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ꫂ᭪݁ terror turned tender - maki ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟
ꨄ︎ warnings : just some skinship and a kiss (˶ˆ^ˆ˵)
ꨄ︎ word count : 800 (roughly)
ꨄ︎ author's note : for another maki ask! i kinda struggled with the title so apologies if it’s a little… meh. thanks to @ukiyoux for helping me think of an idea!! all support is appreciated, hope u enjoy jokitties 🪽
ִֶָ. ..𓂃currently playing: slut - taylor swift ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐
⠀⠀ ⠀ ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ 宏田力ᰍ໋ ۫ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𖦹⠀ 𓈒 読む⸝⸝ ⟡
okay um… i’ve been wanting to talk about this for a while, so let’s name her 🍓.
🍓 was one of those friends that just clicked with me instantly. we were so similar that it genuinely felt like we were the same person in different fonts. we could talk for hours without running out of things to say, send each other the most random messages, and somehow always understand what the other person meant.
then, somewhere along the way, things started feeling different.
the replies got slower. days turned into weeks sometimes. i’d send a message and wait, but i’d still see her talking in group chats. i tried really hard not to take it personally because i know everyone gets busy and life happens, but i’d be lying if i said it didn’t make me a little sad.
a while ago i posted something on my story about giving each other the same patience when it comes to replying. it wasn’t about anyone in particular, i was just sharing a thought.
but 🍓 thought it was about her.
she told me she felt bad, and the second she said that i felt awful too because making her feel guilty was never what i wanted. i remember crying over it and trying to explain myself because the last thing i ever wanted was for her to think i was upset with her.
she said she’d read what i sent, but the conversation never really happened after that.
and i think that’s the part that still sits with me sometimes.
it’s not even about the replies anymore. i think i just miss the friendship we used to have. i miss when talking to her felt easy. i miss when we were the same people in different fonts.
maybe friendships change and that’s okay. maybe people outgrow each other without meaning to. i don’t know.
i just hope 🍓 knows i’ll always be grateful for the version of us that existed, because for a while she was one of my favorite people.
sorry for ranting idk who I can tell this to
THE BOY IN MY DRAFTS ⋆˚꩜。 TAKI SMAU
post two — delete that right now
quick note: any spelling mistakes, grammar errors, abbreviations, or odd texting habits are intentional and included to make the conversations feel more realistic and true to how the characters would text. ♡
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˚⟡˖ ࣪ 📰 A man not a boy - Oh Sion 𓂃۶ৎ
ꕤ warnings: some cursing and slightly suggestive, mentions of toxic past relationships, alcohol mentioned. hugging and kissing but mostly just pure fluff.
ꕤ word count: 2.2k
ꕤ authors note: so excited for my first nct wish fic!! I hope you all enjoy it. The longest fic I've done yet, I'm quite happy with it and I think it sort of fits Sion. I can imagine him being a big softy once he really likes someone. anyway!! I hope all the wishzens enjoy. Any support is greatly appreciated x
ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔ currently playing: guys my age - Hey violet ᢉ𐭩⋆˚࿔
Relationships had never been your forte. Whenever you dated someone they always turned out to be dicks. They would cheat, manipulate and just be the worst possible idea of a boyfriend. Your last relationship ended on bad terms. He was the childish type. He kicked and screamed when you told him to do something or change how he acted, and then when you told him you wanted to end things the tantrums were even worse, talk about being a manchild. He had been cheating on you for months, he told that it was ‘just a mistake’ and that he ‘would never ever do it again just please don't leave him.’ All you could do was roll your eyes and pack your things. He tried calling you so many times, begging for you back but he wouldn't have changed. This time you didn't go back, this time you didn't feel bad. You were so done with being treated like you were nothing. You didn't deserve it, you deserved someone who gave a shit and you didn't deserve to spend the rest of your life with some inconsiderate prick. A good man who would treat you right felt like some sort of fairytale though, a needle in a haystack. You were officially done with dating, but that didn't really last for very long.
- - -
After moving into your own apartment you had to find a new job, it was this waitressing job at this fancy michelin star italian restaurant downtown. It paid enough to just cover the rent, bills and utilities so you were happy enough. The customers there were snobby and rude, they acted as if they were entitled to your soul, but it was good enough for you. Your apartment was a small, rustic building. Open plan with brick walls and an industrial vibe, like the apartments you would see in a 2000s romcom. It was perfect, a good fresh start and a place to call home. Finally.
