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toruro · 1 year ago

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— ✧ devil by the window

temptation touched my tongue / spread the wings of desire (a friday the 13th special)

description: all your fairy friends warned you not to get tangled up with the demons that lurk on the ground, but you swear on every star in the sky that minghao is different.

warnings: smut (18+), consent is clear but reader is somewhat unaware of what sex is

tags: enchanted forest au, demon hao, fairy reader, corruption kink, loss of virginity, innocence kink, pet names (fairy, pretty), condescension, brief implied exhibitionism

w/c: 5k+

request: hiii for hao could u write fairytailesque theme umm like vibes of love between fairy and devil cdrama! mean dom hao secretly a softie for u<33 i feel like u would rock it!!

a/n: i got something out for friday the 13th! sorry to anon for losing the og ask, hope u see this! for those who saw the first version of this, i am sorry. i popped this out by listening to freefall while being high as hell

Joshua was the first to warn you about those who live below. Those who lurk in the shadows, waiting, and waiting, and waiting to pounce on the first naive soul to cross their path.

You didn’t quite believe him at first. Your head was in the pristine clouds that float above; living your little fairy life among the heights of the forest, days spent buzzing around with your friends, glowing smiles and shining eyes, petal-cloth dress flowing over your soft skin as you flutter from tree to tree—your life was perfect.

Seokmin tells you about it next. He recites a story of one of his friends, Chan, who got a little too close to the ground. The young boy hardly escaped the luring hands of a demon who crept up on him, and to this day, Chan has a scar on his left ankle.

Maybe catching sight of the little mark on the other fairy’s skin the next time you saw Chan was a little bit of a reality check, but still, you don’t worry too much.

After all, how could you? Your life was perfect, so what need was there for all this tension? All this trouble, worrying about a world so, so far away …

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You’re falling.

You’re falling unimaginably fast.

You’re not really sure how it happened—you were floating through the trees and something in your magic spasmed for a second and the next thing you know you’re flailing around, unable to get those sparks flying again.

And you try to yell for help, call for Seokmin because he’s the last one you’d seen, a cold rush overwhelming your body when you realize you’re too far down for him to hear you anyways. You close your eyes tight and brace for the impact as you feel the bases of the trees grow thicker as you near the ground and then—

Wait, what? Why didn’t you hit the ground and—oh, you’re floating again. Reflexes must’ve kicked in upon realizing the difference in air pressure.

It takes a few moments to get yourself back on balance using what little energy you’ve got left. You’re dangerously close to the ground—mere meters hovering above it, really, but right as you think you’ve managed to flutter up a bit higher, you lose control again, dropping straight down with no luck on your side to stop you.

You crash down into the ground, letting out a soft shriek as your body thuds. It shakes you for a moment but as you look around, you’re endlessly grateful to have fallen on a relatively soft patch of grass. Dusting yourself off as you try to sit up straight, the fact that you are now on the ground without your magic is dawning on you.

You aren’t sure how long you sit there, just gazing at the thick, dark trees around you. It’s rather peaceful, you wonder if you landed on the same grounds that Chan did when he got that scar. You doubt it.

You gaze up at the sight, soft breaths and gentle eyes, and you start to think that the ground is much nicer than anyone has ever told you but suddenly, there’s a rustling in the bushes behind you. In an instant you feel cold.

Dreadfully cold.

So cold, you don’t dare to turn around, figure cowering in on itself as you shut your eyes tight when the rustling intensifies, turning into thudding footsteps that approach you. And then, it stops, and you believe for a gracing second if the thing has left you alone, but you know better than that because after just five seconds of silence, you hear it breathing from above.

“Wh—who are?” you murk up the courage to whimper, wincing as you hold a hand up to face your face.

Through the fingers, you catch the silhouette of a man. He doesn’t look much different from all the other boys you’ve seen before, and you wonder if you should take your chances and let your hands drop.

“Are you …” Your breath hitches in when you finally look at him—chiseled jawline and sharp, cold eyes that watch you carefully. You feel your palms sink into the ground as you try to scurry back, but suddenly, it feels as though your hands can’t move. “... a demon?”

The pretty man smiles, but some funny feeling in your stomach tells you he isn’t exactly happy. He smiles oddly, and then he chuckles. He chuckles oddly, and then he laughs.

“What do you think, fairy?” His voice is cool and crisp, cutting through you like a blade of ice. The chill is thrilling. You think back to the story Seokmin always tells you. The scar on Chan’s ankle. The words of caution Joshua is always careful to remind you of.

“Y-you don’t look l-like the other—” You stop yourself from speaking because the shake in your voice is too much. You never even knew you could produce such a sound so potent in … fear? Enthrallment? Heat? You aren’t sure.

“The other what?” Slowly, he inches forward, and still you can’t find it in you to move away. You’re starting to think that you simply don’t want to.

His long, black hair wisps over his forehead and a few strands sit above his nose, and you can’t help but admire his natural elegance. He’s standing right next to you now, and as you look up at him, something in the back of your head buzzes.

Your ears are flooded with a white noise and some part of your brain is telling you you should be scared. You should be terrified, and you should wail for Joshua or Seokmin or Mingyu to come help but a much more convincing part of your brain tells you to stay put. To look up at this demon with wide eyes and parted lips. To whisper, “Demons. The other demons.”

He crouches over you now, so close that you feel his warm breath on your forehead. “Have you ever seen a demon?” You shake your head no, too afraid of the sound your throat might make if you try to speak.

He grins, and this time you don’t question the sincerity. He holds out a hand, and you think to yourself that such beautiful fingers could never taint skin like Chan’s.

“Let me show you,” he murmurs into the hazy air.

You don’t hesitate to take his hand.

Your magic comes back by the end of that day, and you are able to flutter your way up with Minghao’s name and a bidding farewell on your tongue.

You don’t tell the other fairies about what you do at night now. You don’t tell the other fairies how after everyone’s settled into their little abodes that linger from the branches, you creep out of your own. You don’t tell the other fairies about the beautiful views you see as you wisp through the trees, catching cool leaves on your skin as you slowly start to flutter down.

You don’t tell the other fairies of the little, illuminated pond you dip your toes into, or how when you turn around as your feet plant into the soil, Xu Minghao is already slipping into your line of vision from behind a thick trunk.

Dark cloth hangs off his chiseled figure, loose ends flowing with the night zephyrs. He sits on a rock by the pond as you cross your legs over on the verdant green grass, light dress splaying thinly over your thighs, skin shimmering under the moonlight.

He talks to you, tells you about his life, his friends. Every night, you listen with your lips slightly parted as you watch him and his dark hair. He teaches you about the ground, about the soft soil you sit upon, he teaches you about the roots of trees, about the little animals that scurry by the trunks, he teaches you that there is so much that lies beneath the tree tops, that there is so much you still don’t know.

Seungcheol laughed at Minghao earlier when he crept away from where he and his friends usually spend the night. “Going off to see your little fairy?” (Minghao wonders if the weird feeling in his stomach erupts from embarrassment at Seungcheol’s tone, or from a growing warmth when he refers to you as his.)

His friends find it a little funny—a fairy and a demon conversing at the dead of night, but he doesn’t really find it amusing at all.

Enthralling, would be the right word actually, because you come down every midnight where he teaches you, and he teaches you, and he teaches you so much, and your eyes are so beautiful, your voice so kind, your smile so bright, and so you teach him what it means for his heart to race.

You two sit together tonight, your hands neatly folded over your lap as you sit on your knees; Minghao sits next to you, legs out in front of him as he leans back on his arms. Under the light of the half moon above, you’re both silent.

You don’t have anything to say, not tonight. The cool air that sits between says enough.

Some time through the moments you sit in silence, Minghao has a hand brushing over your knee. The touch is gentle and cool like the breeze that washes over your bodies. He leaves his fingers there for a few, graciously long minutes, watching you from the corner of his vision to see if you’ll turn away.

He thinks he might lose his damn mind when you don’t move an inch. And so he moves an inch up your thigh, another inch and then he’s under the pretty petals of your skirt, another inch and then he’s almost brushing against the soft fabric that’s nestled between your legs.

Minghao watches you carefully—the way you chew on your bottom lip and your hands squeeze each other a little tighter and then—fuck, you’re squirming already?

“W-what are we doing Minghao?” you ask him so sweetly he feels he might melt into the ground and take you down with him. You have the vaguest of ideas of where this is going to go, and the thought makes your skin bloom with shivers.

“I …” His breath hitches in his throat when you look at him with eyes that look at him like he holds the universe. “I can show you.”

