DogsdogsAU-Nigel & Will

You're my Salvation

SEO MOON-JO X READER

⚠️ Warnings: blood, gore, mentions of death, reader is drugged, sexual innuendos, talk of murder and cannibalism, teeth, violence, yandere themes, very obsessive behavior. ⚠️

God, I'm so fucking horny for psychopath dentists

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Sauntering forward clad in a long black shirt and jeans, the man made his way towards the end of the hallway. Walking back and forth awaiting their arrival, he threw the tennis ball up in the air and caught it with the opposite hand, occasionally growing bored of the same motion and then throwing it towards the ground. They were taking a lot longer than he had expected them to. Now drenched in the blood of their previous boyfriend, he wiped at the stray marks on his arm, cringing as it clung to his skin. This was going to be a messy clean-up. He usually wore gloves to protect his otherwise manicured nails, but this was an unsuspected kill. He had no ill-will towards the man, besides from the fact that he had been close to his darling and he couldn't let that happen.

Hearing footsteps resounding towards the stairs by the door, he quickly slipped into one of the rooms of one of the other tenants, room 302. The room was dark compared to the dimly lit hallway. However, everywhere was cold. The summer did nothing to prolong the winter that grew in his heart. You had, though. He had never felt so in love with the possibility of love; casting it aside for most of his life due to his traumatic past and traumatic present. The only thing that got easier as time went on was murder. How funny for something so inhumane to be the most humane part of him. At least in a way, he thought so.

"Moon-jo!" You called out towards the air. Your hair was in a frenzy as your eyes darted back and forth, taking in the terrifying hallway before you. He was lurking somewhere in the shadows and you knew it; you could almost feel his heartbeat in the walls. He lived and breathed this place and it breathed into him, festering and growing into a murderous mindset that he couldn't escape. His story was written on the walls and his aura had seeped into the floorboards. This place never felt safe to you and it sure as hell didn't now.

"I know you can hear me. I know it." You called to the darkness once more, thinking that if you had averted the more argumentative tone that he might appear. He was never pleased when you tried to take control over a situation he deemed to be his. Suddenly, a tennis ball rolled to your feet from the other direction. You picked up the familiar object with hesitation, face contorting in discomfort once you saw the underside of it was coated in a dark red substance.

"Darling." You heard from behind you and stopped all sudden movements. It felt as though your feet had melted into the floor and you were stuck in place, joints growing stiff. What had happened to your confidence when you first came in looking for your partner?

When it hit you as to what happened, it was already too late. Syringe in his hand and his arms around you, your eyes met with your neighbor. His eyes were calm as he dropped to the floor with you, holding you to his chest as you felt the drug take over your senses.

"Hey. Calm down." He said, holding you gently and running his free hand through your hair, dropping the needle. He was glowing almost; the long hair framed his cheekbones and his eyes shone with love as he stared at you. There was blood all over his face and in his mouth which you noticed the moment he cracked that unsettling smile of his that you had grown to hate so much.

Slipping into the void of your mind, you watched the light fade away from the hall. The darkness grew around the two of you until the only thing left in focus was the man who had drugged you. "It's okay now." He said.

That's the last thing you remember. Before waking up in a dingy cinder block room with only one window, you remembered the eyes of Moon-jo which would be an image that would never leave your brain. You took a look around and noticed that you were tied up in a dentist's chair with a table of tools on the side. Wincing at the shooting pain from your wrists, you saw that your hands had been bound to the armrests with duct tape. Other than the fact that it was too tight, you were left unscathed. The darkness from the window signaled that it was nighttime and you had been out for a good couple of hours. How long you had been in there, you had no idea.

"Hello, my love." You heard from the chair next to you. Moon-jo was sitting down still covered in blood from his last kill, hair splayed about his head. He was smiling again, as though this were a normal occurrence between the two of you and that all he had done was ask you what your favorite color was. He watched you look down to his hands and to the weapon he was holding; the axe positioned between his legs shining in the moonlight.

"Please. I don't know what I did to you but I'm so sorry," you began as your eyes started to burn from your headache, "Don't hurt me, Moon-jo."

He looked so pissed now, much to your dismay. He was holding back an immense amount of anger and for what, you weren't sure. Was it not in his plans for you to plead for your life when he had taken you to his lair?

Sighing, he hung his head low before looking up at you with angry eyes. "I would never hurt you."

Never hurt you? What the hell did he mean by that? He had you bound up in a dentist's chair with a bunch of dangerously sharp looking objects sprawled around the two of you. He was a murderer. A cannibal. And he promised to not hurt you?

He smiled. "I know the thoughts that are running through your head right now, but you have to believe me. I would never lay a finger on you in a way that wasn't loving." He laid the weapon against the wall closest to him and held up his hands in a surrender-like position. Although he still looked slightly angry, he was more calm now that he noticed you had settled a bit. You looked around, trying to see if there was anything on the table that you could reach, but there was nothing close enough to touch without him knowing. Turning back to him, you spit in his direction.

"Leave me alone. I hate you." You said with as much anger and intensity as you could muster. He smiled once more.

