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dreaamerwrites · 1 year

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[ JEALOUS ]

rating: PG couple: cho guesung x female reader request: "can i ask you to imagine cho gue sung if he gets jealous because of one of the other players?" tags: jealousy, cake, kangin shenanigans, making out in a hotel hallway lol note: reader has had a crush on guesung for a long time. she was starting to wonder if her feelings might be reciprocated while they were apart during the Qatar World Cup, but during a welcome back party for our KNT boys, guesung begins to act very, very strange. /

You realize something is wrong immediately.

You can’t quite put your finger on how you know. He’s standing on the other side of the room, several feet of carpet, appetizers, and rowdy footballers stretching out in the space between you two. Seungho is laughing at his side. Jinsu must’ve cracked a joke, because Guesung appears to be laughing too now. But…

But you can tell something is wrong.

Maybe it’s that tight set to his jaw. (You can see it clench and unclench, an unhappy habit you know he’s been trying to break for months now, per his dentist’s orders.) Or maybe it’s his arms, crossed over his chest. He’s standing broad; feet apart, shoulders squared. He looks half-ready to fight or bolt – and yet, still, he continues to laugh between Jinsu and Seungho. As if everything is fine, as if nothing’s wrong.

His eyes briefly flicker over. They meet yours. You frown at him, trying to ask and convey:

What’s wrong?

Guesung’s expression does not change as he looks away yet again.

“Noona, did you taste this yet?!”

Suddenly a fork comes in line with your vision.

You look to your left, startled. Kangin had been chatting animatedly by your side for the last few minutes but, with Guesung looking so off, you hadn’t been able to pay much attention to the boy. The Mallorca boy smiles down at you with a broad, earnest smile, all teeth and dimples, and you immediately soften.

“No, not yet,” you reply, leaning forward to take the bite of cake he offers to you. It tastes of blueberries and whipped cream. “Are you guys even allowed to eat stuff like this?”

“Of course,” Kangin’s grin grows even wider, a truly impossible feat. “It’s Day 1 of our vacation. I deserve this today. Isn’t it good?!”

The sweetness clings to you, both from the cake and the boy.

“Yes,” you laugh, shaking your head. “It’s very good.”

Pleased, Kangin moves to take another bite for himself now. He’s settled close to you, as he had been for the last hour…

(I’ve missed you, noona! he had exclaimed, as soon as he had found you waiting in the hotel suite, still adding the last finishing touches to the makeshift welcome party you and the rest of the Seoul-based staff had thrown together.

The day had been a hectic one – their flights delayed, the airport erupting into chaos, countless fans lining up outside the hotel where the team had intended to touch base before all going their separate ways. You had been a mess then, hair still up in a sloppy bun, a pile of knotted streamers in your hands. Kangin had nearly tackled you down with a hug regardless.

You should’ve come with us, he had whined, arms still tight around your waist. Qatar wasn’t the same without you!

Over his shoulder, at that moment, you had seen Guesung walk in, face gaunt, eyes tired. He had stopped briefly when he saw the spectacle before him – Kangin hugging you in a wild bear hug, walking you backwards and nearly knocking over a bowl of confetti in the process – before shaking his head and making his way immediately towards the bar cart.)

That had been one hour ago.

And now, Kangin is still pressed into your side, curled up beside you on one of the hotel suite loveseats – and Guesung…

Well, Guesung has still not even come to say hello.

You’re trying very hard not to take it personally. It isn't as if you have any claim on Guesung. He isn't even your boyfriend, after all. You're close of course. You're close with all of them really. But… but Guesung had been different. Had felt different.

Especially over the last few weeks, throughout the World Cup campaign. You two had been talking more than ever. Constant phone calls, constant texts. You had spoken to him more over the last few weeks while he was in Qatar than you had ever before.

(And when he’d fall asleep, mid-sentence, mumbling to you over the phone about just wanting to do well, to make everyone happy, to make you feel proud of him… well, was it wrong for your heart to have flipped at the promise? Was it wrong to start to wonder if, for the first time in years, that perhaps your feelings weren’t so one-sided after all?)

You did well, Guesung. I missed you. I’m proud of you, Guesung. I missed you.

You had had so many things to tell him in-person and yet, now, you can’t even find the courage to approach him from across this very hotel room.

Was it possible for someone to feel far away, even while in the same room? How had he managed to feel even closer, when he had been oceans away before?

“You wanna know a secret, noona?” Kangin suddenly asks.

He’s pressed to your side, radiating a comforting kind of heat that briefly distracts you from how strange Guesung has been all evening.

You force yourself into a brief, small smile before turning to look at Kangin again. He has a small smudge of whipped cream on his Cupid’s bow. He looks as soft, kind, and sweet as ever. A boy, enjoying his cake, just happy to be here at all.

“Sure,” you can’t help but laugh, reaching over to wipe the cream from his lips with your thumb, endeared. He blushes sheepishly at the action, licking at his lips afterwards. This time, you press your shoulder into his instead, laughing teasingly. “What’s the secret, kid?”

This gets him back on track.

Momentarily forgetting his sheepishness, Kangin straightens up, sitting broad in the loveseat with you, shoulder firm against yours. He gives you an owlish, knowing look.

“I’ve been conducting an experiment,” he says, very matter-of-factly.

You raise a brow, licking the icing off your thumb. Kangin doesn’t bat an eye.

“You see, when we were at the airport, some of the hyungs were all making fun of… someone,” he raises a brow right back at you, all swagger now, as if he wasn’t just caught with frosting on his lip. “They all knew you’d be here, waiting for us when we got back, ya’know.”

You’re not quite sure where this is going.

“They were making fun of him, saying that… that someone would probably be soOOOooOo happy to see you,” Kangin hums, clearly pleased with himself. “He tried to deny it the whole trip. Said it wasn’t a big deal. Said he just wanted to see you just like everyone else. Said it wasn’t like that.”

Wasn’t like that. Suddenly your heart is caught in your throat.

“Kangin,” your smile falters.

Kangin’s expression transforms from faux swagger to warm encouragement in a split second. He sets his cake down onto the coffee table and, hands free now, shifts even closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“I needed to call bullshit,” he smiles warmly, no malice lacing his words whatsoever. Just pure kindness and laughter. He radiates so much softness that you can’t even admonish him for swearing. “I wanted to make them acknowledge that: nope, this is exactly like that.”

Kangin squeezes your shoulder firmly, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Noona, you deserve someone who will be honest about their feelings. You deserve someone who will be proud to have you in their life and who will fight to keep you always.”

