What If Yall Requested While I Have Time

what if yall requested while i have time 💔

i need requests really bad right now (though i can’t promise i’ll be able to get to them all …) 🧍 my writer’s block seems to be so bad HAJDHAJSH

preferably nct / bts ! i’ll prioritize writing for them ! no smut as well please ><

please send them in if you have any 🫶🫶🫶

request for established relationship!mark pls where reader comforts him while he’s in quarantine and reassuring him about the whole tds2 situation :((((

omg omg this is so !! i feel so bad for the dreamies, and i really hope they were able to find their own comforts through this situation :( thank you for the req op ! i hope you enjoy < 3

warning/s : hurt / comfort, sobbing!mark :(

you are enough — lmh.

in which you being there for him was simply all he needed.

“baby? what’s going on?”

your tired voice filters through mark’s phone. he hears the confusion and exhaustion clearly even though he’s not with you physically. he tried to look for any sign of annoyance in your voice but—

“mark? are you there?” your continuous sincere concern could’ve brought him to his knees.

a sob rips through his lips, “y/n—“

and it was as if a bucket of ice cold water was dumped right on you. your eyes widen as you hurriedly sit up with your phone pressed to your ear.

“baby, hey. why’re you crying?” your tone is light as mark listens to the ruffles of your sheets. he faintly hears you moving about before his screen lights up with a notification.

y/n <3 is requesting to video call with you!

a small smile tugs itself onto his lips as he hesitantly presses the camera icon on his phone. he’s wearing a black jacket with the hoodie up and despite him only showing half his face, you could tell that he’d been crying for a while before calling you.

“there’s my favorite boy. what’s going on, hmm?” your face was illuminated by the yellow light of your lamp. your hair was a mess and your eyes were so so tired, but all mark could do was sob even more at the love and concern you had for him that seemed to overpower anything else.

you watch as his face crumples, his head tilting lower so you wouldn’t see him.

“i-i just feel like i’ve disappointed them, our fans.” hearing his pained voice even just through your phone was excruciating. you wished of nothing more than to hold him in your arms.

“they’ve been waiting so long—we’ve been waiting so long. the guys and i have been practicing so hard and yet i just had to go and mess things up—“

“hey, hey. none of that now.” your gentle voice stops his spiralling thoughts as he stares at you through his phone. he sees the light frown you now have on your face and how you’ve started so pout a little at the conversation you two are having.

“you didn’t mess things up, okay? these things happen for a reason. no one’s disappointed in you—especially your fans. they love and care for you so much and prioritize your health just as much as the guys and i do.”

he watches as you smile gently at him, “have you opened twitter? everyone’s wishing you a speedy recovery. not one person is saying anything about being disappointed in you.”

your words were slowly putting his heart at ease. he was always surprised at the way you seemed to be able to calm his heart down no matter how far you seemed to be from him.

“i love you, my sweet boy. and they do too. we all just want you to get better and we know you’ll be able to come back even better than ever!” your giggles fill his quiet room as you imitate his opening performance of ‘beatbox’.

“i love you so much, my y/n.” he whispers into the phone, more tears pricking at his eyes—but now, they were because of your abundant love for him.

your smile warms his heart, the look in your eyes was something he wished to cherish forever. “i’m sorry i can’t be there with you.”

mark immediately shakes his head, his eyes shining towards you.

“your presence is more than enough for me.”

—

rather short !! but i hope you enjoyed this nonetheless op ! :DDD

request for established relationship!mark pls where reader comforts him while he’s in quarantine and reassuring him about the whole tds2 situation :((((

omg omg this is so !! i feel so bad for the dreamies, and i really hope they were able to find their own comforts through this situation :( thank you for the req op ! i hope you enjoy < 3

warning/s : hurt / comfort, sobbing!mark :(

you are enough — lmh.

in which you being there for him was simply all he needed.

“baby? what’s going on?”

your tired voice filters through mark’s phone. he hears the confusion and exhaustion clearly even though he’s not with you physically. he tried to look for any sign of annoyance in your voice but—

“mark? are you there?” your continuous sincere concern could’ve brought him to his knees.

a sob rips through his lips, “y/n—“

and it was as if a bucket of ice cold water was dumped right on you. your eyes widen as you hurriedly sit up with your phone pressed to your ear.

