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be mindful of why you're on tumblr to read fanfics readers, u see how i don't post hateful comments on other writers' works, cause that's very inconsiderate and not cutesy. instead, if i don't like the fic i simply stop reading it and move on to read another fic that i'll like, very demure, very respectful, very approachable. let's be mindful 🙄

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mingyu @ glastonbury festival 240628

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shades of cool

daryl dixon x fem!reader

→ category: fluff

→ topic: a lazy morning in a newfound safe haven has daryl reminiscing to the rough beginning between the both of you.

→ w/c: 1.8k

→ notes: pre-negan, alexandria era. 

the sun settled softly over the lavish white bedsheets, the clean and flawless shade of white a shade daryl has only seen in the clouds and snow since the beginning of the end. it brought sweet joy to daryls stone cold heart to see you so at ease after such a long time of unrest. 

the scar along your hand, which rested on daryls chest, was merely a memory of the first time you both met. a story which you laughed at but, daryl had an unaffected scorn to the ignorance of your encounter. with a soft stroke along the scar, his mind wonders back to that day.

very early on, way before the collapse of the prison and the farmhouse, before the death of sophia and the horrific fate of merle. 

daryl and rick had gone scavenging after a long night at the quarry, walkers had attacked with pathetic ease, successfully killing amy and twenty other survivors. the night brought a sour sort of gratefulness that daryl would never care to admit, without the small hoard killing a large amount of the atlanta survivors, the run would’ve never occurred and therefore, they would’ve never stumbled across you.

misfit and slightly out of touch, not many people tried to get to know daryl, he was the redneck whose brother they sacrificed. not the intelligent and whimsical man they knew now. therefore, this run came with tension as the two men had no interest in each other. 

fifteen miles out from the camp, a small row of shops stood seemingly untouched and the pair rolled up scouting the area for walkers or any signs of life. birds tweeted and the trees rustled with the faint blow of the wind, nature almost unaware of the doom surrounding them.

giving each other a curious look they approached the door, knocking it and listening for any groans or crashes. after a continuation of the eerie silence, they entered the shop, weapons raised and back to back. 

‘clear.’ rick started as they both relaxed slightly, splitting up and beginning to scavenge. it was a pathetic attempt as the place was swept clean perhaps too well. 

going in opposite directions, daryl went through a doorway and in a flash, the back of his knees were locked sending him to the floor, a rough kick to the stomach had him on his back and his throat at the tip of a katana. 

‘you say a fucking word and i will not hesitate to send this through your throat,’ as he looked up the katana, he was met with the bright eyes belonging to you. even with your combat boot on his chest and his neck at your weapons mercy, he felt enticed. 

daryl could still remember the way your hair was messily plaited, a small plaster across your forehead and a strong frown on your face despite the impending danger. 

‘your name?’ you whisper demanded, raising the tip to his jaw when he didn’t reply. 

‘daryl, it’s daryl.’ he spat out, he knew he could easily get himself out of this, send his knife through your skull and take all of your supplies, but every bone in his body refused to move. 

‘well, daryl,’ you pushed the tip closer to this adams apple, threatening to pierce it, ‘looks like we’re in a predicament.’ 

your eyes locked for a lengthened amount of time, daryls breathing heavy as your weight rest on his chest. however, before he knew it you were pulled back, the tip missing his throat by an inch and rick had his arms tightly around your upper chest, a knife across your throat. 

‘drop the fucking sword,’ rick growled behind you as you eyed daryl, your teeth gritted as you stared him down. ‘i said fucking drop it!’ rick sent a smooth cut across the back of your hand forcing you to drop your weapon with a loud clatter to the floor as daryl scurried up, grabbing his crossbow that had been rapidly discarded upon your attack. 

despite the pain from the deep cut, you simply gritted your teeth harder letting the blood spill down your hand. 

‘i had it rick.’ daryl said, now reluctantly aiming an arrow at your head.

‘didn’t look like it.’ he shot back and you squinted at the men as they began to bicker, confused and trying to plan an escape route.

squirming and attempting to knee the man behind you, both of their attention was torn back to you. 

‘stop struggling little lady,’ rick continued, making you even more determined to escape. 

now that daryl wasn’t at the mercy of your katana he got the chance to grasp what you’d set up, a room full of food, weapons and small makeshift setup behind two shelves in the corner, empty cans tied on strings around it. a tally was carved into the wall above the pathetic sleeping arrangement with no title.

‘you did this yourself?’ he asked, picking up your katana from where you were trying to shuffle it towards you with your feet. 

‘none of your fucking business.’ you said, the pool of blood becoming a concerning size. ‘if you’re going to try something you might as well kill me before i bleed out.’

both of the men looked at each other, at this point they weren’t killers, they were simply surviving and so were you.

