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Hot take (not really but yk)

Neteyam calls his mate ma, mamas, stuff like that. I really hope yall get what i mean. I saw someone use it in a story for him and I FREAKED.

BUT IMAGINE, your pregnant, around four months and your bump is starting to get in the way of you doing your daily duties. So one day, when your out, hunting with Neteyam, you try and use your bow (like in that one scene of neytiri) and you can't get it on point because this beautiful baby Neteyam put inside of you, is getting in the way. You obviously huff and puff, Neteyam hears you, comes over and he's just like, "mamas, it's okay" Now you wanna be mad at him because, well...you just do, but the way he looks at you whilst saying "ma, mawe, no need to get frustrated, this is why i do the hunting. You can't be upset at our beautiful baby you're carrying, can you mamas" whilst rubbing your bump, giving you his toothy smile.

Just imagine. that. AHHHHH like. i dont even know. just had that thought and thought i should put it out there.

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october 23rd.

pairing: minho x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff, slice of life; one ass grab, unedited bc i am a danger to society word count: 1k note: i whipped this up pretty spontaneously and i actually kinda loathe it lol but i still wanted to post smth bc it’s my anniversary of joining the fandom 🥺 also a little early bday post for mimo. the bunny in question is leebit but i couldn’t drop any names bc this is not idol specific lol. anywhomst happy jen(o)versary

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Minho comes into your shared apartment, shrugging off his coat and taking off his shoes with minimal noise. It’s not that late — just a quarter past midnight — and you’re not a light sleeper by any means, but still.

He had told you not to wait up for him, that his work dinner might end late and he knew you had a long day. Minho patters on socked feet further into your home, expecting you to be in bed already sleeping, surrounded by your loyal trio of cats, and yet, it’s not the bedroom where he finds you.

Yes, you’re sleeping, but you’re on the couch, in front of the TV with Netflix’s question “Are you still watching?” written over a paused scene of the K-drama you’re both currently obsessed with. There’s a stuffed bunny in your arms, held tightly against your chest like it’s your most prized possession. Looks like you’ve been napping for a while now.

The white bunny is dressed in a navy hoodie, his eyes full of mischief that’s only emphasized by a toothy smile that he sports. It’s the plushie that Minho got for you during your vacation trip to Osaka last year, when you happened to spot the little fur ball in the window of a toy store and said it looked like your boyfriend. It’s become a great companion for you ever since you brought it home, something for you to hold onto whenever you miss your love.

Minho is a little surprised. You don’t usually force yourself to stay up for you, especially when you’re tired.

He doesn’t disturb you right away though. Instead, he heads toward the bathroom to change and freshen up for bed. You would probably kill him if he touched you in his outside clothes anyway.

When he returns some fifteen minutes later, he switches off the TV, tugs the bunny by its ears to free it from your embrace and chucks the thing haphazardly to the carpeted floor. It’s your prized possession, not his. Besides, you don’t need your little replacement Minho anymore now that he’s home.

When he scoops you in his arms, you stir awake, adorably confused as he carries you to the bedroom.

“Where’s my bunny?” Half a question, half a yawn.

“Hello to you too,” he mutters, laying you under the covers with narrowed eyes though he still leans in to press a greeting peck to the corner of your mouth. “I guess I don’t even matter as much as your little toy. Not even a ‘How are you?’”

“Okay, love of my entire life.” You roll your eyes with affection, pulling him down to kiss him properly. You can still taste it, the white wine that he must’ve had all night. “How are you? How was the dinner, big baby?”

“Boring. Unbearable. Should’ve just stayed home with you,” Minho laments, crawling into the space next to you, settling into your arms as you hug him close. This is what you should be doing all the time. With him, not some lame rabbit. “Why did you wait up? I told you you didn’t have to.”

You card your fingers through his soft hair, playing with the strands that curl at the nape of his neck. “Our anniversary’s tomorrow. Or I guess it’s today already. Just wanted to see you before the morning.”

“Would it make a difference?”

“I don’t know. I just wanted to see you.”

Your boyfriend detaches from you for a second to hold himself up on one elbow. He just stares at you for a brief moment, makes you blush under the scrutiny of his gaze. His big eyes, usually keen and sharp, always soften to a dizzying degree when they look at you.

Then Minho is leaning close to slant his mouth over yours again. “You’re cheesy today,” he comments, his tender smile still pressed against your lips. "Happy anniversary."

You only hum in response. One of his hands slides down your body to rest on your ass, giving it a little affectionate squeeze, the moment still entirely innocent despite his sneaky fingers.

You kiss for a while, lazily moving together in tandem, gentle hands holding onto the other person like a lifeline. In a way, you suppose you are. You’re each other’s lifelines, each other’s lighthouses.

When you pull away, it’s to let out a yawn that you can’t hold in anymore. “Happy anniversary”, you finally say back, sleepily. “Can you go get my bunny now? Did you leave him on the floor again?”

Minho rolls his eyes, yet it’s playful and completely endeared. “Your bunny again. That thing is on the floor where it belongs. You replaced me. Didn’t you use to call me your bunny?”

“Don’t do that to him,” you scold softly. “He’s our son. Have you seen the resemblance? You look like you literally birthed him.”

“Oh my god, why would you compare me to that thing like that?” Before you know it, Minho’s rolling over, resting half of his body on top of yours like a weighted blanket to pin you down, to get you complacent before you nag him any further about a toy bunny that he only sometimes gets jealous of. “You’re delirious. Please go to sleep.”

The next morning, you wake up to an empty bed, the warmth that you usually feel beside you gradually waning by the second. Minho’s gone, but greeting you in his place is a white bunny with a mischievous smile and a twinkle in his big eyes — truly a perfect replica of the man. The same bunny that he always makes a show of hating so much.

The sun is out to play, hanging high up in the sky, slithering through the cracks between the curtains to caress your hair. It feels like it’s gonna be a beautiful day; you’ve got your bunny, the sun, and if you focus hard enough, you’ll hear the sounds of pots and pans out there in the kitchen, Minho’s soft voice humming a tune you’re too familiar with, and the smell of fresh coffee and pancakes wafting all around.

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Guardian Angel, Lee Minho

Angel Minho x reader

Summary: God assigns one of his workers, Lee Minho, to watch over you.

Fluff, angst, mental illness, reader being misanthropic, set in 1950's, Korean war, mutual pinning

This does not represent Lee minho in real life and in any way. This is purely fiction.

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You cast a wistful glance at a happy couple as the man smudged ice cream on the woman's nose. You watched as the woman chuckled and did the same to him, causing the man to laugh and stare at her fondly.

