Someone Should Send Me Prompts And Ideas For Drabbles!!!

Someone should send me prompts and ideas for drabbles!!!

right now i'm writing for seventeen

i’m convinced that being put in a headlock by mingyu would solve all my problems

Tiger Boy

Hoshi x F!Reader

Word count:470-ish

Author note: I'm new to writing, sorry if this bad, I appreciate feedback

It's quiet when you enter your apartment, way too quiet. Soonyoung was supposed to be coming home from his oversea schedule today, so you expected him to be waiting for you as he usually is, but hes not in the living room as you enter. 

“Soonie! Im home” you start to head towards your shared room after not getting any answer.

As you reach for the door knob you realize you hear something coming from your room, you crack the door open slightly, the main light is off, the lamp in the corner turned on. As you open the door more and start to come in you finally see him.

“What are you doing?!” your voice scares the man as you see him quickly turn towards you, his face turning a shade of red.

“Nothing, absolutely nothing!” he says defensively.

You honestly can't believe your eyes as you look at him standing there in the middle of your room, his eyes wide like he'd been caught doing something bad, a slow smile makes its way to your face as you really take the man in. 

Your tiger obsessed soonyoung standing there in a tiger onesie, his camera set up in front of him recording what you’ll assume is a tiktok. No makeup on, his hair is a little messy and now his face slowing going crimson at being caught. You giggle softly as you approach him, your hands going to cup his cheeks as he puts at you.

“Don't laugh at me” he pouts. 

“What are you doing my tiger boy?” you're teasing him, he can tell by the way you call him tiger boy. His pout deepens “I was making a video, wanted to show off my tiger onesie” he pulls your hands from his cheeks “Stop teasing me, I don't like it”. You make a face at him that says you know he's lying. 

“Is this what you do when I'm not home? Take videos of yourself in our bedroom almost in complete darkness, it's kinda creepy Soonyoung.” He looks at you face deadpan but his blush is still there “When you say it like that I sound weird”. 

You kiss his cheek softly “I'm only teasing tiger boy, i think it's actually kinda cute”. He smiles at the affection “Missed you” he says softly. “Missed you to tiger boy, now get ready for bed.”

He smiles wide as he looks at you “ can i wear it to bed?” “you're gonna complain you're too hot in the middle of the night soonie.” 

“I won't, I promise” he looks at you all puppy eyed. You sigh “fine”.

And true to what you said 3 hours later, soonyoung was indeed too hot.

paranormal / opposites attract

san yawns as he walks into the dining room, shirt still untucked and tie hanging loosely over his shoulders. in his right hand is a mug of coffee and in his left a pile of mail. he takes a sip, passing the envelopes to an already immaculately dressed hongjoong. you hear seonghwa sigh as he pushes his chair back, standing gracefully before making his way over to the butler. the tired man doesn’t even question it when seonghwa spins him around to finish dressing him, although you do catch him send an irritated looking glance to the werewolf who can’t help but snicker at the scene before him. in yeosang’s eyes its fair game; he too had been dressed by seonghwa before breakfast, as had you.

you reach over to steal a strawberry from hongjoong’s plate whilst his attention is focused on the letters in hand. he barely spares you a passing glance as you pop the fruit into your mouth and bite down, simply rolling his eyes as he rips into an envelope.

“anything for me?” you say mid-chew, only to be cut off by a dramatic sigh from seonghwa.

“finish eating before you talk, lamb,” he scolds as his fingers work on finishing off san’s tie, “no one wants to see what’s inside your mouth.”

yeosang’s giggles grow a little louder before promptly shifting to silence when your foot comes into contact with his shin. you ignore the glare he shoots at you, giving him a kind smile in return, showing yourself as the picture of innocence. no doubt the second you’re excused from the table he’ll have you pinned to your favourite rug, growling at you from where his body hovers above yours. you can only hope your ghoul is preoccupied this time; the poor thing had grown rather worried the last time he witnessed yeosang scolding you.

you swallow the fruit before turning to face hongjoong once more. “well?” you press, “you never answered my question; is there anything for me?”

