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cyaregulusdnf · 1 year

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Baekhyun - stars

cw // major character death , blood

an: fitting cam, very fitting, it has the vibes of star series (the credits for the translation I'm working from go to @/mamoribaek on twt !!), also, i made myself cry with this one, I'm sorry

Hyungu loved Yonghoon. they were soulmates, made to love each other. but no matter what lifetime they met in, they never got to love each other.

every time Hyungu found Yonghoon, something was wrong in their lifetime. for multiple lifetimes, Yonghoon was already married, or engaged, and it broke Hyungu every time. he went through hundreds of lifetimes, always trying to find Yonghoon before he went off with someone else, but Hyungu was always too late.

But then they find each other, both single, and Hyungu is delighted, knowing he can finally be with his soulmate. sure, they're living with 3 other boys trying to make a living as a band, but their members don't care, Harin and Dongmyeong dating themselves and Giuk happily supportive of his brothers. It's their company that are the issue, threatening to terminate their contracts when they find out Hyungu and Yonghoon are dating. So they pretend to break up, acting like friends in public, keeping their true relationship behind closed doors, in the safety of their dorm and studio. They help Harin and Dongmyeong keep their relationship hidden, not wanting to see their dongsaengs get torn apart like they did. They write songs for each other, promising to find each other again, in every lifetime, no matter what it takes.

When Hyungu finds Yonghoon sat under the Sakura tree they had planted together many lifetimes ago, coincidentally in a park just across from the complex they live in, fairy lights strung through the trees, he plops down beside him, resting his head on Yonghoon's shoulder as he slides their hands together, their fingers intertwined. he knows their time together is limited, knowing there's no guarantee he'll find Yonghoon in time in their next life. Knows Yonghoon's time is limited, it always has been. He's never gotten to see Yonghoon live into old age, knowing it's because they've never been together how they should truly be.

He had hoped this time it would be different considering they were dating behind closed doors, but he's seen the signs, the blood hidden in the tissues, the constant tiredness, the frailness.

he just hopes they'll find each other again, and get to both live into old age together. but until that day, they spend every moment they can together, holding each other close under the stars. When Yonghoon doesn't make it through the night, passing in Hyungu's arms, the boys help Hyungu through his mourning, his grief, then care for him as he too grows sick, looking after him as he recalls his past lifetimes, as he passes into the next, waiting to find Yonghoon again.

Waiting to see Yonghoon's irreplaceable smile under the stars once more.

#drabble #onewe fic

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hyubcore · 1 year

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part two .

we’ll be forgiven together we wait for space together we wait for silence

There was something hauntingly comforting about the whole situation.

There was a distant fire blazing, lighting up the small space surrounding it. He felt tempted to go towards it. Towards light—just like the Walkers.

They loved light. You would think they would be more accustomed to the nighttime the way bats and racoons are. More leeway to attack, no one to spy on you and see your every move in broad daylight. People are more vulnerable. But no, they loved light.

They loved the light the way Yonghoon loved the haunting comfort. Being alone was the last thing anyone would want given the state of the universe at the time, but for Yonghoon—finally, he was alone.

He had become a nomad once things began to settle in. Most people panicked when the beginning of the end had crept upon mankind. People were terrified to lose their lives. Those lives they complained about every day—suddenly, they wanted it back. The seven o’clock alarms and rush hour traffic. But he could escape.

He ignored the fire and kept on.

The sound of Yonghoon’s car became music to his ears as the rumbling of the engine blocked out the sounds of the Walkers moans and groans. He had learned every single word of every single song on the CDs his parents had left behind. In particular, the Theatre of Pain CD by Motley Crue had become almost entirely worn out. But he figured, if a Walker decided to make themselves at home in his vehicle, break the thing in half and end their misery.

There’s no character to the sky above him. It’s a faded blue-grey—no clouds, no sun, no birds. It reflected the way things had become—dead.

He put in a Green Day CD as he drove down the dirt road. He played the music softly so Walkers wouldn’t hear. He focuses on the music, trying to keep his eyes off the few Walkers that were littered around the area. A large, open field stretched across his left side, and on the right, stands what he had assumed to be an abandoned neighborhood.

As he started to turn onto the main stretch of the road, he heard screams. Not just those guttural hisses and moans from the Walkers, but a live, a young scream. There was a human nearby.

He parked his car on the road, taking a stronghold of his knife. He prepared himself to kill anything that posed a threat, even the source of the screams. If there was one thing Yonghoon was beginning to learn since the start of it all, it was to never trust anyone.