You pouted slightly, craving for a man to stare at you like you placed the shining moon in the night sky. You grabbed a slice of a sandwich you made at home and stuffed it all in your mouth in one go, uncaring about who might notice your unlady-like actions.

You took notes on how the sun shone on the couple as they giggled in content, and you looked above your head. Instead of seeing the sun beam at you and feeling it kiss your skin, you saw a dark shade looming over you.

You sighed heavily as the feeling of solitary ate at your chest, your posture dropping slightly. You stuffed another bite of your sandwich into your mouth with a bothered frown, deep into your thoughts.

Finding love like that has always been your dream since the age of fifteen.You believed the universe was taunting you, telling you that you would never find someone who would love you—that you'd be alone for the rest of your life.

You mindlessly take the last bite of your third sandwich and let your eyes wander back to the couple. You scrunch your face in disgust and cease your chewing as they kiss messily. Have they no shame? 

You gagged dramatically and covered your mouth as you could've sworn you saw a string of saliva concept their lips. You weren't that far away from them, only a few trees away. 

You tore your eyes from the couple in disgust to something else, only to be mocked by the universe with another kissing couple. The sun also shone on them. You paused your chewing, feeling your insides turn and vile rise up your throat. You quickly grab a tissue from your handbag and cover your mouth with it, allowing yourself to spit out the chewed food on the tissue without anyone suspecting anything. 

You frowned, glancing at the dull looking grass. God really does have favourites, and it certainly wasn't you.

You huffed and tidied your things back into your handbag and pulled yourself up from the grass, but your movements came to an abrupt halt as you noticed a dried dandelion. You thought for a moment. Could this be a sign from God himself? Would your wish really come true if you blew on it, or was it a lie for children to believe? Suddenly you felt like a kid again, believing everything that came out of people's lips, but your eyes never strayed away from the flower. It wouldn't hurt to try, though, right? If it didn't work, it didn't work. There wouldn't be anything you could do about it but feel stupid for believing things like this.

Reaching out, you plucked the flower from the soil and brought it up to your face, straightening your back and fully getting up from the ground. 

It wasn't like you haven't used dried dandelions to make a wish, because you did. Only, it was when you were twelve. You don't remember what you wished for or if it came true, but you remembered the feeling of giddiness that ran through your veins.

Bringing the dandelion close to your red tainted lips, you closed your eyes and thought of your wish. 

I wish… to be loved

You blew on the dandelion seeds and watched as the seeds flew into the air.

God watched you with commiserate as you sauntered out the park with a downcast expression.

God thought for a moment before coming up with an idea.

“Minho!” God called for one of his angels, and the angel immediately appeared a few feet behind him. 

“Yes sir?” Minho replied. He was slim but muscular, and tall, his white wings folded against his back so it wouldn't hurt anybody. His black bangs fall in front of his eyes, prompting the angel to shake it away every now and then.

“I need you to do me a favour and look after a young woman.”

“Are you saying–” Minho began, but got interrupted by his master.

“Yes, I am asking you to be her guardian. She needs someone with her at the moment to protect her from the impending dangers. May you do that for me?” God said to his servant, arms behind his back. 

“Of course, sir. I'll do It. I'll protect her the best I can.” The angel accepted without hesitation.

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Boyfriend appreciation, Bang Chan (one shot)

Cafe owner Chan x afab!reader

Kinda cliche ngl

It was Boyfriend appreciation day and you had a big surprise for him. One that you definitely know he'll love.

You had first met him two years ago on February 14th, Valentines day, in a small little cafe that you always go to. You had been sitting alone, slightly upset that you didn't have a valentine, and you guessed he noticed because he appeared out of who knows where and gave you a box of free heart chocolates with his charming smile that you immediately fell for. After that interaction, you both very slowly got closer each day.

You just only got together a year ago, and he was a great boyfriend. So caring, shy, comforting, understanding, respectful. He's just so perfect, and boyfriend appreciation day gives you the opportunity to just show him how much you love him.

You had left Seoul a few months ago for business, and today was your day off. Well, you kind of asked your boss for it. And now you were travelling back home. Back to your Channie

You fidget as you stand in front of his dorm door, bags and bags of gifts in your arms. You look at your phone, seeing a text message from Felix, saying that everything was ready

You smile and let out a breath of relief before sliding your phone in your pocket, which was hard from the amount of gifts in your arms

You kick the dorm door lightly and take a step back, excited to see your boyfriend again for the first time in a few months.

Your heart pounds against your chest in excitement as you hear a pair of feet walk to the door.

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— YOU'RE RIGHT, BABY | 𝐂.𝐁𝐂

▹ PAIRING: soft!dom fiancé bangchan x f. reader

▹ SYNOPSIS: Chan gets a little upset upon realizing that you weren’t wearing your engagement ring, but you make it up to him by letting him fuck you in his studio after a long day of work…

▹ WARNINGS: KINKTOBER SPECIAL, swearing, kissing, teasing, dry humping and heavy petting, mentions of food, breeding kink + cream pie (chan’s a possessive freak and in love with the idea of getting you preggers lol), dirty talk, light breath play (f. receiving), pet names (good girl, baby), that’s about it

▹ WORD COUNT: 1.8k — DAY 2

BEING THE AMAZING partner you are, you decided to stop by the studio where your fiancé was working and bring him some dinner, and by dinner, I mean a box full of his favorite takeout foods:

Grilled beef, steamed rice, broccoli teriyaki, and a chicken egg roll…

He was working a few hours overtime that day, and aside from the fact that you wanted him to have something good to eat after expending such efforts, you really just missed his presence…

You missed looking at his gorgeous face and hearing his adorable voice while he did absolutely nothing but vibe with you… you missed having his hands on you and your hands on him as you both got lost in the lusts of your own hearts—

“Chris,” your voice came out gently as you stood behind him, caressing over his tense shoulders while he remained seated in his desk chair, “just rest your little head, baby… you worry too much…”

“I do… you’re right…” he sighs deeply while leaning his head back against the headrest to look at you, the smell of takeout distant in the room.

His eyes are clearly tired as you know he’s been overworked lately, but you hold yourself from bringing it up to him, placing a gentle kiss to the center of his forehead instead.

“Thanks for stopping by, though, princess,” he went on, and you already feel like he’s trying to push you away, despite how you literally just got here, “I have to get back to work now, though—”

“You’re always getting back to work, Channie…” you chuckle slightly, and his eyes flutter shut as your thumbs come across a particularly tight muscle in his left shoulder…

Digging in, you massage the knot gently, but the pressure you apply doesn’t feel so soothing at first—

“Ouch, that hurts!” Chan exclaims with a wince, and you simply smooth over his skin with your touch, massaging a different area instead as you decided to give that spot time to heal on its own.