- - -
It was a wednesday night, normally would be slow at work but you were practically swept off your feet. Customers were being sat left and right, it was the epitome of hell. You were sweating buckets and you couldn't get a chance to cool down, and then the hostess seats another table in your section. Luckily, it was only one man but he looked like someone who was going to be difficult. He was wearing a perfectly pressed suit, not a wrinkle or crease in sight. His hair combed and gelled, and glasses placed carefully on the bridge of his nose. You walk to his table with a smile and a menu in your hand. “Hi sir, how are you this evening? Here's a menu for you,” he didn't look up at you and just waved you away. You raise your eyebrows and just turn away. You knew it was another entitled asshole. You finally had a minute to yourself so you stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. It was about 8:30pm and summer so the sun was still beaming down on you, it was refreshing and calming, just what you needed considering how your evening was going.
- - -
You had been back inside for all of two seconds when the man in the suit waved you over to his table, you complied and put on a sickly sweet smile. “What can I get for you sir?” you say in the best customer service voice you can muster, he still didn't look at you. “Ill take a whiskey… on the rocks, and a steak, I want that rare.” His voice was monotone, boring but there was a hint of something else there, a nervousness. It was surprising, he seemed so sure of himself and uptight but maybe there was more to him. “Sure, ill get those in for you right away” you smile at him again, he looks up at you this time and gives you a small smile, barely there but enough for you to see.
You kept glancing over at the man throughout the entirety of your shift, there was something about him that had you in some sort of chokehold. That smile he gave you had you under this trance that you just couldn't shake. He came over to you to pay after he had finished his meal, paid by card, and then slipped you a twenty dollar bill and a small note with a number scrawled on it. Had this man seriously just handed you his number… you were in shock, but also intrigued, the urge to message was strong. You stuffed it in your pocket along with the twenty, maybe later.
- - -
Your shift finished at around 11pm and you headed out, it was dark now and the spring breeze was brisk. You slipped your hands into your pockets, the note was still there even if it was slightly crumpled. You pulled it out, reading the numbers on it over and over, considering whether you should text him or not. Dating was supposed to be out of the question but you were seriously considering this one. He seemed cold from what you had seen but something felt different this time, a kindness hidden under the facade somewhere. So you did it. Without a second thought you were typing his number in, you got half way, you stopped yourself, why would someone like him be interested in someone like you… ok what were you thinking this is stupid, why else would he hand you his number. You finish typing it in. What were you supposed to say, you had never been the one to make the first move, you weren't bold enough. You had stopped walking without realising, just stood still in the middle of the street staring at your phone. Recollecting yourself, you took a deep breath and started walking again.
- - -
It had been about 4 days and you still hadn't messaged the man. You just had no idea what to say. Sure he was hot, but that doesn’t make it easier. If anything it makes it harder. Your shift was busy, you hadn’t stopped since you clocked in. It was hot too, rays of evening sun burning through the windows of the restaurant. You were coming back from running food when you saw him. He was just standing at the bar talking to the bartender. God what was he doing here. You feel your cheeks get hot and you turn away. “Hey!! y/n this man was asking for you, come here.” fuck. You had no idea how you were gonna get yourself out of this one, so you just accepted fate and walked over.
He was smiling, this sly smile that had you melting slightly. He looked as well presented as he did the last time you two met. “How can I help you?” you didn't really know what else to say, your words came out in that sickly sweet customer service voice. He let out this low chuckle that again made you melt. There was something about him, something intoxicating that pulled you in. “i just wanted to see you doll” his eyes flicked up and down your body, his tongue wetting his lips slightly. His dark eyes were burning into yours. You couldn't hold his eye contact anymore, it was too intense, almost animalistic. “I didn't hear from you, I was worried.” your words had completely left you, you had been rendered useless just by the look of this man in front of you. It was ridiculous, you had never had this reaction to someone simply talking to you before. “No words huh? That's ok, let me do the talking.” he might as well undress you right there, the eye fucking was becoming insane. “I’ll pick you up after you shift, I'll treat you to some dinner if you'd like.” You still couldn't speak. He stared at you for longer this time, expecting for you to speak. “Ok yea sure, sorry…I uhh was out of it.” your voice was meek. He gives you a soft, gentle smile, something you didn't expect out of him. “Here” he handed you his phone, you looked at him confused and raised an eyebrow. “Put your number in, so I can text you.” You nodded and started typing. You could still feel his eyes burning into you. You handed it back to him, you felt nervous but that good type of nervous that slowly turns into a ball of excitement. “My name is Sion by the way, Oh Sion. And I'm guessing you’re y/n?”
