#Taeyang fanfiction

[yyawnjun]

KISS IT OFF ME

choitaeyang x reader; summary: two best friends in a room, they might kiss? ; warnings: mention of alcohol and cheating (yn gets cheated on) (not theo !!); best friends to lovers ; the urge to write theo's pov is real now; 2.7k wc ; @kflixnet; biggest shot out to my fav girl, supporter and proofreader lia ( @sobun1est !! ) ; her comments and energy gave me the will to post this, the biggest thanks to her <3

Endless tears poured down your cheeks as the hiccups, a sign of your near panic attack, took hold. You tried to rationalize what you saw while attempting to figure out where you could go now, with the bowl of ice cream, tears in your eyes, and a broken heart.  

On that summer evening, you ran away from your boyfriend's (now ex-boyfriend's) home. That evening, you had confirmation of one of your worst worries and doubts that you had been attempting to ignore for far too long. 

You had been suspicious of his behavior for a time, but you had always tried to ignore your suspicions and trust him. But your trust was brutally shattered when you witnessed him carry a girl out of his car and kiss her.

Your heart had jumped, your hands trembled along with your entire body, and ultimately, your head had almost unconsciously directed your legs to move as far away from the place as possible (not before dumping your water bottle into that boy). You then turned to go.

At that exact moment, you let the tears flow and turned towards your place, where you feel most comfortable of all: your best friend's house, from your closest friend Choi Taeyang. 

During the walk, no music could distract you from the overwhelming sense of betrayal you felt. You promised yourself that you would bear this exhausting pain. But in the end, in that moment of misery, what happened to those empty promises?

You repeated it to yourself as if it were a mantra, persuading yourself that it wasn't that bad. You intermingled insults and sobs, but you attempted to remain calm as you walked with your head held high and your cheeks as crimson as your eyes. You arrived like this after walking for almost an hour in front of Taeyang's door. At that point, the shame became obvious. Your conditions were awful, the ice cream had melted, and it was 11 pm. Maybe he wasn't even home? Maybe he went out with friends, or maybe he was still at the gym?

While these thoughts tormented you, your hand was moved by an unknown force and rang the bell. "who's this?" His voice was enough to make you gradually collapse. 

You just started crying while trying to say your name. You were tempted to hold back your feelings because you felt pathetic. However, it was too late to back out. You were slowly sitting on the floor, hoping Theo hadn't heard you so you could think straight about what to do. But before you could touch the ground, you listened to the door open and saw his figure approaching you.

"yn? are you ok?" He questioned you in a worried tone after approaching closer as soon as he could. You looked up, and as soon as your eyes linked, he spotted the blush on your face. He didn't notice your runny makeup or messy hair. He realized that there was something deeper behind the tears, some pain that was less obvious than what you wanted to show. "Let's go inside," he said without giving you a chance to reply. You stood up, gathered your belongings, and followed him into the home, your gaze lowering. Only then did you notice that he was wearing short black pajama trousers and a huge white shirt, and his hair was soaked. 

Could he have just gotten out of the shower? You confirmed your theory as soon as you entered the flat, where the lights were brighter and you could see his shirt clinging to his chest. It was almost transparent because of all the water that it absorbed... allowing you to see his rangy figure and his well-defined muscles... You instantly shifted your sight to his face for fear of being caught staring at him too long.

However, you also lost yourself while looking at his face. He was busy putting his wet hair into a rash ponytail while he wondered about what would have been the best thing to say. You were sitting in your normal seats, facing each other at his small kitchen table. He had silently given you some tissues and a glass of water. He had noted that your breathing had returned to normal and that your lost look was now more apathetic than the anger and despair that he had seen previously.

Minutes had passed, and none of the you two spoke. It was a strange silence in which you had a chance to not think about your pain and leave yourself vulnerable in front of him. "Do you want some cereals?" he asked. "Cereals?" you ask confused. "Yeah, I bought your favorites as well," he replied. You remember the ice cream that you still hold in your hands, and you gave it to him. "Ice cream soup, yummy," he said, mocking you. You smiled as you looked at him placing the ice cream in the freezer.

"You want to talk?" he inquired as he arranged your bowl of milk and cereal. "Milk first and then cereal," you said, pointing out that he was doing the opposite. "Come on, let's discuss seriously. It's cereal and then milk," he said, raising his brow and shaking his head. "We'll never agree on this huh," you stated swiftly before launching into another fight over that existential topic. So you sat down to eat some cereal at 11:30 p.m. during that summer Wednesday.

"Sorry I know it's late," you said at one point, coming from your thoughts. "Don't be sorry yn..wanna talk about what happened?" He responded to you with sincerity and empathy. "You were right; I left him. He cheated on me You told him with a faint smile.  

"That bastard," he murmured impulsively, nearly spitting out the food in his mouth. "You warned me, and I didn't listen to you."

"Not your fault, yn." he told you. He felt the anger mounting, but he didn't want you to notice: it was his turn to be strong for you. "Do you want to stay for this night?"

"Mh, are you sure?" 

"Of course! Stop feeling embarrassed yn. we're best friends right?" As a result, you nodded, removing the remaining doubt. "Yeah, you're right," you continued. Perhaps you were in a state of weakness because of what happened, but you still felt an unusual sensation in your stomach, you smiled and returned your gaze to your best friend. Many bright stars glowed in his eyes, and no words could express the feeling of peace that he was able to give you with just that glance.

The evening ended with a great video game in which your competitiveness kept you awake until 2 a.m. When you both agreed to declare a draw and fell asleep on the sofa. The last thing you recalled was him gently stroking your hair as you fell asleep.

And by that evening, you had proof that a day can be significantly improved in just a of hours thanks to the right person. What a sweet and comforting thought, mhm? 

It is, till you find yourself on that specific night dreaming about that starry-eyed boy who confesses to you with a kiss...

The dream was vivid, and you clearly remembered Theo blushing and handing you a bouquet. Confused words filled the air, and the next thing you knew, the two of you were caught in a passionate kiss that you both craved.  

And so you chose to die - leave a part of yourself - and then be reborn in his arms.

You woke up astonished in the middle of the night, opened your eyes, and looked around. The room was dark, and you could only barely see Theo's face, which was dangerously close to yours. You were lying on the couch near to each other, and you both fell into a deep sleep. You were still confused by your dream, but too many emotions had worn you down. So you opted to go back to sleep. You bent your head towards him and laid it under his chin, close to his chest, gripping you as tightly as possible to make him feel at ease. You unconsciously started counting the boy's breathing, like children do with sheep when they have to fall asleep.

"Do you have a dream about someone and then fall in love? or does the appearance of someone in your dream imply that you are already in love with them?" You asked Theo quietly. 

Two weeks passed since that day when: you saw your ex cheat on you, when you were in tears with your best friend(so as not to forget the dream of his confession...) 

"I would say first you fall in love, and then you dream of them"

"Ohh," you muttered, blushing slightly and looking away. "Maybe I'm not drunk enough for this conversation. Do you want anything? It's on me," Taeyang said as he stood up to head to the counter to buy some drinks. 

"The usual, thanks."

"Okay, pretty," he replied casually as he walked away.

You gulped loudly at his statement. Since when have nicknames become so serious in your friendship? When did insults and jokes stop being acceptable? But who knows? Maybe you misheard due to the loud music.

What you did not hear incorrectly was his first response... first you fall in love, and then you dream about someone, which is especially true if the dream includes a romantic aspect. What the hell does this mean? Now will you ever be able to naturally tell him your dream, or would your flushed face continue to betray you?

While you were thinking about this, you realized you were looking for him in the crowd, and that the space was becoming increasingly busy, and you no longer felt comfortable sitting at the table alone. So you got up and walked through the people to the counter to find Theo. Shortly after you recognized him, he was about to take the drinks. At that specific moment, you observed how captivating he looked.

He had the wallet in his mouth, and the drinks in one hand, while helping the bartender to clean up the liquid that had accidentally spilled on the counter. He had his hair partially over his eyes and was frowning as he grabbed the napkins to clean up. Soon after he finished, he turned and your gaze met. He grinned at you and moved to approach you. 