(Just want you to be proud of me, Guesung had murmured sleepily on the fourth night.

His voice had sounded far away on the phone. You had pressed the receiver closer to your ear. You could catch what he said next just barely. It came so soft and sleep found him so quickly after that you wondered if you had dreamt it all.

Just want you to want me too, he had whispered. Just want you.)

“So I started wondering, ya’know. If this guy can’t even be brave enough to tell his friends that he likes you, then will he ever be brave enough to deserve you?” Kangin continues, this time more flippantly than before. His gaze flickers over to the side of your head but he holds you still, does not let you look away. “So I needed to run a little experiment.”

Suddenly Guesung is standing before you.

This time, Kangin lets you look up, look away. Lets you look up into Guesung’s face, to find his expression pinched and unhappy, his big hand brushing Kangin’s off of your shoulder with focused intent.

Guesung grabs your arm and lifts you up and off the couch.

“We’re going,” Guesung grits out. “Now.”

“Guess I know my answer now,” Kangin laughs loudly, a full-bodied laugh. You can see he has some whipped cream still left on his chin, too, that you hadn’t noticed before.

You glance between the young boy and Guesung in confusion – but Guesung doesn’t give you a chance to squeak out another question.

He leaves behind a laughing Kangin and pulls you further and further away, his hand firm on your arm, fingers pressing into your skin as he pulls you through the crowd of people, his steps so wide that you nearly trip over your own feet to keep up with him.

Heungmin is laughing now, just as loudly, and you can see Jinsu and Seungho doubled over in the corner.

Guesung does not spare anyone a second glance.

He does not even spare you a glance until you’re out, finally, standing in the hotel hallway, the suite room slamming closed behind you. Your back hits the wall.

“I’m – what – what’s going on – ” you sputter, Guesung’s hand still tight around your arm. “Guesung, you’re hurting me.”

He drops his hand immediately, as if burned. Still, he does not look at you. He stares down at his hand instead. His chest is heaving and his expression has morphed from frustrated anger to one of disbelief, as he stares down at his palm. He clenches it closed into a fist, his knuckles white.

Just want you to want me too.

“Sorry, I’m – I’m sorry,” Guesung is muttering now, voice low and gravelly. Thick with something uncomfortable. “I shouldn't have – sorry, I grabbed you. I shouldn’t have – ”

You can hear the party even through the thick hotel room door that separates you from the rowdy footballers. You can almost hear Kangin laughing, still.

Be brave, he’d probably tell you.

Be brave, he’d probably tell the both of you in this hallway.

Slowly, you raise your hand to cover Guesung’s closed fist. His hand is so big, compared to yours, that you can barely cover half of it. You raise your other as well. Cradling his fist in both of your hands, you smooth your thumbs over his clenched knuckles. You can feel him shiver at the touch and finally, finally… you buck up the courage to look up.

To look at him.

Guesung stares down at you, towering over you with his height. He blocks out the hotel light behind him, still breathing heavily, shoulders shaking, and, for once, all you can see is him. The hotel room, the laughter, the party: everything fades away. There is only you, and there is only him.

The silence is deafening.

His mouth is pressed into a thin line. His expression is still unreadable, guarded and unhappy, but the beauty mark just below his eye is so endearing that you can’t help but soften, despite yourself.

For the first time that evening, you think you may finally understand what was wrong all along.

I miss you, his eyes seem to scream. I missed you!

You let go of his hand to reach up to cradle his face carefully instead.

“It’s okay,” you whisper into the silence of the hotel hallway. “Don’t be sorry.”

Be brave!

“I missed you too,” you admit quietly.

The change in his expression comes so swiftly that you can barely register it before he crushes you against him. He presses your face into his broad chest and wraps his muscled arms around you tightly, desperately. He holds you so close that your own chest rises and falls with each breath he takes. His breath is warm and harsh against your ear, a faint whine of unhappiness rising up when you wiggle in his arms, trying to free your own arms so that you can wrap them around him. Only when your arms circle his waist does he finally let out a ragged, relieved sigh.

Still, he does not let you go.

“I hated it. All of it,” he mutters into your hair. “Everything in there. I'm sorry. I hated that Kangin was the first one you saw. I hated that he was with you all night. I hated that we didn’t speak and that you didn’t look at me and that you were looking at him and –”

He’s rambling now, all nonsense and tight breaths.

You smooth your hand down his back. Follow the curve and dip of his spine. Rub soothing circles into the base. He seems to melt into you at the touch, though he’s careful not to rest his weight onto you.

You don’t think you’d mind it, really. You tug him closer, still.

“I didn’t know,” you whisper back quietly. “I’m sorry too.”

This stops the rambling.

Guesung seems to go still in your arms. And then, unwillingly, reluctantly, he slowly pulls back. His hands are locked behind your back so neither of you can go very far, but he pulls back just enough to get a better look at your face. You’re not sure what you look like. Your hair feels like a mess, from being pressed up against him just now, and you’re sure you’re flushed as well – but…

But Guesung looks at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

And, damn, if he isn't the most beautiful thing you've ever seen as well.

His mouth is red and his cheeks are flushed. He stares down at you with such intensity that you want to squirm under his gaze, but still he holds you in place. You swallow. His hair has come loose, the pomade softening, and a few strands fall into his forehead. You want to push them back. You want to hold him closer. You want him to…

“You didn’t know?” Guesung asks softly, breaking your train of thought.

You shake your head slowly. He licks his lips. Watches you watch him too.

“You didn’t know that I’ve missed you like hell for the last few months? You didn’t know that the first person I wanted to see after our Portugal match... was you?”

Guesung’s gaze never leaves yours.

This time, you do shiver.

“You wanted to see me first?” you reply shakily, a slight tremor in your voice.

Guesung sweeps one hand up from your waist to the side of your neck. Normally he runs cold, you know, but today he is warm, skin hot against yours. His thumb smooths over the slope of your jaw, the touch purposeful and tender.

“I always want to see you first,” he replies, just as shakily, his voice giving him away.

You cannot hear Kangin laughing anymore. You do not hear anything but the sound of Guesung’s soft voice and your own heart thumping loudly in your chest. It’s time to be brave now.

“Good,” you reply.

You tilt your face up to Guesung. And then, staring into his eyes, you lift yourself up onto your tippy toes, rest your hands on his shoulders, and lean up and into him.

When your lips find his, the first kiss is unbearably soft.

A barely there brush of your lips at first – but then there's a second, and then a third.

