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[coupsie-daisies]

Kinktober '23: Somnophilia | Lee Chan

Pairing: Idol!Lee Chan x Non Idol!Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), Light angst, hurt/comfort, Kinktober 2023

Summary: Chan's schedules are keeping him away from you, and he craves closeness more than he ever has before. Luckily for him, you're always so eager to give him what he needs

WC: 1.9k

Warnings: Reader is afab but no pronouns are used, Unprotected sex (have fun, be smart), under negotiated somnophilia, fingering, creampie, cockwarming, petnames, love making, Chan is pervy if you squint. This is really soft but kinda sad at the beginning

A/N: Hopefully we're picking up again. Let me know what you think of this one!

Tags: @dragonofthenorth0726 // @wooyussy // @burningupp-replies // @bunnypig18 // @decaffedthoughts // @brownieracha // @ferrethyun // @snow-pegasus // @walkxthexmoon // @aesteraceae // @wonuqrtz // @mixling-blog // @wonwooz1

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You and Chan's relationship was fairly settled. You'd been friends even before he debuted, having met as children and the both of you being adamant that nothing was going to get in the way of the two of you being partners in crime. You were there for all of his milestones, supporting him every step of the way, and he was there for you even when he was across the world on tour.

Now the two of you had been dating for a couple of years, and he crashed at your place more often than his own. It was hard sometimes with him gone for so long during tours and coming in late from practices and promotions, but you knew that this was his dream, and you would never be mad at him for chasing it. Not when you were his number one fan.

He, however, was much more angry with himself over his chaotic schedule and endless obligations. He was a performer, sure, but he wanted so badly to be closer to you. Date nights were constantly getting reshuffled, dinners with your family attended late when things ran over. He didn't feel reliable in the least. But every time his worries got the best of him, you were there with your solutions and your never ending patience that he was eternally grateful for.

That never ending patience came in handy for you, especially on nights like this. Nights when he didn't get home from filming Going Seventeen and consequently spending time with his hyungs until well past midnight. You were already in bed, sound asleep when he tiptoed into your bedroom. He sighed, trying not to make any noise to wake you up. He knew you wouldn't be mad if he did, you'd just rub your eyes and smile all sleepily and ask how his day was in that tiny, barely awake voice, but he knew you had to work in the morning and he didn't want to disturb you.

So he tiptoed around your apartment, getting himself ready for bed and carefully slipping under the blankets beside you. You hummed contentedly in your sleep, wiggling closer to the feeling of him, dragging his arm around your waist even in his sleep. He stifled a chuckle at your clingy behavior, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and mumbling a soft 'I love you' before closing his eyes for the night.

He'd had every intention of just going to sleep then, but it seemed that he wasn't as tired as he'd thought he was. At least not when he had the warmth of you pressed up against him, and his mind wandering to the last time he'd gotten to feel that warmth without the barrier of clothes between the two of you. Just your skin pressed to his, your face against his shoulder, your pussy wrapped around his cock. Fuck.

Chan wasn't sex crazed, but he had his needs, and you had yours, and it had become increasingly difficult with Seventeen's success and a comeback just around the corner to meet those needs as often as you'd both like. So Chan found himself feeling a bit like a teenager again, getting hard at the simplest touches from you or the thought alone of sneaking in a quick moment here and there. But now you were sound asleep, the soft curve of your ass pressed against the outline of his cock through his boxers. He huffed out a sigh, trying not to grind against your touch. How long had it been since you'd had sex? Too long, a few weeks or more.

His hand slid to your hip, grabbing at it lightly, still careful not to wake you up. He remembered you offhandedly mentioning that it might be nice to wake up to sex, but the two of you hadn't talked about it very much. But even so, the thought was bouncing around in his head, and the tiny way that you wiggled closer, pressing back into his chest and giving him just a little more friction against his aching cock. It was too much to resist.

He rolled his hips forward, dragging his clothed erection against your ass. He was careful, moving slowly in steady rocking motions. You made a soft noise, and he bit his lip, still feeling guilty about the idea of waking you up. His hand tucked into your pajama shorts, sliding carefully between your legs and searching for your clit, rubbing slow circles against it in time with his rutting against you.

You shifted, half rolling over to spread your thighs. His eyes searched your face, but you were peacefully asleep, and the sight of your body opening up to him even when you weren't conscious of it did something wholeheartedly filthy to him. He leaned down, pressing careful kisses to your neck as he continued to tease you, feeling you grow wet against his touch. Always so perfect and pliant for him. He knew your body must need him as much as he needed you.

He slowly slid a finger inside, coaxing a pretty little sigh out of you and feeling his dick twitch at the sound. He rutted against you again, dragging his hips slowly against your thigh now as he worked you open. His finger curled and pumped into you, drawing more of your juices out of you until he could work a second one alongside the first. He was always attentive, making sure that you were ready for him, but even more so now. Call him selfish, but he wanted to make sure this was a good experience so he could do it all over again another night. Hadn't even gotten his dick wet yet and he was already hooked.

"Chan," His name was barely a whisper, a sighed breath as you shifted and nuzzled closer. You weren't fully asleep, but just teetering on the edge. Your eyes didn't open, and even though his movements didn't stop, you seemed to settle again. He almost whined, but he had been the one wanting to make sure you slept, wasn't he?

He moved as slowly as he could manage, settling between your legs and kicking his underwear off so he could finally stroke his length. The friction had his breath hitching and his hips bucking forward, and he could only imagine how much better it would be once he was fucking you instead of his fist.

He dragged the head of his cock through your folds, watching the way your hips pressed up towards his, forcing his dick a little closer to your eagerly awaiting entrance. He thumbed at your clit a few times, reveling in the little moans and sighs you let out. By now you'd generally be begging for him to get on with it. You weren't as patient as he was, and he wasn't very patient himself. But he appreciated the build up, taking his time with it now, getting your body worked up just how he wanted it.

And finally, after a few more minutes of teasing you and letting your wetness coat his length, he pressed into you, slow and steady until he was buried to the hilt, and you were shifting, clearly starting to wake up. He leaned down, pressing his lips to your jaw, trailing wet, heavy kisses along your skin.

"Sorry, baby. Need you so bad," He said, holding himself up with one arm while the other hand steadies your hips for him to pull back and thrust into you again, still slow and gentle as he finds a steady pace. "Missed your pussy so fucking much

You blinked up at him, a tiny whine pulling out of your throat as your mind flickered into consciousness, trying to register the flaring warmth in your stomach and the feeling of having Chan's cock filling you up. You tipped your head back, lips parted breathlessly.

"More," You said after a moment, voice still heavy with sleep. Chan hesitated, searching your face for any sign that you weren't fully aware of what you were asking for, but it wasn't there. "Chan, baby, fuck me harder. Need it."

You were adamant now, a little more awake than you had been and just as desperate as he was. You reached up, fingers threading through his hair to pull him down into a messy kiss. It wasn't coordinated, but it was full of unspoken words of adoration. He pressed himself close to you, his hips meeting yours in hard, deep thrusts as if it would allow the two of you to become one being. Both of your sounds of pleasure were lost in the clash of tongues you shared.

You both needed the closeness, the feeling of walking the line between filthy fucking and passionate love making. The slide and press and warmth of each other, heavy with sleep and clinging to one another like it was the last chance you'd get to feel this way.

"Close," You warned him, head falling back against the pillow again. His mouth found your pulsepoint, suckling at it, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make your stomach flip. You arched into him, fingertips dragging hard down his shoulders as you came around him, the sounds you made hushed in the quiet of your room.

He wasn't far behind you, holding you close as he rolled his hips into you until finally he hit his high, orgasm washing through him with a musical sigh of your name and a kiss pressed to your lips.

You both stayed that way for a while until he rolled the both of you onto your sides. He kept you pressed close, his softening dick still buried inside you, plugging his cum inside. You wrapped your leg around his waist, resting your forehead against his chest and listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"Missed you," You said, tracing shapes against his side and watching him try not to squirm away from the ticklish touch. "Don't like falling asleep without you."

He frowned, and he kissed the top of your head so you wouldn't look up and see the heartbroken expression on his face even in the dark.

"I know. I don't like it either. I promise it'll get better. I don't know when, but it will." He said. You nodded a little. The quiet that fell over you was heavy. Not uncomfortable, but weighing on the both of you. It was obvious that you were both struggling with the separation his schedule was causing, but it was also clear in the way that you held onto each other that it wasn't going to be the end of anything.

"I really like waking up to you, though." You said finally. Looking up at him. He could see the curve of your smile even in the dark, and he brought his thumb to trace along it, letting himself memorize it and sealing it away for a rainy day. "Especially waking up to you like that. Should do that more often."

He chuckled, quietly agreeing before the two of you were falling asleep together. Just like you were meant to.

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[dinodaweeb]

Surprise, Bub | ᡣ𐭩

Deadpool x Gn!Reader x Wolverine

summary: You break into Deadpool’s house to confront him only to find a mysterious man who’s kind of your type.

— ᡣ𐭩

Breaking into Deadpool’s apartment was almost too easy. You’d expected more—laser tripwires, explosives, maybe a pit of rabid raccoons. Instead, there was a simple lock, easily picked, and now you were standing in his living room, clutching your gun with a mix of tension and adrenaline.

The place was as chaotic as you’d imagined: mismatched furniture, a clutter of weapons and comic books, and the faint smell of old pizza lingering in the air. You glanced around, your eyes narrowing as you prepared to confront the man who had been causing you so much grief lately.

But before you could locate your target, a deep, gravelly voice interrupted your thoughts.

“You lost, bub?”

You spun around, gun aimed and ready, but the sight that met you was… unexpected. A man stood in the doorway, arms crossed over a broad chest. He was ruggedly handsome, with wild hair and piercing eyes that seemed to cut through you. There was an air of danger around him, something primal that made your heart beat a little faster.

“Who the hell are you?” you demanded, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Logan,” he replied, his voice carrying a low, rumbling growl. “And I could ask you the same thing.”

Before you could respond, the familiar, obnoxiously cheerful voice of Deadpool echoed through the room.

“Hey! Look who decided to drop in unannounced!” Wade exclaimed, popping up behind Logan. He looked between the two of you, a mischievous grin spreading across his masked face. “Oh, this is gonna be fun.”

You shot Wade a glare. “I came here to settle things with you, not—”

“Not to get distracted by my handsome, hairy friend here?” Wade interrupted, waggling his eyebrows. “I mean, I don’t blame you. Logan’s a catch. But hey, we can all play nice, right?”

Logan let out a snort, his eyes never leaving yours. “You got some guts breaking into this place, kid.”

“I’m not a kid,” you retorted, feeling a little braver than before. “And I came here to—”

“To kick my ass?” Deadpool interjected, bouncing over to you with an exaggerated pout. “Aw, you shouldn’t have. I’m flattered, really. You know, peanut over here tried the same thing one time.”

Before you could even begin to respond, Wade wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leaning in close. “But I gotta warn ya, if you’re gonna take me on, you gotta deal with him too.” He jerked his thumb toward Logan, who was now smirking at the both of you.