‘look,’ rick sighs, realising the cut was very deep and the group could use someone with a survival instinct like yours. ‘we don’t want to kill you, there’s a group of us a few miles away, we’re simply trying to stay alive. we’ve lost people and could do with people like you.’ 

this made you squint, a pounding in your head settling as you continued to bleed, it had been precisely forty-five days since you’d lost everyone and everything, survival was getting harder despite the rich supplies and the will to live was thin. 

‘why would you offer me help after i almost killed him? how do i know this isn’t a trap?’ you replied, the harsh reality of the dripping blood settling in. 

‘we lost twenty-one people yesterday, we’re heading to the cdc for any hopes of survival.’ rick replied as his grip slightly loosened, the knife still at your throat. 

‘your not going to kill me? take my supplies and leave me for dead?’ a strained resistance came with your voice but as your head became lighter and lighter, you decided to take the chance. 

‘i’m not a killer, i’m a sheriff deputy, trying to survive with my wife and child.’ he flicked his police badge out of his pocket and you observed it, meeting daryls eyes as he continued to study you.

‘fine,’ you uttered out, you had no other weapons on you, you were walking bait with a hand like your own at the moment. ‘but, if this is a trap i will not hesitate to kill you,’ you met daryls eyes.

‘and i’ll kill you, and then your wife and then your child.’ it took rick everything within him to not slit your throat then but, looking back it was the best decision he’d ever made, at least to daryl. 

daryl added the injury to your hand to his list of things to hate rick for as he bandaged it back at the camp, people stared at you and daryl, scared by the pair of you. now, you’d sadly laugh at andreas outburst when they arrived with you, 

the weeks without your katana were slow and gruelling, taunted by shanes misuse of it and daryls poor attempts to get it back to you. it seemed destined, no one warmed up to you except daryl and from then on it was always you and daryl.

your sloppy kissing at the cdc, laced with drunken mutters and giggles and the desperate hug daryl had around you as it blew up metres from the both of you. those moments despite being tragic, became the ones you replayed as daryl went scouting. 

holding him tightly as he sobbed, watching his brother turn and inevitably die. being there through the nightmares, the sleepless nights and stopping daryl from isolating himself.  

sophias disappearance and the evacuation of the farmhouse, you were there, offering a forced yet sincere smile, a rough hand or a surprisingly comfortable shoulder to lean on. 

the five days you spent apart after the collapse of the prison. those five days daryl shed tears, trying so hard to be strong for beth but failing miserably as he thought of your reanimated body roaming the prison.

the sweet relief of being reunited with you at terminus, seeing you so badly bruised and underweight bitterly reminded him of the first time you met, vowing that the moment they got out he’d care for you tenderly.

from those moments he knew, it was you and him, no one else in this world mattered the way you do. 

‘what are you staring at?’ you pull daryl out of his trance, your sweet sleepy voice anchoring him back to therapeutic morning bliss. 

‘nothing,’ he replied shyly, wrapping his hand tightly around your waist and pulling you into his chest. 

a content sigh escaped your lips as you inhaled his scent, a combination of cigarettes, oil and male must. a smell that could lull you into peace no matter what.

‘what’s on your mind love?’ you mumble against his chest as he kissed the top of your head, believing this is his own nirvana. 

‘jus’ thinking,’ he replied as you pull away slightly to meet his eyes, there they were, those beautiful bright eyes that weakened you each and every time. ‘’bout us.’

‘mm?’ you replied, his grip on your waist tighter than normal. he cautiously unwrapped one arm from your waist and brought his arm to hold onto your scarred hand. 

‘i still have to beat rick up for slicing your hand up,’ he joked, a small smile playing on his lips as you laughed lightly. 

‘i deserved it,’ you replied, looking at his blue eyes, a shade that you saw in the sky, the lake and the wildflowers he brought back from each run for you, with a fail. 

‘aye,’ he scolds you softly.

‘i wouldn’t want it any other way,’ you smiled, ‘if you hadn’t found me, i probably would’ve ended my life.’ you admitted, avoiding his eyes.

he silently brings you closer to him, turning onto his back to have you laying on his chest. this was peace, both in your own little shared world of rest and contentment, you’d both had to face whatever today threw at you shortly but for now all you would do was bathe in euphoria.

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i might start writing for twd….

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[17:13]

Seungcheol comes home to a silent apartment; the lamp is off, the air conditioner is off, and even the curtain is open when the sun’s no longer up outside.

It’s dark and it’s empty.

Did you say you were going out earlier?

He turns on the lamp and frowns a little at the sudden brightness. Seungcheol blinks a few times, adjusting to the light as he walks further in and tries to see if there’s any trace that says you’re home—there’s your favourite plastic tumbler on the coffee table, one that you always put in the fridge when you’re out.

You’re home then.

Seungcheol makes his way to your room, knocking and calling out your name in a small voice just to see if you’ll answer.