You spotted the stars in his eyes again, and a feeling of spinning pain filled your stomach. What was that?

"the air was getting oppressive, do you want to go out for a bit?" you asked him. "Sure, I am going to tell it to Keeho and the others, and then I will meet you outside," he said, offering you the drink and smiling kindly at you. 

As you approached the exit, you thought about how lucky his future girlfriend would be. You reminisced how he had stayed close to you for such a long time without ever being pushy or complaining, instead listening to your words through your emotions and thoughts.

You were sitting in the garden hammock, focusing on the sensations you felt and what was going on with you. Soon after, he came from the house and sat next to you.  

You two continued the conversation about the meaning of dreams, and he seemed confused as to why he had asked that sudden and random question. But you lied, telling him that you had dreamed of your favorite singer. He appeared disappointed; why did he expect it to be someone else? maybe him? or you were already too drunk to think straight?

Your conversation quickly turned to the general topic of dreams, and you started to feel the consequences of the alcohol. Tiredness came in, and you collapsed on the boy's shoulder while you were psychoanalyzing his dream, in which he confessed to a female whose identity "wasn't that relevant".

Once again, the last thing you remember before falling asleep was him lifting you on his shoulders and carrying you to the taxi while giggling about how happy he was in that moment.  

The third time you noticed the sparking stars in his eyes was on the last summer night before starting college. Months had passed since you first felt your heart flutter for him. 

Yes, it took you two months to realize that you were in love with your best friend. And you weren't stupid; you knew the feeling was mutual. All the tiny things he started doing for you, all the little gifts, all the sweet words, nicknames, all the times he told you he was thinking of you or that something reminded him of you (also thanks to Keeho, who openly told to you that Theo had a crush on you for at least a year and that he was head over heels for you).  

You were fastly moving to reach the boy's flat. You were supposed to be there already, but you were late because that day you chose to spend a little more time getting ready. It was supposed to be an easy outing with friends. But you were determined that it would be something more, which is why you meticulously planned every detail of your outfits.  

While you were imagining how the evening might turn out, your legs had led you to the boy's home. When you rang the bell, he answered the door and urged you to come up because he was a bit late too. You entered without asking any questions and made it to his front door. A few seconds later, you found the boy in front of you. He was wearing a white shirt, baggy brown pants, silver necklaces and bracelets, and a black pencil tip under his eyes.  

He had used a brown pencil and an eyeshadow of the same color for his eye makeup, as well as a brownish lip balm that made his lips shine.  This makeup suits him so well, you thought while looking at him with a lost gaze.  

To say you'd been watching him all evening is an underestimate. That simple image of him was enough to warm your heart and brighten your evening. "Who are you making yourself so beautiful for this evening?" he said after countless seconds of staring at each other. "Look who's talking, huh?" you replied, glancing him up and down for an excuse to admire the beautiful boy in front of you once more. He chuckled and allowed you in. You sat at the kitchen table while he was finishing getting ready.

You sat down and ended up thinking about all the possible scenarios; what would your confession be like? Would you have had the courage? How would he react?

"Yn...," you heard. You quickly turned towards that voice, which was both familiar and soothing. As soon as you turned, you observed him standing, holding a tiny bouquet and keeping his attention on you. "Did it happen like this in your dream?" he said as he handed you the most fragrant and magnificent arrangement of flowers you'd ever seen. "How do you know it was you?"

"Oh, you told me that while you were drunk," he said nonchalantly.  

"So you knew I liked you!" you replied. 

"Do you like me?" he immediately asked. 

Silence fell, your eyes widened, and your hand moved to cover your mouth. to discover her immediately afterward, when you once again recognized in her eyes the most beautiful starry sky you had ever seen. “Well, I had not expected my confession to be like this," you said, giggling and walking closer to him.

Only to move it right away, when you saw again the most gorgeous starry sky you'd ever seen in his eyes.   

You both broke your closeness, and a sweet kiss changed the mood. "if you gonna break my heart, this is a good start you know Theo…" You muttered to him between breathless lips. That boy had witnessed your whole trust, vulnerability, and entire existence. You had allowed him to see and experience that aspect of you, but you knew you'd never regret it. "I saw you, I knew you, and I loved you yn. Allow me to do it, and trust in my endless feelings for you. The beginning of us will never finish."

And so you chose to die - leave a part of yourself - and then be reborn in his arms.  

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Theo's free use feat. Keeho (⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)⁠♡

exhibitionism, swallowing, Keeho's in charge, Taeyang is called princess

wc : 948

Taeyang was half asleep as he got his makeup done. He was happy to keep his eyes closed as his stylist worked on his eyeshadow, though he worried he’d actually fall asleep.

Evidently, he wouldn’t have to worry. A hand landed on his shoulder, and wouldn’t have thought anything of it if it hadn't slid down his arm to squeeze his bicep. His heartbeat picked up, now intrigued. He kept his eyes closed because they were still being worked on.

The hand slipped back up and settled at the base of his neck, at his collar bones. The stylist must want to play. Taeyang didn’t mind, he never did, but was already embarrassed by being out in the open like this. The dressing room just had the group members and their staff, who all knew about Taeyang’s specific state of affairs, but the amount of people here still made him shy.

Taeyang sat straighter when it moved to his chest, the thumb on his nipple. If he didn’t already have concealer and foundation on, his blushed cheeks would’ve been obvious. Blood also flushed his cock. He was still embarrassed, but let whatever happen, happen.

His chair was turned and the stylist knelt a leg on it, in between his thighs. The knee pressed close to his bulge. Taeyang shifted. He wondered if he was allowed to grind on it. Or maybe he was supposed to. The hand that had been applying his eyeshadow grasped his jaw and thumbed at his lips. Taeyang obediently opened his mouth.

“You’re so good for us. Always are.”

Taeyang’s body bloomed hot at the voice. He opened his eyes to see Keeho in front of him, the makeup artist out of sight. His blush deepened. Keeho smirked at him. Taeyang was fine with this, even preferred this, but it was still surprising. He wanted to know at what point it was Keeho touching him, not the stylist.

“Did you mess up my makeup?” Taeyang managed to speak.

Keeho chuckled. He bent and pecked Taeyang’s lips, barely there, probably to avoid transferring his lipstick. “You have such little faith in me. Come.” He said, moving towards the door.

Taeyang avoided eye contact as he followed Keeho out of the room. Shuffling down the hallway behind Keeho, he held his hands in front of his crotch to hide his hard-on. Keeho didn't seem to be concerned with his problem. They ducked into a bathroom and Keeho pulled him into a stall.

Keeho pushed him to the wall, albeit gently, and got his hands underneath his shirt. He went up to his chest and cupped his pecs, his thumbs rubbing his nipples. Taeyang's breath hitched.

“When was it you?” Taeyang whispered. “You and not her?”

Keeho smirked. “Does it matter?”

Taeyang watched Keeho’s hands slide down his stomach and push into his pants, tugging them and his underwear down. He wrapped his hand around Taeyang’s hard cock. Taeyang was glad they were doing this before the performance—he didn’t want to be distracted on stage.

“I was the one touching your chest.” Keeho told him.

That meant the stylist had started it. She had felt his arm and the base of his neck. The thought made Taeyang shiver. While he saw her almost every day, he wasn’t close with her, and Taeyang was in love with the fact that a near stranger could, and did, touch him like that. His hips pushed into Keeho’s hand.

Keeho grinned, amused. “You can jerk off while you blow me, yeah?”

Taeyang nodded. He got to his knees before Keeho even had his dick out. And Keeho stepped away to lean against the other wall, so Taeyang had to crawl to him. Keeho guided Taeyang to his cock with a hand on the back of his head and a smug smile.

Taeyang took him down his throat. He momentarily worried about getting his knees dirty on the bathroom floor, but didn't exactly care—his pants were dark, anyway. He held Keeho's hips and bobbed his head on him. Keeho pet his hair lightly, minding the styling. Taeyang wished he would grip his hair and fuck his face, but he’d settle for what he could get. It was for the best, anyway; he needed his throat in good condition.

