#Mx fanfic

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Picture-Perfect

Summary: You spiral thinking about your future wedding, and about what you’ll be forced to wear to make the day picture-perfect. Not realizing that as long as you’re the one Kihyun is marrying, it will be picture-perfect.

Oneshot

Hurt/Comfort?, Fluff, Established Relationship au 

Word count: 919

Kihyun X Gender-nonconforming! Afab! Reader

Requested by @amelee23

[A/n: My friend Lee, wanted something romantic yet cozy for our shared bias (I can never turn down a Ki request) who turns 31 in about eleven days~ So, a very happy early birthday to Kihyun~ Anyways, one thing I wish to remind you here, is that when it comes to your wedding, you can wear what you want because it’s your day just as much as your partner’s. Don’t let others get into your head that you have to wear a dress/tux. This also isn’t as long as I envisioned (or as praise-y) but I still hope you receive some comfort from it, Lee!]

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You weren’t sure what started your downward spiral today. Maybe it was the thought of picking something out to wear to your friend’s wedding. Or maybe it was because you looked at the beautiful set of stones wrapped around your ring finger for too long. But you were suddenly spiraling. Someday, you’d have to pick out a wedding dress and walk down the aisle feeling like anyone but you until you get to remove the thing altogether and never wear it again. And that wasn’t what you wanted at all. You didn’t want to wear it in the first place. You’ve never enjoyed dresses, and on your big day, you had to. That was what was expected, and you couldn’t do anything to change it, even though it made you want to curl up and bawl. Why did something so small as a wedding dress ruin your whole mood? And worse, it was ruining your want to get married to Kihyun. 

You make your way into the kitchen, ruminating over the thought. You make it to the dining table, pulling out a chair, and once you sit down, you don’t have the energy to get up anymore. You can’t even make yourself some tea to relax; you just run over the idea again and again. Because Kihyun was a proper man, he’d want you to wear a wedding dress, wouldn’t he? Wasn’t that the perfect wedding image? Wouldn’t he want that? And it made you feel sick to the point you weren’t sure if you wanted to get married at all. What was the point of getting married? If it was supposed to be your big special day, then why did you have to wear something that made you uncomfortable? How could it possibly be your special day? You put your head against the cool surface of the tabletop and try to calm yourself down from it. There had to be a way around it. You just felt like you were missing a key piece. 

You hear him unlock the door, set his stuff down from practice, and find you with your head down on the kitchen table. You don’t even have the energy to look presentable in front of your fiancé right now. You feel his fingers run through your hair as he asks, “Hey, baby, what’s wrong?” You mumble into the wooden table, and he says, “Honey, I can’t understand you… Come on, tell me what’s wrong…” You lift your head up to look at your handsome fiancé. “I just- I um… I- I don’t know…” He tilts his head at you, “You sure?” You shake your head, and he sits on his knees to look you in the eyes, “You know you can always tell me what’s on your mind.” You sigh, “I know, I just… it’s about our unplanned wedding.” He finds your hand and rubs soothing circles into it, “Oh? Do you want to make a day for it? Is that what’s on your mind? You say the word, we’ll get married tomorrow evening.” He says, trying to get you to laugh, and you give him a small smile. “No, um… I just, I’m not sure if I’ll be the picture-perfect bride.” He pushes your chair out with one hand, so you’re facing him better as he asks, “What do you mean? Because in my eyes, no matter what, you’ll always be the perfect wife for me.” You look away, no longer holding his gaze, “I don’t know, it’s just I’m not sure if I could wear a wedding dress.” He hums, “Did anyone say you had to?” You look back at him in confusion, “No… But the bride always does.” He nods, “Yeah. But you’re not every soon-to-be bride. You’re mine. Being a bride doesn’t mean you have to be feminine, y’know.” He doesn’t let you interject, “So if you want to wear a tux. Or for us to have a casual jean-type wedding. I’m happy with it as long as it’s you that I’m marrying. I don’t care what we wear or where we get hitched. It’ll be picture-perfect because you’re the one I’m marrying. Nothing else matters.” You search his eyes, “You mean that?” He smiles, “With all my heart.” You take him for his word, “Okay.” He kisses you deeply, reminding you of all the reasons he loved you. 

He holds your gaze as he holds your hand, “You’re my everything. I know others’ expectations weigh heavily on you, but I promise it’s your day as much as it is mine. So, let’s do it our own way. Are you okay with that, buttercup?” You kiss him this time, “Yeah, more than okay.” He stands up before pulling you up from your chair, “Ki, what are you doing?” He grins, “About to dance with my beautiful fiancé.” He moves you two to the middle of the living room so you both have enough room to dance and sway together. He sings you soft songs to dance to as you twirl around and catch each other. Maybe you wouldn’t have the wedding most little kids dreamed of. But you’ll get to have the wedding you always dreamed of. Kihyun will make sure of it. You can see it from the twinkle in his eye as he looks at you with full adoration. And you can’t help but smile at him as you two dance around, imagining what it’ll be like to be dancing as two lovers vowed to an eternity together. 

