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planetkiimchi · 10 months

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okay so i spent four hours yesterday and today scouring tumblr for ANY form of life on nctblr (read: networks) and found almost nothing?? so for the sake of anyone else who wants it, here are some multi and nct networks i found (please please expand it, i didn’t want to clog anyone’s dash)

i also found some theme-makers: @seyche , @taezsthemes and they have wonderful theme recs on their blogs as well for the struggling newbie (me)

active

nctinc: an nct network for gfx, gifs and art (doesn't reblog fics, but you can join the network anyway) [visual content]

k-labels: multi kpop network, for content creators of all kinds. [active]

kflixnet: multi kpop network, for content creators as well. hosts events [active]

nctsworld: not a network but cee tracks #itsnctsworld for gifs and edits! no writing though [active]

k-vanity: multi kpop network for content creators, applications open but 20+ only. [active]

kpop content creator’s club: open network, tracks #kpopccc and if you send it to their admin they’ll reblog it too [active]

nctzenart: art based network to promote artists and expand the nctblr circle [active]

jaehyunnet: open network that tracks #jaehyunnet. [active]

haechannet: open network that tracks #haechannet. for visual content (fanmade and official) only. [active]

semi-active

czennienet: sent an ask + contacted one of the admins to check if it's active, pinned post doesn't say anything and i can't see a navi linked anywhere. i assume it's a nct writing network? seems to track #cznnet and people are still using that but their last post was in 2022 [semi-active?]

nct-writers: an nct writing network (members only) that tracks #nct-writers. applications closed. contacted the admin to check if it's active but the last post was in dec 2022, and neowritingsnet (affiliate) is officially closed, so i'm not sure if they're open. [semi-active?]

yangx2net: open network for visual creations, multi-fandom blogs are welcome. tracks #yangx2net. written works can use the tag but will not be reblogged. admin looks very much active but i don't know if the blog is... [semi-active]

wayvwriters: self explanatory. said they’re on semi-hiatus due to inactive members, might reactivate if enough members (current and potential) want to reactivate it [semi-active]

archived

neowritingsnet: was a writing network [archived]

koffeenet + koffeenet-archive: was a k-network for k-fanfic creators. recently been declared "closed" (thank you to kaira and moon for clearing that up lol) [archived]

ficscafe: was a k-network for k-fanfic creators. closed bc of drama. [archived]

nctcreations: visual creations network, members only that tracked #nctcreations and #nctcreations18. says archived but no explanations, head admin left tumblr, but i see people still using their tags?? idk [archived]

others:

the internet is dying (advice)

#i also learnt that i am an idiot #i thought i sent in an application in march #and its been four fucking months #only now am i realising i never sent in the actual application #im so dumb #i had to dm the admin and probably looked like an actual idiot #but wtv it's over #boost!#links #🥬 — kimchi's side dish

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disclove · 2 years

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hi everyone, it's taojun

recently my m*ther went through my pc w/o my permission! and found out about my tumblr account. she made me deactivate BOTH neonvision & liuzone accounts, so well here i am w a new account :(

tagging my nets: @ficscafe, @kflixnet, @ankathi-a, @wayvwriters, @nct-writers

tagging all the moots i can remember! @sugazwrld, @mieohmy, @hwangsify, @chenjwi, @smoll-tangerine, @lebrookestore, @lovesickgyu, @svchengss-main, @jenojaemssss-main, @danishmiilk, @njmverse, @chicksung, @floraljae, @hyuckworld. @artaefact, @jenotapes, @ot7-wayv-cb, @koishua, @intotheneozone, @kdyism.

#taojun talks #maybe i'll actually post now LMFAOO

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papercupids · 3 years

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youth - qian kun

pairing -> qian kun x reader

genre -> high school sweethearts to the phase where they live together?, angst with a happy ending, burnt out relationship!au.

summary -> your relationship with the love of your life is on the verge of burning out and you don’t think you can do anything about it until you realize the value of you both.

warnings -> none.

words -> 945

a/n -> i'm whipped, w-h-i-p-p-e-d for qian kun. i love him so much <3

listen to -> for him. by troye sivan ft. allday

you rub your eyes, the long hours in front of the the harsh light of your computer have exhausted them, and as you feel too exhausted to even walk to the bedroom to sleep, promising yourself that you’ll wake up in 5 minutes and go to sleep there, you fall asleep right there. this was the luxury of working from home, but Kun didn’t have the comfort, and as you face the clock in your living room that displays, 6 pm, you fade away, giving into your exhaustion.

and when you wake up, or more like just open your eyes halfway to know what the source of the warmth was from, you see Kun putting a comforter over you and you can barely even open your eyes or ask him about when he came home because he was now in his pajamas, he already seemed to have taken a shower.

you can’t fall asleep afterwards, but neither can you open your eyes; so you lie there, looking at Kun with half closed eyes, he’s at the dining table, eating the food he’s just reheated in the microwave as he stares blankly at something.

and you refuse to believe that this man, or even you were someday a youthful couple, passionate people.

screaming and running in fields during summers, blowing on dandelions, splashing water on each other, sneaking out, getting caught, Kun stopping you from fighting almost half the town.

a small smile curls at your mouth at the memory and then the flood of pain as you realize that time is gone. is never coming back.

even though back then all you wanted to do was grow up and be where you are today.

these days you barely talked to Kun, despite living together. this would be it, you would be passed out, either on the sofa or on good days, the bed and he’d have dinner alone, and sometimes when you were enough hungry you would wake up in the middle of the night and have something to eat.

and he’d be the one making breakfast as you’d already be working, and with a small peck on the lips, he’d leave.

maybe you were hallucinating but in your drowsy state you saw a certain look of giving up in his eyes. the boy you once loved was slipping away, and you desperately wanted to catch him, but how?

Qian Kun, you thought, the perfect guy next door, the guy who would always be there to pick up the pieces whenever you’d fall apart. who would always just be a call away no matter how ugly a fight would get. someone you were always scared would leave you but he never had, even when everyone else had.

you had met him when you were fifteen, a complete contrast to your cheery personality, Kun was seemingly a silent person when he came to sit at your cafeteria table, earning weird glances from everyone but he had brushed it off, and you had tried to warn him but he just didn’t respond, “i don’t care,” he had said once when you had bothered him to the point he couldn’t stay silent about why he didn’t pay heed to the warnings of people around him. after that, you became best friends, best friends who knew they could never stay that way. as and his introvert slowly turned into a cocky guy who would still take about 5 minutes to come up with lame come backs.

although rumors' about your misbehavior were all over town, kun had approached you, stayed with you even when peers warned him, that you would break his heart, that you would ruin him, he believed you over them.

even when his parents told you to stay away from you he sneaked out, he always found a way.

and sometimes you wondered if you even deserved him.

that all was almost seven years ago now, you were both mature, working people, no longer the delinquents you used to be.

you try to numb the pain from the time gone, beautiful memories you couldn’t live again and a realization hits you right on the head, time isn’t gone!

you both were here, what more did you even need?

that’s how the past you would think.

and you try to blink away your sleep as you pull away the comforter away from your bed and get up slowly as kun gives you a questioning look.

and you pull out a chair beside him, and he’s just looking at you, like he did the time you were trying to break the lock on your window when you were grounded, through the stained and dirty glass you could see him doe eyed staring at you. he was giving you the same look now, what were you going to do now? he had it in eyes.

“what happened, y/n, are you okay?”

“of course,”

and you stare at him, a smile gracing your lips as adoration for the man in front of you floods your sense.

and a determination, you won’t let your relationship die.

“what the hell you looking at!” Kun gets playfully- irritated quick, one of the disadvantages of playing so many pranks on him, he always thought you were playing around.

and you grab his hand and intertwine it with yours and kiss him gently.

“i love you, Kun,”

he pulls away surprised, “i love you too, y/n, but what’s the occasion?”

“no occasion,”

you smile nonchalantly.

and Kun on the other hand feels hope, hope for the small package he had hidden away all these days, a small velvet box hidden in his wardrobe.

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smoll-tangerine · 3 years

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Sicheng + coffee shop au + 18 “I’m not jealous” maybe?

[a/n] hi, anon! thanks so much for requesting! i'm so happy to have received a request with sicheng as the male lead so i had a lot of fun writing this drabble! enjoy!! xoxo

PAIRING. sicheng x female barista!reader GENRES. romance, comedy, coffee shop!au PROMPT. "i'm not jealous." WORDS. 1006

Being a barista was a relatively cool part-time job with lots of perks.

For one, unlimited coffee.

Your boss, Kun, was the sweetest guy ever who allowed you to work as a barista in his café even though you had 0 experience.

Your co-workers, Hendery and Xiaojun, were the funniest guys ever and they always made your shifts so entertaining.

