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a/n: my sieun fic from a while back has gained a lot of sudden attention, so I wanted to share an old draft ٩( 'ω' )و are we ready for season 2 on the 25th !?

kdrama! yeon sieun x gn!reader | 392 wc | warnings: little angsty, reader is venting a bit.

“When you left,” you started, filling the corner of your notebook with scribbles. “I didn’t think I’d get so lonely without you.”

Sieun sits silently, listening to you talk. He couldn’t focus on his studies, pencil mindlessly trailing along the worksheet in front of him.

“I always thought we’d stick together no matter what. But then final exams came along, and your temper grew shorter and thinner, and you finally snapped at me.” Sieun looks down; you knew he felt guilty about it, but you’d never brought it up again since it happened. “I don’t blame you. I’d get annoyed too.”

“I didn’t-” Sieun is quick to stop talking when your eyes snap to him, his gaze settling back to the table.

You sigh, leaning on your palm as you look at him. “I’m over it, but I’ve never talked to you about how I felt.” He hums. “I hated you for a while, I hated Suho for a while, and I still hate Beomseok.” He looks to the side at his friends' names– or rather– used to be friends.

“And then that happened, and now we’re here– I just can’t carry it with me anymore. It makes me miserable. I needed to talk to someone, but we couldn't, so I ended up talking to the ceiling, and it just repeated it back to me.”

Sieun watches you lean back in your chair, body sinking halfway under his dining table. “After you left, everyone in the class stopped talking to me. They thought– at least, it’s what they told me– they were afraid of saying the wrong thing.”

“But you’re not–”

“I know.” Sieun nods, “I understood where they were coming from. It just hurt watching my friends turn their backs on me.” You turn your head to him, nudging your pencil against his. “But I still have you, and you’re more important than all of them combined.”

“Don’t say that.” He mumbles, looking to the side. “You have more important people than me.”

You shake your head, “I really don’t. You and Suho are my family, whether you like it or not.” He sighs. A disguised smile makes its way to his face, but he lowers his head and wipes his mouth so you don’t see it.

“Let’s eat sometime,” he says, looking back to his worksheet. “The three of us.”

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My favorite fics have a smooth progression of angst into fluff, I like angst because the conflict makes things so much more interesting! Anyway, I was on tik tok and I saw the “wiping my boyfriend’s kiss off” prank, how would either of the guys react to that? 😹

HAHAAAAA…. So sorry I took so long,,,, I hope headcanons were okay,,, truthfully it’s all I could come up with (｀_´)ゞ

Kim Geonwoo

Now, why would you do this to HIM?

He doesn’t notice it at first, so he brushes it off and assumes something in your mouth is bothering you. 

But he kisses you again and pauses, furrowing his brows when you keep wiping at your mouth. 

“Is there something wrong?” He asks, lifting your hand away from your face. He leans in close, trying to see for himself before you can even answer the question. “Did you accidentally cut yourself?”

The poor guy would not catch on; he wouldn’t even know it was a prank in the first place. Or at all even, he’s just 100 percent concerned about you.

Def is getting dejected and sad because it only happens when you kiss him. Your mouth isn’t bothering you while eating, so why can’t he kiss you?!

It's low-key driving him insane, but he’s too worried about your well-being to even THINK about complaining; he just takes it like a champ. 

And I do NOT say this to make him seem like a dumb puppy. I just genuinely do not think he would mull over it hard; he’s just super concerned.

“Huh, it was a prank? What kind of prank is that? It wasn’t even funny.” Kinda reaction. Or a, “Oh… so that’s what it was?”

Hong Woojin

This is so mean… do it again. 

I think Woojin plays his fair share of pranks on you that this is mundane. It’s expected that you retaliate, you know?

He also didn’t think anything of it at first, mostly because he kissed you after a match, so he was sweaty. 

But he also is the type of person not to be satisfied by one little peck on the lips… when you get home, he’s kissing every inch of you, and you’re just… wiping it off?!