"This is for us. Everything I do is for us. I killed Mrs. Eom and the others for you. I'm willing to give up everything, including the only life I've ever known. For. You." He lightly ran his finger along the hem of his shirt, his eyes never leaving yours. He jumped up from the chair and made his way to where you were seated as you tried to sink back into the upholstery to get away from him. "How funny, you're still scared of me when I'm close to you."

His hand lightly grazed your cheek and you thought for a moment to bite it to piss him off so you could grab the scalpel by the chair. It wasn't a bad idea and you were just about to act on it until he placed his hand around your neck, holding your chin up to look at him. "Don't even think about it. Or I'll make our engagement rings out of your teeth."

Oddly enough, this calmed you down. You mentally cursed yourself for letting his deep voice soothe you, and for letting him talk you into being content with your current position. If he had wanted to kill you, you had a feeling he would've done so already.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked him once he had removed his soft grip on you. He then sat down on the edge of your chair and placed your hand in his, twiddling with your fingers. For a moment you thought that he might've been reconsidering his previous statement of never wanting to hurt you, and that he was thinking about chopping them off one by one. He looked at you with tired but kind eyes, as kind as a serial killer could get.

"I told you, we're going to be together forever. Even if I have to kill everyone to be with you."

"Why me?"

"You're just as fucked up as I am." He said nonchalantly, as if the idea of murder didn't bother you in the slightest. "You still have those pesky morals of yours but I know what lies inside you."

You gulped and felt your entire body close in on itself. You wanted to get away from him, to run as far as you could from the stupid Eden Residence that ruined your life. You wanted to run to whatever police department would listen to your antics and to lock Seo Moon-jo up behind bars for the rest of his sad and pathetic existence, never allowing him to torture another human being again.

But you didn't. And you knew you wouldn't. Because as much as you hated to admit it, part of you accepted the fact that he was crazy. You accepted it a long time ago and were willing to look past the fact that he wasn't sane. Because a part of you thought that you could someday learn to love him, as much as you hated to admit. He had been adamant about dates before, but you had turned down every one in fear of being met with the monster before you. God, what was wrong with you? You were just as crazy as him.

"I know you're thinking about us," he said, "I can feel it."

"Please let me go." You said, calmer this time with less of a beg. Your wrists were really starting to hurt with the tape on you and you just wanted to wake up from this nightmare. Never having to see him again.

"Don't lie, there's a part of this that turns you on."

Eyes widening in shock, you look towards Moon-jo who had an intense gaze on you. Your silence proved his theory to be right and he chuckled to himself as he went to reach for the axe once again, twirling and twisting the hilt around. He pushed back his hair and revealed the blood on his forehead and a chain around his wrist. Noticing that you were staring, he shook his wrist in a way that the light would refract off of the charms. Teeth.

"These are all yours, love."

Tonguing the back of your mouth in denial, you were horrified to find that there were molars missing from both the top and bottom.

"The one around yours are mine." The chain that was wrapped around your wrist slightly underneath the duct tape held four teeth, all covered in the same red liquid that Moon-jo was covered in. You remembered that when he had drugged you there was a heavy amount of blood coming from his mouth.

Your stomach twisted in knots. Whether it was because of fear or arousal or both, you didn't know.

"Let's have some fun. We have the rest of eternity ahead of us." He said, walking towards you with the most loving look he could muster.

The Sun

Pairing: Johnny Seo x reader

⚠️ Warnings: Extreme amounts of fluff, Johnny's horrible dad jokes ⚠️

(This is just a little drabble, nothing serious I saw the gif and I decided to create a little story to go along with it)

He had recommended a hiking trip. A hiking trip. You hate hiking and he knew it so why would he drag you out here at the ass-crack of dawn so you guys could spend hours suffering in the sun's heat; climbing a small mountain so that you could see the water from above. You were trying your best not to complain, but this was way out of your comfort zone. You don't do well with heat and you have a tendency to get angered easily when temperatures reach above 75°. Johnny knew this, of course, so why would he insist on taking you here?

You gathered your climbing gear and put your boots on, thank goodness you still had the ones your friend Haechan gave you tucked away in your closet. He knew Johnny was an avid hiker, someone who relished in the sun and loved long, strenuous walks to see the world from a different perspective. Johnny was everything that you weren't, but he still managed to accept you as one of his closest friends. You had met him through Mark, your co-worker at the jeweler's place downtown, over a couple milkshakes and Scott Pilgrim at his apartment. It was then that you saw everything Johnny Suh had to offer to the world and fell in love with him.

He had caught your gaze in that little apartment when he sat across from you on the couch. It was your favorite scene in the movie (when Todd comes out as a Level 7 vegan) and he had conveniently placed two straws up his nose and pretended he was a walrus. Usually, you would've thought he was being childish but he was just so gosh darn cute that you couldn't help the smile that broke out on your face. He considered his act a triumph, and continued to exclaim just how amazing he was for the rest of the night for getting you to smile over his walrus joke. That night for you was spent gawking over Johnny from your end of the couch, Mark in the middle with his gaze fixed on the television, seemingly unaware of your newfound infatuation. You wanted to observe him for as long as you could and try to understand how he was able to capture your gaze so easily. He had caught you a few times but you proceeded to shy away and catch glimpses of the movie every now and then in hopes he wouldn't notice just how long you had been staring at him. Little did you know, he was doing the same.