Your regulars, Ten, Lucas, and Yangyang, were the nicest customers you’ve ever met in this line of service (and they gave you nice tips too even though you insisted that they shouldn’t).

And last, but not least, it was thanks to this job that you met your now-boyfriend, Sicheng.

The story of how you got together with Sicheng was actually quite funny. Perhaps not terribly hilarious, but definitely bordering on what people would call “cute” in the cringiest way possible. But you didn’t regret the way you hit on Sicheng, especially not when your method proved to be successful.

“Hey, you,” Sicheng greeted you with a cute smile before leaning over the counter and gave you a small peck on the lips.

“Hi.” You smiled against his lips.

Your boyfriend then proceeded to take the seat and table closest to the counter before setting himself up for a study session in the café. Due to both of your busy schedules, you two made it so that you two would walk back to the university dorms together. Since he was done with his classes early today, he came by to wait for you at the coffee shop.

“What do you feel like drinking today?” you asked him as you picked up a paper cup.

“Kun reminded me to tell you to stop using the paper cups for Sicheng,” Xiaojun piped up as he came back from the bathroom and did a fist-bump with your boyfriend.

“He also wants to tell you to stop giving him free coffee,” Hendery added after serving a drink to the last customer. “He said and I quote, ‘This isn’t a charity, I’m running here, but a business,’ and un-quote.”

You three gave each other a look before bursting out in laughter. When was the last time you three actually listened to your boss, anyway?

(You could already hear Kun crying at your way of thinking, but that was simply the way you three showed your love to him.)

“It’s been almost close to two years since you and Sicheng started dating,” Xiaojun commented. “Isn’t it about time you stop with the pick-up lines on the paper cups?”

You looked at him with scrutiny before turning to your boyfriend. “What do you think? Do you want me to stop?”

Sicheng shrugged nonchalantly with an angelic smile. “I don’t mind, really. I actually look forward to them every time I come by.”

“See,” you said as you motioned to your co-worker, “there you have it.”

“Please,” Hendery scoffed. “You mean to tell me that Sicheng liked it when you wrote, ‘You look so familiar. Didn’t we take a class together? I could’ve sworn we had chemistry.’ or ‘Your hand looks heavy — can I hold it for you?’? Stop lying and just say you want to put your claim on him, or something.”

“Awn,” you cooed and pinched Hendery’s cheek. “Is someone jealous because they don’t have a cute girl writing pick-up lines for them on their coffee cups?”

“No one thinks that you’re cute!”

You pinched him slightly harder before slightly pushing Hendery away. “Sicheng does.” You turned to him. “Right?”

Sicheng only chuckled and nodded. “The cutest!”

Hendery rubbed his cheek, hoping to soothe the pain, before grumbling, “I’m telling you, Sicheng, you better leave this girl soon because she is violent.”

You simply rolled your eyes and proceeded to make a caramel macchiato for Sicheng, one of his favourite drinks, while Hendery was manning the cash, and Xiaojun went to the back to bake some pastries. You pondered on which pick-up line to use on your boyfriend and decided to ask for his opinion, when you saw him talking to another girl who was standing a bit too close for your comfort.

“Oh, would you look at that?” Hendery mused. “She gave her number to him.”

The girl didn’t even give the chance for Sicheng to refuse the piece of paper that probably contained her phone number and then left with her drink in her hands. You thought to yourself that maybe you should have spat in it or something, or give her two pumps of caramel drizzle instead of four.

“Hey,” Sicheng said as he came to the counter, realizing that you were done making his drink. “What did you write for me, this time?”

You narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend before turning away from him and hid the paper cup and pen. “Nothing yet.”

Sicheng seemed puzzled by your sudden change of behaviour, which made sense since you were nothing but loving and sweet not even a couple of minutes ago. The wheels in his head turned and he let out a small ‘ah’ of realization before snorting to himself, his arms crossed on his chest, smug.

“Is someone jealous?”

You spluttered. “Who’s jealous? Me? Psh. I’m not jealous. Hendery, are you jealous?”

Hendery raised both of his hands and backed away from you. “Oh, hell no, you are not bringing me into this.”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever, I’m not jealous. Why would I be jealous?”

Sicheng shook his head and chuckled deeply. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“Uh, huh,” you replied back distractedly as you wrote your daily pick-up line on his coffee cup. You then handed it to him with a sickenly loving smile. “Here you go, my love.”

He puckered his lips in thanks before taking a sip and returned to his seat. Giddily, he turned his paper cup around to find what you had written for him, to only see you had only written four words this time around.

You can go die♡

Well, those were definitely not the words he was expecting to read.

#neowritingsnet #cznnet #wayvwriters #winwin #winwin x reader #sicheng x reader #wayv x reader #winwin romance #winwin fluff #winwin scenarios #winwin imagines #nini.requests #nini.milestones: 1 year on tumblr #anon

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svchengss · 2 years

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- one last time

dong sicheng x fem!reader | angst, falling out of love | 339 words | happy belated birthday to this angel here’s an angst i wrote a few months back <3 | xoxo, svchengss

you were once in love with him. just like the poets call it - the sun to the moon, two souls intertwining into one with the so-called strong bond. all those times you gave each other comfort, feeling safe in the embrace of the other. often hearing other people fawn over the two of you and even getting jealous gives you a sense of pride over the happiness you’ve achieved - not in a mean way, of course.

but lately, it’s been different. you feel different. you can feel the tightness in the air, suffocating your lungs. it’s not that you don’t love him anymore, people would say you're still madly in love, in fact. but you know the better, it was as if you're being too dependent on him. you can't help but feel like you're a burden, holding him back from any opportunities.

"no, please, we can talk this out," sicheng held your cheeks now stained with tears. he was shocked with the sudden confession, when he thought nothing could ever go wrong. you didn't dare to look into his eyes, there's where your weakness lies. but what can you do? splitting ways is the only acceptable thing to do in the moment, where it's beneficial to the both of you.

"we can't. and we both know that," you pulled his wrist away from your face, only now making eye contact. his eyes are red, probably holding the tears from flowing now. sicheng lifted his head, staring at the ceiling.

"so this is it, huh?" you only smiled in return. yes, this is it. but you don't dare to say it out loud, terrified that you might break down at any moment. it pains you to see him in this state, but what choice do you have?

"this might sound cheesy but you'll always be in my heart. i'll always love you," he whispered as you stayed in his embrace for one last time. you only watched as he opened your front door and walked out. one last time.

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nuoyi-writes · 2 years

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In which a certain blue-blooded dragon holds your heart, but the crimson red markings on your skin hold you back.

➪ Pairing: Winwin x fm!reader ➪ Word Count: 2.5k ➪ Genre & AU: angst, fluff, fantasy, hint of enemies-to-lovers, business executive!winwin, business executive!reader, magical creature!winwin, magical creature!reader ➪ Warnings: daggers, physical violence, blood, partial nudity, kissing, making out ➪ Note: loosely based on the webtoon Subzero, this fic is for @/naptaemed’s winwin collab Casting Call !! (i signed up for business executive but i ended up leaning more towards magical creature, forgive me jackie) titles are not my forte so pls excuse me. I hope you enjoy :>

“In my opinion, Mr. Huang’s proposal has the most potential.”

Your heels click against the hollow floor of the lift when you enter. The doors close and through its reflecting surface, you see an office worker behind you. Sicheng shakes his head in disagreement making you internally groan.

“Mr. Huang’s proposal has too many unpredictable factors in play. On the other hand, Ms. Ning’s idea is stable and works smoothly.”

You’re about to refute with an argument of your own when your senses pick up ill intent from the man behind you, and you understand from Sicheng’s hardened gaze that he senses it too. Through the mirror in front of you, you see the man’s eyes glow orange. He flicks a dagger at the emergency stop button and the lift comes to a halt.

Fox.

Sicheng’s irises turn bright blue, outlines of the scales under his skin glowing and decorating his eyelids. The fox isn’t surprised by Sicheng revealing his half form, this is an assassination attempt of the said blue dragon, but finds himself rather entertained when he spots the appearance of your own set of glowing red scales and irises.

“A crimson and an azure together? I wonder if your blood know,” he snickers, pulling out an enchanted dagger and lunging at Sicheng. You grab his wrist before he gets to him and let fire flow through your palms, forcing the fox to drop his weapon. Sicheng takes advantage of this moment of weakness and punches him square in the jaw, making him drop to the floor.

“Who sent you?” Your tone is filled with anger, and the fox responds with an amused grin.

“You did.”

You let out a low growl, your insides roaring in fury of such an accusation, and you’re about to engulf half his body in flames but Sicheng stops you with a hand on your shoulder, the coldness emanating from him calming you down.