By the fourth, Guesung is hungry as he pushes you back further against the wall, one leg slotting between yours, his big hand cupping your cheek to tilt your mouth up and open for him even more.

“Missed you,” you murmur between kisses, his tongue catching your bottom lip. You shiver when his other hand stops at the small of your back, thumb sweeping across the stretch of skin there that appears as your shift lifts just slightly. “So proud of you. ‘M so proud of you. Wanted to tell you all night.”

He shakes in your arms at this, holding you closer, his thigh warm between your legs.

“Proud of me?” he mumbles back, pressing another kiss at the corner of your mouth, nose brushing against yours. “Missed me?”

You nod, dizzy now, breathless as he kisses you in earnest. Your hand finds its way into his hair and you give the strands a light tug, pulling him back slightly. When he tilts back, you can see him clearly now. Mouth wet, pink with your lip balm, his hair even more mussed than before. He’s heaving now, chest rising and falling with each desperate breath.

You can taste that cake still – blueberries and whipped cream clinging to the backs of your teeth – but you can taste Guesung too, you think. You lick your lips.

He seems to melt at the sight.

He sags against you, pressed firmly against you, wedging you between his thighs and the cool wall behind you.

“Did you really?” he leans closer, pressing his forehead to yours.

For someone who just kissed you as if their life depended on it, a flash of uncertainty shines in his eyes.

Oh, Guesung…

You decide to be brave enough for the both of you.

“I did. I’m so proud of you. And I missed you so much,” you answer steadily. Your hand in his hair is gentle. You brush the strands back slowly, carefully. Breathe in his cologne and let yourself get dizzy with it. “Wanted you. So much.”

Guesung looks dizzy himself.

He nudges his nose against yours. You’re sure the position must be uncomfortable for him, towering so high above you but leaning down so that he can reach you, like this. He does not seem to care. The uncertainty in his eyes seems to be fading now.

“Really? You wanted – want me?” he clears his throat. Presses himself closer to you, all heat between your legs, shuddering when your fingers card through his hair, nails grazing the nape of his neck. He tries to laugh shakily. “Even more than Kangin?”

The joke catches you so off guard that you let out a helpless, breathless laugh.

“Is that really a question?” you ask, looking down at the predicament you two are in briefly before looking back up at Guesung. Do you see this right now? is what you should really be asking. Instead, you decide to humor him. “Of course more than Kangin. More than anyone else. Always. I wouldn’t be out here kissing Kangin like this!”

This seems to appease him.

He crowds against you even closer, nuzzling your nose with his, sneaking a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Good,” he murmurs. “Only kiss me like this. Only want me. I know I only want you.”

You know there will be lengthy conversations after this. You know the two of you will need to discuss your feelings properly – will need to iron this out and speak like adults, rather than kiss-drunk kids who want only to be wrapped up in each other’s arms. You know that that will all come...

But for now, you let yourself have this.

Be brave.

“Only want you,” you promise, voice soft. Reassuring. Guesung is warm and solid in your arms.

He is everything you could ask for at that moment.

He is everything you could ask for always.

“I promise.”

Bonus cut:

Several minutes later, after a few more lengthy, hungry kisses:

Guesung fixes his hair, ruffling the strands between his fingers, as he gazes at you thoughtfully. You raise a brow at him, as you readjust your shirt, trying to tuck it back in from where he had pulled it loose.

“What is it?”

He purses his lips, a curious look in his eyes.

“You tasted like… blueberries. Do you always taste like berries?”

You pause.

And then, schooling your expression into the most neutral one you can manage, you sniff: “Did you get to try the cake we got for you guys? It’s blueberries and cream. …Kangin fed me some. Didn’t you see – ”

(Really, you both had tried to straighten yourselves out in vain. What was even the point of trying to straighten out your shirt again?)

You yelp when Guesung reels you back in, big hands immediately grabbing onto your hips as he pulls you closer, staring at your mouth with intent, chasing you for another kiss.

“I’ll kiss it away. Gonna kiss you til you taste like me instead,” he growls roughly, mouth open and wet against yours.

You can only laugh into the kiss in agreement.

#cho gue sung #cho gue sung imagines #no proofreading we die like men #LOL #soccer fanfic

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waterfallofspace · 1 year

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(if two requests is asking too much pls ignore, sorry 😭)

d/azai: 9, 52, 56, 64 (with c/huuya— maybe dark era?)

Not too much at all, thank you for another one!! I love answering these, S/oukoku are my absolute beloveds, it's never too much D/azai hehehe~~

Set in 'dark era' mildly, imagine them both as adults, probably around 19, before all the things go down, back when they're both working for the P/ort M/afia.

2.1k, prompts 9, 52, 56, and 64, story under cut!

9. “You’re trembling.” 52. “Did you just sneeze?” 56. “Can you please come and get me?” 64. Mission in the rain.

(References to violence, injury, swearing, mildly high fever, and gunshots, just in case anyone doesn't like those!)

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Dazai’s predictions are as reliable as the air you breathe. Sometimes the details can get fuzzy, but at the end of it all, his results are unavoidable. This is a hassle for his enemies, making him one of the most dangerous adversaries. And frankly quite annoying. However, on some days, when his predictions come to pass in ways he was hoping to avoid, they can be just as annoying for him.

Thoughts swirl around Dazai’s head, his dripping hair clinging to his flushed forehead. ‘I foresaw the rain, but I had hoped I wouldn’t be as feverish when it came. I guess even I can’t predict exactly how an illness will progress. Though I do wish I’d known it was going to make the pain so much worse.’

His hand drifts back to his leg, water mixing with the blood seeping through the makeshift bandage he’d fashioned from a scarf one of the enemies had been wearing. ‘For someone covered in bandages, I actually don’t normally carry them on me. I should change that.’ Pulling the scarf tighter, pain seems to shoot through every nerve.

“eNDxt-! hh’dZGt-!”

Dazai’s teeth clench, a faint groan crawling out from between them. The stifles send waves of burning shivers running from his head down through his arms to his fingertips. ‘I can’t get myself home like this. I’m not sure I could stand even if I wanted to… better call in backup. But who to call… someone who can see me like this…’

He lets his hands twitch, another sneeze being stalled on his breath as he reaches for his phone. The voice picks up instantly, Dazai smirking as the snarl the other man is wearing forms in his mind.

“The fuck do you want?”

“Chuuuuya~, can you pl- knDXt-! please come and get me?”

“Wh- what!?”

“I need y- inGZd’eh-! you to come pick me up.”

