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jihoon ; hold me

✿ jihoon works so hard T n T everyone in seventeen and other kpop groups, too. it’s crazy how much pressure and work they have to do. here’s sick jihoonie being a little cuddly. man, I’m sick, too. can I get a cuddle partner? ✉ 460 words || drabble || requested || anonymous 

You’ve known Jihoon for a long time and he’s not the type to let a cold hold him back from working on compositions, especially when he’s feeling inspired or on the verge of finishing a song. That’s why you’re so worried when Seungcheol calls and asks you to take care of their little producer who’s too tired to get out of bed.

Armed with tissues, medicine, and bags full of his favorite food, you’re brought over to Seventeen’s dorm and ushered into your boyfriend’s room where you find him curled up under layers of blankets. He doesn’t shift when you and Seungcheol come into the room.

“Jihoon,” the leader calls and Jihoon snuggles deeper into his pillow, letting out a small groan. “Jihoon, _____ is here.”

At the mention of your name, he freezes before attempting to lift his head. Your name tumbles from his lips, more of a jumble of sounds than a word, and you’re by his side in an instant. “You can go,” you tell Seungcheol, who backs out and shuts the door quietly. You’re brushing Jihoon’s damp hair out of his face, fingers burning with how high his fever is. “Hey…hey, how you feeling?”

He gives you a faint smile, “Good now that you’re here. Do you have any ramyun?”

You shush him and rummage around in your bag for a soft gel cooling pack–you know you brought one–to put on his forehead. “That’s not what you should be worried about,” you find one and rip it open. He flinches at first, but his eyes slide closed and his breathing slows as you adjust it.

“This actually feels really nice–wait, don’t leave me,” his voice is slightly panicked and his hand is clasped around your wrist, keeping you from walking away.

“No, don’t worry, I’m not leaving. I’m just going to throw this out,” his grip loosens, but he still doesn’t let you go. “Ji…”

“Don’t leave,” he whines and pulls you slightly towards him. “Stay and cuddle with me.”

He must be really sick. He never says the word ‘cuddle’. Ever.

“Please?” his eyes are pleading with yours. “It’ll help me sleep.”

There’s something about him that screams frail and fragile, words that would rarely describe him when he’s healthy and working, but you nod and he scoots over to make room for you slip under the blankets. It only takes a few seconds for his arms to wrap around your waist and his to snuggle into the crook of your shoulder. You move your hand up and down his back, smooth and comforting patterns that has him smiling faintly against your skin.

“You’re the best,” he cooes, grip loosening as fatigue claims his consciousness. “The bestest.”

“I know, Jihoon. Now go to sleep.”

truth or consequences

liu yangyang x fem reader

word count: 11.5k

genres: modern with magic, urban fantasy, xianxia au, case fic 

warnings: genre-typical violence, swearing

…in which Liu Yangyang is the type of cultivator who slaps Supreme stickers on the scabbard of his sword, wears his sect robes with Air Jordans, and rides his skateboard through the training grounds. 

You’re perfectly content hating him from a distance, never confessing your true feelings, until one fateful night hunt when you’re cursed to only speak the truth. 

a glossary of xianxia terms in this fic can be found here

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prev anon had me thinking.. can u write something small abt jj with body worship when u feel insecure abt having a smaller chest 🥺