"Just a little further, (Y/N). I can see the peak of the hill from here!" Johnny called to you from above, holding onto the rope that connected the two of you and pulling you up to the next platform. By this point, you had been climbing for over a half hour, sweat was clinging to your shirt and your feet felt as though they had blisters permanently etched into your skin. You let out a sigh of relief as you gained your balance and climbed the last hurdle to get to where Johnny was. You managed not to complain (you didn't want Johnny to think you were lame) as you hoisted yourself up, looking at the view before you.

Immediately, you understood why he was so adamant about climbing. The view was beautiful, it felt as though you were on top of the world and you could reach out for the sky and touch it if you tried. The mountain sloped downward into a long, winding river that stretched out into the horizon of the sun, trees pointed towards the fixed point in the sky. You let out a breath of awe and turned to look at the man next to you.

And he was more beautiful than the view.

Everything about him was breathtaking, the way he smiled at you without a care in the world and the way his hair flopped around with the slight breeze. The way his shoulders relaxed and he let out his arms and tilted his head towards the sky, his mouth open catching invisible snowflakes. You laughed with him.

Just then he grabbed you from behind, pulling you into a tight hug. "Thank you for climbing with me, I know you really hate it." He booped you on the nose (His form of affection as you learned throughout the years of knowing him) and he smiled so hard that his lips almost reached his eyes.

You sat there for a moment, his hands holding yours and staring at each other. You were about to pull away until he leaned down and placed his lips on yours. Surprised, you leaned into the touch and kissed him back, the adrenaline coursing through your veins from being up so high and then from Johnny expressing his feelings for you.

Once you let go for a breath of air, he smiled again, something that you could get used to seeing for the rest of time.

He leaned in and whispered "You rock."

Pun intended

All I Need

NIGEL BANYAI X READER ⚠️ Warnings: None ⚠️

You're wandering the streets of Bucharest at night when you come face-to-face with your "ex" husband, Nigel. There's a rekindling- even if only for a moment- where you realize he might be more intertwined in your life than you'd thought.

Disconcertment washes over your face like a flood when you see him walking forwards, in that haunting but familiar walk you'd grown used to. He was polished, as per usual, adorned with a dog printed button down and a cigarette lax between his teeth. The protruding fold of his shirt would be incomprehensible to passerby who didn't know of his hobbies, but to you, it was the imprint of a gun.

His eyes shifting up from the road he was walking down and meeting yours held you in a trance. There was something to be studied about the man's eyes; so full of agonizing self-inflicted sorrow that shone through the very core of his being and simmered into the rest of the world through his gaze. He was deeply saddened. But it was all under a mask of his he wore to wind through the mindless crowds so that there wasn't anything about his character to be discovered unless he'd wanted you to. His cheekbones shone under the streetlights with their summery glow making waves of blues and pinks and greens with the lights from overhead in the city. He was a Monet painting come to life, a landscape of colors washing away everyone else and drawing you inwards to where he stood, finally stopping amidst a puddle from rain fallen this morning. He was beautiful. But he was also dangerous.

You had finally stopped running from him long ago. That sadness he contained within himself had become ever so apparent throughout your relationship and spilled over into everything else. He tormented himself so deeply that it was only a matter of time before he tormented you.

Never with his touch, no. His touch had always been careful, predetermined. He would never have laid a hand on you that wasn't accepting or invited by the warmth in your features and your verbal acknowledgement. Even after long arguments where you'd fallen asleep on your side of the bed, turned away from him, he would caress you only with his mind.

Instead, his torment was his love. There was too much of it, too little of a mutual understanding of what was wrong and what was right. He had been too suffocating in his eternal vows to protect you and love you. And with this time period in your life- this new one you'd created for yourself- you couldn't suppress your desires of freedom. You'd allowed him to love you and whisk you away with his promises (which he'd kept, of course), but you'd never been able to experience the world, let alone the streets of Bucharest in the way you'd always wanted to- on your own.

But you had loved him. There was no denying that.

And despite all your efforts to push him away; to ask him to take his love and give it to someone more deserving, someone who'd understand his suffocating requests of social isolation and relationship devotion, he was always finding his way back to you. His heart seemed to have a mind of its own which never coincided with the work he performed or the crimes he'd commit.

And here you were, by the famous Hostel off the side streets of tourist-populated areas, staring at one another. Both of you with the impression that the other was a work of art, staring into one another's souls as if they had painted the landscapes themselves. You heard the faint chatter of those nearby; the drunks walking back home from a night out, stumbling over their feet and laughing with their partners holding them up. The children who'd been playing hopscotch despite their parent's wishes at this hour in the night. The sound of the rain from earlier dripping off the rooftops and onto the parked cars below. And through all the commotion, it was just Nigel and you.

He offered something to you that most people would never see in their lifetime from a man like him. A smile.

You sent one back through slightly teary eyes, hoping for a minute he would look into you the way you were looking into him and that he would understand your internal dismay. You'd never loved like you loved him. Ever. And that would be true for the rest of your life. Your relationship had been an amalgamation of every emotion and he brought out sides of you that you'd never prepared yourself to confront. It was beautiful. It was bittersweet. And it was over.

