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Artist: Mino (Winner)
Title: Misty
Prompt: waterfalls
Requested by: anon
Tagging: @writingstuffandmore
There was a slight fog rising around the area as you neared the edge of the body of water where the waterfall was crashing down into. Mist sprayed against your face lightly, somehow both cooling you off and making you feel more sweaty in the humid weather at the same time.
“Okay,” you huffed out tired from the hike that you most certainly were not prepared for to see the waterfalls. “I stand corrected. The hike was worth it.”
Minho laughed tiredly before rushing past you and jumping into the shallow water sighing in relief as it cooled him down instantly. You followed in suit, swimming closer to the waterfall and moving behind it into the little cove.
“I’m glad we went up all the levels to see the different falls,” he sighed out joining you behind the water. “This one was definitely worth it.”
You looked at him for a moment before shoving him from the rock you were sitting on, sending him to the main impact zone of the water. In an instant the two of you became two little kids having water fights and playing little games with the loser having to stand under the fall, getting a face full of water.
#event#event masterlist#july follower event#july event masterlist#kpop#kpop drabbles#winner#winner drabbles#winner mino#winner song minho#mino#song minho#mino drabbles#song minho drabbles
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rip sirius black, you would’ve loved conan gray
#sirius black#marauders#conan gray#sirius orion black#black brothers#marauders era#dead gay wizards#sirius black would have loved conan gray#i’m currently crying to winner#marauders drabble#moony wormtail padfoot and prongs#padfoot#regulus black#regulus arcturus black
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***reverb spoilers (ish)*** and some more crack cause I need it today
influencer (y/n) definitely forgets that you’re rich sometimes and is still stuck in the ways that you were raised on in a single parent household. For example, you’ll spend two bands on your new hairstyle or shoes but it’ll be a cold day in hell before you spend more than $3 on a box of cereal and boyyyy, does it grind Eren’s gears. “Princess, I understand not spending unnecessary money but why the fuck I gotta eat these? Fruit Rings, seriously? That’s not even a damn toucan on the box. That’s a crow. A crow, (y/n)! That can’t be good for anybody.” “It tastes the same, Eren. My granny used to buy these for me all the time and I’m fine.” “What you are is cheap.” And he’s so confused because he could’ve sworn his black card has a $700 Sephora charge from yesterday so why he has to eat like he’s on commissary, he doesn’t know. But he doesn’t bother to argue because it’s pointless. Or, when it’s Saturday morning and he���s finally getting some much needed rest, only to hear Fantasia and Mary J. Blige playing downstairs, loud as hell. And you, in shorts, big t-shirt and a bandana tied around your hair..mopping and humming like someone’s divorced mama of three. “(Y/N), it’s ten am, why are you up cleaning like you’re in goddamned bootcamp? That’s what we have housekeepers for..” But he has no idea the can of worms he just opened!.. “Right. And you have two perfectly good legs and arms, meaning your ass could’ve been up helping me a hour ago. You know what you are, Eren? Spoiled. When’s the last time you picked up a broom? Hmm? Do you even know how to iron your own clothes? A lil’ cleaning and life skills ain’t gone kill you.” Then you go on to tell him how you’d help your granny clean the house every Saturday and it helped you become a hard working woman. Which now that you’ve guilt tripped him, this multi-millionaire recording artist is in the living room, singing Free Yourself with tears in his eyes as he dusts the tables and TV stand. And every weekend, just like you and every other child that looked like you had to experience, he gets the same trauma! Rolling around in his silk linen sheets, kicking his feet and crying because he can hear Keith Sweat playing from the flatscreen.
#idk where this thought came from#I just thought about this Grammy winner having to dust his own awards off bc his wife said he was lazy#aot x black reader#cherry’s drabbles 🍒#black fem reader#musician x influencer au#eren x black fem!reader#musician eren#cause the girls that get it#get it#black reader#eren jaeger imagines#eren jaeger headcanons#attack on titan eren#eren x black fem reader#aot crack#aot fluff#black fanfiction#eren au#eren yeager x reader#eren imagines#aot au#eren jaeger x black reader#eren drabble#aot drabbles#crack drabble#crack post#crack fic#influencer y/n#that’s a real bitch idk
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RAILROAD
cw: multiple whumpers, reluctant whumper, failed escape attempt, strangulation, manhandling, defiant whumpee, minor violence, minor character death
Riley barely had any time to grab the whumpee by the back of their ragged shirt, hurling them both down to the ground with a heavy thud.