[laysdimplesareillegal]

Character Development: Chapter 1

Pairing: Monsta X Changkyun x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping, general delusion, angst

Summary: I love yandere and angst and changkyun so why not put them all together

A/N: I’m just starting out with this fic I hope you like it I don’t really write chaptered things. I’m a little rusty and I may end up going through this again and editing it a little. Please show it lots of love <3

Character Development Masterlist

At some point in the night, I must have turned over because I woke up with the sun shining on my face and I definitely hadn’t fallen asleep facing the window. With a deep stretch and a deep breath– what’s that smell? Rubbing my eyes, letting them adjust to the morning sun, it’s obvious I’m not in my apartment. I brought my knees to my chest and sat against the headboard, where am I? I’m in someone’s bedroom, but it has to be twice the size of mine and much more extravagant. Frantically, I felt around for my phone. Of course, it was nowhere, why would it be? Who would take someone from their home and leave their phone with them.

First, the bed is king size with mounds of fluffy pillows on it. To the left a large window, with white curtains blurring the outside. Across from, and facing, the bed was an armoire with no doors. From what I could see, several dress shirts hung in it, along with a couple coats. On the right side of the room was the closed door, a straight shot from my spot on the bed; beside it, against the right wall, was a dresser. It sat between the door and an archway, which opened up to a master bathroom. On either side of the bed stood two identical nightstands with two identical lamps. The room was immaculately put together with steel grey and navy blue tones. I guess the wise thing would be to scope out the bathroom first, in case anyone was there.

The air was cold, and stepping out of the bed made me shiver, yet somehow, I was sweating. Tiptoeing to the bathroom I held my breath and made sure my feet made no sound. After a couple peeks around the corner, I deemed the bathroom empty. Still, I was too scared to try the door, so I slowly made my way across the room to the window.

My jaw dropped when I pushed away the curtains. The window was barred, now casting an ominous shadow on the dark wood flooring. 

Beyond the bars was a mountainside, was I still near town? Who knows where I could be when all I have to go off is rocks. No more messing around, I needed to get out of here, it was time to attempt the door. I started feeling claustrophobic, despite how large the room was, I knew it was unlikely I could get out.

“Please,” I mouthed with my hand on the doorknob.

Miraculously, it turned, and the door opened without a creek. Again, I let my jaw drop. The door opened to a walkway, one side led down a hallway to what looked like other bedrooms, while the side stood a beautiful banister and a wide flight of stairs. I’m in a stranger’s mansion. If it were any other day, and I was here voluntarily, I would be in awe. There was no time to tread the waters of the other rooms, especially if the owner of the house was in one. It was best to descend the staircase, it must lead to the foyer, and therefore, the front door. I dropped down to my hands and knees to peer past the banister. The whole house was silent, but I was not going to test my luck–I had to make sure I really did go unseen.

With no one in sight, I took measured steps down the stairs, and when I finally reached the bottom, it delivered me directly to the front door. This felt too easy, there’s no way it’ll open I thought, but still I had to try. I tried the knob, it didn’t budge. I flipped the dead bolt, still the knob didn’t move. Tears began to flood my vision, I was so close, to have hope dangled in front of me, it wasn’t fair. I flipped the dead bolt again; I was in denial.

“It has to work,” I whined. How can this person get out of their own house?

Unless I’ve been left here to rot. Taken from my home and put in a proxy until I starve or kill myself. Some psycho’s sick idea of entertainment. I’ve watched the news, I know what kind of sickos there are in the world. Trying the door one more time, I decided there had to be some kind of electronic, automatic lock on it. If I wasn’t so scared of making noise, I would have pounded my head against the door until I collapsed. There had to be some way out, no person can really make something flawless, there is always a flaw to be exploited.

With my back to the door, I took in the foyer. To the right, an entryway to the kitchen. To the left, under the staircase, looked like a darker hallway, with more closed doors. What if there were other people like me in those rooms? What if this whole mansion was packed wall to wall with helpless, clueless hostages like me. I needed to find out.

My stomach was nauseous from the anxiety, even if there was food in the kitchen, I knew I couldn’t look at it without throwing up. Not that I could trust anything in this death trap was safe to consume anyways. Making my way down the hall, I approached the first door.

First, I tried peering through the cracks on the sides, even getting on the floor to try to see inside. The room was dark, maybe it wouldn’t open even if I tried. However, it did, with very little effort. Inside was a small home library. How pretentious. There were bookshelves built into the walls, packed full of books. There was a plush chair on the opposite wall from the door, by a window bathed in sunlight. Smack dab in the center of the library was a desk. Like any other desk there were a number of knickknacks on it. 

I creeped inside to investigate, not before looking behind me to make sure no one would shut me in. Like most of the house, the desk was a deep warm brown and glossy. Between a set of ornate bookends sat three old books. One: The Man of the Crowd. Two The Count of Monte Cristo (abridged). Three: I don’t know. The third book looks modern, but the title is calligraphy in a language I can’t make out; I pass over it. The chair was drawn out, as if someone had just left. Most likely, they left after writing the note in the center of the desk, the pen was still there too. So they were left-handed. (I’m not sure if this would be of use to me but I didn’t want to miss any hint of who this person is.)