“Yea thats right.” you hand him back his phone, “there you are” he gives you a smile. “I’ll text you later, I'll pick you up.” He doesn't wait for your reply before walking out of the door leaving you speechless.
- - -
As he had said, Sion picked you up after your shift had finished. He was driving this fancy car, a Rolls Royce. You were scared to even sit in it, you were pretty sure one of the seats probably cost more than your apartment. Sion kept glancing over at you, he could feel your nerves radiating through your skin. You watched as his hand slipped closer to yours over the small partition between your seats. “This may be bold, but may I?” he motioned to your hand, his voice was once again gentle. You nodded and he slipped his hand over yours, his fingers tangling with yours. He didn't let go for the rest of the drive.
The restaurant he took you to was quiet, the waiters and waitresses all wore shirts and ties. It felt expensive, even the air was posh. You were shown to your table, Sion pulled out your chair for you and pushed it in once you were seated. The menu was extensive, with so many different dishes, things you had never heard of before. It was overwhelming to say the least.
In the end, you had Sion pick something for you. It was delicious, some sort of pasta with all of these different colours and flavours, like nothing you had ever tasted before.
Sion was staring at you, both of you had finished your meals and were sharing a bottle of this white wine that probably cost more than your yearly wages. Deep down you felt almost humiliated, the fact that he was here just blowing that much money on something so insignificant as if it was nothing and you could just about pay your bills every month. The staring from him got more intense, he was trying to read you, he knew something was up. “y/n? Are you ok, do you not like the wine?” uncertainty stained his words, if he was trying to hide it he was doing an awful job. “No, it's lovely, it's just.. I don't entirely feel like I belong is all.” You looked into your glass, and swished it around awkwardly. Sion's hand practically flew over the table and grabbed a hold of yours, “of course you do, I want you here, you belong here with me. Please don’t think otherwise” his words were certain this time, reassuring and nothing but kind. He was different, he felt like the one.
- - -
It had been about 8months of Sion and you seeing one another. It was the best relationship you had ever been in. He was caring, kind and showed genuine love for you. Everything you could have ever dreamed of. Sion was the epitome of a gentleman, he took you out, he gave you gifts, he took the best care of you whenever you needed it. You practically lived at his place. He had become the home you didn't know you needed. It was late on a Friday, about 7pm. Sion had just got home. “Baby!! You here?” he shouted down the hallway as he took off his shoes. You run to him. “HI!!!” you yell as you jump into his arms, he laughs and catches you before spinning around. He plants a kiss on your forehead and then your lips, his were soft and warm and you didn't want the moment to end. He pulls away, “have you eaten dinner yet?” he says looking up at the clock on the wall, looking back at you with slight concern. “No I was waiting for you, I wanted to order takeout and didn't know what you wanted.” he lowered you to the floor slowly and placed another kiss on your forehead. “What do you feel like eating? I could probably devour a burger right now” he started to slowly loosen his tie and rolled his neck back, no matter what he did he always managed to be hot. “I could go for burgers.” you smiled at him, biting your bottom lip. You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck before pressing your lips into his, he deepened it He pulled away, “I'll order those burgers.” His breath was fast and so was his heartbeat. You nodded and pressed your lips back onto his, “god i love you y/n”
“I love you too, Sion”
This was finally the man you deserved, the man you had dreamt of, and you couldn't wait to spend the rest of your life with him.
OH THIS JUST MADE MY DAY OH HOW I LOVE SION
THE BOY IN MY DRAFTS ⋆˚꩜。 TAKI SMAU
post one — this was supposed to stay private
quick note: any spelling mistakes, grammar errors, abbreviations, or odd texting habits are intentional and included to make the conversations feel more realistic and true to how the characters would text. ♡
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THE BOY IN MY DRAFTS ⋆˚꩜。 TAKI SMAU
── ˚₊ NEW DRAFT ! you never expected anyone to actually read your anonymous blog.
what started as a small corner of the internet quickly became your personal archive of every relationship you've ever had. the good dates. the bad dates. the embarrassing ones. the ones that almost became something more. and somewhere between old stories and late-night posts, you found yourself writing about your dream boy too.
not a real person, of course.
just someone who existed in your head.
or so you thought.
because after stumbling across your blog, your brother maki can't stop thinking about one thing. every little detail you wrote about your "dream boy" sounds suspiciously similar to his best friend, taki. and once he notices it, he can't unnotice it.
so naturally, he does the only reasonable thing.
he starts bringing taki around more.
what maki doesn't know is that taki has already found your blog. and what started as harmless curiosity quickly turns into a routine he refuses to admit he has. post after post, he keeps finding pieces of himself hidden between your words.
and now he's left wondering.
is it really just a coincidence?
or has he been the boy in your drafts this entire time?