When you flutter your eyes shut, nodding as you whisper, “Show me,” into his mouth, Minghao wraps his arm around your torso and pulls you onto his lap. His kisses are slow but telling; pressing his lips into yours, tongue lapping at your mouth until you gasp and open yourself to him again. Legs locked around his sides as his hands grip onto your waist, your noses against each other in tandem in hopes to dig deeper into the kiss.

You’re shy against Minghao, lips working fervently—you can tell just from the way his fingers glide up and down your sides, the way his tongue melts into yours, the way he holds you—you feel so safe with him.

And then there he is, hands sliding beneath the skirt of your dress and bunching the shining fabric up to your waist; the cool air hits your skin as you gasp into Minghao’s mouth, hugging him closer instinctively. In doing so, you shift forward, core brushing dangerously close to the hardness between his dark pants, and you swear you hear Minghao mutter a curse you’ve never heard before. The sound makes your tummy do tumbles.

“You’ll let me take this off … hm?” he murmurs as he pulls away, fingers toying with the sheen hem of your skirt.

“Y-yeah,” you murmur, shuffling backwards so you slip off his lap. You lean back on your hands in the grass with a deep sigh, legs spreading out in front of you as Minghao climbs onto his knees. His fingers start at your ankle, and the way his hooded eyes watch you lustfully has your breath caught in your throat.

He slowly trails his fingers over your legs, starting from your calf and moving up until it’s brushing past your knees and suddenly his palms are pressing on your inner thighs and shoving your legs apart to reveal the pretty white panties that sit in the middle.

Your core buzzes with a heat, and you find your bottom lip clamped between your teeth as you try not to whine when Minghao’s finger grazes over the thin fabric. “M-mingh—hao,” you breath out, when he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck and sucks hard against the skin.

Your skin flushes with heat and a sharp sting when his teeth graze over you, but the small moan that leaves your lips sings a melody of pleasure as he swipes his tongue over the bruising mark. Your mouth falls wide open, neck falling back, and Minghao slots one hand between your legs, pressing the pads of two fingers against that one bundle of nerves that has you squirming into the ground.

“O-oh,” you mutter as your hips start to erratically swivel against his in hopes for more friction.

“Patience fairy,” Minghao sings in that sickly sweet tone of his. You wonder if he dropped from the treetops himself from the way he coos so kindly.

“It feels—oh … Oh, Minghao—”

“Tell me pretty … tell me what you’re thinking,” he whispers in a dangerously low tone, breath fanning over your neck in a way that sends shivers down your spine. Minghao traces methodical circles around your clit, and you can feel a warm wetness grow beneath your panties, causing the fabric to stick against your slick core.

You want to thrash in his arms and squirm into his hold—you want to let tears well up in your eyes and cry because everything’s feeling so good and you can’t think … can’t manage a single damn word.

“Feels—feels good,” you manage out in broken huffs of breath, legs spreading wider than you thought they could. Minghao chuckles as he lifts his head back to watch the way you tremble in front of him, and if you weren’t so dizzy on pleasure, you’d be burning from embarrassment.

“Yeah? Can make you feel even better if you …” He shrugs casually and gestures towards your dress and panties. “If you move some stuff out of the way.”

You don’t hesitate to yank at the straps of your dress, shoving them down haphazardly with trembling fingers. You’re on fire, if anything, and Minghao grins widely as he helps you desperately shimmy out of your clothes.

You start with the dress, flowy fabric slipping off your shoulders and falling down your stomach, finally pooling at your hips where Minghao takes control and pulls it off your legs. You’re left clad in only your panties which are now sheen with arousal, cool air pricking at your bare skin under the moonlight.

“Oh fairy,” Minghao nearily moans when you finally lay back down on the grass, tits bare and spilling all over your chest as your naked legs make room for him to sit between them. “So pretty … so naughty …”

“‘m not naughty,” you try to mumble, but the hoarse desperation in your voice gives you away. “J-just, wanna feel go—oh—good,” you finish with a heavy sigh when Minghao’s fingers are at your core again but this time, sliding your panties to the side to reveal your folds.

“Feeling good, huh pretty?” Minghao murmurs, not giving you a moment’s rest as he plunges his fingers right into the dripping mess. You cry out, back arching off the soft grass as you feel the length of his long, thick fingers slide between your pulsing folds.

“Oh, f-fu—” Your eyebrows furrow when you feel one finger circle around your glistening hole, causing your whole body to twitch with an ache you didn’t even know was possible to feel.

“Say it fairy, say it,” Minghao groans, hearing the dying words on your lips.

“It’s dirty,” you whimper, one hand shooting down to circle around his wrist as you try to guide his finger into your throbbing hole, but Minghao holds his stature firm.

“Say it, or I won’t make you feel good,” he threatens, and your eyes widen as a complaint bubbles at your throat. The way Minghao gives you that warning, predatory look shuts you right up.

“Oh—oh fuck,” you finally mewl. The way your plush lips let the word fall so kindly from your lips has Minghao’s head spinning, and he can’t even find it in him to control himself when he finally sinks his fingers into your hot cunt. “Minghao—”

“So scandalous, huh pretty?” Minghao asks you with condescension dripping from his tone as your eyes roll to the back of your head when he rubs his fingers against your gummy walls. “The perfect fairy … messing around with some fuckin’ mean-faced, bad, bad demon.”

“‘s’not like that,” you try to gasp out, core throbbing when he somehow sinks his fingers in deeper. Your legs writhe around Minghao, but his firm hand plants itself on your right thigh, pressing you down and into compliance.

He hums lowly, the sound rumbling deep in his throat as he watches you struggle to keep your composure; Minghao can see it already—the way your forearms tremble under your weight as you lose yourself to him entirely. “You sure fairy? ‘cause from what I’m seeing … it’s exactly like that.”

There’s a protest right at the tip of your tongue but then he grazes against this one spot inside your hot, tight cunt that has you crying out, head thrown back, eyes rolling all over the place until you’re panting: “M-Minghao it feels—oh, don’t stop!”

There’s a dark sort of grin that tugs at his plush lips as those words leave your mouth. With one eyebrow raised, he starts to fuck his fingers into you faster, thumb toying roughly with your clit as you mindlessly buck your hips into his hand. “Aw, my pretty’s gonna cum? You gonna cum?”

There isn’t a single thought in your mind, and even if there was, you wouldn’t be able to comprehend what Minghao was saying, yet still there’s that funny, burning feeling building in your stomach as all you know is that you don’t want to let it—you can’t let it stop. “Y-yeah,” you whimper as your walls tighten around his fingers. “Yeah … H-hao—I wanna cum.”

Minghao smirks at the slurred words, placing a kiss on your shoulder blade when he feels you spasm under him. “Cum for me, fairy,” he murmurs when you cry out his name, hands flying up to grip his shoulders as waves of pleasure crash down on you.

Broken words die at your lips as you erupt into high pitched moans , orgasm taking over you; Minghao sucks and nips at your neck until finally tracing his lips up to yours, engulfing you in a deep kiss as you ride out the high.

“There we go fairy, pretty fairy … looks so cute when she cums …” Minghao says once he finally pulls away, gazing down at your blown out eyes as you struggle to sit up right. Steadily, he lifts his hand from between your legs, tracing the warm stickiness across the insides of your thighs before holding it up in front of your face.

“Th-that’s—” You inhale deeply before continuing, still staring at the glistening arousal that coats his fingers. “—that’s embarrassing, Minghao,” you rush out, reaching out to swat his hand away, but he dodges and instead plunges the fingers in his own mouth.

His eyes don’t break away from yours, staring down at you in a way that has your sensitive core buzzing all over again with that sweet excitement. “You taste so good, pretty,” Minghao says lustfully, finally pulling his fingers out with a loud popping sound. He watches you carefully for a few moments—the way your pupils are dilated, your bare chest heaving gently, skin wearing a glossy layer of sweat, face flush with swollen lips …

Minghao wants to ruin you.

“You’ll let me do more, pretty?” he asks, and the way he peers down at you with dark, alluring eyes has your head nodding before you can even think to imagine what Minghao means by more. “Good fairy,” he purrs, crawling onto his knees back between your legs, nudging your thighs apart.

“What—what are we doing?” you ask him innocently, eyes widening when he reaches for the dark, ragged shirt that hugs his torso and pulls it off. Your first instinct is to reach out and touch because fuck, he’s beautiful, and you’ve always been one to admire the beautiful.

His body is firm with muscle, heavy round shoulders shining under the moonlight as you back into the ground. Minghao is on top of you now, hands on either side of your head as he hovers over you. “You’ll feel good,” he tells you, watching how you run your hands all over his sides as if you were a child being shown candy for the first time.