The screams were coming from just ahead of him on the side of the road. A puddle of blood had surrounded the body that continued to let out sounds of agony and misery. Yonghoon approached slowly, steadily, keeping his focus on the knife in his hand. As he got closer to the source, it was a short-stacked, obviously younger boy. His leg was wrapped in a thick amount of cloth, which was stained red.

“H-Help—”

“I’m gonna help you. ‘Kay?” Yonghoon inched closer, keeping his distance in case the boy decided to pounce. He noticed the boy tense up at the sight of the knife in Yonghoon’s grip. Yonghoon dropped it on the pavement. “What happened?”

The boy inhaled a deep breath before speaking. “I got shot. Some assholes just drove by and got me, they must’ve thought I was a Rotter or something.”

Yonghoon kneeled, taking a closer look at the wound. It smelled.

“Okay. Can you stand?” Yonghoon asked as he grabbed his knife and put it back in its sleeve. The boy winced as he pushed himself off the ground. Yonghoon wrapped the boy’s arm around his own shoulders as they slowly walked back towards the car. The music was still flooding from the cracks of the windows. Yonghoon felt embarrassed for a fleeting moment, listening to Boulevard of Broken Dreams.

The boy heaved in heavy, slow breaths, and Yonghoon could tell he was trying not to let out any loud noises.

“What’s your name, kid?” Yonghoon asked, trying to spark up some conversation. He realized though that this boy was probably in no mood to be talking when he had a gaping hole in his leg.

“It’s Giwook,” he replied.

“Cool.”

More silence.

“There’s houses over there,” the boy explained as he pointed to his right. “I was going over there then I got shot. I think I saw some light coming from over there.”

Yonghoon made a turn to the right, through a small tunnel of trees looming overhead. The sun tried its best to peek through the branches and shine on them. It was beginning to grow into nighttime, and still, the dead sky wouldn’t drop its guard to give what was left of mankind a nice sunset to look at. Nonetheless, despite the few Walkers that lingered around, the sight was rather beautiful. Again, a calming, haunting comfort.

Driving became more difficult as they entered the neighborhood. Bodies littered the street, along with debris of all sorts. Yonghoon would have been shocked if there were anyone in any of the houses.

“You stay here. I’m gonna find some gauze or something,” Yonghoon said in a low, husky voice. “If any of the Dead Ones pose any sort of threat, just scream. And here—“ Yonghoon took that Motley Crue CD out of the middle compartment and snapped it in two. “You can stab them with this.”

Then he was off. He made sure to lock the doors behind him. He didn’t know Giwook, except for that he was a tough boy for trying to live through a bullet to the thigh, but either way, he wanted to protect him.

Yonghoon checked the houses. He skipped the ones that looked like they had been inhabited by Walkers, or the ones that were burned to the ground, which was most of them. Most of them had already been ransacked.

One smaller house that looked more worn down and barren stood towards the end of the road. It was boarded up. No windows to peek through.

It was obvious someone was in there.

Yonghoon wasn’t sure, though, but tried anyway.

He knocked a few times, waited, to no avail.

He let out a shallow sigh before taking another good look around the house. The area around it was clean. There weren’t any bodies or trash lying around. Yonghoon tried once more, this time, knocking quickly three times, then slowly three more times, then quickly three times. He heard the floor creak inside.

He grabbed a hold of his knife. The person behind the door was just as prepared as Yonghoon was—he pointed a large rifle right at Yonghoon’s face.

Yonghoon put his hands up, keeping the knife in his hands. The guy behind the gun nodded towards the blade, gesturing for Yonghoon to drop it. This surely wasn’t his first rodeo, having to stare down the barrel of a gun. It was how people made conversation with one another nowadays.

“I’m good, I’m good,” Yonghoon repeated with a soft voice. “I just need a little help.”

The guy scanned Yonghoon up and down. Despite the giant gun in his grip, he didn’t look that intimidating. He was shorter than Yonghoon. He had a stout build. He sported a plain, blue t-shirt and some tattered jeans. He gave Yonghoon a glare, one that told him to explain.

“I...I need some bandages. Or something. Alcohol, antibiotics...my friend is shot.”

They both paused, staring each other down. The guy with the gun whistled as he cocked his head back. Upon his cue arrived a much taller guy, however, lanky and nimble. He immediately reached for his pistol at his waistband.