“Look… your body’s aching as if you’ve been working in a field all day… that’s why I’m here to make you feel better,” you return, and his body is clearly starting to relax the more and more your fingers smooth along the base of his neck and back down his shoulders again, soft hums coming from his throat at the sensation.

“But you don’t have to, love…” he says, voice a little weak as the warmth of your touch reeled him into relaxation, “just having you around is making me feel better already…”

“Aww,” you pout facetiously, even though he can’t see it from where he’s sitting, “You missed me, Channie?… Your very own nagging fiancé?…”

“Nooo,” he corrects, turning in his chair now to get a proper look at you, “I missed my beautiful wife to be, and my adoring partner in crime…”

Reaching out a hand, the veins in his arm appear highlighted under the dim studio lighting as he guides your face into his before giving you a kiss that you both smile into… weakly though, considering how it’s literally 4 in the morning...

Breaking from the contact, you tug at his wrist slightly, not letting go until he finally gets up from the chair, letting you lead him to sit on the couch.

The look on his face now very clearly lets you know what’s on his mind, but you simply decide to sit on his lap in a straddle position, wanting him to make the first move from here…

And he did.

“Can I?” He asks while lifting his hands from the couch cushion, hovering them over your hips and being careful not to touch until you allowed him to.

“Of course, silly,” you chuckle, making him blush slightly at your brief fit of laughter.

“It’s not like anyone’s here to tease us for it,” you went on, thinking back to the countless times that your fiancé’s friends (specifically Minho and Han) would outwardly gag whenever you two publicly display affection—

“You’re right, baby… no one’s around to bother us,” Chris breathes in agreement, finally letting his eager hands rest at your hips before adding a bit of pressure as he caressed up your waist and along your thighs, “The two of us could practically get away with doing anything we want for the next few hours in here…”

You didn't even have to ask to know what he was specifically implying, but you decide to play dumb anyway, just because you absolutely loved hearing his strong Aussie accent come out whenever he was sexually worked up with you…

“Takeout’s still waiting to be opened, Chris,” you whisper, letting your nails gently drag against his scalp as he melts into your touch, his silky curls looping around your fingers, “we shouldn’t keep it out for too long or else it might spoil…”

“Well I’m not in the mood to eat anymore,” he whispers back in a raspy voice, and you let your weight sink further into his lap, your bottom resting right above the spot his true hunger was pulling him most.

“Use your words, baby… tell me what you want,” You press, leaving a kiss along his clenched jawline… and another one on his pretty thick lips… and a third one against his Adam’s Apple that makes him groan out loud…

Or maybe his groan had more to do with the way you were also rocking your hips against his clothed hard on, making his hands slightly grip at the fabric of your jeans for any sort of leverage.

“Why… of all the bottoms that you own, did you close to wear tight, denim jeans at a time like this?” He asks with frustration, making you giggle a bit at the way his chest rises and falls every time you circle in his lap, the rough material tantalizing him…

“Don’t you think they make my ass look good, though?” You tease with a pout, watching as he smirks at your question, only to hiss at your movements again.

“They make your ass look great, babe… but they also make it impossible for me to touch you properly…”

He was doing it again, you thought to yourself… That thing where he gets you to do what he wants without specifically asking.

Yes, Chris was a typically a pretty confident guy, but sometimes, you had a way of bringing out his shy, reluctant side when it came to sexual things, but you still found it cute nonetheless.

“Fine, then… since you’re too shy to ask for it properly, I’ll just do it myself,” you say in a bratty tone while getting up from his lap, and he visibly scoffs at the way you stood before him now, fingers meddling with the buckle of your jeans until he stopped you.

“C’mere,” he huffs, pulling you close to him by the belt loop of your jeans until you fall into the couch beside him with a gentle plop.

His smirks again once he finally unzips the rough fabric just enough to see a leak of what’s beneath, and the expression is so wide that his dimples come through…

At first, you’re not sure why he’s a grinning mess, but you understand once his fingers run over the lace of your black panties, the same pair that he brought you a while back on one of his tours cross-country.

“I’ll take a wild guess and say you wore these for me, huh?” He asks with a husk to his tone now that you’re bumping your knee against his clothed hard-on, and his hips subconsciously chase the friction.

“Mhm,” you hum softly, lifting up on your elbows now to look at him better, “I just didn’t expect you to take so long to get ‘em off me…”

“How cute,” he returns, and your eyes follow the veins trailing his forearm, his flexed fingers hooking at either side of your hips before tugging your jeans the rest of the way down and past your ankles with your panties, tucking them under the couch cushion for his private use later…

“Cute?” You repeat with a raised brow, spreading your legs before him as you both watched each others cores intently, practically itching within yourself for him to finally untie his sweatpants.

“Yup. Love it when you get in your little attitudes,” he says plainly, but his smile is half-hearted now as he leans over you, bracing himself with his hands before kissing your forehead.

You try to follow where his eyes are looking, but his bangs are in the way, and you can’t help but ask him what the matter is…

However, he doesn’t answer immediately, simply taking your hands in his and placing a kiss to l the closed knuckles of your left hand, right before pinning your wrist at either side of your head on the couch.

And that’s when it hits you… the reason behind his sudden change in aura:

You forgot to put your engagement ring on…

You had only taken it off for a second before coming to meet him in the studio because some oil from the takeout bag had spilled on your hands… while washing up in the bathroom, you had put the ring in your purse and simply forgot to put it back on…

Though, you knew at this point it’d be worthless trying to get that story through Chan’s thick skull, as he had already made up in his mind that you were playing games with him…

“Where’s your ring, baby?” Your fiancé asks while shimmying down his boxers and trousers with one hand, and you near choke on air at the sight of his glossy and girthy tip springing out before you, red and angry with need.

“I-it’s in my purse,” you stammer, almost feeling guilty now that you had even forgot to put it back on in the first place, “I can go and get it—”

“No need,” he interrupts you, lining himself up with your entrance as the depth of his voice equally catches you off guard, “just make sure you put it back on after this, yea?”

You winced at the sudden stretch of his cock filling you up just right, and your hips are already trembling at the delicious fullness.

“Channie… it slipped my mind, baby… please,” you say, and you’re not quite sure what it is that you’re begging for, but you always had a habit of going dumb around his cock, even if it’s just resting inside you.

“I gave you a simple order, love… now, do you understand me, yes or no?” He asks more sternly this time, thrusting into you with a sharp hit of his hips, and you internally cringe at yourself for hiccuping at the force.

“Y-yes, I understand,” is all you manage to say as he continues slamming his hips into you at a painfully slow pace, looking you dead in the eye as you crumble beneath his intense gaze.

“Say it again,” he orders, and you listen, gripping at his biceps and biting your lip as an attempt to keep your moans in, but the little whimpers and whines end up spilling out anyway.