He knew. He knew you'd wanted nothing more than your freedom, which was the one thing he didn't know how to give you. Not even now. He knew it was at the expense of your own happiness, but he couldn't help himself to follow you around Bucharest even if you hadn't caught him in the act of doing so, such as tonight. He wanted to be in your life anyway you would let him and even though the former was preferred, he was okay with learning how to live on the outskirts of your heart while you lived on the very insides of his.

He'd follow you around Bucharest and he'd follow you around the world.

You shifted in your jacket, despite the summer air. Your eyes had gone from his to the subway opening a couple yards away, where you'd initially been heading. There was your apartment waiting for you, where you'd have your own melancholic isolation. It was a hop skip and a jump away from the man who'd been your husband for all the years prior.

An image came into your head just then. One of a faraway place, tucked into the crevices of your mind so far back you'd almost forgotten its existence entirely. A cool night in your city where he'd gone on a walk with you, wearing the same jacket you had on now. You had chopped your hair and dyed it bright orange following the news of your father's death. It was just a silly coping mechanism to you, but Nigel had smiled when he'd walked into your shared apartment and saw the brightly colored hair littering the floor tiles. He'd suggested a walk to get some fresh air, under the rainbow colored lights you'd grown so fond of.

That night, you were looking at the snowflakes falling from above, threatening them with your tongue to catch them in your mouth and have them melt against your lips. They refracted against the colors in the sky, a light magenta touching the clouds as far as the eyes could see. Shimmery eyeshadow caught in the corners of your eyes, making them appear to be even more wet and filled with sorrow than they were. Nigel was here for you though, admiring the way you turned around in the snow, over and over again as if you were the little dancing figurine hidden in a jewelry box.

He'd held you close to him as you cried the eyeshadow in streaks of black down your face, the orange seeming less bright and the snow feeling more cold. You hadn't felt the totality of his admiration for you until this night, where his hug wasn't more than just that. Before his presence became a prison. He smiled at you, one of those toothy grins only he was capable of managing.

And then, he let go. This was the only time he'd done so on his own accord, almost leaving you fighting to be back in his embrace. He turned to the subway, then to you and back to the subway before leaning in with a kiss,

"urmează-mă și te voi săruta."

And then he went racing off into the night towards the never stopping trains ahead. Smiling, you ran after him. Eyes still wet with the tears for your father and hair still orange from the impulsive chop. The wind whipped through it, leaving you with a coldness on the back of your neck you weren't used to. It felt freeing, though. Your first taste of freedom. Running after him, you saw the water from the other side of town, touching the sky and creating more of the pinky-blue color that Bucharest was full of. The snow crunched under your feet as you placed one in front of the other before the soles of your shoes hit the concrete steps leading underground. Nigel was only a few meters away, sliding down the poles in his dog button down he favorited.

And then suddenly you came to a halt as you crashed into him, stopping the chase almost as soon as you'd started it, in the middle of the busy underground station. You'd lost your balance ever so slightly but he held you upright, not letting you fall.

And suddenly your eyes were on his. There was such a beautiful agony within them. There was far more to this man than you'd ever know and his love would have no bounds. He was soft in the way he stared at you, mouth pressed into a smile as he really took you in with everything you were. Nothing was lost in translation as you looked at him, his soul instantly filling your own. Everything was slowing down but the two of you, seemingly lost in time to the rest of the world with the passing trains and people.

"I will never stop looking for you." He whispered softly. voice suddenly laced with concern.

You were confused, looking up at the man you'd known you'd be with for infinity. "I'm right here?" You questioned, wondering what the significance of his words could mean, if they were laced with an underlying hidden message as concealed as the man's identity himself.

He smiled once more. "I will never stop looking for your kind of love." He corrected himself and you felt your insides go fuzzy with a warm and loving feeling.

You smiled from across the street, towards the same junction you'd run down the first time he'd proposed a nighttime walk. This could get you into a lot of trouble, to hint at the idea of a potential rekindling with the man known to be a criminal. The man who'd offered you nothing but love, even if there was a side of toxicity it'd been served with.

It was at that moment that you deeply felt the confines of your freedom without him- and it felt suffocating.

You both locked eyes once again, and he had a look on his features as though he'd been reminiscing about the same memory. It was impossible for him to truly still want something with you after all this time, wouldn't it be? You had pushed him away countless times, over and over. Whenever you'd seen him in public since the official ending of everything, you'd never spared him more of a glance.

Fuck it.

"urmează-mă și te voi săruta." You whispered under your breath, figuring the future would be in whether or not he could read your lips, if he would have remembered that time from so long ago, if he still wanted to be with you. A tear fell from your eye and cascaded down your cheek almost as silently as you'd spoken his phrase, "Find me, and I will kiss you."

Not even a second later, you both sprinted towards the subway.

IN-BETWEEN DAYS

Carl Grimes x Reader

⚠️ Warnings: language ⚠️

The light was so bright it hurt your eyes.

