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Worm on a string…

Worm on a string fixation…

It’s telling me I should make an oc based off them

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Thank you for the idea. Our sonas may match.

Will you... will you- will you... pretend I never said anything?

No. Say it or die 😉

Adorable

'yes thats my babygirl princess and i love him and cherish him with all my life and give him all the little kisses' i say as i point to the devil from the Bible

𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮

▷ jjh x reader

▷ 0.5k words, inspired by the platters' only you

a/n: yeah so,,, had to indulge my jaehyun heart a little and i was just feeling this song 🤧😔 (couldn't wait until the jaehyun taylor swift au lmfaoo)

Oooonly yooouuu~ The sweet, deep voice crooned after the guitar, a stark contrast to the weeping that had once filled the apartment.

You whirled around, a stupid grin slapped on your face as you laughed through the tears cascading down the slopes of your cheeks. "You're so—you're so stupid."

Jeong Jaehyun smiled, his dimple deeply indented into his soft cheek. "Stupidly good," he corrected you as he made his way from the vinyl record player and to the couch. You had made yourself into a little cocoon of blankets and snotted tissue paper within the thirty minutes you had arrived home, stood up from your Valentine's date, having called Jaehyun on the way. 

To be completely honest, Jae was pissed that some idiot guy had stood you up, today of all days. He had happily excused himself from his own half-hearted date (a date he only accepted because you were going out) to come home to comfort you. He found you, wallowing in your own despair, all alone. And so he came in and quietly put the record on. 

Jaehyun wrapped his arms around you, blankets and used tissues and all, in greeting. "Hi, darling. How're you doing?"

You sniffled and wondered how he could stand the disgusting amount of snot that you were blowing into your tissue. "Okay," you replied quietly, voice hoarse from the sad amount of bawling you just did while he wasn't here. You thought it was stupid, how much you cried over the bozo who stood you up. "I look… like shit," you laughed, grimacing at the trash littered around you. 

"Your date was shit," he muttered back, suppressing the pure annoyance in his tone. "Why are you moping over him anyway?"

You looked at him, a silent question asking what else you were supposed to do. You had gotten all dolled up, only to get stood up. All of that makeup was gone, that pretty, red dress tossed into the back of your closet. 

(Jaehyun thought you looked good in everything, but the sweats you had on now were making his heart do a few cartwheels, actually.)

Jaehyun made a noise of indignation. "Tsk, no more of this." He suddenly stood, digging into your blankets to grab your hands and haul you up from the couch. 

"Jae—" 

"No," he refused, shaking his head. "I'm not letting you do this to yourself, Yn." He held both of your hands and smiled. (You could have died on the spot from the smile he gave you.) "Dance with me."

With only a little balking, you let him guide you in a gentle sway with your arms hung around his neck and his arms looped around your waist. He tucked his chin into the crook of your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin. 

Then he began to sing. 

"You are my… destiny," he hummed softly, making butterflies soar in your stomach. "When you hold my hand, I understand—"

Every high note reached to tonal perfection, in the specific kind of soft perfection that Jaehyun was.

"—the magic that… you do." 

Jaehyun pulled back for the next line, eyes gazing into yours so deeply you might drown. Sincerity was so stark in his dark irises; every word he sang came from the depths of his heart. "You're my dream come true. My one… and only you."

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𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬

agent!yoon jeonghan x agent!gn!reader

0.7k words; when a mission goes wrong, jeonghan tries to distract himself you by talking about a wedding; mentions of blood/a knife wound/poison, cursing

Yoon Jeonghan thought he was going to throw up, cry, or both; and he wasn't even the one dying. 

"This was not what I thought when I wanted to carry you over the threshold," he mused nervously, angling your body so as to not hit the door frame as he carried you into the safe house. There was a team of paramedics already awaiting your arrival, setting up a clean space to work as well as their medical equipment.

In his arms, your limbs were limp and perspiration dribbled down the sides of your face. You had one hand pressed firmly to your side, preventing even more blood from seeping out of your body—your life force slowly drifting. You managed a weak smile up at Jeonghan's carefully calm face. "You wanted—to get married?" You panted, wincing as you added additional pressure to the wound. 

It had been a mission gone wrong, and in an effort to save Jeonghan, you had stepped in the arc of a poisoned blade. Jeonghan had seen you crumple before him, then his vision had gone red with absolute rage. Now? He was panicking. Yoon Jeonghan did not panic. 

"To you? Fuck yes." He couldn't believe he was talking about this while you were dying in his arms. "Hurry! They're dying for fuck's sake!" He barked at the present medical staff. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, and his eyes darted frantically between the staff and your face. 

"Stay with me, dove," he murmured to you when he saw your eyelids drooping. His vision was blurring slightly, tears pooling in his eyes.

You sucked in a breath and tried to focus on his face, and not the vice-like grip the poison had on your heart. "Well, what's it like? Our wedding?"

Jeonghan gulped. His eyes closed briefly, trying to remain calm enough to tell you what he had envisioned for nights while the two of you were undercover together. "You'd look perfect, as always. This extravagant garment, bouquet of callas and just… pearls."

