #hunger games au #aunonnies

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go-learn-esperanto · 2 years

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hi so i just saw ur lrb, and i just wanted to ask. imma be writing c!niki in a fic soon, and i havent written her pov before. i want to do her justice, do u have any like. things i should remember when writing her, things to avoid, that sort of thing? i like to think i understand her character, but i have a feeling that i might have understood her character, if u get what i mean. i did, but its been a while, so im not sure if i do anymore. alg if not!! hope ur having a good day <3

I am so very sorry for answering so late.

Dear, I'm not the C!Niki authority. I am definitely not the best person to ask.

The think I'll recommend is to not give in the Girlboss aspect. The "oh when she meets Wilbur she's gonna punch him because she's a baddass" takes are definitelly not my favourite since her hatred for Wilbur is a bit of an unhealthy way of coping, specially when some of the reasons why she's mad at him are something that or weren't completely Wilbur's fault (like literally being mad because he ended his own life)... I would argue that her actions towards C!Tommy are not great either. With her trying to kill him and all.

And then there's when she set fire to the L'Mantree on Doomsday.

And when she let C!Dream escape prison...

Of course she is hurt and she's allowed to be hurt! However we should acknowledge that she can be wrong and that maybe her doing all that destruction is not something to celebrate.

Niki was know in the L'Manburg era for being kind, a pacifist. She loved L'Manburg for the community. The fact that it got to a point that she made something to harm it really shows how bad her state of mind was.

For me I think it would need a lot of conversation and patience to help her, but I also don't think she's doing any of this for malice of course.

It's like C!Wilbur. Sometimes they hurt others because they themselves are very hurt, and in reality they don't want to do it and might regret it afterwards.

One frustration we have right now is that C!Niki has yet to realise that what she's done wasn't good. I would think her capable of doing so, but honestly, the syndicate was not making the things better with their views on violence.

Very sadly the Syndicate storyline won't probably be able to continue for obvious reasons, but you can of course explore it in your writing.

I am not able to word this the best way, but I would highly recommend reading @/tobi-smp's posts about Niki so you can understand the problems with writing her character. He words everything better then I could I ever could.

#ask #niki nihachu #c!niki critical #kinda?#mcyt #dream smp

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bambisgirl · 2 years

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maria as one of the older kids on sfw enhablr (not saying ur old !! 😭😭 it’s just that there’s a lot of minors on here) how do you feel abt the current content for the maknae line? like ik it’s not always super sexualized or anything but sometimes i see stuff that’s just the way it’s worded really rubs me the wrong way ☹️ esp bc some of the kids on here are so young it makes me feel like if they see stuff like that , they might start think it’s okay for others to treat them the same or vice verse … whenever i see edits of niki on tiktok , i have to avoid the comments bc there’s almost always like a “daddy” , “how is he 16” or “you don’t know what you do to me” like wtf he’s a literal child ?? it makes me so mad and honestly so uncomfortable :( and i saw an article on kboo today too that said niki apparently has around 200 explicit or mature fics written abt him on ao3 … sometimes even the fboi trope usually when it’s written abt minors bothers me bc i see minors writing abt it (like 13-15 y/o) and i don’t understand why they don’t just use the term player or smtg … bc they’ll go out of their way to mention how the character has sex a lot an whatnot when they’re not legal , even that feels way too suggestive for me personally for a minor too write let aline abt a minor too , sorry for the rant,, i was just wondering how you felt … omg also though tbh i noticed that some of the minors on here / blogs in gen seem way too comfy on here like they’ll be sharing where they live , their actual names and sometimes like giving a lot of personal info … like did they not learn abt internet safety or do they just no care? as one of the older kids , i kind of worry abt them :( i really hope everybody stays safe on here <3 & some reminders: never be afraid to block anyone ! bc i’ve seen a lot of minors on here get sent stuff from the p*rn bots or just weird dms :( & u don’t need to force yourself to interact with someone , make sure ur comfy with them first !