“Where?” asked the short one with a monotone voice.

“He’s in my car.”

The other two in the house exchanged looks. “You got a car?”

“Yeah. I’ve got about three-quarters of a tank left.”

They both lowered their guns. “Take us to the car.”

And so Yonghoon did. They walked back down the road, taking out the occasional Walker. The shorter guy kept his aim on Yonghoon the whole time, though, pressing the tip of the gun between Yonghoon’s shoulder blades. The other guy took bigger strides—either because he had such long legs, or he was eager to see what Giwook and Yonghoon’s Honda had in store. Yonghoon noticed, and looked behind him at the short one.

“We lost our friend,” he said quietly. He had a haunting grit to his voice. “You know your friend’s name?”

Yonghoon swallowed hard. “Giwook.”

The two exchanged glances again. “Not ours.”

Once they made it to the vehicle, Yonghoon pointed towards the passenger’s side. He unlocked the doors and the short guy now aimed his gun at Giwook. It only took one look at the boy to know he wouldn’t be any sort of threat.

Tall boy looked up. “They’re good.”

As their guns were lowered, they all gathered around Giwook as he hunched over in pain. He was sweating bullets—his shirt clung to his skin, his hair was oily and damp.

“How the hell are you still alive?” asked Tall boy. Giwook gave him an annoyed expression.

“Just give us some damn help, okay?”

Giwook leaned his head back as he closed his eyes. Yonghoon put a hand on his shoulder, which made the boy squirm.

“He’s not infected, is he?”

Yonghoon let out a sigh. “No. He just got shot. We just need some stuff to hold him over.”

“Take us to Gwangju, and we’ll take care of your friend.”

And so they left Yonghoon there. He had a sour feeling in his stomach, thinking about having to deal with Giwook all the way to Gwangju. Hell, he didn’t even know where he was.

Yonghoon went into the back of the car and grabbed a half-empty water bottle from under the seat. He opened it for Giwook, then instructed the boy to drink. He could barely open his mouth, and the water dribbled all over his shirt. The stench of the boy was unsettling—the combination of his rotting leg and the sweat coating his skin made Yonghoon feel queasy.

After what had felt like a decade, the two finally returned. Only this time, on a motorcycle, and with a box.

Without any hesitation, Short Guy threw the box into the backseat, then took out a roll of paper towel. He handed it to Yonghoon, who was still kneeling next to Giwook.

“Wrap that around his leg. Keeping that bandage on is gonna infect it,” he said. Giwook started to unravel what cloth he had on the wound, the sound of scabbed skin ripping with the cloth making everyone cringe. Yonghoon prepped the paper towel as Tall Guy kneeled next to him.

“I’m Hyungu,” he said, looking at Giwook, then at Yonghoon. His gaze lingered on Yonghoon a bit longer—maybe, because he didn’t want to look at the gory sight of Giwook’s injury—but Yonghoon didn’t mind it. The boy had beach-blonde hair and glasses. Yonghoon was shocked they weren’t broken or anything yet. In fact, he looked rather clean compared to his accomplice.

“Nice to meet you, Hyungu,” Yonghoon replied as he helped Giwook. He held up the old makeshift bandage, throwing it behind them as he made a disgusted face. Hyungu looked closer at the wound.

“Is there an exit wound?” Hyungu asked as he watched Yonghoon wrap the towel around Giwook’s leg. Over in the distance, Short Guy was fueling up his bike. From afar, he looked more intimidating. He had a sheer buzz cut for hair, and sported a few tattoos, at least in the spots that were visible.

“Don’t know. It just hurts.” Giwook seethed through his teeth as the fresh cloth touched his skin. Yonghoon winced, as if he could sense the pain Giwook was in, coursing through his own veins. The sight of the wound alone made his stomach turn.

Before Yonghoon could wrap the towel around, Hyungu grabbed his hand, stopping him. Their eyes met and Yonghoon’s face washed over with confusion. Hyungu looked over towards his partner, whistling to grab his attention.

“Harin,” he shouted. “Throw me your canteen.”

Without hesitation, Short Guy—presumably Harin—tossed over a small container, Hyungu catching it in his hands without any sort of struggle. Hyungu grabbed some of the paper towel, pouring a little water on the cloth then wiping it over Giwook’s leg. The younger boy let out a painful noise of misery. Hyungu let out a shallow chuckle.

“Sorry,” he said as Yonghoon grabbed the boy’s forearm. They finished patching up Giwook.