There’s a deep sigh through the phone, and what sounds like gunfire as Chuuya barks out an order. Dazai figures it’s still the mission Mori sent him on a few days ago. ‘Taking a while, usually he’d have wrapped it up by now. Must have been complications. I was supposed to go with, except a more urgent matter needed my attention.’

“Are you fucking serious?”

“kNT-nGT’eh-dnZNTT-! Yes, I’m serious. Hurry please~ it’s quite urgent.”

“What was that noise?”

“It’ll explain wh- eNDxT-! when you get here.”

Another round of yelling overtakes Chuuya’s side of the conversation, Dazai leaning the phone away with a wince as the noises seem to drill right into his skull. Finally it quiets down, Chuuya’s voice cutting through the silence again with a growl.

“Can’t you call someone else? I dunno, Oda or something, why’s it gotta be me? I’m a tad busy.”

“I’m- inGTD’eh-! trusting you with this- hH’knT-! mission. You are my partner after all.”

“Ach. Fine, you bastard. But you’d better not be dead by the time I get there. Don’t wanna waste a trip.”

“hNgEdT-INgT-eh’kNd’eh-! See you when you get here.”

The dial tone cuts through his last sentence, a sigh forming from the effort the call required. He lets his eyes fall shut,his head meeting the cold wall he’s leaning against. It almost seems to burn against his skin. ‘Because of the fever, I assume. Making the cold feel almost like electricity coursing through my body. Chuuya had better hurry.’

“You’re trembling.”

Dazai’s eyes snap open, consciousness flooding back into his mind, a rush of pain following suit. He crushes his nose into a fist to starve off the reignited tickle while the other hand gingerly grazes his wounded leg. He manages to catalogue the rain still drenching him, Chuuya standing over him crossing his arms, and some amount of time he can no longer account for.

“That h- happens when you’re l- left in the r- rain for- ndGT-! eh’kNXt-! d- days to fr- freeze to d- death.”

“Oh quit your whining, it’s been less than an hour. That’s impressive given I was across town.”

As Dazai feels Chuuya cold gaze, another shudder runs down his back, a smirk creeping across his face as it prompts a response laced with barely hidden guilt.

“I got here as fast as I could, okay…?”

‘You’re lucky it’s just us here, Chuuya. Anyone else might mistake your tone for caring~.’ The itch presents itself again, Dazai raising a hand to his face with a gasp as it climbs deeper into his sinuses. A burning starts to spread along his nose, Chuuya’s smirk only fanning his irritation.

“ah’hNDeh-! knt’shh-! inGT’shh-!”

“Did you just sneeze?”

“I- knGt’shh-! I certainly hope that was a sneeze and not- knGT’sshew-! my soul trying to- hh’nGT-! Escape.”

“I didn’t know you could make such dainty noises.”

The smile Dazai shoots in return is heavy, a deep air of false self-satisfaction plastered across the gesture. They both know Chuuya can see through him easily, and they both know he won’t act on this knowledge. ‘We’re both more comfortable with pretending I’m in control, like always. Despite what you may say, Chuuya, I know you better than anyone.’

“So, what exactly led to this pathetic display?”

“Negotiations got a- ahH’INDGT’chh-! a bit out of hand.

A blush tints Dazai’s cheeks as the stifle nearly breaks through, a violent sniffle falling through the cracks of his self-control. He flinches as the expression falters on Chuuya’s face, his blush apparently deeply visible against the rest of his utterly pale face.

“Eh?! A bit ou- you’re sitting on the ground bleeding, this is ‘a bit’?”

“gnDT’shh-! ih’tND’eh-! It all went according to prediction.”

‘Except the severity of the fever… but he doesn’t need to know that.’

“You knew you were going to end up shot and laying on the ground?”

“I b- hh’enDT-! Believe I am sitting.”

Chuuya snarls at him, fist clenching at his side as he seemingly resists the urge to throw a punch. ‘Probably a good thing for me. Not sure I could roll out of the way in time. Even if I did, it’d hurt something awful, and I’m not exactly keen on more pain at the moment.’ Dazai allows, electing to offer a small grin at the action.

“Did you at least get what you were sent for?”

“Do you really doubt me, Chuuya? hNNcH! heHh… nnDGT-! eNX’guh-!”

“Christ, Dazai.”

“eNGT’eh-! haHh… heP’ch-mmgNn’sh-hep’DNGT-! F- fuck… gNT’shh-!”

Dazai pretends he doesn’t notice the wince Chuuya lets out at the cursing as the stifles scrape through his throat. He’s switching from crushing his nose into his fist to fully pinching it shut. ‘They’re getting stronger, I can’t keep this up for long.’

“Mori sent you out here this sick?”

“I didn- hHnGT’eh-! eINXT-! Didn’t see the relevance in passing on su- such… hehhAH-! kNDT’chh-! eINGT’shh-! Such irrelevant information.”

“Irreleva- Damn it you idiot. You seriously didn’t tell him?!”

“nGT-! dnZT’chh-!”

“Well, guess it doesn’t matter now anyways. Can you walk?”

“N- hH’eNG’shh-! Not sure.”

Chuuya reaches down, stumbling a bit as Dazai leans into him, a hiss escaping as pain shoots through his leg. ‘I’m assuming the sickness is clouding my ability to ignore the pain, making it feel worse than it is. Normally an injury like this shouldn’t bother me.’ Another shiver runs through Dazai’s body, travelling through his arms into Chuuya, who turns a sharp eye to him.

“If I could use gravity manipulation this would be a hell of a lot easier.”

“W- well sorry. N- not exactly m- my fault that I’m s- so special. hh’knChh-!”

Dazai whips into his fist, aiming away from the man holding him up as another stifled fit pounds through his head.

“dnCH-! inNGXT-! nnGT-! eh’INGt’shh-!”

“Ar-”

“inDksss-! eNGT-! heh…! hH’aENXT’chh-! ih’nnGXT’shh-!”

“Christ, Dazai. You’re gonna give me a headache. Just fucking sneeze.”

“Wh- inGt-! What is Chuuya talk- notagain… hH’enDG’eh-! nNGT-! kNXT’chh-! Talking about? I believe I am sne- sneehh…. hH’EDN’chh-! sneezing?”

Dazai meets Chuuya’s eyes just in time to catch the mist of concern that settles over them before they roll in his direction. They’ve stopped moving, much to Dazai’s dismay. Normally the rain hitting his head seeming to feel like gunfire would be the reason he’s annoyed, but right now he has bigger issues. His hair is soaked, and dripping onto his face, each droplet running down his nose leaving a trail of tickles in its wake.