“baby, hey. why’re you crying?” your tone is light as mark listens to the ruffles of your sheets. he faintly hears you moving about before his screen lights up with a notification.

y/n <3 is requesting to video call with you!

a small smile tugs itself onto his lips as he hesitantly presses the camera icon on his phone. he’s wearing a black jacket with the hoodie up and despite him only showing half his face, you could tell that he’d been crying for a while before calling you.

“there’s my favorite boy. what’s going on, hmm?” your face was illuminated by the yellow light of your lamp. your hair was a mess and your eyes were so so tired, but all mark could do was sob even more at the love and concern you had for him that seemed to overpower anything else.

you watch as his face crumples, his head tilting lower so you wouldn’t see him.

“i-i just feel like i’ve disappointed them, our fans.” hearing his pained voice even just through your phone was excruciating. you wished of nothing more than to hold him in your arms.

“they’ve been waiting so long—we’ve been waiting so long. the guys and i have been practicing so hard and yet i just had to go and mess things up—“

“hey, hey. none of that now.” your gentle voice stops his spiralling thoughts as he stares at you through his phone. he sees the light frown you now have on your face and how you’ve started so pout a little at the conversation you two are having.

“you didn’t mess things up, okay? these things happen for a reason. no one’s disappointed in you—especially your fans. they love and care for you so much and prioritize your health just as much as the guys and i do.”

he watches as you smile gently at him, “have you opened twitter? everyone’s wishing you a speedy recovery. not one person is saying anything about being disappointed in you.”

your words were slowly putting his heart at ease. he was always surprised at the way you seemed to be able to calm his heart down no matter how far you seemed to be from him.

“i love you, my sweet boy. and they do too. we all just want you to get better and we know you’ll be able to come back even better than ever!” your giggles fill his quiet room as you imitate his opening performance of ‘beatbox’.

“i love you so much, my y/n.” he whispers into the phone, more tears pricking at his eyes—but now, they were because of your abundant love for him.

your smile warms his heart, the look in your eyes was something he wished to cherish forever. “i’m sorry i can’t be there with you.”

mark immediately shakes his head, his eyes shining towards you.

“your presence is more than enough for me.”

—

rather short !! but i hope you enjoyed this nonetheless op ! :DDD

not worthy enough ♡⊹ i.n

i.n x reader. genre — hurt comfort. warnings — mention of insecurities. wc — 1336 words. note — thank uuu nonnie for requesting! i know it's supposed to be a short drabble but i kinda got carried away. . . also requests are closed right now so please don’t send in any.

the thoughts had been dwelling in your head for a while now. annoyingly stuck onto your brain like gum at the back of school tables. you’ve tried to deny, deny, deny the negative thoughts but to no avail — your own insecurities took over.

the heat from the shower fogged up the entire bathroom, a contrast to the cold, small feeling creeping up in your veins, tugging on your heartstrings. your tears ran down your cheeks, eyes swollen from the amount of crying you’ve done. you had been crying since the night before, ever since jeongin texted you about having an indoor date, again. he had never taken you out, ever — at first it was under the reasoning of privacy. jeongin told you that he wanted to enjoy all of you, without having to worry about other people watching. however, after months of dating, it started to feel like he was concealing you. sheltering you from the world out of embarrassment of dating you.

the mirror cleared up as soon as you wiped it down, and you visibly icked at the reflection staring back at you. your eyes were a bloodshot red, face puffed up. you loathed the sight of your own self, hyper aware of the fact that you weren’t exactly idol image. your heart hurt at the thought of understanding why the i.n would hide you from the world. your lips pursed as you got ready. repeatedly, you told yourself that maybe it was due to management not allowing the public to know that he’s dating. or something along the lines of that. you sighed. despite not feeling the best, you still wanted to see jeongin. perhaps your boyfriend’s presence would make you forget about the devilish thoughts.

it didn’t.

the two of you were sat in front of your tv, a charcuterie board sitting on a blanket in front of you. an indoors picnic — your boyfriend had said. you rested your head on his shoulder, eyes glued onto his phone screen. jeongin was showing an instagram story hyunjin had posted earlier that day — a mirror selfie of him and his girlfriend. you chewed the inside of your cheeks as you nodded along to his enthusiasm, faking a smile.

“hyung finally made it official with the girl, even posted her online,” he smiled, “he’s so whipped, isn’t he?”