“Who sent you?” Sicheng barks, his attention back on the perpetrator on the floor of the lift, but receives no answer. You muster all your strength and kick at the fox’s ribs, and when he rolls on his side in pain, you turn him onto his stomach and press your knee against his spine, grabbing his wrists and pulling his arms back.

“The Crimson Dragons,” he grunts in pain.

Panic flashes through your eyes and your grip on him falters at his answer, letting him break free. He reaches for the dagger previously discarded on the floor and attempts to stab you with it but you lean back in time, instead leaving a deep gash across your side and waist. At this, Sicheng loses all will to stick to law and captures the fox’s entire body in ice. You relax at the fox no longer being a threat, squeezing your eyes shut at the pain, your breathing ragged.

“Are you okay?” he kneels beside you as you clutch at your waist, blood seeping out through your blouse and onto your palm.

“It’s healing, but it hurts like a bitch,” you groan. He hovers his palm above your own, sending waves of cold air to numb the wound.

With his free hand, Sicheng pulls out the dagger from the lift push button board, causing the lift to start moving again.

“Yuta will be here, he’s in my office and he most likely sensed what happened. He’ll take care of the fox and the security footage, but that,” he points at your blood-stained blouse before continuing. “is something we need to hide.”

You motion for him to take off his dark blue coat and upon understanding, he slides it off, helping you into it while carefully avoiding skin contact.

“They’re probably going to think we’re dating though,” he suppresses a smile when you snort.

The lift door opens and Sicheng promptly unfreezes the fox. Yuta gives his boss a reassuring pat on the back before carrying the unconscious man out, and Sicheng helps you to his office.

“She’s not feeling well, don’t let anyone in until I give permission,” he informs the employee nearest to his office door before closing it.

The moment Sicheng has his blinds down, you plop on the couch and pull your hand out from under the coat, watching and wiggling your blood-stained fingers. You can tell the wound is already almost fully healed even though the pain hasn’t subsided one bit.

“It must be some sort of pain inducing enchantment,” he says as he makes his way to his desk. “I keep a few antidotes in my office for situations like these”

Situations like these.

“Let me,” he offers with the first aid kit in his hand. You avert your eyes, guilt boiling in your stomach.

Slipping off his coat and shuffling in your seat, you face away from him when he takes a seat on the couch. He takes your actions as an affirmation and helps you out of your blouse, dragon markings on your back in full view. You feel his stare on your skin, shivers running down your spine.

“Crimson red,” he mutters in awe. You squeeze your eyes shut, tearing up at his words and the weight they carry when coming from him.

“Sicheng you really don’t have to-”

“Brace yourself,” he cuts you off with a short warning before his antidote-smeared fingers come in contact with your skin. Your markings glow and sizzle, sending waves of adrenaline through your body, and your blood screams at you to rip the dragon behind you to shreds.

The first and last time you felt this was 3 years ago, when your fingers accidentally brushed against his during an innocent exchange of documents and just like your ancestors would describe it, the unadulterated rage that flowed through your blood as your inner dragon growled and clawed at your insides, begging to be unleashed, was nearly uncontrollable. Yet, when you looked at the target of your blood thirst, you realised he was trying just as hard as you to control himself.

With that, hundreds of years worth of ancestral rivalry that flowed through your blood fizzled out when you saw him not as an azure dragon, but as Dong Sicheng, the man you loved and pined over for all the years you had known him for. You were instead overcome by fear; fear of having to face him in war, fear of losing him to war, and fear of being viewed as nothing more than the blood of your ancestors, so you dashed out of your office, dodging his attempt to hold you back and ignoring his calls. The next day, Sicheng surprises you by showing up at your office with a marketing file.

“Next meeting on Thursday. Be sure to have your share of the work done by then,” he said before infuriating you with his usual taunting smile, one that made you rush down to the 6th floor and throw the entire marketing department into chaos by preponing the deadline to two whole days prior to the meeting as soon as he left your building.

The two of you fell back into your routine squabbles, never bringing up your bloodlines or the thousand year old rivalry between your clans, and forever avoiding any possible skin contact.

Today’s incident shattered the bubble the two of you chose to hide in making you realise that you can’t keep playing this game of hide and don’t seek anymore. The responsibility the two of you hold as members of your respective head families, to satisfy your clans and play your part in the feud, is heavy. The consequences of disobeying can be dire.

“The fox is going to spill,” Sicheng breaks your train of thought, his voice careful. Your usually loud self has been silent for too long and it’s making him anxious. He hopes you don’t decide anything without talking it out with him, although a part of him already knows you’re too stubborn for that.

He motions for you to turn around, and your cheeks heat up at having to face him in only your bra. Sensing your nervousness, he hands you his coat and you loosely throw it around your neck, covering your chest while letting him continue treating the front part of your waist. You settle on observing his concentrated state, your heart pounding from the amount of raw affection he’s letting himself show.

“Yeah, he’s definitely going to tell.” Tell your families.

It was selfish of you to not shut him out after finding out. It was selfish to pretend there exists nothing more than friendship between the two of you.

You know Sicheng is done when you no longer feel any pain in your fully healed wound. He looks up at you, his eyes no longer concealing his desire to claim you his, and you decide to take advantage of the intimate moment to finish things once and for all.

“Azure,” you pause when you realise you startled him by calling him by his bloodline. Pushing back the tears clogging your throat, you force yourself to continue. “Can I see your marks?”

Sicheng spends a moment trying to read you before nodding, unbuttoning his shirt and slipping out of it. His dragon is spread across his back and chest and stomach, and is a shade darker than when he uses his magic. You hover your fingers above the alluring markings before delicately placing your fingertip on his skin.

Hate me.

His marks don’t glow, more of your fingers land on his skin.

Push me away.

You find yourself slightly trembling when his marks still don’t glow. You place your entire palm on his chest, and Sicheng wretchedly ascertains your decision.

Let go, you’re making this harder for me.

Tears are flowing down your cheeks freely, but you harden your gaze. You think you see fear flash in his eyes but he makes no other indication of such an emotion, not budging from his position. You release flames from the tip of your index, burning his skin and making him wince, but not once do you sense his inner dragon surge.

“How?” your eyes flutter to meet him, your voice quavering. Sicheng's gaze is determined as he slips his hand in yours and holds your palm tight, making your markings glow brighter.

“Let go,” he whispers before pulling you closer by your hand. He presses his lips to yours, pausing and giving you time to push him back, and when you don’t, he proceeds with kissing you.

“I-”

“Let go” he murmurs against your lips, before pushing forward, forcing you to fall back onto the couch as the coat slips off you. He hovers over you, kisses fast-paced and aggressive and pained. You slide your arms around his neck, squeezing your eyes shut and pulling him closer to you, craving the feeling of his body on yours. His lips eventually trace down your jawline to your collarbone, nibbling at every piece of skin on the way and making you dizzy. You whimper, fingers tugging at his hair when you’re pushed further into the couch, heart weeping and bleeding and dancing among the stars.

“Sicheng we really can’t-”

Moving back up, he softly tugs at your lip, effectively cutting you off.

“I love you.”

Tears spill from your eyes as you try to look at anything but him, wishing you could unhear. Your insides are thrown into turmoil, caught between anger and the pure want to discard all rationality and give into what you two have.

“Don’t,” you plead.

His palms settle on the sides of your neck, and with soft pressure from his thumbs, he turns your head to face him. His eyes are vulnerable.

“I love you,” he says again, gentler. You whimper as you lift your head and capture his lips, pulling him back down with you. You kiss him harder, desperate to wash his words away and to never forget the feeling of his lips on yours. Sicheng signs into the kiss, tucking his knees between your legs as he builds courage to ask.

“Do you love me?”

Panting softly, you swallow the tears in your throat.

You love him. You’ve loved him for years before you found out, and you loved him for years after because to you, he has always, always, been just Dong Sicheng.

To say that to him, what would it mean for the two of you? Your clans would never be able to understand traitors of the thousand year old war between your ancestors. Your blood and markings are unforgiving-

Your markings?

Sliding your fingers over them, you realise they’re no longer glowing, your dragon dormant. You’re confused, but when you meet his anxious yet knowing gaze, everything clicks together like a puzzle.

Sicheng meant not for you to let loose of your dragon, but of your emotions. He meant for you to let your feelings for him take control, and you feel feather light at the realisation.

“Yes.”

The burden on your heart dispels when you stop hiding the one truth that had always been the answer. You only wonder why you hadn’t done it sooner.

“I love you.”

A relieved smile sprouts on Sicheng’s face, and your heart thumps loudly in growing excitement.

“I love you.”, you confess again, pecking his forehead.

“I love you.” peck. “I love you.” peck. Your heart grows lighter with every confession you kiss onto his skin. Releasing a long breath, he rests his head on your collarbone, nose brushing against your skin.