OR IN WHICH a girl runs an anonymous blog reviewing every boy she's ever dated, only for her brother to realize her "dream boy" sounds exactly like his best friend. unfortunately, that best friend has already started reading the blog for himself.
MATCH IN THE MAKING ➜ brother's best friend!taki x fem!reader
THE BOY IN MY DRAFTS ♡ social media au + written, university au, romance, crack, fluff, some angst, slow burn, anonymous blog au, dream boy agenda, accidental matchmaking, strangers to lovers
OTHER READERS ↻ ive's leeseo (as yn's face claim — not shipping), &team (taki, yuma,maki, euijoo, & nicolas) , ive (rei), illit (minju & wonhee), zerobaseone (gunwook) and2ble (zhang hao), tws (kyungmin) + more tba
GUIDELINES ⓘ language/profanity, teasing, random timestamps, maki being way too invested, taki reading things he absolutely should not be reading, dream boy allegations, everyone becoming a little too obsessed with the blog, denial, chaos, and more will be added if any!
COMMET TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST!!!
I WILL BE POSTING A PART EVERY DAY I MIGHT TAKE BREAKS
profiles › one and two
post one — this was supposed to stay private
post two — delete that right now
post three — who gave you the link
post four — maki count your days
post five — dream boy allegations
post six — that's literally taki
post seven — unfortunately he exists
post eight — one reader too many
post nine — i hate coincidences
post ten — STOP LIKING MY POSTS
post eleven — this feels targeted
post twelve — anonymous my ass
post thirteen — not everything is about him
post fourteen — everything is about him
post fifteen — caught in 4k
post sixteen — do not send that
post seventeen — i'm deleting the blog
post eighteen — she is not deleting the blog
post nineteen — that's suspiciously specific
post twenty — bro is smiling at his phone
post twenty one — dream boy material
post twenty two — we know it's you
post twenty three — this cannot be happening
post twenty four — draft saved successfully
post twenty five — please be serious
post twenty six — oh that's a confession
post twenty seven — wait let him cook
post twenty eight — published by mistake
post twenty nine — the boy in my drafts
post thirty — finally posted
TO BE CONTINUED (unreleased chapters may be renamed)
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THE BOY IN MY DRAFTS ⋆˚꩜。 TAKI SMAU
── ˚₊ NEW DRAFT ! you never expected anyone to actually read your anonymous blog.
what started as a small corner of the internet quickly became your personal archive of every relationship you've ever had. the good dates. the bad dates. the embarrassing ones. the ones that almost became something more. and somewhere between old stories and late-night posts, you found yourself writing about your dream boy too.
not a real person, of course.
just someone who existed in your head.
or so you thought.
because after stumbling across your blog, your brother maki can't stop thinking about one thing. every little detail you wrote about your "dream boy" sounds suspiciously similar to his best friend, taki. and once he notices it, he can't unnotice it.
so naturally, he does the only reasonable thing.
he starts bringing taki around more.
what maki doesn't know is that taki has already found your blog. and what started as harmless curiosity quickly turns into a routine he refuses to admit he has. post after post, he keeps finding pieces of himself hidden between your words.
and now he's left wondering.
is it really just a coincidence?
or has he been the boy in your drafts this entire time?
OR IN WHICH a girl runs an anonymous blog reviewing every boy she's ever dated, only for her brother to realize her "dream boy" sounds exactly like his best friend. unfortunately, that best friend has already started reading the blog for himself.
MATCH IN THE MAKING ➜ brother's best friend!taki x fem!reader
THE BOY IN MY DRAFTS ♡ social media au + written, university au, romance, crack, fluff, some angst, slow burn, anonymous blog au, dream boy agenda, accidental matchmaking, strangers to lovers
OTHER READERS ↻ ive's leeseo (as yn's face claim — not shipping), &team (taki, yuma,maki, euijoo, & nicolas) , ive (rei), illit (minju & wonhee), zerobaseone (gunwook) and2ble (zhang hao), tws (kyungmin) + more tba
GUIDELINES ⓘ language/profanity, teasing, random timestamps, maki being way too invested, taki reading things he absolutely should not be reading, dream boy allegations, everyone becoming a little too obsessed with the blog, denial, chaos, and more will be added if any!