“Again?” you ask innocently, eyelashes batting up to look him in the eye as your hands instinctively find the waistband of his pants. Minghao lets one corner of his lips lift up in a half smile, nodding his head as if to tell you to go on.

“Yeah, again,” Minghao reaffirms, and you’d be lying if you didn’t squeeze your thighs just a little closer together at the thought. “We’ll feel good together,” he says, and oh this will mark the loss of your sanity, because something in your blood buzzes at the thought of Minghao feeling good right alongside you and you spiral.

Suddenly desperate, you’re yanking down his pants—you don’t even know what’s coming your way (have no clue really), but you also don’t care because you’re just so needy and you know (you just know) Minghao will give it all.

“There we go,” he coos, helping you out with one hand to shove down the dark pants and black underwear that sits beneath. His length springs out in an instant, firm as it hits against your inner thigh with a loud slapping sound that rings in your ears.

Eyes glossy as you mindlessly gaze down at him, your mouth watering at the mere sight of the flush red tip, milky white oozing out from the top and glittering under the minimal light. “You like the sight, fairy?” he asks, reaching to pinch your cheek lightly. Your nose scrunches up for a moment, but you soon lean into his touch when your eyes trail back down to his thick length.

“Y-yeah,” you admit bashfully, letting him shuffle closer between your legs until his length sits on your stomach, balls pressed against your puffy folds. The light contact has your head going dizzy already, and takes every ounce of self restraint to not moan at the feeling.

“G’na be right here here,” Minghao mutters, running his wet fingers over the base of his length, holding it up just to tap it back down on the base of your stomach. “Cock’s gonna fuck you all the way here,” and the thought of being so deep seems to be just as numbing to Minghao as it is to you because you catch the way he gulps down hard.

“Please,” you choke out when he shifts against you, his cock brushing against your throbbing clit a bit harder. “Please—fuck, I need it now, Hao—please.”

“Poor fairy,” Minghao groans, pulling his hips back so his cock no longer rests against your stomach but now slides between your sticky folds. “Poor, poor baby … begging a filthy demon for his cock.”

The way your cunt tightens around nothing at his words has you questioning everything anyone has ever told you, but the thoughts are wiped from your mind when his fat tip nudges against your now aching hole.

“Oh fuck, it’s s’big Minghao,” you murmur when he presses himself into you. “O-oh, I don’t—I don’ think s’gonna fit,” you gasp out when he slips in further, eyes stinging with tears of both pain and pleasure.

“You want to stop?” he asks, stilling his movements.

“No!” you exclaim, a little too quickly maybe, because your excitement has Minghao’s eyes darkening in a way that tells you you’re really in for it now. “I-I—no … I don’t want you to stop.”

“Hm,” Minghao hums while nodding. “Then there’s nothing to worry about,” he says casually in that low, gravely voice that has your breath getting stuck in your throat. “I’ll make it fit.”

Your legs tremble when he sinks his length into you even deeper, punching moans right out of your lungs and squirming under his arms until you feel his pelvis brush against your clit. You’re a babbling mess right now, Minghao having his chest pressed against yours as you whisper into his mouth about how it “feels so good,” how you “feel s’full,” how you’re “in love … so in love.”

“See fairy,” he murmurs, dragging his length out at a dangerously slow pace before shoving back into you at once so fast his balls slap against your skin with a harsh sting. “Made it fit, didn’t I?”

You wanna cry out and say yeah, yeah he fucking did, but your tongue feels like lead when you try to speak, only moans and squeaks of pleasure escaping your lips as his cock fucks into you faster. Minghao’s got one hand by your head, the other trailing all over your body—tracing the curves of your torso, cupping the flesh of your tits, playing with the sensitive nub of your nipple—you might as well be insane from the way your blood rushes at the feeling.

It’s so much—so, so, so much and you aren’t even sure how your body is taking it all, but there Minghao is, whispering sweet, dirty nothings by the shell of your ear.

“You like it? You like it don’t you fairy?”

“Wonder what the other fairies would think of this …”

“Moan louder pretty … put on a show for the whole damn forest, will you?”

It’s a muddled mess in your head, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you dig your heels into the ground to help thrust your own hips upwards to meet the snap of Minghao’s hips. The sloshing puddle of wetness between your thighs lets out obscene sounds that bounce off the trees around you. You wonder if you should be ashamed by how the sound makes your cunt clench.

“Put your hands up pretty,” Minghao grunts through sharp, pointed thrusts. The words fly over you for a moment, not understanding a bit of what he’s saying until his movements still and your eyes widen.

“W-what—why’d you—”

“Put your hands up.”

“S-sorry,” you moan in blind compliance, quickly lifting your hands and crossing your wrists above your head. Minghao’s larger hand is over them in an instant, pressing them into the soft grass as he goes back to fucking into you.

It’s messy now; hips jamming into hips in a passionately frantic pattern that has your body throttling in all kinds of directions until that familiar feeling balls inside of you once more. “Hao, ‘m gonna cum—”

“Wait. We’re supposed to feel together, right? Isn’t that right fairy?”

“Fuck!” you whine, hands thrashing under the strong hold Minghao has on you, desperate to touch him. “Don’t think I can wait, Minghao—oh—”

“You can do it fairy, do it for me,” he demands, punctuating the last word with a deep thrust that has your stomach feeling like it’s being pushed just to make room for him. “Hold it,” he orders, and you would be damned if you disobeyed Minghao, and so you dig your fingers into his back and pull him down for a deep kiss, trying to hold off from your impending orgasm.

He kisses you sloppily, and there’s tongue and teeth and lips all over each other until you’re both pantining into each others’ mouths. “Are you gonna cum?” you ask frantically when he pulls away, eyebrows furrowed with pure desperation. “Please—please, oh my g—Minghao, I need a cum!” you cry out as your walls begin to flutter and your legs begin to shake.

“Cum fairy—cum all over me,” Minghao groans when you tighten around his cock as he rails into you relentlessly, feeling his own end come near. “Lemme cum inside, pretty, fuck—”

Your mind spins at the thought of Minghao filling your hot cunt up and you can’t even think straight before you start to beg, “Yes, yes, yes please.”

“Fuck, gonna let me fill this fairy pussy all the way up, huh? Oh—pretty, fuck I’ll cum if you keep squeezing me like tha—oh.”

Something warm fills your core, walls spasming in an overstimulated mess as Minghao continues to fuck the oozing liquid back into you with vigor. “Shit—Minghao,” you whimper once his hips finally start to slow and eventually still, softening cock flopping out of your drenched folds.

His eyes are sharp as they watch you look up at him hazily. “That felt nice,” you murmur, swaying a little as the aftermath of two orgasms leaves you a trembling mess. Minghao is quick to reach for you, steadying you in his arms and onto his lap, bringing you in for a kiss.

It’s soft and sloppy, and you can feel your senses getting muddled up all over again as you cuddle into him. Minghao chuckles softly, looking down at your figure and then the dark trees that are around.

“Fuck, fairy …” He grins when he catches a glint of a dark eyed demon in the shadows. “You really put on a damn show, huh?”

(Minghao wonders how many times he’ll get to fuck you before Jeonghan starts telling the other demons about your guys’ little secret. Not that that’ll stop him anyways—he’s got the prettiest fairy in the whole damn forest at the palm of his hands, and he’d be damned if he let you go.)