“is there ever?” hongjoong counters, tossing one letter onto the table before moving onto the next. you cant deny that he has a point, but you can still hope, can’t you? pretend that there are more than just a handful of people that would care for you enough to write. you sink back into your chair and tug your lip miserably between your teeth. the disappointment is small enough to be unreadable to anyone else, but not to your family. he sighs and presses the second letter down against the stained mahogany. “i’m sorry, dove; i didn’t mean it to offend.”

you nod to him, although he doesn’t look fully convinced. with a sigh, he pushes a letter towards you and smiles. “it’s addressed to the ‘kim family’ which you are a part of, are you not?” well, by law, no, but you’d never let either of them hear you say that. you can feel seonghwa’s eyes burning into you as you stare into hongjoong’s so you nod. seonghwa hums as hongjoong shoots you a toothy grin; they’re pleased with your compliance, and you can’t help but let out an exasperated sigh at that fact. “so technically speaking there is something for you, dove. go ahead, open it.”

you do as instructed, picking it up and letting your fingers rip open the wax seal that holds it shut. if you cared to look at it for more than a second, perhaps you would’ve noticed the familiar letters that made up the emblem on it, although perhaps not; JWY haven’t meant a thing to you in such a long time. the last time you saw them was when you were at school with a boy with the same initials. he was certainly something, always teasing you and poking fun. half the time you acted kim you hated him for it, but you have to admit that he left a pretty big hole in your heart when it came time for him to leave. besides the butler, the werewolf and the ghost, you guess he was the closest think you ever had to a friend.

you pull the letter from its sleeve, hearing a scoff to your left as you reveal the ruled paper with the torn edges that had clearly been pulled from a notebook of some kind. in your eyes it has charm, in your lovers it is undignified. still, you unfurl it and let your eyes scan over the page.

dear mr and mr kim,

a bad start already, you find yourself thinking, it isn’t addressed to you at all. you send a scornful look to hongjoong to which he responds with a frown. with a sigh, you go back to reading.

i have no doubt that with a property like yours you must receive an unyielding amount of enquiries from paranormal investigators such as myself. i won’t sugarcoat it and claim to be better than the rest—

blah blah blah……

the author of the letter is right; a never ending stream of similar letters show up on your doorstep, all of which end up shrivelled and burnt on the fire come evening. hongjoong and seonghwa like their privacy a little too much to let a complete stranger poke around in search of a ghost or two. you like your shy little ghost friend a little too much to force him to reveal himself to a stranger who’s bound to lack respect for the dead. you fold the top third of the letter back over, preparing to slide it back into its envelope.

but then you see it, a name scrawled in the same messy handwriting as the rest of the letter. it hits you like a ton of bricks, the pain of missing someone, and although you haven’t seen him in years, it’s just as strong as it was back then. you bite your bottom lip as you study the name, trying desperately to keep the tide of sadness at bay. the others could see it anyway.

finished with dressing san, seonghwa walks over to stand behind you. a warm hand finds your shoulder and rubs at you comfortingly over the thick wool of the cardigan you wear. he reads the last few lines of the letter aloud, “yours sincerely, jung wooyoung, paranormal investigator,” before humming contemplatively, “who is he?”

of course seonghwa knows it’s the name that has you feeling this way. what else could it be? it’s not like the words ‘paranormal investigator’ would set you on edge; your best friends are a werewolf and a ghost, for devils sake.

“someone i once knew,” you reply simply.

“an ex?” hongjoong joins in as his hand fumbles around his plate. his fingers soon wrap around another berry, and he holds it out for you. it makes you smile; how could it not? it’s small things like this that remind you why you love them so dearly.