Keeho seemed to have the same thought. “Feels good, princess, but be careful. Gotta sound pretty later, yeah?”

Taeyang nodded. He sucked on his cockhead and pumped his length.

“Are you touching yourself?”

Taeyang shook his head, looking up at him.

“Why not?”

Taeyang blushed. He'd forgotten Keeho told him to do that. He pumped his cock. He looked at Keeho, eyes wide and hopeful. Keeho smiled. He guided him back to his dick.

Taeyang got Keeho off first, and stayed on his knees to finish jerking himself off. He accidentally came on Keeho’s shoes, and Keeho wasn’t mad, but he had Taeyang wipe it off himself with some toilet paper. Then Taeyang stood and Keeho kissed him a few more times. Even with how this all started, Taeyang felt loved and appreciated.

“Good, princess?” Keeho asked, cupping Taeyang’s face.

Taeyang nodded. He took Keeho’s hand and kissed the palm of it, wishing they could do more. Maybe they could continue once home.

“Don’t look at me like that. You’re gonna make me want to miss the performance just to keep kissing you.”

Taeyang grinned. Keeho rolled his eyes, kissed him one more time, then took them back to the dressing room. Taeyang was shy walking into the room, but Keeho wasn’t, so he tried to be like him. Their makeup was touched up and then Taeyang had to perform like nothing just happened.

[chanis-banani]

Can I rub your belly?

Note: listen, I don’t know what came over me with this one (obviously I am on my period rn)

Synopsis: You wake up to find that your period has started and Theo makes sure to spoil you

Genre: domestic, kinda sensual?, mostly fluff but like suggestive-ish

Pairing: Theo x afab reader (no pronouns are mentioned)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: menstruation, mentions of blood, Theo touches the reader’s belly, ear-nibbling?

♡☆ suggestive fluff under the cut ☆♡

It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining through the windows, the birds were singing, the weather outside was perfect. But for you, the morning was already off to a bad start. You woke up before your alarm even went off. As soon as you woke up, you could feel the cramps, those very specific ones that could only mean one thing. Once you went to the toilet and discovered that your underwear was drenched in blood, your fears were confirmed. Luckily, by some kind of miracle, no blood had spilled onto the sheets. At least there was that.

After using the restroom and cleaning yourself up, you made your way back to the bed, where Theo was still sleeping. You tried to get back under the sheets as carefully as you could, but still you immediately felt how his arms wrapped themselves around your waist. You were pulled with your back against his chest and he let out a satisfied little sigh while he snuggled his face into the back of your neck. 

"Good morning" he mumbled, a hint of mischievousness in his voice. His lips pressed softly against the back of your neck, dragging slow, wet kisses along your skin. The sensation made you feel warm and loved, but you couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable, since being on your period was… well, intrinsically uncomfortable. 

You felt the tips of his fingers stroke your upper leg, around your knee, slowly moving up and more inward. In some kind of reflex, you placed your hand on his to put his caresses to a stop. “Hm?” his voice sounded from behind you, his lips still lightly touching your neck.

“I just got my period,” you said weakly, feeling almost a little humiliated. “Oh baby…” he muttered, pressing another kiss on your neck. His voice was filled with warmth and empathy. He pulled his hand away from your thigh and brought it to your lower belly instead, cupping it ever so lightly. The gentle warmth of his hand spread throughout your belly, bringing with it a relaxing feeling. It didn’t make your cramps disappear, but it helped to shift the attention to his warmth instead.

“How are you feeling? Does it hurt a lot today?” You shrugged a little in response and nestled yourself more into his embrace. “It’s the same as always.”

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

For a second, you thought about his offer. You were relieved that his hand had shifted from your thigh to your belly and in all honesty, things were perfect this way. Just laying in his arms without having to do anything was exactly what you needed, and his caresses made it even better. “I think I’d like it if we just cuddle like this for a while. We both have to get up soon. I just want to savor the moment…”

He hummed softly in response, with a tone of agreement and he placed another kiss on the back of your neck. This drowsy way of cuddling caused your eyelids to slowly become heavier again. You could feel the sleepiness kicking back in, even though you tried your best to fight it. And right when you were almost about to give in, Theo’s voice jolted you awake again. He spoke in a hushed voice, almost a whisper.

“Can I rub your belly?”

Suddenly becoming very aware of his hand on your lower abdomen again, you imagined how relaxing it could be if his hand wasn’t just cupping it and you nodded a little shyly.” I would like that…”

With very delicate motions, he began to stroke your belly. He was clearly aware of the possibility of worsening your cramps if he did it too roughly. His touch was so light you almost struggled to feel it. The way he rubbed your belly over the fabric of your pajamas was not only relaxing, but also made you feel treasured and protected. He was so careful with you, just aching to comfort and soothe you.

Carefully, he slipped his hand under your pajamas so he could touch you skin to skin. His fingers wandered tenderly over your bare tummy, leaving traces of warmth all over.

“How does it feel?” he asked softly, his lips a little closer to your ear than you remembered. “Good-” you reply. It came out as a little sigh. Good was an understatement. If anything, it felt incredible, a little breathtaking even. 

Goosebumps appeared all over your neck when you felt his lips on your earlobe. He hummed approvingly while he nipped at the velvety skin, clearly happy to please you in this way. With your eyes closed in pleasure, you stretched your neck a little so his lips could reach your ear better. 

Just when you snuggled up more comfortably against him, you were both jolted back to your senses by the sound of your alarm. It was time to get up. With a loud, irritated groan, you hit the top of your alarm clock to get it to shut up and you disentangled yourself from Theo’s arms. As you went into the bathroom to get some painkillers to take with you to get you through the day, you wondered who was more disappointed about your schedule.

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While you went about your day, you were tired and experienced cramps despite the painkillers, making you ache for those cuddles and belly rubs again. All you could think about was the way Theo had cared for you that morning and frankly, it was the only thing that even got you through those long hours.

When you came home after your schedule that day, you found Theo on the couch with the TV on. The screen didn’t display any series like you expected, but the menu screen of your favorite movie. He was wearing a large, cozy hoodie and there was a blanket spread out next to him on the couch, ready for you to snuggle up under. When he saw the astounded look on your face, he laughed a little and spread his arms at you. “Come here! I wasn’t done cuddling with you!”

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Dream Girl - a K-Pop Fanfic

Title: Dream Girl

Author: vamp_doll/vamp_doll_diva

Characters/Pairings: Kwon Jiyong aka G-Dragon/OC(Jung Ara), Taeyang aka Dong Youngbae/Min Hyorin, Gahyeon, JiU, SuA, Handong

Rating: M (For future chapters)

Category: Romance

Jung Ara is the leader of K-Pop girl group Dreamcatcher. Kwon Jiyong, better known as G-Dragon is the leader of K-Pop legends Big Bang. Ara has always had a crush on Jiyong, but she didn't know if he even knew he existed. Well, he did, and he actually was a fan of hers and liked her too. When Dreamcatcher get their first music show win, Jiyong is waiting for his moment. He takes it and sends a confession of his feelings. They find out they both have feelings for each other, learn things they know about each other or didn't know, and a new relationship begins. How will they handle their new relationship? Will they go public? Will there be a dating scandal? Only time will tell.... 

Chapter 1 @ AO3

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Guess I should introduce myself :)

Hello I'm Dastiel! I've been a K-Pop fan since 2012. First group I got into was SHINee. Then slowly it became my whole world, I am Korean-American, my mother was born and raised for 6 years in Korea before moving to the US.

I am a multistan, but Super Junior is where my heart lies. They are my ultimate bias group, Leeteuk being my ultimate bias. He is the best freaking leader not only Super Junior could ask for but K-Pop as a whole could ask for. This man has given so much to this industry. And has gone through so much heartbreak and pain and yet still he perseveres. As you can tell I am completely devoted to him so I will not tolerate any hate.

