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kflixnet · 1 year ago

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PART I | PART II | PART III | PART IV

• athena, [ soobisms ] ↳ she/her | aespa, en-, txt “ttyl! omw to kwangya w soobs!”

• ari, [ aakomii ] ↳ she/her | skz, en-, txt, atz “i can talk about beomgyu for hours.”

• elle, [ hvcmixtape ] ↳ she/they | svt “we’re at a space of infinite possibility, take my hand and let’s ride.”

• emmy, [ andkisses + blushgyu ] ↳ she/they | txt, tbz, en- “if taehyun is antartica, i'm the face of the sun.”

• felix, [ yourfatherlucifer ] ↳ he/him | atz “i have too many wips, oh no i made another one.”

• hera, [ svnoofy ] ↳ she/her | nct, svt, atz, exo, skz, txt “the universe is against me writing smaus.”

• honee, [ yeonjstxr ] ↳ she/her | txt “i think we should all tax bad things. like racism, and yeonjun’s thirst traps.”

• honour, [ drmflm ] ↳ they/them | cravity, en-, svt, txt “what even is a bias anymore :’).”

• irina, [ woosluv ] ↳ she/her | atz “my delusion-ship with mingi keeps me going.”

• isabella, [ lveclouds ] ↳ she/her | bts, atz, svt “i just spend three hours staring at a blank word document, i call that progress.”

• jelli, [ awooghan ] ↳ she/her | skz “day [???] of missing han jisung.”

• jen, [ ayayiiie ] ↳ she/her | en- “writing is an art we can feel without the need of speaking.”

• jey, [ jeysamores ] ↳ she/her | en- “all of nct dream noticed me at their concert because i was the loudest person there. mark complimented how loud my scream was and they all pointed me out (we're married btw).”

• jia, [ ilynaevis ] ↳ any pronouns | aespa, en-, nct, skz “part time cereal fan full-time chenle appreciator.”

• lav, [ tinysushimark ] ↳ she/her | nct, skz “24 to 25 babe... just stay with me.”

• leo, [ seung-scrittore ] ↳ any pronouns | skz, trsr, txt, tbz, nct dream, en-, dkb, the rose, atz, mx, eric nam, jackson wang, eaj, jessi, dpr, kai, amber liu, hyuna & dawn, demian “unironically cries over hwang hyunjin on a daily basis <3.”

• mae/julia, [ sureogi ] ↳ she/her | cravity, tbz, stayc, txt “loving ham wonjin 25/8.”

• mai, [ maiverie ] ↳ she/her | en- “who needs birth control when u have ur face.”

• mallow, [ miyseung ] “I don’t search for eternal truth, I search for motivation.” ↳ she/her | (g)i-dle, skz, en-, ive

• mango, [ mangocustard16 ] “hoshi is mine *fight me*” ↳ she/her | en-, svt, txt

• mari, [ ynsvnte ] “crocheting gets me tired, but sunghoon doesn’t for sure. ” ↳ she/her | en-

• maria, [ bambisgirl ] ↳ she/her | en- “i have two addictions, caffeine and lee heeseung.”

• michi, [ cybrsan ] ↳ she/her | atz “99% of my process is thinking about my wips, the other 1% is actually writing them.”

• miso, [ misojunnie ] ↳ she/her | en-, txt, nct, svt, bts “𝐞𝐧- ♡ #jxnglvr cherrywonie !! 明华 ming hua, she/they, writer, engene.”

• mirai, [ nyanggk ] ↳ she/her | en-, txt “people say nothing is impossible, but i do nothing everyday (definitely did not just took that off of google bcs i have no originality).”

• mofy, [ bless-311 ] ↳ they/them | tbz “mofy duck enthusiast!”

• moni, [ zzoguri ] ↳ they/them | tbz “i rest easy knowing kim sunwoo is more delusional than i could ever be 🙏🏼.”

• monica, [ softsan ] ↳ she/her; atz, bts, txt, nct, en-, skz “i don't meow for men, i meow for poetry; we are not the same.”

• moon, [ beautifulchris + fylithia ] ↳ she/them | skz, txt “be a little more you and a lot less them.”

• moon, [ meiideryz ] ↳ she/her | nct (all) “wayv comeback season is near! (in my imagination).”

• morgan, [ heonijs ] ↳ she/her | en-, tempest, txt “storm in her eyes, peace in her smile.”

• nat, [ nateezfics ] ↳ she/her | atz “no thoughts, head empty. just existing.″

• niwa, [ haechanhues ] ↳ she/her | atz, en-, nct, skz, svt, tbz, trsr, txt, victon “love that for me.”

• nix, [ njmverse ] ↳ she/they | nct “rip my wips i never finished.”

• noa, [ hqrana ] ↳ she/her | skz, svt, cravity, en- “when life gets you down... raaaaaah 🦅❗️.”

• noelle, [ icyminghao ] ↳ she/her | svt, boynextdoor “if you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. all the stars are a-bloom with flowers.”

• nynx, [ meowrinz ] ↳ she/mew | nct, le sserafim, en-, nmixx “happy lesbian visibility year.”

• pearl, [ milkyruins + euphoriaatrash ] ↳ she/her | en-, skz, svt “delivering love one draft at a time <3”

• rania, [ wheeboo ] ↳ she/they | svt “imma just “hehe” my way through life.″

• red, [ shining-red-diamond ] ↳ she/her | astro, atz, block b, bts, day6, exo, ghost9, got7, mx, nct (all), nex7/9%, oneus, pentagon, romeo, svt, shinee, skz, tbz, txt, vixx, wei, xeno-t, z-boys “oh, where is my hairbrush?”