“a friend,” you take the berry and pop it in your mouth. you chew and then swallow, exaggerating your actions for seonghwa’s sake who simply rolls his eyes and presses a kiss to your forehead. “he left a long time ago. makes sense he became a paranormal investigator; he always did have a lack of respect for privacy.”

there’s a chuckle from hongjoong and seonghwa as you recount the memory of the man from your past. it’s very rare that they hear positive things about those people so it’s nice to finally find someone you shared a connection with. a shared look between them confirmed what they both already knew; they wouldn’t be letting this ‘wooyoung’ person get away from you so easily this time.

“a friend?” the silent conversation is interrupted by a scoff from the seat beside hongjoong and all eyes find their way to yeosang. the ever present nonchalance on his expression had melted into a pout that looked a lot less fierce than he probably intended it to. “how good of a friend could he have been if he abandoned you?”

ah… jealousy; yeosang’s favourite emotion. it was present when he met san for the first time before realising that san worked too hard to be around you 24/7 like yeosang is. even if the butler wanted to steal you away, he couldn’t possibly spare enough hours in his day to do so. yeosang quite clearly has the upper hand in that situation. then there was the issue of your ghost, which of course had struck yeosang with a bad bout of jealousy once more. the ghost was rather pathetic though, with the constant stream of tears falling down his cheeks and the sound of fragility ever present in his voice. jealousy soon melted into pity; he was reluctant but yeosang soon accepted the bear into his heart.

“we were 14, yeosang,” you smile, “i don’t think he had a say in whether he moved away or not.”

the wolf rolls his eyes rather dramatically and you can’t help but scoff out a fond laugh.

“well, he’s back in town now,” seonghwa purrs as he leans his body over yours. chest to spine, cheek to cheek, he huddles in close. his skin is warm against yours as he cuddles you, and when he pulls his face away just enough to give him room to kiss the corner of your eye, you can’t help but grin. “how about we invite him over some time next week? i’m sure sannie wouldn’t mind putting on food for one more person.” the butler hums in tired agreement, his brain still too sleep riddled to figure out what he’s agreeing to.

you smile, happy in the knowledge that one happy little piece of your past has found its way back to you…

hey! u asked for prompts so i came to serve. how about bf seungkwan’s reaction when he comes home to see you sleeping on the couch when he knows you’ve had a bad day?

Seungkwan x Gn!Reader

Word count: 408

The first thing Seungkwan notices when he enters the house is its quiet and dark. He knows you’re supposed to be home “Y/n” he calls your name softly. He comes to a stop in the living room and smiles softly at your figure resting on the couch.

He walks over towards you and kneels down in front of the couch and gently places his hand on your head as he softly plays with your hair “ y/n i'm home” he whispers. Your voice is gravelly as you speak and your eyes are swollen from your tears “Hi Kwannie” he looks at you with sympathy in his eyes “Wanna talk about it sweet baby?”  you shake your head no “will you cuddle with me kwan?” your voice is small as you speak to him.

“Yes of course” you move over to make room for him and you immediately curl your body around him as he covers you both with a blanket. His chin is resting atop your head as he plays with your hair. “I'm sorry you had a bad day, but I know it will be better tomorrow okay?” You nod softly “I'm sorry I bothered you about my day while you were at practice” His hand pauses atop your head “ Do not apologize, the last thing you did was bother me, if anything I love that you're comfortable enough to ‘bother’ me.” He huffs out a soft laugh “I wish that I could tell you how proud I am of you! You’re doing so well.”

You groan against him softly “kwan, you’re so cheesy sometimes” “Hey! I mean it I’m proud.” He rubs your side gently, you squeak out a laugh “kwan Im ticklish there” “oh really” he has a teasing smile as he starts to push his fingers into your side harder causing you to giggle and squirm against him. “Kwan stop” you say through giggles.

He finally pulls his fingers away from your sides as he smiles at you and he pulls you tighter against his chest with a sweet smile on his face “I love when you smile, it's so pretty.” You roll your eyes fondly “says you” You lay your head against his neck and kiss his neck softly “thank you for cheering me up kwan” “anytime” he keeps playing with your hair as you both lay there and talk for the rest of the night.

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Authors note: feedback is appreciated :)