You can feel Chan's cock twitch inside you every time you say yes for him, especially with the way your walls are throbbing around his length as he groans the words “good girl” in the midst of it all.

“So so good for me,” he continues, grinding his hips in a way that makes his pelvis graze your clit rythmically, and you’re sure you’re seeing stars once his hand finds your neck, just resting it there to get your attention.

“Good enough to let me cum in you, huh?” He questions, but it’s more so of a suggestion than anything, and you oblige to it, nodding your head in desperation as your hips start to follow the movements of his.

“Yes, baby… w-want you to fill me up so bad,” you whimper, and he lets a groan out right after you… one that makes your stomach flutter with emotions given how beautiful it sounded.

“Gonna put a baby in your pretty little stomach,” he huffs in between fucking you open with all his strength, “and at that point, who cares if you don’t have your ring on? Everyone will know who you belong to once your tummy’s all swollen because of me… tell me who this pussy belongs to…”

“Y-you, Channie,” you blabber out pathetically, your own mouth filling with saliva at how amazing he’s making you feel right now.

“Louder…”

“It’s all- fuckkk… yours, b-baby,” you cry out, and it’s a weak cry at that given the way his hand is tightening around your throat, but you don’t mind… not one bit when it feels THIS. Fucking. Good…

He finally lets his lips find yours in a needy kiss, and a string of spit keeps y’all together as he break away to let out a moan of his own, but you’re pulling him back into you, wanting him to be as close as possible to you in this moment.

The couch starts to creak to the rhythm of his movements, and you couldn’t be more thankful for the large cushions it was made with, otherwise you’re certain the both of you would’ve been on the floor at this point.

“Feels so fucking good inside you, baby… sooo fucking good,” he grunts, and you know he’s almost close just from the way his eyebrows are screwing into adorable little crinkles, his thrusts becoming sloppier and sloppier by the second.

“F-fuck~” you mewl against his lips, feeling the knot in your own stomach tighten as his cock hit mesmerizing places inside you.

He keeps his hand snug around your neck while looking into your eyes, and his hips can’t bare to piston into your cunt any longer once your walls clench around him, making him feel dizzy in the head.

“Cum in me,” you plead with a soft voice while, lips puffy from how hard you’d been biting them, and Chan finally lets himself go, barely getting any extra thrusts in before painting your walls with his hot release, groaning shamelessly like a porn star.

“Oh my God,” he grunts with a strained voice, using his last bit of strength to prevent himself from collapsing on top of you given how spent he is now.

“Wait, Channie,” you say, thighs still trembling a bit as he pulled out of you, a bit too early though for you to remind him that his cum would only spill out—

“Shit,” he swears under his breath upon realizing, rushing to catch the fluid spilling from your cunt now with his fingers, trying not to get it on the couch, but to no avail.

He instead lets his fingers push the cum back into you, holding his wrist there until he’s able to reach for a napkin off of his desk to help clean you up.

“Stop that, baby,” he says with a mischievous smile, but only because your walls were sucking his digits in, preventing him from taking them out to clean them off, “give me some time to recharge and then we can go again, okay?…”

All you can bring yourself to do is hum at his words, and he in turn offers you another gentle smile.

Applying light pressure to your lower stomach, he finally gets your walls to release his fingers from the confines of your sloppy hole, wiping the residue off with the napkin.

“Didn’t expect you to cum this much,” you say in a sleepy tone while reaching for your jeans to slide them back on.

“Me neither,” he chuckles, readjusting his pants before getting up to toss the soiled napkin in the bin nearby, “but uh... just know that if in three weeks, we find out that our first future child was conceived on this couch, never tell this story to anyone…”

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𝗚𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗔𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹, 𝗟𝗲𝗲 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗵𝗼

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Grumpy Angel Minho x sunshine afab!reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: Supernatural au

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: A grumpy Angel is sent down to protect a happy woman from impending danger

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎: mentions of demons, evil spirits, clumsy reader, angst, fluff, comedy

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Grumpy, Han

Pairing: Grumpy Jisung x reader

Summary: he has to live with you until his house gets fixed, and you try to make him feel welcome, though it was hard since he's such a grump

Warnings: kissing, fluff, grumpy Jisung, kitchen burning down, childhood enemies to lovers (kind of), mutual masturabting, reader fingering herself, sexual tension, stubborn reader, reader thinking Jisung is hot, older Jisung, four year age gap, swearing, arguments, mention of Jeekies, banter, mention of house burning

Happy Birthday Jisung!

You had been relaxing all day, and it was great, until you've gotten a phone call from your parents. Apparently, your grumpy enemy, Jisung, is going to stay with you for a few weeks because his house had gotten burnt down. You didn't see why he had to stay with you and not your parents. They loved him anyway, despite how grumpy he was. You were slightly nervous to see him again. It has been a long time since the last time you saw him. You were thirteen and he was seventeen, and now you were turning nineteen in a few weeks. What if his judging got worse.. You shook your head. You'll just have to judge him back.

Now you were cleaning up your messy house. You didn't care what he thought of your house, but messy house means being judged by him, and you did not want that today.

You could hear him right now

"Why are there shoes in the living room?" He would say.

"Your TV is small"

"Your cooking tastes like crap"

Ugh, you roll your eyes with a small scowl. He was just so infuriating.

You shake your hair out of your eyes and look at your watch. He was almost here. You look at your the living room before walking out of it closing the door behind you. You wanted to see what it looks like properly, from a guests, Jisungs, point of view.

You open the door and immediately smile at the sight of your tidy living room. You felt proud of yourself and you stepped in the living room once more, steps light

"You're a messy person" You mock Jisung "Ha!" You laugh sarcastically. "Do you-" You were going to continue mocking him, but your doorbell rang, cutting you off.

You sigh and look at your living room one last time with a satisfied smile. You walk to the door and reach for the lock, unlocking it and pulling it open, only to be met with a handsome man. You frown. This was not Jisung, although the stranger was really hot

"Um.. Who the hell are you?"

The man just looked at you weirdly and stepped in unwelcomed, looking around closely

"Hey! You're not welcome here" You exclaim, but it fell on deaf ears.

He looked at you up and down before looking at your eyes once more "Didn't your dad tell you I was coming?"

You were still scowling "No, actually, he di-" You pause, finally realizing. You look up at him closely. This was Jisung?!

"Staring is quite rude." Jisung stated, looking at the shoes that was nearly piled on the side before finally looking at you

"So, where will I be sleeping?"

You look at him for a moment, sighing. This was going to be a long, and infuriating few weeks

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Let's talk about something.