I WAS ONLY BORN IN 02 HELP I GOT SCARED AT THE BEGINNING 😭😭

jokes aside, i havent been too up to date with the current enha works on tumblr,,, WHAT DID U SAY IS GOING ON?? 🥹🥹 literally what the actual fuck????

okay so sunoo is legal,,, for me personally i could never write something suggestive / nsfw for him bc i dont feel comfortable w it :’) jungwon just turned 18 BUT hes korean & lives in korea & he’ll become an adult at 19 (20 korean age) SO 😀 seeing suggestive works for him is absolutely disgusting. i wont even talk about riki HES NOT EVEN 17 YET… like what… its not his fault that hes really tall & looks older, hes literally just a teenager. its terrifying.

the tiktok community is a different breed like whenever i see a maknae line tiktok with a suggestive audio i ignore the comments completely since we all know whats going on in there anyway 😭😭

you know what im scared of??? when riki becomes an adult. its so scary already LIKE 😃😃 so many people are WAITING for him to turn 18 to have an excuse to post their nsfw drafts of him 😶 like i actually have no words.

and youre so right!!! ppl need to be careful, tumblr is such a nice place but it could get unsafe real quick 🫠🫠 please stay safe >:(

#cute anon <3 #this had to be said #engenes are terrifying

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im-yn-suckers · 10 months

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idols

idol riki x idol reader (she/her pronouns used)

warnings-kisses, reader is sad but niki cheers her up. lmk what I missed not proofed but are we surprised? no.

the other day, you and niki wanted some ramen. "I'll be back guys! I'm going to the store!" you were rushing out of your room.

you lived in dorms with your 4 other members. being the youngest had its ups and downs, but nothing you couldn't handle.

"now where do you think you're going, y/n-ah?" big surprise! the leader taking responsibilities of you again. "to the store" "for what?" "ramen" "but, we have some" "c'mon unnie. im just going to go to the store down the street" "y/n-ah, you know you can't get caught." she was aware of your relationship, all of your group was, and all of enhypen was.

"I know, but with his promotions for dark blood and our promotions ending, we can finally see eachother!" she couldn't resist the charms of the rizz master, maknae of your group. she gave in and reminded you. "try not to get caught, y/n-ah." "I'll try! thanks unnie!"

and like that, you were running to the convenience store down the street. you met up with niki and ate your ramen together. being the gentleman he is, he walked you back to your dorm. "thanks for coming y/n. i missed you. with all the promotions going on, we barely nave time to see each other." you stood outside of your dorm, unaware of the 4 girls watching in the window. "I know, I know. i missed you too riki"

he hugged you tightly and pulled away. he almost immediately pressed his lips to yours. his hands were on your waist and you hands were massaging the back of his neck. "bye riki. I love you" "bye y/n, i love you too"

he walked back to his dorm and you went inside

time skip. ~ (🍔🍟🍕🍿🍫🎂🍪food bc I known ur hungry. and you haven't eaten, don't skip meals guys pls)

'CUPIDS ARROWS Y/N HAS BEEN SEEN WITH ENHYPENS NI-KI AT LOCAL CONVENIENCE STORES IN SEOUL! HYBE CONFIRMS RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN THE TWO!"

your stomach sank when you saw dispatches tweet. you called niki almost right away, voice shaking, onnthenverge of tears.

"y/n, I'm coming over, is that ok with your members?" "yeah, i-i think so"

a few minutes later, you heard knocking at the door. you stood up immediately from your bed and rushed over "I'll get it!!"

niki was standing outside in his gray tank top, green sweater and gray sweats. you hugged him as soon as he walked in. "I'm sorry riki."

"no, don't be sorry baby. it's my fault. I never should have asked if we could meet up."

"y/n, have you seen this tweet? I told you to be car- oh, hi riki. uhm, I'll leave you two alone for now"

"baby, what if the fans don't like the news?" you were starting to cry and niki continued comforting you. "they will baby. it's ok."

"c'mon, it's 9am. let go ask what we can fo about this." "ok"

you asked what to do about the situation and they said you could go live together and see how fans react. you had seen some tweets on Twitter and fans were happy about you two being you together.

you went live later that day and almost everyone was happy for you two. some comments were things like "have yall seen the way they looked at eachother while interviewing eachother at music bank???" and "she is such a prefect match for riki and I'm honestly so happy for them."

the live ended after awhile and niki definitely said i told you so. moso of the story, RIKIY/N FOREVER!!!!!

her you go anon<3 hope it was up to your standards (ur other requests will be written soon:>)

#im-yn-suckers #enhypen fluff #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen niki #niki fanfic #niki x reader #nishimura niki x reader #niki ff #nishimura riki #enha niki

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ao3feed-crimeboys · 2 years

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we are bound (by more than blood)

by teddy (sir_george_1)

There’s a tiredness to Wilbur Soot’s smile, Niki realises. A sadness, almost, and it isn’t right—it is melancholic, like autumn rain on rooftops, freshly baked bread left cold in the darkness, a candle sputtering out in a storm where there is no power for electric bulbs and fluorescent. She doesn’t like it, not one bit. Wilbur Soot doesn’t get to be sad. Wilbur Soot is black and white—righteous anger corrupted, destruction and creation and destruction again. Wilbur Soot is not made for gentle things like the motion of hands while kneading bread, like peeling back a mandarin skin in an orchard in the summertime.