He held back the hissing curse on his tongue, preoccupied by the squirming, screeching whumpee that was thrashing against him in some fiery attempt to escape. Riley barely kept a grip on them, just managing to wrangle them onto their back, hands closing around their throat.
“Fuuuuck,” Riley groaned, his voice cracking slightly at the sight of their terrified, but defiant face staring back up at him. His voice was equally as shaken and thick, feeling tears burn his eyes. “Fuck, fuck.”
They’d tried to escape. The whumpee had almost made it to the door, too, and Riley knew what the sniper did to the whumpee’s that made a break for it.
But the sniper wasn’t here right now, and the whumpee was kicking and screaming, so loud it was hurting even his ears.
His hands tightened around their throat, cutting off their harrowing screams. They were thrown into panic from underneath him, but by god, did they put up a fight.
Riley was struggling to keep them pinned down, not exactly possessing the strength like the sniper did, trying to grapple with the conflicting thoughts in his head.
But it was all panic.
Panic and the desperation of not knowing what to do that made him squeeze their throat until their eyes went bloodshot, trying to ignore their animalistic struggles.
Tears slid down his cheeks, cursing repeatedly under his breath. The whumpee’s nails raked down his cheek, and Riley jerked his head back, arms aching from the exertion of keeping them down.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he sobbed, the sting his his cheek nothing compared to the loss of breath in his lungs. He sucked in a shuddering breath, feeling them convulsing and fighting underneath him. His hands squeezed harder. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”
The whumpee gargled, their defiant eyes filling with pure terror instead. Their nails dug into Riley’s wrists until it drew blood, but he couldn’t watch, keeping his head back as the tears slid down his cheeks.
“Why did you have to run?” He blubbered, desperately wanting them to answer. “Why?”
Their only response was a choked wheeze. When the struggles finally ceased into nothing, Riley slumped over, his bones wracked with sobs. His hands were shaking when he uncurled them from around their neck, feeling as though it was now moulded to his handshape.
He had never killed anyone before, not like this. But the sniper hadn’t been here, and the whumpee would have escaped, and then what? Riley’s life would be over. He pressed himself up close against the wall, burying his head into his knees.
His fingers tangled in his hair, tugging on his scalp, cursing and grinding his teeth together. The tears numbed the scratch on his cheek, the wet liquid turning a shade of light red as it dripped off his chin.
He stayed there, trembling, until the sniper entered the corridor. His cold eyes slid from the limp whumpee and to Riley’s curled up form, assessing the situation.
Nonchalantly, the sniper cleaned up the body this time.
He gave Riley’s head a small pat as he left, as if to tell him he did what he had to do, but it didn’t comfort him in the slightest.
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#prompt winners#the prompt was strangulation#whump#whump writing#whump drabble#whumpblr#whumper#generic whumpee#multiple whumpers#reluctant whumper#the sniper and riley#writing#my writing#avvail whumps
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For @perpetual-exhaustion21. It's been a hot minute since I wrote anything for my lovely Star Trek boys but I am on the look out for plot bunnies.
This was not how it was meant to be. He wasn't even supposed to be on this stupid mission in the first place, but then you'd offered and he'd be damned if anything happened to you on his watch. Not that he would ever admit to ANYONE that was the reason he was here. Especially when he knew the looks he would receive from Kirk, the teasing, the pushing to tell you how he feels only to be rejected and have to deal with the humiliation. Nope. Never going to happen. He had decided to keep a safe distance, only stepping in when he felt the overwhelming need to keep you safe.
Of course, right now you were safely tucked away fixing the battered ship while he was standing here, with Spock, about to die. They were surrounded and unarmed, things were not looking good at all. He wondered if there was anything the Vulcan regretted, anything left unsaid or undone. McCoy had a list as long as his arm, and at the top was knowing he would never get to hold you.
Of course, he longed to do more than just hold you, but holding you had always seemed somehow attainable, barely crossing any lines. He had been working up to it, waiting for his moment when he could pull you into his arms. Some rocks shifted along the side of the ravine, indicating their assailants were getting closer.
"Well, at least I won't die alone." He half joked, feeling the reassuring pressure of Spock leaning against his back for a moment, and then it was gone. Spinning around, he saw that Spock had vanished! "Well that's just-"
His words were cut off as he found himself beamed aboard the broken ship and before he could gather his thoughts you had launched yourself at him, holding him so tight he wasn't entirely sure if it was restricting his breathing. He was aware of you mumbling something against his chest, fear and panic in your tone. Leonard frowned and wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling your hair as he whispered, "It's okay, darlin'. I'm okay. We're gonna be okay."