• ren, [ mygnolia ] ↳ any pronouns | bts, en-, skz, txt “student by day sunghoon simp by night.”

• ria, [ monatice ] ↳ she/her | mx, victon, atz, svt, astro, en-, kingdom, tbz, skz, txt, bae173, gncd, omega x, cravity “you can make anything by writing.”

• riel, [ linonyang ] ↳ she/they | skz “dubidubidapdap, dubidubidipdip.”

• rin, [ svhnflwr + milktyama ] ↳ she/they | atz, nct, tbz, en- “you cracked my cookie d:”

• rose, [ yangsrose ] ↳ she/her | nct, atz, txt “your efforts will never betray you. all your efforts will pay off.”

• sage, [ seo--changbin + seoberrybins ] ↳ she/her | skz "editing your drafts include just staring at them for a while before closing them again and calling it a day."

• salty, [ sxcret-garden + starry-nights-garden ] ↳ she/her | atz, got7, nct (all), oneus, p1h, txt “too many fic ideas, not enough brain juice.”

• saph, [ zeawoo ] ↳ she/they | en-, trsr, txt, nct dream “madame, monsieur jourdain is very knowledgeable.”

• sara, [ wongyuuu ] ↳ she/her | svt “i have 100 ideas but only ever write one of them.”

• saya, [ lluringli ] ↳ she/her | en- “love is a timeless melody that echoes in souls and resonates through the corridors of eternity.”

• savannah, [ ox1-lovesick ] ↳ any pronouns | txt “it’s so sweet, but i should find my name.”

• sei, [ seungstarss ] ↳ she/her | en- “🗑← home sweet home.”

• sharmi, [ day6andetcetera ] ↳ she/her | day6, txt, skz, bts, itzy, got7 “ur mom.”

• sia, [ wonieleles ] ↳ she/her | en-, bts “writing to procrastinate is my favorite activity.”

• sierra, [ silvermistcosmos ] ↳ she/her | en-, nct dream “student by day, writer by night.”

• skar, [ reverbtunes ] ↳ she/her | skz, txt “je mange le croissant.”

• skits, [ hotteoki ] ↳ she/her | atz, skz, txt, en- “beomgyu.”

• sky(ven), [ lheewonz ] ↳ any pronouns | en-, txt “i have a terrible case of 'i start everything i write with dialogue'-itis and writing my story backwards.”

• smiles, [ boba-beom ] ↳ she/her | txt, en- “good things take time :)”

• smt, [ songmingisthighs + smt-here ] “i'm not a writer, i just have mental illness and too much to say.” ↳ she/her | atz

• sof, [ txt-yaomi ] “tomorrow x todoro.” ↳ she/her | txt

• sol, [ myjisung ] “i'll try over and over again if i must.” ↳ they/she | skz

• solar, [ hyunestrella ] “um...slay?″ ↳ she/they | skz

• star, [ like-a-diamondinthesky ] “if i spent as much time on academics as i did on tumbr, i'd be the top student. yet, here we are...” ↳ they/them; skz

• sue, [ soobnny ] “whoever prayed for my downfall, you won.” ↳ she/her | en-, txt

• sumi, [ 02chois ] “lower your expectation so you’ll always reach them.″ ↳ she/they | txt

• sun, [ halaboyz ] “the f in sun stands for funny.” ↳ she/her | atz, en-, tbz

• sunny, [ daegall + niskoo + namistangerinee ] “eugene belcher kin.” ↳ she/her | nct, en-

• ti, [ sulfurcosmos ] “you ever wonder if julius caesar would enjoy a good caesar salad? maybe he should take a stab at it.” ↳ she/her | skz, nct dream

• tia, [ fae-renjun + https-dandelion ] “head empty, only huang renjun.” ↳ she/they | nct, tbz

• val(erie), [ kyrjnie ] “delulu is the solulu.” ↳ she/her | en-, skz, txt

• vee, [ skazoo ] “writer (derogatory)” ↳ she/her | bts, skz, en-, atz

• via, [ hyungjunnie ] “studying law in the day but also daydreaming about leehan, maybe that’s why im failing…” ↳ she/her | bnd, riize, svt, xdh, zb1

• whitney, [ mikrokcsmos ] “more than a memory, less than reality.” ↳ they/them | bts

• xia, [ carpexiem ] “mentally deranged, but beautifully wine aged.” ↳ they/them | en-, txt, p1h

• xin, [ prettywon ] “chamber 5? more like chamber of deez nuts.” ↳ they/them | en-, txt

• yena, [ in2fly ] “decisions? never heard of her.” ↳ she/her | &team, en-

• yomi, [ yeokii ] “i’m in a romantic relationship with myself in my head.” ↳ she/her | txt, en-, zb1

• ynn, [ rsmura ] “writing fics over essays? yes.” ↳ she/her; en-

• ysa, [ neoaevis ] “ooooooopss i did it again, i guess?” ↳ she/her | nct

• yumi, [ cupidjyu ] “hyunjae is the love of my life !!!” ↳ any pronouns | tbz

• yun, [ amakumos ] “i don’t care if i’m failing math. where’s jungwon?” ↳ she/her | en-

• zainab, [ missmadwoman ] “f*** the patriarchy keychain on the ground <3.” ↳ she/her | en-

• zanna, [ slytherinshua ] “ppl are talking abt the law💀 but what abt eunwoo i have my priorities okay.” ↳ she/her | txt, svt, bnd, &team, skz, en-, bts, lucy, verivery, victon, astro, onf, sf9, tbz, tws, park jihoon, hwang minhyun, kim woojin

• zoe, [ badwithten ] “there’s already two zoes in this network, multiverse of zoes.” ↳ she/her | skz

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hwas-housewife · 4 years ago

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Ocean of Thoughts

bf!Jihoon x gender neutral reader

Words: ~600 words

Summary: When you feel as though your emotions are but an ocean that you can’t help but drown in, Jihoon is there for you.