COMMET TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST!!!
I WILL BE POSTING A PART EVERY DAY I MIGHT TAKE BREAKS
profiles › one and two
post one — this was supposed to stay private
post two — delete that right now
post three — who gave you the link
post four — maki count your days
post five — dream boy allegations
post six — that's literally taki
post seven — unfortunately he exists
post eight — one reader too many
post nine — i hate coincidences
post ten — STOP LIKING MY POSTS
post eleven — this feels targeted
post twelve — anonymous my ass
post thirteen — not everything is about him
post fourteen — everything is about him
post fifteen — caught in 4k
post sixteen — do not send that
post seventeen — i'm deleting the blog
post eighteen — she is not deleting the blog
post nineteen — that's suspiciously specific
post twenty — bro is smiling at his phone
post twenty one — dream boy material
post twenty two — we know it's you
post twenty three — this cannot be happening
post twenty four — draft saved successfully
post twenty five — please be serious
post twenty six — oh that's a confession
post twenty seven — wait let him cook
post twenty eight — published by mistake
post twenty nine — the boy in my drafts
post thirty — finally posted
TO BE CONTINUED (unreleased chapters may be renamed)
ꫂ᭪݁ affianced - euijoo ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟
ꨄ︎ warnings : none! just heartfelt fluff ♡
ꨄ︎ word count : 700 (roughly)
ꨄ︎ author's note : this idea came to me through divine intervention and i had to write it down immediately. feel like this might be the cutest fic i've written. for my lovely mona, who is actually married to juju already. all support is appreciated, hope u enjoy jokitties 🪽
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⠀⠀ ⠀ ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ 변의주ᰍ໋ ۫ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𖦹⠀ 𓈒 読む⸝⸝ ⟡
OH MY GOSHHH HOLLY PEAKK I NEED MORE LIKE SO BADDD
i’ve been stanning 82 major since debut and i’m still not over them sign has been on repeat 24/7 and i even learned the dance i swear i’ve been doing it all day i love them so much
❤︎❤︎❤︎ 【wang yixiang x f!r】 why do i miss you?
.☘︎ ݁˖ pairing. nicholas x fem!reader
.☘︎ ݁˖ genre. angst, romance, exes to lovers, memory loss au
.☘︎ ݁˖ warnings. amnesia, heartbreak, yearning, happy ending
.☘︎ ݁˖ tags. ex boyfriend nicholas, memory loss, pining, second chance romance, soft nicholas, falling in love twice, happy ending
.☘︎ ݁˖ please don't copy or translate my work. i only write on tumblr.
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nicholas doesn't remember you.
that's the first thing he says when he wakes up in the hospital.
HEYYY I LOVE UR WRITING SM!! are you down for writing a yuma angst? i have an idea on my mind!
hi nonie ⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝
i’d love to hear your idea, so please feel free to send it in. thank you for trusting me with your idea, and i’m looking forward to writing it.
oh my gosh I’m going crazy over this taki clip
❤︎❤︎❤︎【murata fuma x f!r】
wait for me on the other side
☘︎ ݁˖ pairing . murata fuma x fem!reader
☘︎ ݁˖ genre . angst, heartbreak, afterlife au, married couple au
☘︎ ݁˖ warnings . major character death, grief, mourning, discussions of loss, emotional themes
☘︎ ݁˖ tags . husband fuma, widow reader, letter fic, love beyond death, memories of marriage, mourning husband fuma, yearning, bittersweet, emotional hurt, forever and always
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to my husband, my home, my heart, fuma,
the house doesn't feel like a home anymore. it feels like something paused mid breath and forgot how to continue.
❤︎❤︎❤︎【byun euijoo x f!r】
.☘︎ ݁˖ pairing . byun euijoo x fem!reader
.☘︎ ݁˖ genre . fluff domestic fluff newlyweds au
.☘︎ ݁˖ warnings . kissing established relationship
.☘︎ ݁˖ tags . husband euijoo soft euijoo comfort sweetness overload sleepy cuddles domestic moments
.☘︎ ݁˖ please don't copy or translate my work. i only write on tumblr.
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husband❤︎euijoo - who immediately pulls you into his lap whenever you've had a long day. one arm around your waist, the other rubbing slow circles into your back while your head rests beneath his chin. he doesn't even need to say much. he just holds you there, swaying slightly as he hums whatever song happens to be stuck in his head until your shoulders finally relax.