There's a tiktok going around about Lee Know having a mark on his neck. Someone came to the conclusion that Han gave Lee Know a hickey, and then someone asked Han if they're sleeping together.

First of all, no. Just no. Whatever they do in private IS NOT anyone's business. They're human, and you can't ask things like that. Keep this shit up and they're going to end up distancing themselves like Felix and Hyunjin did.

Second, if you're the "Stay" that asked that or have ever asked them personal questions like this, shame on you. Shame on you for jumping to conclusions, and shame on you for prying into their personal lives.

Third, THEY'RE STRANGERS TO US. You wouldn't ask the cashier at your local grocery store if they're sleeping with anyone, would you? No? Then why ask an idol?

I love Minsung just as much as anyone else does, but it is UNCALLED FOR to push them and pry like this. They're entitled to their privacy. It doesn't matter what they do behind closed doors. It's not our business. In my opinion, you aren't true Stay if you can't be a decent human and respect their boundries.

If you're the "fan" that assumed it's a hickey left by Han, shame on you.

If you're the "fan" that asked Han if they're sleeping together, SHAME ON YOU.

Thanks.

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Ahem. I apologise for not updating my books (even though you probably forgot about me) writers block has been hitting me hard these past few months, and I've been a little busy..

I'm currently trying to write my Minho story. I will also be rewriting it to fit my new ideas.

I won't be abandoning them any time soon!

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Solar Eclipse | Y.J

[REWRITTEN VERS]

Summary: You and Jeongin fall in love all over again, but this time without the memories

Warnings: Ancient times, time travel, mentions of death, slightly strangers to lovers, fluff, death, mention of death, suicide, overdose, side effects of overdose, (vomiting, diarrhea, etc)

Pairings: Ancient demon Jeongin x 21st century fem reader

You stand in the middle of his room, dry tears staining your cheeks, wearing all black . You didn’t want to ruin anything or the way it was, so you stood instead of laying on his bed.

It has been marked as one week since your best friend had left you alone in this toxic world—a week since he sacrificed himself for you.

A few days have passed since Jeongin turned to dust in front of you, and your heart tightens painfully at the memory that it made you inhale shakily to get more air in your lungs. You begged the universe every night to let you feel his arms envelop you as he calmed you with his soothing words, but it never happened.

You stare at the playful picture with you and your best friend with teary eyes and tear-stained cheeks, desperately hoping that he will magically appear behind you and surprise attack you with his big, comforting hug, but Jeongin never rushed to you like he used to, engulfing you in his arms or placing his palm on the back of your head as he soothed you with only his captivating voice. You were not fond of skinships, but you never cared if it was with him.

He never hugged you tight—in this very room you were standing in—to make sure you never left his arms, to make you feel secure, and to let you know just how much he loved you, but he wasn’t here anymore. Jeongin was gone.

And that realisation hits you hard like a punch in the heart and stomach. He really was gone… Jeongin, your best friend was never coming back, ever, no matter how much you wanted him to. This was real.

Fresh tears sting your eyes as they freely cascade down your cheeks, displaying your grief. You slowly place the picture against your chest, sniffing as fresh tears stream down your cheeks. You gently place the photo of you and him on his empty, tidy bed before walking out of his room without a second glance, adamant to be with him once again.

You walk to the bathroom and lock it behind you. You open your handbag and dig your cold hands in, rummaging for some pills. You fish out tablets from your handbag and pop a few tablets from the packet into your hand. Six tablets in your hand at most.

You slide your handbag off your shoulder and place it on the bathroom sink, and you lazily sit next to the toilet bowl, legs stretched out in front of you, slightly leaning your head against the white, cold tiled bathroom wall.

You look at the six tablets in your hand before raising it to your lips and throwing them all in your mouth with a slight tilt of your head, your heart pounding against your chest at the thought of you seeing your best friend again

You felt the side effects of the overdose after a while. Dehydration, restlessness, vomiting, diarrhea, weakness, you name it. You were in slight pain and discomfort, but you were still content with the choice you made.

What you didn’t notice was the solar eclipse outside.

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PRISON WORLD, LEE FELIX

Pairing: Fae Felix x Fem!reader

Summary: You had been walking to your shared apartment with a few of your friends after a fight. That was until a group of old suspicious 'fake' witches attacked you and your friends, leading you to end up in a vacant version of reality. But how was that possible? Witches were not real, right?

Warnings: fake friend, fifty percent chance smut, fluff, unbothered reader, small mention of self harm, maybe very light angst, reader being a sleepyhead, reader being Moroccan and Polish

You stare at the vacant street, your heart hammering painfully against your chest as the burning pain in your body has subsided slightly. Nobody was here. . .Not a single person was in sight. No cars, locked shops. The streets were completely empty, and the silence was unsettling.

You frown, exhaling shakily from the subsiding burning pain. You frown deeply in thought. Did they do this? If they did, then it would explain how you and your friends got into the different but familiar version of the city, along with the sudden pain that came from it. They sure did look suspicious, but then, people like that only came from children's story books.

How did you and your friends get here? Well, that is a good question.

You watched, unfazed, as your oldest friend, Ramona, held back your untamed friend, Zhang Xiu, from punching a fake friend. You sigh and purse your lips, looking around the streets, before your eyes accidentally landed on a group of sketchy old women. They were old enough to have age lines on their faces, but they weren't so old because the lines were still faint on their faces.

They looked almost like…. Witches? Hm… It was probably a child's birthday or something. You can see them whispering about, but you had no idea what they were talking about as you were far away. They sure did look suspicious witches for a birthday party.

Zhang Xiu yelled out swear words, snapping you out of your suspicions. You turn your head back towards Zhang Xiu, then at Ramona. You purse your lips as you see the fed up look on Ramona’s face as she continues to hold Zhang Xiu back from landing a punch on Regina, the fake friend….also an attention seeker

She gave you a look, clearly asking for help here, but you hesitate. Honestly, you wanted Zhang Xiu to punch the living daylight out of Regina because her reason for snapping was kind of understandable…but not encouraged.

A few minutes ago, Ramona, you and Zhang Xiu were walking back to the shared apartment that you also shared with five close friends, each holding a full shopping bag, making fun of Ramona along the way from how much she got spicy ramen. That was until the teasing got interrupted by Regina jogging her way over, wearing a short skirt which gave her a clear view of her thighs.

“Look, fuckers,” She gestured to her thighs with a big grin, looking at you and Zhang Xiu. “I’m like you guys now.”

Your lips parted slightly as you stood to the side, looking at her up and down in judgement. You look at Ramona, seeing her look disappointed with the tiniest hint of irritation. You look at Zhang Xiu closely, seeing her body tense. While you felt shocked and slightly irritated with a small hint of hurt, it seemed like Zhang Xiu had felt something else almost entirely, but you weren’t that surprised because you knew your friend was quick-angered.