Warnings: pretty sad, depressing thoughts

A/N: uhhh so enjoy this lil blurb if you want some comfort. It’s kinda sad though so I don’t blame people for not wanting to read it. But, for those of you who read it, I hope you enjoy and that you also have someone in your life that gives you hope.

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Your fingers gripped tighter around the black t-shirt Jihoon had on, hoping that if he stayed there even a second longer, maybe these thoughts would finally disappear.

You weren’t disappointed when they remained, however you wished they never appeared in the first place.

Now that Jihoon had pulled away from your grip, your hands were back to shaking, as they tend to do when you’re this deep in thought. Despite the fact that your body felt weak and you knew you needed sleep, the tears were a continuous stream down your face. A silent way that showed Jihoon his comfort didn’t help nearly as much as either of you anticipated it would.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered under your breathe. You knew that he felt terrible when he couldn’t make you feel better, when you were too deep in your thoughts to be pulled out by even your boyfriend.

In reality, he hated it more when you apologized for feeling this way. He understood where you were coming from, how it feels to be so deep inside yourself that it feels like every breath you take is another one full of water.

So he sat there, on the ground in your bedroom with you, muttering words of encouragement and stroking your back.

He has intended to be back in the studio working on some new music about 30 minutes ago, but there was no way he would ever leave you in a state like this all by yourself.

He knew that you would feel worse about him staying here to be with you, blaming yourself that he wouldn’t be as far as he wants to in the song. But he also knew that even in your darkest moments, you wouldn’t ask him to stay. Because even when you needed someone the most, it hurt too much for you to bother someone for help.

And he was right about all of that. You remained curled up in a ball right next to Jihoon, your head buried in your knees as your shoulders silently shook. His hand was gentle as it made its way from between your shoulders down to the small of your back and back up again.

It felt as though a dam had broken inside you. When Jihoon asked you earlier in the day if you were okay because you were quieter than usual, it was like a flip of a switch. The last crack in the wall before the tears began to flow heavily down your face as you slowly shook your head.

For the following hour he held you as your sobs echoed in the quiet room. Occasional hushes could be heard from Jihoon.

You tried to mend the dam inside you and stop your crying shortly into the breakdown, but for some reason Jihoon had always had a way to keep it from being built back up.

You wondered when you would stop feeling this way, if ever. When you would stop feeling like a hindrance to everyone around you. Like everything you did only upset people more no matter the intention of your actions.

But for now, you sat on the floor of your bedroom crying silently, Jihoon there by your side to comfort you.

Despite all the ugly thoughts and feelings inside of you, you felt the smallest bit of warmth at the actions of your boyfriend. Even though you’re drowning in your own thoughts, at least he was here to pull you out of the water once the waves stopped throwing you back under.

#jihoon #lee jihoon #lee jihoon x reader #jihoon x reader #woozi #woozi x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfiction #seventeen fanfic #jihoon fanfic #jihoon fanficiton #woozi fanfic #woozi fanfiction #woozi imagine #jihoon imagine #kpop imagine #kpop fanfiction #svt mangos writing

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hwas-housewife · 5 years ago

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Ok so this is an interesting pair 🤔

If it was something where you aren’t in a relationship with either then this would be solely because of want and need for the other two. Both Seungcheol and Taehyung are needy for attention from people and this wouldn’t be any different.

I could see this as a dom reader situation where they would be begging for you to finally touch them—both of them had been fantasizing about you for ages. And you would deny them any pleasure or the ability to touch themselves until they were both a begging mess.

Finally you would cave in and give them their satisfaction. Taehyung would let out deep moans and Seungcheol would let out mid toned whines and other noises. The sounds as you finally pleased both of them would have all three of you closer than you wanted to be.

Now in a situation where you’re dating one of them already/poly relationship, this wouldn’t always be the case. Other times things are more relaxed, especially when one of the boys wants to take care of you.

Things are much slower and the buildup is much more romantic and not as lustful. The kisses are deep and drawn out, the touches are gentle but firm.

Seungcheol would be focused on your upper half while you were spread out for Taehyung. Your back would be resting against Cheol as you let out whines and moans for him. He would be rock hard under you as he would moan out words of encouragement and praise.

Taehyung would be taking his sweet time down there—making sure every bit of you felt good. He would constantly run kisses up and down your thigh as he switched between eating you out and fingering you. He would want to edge you just enough that you would beg for the two of them to take it further.

I've had this thought recently and it just doesn't make much sense but it's so hot to me??? Imagine a threesome with taehyung and seungcheol, like honestly they feel like opposites to me but idk there's something so hot about it hnnngg

Okay yeah I see what you mean. Like it seems like a really weird pair at first but I think it could be really interesting. Like they do have some things in common, they’re very cuddly and touchy so they would probably want to be close to you the whole time and they’re both really caring and kind.