you groan at your reflection in the mirror, everything would look perfect, would be perfect, if the universe had just worked with you. you look down into the empty space between your tits and cups of your dress. "what's wrong, baby?" jj asks, noticing the sad demeanor in your expression. "i hate this. i mean, i love this dress, but i don't have the tits to hold it up. i look like a little boy," you complain, critiquing your appearance in the mirror. "what are you talking about?" jj questions, walking over ot you. his arms wrap around you from behind, and his eyes meet yours in the mirror. "you look fucking gorgeous, baby girl. you're such a fucking stunner. in this dress and in general." you give him a pout. "i just wish i had the boobs to hold it up. i hate this." he turns you around in his hold, his hands finding their place on your shoulders. "hey. i love your tits. i could stare at them all damn day," he assures you. his hands find the neckline of your strapless dress and he tugs it down, freeing your breasts. his thumb runs over one of your nipples, and you shudder at the contact. "let me show you how much i adore them, princess." you nod, unable to ignore the pleading look in his eyes. he lays you down on your shared bed, pulling the top half of your dress down to your hips. he cups your breasts in both hands, squeezing the flesh and letting them fill his palms. he then brings his lips down to your chest, leaving wet kisses over the top of it. with each peck, he inches closer to your nipples, wanting to feel them harden from the contact of his tongue. he uses it to flick them, his teeth gently gnawing at them. your little moans and sighs of content are enough for him to keep going, sucking your sensitive buds into his mouth and showing them the love they deserve. he leaves a trail of hickies behind, a display of his love for you and your breasts. "i don't care about size, baby. i care about how beautiful my girl is, and how lucky i am to have her."

Dating Application

pairing: Bokuto x reader

content: fluff overload, Bokuto being the most adorable person on the planet.

Hinata invites you to meet his teammates. He’s an old friend you recently reconnected with and you finally had a chance to make it to one of his games. Naturally, he wants to introduce you to everyone.

You’re making small talk with them, as the platinum blonde you came to know as Atsumu flirts, “are you and Sho dating? Or can I make ya mine, angel?”

“No. I’m single”, you state matter of factly.

“How’re you single?!” Bokuto joins in, asking with eyebrows furrowed.

“Cuz I don’t want to date”, you shrugged having heard the question so many times.

His bright golden eyes widen a little, “oh ok.”

While you’re waiting for Hinata to get his bag and take you home, Bokuto sits with you. “Do you wanna get coffee with me sometime?” You nod thinking nothing of a harmless hangout. “Really?! Ok. How about tomorrow?”

“Sounds good. Hand me your phone.” He pulls it out of his pocket and you add your name and number as a new contact. “Just text me the info.” Hinata is waving you down that he’s ready to go. “See you tomorrow!” you kindly say with a wave.

The next day you arrive at the cafe and see Bokuto at a table for two. You sit across from him and he hands you what looks like a resume.

“…what is this?”

“It’s a dating application. I know you’re not really wanting applicants but I hope you’ll consider me anyway. By no means am I trying to cross any boundaries. At the very least i’m sure it’ll put a smile on your face.”

You observe the document full of random information about him. “The guys helped me put it together” he breaks the silence.

“Why is this here?” you point to the section on his hand size.

“Atsumu told me to add that. I guess if you’re ever thinking about holding my hand, you’ll know how big it is.” He sticks his hand up, palm facing you. You place your hand against his to compare hand sizes. His being significantly larger than yours.

You look away from his lightly blushing face to continue down the list of characteristics, qualities, and opinions.

“You even have references. Who’s Akaashi?”

“That’s my best friend. He knows me better than I know myself honestly.”

“I thought exes would go there but that’s cute.”

He smiles at your first acknowledgment to him handing you this dating application as being a good thing.

You start giggling and Bokuto is begging to know what part is making you laugh. “Why did you include approximate days out of the year you get sick?”

“Oh, Sakusa said that was important.”

The more you read, the more you learn about the man sitting before you. You’d heard a lot about him from Hinata back in high school and even now. Hinata always spoke highly about how much he helped him train and how much he inspired him.

You smiled as you read the next section. Respectfulness: I have two older sisters (yes I’m the baby) but i’m the one who was there to beat up any guys who broke their hearts or yell at anyone who cat called them. Guys can be creeps but i’m not like that…unless you think this dating application thing is creepy then i’m so sorry.

“What do ya think?” he asks nervously, looking up at you and biting his lip.

“I think you just might get hired for the position.”

“Maybe an interview like this” he points at the description of his ideal first date — which consisted of going to a carnival and seeing who can win the most plushies — “will help you decide.”

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