I couldn’t resist leaning over the chair to read it. The first thing on the page was my name, letter format. Most of the lines were crossed out; only half of the letter  was legible. In fact, the whole thing was hard to read, the writing was small and erratic.

“Sorry” the rest of the first line on the paper was aggressively scribbled out, or rather, completely blacked out. “I’m really sorry,” more scribbles. “I didn’t want to leave you home alone” “Something urgent came up at work” “I can’t wait to be with you.”

The whole note felt ominous from the instability to the ragged scribble marks to cover what he had already written. The only legible part of the entire note was the sign off at the bottom:

“Love, Changkyun”

So, this maniac’s name is Changkyun. I don’t know a Changkyun. I can’t wait to be with you, must mean that there is a way in and out of the house. I wonder when he’ll come back, I might just have until the end of the day. Until the end of the day, I have a timeline now. I need to find a way out, and if not that, something to fight with.

This Changkyun guy is obviously wildly unstable. He’s a kidnapper, and therefore extremely dangerous.

Exiting the study, I left the door open and moved on to the next room in the hall. A regular bathroom, with regular soft towels, nothing under the sink but towels and toilet paper. Feeling emboldened after reading the note (and that the owner of the house is gone), I moved through the house relatively fast. The bedrooms upstairs still scared me but after mustering up all my courage and listening through the doors, they were just like any guest bedroom, no clothes in the closets but extra blankets at the foot of the beds. After realizing this, I grew to fear the master bedroom most.

Everything there was unequivocally mine. The dresser was stocked full of my clothes. The bathroom had my makeup on the counter, my hair care products in the cabinets, down to the toothpaste I use. Sure, he could have taken these things from my apartment, but everything was brand new. Even the nightstands, one contained a new shiny copy of my favorite book (the other sat empty).

I concluded that there really was no one else in the house. No other hostages and no other hostage-takers. Everything about the house was relatively normal, of course besides the fact that I was there. In all, there were two doors locked in the house besides the front door. One was in the downstairs hallway. It had a sticky note on it that read “Cleaning supplies DON’T TOUCH.” The other led to the garage, if the note saying “Garage, NO ENTRY” was credible.

The door to the garage was accessible through the kitchen, which was beautiful. It had large granite countertops with an island facing the backyard. There were two stoves, a walk-in pantry, an extensive liquor cabinet, and a fridge which held enough food to feed two families. It bled into the living room which had a large TV and phenomenal looking stereo system.

The back wall of the house was fully glass, floor to ceiling windows, and a sliding glass door that did not open. And the glass didn’t break, I tried several times. I was still too anxious to eat and I couldn’t bring myself to trust the water enough to drink.

I decided I would hide in one of the bedrooms. Hopefully, I could hide well enough that when this man came back tonight, I could stay hidden all night–or even better, slip out while he was busy looking for me. Tucking myself in the corner of one of the bedroom closets, I waited for Changkyun to arrive. All I could find to defend myself were the kitchen knives, there wasn't so much as a drop of cleaning solution accessible in the house, which I had hoped to spray in Changkyun’s eyes.

I sat all night, stricken with anxiety and thoughts riddled with what would happen if I didn’t make it out. Eventually, I became so haggard from the stress I passed out in the fetal position in the closet.

[deijiyong]

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2015 December 20th - Surprise !! (2/2)

You’re inspecting them when you notice someone shivering just next to the security office

They’re bouncing and running in place to get warm, lights shining off the front of their metal suitcase

You feel a pang of worry, if this guy was held up at the security office, it meant they were still working and Taeyong being this drunk would get him in trouble

You slap his arm

Idiot, get yourself together

Security is still working

Huh?

He trips and almost takes you down with him, but someone calling your name jerks you to a stop as you turn back to look at the body near the security office

Hello?

YN!

The body rushes over to you, a smile stretched over his face as his arms wrap tightly around you

He feels almost frozen, his lips are even turning blue and you press your hands holding the warmers to his cheeks

Kyun, what are you doing here?

How did you get here?

How did you know where I was?

(he looks to the boy pulling himself up off the ground)

I overheard a call between you and Jooheon a few months ago

You told Jiyeon you were at school in Seoul

I asked my parents if I could come see you

They said yes

You cannot be here though

I live in a girls’ dorm

They’re not going to let you on campus

Who the hell is that

(eyes changkyun) the wallpaper guy?

Wallpaper guy?

You drag Taeyong to his feet and stand back in front of Changkyun

I have our graduation photo as my phone wallpaper

Who is he?

What’s it to you, punk?

Tae, go to bed

(pouts) but I wanted to hang out with you

You sigh looking from Taeyong to Changkyun

Both look confused by the other and you’re not sure why

I’ll help you take him to his dorm

Changkyun grabs Taeyong’s arm and wraps it over his shoulders

Help me with my bag, please?

You grab his suitcase and wheel it behind you as you lead Changkyun towards the mixed dorm

It’s almost curfew so you’re not allowed to go inside, same with Changkyun

Go to bed, Tae

I’ll text you tomorrow (pouts)

Yeah, yeah whatever

Don’t ignore my text!