You don’t.

He quietly opens the door anyway, because, first, he needs to make sure you’re okay; he’ll leave after if you wish to be alone. Seungcheol holds back a worried sigh at the sight of your dark bedroom—you usually sleep with the lights on.

Taking off his jacket before hanging it near the shelf, Seungcheol slowly sits down on the edge of the bed, once again calling out your name to no avail.

“Can I come in?” he whispers in the quiet room, talking to you hidden under the blanket. “Or do you want to be alone?”

You still don’t say anything, but Seungcheol translates your silent as an invitation to join you in the bed because he knows you’ll say you want to be alone otherwise.

He gently lays down beside you under the comforter, pulling it down just enough so it won’t cover your head. He can’t even see your face as your back faces him. Seungcheol doesn’t say anything for a moment, doesn’t even ask if anything’s wrong—simply caresses the skin on your shoulder as he leans his forehead on the back of your neck.

After what feels like so long, Seungcheol finally speaks again, his breath tickling your skin.

“How are you feeling?”

A beat, then, “A little empty.”

“Do you know why?”

Silence fills in the room once again and he lets you gather your thoughts at your own pace, his fingers move from your shoulder to your hip, drawing circles through the material of your shorts in hope it will comfort you.

“No.” You decide as an answer—because you really don’t know. There’s just something lingering there, heaviness that isn’t quite heavy, but not light enough that you can just ignore.

Seungcheol hums, then shifts a little to give a fleeting kiss on your shoulder.

“That’s fine,” he whispers, one of his arms goes over your shoulder, his fingers brushing your collarbones in the slightest. “We’ll figure it out together.”

So you hum back at him, believing every single one of his words. The emptiness within you still lingers, but it’s okay, because at least you can still feel the warmth of his skin against yours and that’s enough.

very little something for any of you who might need it; and for me, who needed it.

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hi loves, i’ve recently found loads of svt/exo/skz writing i did n never published, it’s kinda choppy but should i release it in a compilation?

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okay soooo....

i’m opening requests for seventeen & exo requests!

i’d love to write some dystopian / mafia / supernatural style aus. something fun & a bit different than my writing but, i don’t mind writing anything.

so request please 💘

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okay soooo....

i’m opening requests for seventeen & exo requests!

i’d love to write some dystopian / mafia / supernatural style aus. something fun & a bit different than my writing but, i don’t mind writing anything.

so request please 💘

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burn.

idol!mingyu x idol!reader

→ catagory: angst

→ topic: mingyu had always written you letters whilst on tour however, he also wrote them to someone else.

→ w/c: 1k

→ notes: so i went to see hamilton and let’s just say, eliza in burn RUINED me.

—‘by clearing your name, you’ve ruined our lives.’

numb. everything was numb. the voices made no sense, the ground seemed to crumble, the air around you just wasn’t enough.

from the moment, the article was published you’d been lost in sadness, anger and anxiety.

‘ seventeen’s mingyu cheats on [group name]’s ___________! ‘

the slick wooden box, stored carefully under the bed, you were now scrambling for, whilst hot tears ran down your faces.

finally identifying the target, you grabbed it, leaving the bedroom a mess, then stormed downstairs.

the light slipped away almost too terrified of the damage you may cause now.

placing the box down, you kneeled next to it, unlocking it immediately.

the paper sat almost too perfectly, the letters untouched since you placed the last one in there just last week.

the sight itself made the tears fall harder. every word within these letters were lies, each sentence a fake string of words to keep you tied down, each paragraph fooling you into a fake love.

19/09/19

my love,

you keep telling me i’m old fashioned by sending these letters but, i can’t help being a hopeless romantic.

the world tour is amazing, i wish you were here so i could show you all these places.

being without you, had made me realise how much i need you to survive, not matter how many people are around me i always feel slightly lonely.

anyways, it’s only a month until i see you now, which has made me feel a little less lonely.

yesterday, we played an amazing show in brazil. carats made it the most fulfilling experience, it’s so surreal hearing them all cheer your name, especially so far from home.

i know i could’ve texted you all of this but, letters mean a lot more than text messages, right?

i love you.

from your dearest,

mingyu x

every word. a lie. each time the pen touched the paper another lie was told.

ugly sobs escaped your mouth, as you eyed the candle that you lit, ready for mingyu to arrive home today.

each letter you took out, almost seventy separate pieces, reminded you of the ones on the websites, newspapers and text messages.

20/09/19

dear jennie,

how are you? thank you for last week, it was a reliever.

tour has been tough as i expressed last week, it’s really taking its toll on me.

i don’t want to continue this much longer however. as you know, i’ll be home soon and i only got away with the bed last time.

i hope all is well.

mingyu.

the way he told her the same things he told you and the way he told her what he told you.

you knew he’d come here soon, he’d try and explain himself, but it was too late.

he’d cleared his name, throwing you under the bus like a piece of trash.

the words on the letters no longer shared the intimacy and satisfaction. they were flooded with waste and lies.

pinching the first letter he’d ever written, you scan over the sentences.