But Niki isn’t either, not anymore. That’s Wilbur’s fault—Wilbur, who stands before her with hands pressed together like a priest, Wilbur, who is gracefully mussed and utterly composed and all of the things he should not be. Wilbur should be broken, a porcelain doll tossed from the heavens, but instead his hands are steady while hers shake around her sword.

His smile fades, and Niki resists the urge to fidget. Her hands shake by her sides: unapologetic.

“What do you want?”

Words: 2436, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of SBIFICWEEK2022

Fandoms: Minecraft - Fandom, Dream SMP

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Niki | Nihachu & Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit & Tubbo, Jack Manifold & Niki | Nihachu

Additional Tags: Mentioned Technoblade, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Wilbur Soot is Not Okay, Wilbur Soot Needs a Hug, Niki | Nihachu-centric, Toby Smith | Tubbo-centric, Jack Manifold & Niki | Nihachu Friendship, they're epic ur honour, Baker Niki | Nihachu, mentioned Charlie Slimecicle - Freeform, Mentioned Philza, Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit Friendship, really running out of tags here so bye bye ao3

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/39972306

#IFTTT #ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt #This is

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retroaria · 3 years

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hi !! can i request jealousy headcanons for gnf x reader? or an imagine? whatever you prefer :)) thank you so much!

JEALOUSY HEADCANONS

cc’s: george, sapnap, dream, wilbur, karl, quackity, nihachu

pronouns: gender neutral

warnings: none :3

here’s my masterlist ^o^

hope ya like it !!

george:

he doesn’t really get jealous more so insecure

would kinda just let whatever was going on with you and the other person play out and then maybe mention it later

this could go two ways:

either you don’t acknowledge him being upset and he starts acting super pouty to make it obvious-

or he literally just shows no emotion to the matter and decides to keep it to himself

he trusts you so much but he definitely thinks about how maybe you could be with someone better

PLEASE reassure him that you love him and he’s the greatest boyfriend ever :((

he isn’t one to care for much attention but when he doubts himself like that you better give it to him >:T

karl:

he gets sad :(

he immediately thinks the worst

which is that you see something special in this other person that you don’t see in him

his whole mood changes

such an over thinker when it comes to this stuff

he definitely wears his heart on his sleeve tho so you know when somethings up

after lots of reassurance he’s ok but he always kinda feels like you’ll find someone better

he thinks he’s a little hard to handle sometimes and since he’s always busy he’s afraid that you would maybe want someone who’s easier to spend time with

there are some VERY special instances where he’ll just walk up and announce that he’s your boyfriend

usually it’s done without thinking and the once he realizes the person was trying to flirt with you he’s like “oh- OH HAHA LOSER” lol

overall, he doesn’t want to intrude on any of your friendships and conversations but he can’t help but get a little scared of losing you

quackity:

he’s the type to get really awkward about someone else hitting on you

seeing someone else flirting with you would make him feel so uncomfortable and it would just be really weird for him

he wouldn’t want to intrude but he can’t help but overthink the whole situation

he would feel so powerless and like he’s just watching his partner get taken from him and there’s nothing he can do

if you did try to get him to join the convo it would just make him even more uncomfortable because he’d feel kinda left out

also definitely starts feeling maybe he’s being annoying or something

REASSURE HIM PLS

once you let him know you’d never leave him he’d pull a sapnap and start making jokes about the other person lol

sapnap:

listen... he trusts you. just you tho. everyone else is an enemy.

he knows you’d never do anything but the thought of another guy even thinking about you in some type of way makes him so agitated

super super possessive but I mean hey ur quite the prize that i’m sure he worked hard to get ;)

tries to keep you by his side/holding his hand most of the time

is not afraid to step in between a conversation. very confrontational.

puts on a whole tough guy act which you bully him for later lol

once you two are alone he starts talking so much shit about the other guy

“babe he is literally my friend-“

“ok? and your friends a little bitch that’s not my fault.”