“You know what I mean, you jackass. Just let them out.”

He crushes his nose into his fist again as another sneeze threatens to break through, determined not to follow Chuuya’s orders. ‘I don’t need to sneeze. I do- heh… don’t nee… need to…’ Chuuya’s voice cuts through his attempts, the vibrations in the air seeming to spread the itch even deeper.

“It can’t be any worse than the tiny squeaks you’re letting out now.”

“Ch- chuhHAh-! Chuuya might have a point for once!”

“Bastard.”

“heH-! keeshh-tisshh’ieschh’oo-!”

“Was… was that your sneeze…?”

“ieeshh’oo-! heh’tshhh’shoo-! inEShh’oo-!”

“You’re sounding practically feline, Dazai.”

A grin spreads across Chuuya’s face as Dazai leans into his hands with another tiny outburst. Managing to pry open his eyes long enough to make it out through the haze, Dazai offers a weak smile immersed in mischief.

“Seeing as you’re quite the fan of ‘felines’, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Eh?! Y- you-”

“In fact- tShh’oo-! heh’inshh’iew-! I believe you referred to a kitten as ‘cute’, didn’t y- hh’teEShhiew-! You?”

“Don’t you fuckin-”

“Awww~ Does that mean Chuuya j- eh’KNshh’oo-! hahh-! geshhiew-hepp’tishhiew-! Just called me adorable?”

“I will drop you on your ass, you bandage waste.”

Chuuya’s glare is fierce, a scowl painted over his face, but Dazai can’t help but notice the way his grip tightens when another fit breaks out, keeping Dazai studied as he shakes. ‘Whatever you say, Chuuya~.’

“hH’knGT’shiew-! eh’iiashh’oo-! kenshhh’iew-! heh’gshh’deh-! hNG’deh-! d’eshh’oo-!”

“B- bless you…”

“What was that, Chuuuya~?”

“Bastard.”

“Ouch! Words sting you know. eh’kishhew-!”

“Fuck off.”

“What a dirty mouth you have!”

Another glare is thrown his way, Dazai responding with a smile, the unsettling kind that he knows Chuuya hates. Sure enough, he feels a shudder run down the smaller man’s back. Unfortunately he doesn’t get to revel in this feeling as the earth starts to spin under his feet. Feeling the panic start to rise in his chest, Dazai’s feet slow as he attempts to let the feeling of water on his face keep his mind from shutting down.

“Chuuy-”

“Just shut up. We’re almo- hey!”

Legs giving out from under him, Dazai lets out a mild gasp, the force sending both men to the ground. Chuuya manages to recover fast, turning the fall into a roll, but Dazai doesn’t fare as well, pain shooting through his leg as the wound meets the concrete. His eyes snap shut, a wince haunting his features.

“What the fuck do you think you’re- Oh shit, Dazai… just breathe okay? We’re almost there.”

“hh’kieshh’oo-!”

“Bless you.”

Dazai wants to respond, but his voice gets lost somewhere in his throat. Everything feels a bit too far away, the fog starting to spread through his vision distorting reality. He feels the panic rise once more in his chest, eyes frantically scanning for- ‘Chuuya. Just focus on Chuuya.’

His hand reaches up, gripping Chuuya’s arm. Normally such a gesture would earn him a kick to the chest, but instead Chuuya gently picks it up, bringing it to his chest. Dazai’s eyes flutter shut again, focusing his brain on Chuuya’s heartbeat.

“eh’hePShh’iew-! tieeshh’oo-!”

“Bless you, Dazai.”

“Th- thank you…”

Dazai notices the way the heartbeat increases when he manages to get a word out. Chuuya lifts an arm, gently brushing the soaked hair from Dazai’s face, offering a silent invitation. It’s quickly accepted, Dazai letting his head fall onto Chuuya’s chest.

“Can you keep going..? Sitting in the rain isn’t gonna be helping your-”

“hNNshh’iew-! hep’pishhew-!”

“That.”

“I don’t know, Chuuya might have to carry me~.”

“Bastard. Get up.”

Chuuya rolls his eyes again with a huff, but Dazai doesn’t miss the relief in his voice. Using gravity manipulation Chuuya’s able to quickly jump to his feet, Dazai slowly following suit with a similar motion. He wavers for a second, Chuuya’s arm finding its way back around him as they cross the final stretch to the car.

“hh’nGT-! dNTX’chh-!”

“Knock it off.”

“heH’iieeshh’oo-! yishheww-!”

“Better.”

As soon as he climbs out of the rain, Dazai feels a wave of relief wash over him, the pounding in his head slowing to a dull thud. Chuuya climbs into the driver's seat, growling something about ‘getting my car soaked’ as Dazai lets the cool window relieve some of the heat from his cheeks.

“You gotta write up the report on this for Mori, I’m not doing it just because I saved your pathetic ass.”

“Aw Chuuya~ how sweet of you to offer to do it for me!”

“Wh- I literally just sai-”

Dazai lets his eyes flutter shut once more as Chuuya’s yelling fades into the background. You wouldn’t think it’s an easy sound to fall asleep to, but for Dazai? There’s almost nothing more soothing than the reminder that Chuuya’s there.

Because no matter what, if Chuuya’s there, he’s safe.

#waterfallasks #waterfallwrites #thank you for the request!!! im having so much fun #and also just gotta say- always love getting requests for my beloveds #i do love trying characters i havent written before too!!!#but i always have fun writing characters/ships i love #so knowing people WANT to read the nonsense i write for them feels great~~#b/sd #snz #snzkink #s/oukoku #d/azai #c/huuya

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i feel like i need to adopt a second-hand knt fave now, can you make a recommendation. what are the Vibes. who can i welcome into my arms as my blorbo-in-law.

i'm not gonna tell you who your fave should be but here are the vibes and you can decide. too lazy to add images but I will reblog one in a second

Ted: -Is a vampire (swag) -Has the same name as one of your blorbos i think? -not CANONICALLY aro but I absolutely cannot imagine him being anything else

Chris: -Catboy (not physically but spiritually) -Has no filter -Kind of an asshole but in a way that makes me want to write a billion fanfictions (i'm probably just gonna stick to 1 though) -Bad at video games

Aiden: -Littlest guy of all time -Judging you -Most of the inexplicable paranormal bullshit happens to Aiden in particular (for some reason)

Nick: -Implied to be a werewolf (even more swag) -Nicest guy on the planet tbh -Just wants to chill out but nobody lets him

Betty: -Girlboss -Chris's arch nemesis because she likes dogs and he likes cats and they are literally, no exaggeration, at war with each other over this

#asks #💀

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modernsuperhero · 4 years

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Nick: What would the chef recommend?