But they have different energies. Like I feel like Taehyung’s energy is more calm but with a lot of passion underneath and a goofy, lighthearted side. Seungcheol is just outwardly excitable and passionate. I feel like this would end up having a lot of intensity and passion and be mostly guided by feeling as you went.

@svt-mangos thoughts? This is an interesting pair.

#wow ok #this is hotter than i was thinking #also lazy morning sex with both of them?#yes pls #svt mangos writing

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syubits · 7 years ago

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a/n: i had a dream last night so. uh

“Does he know?”

“Know what.”

“That you’re like… in love with him.” ∞ college!wonwoo (ft. mingyu)

“Hey.” A small, familiar juicebox appears on the table in front of your eyes and your highlighter stops in the middle of sliding over the printed text of your economics book. Your gaze snaps up to the person in front of your desk, and you absolutely hate the way your belly flips in reaction.

As if an afterthought, Wonwoo rummages his pocket and drops a small straw next to the mango drink. “I… They were selling your favourite.”

Don’t. “Thanks. That’s sweet of you.”

The expression on his face never wavers, but you see the twitch of his lips, the way he scratches the back of his neck whenever he’s nervous. He never knew how to respond to compliments, and you purse your lips over the straw to repress a smile.

“Wonwoo?” Both your attention collectively turn towards the door, where Jiwoo stands. Her hair is up today, a messy bun she manages to pull off cutely. Little flyaway hairs frame her heart-shaped face, a sweet smile curving her lips upon seeing the pair of you and her hand automatically raises up in a friendly wave that you return and honestly? She’s hard not to like and you don’t blame him.

“Hello, ______.”

“Hey.” The smile comes automatically, but it’s genuine on her side and yours. You try not to pay attention much to the way their hands naturally find each other’s and how with you seated and them standing in front of your desk, the sight is literally at your eye-level.

“Mrs Choi said to call you for a briefing for the Arts Festival at the library tomorrow.” She’s so soft-spoken her voice sound like the undertones of a melody, a secret song you were never meant to sing.

“Oh. I forgot. Sorry,” comes Wonwoo’s response. And then, “Sorry, _____. I have to go now,” his lips quirk up lopsidedly and next to his, Jiwoo’s pleasant smile.

It doesn’t really hurt to smile at the picture of them anymore. You’d guess it’d be easier if Jiwoo was a mean, scheming demon of an antagonist to the lead female in a budding romance story, but it wasn’t like that and you’d rather Wonwoo not experience a bad relationship, anyway. “No worries. Have fun at briefing, you both.”

Jiwoo pouts at that. “Mrs Choi’s in one of her moods today.” You give a fake evil chuckle at their distress which they laugh good-naturedly at, and after another quick goodbye, you’re alone again. This time sipping on some mango juice.

“Does he know?”

You sigh – you’d know that voice anywhere. Actually, you’d know that he’d be anywhere.

“Know what.”

“That you’re like… in love with him.” Trust Kim Mingyu to say something stupid.

Your chest suddenly feels too full, wings of the lone bird tucked away in its cage fluttering a little too wildly it plucks on your heartstrings and makes it hard to breathe but all of it is instantly stuffed down and away frantically, endlessly.

“I’m not.” You sound confident. Good.

“Liar.” A screech of metal makes you flinch, and next thing you know he’s dragged a chair over to the opposite side of your seat, his arm draped across and over your book. He rests his cheek on the other arm he has stretched out and taking up all the space on the desk, effectively eleminating your plans on continuing your revision.

“You know. I’m trying to study,” you mould your features to make up the most annoyed face you can muster, arms crossing over your chest for a good measure.

“And I’m trying to sleep,” he responds, head flopping to another side and looking up at you with eyes that hold a mischievous edge to them. His arm is long enough to pat your head, giving it a ruffle playful enough to make you frown and before you can complain about how it’s messing up your hair he exerts just enough force to get your head on the table next to his.

“Are you ever gonna tell him?”

Your eyes widen incredulously at the colossally dumb idea and you’re immediately whisper-yelling, “No! Why the everliving hell would I? He’s happy now.”

At that, Mingyu just drops his gaze, puckering his lips petulantly the way kids do when they’ve been caught doing the dumbest things.

“Are you gonna tell Jiwoo, then?”

“No.” His lashes droop, casting pretty shadows over the curve of his cheeks. You presume it’s for the same reasons, and the air hangs over the conversation like a heavy blanket.

You feel a pressure over your forehead, and see his finger poking the space between your brows. “Sleep it away. It always helps.”

“That’s... an awfully temporary solution.”

Mingyu shrugs at that. “It’s the only one I got for now. Besides, it’s much better than studying on your own after school in the classroom like a loser.” He blinks prettily when your eyes narrow into black slits.

You flick at his nose, then pinch it until he can do nothing but blurt out a flurry of muffled apologies. Quite obviously, he doesn’t regret anything because he sticks his tongue out the moment you let go. As exasperating as he is, he might be right. Maybe. You’d give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Goodnight, Mingyu.”

#seventeen scenarios #wonwoo scenario #mingyu scenario #this isn't ...angst but thats DEFINitely what i felt in my dream #KDSNFKJ WE WEREALL CLASSMATES AND WONWOO GAVE ME MANGO JUICE AND I WAS SO HAOPYP AND THEN WHEN I WAS LOOKING FOR HIM AT THE DINNER TABLE #(we were having a dinner altogether as a class) HE WASNT THERE AND I SAW HIM WITH ANOTEHR PRETTY CLASSMATE who brought him over to the buffe #buffet table.. and their hands were interlinked an d fAk my heart was broken .. also there wasn't any mingyu in the dream it was just me and #my 9238432 heart pieces shattered on th floor #writing #Pls don't kill me i love seventeen...#svt drabbles

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shutupheathersorryheatherr · 2 years ago

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Welcome to my theater!