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cinnajun · 2 years ago

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ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: arguments with zb1

a/n: omg i posted before midnight this is a big win

notes: yujin is not included due to his age!

wc | 1.9k

jiwoong

the best way i can describe an argument with jiwoong is “mature”

you guys don’t argue often at all so when you do there’s usually a good reason for you to be arguing

perhaps it has to do with your living situation, or you’re not taking an issue jiwoong talked to you about as seriously as he wants you to be, or you feel like he’s spending too much time away from you

whatever it is, your argument will last max 3 days

day one is reserved for sulking, and you might end up staying the night at a friend’s house while jiwoong sits with hao and hanbin and tries to work through what he’s feeling

day two is for thinking—both of you think through things rationally and take mental notes on what you did wrong and what you think was on the other person

then, day three is for talking it out. you’ll decide on a place to meet that isn’t home, and you’ll work through everything while not getting upset or saying something unwarranted.

then, afterward, you’ll go home together and do something light and fun to cheer the both of you up

things go back to normal within four days, and you don’t think about the issue ever again

zhang hao

fights with hao are not fun

hot take but i think he’s the type of person to ghost you when you make him too upset

so whatever you’re fighting over, be it the dishes or something he said, once he gets angry enough he will just walk out and not talk to you for a while

depending on how upset he is it can be anywhere from less than a day to three or four days with no contact between the two of you

so yeah this is kind of a red flag but you don’t fight literally ever so it doesn’t happen enough for it to be a big issue

and his reasoning for ghosting you is that he doesn’t want to say something he doesn’t mean and/or can’t come back from

hao knows he’s the type of person to just say something wildly untrue when he’s mad and his worst fear is doing that to you

he returns from his mental retreat so apologetically, even if you end up thinking you were more in the wrong

will bring you an apology gift (usually it’s flowers or some sort of sweet treat) and always has some big long speech prepared

you also apologize if you feel it’s warranted (which is almost every time)

things will go back to normal in max two weeks

hanbin

fights with hanbin are big and emotional

like super emotional

this man is so in love with you that you being the source of any negative emotions is really hard for him to stomach

and it’s likely that, for the course of your entire relationship, you’ll fight maybe once or twice at most

so the fight you have is big and possibly the result of a lot of pent-up emotions that built up over a long period of time

you’re the one to walk out, and he’s full-blown sobbing by the time that happens

he feels miserable for the next couple of days

you two don’t ghost each other but it’s minimal contact and you can barely look at one another without crying lol

hanbin will probably end up staying elsewhere and you’ll stay home, drowning your sorrows in ice cream while you cry on the phone with your friends

when you’re both sound enough to work it out, you two just kinda cry apologies at each other

when the time comes for you to actually talk it out, it’s pretty easy and you’re left wondering what exactly the fight was over in the first place

hanbin will kiss every single part of you after the wound is patched up

and then he’s attached to you for the next couple of days lol

things go back to normal in maybe three-ish weeks? like that’s when he stops being super clingy and you go back to regularly scheduled programming

matthew

fights with matthew are small

he seems like the type of guy to be able to talk out big issues without it blowing out of proportion

so any larger problems the two of you are like … worked out via controlled and calm conversation

then you will have a blowout argument over you losing one of the sweatshirts you took without asking (your mom took it to the dry cleaners and didn’t tell you)

your arguments are petty and it’s a lot of really fake words thrown back and forth

so it’s not like one of you is being unnecessarily mean to the other, it’s from both of you

you don’t talk for a couple of days (also mutual) and then your mom’s dry cleaning shows up with the sweatshirt in tow

you send him a picture of it with some tear stains on it and he’s like … are you crying

then he’ll show up at your house not even thinking about the sweatshirt, just the fact that he doesn’t like it when you cry

will do anything to get you to stop crying

apologizes 18 times and puts on the tear-stained sweatshirt while going “wow, it’s so clean!” in hopes that you’ll at least laugh

after he fixes the crying situation you apologize too and suddenly it’s like it never happened

things go back to normal in a week

taerae

fights with taerae are quiet

tbh i just think his anger/sadness/any negative emotion is quiet

there’s no yelling, no crying, no insults, no nothing

the argument itself will be a bunch of isolated statements paired with scoffs, rubbing your tumbles, and feeling exasperated

neither of you leaves to cool off, and you just sit in different rooms after the fact

the next day might be a bit awkward and taerae will be somewhat cold towards you (and it would be a lie to say you don’t reciprocate the same exact energy)

but at some point during the day, while you’re sulking and laying down in bed, taerae will come in and lay down next to you

starts off by saying sorry and then you talk things out while just … laying there

he’s neither the type of person to take all the blame nor the type of person to shove all the blame onto you

like you could be entirely at fault but he will distribute responsibility equally between the two of you

he’s just the type of guy who really does not like arguing so he will do whatever he can to fix it quickly

after you’re done talking you’ll go on a long drive together

it’s aimless and quiet, but he holds your hand the whole time :)

things go back to normal within 3 days

ricky

i think fights with ricky are turbulent

you never really know the direction they’re going to go in you know

you don’t necessarily fight often but it’s not like you never fight, either

i think it’s a healthy amount of bickering

somewhat like an old couple LOL

if you have a big argument, though, it’s pretty much the least fun you’ve ever had in your whole entire life

ricky isn’t the type of guy to yell and cry but he’s the type of guy to give you a look that makes you feel like crying

i also think he’d struggle to take everything you’re saying seriously so he might laugh in exasperation from time to time

which obviously makes you angrier

i think if you end up crying, though, ricky will have like a crazy moment of clarity where he’s like … oh shit

cue some crazy introspection

you’ll run off somewhere else in the house and he’ll just sit on the couch and think

he’s practically taking notes on the entire thing, and studying what he thinks was the most out-of-pocket for him to say and what he needs to apologize for

after he’s gathered his thoughts he’ll seek you out and ask if you’re okay sitting down and talking with him

and he will wait however long he needs to if you say no

he essentially says everything he feels necessary, ends it off with an apology and kisses your hand

then it’s over

things go back to normal within the day

gyuvin

you bicker with gyuvin a lot and 99.9% of the time it’s silly and super unserious

that’s the type of couple you are yk

so your fights are born out of your little, unserious arguments actually going a little bit too far, and they last soooo long

and most of it happens in front of your friends which isn’t nice either

it starts out very small, with little jabs at one another

keeps amping up for the rest of the night, and once you both leave whatever hangout you were at, all your friends are like … they’re gonna fight guys get ready

they’re right

you argue the entire way home and when he drops you off he doesn’t even give you a good night kiss, which makes things even worse

you continue arguing over text and into the next few days all while acting like everything is fine

meanwhile, you’re texting your friends (separately) like can you believe that he just said that? can you believe he’s pulling this shit?

finally they lock you two in a room and tell you to figure it out because your arguing is annoying

you will painstakingly be like “okay maybe i went too far” and he essentially does the exact same thing

and then he apologizes for not giving you a good night kiss that one time and everything is fine

things go back to normal in like 2 weeks but just keep in mind for the entire 2 weeks you were just being passive-aggressive with each other

gunwook

arguments with gunwook are born out of stress and aren’t really arguments

he’s a busy guy who’s doing a lot of things and sometimes he bites off more than he can chew

which isn’t nice because he refuses to be like “hey i might have to lay off boyfriend duties for a couple of days so i can work through all these commitments i made without thinking” because he thinks he’ll be a bad boyfriend because of it

essentially you’re not even aware he’s getting upset with you until the stress bubbles over one day

he accidentally tells you to leave him alone and let him work which makes you sad :(

but you do because you pretty much understand that he’s overwhelmed

but you’re still upset so you don’t just forgive him and move on because … idk … if he talked to you it wouldn’t have happened in the first place

is this petty … kind of yes but if you want things to change you need to put your foot down!!!

so you spend the next two or three days missing your boyfriend a miserable amount before he texts you saying “can we talk”

of course you can

you practically sprint to his house

and you talk!! and he apologizes for being mean to you while promising it won’t happen again

and gunwook learns from his actions so it really doesn’t happen again

things go back to normal in 3-4 days

thank you for reading !

tags: @happysmileybee @wtfhyuck

#cinna.txt #zb1 x reader #zerobaseone x reader #zb1 scenarios #zb1 reactions #zb1 headcanons #zb1 fluff #zb1 angst #jiwoong x reader #zhang hao x reader #hanbin x reader #sung hanbin x reader #seok matthew x reader #taerae x reader #ricky x reader #gyuvin x reader #gunwook x reader #req

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faithst · 1 year ago

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DEFINITION ♡ ZH

synopsis you've never really thought about hao as more than a friend and you never got why everyone had a crush on him until one question gave you all the answers

genre zhanghao x gn!reader, fluff, best friend hao warnings none wc 0.7k

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you never really understood why hao had so many fans wherever he went. sure, it could be his astounding violin skills or the scores on his report cards but this obviously wasn’t the case. you didn’t get why some people used you to get closer to him. in your eyes, hao was some normal, goofy guy. and you just couldn’t stop thinking about what made him super special.

it hadn’t been that long since you started being friends with him, maybe a couple years or so and hao has been nothing more than just a friend. others always thought you two were dating upon seeing how close you two were or the fact hao was never seen hanging out with someone other than you. whenever you denied these questions, they would always get so happy upon knowing hao is single.

as you were in deep thoughts, your friend nudged you “hey, are you even listening?” they said, quirking an eyebrow at you “oh yeah, my bad. continue!” you assure, pulling your full attention to them. they shake their head “anyways, as i was saying.. do you think i should ask hao out?” your head spun at the sudden question that unfortunately for you, has been asked countless of times. ‘how does he get all this attraction?’ “why do you want to ask him out..? he’s kinda weird, you know..” you knit your eyebrows together

“that’s even better, no? besides, haven’t you ever thought that he’s pretty?” this question played in your mind for the rest of the day ‘is hao.. pretty?’’ your thought bubble vanished into the air as hao sat down next to you “woah, someone’s thinking.” he smiles, laying his head on your shoulder. there was a brief moment of silence before he spoke up again “aren’t you gonna tell me what your thoughts were?”

you sigh, ‘should you tell him?’ well it possibly couldn’t hurt, right? “what do you think is ‘pretty’” you ask. hao lifted his head from your shoulder, quirking an eyebrow. you knew that confused face too well “i mean, how do you define pretty..? like, what do you find pretty?” hao thinks for a moment, pursing his lips as he taps a finger to his chin. he glances at you as he responds “i find a lot of things pretty.. like those flowers over there.” he points to the growing yellow flowers in the green patch of grass, it sure stood out and it definitely was pretty.