Some of the other groups I am a fan of...(there's a lot ;)) and my bias or biases if i have more than one

SHINee (Minho and Taemin)

Big Bang (Taeyang)

Block B (Taeil)

iKon (Jay and June)

GOT7 (AmeriThaiKong, Mark Tuan, BamBam, and Jackson Wang)

BTS (Kim SeokJin)

EXO (Sehun and Suho)

NCT (mainly 127) (Johnny and Jaehyun)

Seventeen (still trying to get the members correct lol don't know why it is taking me so long!) (Vernon)

Ateez (Jongho)

Twice (Momo)

AESPA (Winter)

Red Velvet (all of them honestly)

BlackPink (Rose)

Stray Kids (Felix)

Wanna One (Daniel)

Monsta X (Hyungwon and I.M)

Pentagon (Jinho, Hui, and Wooseok)

I think that is all for right now, I have a whole list of K-Pop artists I need to get into.

I have been writing K-Pop fanfictions since about summer of 2018. I write mostly dark fanfics but occasionally smut as well. If you want to follow me and read any of my fics here's a link but please be mindful of the tags!

[ao3feed-ateez]

Boy Group One Shots

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cFiuLvV by Booklover_03 A book filled with multiple one shots from any kpop boy band group we can think of! Multiple different groups and ships will be included, so if any of you guys have a particular request, be sure to comment your requests and we can get that done for you!!🥰 Words: 2281, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band), P1Harmony (Band), K-pop, TOMORROW X TOGETHER | TXT (Korea Band), ATEEZ (Band), SEVENTEEN (Band), ENHYPEN (Band), ZEROBASEONE | ZB1 (Korea Band), RIIZE (Band), BOYNEXTDOOR (Korea Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Kim Seungmin (Stray Kids), Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Lee Minho | Lee Know, Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin, Han Jisung | Han, Lee Felix (Stray Kids), Yang Jeongin | I.N, Yoon Keeho, Choi Taeyang | Theo, Choi Jiung, Hwang Intak, Haku Shota | Soul, Kim Jongseob, Choi Soobin, Choi Yeonjun, Choi Beomgyu, Kang Taehyun, Huening Kai, Park Seonghwa, Kim Hongjoong, Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Kang Yeosang, Choi San (ATEEZ), Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), ZEROBASEONE | ZB1 Ensemble, Stray Kids Ensemble, P1Harmony Ensemble, TOMORROW X TOGETHER Ensemble, ATEEZ Ensemble, SEVENTEEN Ensemble, RIIZE Ensemble, ENHYPEN Ensemble, BOYNEXTDOOR Ensemble Relationships: Han Jisung | Han/Lee Minho | Lee Know, Kim Seungmin/Yang Jeongin | I.N, Bang Chan/Yang Jeongin | I.N, Bang Chan/Lee Minho | Lee Know, Kim Seungmin/Lee Minho | Lee Know, Bang Chan/Kim Seungmin (Stray Kids), Lee Felix/Seo Changbin, Kim Seungmin/Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin/Lee Felix, Hwang Hyunjin/Kim Seungmin, Choi Taeyang | Theo/Yoon Keeho, Choi Jiung/Hwang Intak, Hwang Intak/Yoon Keeho, Haku Shota | Soul/Kim Jongseob, Choi Soobin/Choi Yeonjun, Choi Beomgyu/Choi Soobin, Choi Beomgyu/Kang Taehyun, Choi Soobin/Huening Kai, Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa, Choi San/Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Jeong Yunho/Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Choi Jongho/Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Choi San/Park Seonghwa, Choi Jongho/Kang Yeosang Additional Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Fanfiction read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cFiuLvV

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

One day, some day.... may be we'll get a Jimin and Jungkook collab with some kick ass choreo and crazy chemistry. I'll wait. One can only dream.

Btw I like the chemistry between Jimin and Taeyang. Puth and JK didn't do much for me in the chemistry department.

Lool, I could bet actual money that a collab between them won't happen. I don't even take that option into consideration. It's more probable to happen in fanfiction than reality. And from a practical point of view, I doubt that any of the members will have a collab between themselves for the first release of their solo album. Of course it's not out of the realm of possibility. But Jimin & Jungkook? Nah. But you can dream about it, don't mind me. I know it looks like I'm only seeing the glass half empty, but I see it as having a more grounded mindset, hahaha.

I don't think Jungkook and Charlie Puth had no chemistry. I mean, they do look a bit awkward with each other (there's also the language barrier), but to me, Puth is so uncool and that's why him and Jungkook are such a weird mix. But the song and the mv were fun, especially with the 2000s aesthetic in terms of visual production.

Taeyang and Jimin have a completely different vibe (lol). I think they have a similar sensuality, with the difference that Taeyang has a more "classic", typical sex-appeal for an idol of his generation, while Jimin has his own distinct category. Small, but powerful dose. I don't know if I make sense 😅.

[imogenegomi]

Thank you @lemonfreshlysqueezed for the tag 😊

I think I've done this tag before, but the answers will be different so I'll just do it again 😂

3 Ships

At the moment; Phaya/Tharn, Chen Yi/ Ai Di and, of course, Wei Qian/Zhi Yuan 🤭

First Ship

I believe last time I probably said Mulder/Scully, but it could be literally anyone from the 90s. Let's say Angel/Buffy this time 😂

Last Song

GD X TAEYANG - GOOD BOY

Currently Reading

I don't have any books on the go at the moment. I'm sporadically reading fanfiction.

Last Movie

Followed (2018)

Currently Craving

Potatoes 🥔

I'll tag the last nine in my notifications;

@dreamerjay, @out-in-the-cold, @themundanedumpling, @pinkkop, @dramalets, @life-is-all-about-perspective, @howellsj, @feelingsklonklish, @geolato

Nine people you'd like to get to know better

Thank you @petraplatypuspan for tagging me ❤️ I had a lot of fun booping eachother on April first!

3 ships

This was a hard one to narrow down because there are so many; I gotta start of with SeanWhite from Not me because it's my favorite series and if I could I would add all couples from that show. Another one of my favorites is The Eighth Sense with Jae Won and Ji Hyun.

For the third one it's gotta be LeeJoon Ho and Woo Young-woo from Extraordinary Attorney Woo

First Ship

I would absolutely not know, maybe like the Rapunzel and Jack frost pairing

Last song

I watched parts of the Ambitions tour of One Ok Rock yesterday so the live performance of Take What You Want

It’s an absolute masterpiece!

Currently Reading

At the moment absolutely nothing, I’m so bussy. However Felix Ever After by Kacen Callender is the next book I’m starting.

Last Movie

I was at my parents yesterday to watch the Ateez dvd of The fellowship: break the wall tour because I just got it but I do not own a dvd player. And after annoying my mom with ateez we watched some of the 2018 one ok rock tour

Currently Craving

I’m wanting to buy the new txt album, I hope to find it on vinted somewhere secondhand soon.

Oh and Ateez’s tour dates please! It’s been months 🥲

Tagging @scarefox @life-is-all-about-perspective @imogenegomi @i-darling-amaflower @heretherebedork @negrowhat @moonkhao @sparklyeyedhimbo @my-rose-tinted-glasses

No presssure to participate, if you don’t want to :)

[kpophours]

Stress Relief (M)

➵ SF9: Taeyang x fem. reader / one shot, college AU / fluff, smut / REQUESTED

➵ warnings: explicit mentions of sex (oral: receiving)

➵ word count: 3.1k

You groan, this close to just hitting your head against your desk.

You hate finals week.

It’s the worst time of the year and right now, you’re this close to searching for a sugar daddy.

You’ve always been a good student, but still - anxiety, pressure from your parents and the lack of sleep are testing you and your last shreds of sanity right now. Your gaze slides towards the clock on top of your desk.

Almost 2am.

You should really sleep but… You still haven’t finished reversing for today.

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose in exasperation.

Maybe some tea will help your tiredness and general exhaustion.

You mull it over in your head and then, you get up, stretching your limbs to get the blood flowing again and leave your room. You shiver when you tiptoe through the hallway towards the kitchen, your room being a lot warmer than the rest of the flat. Your roommate always teases you about overheating, but what can you say? Your body is always cold, especially your hands and feet. 

When you reach the door to the kitchen, you’re surprised to see light fall through the cracks of the door. You slowly open it, halting in the doorway when you see Taeyang stirr something on the kitchen stove. He turns around when he hears you enter and smiles at you.