“What is this? What are you doing? I’m not even sweaty anymore?” He looks down at himself, patting his mouth to see if there was any lingering moisture on his face– and nothing. “Was it because i ordered extra? I’m sorry for taking advantage of your paying, but I was hungry and warned you!”

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. (said with affection, of course.) 

He grumbles to himself while he gives you space. He doesn’t even know if you’re angry, but he’s doing it just in case. 

And that’s when he realizes it was a prank. Your socials’ explore page is practically synced with his, so he sees a video titled “Wiping my boyfriend's kisses prank,” and all the pieces fall into place. 

He has the most shit-eating grin on his face as he makes his way to the bedroom where you are, ready to ruin your fun. 

“If you wanted to prank me, you shouldn’t have liked the video.” KILL HIM!!!!! (Said with love)

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juniebugg if your lurking i did NAWT forget your request,,, im pondering, thinking 🙏🙏 trust I’ll get to it

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WAIT BUT I LOVE ANGST..

I do too but I never feel satisfied with the angst I write 😭 it feels too cliche and then whenever a character goes through so much I try to make their fanfics fluff only💀💀

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All the requests I think of are so unserious, like how would he react to whatever tik tok prank 💀

lol that is totally okay,, I don’t really write lighthearted stuff anyways so it’ll be a good change of pace 😭 I need to stray away from attempts of angst and stick to my expertise for fluff 💀

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I’m so late but I just wanted to say that I enjoyed reading your woo jin fic, I’m not too creative so I don’t have a request but if you write for him again I’ll totally show support 😹

Thank you lol!!! No worries on the no request part, I’ll just keep him in mind when surfing through things to write hehe (｀_´)ゞ

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Woo Jin is so fine, I literally just discovered him so I’m looking for fics 😭 are you still writing?

Woojin IS fine as hell!!! I haven’t written anything for him in a while but I think a rewatch or binging edits will do the trick ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

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YEON SIEUN HOW IVE MISSED YOU!!!!!

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Ooh why are my bloodhounds fics getting an increase in notes recently … did I miss something?? Are we rewatching?? Watching for the first time?? New season dropped and I was somehow not aware!!??

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I hate writing for fandoms late 💔💔like I watched twisters right when it came out and didn’t write for it until now and it’s DEAD on here 😭😭

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a/n: I went down a rabbit hole after getting two (2) edits of him. I don’t wanna talk about it 😭

scott miller x gn!reader | 846 wc | warnings: alcohol, unrequited love (past) not very proofread (I was half asleep)

Scott was never a man of many words, at least none that weren’t snarky comebacks, snide comments, or blatant orders. But he was your best friend, at least in some way. After Javi went back to miami you didn’t have anyone. Kate was gone, but you’d never truly felt connected with her as much as everyone else.

You’d met Scott near the end of college at a joint conference between schools. He’d commented about your presentation and how it lacked unbiased opinion, to which you responded about his lack of real-world experience. 

Scott was the person you clung to throughout the loneliest chapter of your life, and he was okay with that. 

He’d heard about your stories, the tornado that tore your life apart, the unrequited feelings you had for his new business partner, who he’d had no idea was the same guy until he introduced you two. 

Since he wasn’t a talker, it made him an observer. He studied the way you reacted the moment you had your eyes on Javi, then the click in Javi’s eyes when he realized it was you that Scott was introducing him to. 

“You two know each other?” He’d asked, even if he knew the answer already. 

“This is the friend I talked about, the one that didn’t wear pants.” Javi rolls his eyes at his embarrassing legacy and curses at the fact his new business partner knows it. “Scotty didn’t tell me anything about his new endeavors, let alone who he was working with.” You spare a glance in his direction when he clears his throat, muttering ‘Scott’ under his breath. 

“He didn’t mention anything about you either.” 

Scott remained indifferent, he’d mastered his facade of not giving a damn, but there’s something about the way Javi is looking at you that irks him. 

Whatever. It’s not important. 