You always ignore my texts :(

Go

When he disappears inside you turn to look at Changkyun, he looks more relaxed than he did earlier when he first saw you

You release a breath and head towards your girl dorm, mind wondering how you can get the matron to let him stay just one night in your room

Asking that, as the one girl that has no friends besides Taeyong is probably going to cause problems whenever Changkyun leaves, but you don’t care about that right now

Wait here

Ok

You go into your dorm and head straight for the office

The matron is sitting behind her desk, hands running over the keyboard before you knock to get her attention

She looks tired

Hello Mrs. Kim

I know it’s not allowed, but I have a friend from abroad here

And I was wondering if he could stay for the night

Just tonight

Please

YN, dear, you know that’s not allowed

Mrs. Kim, I know it’s curfew soon and you will lock the doors

If I leave to get him to a hotel, I won’t be able to get back inside

You will dock me points for not being home

I’m sure you will dock me points for this request

Either way, I’ll have strikes against me

I just ask you let him stay one night

Please

Where is he?

Outside

In the cold? For how long?

I’m not sure? He was standing by the security office when I got back from dinner

(sighs) YN, one night

I don’t want to see him tomorrow

Yes, ma’am! 

I promise

She waves you off and you go to collect Changkyun from outside

He stops briefly, his lips are a deeper blue when he greets Mrs. Kim and thanks her for letting him stay the night

You rush him to the elevator and press the 5

You’re so dumb (laugh)

(pouts) I wanted to surprise you

I didn’t know how cold it would be

Now you know

The doors open and you rush him down to 5E, pushing him into the room before you then turn and lock it behind you

He stares at you for a moment, dropping his voice to a whisper

So scandalous

Miss YN has a man in her room

(you slap him) shut up, idiot

You turn and pull off your jacket, pushing Kyun down to the floor where the heat feels best and wrap your blanket around him

He watches you run around your room to put your things away

Bras and things that you would have never of left out if you knew he would be in your room

You change into your nightshirt and sit next to him on the ground

Changkyun wraps the blanket around you as well, grinning as he maneuvers you to lean against him like when you used to hang out

So who was the drunkard?

The guy who forced his way into my life

Normally, in a situation when he doesn’t have friends who know me, he wouldn’t be able to meet me 

It’s weird like that here

But he seems determined to be my friend (you shrug)

(squeezes you in his arms) seems like a nice guy

(eye roll) just say it

You think he has a crush on me like Jooheon and Jiyeon

I mean, yeah

But at least he has good taste

How has school been?

Lonely

Changkyun grabs your right hand that’s holding the blanket closed and laces his fingers between yours

I had a meltdown in the first semester

Jooheon barely saved me from doing something stupid

I didn’t really recover

I started drinking a lot and partying

Joo kept me on track with school, though

I heard you cursed him out about Jiyeon

Yeah, you know how strong Jiyeon is

But she had called me crying that Jooheon was cheating on her

I wasn’t just going to let it happen

That’s why he started going to see her once a month

Makes sense

You look up at him, his lips have some pink returning to them

Maybe you should sleep on the floor

It’s warmer

And your body is still thawing

(pouts) babe

Your health is more important than a sleepover, sir

You can tell he doesn’t like the thought, but you pull out a blanket set for him and place it as close to the bed as you can without having to step over him to get to your bed

He takes that time to change, leaving his suitcase open near your desk before he settles on the blankets you laid out for him

You’re sitting on your bed when you toss a pillow at him

I want my blanket back

I already gave you one

But (he grins) if I keep this one, you have to join me down here

Right?

Changkyun gives in when you just stare at him

You pull the blanket over your legs as you smile at him, happy to see him after so many months

We’ll find you a hotel tomorrow morning

Somewhere close to campus

Are you off for Christmas?

No

I have classes and a morning thing on Saturday

But we can hang out on Sunday

When do you go back?

The 28th?

Are you going to go back and visit your parents?

(shakes his head) probably not

I’m going to pay them back for this trip for sure

I promised my mom I would get a job when I go back

You turn off the light by your bed, eyes feeling heavy even though you’re happy your best friend is in Seoul with you for Christmas

(whispers) YN?

Hm?

I missed you

I missed you too

Author's Note: I had to break this chapter up because the tumblebeasts would've made it impossible to edit after posting. Sorry.

[nerdyjournals]

NERDY'S ROLLING REQUESTS

Since there's a lot of you now, HELLO!

Just wanted to let you guys know that I have rolling requests open!

Rolling requests means you guys can send in requests as long as my inbox is open, but there is no guarantee on when they get written. Plus writer's block hits more often than one thinks.

I do have a few points for this though.

No smut. I can write suggestive and flirty stuff as well as read the devil's tango, but when it comes to that spicy-spicy, I am uncomfortable being the one who writes it. Your local gremlin be 💜🤍🖤🩶.

I will be combining any prompts that seem similar to try and avoid too much repetition. This will only happen with 5 similar requests.

You can request texts AND imagines AND headcanons!

I currently only write for Stray Kids and Monsta X with the priority being SKZ. I don't know if I'll end writing for other groups, but that door is still cracked open.