“but the definition of ‘pretty’ is quite difficult to explain..” he stops for a moment, hesitation shown all over his movements before fully turning to you “maybe you could tell me?” you furrow your eyebrows, did he really ask a question back to your question? “i asked that question first, though!” hao chuckles “yeah, but i thought you knew the answer to that.. cause you know, you’re pretty.”

did he just..? huh? did you mishear him..? you let out a laugh “you’re funny hao.” he scrunches up his face “i’m telling you the truth, though. you’re pretty.” he said it again, you’re not hallucinating. hao laughs at your widened eyes and your stiff state, standing up as he had somewhere else to go.

“i gotta head somewhere but do you think you could tell me the answer some time tomorrow..? maybe at that new café that just opened a few weeks ago.” he grins, picking up his bags and slinging it over his shoulders. god, he was smooth.

“are you- are you asking me out?” your eyes are practically coming out of your sockets. hao grins at your reaction “if you want me to!” he laughs, walking away from you “i’ll pick you up at 7!” you could hear his voice from the distance. he turned around and it’s as if you’re the only two left in the world.

finally getting why everyone had a crush on him. the way the sunset’s glow bounced off his skin and how his hair was ruffy yet put to the right places. how his features were soft and fit him so well. now you get why your friend said he was pretty. zhang hao is pretty, yet he thinks you’re the prettiest thing to define in this world.

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swallowtail-lotus · 11 months ago

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Fascination {Qin Shi Huang x Mitsuri!reader}

I know I posted this before, but since votes said yes, I'm reposting my written fics here!

Reader will only have Mitsuri's personality.

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After following Brunhilde and Göll to go see Buddha before he had to get his wounds patched up, you stayed with him a little longer to give him some candies you hid away and spoke to him for a short amount of time after being told politely to leave by the nurses.

You slowly walked to where you last seen the ravenette valkyrie and her sister, but ended up lost instead. You may be a deity, but unlike the rest of your fellow deities, you actually gave a damn about humanity and was against erasing them all. You also grew to love the valkyries and found them entertaining.

As you were lost in your own thoughts, you felt something was off and stopped. The wall on your left suddenly exploded, leaving a large hole and you cautious.

To your surprise, a man with a cloth wrapped around his eyes and wearing chinese attire walked out from the hole.

"Oh my... That human is strong."

This was the first thought upon seeing him. Looking at the rubble and the remains of the wall, you were about to step back to not let him know of your presence but...

"You! Show me where my waiting room is."

Too late, he knows. You froze, not knowing what to say. He's a human, but you felt a little scared.

Out of instinct, you stepped closer to him and pointed to the vip room by accident.

"Ah. That must be it. Come."

He said in an beckoning tone, not bothering to to say thank you. As he walked past you, you noticed how much shorter he was compared to you.

You absentmindedly followed the man, mentally taking in the features he had.

"Ah, his hair looks so soft! And his clothes are certainly pretty."

You squealed mentally, creating some distance from the nice looking sofa. You watched the man stroll past the two gods, Ares and Hermes and sit on the sofa.

"Hao! This is a splendid seat!"

The man spoke up, smiling widely. To you, he sounded quite playful. Almost like a child.

"Maybe if I get a closer look..."

You took some steps forward, blinking at the shorter man with curiosity.

"Wait... He looks familiar..."

You pondered, trying to remember why he was so familiar. The thought then came back. Brunhilde has shown you the list of humanity's fighters and you so happened to have to seen pictures of said fighters. Then the pieces came together...

"His name's Qin Shi Huang, if I remember correctly. Gah! Even his name sounds attractive!"

You cupped your face, feeling yourself flush at the thought. Though you tuned out the two Gods, you didn't tune out where the man named Qin Shi Huang had merely lifted his hand, flipping Ares on his back in just seconds.

To say you and Hermes were shocked was an understatement.

"Ah! That strength of his is captivating!"

Your glimmering eyes scanned Ares for any further injuries. Then you shifted your gaze to Qin, who pointed his clawed fingers at the ravenette God in front of him.

"Humble yourselves."

He spoke again. You blinked your glistening eyes at the man, feeling a rush of excitement build up inside you.

"He looks so dashing in that position! I just wanna hug him so bad!!"

You hid your face from them, embarrassed about your fascination with the human.

"It matters not what this place is..."

Qin crossed his legs on the sofa, pointing his two clawed fingers downwards, as if to hint at something...

"You're in the presence of an emperor. The throne is where I sit."

This irked both gods, but you tried to walk away to not disturb them any further.

"And where do you think you're going?"

You stopped in your tracks. You thought he may have forgotten about you and just needed to find this place. Oh, how wrong you are...

"A beauty like you deserves to sit next to an emperor. Come back."

He demanded. You walked back to Qin without giving a second thought, plopping yourself beside the man. If speaking was enough to fluster you, sitting next to him made it worse.

"Wait did he just call me a beauty?!"

#i love him💕💕💕#he's hot 🥵#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok qin shi huang #ror qin shi huang #snv qin shi huang #mitsuri reader

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mothertaeraesa · 1 year ago

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zb1 as summer activities

pairing: ot9 x gender neutral reader

genre: blurb format, nonidol verse, summer au, fluff

warnings: slightly suggestive in matthew's, yujin's can be read as platonic or romantic

word count: 1.5k

kim jiwoong | camping

The smell of smoke and wood wafts to your nose, as you peek your head up from the top of the hammock that’s attached to two red maples. You watch Jiwoong silently while he chops a few more pieces of wood before tossing them on top of the roaring flames from the fire pit. Discarded pans and dishes are off to the side from the filling dinner of meat and ramen that your boyfriend had so generously prepared all by himself. You had insisted on helping him cook and clean, but Jiwoong, ever the gentleman, made sure you didn't lift a finger at all this trip and had done everything himself. "Woongie," you call faintly. "Yes, my love?" Jiwoong pauses his movements and gives you his full attention with a smile. "Come cuddle with me and then let's make s'mores?" The man drops everything and hurries over to you, nearly toppling on top of you before planting a kiss to the crown of your head. "Anything for you."

zhang hao | pool party

"Marco!" Sounds of "polo" are shouted back in various pitches and noise levels, as you and your friends splash around in the water. Blue skies bleed into hues of oranges and pinks while you all have spent the whole day getting wrinkly in Ricky's pool. Feeling thirsty from all the games, you slip out and grab your towel, drying off before sitting on the edge while sipping your cold drink from the cooler. You watch Taerae get attacked by a closed-eyed Matthew as a finger taps your thigh. Hao stands waist-deep in front of you with his mouth open, making indistinguishable noises, but you catch onto what he wants. Pouring the rest of the drink in his mouth, you discard the can to the side before leaning down to plant a peck on the man's lips. The drink lingers with the faintest taste of chlorine, but it's only a momentary thought, as Hao's laugh fills the air while he suddenly tugs you by the hand back into the water.

sung hanbin | blueberry picking

It’s sunny and swelteringly hot outside. Sweat drips down your forehead, and you can’t help but wipe it with the back of your hand in slight disgust. You wonder how you ended up here, a somewhat crowded blueberry patch during such a humid summer day. But then you glance over across the bush at Hanbin who has a wide and excited grin on his face. “Look at this one!” He exclaims excitedly, holding up a big, ripe blue one for you to see. You nod at him, an enamored look in your eyes. You guess that you could deal with the bugs and uncomfortable stickiness on your skin if it means seeing Hanbin happy like a kid in a candy store. You both fill up two large buckets with the sweet berry and take them home, making blueberry pie, muffins, tarts, and jam.