The next day, night he should say, since you spent nearly all day catching up with Javi since they didn’t need to do any work today. Scott sits mindlessly on the couch watching god knows what, with a beer in hand that nearly slips out of his grip when you walk in. There’s a wistful smile on your face as you talk about how Javi was such a gentleman or how Javi was so attentive, and how handsome Javi looked in his sweater. 

Scott listens wordlessly, it’s what he’s known for. It’s what he’s here for. But as much as he was an observer, you were too. 

“Are you okay, Scott?” You ask softly, settling on the couch beside him. Your eyes shoot down to the bottle in his hand, then to the few on the table. “You don’t usually drink this much.” Then you glance at the clock, furrowing your brows when you look at him. “And you’re usually in bed by this time.”

He lets you take the bottle from his hand, and lets himself fall into you, he’ll blame it on being drunk. “Was waiting for you to come home.” 

“Oh, Scotty.” Something in your heart melts at his words, more from the way he’s started to cling onto you. “You didn’t have to do that, you’ll be tired in the morning. Especially with how much you’ve had to drink.” 

“Do you still love Javi?” 

His question catches you off guard, the hand that was running through his hair hovers above him now. “I don't know.” You think about today, how he was all those things you said before but during conversations there were too many mentions of Kate. 

Kate changed her hair. Kate was impressed by his change. Kate this. Kate that. Kate. 

You figured Scott was feeling the same way as you with Javi. He doesn’t get drunk off a few beers, his cheeks would’ve been flushed red but they’re as clear as day. 

“I think I just wanted to see if there was a chance, but as much as I wanted to hold onto him, I knew I had to let him go eventually.” 

There wasn’t warmth when Javi guided you into the restaurant with his hand on your back, nor when he looked at you from across the table and held your hand for a moment. 

But with Scott you always felt that. You always felt the rush of warmth whenever he complimented you, it was rare and usually disguised as an insult but you knew what he meant. Everything he did for you was kept close to your heart. 

“You should get some sleep, Scotty.” You whisper, pulling his head off your shoulder gently. “You’ve got an early start tomorrow.” 

He doesn’t protest, he never does, not when it comes to you. He lets you pull him up by the arm, lets you guide him towards his room, even lets you throw the covers over him. He’d never admit how much he loved when you took care of him, let alone how much you meant to him. 

Because Scott was the person you clung to throughout the loneliest chapter of your life, and he had to be okay with being just that.

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Having the date published thing on is so funny cause why am I embarrassed liking something from 2 months ago

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You guys are never gonna believe this

Just watched twister, sorry kdrama folks I’m about to get insufferable and talk about glen powell again 🙏

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a/n: old(ish) draft, hello 🥸

caitlyn kirraman x gn!reader | 455 wc | warnings: alcohol, during count fagula arc 🥸

“My god.” You turn lazily at the voice, posh and saccharine– yet, in this case, it’s harsh.

Caitlyn stands over your slouched figure, fingers gripping the rim of the bottle of rum you lazily held onto. She scoffs at the feeble attempt to take it back and shakes her head when you cave in on yourself.

“Why are you sitting in the dark, drinking every last ounce of liquor you could snag in this alley?” She asks, scoffing again at the amount of alcohol you’ve drank.

“Do you still love me?” You slur. You were drunk out of your mind, but you could still handle the truth this conversation might bring.

Caitlyn’s face doesn’t hold an ounce of sympathy when she looks at you. You start to wonder, when did it all go wrong between you two? She sits beside you, picking at the soggy garbage around you– she must genuinely think you’ve hit rock bottom.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

A low, frustrated groan goes past your lips and bounces off the walls at her words. How could she not!

“I haven’t seen you at home recently.” You say, blinking harshly at the sun poking out through the cracks of the buildings. Have you really spent the whole night drinking in some random alley?

She looks away when you catch her gaze for a second. She used to hold it for as long as possible until one of you cracked and looked away bashfully. Used to. “We’re at war–”

“No, you’re starting a war.” You cut her off. “Ambessa is starting a war, not us.”