I do have a tag system you guys can enter to be notified when I post! Just click this link!

See you guys later!

Nerdy out! 🩵

[plus-const]

this is really random, but I'm back with my monsta x fanfic.

I wrote it originally in russian, then translated in english, and now I want to give it some audience here, because twitter fandom is rather chaotic when it comes to promotion, and I really think there are more readers who would be glad to read the story.

this is canon compliant changki fic, placed in 2019-2021, with lots of canon details and with a complicated development of the relationship between changkyun and kihyun (I ship them intensely and gently, so happy ending ofc)

I always wanted to read something like that, but there was no such story on ao3, so I had to write it myself. though I am a little bit self-conscious about my translation, I hope you like it ♥️

[bangtanstax]

a re-introduction

a while back, i dedicated some of my time to writing head cannons, one-shots, some longer stories and fake texts. everything was going well until life happened and i fell off the app. most recently, i realized that i actually missed running a tumblr and decided to give it a go again. 

i hope y’all enjoy it

[mxauthor]

Not Of The Imagination

Summary: Spencer claims he has a girlfriend. Derek does not believe him at all.

Word Count: 1,614

Warnings: fluff, a bit OOC Derek

Derek Morgan is a ladies man. He knows how to talk to women, charm them into a flustered mess and get a number from them with ease. His charm is a weapon, something he knows how to use better than his gun. 

Spencer Reid is not a ladies man. He rambles people away and becomes flustered so easily that people think his skin tone is red. 

Derek Morgan is a charmer. Spencer Reid is the charmed. 

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Friday afternoon. Everyone was ready to go home and spend the weekend doing whatever they wanted. Weekend plans were the topic of conversation at the moment with the bullpen attendees.

“So pretty boy, where are you doing this weekend?” Morgan asked. A teasing smile playing on his lips. Derek Morgan wasn’t a bully. He was anything but a bully, however, he was a brother. And brothers are known to tease their little siblings to no end. And Spencer was lucky enough to become Derek’s little brother. 

 “There’s this Korean Film festival happening throughout the next week. All foods, music and movies will be played in korean. Which is exciting since my girlfriend had wanted to brush up on her language skills and I thought this would be a great surprise for her.” Spencer missed the look of surprise on his friends faces when the word ‘girlfriend’ had left his mouth. Especially Morgan’s face. 

“Girlfriend?” Emily questioned softly. She was still a bit new to the team, but this was the first time a girlfriend was mentioned, especially attached to Spencer’s name.

“Wait what! Spencer, you have a girlfriend?” Derek questioned in disbelief. It’s not like he didn’t think that Spencer couldn’t get a girlfriend, but it’s still a complete shock that the shy, can’t talk to college kids his age, stuttering mess actually has a girlfriend. 

“Yeah, Her name’s Y/n. We’ve actually been dating for about 3 years now.” The goofy grin that broke out onto Spencer’s face was convincing enough for the women. But apparently not enough for Derek. 

“Really?” Spencer could hear the disbelief in Derek’s voice. He knew that the proclaimed ladies man, didn’t believe that he ‘scored’. But Spencer really didn’t care if he believed him or not. 

He still had you at the end of the day, that’s all that mattered to him. 

“Okay, what’s her last name?” Morgan asked.

“L/n.” Spencer answered without hesitation. He had a feeling that some of the asked questions are going to be the same that his mother asked him when he confessed that he was seeing someone. 

Derek nodded, trying to look convinced. “What’s her-” 

Before he even had the chance to finish his next question Spencer beat him to it. “She’s working as a barista at the moment because she’s going back to school to be a teacher. We met when we were 20 and started dating at 22. She’s kind and patient. She also really loves me and we are talking about moving in together after she graduates with her masters.” 

The small group was stunned at the flood of information. Emily, JJ and Penelope all began gushing about his girlfriend, happy that their resident genius had found someone that is making him happy. 

Derek, happy for his brother, still didn’t believe him. The girl sounded perfect for him, too perfect. Almost like he had conjured her up. 

“Do you have a picture of her?” Penelope was the first to ask. 

“No, sadly. All the pictures we have together are taken on her phone and they don’t transfer well when she sends them to me.” Spencer explained. The women deflated a bit hearing his explanation. 

“How convenient.” Morgan muttered. Penelope was the one who heard him. She snapped her head in his direction, fixing him with a glare. Derek only held his hands up in mock surrender. 

The group slowly began to disperse when paperwork began to pile up on each of their respective desks. The new shift of conversation began to fizzle out. Everyone now began to focus on the important work ahead of them before they could go home at 6. 

Except for Derek Morgan. The new revelation, still fresh in his brain. The Spencer Reid, the boy genius that stutters when given a simple compliment, has a girlfriend.

He has to see it to believe it at that point.

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Derek didn’t get his confirmation until 3 months later. When he had almost forgotten that Spencer had claimed he had a girlfriend. 

A beautiful h/c had walked into the bullpen with a visitor badge clipped to her turtleneck sweater. She had a drink carrier in on hand and a plastic bag in the other. 

She stood near the glass doors, clearly looking for someone. A small frown appeared on her lips as the object of her delivery seemed to not be in the room. 