“I was so scared you wouldn’t– I was scared you’d think it wouldn’t mean anything– I just didn't know how to tell you,” he softly admits. You tug him closer to you, resting your chin on his head.

“Us being able to suppress our dragons is a miracle.” You’re in disbelief at the fact that you can hold Sicheng in your arms like this without the adrenaline rush or your blood boiling.

“If we can defy our markings, who is to say we can’t survive the wrath of our clans?”

He hums in contentment, the vibrations from his voice reaching your chest.

Someone forces open the office door and the sound has you instinctively pushing the dragon off of you. He doesn’t budge, instead slapping his fingers over your mouth.

“Dong Sicheng~?”

The backrest of the couch hides you from Yuta’s view. A few seconds later, you hear an employee rush behind him, apologising out loud before pulling him out and closing the door. The two of you hear Yuta throw his usual tantrum at the employees outside, demanding to be let in because he and Sicheng are practically closer than lovers.

“Should I be concerned?”, you raise your brow. Sicheng snorts at your teasing, tucking himself between the couch and you and draping an arm over your waist. You turn your head to face him, your nose bumping into his making you chuckle, and you meet his reassuring gaze.

You think you can get through this if you have him by your side.

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daystiny · 2 years

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-- Rich Wine Uncle

Pairing: Brother!Lucas Wong x Sister!Fem Reader

Genre: Platonic!Au, Family!Au, Triplets(Lucas, Y/N and Yangyang)!Au

Warnings: Alcohol, Addiction (not with Lucas, Y/N or Yangyang), Divorce, Adoption

Word Count: 1.7k

AN: Happy Birthday, Lucas!! I’ve had too much fun writing crack, so I’m back at it again for Lucas! But there’s a twist ;)

The cold whooshing of wind outside was instantly replaced by a rush of warm air as you stepped inside of the arena. Oh how you missed coming here every day with your friends to watch hockey games!! Since the sport ran in your family, your triplet brother decided it wouldn’t be a problem to turn his son’s sweet sixteen at the hockey arena into a family reunion.

You saw your brother, Yangyang, waving while skating on one of the rinks alone. He skated off of the interior rink, stretching his arms out. He pulled you in for a quick hug and you both began talking excitedly about the big day.

“How’s it like raising a teenager?”, you asked.

Yangyang sighed, making his slight eye bags seem slightly more apparent. “Can’t even finish his maths homework, but to be fair, neither can I. I forgot this stuff!!”, he shouted.

You gave a small, genuine smile, trying not to laugh at your brother’s struggle. “Ahh, I understand. I could always help you if you both have a difficult problem!”, you suggested.

“Thank you, Y/N – but no one’s gotta know!”.

You nodded, “Understood.”

“Where’s Lucas, by the way,” Yangyang asked. “Have you heard from him today?”

“No, not yet,” you shrugged. “He usually comes at the last second.”

“Exactly at the last second!” Yangyang mentioned enthusiastically. “Emphasis on the last second. Like, watch him barge in at 11:59 right before my son’s game!”

“You guys, he’s literally been here for ten minutes!” the teen shouted exasperatedly from the changing room. He walked out in a full set of hockey gear and opened Snapchat on his phone.

“He’s right here,” he said, showing a screenshot of Snapmap. The time of the screenshot was 11:40, and it was 11:50 now.

“I don’t think Snapmap shows a map of the place,” you said, “I’ll check upstairs, maybe your uncle will be there”

“Ok, do that,” the son answered before waddling back to the rowdy changing room.

“He didn’t even say hi to his aunt!”, Yangyang whispered.

“Haha, it’s okay!! Maybe he’ll notice when he sees all three of us,” you suggested. “Wish him good luck from me!”

“See you, Y/N!”

The air grew warmer as you climbed the stairs, and you were finally able to take off your winter coat in this comfortable temperature. There was a fast food restaurant upstairs, a place you and your friends visited often after school when you were teens. You asked the lady at the front where the party would be held.

“It’s in the small party room on the left, someone’s already there!”, she explained, pointing to the far end of the upstairs area that you always thought was for storage.

“It’s a party room! No wonder we couldn’t visit as students,” you thought to yourself.

When you entered the lavish room decorated with balloons, photos and piles of gifts, you saw a certain someone sitting in the centre of it all.

“Good day, sister,” he greeted, before taking a sip from a plastic cup and returning to gaze at the bare rink.

“Hey, Lucas”, you smiled, “The drinks haven’t even been taken out, what are you drinking?”

Lucas smirked and walked to the adults table. He lifted the tablecloth to reveal five bottles of wine!

“No way!! Did you bring that?”, you accused. “They’re teenagers, Lucas. They’ll look long and hard around this room for alcohol.”

“I didn’t bring it,” Lucas smiled. “Yangyang did, and remember he’s super against that, too!”

“But he doesn’t drink,” you stated.

“He is now, apparently! Just for today, probably, but not nearly as much as me.”, your brother admitted, chuckling lowly.

“Are you already drunk?”, you gasped, to which Lucas laughed out loud.

“No, no, I don’t intend on getting drunk today. Just … a little tipsy is all!”

“Oh Lucas …” you singsonged, as was regularly spoken in your household.

“I thought this was a family reunion,” Lucas wondered, “where’s the family?”

“Dad is here, from what he told me,” you began. “Yangyang and his wife are probably taking pictures with our nephew,”

“And my wife’s out of town,” Lucas added quietly. An awkward silence formed between you two. The tone of his voice was so bizarre that you couldn’t tell whether it was simply a statement or one of sadness.

“What about your wife?”, he asked, staring at you intently while taking another sip of wine from the plastic cup.

“They’re … running an errand …”, you replied awkwardly, not knowing what else to say or where to look.

“I really love her,”, Lucas said, “my wife-”

You hummed slowly in agreement, expressionless.

“She works hard, and even though she isn’t around all the time, I understand that it’s because she’s working diligently to support our family.”, he spoke thoughtfully.

“Just the two of us,” he muttered. After not hearing your response for the second time, Lucas glanced at you and sighed.

“I know you told me to quit drinking alcohol, Y/nnie,”, he began. “But it hasn’t hurt me to drink a few times. And I don’t drink all the time, you see.”

“I know it doesn’t,” you answered. “I’ve always been frightened that one day, you’d–I mean … you’d become just like-”

“I know,”, Lucas finished. “I’m sorry to make you two worry … My wife drinks, too. Less than me. Just on special occasions, too, but …”

The whirring of a cleaning machine in the distance separated the moment of silence and the faded memory of your childhood – your parents separating because of your mother’s alcohol addiction and all three of you moving in with your dad.

And you were glad that the recollection was far away.

“These days when we were younger taught me a lot. When we all hit legal age, we went out and I drank wine first thing when we got to the restaurant. I remember how horrified you both looked”, Lucas murmured, shedding a tear.

“I’ve been drunk before, of course.”, he sniffled, “and it didn’t really feel special. I had no idea how it could ruin a person.”

You listened intently, wanting to hear what he had to say.

“My wife drinks sometimes with me. We’d talk over glasses of Rosé on our dates together, and it made me realise that such an experience is worth sharing with the people you love – no matter how near or far they are.”, Lucas continued.

You felt yourself begin to tear up, and you gently brushed your finger under your eye.

“That’s one reason why I drink.”, he stated, “And it’s my nephew’s sixteenth birthday today! So here I am. Drinking Rosé. And I know that somewhere out there, she’s drinking some, too, thinking about those days,”

A big smile spread across your face as more tears streamed down your face. You hugged your brother and sobbed quietly.

“In a plastic cup, nonetheless, but it’s still good wine!”, he chimed.

You giggled and sat down beside him. “When was the last time we caught up?”, you asked.

Lucas thought for a moment, and his eyes widened. “Exactly sixteen years ago! When it was Yangyang’s son’s baby shower!”

You were astonished. “Oh my goodness, where did the time go?!”

“I don’t know!! Anyways, you want some wine?”, Lucas asked.

You didn't know what to say now. After that long conversation, did he really forget?

“I’m just playin’ with you”, he laughed, gently hitting your shoulder. “I think Yangyang has some soft drinks, too.”

“He’s gotta have Sprite! I always got the tallest glass of Sprite when we came here in high school!!”, you grinned.

“Get it, girlllll!” Lucas cheered.

You looked under the tablecloth and were saddened to see that all of the bottles were the same. But then you noticed the tin foil covering on top of them.

“Wait, this is familiar.”, you thought, picking up one of them. You examined the bottle, intrigued by the unconventional design. Reading the label, your mouth hung open.

“What? Y/N, what happened??”, Lucas asked.