Lights, camera, action!

Currently taking submissions (requests:) Yes! please read what I will and won’t write first before requesting!!You can find the guidelines a bit further down this post

You can call me Ghost! This blog is a (mostly) kpop writing account. I write for: The Boyz, Stray Kids, Txt, Wayv, Nct and all its sub units lol, WEi Seventeen, Xdinary Heros, MIRAE, and more! idk we'll see how it goes. At the moment I use She/ They, They/ She pns!!

~Performances [all master lists]~

~Entertainment to look forward to~

.a church boy smutty fic with tbz Jacob

.fic based on 'don't call me angel' by Ariana Grande. Ya know spies and all that

. Chapter 2 of puppy meets cat (vernon smut fic)

.dancing in the kitchen jacob tbz fic

~Newest to the stage~

"BakeryOwnerKai smutty hcs" (kai txt x reader fluff and smut)

“puppy meets cat” (Vernon svt x reader strangers to lovers, meet cute, fluff ) chapter one”

"bakeryownerkai smutty hcs (kai txt reader fluff and smut) pt2

"Can I put a bow on it" (Leeknow x reader smut)

"Forever" (seungmin skz x reader smut)

“cabin in the woods series #1 yeonjun (yeonjun txt suggestive)

~In the spotlight [my most popular fics!]~

morning baby (keeho x reader suggestive)

xh realizing they love you romantically for the first time (fluff, hurt comfort I guess)

”I think you’re like, super duper cool— a morning with Kai” (heuningkai x reader smut)

“dreams sofas and whines” (Kevin moon x reader smut)

"Can I put a bow on it?" (leeknow x reader smut)

"Forever" (seungmin x reader smut)

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please be respectful and leave some love like reblogs, and comments on the fics and stuff you like :) I don't write for any girl groups YET and I'lll add some other fandoms I write for soon!

dni if you’re racist, Islamophobic, homophobic, sexist, transphobic, or anything harmful like that!! This blog only has room for people who aren’t harmful to others in any way and rude behavior will not be tolerated!!

This is a sfw and nsfw blog so I’ll be putting warnings on any fics plus using the community label thingy so nobody gets any surprises So Please be mindful of that and don’t read what you don’t want to see since i also have sfw writings on my blog im perfectly okay with minor and ageless blogs interacting with those types of fics that’s are sfw and following me. But I WILL block you if you don’t have an age indicator in your bio saying you’re not a minor if you interact on a nsfw fic!!

Things I’m not gonna write: non consensual, scat, age play, dub con, pregnancy, murder, smut about an underage member, and for now no character death lol

random facts about meh: I love the movie It: chapter one lol (at this point it's a comfort movie) and many other pieces of horror media! Like the one and only Magnus Archives and borasca! And true crime like the rotten mango podcast! also am an introvert. I love music in general. I really like R&B and punk and rock, and a lotta oldies too! Please bare with grammar mistakes and things like that! I'm trying my best

tags in use: ghosts reblogs, ghost chattin, Ghost's writing, beomgyu had me fainting™️ on this one, my babygirl hannie, jooyeon got me acting up, hyuka, my baby minnie, my baby ferret, hao, ghost rambles, requested by Anon the Shades, the lovely yerin, anon the shades

i'm tagging @cupidjyu cause they inspired me to do one of these!! Pls go check out their amazing work!

ALSO: Do Not copy and paste my work, plagiarize it, translate it, or anything like that!!!

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hansolmates · 4 years ago

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cherry contact |🍒

summary: jihoon has access to all versions of you - your credit score, shopping habits, work emails, even your terrible tinder history. pairing; fbi agent!jihoon x civilian!reader (f) genre/warnings; fluff, crack, it’s really just that “your fbi agent” meme that caused everyone 8 years ago to put tape over their webcams, questionable viewing habits for an fbi agent, language, dick talk, mentions of sex, jihoon has feelings and is confused, he is a PINER, tw—sexual harassment w/c; 3.3k a/n; i can’t believe i finished this😭😭 part of meraki’s job collaboration and i’ve been dying to do a svt collab since the dawn of time and finally today’s the day! it’s been a hot moment since i’ve written for jihoon, glad i managed to get those svt writing muscles going! a huge thank you to @merakiiverse and @woozisnoots for putting this together. readers pls definitely check back on the masterlist linked above to see more of the other talented cwc writers and their rendition of the job prompt!

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“Kevin, 32, works at Kodak,” you scroll further to the description, “I love being tied up and need a dominatrix, have swing at home—no.” Swipe right.

“Lisa, 24, works at Infinity Dance Studio,” you definitely are weak for athletic ladies, “My hobbies include cuticle care and online shopping! Looking for a sugar daddy or mommy that can spoil me rotten—definitely can’t afford that kind of relationship.” Swipe right.

“Hansol, 26, works in an art museum,” sounds promising, you love art, “wait, why are all his pictures of him holding fish? Is he inside a fish? Who the heck finds that attractive?” Swipe right.