Morgan saw the contemplation on her face whether she was on the right floor or not. She took a step back towards the double glass doors, before Derek got up to give a helping hand. 

He calmly approached the pretty woman before calling out to her, “Excuse me miss, is there something you need help with.” 

The h/c turned at his voice, Derek could see slight recognition within her eyes. A small smile graced her lips before she spoke, “You must be Derek Morgan.” 

The named man furrowed his eyebrows. He had never met this woman before in his life, even if he had Derek would’ve remembered her face. 

The woman saw the confusion on his face as well as the slight guard he put up after she said his name. The h/c’s realization kicked in and her panic set in. “Oh no, I’m not dangerous. My boyfriend had told me a lot about you. Even showed me a photo of you. Well not of you but a group picture and pointed you out. And I’ve always been good at remembering faces. So when I saw you I just knew that you were Derek Morgan. Again I’m not dangerous.” 

Her lengthy explanation reminded him of the resident genius that was approaching the two of them. 

Spencer was very confused when he saw Derek Morgan speaking with his girlfriend of 3 years. He was even more confused when he saw her panicked expression and the slight wave of her hands as she tried to explain something. 

Spencer pulled open the glass doors to the bullpen and turned towards the interesting conversation that was happening. He didn’t get much of it, just the last bit where Y/n said ‘I’m not dangerous’. 

“What’s going on here?” The brunette male asked. He looked between his favorite people waiting for one of them to answer. 

“Oh, hello love. I was just coming over to see if you wanted to have lunch with me. I had a half day at work for class but then my professor canceled class last minute because he wasn’t feeling well.” Y/n had gestured to the food in her arms at the mention of lunch. 

She had swung by their favorite Thai place. Having not been there for a few weeks because of Spencer’s busy schedule and Y/n’s guilt for eating it without him. Spencer smiled widely at the offer of food and his lover for his break. 

“I’d love to honey. We can eat at my desk if you’d like.” Spencer offered. Grabbing the drinks from her to make the load easier to carry. 

Derek watched the exchange between them. Only putting everything together when you call Spencer ‘love’. 

“Holy shit she’s real.” He had meant to say it in his head. But the statement slipped out, causing the two of you to look at him with confusion. 

“You didn’t think she was real?” Spencer asked.

“Well, no. Just that she sounded really perfect for you so I had a hard time believing it at first. But then I met her and she literally reminded me of you.” Derek tried to explain but it didn’t sound all too convincing. 

Spencer and Y/n looked at each other before laughing. Y/n had just met Derek and he thought she was someone that Spencer made up. Their giggles made Derek feel stupid.

And that’s something he doesn’t feel often (not counting the times Spencer made him feel stupid). 

Y/n had calmed down first before holding out her free hand for Derek to shake, “Hi, my name is Y/n L/n. I’m going back to school to be a teacher but currently I’m working as a barista. I’ve been told I’m patient and kind. Spencer and I have been dating since we were 22 but we met when we were 20.” 

Y/n then spared a glance at Spencer before asking, “Same intro you gave him right?” 

Spencer nodded with a smile before kissing the crown of her head, “Yep same one you gave to my mom.” 

Derek looked between the young couple content on the evidence presented to him. Derek took Y/n’s hand and shook it giving a greeting of his own, “It’s nice to meet you Y/n. I’m Derek Morgan and I’ve become Spencer’s big brother. So don’t you go breaking his heart.” 

The toothy smile was answer enough, but Y/n couldn’t resist her response, “Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

Spencer had excused the two of them to go eat lunch at his desk. Spencer was happy that his lives were starting to blend together.

He’s especially glad that his favorite people were able to meet each other once and for all. Even though one of them thought the other was a figment of his imagination.

[ethereal-am]

¡ narcos mexico / griselda

( read best in dark mode <3 )

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𝙍𝙚𝙙*=𝙎𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩/𝙇𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣/𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩!

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𝙋𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙡𝙚^= 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙧 𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩

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Fluffy Trim~ GN! Reader

Summary: Trimming Viktor's fluffy hair. Warnings: Established Relationship, Soft&Sassy Viktor, Non Sleep Deprived Viktor, Fluff, Reader Cutting hair

Sickness and in health~ GN! Reader

Summary: Taking care of Victor when he’s sick. Warnings: Fluff, Sick Viktor, Cuddles & Sunggles, Established Relationship

Workaholic~ GN! Reader

Summary: Pulling Viktor away from his work. Warnings: Fluff, Viktor sleep deprived, Arguing with Jayce, Eepy Viktor, Cleaning Viktor's Place, Bit Sad

Cuddle Bug~ GN! Reader

Summary: Cuddles with Viktor. Warnings: Established Relationship, Fluff, Morning Cuddles, Cuddles & Snuggles, Lots of blankets, Soft Viktor, Kissing, No Duologue/Talking

His Bedroom* GN! Reader Minors do not interact!

Summary: Viktor taking you back to his dorm and leaving no surface peace. Warnings: Established Relationship, Smut, Desk Sex, Kissing

May I have this dance?~ GN! Reader

Summary: Coming home to the surprise of Viktor asking for a dance and the showing of something new. Warnings: Established Relationship, Fluff, Slow Dancing

Upgrade* GN! Reader Minors do not interact!