The smell of the hospital room was one you'd never forget. It was your dad's last moments, after all, and the place reeked of death and old perfume. You tried your best to focus on something as silly as the smell to keep you distracted from the scene that was playing out before you. Your dad, lying helpless and stating up at the ceiling as a flurry of doctors rushed around the room and around his bed, yelling incoherent sentences to the others before beginning the procedure. You knew it wouldn't work. He was already gone.

The same light that seemed so bright to you left his eyes and a hoarse sigh escaped his lips. He died smiling and you knew it was purely because he saw your mother waiting for him on the other side.

...

Your father never had to live in this apocalyptic world, which was a good thing. He had died of a heart attack a few years back and you focused on keeping yourself alive throughout all the chaos surrounding you. You were a different person now then you were back then. You wondered if he'd be proud of the shitty decisions you've made leading up to this point; the way you had to teach yourself how to fight and kill, never letting anyone into your heart and break down your walls. That is until you met Carl.

You had been an orphan after your father's death, going in and out of orphanages and foster homes until the apocalypse hit. You found yourself all alone after that and did your best with what you could to survive with what you had. You had met Rick's group along the way, finding out later that they had just lost their last shelter which apparently was a prison not to far from where you were stationed. An old treehouse.

Why you were remembering your past at a time like this, you didn't know why. You just felt especially nostalgic today of all days and you were reminded of your father because Carl had found one of your favorite CD's while out on a run- The Cure.

Your father had also enjoyed The Cure and it felt even more painful to listen to it today, because of the nostalgia and the fact that you were finally starting to enjoy bits and pieces of what was left of the world without him. You felt guilty. Guilty for letting him die.

No. It wasn't your fault.

But it felt like it.

You pet Carl's hair as he laid in your lap, eye closed and lost in thought as you both listened to the song 'In Between Days' by The Cure. You weren't sure what he was thinking about, but part of you felt as though he was reliving his past and overthinking the his actions too. It was songs like these that made you feel your past creeping up on you again. You didn't mind thinking about your past. Your father had been sick for a very long time. You had killed people before but you would do it all over again to save those you cared about. You wondered if Carl felt the same.

He didn't let anyone into his head. He never had a problem showing emotion around you, he just preferred to lay in your lap as you both reminisce of the way things were before and you glide your fingers through his messy locks of hair. It calmed you as well, being able to hold him in that way, a way he wouldn't let anyone else.

The winter was colder, so often times Carl would make his way over to where you were sitting on the couch and lay his head down in your lap looking for the comfort that only you could give him. Sometimes he'd fall asleep on you but you didn't mind. You were an insomniac anyways, so having something as soothing as Carl's short and heavy breathing as you lied awake helped you relieve the tension of the day.

"Are you still awake?"

The blue eyed boy looked up at you, finally opening his eyes and letting a tear slip down his cheek. He looked beautiful that way. His eyes were stormy and the light shining in through the windows of your living room cast shadows across his face and made his freckles seem electrified.

"Yes." Was all you replied with. It was all you could reply with since you were still zoned out.

He moved so he was sitting next to you on the couch and eased you down onto his lap so he could return the loving gesture. You made yourself comfortable against the cold denim of his jeans and felt his hands run through your (H/L), (H/C) hair.

"(Y/N), I don't know if I've told you this before, but Robert Smith is a wonderful musician. I can see why you and your dad liked him so much." He said, as you started to fall asleep against him.

"Yeah. He really is. This song reminds me of you."

"How so?"

You sighed. "It's a beautiful irony. Isn't it? The song seems so happy and uplifting at first glance, but there's so much meaning behind the lyrics and the more you think about them the sadder the story gets. But it is also beautiful. It's beautiful in the way that it reminds you of all the times you felt infinite, the times your heart was broken, and the overwhelming sense of being forgotten but then remembering how meaningful love is."

He was silent for a moment before he spoke "I've never had someone understand me on a level that emotional before. It's kind of nice being around you. I don't have to say anything and you've already got me all figured out. It's why I love you."

You felt the importance of his words flow through your mind and travel down every part of your body. It was so nice to be told you're loved and not from your parents. You weren't sure if there was a greater feeling then that of being loved. And you were loved by Carl so it was extra special.

"I love you too Carl."

And with that, you drifted off to sleep, Robert Smith filling your ears with happiness and Carl underneath you, rubbing small circles in your hair and making you feel infinite. You only felt infinite with Carl. Next time you listened to this song, you knew you would be reminiscent of this moment.

(Gifs aren't mine, sorry the story was so short it's currently 4:00 am and I am on day #2 without sleep)

Why is no one talking about the scene in volume one where Eddie literally dies in the upside down for like 2 minutes before being brought back to life by Steve’s mystical tears like in Tangled. And then they made out

The amount of people I've met that said this was Moonjo's best line...

HARRY POTTER

Draco Malfoy:

Nightcall: You and Draco enjoy bending and breaking the rules when it means you get to see each other. Sometimes, all you need is a night shared between the two of you to run through the halls of Hogwarts.