“Billiam, 31, works in finance. Needs a bratty baby girl who can triangle,” you grimace, “what is with these guys and stating their kinks from the get-go? Gotta take a girl out to dinner first, and the fuck is a triangle?”

You swore off Tinder since the dark ages, also known as senior year of college. However you’re in a particular slump, thirst-trapped between needing some serious dick and a committed relationship. You’d prefer the latter, but after a stressful day at work and the fact that it’s the ass crack o’dawn, you’ll take what you can get.

“Bye Billiam,” you sing-song into your phone, moving to swipe right.

Except you accidentally drop your phone between your sheets, and when you pick it up you accidentally swipe left.

“Fuck fuck fuck me with a fuckin’ fuck nugget!” you cry out into oblivion. You’re so glad you live alone at the very least, it stops you from looking like a crazy person when you talk your potential sexipades out.

Billiam has Super-liked you!

“No. Nononono—” you bludgeon your head against your pillow, frowning when your phone opens up a chat for you and Billiam.

Billiam: hi can u check if my dick is too small

You: please, don’t send me a picture of your dick.

Billiam is typing…

You: for fuck’s sake—

“—that’s disgusting,” Jihoon curses, and immediately sends out the screenshot for sexual harassment.

“What’s disgusting?” Mingyu chimes, swiveling in his spinny chair from his side of the room.

“Don’t look,” Jihoon gags, reaching for a bottle of Coca-Cola from the mini-fridge. “You’ll throw up your fried chicken.”

“My person is a twenty-one year old nympho who also happens to be a incel,” Mingyu chastises to his screen, closing up the eighth tab of BBC porn he’s seen this week, “he doesn’t know how well he’s avoiding the FBI’s eyes,” Mingyu shakes his head, “so I’ve seen some pretty bad shit, but I’ll take your word for it.”

“No,” he echoes your name like you’ve done the most heinous thing in the world, “no, no! Why would you swipe left on Jackson? You’re way out of his league! He literally looks like he has a pea-sized brain!”

“He does look like he has half a brain cell,” your voice reverberates through his noise-cancelling headphones, unknowingly agreeing to Jihoon’s passionate throw of anger, “but I’m deprived and desperate, so!”

It’s like you can hear his sentiments exactly.

“Literally, you could have any person you want,” Jihoon chastises through his desktop, glaring heavily at your bedroom camera, “you’re wasting your time with these losers!”

Oblivious, you let yourself dangle across the bed. The camera isn’t the best quality, but Jihoon watches intently at the rise and fall of your chest as you attempt to fall into a fitful sleep.

“Some yell at screens for soccer,” Minghao says to the air from his cubicle, “some yell for Starcraft, but Jihoon yells for Tinder like it’s an Olympic sport.”

“Jihoonie,” Mingyu rolls around his chair, resting a long arm over the backrest, “do you have a crush on your civilian?”

Jihoon immediately swivels around his hair, meeting the amused eyes of Mingyu. “No,” he says sharply, whipping around to glare at his screen.

He glares harder the longer Mingyu’s simple question sinks in. He doesn’t have a crush on you, he likes you. Jihoon swallows his sigh, wondering why you would want to go as low as Tinder to look for a potential tryst. From your profile, you’re absolutely beautiful and intelligent. You have simple pleasures that match his—a hot cup of tea right after dark, snuggling under a weighted blanket while watching anime, and sleeping in on Sundays.

Unlike him, you don’t see the world through half a dozen lenses and a plethora of information right at your fingertips. No, you’re lucky.

“Hey can you grab me my water bottle?” Mingyu asks over his shoulder.

Jihoon thinks nothing of it, leaving his post for the thirty seconds it takes to get to the mini-fridge and grab Mingyu’s Hydroflask.

“You got a call,” Mingyu says when he plops the bottle on his desk, indicating to the red blinker on Jihoon’s computer.

It isn’t until he puts on his headphones does he take care to see why his blinker is going off.

He’s getting an incoming call. From you.

You’ve been waiting on the line for about two minutes. He lets two additional minutes breeze by because Jihoon is internally screaming. You’re calling again. There’s a fire blazing in his brain, his fingers hot as he twitches against the spacebar of his keyboard.

From the monitor he can see that you’ve given up on sleep, hands pawing through your drawer so you can take a final swipe at your magenta-tinted lip balm before nesting yourself in the sheets. You’re kicking around as if you don’t have work at 9AM, smacking your lips to apply the shiny salve while you wait for your call to be picked up.

“Why is my civilian calling me,” it isn’t a question, it’s a thinly veiled indication that Jihoon is ready to fight whoever compromised him like this.

Mingyu and Minghao fail to answer. That’s okay, he isn’t opposed to killing both if neither fess up.

It would be so easy for him to ignore the call, or redirect it to another part of the office. Yet he aches to talk to you, for real talk to you. As if you’re just two regular plain-old human beings with normal lives, and as if he didn’t know every nook and cranny about your daily routine and your favorite breakfast foods.

Call it pride, call it confidence, but Jihoon’s been pretty good at games and he hopes prior experience helps him get over this hurdle. Slipping on his headset, he accepts the call and answers in a controlled voice, “This is the local hotline for sexual harassment reports, are you here to report a case?”

Okay, so this is the closest thing he can get to having a full-fledged conversation with you, so he’ll take it.

“Hi,” you mumble your name into the phone, and he nearly disintegrates right then and there. It’s different when he can hear your voice directly in his ears, definitively reaching out to him as opposed to being a fly on the wall, “I received an email that a report was sent out for my previous chat as sexual harassment, but I didn’t send out a report.”