You weren’t sure what you’d expected when you broke into Deadpool’s apartment, but this was definitely not it. Confronting one was bad enough, but both of them together? The thought should have made you uneasy, but instead, there was something thrilling about it. The tension in the room was thick, charged with an energy that was both dangerous and alluring.

“What’s it gonna be, bub?” Logan asked, his voice low and challenging. “You gonna make a move, or are you just here to gawk?”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you looked between them. You could feel Wade’s eyes on you, feel the heat radiating from Logan’s presence. This wasn’t what you’d planned, but maybe plans were overrated.

You squared your shoulders, smirking back at Logan. “Maybe I’m here for both.”

Wade let out a delighted cackle. “Oh, I like this one, Logan. Can we keep him?”

Logan just chuckled, shaking his head. “We’ll see about that, Wade.”

“Besides, you already got a pet.”

Before you knew it, the tension shifted from dangerous to something else entirely. Wade’s hands were on your shoulders, his masked face inches from yours, while Logan stepped closer, his presence towering and imposing.

The confrontation you’d come for was far from over. But as you stood there between them, you realized that maybe, just maybe, this was exactly where you wanted to be.

You stared at Logan’s chest and grinned.

Definitely where you wanted to be.

“Now time to stop the one-shot or we’ll end up forcing the author to write a threesome.” Wade implied.

“Ugh.” You and Logan both groaned at his comment.

Fin.

a/n: I would apologize but im not sorry.

[animeniacss]

hiiii are you taking requests? 🥹 i was wondering if you could write a fluffy second chance romance trope with mingyu x reader? 🫶🏻

I am so sorry this took a million years longer than I wanted! But it's all done and I hope you enjoy!! <3

Synopsis: Mingyu's job as an idol is very demanding, but you guys want to make it work.

Tags: Idol!Mingyu, Canon, Second Chances, Fluff, A bit of angst, Flashbacks

Length: approx. 3.2k words

Mingyu x Reader - The Good Easily Outweights the Bad

You were sitting on the couch, a book in your hand and a coffee on the end table. Your TV has been playing a shuffled mix of different songs, the ambiance changing from power ballads to Western indie pop, to whatever was the top-charting idol song in the past few weeks. You didn’t mind, though. It was a type of chaos you never minded, a type of chaos you preferred. 

One that at times, you even missed.

A familiar rumbling of thunder came up on the television screen and you didn’t even need to look up from your book to feel your lips quirk up into a sad smile. When you did, however, it was just in time for the familiar piano sounds to click into view. A familiar chant was called into the screen, and the song began. 

You set your book down, eyes focused solely on the song. MAESTRO by Seventeen was playing, their most recent comeback and it was one that frequently kept coming up in your song rotation. Mostly because you put it there. 

Well, you and Kim Mingyu himself, that is.

“Have you seen it? Have you seen it?!” Mingyu was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet as he stood in front of your TV. You smiled up at him from the couch, lounged in your sweats and a large tee shirt - it was his - as he typed in the name of their newest video to the search bar. 

“You told me to wait for you to come over, Gyu,” you said behind a giggle. Mingyu turned to you, laughing shyly as he remembered the request. Once the video was up, he walked to the couch, immediately plopping at your side and tugging you under his arm, resting his hand around your waist. Your eyes flickered up to him as the video began, amusement and fondness in your features as you turned back to the video. 

Mingyu always liked playing his music when the two of you were together. Not because he was vain or expected praise, if anything it was the opposite. You would compliment his scenes and he’d blush; lopsided smile and all as he told you to ‘knock it off’. However, you never did, and he never protests under real stress. So, you assumed he played the videos because he liked being teased. And you liked to tease. It was good like that. 

Mingyu hasn’t been to your apartment in a little over two weeks.

Not because you didn’t want him to be. You always wanted him to be. But it wasn’t possible, not the way it used to be. Mingyu’s job as an idol was demanding, especially with all of his success these past few years. From a brand ambassador who traveled the world, to a variety show participant, to a pop idol, Mingyu’s time was spread thin in his career. That meant little, if any, of that time was for you. And that killed you. 

As the song came to an end, another was right on the horizon. It stayed like that for a good three or four songs, and you did not have the heart to change it. You made it louder. Maybe it was because it brought back good memories, of times when the two of you were still able to cuddle on the couch and watch music videos or TV until he had to go for the night. Or even better, until the two of you fell asleep on the couch and woke up in the middle of the night still cuddled up the way you had been. 

You got up as the song changed once again, making your way into the kitchen. End tables and shelves were still littered with photos of the two of you, of you two with both his members and your friends. You knew after a month of not being involved with MIngyu anymore, you really should put them away. Not throw them out, but store them somewhere. But looking at them made you feel a bit of comfort, and you didn’t have enough time or money to go out knick-knack shopping for replacements. So there, the memories sat. 

You opened the fridge, pulling out a tupperware of leftovers from the previous night. You popped open the plastic, the smell of leftover fried rice making your belly rumble and your mind race. 

“Gyu, I’m starving, babe.” You whined, laying your head on the table. Mingyu chuckled from the counter, turning to look at the pan he was currently frying up rice in.

“I said we should order something in because it’s so late.” he reminded. 

“But I haven’t seen you, and I missed your cooking.” 

“And that is why I am currently in your kitchen, cooking.” He nodded. You sighed. “Ahh, don’t worry.” You heard footsteps crossing the little kitchen, and when you looked up from the table, Mingyu leaned down to plant a kiss on the top of your head. “It’ll be done in five minutes.”

“Alright, then I’ll set the table.” you said, getting up and heading over to your cabinets and grabbing two plates. You poked your head over at Mingyu as he returned to the cooking, smiling. “It smells good.”

Mingyu chuckled, almost shy at the compliment. “Thank you~.” he said. 

Your fried rice wasn’t anything like his, but it was still good, and you popped it in the microwave to reheat. As you rested your hips on the counter, you scanned the empty apartment. It was usually empty, since you were the only one who lived there. But with Mingyu, it felt less empty. Not just because he was a towering gym rat who looked a bit beefier every time you saw him, but because his laugh echoed from the living room to the bedroom when he watched TV while you tried to sleep, or his shriek at the sight of a spider echoed from the balcony and most likely all the way back to HYBE. 

Ready to Love started playing on the TV, and your eyes cast up to see the beginnings of the music video. 

The beep of the microwave reclaimed your attention momentarily as you took out the food, grabbing a utensil and returning to the couch, nestling beside the book you left bent right down the middle as to not lose your place in it. The meal was quiet, minus the music playing on the TV. Most of them have been this past month when it was just you home for dinner. You popped the leftovers into your mouth, pursing your lips together. 

“I have our first music show performance for maestro tomorrow.” Mingyu said, sliding his shoes on. “Why am I nervous?”

“You’re always nervous.” you chuckled, resting on the wall. “But you’ll do fine. I’ll be sure to vote, okay?” Mingyu turned to you and smiled.

“I’ll do my best if I know you’re watching.” He said. You nodded. “I’ll try to come by again soon, okay?” 

“Don’t push yourself…” you said softly, and Mingyu’s smile dropped. Maybe it was because yours did as well, you could feel it in your face. He stepped closer, brushing some hair out of your face. 

“I’ll try to come by again soon, okay?” he asked. “Our schedules are really packed but I will.” 

“I know.” you said. Mingyu smiled, leaning down to offer a quick kiss. “I”ll text you when I get back home, and then go right back to sleep!” he pouted. “I don’t want to hear any of this nonsense that you were up all night gaming!”

“I won’t!”

“Wonwoo lives in my apartment, I will hear him.” he said. You laughed behind a hand, and Mingyu’s grin widened. 

“Okay, okay. Goodnight, Gyu.” you said, watching as he grabbed the last of his things and headed out the door, offering one more glance and smile as he headed out the door. 

His schedule really did pack up after that, from music shows to runways to modeling shoots. Everyone wanted a piece of Kim Mingyu, it seemed. Everyone including you. But you told yourself never to be selfish when it came to his career, it was in his life long before you. But that didn’t make it hurt any less. 

Closing the tupperware, you returned to the kitchen and discarded it. Washing it would be a tomorrow you problem. You felt tired all of a sudden. You pressed your back onto the couch, finally clicking off the TV and really dropping the apartment into silence. Your book fell to the floor, but you left it, eyes cast up to the ceiling. Your felt your chest tighten, knowing tomorrow would be another day that Mingyu would be anywhere except here with you. You tried not to let it hurt, but God you just couldn’t help it. 

“Think of something positive, something good.” You mumbled to yourself in the dim lighting of your apartment. You closed your eyes, rolling through the endless cavern of positive memories. 

“It’s nice out tonight.” you said, leaning over the railing of your balcony and admiring the view. Mingyu had a few consecutive days off, and immediately rushed to spend them with you. You turned to him as he sipped a beer, resting comfortably on one of your outdoor chairs. He looked up at you and smiled. 

“It is.” he said. After a second, he pulled out his phone, reaching up to angle it towards the sky. You stepped out of the way, allowing him uninterrupted access to the sky and stars above. 

“Is this for Instagram?” you asked curiously. Mingyu laughed, his shoulder shaking a bit.

“Maybe.” he said. A few more taps on his phone, and without looking up, he moved his hand in your direction. You watched him motion for you to take a few steps towards him. “I want one of you.”

“What?” you asked. “You can’t post that.” Despite your protest, you were already shifting yourself. 

“I won’t.” he assured. You tilted your head, but Mingyu only grinned. “Smile.” 

“Gyu-.”

“I’ll be in Europe for a while…I want something to look at when I miss you.” 

You felt your heart swell, a smile forming on your face as Mingyu snapped the picture. He turned it around to examine the results, nodding. “Perfect..” 

When you took your next breath, it was shaky. Not the best memory to recall it seemed. They had just gone on their Europe trip, making appearances in both Paris for UNESCO and London for Glastonbury. Both of which were big opportunities, wonderful opportunities that Mingyu talked about endlessly with you when he and the other members found out. However, with rehearsals and travel preparations, your limited time with Mingyu decreased even more. 

And then you had to do it.

“A break?” Mingyu asked. “Wh-why?”

“I just think it’s best.” you said softly. “You have a lot going on and I don’t want to tie you down.” You leaned back in your chair, sighing. “Just while your schedule is full. I want you to focus on that, and when-.” you paused. “If things calm down, then-.”

“When has that ever happened successfully?” Mingyu asked. There was no malice in his words, not even all that much hurt. He just genuinely sounded like he wanted to know when ‘a break’ has worked, as if knowing it has worked will make a difference in if it will this time. 

“Gyu…” you sighed. “I just want you to do your job without anything tying you down…”

Mingyu didn’t put up much of a fight after that, finally agreeing that, for now, his focus should be on his upcoming intense schedules. He slipped on his shoes, turned to you with a smile and kiss goodbye as usual, and left the apartment. Neither of you have spoken since. 

You felt your throat close up, wiping your eyes. Mingyu would be home from that schedule, if he wasn’t already. Usually, he’d fly directly to your apartment and cling to you for hours, maybe even all night. 