(Romance/Slight crack/Fluff)

My absolute favorite fanfictions- especially the dragon fruit Hyunjin ones, they're classics. 💛🦐

Stray Kids ↬ M.List ☆

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❥  Bang Chan ↬ 

Roses are Red Au Type: [royal au, fantasy au] | Word Count: 11.2k Summary: Royal Gardener Christopher Bang only ever wanted to make music all his life, but being orphaned due to a senseless war against the Fire Nation left him at the hands of the kingdom to decide his fate. When tending to some of the many royal roses one day, he happened upon the kingdom’s princess, Y/n, and love at first sight was quite the understatement. However, what they are both unaware of is that she may already be betrothed to another…

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Lavender Fire Au Type: [fantasy au, witch/magic au] | Word Count: 4.8k Summary: After being kidnapped and dropped off at the forbidden Lavender Hill, witch Y/n wanders into an abandoned mill and has a fateful encounter. 

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Smoke and Mirrors  Au Type: [wizard of oz au, love triangle] | Word Count: TBD Summary: Y/n L/n is the other girl from Kansas. She lives on a small, quiet farm with her Aunt and Uncle, and goes through the same routine everyday: go to school, tend to the crops, feed the chickens, help with dinner, do homework, lights out. Sometimes hang with her best friend, Hwang Hyunjin, along with his adorable sidekick Kkami. But lately, things have been rather odd in her small town. Besides the abnormal amount of storms cropping up despite the time of year, she can’t seem to get a strangely familiar voice out of her head that comes to her in dreams– and when one of those bizarre tornadoes hits a little too close to home, everything changes.

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Spinning Fate Au Type: [1,001 nights au] | Word Count: 528 Summary: A short drabble based off the Stories of 1,001 Nights, also known as Arabian Nights. When Y/n is selected to be the next wife of the misogynistic King Minho, it’s up to her quick wit and love of stories to save not only herself, but the entire kingdom as well.

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❥  Seo Changbin ↬

In The Air | Teaser Au Type: [mythology au, cupid au] | Word Count: TBD Summary: Y/n is a simple college student living in Seoul. She doesn’t have many friends, minus her family friend Minho of twelve-odd years, and living at home after 20 in order to help run your family’s business can be a real pain in the neck…especially when you have an obsessive helicopter parent of a mother that’s always breathing down your neck. But that all changes when a mysterious note finds its way to her front door. And when a bizarre man claiming to be cupid shows up, things only get weirder. (Check out Teaser for more information.)

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Pushing Up Daisies Au Type: [college au, secret admirer/stalker au] | Word Count: 4.7k Summary: There aren’t many things that have ever caught Seo Changbin off guard quite like the enigma that is transfer student Y/n L/n. Not knowing how to handle his newfound feelings, he takes matters into his own hands…in a peculiar way no one else would kindly agree with: hiding in the shadows.

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❥  Hwang Hyunjin ↬ 

Love in Times New Roman Au Type: [college au, secret admirer au] | Word Count: 8k Summary: It’d started with the most meddlesome English assignment ever, then spiraled into something more: a secret admirer, a letter, and a nefarious scoundrel of a roommate named Han Jisung. Throw in a future magician by Felix the Great, a couple of squadmates, some Rainbow Confetti, and a dinosaur professor stuck in a hopeless romantic past. What could possibly go wrong? → Only everything.

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Sunrise | (Prologue/Teaser) Au Type: [beauty and the beast au] | Word Count: 26k (ongoing) Summary: Y/n and childhood friend Rei are traveling merchants that work hard in order to support their families and escape the prospects of marriage. After running into a stranger by the name of Han Jisung and winding up in a place she shouldn’t be, she finds herself at the steps of a an old palace in an abandoned village…and the secrets that it’s kept locked away from long ago.

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Young Au Type: [carnival date au] | Word Count: 1.5k Summary: A short and sweet carnival date with your boyfriend, Hwang Hyunjin, who wanted to surprise you with some alone time.

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❥  Han Jisung ↬

Braked, Trifled Au Type: [slice of life, college au] | Word Count: 1.5k Summary: Y/n and college friend Junyong had just wanted to pick up some snacks for a fellow friend’s surprise party; the last thing they were expecting was to wind up in a fender-bender with local enemy Han Jisung.

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Starry-Eyed Au Type: [college au, theater au] | Word Count: 1.1k Summary: While shooting a group final project for theater, Y/n recounts the nostalgic memories of Han Jisung, as well as her ever-growing emotions.

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Vibe So Hot Au Type: [neighbor au, prank war au] | Word Count: 11.7k Summary: Y/n and F/n have been dreaming of the day they’d own their own house since the fifth grade. No more rules, no more worries…that is, until they grew up and found out there’s more to life than simply sneaking dips in the cookie jar. And that the most annoying nuisance not even life could have prepared them for— Han Jisung— lives just twenty feet away. When their unfavorable neighbor and crew takes one step too far, it’s no longer a matter of calling the cops or putting up with the vexingly irritating boy next door; it’s a declaration of war. 

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❥  Lee Felix ↬

Love My Game Au Type: [gamer au, love triangle feat. Park Jisung, NCT Dream] (cancelled, reboot TBD) | Word Count: TBD Summary: (TBA with reboot)

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Plush Hearts & Silver Linings Au Type: [college au, build-a-bear au] | Word Count: TBD Summary: Lee Felix and Co. have been moonlighting at build-a-bear workshop ever since their first semester of college. Felix likes to think he’s on top of just about everything that goes on both in the shop and other areas of his life; so when the curious Y/n shows up working as a teacher’s assistant for an elementary class field trip, one can imagine his surprise…and the fact that they’ll have to keep each other’s secret.

