My Sweet Angel Baby - Tumblr Posts
So, I've been mulling this idea around in my head today for a new OC. His face claim would be Jun from Seventeen. But the character would be a guardian angel (or maybe just an angel - that becomes their partner's guardian angel). But I've thought about that because, like, Seventeen has been my hyperfixation for a bit now. And I feel like the timing for them coming into my life was perfect. I lost my nephew, I found their music and was really giving them a chance, my dad got really sick and could have passed, my grandmother now passing. - I feel like the Kpop gods (lol) have blessed me, and I want to write a character to express that love and appreciation for them. Does that sound stupid? If it does, I'll scrap it, but like - I don't know. (Might even write oneshots to post here!)
BUT THEN I ALSO SEE PICTURES OF HIM THAT HAVE ME LIKE: "DAMN, HE COULD BE A VAMPIRE." My friend Val suggested making the vampire an AU.
BUT YOU GUYS, LOOK AT HIM. 😍 (Pictures taken off Google.)
— i hope it rains (you’re the perfect lullaby) (w.yk)
+ pairing :: wong yukhei + oc:reader
+ genre and warnings :: established relationship au, college au? the setting isn’t super important but i envisioned it as a part of some kind of college setting, fluff, yukhei’s an idiot but wbk
+ notes :: this is the first nct drabble i’m posting!! i’m excited!! if you couldn’t tell xuxi is my babie so i’m v excited to write/post more for him and the other boys :’) feed back would be greatly appreciated!!! shoutout to sarah for listening to me scream about his big ears for months on end
+ more notes :: also! this was a request! i don’t know why i can never tag anyone in text posts but this was requested by kyungwhore!
“You’re such a cuddle slut,” you chuckle, the end of your sentence growing increasingly muffled as Yukhei makes it his mission to have your body as close to his as possible.
He pays your insult no mind; instead, focusing on shifting to the most comfortable position on the couch, though once he’s finished, you would hardly call the position ideal.
His legs are too long, so he has one foot on the far arm of the chair and the other elevated to an absurd angle to accommodate for your legs in between his own. There are far too many pillows on the couch—none of which he bought but he knew that Kun and Taeyong would get a little overzealous with the decorating when he first agreed to room with them—and they take up more space than he does. He took his fluffy blanket to his bed last night so he’s attempting to cover the both of you with the thin throw sheet Taeyong leaves there for decorative purposes; it’s not warm or insulating in the slightest, but it’s okay. It’s okay because you’re there.
“Hm,” he mumbles, tucking his cold hand under your shirt to steal your body warmth. The action makes you hiss and flick his arm; but he’s all tired smiles anyway, “I’m your cuddle slut.”
“Xuxi, why don’t we just nap on your bed?” you propose, feeling him stretch his previously bent knee. But he’s tired and stubborn, and simply cages you in more securely.
“First, to do that, we’d have to get up,” he drawls, voice deep but with a familiar whiny undertone, “Second, I’ll fall asleep first and you’ll ditch me and start doing homework or watching videos of the angry British chef man.”
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