‘i love you the mostest ‘

‘ you make me so happy, i miss you. ‘

a hideous sob escaped your lips as you lifted the letter, dipping the corner into the candle and watching as the lies as they’re engulfed in flames.

as it burns, the strong scent dominates your senses, almost providing your aching heart with satisfaction.

immediately, you throw it into the fireplace. a location where the memories of when he was yours almost overwhelm you.

silent tears roll down your cheeks as you one by one burn the paper, allowing a small pile of letters build up in the fireplace.

loud banging distracts you from the jail that is the letters.

‘_______! open up! please!’ muffled shouts, from the voice you now hate so much, yet love too much.

his voice triggers you to crumble more letters, just chucking them into the roaring fireplace.

the sounds of distress don’t stop, as you sob through his shouts.

refusing to let him believe that you have no voice, you make your way to the door, opening it up.

a wet-eyed, restless mingyu stands at the door.

‘______, thank god.’ he sighs, attempting to pull you into a hug however, a step backwards stops his arms wrapping around you.

‘leave.’ you spit.

‘w-what? please let me explain. please _______.’ he begs, his voice cracking.

so badly, you wanted to engulf him in your arms, comfort him. but, everything felt so wrong.

‘it’s already been done.’ you say, looking away from his distraught figure.

he looked guilty, he looked unhappy, he didn’t feel what you did though.

‘no. please.’

‘you told the whole world, how you lead the girl into our bed! how you saw her more than me, how she relived you for fuck sake!’ you snap, slamming the door as a precaution.

‘i-i.’ he stutters.

‘all the words you said to her, you said to me. i’ve read every line from the beginning to end!’ you continue.

‘the- the letters?’ he questions,

‘what’s left of them now! and now mingyu, now, i realise how senseless every word was, how every sentence was thrown away, how every paragraph was full of paranoia, how every letter and memory weren’t enough for you!’ you continue, walking into the kitchen and slamming one of the half burnt letters into his chest.

‘i can make this up to you, i promise, please ________.’

‘no! the world now knows how you let the girl into to bed under my nose, how you loved her, how she relieved you. but, get this clear mingyu, the world will not know what i said, they will not know how i feel.’

‘________...’

‘by clearing your name, you’re forfeiting the place in our bed, the place in my family, the place in my now broken heart.’

‘you cant-‘ he chokes out.

‘don’t let them know how you broke my heart, don’t let them know how you let my heart burn like all of these letters full of lies mingyu. let yourself live, knowing you broke the person that will love you forever.’

by now, your taking deep breaths, the outburst stealing all the air from your lungs.

‘kim mingyu.’ you finish, opening the door, as you guide him out. ‘i hope that you burn.’

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okay soooo....

i’m opening requests for seventeen & exo requests!

i’d love to write some dystopian / mafia / supernatural style aus. something fun & a bit different than my writing but, i don’t mind writing anything.

so request please 💘

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[8:02am]

you wake up to the sound of rain against the window. the room is chilly, but the barrier of your fluffy comforter and the presence of your boyfriend by your side keeps you warm. you turn to face seungcheol, only to find him fast asleep. with his lips parted, his hair messy, and his chest slowly rising up and down, he’s never looked more ethereal to you.

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[8:12 pm] “Minghao, you didn’t have to buy me the whole store.” “You’re exaggerating. I bought one fourth of the store.” You sigh deeply. Minghao is always spoiling you with Chanel, Tiffany & Co products, and love.

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wow guys this is insane, i didnt think i’d ever hit 500 but here we are hehe. thank u all so much, request are open so go crazy in there plus,, a yeol au should be coming sorta soon! #✰ <3 i love u all

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[4:18PM] “Why are you touching my phone? I don’t want to listen to your music!”, Jae frowns as he drives.

“Sure sure”, you roll your eyes at your best friend and proceed to choose a song which you had been playing non-stop for the past week.

Despite his initial complaints, Jae ends up jamming out to every single one of the songs you play.

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i love you soo. look after yourself <3

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you wake up with your head tucked against baekhyun’s chest. it’s raining gently outside and you have nowhere to be today. you snuggle closer into his warmth and smile when he hums contently in his sleep.

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[23:13] jae acts tough when you start the horror movie, letting you press your face into his chest with his arm around your shoulders, but you can feel him tensing at each jumpscare. he’s trying to disguise his hiding his face in your hair as pressing kisses to the top of your head to comfort you, but when you tease him he gives in and you give up on the horror movie, switching to an underrated disney movie you two can quote every line to. maybe you feel bad when your kiss makes him stop singing along, but the comfort and warmth he brings you every day deserve some recognition.