“I missed you so much!”

“I missed you too, Gyu! Tell me everything!!” 

That wouldn’t happen this time. 

Just as you regained yourself, closing your eyes to try and get some sleep, there was a knock at your door. Your head snapped over, breath stilling. A second passed, and there was another knock, followed by a deep familiar voice calling out your name.

“M-mingyu?!” You called, sitting up. You swung your legs over the side of the couch, getting up and padding over to the door. In one swift motion the door was unlocked and flung open, Mingyu standing there out of breath. “What are you doing? Did…did you run here?”

“I had to.” he said. “I… we got back yesterday, I would have come then if I didn’t crash on the couch as soon as I got home and-.”

“Gyu, wait.” You said, reaching out to take his hand. “C-come in…come in…” Mingyu sighed, walking in and closing the door behind him. “You look so out of breath. Do you want water?”

“Ah, yes. Please…” he said. You spun to head into the kitchen, motioning him into the living room as he trudged in, plopping himself down. “Yeesh! I forgot how far your apartment is from me.” A chuckle escaped your lips as you grabbed a water bottle, walking over to the couch and passing it to him. “Thanks…” he cracked it open and took a long sip. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked, not intending for it to come out as harsh at it did. Mingyu looked up at you, and that was when you saw a plastic bag at his side. Your features softened almost immediately at the familiar convenient store logo. His lips quirked up into a smile.

“It’s only been a few weeks. You know I bring our favorite convenient store meal every time I come back from a long trip.” He leaned over, opening the bag and pulling out chips, ice creams, rice balls, and ramen. You opened your mouth to speak, but Mingyu was already a step ahead. “I know what you said before I left…” he said. “I tried to stay away, or at least call and ask if I could come by. But…it just didn’t feel right to not come here right away.” he looked at you. 

“Oh…” 

He motioned the ramen cups to you. “I won’t stay long. But at least humor me and eat some, hm?”

With only a bit of leftover fried rice in your system, you were weak to refuse. Taking the cups, you returned to the kitchen one final time, Mingyu following behind the store the ice cream for later. 

The kitchen was quiet as the two of you sat at the table, waiting for your ramen cups to cook. Mingyu drummed his finger along the table.

“I saw the photos.” you said quickly. “And the performances. You guys were amazing.”

MIngyu looked almost shocked. “You actually watched them?”

“Of course,” you chuckled. “I told you I would.”

“Yeah, but that was before…” Mingyu trailed off. You sighed, looking down at your hands. 

“I know.” you said. “But I still promised.” Mingyu chuckled a bit. Another long silence, and you sighed. 

“Mingyu, I’m sorry.” you said. His eyes shot up as the words tumbled out of your mouth a bit faster than you had intended, if you had intended at all. But they were out now. “I…was so stupid.” 

“Stupid? No, come on now.” he said. “Don’t say that.”

“No, I was.” you said. “You make every effort to keep me in your life, even when you’re busy and I toss it all away for no reason.” you sighed. “The minute I said that we needed a break I wanted to take it back but I didn’t know if I could at that point.” 

Mingyu was silent for a second, opening his ramen cup. The steam rose and hit his cheeks, and he smiled. Grabbing his chopsticks, he stirred, leaning back in his chair to talk. “I talked to Jeonghan and Shua about it while we were away.” he said. “And I had time to think about it myself, too.”

“Oh?” You frowned. Jeonghan and Joshua were his best friends, not yours. You knew if it was appropriate, they’d side with him in a heartbeat. And it was definitely appropriate. “What did they say?”

“Well.” he took a bite of his food and chewed, processing his thoughts before he said. “They told me that it made sense why you felt that way. And that neither of us are in the wrong, but both of us were stressed with my schedules.” He shrugged. “So, I told myself I’d give you space when I came back.” he smiled. “Wait until my schedules calmed a bit and then go from there.”

“So-.” you motioned to the ramen and snacks in the fridge. “Why didn’t you?” 

He chuckled, a bit of pink on his cheeks as he replied: “I just missed you too much.” 

You felt yoru breath catch in your throat at hose words, inhaling a deep breath. “I missed you too. Even though it’s only been a few weeks.” Mingyu chuckled.

“I know.” he said. “We’ve been apart longer, but for some reason these few weeks felt unbearable.” he set his chopsticks down, licking his lips. “Maybe because I’m usually so used to knowing that you’d be here when I got back.” You chuckled. “I was worried you’d slam the door in my face.”

“Oh, come on, what do you take me for?” you pouted, and Mingyu threw his head back to laugh. 

“I know.” he assured. A deep breath. “I’d…like to try again, though.” he said. “I don’t want to be on a break.” he said. “If you really feel strongly about it…I won’t dare push you.” he shook his head. “But, regardless, I hope that until we figure everything out, I can still come by from time to time.”

“Ah, Gyu…” you sighed, finally reaching out to mix your own ramen. “I want to try again too.” His eyes sparkled a bit from across the table as he took another bite into his mouth. “Like I said, the minute I suggested it…I wanted to take it back. I’m sorry…” 

Mingyu got up, ramen up and all, pulling him chair to your side and sitting beside you. When you looked up, he leaned forward and kissed your forehead. 

“Just don’t let your ramen get cold, and I’ll forgive you.” he teased. “Or at the very least, give it to me.” You chuckled, resting against his shoulder. 

“...So, tell me everything that happened in Europe.” you said, putting a bite of food in your mouth. “I heard your pants ripped.” He groaned. 

“Do  we have to start with that?” he asked, and you covered your mouth to laugh. 

“I got these for you!!” Mingyu outstretched a convenient store bag in your direction. When you looked down, you saw ramen, chips, and ice cream inside. He had just gotten home from the Be the Sun tour the day before, and since you couldn’t meet him at the dorms or the airport, he promised to come to you once he was fully unpacked. “I thought we could snack and I’ll tell you all about the tour!” 

You smiled, reaching out and taking the bag, setting it aside before pulling Mingyu into a tight hug. He immediately returned it, hands squeezing around your waist as he nestled into your hair. “I missed you so much.” he said.

“I missed you too, Gyu.” you said. Pulling back, you looked up at him. “Tell me everything!” 

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[sebastiannewai]

kitchen dance-off | dino

✿ dino x reader

✿ idol!dino x reader

✿ fluff

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It was well past midnight when you woke up to the grumble of your stomach. You glanced at the clock on your bedside table and sighed. Just as you debated satisfying your craving, you checked your phone and noticed an unread message from Dino.

"You awake?" read the message.

You smiled, knowing exactly what he wanted. You quickly typed back, "Yep, what’s up?"

"Late night snack? Craving your cookies so bad."

You chuckled softly. Dino, your boyfriend who is so busy with schedules, often had late-night cravings. And his favorite place to satisfy those cravings? Your kitchen.

"Alright, come over" you replied, slipping out of bed and heading to the kitchen.

You had just finished setting out the ingredients when Dino quietly let himself in, his eyes lighting up and wrapping his arms around you from behind. "Hey," he whispered tenderly.

"Hi love," you replied, smiling warmly. "Ready to bake?"

Dino nodded eagerly, releasing you from the hug and rolling up his sleeves. "Absolutely. Been dreaming about your double chocolate chip cookies."

As you both mixed the ingredients, you noticed Dino swaying a bit while humming to a song. You laughed. "Always dancing, even while baking."

Dino shrugged, a playful twinkle in his eyes. "Can’t help it. Music’s in my blood." He reached for the flour and accidentally puffed a cloud of it into the air, covering you both.

You laughed. "Nice move, Mr. Future of Kpop. Ever thought about adding flour fights to your dances?"

Dino wiped some flour off his face, grinning. "Only if you’re my dance partner." He took your hand and twirled you around the kitchen.

You giggled, trying to keep up with his steps. "This is supposed to be a baking session, not a dance-off!"

Dino shook his head, smiling wider. "Why not both?" He spun you around again, and you both laughed as the both of you moved to the beat, flour and laughter filling the air.

After your playful dance, you returned to baking. As the cookies baked, filling the kitchen with a sweet aroma, you sat on the counter, catching your breaths and enjoying the moment.

"You know," Dino said softly, "these late-night sessions with you are my favorite."

You looked at him, your heart swelling with love. "Mine too. It’s nice to have some fun amidst all the craziness."

The timer dinged, announcing the cookies were ready. You jumped up, taking the golden-brown treats from the oven. Dino took a bite, savoring the taste. "Perfect, just like you." he murmured.

You blushed, feeling a rush of warmth. "Thanks, Dino. For everything."

He gazed at your lovingly. "No, thank you, Y/N. For being my comfort and my happiness."

As you sat together, sharing cookies and stories, the late-night cravings and kitchen dance-off became more than just a spontaneous moment. It was a special time, a heartwarming way to spend the night.

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[seventeenreasonswhy]

SVT Reacts to Seeing Their S/O in Glasses for the First Time 🤓

~ SFW ~

OT13!Seventeen x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Content: SFW, Fluff!, can be read as established relationships or new relationships, just boys being smitten! 🥰

Author's note: Sweet boys being sweet! They are whipped! This one's for my fellow glasses girls out there. (No affiliation with eyebuydirect, they just had a wide range of frames lol)

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S.Coups

You walk out of the bathroom in these frames, with your hair gathered in a lose bun, ready for bed. S.coups is lounging on your bed already, but he has never seen you in glasses before and does a double-take, looking up from his phone. They suit your face so well. It’s like he’s seeing the real shape of your face for the first time. God, she's so cute, he thinks. “You’re so cute,” he hears himself say aloud. You turn to him suddenly, a deep blush spreading across your face at his sudden compliment.

Jeonghan

You walk into the coffee shop wearing these, your hair falling in tresses over your cute cream-colored sweater. You looked so relaxed and cute. Jeonghan almost didn’t realize it was you when he saw this cute girl in glasses walk through the door. “Wah, Y/N!” he can’t help but cry out, beaming as you get closer. “You’re so cute!” You tease him about sounding so surprised, but he ignores you and tells you that he loves how you look in your glasses, he thinks you're adorable. He can’t stop smiling and simping as you drink your coffees.

Joshua

You meet Joshua at the museum wearing these. You were running late and didn’t have time to put in your contacts. You were dressed in a chic turtleneck and grey marbled overcoat. He spotted your high bun right away, and as soon as he saw your glasses he smiled. “I didn’t know you wore glasses,” he said. It’s true, you hadn’t really worn them around him yet. You didn’t prefer them. “You look sexy.” he said softly, and you felt something catch in your chest. maybe you would wear them more often...

Jun

As Jun walks by the laundromat, he does a double take. He sees you by chance, sitting at a counter in the window passing the time reading as you waited for your laundry to finish. He was surprised that he recognized you—he had never seen you wearing glasses before. You were concentrating hard on the book you were reading, so you didn’t see him kind of watching you from the sidewalk. You had your hair half up in a messy-but-sexy bun, long strands hanging between you and your book. You chewed on your fingernails as you read. So cute, he thought. He finally enters the laundromat and comes up behind you. You jump a little, but quickly recover and smacking him with your book. “You look cute,” he says, ignoring your playful smack and tucking a strand of your hair away from your face affectionately, making you blush all of the sudden.