seok matthew | carnivals

The bright lights from the tents down below look like twinkling stars from up above, as you, Matthew, and the giant stuffed bear that he had won squish into the ferris wheel cart. You eagerly point out all the places you both had been that night when you get a better view, and Matthew watches you adoringly with a smile. When you're finally at the top, he snakes an arm around your waist before leaning in for a long kiss. "You know about the rumors?" He murmurs quietly against your lips, eyes locked onto yours. Heat rises to your cheeks at the close proximity as you shake your head silently. "They say that if you kiss on top of the ferris wheel, your relationship will last forever." The man goes in for another, taking his sweet time before peppering delicate kisses across your jaw until his lips linger by the shell of your ear. "I guess that means you're mine for eternity."

kim taerae | farmer's market

You and Taerae walk hand in hand through the rows upon rows of stalls selling everything from freshly baked goods to blooming flowers. A loaf of sourdough, ruby red apples, prosciutto, some cheese, and a blanket sit in your tote bag on Taerae's shoulder for the picnic that was planned for later. The two of you had made it a habit to wake up early on Sundays to take a walk, go to your favorite cafe for brunch, and then head over to the weekly farmer's market. There was something domestic about the little routine you both had fallen into, and you definitely didn't mind the quiet coos that grannys would offer on the street about how much of an adorable couple you two were. Taerae suddenly stops in front of a booth selling mason jars of wildflowers and instantly hands the owner some cash, insisting you pick out your favorite with a kiss to your temple.

shen ricky | beach day

The sound of waves crashing against the sand are like white noise in your ears, as you lay out under the beating sun. Your skin feels warm from spending the afternoon outside, but you sense a presence and jump a little at the cold drops that fall onto you. “You gonna come in the water?” Ricky asks while a hand runs through his hair, more droplets hitting you as he shakes his head like a wet dog. “Maybe in a little bit,” you reply, taking in the sight of the blonde boy before you. a thin silver chain falls down the slope of his neck and rests just above his bare chest. His swim trunks fit him well and are in a light rose shade that he had boughten after you had offhandedly mentioned that you thought he looked good in the color. “Like what you see?” There’s a slightly smug tone in his voice as he catches you staring. “You look nice.” In one swift motion, Ricky picks you up and throws you over his shoulder with ease, moving towards the water and threatening to drop you in unless you give him a better compliment than just “nice.”

kim gyuvin | dog walking

"Buttercup, please don't bite eumpappa's ear!" You hear your boyfriend's voice before you see him, but the sight before you causes Gyuvin to whine as you nearly double over in tears. "Babe, how did this happen?" The brunette gives a sheepish smile, tips of his ears red, while you help untangle him from the many dog leashes wrapped around him. Gyuvin had decided to take up dog walking as a summer side job to make some extra money to take you out on dates. He had thought it was a brilliant idea considering that he already walked eumpappa, so what were a few more pups? Well, a few more soon turned into five which then turned into eight, and although Gyuvin was too prideful at first to ask for your help, you eventually got the call to meet him outside of his apartment complex with the promise of ice cream in return. You supposed it all worked out in the end, as you got to spend time with cute puppies and your even cuter boyfriend.

park gunwook | camp counselors

Gunwook throws a glance over at you once and a while, finding it cute how your face scrunches up in concentration as you make your bead bracelet. Originally, the boy had come over to sit next to you, but you had banished him to the other side of the arts and crafts hall, declaring that he wasn’t allowed to peek at what you were going to work on. So here Gunwook was, pouty and a bit sulky, as he waited patiently for you to finish whatever you were doing so he could spend some time with you. The second he sees you snipping the thin string with scissors, he rushes over like an eager puppy. “Here, I made this for you.” Taking his large hand in yours, you slip the bracelet that adorns your name onto his wrist. Before you can say anything else, Gunwook repeats the action, wordlessly giving you the one he had made too. You peak at the letters with a smile. Gunwook.

han yujin | lemonade stands

"Yujin, aren't you a little too old to run a lemonade stand?" Slowly pulling your sunglasses down and peering over them, you stare a bit incredulously at the boy sitting in the children's chair that's clearly too small for him. "I-I'm just helping out my cousin..." He manages to stutter in a bit of embarrassment, rubbing the nape of his neck and avoiding eye contact. You readjust your sunglasses and notice the little girl coming back out of the house with a plastic pitcher filled to the brim with the citrusy drink. "I'll take three." You say suddenly, pulling out the proper amount and handing it to Yujin, as he snaps out of his daze. The little girl perks up at the influx of business, eagerly pouring three cups. You leave a generous tip in the plastic jar and hand her one of the cups before taking a seat in the grass of the lawn beside Yujin. Sipping on the cool liquid, you extend the extra cup to him with a smile.

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apathetic-pixel-42 · 10 months ago

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Hiiii its me again I was wondering if you can make Hao x fem reader where she's In the great spirit with hao?(hope you have a good day/night drink water)

Hi again!! Thank you for your request, sorry for the inactivity! School's been keeping me busy, but I hope you enjoy!! <3333333

Hao Asakura Inside The Great Spirit With Reader ⭐

If he hadn’t planned this before hand, he’d be internally panicking. He’d interrogate you, asking how you managed to make it to his area of the Great Spirit.

He’d watch you defy his powers, a look of shock and embarrassment on his face. After the initial confrontation, he’d calm down and ease into your presence.

He’d lower his voice, asking you if you’d like to return to the living world with Yoh and the others. You can imagine his surprise when you ask to stay with him.

He’d be a little distant at first, moping around as he watched Yoh and the others live their lives. Eventually, he’d settle into his new routine of hanging out with you.

He’d watch you mess around with your newfound mind powers, occasionally letting out a small chuckle at your shenanigans.

If he had planned on bringing you into the Great Spirit, he’d be a lot more comfortable. After all, he had already planned for you to be his partner from the beginning.

However, if he hadn’t planned this, then he’d be forced to confront his feelings. After all, he can’t read your mind anymore, so he can’t tell what you’re thinking.

Once he got over himself and confessed (if he hadn’t already), he’d start being more affectionate. Given his newfound spiritual status, he can literally do whatever he wants.

He’d occasionally pop in on the mortal realm, watching Yoh and Anna live their lives together. Sometimes he’d bring you with him, sitting beside you with Matamune on his lap.

He’d constantly think about the deal he made with Yoh: convincing Hao not to destroy the world. He knew it was practically impossible to accomplish, but he watched his brother do as much as he could to make the world a better place.

He’d listen as you cheered Yoh on, entertaining your hope despite his beliefs. He’d rarely talk about his opinion on humanity, knowing that you preferred to not hear his pessimistic ideologies.

His mom would occasionally come visit, much to his dismay. Though, inside, he felt his heart melt as he watched you get along with his mom. It makes him happy inside.

He’d also entertain you whenever you got bored. The Great Spirit isn’t exactly the most fun place in the world, so he’d spend a lot of time with you in order to keep you sane. He’d also let you explore, but he always makes sure to keep an eye on you.

He’d occasionally have to deal with members of the patch popping in and interrupting his time with you. It irritates him, but you help calm him down pretty quickly.

Overall, he’d keep you company whether he wanted to or not.

#shaman king x reader #hao asakura x reader #headcannons #hao asakura

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gyubasevin · 2 years ago

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zerobaseone as romance tropes :)

pairing; zerobaseone x reader

warnings; lowercase intended, hao's is veerryyyy suggestive

genre; mostly fluff!! a little angst

notes; when i tell u i have been writing this for like a week+ now i’m sick and tiredddd 😭 i’m so happy w all of them though!!! i’m sorry if gunwook and yujins are kind of ass bc i really just wanted to get this writing over with 😭 the quote before also if just regarding the trope itself!!! THANK YOU and i hope u enjoy <3

zhang hao - forbidden love

"if it's so wrong then why does it feel so good?"

you had lost count of just how many days out of the week you ended up this way, but here you were again, tangled up in hao's sheets, sweat dripping down your face as the two of you had just finished up. this moment was all too familiar to you, the look on the sweet boys face as he stared down at you, the musky smell in the room the two of you had created filling your nostrils, your senses felt overwhelmed by him as your entire body shook a bit. hao never was the best with words but you knew exactly how he felt, you didn't need him to speak to see the way tears began to well up in his eyes as he looked at you, waiting for you to say something, searching for some kind of an answer.

both of you struggled to find any words though, now was the time you both sat in silence as the air filled with regret and longing. you both knew that you shouldn't be here right now. as much as it hurt you just couldn't let him go so you always came knocking on his door yet again, it wasn't you're fault that he always opened it, or that he always slowly trailed his fingertips up your thigh while you were sitting there talking.

by time you snapped out of your thoughts hao had buried his face in your neck, "im sorry" he mumbled and you could feel the wet patches growing on the pillow under your head, he was crying. "shh.. i know." you comforted him instinctively, wrapping your arms up around him and playing with the hair on the back of his head as you teared up yourself. "i love you, hao. more than words." you hummed quietly in his ear. his grip tightened around you as you just held each other for the rest of the night, somehow managing to slip out of his grip and out the door before he woke up the next morning.

sung hanbin - brothers best friend

"don't worry, i won't tell him how you really feel about me."