You quickly closed your mouth and looked around. To the left. To the right. But your eyes kept falling on Lucas’s confused face.

You bit your lip and closed your eyes, attempting to remain as calm as possible.

“Are you annoyed with me? Y/N I’m really so-”

But you interrupted him with an outburst. Placing the bottle on the table, you fell on the ground, clutching your stomach and gasping for air.

Lucas kneeled down in concern. “Do I need to call a doctor?”

“N-No, but Lucas,”, you stammered, trying to catch your breath. “the b-brand is Coloratura!”

“Huh? Never tried that before.”, he shrugged.

“No, no … As in Coloratura Non-Alcoholic Rosé Beverages. $20 for a five pack!”, you declared.

Lucas’ face turned red in embarrassment as he watched you explode into a great fit of laughter. You were never going to let him live this down, and you knew exactly why Yangyang bought these.

“You can’t tell anyon-”

“I won’t, don’t worry”, you smirked, knowing well it would become another inside joke among the triplets. “I’ll pour myself some today, I guess!”.

You excitedly opened the one Lucas had and poured the drink into a Spongebob plastic cup. When you returned, your brother was still shy, hiding his face in the jacket he brought with him.

“You know, I have some good news for you to cheer you up,” you assured. “Remember when I said my wife was running an errand?”

Lucas nodded cautiously. You turned your whole body towards him and smiled brightly.

“They’re at the orphanage, filling their portion of papers! We’re adopting a daughter, Lucas!!”

Lucas almost sprang out of his seat. “Y-your daughter?”

“Your niece,” you smiled.

Lucas’ eyes filled with joy and sparkles, and you were touched to see him so overjoyed in years. He didn’t cry this time, but you could tell he was more than excited to meet the newest addition of the family.

“Wow, what a day!!”, he exhaled, “this calls for a toast!”

“To Yangyang and his son’s sweet sixteen!”, you announced, hoisting your cup.

“To Y/N and her new daughter!”, Lucas added, doing the same.

“To Spongebob!”, you shouted, displaying the brightly coloured picture on your plastic cup.

“To Squidward!”. Lucas giggled, turning his cup around to show off the design.

“To the good days!”, you cheered.

“And to many more!”

You both tapped your cups together and took a nice, long sip, as the hockey players began their laps around the rink.

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— an s/o who fosters animals for the animal shelter ; wayv headcanons.

pairing -> wayv x gender neutral reader

genre -> fluff! contains of fostering animals so things along that line, mentions of medications and dressing wounds.

a/n -> this was just stuck in my head since that particular etc came out and i came around to write it rn when i’m fostering a puppy myself, oh how i wish any of them would be with me - but nevermind

☆ — kun is definitely supportive about it. if you both don’t live together then he’ll try to take whatever small creature you have under your wing at the moment to his apartment too to get you a break. if you don’t let him, he’ll help out around your home, insists on cooking or ordering food, he loves the fact that you do so much for the animals but he doesn’t want you exhausting yourself in the process, that’s a huge no. if you live together, it’s way easier than the former, but he takes on majority of your usual chores (if his work allows him ofcourse) so that you can tend to the kitten/puppy well!

☆ — ten loves it! infact i think he’d be a foster as well! and that might be something that made you bond, your shared love for animals, i wouldn’t be surprised if the foster home refers to you as “that one couple who keep on talking to the animals in baby voice”. besides that, ten is very resourceful in matters involving animals, having two cats as pets, so he tries his best to give you advices, try to solve problems quick so both you and the animal don’t end up having any problems, and if you’re inexperienced, he’ll try his best to give you introductions and just be gentle all along. i also see him as a very alert person if the animal needs care at night he’ll probably offer to stay awake for you.

☆ — winwin is kinda confused. he loves animals, we can see the way he holds bella in the “wayv family” video and he loves helping you. but i don’t think he’s the primary caretaker of the pets, and is hence, compared to the other members slightly uneducated about pets. he’ll try his best though, he’ll do any chore that you tell him too, but besides that it’s not his forte to take care of the animal on his own. he’ll do his best for you though.

☆ — xiaojun is such a comforting person that he’d be someone the animal prefers over you even though you care for it, which you also don’t mind because honestly if you were it you’d do that too. xiaojun can be relied on for the animal’s emotional caring, he’ll sing it to sleep, he’ll pet it just the right way and somehow he can get it to sleep with his touch. i also see him as someone who gets attached to the animal a lot so it’s often very emotional for him to let go of it when it’s healed or adopted.

☆ — hendery is there to keep you level headed so you don’t get exhausted both physically and mentally because fostering can become very complicated. like if the animal requires a lot from you, he’ll try to lighten the mood, crack jokes, and just there to comfort you. he’s not much in doing chores, but he’ll be there sitting beside you on the platform telling you about random things. he’s one of those people who’ll make the animal talk to you, make it dance and just silly stuff like that to cheer it and you both up.

☆ — yangyang i see him as someone very against the idea at first because as i mentioned, it can be both physically and mentally exhausting and he doesn’t want to get attached with the animal just to part ways. but he won’t stop you from doing it ofcourse, and will also occasionally help you out. under a day or two you’ll find that man curled up with the animal, cooing at it and blatantly being a hypocrite. he gradually learns to easily let go and help the animals. and would be a quick learner in medicating it if it by chance needs medicating or dressing wounds.

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baby, it’s cold outside | d.sc

PAIRING: dong sicheng x reader

GENRE: fluff, slight humour

WORD COUNT: 1676 words

WARNINGS: slipping on the ice rink??

SUMMARY: the pianist performing at the hotel bar caught your eyes, later inviting you to spend some time with him

A/N: hi this is written for the holiday event, peppermint latte by @ficscafe and the fic exchange event hosted by nini @cherryutas [💌 @yutahoes] ! hope u enjoy this christmas themed fic :D happy holidays <3

you look out the window, witnessing a scene where joyful children are shouting at each other while forming snowballs in the palm of their hands. inspecting the watch wrapped around your wrist, it’s now 10:45 pm. you did one last check to make sure that everything is packed in your suitcase, it’d be bothersome to have your belongings lost in a hotel room.

once all is done, you pull your suitcase to the lift and press the buttons to the lobby. you took a quick glance at the lockscreen of your phone to see four missed calls by your mother, probably asking when you’re coming back home tonight. you managed to send a short reply saying that you’re about to check out. once a soft ding was heard, you stepped out of the lift and placed your suitcase somewhere among the sofas in the lobby.

wondering if it might be too early to check out, you decided to have a few drinks at the bar. a melodic rhythm can be heard from the piano, specifically a young man who’s busy pressing his fingers onto the tiles. you pressed your lips together while picking something from the menu display, a few seconds passed before you finally asked the barista to whip up a hot chocolate drink - which happened to be a guest favourite, according to the menu itself.

while waiting for the drink to be served, you occupied a bar stool and continued to observe the pianist’s movements which seemed to follow the beat of the music he’s playing. you also noticed that he’s quite tall, his hair strands are neatly placed and he’s looking quite handsome in that white tuxedo with a golden tie. wishing a quick thank you to the barista who placed the mug onto the countertop, you took a quick sip of the drink. it’s warm, contrasting the cold weather outside and the sweet aftertaste lingers on your tongue.

while busy scrolling through your phone, you heard a familiar tune being hummed out through the speakers. glancing at the pianist again, he’s now adjusting the microphone stand so that it’s comfortable enough for him to carry out with his next performance.

I really can't stay

Baby it's cold outside

I gotta go away

Baby it's cold outside

that’s it, a classic favourite of yours, you can listen to it all day. silently enjoying the performance, you gave the barista a quick smile before looking back towards the pianist who’s now singing while looking at the scorebook and his fingers are gracefully running across the keys.

This evening has been

Been hoping that you'd dropped in

So very nice

I'll hold your hands they're just like ice

you could feel his eyes catching on to your lingering ones, making you profusely break eye contact and try to change your vision towards the scene outside, pedestrians wearing thick coats walking back home. sneaking a quick peek at him again, you could see his lips curled upwards, probably a smile.

Get over that old out

Baby it's cold

Baby it's cold outside

before you know it, the song is already over and he finished off the session with a little riff. wait, is he walking towards you now?

“hey, noticed you were staring for quite a long time just now,” he said, taking the empty bar stool next to yours. holy crap, he knows this whole time? you tried to play it cool though, saying that you were simply entertained with his session. an understanding hum escaped his lips before asking the barista for a drink.

“sicheng by the way, dong sicheng. and you?” he rested his elbow against the marble counter, his fingers supporting his leaning head. another mental note, his fingers are slender and beautiful. you simply responded with your name, noticing him slightly nodding at the answer.

“well, are you doing anything on this snowy night?” he asked, sipping lightly from the glass he’s holding.