“What exactly is in Gwangju?” asked Yonghoon. He stood from his kneeling position, which sent a sore pain through his knees and ankles. He walked around to the other side of the car and leaned against the door.

“Some refugee camp. We were headed there, then got separated from one of our own. We think he’s probably headed there.”

Yonghoon looked inside the car at Giwook, who had his eyes closed as he held his thigh.

“They could help your friend,” Harin added. “And besides. We’re running out of resources here.”

Harin started his bike as he secured the small bag on the back of his bike, tightening the straps around the seat.

“Do you know how far it is?” Yonghoon asked. Hyungu went back to the car, grabbing something from the box from earlier. He pulled out a tattered map. At first, seemingly useful, until Yonghoon joined Hyungu in examining the paper which had its words faded beyond recognition. The roads printed in the ink looked just like streaks of yellow sun rays on the paper. Hyungu held the paper close to his eyes, examining further.

“We just need to head south. About 100 miles.” Hyungu folded up the map, putting it into the pocket of the flannel he wore. “It shouldn’t take more than a day or two.”

And so they prepared for their trek. Yonghoon hoped and prayed for the mileage on his car to do him some justice, for he really had no idea if what was left would get them to their destination. Either way, he was determined to get Giwook some real help.

Hyungu drove with Yonghoon and Giwook, Harin led them on his motorcycle. Despite the peaceful feeling that surrounded the group, Yonghoon clenched the wheel so hard the entire time. His fingers began to cramp up. His knuckles went white.

He didn’t relax until they reached the highway—littered with cars and bodies.

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monkiinart · 7 months

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onewing nation rise up

#bomb rush cyberfunk #brc solace #brc felix #onewing #i think theyre just really sweet : )#theyre both oddly reserved in different ways. its fun #still brained by the fic that theyre meeting first time on a rooftop... swag #i cant imagine felix without those tunnel earring anymore its wormed into the brain

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andysorbit · 11 months

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Daddy (M)

Jinki x fem!reader

warning: breeding kink, daddy kink, slight dirty talk, creampie

don't drag the title I couldn't think of a better one sorry

Jinki kisses you softly as his hands find yours. He always tells you that holding your hand is his favorite thing in the world and you believe him because even in this moment, while you ride him on the unfamiliarity of this hotel bed, he has to hold your hands.

Even as he mumbles filthy things into your ear, he needs to hold your hands in his own.

To anchor you to him and show you that even when the sex is filthy, you're still the forever love of his life.

"Fuck yourself on it, baby... oh God... I love how you feel, princess. Just love you so much," he pants.

"I love you," You sigh and kiss him again.

You can feel his cock so deep inside and you whine as he stretches you almost painfully.

He's too good. A tantalizing balance of rough and tender, of master and friend.

You wipe the sweat from his face and return your hands to his.

"Wanna fill you with my cum... wanna get you pregnant. You wanna have my babies? Huh, sweetheart? Tell me," he says and you know he's close as he struggles to maintain his breathing.

"I wanna fuckin' have all your babies. Fill me up, daddy," You moan.

Jinki turns you both over and intertwines his fingers with yours as he holds your hands above your head.

He fucks you into the mattress and you whimper as you feel the friction of his pubic bone against your clit.

"Daddy... I-"

Your orgasm hits you instantly and Jinki doesn't slow up.

"My turn, beautiful," he hums and his hips stutter as he cums; filling you up completely.

Jinki pulls out and leans back to watch his cum leak out of you.

He releases only one hand and he reaches down to catch his leaking cum. He smiles as he pushes it back into your swollen cunt.

♡

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decktech-vis · 7 months

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i am once again asking you to scroll past if you havent finished the game

last image was inspired by this https://archiveofourown.org/works/50295589

the fic itself was written by @shelbswastaken who did an amazing job!

#digital art #my art #any3chka #bomb rush cyberfunk #bomb rush cyberfunk spoilers #bomb rush cyberfunk solace #brc solace #brc felix #bomb rush cyberfunk felix #very normal about the secret room #AND THE FIC ABOUT THE SARCOPHAGUS. ABAGRJEVKDHZK #onewing #obviously

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ciitrus--artz · 7 months

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haiii i wrote felix/solace fanfiction enjoy honey garlic fans

#bomb rush cyberfunk #brc fanfic #brc fic #brc solace #brc felix #onewing #solix #felixsolace #felix x solace #honey garlic....#yes i consider honey garlic a ship name #calling all honey garlickers!!