"oh god!" you yelped softly, a hand quickly covering your eyes as you come to realize what exactly you just saw. "what kind of person showers and doesn't lock the door?!" you yelled in a panic, you had just arrived home from spending time with some friends and hadn't realized that your brother taerae had some company over. unfortunately it wasn't just any company either, it was his best friend of many years, they grew up together. when you were all younger hanbin would always stay over and he just treated you like his own annoying little sibling, teasing you the same way taerae would but since you had gotten older the two of you don't speak much at all. your interactions mostly consisted of you staring at his handsome face from afar, he wasn't the cutest when you were kids but he grew up well, a little too well.

that is until right now, when you had just walked in the bathroom on the older boy wearing only a towel around his waist and running his hands through his hair in the mirror. "what kind of person just busts in the bathroom without knocking?" hanbin shoots back at you although he is nowhere near as panicked as you are, he doesn't even seem to have really cared, "and why are you still standing here?" you just then realized as you heard his words. you were just standing there with the door hung open, maybe just secretly peaking at him through your fingers. your face was bright red, why were you just standing there?

you slowly lowered your hand from your face as you stared at him in the mirror, not really knowing what to do or say even though you knew that by now you should be running away. hanbin couldn't help the sly smirk that made its way to his pink lips, "i'm so telling taerae." you couldn't even react before he darted past you towards your older brothers room, leaving you stood stuttering. taerae always hated the idea of you and hanbin being alone so he wouldn't love this.

kim jiwoong - forced proximity

“you can stop acting now, they already called cut.”

who would have thought that you would be in this position? finally having almost completely wrapped up filming for the drama you had been casted as a lead in a few months prior. although the position you were referring to was your current one, sat down in your dressing room as you stared at your co-star kim jiwoong in the mirror in front of you both, casually touching up your makeup still. current one that consisted of you sitting in front of the mirror in your dressing room, looking back at your co-lead kim jiwoong. the relationship between the two of you was.. complicated to say the least. when you first started filming and met you absolutely could not stand the boy who’s reflection was so clear to you in this very moment. jiwoong always seemed to just care about himself, too cocky for his own good and nothing but a smartass most of the time, he swore it was just how he messed around but you never could find it very funny. you could easily remember how it started but you couldn’t seem to remember where those feelings started to become blurry. when had you started seeing him in a different light?

it was probably halfway through filming, a month or two ago, when you finally realized that maybe you didn’t dislike jiwoong as much you once did. the way you would look at him felt different, the way he would wrap his hands around your waist for a scene started to feel more personal, more so the way your lips would linger a few seconds, begging his to come back if for only another second became more of a sinking feeling in your stomach even after the cameras had stopped rolling. conveniently enough the drama you two were in was about falling in love with your boss/coworker.. funny huh? at first you resented to be around jiwoong but in this moment all you could feel were butterflies and chills down your spine, begging him to stay. you were snapped out of your thoughts as he cleared his throat behind you, forgetting that you had yet to even say anything to him since he walked in even though you were staring right at him.

you panicked a bit and dropped the makeup brush you had been holding on the table as you spun around in your chair to face him, “sorry! is everything okay?” you asked in a slightly squeaky voice, jiwoong never came to see you, you really never saw each other unless you were actually working at the moment. he just raised his eyebrows as he was surprised to see your reaction, “sorry i didnt meant to scare you-“ he put a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing. regardless of how you felt on the inside, you had no idea how jiwoong felt so you kept up the kind of annoyed act whenever he was around, you rolled your eyes and spun back around to look at yourself in the mirror, touching up your hair, “if you only came to laugh at me then i will just see you later.” you avoided eye contact with him, focusing really hard on your hair. he chuckled a bit and took a step closer to you, resting his hands on the back of your chair, “of course that’s not why i came,” he began, “the director just came and asked me to pass on the message, our scene from yesterday ended up being no good so we are gonna have to film it again before we start today..” he hummed quietly. your eyes opened a little too wide, hating the idea of filming it again. the scene was one where the two characters finally confess their feelings to one another and at the end things end up getting pretty.. hot. you could barely stop yourself from going crazy the first time. “although im sure you don’t mind at all huh?” you hadn’t even noticed he had leaned down to whisper in your ear until you heard him, his eyes felt as if they were searing into your skin in the mirror. “what- of course i do-“ you began to ramble defenses before you were cut off, “filming starts in 10.” he winked at you in the mirror before turning his back stopping at the door to turn and say one last thing before he disappeared out of your sight, leaving your jaw on the floor nearly, “oh and this time, try not to leave so many marks on my neck, my makeup artist just had to really work for her salary.”

kim taerae - highschool sweethearts

“other people wait their entire lives, how did i get so lucky to find you early?”

“taerae pleeaasseeee” you dramatically whined as you rolled around on your boyfriends bed, he had been sitting at his desk “finishing up” his work since you had come over straight after school. “baby, i told you i’ll come lay with you as soon as i’m done.” he sighed softly, feeling bad but knowing he needed to get his work done. you and taerae had been together a since you were freshman in highschool, now sophomore in college together. he was your first boyfriend ever and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. the two of you had met through your mutual friend park hanbin, when you think about taerae that young it still makes you giggle a little bit. he definitely had a glow up, when you met he was a chubbier kid with glasses and the cutest dimples you had ever seen, by time you graduated the entire female population was drooling over him. he was always so sweet, letting you use his mechanical pencils when you lost yours since he knew you hated the wood ones, or making sure to leave little notes in your shared locker to surprise you when he got the chance considering you were always attached at the hip, it was something straight out of a movie. you did argue every here and there but who didn’t?

you couldn’t help but sit and daydream over your own boyfriend, quite literally giggling and kicking your feet. “what are you laughing at?” taerae turned in his chair to tilt his head at you, a sweet closed mouth smile on his face. you sat up in your spot on the bed rather quickly as you shook your head, “oh nothing… are you don’t yet?” you pouted just a little bit at him. he gave you an apologetic look as he glanced between you and the computer on his desk a few times. “please?” you huffed, “just take a break, i miss you.” he couldn’t help the full smile that made its way to his face, “you miss me when i’m sitting right in front of you?” he laughed quietly but got up out of his seat, a smile coming to your own face now as you realized he was finally giving in. “of course, i miss your…” you searched up and down his body, your eyes landing on one of your favorite features of his, “..lips.” he had finally made it to the edge of the bed near where you were, you couldn’t help but reach up and cup his cheeks, pulling him down to attach your lips in a sweet kiss which he happily returned, climbing into the bed next to you. you repositioned yourselves a bit to lay comfortably, lay laid on his back and opened his arms for you, obviously you accepted the invitation and rested your head on his chest.

“don’t you ever get tired of me?” he joked with you as he began to run his fingers through your hair, even though the two of you had been inseparable for around 6 years now, the true answer was no. “tired? of you?” you looked up at him as if he was insane, “no way, i’m the luckiest person alive to have you.” you said sweetly as you reached your hand up to rest on his cheek, caressing it with your thumb as you stared into his eyes. “i love you” he mumbled softly, still making your heart melt as if it was the first time. you leaned in to kiss the dimple on his left cheek before kissing his lips again lovingly. “i love you more.”

seok matthew - right person, wrong time

“it will always be you, it always has been.”

seok matthew.. a name that made your heart well up with love as well as sink to your stomach with sorrow. you were overwhelmed with different emotions as you were sat silently in his passenger seat on the way to the airport. your head hang low as you gripped onto his hand for what felt like dear life, wishing that the car wasn’t moving so fast, that there wasn’t a boarding time for the plane you needed to catch, that you could stay here in his car for the rest of time. originally from and working in canada where you had met matthew to being with, you had received a once in a lifetime job offer in the states. of course matthew understood, he wanted nothing but the best for you and he knew that you would be a fool to pass up this opportunity. as much as you loved one another, you knew with how busy you would be and stressed as it is that it would be best if the two of you took a break for now, knowing you wouldn’t be able to keep up with him and give him the love and affection he needed.