God, you’ll never tire of that smile. It always manages to put you in a good mood and warms your whole body. The sun’s biggest competitor.

“You’re still up?”, you ask, leaning against the doorframe and returning his smile. He nods. “Obviously. I’m making some hot chocolate. Do you want some, too?”

You nod, creeping closer and looking over his shoulder. “That looks amazing and just like what I need.”, you sigh, resting your chin on his shoulder. He chuckles. “Well, I’m more than happy to share with you. I also still have some chocolate cookies hidden somewhere, if I’m not mistaken.”

You draw your eyebrows together. “Hidden? Why would you hide them?”

When he turns his face towards yours, lips so close to your cheek, you actually stop breathing. He winks at you. “We both know that you would have eaten those cookies long ago otherwise. No sweets are safe from you.” You instinctively draw back a bit, the close proximity to him overwhelming. To hide your flustered state, you quickly cross your arms and pout at him. “That’s not fair. It’s not like I would ever actually eat something you buy for just yourself.”

Taeyang grins and boops your nose. “Well, it did happen before. I don’t blame you though. You work hard, you deserve a treat.” With that, he turns around and looks at the pot of hot chocolate again. “I think it’s done.”

Five minutes later, you’re seated at your small kitchen table, a delicious smelling mug in front of you and some cookies on their way. Taeyang takes the chair beside you, his arm brushing against yours when he sits down. You clear your throat and grab the mug, almost knocking it over in the process. A bit of the hot liquid spills over your hand and you hiss at the sudden pain. “Be careful, Y/N! Oh no, are you hurt?”, Taeyang asks in a worried voice, taking your hand in his to look at the reddened skin. You shake your head, a blush creeping on your cheeks when he touches you. 

Ever since that damned frat party a few weeks ago, you don’t know how to behave around him anymore. You’d both been drunk and somehow, you had ended up in his lap, eyes locking, your fingers threading through his soft hair and then - Inseong had interrupted you both, yelling for a round of shots. You had avoided Taeyang for the rest of the night and pretended to not remember anything from the whole night the next day. Since then, both you and Taeyang hadn’t mentioned this… incident at all. Still, you’ve been careful around him ever since, not wanting to give away your growing feelings for him.

Now, you quickly snatch your hand back from him, an awkward smile on your lips. “N-no, I’m okay! Let me just quickly clean up this mess.” With that, you jump up and almost run away from him, taking a few deep breaths. When the kitchen table is clean again, you sit back down and take the mug between your fingers, gently blowing onto the hot liquid to make it drinkable. Taeyang observes you, a small smile playing on his lips. “So, how are the exams going? Are you almost finished?”, he asks, taking a sip of his hot chocolate and humming happily. 

You sigh and shrug, eyes plastered to your mug. “It’s going alright, I guess. I still have a few more, but it’ll be done next week. And then I can finally sleep again.”, you answer, taking a sip as well. When the sweetness hits your tongue, you can’t help but moan at the taste. You really love chocolate. Taeyang shifts when he hears the noise leave your lips, eyes flitting from your lips towards the mug in your hand and back again. You blink at him, surprise written all over your face when you notice his weird behavior. 

The silence stretches between the two of you until you finally ask: “Uhm and… what about you? How are your exams going?” He clears his throat and smiles, maybe a bit awkwardly, but the tense atmosphere inside the room disappears immediately. “Oh, it has been going pretty well so far. I only have two more to go and then I’m finally free! Hwiyoung and I are planning to go on a short weekend trip afterwards.”

“Oh that’s great! I think I’ll just sleep for a few days after I’m finished.”, you say and yawn, making Taeyang giggle. “Sleep does sound heavenly, to be honest. Especially right now - but I think I’ll have to power through another hour before I can go to bed.”, he tells you and you nod in confirmation. “Same for me.” With that, you stand up again, mug empty now. “Thanks for the hot chocolate, Tae. I’ll see you tomorrow?” He stands up as well, immediately towering over you thanks to his height. He smiles, pushing his fluffy hair back and gently touching your shoulder. “Of course.”

The next days pass in a blur. They consist of increasing amounts of caffeine, too little sleep and never-ending piles of textbooks you have to work through. You don’t see Taeyang at all, being holed up in your room, eating an unhealthy amount of instant Ramen and only leaving the desk to get some snacks or fill your empty mug.

On the third evening, there’s a soft knock on your door. You raise your head, eyes bloodshot and hair resembling a bird’s nest. “Hm?”, you just make, distracted by your textbook. You immediately blush when you see Taeyang open the door. He sports a soft smile and tilts his head to one side, taking in your messy state. “Hey. I haven’t seen you in a few days and thought I’d check in on you. You’re okay in here?”, he asks, leaning against the doorframe and crossing both arms in front of his chest. He wears grey sweatpants and a white shirt, his hair is still a bit wet - he seems to have just come out of the shower. 

You push a few strands of hair behind your ear and shrug. “I’m okay. Tomorrow is one of my last exams and I’m going to try and cram the last bits of information inside my head tonight.”, you explain, fiddling with the pen in your hand. He nods. “I had my last exam today, I’m so relieved to be done now. I was thinking about cooking something… You care to join me for dinner?” He looks at you with such a hopeful expression, that you immediately agree, even though you definitely shouldn’t, the open textbook in front of you basically screaming at you to continue studying. But an hour or so shouldn’t put you too far behind with revising… right? And Taeyang’s bright smile is definitely worth the lost time. 

He turns on the music in the kitchen, declining your help, and immediately begins to cut some vegetables, happily humming along to the song. You lean against the doorframe, feeling a bit useless and pulling at your baggy jumper, eyes flitting from Taeyang to the kitchen utensils, to the floor. You look up again when you hear him chuckle, his lips curling into a small smile. “You really don’t have to keep me company. Go take a shower or something like that.”, he proposes and you pout. “Are you suggesting I smell?”, you shoot back and he giggles, the sound making your heart melt. “No, but a hot shower often helps me relax.”, he explains and shrugs, “But then again, there are many different methods of stress relief...” At this, his eyes glimmer wickedly and you lift one eyebrow, heartbeat quickening at his almost… suggestive tone. 

“Oh?”, you just make and he simply grins, turning around again to chop some carrots. For a while, you observe him while he works - you see how his back muscles work underneath his (way too) tight shirt, making you feel hot and almost needy. When he suddenly turns around and catches you staring, you clear your throat, blushing. “Uhm, I think I’m gonna try out your method of stress relief now. But don’t you dare complain about me not helping you with dinner later!” With that, you quickly leave the kitchen and enter the bathroom, Taeyang’s low chuckle warming your heart.

It turns out Taeyang is absolutely right about the power of a hot shower - your stiff muscles instantly begin to relax thanks to the hot water. You hum happily while using your favorite, rose scented shower gel. You gently massage your scalp, eyes closing. You should have taken more breaks like this during your study sessions, you think to yourself and sigh deeply. You don’t even hear the door open thanks to the sound of the shower running - you almost scream when you feel more than hear someone join you in the shower. When you turn around, you see Taeyang behind you - his cheeks are flushed and his pupils dilated, but he looks determined, dark eyes locking with yours. 

“T-Taeyang?”, you squeal, desperately trying to cover yourself with your own arms, but before you can say anything else, he presses you against the cold bathroom tiles behind you, sealing your mouth with his. You gasp, surprised, and he immediately uses the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth. After overcoming your shock, you finally begin to relax against his body, allowing him to slip both arms around your naked body and pull you closer. His hands seem to be everywhere at once, sliding over every body part while his tongue explores your mouth. You can’t help but moan, fingers sliding into his now wet hair, carefully tugging on it. He almost growls against you, drawing back to look at you with lust filled eyes. 

Suddenly, he attaches his lips to your skin, gently sucking on it and leaving small love bites all over your neck and collarbones. You almost slide down the tiles, lust building in your body, heart pounding fast against your rib cage. He slowly makes his way down, hands softly sliding over your back and then, his lips close over one nipple, sucking, harsh. You gasp, closing your eyes and tilting your head until it hits the wall behind you. His tongue gently flicks over the hardening bud, while one hand finds your other breast, massaging it gently. Your breath becomes erratic and another moan slips past your lips. 