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Vividly Au Type: [college au, poetry au] | Word Count: 1.1k Summary: College student Lee Felix just wants to impress the girl of his dreams, but things get rather complicated when you aren’t as good with words as you’d like to be.

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❥  Kim Seungmin ↬

light switch | light switch 2 (cancelled) Au Type: [yandere au, school au] | Word Count: 19k Summary: It happened one fateful day after school; Y/n had just been cleaning up the classroom when school delinquent Kim Seungmin arrived. What happens after is an inclining friendship and a declining sense of safety; not just for Y/n, but for those around her as well.

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Smoke and Mirrors Au Type: [wizard of oz au, love triangle] | Word Count: TBD Summary: Y/n L/n is the other girl from Kansas. She lives on a small, quiet farm with her Aunt and Uncle, and goes through the same routine everyday: go to school, tend to the crops, feed the chickens, help with dinner, do homework, lights out. Sometimes hang with her best friend, Hwang Hyunjin, along with his adorable sidekick Kkami. But lately, things have been rather odd in her small town. Besides the abnormal amount of storms cropping up despite the time of year, she can’t seem to get a strangely familiar voice out of her head that comes to her in dreams– and when one of those bizarre tornadoes hits a little too close to home, everything changes.

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Verdant Elegy Au Type: [barista au, floral au, poetry] | Word Count: 1.1k Summary: Before clocking into work one morning, Kim Seungmin recalls a harsh reality, and later, faces a bittersweet truth.

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❥  Yang Jeongin ↬

Everything’s Coming Up Roses Au Type: [cult au, florist au, time travel au] | Word Count: TBD Summary: Normalcy. That’s all Y/n had asked for. But apparently that’s impossible when you fall in love with a boy who runs a flower shop by day that covers for a cult base at night; and when, next thing you know, you’re falling through the sky…

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A Floral Memoir Au Type: [flower shop au, friends to lovers au] | Word Count: 3.9k Summary: A flashback of growing up together prompts Y/n to make a decision about her future.

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Rain Season Au Type: [nostalgia, friends to lovers au] | Word Count: 1.1k Summary: In which Y/n meets up with long-time friend Yang Jeongin after he embarks on his quest to become an idol.

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Timestamps

♫ Bang Chan: [오후 11:02]

♫ Lee Know, Minho: [오후 2:51] | [오후 8:24]

♫ Seo Changbin: [오전 12:30]

♫ Hwang Hyunjin: [오후 12:03]

♫ Han Jisung: [오전 1:38]

♫ Lee Felix: [오후 10:14]

♫ Kim Seungmin: [오후 8:01]

♫ Yang Jeongin: [오후 6:28]

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Stories & Oneshots feat.SKZ

☆ Dark Rising - NCT 127′s Johnny, supernatural au (cancelled)  ☆ Glasses - NCT Dream’s Jaemin, yandere au, mafia au ☆ Riddle Me This - NCT Dream’s Chenle, detective au (cancelled)

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BONUS ↬ Dragon Fruit Saga 

(Crack blurbs requested anonymously(?) by my wack friends :)) Feel free to join and send in some requests, just keep it PG-13)

In which Hyunjin punches you with dragon fruit…

In which Hyunjin kills you with dragon fruit…

In which Hyunjin sends you dragon fruit…

In which Hyunjin must choose between you or dragon fruit…

In which Jisung is scared of dragon fruit…

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hello im here

Terry + dino nuggies + horror movies = perfection

-🦤

"Can We Enjoy Our Nuggets Without the Threat of Death in the Background?"

Kang Taehyun X Reader

⚠️ Warnings: swearing, mentions of gore, play fighting, death of chicken dinosaurs ⚠️

Hope you enjoy this babe, I made it with love 💛

The dino nuggets in the back of the freezer taunted you from afar. The familiar green and yellow colors of the rectangular box called out to you in a way that was reminiscent of a child wanting formula. This was a need, not a want. This wasn't just a desire, it was addiction.

Pushing aside the other contents of the chilled box, you reach and reach and reach in an attempt to grab the delicious looking dinosaurs with their faces graphically printed on their nugget bodies. Your fingers just barely graze the box when suddenly you are violently shoved aside and your body makes contact with the tile of the kitchen.

"Taehyun, what the literal fuck." You exclaim, more pissed off than anything else. You were so close you could taste the wonderful exquisiteness of the ketchup colliding with the Jurassic treats.

"I saw you." He says, sauntering over to you wearing nothing but galaxy printed boxers and a Ramones T-shirt that was too big for his midsection. "You were trying to cook the nuggets without me."

The statement was true. They had been Taehyun's treats that he picked up from the grocery store the night before; his eyes bright and wild and hair wet from running in the rain, all in an attempt to buy a bottle of champagne but instead found the dinosaurs. He planted them directly on the kitchen counter and looked you dead in the eyes. "If you touch these," he said, waving the box of goodies in the air, "I will jump off the roof faster than the pig with wings in the baked beans commercial."