“Well, “ She scoffs, “Of course, you aren’t,” she snaps, picking herself off the ground and gesturing to the miscellaneous bottles surrounding you. “You’re too busy getting drunk and holding bottles for warmth.”

“Warmer than you’ve been these past months.” You retaliate, shaking your head when she takes a step back. “Seriously, I don’t know why we haven’t broken things off yet. You’ve been nothing but distant and cold to me this recently. And I understand you’re grieving, but starting a war, Caitlyn?”

She tries not to cringe at the use of her first name. She was so used to you calling her anything but. Wanting to call her something no one else had. “That’s not fair.”

“Right,” you scoff, pushing yourself up. “When it goes against you, nothing is ever fair.”

“Wait—” her fingers wrap loosely around your wrist. If she wanted you to stay, she’d hold on tighter.

“I don’t care anymore, Caitlyn.” You mumble, shaking your hand out of her grip easily. “Just leave me alone.” As your figure fades further and further from her sight, she doesn’t feel that dull heartache in her chest.

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So everyone else had a writing high then came back to reality

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How tf do I stay calm after my gf just have herself an undercut

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yours ✦છ

arcane: sevika x gn!reader

contents: implied nsfw <3 [500 words] @parkersgarage for you!

IN WHICH: you see a glimpse into your nights together

❝ venus made you just to trick me ❞

“You sleepy, angel face?”

It was soft, Sevika's hushed words roughly tumbling from her pursed lips for a moment as you had been sitting contently in the warmth of her lap. The apartment was dimly lit, illuminated only by the faint, blinking of Zaun’s neon lights filtering through the cracked blinds. The city’s perpetual hum—machinery grinding, steam hissing, and distant shouts—felt muted here, cushioned by the worn walls and the faint haze of lingering smoke. The air was tinged with the faint metallic tang of oil and something softer, like gin and stale perfume, blending into a sweet scent.

The bed wasn’t much, a simple frame shoved into the corner, its mattress sagging slightly in the middle. The sheets were tangled and pooled around your hips, the fabric warm from shared heat and slightly frayed at the edges. The pillows beneath you were mismatched, one lumpy and overused, the other slightly stained but soft, cradling into Sevika’s head as she leaned against the creaking headboard.

She brought the tip of her lingering finger to the edge of your soft lashes, contently fluttering to remain open against the firm touch of her toned chest.

Your warm fingertips quietly trailed down the side of her face, pressing soft messy kisses down the side of her neck for a moment- the comforting faint scent of smoke staining her skin, a light smile tugging at the edge of your curled lips at the quiet sigh that hummed out from the tip of her tongue.

Her mechanical hand slightly pinched the sides of your cheeks with a light cool touch, bringing your parted lips close enough for her to warmly press a kiss onto them. The coldness of the touch made you shiver- A quiet breath lingered on the edge of her mouth, your hitched sigh contently leaning further into the forever sweet yet intoxicating taste of bubbling gin.

You sat nestled further into her lap, the weight of her broad frame beneath you steady and secure. Her bandaged chest rose and fell against your smooth frame, and the faint scent of smoke clung to her skin, mixing with the sweetness of your presence. Her warm hand yet calloused, ghosted over your waist, the pads of her smooth fingers tracing lazy patterns against your wrinkled-up shirt, brushing just above the line of your stomach.

She liked doing that- Softly whispering, “I love you” into the warmth of your skin for a brief second with every touch that she managed to gingerly sneak. A secret that remained just between the both of you on each other's pursed lips with each night you shared together.

Her thumb traced the curve of your cheek a final "I love you," pressed on your burning skin- her voice barely audible, words only meant only for you. She roughly tucked her face into the crook of your neck for a moment longer, her firm lips brushing the sensitive skin there as her heavy mechanical fingers tightened just slightly, possessively, around the cinch of your waist.

It was a little way of showing her want towards you.

You were hers.

And she was yours.

a/n: i am so unhinged right now guys pls stop me