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imaginidol · 9 months

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Taemin: “Maybe we are meant to be… right person, wrong time…”

I need a coffee, Taemin thought as he made his way to the closest convenience store from the SME building.

He had a dark hoodie draped over his head in hopes of remaining as low-profile as possible. The boy was too indulged into his phone as he entered the small store that he clumsily bumped into someone as they were making their way out.

"Oof," he gasps as he realizes that the other person he'd bumped into was also there for a coffee, but it had now spilled all over their hoodie as well.

"I'm so sorry, I--I didn't see you," Taemin starts to apologize, but upon making eye contact, he sees that the person he'd bumped into was you.

"Taemin," you smile, pulling your hoodie up, "that's alright, I wasn't paying attention, either."

Taemin reaches for the coffee counter and pulls a few napkins, patting down the spilt coffee on your sweater with little success of removing it.

"At least it was iced coffee," he mumbled nervously.

"Thank you, Taemin," you giggled, and let him walk you back to the coffee counter to prepare you another.

"Must be a slow day," he smiled as he handed you your new drink. "Are you preparing for anything?"

"A comeback EP," you smiled, "and I assume you're here getting coffee for the same reasons?"

"Yeah," he nods, placing a lid on his beverage.

The nervous boy was embarrassed about meeting you again like this, but part of him was also secretly thankful that you both had, quite literally, run into each other for the first time again in a long time.

Yes, you both worked in the same building, but your floors were at completely opposite ends of the building, and you'd made no effort to reach out to each other again until fate brought you back together. He'd occasionally see you in the lobby or walking into the elevator, but the conversations were only Hello's and Good Night's, never elevating to anything more.

"Want to walk back together?" you ask as he finishes the payment for both your coffees.

"Sure," he smiles, and you both drape your hoodies back over your heads as you began walking back to the building.

"How've... how've you been?" he asks, taking slow sips of his drink.

"I've been well," you say quietly, fidgeting with your straw.

Seeing and hearing Taemin again was, to say the least, bittersweet. Your past relationship was still very dear to you, and he still very much thought of you, even now.

You and Taemin had grown one of the purest friendships when you'd first met, and talking to him more had made you realize he was very different in all the ways you loved. His outlook on life was always so interesting to hear, and his take on music was always so unique. He was respectful, he loved helping you with music and the art of dance, and he was most definitely the kind of person you could truthfully look forward to being around, with all the spontaneity that came with his personality.

You were his complementing opposite. You listened to him and observed his perceptions on life, art, music, dance, and so much more. He grew to like that you really listened to him and added to what he had to offer. He loved the way you could hold profound conversations while at once be comfortable with his playful side. You could challenge his thoughts and offer your own unique takes on any given subject. He liked that he had someone who ultimately had a passion for art of all kinds, just like him.

If only we weren't so childish, you thought, reminiscing on the moments you and Taemin had decided to break up. There was always non-stop arguing over relationship priorities and schedules, being insecure with each other's friendships with other people, and ultimately, neither could handle the stress anymore and decided it was best to break up.

But that was years ago.

"Are we cool?"

You immediately stop in your tracks as your thoughts are interrupted by Taemin's sudden question.

"What?"

"Uhm," the boy fidgets with his straw, taking a pause to breath before he asks again, "are we... you know... okay with each other?"

"Why do you ask?"

The boy sighs, turning to face you. "It's been years since our breakup. But I still feel... tension."

"Oh," you say, looking down at your coffee. "I didn't mean to come off as awkward," you say, "but I... I would be open to start over."

"Start over?"

"Well, as new friends," you pause, meeting his eyes, "we can put our relationship in the past and leave it there, for good. I wouldn't want to be half-cool, half-awkward with you anymore."

"I wouldn't want that, either," he says, offering you a gentle smile. "I'd be okay with starting over. I like to think I'm not so... childish, anymore. Not in the way that I used to be."

You smile, and you both continue your way back to the building.

"Would you want to get coffee again?" Taemin asks as you both walk into the SME lobby.

You can feel your heartstrings tugging gently at his words, eager to say yes.

"Of course, when would you wanna go again?"

"Tomorrow?"

You smile as the boy's eyes light up, wanting to desperately wake up tomorrow to talk and formally catch up again.

But suddenly, you remembered that you already had another compromise at hand.

"I can't tomorrow, I'm busy," you sigh, "...with my fiancé."