"Pearls?" You hummed, trying to imagine it yourself. 

He smiled down at you, nodding. Anyone could see the love that shined so deeply in his eyes whenever he looked at you. "Mhm. I was thinking of a pearl engagement ring with diamonds around it. What do you think?"

"Huh," you coughed, groaning when you irritated the wound further. You reigned it all in though when seeing worry flash over his features. "Not—bad. What else?"

Jeonghan's eyes flickered back to the medical staff, who motioned for him to set you down on the bed. He did so, carefully, but swiftly. Finally. One of them murmured for him to continue to distract you and keep you awake for them. He could do that. He could definitely do that.

He knelt down beside your head, so you would face away from the doctors working on your injury. There was… so much blood. Jeonghan swallowed. "It'd be a small thing," he told you, "nothing big. Our families, friends from the academy, that sort of thing. We'd have a live orchestra during the ceremony and a band for the reception."

Hand smoothing over the dampened hair against your forehead, Jeonghan hoped you couldn't feel him shaking. "I was thinking a pagoda over a beach cliff. Something stupidly romantic like that."

"That is stupidly romantic," you rasped, agreeing. You bit your lip, feeling something sting sharply at your injury and twist. 

Jeonghan grabbed your hand and let you squeeze as hard as you needed. "I thought so. And we'd have handwritten vows, of course. Cheol would probably be your Man of Honor."

"You're not wrong." You would have joked about calling him your Maid of Honor instead if you had the strength. 

"And when you walked down the aisle—fuck, I'd probably cry." A tear slipped down the slope of his cheek and you wished you could lift yourself up and kiss it away. 

"Hannie?" Your voice was tight from trying to keep the pain in. Whatever the hell those doctors were doing, you could definitely feel it. 

He nodded, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand. "Mhm?"

"Can we get married after this?"

Jeonghan smiled, genuinely this time, and you saw the light return to his eyes if only for a split second. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips. "God yes—I never thought you'd ask."

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[𝟏𝟏:𝟑𝟐𝐏𝐌] — park sunghoon x gn!reader

0.5k words, fluff, a moment in time w hoon

a/n: i do enjoy writing soft moments a lot more recently tbh :/ kinda weird to not be writing angst all the time tho lol i hope u all aren't tired of the sleepy time drabbles yet jsdbdk

"I didn't know you wore glasses."

Park Sunghoon glanced up from the pages of the book propped open in his lap while his knuckles rested against his lips. It was quite the picture, and you leaned against the doorframe to the bedroom with an ill-concealed smile. 

He chuckled. "Oh, well, I usually wear contacts during the day, but once I've showered, I…" he gestured to the thin, silver lenses seated on his pretty, sculpted nose. The image enhanced with his slightly damp, silver-blond hair just barely hanging over his frames. 

"They look cute on you." You had just finished showering after him, your body clad in a simple T-shirt and pajama shorts. You padded over to the bed and climbed in beside him. "What're you reading?" You mused while slipping under the covers. 

Sunghoon adjusted the blankets, throwing them over you. He rested his right hand over the book to keep his page, but then pulled you into his chest with his other. He hummed, hand running gently over your back. "Just this book."

"Don't be embarrassed. I can read what's on it." You poked his stomach teasingly, your cheek squished against his chest. Your eyes glanced over the words and ink on the pages, but they quickly drifted closed as you let yourself sink into the smell of Sunghoon's body wash lingering all over his skin and clothes. 

All the while, Sunghoon combed his fingers through your wet strands and inhaled the aroma of your shampoo and conditioner. He was addicted to the scent—he'd even made sure to buy you a set of your soaps for his bathroom for moments you wanted to shower here and stay over. (And he hoped you would do it more often, because if he was being completely honest, moments like this he wished he could freeze in time.) 

Sunghoon chuckled softly; he knew you were already settling in for sleep, rather than an evening of reading with him. You'd had a long day. "I'll tell you in the morning, bubs. How about that?"

You yawned, head nuzzling into his chest. "Hm, okay. Read to me though? Your voice is nice."

If you'd seen the pink dusting his cheekbones, you would have never let him live it down. 

Sunghoon cleared his throat. "Oh—sure." 

He skimmed the page for the place he had stopped at when you walked in, but as he opened his mouth to begin reading, his ears picked up the faint sound of your soft, even breathing. He couldn't help the slight tilt of his lips. 

"Sweet dreams," he murmured, brushing the hair from your forehead, then adjusting the blanket draped over you. 

Sunghoon bookmarked his place and set the novel aside, folding up his glasses next to it on the nightstand. He simply couldn't resist curling up with you now. The lights were turned off, the room was doused in serene silence, and Sunghoon gently found his place with you in his arms.

a/n: more cuddles yeah ik 🤕 don't forget to rb and/or tell me ur thoughts !

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I made this duckie with a knife and I would give him a forehead kiss if I were you.. He's not to be messed with.

Little duckies with mommy duckie

Playing it safer than baby proofed cabinets on a crib

It made no sense but idc- playing it safe

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