Cut to him finding you guilty, caught red-handed.

"I would never do such a thing." You looked back at the counter and he stepped in front of the box, concealing the happy little dinosaurs from your view. This made you angry and you prepared yourself for a fist fight. This was the modern day Hunger Games and you would be Katniss Everdeen shooting Taehyun with your arrows, watching as he cried while you ate them. This was your world and he was just living in it. He had to be reminded.

Lunging for his side of the counter, you wrap your arms around his torso and squeeze as hard as you can while reaching for the dinos. Stepping on both of his feet, you feel the coolness of the box graze your fingertips once more before you're thrown back onto the floor with him on top of you, wrestling you down so that you can't have them. "I told you, they're mine!" He says, tickling your sides until you "give up" and call a truce. Getting off of you, he makes his way back to his spot but you manage to jump and tackle him from behind, grabbing the box out of his hands and triumphantly holding them above your head. He sinks to his knees.

"(Y/N). Please please please let me have them. I need them. I really truly do."

You thought for a moment before a lightbulb turned on in your head. "Alright," you said, teasing him with the dinos, "I'll allow you to share them with me on one condition."

Perking up, Taehyun wipes his fake tears with his hands and looks up at you will wide eyes. "What?! I'll do anything!"

You smiled. "You have to watch a scary movie with me."

Taehyun screams and jumps up off the floor and onto the counter on all fours, staring at you as though you just shot a puppy. Pulling on his hair with his hands, he looks like a maniac. "No no no no no you know I hate scary movies." He says in between harsh gasps and fake sobs.

You pull out a plate with a duck on it and start to evenly space the frozen foods, putting them into the microwave and letting them cook. Taehyun is still on the counter and eyeing you as though you're a supervillain. Watching him to make sure he doesn't try anything funny, you wait until you hear the beep of the machine signalling that your food was done. Taking it out and watching the nuggets steam was like watching the most beautiful waterfall. Dino nuggets most definitely had to be one of the seven wonders of the world, you were sure.

Handing Taehyun one nugget, you watch him scarf the entire thing down hot without ketchup. "I want more." He says, holding out his hand expecting you to place another nugget in his palm.

"Ah ah ah," you say, guarding the unsuspecting dinos with your life, "Scary movie. Remember?"

....

Looking through your collection of horror movies in your fancy glass cabinet, you search for one that Tae would never agree to watching unless it was for food. You had the basics, The Conjuring, The Shining, Sinister, but nothing was standing out to you in particular. Your boyfriend would find every single one of them absolutely terrifying, but you wanted to find one that would really get under his skin.

And what better movie to get under the skin than Saw?

Taehyun slowly walked into the living room, blanket already wrapped around his entire body and head. Only his eyes were seen through the heavy duty sheets and they looked horrified. A singular lock of hair peeked out from said blanket and swayed with the wind when your boyfriend sat down on the soft cushions of the couch. His eyebrows were furrowed as he pouted, probably due to the fact that you had forced him into this if he wanted to savor his dino nuggets.

"Okay Tae Tae," you said, placing the disc into the DVD player and watching it load on the screen, "You're gonna hate this." Smiling, you plop down on the couch next to him and move in so that you share the warmth of his blanket. He wraps it around you and huddles against you in fear as he prepared himself for the movie you put on.

"Saw? Really?"

"Shhh just enjoy it."

A couple of moments pass before you decide to look up at Taehyun who was staring at the screen with the same intensity as when you had first stolen his nuggets. His mouth was slightly agape and his lips were turned downwards in pure horror. However, the only part of the movie that he had seen so far was the opening credits.

"Tae?" You ask, trying to get his attention. "Tae?"

His head turns to meet your gaze and his expression of pure terror never leaves his face. "What?"

"Are you okay?"

He gulps and watches the opening of the first scene before he passes out. His head hits the back of the couch and on impact, a burst of red flies from his head behind him onto the wall. Screaming, you throw back the blanket and watch in horror as your boyfriend's blood dripped from the wall where it had hit.

"Taehyun!" You screamed again, not knowing what to do. Just then, he lifted his head up with a grin on his face. He no longer seemed scared but instead triumphant as he reached for a dino nugget and dipped it in the blood by his head.

"It's ketchup. Payback from earlier." He says, lifting up his nugget like a chalice of the finest wine as if to propose a toast to your losing and eats it. Meanwhile, you were still freaking out in the corner.

"You are such an asshole." You glare at him with the most hateful expression you could muster.

He shrugged his shoulders and took another nugget off the plate, dipping it into the ketchup once more, only this time he used what had spurt out onto the wall. "You may have won the battle but you didn't win the war, (Y/N)."

Sighing, you go to sit back next to him on the couch. "Touche." You snuggle back up into him and the two of you continue to watch the movie in peace. Taehyun leans in for a kiss and smiles at you.

"I'm sorry, that was mean." He looks at you with all the love in his heart and you instantly forgive him. You just want to put him in his place again.

"Yeah almost as mean as this." You say, popping the last flavorful dinosaur into your mouth and swallowing it.

"NOOOOOOOO!"

"You may have won the battle, but you didn't win the war Taehyun." You say, laughing at his outburst.