Taemin's micro expressions are subtle, but you can tell instantly that he isn't so enthusiastic anymore.

She moved on.

Taemin nods, and with a slight bow, says he has to go.

"Maybe whenever you're free, then, let me know and we could invite him, too," he says, and after a quick good-bye, makes his way to the elevator.

You quietly walk back to your meeting room, thinking back on the what-if's of you and Taemin's what-could-have-been future.

Taemin, alone in the elevator, stares mindlessly into the wall, trying not to let his sudden emotions get the best of him.

She's moved on. Maybe I should, too.

As he walks out the elevator and makes his way back to his recording room, you sit in a chair several floors below and prepare yourself for the meeting with your team that is about to ensue.

Both of you work diligently the rest of the day, but also can't help thinking about what each other could've been if your relationship had survived the worst.

If only relationships could always work out. If only 'right person, wrong time' didn't always have to be the reason behind many could've-been-nice relationships.

If only your fiancé was more like Taemin.

If only your fiancé was Taemin.

If that was the case, could you still have been happier?

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tokkimusings · 10 months

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too many daddy dom jinki fics when what we really need is baby girl jinki getting peg- *gunshots*

but really look at the material

literally these pictures

#not that i don't appreciate those fics i really do #but is anyone else seeing my vision??#SHINee smut #onew smut #the only times he gets to be the baby girl is in onho fics #SOMETIMES jongyu and in that one ontae fic i read

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naegashutyoassup · 1 year

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As a writer and also a Shawol, I will still write about Jonghyun. Not because I’m trying to be disrespectful or anything, but it’s because I want to. I’m doing it for the community of grieving Shawols that may need it for some closure and some comfort.

Boundaries are so much better than avoiding him all together, like deciding not to make smut fanfics of him since other types of stories can be made that includes him, but overall I feel like all resources like these should be provided for anyone that needs it.

Us Blingers already have to go through a lot. Having to see our bias get excluded from all SHINee activities and (some of us) getting harassed by people over his passing is already hard as it is. A story can go a long way for someone, and could even make them feel safe through reading. By including him, you’re giving your readers a space they never thought they had. A friend of mine found a writer that includes Jonghyun and it really helped him so much that it encouraged him to publish his own stories he has made of him. This was a smut story as well and it really made him feel less weird about having these thoughts even though he already passed.

So go ahead and be unapologetic about your Jonghyun stories. If anyone tries to harass you over it, just know that you’re not making those books for them, but you’re doing it just to help a community of people that needs it as well as yourself, and that, my friend, is the most beautiful thing a writer can ever do.

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proudahgase-exol · 2 months

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SHINEE masterlist

Here you will fine everything I had made for SHINEE . :)

-If you enjoy my work like and reblog

Last updated: 03/01/24

Guide: ♤ angst - ❀ fluff - ♡ smut

𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

Jinki:

Nothing here……

Keybum:

Nothing here…..

Minho:

Boyfriend random text/social media ❀

Taemin:

Nothing here…..

Post will appear here once i make something for the members. Feel free to request ;)

#shinee x reader #jinki shinee #key shinee #onew shinee #minho shinee #taemin shinee #minho shinee x reader #shinee fics #shinee angst #shinee fluff #shinee imagines #shinee scenarios #shinee x female reader #shinee x you

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kikisfuneralservice · 2 years

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LEE JINKI BF HEADCANONS

always wanted to know what lee jinki is like as a boyfriend? your questions have been answered…

includes nsfw content‼️

*ALL CONTENT IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND NON-ASSOCIATIVE WITH ANY OF SHINEE OR SM ENTERTAINMENT- PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES!*

FLUFF:

blushes REALLY bad whenever you say cute things to him

always loves mornings with you because he gets to hold you close in his arms and likes to trace little shapes in stars onto your back and call them your own little constellations

loves buying you little gifts. you get a new little bracelet or pair of earrings every single damn day

he always INSISTS that lunch is on him, so you probably owe him a thousand dollars by now but you can’t fight him on that.