Taeyang finally draws back, biting his lower lip and looking at you with dark eyes. “How about we take this to the bedroom?”, he asks, voice low and you nod, mind hazy. He doesn’t let go of your hand while you step out of the shower, quickly toweling yourself dry and then, his lips are on yours again, his kiss soft and gentle this time. “We- we don’t have to do anything.”, he finally says when you break apart again and you raise both eyebrows, “I kinda… sprung this on you.” 

You smile, touched by his caring, thoughtful nature. “I think this has been building for a while now. I-”, you inhale shakily, “I don’t want to stop.” He smiles brightly, pressing his lips to yours again and sighs against them. “Thank God, me neither.” With that, he walks you backwards towards his room, opening the door and gently pushing you on top of his bed, hovering over you to look at you for a few seconds. When he sees you blush under his admiring gaze, he smiles softly and finally dives back into kissing you. His fingers trail over your naked torso, pinching one nipple before moving further down. He stops at your hip bone to look at you in confirmation. When you nod, breathless, he nudges your legs apart, beginning to draw soft patterns against the soft skin of your thighs, slowly moving a bit higher. He takes his time, smirking when he sees you shift underneath his gentle caresses. 

“Taeyang, please.”, you finally whine, lips protruding to form a slight pout. He chuckles, lips ghosting over yours. “Someone is impatient, hm?” You shoot him a dark look, moving your own hand over his stomach and further down, wrapping your fingers around his hard on. He groans, eyes almost falling shut, halting his own movements and giving in to your touch. Suddenly, he snaps out of it, and grips your hand to stop you. “I- if you don’t stop this, I’m gonna end up lasting an embarrassing short time.”, he says, voice almost pained. You grin, licking your lips. “And here I was, thinking I could finally suck you off. I’ve been thinking about it so many times these last weeks.”, you say, voice husky. He groans, pressing his forehead against yours. “We’ll have many more nights for that.”, he murmurs, kissing you and gently biting down on your lip, making you whimper, “But now, it’s my turn to taste you.” And with that, he descends, settling between your legs and looking up at you, gaze dark. 

He smirks at your expectant expressions and - finally - buries his face in your core. He begins to carefully lick through your folds, before closing his lips around your clit, sucking gently and beginning to flick his tongue over your most sensitive part. It doesn’t take long for you to become a moaning mess under his gentle ministrations and when he finally buries one long finger inside you, quickly followed by a second one, you feel your orgasm approaching fast. It only takes another harsh suck on your clit and a twist of his fingers for you to tumble over the edge, quickly pressing your hand over your mouth to stifle your loud moans. Taeyang presses a few soft kisses against your center and thighs, before crawling over you and kissing you deeply. You slide your hands into his hair, pulling him even closer towards you and kissing him almost feverishly back. 

You’re both breathing hard when you break apart and you can’t help but smile at him. “That was... amazing.”, you say in a soft voice and he grins, satisfied with himself. He finally opens the drawer of his nightstand, quickly finding what he’s looking for - it takes him only a few seconds to roll the condom over his length. “Are you sure?”, he asks you again and you nod once. “Oh, absolutely.” He chuckles at your eagerness and positions himself in front of your center, both hands gripping your thighs, drawing gentle patterns against your skin while he begins to slowly enter you. You can’t help but moan at the sensation of his length filling you bit by bit, biting down on your lower lip to stifle your loud noises. When you feel like you can’t take any more of him, feeling deliciously full, he finally bottoms out and lets you adjust to his length and girth buried deep inside you. 

He looks down at you, damp hair clinging to his temple. When you finally signal for him to move, he gently pulls out of you, before pushing his hips back against yours. He quickly sets a steady rhythm, his body pressing into yours at all the right places. He trails open mouthed kisses over your neck and chest, lips closing around one nipple to suck on it and you moan, everything feeling too much and too hot and too tight - the lust inside your body building up quickly again, heart pounding almost too fast, legs trembling and mind getting hazy. Taeyang releases your nipple again and sits back on his knees, slinging both your legs around his slender hips and entering you from a slightly different angle, hitting the spot that makes you gasp and see stars. He groans when you grip his thighs for leverage, nails softly digging into his skin. He pulls his lower lip between his teeth, one of his hands slipping between your bodies to circle your clit. Your high is approaching with radical speed now and Taeyang almost loses control when he feels you clenching around him, closing his eyes for a few seconds and picking up his speed, hips snapping against yours in an almost bruising manner. Then - finally - your whole body tightens and you snap, crying out in complete pleasure, eyes glossing over. With a few last thrusts, Taeyang spills into the condom and stills inside you, breathing heavily and pressing his forehead against yours. 

You slowly slide both hands over his back, kissing him gently. He smiles into the kiss, finally drawing back and pulling out of you. He discards of the condom and disappears into the bathroom to fetch a wet washcloth for you.

“So, this was method number two for stress relief.”, he says when he finally slips back between the covers with you. You giggle and cuddle closer to him. “Well, I think cuddling might be method number three, then.”, you answer, voice muffled against his chest and his smile instantly softens. “Yes - and that method might actually be my favorite.” With that, he pulls you even closer, pressing soft kisses all over your face and making you giggle. “Best study break ever.”, you sigh happily, tiredness washing over you. 

His low chuckle is the last thing you hear, before you fall asleep.

[masterlist] | [requests] 

[yyawnjun]

ugh going to the supermarket with taeyang would be so chaotic! he would definitely question your choices of brand or food but lovingly.

like he would raise his eyebrows when you took a random brand of cereal and ask why not the other one? but i think it's fun because he was just joking. at the end of the day he would say yes to everything you bought (only because he also bought everything he wanted)

CHAOTIC SUPERMARKET ENERGY. SO SO REAL.

he'd complain a bit at first because the sofa was so comfortable and the supermarket was so far away...but after you insisted a bit he couldn't resist your sweet face and he'd dress up to go out with you. in the end, he'd even realize how much he actually enjoys walking w you there (but he will never admit it !! ). you two would enter in there together, but after a few seconds, theo would disappear because he saw smting he wanted... "LOOK" he'd scream while coming back to you and showing you his treasure (like a specific thing you both like a lot). istg everyone there would be confused by how loud and chaotic he sounded, but he couldn't care less bc he was focused on your reaction (Ｔ▽Ｔ). "yn i think we should choose the other pack of cereals...i can't explain myself rn, but we have to" he would say in the most serious tone ever, you'd be just confused "uhm alright" and our drama queen would be so happy that you listened to him (then he'd feel a bit guilty, and in the end he'd run to take the one you wanted). how much this boy liked to spoil you, but like in a silent way. like that, you realize how many things he bought for you only when you're together at home. ANDD how he would admire you carrying the lighter bags and offering to divide the bill everytime ughh.

prompts ; event m.list

[seokwooinspace]

I'm loving all your SF9 content! Can I request one for Taeyang #25 (it's her who's scared of loving him too much and she tries to end the relationship)? thanks! :)

Title: runaway

Pairing: Taeyangxreader

Rating: G

Word Count: 647

Prompt: 25. I think I’m in love with you and I’m scared to death.

The scene usually looked happier than this. You’d usually be giggling, while he’d smile with such adoration that your heart would nearly stop. You were such a cute couple; at least up until this moment.

Now he was frowning with tears threatening to spill in the middle of a coffee shop. You were clenching your hands under the table as you held back your own tears. You didn’t want to do this, you even regretted it as you spoke the words.

“Let’s break up.” Your voice was strained and less composed than the first time, before Taeyang had asked that you repeat the words you had just uttered, his shock insurmountable.

His face crumpled even more with sadness and confusion, almost as if he couldn’t bear to lose you, although your fear told you otherwise.

He’d be better off without you anyway. You’re smothering him. He’ll get sick of you if you carry on like this.