He felt your grip on his shirt loosen a little, but you didn't pull away. Maybe it was the near death situation, maybe it was wishful thinking, but Leonard couldn't help hope he had a shot at a little more than just holding you. Perhaps he would see if you wanted to get a drink after all this was over. One thing he knew for damned sure was that he didn't want to be staring down death and regretting not taking his shot with you.
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Kinda wanna play a game with all of you which is called "guess my age" kehehehee
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When He Catches Another Idol Staring At You ~ Winner Reaction
Jinwoo:
“Is everything alright?” You asked Jinwoo, taking a seat beside him as you noticed him sat at the table all by himself, distant from everything.
“I guess,” he hummed, trying his best not to seem bothered beside you, but at the same time, unable to switch his brain off.
The feeling of a hand against his leg finally made him look across at you, “you know that you can say if something is on your mind, don’t you Jin?”
“It’s stupid,” he tried to tell you, “but all night I’ve just been noticing Minhyun looking nowhere else around the room other than where you are?”
“You’re not jealous that he’s staring at me, are you?”
“Only I should stare at you.”
A chuckle came from you as your head rested against Jinwoo’s shoulder, “it’s sweet Jinwoo how protective you are sometimes.”
“I don’t like it at all Y/N,” he reiterated, “it must kill him knowing that he can only look at you from a distance, not like me.
“You’re the lucky one who gets to be right beside me.”
“And I’m very lucky too.”
Seunghoon:
“Are you even listening to me?” You snapped at Seunghoon, waving your hand in front of his face to try and get his attention back to you.
“Sorry, w-what were you saying?” He stuttered, reluctantly turning away from what had caught his focus and moving to look at you.
The expression on your face made him stand tall, smiling weakly at you. “I’ve been talking to you for ages and you’ve not listened to a single word of it.”
“I am interested,” Seunghoon protested, “but it’s hard to focus on you when I know when I look away that Jeonghan is staring at you from behind me.”
“There’s no way that he would be staring at me Seunghoon.”
“I bet that he fancies you too.”
Your shoulders shrugged as Seunghoon began to stress himself out again, “and is it him that I fancy, or is it someone else?”
“Someone else,” Seunghoon murmured, catching your smile as he began to figure out what the point you were making was.
“So, who do you think is the one you should stare at?”
“You, the answer is definitely you.”
Mino:
“You want to go?” You quizzed Minho in surprise, feeling his whisper linger against your ear, asking if you were ready to head home with him.
“I can’t settle here,” he confessed, catching Sehun out of the corner of his eye once again, looking across in the direction of you.
Your brows knitted together as you studied Minho closely, “are you going to tell me what’s wrong or am I going to have to break you down to tell me?”
“Sehun keeps staring at you,” Minho informed you, keeping his voice quiet so that no one else could hear, “I just feel like I need to watch him all the time.”
“And you’re going to let him ruin our evening together?”
“He’s really annoying me Y/N.”
You leaned across and pressed a kiss against Minho’s cheek, “I can think of something that might make you forget about that.”
“If distracting me means getting more of those kisses, you won’t hear me complaining,” Minho joked, “I could be swayed.”
“Shall we head somewhere that no one else can see us?”
“I like the sound of that a lot.”
Seungyoon:
“What has gotten into you?” You asked Seungyoon as soon as the two of you found a couple of moments to finally be alone together.
“He won’t stop staring at you,” Seungyoon mumbled underneath his breath in reply to you, “does he really think that you’ll pay attention.”
Your eyes turned around, soon noticing Kihyun sat across the room and staring at you. “Just ignore him, you’re giving him what he wants right now.”
“I can’t ignore him,” Seungyoon sighed, “I won’t settle Y/N until it is absolutely clear to him that you’re taken, and that he won’t be getting near you.”
“And is by being loud the way that you’re going to do that?”
“I don’t even know right now Y/N.”
You took a step forward, holding onto Seungyoon’s hand. “Whatever you’re doing isn’t working, maybe you should ignore him.”
“I guess you’ve got a point,” Seungyoon admitted, his voice trailing off, “but I still don’t like the guy very much, at all.”
“I’m sure he’s not your biggest fan either you know Yoon.”
“Yeah, but he’s just jealous of me Y/N.”
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Masterlist
#winner#winner imagine#winner reaction#winner scenario#winner reactions#winner scenarios#jinwoo imagine#seunghoon imagine#mino imagine#seungyoon imagine#jinwoo#seunghoon#mino#seungyoon#winner drabble#winner one shot#winner fluff#kpop#kpop imagine
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okay I'm all better now :3 can y'all guess who's next for my event?