“and why do you ask?” you raised an eyebrow. only talking for a matter of only five minuted probably, you’re quite cautious about it.

“relax, there’s like a huge christmas tree outside in the park, quite beautiful if you ask me. just wondering if you want to go see it together or some sort,” you considered his offer for a while. well, it’s not like a secluded place or something, it’s a park. also, why not live up a little?

“sure, whatever,” you nodded, finishing up the hot chocolate leftovers inside your mug.

“my lady?” he stuck his hand in front of you. you slightly pushed him away, making him giggle softly.

the lights hanging neatly above the metal posts glimmered all over the park, making it a serene scene. couples and families walk past you, most of them taking pictures of each other. one thing’s for sure, it’s damn freezing out here. even with your thick fur coat and the wool beanie on your head, you’re wishing that you’re resting in a warm and cozy cabin with the fireplace lit and songs playing from the record player. an oddly specific imagination.

“isn’t it pretty?” sicheng voiced out, looking up towards the peak of the tree. a golden, illuminating star rested on the very top, its light reflecting onto his eyes. you noticed that it looks like little stars are twinkling inside his eyes but you don’t tell him, instead letting out a hum of acknowledgement and look up towards the night sky.

“is there something bothering you?” he turned his heels towards you, now having his full attention on you.

“what? no, i’m good. thanks for, um, asking though,” you nodded awkwardly, making him do the same. god, you’re supposed to be on your way home now and you’re still here, with a boy.

you continue making your way through the park, finding yourself in the middle of a snowball fight between little kids. you might’ve noticed it a little too late when someone threw a snowball towards you and hit your left shoulder. it didn’t actually hurt, you were rather surprised by the sudden attack.

“hey, watch it,” sicheng grabbed your hand and led you towards the fenced cliff where you observed people skating on the ice rink.

“do you know how to ice skate?” you looked up towards him, making him slightly tilt his head upon your sudden question.

“i’d say i’m a mid, why?” he then proceeded to nod when you told him about the ice skating platform that you want to try out.

“woah, didn’t know it would be this slippery,” sicheng mumbled out, spreading out his limbs in order to balance himself. meanwhile, you were busy gliding across the rink full of grace, the ice skating lessons you took when you were four turned out to be quite useful.

“you need help, big guy?” you slid towards his side, reaching out onto his waist. that gesture of yours managed to make his breath stutter, now letting out a few fake coughs. he held onto your hands and you led him for a few rounds around the perimeter. when he finally slipped and fell on his hands, you can’t help but snicker a little. he only smiled, looking at how your laugh lights up your whole face.

after god knows how long you’re on the ice rink, you finally checked the time on your watch only to find out that it’s now midnight.

“sicheng, it was nice meeting you tonight but i really need to get home,” you said, legs quickly walking back to the hotel lobby where you haven’t even checked out yet.

“well, i’ll take you home, then,” he offered, heading to the garage to start his engine while you handled the check-out process at the receptionist counter. with the return of the key card, you grabbed your suitcase and walked outside, waiting for sicheng who’s supposedly driving you home tonight. when his car pulled up in front of you, he walked out to help you place your suitcase in the car trunk and opened the passenger door for you.

“so, where to my lady?” he asked, adjusting the position of the rear view mirror and fastened his seatbelt. you keyed in your home address in the search bar of his phone before fastening yours too. he played some music from his phone before following the directions on the app.

“um, you work for the hotel or something?” you managed to make small talk, feeling awkward by how quiet it is.

“nope, only a small gig tonight. you know, nearing christmas so the management wanted something special,” he responded.

“well, you’re good at piano,” you muttered out, making him chuckle.

“thanks for the compliment, you’re a good ice skater, figure skating?”

“no, not anymore at least,” you simply responded. the conversation between you two went on for an estimated 15 minutes before he finally pressed the brakes, now stopping the vehicle in front of your house. the light is now dim, probably because most of the people there are now sound asleep.

“thanks for driving me home, really appreciate your kindness,” you said as sicheng lifted your suitcase out of the trunk.

“nah, no worries. it’s all good,” he walked you to the front gate.

“but for real, maybe we should grab a couple drinks later to, you know, repay you?” you offered.

“is this your way of asking for my number?” he laughed, puffs of breath visibly forming from his mouth. you could feel your cheeks heat up while he effortlessly keyed in his phone number on your phone.

“um, good night and drive safe,” you waved at him from your spot, he’s now fastening his seatbelt.

“good night,” he wished you one last time before drawing his window upwards. his vehicle now leaving you alone, disappearing in a matter of seconds. you smiled at yourself before opening the front door, only to be met by your younger brother who’s watching christmas movies on the television.

“well, well, well. who was that, huh?” he smirked.

“oh, shut up.”

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svchengss · 2 years

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red massacre | l.yy

PAIRING: liu yangyang x fem!reader

GENRE: horror, angst, slight fluff

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

WARNINGS: blood, gore, deaths

SUMMARY: a supposedly cute halloween tour date with your boyfriend turned 360 when a killer runs loose

A/N: yea ik this is supposed to be released on 31st oct but ur girl got busy w school and stuff :< anyways my first horror themed fic so be sure to leave some feedbacks !!

three things you need to know about silly joel:

1. he likes blood

2. he’s kind of smart

3. he never gets tired

ever since you were young, you’ve always heard of silly joel, the serial killer who turned the once bright and loving town into a blue one. whether parents are using it as a scaretell to prevent their kids from wandering around with no supervision or a classic tale for bonfire nights, he’s truly a popular individual to the folks. it only took one night for him to get rid of one hundred lives, one to be terrified of, indeed.

but tonight, he’s just a part of the scare walk attraction your boyfriend is taking you to. thrilled by the idea of finally meeting him after a few weeks, you agreed with no hesitation. sure, you might get a little jumpy at times but what’s the harm of joining in the fun?

“are you okay with going tonight? you’ll not panic, right?” yangyang’s voice sounds like honey through the telephone, making you melt with the softness of it.

“yeah, i’m good. are you, though?” you joked, sounding more like a challenge. he only chuckled, responding with some arrogance making you roll your eyes. as you chewed the chewing gum in your mouth and twirled your side bangs, he carried on talking about how much he’s missed you and how he missed those small dates.

“i’m nearly there babe, can’t wait to see you,” he signed off the call with a mushy smooching sound, making you scrunch up your face with disgust. grabbing the coat from your clothes rack, you moved to the living room since he will arrive at any moment now. and he did, the doorbell sound notifying you of his presence.

“i’ve missed you,” opening the front door and being greeted with a kiss, you smiled in the moment. he brought his hand from behind his back, holding a bouquet of baby breaths making you let out a gasp. you went ahead and locked the door before joining him in his car, a mustang which he finally bought after a long period of saving up.

“are you ready for the spooky season? be aware of the monsters that might be hiding on the streets, though!” the male announcer’s loud voice rang through the radio speakers sending you into a shiver. as if yangyang had taken notice of your state, he brought his hand closer and held yours in his warm grip. you only cocked your head to his side and smiled, now focusing on the song playing on the radio.

buzzes of excitement can be heard in the air, everyone standing in a queue while waiting to buy the ticket. from your spot, you can make out the trail you’ll be going through later even in the sheer darkness. sure, you’ll get scared shitless but you have yangyang. yes, sounds cheesy but you really trust him. literally.

with the staff approving of your entrance, the two of you stepped onto the trails. the beginning of your tour was fine, the bloody props not enough to scare you on the ends of your feet. you took this chance to take a few deep breaths, telling yourself that the ‘monsters’ are just scare actors with makeup and torn clothes. on the other hand, yangyang was having the time of his life, making snarky comments to help brighten up the mood. you did have a couple laughs.

the first ever jumpscare was jason, jumping up from behind a tree with his knife pointing towards you. you let out a shriek, jumping a few steps backwards. and the cycle continues, the next characters being those crazy clowns, freddy and micheal myers. you’re now having the time of your life, joining yangyang in his personal opinions.

“see? i told you it would be fun,” yangyang raised his eyebrows at you. you were about to reply when a loud shriek came from the deep area of the woods.

“oh, so they have sound effects now?” sooner or later, more screams and cries echoed through the area, giving you the chills.

“now this feels like a slasher movie,” yangyang let out a chuckle after his joke, making you slap his arms. an ‘ow’ escaped his throat while you continued walking when you saw a dead body, a prop you assumed at first. you were about to carry on when you spot blood flowing from underneath the woman’s abdomen.