Summary: Viktor showing off his new leg in bed. Warnings: Established Relationship, Smut, Viktor's Leg

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[nanawritesit]

Wonho Boyfriend Headcanons!

a/n: this wasn’t requested but there’s a CRIMINALLY low amount of wonho content so i thought i’d do something since he’s literally my husband 💞 (don’t tell san or yoongi hehe)

He loves to call you bunny 🐰

probably wants you to call him bunny as well, it’s a mutual nickname between the two of you

Holding his hand whenever he has to go somewhere high up since he’s afraid of heights, even though his hand is massive compared to yours (he is baby okay)

gym dates 🏋🏼‍♀��

even if you don’t want to work out he just likes taking you with him :)

he likes that you get to see him in his element, all sweaty and breathing heavily 😳

and you’ll usually ward off all the girls and guys who try to hit on him 😀

he’s the best at opening jars, like he should get an award for it

if you’re having trouble opening something you don’t even have to ask, you’ll just hand it to him and he’ll pop it open like it’s the easiest thing in the world

ramen dates 🍜

or pizza, depending on the day 🍕

although he prefers to make it at home with you and just snuggle up on the couch :)

you guys love cooking together

speaking of which, when you guys are alone at home, he barely wears any clothes 💀

like you sometimes wonder why he has so many shirts when he hardly ever wears them

if it’s fall or winter he’ll usually wear sweatpants around the house but that’s about it

(plus it gives him an excuse to cuddle up to you 💞)

he’s SUCH a cuddle bug

everyone thinks he’s so tough and dominant but i think he’s super soft as a boyfriend

loves it when you trace your finger along his tattoos

he can be pretty protective of you, especially if someone is being rude to you

he’ll straight up be like “hey, don’t talk to my partner like that”

he doesn’t like to act serious bc he thinks his size can be intimidating enough to people, but when it comes to protecting you, he won’t hesitate to scare tf out of someone

does NOT like it when other people hit on you

he’ll just bite the inside of his cheek and tighten his grip on your waist while his eyes are piercing into the other persons’ like daggers

again, he’s only scary when he wants to be

it doesn’t bother you though, you mostly just find him extremely attractive when he gets protective of you 👀

but moving on from that, he has a habit of just randomly picking you up and holding you in his arms no matter where you are

even if you’re around your friends, he’ll just scoop you up out of nowhere, and you’ll continue on with your conversation like nothing is happening

your friends are just like ??? why does he do that ???

and you’re just like idk he likes holding me ig 🤷🏼‍♀️

buying his his favorite milk and a tangerine from the convenience store as a surprise before you visit him at work

although he’s usually the one visiting you at work, mostly bc he doesn’t like to eat alone 🥺

you’ve started just packing both your lunches together since you usually end up sharing them

poor baby gets sick really easily so you usually end up being his nurse 💞

he gets SO whiny and needy when he’s sick too 😭

you just baby tf out of him bc he’s so damn cute

making him soup, putting a wet towel on his forehead, rubbing his tummy, refilling his humidifier, anything he needs

he’d do the same for you if he wasn’t always the one falling ill 🙃

you’ve started forcing him to take vitamin c capsules bc you’re tired of seeing him sick all the time

coffee dates ☕️

LOVES it when you steal his shirts

they’re just so big on you and he thinks you look absolutely adorable in them <3

he never gets upset when you take them, in fact he encourages it

“what’s mine is yours bunny” 🥰

obv he loves it when you get all dressed up for an event, and he’ll drool over the sight of you every time, but his favorite look is just you in casual, lazy clothes

asks you to help him practice his english almost every day

he wants to travel the world with you

buying him metamong plushies whenever you see them

he randomly buys you flowers a lot 💐

likes to send you spicy selfies when he knows you’re busy just to fluster you 😳

stealing his glasses just to mess with him, and as he’s looking for them, you’ll put them on and just sit there like ☺️

he just tackles you and covers your face in kisses bc he can’t stay mad at you

he usually prefers taking showers but he LOVES taking baths with you 💞 if he knows you’re having a stressful day he’ll draw a hot bath for the two of you before you get home with your favorite bubbles and light some candles too :)

also loves it when you touch his butt (you just can’t help yourself sometimes) 💀

you’ve definitely changed his mind about marriage. he never saw himself marrying anyone before he met you, and now he can’t imagine his life without you in it 🥰

[deijiyong]

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2015 December 5th - Changkyun Makes A Plan

Changkyun stares at his computer screen

In a week, he would be free to go home and relax with his parents

He had been looking forward to it since he had made the plans back before he even left his hometown, but now, it felt empty

His phone rings, pulling his attention

Hey mom

Hey sweetie, are you excited to come home?

YN’s mom cannot wait to see you!

What about YN?

Well,, 

It’s fine, Mom, I know she’s not going to a community college

When did you find out?

Are you okay?

I’m fine 

It’s a lie, even he can hear how odd his lie sounds

His mom must read him like a book, but she doesn’t say anything

I was wondering

Since she cannot come home for Christmas, could I visit her in Seoul?