“yeah,” you muttered, train of thoughts fleeing somewhere else.

the more your eyes burned, the more you blinked, a pathetic attempt to block away the tears. the last thing you wanted to do was to cry in front of jeongin, over something so stupid as well. but you couldn’t help the train of thoughts wrecking your peace of mind. if hyunjin was allowed to post a picture of him and his girlfriend — what was stopping jeongin? you concluded that it was truly over the fact that you just weren’t worthy enough to be shown, that he was too much of a bright star to be seen beside someone as dull as you. venomous words continued to circulate in your mind, to the point that it had blocked out jeongin’s voice. without you knowing, tears had already began slipping past your eyes.

“baby?” your boyfriend called out, turning towards you. he placed his phone down, looking down and frowning at the sight of you crying.

the tears continued to pour, you were past the point of trying to stop them. they wouldn’t if you tried anyway — the burden of shouldering your own insecurities had crushed you like a boulder.

"innie," your voice cracked, "'m not good enough for you?"

"what?" he replied, tone softer than a nightingale's, "what are you saying, baby?"

you shook your head, your tears blurring your vision, "'m not good enough for you, you're ashamed of me."

he was confused, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at your crying figure.

jeongin cupped your cheeks, “who said that, baby? what made you feel that way?”

you didn’t have the strength to reply immediately. your body shook as you breathed heavily, tears carelessly slipping from your eyes. jeongin didn’t push you, instead he rubbed away your tears with his thumbs. you felt yourself get carried onto his lap, body pulled flushed against his chest as he rubbed your back soothingly.

“it’s okay my love, you can cry it out first.”

the words made you cry even more — although you didn’t think it would be possible. his green shirt turned damp from your tears, yet he didn’t seem to mind. the steady beating of his breaths contrasted with yours — bodies moulded together as your heartbeats mixed and became one. jeongin was doing an impressive job at calming you down, muttering sweet confessions into your ears alike a doting mother’s lullaby. you inhaled a deep breath before leaning back to look into his almond eyes.

“my darling,” he whispered as soon as he sees your visage, “you look so pretty even when you’re crying.”

your lips quivered, "i can't stop this feeling that you secretly think 'm not worthy enough to have you."

"how so?"

"it's just that," your lips quivered even more, "it feels like you're hiding me from the world. we've never hung together outside of my house, you've never introduced me to your friends —" you croaked, voice faltering.

your boyfriend rubbed your back, "take your time, y/n. i'm here."

his eyes never left yours as you gathered yourself, taking in deep breaths and trying your best to form coherent words in your head. your vocabulary was all jumbled — you were struggling. you were struggling but you knew that it was okay, that jeongin wouldn't be annoyed.

"i just," you took a deep breath, "i want to be shown off. i want people to know that i'm all yours. i want to hold your hand in public. i want to meet the people that you love, jeongin. right now it feels like you're hiding me because i'm not enough. it feels like i'm a different part of your life. it's not nice, jeongin, i hate it so much."

he blinked. excessively, as if he was blinking away tears. you pursed your lips, "say something, please."

"y/n. . ." his voice trailed off, "my god, baby. all this while i was actually waiting for you to bring this up. i thought you weren't ready."

"huh?"

jeongin chuckled, "i've been thinking of you know, making us public for a while now but i didn't want to pressure you. you know, being in the media's range isn't the easiest thing ever, so i was waiting for you to bring this up. i felt like if i brought it up, it would be sort of like pressuring you. that's the last thing i'd want to do, baby."

he pressed a kiss onto your forehead, "do you know how much i talk about you to the boys? seungmin's tired of it. and i have so many pictures of us ready on my phone, for me to post someday. you're more than enough, y/n, and i'm sorry i've been making you feel less. you are so beautiful, angel."

you wanted to cry — happy tears this time. you pressed your face into his chest, partially embarrassed and partially in awe.

"i take it that you're ready for us to be public?"

"yes, you idiot."

sometime that night you ended up dozing off in his arms, in between stupid jokes and heartfelt confessions. the next morning, you wake up still in his arms, but in the comfort of your bed. you rolled off his arms — if you didn't he might end up with a numb hand and you weren't ready to hear his complaints. you check your phone to see about hundreds of notifications, mainly from your friends —

"y/n! you didn't tell us the jeongin you're dating was the i.n from the fucking band!"

ah. jeongin had posted a mirror selfie of you matching your outfits on instagram.

the smile that formed on your face was wider than a cheshire cat's.