Cashier: Sir, this is a McDonald’s.

Betty: Please excuse my friend, he doesn’t have proper etiquette.

Betty: What would the McChef recommend?

#knt #kid n teenagers #comic #webcomic #cartoon #z toon #z-toon #z doodler #z-doodler #incorrect quotes #knt nick #knt betty #food tw #ya done queued up is what you did #we know so little abt their dynamic but i imagine this is it

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loveijun · 3 years

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Can we hear your thoughts on KnT Soulmate? English chapter 7 just got released yesterday.

omg hii 🧞‍♀️ ill probably talk a lot more about it later when i read the new chapter but these are some of my thoughts 💗 1 im so glad kurumi gets her own story because after the whole situation with her and sawako in high school, they had such a weird but delicate balance of friendship and i became curious abt what would happen with kurumi later on but the story moves past it and we have to forget about her sadly... 2 i just think the soulmate chapters are amazing and beautiful and I HAVE TO MENTION that it basically confirmed for me that ms karuho shiina did in fact do the questioning of sexuality type of undertone throughout the manga on purpose.. it didnt start off with the typical kurumi and eiji falling in love but with kurumi and sawako being together + kurumi in this umm head space where she's thinking of sawako from so many different perspectives (romantically 💖‼️, as a rival and a peer to learn from, a monumental figure in her life since sawako basically helped her grow as a person and guided her unknowingly to a much healthier mindset, and a close friend she actually felt comfortable with for the first time since elementary school) and coming to the conclusion they are soulmates regardless of anything else. it's also obviously kurumi's personal redemption story but not as some evil villain becoming good... she was never really evil but just a very misguided teenager who at the time made decisions with consequences. this is her chance to... almost like what happened to ayane when she finally let herself go (not a 1-time complete healing but the beginning of it: she took a step out her shell and stopped devaluing herself for deserving love) and redeemed herself in her own mind - is what im waiting for in this series for kurumi. she's confident and loves herself somewhat but is constantly quesitoning her motives, thinking she didnt deserve to be forgiven, and is full of doubt so she clashes constantly in her mind and ends up numbing her sense of urgency, gentleness, and care when dealing with herself. i really want her to cherish herself as fast as possible but she cant just overcome it on her own (omg that theme keeps coming back - you can't grow [to love yourself] in solitude) and it's lacking for her to just suddenly become better when a guy shows up and at the same time rush a discovery process like that so i really love the bit with sawako in the beginning. alsoo i cannot forget im so happy and proud that sawako matured from her intial earnest but unsettling awkwardness to a hmm not mellowed but a more transparent ease with communication and presenting herself while still retaining her honest character. i love love loveee the fact that shes also a lot more secure with kazehaya and when i saw them joking around with each other i had to pause for a moment bc in the beginning shes such a precious and selfless person and that's great and all but she didn't believe in herself at all.. like when the high school class pulled the dating prank on her the way she handled it is hard to watch and very telling of how she sees herself.. she underestimates gestures of love towards her as mere kindness and at the same time overestimates the effort she needs to put in to repay it while also setting a thick boundary and voluntarily putting herself on a level lower than others. but the way that she's now able to understand favors that ought to be repaid, the difference between that and a gift - defined a thing given willingly to someone without payment, helping others without hurting yourslef, being a healthy amount of selfish and etc ❤️ i cant get enough. she even set up a blind date for kurumi can you imagine how far we've come??? now for when eiji appears i was just observing in the beginnig but i love his personality so much it feels like he was gonna be a classic romance mc just rude and insufferable or a stuffy/overbearing kind of nice but his moments of vulnerability and unpredicatability are GENIUS bc kurumi has never met someone like this before (she gets so flustered and is so cute when shes around him sometimes

i feel like crying aww). oimg and i cant forget how interesting this is just becasue its a college setting and not highschool so its more (i hate reusing words 💢 but mature is the word and theres more oppurtunity for things and various situations i think. 'real' dates and staying over at each other's place... and i want to see them in those^ types of situations so badly but i dont think we'll see much 💔). also their dynamic is everything i love how unique their character is and shes (the author) definitely put a lot of effort into every single one of her characters but i did not expect her to give eiji that much depth (i know hes from one of her other works and i need to read it soon and i want to know what happened before he met her so bad 😭.....) ^like at all. i dont have much more to say but i hope kazehaya shows up and meets them all again bc im want their reactions, and i think kurumi is so adorable and eiji is the hottest guy of the series excluding sanada. the end 💗

#asks #anon!#thank you for asking i didnt think anybody would ever ask this stuff of me lmao 🥰#ignore the emojis i physcially cant write all that w just words #kimi ni todoke #newspaper #this series made me want a boyfriend so bad i dont think anyone will understand #obviously if u havent read knt theres some spoilers here but i dont think they're too major #long post

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ilajue · 3 years

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i think habing an eyepatch would be cool i want to be a purate good eth ing im not a cyclopse because then it would make me blind lol krinios can never be a pirate they just started using hethey pronouns thats oretty cool i know peolem put theor pronouns in theur location on twt but my location has heen eeby deeby so long that ove gotten attached and i dont want to change it plus id knt want peopke to refer to me and also i pick fights with elons wierd nerda on twt enough that ut woukd be easy qmmo for them i dont thibk not having labled pronouns makes me a bad person its just not somthibg i want because im kinda figuring out gender rn yk i feel pressured to di ut because i want to nake trans peopke feel safe but also it doesnt seem like that big of a deal but akso i dobt want peolle to send ne hate because even tho it doenst rky bother me ut is uncomfy to delete death threats from your dms whixg is what i did today but mf also xalled me slurs publically so hes been blicked and reported. peolle rly go so far to defend their investments on twt the crypro community is fucking insane imagine getting so pissed off that some kid is making fun of your waifu muskrat and your favorite cryptocurrency "cummies" that you harrass them for an hour wuth death threats lol no life anywyas one experience i will never forget is one time in 6th grade it was 3am and a car drove past my house playibg loud mucic but it wasnt party kusoc or anything it was eliza hamilton singing burn wtf why where thy ey pumping that i remember being excited at the time becaud ei really liked hamilton but looking bqck that dhitd confusing i like hamolton i thinkbthat thr music is good but lin manuel mirands voice irritates me and also some parts of that play where pretty racist plus the setting of the play was also not gold for poc extras i think i saw a testemony from an extra about it i was gonna read but it was long ajd i got distracted. becaus of that i try not to listen to the musoc on spotify but also at the end of the day im onky one perskn and a spotify stream is like a quarter of a cent and also even if i was listening on youtube im still givong profut to yoytube and whatever fucked up company thats advertizing their child labor made products to me bro if we had no child labor laws today thry would absoltuley never be put in place. i want a motorcycle because i think i would look cool but also i dont want to get hit by a car yk why do peopke want to pee when they gear rubnibg water whats the wvolutionary benfit to that like did monkes see water abd be like yah i want to contaminate thzt so bad. also why isnt there a shit version of that how come we dont have a sound that induces shit like the brown note i liked that epidode of south park it was the first episode i saw and it was funny but i saw it with my dad and he taljied about the revolutionary animation of southpark and how it was super techbologicakky advaced fot thr time and i didnt pay attention vecaue i didnt care but south park is cool i dont trust peolle who say its their favorite show tho vecause thry are probobly very bad at picking up on the sarvasm of it yk the song in southpark movir got nominated for the song version of the oscars and the three dude crators got incredibly high as showed up in dresses they walked so thst harry styles could run the song was avout hating canada it sgould have won also the guy in the pibk dress looks good he kinda popped off look up the pictures anyways damn bro its betime i dont thy ink anyone read this :]