Hoshi

You told Hoshi that you would give him a ride home from dance practice, but he almost misses you in the company parking lot because you're wearing glasses he’s never seen you in before. You only need them to drive at night, but you kind of like them. They frame your face really well and draw attention to your pretty eyes and cheekbones. Hoshi is beaming at you as he gets into the passenger seat. “Ah...” he sighs out softly, a wry smile on his face, as if he's wistful he hadn’t seen you in your glasses sooner, “so you wear glasses, ah...” You smirk, glancing at him sideways. He’s obviously admiring your face in these frames. He holds your hand as you drive, continuing to stare at you while you giggle at his blatant simping.

Wonwoo

Wonwoo has been waiting for a chance to see you in your glasses! You'd mentioned wearing them sometimes when you got tired of your contacts but you’d only recently found frames that you actually kind of liked. You finally wear them one day, styling them with your favorite oversized sweater and baggy pants, your hair in a high, fluffy ponytail. Needless to say, Wonwoo is! smitten!! He finds the dark frames so cool. You look effortless, your glasses adding some mystique to your already very beautiful aura. Unconsciously, he gets a little clingier with you... “What’s up?” you ask him as he fiddles with the sleeve of your big sweater, standing closer to you than usual. “I like your glasses,” he says, and his low, quiet tone makes your heart stop for a second.

Woozi

Woozi loves when you wear your cute glasses. He thinks you look so sweet and squishy, for real. He’d be all over you, pinching your cheeks and tickling you. He can’t help it, something about the big wire frames on your cute pouty face with your pink sweatshirt is just so cute. He wants to squeeze you like a plushy stuffed animal.

The8

He finds your trendy glasses particularly well suited to the outfit you’re wearing today. You look so cool. The whole look really aligns with your style: striking and simple. He catches himself staring longer than usual at your bone structure, really appreciating the naturally beautiful shape of your face and the sweetness of your eyes, accented by those simple frames. He is really staring at you, and you playfully push his face away, but he just keeps looking at you. “You’re so pretty,” he says, smiling at you. You can’t bring yourself to meet his overwhelming gaze, but he doesn’t even mind.

Mingyu

Mingyu sees you hunched over your laptop at the kitchen table when he gets home late. You’re wearing glasses as you stare at the screen, your hair up in a messy bun, wearing one of his sweatshirts. You look up at him as he enters the room, happy to see him and for the excuse to take a break from your studying. “I like your glasses,” he says as you wrap your arms around his middle and give him a big, stress-relieving hug. He pulls back to look at you again. “They really suit you.” You thank him and turn to sit back down, but he pulls you close again, still looking at you. “So cute!” he smiles as he slides his palms up to the sides of your face, gently squeezing your cheeks, puffing your lips out into a fish-lipped shape as he gives you a kiss on the forehead. You can only laugh at how over the top he was being over some plain old blue light glasses, lol.

DK

DK was kind of early to your apartment to pick you up for your date. He figured he could just hang out with you as you got ready. but you answered the door with your hair still up, a toothbrush hanging out of your mouth, and glasses on. he reflexively laughed at how cute and frazzled you were, but you cut him off by trying to ask him why he was so early. unfortunately, the toothbrush in your mouth turned your words to mush, only making DK laugh more at how cute you were, following you to the bathroom as you stomped away in a hurry to continue getting ready. he slowly stops laughing but continues to beam at you through the reflection in the bathroom mirror as he leans against the doorframe behind you, watching your face as you continue to brush your teeth and take your hair down. “You look so cute in glasses, y/n” he says, “why don’t you wear them more?” he pretends to pout, like you’ve been keeping this from him on purpose. “I always wear contacts,” you say, flustered at his presence behind you, the way he’s looking at you through the bathroom mirror. you move to take your glasses off, but you feel a hand suddenly grasping at your forearm. “No, leave them on,” he softly whines from behind you, and you almost jump away from him. but he’s holding you. you just hope that he can’t hear your heartbeat, it’s pounding so hard. “Okay,” you say, blushing beet red. DK just keeps hold of your arm, smiling at you as you both head out the door.

Seungkwan

You told Seungkwan to pick you up at the office after another long day. He hated to see you overworking yourself so much and brings snacks for the car ride home to cheer you up. You climb in the car, and he notices your new glasses right away. He loves when you wear glasses, he thinks they make you look so sexy and sweet. He keeps stealing glances at you as you vent about your day. As you make your way home, he lets his free hand idly float over to play with your hair, soon rubbing his thumb gently against the side of your cheek. You smile at the touch, grateful that he’s being so loving right now. “I like your glasses,” he says softly, and you blush at his earnestness. “They’re so pretty on you.” You float your hand up to his, cupping it against your face, planting a quick kiss on his palm.

Vernon

He opens the incoming FaceTime call to a familiar face, but with a new twist �� he’s never seen you in your glasses before. “Do you want me to pick something up, I’m at the convenience store right now,” you ask him, looking at the aisles of snacks in front of you. he just watches you as you hold the tiny microphone built into the side of your headphone wire up to your pretty lips. your lips looked even sweeter and more plush contrasted with these frames on your face. “Did you get glasses?” he asks, not answering your question. “Hm? Oh no, I just hardly ever wear them.” “You look good in them,” he says, smirking at you. He looks whipped, you think with a little inward giggle. “Thank youuu,” you smile, ”I’ll get us some ice cream~.”

Dino

Sometimes you stop by the practice room when you know Dino is there very late to bring him a snack or to watch his new choreography. Tonight is the first night that you’ve gone to visit him bare-faced and your glasses on though. You usually get a little more dolled up, but you fell behind on all of the tasks you had to get done today and didn’t get around to primping. But, it turns out Dino doesn’t care. In fact he stops the choreo he’s in the middle of after catching a glimpse of you in your cute frames from the corner of his eye. “Wah, I like your glasses,” a big smile plastered on his face. He holds his arms out, reaching for you even as he walks across the practice room toward you. You meet and rub noses with your lightly sweaty boyfriend as he takes you lightly by the forearms, leaning toward you as he thanks you for bringing snacks. He can’t help but touch the frames on your face, taking in your more casual look. “How are you so pretty?” He breathes out, and you lightly smack him for being so candid in front of all the other dancers.

[supercap2319]

"Mr. Barnes? I was wondering if it'd be alright with you if I took your son out on a date?" Y/N tried not to squeak as he looked at the older man in front of him as he trained his icy blue eyes on him. It was no secret that James Buchanan Barnes was very protective of his son. Never putting him in harm's way or a harmful situation. You might think Javi was sheltered and introverted, but in truth, he was very outgoing.

"And why are you asking my permission? Most kids do whatever they want, right?" He raised his eyebrows.

Y/N nods. "That's correct, sir, but I wanted to check with you first. See how you feel about it."

"And if I say no?"

"Then I'll respect your decision. I'll be devastated, but I'll respect your rules. And maybe try and convince you I'm worthy of your son."

"Really? Well, what would you do to convince me?" Bucky asked.

"Whatever you asked. I'll do it."

Bucky smiled. "Is that right? Well, I have some ideas. Come with me." He walks towards the upstairs and Y/N followed him.

[fantasy-svt]

Right here with me

Info | Masterlist | Chapter 2

Description: It started with an invitation to spend a week with you, but now he remained with you for the rest of his days.

Pairing: Lee Chan x gn!reader (platonic) Word Count: 4.0k words

The house before you was grand, you remembered being shocked at the sight the first time you had seen it. The gate itself look worth more than your car and the house was ten times bigger than the house you grew up in, not even worth to compare to your little apartment that you lived in now (you weren't home often so an apartment was enough).

Snapping out of your trance, you awkwardly pressed the doorbell and waited before flinching as the gate opened.

"Come on in, darling." A female voice spoke sweetly and you bowed your head at the camera before before moving inside to the front door. When it was opened, it revealed an elder lady with a younger boy behind her as he clung to the woman's shirt.

"Miss Lee, lovely to see you. This must be Chan, then?" You leaned a bit to the side, greeting the woman and boy afterwards with a kind smile. While the woman happily greeted you back, the boy was not so quick to do so and chose to hide instead.

"Come on, come in, come in." Miss Lee pulled you inside, letting the door close behind you before guiding you to the living room. You sat opposite of her, watching carefully as Chan moved to his own space. You had to applaud Miss Lee, because she certainly knew what her hybrids needed.

You had known her for a long time, seen her take in multiple hybrids as a foster to get them used to normal life again, and everytime the habitat that the hybrid needed was done exceptionably well. Chan was her fourth rescue, a sea otter that had been taken from his original home when he was five before being rescued when he was sixteen years old. This time she had decorated her home with a giant tank that was placed in the floor by Chan's spot where he could dive in and out whenever he pleased and lots of towels and clothes placed beside so that he could dry himself and change when needed.

"Okay, I just need some basics first. He's nineteen now, right?" You asked and Miss Lee nodded at you, smiling as the younger man laid beside her and wrapped himself around her arm. His ears were hidden in his blond hair and his tail was wrapped around his leg, staring at you intently and twitching everytime you moved.

"Now Chan,-" his ears twitched slightly as he lifted his head in acknowledgement, "-how are you feeling?" You asked and he shrugged slightly, pawing at Miss Lee's sweater as he doubted what to say.

"I get that you're nervous, but you don't need to worry. Everything I do is with your consent. If you don't want to then we don't do it, but you need to work with me." You spoke softly to him, not wanting to make him scared since he was still a bit closed off to anyone except Miss Lee. Nonetheless, he seemed to understand you as he thought about your question.

"My tail hurts." He finally says and you nod, writing it down before grabbing your bag. You pulled out some instruments before turning back to Chan, asking if you could check his vitals. He seemed hesitant before nodding at you, scootching just close enough for you to reach. You smiled at him, taking a stethoscope and raising it to his chest after lower his shirt slightly. When finished, you lowered the stethoscope and took your notebook again to write everything down. Then you raised it again, telling Chan to breath in and hold it before listening again.

"Good heart, very good long capacity. Your reflexes seem good as well when I look at the movement of your ears, so overall okay. Now your tail." You gave another smile as he moved his tail to rest before him and you quickly prodded at the tail with your fingers. Starting at the top and moving down slowly until he reacted, which he did halfway. Uncertain, you pressed it again before flinching when Chan hissed at you with a low growl.

"Can you move it without pain?" You asked, not fazed by the growling and Chan shook his head, moving it slowly to show that it was not functioning fully. You sighed before pulling out something out of your bag once again, which made Chan visibly flinch and you sighed again.

"Look, I need a small blood sample for the lab. The need to check your health and there might be a chance that it involves your tail. If not, it just needs to rest." You said and although he still seemed reluctant, he did held out his arm. You took ahold of his arm, wrapping a tourniquet around his arm before fastening it. Waiting a few seconds, you started to push to view the veins until they were clearly visible. Once the were, you raised the needle and slowly pushed it in. When done, you placed it in a vail and putting it away in the box. After removing the tourniquet, you placed a bandage on the puncture wound before smiling at Chan. He was just staring at his arm, a small pout on his face until you pulled his attention back to you.