I really want to see her

Well, I’m sure dad wouldn’t mind

Are you sure that’s what you want?

We were going to throw a big Christmas party for you

(sluggishly) I miss her so much

It’s been hard knowing that I wouldn’t get to see her for Christmas

I want to surprise her

Do it

Just make sure you visit us for Spring break or summer

I can do that

Tell dad I’ll pay him back

I’ll get a job when I get back

Don’t worry

He’ll understand

As soon as he ends the call, Changkyun books a flight from the airport near his college to Seoul

He bounces in his desk chair, excitement filling him as he thinks about finally getting to see you again

It had been the one thing keeping him going

And now it was renewed

He would get to see you again before the end of the month

That, he could handle

[ryokawa]

I hate how I always get so worried abt what ppl will think when I set a fic in a country that isn’t the original or the USA. Like whyyyy am I so nervous abt setting this little iwaoi fic in Mexico?? I do what I like!!

[lu-naticart]

mf looks like a deftones song 😩

repost with credits pls 🫶

[honeyimissjoo]

POV you're on a videocall w/ Shownu

[mxauthor]

Dangerously In Love

Summary: The long awaited return of your boyfriend makes you realize how in love you are with him. Dangerously in love with him.

Word Count: 776

Warnings: heavy make-out, second person pov, gender neutral reader, inspired by Beyonce's Dangerously In Love

A/N: I'm not sure how much of it makes sense or if it's even like logical. Literally just cooked this up 45 mins ago because i kept thinking about the 'dangerously in love' trend that was on tiktok like a month ago. But hope you enjoy nonetheless.

To say that Y/n was obsessed with Spencer Reid would be an understatement.

Well not obsessed in the bad way. But in the way where you’re so irrevocably in love with him that any chance you get you’re all over him loving him in the best way possible. 

Spencer had just recently gotten home from a 2 week long case in Nevada. The serial killer in question kept real close to his pattern and didn’t devolve until his main stressor had died. But in the end they had caught him and convicted him with no error. 

So when it was 10 pm on a Thursday and Hotch was kind enough to give them that Friday to rest Spencer had never been more delighted to drag his feet through his shared apartment to find you sitting on the couch watching reruns of Grey’s Anatomy he’s never felt more at home. 

He toed off his shoes to then place them on the shoe rack that came with you when you moved in. He then took off his messenger bag and placed it on the ground before rounding the couch to sit next to you. 

Now, you weren’t a profiler by any means. Just a simple bookstore owner, but you’ve always had a knack for knowing when your space wasn’t just yours alone. 

So when you heard the front door unlock and open, you knew that your baby was home. You listened to him settle himself back into your home before listening to him approach you.

Spencer looked amazing. He didn’t think so, but having missed him for 2 weeks you couldn’t stop yourself from drinking him in. Said man only meant to bend down and give you a few kisses, a greeting of sorts. But you, you didn’t want to let him go.

So when Spencer bent down from his tall height to kiss your lips, you were quick to pull him into you, causing him to collapse onto the couch to devour him. 

Spencer knew you missed him, the late night phone calls and the constant text messages were enough evidence to prove it. But he must have miscalculated how much you actually missed him. 

Your body had been angled on the couch so one leg was extended and the other was bent in half, but with the added person, your body had shifted enough to accommodate him to where he was pulled onto lap. Spencer was quick enough to catch most of himself from completely falling on top of you. 

But you couldn’t care less. 

Your lips continued to devour Spencer’s. Pulling his lips (mainly the bottom one) into your mouth again and again. Pulling oxygen in with every pull. Making it so he couldn’t pull away at any moment. 

Spencer, who had missed you just as much, kissed back with just as much force. His hand that wasn’t responsible for holding his body weight had cupped the back of your neck to angle your neck up a bit more so he could deepen the kiss. 

His tongue began to dance with yours as you slid your body down the couch so you could make the man you love place his body weight on top of you. He followed suit, leaning down enough to have his chest against yours. Spencer placed his free hand against your waist, grabbing the soft flesh there. 

You began making a move of turning over so you could look down at the masterpiece before you. Your hands, which had been wrapped around his neck and playing ruthlessly with his beautiful hair, dragged themselves down his chest. Feeling everything about him that you’ve missed. 

Spencer was the one to pull back enough to grab a deeper breath of air. His brown eyes glossed over with love. His lips were swollen and glossy. You continued to kiss him, the corner of his mouth, his cheek, his jaw, his Adam's apple, the sides of his neck, his collar bones.

His scent alone was driving you mad, the feeling of him just within your hold was enough to satisfy you. 

Seeing his face was enough to make your heart sing. To love him, to hold him, to feel him, to breathe him in, to live him. 

You were dangerously in love with him. Obsessed with him. Enraptured with him. 

You sat back on your calves. Looking and the beauty beneath you. His tousled hair, his swollen and glossy lips, his lidded eyes. 

Your Spencer, looking at you like you were a deity. 

Only for him to see the same look within your eyes. 

“I’m so in love with you.” 

So very dangerously in love.