“Yes,” Jihoon replies smoothly, tapping his nails against his thighs, “it’s a new update.”

“Oh, well thank you,” you reply, and Jihoon sees from the camera that you’re staring at your phone in curiosity.

“It’s my job,” he says, and the words hold more weight than you think, “are you okay?”

“Is it also your job to ask how I’m doing?”

He smiles wryly, and he looks up at the monitor to see how you’ve considerably relaxed on your bed. Your legs dangle in the air, and you’re hugging a mango plushie with all the love in the world. “Not really, but I figured I’d ask. I don’t think I’d be able to recover from a dick that looks like an unhinged toenail.”

Your laugh flutters in his ears, and his stomach is flip-flopping with more than just his shitty ramen lunch. Your face curls and wrinkles into happiness at the lewd joke, and you rest your chin on your stuffed fruit.

“I’m okay,” you finally answer, “it’s not the first time I’ve seen subpar dick. But thank you… what’s your name?”

“Uji,” he says, a codename that he considers as precious as his actual name, “feel free to call or text this number if you’re ever feeling uncomfortable and in distress.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, good night Uji.”

“Good night.”

That wasn’t so bad, Jihoon thinks as he hangs up the phone. He dims the monitors to let you freshen up and get ready for bed, as per your schedule. After tonight, he hopes he can be sated with his curiosity of you. Maybe he needs to follow your plans and open up a dating account or something, he feels that he’s starting to get a little too engrossed in your presence.

The waning starts today.

You: help, i’m feeling uncomfortable and in distress

Uji: what is it this time?

You: i can’t decide which weighted blanket i should get. Will more weight make me feel more comforted or will i accidentally suffocate myself in my sleep?

The waning of you did not start that night, in fact it never began. Jihoon’s been on edge for weeks, simultaneously teetering between what he calls the high-school equivalent of the talking stage and an absolute catastrophe.

It started as an accident, you meant to call your friend’s number for cooking help but since the last call before your friends was his, you called Jihoon instead. To your surprise, he knew how to roll out homemade pasta without a pasta machine. You kept him on the call for the entirety of dinner preparation, and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pride when your pasta turned out perfect and you were happy and full for the entire night.

Weeks later, and you’ve been texting each other for shits and giggles. At first you chalk up your insistence that he’s basically Human Google and has the answers to seemingly anything and everything, but over time it seems that you enjoy your daily interactions with him. Whether it be a simple phone call asking how to unclog your drain or a screenshot comparing two different KitchenAids, he’s at your disposal.

The burner phone he’s been holding as of late is on silent, but he’s able to pick it up immediately. It’s almost intuition, coupled with the way he notices whenever you seem in a pickle and you need to contact him. However he does not have a chance to formulate a reply, as you’re now calling him.

“Couldn’t wait?” he speaks as if you’re familiar with each other, as if you’re friends. Jihoon longs for that so much, he would love to be upgraded to someone other than the IT guy you text for funsies.

“Yes,” you say, voice laced with determination, “I’m deciding on whether to just like or Super-Like this guy on Light a Flame.”

Jihoon deflates a little, but steels himself. You’d never want to go on a date with the IT guy, it seems that you enjoy the anonymity of your recent communications. Your conversations are definitely meme-worthy.

“Who is it?”

“His name’s Lee Jihoon, 25, works in the FBI.”

He chokes on his coffee, precious beans from Argentina, and the liquid is flying across his keyboard.

Pulling up your phone view, it confirms the worst. In a moment of Weakness with a capital W, Jihoon had caved and made a Light a Flame profile the other night. It’s an app reserved for more serious relationships, which means you’ve finally graduated from Tinder.

“Are you okay?” he wants to cry when he hears you on the other line, genuinely panicked. “Do you need me to send you his profile?”

“N-no,” he sputters, rubbing a rough napkin from McDonalds over his dripping chin. He thought he privated his profile last week after he realized there was nothing he could do to let loose of you. Turns out that isn’t the case, because you’re currently pursuing his profile and actually kinda-sorta considering him for a potentially serious relationship.

“C’mon, Uji,” you tease lightly, “you always seem to know what to do. This is your area of expertise after all, since you work for that kind of department.”

What should he do, scratch that, what can he do? It’s a complete violation of policy to be fraternizing with his civilian life. Sure, there has been episodes of civilians and agents meeting each other, but only minor violations that both parties forgot about shortly after. He’s so far deep at this point, he can risk being relocated or losing his civilian—losing you.

“Do you think he really works in the FBI?” you say when he doesn’t reply immediately, “he’s really cute, though. Totally looks like my style, and he likes My Hero as well! C’mon, I just need for you to check as to whether he’s a homicidal maniac or a compulsive liar.”

Liar. He’s a liar.

That self-accusation prompts him to slump in defeat, and he mumbles in the phone, “I don’t think he’s worth it. I’d say pass.”

“Hey, Coups has seniority,” Soonyoung pats Jihoon thoughtfully on the back with one hand, and grilling meat with the other. Barbeque always lifted up Jihoon’s spirits. “Why don’t you give it a chance and meet her for real? And then he can give me your super cute civilian and then he can give my shitty civilian to some newbie.”

“And if it doesn’t work out, I just lose her,” Jihoon’s eyes are watering, most likely from the excess smoke around their grill, but it does align with his current state of sadness. It was the right thing to do, he thinks over and over as he replays that phonecall from last night. “Hoshi, if you were in my situation, would you have done the same?”