You stare at the look on your oldest friend, feeling a little amused and slightly bad by her desperateness to stop Zhang Xiu. You sigh defeatingly, shoulders slumping slightly. You felt a bit bad because you knew she was very tired…and had to deal with Zhang Xiu’s anger, like always.

You thought of something to help her out and look at Ramona. You sigh and shake your head, an amused smile threatening to come out, “Idiots, just idiots. Completely morons. This is just embarrassing,” You mutter under your breath before walking to the oldest and discreetly pull the end of her hair harshly, which was your plan of helping her deal with Zhang Xiu and her anger. You let out a small, victorious smile as the oldest let out a yelp and let go of Zhang Xiu from the pain.

You see Zhang Xiu immediately land one punch on Regina’s dolled up face, which brought a rush of satisfaction through you at the sight. You smile and turn to Ramona with two thumbs up and a toothy grin, happy as your plan worked and heard as a sickening crack, but your smile falters immediately as you notice Ramona’s angry and stern look that she gave you for your actions, before she grabbed onto Zhang Xiu’s shoulder with a firm grip and pulled her away harshly from Regina.

You look at Zhang Xiu, noticing that she looked at least a little calm after landing a punch, but still frustrated. Your plan worked, so you don’t know why Ramona was angry at you. She did silently ask you for help.

You purse your lips sheepishly at the stern gaze from Ramona.

“Why don’t we talk at home instead of using hands, hm?”

The three of you, and Regina, walked to the apartment, shopping bags still in your grips. Nobody said anything, the silence looming over your heads, which was great as you had time to think about those sketchy old witches again.

And that was how you found yourself in the vacant version of the world.

You sigh. This was going to be a nightmare…

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PRISON WORLD SERIES

Bang Chan

Lee Minho

Coming Soon

Seo Changbin

Coming soon

Hwang Hyunjin

Han Jisung

Coming soon

Lee Yongbok Felix

Part 1

Kim Seungmin

Coming soon

Yang Jeongin

Coming soon

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Insecurities, Hwang Hyunjin

Idol hwang hyunjin x idol reader

Summary: You haven't told anyone about the death threats and insults you have received during the past two weeks, including your loving boyfriend

Fluff, insecurities of body image, depression, loving boyfriend hyunjin, eating disorder, anxiety, slight angst, reader having a mental breakdown, reader hyperventilating

2.0k words (I didn't expect this to be that long)

You were going to have a performance tomorrow, and you weren't in the right state of mind. The death threats and insults that you received in your messages lingered in your head all week. You haven't told your boyfriend about it because you didn't want to bother him with your problems, although you sometimes noticed how worried he was for you. 

You stared at yourself in the mirror of the dance studio in distaste, sighing angrily through your nose. You were angry at your family for forcing you to eat so much when you were younger, and now because of them, you have become food obsessed, causing you to also become twelve kilograms overweight from the average weight you were supposed to have.

You raised your wrist, glancing at your watch impatiently, waiting for your friends to show up. It was half past six, and your friends promised to show up at ten past six. They were twenty minutes late.

You furrowed your eyebrows and walked to your bag. You grabbed your phone and opened it, immediately checking your messages. You didn't have many messages, except from your friends who told you they were going to be slightly late, a few messages from your boyfriend's friends inviting you to eat with them, and lastly, from Hyunjin

You blankly stared at the messages from your boyfriend.

‘Are you okay, jagiya?’

‘I noticed that you're quite not yourself’

‘Did something happen?’

Your fingers hovered above the keyboard hesitantly, not knowing how to reply. Eventually, you decided not to reply and shut your phone, stuffing it back in your bag.

Recently, you began to ignore Hyunjin. He often asked if you were alright or if you had eaten, and you couldn't lie to him because he would notice that you were lying. So you decided to ignore him completely.

Your brown eyes snapped to the mirror again, but this time you were so close to it that you could see your flaws so clearly, causing a feeling of disgust to nag at your heart.

Your eyes travelled to your belly, and you immediately frowned. Then, your eyes travelled to your arms, and involuntarily, you raised your arms and shook them, causing them to wiggle. At the moment, you scrunch your face in disgust. 

Your focus shifted to the next target. Your stomach. Your hands reached to your belly, and you immediately clawed and pulled at it in discomfort, nail marks appearing on your stomach. Frustrated tears pricked at your eyes uncontrollably at the sight of your overweight body

You desperately craved to have a thin body like your friends, but instead, you were cursed with this body.

You snapped out of your depressing thoughts when you heard your phone vibrate indicating that you had received a new message.

Thinking it was your friends, you walked to your bag and pulled out your phone. 

You felt your heartbeat skip a beat as you noticed the message was from an unknown number. A shaky breath left your cracked lips as your thumb hovered above the unopened text. 

You debated to ignore the text for a few minutes, but curiosity got the better of you.

‘You shouldn't be a kpop idol. You're very overweight and not very beautiful like your friends.’

‘You should commit suicide, you'll be doing the world a favour.’

Your heart ached as you read the messages. Tears welled up in your dark eyes, but you tilted your head back slightly, not allowing them to spill down your cheeks. 

You then noticed that you received another message, but from a different unknown number. Without thinking you pressed on the pop up message, ready to block the unknown number, but uncontrollably, you allowed your brown eyes to skim over the text, causing your heart to race anxiously. Your thumb paused above the unknown numbers profile picture.

‘You and your boyfriend will be murdered very slowly’

‘I know where you live, and I know where you are’

‘What a beautiful dance studio.’

‘You tell anyone about this message, and I'll slit your boyfriend's throat first while you watch.’

You began to hyperventilate as you read the three messages, but the most that really made you panic was the last two messages. The person knows where you are, and you can't tell anyone. An unwanted image of your boyfriend with a slit throat and blood on his clothes invaded your mind.

Your hands shook uncontrollably from the fear and you struggled to stand when your knees suddenly felt weak. 

As your phone fell to the polished ground, so did you. Fresh tears welled up in your dark eyes, and this time, you allowed them to fall. A loud and restless sob left your lips as you leaned your body against the wall, allowing your head to rest against it. 

Hyunjin was very concerned for you. He noticed how tired you easily get. He also noticed how distant you have become from him, and he was desperate to know why. 

What happened to his jagiya?

Hyunjin checked his messages to see if his jagiya had replied to him, but only two blue ticks were shown. He placed your favourite food in the passenger seat and turned the key to his car, driving off to where you were.

His thoughts were all about you as he drove to the studio. Why did you distance yourself from him? Did you think that he wouldn't notice and not do something about it? Over the two weeks you separated from him, he made an attempt to speak with you. Hyunjin needed it to know why you distanced yourself from him; it bothered him slightly, and he was determined to get an answer out of you.