#chiyoh talks ☆#hehe bet y'all can't#try try try#the winner will get uhh#ill make a drabble for the winner#writing anything unless it goes against my rules 👀
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A King's Love is a short drabble written for @charms-cat as a prize for the 1000 Follower Giveaway. This short scene features a female MC and Prince Irus as they celebrate their anniversary. Full drabble under the cut or if you prefer, you can read it on Google Docs.
A King's Love
The food was burnt and the music was deafening. Aena stared at the remnants of what she had hoped to be at least edible, but after nearly gagging on the brinjal's charred skin, she knew it was time to ask the attendants to bring the meal they had prepared in advance. As her eyes flitted over the room, she found a frown tugging at her lips. This was not the night she had planned and it was difficult to quash the surge of disappointment in her gut.
It had been a whole year since she had fallen in love with Irus and in the time that it took for him to reclaim the throne, there had been little time to simply enjoy each other. There always seemed to be problems to be dealt with and they often called Irus away each morning, only for him to return weary with exhaustion. Still, Aena was looking forward to spending time with Irus, even if it was just for a night.
The table had been set up near the balcony so they could take in the summer breeze. Aena took a seat and waited for Irus’ return. The sun was already beginning to set and she had hoped to surprise him with the lavish meal, despite her earlier failures of using her grandmother’s recipe. But as she waited, she found the sky darkening until the first signs of stars began to twinkle across the sky.
Irus was late and she was beginning to worry. He had been busy for the past year, with an endless sea of problems ahead of him. Aena wanted to ease his burden, but it was apparent that even with her help, there was simply too much to do and not enough time in a day to accomplish it. A sigh escaped Aena, but her attention was soon drawn towards the doorway of the room. Irus stepped through, his face haggard and his shoulders tight with tension.
“Irus,” Aena greeted.
He turned, his blue eyes sweeping over the table and then, the musicians who were playing a jaunty tune. A wide smile pulled at the corners of his lips and despite the tiredness in his expression, his eyes warmed with something that sent Aena’s heart soaring.
“What is this?” he asked.
“It has been a year since we have been together,” Aena replied. “And I thought that we could celebrate with your favourite meal.”
Irus drew closer, embracing Aena before he pressed a soft peck atop her dark hair. “Thank you.” He moved to sit. “This is truly lovely.”
The meal passed by with little conversation. It was enough to simply enjoy each other’s presence, Aena thought and she was grateful to see the weight of Irus’ burdens easing as he ate. Still, her mind drifted to the night she had planned and a small frown made its way across her lips. Irus glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. A flicker of concern flashed through his eyes but Aena smiled, hoping to placate him. She did not want to add more to his already mounting problems.
Irus leaned over the table, his fingers enclosing Aena’s hand. “It would be a shame not to dance after all the effort you went through to get musicians into our chambers.”
Aena shook her head. “You know that I am not the best at dancing-”
He stood, pulling Aena with him with a smile. “Then I shall lead.”
It was hard to refuse Irus, especially when the warmth of his skin was enough to send a shiver down her spine. She missed spending time with him desperately, she realised. And so, it was with this thought that she let Irus pull her into a dance. Her steps were still clumsy and the music too fast, but Irus’ arms encircled her back. Shifting closer, Aena pressed her head against Irus’ chest.
He was warm and his smell was familiar. The steady sound of Irus’ heartbeat against her ear drowned out the sound of the musicians. This was enough, she thought and she would never give it up for a second.
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Hoony (Winner) Drabble - Kidnapped
Description: You get kidnapped by him
Warnings: kidnapping, obsessive!Hoony,
Word Count: 291 words
The musty taste of the rag in your mouth was unbearable. With your hands behind your back and the blindfold over your eyes, you weren’t sure where you were or where you were going. If the continuous bumping along the road was any indication, you were no longer in the city or the suburbs.
There was sudden braking and then a complete stop, causing you to slide back along the truck bed. That’s right. You were in a truck. And you knew who the truck belonged to. Only one person ever had the bed this clean. The rear opened and hands grabbed your legs pulling you towards them before hoisting you over their shoulder.
“I hope the ride wasn’t too bumpy,” Seunghoon said, closing the door again and beginning to walk.