“Like I said–” Soonyoung—codename Hoshi, waves his tongs around like a magic wand, “your civilian is super cute, so I would be making a beeline to her house and—”

“Okay, don’t finish that sentence,” you’re his civilian, not Soonyoung’s.

“Cheer up, c’mon,” Soonyoung’s filling his bowl with all sorts of delicious things, charred vegetables, mixed rice, and pork belly. Jihoon’s favorite is pork belly, so eventually he relents with a timid smile, taking out his chopsticks to appease his friend, “there it is, Uji. Food always makes things better—”

“Uji?”

Both off-duty agents freeze, hearing the familiar ting of your voice as it glares holes into Jihoon’s back. It’s you. Since they’re off the clock, he would have no idea you’d be here. Usually that’s fine, it’s early morning and it’s pretty unlikely that you’d run into your civilian considering you’re supposed to know every second of their schedule. It seems that tonight you’ve varied from the norm.

“Uh, hey?”

His back is still facing you, and he’s side eying Soonyoung in a panic. He’s wearing a cap and a nondescript hoodie, feeling like a shlub as your familiar voice pings back at him with excitement.

“I knew I recognized your voice!” you’re unfazed, definitely not realizing the distress the two men are currently going through. “What a small world, I didn’t think we’d ever actually run into each other!”

“Talk to her, you ass!” Soonyoung hisses, and immediately swivels his chair so he has no choice but to face you.

You’re so, so pretty. Prettier in person, prettier than any crappy 480p screen can give him. You’re definitely not dressed for barbeque, in fact you look like you’re just passing by to pick up a to-go order after a night out. You’re dressed in a silky looking velvet off-the-shoulder top, the cherry red color practically melting onto your skin. The black skirt paired with it has Jihoon salivating for more than just barbeque, and he has no idea how to look away.

The smile is wiped clean off your face however, and you recognize him almost immediately. “Jihoon?”

This should be a moment of joy for him, after all it’s far too late to go back at this point. You look a little hurt, your face twisted in confusion as you put two and two together.

Soonyoung excuses himself to go to the bathroom, although neither party seems to care. The lame, over-distended EDM music that plays over the cacophony of the barbeque place seems to melt in the atmosphere, much like how the smoke hits the fan, and it’s just you two in the room. Jihoon gestures a pale hand to Soonyoung’s seat, and you take a beat to reluctantly sit yourself down.

You clutch your skirt with both hands, thumbs ringing against the pleats and ironing them out. “So, you’re also Jihoon?” your voice is tiny, small and sad. Jihoon feels liquid guilt inject in his veins, and he wishes he could reach out and pat your shoulder, hold your hand, something. However no matter how much he knows you, he’s a stranger to you. “Why did you lie to me?”

“It’s… complicated,” you shake your head at his pathetic reply, and Jihoon hates this. He feels like he’s drowning in smoke and mirrors and the cloying scent of pork belly is now sticking to all his senses, immobilizing him.

With a cross of your arms, you scoff, “It’s always complicated.”

“Please don’t think I said those things the other night because I don’t want to date you,” Jihoon tumbles the words out like a hamster wheel, wanting to speed up to your pace as fast as he can, “I want to, I really do, but it’s—”

“Complicated.”

“Yeah.”

The two of you sit in silence, letting the noise back into your little bubble. Jihoon feels his stare on you, akin to how a teacher looks over your shoulder during an exam. He robotically eats rice, grain after grain as he lets you have your look.

The slope of his nose, the cotton smooth skin, the lean yet strong stature. You can’t believe he matches the Light a Flame profile perfectly. Other than the frumpy clothes, he matches the man on your phone, a simple picture in a black suit that reminds you strangely of the movie Kingsman. You mentally roll through what you remember from his profile, his hobbies, his likes and dislikes, his occupation—

“Wait,” you pause, your brows knitting together, “so the FBI thing on your profile… is not a joke?”

Jihoon forgets to chew his last bite, and he swallows a whole two centimeters of meat down his throat. Ouch.

“It’s—”

“Complicated.”

The adjective has a whole new meaning now. It’s crazy how in so little words, so much is exchanged between you two. You might not be realizing it, but Jihoon’s so attuned to you he feels like the pick to your guitar, strumming and humming along your chords like it’s second nature. It really isn’t fair, but anticipating your reactions helps greatly.

“There’s things you’re not telling me.”

“Right.”

“And things you can’t tell me,” you add.

“Yes.”

“Then what are some things you can tell me?”

“I’d… rather not here,” Jihoon’s eyes dart around the room, looking for all the pinholes and micro cams attached to the restaurant. By the bonsai, under the table, in the koi tank, “I need to work out some paperwork before anything.”

“Paperwork?”

Jihoon nods mutely, but he looks at you with a litany of emotions in his eyes you’re reeling back in your stool. Why do you feel like this man knows you from a simple five-minute interaction? And why do you feel like you can trust this man with your life?

“Okay,” you finally say.

“Really? Okay?” you think he’s cute, the way his eyes perk up and his back straightens.

“Really.”

Silence fills the space once more. This time however, it feels more at ease.

“The only reason why I’m saying yes,” you pretend to nonchalantly play with your fingertips, a manicure reserved for a date you’ve long abandoned for this evening in favor of a new flame, “is because I think FBI agents are kinda hot.”

A flush blooms on Jihoon’s cheeks, and you can’t help but giggle.

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