"So I need you to not swim for just a few days until the results are in, can you do that?" You asked and he looked shocked, not wanting to agree but also not having a reason to rebut. You looked at Miss Lee, who just gave you a thumbs up with one of her own smiles.

"Well, then. Anything else I should know?" Chan shook his head at you, moving back to lay beside Miss Lee and cuddling up to her. You chuckled before getting up and gathering everything in your bag, looking at the pair on the couch again.

"Alright, no swimming and try to hang out with a few other hybrids. You need to socialize more now and I think you're definitely ready." You gave Chan another smile before bidding goodbye to them and leaving the house.

"Doctor!" Chan's voice was loud, clearly heard through the hall as you heard him race down the hall. It was only your fourth visit to the household, but Chan had opened up to you fully and now showed his goofier and happier side to you. He was clingy and very energetic, something that was definitely normal for otter hybrids and yet Chan somehow rose above that level of energy. Once he came into view, however, you couldn't help but laugh out loud as you saw him.

He was soaked to the bone, his shirt and shorts were clinging to his skin and his hair and fur were dripping water all over the floor. His hand took ahold of yours as he dragged you inside, back to his own spot while you sat on the blanket besides the pool.

"So, you're good I assume." You smiled at him and Chan nodded before sliding in the water and floating on his back while fumbling his fingers. You shook your head at him with a chuckle before starting your usual routine.

"So, did you go to that meeting I told you about?" You asked, talking about a hybrid meeting for foster hybrids, and Chan awkwardly looked away. You sighed as you lifted his shirt to listen to his heart, which sounded like usual. As reflex, he breathed in before breathing out and you nodded again.

"You're fine, just like usual." You said, patting his head before packing up again. Chan looked up, turning around in the water before lifting himself out of the tank so that he could sit beside you.

"Where are you going now?" He asked and you looked up at him before chuckling as you explained that you needed to go back to your practice to help out other hybrids. This seemed to lighten him up and you smiled at him.

"Do you want to join me? I have some kids coming by that might like the company as they wait." You said and you had never seen Chan scramble up to get dried and dressed before rushing to find Miss Lee. When he returned, she was with him and she wore a bright smile.

"Could you take him for a week? I think it would be great for him to come and I'm going to my sister's for the week and she has no pool. I think your practice would be a better place then the dry countryside." Miss Lee asked and you looked at her in surprise before nodding, you didn't mind the company. She thanked you before turning to Chan.

"You'll behave, right?" "I'm an adult." Chan spoke, but he hugged her back nonetheless as she held out her arms to him. You chuckled before watching him run off as he had to collect some clothing and necessities.

"You have a sister?" You turned to Miss Lee and she sighed softly, shaking her head softly.

"The hospital is more correct... If it wasn't for you, then I would've made him stay here with some lame excuse." She explained and you frowned at her, surprised that she lied to Chan like that.

"Are you okay?" "Just old age, dear. My body isn't what it used to be, I'm eighty-nine already." She explained as she patted your hand before walking to the couch. She sat down and turned on the TV, like she hadn't just told you that something was wrong with her health to the point of needing to go to the hospital for a week. Nonetheless, you had trust that it was nothing too bad and that Chan didn't need to worry too much, so you'd stay quiet for her.

"Alright, let's head off then." You told Chan as he returned, watching him hug Miss Lee again before happily following you out. The only thought on your mind was were on earth that Chan was going to sleep for the next week.

Chan looked bewildered as he entered your practice, probably very surprised by how big it was. The waiting room was filled with hybrids, young and old, and nurses were already working actively.

"Doctor, Elaine is already in your office." One of the nurses approached you and you nodded at her, grabbing the clipboard from her hands and quickly reading through the pages. It was usual for her to come by, always to the fact that she tended to get stuff stuck in her gills. You handed the clipboard back to the nurse before walking to your office with Chan in tow. Elaine was sitting in the middle of the room, happily wiggling her legs until she spotted you.

"Heyo, kid! Let's get started, huh?" You asked and she nodded at you before moving her gaze to Chan with confusion as well as interest.

"Right, this is Chan. He's hanging out for a bit." You explained as you grabbed your stuff. Chan had moved on from his spot in the doorway, carefully moving closer to Elaine as he looked at the gills on her neck before jumping softly when Elaine gave him a very sharp toothed smile. She introduced herself, telling him that she was a white shark hybrid before asking what he was, which he happily explained. You didn't bother waiting as you started plucking dirt out of the gills while the two continued to talk, which proved to be handy for not being bitten while you worked.

"Finished!" You exclaimed as you pulled out a small piece of seaweed before taking some salt water from your cabinet before spraying some on her gills to refresh her.

"Now, what are we doing?" You turned to Elaine again, who shyly looked down at her hands. "Stop going down to the sea floor when swimming in the ocean..." She mumbled and you grinned, patting her head before walking to your desk to note everything down. Then you printed it, handing it to Elaine with another small smile.

"Send in Jae-in, okay?" You asked, to which Elaine nodded before rushing out with paper in hand. You smiled at her enthusiasm before turning back to Chan, chuckling at his dumbfounded face.

"Does she not have to pay...?" "Nope. Government pays for their check-up's, I just have to send in how many visits and who every month." You explained as you pulled up Jae-in's files on your computer, checking everything before frowning.

"Chan, get out please." You said and just then Jae-in walked in before freezing at the sight of someone besides you in the room. You quickly got up, standing in front of the small boy to block his view of Chan.

"Focus on me now, sweety." You spoke, pulling him in before motioning to Chan to leave. He did quickly, but you could clearly see that he was confused. You could explain later, right now you needed to focus on the trembling boy in your arms.

Chan awkwardly stood outside in the hall, not really sure what to do. Should he remain here or should he go to the waiting area and talk to some people?

"You want to help out?" A nurse asked and Chan turned before nodding at her, to which she smiled. Then she motioned for him to follow, leading him to a certain room. Inside were kids, most of them around the age of 6 or 7, and tired adult sat in the middle of the room. 6 pairs of twinkling eyes were suddenly aimed at Chan before he was pounced by a very energetic cat type. Chan chuckled as he grabbed the child, holding them in his arms before nodding at the nurses.

"I'll keep an eye on them." With another bright smile, Chan focused on all of the kids that stared at him with curiosity.

"Otter!" One of the kids called out and Chan nodded before sitting in the middle of the room. Some kids moved closer to him, inspecting his features, while others moved back to play on their own. He answered their questions, every single one, and he continued to grin through the pain as the kids pulled at his tail or on his ears.

"Are you also sick?" The bear hybrid sat on his legs asked, looking up with curious eyes as he awaited an answer. Chan shook his head before asking the kid if he was.

"Yes... Doctor says I have a big ball in my head and they're taking it out tomorrow. I can't keep it though." The pout on the child's face almost wanted to make Chan laugh, but the heaviness of that sentence made it impossible to do so. Yet the kid said it without any care, clearly not knowing what he was talking about and how horrible it was for someone his age, or anyone at all, to go through.

"I have one too!" Another kid chimed in before pointing at his abdomen with a smile, to which Chan only felt his heart drop once again as the kid walked closer as well to sit down besides Chan.

"I just have a rash." The chameleon behind Chan said as he showed his scales, the skin around them a little irritated.

"The doctor will help you, don't worry." Chan speaks as he pats the head of the kid on his lap and the lion cub happily purred at the attention. Half an hour later, the cub had gone to the doctor and Chan was left with five of the twelve kids who were all fast asleep. Chan wasn't far behind, laying down in the blankets and cushions with all kids practically on top of him in some way. Out of habit, Chan's fingers started to fidget with the blanket that one of the kids carried with them. He was nervous, he didn't know why. Then again, three of the kids on his lap were all predators and one of them was an orca hybrid. So, rightfully so, Chan was a bit terrified.

"Jin-Young?" Your voice rang out in the room as the little monkey hybrid in his lap shot up with a happy yelp.

"We got results~!" You waved some papers, a bright smile on your face that matched Jin-Young's. Chan perked up as well, looking at the papers with a curious gaze while you kneeled down to see eye-to-eye with the younger boy in front of you. You spoke in a hushed tone, maybe to not alarm others, but Chan guessed it was positive news as the young boy's face lit up like a Christmas tree. In a matter of seconds, the boy went from static to running around the room with loud cheers and followed by him throwing himself around Chan's neck. You watched with a smile, chuckling at the view of the otter being squashed to the ground by all of the kids. He was definitely a good addition to your clinic, you might even offer him a job as caretaker if he wanted too, and then your nurses would have a bit more time on their hands for their work as well as having decent breaks at times. Besides, having nurses chasing around a couple of cheetah hybrids, or trying to at least, was not really something that they should had been doing to begin with, but kids would be kids.

"Doctor, someone's calling you." A nurse handed you your phone, your ringtone loudly blaring through the phone speakers while the screen flashed. You frowned as the unknown number flashed across the screen before picking up. The voice on the other side was clearly a lawyer or something of sort, you recognized the tone fairly quickly at this point, and yet he sounded a bit sad if anything.

"Are you (Y/f/n)?"

This was not planned, this was never the plan to begin with. You couldn't house a hybrid, your appartement was barely big enough to house yourself and that was not even to mention that you didn't have any of the necessary products for them either. Yet now, you had an otter in your house that was greatly confused. You hadn't been able to bring it up yet, how could you? How on earth would you tell someone that their parent figure had just died, while he just thought that she was on vacation. You'd have to tell him that you lied to him, that she had lied to him. You didn't dare to, yet you had to.

The door opened slowly, revealing the depressing hallway of your home. Letters scattered on the ground, jackets hanging everywhere except for the coat hangers and the trash still remained by the laundry room instead of outside. You took ahold of the letters before entering, guiding Chan to the living room while opening the first letter. An expansion of your clinic to a include housing and tropical zones, including a place for you to stay. Great, yet you couldn't be happy about it now.

"Chan, can you sit down for a second?" You asked and Chan quickly followed your request, sitting down before pulling his tail to his chest and anxiously pawing it. You sighed before moving closer and crouching in front of him, which seemed to make him even more anxious.

"Miss Lee went to the hospital today..." You started slowly, watching Chan's reaction closely before continuing your story.

"She was a bit sick and wanted to make sure whether she was okay." This seemed to set off something in Chan as his nails dug further into his tail as he tried to control the shaking of his hands while also trying to ignore the forming tears in his eyes.