Parking his car smoothly near the building you were in, he grabbed the bag full of your favourite food and stepped out of his car, slamming the door shut behind him with his foot as his hands were currently preoccupied.

Hyunjin shook his black bangs out of his face so he could see better. As he walks around inside the building, he briefly returns the smiles he received from people he has chatted with a few days ago. Hyunjin wasn't a stranger to these people. He comes to the studio every week for you, having a short talk with them for a few minutes before leaving.

When he stepped into the studio, he expected to see you practising with the rest of your friends for your performance tomorrow night, but instead, his eyes landed on you, sobbing and hyperventilating on the floor.

Dropping the bags on the floor carelessly, Hyunjin rushed to you hurriedly, his eyes widening and his brows furrowed in worry. He has never seen you in this condition before. Sure, he has seen you tear up from time to time, but it was never this bad; he never heard you sob this badly.

You were too preoccupied with your thoughts to notice your boyfriend rushing to you and holding you in his arms as his hand rubbed your back reassuringly. 

‘You tell anyone about this message, and I'll slit your boyfriend's throat first while you watch.’ You recalled the text you received from the unknown number, causing you to let out another long, heartbreaking sob. Your body shook violently as you gasped for air. Your body shook with every cry, not noticing that your hands were shaking.

"Hyunjin." You sobbed his name, hugging him like he was your lifeline, causing his heart to ache at the sound of your cries and movements.

“I’m here, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He whispered as he rested his head on top yours

Your boyfriend held you close to his chest as his fingers scratched your scalp soothingly, which eventually quieted your cries.

“What’s wrong?” he asked quietly, but you shook your head as a ‘I don’t want to tell you’ which was a lie. You desperately wanted to tell him, but if you did….

Your mind wandered off to the death threat, causing you to let out a whimper.

Hyunjin nodded in understanding. “Okay, but we’re going home.” He gently let go of you, much to your dismay, and went to pick up your phone a few inches next to you.

Fuck

“No, leave it please!” You protested and attempted to grab your phone from his hands, but it was too late. Hyunjin’s confused expression turned cold in an instant. Your lips trembled and another cry threatened to leave your lips, but you didn’t allow it. Your boyfriend had seen the message.

Hyunjin turned to look at you, his dark eyes softening ever so slightly. “When did this start, baby?” He clenched his jaw, his voice shaking from his anger. He was enraged since this creepy stranger made you cry and thought he would get away with it.

“A few mon-ths ago,” you began as you doubled-breathed. “I blocked all of them, and I thought I could ha-ndle it, but it became too much for me.” You whispered as you tried to control your breathing. 

Hyunjin rested his forehead against yours reassuringly and closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around you, his black bangs slightly covering his eyes. 

Your body relaxed in his strong arms, closing your eyes in calmness. The effect he had on you from the moment you first started dating never went away as time passed. In fact, his effect to calm you down only got stronger.

“We’ll talk about this later,” He whispered to you. “Right now, you need rest.” His hands snaked under your legs, ready to pick you up, his forehead leaving yours.

Your eyes flew open in panic. “No, don’t pick me up.” you protested, shaking your head, staring at Hyunin’s confused eyes. 

“Why not?”

His question made you pause for a moment. “Because I’m too fat…” You avoided his eyes and looked around the room, also avoiding the mirrors. You didn’t need to see how ugly you looked after crying; it was just going to make you feel worse.

Hyunjin stared at you with furrowed brows, his face changing to a sad one. He attempted to catch your eyes, but you kept turning your head away. Unravelling his arms from your legs, his slender hands found a way to your cheeks and gently forced you to look at him.

He raised his brows and stared at you with seriousness, making you wonder what he was going to say next. “You’re beautiful, and your belly rolls make you much more beautiful. I love them so much. It hurts me to know that you don’t see what I see.”

“What do…you see?” You asked slowly as you stared into his eyes, brows furrowed in curiosity. How did your boyfriend see you?

“I see the most stunning woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” Your boyfriend's words made your eyes widen and your heart flutter. “I see..,” Hyunjin turned your face to the mirror that stood a few metres away from the both of you. “My beautiful girlfriend and my future wife.” He smiled, pecking your cheeks as you both glanced in the mirror.

Turning your head away from the mirror, you locked eyes with Hunjin. Your heart felt light like a feather as you heard his words. Staring deep into his dark eyes, you could see that he was telling you the truth, and it made you smile for the first time in a while. You wrapped your arms around his neck, snuggling your face into his shoulder with a peaceful smile.

“Can I pick you up?” He asked with a soft smile, and it grew when he felt you nod your head. He snaked his hands under your legs and picked you up from the floor.

“Oh, I forgot to mention, I bought ramen for both of us.” He muttered as he lightly leaned his forehead against yours, staring at your upturned lips lovingly, which you haven’t noticed because of the mention of ramen.

You gasped and turned your head around to see where the ramen was. “Ramen!” you said excitedly when your eyes landed on a bag, causing Hyunjin to chuckle and lightly tilt his head back.

“Ramen!” He cheered with a smile. “Let's eat!”

Taglist: @annybah

(I'm so pissed off. I published this yesterday and I wake up and find that It's gone)

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Imaginary | Bang Chan

Bang chan x reader

Summary: you lived in solidarity and self-hatred for as long as you can remember, but that all changes when a handsome blonde man appears in your room. He was perfect and ideal for you. You discover that he's just a figment of your imagination, but does it matter to you if it means you get to be happy?

Sh, eating disorder, self-hatred, insecurities, reader thinking too much, suicidal thoughts, depression (Detailed)

Wc: 1723

You lay on your side on the mattress, your eyes unfocused, as you think about your life—about everything, really. Dry tears stain your cheeks, and an ache in your head blooms, continuously banging with every slight move you make. 

Your heart weighed heavily on your chest as you lay emptily on your bed. It didn't even feel like a heart in your chest anymore; instead, it felt like a big, heavy stone weighing you down with even the slightest step and actions, and you didn't know what to do to make that feeling go away. Your mind felt like it was detached from you, stuck in a very dark place with no way back to its rightful place.

You shuffle in your bed, your eyes squeezing shut from the banging in your head as your hair sprawled messily on your pillow. Your puffy eyes ached, the strong light in your room making your eyes hurt and struggling to keep it open. You desperately wanted to get up from your warm comfy bed, but whenever you think about doing it, the stone in your chest weighs heavier, pinning you down further into your bed.

Why are you still alive at this point? You were worthless and useless, nobody was gonna miss you if you grab the blade in your nightstand drawer and drag it across your throat and wrist. In fact, you think they would be better off without you. All you did was lay on your bed, cut everyone off and think about your life, past regrets and compare yourself to others out of self disgust and hatred.