You couldn’t bear to see the expression on his face and so you propelled yourself from your seat and ran out the door and into the cold evening air. It was raining lightly, but you ignored this in favour of running away.

You ran until your legs burned and your lungs hurt.

The rain had begun to pour by this stage and you were soaked through to your skin. The cold only served as a reminder of what you had just done, and the remorse ran cold in your veins and frozen tears mingled with the rain.

You had stopped when the pain became too much, but you couldn’t tell which was worse - the pain in your lungs or in your heart.

Still crying and panting for breath, a hand grabbed your wrist and began to pull you in the direction of an overhang.

You gasped lightly at the sight of Taeyang, especially his slight angry expression.

“Why?”

“I-I-” You stuttered, not quite knowing how to answer.

“You can’t just run out and not give me a reason… please Y/n.” You finally noticed the tears streaming down his face as the light glinted from the moisture.

“You- I’m-” You bowed your head before looking back up at him again. “I- I think I’m in love with you and I’m scared to death Taeyang. Our relationship is still so new, I was, I am so scared that I’m too invested. That I’ll ruin everything.” You stared down at your feet, guilt flooding your conscience.

“Well, that thinking is a bit flawed, isn’t it? And besides, I’m in love with you Y/N. Our romantic relationship might be new but we’ve known each other for years, so I think it’s natural. I have been in love with you for much longer than the 2 months we’ve been dating.”

You looked up at his gentle face, feeling awestruck. This was news to you. You and Taeyang were friends from high school who had stuck to one-another for nearly 7 years at this point, it wasn’t until you confessed your feelings to him 2 months ago that you both began to date. And now here you were, soaked from head to toe with no umbrella, but feeling warmer than ever.

He giggled, “you look adorable when you’re shocked.” He gave you a small frown, “sorry I kept it from you for so long.”

You snapped out of your daze and shook your head vigorously. “No! It’s okay Tae. I’m sorry I’ve been so dense.”

He kissed your forehead.

“You’re not dense, I’m just very good at keeping secrets.”

You laughed and fell into his arms as he wrapped them around you.

The two of you stayed like that until Taeyang made a concerned noise and pulled away.

“We better go somewhere warm so we don’t get pneumonia or a cold.”

You nodded and then, hand-in-hand, you both ran out into the rain once again.

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long anon! But I hope you see and like it!

[sindrafalcone]

Answered Prayers

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Youngbae x reader

Synopsis: Bad jokes with Youngbae

Warnings: Holiday fluff

Author’s Note: And, so... the second name out of the hat was Youngbae. :) I think I’ll dedicate this one to @talonblack... because she “gets it”. <3

Reminder  that there will be one drabble posted each Saturday until Dec. 29. It’ll be in random order, since I’m pulling them from a hat again. lol It’s  fun that way! Also, there will be reposts of last years Christmas Drabbles every Wednesday.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work. I do not own the gifs used.

Masterlist

Youngbae stepped into the apartment, closing the door behind him with a foot & brushed the snow from his hair and shoulders with his one free hand. The weather had noticeably declined on the way home and he felt thankful to have gotten out of the YG building when he did. He hadn't even wanted to go in today. After all, it was Christmas Eve... he'd rather have spent the day helping you cook and watching cheesy Christmas movies cuddled on the couch together. But, when the leader had called in one of his perfectionist moods, Youngbae didn't have much of a choice.

He tried not to think about it, after all it was a normal part of his idol lifestyle. But now he was home and he had the rest of the evening to relax with his wife & hopefully even watch a couple of movies with you before you both collapsed into bed together.

He slipped off his coat, being careful not to upend the huge bag of takeaway he'd brought home with him. He hung it on the coat rack beside the door and slid out of his shoes, choosing to just stay in his sock feet for now. The warmth of the house was a huge difference compared to the frigid cold outside and it was already helping him to unwind. But Youngbae knew that there was only one thing that would help him completely shake off his long day... and that was spending some time with the love of his life.  

You weren't in the living room when he walked in and he couldn't hear any sounds coming from anywhere else in the apartment. Youngbae called your name, but there was no answer. He strolled through the living room and headed toward the kitchen, thinking that you might still be in there cooking.

The light was on, but you weren't in there either.

There were cookies and various other baked goodies in festive containers on the kitchen table. The last batch was still spread out all over the counter, left to cool. You had started early this morning before he'd even left, but Youngbae had been hoping to be home early enough to help you out at least a little bit.

He headed for the bedroom next, it was the only other place he could think of that you could possibly be. It was either that or the bathroom at this point.

"________-ah?" he called again, pushing open the door. He kept his voice soft and quiet this time, just in case you were napping.

A feeling of relief flooded him as he caught sight of you sitting there on the bed, messy hair pulled up away from your face and your body wrapped up in one of his many big hoodies. Once he got a closer look though, something about you seemed to be... off. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he knew instinctively that something wasn’t right.

Youngbae carefully set down the sack of takeaway that contained dinner on the dresser, feeling guilty about having been away for most of the day & leaving you to do most of the Christmas preparations by yourself.

“________-ah? Um, I’m sorry this isn’t exactly the Christmas Eve that we had planned.” he said anxiously, walking closer to where you sat on the bed.

“It’s all right.” you replied, sounding as if you were on auto-pilot.

You were sitting cross-legged, with your back up against the headboard, deathly still. You hadn't even looked up when Youngbae called your name & opened the door... you just stared blankly at the duvet that covered the bed, your expression one of vacant shock. He noticed that your eyes looked puffy, as if you'd been crying.

Youngbae said your name again as he sat down on the bed across from you, but you still didn't look up at him. "What's wrong?" he asked, tracing a gentle finger down one tear-stained cheek. "Come on, ______-ah..." he took your face in both of his hands and lifted your head so he could see your eyes clearly. "You're scaring me."

Finally you blinked rapidly and shook your head as if snapping out of a trance and actually looked at him. "Youngbae..." you said, voice sounding shaky.

"What happened, yeobo? Are you sick?" one of his hands felt your forehead to see if you were feverish while the other grasped at your tightly clenched fists.

You tried to smile so you could reassure him, but your bottom lip quivered as if you were going to start crying again. "No... I’m not sick. I'm fine. I... "

You suddenly stopped talking and that unnerved your husband.

"You what? What happened?" his voice pitched an octave higher in slight panic.

You still didn't say anything and it looked like you were having a difficult time trying to think of the right words to explain. But before Youngbae could say anything else, you picked something up off the bed and placed a small, light object into his hand.

Youngbae looked down, trying to see what it was that you had given him. He focused intensely on the little plastic stick in his palm, his eyebrows creased adorably in concentration.

"The plus sign means it's positive, Youngbae. We finally..."

He absently realized that your voice sounded like you were getting choked up again, but he couldn't stop staring at the little blue plus sign on the pregnancy test. For over two years, it had wrecked you both emotionally when the only result you’d gotten was a single, lonely line. Negative... over and over again.

Joy swelled in his chest and vaguely he noticed that tears were spilling from his own eyes and down onto his jeans, making little dark splotches on the light colored denim. The two of you had been trying for so long, praying that you would finally succeed in starting a family, but had been left with nothing but dashed hopes. But not this time... this time it was positive and it felt almost too good to be true.

Youngbae looked back up. You were smiling at him so brightly and he suddenly thought that you'd never looked more beautiful... not even on your wedding day. "Are you really...?" he couldn't even finish the sentence, he was feeling so emotional.

You nodded, a little laugh bubbling out of your mouth. "I took three tests. All of them were positive."

Youngbae launched himself at you, but he kept the test clutched safely in one fist. He had no idea what to say because he hadn’t exactly expected getting news like this today. He wasn't even sure if there was anything that he could say that might get everything he was feeling across without making him sound like a sentimental, lovesick fool.

“_________-ah...” he whispered, his face a mere inches from yours.

“Youngbae...” you replied with a wry smile, sighing when your husband fit his torso in the space above your legs.

He caught your lips in a kiss, earning himself a surprised gasp, but he didn't let up. He kissed you long and hard, a little frantic and just perfect in the intense way that he was so very good at. It was exactly the type of kiss that was able to speak everything he was feeling without using actual words.