"She didn't..." -you paused as you tried to control your own emotions- "She wasn't fully okay due to her age and while getting checked, she had a heart attack. Apparently she had them before without knowing fully, but today was a bit worse. She didn't..." You couldn't finish as you saw Chan's face, one that you couldn't decide on if it was sadness or anger. Maybe it was both. Then it burst, tears rolling down his face as he let go of his tail and didn't even try to hold back the shaking of his body while his hands started scratching at his skin. You took ahold of his hands, trying to force him to stop scratching and ignoring the fact that he was now clawing at you. After a couple of minutes before he was less aggressive, instead sinking down until he practically laid on top of you while crying silently. He didn't let go of you, not for the following hours until he felt asleep and even then you could not move away without him whining. So you laid on the couch, Chan laid on top of you and tightly hugging you while you patted his hair. As the night fell and day returned, you didn't sleep a wink as you tried to calm Chan down from occasional nightmares that woke him up.

Chan felt empty... He couldn't explain it any other way, just empty. He wanted to feel better, rip his heart out and make it happy again. He was allowed to feel, to hide away as he processed everything. You had been kind, staying by his side constantly while also giving him space.

The first day, his emotions were a whirlwind. He felt angry first. At you, at his mother and most importantly at himself. She lied to him and he wasn't there for her in her final moments. He remembered snapping at you as well that day, because you knew everything. You could've told him, but you didn't. Yet when he actually snapped at you, baring his teeth and claws at you, you only gave a sad smile before leaving him alone in his room. He remembered thrashing him room, injuring himself completely as he broke the mirrors. He remembered the panic on your face as you were finally able to enter the room.

The next day was better in that sense. He didn't feel angry anymore, just sad. You had dragged him to your work space, letting him rest in your office. He had settled in your office, hidden away in the corner behind your desk as he tried to ignore all of his senses going off. In the end, all his emotions just made him feel overwhelmed. He was glad that you were patient, making sure that no loud noises startled him.

The third day he gets back to his routine. He starts eating again, his sleeping schedule became decent again and he started talking again. He starts accepting it, moving on like she would've wanted him to. It wasn't something he wanted to be doing, but it was for the best in the end. He didn't really stick in your office anymore, opting to handle the kids for awhile. The nurses were ever so grateful, thanking him and promising him some snacks as lunch that he would gratefully accept. The kids made him feel a bit better, their joy raising his mood and leaving him with a goofy grin on his face for the whole day. By the end of the day, he felt slightly better than before. In the evening, he found himself in the kitchen and helping you cook. Although it was a bit awkward since neither of you knew what to say, Chan liked it nonetheless. It felt normal, unlike all the previous days.

Besides, he wanted to stay with you. He didn't want to move, he wanted to stay here with someone familiar that understood him. He wanted to remain at the hospital, take care of the kids there and annoy them to hell. He wanted to hang out with the nurses and enjoy the attention that they gave him.

Most importantly, he wanted to be with you.

"Well, you're not going anywhere." You spoke, breaking Chan's concentration as he looked up from the vegetable he was cutting. Realizing he said everything allowed made him groan as he tilted his head down, tail wrapping around his legs out of embarrassment. You chuckled at him, putting down your own utensils and making your way to him. Forcing him to let go of the knife in his hand, you turned him to face you and lifting your hands to hold his face. He looked at you with bright eyes and you just smiled at him.

"You're staying right here." You spoke and Chan slowly grew a smile of his own. You giggled before hugging him, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting one of your hands in his hair, softly whispering in his ear.

"Right here with me."

[panjakes]

Could I request a Vernon or Dino imagine where you have a hard time keeping eye contact with them and they try to help you out of that habit. Have a wonderful day love your writing. ;)

Thank you❤️

Dino watched you from your bed as you typed away at your laptop. He laughed at how serious and focused you were. You were currently writing a paper for one of your classes and Dino was keep you company.

“So what’re we gonna eat?” Dino asks making you look at him from your peripheral to think about it.

“Uh we can eat whatever. You know I’m not picky” you say still typing away

“Babe, give me some suggestions at least!” He says smiling

“Uh I’d really liked some fried dumplings” you say scratching at your fresh twist out

“Okay, I’ll go get that and I’ll be back” he says rushing to the door before you could even ask if you could go.

About an hour later Dino came back with damn near 10 bags

“What’s this?” You ask looking at the bags then his chest

“I got your dumplings and some snacks you like” he says handing you the container that held the dumplings

“I didn’t ask for all this. You didn’t have to do this Dino” you say opening the box

“You didn’t have too because I know you like these things” he says grabbing your chin making you look at him

You both make eye contact for a minute before you look back down at the dumplings

“Look at me” he asks in a gentle voice

“You know I can’t” you mumbled putting a dumpling into your mouth

“You can’t or you just don’t want too?” He asks

“Both” you admit making him smile

“I don’t like that habit of yours” he says putting a curl behind your ear

“Well you have habits that I don’t like” you say very sassy

Dino puts a hand on his chest looking at you with a raised brow

“Please. My habits are lovely” he says making you giggle almost choking on the dumpling

“Yeah alright” you say turning back over to your laptop.

Dino chuckles placing a kiss on your forehead before going back over to your bed to eat the food he got for himself

He watched you silently as you ate and did your work

“Yn” he calls out to you only for you to hum and keep your eyes on the screen

“Nothing” he says noticing you didn’t make eye contact

He was determined to get you to look at him for more than 20 seconds

Dinos first attempt was literally just grabbing you by the cheeks and make you look at him but you literally looked everywhere but his eyes

“Baby look at me, I want to see your pretty eyes. Please!” Dino asks puckering his lips out like he was asking for a kiss

You close your eyes and kiss his lips

“I wanted you to look at me. Not kiss me but that’ll work too” he says making you giggle

His next attempt was sitting you in your spiny chair in front of the tv.

“And how is looking at anime character going to help me keep eye contact?” You asks

“If you can keep it with the characters you can keep it with me or anyone else” he says

“This isn’t going to work.” You say making him sigh

“If you doubt it of course it won’t!” He says pausing the tv on a character

“Now…look” he says pointing to the tv

You look at the shirt the character was wearing instead of it’s eyes

“That’s not his eyes Yn! The eyes sweetheart I want you to look at the eyes!” Dino says causing you too look at the eyes of the character for a few seconds before saying

“I-I can’t!” You say before getting up and going to the bathroom

Dino sighs turning the tv off

His third and better attempt was just you two in FaceTime. With the terrible quality you felt like you could actually hold eye contact with him.

Dino was rambling about how S.coups had scolded him earlier about something he did and he noticed that you were actually looking at him.

He didn’t say anything. He kept his mouth closed about it with a smile on his face and continued to talk about getting scolded.

His last and finally attempt wasn’t even an attempt at all. You had came over and started talking about how your professor absolutely loved your paper.

You were went on and on about how you and your professor had a long talk about how amazing it was and you even took it a step further and read your paper to him.

He smiled as you talked about your major and how passionate you were about it. He doesn’t think you even noticed but you managed to keep eye contact with him the whole entire time

“That’s awesome sweetheart I’m proud of you” he says leaning in to kiss your lips

“Thank you!” You say

He doesn’t say anything about you two keep eye contact the whole time being afraid that you’d revert to not looking at all.

As the weeks go on you(very much unaware) make a lot of eye contact with Dino and even the other members. Even they noticed. Usually when you spoke your head was down or your eyes were off to the side. But as of lately you’ve actually been making eye contact and even they were proud of you.

“Can we go get something to eat? I haven’t ate all day” you say turning to Dino looking him straight in the eye

He just looks at you with a goofy grin not saying anything. Still look at him you turn your head to the side confused

“Oh baby!” He jumps off the bed wrapping his arms around you

“Dino what are you doing?” You ask

“I just love seeing you pretty brown eyes! Babe you’ve gotten better!” He says

“Better? What are you talking about?” You asks

“Baby! You looked at me for a whole 3 minutes” dino says

“Really?” You ask

“Yes! Look at me!” He says grabbing your cheeks squishing the cubby brown flesh

You allow him too squish your cheeks and you look at him like he asks. For the first time(in a while) you didn’t have the urge to look away

“Baby your looking at me!” He says making you laugh

“Your acting like I’ve never looked at you before”you say

“Well excuse me if I just like staring into my girls friend’s beautiful eyes” he says kissing your nose

You giggle and shake your head. This man was something else

[slasher-fucker-and-sucker]

Hi :))))) I sqw poerr rangers on your fandom lost. If you could can you write some headcannons for being Kira Ford’s younger brother and both are rangers on the dino thunder team?

1. You and Kira have an unbreakable sibling bond, and being on the team together only strengthens it. You always have each other’s backs, whether it’s on missions or just dealing with everyday teenage struggles.

- Even though you’re her younger brother, you sometimes take on a protective role, always keeping an eye out for her in battle. She does the same, never letting her guard down if you’re in danger.

2. Kira loves to tease you in her big-sister way, whether it’s about your crushes, your fashion choices, or even how you fight. But it’s all in good fun, and you both share a lot of laughs.

- She might joke that she’s the “cooler Ford sibling,” but deep down, she’s incredibly proud of you and respects your abilities as a ranger.

3. Balancing being a student and a ranger is no easy feat, but you and Kira find ways to make it work. You both have a silent agreement to cover for each other if one of you gets called out on ranger duties during school.

4. Kira’s passion for music influences you, and she’s always encouraging you to try an instrument or sing along. Even if you’re hesitant, she insists on teaching you guitar chords or making you her “test audience” for new songs.

- In return, you might drag her into your hobbies, like gaming or sports. It becomes a fun sibling exchange that helps you both unwind from ranger responsibilities.

5. As a ranger, you both have your own unique abilities, but you work exceptionally well together in battle. You have a natural rhythm, almost anticipating each other’s moves, making you a formidable duo on the field.

6. Kira is a source of encouragement, always lifting you up when you doubt yourself. If you struggle with the pressure of being a ranger or the dangers involved, she’s there to remind you that you’re a part of something bigger and that you’ve got this.

- On tough days, you return the favor by helping her talk through her own fears or doubts, giving her the strength she needs to continue.

7. When training or sparring, you both can get competitive. It’s never mean-spirited, but it’s clear you’re both pushing each other to improve. She might take it a little easy on you but always praises you when you manage to best her in a move.

8. If one of you is injured or in danger, the other would go to any lengths to protect them, even if it means risking themselves. The team sees the sibling loyalty you both have, and it serves as an inspiration for everyone.

9. You and Kira have a treasure trove of inside jokes, ranging from memories as kids to ridiculous things that happen on missions. They’re little moments that remind you both of the close bond you share.

10. Kira often shares her dreams and aspirations with you, and seeing her passion inspires you to chase your own. She encourages you to never settle for anything less than your best, and you do the same for her, pushing each other to reach new heights.

[k-fic-collection]

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[th4saapobangpo]

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MINORS DNI!!✮= Fluff, 🪽= Angst,🎧= Platonic friendship,🧸= lesbian,€= Yandere,🕶️= age gap .. etc

Click to learn more about littles like her!!

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,,But if you were my little girl, I'd do whatever I could do..''

Headcanons

*Yet to write some*

Drabbles

*Yet to write some*

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[dinodaweeb]

Living with a gangster

Mafia man x Gn!Reader

Summary: moments in your life when your weirdo of a boyfriend gets you both in the most randomness possible scenarios. You love him though

a/n: ummm ummm writing for now bc my Apple Pencil broke so yeah!!