just learns how to cook for you

he’s always wanted to learn how to ballroom dance so he takes you with him and it’s annoying in the moment but when you’re alone at night under the stars outside ballroom dancing with each other on the patio it rlly is all worth it

he is always permanently stuck in the honeymoon phase no matter how far along your relationship is bc he always feels it in his stomach when u smile at him proudly across the room even if it’s just for some stupid little thing

holds you in his hands like you’re his mother’s vase that’s worth millions of dollars because he couldn’t live a day more if he ever hurt you

always takes initiative first. he just wants you to know that he can handle it and be able to protect you

might as well just slap a superman cape on him bc he’s gonna be your superman and swear on it

you buy him a superman shirt to solidify this idea and he wears it to bed every day

holds you tight at the end of the day and always is like “superman did it again!! he’s saved the day!” and tickles you bc you know he always does save the day

even on your worst days he’s there as close or far away as you want him to be from you. everything is always all your call

likes going in picnics under the willow trees because the view from the hill is always so beautiful and he wants you to experience it with him

also loves to read to you :(

is the bitch that says i love you on the top of the ferris wheel

he makes everything cheesy because he only wants you to be happy at your fullest

the both of you love to go window shopping together. ikea is usually to go-to bc jinki loves the food court and likes to go around holding ur hand and telling u that that’s where u guys are gonna live and this is the living room u guys will have

game nights

you guys have multiple board games and card games. you don’t even invite friends over- you just compete against each other

always takes the family path on the game of life

“my daughter fell out of the car… and you did too…”

rlly likes shopping for you for some odd reason he just likes making outfits for you

“this would look stunning on you y/n!!!!” the outfit: a turtleneck and cargo pants

“this would make me look like kim possible”

“yea but she's pretty! just like you!” ok jinki

doesn’t wanna buy all the extraneous outdoor xmas decorations so he takes you on a whirlwind tour though the neighborhood to look at other people’s houses and their decorations

insists to pay for everything bc he is so in love with u

will also buy things you do not need whatsoever but purely bc you cannot live without this peach smelling shampoo

on a related note, he loves resting his head on the top of your head and kissing it

loves just treating u like a prince/princess he rlly does he is your prince your knight in shining armor

SMUT:

the both of you take turns in taking control but it’s mostly you because he just loves seeing you on top of him

he’s always seen you as empowering and just the mere thought of your strength on him turns him on

does not prefer ass or tits more - he loves both equally. loves all parts of your body and will always let you know that

he kinda researches in secret bc he thinks he lacks compared to you, so he always wants to find new things to try

one time he ordered a vibrator from amazon (like any bitch does ofc) and was immediately confused when he opened it

put the batteries in and got startled when it started moving and dropped it on the floor

will need a minute, but he’ll get the hang of it. he just wants you to feel good

he tells you that but you tell him the same thing back, and of course, he doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s always excited at the idea of you up against him

also takes everything relatively slow so he can savor each moment

likes when u have a sweet drink before kissing him bc it tastes so much better on your lips

one time you mentioned that you wanted to try giving him a lap dance and he thought it was only in the movies

sat him down in a chair and let the kid go wild

he’s hesitant but once you move his hands on your body and grind against him, he gets the hang of it

tries to hide his noises bc he’s embarrassed but u let him know it’s ok

“idk but it’s embarrassing…”

and ur like fine

and u just moan and cry for him until he understands that it’s ok and that well,, it’s hot

his heart rate is 10 light years ahead of him

u buy lingerie that you think he would like bc he’s always so clipped about what he wants from u at least sex-wise, but u know that he goes bazonkers when u put on a pretty outfit for him

you go and tell him u bought a new outfit and he’s excited bc he likes ur little fashion shows, but when u come out and ur wearing a see-through flimsy piece, his face goes tomato red

u love teasing him too: “jinki… do u like my outfit? i got it just for you…”

he doesn’t know what to say or do first bc he doesn’t know if he should be looking away or looking right at you

“aren’t you cold…?”

just wanna pleasure him for all that he’s done for u

gets easily overstimulated, so he’s very nervous, and often finishes quicker than he intends to, but he can never control himself around u

you feel a little bad for the poor kid, but seeing him lose himself in your arms over and over and over…

he often reaches his bursting point, so u try to calm him down a little in the moment, but he’s blabbering all over the place and leaking everywhereeeee……. soooooo

you get a rush out of being sneaky, so you bring him to the movies and try to pull some shit

“why are we seeing this movie it came out 4 months ago? i bet no one will be there.”

thats the point, darling!