You practically melted. Your noises of surprise turned into ones of content as you wrapped your arms around Youngbae's back, tugging him closer. Leaning into the solidness of your husband's muscular frame, you seemed on board with his plan of letting all the words fall away in favor of body language. You swiped your tongue playfully along the inside of his mouth before pulling away to nibble little kisses across his jaw. Youngbae's ears were filled with your slow and steady breaths against the sensitive area behind his ear. He turned his head, making it easy for you to place a lingering kiss there.

“Merry Christmas.” you whispered.

“Merry Christmas, darling.” he grinned, pulling back but still staying close in front of you. He reached out and swiped a thumb over your smiling lips and held up the pregnancy test. “Way to out-gift me, by the way.”

“I actually got you three other things.” you teased. “I can't have you outdoing me every year that we're married!”

“Hey... I helped make this one.” he growled playfully while sliding a palm under the hoodie of his you were wearing and resting it against the non-existent swell of your middle.

The feel of his hand against your skin made sudden realization hit you.

“Oh my gosh... I'm pregnant!” you blurted out in shock, as the authenticity of what was happening settled in for the first time since you'd laid eyes on that third positive test.

“Hello, pregnant...” Youngbae chuckled as he lovingly stroked his thumb across your abdomen. “Nice to meet you. I'm Dad!”

[shownuslaugh]

SJ’s Day

Pairing: SJ/All Members

Series: Bigbang 6th Member AU

2016

“First question! What is SJ’s favorite fruit?” The MC doesn’t even have time to take a breath before Seungri is practically beating the buzzer on the little side table. “V.I.?”

“Oranges!”

The typical noise accompanied by an incorrect buzzer sounds and the crowd laughs. He looked so happy to be the first with an answer too.

Taeyang is next. “Kiwi?”

“Incorrect,” the MC announces. Another buzzer goes off. “GD?”

“Cherries.”

There’s three dings followed by an annoyed sigh to SJ’s left. She peeks over to see Seungri with his head in his hands, shoulders dropped low in defeat. Out of reflex to comfort him she walks over to his table and gives him a quick back hug.

“It’s okay VI,” She shoots him a finger heart before going back to her seat. A low sound of excited screams can be heard from their audience at the gesture.

“I thought even if I didn’t guess anyone else’s questions correctly I would get SJ’s!” Seungri gestures wildly, competitiveness setting him on edge.

“You thought wrong!” Taeyang remarks with a grin.

“I’m sure you’ll get the next one.” The MC points up to the screen. “What is the first thing SJ does in the morning?”

Seungri slams his hand down on the buzzer. “Calls me!”

“Incorrect!”

“What?” Seungri looks at SJ in disbelief. “I’m your best friend! How is that not the first thing you do? What’s more important than me?”

Top cuts off the tirade by buzzing in. “She wakes up…”

“Do you want to be a little more specific, Top?” The MC prompts.

“She wakes up… and she regrets not calling VI because it means he’ll just complain all day.”

The MC shakes his head. “Incorrect. D-Lite?”

“She wakes up and she calls everyone except VI?”

“Sorry, not quite.”

The fans start throwing out their own answers that are equal parts hilarious and just plain wrong. They know SJ well enough though, since it doesn’t take long for them to start edging closer to the actual answer.

“The fans are getting closer than the rest of you,” The MC exclaims. “Would you like a hint?”

“Yes!” Seungri scoots to the edge of his seat, listening intently.

“It involves her dogs.”

“Takes them outside!”Seungri is so confident he’s correct he jumps up when he gives his answer.

“No, unfortunately not.”

“Talks to them!”

The MC hesitates. “Be a bit more specific, VI.”

Seungri gives SJ an exasperated look. “Why are you so difficult? Can’t you just give a normal answer?”

“I’m not difficult! The rest of you are just dumb and don’t know anything about me!” SJ crosses her arms. “We lived together the majority of our adult lives, VI. I’m disappointed you don’t know the answer to this.”

“You didn’t get those dogs until after you moved into your own place!”

While Seungri and SJ bicker Jiyong quietly buzzes in. “She asks the dogs how their night was.”

The MC looks at the cards, nodding to himself. “Correct! Another point for GD!”

A loud exclamation can be heard from the fans when SJ winks at GD. She puts her head in her hands when they start teasing her about it. This is the way it always goes though. VIPs like to tease their Kitten about their Dragon and make her turn a bright shade of red.

“Yeah, yeah, they’re adorable!” Seungri waves his hands at the crowd in an attempt to calm them. “Can we have the next question please.”

“VI’s upset he won’t be SJ’s favorite after this.” Taeyang can’t resist teasing.

“Who else would it be?” Seungri’s tone is demanding

“Me?” Daesung stands up, raising his hand.

“You’re both wrong. It’s Top!” SJ rushes over to hide behind him when Seungri grabs a bottle of water. Top pushes her away and she cries out dramatically, practically bolting across the stage to get out of range of the water. “Stop! I just had my hair done!”

“You should’ve thought about that before making up answers to questions and making me look bad!” Seungri responds. “Stay still!”

“NO! AHHH!” SJ yells when she collides with Daesung’s solid chest. He wraps his arms around her, holding her in place so Seungri can pour half the bottle on her head. “I hate all of you!”

Daesung and Seungri high five one another in victory. 

“Is any one interested in the next question?” The MC- bless him- does his best to reign in the chaos.

“No, we can move on now.” Seungri settles back in his seat, a huge grin stretched across his face.

“See if I answer any of your questions you little brat.” SJ tries getting the water out of her hair to no avail. She’s soaked and it’s all Seungri and Daesung’s dumb fault. “Why did none of you stop them?” She questions the older three.

“You looked like you had it under control.” Top’s just as bad as the younger Bigbang members. In fact, he’s probably worse.

“Even if we helped you would’ve yelled at us for not helping sooner.” Taeyang knows SJ. He knows there’s no winning if she’s in a position she doesn’t like. “What about you GD?”

GD shrugs. “You didn’t look impressed I’ve gotten your questions right so far.”

SJ’s mouth falls open. “So you let those idiots pour water on my head?”

Daesung presses a hand to his heart. “Idiot? At least I finished school!”

“Don’t use my lack of education against me! I’m street smart, not book smart.”

Top makes a confused face. “Are you sure?”

Taeyang points over to SJ with a playful glimmer in his eye. “Last week she texted me and asked me if I wanted to bring ten other people over for dinner. She made pasta and didn’t realize it gets bigger when you actually cook it.”

“Stop picking on me!” SJ pouts. “GD, you’re the leader. Make them stop.”

“Do you acknowledge I know the most about you?”

“Yes!”

“Do I win?”

“Yes!”

“What will your gift of love be?”

SJ thinks for a moment, a small brush creeping to her cheeks when the fans let out a collective ‘ohhhh’. “You gave Sol a selfie as a gift? We’ll do the same.”

GD nods. There’s a three second pause before he says, “Okay.”

SJ hops off her seat, skipping over to Jiyong. As she passes Top and Taeyang she sticks out her tongue. 

“Here,” she says, handing Jiyong her phone. The two of them press close together and the fans cheer.

[vamp-doll-diva]

The True Saviors - a Walking Dead fanfiction

Title: The True Saviors

Author: vamp_doll/vamp_doll_diva

Characters/Pairings: Negan/OC, Kwon Jiyong (G-Dragon) , Kang Daesung (Daesung/D-Lite), Dong Youngbae (Taeyang/Sol) , Choi Seunghyun (TOP), Simon, Dwight, Regina, Gavin, Laura, Eugene Porter

Rating: M

Category: Romance/Fantasy?/Supernatural?

AU: Negan was infamous. Skylar was a witch. The world was post apocalyptic and only the strong, rich, and/or powerful survived. Skylar was trying to create a magical weapon. She didn’t know how much she needed Negan until the day they met. Negan gave her power and confidence. And she brought out his softer side. Negan’s group called themselves the Saviors, oh how wrong they were…

Chapter 1 @ fanfiction.net

Chapter 2 @ fanfiction.net

Chapter 3 @ fanfiction.net