#hmm thought dump #how braingo #long post

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moonlbabe · 9 months

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Look at them doing the finger celebration together SO CUTE

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guideaus · 9 months

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they worded this weird i think. i thought she meant put an end to the person spreading rumors 😭

#personal #knt lb #imagine

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This is so totally random and kinda silly but for whatever reason nessa seems like the type to knt like imagine her knitting grayson a blanket or something with their college logo on it for christmas or even a birthday present 🥺

It was the first Christmas season they were together: they hadn’t been an official couple for a full three months. The holiday season represented a much-needed break for both Nessa and Gray, as they pushed their hardest to swim through finals season. The last leg of the semester was particularly hard for Vanessa, as it was her first finals season of her college career. Her academic stress was coupled with the choice of whether to invite Grayson to her family’s Christmas celebration. She didn’t voice any of her inner turmoil out loud, afraid of offending Grayson or accidentally causing their relationship to move too fast. Her main fear was meeting his mother and interesting Grayson to her father: both seemed like big steps to take on such a sweet holiday. In the end, Gray and Nessa mutually decided that the best decision was to celebrate their own Christmas in early January: after they came back from break but before classes started.

The decision relaxed Ness enough to confidently handle her exams and cherish the last few days she had with Grayson before winter break. Truthfully, it was in those few days that they slept together for the first time. It was a magical period for both: no stresses, just each other, all day, every day. When they weren’t cuddled up near each other’s bodies, Grayson’s sweatshirts slowly found their way into Vanessa’s overnight bag. They came together to form a serene tranquility.

Ness was sad to leave Grayson for winter break, even though she knew it was what was best. She leaned her head against the window of her dad’s truck. She used a resigned tone to tell her father about her classes and reported on how her exams went. She picked up her head from the window to tell him about Grayson, “Dad, I promise- I really promise, you’d love him if you met him.”

She spent the holidays with her father, four older brothers, and their grandmother who Nessie affectionally called “Nana”. During the night, she was FaceTime Grayson and listen to his stories of Jersey shenanigans. During the day, she was playing referee for her brothers’ games of pick-up ice hockey but quickly grew tired of being tossed around and yelled at. She was laying on the couch, like a blob of a person, fiddling with her phone when her Nana walked in carrying a wicker basket with half a dozen balls of yarn.

“Hey Nan,” Ness looked up from her phone as her grandmother settled into an armchair.

“Nene,” her grandmother greeted her lovingly. The old woman slowly moved a wrinkled hand and tapped the armrest of the chair. “Why don’t you sit with me? Knit with me?” her voice creaked like the hinges of an old door, “It’s been so long since we talked, since you left for school.”

Vanessa’s heart swelled as she left the sofa to sit on the floor Infront of her Nan, “I miss talking to you too Nana.”

The old woman’s wrinkles folded apart to form a smile that wore the same curves as Vanessa’s. “Your father told me you’re seeing a young man, tell me- is he nice to you?”

Vanessa chuckled softly and nodded, “Yes Nan. Yes, he’s very nice to me.”

“Well that’s good,” her grandmother reached into the wicker bin to pull out two knitting needles and a ball of yarn, “You know, when I was your age, I made your grandfather a scarf for his birthday once. He wore it every winter, that was- until- your father spat up on it as a baby but that’s just par for the course I guess.”

Vanessa chuckled and rested her arms on the seat of the armchair, holding her head in her hand, “Tell me more about Pop-Pop.”

While her Nan shared her own love story, she planted the seed in Vanessa’s mind to make something for Grayson, something personal and special. Her Nan was more than happy to teach her how to pearl stich a blanket, taking the opportunity to chat with her granddaughter as the only two women in the house. Vanessa must have spent at least three hours a day working on that blanket to have it ready to give to Grayson by the time she went back to campus.

Nessa knocked on Grayson’s apartment door with a mitten-ed hand, while the other mitten tightly clasped the giftbag. Grayson had barely opened the door when she launched forward, hooking her arms around his neck and swinging her feet above the floor to kiss him. He kissed back sweetly and wrapped his arms around her back, picking her up so she wouldn’t fall. He smiled against her lips, “Hey there,” he scrunched his nose. Nessa’s feet blithely landed on the floor, “I missed you.” She set the giftbag down on his coffee table and started stripping herself of her mittens and pulling her sweatshirt overhead. She had just lifted it off her head when Grayson swooped in, grabbing her by the waist and kissing the side of her face, “I missed you, too.”

Vanessa squealed a happy sound and looked down to find a medium box wrapped in red foil paper with a golden bow on the floor, “Is that my present?” She looked at him with excited eyes that made Grayson blush while he nodded.

“Do you want to open it now?” He offered, picking it up off the floor.

Vanessa shook her head. She picked up the gift bag with Grayson’s blanket inside and held it out in front of her, “You go first!”

Grayson laughed and took the bag from her, “Ness, you didn’t have to.” He dropped to the couch, where Vanessa took a cozy seat beside him and intently watched his facial expression.

Grayson pulled it out of the gift bag and felt his bottom lip swell while he felt the soft yarn in his hands, “Ness,” his voice quivered, “Did you- did you make this?”

She bit her lip and nodded anxiously, “Yeah- I did. Do you think it?”