The blood was rushing to your giving you a massive headache. You groaned at the pounding sensation as he continued his trek before opening a door to what you could only assume was a building and going inside. There were a few more doors opened and then he was going some stairs. It was cold and damp, there was a cement floor based on the sound of his footsteps. He set you down but before you could even try to move away, metal snapped shut around your ankles.
With the cold material pressed against your skin, you were slightly comforted by the warm feeling of his fingers undoing the ropes and removing the blindfold. You hated feeling comforted by that.
“There,” he sighed. “Welcome home!”
You shifted away from him, bumping into a bedpost.
Seunghoon stood up, seemingly proud of himself. He gave you a sickly-sweet smile before speaking, “You’re going to love it here. Just you and me.”
Tagging: @iamthecabbage@confusedchildsstuff@multistan-kpopfanfics if you would like to be tagged and aren't please let me know!
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Favorite Drabble: Naked and Afraid by @mabeltothknows
Just a chat between newlyweds.
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TEMPTATION
cw: restraints, multiple whumpers, sadistic whumper, reluctant whumper, gore, blood
Riley stepped into the kitchen to find that the whumpee had been restrained to the ground, their hands twisted behind their back as the sniper’s boot dug painfully into their spine. He paused for a fraction of a second, the sniper’s head tilting towards him as he hung up the call, and tossed his phone on the kitchen counter.
Riley’s eyes trailed down to the writhing whumpee, who was yelling and panting violently through the fabric stuffed inconsiderately into their mouth. His lips pressed into a thin line as he pocketed his phone.
“So,” he hummed, feeling slightly uncomfortable. His hands slid into his pockets wearily. “Why’d you call?”
The sniper ground his heel into the whumpee’s back just to feel them squirm, before his dark eyes met Riley’s, the mask concealing the bottom half of his face. His hands moved smoothly, making Riley squint.
“Want you to hold them still,” the sniper signed, pointing to the whumpee on the floor. “Want to try something.”
Riley stayed planted where he was, his expression wrinkling slightly as he tried to follow the motions of his hands, before shaking his head and sighing sharply. “You know I don’t understand what you’re saying, right?”
The sniper’s eyes narrowed slightly, and Riley rubbed a hand against the back of his neck, avoiding those eyes. He had said he’d keep trying to learn, but it wasn’t easy when he’d been so busy helping the sniper with…these kinds of things. He cleared his throat, taking a hesitant step forward.
“You need me to…get something?” He asked, and the sniper shook his head, pointing at the whumpee again. Riley hummed.
“Hold them?” He guessed, and the sniper nodded his head once. Riley grimaced, but he had no choice but to do as he was told when he took his boot off their back. They immediately started squirming against the kitchen tiles, and Riley crouched down to gently grab their arms.
“Hang on, stop moving,” he murmured softly under his breath, trying to somewhat console the sobbing whumpee in any way he could. His grip almost gave way when they thrashed violently, and he tightened his grasp with a small frown. “Fuck.”
His eyes trailed up to the sniper, who signed a subtle “idiot.”
“Careful,” Riley scoffed. “I know what that means.”
He focused on trying to hold the whumpee down so they didn’t slip away, knowing that would end up in a bloodbath on the carpets, and the sniper would make him clean the stains.
Riley begrudgingly watched the sniper, who had taken out a glass and a rolling pin, and winced when he smashed it against the counter. He only stopped when they were tiny little shards, and gathered them up in his gloved hand.
When he began making his way back towards the whumpee, Riley felt his stomach twist in dreaded realisation.
“Sniper, that’s going to make a mess,” he grit out, his face paling slightly when the gag was ripped out of the whumpee’s mouth, choosing to ignore him. Before the whumpee could even take a deep breath, the sniper was pushing the glass shards into their mouth, covering it firmly to prevent them from spitting it out. With a few applications of pressure on their own throat coaxing them to swallow, he finally removed his hand.
Riley felt them hacking violently, each garbled intake of breath tearing their throat and their mouth up even further. He heard the tickle of some shards hitting the ground, surrounded in an ever growing pool of blood, their body writhing and frantically convulsing.
Riley squeezed his eyes shut, turning his head aside as he kept a firm grip on their arms, not giving them a chance to move as they shook with choking shrieks.
“Shit,” he whispered shakily under his breath, his own throat swelling with this phantom pain as they continued to gag and heave mouthfuls of blood. He hated that it had lasted for so long, too, until he felt the moment their body slumped forward, the occasional sickening drip drop of blood from their lips hitting the tiles.
The sniper had watched the whole thing contently, and when Riley finally found the strength to lift his head up, his eyes landing on him. Despite the mask, Riley could see he was smiling in satisfaction.