your eyes squeezed shut as you finally felt the car come to a stop, ready to drop you off, hoping that if you squeezed hard enough once you opened them you would be back at matthews apartment, head on his chest and waking up from what currently felt like a nightmare. you could feel the tears well up in your eyes as he squeezed your hand, “well.. this is it..” he mumbled softly, not really knowing what else to say. you looked over at him and bit your lip softly as you tried to hold the tears in, “i love you..” you whispered in the dead silent car despite all of the airport sounds around. “i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you-“ you began to repeat yourself as you leaned over, turning him to face you and planting kisses all over his face. you hadn’t even notice the tears start to fall, this was the hardest decision you have ever had to make. matthew was pretty good at holding himself together, just enjoying the kisses as he was given them before he finally rested his hands on your face to stop you, “i know. i know you do, baby,” he mumbled softly as he leaned in to kiss your lips sweetly, tasting the salty tears that belonged to you after he pulled away. you were surprised you could see his own tears coming into the scene, “i love you, too.” he whispered sweetly.

you would miss matthew more than you could even really begin to say. you both knew deep down that this wouldn’t be the end for the two of you, nobody could make you feel the way that he did, it was unlikely you would even date after him, that is until you meet again. “please find me, y/n.” you could hear the break in his voice, of course neither of you had any idea when or where it would be that you met again but you couldn’t wait for the day to come. “i promise.” you nodded as you rested your forehead again his, just savoring the way his skin felt against yours, the way his scent filled your nose one last time.

ricky - the one that got away

“please? i swear i’d never let you go again.”

when you had first heard of boys planet you were beyond excited, always having been a fan of survival shows, as much of a fan as you can be anyways. you counted down the days until the 98 contestants would be announced, it was only when you checked out the list that you wish you hadn’t. ricky? your ricky?.. well not really yours anymore. your phone was blowing up with messages from anyone around your age when the lineup was announced, all of your friends beyond curious what your thoughts were about your ex being on boys planet. it’s not like you had ever intended to break up with ricky, he had totally misunderstood a friendship of yours with another guy.

despite ricky being on the show you continued to watch it all the way through, obviously he was your #1 pick regardless and you voted for him everyday voting was open. the relief you felt for him when his name was announced as p04 in the final was overwhelming, tears welling up in your eyes. afterwards you found yourself staring at your phone, staring at his contact, simple as it sounds all you could manage to text him was “congratulations!”, he read it a few hours later and that pretty much was it. left on read, staring at the screen and feeling any last bit of hope you had left leave your body, knowing you would just have to support him from afar now.

kim gyuvin - summer love

“you make me the happiest i’ve ever been.”

how did you ever get so lucky yet so unlucky at the same time? the two of you were sat with your toes in the water at the beach, the same way you had been all summer. you came to stay with a family member right by the beach for the summer, just wanting to get away from home for awhile and you had no idea what was waiting for you when you got there, more so WHO was waiting for you, and by waiting for you i mean just going to the beach everyday like always but becoming your favorite sight to see at the same time. kim gyuvin was everything you could ever want in a guy, to this day you had no idea how managed to bag him but you weren’t complaining even a little bit.

one day you were just playing in the sand, which was bit childish but turns out there’s not as much to do at the beach as you initially had thought. before you knew it a huge volleyball came hurdling at you, hitting you right in the side of the head, not that you could complain though because along side it came a tall, brown headed boy who was unbelievably apologetic, instructing his friend to go get you an ice pack while he stayed and made sure you were okay.

“come on” you hadn’t even realize gyuvin had stood up from his spot, holding his hand out to you. you tilted your head at him, honestly scared as to what he might have planned. he playfully rolled his eyes and shook his hand, insisting you took it, “come onnn, y/n. i just want to go walk through the water.” gyuvin reached closer towards you. “you never just want to go walk through the water.” you mimicked him with a laugh but nonetheless gave him your hand and allowed him to pull you up. he took both of your hands in his, slowly walking deeper into the ocean while keeping his eyes on you. “i’m not wearing my swimsuit, gyuvin. if you have anything planned-“ you were silenced by a pair of soft, plump lips meeting your own. you felt his hands let go of yours to rest on your waist instead, your own wrapping up around his neck. “shh, you’re so worried all the time.” he mumbled softly against your lips, leaving sweet little kisses all over your face, the entirety of it turning red as you failed to stop yourself from blushing so much. you felt as if you were melting looking into his brown orbs, you could easily recognize the love they held, he looked at you as if you were his favorite thing in the entire world and it was true, he adored you more than he ever could make himself admit. he leaned down to rest his forehead against yours, leaving one last soft kiss on your nose before his face quickly turned evil, suddenly lifting you up out of the water and allowing both of you to fall down into. you squealed on the way down, plugging your nose in a hurry before you rushed back to the surface, staring at gyuvin with rage as you wiped the water from your eyes. he always was shaking the water out of his hair, giving you his normal sheepish smile, “i tripped?”

park gunwook - academic rivals

“i cant help that you suck?”

“oh come on, y/n..” gunwook whispered so only you could hear, “i am going so easy on you right now, what’s wrong with you today? are you letting me win?” you thought if he kept talking steam might actually start coming from your ears. the two of you were currently stood up at the white board, answering a complex math problem as you had just been the unlucky ones to be picked for the job. you could not stand park gunwook, ever since you were kids he had always been juuust a step above you academically and that drove you crazy. you studied your hardest, countless nights with no sleep, more than anything not wanting to be second to him for once.

it didn’t help at all that gunwook was incredibly cocky. rightfully so maybe.. but who even cared that he was crazily athletic? and smart? and… really good looking… and.. what were you thinking about?.. right! regardless, he didn’t need to be half as arrogant as he was. it was as if he was the worst person on earth 99% of the time, but it was that 1% when he would let you borrow a pencil, or give you studying tips, or help you with your work when even you found it too hard as 2nd rank in your class, that made it impossible to hate him deep down, that kept you daydreaming about him more often than you would like to admit. although you would never be caught saying any of this out loud.

you shut your eyes and let out a deep breath, “please shut up.” you mumbled softly as you opened your eyes trying to resume your math problem. you didn’t even need to look over as you already could tell he had a smirk on his handsome.. incredibly frustrating face. you both finished up, turning to face the class while the teacher looked over your work. after just a few moments it was announced to the class that your math was correct while gunwooks was a bit off. your jaw nearly hit the floor, you got it right and he didn’t? you looked over at him in confusion, “oh.. i’m sorry, i’ll study harder.” he smiled apologetically to the teacher as he pretended to sulk back to his seat, you also going back to your own but sparing him a glance before sitting down, “you’re welcome.” he mouthed with the same smug look from earlier appearing. could he be more annoying?

han yujin - boy next door

“what about the new boy next door? he’s cute, right?”

it had been just 6 months or so since your new neighbors had moved in, about the same amount of time since you had started to sit out on your balcony at night to read whatever book you were into at that time. you used to enjoy to sit there anyways but now you had a bit of.. motivation to say. you gathered your book as usual, sure to grab your notepad as well before going to sit outside on the swing which was on the balcony. it didn’t take long of your reading before you noticed him sitting at his desk behind a window directly across where you were sitting. it’s not like you were stalking yujin at all, the two of you were friends and he kept his curtains shut when he didn’t want to talk but little did you know he looked forward to these nights just as much as you did, sometimes even pretending to do homework at his desk when he really didn’t have any.

“like what you see? :)” you had hardly noticed you were staring until yujin finally held up his notebook with those words on it. you put your head in your hands for just a moment as your face turned bright red, “in your dreams maybe” you pulled out your own pen and notepad to reply back to him, both of you sharing a laugh as he read. “you know it :(“ he wrote back, bringing a finger to his eye and motioning as if a tear was falling. “are you coming over tomorrow?” you wrote down before flipping the notepad towards him, changing the subject as your face was red enough already. your parents were having a get together they invited the neighborhood to just to celebrate the start of summer together tomorrow. “will you miss me if i don’t?” yujin wrote back, tilting his head and giving you a cheeky smile of sorts. “of course not!” you wrote, acting offended with your hand on your chest that he would even inquire about such things, although it was obvious you were joking. “there’s your answer then” he replied back with a shrug, shutting his notebook and standing up to wave and close his curtains. you couldn’t help the slight frown that found it’s way to your face as he was gone so quickly, again trying to get yourself into reading the book you had brought along. it was probably about half an hour later when you finally were ready to go back inside and just glanced at yujins window one last time, the notebook now in front of the closed curtains with “goodnight, see you tomorrow <3” written on the paper.

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