kinda mean LMAO but he’s so good to you and would stop if you asked him

dream:

the most protective boy ever

is so focused on making sure no one is ever making you uncomfortable

literally on you like a guard dog

i would even go as far as to say his protective/possessiveness could become an issue in your relationship but he loves you and he has good intentions

if you don’t pick up on his change in behavior he gets very passive aggressive

he doesn’t just get jealous of people flirting with you it’s a lot of different things including his own friends

deep rooted insecurity OMG IM SORRY THIS IS SO DEEP

he’s just really afraid to lose you but doesn’t want to show it

wilbur:

you’d definitely expect him to be more mature about it

will glare at the object of his jealousy, even if they are looking lol

“y/n, that guy is looking at you weird— i don’t like it :( “

“Will please i’m not going anywhere. i promise you’re all mine.”

will litter your face with kisses after being jealous.

when someone is hitting on you, he just walks over and scares them off with his height

will instantly get over it if you give him affection

he might just want your attention sometimes, but other times there is some truth to it

^^^^ 🥪 ANON WROTE THESE aka my little wilbur soot enthusiast thank you very much

niki:

the most mature out of all of them lol

she trust you so much to the point where if she sees you talking to someone else she just brushes it off

he only concerns are the person being creepy or weird so she will make sure to keep on eye on what’s going on

also just wants to me sure you aren’t uncomfortable without stepping in too much

might gesture you over to her for a second or send you a questioning glance to make sure everything is good

if you happen to ask her to join the conversation she would be so happy it would really calm any nerves she had

if the person does end up being weird you guys def laugh about it and tell the story on stream lol

niki has very little fears with you, you’re her person and that’s that :3

hello hello thank you for reading hope you enjoyed!!! ALSO i’m gonna be doing like a little prompt thing for when i hit 100 followers so that will be posted soon and i’ll explain how it works and everything on the post!! (tiny milestone but thank you all so much :3)

@crackityy @themanifoldenjoyer ayo shoutout my only two tag listers so far LOL

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mourninglamby · 2 years

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I would love to hear ur wilbur niki thoughts if ur willing to share

ok i got like 4 asks instantly so i may as well. this is rambly and sooo poorly worded but i dont have time to be flowery lmfao. here goes.

c!niki is allowed to be angry. she’s allowed to be pissed. But uh. c!wilbur does not deserve to be ruthlessly berated and accused of manipulation when the real issue that nobody seems to acknowledge anymore is that she wanted his attention. and I think that’s what makes her and c!jack so tragically drawn to each other as well, feelings of abandonment and betrayal and whatnot.

niki's anger is misplaced but not unwarranted. she feels the need to direct all that malice she's been stewing in since Manberg towards him, and almost exclusively when he was dead. but I think her anger is once again not rly about how he "manipulated"(he did not. manipulate her in any form but ok) and hurt people she cared about. its much simpler and than that.

niki is mad because, like c!tommy, she still loves wilbur. and she hates that he is still so present in her mind, in her decisions, even the decision to join the syndicate. she just hates it.

I think the best direction for the confrontation to go is for her to START screaming at him, START throwing cold accusations and bitter insults at him, until she realizes she's just as bad as him. and i don't mean "bad" as in their shared capacity for violence, or their affinity to isolate themselves away from a lot of people they once considered friends. it's the simple fact that they are both damaged. and they both used this as the cowardly excuse to hurt others. and that is not wilburs fault. niki HAS to realize that.

this is why i like the idea of niki and tommys characters talking as well. they were arguably the most shaken by wilburs death. however, tommy, albeit in a weird spot with cwilbur right now, has seen this shared damage already. he knows wilbur doesn't hold true evil, just like niki, no matter what she might think or how much she plots with jack or who's cape she hides behind like a moral shield. "it's not about chances, it's about not giving up on the people you care about," right?

it goes like this. c!niki and c!wilbur both wanted to die. they both thought it was "never meant to be". but here they are. being. and what is more unifying than that shared contradiction. that despite it all, you are still here together. shouldn't that mean something to them? i dont know. but it does to me.

#i started crying i know this makes 0 sense idk #i think cwilburs suicidality is going to be mentioned soon #i have a feeling it has to be #how else will this conversation go if they dont bring it up #i might delete this later #idk #sorry im getting emotional over FUCKINGGGG.... dsmp

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