“Let’s do that with the next one.”
#prompt winners#temptation was glass#whump#whump writing#whumpblr#whump community#multiple whumpers#reluctant whumper#generic whumpee#writing drabbles#drabble#writing#my writing#the sniper and riley#avvail whumps#these lads have been consuming my waking hours oh myyy#a mute sniper and an idiot who can't communicate with him#oh they're the perfect pair#got lots of stuff planned for them but if there are any questions feel free to drop them in my inbox >:)#or requests 👀
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anything with winner jinu plz~ there is not enough of him on here!! 💕💕
omggg you are so right about no enough Jinu content. I love him so much. xo (I will try to write a one shot about him soon <3)
p.s: wasn't sure if you meant a drabble or what not so I just did a random number from this . I hope it is okay <3
Pairing: Jinu x Reader
Prompt #: 16- “just listen to my voice.”
Currently Listening to: this
Warning: mentions of anxiety. a bit angsty but also fluffy and soft.
You hated feeling like this. Like the world was closing in on you and you couldn't breathe. You hated it, especially when logically nothing was causing it.
There was only one person who knew how to help during these times.
Kim Jinwoo.
However, you were anxious to call him because he was doing a variety show with Seunghoon and you didn't want to bother him. You thought maybe you could do this but after fifteen minutes of struggling, you realized you needed him.
You shakily grabbed your phone and pressed his name and hoped that you weren't interrupting anything.
After 3 rings, you heard his lovely voice and couldn't help but feel a little better.
"Hey baby, just was about to call you," you heard him say cheerfully.
You wanted to say something but when you got to this point, words were hard. Your silence normally would worry people but Jinwoo knew you. He could tell what the silence meant and you could hear shuffling from the phone receiver and knew he was walking somewhere more secluded.
"(Y/N)," he says softly, “just listen to my voice.”
You took a shaky breath before nodding, "okay."
He then started to talk about miscellaneous things that he found to take your mind off of the anxiety. He talked about the variety show, he talked about Jeju Island, hell he even talked about the one time he got lost in Tokyo trying to find the Tokyo Tower that was in front of him.
You couldn't help but smile at your boyfriends stories and soon everything started to feel better. You felt grounded.
"Oppa, thank you," you whispered into the phone.
"Of course, Jagi, you know I'm always here," he said causing you to smile even more.
You had no idea how lucky you were to have such an amazing boyfriend.
I'm so sorry this was so bad, I had writers block for this. I will try to do a better one soon xo
#kim jin woo#jinu#winner jinu#winner reactions#winner kpop#winner jinu reactions#jinu drabble#jinu angst#jinu fluff#winner
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Hello sorry it took me so long to find a gif! (this is disadvantage2caring btw 😊) I love Mycroft but I don't see enough Hux stuff either so I went with this one. Who doesn't love a confused Hux lol. Thank you so much and I can't wait to read this drabble ♥
Well worth the wait!!! Oh man! Confused Hux is wonderful. Let's see what I've got rolling round my mind for this one.
"I just cannot comprehend the rational behind it." Hux sighed with frustration. This conversation was supposed to clarify things for him, help him get to the bottom of his current dilemma.
"Is it completely beyond the realms of possibility that someone, and by someone I mean the Lieutenant in question, could be physically attracted to you?" Phasma asked with a raised eyebrow that Hux felt rather than saw due to her helmet.
"W-what? That's no- That is certainly not what this is. This is yet another attempt by Ren to torture me." He frowned, his fingers flexing by his side of their own volition.
"Ren? Ren would have gone to all the trouble of finding an attractive Lieutenant and what? Forced them to nice to you? Threatened them to defend you against Pryde? I don't think that man has the patience to pull off something like that." Phasma smirked, knowing exactly why her friend was having such difficulty accepting the inevitable truth.
"Defended me against Pryde?" Armitage asked, confusion etched onto his face, "When was this? Where?" His body was practically vibrating with panic now. If you had done something so bold on his behalf then there would surely be consequences and the thought of you being hurt sent a pain through his chest akin to being hit with a blaster.
"Third deck holding last I heard." Phasma said casually, watching Hux almost trip over himself to leave, perhaps to be your saviour in this matter. She didn't have the heart to tell him you were perfectly fine, that she had stopped you from saying something that would get you into trouble, but she knew he wouldn't acknowledge his feelings for you if he didn't think he might never get the chance to. Maybe this little shove in the right direction would give him the chance to find something that could make him happy.
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