You think about your childhood and your current life, and quickly, the feeling of guilt nagged at your chest. Your childhood life and current life wasn't bad but it wasn't great and perfect either, and it made you feel horrible for making it seem like such a big deal. 

But if it wasn't horrible and such a big deal then why do you want to end it all? 

You sighed deeply, shuffling in your bed, your nose immediately scrunching in disgust as you accidentally sniffed your pyjamas. Your cotton night dress stinks very badly and you knew you wouldn't sleep because of it, even if you tried. You stink badly. With a tired groan, you lift your head up heavily and stare at your room door in utter despair. 

Your head hits the silky pillow gently as you zone out once more. You can shower tomorrow, it doesn't have to be right now.. , but…you wouldn't be able to sleep knowing that you absolutely reek. You haven't showered in weeks, and if you weren't going to do it now, then when are you? You eye your front door with a frown and sigh heavily. With heavy movements, you slowly sit up from your bed. 

You sluggishly pull yourself up from your bed and sigh, forcing yourself not to lay back down again. It was very tempting not to lay down again. With one last sigh, you force yourself to fully get up from your bed. 

Your hair was tangled, frizzy, and matted, and your lips were dry and cracked. You roll out your tongue lazily and lick your lips to moisturise them.

You felt like an old lady as you stood with a slouched posture and slightly bended knees. With a small, tired noise, you slowly straighten your posture and legs. With slow, sluggish steps, you walk to the lamp sitting on your table opposite your bed. You reach to the switch on flick it, a click filling your ears immediately. 

A faint orange colour illuminated the room a little, but it was barely seen as the main light in your room concealed it.

Now, you finally saunter to the door, switch off the light with a small click, and finally exit your bedroom. The only light coming from your bedroom was the orange hue coming from the lamp on your table.

Even though the hallway to the bathroom was dark, you still placed your hands on each side of your face as you groggily passed a tall mirror on your way to the bathroom.

You opened the bathroom door with the side of your bottom and stepped in, not bothering to open the lights.

You began to strip. 

Almost two hours later, you hear something fall on the ground in your room as you continue to fall victim to your frustrating thoughts. You snap back to reality and narrow your eyes at the sound. From what you remembered, no windows were opened, and not a single door was unlocked.

Your heart raced anxiously as you over thought about what fell and what caused it.

Maybe… Was it the wind? No, that wouldn't make any sense; all windows were closed. It could be ghosts, but yet again, ghosts are not real. In your opinion, at least. Or maybe it was just something that wasn't placed properly. Yeah, that was it. It must've been that—nothing else.

You go back to lazily scrubbing yourself, but you soon tense up and pause once you hear another thing fall. Your heart rate skyrocketed immediately, leaving you hyperventilating. You let out shaky breaths as the hot water continued to hit your scalp and scarred skin.

You stand up slowly from the bathtub and turn off the shower, carefully stepping out so you don't slip. You don't want that to happen. You don't think your body can handle another bruise from your clumsiness and laziness. 

You grab your pyjamas you left on the radiator two days ago. You remembered that you had wanted to try and shower, but you just went back to bed.

You pull the pyjama top over your wet head and then slide your legs into the pyjama pants. Your hair dripped and slightly drenched your pyjama top.

You slip your wet slippers on and silently pull the bathroom door open, which was a little difficult for you since you haven't used your arms in a few days. They were very lazy and weak at the moment.

You slowly and carefully walked to the guest room, narrowly avoiding the creek on the stairs. The guest room had baby toys since your cousin came by to see you a few weeks ago, and they had forgotten to take the toys with them. 

In the guest room, you quickly but tensely grab a yellow plastic hammer toy from the ruffled bed. Sure, the hammer was a toy, but it was big, so it will do perfectly for the attack. It was perfect to create minor damage, like bruises. Nothing serious.

With determination, you walk out of the guest room with slightly lifted arms as you raise the hammer, gripping the yellow handle tight. 

You gulp as you see a figure in the middle of your room, back turned against you. It looked like a man. You breathe heavily, but you still have some determination left in you. All you had to do was attack the man and give him the scolding of his life. And integrate him! You can't forget about that. 

On accident, you step on the creaky part of the short stairs, and you immediately tense, your breath hitching faintly. Dumb you. How could you forget about the stairs? 

You gulp and breathe faster in fear as you see the man stiffen but not move from his spot. 

You clutch on the handle of the toy hammer with narrowed eyes, determined to make him realise that he picked the wrong house to break into and shoo him out of your house. 

You get ready to pounce, and with a war cry, you raise your hammer and hurry to your room with a slight run.

First hit on his head, then his back, and then back to his head again. He yelps with each hit, but you ignore it and continuously hit the man's head with determination. 

“How. Did. You. Get. In. My. House, Old Man?!" You yell with each blow at his head.

The blonde man hisses and yelps in pain from the force of your hits. He lost his balance, tripped on the edge of the rug, and landed on the ground on his side with a small, painful huff. 

“You sneaky son of a-”

“Ah, stop, stop, stop, stop!” The man yelled out, his voice broken from the pain as he shielded himself—mostly his head—interrupting you mid-sentence. 

You pause in surprise as you hear him speak, ceasing your abuse on his head, the yellow toy hammer pausing halfway to his head also. “Oh… I didn't know you could speak. So the burglar speaks, huh?” You say, surprised, before snapping out of it. You give his head a good last bonk with the hammer before stepping back a little, your eyes on him closely and cautiously as he lays in pain on the rugged floor. 

He groans and hisses in pain, and he rubs his head to ease the pain a little. The blonde man hurries up to stand, his back still turned towards you. He huffs and mumbles to himself in annoyance, wiping away the imaginary dirt from his clothes.

You continue to stare at him blankly, waiting for him impatiently to turn around to you and show his face. “You’re stupid for thinking you can weirdly sneak in and steal something from my house,” you say coldly, but he doesn’t say anything. He still continued to rub the imaginary dirt from his clothes. “Ya! I’m talking to you," you snap.

You hear him sigh, and you see him pause for a moment. You were taken aback to hear him speak... and for his voice to be soft. “Wait- I’m sorry, did you say steal? I don’t want to steal anything.” In a swift motion, the blonde man turns to you, and God…

He had sharp but soft features. His eyes were the perfect shade of brown, his lips were plum and the ideal shade of pink. And his nose...his nose was so defined.How could someone bad like him look this perfect?

You didn’t believe him. If he didn’t want to steal, then why did he sneak into your house? He seriously needs to be a better liar. You stare blankly at him, about to interrogate him and give him the scolding of his life.

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