“i’m gonna get red vines!” jinki wait hold on

he gets the red vines

“why arent you paying attention to the movie?”

is flabbergasted that you’re even doing this, but screw it, you’re in the back of an empty movie theater and he gets the bj of his life

asks you to “wear that outfit again”

he’s a creature of habit, and what works for him works for him

is nervous about exploring but it’s ok as long as he has you <3

surprise!!! i wanted to make it up to you all for all your support that you’ve given me over the past few months when i was MIA, so i pulled some headcanons out of the drafts i had (which i have for each member hehe). i figured i’d pull something out before i completed my jjong os... thank you all again for your support, and if you enjoy, then feel free to like or reblog or turn on my notifs for more future content-- or follow me on my twitter!

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cyaregulusdnf · 1 year

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🐺 A Cuddle Pile for a Sick Puppy

🐺 ONEWE Ensemble

🐺 General

🐺 Written for @RbwZine on twt

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hyubcore · 1 year

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part one .

it’s that time of year leave all our hopelessnesses aside it’s just for a little while

No one thought it would happen that way.

In his mind, there remained a picture of the story—the way things should go. Growing old. Complaining about his aching bones, wondering why the milk goes bad so fast, yelling at whoever his partner would be for leaving the light switch on after leaving a room. That’s how everyone pictured it. The true story.

The air was cold that night. It shouldn’t have been. Several bodies decorated the streets, fire and smoke billowing into the atmosphere in the distance. From afar, the sight was hauntingly beautiful. He caught himself staring in awe. His face reflected against the glass window. Eyes once full of light turned dark. The stench of rotting flesh and burning fuel penetrated the walls of the house and made his head spin. The vision fogged over, the smoke from lootings and fire making everything harder to see.

“I think we need to run,” his father spoke as he packed some water bottles into a duffle bag. “It’s only a matter of time before they make it over here.”

“No. The—the fire. The light of it attracts them. We’re fine here,” his mom argued as she halted from chewing on her fingernails. They were both right. Staying—lying in wait—it was just a death sentence. But who knew what was coming next.

That was the toughest pill to swallow about the real story was that nothing was safe anymore. No one, no place, no thing. Nothing. Every step taken was a step on eggshells.

He looked back out the window.

“Stop that,” scolded his mom, quickly swiping the curtains closed and pulling her son towards her. He exchanged glances with her, then his dad. No one seemed to know what to do. Everything felt like a death sentence.

“I think we should go,” the boy spoke softly. His eyes fluttered between his parents, both who looked lost, broken, defeated. “We need more food. We can find someone who has more, maybe trade stuff with them, I don’t—”

“We’re staying. This is non-negotiable.” His mother walked away from him, back towards the couch and lied down. “I’ll keep watch down here if I have to.”

His father threw the bag down on the floor before beginning to pace around the room. All that lit up the room was the dim lamp in the corner. His father looked ominous, intimidating, in the warmly lit room. He felt afraid of them. Like they were putting him at risk. Their bickering, their constant disagreement—he was an adult. And he acted more like one than his own guardians.

His dad stormed out and back up the steps. The boy could hear him settle into bed. He waited for the sound of the floor creaking above him to cease, then walked over toward his mother. The thoughts whirling around his head—thoughts that he usually could set aside, thoughts about this being the last time he’d see her face—made his stomach churn and tears threaten to fall from his eyes. He knew in his gut that night.

“I’m gonna get some rest too, mom.” He kneeled before her, planting a tender kiss on her head. “I love you.”

It was the last time.

As soon as the noise outside seemed to quiet down, he crept downstairs, back into the darkness of the main floor. If the looting was still going on, the smoke from fires had covered all the light from entering the living room.

The kitchen, though, was as normal as ever. It was as if things never changed in there since things went awry. Photos stuck to the refrigerator by decorative magnets. Garbage bin almost overflowing. He walked to the counter, right where the key hooks remained. He grabbed the keychain that was his, always his—on it was the key to the house, front and back door, and his car key.

Outside was hauntingly quiet, but for some reason was more peaceful than inside the home. He felt free outside. In the few moments he stood out there, just looking at the landscape, the feeling of the fresh air cleansing his lungs—he thought, maybe it was a dream. He looked down at his bare arms, the skin protecting his bone and muscle, and pinched. Hard. Pinched so hard that he bled. He looked back out, the subtle noises in the distance fading into a painful ringing in his head. He wiped the streak of blood from his arm and started towards the car.

The engine started as normal, but the radio was nothing but static and white noise. The sound was deafening. He immediately switched to the CD button, where an old Fall Out Boy album began to spin and bleed through the speakers. As Patrick Stump’s voice blared throughout the vehicle, he drove away. He made sure not to look back. He just focused on the road stretched out in front of him.

He never looked back.

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