You’re on the couch, unwinding after a long day. The soft hum of the TV fills the room as you kick your feet up, enjoying a rare moment of peace. That peace shatters the moment your boyfriend walks through the door, looking like he’s been through hell and back.

There’s even stains on his white pants. Gross.

Bruised, bloodied, and entirely too proud of himself, he barges in with a grin plastered on his face. “I brought you something,” he says, and there’s a certain cockiness in his voice that you’ve come to expect from him.

You turn to look, already knowing whatever he’s holding will be ridiculous. “What is it?”

You ask, trying to suppress the exhaustion from your voice.

With a flourish, he reveals a ragged, battered stuffed bear. Its fur is matted, and there’s a stain that could be blood—or maybe it’s just the bear’s battle scars. One of its eyes is hanging by a single thread.

“A battle bear,” he announces proudly.

You stare at it for a beat. “A what?”

“A battle bear. I had to fight a bunch of idiots to get it. It was a whole ordeal, but I thought you’d want it.”

You blink, deadpan. “So you got into a fight for a stuffed animal?”

“Yup,” he says, a little too smug for someone who just looked like they were hit by a bus. “It’s yours now. For protection, obviously. You’ll be safe with this thing. Like a bodyguard, but fluffier.”

You glance from him to the bear. “This thing looks like it’s seen better days. What kind of fight were you in?”

“It’s fine. Just a little blood. Nothing serious,” he assures, his grin widening. “So? Do you love it?”

You pause, still eyeing the mangled bear. “Sure, I guess. I don’t know if it’ll protect me, though. It looks like it’s seen as much action as you.”

He flops onto the couch next to you, snatching up the bear. “It’s a symbol of my dedication. Don’t downplay it.”

“You could do anything with it cry with it, cuddle, feed it, maybe even tell it about how much you love!”

“Nice try.” It’s just a thought but you are thinking he’s going to be the one to do those things.

It’s been a long day, and you were hoping for some peace. You’ve barely sat down on the couch when your boyfriend bursts in, completely out of nowhere, practically vibrating with excitement.

“I missed you!” he exclaims, then immediately starts some unholy combination of spinning, hopping, and awkward flailing. His hips are nowhere near Shakira’s level of shaking.

He’s rattling like a broken supermarket cart.

You stare at him, eyebrows raised. “What in the world are you doing?”

“This is my I missed you dance,” he says, spinning once again like he’s in some bizarre action movie. “It’s a tradition now. Every time I come home, I perform it to show my appreciation for you.”

You blink. “A dance?”

He nods, still twisting around, his limbs making chaotic, out-of-rhythm movements. “Yup! It’s a way of showing how much I care about you.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” you say dryly, eyes narrowing as you watch him crash into the coffee table, almost toppling over the lamp. You can’t help but let out a sigh. “Are you done yet?”

He doesn’t answer, too busy still trying to perfect whatever this is. His leg kicks too high and knocks into the side of the bookshelf. He spins again, only to hit his elbow on the doorframe.

“You’re really not helping your case here,” you mutter, leaning back. “How exactly am I supposed to take you seriously when you’re like this?”

With a grunt, he halts his movements, standing tall like he just finished a perfect performance. “I’m a dangerous man, babe. Nobody could top this move.”

You stare at him, deadpan. “You’re a mess.”

He grins like he won the lottery. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

You walk through the door after running a simple errand. But as soon as you step inside, you’re met with your boyfriend standing in the living room, hands on his hips, wearing a look of complete panic.

“Where have you been?” he demands, voice high and tight with concern. “I’ve been worried as shit.. Do you know how long it’s been? What if something happened to you? Like if a Mario cosplayer asked for your number? Or if my boss figures out we make passionate love in ghost face costumes?”

You stop dead in your tracks, surprised by the sudden wave of intensity. “I was gone for two hours. I was grocery shopping,” you say, already regretting not texting him sooner.

His expression doesn’t change. “Two hours? That’s two hours I had no idea where you were! You could’ve gotten hurt! Kidnapped! I could have sent the team after you!”

You blink, trying to process his frantic words. “It was just the store. I’m fine. I didn’t even leave the neighborhood.”

“But what if something happened?” He’s pacing now, completely ignoring the fact that you’ve been walking around the block for the last hour. “You could have been in danger, and I wouldn’t have even known! What if the old man that looks like Santa Claus down the steep seduced you?”

“What—“

“And was successful. Who am I to Santa? Nothing but a little elf whore…”

“Um.”

“Actually fuck Santa. He ain’t shit.”

“Okay.”

“Anyways, Do you want me to hire bodyguards?”

“I’m not a delicate flower,” you say, trying to stay calm. “You don’t have to act like I’m going to break if I leave for an hour.”

He stops pacing, suddenly pulling you into a tight hug, his arms firm but careful. “I know, I know. You once broke my back when we were roleplaying WWE. And in be—“

“Oi.”

“Besides! You’re my responsibility. I need you safe.”

You sigh, your annoyance melting away as his possessiveness becomes more endearing than aggravating. “You’re a freak, you know that?”

He smiles into your shoulder, his tone softened. “And you match it~”

You couldn’t deny that.

You’re lounging on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when you hear the front door open. Your boyfriend walks in, holding two absurdly oversized leather jackets with a grin that suggests he’s up to no good.

“Guess what I got!” he announces.

You glance at him, already sensing where this is going. “What now?”

“Matching jackets,” he says, looking far too pleased with himself for someone who just spent way too much money on something totally unnecessary.

You look at the jackets, confused. “Those things are huge. They’ll swallow me whole.”

“Nonsense!” He’s practically bouncing with excitement. “It’s part of the look. Look how badass we’ll look together. We’ll be like this power couple!”

You pull the jacket on, and it nearly engulfs you. You feel like you’re drowning in leather, and you can barely move your arms.

You glance at him. “This is a terrible idea. I can’t even lift my arms.”

He looks at you with a deadpan stare. “Exactly. That’s the point. We’re untouchable.”

You sigh, crossing your arms, trying not to let the ridiculousness of the situation break your composure. “You realize we’re going to look like two absolute try-hards?”

“Nope.”

He shrugs, unfazed. “I look hot. You look hot. Who cares about looking normal when you look cool?”

You snort, rolling your eyes. “We look like walking couches.”

It happens when you’re having an absolutely normal movie night. Popcorn, blankets, a chilled drink. Everything’s perfect. And then, in the middle of a dramatic scene, your boyfriend suddenly turns to you with a completely straight face.

“I killed someone today,” he says, his voice holding the same tone if he just did a wet fart. “45 years old. Kids. Pretty tragic, actually. But he had it coming. I mean he did—”

You freeze, popcorn halfway to your mouth. “Wait. What?”

He shrugs, clearly uninterested in your reaction. “Yeah, I mean, he was a threat. Had to be dealt with. He won’t be a problem anymore.”

“Are you… are you serious?” You blink rapidly, your mind struggling to catch up with what you just heard.

“Yeah, well, that’s gang life for you.” He leans back, popping a piece of popcorn in his mouth like he’s just told you about his day at the office. “It’s not all fun and games, y’know.”

You can’t form a coherent response, too shocked by the casual way he talks about murder. “You just… killed someone. And then sat down to watch a movie?”

He glances at you, unphased. “Yeah, and? We were supposed to watch this, right? Can we watch breaking bad next? Bald Walter is spank bank material.”

“Um ew.”

“Just don’t sweat the small stuff, babe.”

You stare at him in silence for a moment, the absurdity of the situation slowly sinking in. “You are the weirdest person I’ve ever met.”

“Thanks. I try.” He says it so casually, then immediately falls asleep like it’s just another day.

What the hell.

[animeniacss]

Kim Mingyu/Mingyu of SEVENTEEN

Here you will find all current and future stories with the handsome and gentle Kim Mingyu of SVT! I hope you enjoy.

If you want to read any other fanfictions of SVT Members, please go to my Master Lists: 95/96 Line and 97/98/99 Lines

If you want to read any of my KPOP Fanfics you can check out the entire Master here

Key: ✔️- Completed ✏️- Work in Progress 1️⃣-One Shot 📗-Multi Chapter 💕-Romance 💢-Depictions of Violence 👉-Reader Insert

So Close Yet So Far - Mingyu x Reader ✔️📗💕👉

Synopsis: Your college friend, Kim Mingyu, has had a grip on your heart since the first day you met. Over the past few years, as you acquired more friendships and memories, those feelings only grew. However, recently, Mingyu has seemed a bit more distant, at least when it comes to any ideas of romance. It only gets worse when rumors fly that he's off to Japan to receive a marriage proposal! Unsure what to do, you wonder how you can keep Mingyu by your side without jeopardizing your friendship or your growing feelings. You never expected that waking up one drunken morning next to two hot angels would be your ticket into Mingyu's heart.

Genre: Romance, College!AU, Modern Fantasy, Comedy, Angsty

Length: approx. 129k words

Prologue; 1; 2; 3 ; 4; 5; 6; 7; 8; 9; 10; 11; 12; 13; 14; 15; 16; 17; 18; 19; 20; 21; Epilogue

Mingyu x Reader - Down the Aisle - Drabble Request ✔️1️⃣👉🏻💔

Synopsis: It's your wedding day, and you remember the memories of how you were arranged to marry and fall in love with Kim Mingyu

Tags: NonIdol!AU, Marriage, Angst, Flasbacks, Arranged Marriage,

Length: approx. 3.8k words

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Mingyu x Reader - The Good Easily Outweighs the Bad - Drabble Request 💕✔️1️⃣👉🏻

Synopsis: Mingyu's job as an idol is very demanding, but you guys want to make it work.

Tags: Idol!Mingyu, Canon, Second Chances, Fluff, A bit of angst, Flashbacks

Length: approx. 3.2k words

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Mingyu x Reader - One-Way - Drabble Request 💔✔️1️⃣👉🏻

Synopsis: You're taking a new job offer in another country, and Mingyu does not take it very well.

Tags: NonIdol!AU, Angst, Flasbacks, Established Relationship

Length: approx. 2.6k words

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[strawwritesfic]

Dino Cavallone x Female!Civilian!Reader: Gift

Summary: He can’t expect you to automatically forgive him each and every time he goes running off into danger...but maybe you will just this once.

Rating/Tags: T (Italy; bakery; set during canon but in an entirely different location than canon events; Reader & Original Characters; Dino & Romario; Dino & Reborn; established Dino/Reader; reader is aware of the mafia; implied sexual content)

Challenge: “160 Collective Drabbles” challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire​

Gift

That morning dawned another beautiful spring day in Italy. Fountains bubbled, birds sang, and the sleepy shopkeepers murmured to one another as they prepared to open up. The sunrise doused the cobblestone streets in a light lavender; twinkling lampposts led the way from quiet building to quiet building. It seemed the entire earth itself promised a cheerful day ahead. All added up, this did nothing to improve the prospects of one [F Name] [L Name].