Grayson nodded and smiled from ear to ear. The only other people who gave him handmade gifts were his mother and his great grandmother. He took this blanket as a sign that Ness belonged on the same pedestal as the other most important women in his life. “I love it,” he stretched it out in front of him, holding the corners taught to inspect the patterns, “I like the colors. The tie-dye is really cool.”

Nessa’s mouth hung open for a minute, wondering if she should nod and lie about her intentions or tell him the truth, “Uh- well- it’s supposed to be,” she held out a hand awkwardly, pointing to different patches of color, “it’s the logo-see—here’s the,” she swooped a finger down, “actually- never mind,” she brought her hand into her hair, “I’m glad you like it,” she kissed his cheek and leaned her head against his shoulder when he brought an arm around her.

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isaksbestpillow · 4 years

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(@ctl-yuejie here) sorry to hear about your flight!!! my brother is living in finnland atm and it still seems okay, but i hope your family is okay! sending hugs to the other end of the world. also for the questions: 8, 14, 42 & 46 please! (i am greedy)

thank you!! and terveisiä to your brother haha. finnair just cut their flight capacity by 90%, and the situation seems to be escalating in finland now. they’re closing schools and borders. my brother has asthma and my mum is a nurse so i’m a bit worried but family is okay! hope all is well where you are! mostly i’m just tired because while europe is only now joining the club we’ve had the virus here since early february and i’m frankly sick of it already no pun intended skjskdjsdk.

8: What would you say is your best quality?i don’t know! i’m so bad at looking at myself objectively. maybe that i’m fairly adaptable.

14: What is your least favorite word?emätin, nänni, utare, emakko, uros, suoli, huulet, nöyhtä, juotikas, löysä, röyhtäisy, röyhkeä, korva or vatsa, eww!!! a lot of these are body parts, why do we have such disgusting names for our bodies haha.

42: Favorite type of movie(dysfunctional) family

46: Do you think people say I love you too much?i am from finland with rural finnish parents and live in japan with a japanese person so i have not experienced this haha. maybe it would be nice to have some of that american i love you culture in finland. i cannot imagine saying i love you to my parents ever. i don’t think people say i love you too much, but it’s also not something i absolutely must have in all my close relationships to feel fulfilled. finland and japan both have this belief that if you use words too much, it means you’re compensating for something, so when i was subbing knt, some people’s reactions to some bits did surprise me a bit.

#heukheuk

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dreaamerwrites · 1 year

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TO DO LIST! 😘

organizing the asks + comments i received! will continue to update this list as i receive more hehe + will try to mark the ones i plan on working on next!!

note #1: this list is in order of when i received asks, nothing special here! note #2: if you don't specify drabble/reaction/etc, then i will just decide for myself~~~ hehe note #3: i will work on these out of order! whatever i'm inspired for most = will be worked on first!! i don't have tons of time to write, so please forgive me for not being able to get to every request super fast 💖💖💖

ty for requesting!!

son heungmin

hurt/injury comfort time for our captain sonny please he deserves all the cuddles and love after his injury

Heung-min son and y/n being in a relationship but with an age gap? Like y/n is younger than him and still studying at the university?

sonny comforting his gf after her final exams pls

some jealous sonny content

would you write one for Sonny where the reader is a famous actress and they are always supporting each other?

for Sonny, one where the reader is Brazilian and she goes to watch the match in Qatar

can you do a sonny one where he's really needy/clingy and super PDA with y/n after winning a match and his teammates are making fun of him for how much y/n and sonny love each other <3

son heungmin with a famous korean volleyball s.o/reader where maybe she's older than him

an imagine of Son Heung-min being in a secret relationship with you and you’ve been together for a long time?

can you write one for Sonny? Maybe where his girlfriend is a famous singer/actress and his teammates want to meet her/make “jokes” about her?

cho guesung

our fav no.9 can we get some extra toothrotting fluff bath time please don't need anything smutty just extra extra fluffy -- WORKING ON AS OF 12/12/22

cho gue sung imagine or a oneshot where the reader is a famous idol but they are very sweet to each other and are like any normal couple

one about cho guesung. Where him and reader has like a 6 month old baby, and they visit one of his games in Qatar

can you write an imagine of guesung after the brazil game? like the reader comforts him

one where Yn is on vacation in Qatar and she runs into Guesung in a cafe or restaurant and they somehow click immediately, having that flirty but comfortable atmosphere between them? And maybe you can make Yn not know (at first) that he’s actually a famous footballer or something like that

a really fluff centered imagine , where y/n and Cho Gue Sung have kids together (might combine with the other one about dad!guesung!!)

imagine with cho gue sung where you are a fan watching a match of him and he keeps looking at you, and then gives you his number

(if you write smut) something where gu-sung was so happy and excited he won a match and wanted to celebrate w/u so he took you somewhere where he was alone w/u and let out his excitement to you 😫

an imagine of Cho Gue Sung where he is playing video games with you and you make bets on who is in charge of house work for the next day! or maybe Cho Gue Sung and a teammate go on a variety show and Cho becomes flirty with you but when his teammate does it he gets competitive!

another Cho Gue Sung fic, maybe something fluffy about how him & yn meet after he returns from WC and she doesn’t recognize him? A meetcute type of thing

write something about Cho gue sung about maybe having a fling with him being like fwb, but then when he saw her with another player of the KNT with her, he lost it. And then both him and her just accepting their own feelings. Maybe where the fml already likes him, but he was afraid of putting labels

one shot with cho gue sung, where you get introduced by heung min son, and you slowly start to fall for each other then start dating

an imagine with gue sung where he comforts his gf when she’s having a rough time or a bad day? i just KNOW this man gives the best cuddles

imagine w Cho Gue Sung were S/O is a kpop idol and they have this secret relationship because of their fans? So dispatch or something like this finds out and make a post reveling everything and the couple has to manage the situation together...

Could you please write overprotective Cho gue sung

could u write something angst to fluff w/ gyusung? like they get into an argument over something and then they ignore each other. later she sees him talking to another girl and she gets sad or something lol idk but something fluffy after that?

lee kangin

lee kangin being clingy with his s/o! like he's just so attached to him and can never get enough of them <3

paik seungho

something about Paik Seungho (the guy who made the goal against Brazil) idk like a post match thing with fluff and smut? Something about him being the striker of the match so y/n shows him how proud she is...

updated 12/17/22

#dreamer's to do list!#cho gue sung imagines #son heung min imagines #hehehe #so excited ty for all the requests!!

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