“is that blood?” you began to panic when yangyang rubbed your back, saying that it’s only fake blood. you were quite unsure of it, still keeping your heads up before following his lead. you began to see more and more deceased bodies on the trails. were they supposed to be blocking your way, though? the chills are starting to return, more and more blood pooling on the soil.

the moment you saw one body with the green sweater, the worst is starting to become more and more possible. you remember the clothing, the exact one which the man in front of you earlier was wearing. you whispered your suspicion to yangyang, making him tilt his head with a questioning look on his face. you gave him a look saying ‘trust me’ before stepping closer to the not moving figure. pushing his back onto the ground, you shrieked upon taking in his face. it is a dead body. his skin is still warm from the last minutes of life he had, though his face has started getting bluer with each second passing.

yangyang is now starting to feel a little jumpy although he’s masking the state with a stern face. he has only two things on his mind - to keep you safe and to get out of this area safely. not wanting to waste any more time, he held your waist closer to his and tucked your fingers into his strong grip. you felt the warmth flowing between your skin, somehow comforting yourself even with the strongly beating heart that you can feel it jumping out of your chest. turning onto your heels, you pray to god that the entrance is still open though the possibilities are quite low. this is what happens in horror movies right? always gotta complicate things.

you can’t help but feel more vulnerable to the slasher in the woods, as if he’s getting closer to you every step you took. silly joel could be hiding behind the trees, in a hole, who knows? all you know is you still want to see another day - you haven’t been to a concert, haven’t met a celebrity, not even half of your bucket list have been crossed out.

all of a sudden, you spot someone in a costume, holding a knife stained with blood. he was waving his hands in the air but you’re quite unsure of the motion - whether it’s in a creepy or frantic mode. the thing is, you have no idea who the person behind the mask might be. it could be a scare actor or silly joel. the stakes are getting quite high so you don’t dare look back, you kept on running, following in yangyang’s footsteps. finding a large rock, you two hid behind it with trembling motions. still not feeling secure with the hiding spot, you balanced yourself on your knees, keeping an eye on the previous guy.

the sight of another figure in torn-up clothes sneaking up behind the clown and stabbing him to his death almost made you let out a scream but you got back into your position swiftly.

“he’s here,” you whispered.

“who’s here?” you didn’t even have to answer when a shrill voice rang from the area.

“whoever’s still alive, come out, come out wherever you are! i’m not gonna kill you, pinky promise!” that voice sent you into shivers, your breathing now becoming unsteady. your eyes met yangyang’s, panic now becoming evident in his.

“you wanna know why they call me silly joel? because i can tell jokes!” a cackling laughter coming out of his throat. your eyes welled up with tears, fingers fiddling with the hems of your coat.

“let me tell you one, why did the white blanket become red?” you didn’t dare let out even a small sound, holding your breath in.

“‘cause someone got killed in his sleep!”

and at the exact moment he said that line, the killer jumped out from behind the stone you’re using for hiding, making you scream the loudest you’ve ever screamed. scrambling onto your feet, you tugged yangyang’s wrist to escape from joel but to your dismay, your hands were stained with dark red blood. shock surged to your face, only now noticing that his throat has been split open, oozing liquid spilling from it and dripping down his body.

you can’t even cry right now, speeding through the woods in hopes that joel will finally get tired and slow his steps down. you kept on running, not even getting scared by his loud screams from behind - you don’t even know how far. feeling the energy drain out of your body, you quickly found a tree big enough so that you can’t be seen from a long distance.

you didn’t even notice the tears streaming down your cheeks, only now when they’re falling onto your checkered skirt. he’s gone, he’s truly gone. but now’s not the time to mowl over your dead boyfriend, you have to get out of this forest safely.

“you folks have become a big fan of me, huh?” only now you’re seeing his whole form up close - a white shirt and black pants splattered with blood, face covered with a mask. you forgot one thing, silly joel never gets tired.

that’s the last time people have heard from you before your face is plastered on the headlines, one of the victims of the halloween massacre.

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<< P: NCT Kun x gn!reader | G: fluff, husband!au | WC: 0.3k | W: none >>

Kun watches as an impatient Yukhei strides back and forth the lawn, his own fingers worriedly fiddling with the bracelet you gifted him in the 3rd year of your marriage. All of you had agreed to meet at the wedding venue for a full rehearsal, but the bride and her maids of honour– who were supposed to show up over an hour ago– hadn’t arrived yet. Ten can’t reach his fiancée and the men assume the unexpected downpour from a few minutes ago is to blame.

“Let me try calling y/n”, Kun places a hand on Ten’s shoulder as he dials your number and brings his phone up to his ear. He hears it ring once before being shoved aside by a mesmerised Yukhei making his way to his girlfriend and meeting her half way through the lawn. The other two men follow from under the shed as Kun spots you behind Ten’s fiancée– your steps careful and eyes focused on not letting the mud and wet grass ruin your outfit– and he thinks peach suits you well.

“You look absolutely beautiful”, Yukhei’s eyes are brimming with adoration, his girlfriend softly blushing when he gently holds her palms in his and bombards her with compliments and confessions straight from the depths of his heart. Kun hears you giggling at Yukhei’s overwhelmed girlfriend, your smile wide and shining, and wonders if you prefer receiving expressive love. You take your place beside your husband as Ten and his fiancée squabble about the delay and their unreachable phones.

“I don’t mind marrying you a second time if this is how well you always carry your suits” Kun flushes at your flirty comment. You rest your head on his shoulder, entertaining yourself with the noisy couples.

“They're a mess, aren’t they?” he sighs as he rests his cheek on your head, realizing he wouldn’t mind freezing time and staying like this for the rest of his life.

“Yeah, that’s why I keep you around”, you chuckle as you melt into his arm, and Kun learns you love his silent love just as much.

A/N: loosing my mind over the nation's husband for the 49th time this week.

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<< P: WayV Kun x gn!reader | G: angst | WC: 0.4k | AU: forbidden love | W: none >>

You're laying on sand, hues of orange and pink above you your only consciousness. In comparison, everything on the ground is trivial, and your mind is as tranquil as the waves of salt water that grace your feet every few seconds. You shift to lay on your side and the one beside you follows, darkened rays of the setting sun reflect off half his face and skin while the other half is shadowed in a stunning glowing gold. Your gazes connect, windows to your souls opening wide.

The moment is intimate, you are aware. All that is left is to ignore, to suppress, as always.

But when Kun leans in, you realise you are far too gone. Ignoring doesn’t change the course of the heart, ignoring makes things no less true.

In this faltering moment, you let your heart morph into a black hole, let it swallow as much of the gold hues of his skin, the meeting of his lips with yours, and the display of reciprocation, for you are aware that although there is nothing more you ache to keep, it is all fleeting. The inevitable is heavy and the black hole widens, desperate to consume more than what is given, more than what is at your fingertips.

Kun pulls away, the urge to mumble an apology not nearly as prominent as the lack of regret in him. He too aches for more than what should be, silently pleading for you to feel the same.

Your mind is pulled into a vortex of all ‘buts’ and ‘what ifs’ and all obligations that had seemed insignificant only a moment ago, but when your eyes find his, you find in them only clarity. You understand he has chosen his heart and it makes your own flutter, before it comes crashing down at the fleeting and the inevitable. You wonder when listening to one's own desires had become a crime.

He rests his forehead against yours in the childish desire to think your thoughts and finds your palms in the human desire to convey his. He is successful, he realises, when you succumb, burying yourself in his neck. His arm drapes around you and pulls you to his chest, his vulnerable self warm against yours.

In this faltering and deciding moment, you allow yourself to soak in the ‘could be’. When you cannot picture being elsewhere than in his arms, his breath soft on your nape and his scent strong on your nose, you make your choice.

The burden in your mind is lifted, but a stronger one is placed. Your new inevitable will be torturous and turbulent, you think, but it is a small price to pay to keep him with you.

A/n: malfunctioning bc what did i just write and why am i so in love with qian kun

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During your attempt to save him, Yukhei experiences the memories closest to your heart.

➪ Pairing: Lucas x gn!reader ➪ Word Count: 2k ➪ Genre & AU: angst, fluff, comfort, winx club!au, specialist!lucas, fairy!reader ➪ Warnings: blood, injury, mentions of death ➪ Note: Thank you @lovesickgyu for agreeing to be featured ahahaahaha celebrating the signs of an approaching end to lucas’s hiatus <33 also winx club supremacy.

Your heart is thumping loudly in fear and you’re drunk with anxiety, the chaos around you fading in the face of Yukhei’s loud huffs, each one breaking away another piece of your heart and further moistening your cheeks with tears. He squirms on the makeshift operating table as blood pours out of the large wound, refusing to stay still as the professor struggles to pull out the claw buried deep into his flesh. Yukhei squeezes your intertwined hands and all you can sense from him is pain, pain, pain.