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he makes you insecure

Yoongi x f!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

WC: 3.5k

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tw: unhealthy eating habits, bad body image

nothing too detailed but just bc this can be a very sensitive topic to some!! that being said, im not trying to romanticize unhealthy eating habits or anything like that. as someone who has struggled with these things, fics like these hit a little close to home. but that’s what makes them all the more comforting to me and i hope this fic will have the same effect for anyone that also may also relate. plz be kind to yourself and your body, it’s beautiful and does so much for u!! lots of love, take care 💜💜

Coming off the stage, the soreness of Yoongi’s shoulder becomes harder to ignore as the high of finishing yet another successful concert starts to wear off. After the long hours of practice and leaving it all on the stage, it all seems to catch up to him all at once as he keeps his head down to hide his grimace.

As soon as Yoongi steps foot backstage, he’s immediately knocked back a few steps as you run into his chest. “You were amazing!” you breathe out as you wrap your arms around his neck, engulfing him in a warm hug. Wrapping his good arm around your waist and hiding his face in the crook of your neck, Yoongi grits his teeth and breathes in your comforting scent to help him bear the pain.

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request for established relationship!mark pls where reader comforts him while he’s in quarantine and reassuring him about the whole tds2 situation :((((

omg omg this is so !! i feel so bad for the dreamies, and i really hope they were able to find their own comforts through this situation :( thank you for the req op ! i hope you enjoy < 3

warning/s : hurt / comfort, sobbing!mark :(

you are enough — lmh.

in which you being there for him was simply all he needed.

“baby? what’s going on?”

your tired voice filters through mark’s phone. he hears the confusion and exhaustion clearly even though he’s not with you physically. he tried to look for any sign of annoyance in your voice but—

“mark? are you there?” your continuous sincere concern could’ve brought him to his knees.

a sob rips through his lips, “y/n—“

and it was as if a bucket of ice cold water was dumped right on you. your eyes widen as you hurriedly sit up with your phone pressed to your ear.

“baby, hey. why’re you crying?” your tone is light as mark listens to the ruffles of your sheets. he faintly hears you moving about before his screen lights up with a notification.

y/n <3 is requesting to video call with you!

a small smile tugs itself onto his lips as he hesitantly presses the camera icon on his phone. he’s wearing a black jacket with the hoodie up and despite him only showing half his face, you could tell that he’d been crying for a while before calling you.

“there’s my favorite boy. what’s going on, hmm?” your face was illuminated by the yellow light of your lamp. your hair was a mess and your eyes were so so tired, but all mark could do was sob even more at the love and concern you had for him that seemed to overpower anything else.

you watch as his face crumples, his head tilting lower so you wouldn’t see him.

“i-i just feel like i’ve disappointed them, our fans.” hearing his pained voice even just through your phone was excruciating. you wished of nothing more than to hold him in your arms.

“they’ve been waiting so long—we’ve been waiting so long. the guys and i have been practicing so hard and yet i just had to go and mess things up—“

“hey, hey. none of that now.” your gentle voice stops his spiralling thoughts as he stares at you through his phone. he sees the light frown you now have on your face and how you’ve started so pout a little at the conversation you two are having.

“you didn’t mess things up, okay? these things happen for a reason. no one’s disappointed in you—especially your fans. they love and care for you so much and prioritize your health just as much as the guys and i do.”

he watches as you smile gently at him, “have you opened twitter? everyone’s wishing you a speedy recovery. not one person is saying anything about being disappointed in you.”

your words were slowly putting his heart at ease. he was always surprised at the way you seemed to be able to calm his heart down no matter how far you seemed to be from him.

“i love you, my sweet boy. and they do too. we all just want you to get better and we know you’ll be able to come back even better than ever!” your giggles fill his quiet room as you imitate his opening performance of ‘beatbox’.

“i love you so much, my y/n.” he whispers into the phone, more tears pricking at his eyes—but now, they were because of your abundant love for him.

your smile warms his heart, the look in your eyes was something he wished to cherish forever. “i’m sorry i can’t be there with you.”

mark immediately shakes his head, his eyes shining towards you.

“your presence is more than enough for me.”

—

rather short !! but i hope you enjoyed this nonetheless op ! :DDD