Not long after the sunlight began to turn golden, you were up. Most mornings found you sound asleep in bed as long as you could be allowed, or as long as you could ignore the clamor in the bakery downstairs. There was no clamor yet, but still you couldn’t sleep. Your stomach was in knots. The only prescription you could find was that of grabbing the broom while your father remained yawning over his homemade cinnamon rolls. Then you headed outside to sweep out the shop.

“Helping again?” you heard your mother say as you marched out of the dining room. “I don’t know what’s come over that girl lately.”

“I do,” your father said gravely, “and I have half a mind to ask that boyfriend of hers to disappear more often.”

Both tittered, but the door swung shut before any more of their conversation could reach your ears. That was for the best. Much as you longed for company, your parents’ wasn’t it. You could endure their teasing only so long, even if what they were teasing you about was better than the truth. Dino was the cause of your sudden interest in the family business, but not because you were so in love that his absence drove you to distraction. No, the problem was that you were worried about the big, dumb blond.

The rest of the town–your family included–looked at Dino and saw a mafia boss and all that entailed: power, wealth, and capability. You looked at Dino and saw him for what he really was: a clumsy airhead with a bad habit of tumbling into situations far beyond his control. Dino’s sudden disappearance was not some comedic happenstance. It was terrifying, and your parents’ good-natured ribbing only made you want to throw up more.

Zoning out to the repeated scrape of your broom’s bristles against the front step didn’t exactly help. All you could think about was your hapless boyfriend. Had he taken Romario with him where he’d gone? That was the only hope you had of Dino coming home in one piece, but you already knew that not all of his family had vanished with him. Some had stuck around, presumably with the intention of annoying you further-and that day would be no different.

“Good morning, Miss [L Name]. Beautiful day, isn't it?” came the cheery voice of one such man as he strolled up to your family’s bakery.

You eyed him coldly. Sunglasses, expensive black suit, gun at his side. He couldn’t be more obvious, and yet you knew what he would say before you even attempted to ask the question. “Paulo. Are you here to tell me what happened to Dino?”

“D-Dino, Miss [L Name]?”

“Yes, Dino. Dino Cavallone. Your boss. About this tall? Blond hair? Constantly tripping and spilling his food everywhere?”

Paulo answered just the same as every other time you had asked since you’d started seeing him everywhere you went: “I don’t know who you’re talking about, Miss [L Name]. Sure doesn’t sound familiar. I don’t know any Mr. Cavallones.”

“Really.” You stopped sweeping long enough to glare at him. “Then what are you doing here?”

“Just came to get some bread. Mr. [L Name] makes the best in town, y’know.”

“Then get it, and get out. I’m busy.”

He peered in through the window. “Store’s empty.”

You groaned, tossed your broom onto the walk, and yanked the door open. Paulo followed with an obvious smirk that got the stupid bread loaf thrown at his head. Not sleeping for days because you were busy stressing over Dino’s whereabouts was not conducive to customer service, and neither was your bodyguard’s bad attempt at playing dumb. He left with a grin and a wave while you gritted your teeth, shoving his money into the cash register.

“Of all the stupid…I’m supposed to be safe with him?” you grumbled as you started to compulsively straighten the shelves. “If that good-for-nothing boyfriend of mine ever comes home, I’m going to kill him.”

“Excuse me, miss? I could use some help.”

You slammed a tin of cookies onto the shelf. If you had to, you were prepared to physically throw another member of Dino’s family out of the store. 

Your scowl evaporated when you looked up. There he was: grinning, hands shoved in the pockets of his ridiculously over-sized coat as though he had not been absent from your life for nearly an entire month. 

And just for that moment, it was like he hadn’t been.

“Dino,” you squealed, racing toward him with all the over-eagerness of a schoolgirl. 

Right on cue, Dino caught you, lifted you into the air, and spun you about. You both laughed and pressed your foreheads together. All of your fear from the past few weeks evaporated, and along with it all your fears. Dino was here. Dino was safe. Dino…had left you without so much as a word. And he expected you to just act like that was okay?

“Where the heck have you been?” you demanded once he had set you back on the ground.

That slapped the sappy grin right off his face. “H-Huh? What are you talking about, [Name]?”

“You know very well what I’m talking about, Dino Cavallone.” 

You didn’t have to cross your arms to tell him he was in hot water; the use of his full name did that well enough on its own. You crossed your arms anyway. Dino was frightened, that much was obvious, but he was also, clearly, still confused. 

“You’ve been gone all month!” you said.

The sharp pitch reached by your voice sent Dino scuttling backward toward the front door, his hands up and fingers spread wide. “I know I was gone for a month. But why are you so mad?”

He couldn’t get away from you that easily. Even if he left the shop, you would have followed and jabbed your finger into his chest every step of the way as you did then. “Because I have been worried sick!”

“Why would you be worried?” he asked, daring to let out a nervous laugh. This was interrupted by his flailing when your glare intensified. “H-Honestly, [Name], there was nothing to worry about. Right, Romario?”

Dino threw a desperate look behind himself to find his right-hand man leaning silently against the wall nearby. Romario gave a single nod. Of course Romario was there; you should have known. He was quiet enough to ignore most of the time, but no way could Dino have spun you around like he had earlier without one of his men there. If he thought you were above embarrassing in front of them, though, he was in for a shock.

“You didn’t even tell me you were leaving!” you said.

“I just went to Japan!”

“Japan?”

“To-to visit my old tutor. That’s where he landed, you know. To teach a new kid. Thought it’d be nice to meet the poor guy.”

His hands slowly lowered in response to your extended silence. Not a great plan. You were only quiet that long because you were preparing to explode:

“You went to see Reborn? And you didn’t think you needed to say anything? You could have died!” 

“But–”

“And do you think Paulo was going to tell me if you got horribly murdered while he was stalking me? Of course not!”

“[Name]–”

“Here I was, tossing and turning, wondering if you’d tripped down the stairs and broken your neck, or got kidnapped and held for ransom, or, I don’t know, breathed in too hard and choked on a bug!”

“That’s not really very fair–”

“All because you thought it wasn’t important enough to let me know you were going to visit some psychopathic baby who tried to kill you ten times a da–what’s this?”

Dino had pulled something distinctly not Enzo-shaped out of one of his coat’s deep pockets, then shoved that something under your nose. His breath of relief at your pause was a little premature, in your opinion, but you were too out of breath to immediately resume shouting at him. You narrowed your eyes first at the box then at his face.

“I got it for you,” he said, “while I was away. A souvenir. Go ahead. Open it.”

Frowning still, you took the little brown package from him. Opening it was only a matter of lifting the lid. When you did, what you found inside took your breath away.

“Dino…”

Gently you pulled out a beautiful gold hair comb. It caught the light coming in from the windows as you gaped at him.

His familiar grin returned in full force. “I got you a furisode, too, but it wouldn’t fit inside my coat.”

You pressed your lips together and looked over at Romario. He had his hand over his mouth as though he was trying to hide a smile of his own.

“Do you like it?” Dino asked, sounding uncertain.

Did you like it? All this must have cost more than the bakery earned in a year. The hair comb was gorgeous-not that that was what mattered. Any secret fear you might have had that Dino had disappeared on you like that because he was busy with another woman seemed stupid in the light of the abject concern he was blinking at you over your reaction to his gift. And what sort of girlfriend would you be to not be happy he’d survived another run-in with Reborn?

You leaned in to kiss him briefly on the mouth. “This doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. I’m still mad at you for not telling me where you’d got to.”

“I meant to, I swear! Romario must have forgot to remind me.”

Romario coughed.

“Romario?” you said, not bothering to look at the man while your free hand crept up to grab Dino by the collar. “You’re excused for the day. Dino and I have a little catching up to do. He owes me, doesn’t he?” you added, before Dino could remind you that he’d been gone for four weeks and had a lot of catching up to do for work. What good was Dino’s family if they didn’t help with balancing the books every once in a while?

Romario didn’t argue, and he was headed out the door before Dino could try. “See you later, Miss [L Name],” Romario said. “Don’t choke on any bugs while I’m gone, Boss.”

Dino shot you a nervous smile. This time, there really was no need to worry. A beautiful day had only begun, and what you had planned would keep him far, far away from any bugs.

[thatf-ckingfangirl]

A Dino Place (Mills x Reader)

65 million years ago, Commander Mills crash landed on an uncharted planet. Stranded and stricken with grief, he was prepared to end it all...until he met you, the only other survivor of the crash. Together, there's chance for survival. But not everything is what it seems with his new companion, and the commander soon learns you have an appetite for something deeper and far more insatiable than that of the carnivorous lifeforms which rule this world.

AKA - in which hungy dinos and steamy compulsions abound (and I don't mean geysers).

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Chapter 1 is up on AO3

[supercap2319]

Dick had seen some crazy shit in his time as Batman's sidekick and as Nightwing, but what he saw tonight; he couldn't prepare himself for it. He was out on patrol. All the other Titans were moving on with their lives, but Dick was still Nightwing. He still had a mission to protect people. And tonight was no exception as he saw a sight that was weird, even by his standards.

He saw a bunch of thugs pretending they were badasses, up against someone who was dressed very differently. He knew superheroes dressed in colorful costumes, but this person definitely took the cake. He'll, he took the whole fucking bakery. He was dressed in a bright blue costume with black and gray. He wore a dinosaur shaped helmet that resembled a triceratops.

The thugs unloaded their guns on him and for a moment, Dick was worried that someone who tried to play the hero, got shot dead. But apparently his suit must have been bulletproof because he charged them without a care as his sword glowed blue like a lightsaber and cut all their weapons in half. They stood shocked at what he just did.

Dick heard his voice, an amusement in it. "Well, fellas, what's it gonna be? Turn yourselves in? Or do we continue this dance?" The thugs, of course, chose to fight. The person, who was clearly a male underneath that visor, made quick work of them. Dick was impressed. A fellow martial artist. He jumped down from the rooftop he was perched on as he walked towards the mysterious hero, his batons at the ready in case this guy decided to start something.

The helmet of the dinosaur turned towards him. "Who are you supposed to be? The Masked Rider? One of the Beetleborgs? Or are you working for Void King?"

Nightwing frowned at that. He's never heard of those things before. Especially not this... 'Void King.' He took a cautious step towards him. "The name's Nightwing. And you're trespassing in my city." He didn't want to sound like Bruce. So mean and cold, but something about this guy made him feel uneasy. He just finished saving the world from Brother Blood. He didn't want another war on his hands, especially since he was the only one left.

"No need for hostility, Nightwing. I'm just protecting the innocent like the Power Rangers should." The guy said.

"Power Rangers? Who the hell are you?"

"It doesn't matter."

"I think it does..." Dick trails off as he brings out his Escrima Sticks, charged with electricity. "Put your weapon down. Now!"

This Power Ranger character raised his sword as it glowed blue for a moment. "Tell Void King that I'm never going to let him or Void Queen take over my home. The earth belongs to the Rangers and the people who live here." He pointed his sword at Dick.

Dick smiles. "Finally, some excitement."

Dick and the Power Ranger charged each other as they traded attacks of their weapons back and forth.