“Help him!” you cry when you sense it spike. Your breathing is shaky, unable to bear the sight of Yukhei on the verge of death. You’re not ready to lose your everything, not now, not ever, and not again.

“He needs to calm down! I can’t operate if he’s moving so much.”

He needs to stay still. You think of bringing an earth fairy, eyes scanning the sea of terrified students. Will you be able to find one willing to help him instead of fighting the monsters looming outside the building?

“Y/n.”

You turn back to face the professor, your other fist clenching and unclenching in restlessness.

“You’re a mind fairy. You’re capable of much more than sensing emotions or reading thoughts,” he treads carefully. Your throat runs dry and your breath pauses, anticipating his next words in dread.

“Share his pain. Take some of it from him.”

You shake your head frantically, horrified by the implication.

“Vines can tie him down but they can’t reduce his pulse and slow the spread of the virus. You need to calm him down now,” he stresses, his tone urgent.

“There has to be another way,” you plead. You’d rather die than enter his mind at this point. Not again, never again—

Yukhei’s grip on your hand tightens as the pain heightens to an unbearable degree and you squeeze your eyes shut, not being able to watch him writhe any longer. The image of you in the same position as now but with a different hand in yours flashes in your mind and tears escape your eyelids. You don’t ever want to feel someone you love die. Once is more than enough times. You’d rather die yourself than die the death of a loved one.

“There is no other way, not unless his heart stops beating and is not an option. We have to buy the others more time,” the professor implores.

Yukhei coughs, the sound squeezing at your heart. You’re about to pull away from him and run away so you won’t have to witness, run till you can't sense him at all, when the grip on your hand tightens in pain. You open your eyes to see him gritting his teeth, his eyes bloodshot red, the nerves on his neck twitching as he grunts and the now visible virus crawls under his skin.

You realise that he isn’t just withstanding the pain, he’s fighting it. He isn’t like your mother who had accepted her long time illness with apologetic caresses for your head and the imparting of advice for the coming years lacking her presence. Her hand in yours was alive yet lifeless, but Yukhei’s fingers clenching at your palm are dying yet alive, making you want to fight for your everything.

You take a seat beside Yukhei and the professor notices the change in your resolution, relieved when you nod at him in affirmation. He reassures you that your friends will kill the host monster soon, killing the virus in all the infected, and you trust him to protect you while you’re not conscious of your surroundings. Cupping Yukhei’s hand in yours, you close your eyes, concentrating all of your mental self on his hands, then his mind. You’re able to more clearly sense his pain, taking a deep breath to prepare yourself for what you’re about to share.

Your breathing becomes ragged when you suck in a bit of his pain. It takes you a minute to accustom yourself to the burning sensation before slowly injecting yourself with more, widening the bridge between both of your consciousnesses and causing a few of your memories to be exposed to Yukhei.

Two purple whales chasing the horizon as the sun sets on your home world. A younger version of you stands hand-in-hand with your mom facing the sea on a wooden deck, harmonising to the song you’d always sing to him as a lullaby and forming a connection with the enchanted creatures. Fueled by the admiration you held for your role model– your mother– that was the first time you harnessed your magic.

He then sees a slightly older you sitting beside a sick woman lying on a hospital bed. He feels the extreme sense of loneliness, fear, and grief in you and through you, your mother’s helplessness, regret, and guilt rooting from her love for you. That was the day you formed your first mental link, an accident caused by untrained magic and unstable emotions and an accident that scarred you for life.

The next memory is of when you first entered Alfea. Everyone around you were from different home planets and were users of various different types of magic, yet you had never felt so connected. You found a place where you could be you and belong, one that would help nurture your true magic, and you met roommates who eventually became closer than family.

It’s the Alfea & Red Fountain annual freshman event. You’re pouring yourself some fruit punch when you somehow manage to pick up the sound of an extremely light and almost transparent soul among the large crowd of strong and loud ones, making your irises glow purple. You spill some punch on your brand new dress but you can’t care less about it as you frantically push through the horde of people and search for the rare soul that reminded you of an untouched flower field in the eye of a storm.

You’re trying your best to activate your magic as you try to lose the witches chasing you down the streets of Magix. Mentally scolding yourself for not paying heed to your seniors’ advice to be aware of senior witches from Cloud Tower that target freshmen fairies as part of some stupid tradition, you regret separating from your friends while shopping. The adrenaline pounds at your ears and renders you unable to sense pedestrians, so when you take a sharp turn at the next curb, you crash into someone and fall to your rear.

It’s only when you take a second on the warm concrete to compose yourself that you realise they’re the soul you heard at the event a few weeks ago and upon opening your eyes, you’re left breathless by the charming specialist before you.

“Are you okay?” he asks in concern as he helps you up, and you would’ve stood there staring and speechless if you didn’t sense the approaching witches.

“I need your help,” you plead when you notice he has gear with him. His expression morphs into a more serious one when he picks up your anxious state and spots the witches chasing you.

“Stand behind me,” he instructs you confidently as he pulls out his sword and shield, and you’re slightly relieved when you see them successfully activate.

The witches falter for a second at the appearance of a specialist before noticing the lack of color in his gem and weapons, smiling in amusement. Muttering a levitating spell, they easily pull the weapons out of his grip and drop them to the ground.

“This year’s new students are stupider than I thought they’d be,” one of the witches comments as the other prepares to cast another spell. It’s only then that you connect one and one with the fact that you sensed him at the freshman event, internally slapping your forehead for stopping to ask for help. The specialist grabs your hand and breaks into a sprint, dragging you along with him to his wind rider parked by a nearby cafe. You huff when he motions for you to get on.

“I refuse. I literally just met you and the only thing I know about you is that you’re just as new to all of this as I am.”

“Wong Yukhei– specialist at Red Fountain– experienced biker. It’s either me or those witches. Your choice,” he quips, and you swear you sense a hint of smugness behind his haste expression.

The next memory is also one of him. He’s atop James– a magiwolf and your bonded animal–, chasing after an older you as you zoom through the outskirts of Pixie Village. Wind combs his hair and the fresh air of the enchanted forest paired with your occasional taunts ignite breathy laughs in him. When you start slowing down from exhausting your magic and he gets closer, he shifts to stand on top of James and launches himself at you, wrapping his arms around you and taking the brunt of the fall as you tumble onto the grass. James lets out a low howl as you break into a fit of giggles when Yukhei refuses to release you from his grip and tickles your sides, and it’s only when the laughter dies down and you roll off him to meet his gaze that you’re made aware of your proximity, causing your face to flare. Yukhei’s cheeks tinge red, his eyes affectionate and his breathing nervous when he leans in to momentarily press his lips to yours. He looks to you for consent and when he sees in you the same affection he holds, he giddily pulls you closer by your waist and kisses you.

Flashes of moments when he touched your heart, hurt you, and comforted you play in his mind like a film on your relationship. He’s overwhelmed by a rush of emotions, some yours and some of others you were able to sense.

You slam your bedroom door shut, the negative energy flowing to you from the fight between your friends irking you and driving you to the edge of tears. You lean against the door and squeeze your eyes close in frustration, your head buzzing from all the anger and hurt that your friends are feeling. You wish you could just drown it all out.

“Are you okay?”

You open your eyes and are surprised to find Yukhei sitting on your bed, still in his specialist uniform. You notice the open window and his wind rider outside, deducing he must’ve snuck in unnoticed to surprise you.

“What’s happening outside?” he asks in worry, making his way to your clearly dishevelled self.

“Nothing,” you sign, burying yourself in his neck when he engulfs you in a hug. He rubs your back soothingly as you inhale his scent, drowning in the sound of him.

Yukhei had always been curious about the sound of his soul that you loved so much. He pestered you multiple times to try and describe it but you refused because your words could never do justice to what you truly heard.

Yukhei sounds like a gentle midday breeze carrying dandelion seeds, each one signifying a moment of pure and raw human emotion. Under his boisterous self lies contentment, free of all material and burden. The light of an untainted child remains in his matured mind and he lets it guide him to connect with his surroundings. He’s your state of tranquillity, your escape from the constant buzzing from other’s minds that you can’t block out.

You’re on the verge of passing out when the pain disappears and you drop the link, heart pounding against your ribs and sweat cold to your burning skin. Exhaling in relief when you see the virus dissipate, you rest your head on his chest in exhaustion, extremely grateful to your friends for the timing— a little longer and you would’ve lost him.

“You scared me,” you breathe, your words being muffled against his shirt. He lifts his free arm to drape it around your back, stroking your shoulder to comforting you. You shift your head to gaze up at him when he frees his other hand from your grasp and holds your palm, his eyes tender as he brings it to his lips and kisses it.

“Thank you,” he whispers. He’s thankful for saving him, thankful for sharing your vulnerability with him, and thankful for loving him the way you do.

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