Writing Fanfiction Is The Same As Making Your Barbies Kiss

writing fanfiction is the same as making your barbies kiss

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❝I may be bad at comforting people, but I can’t just let you cry here all alone.❞

ex!niki x gen!reader

genre drabble, angst, hurt w/ slight comfort || w.c 1.0k || warnings reader kinda fruity ngl (dated a female and a male), reader wears a suit 🤤, lowercase intended

the gloomy skies seemed to have darkened by the minute as the droplets of rain pattered against the bus stop’s rooftop. your tear stained cheeks burnt more than ever, breathing ragged from who you thought to be the love of your life to tell you that your relationship was over. you swore every moment you had spent with her was full of light and grace. you were so sure you'd spend your lifetime with the female you deemed to love you wholeheartedly.

in all honesty, you weren't even in the slightest surprised that she’d end it with you as you already noticed her interest in you beginning to decline immensely. she began coming home later than ever, sometimes arriving by the crack of dawn before going back out to whoever knows. her replies were shorter and more seldom, sometimes it would take her days to reply to a simple “good morning”. your relationship was becoming hopeless and you had no idea how to salvage it.

a ray of hope glimmered when she suddenly asked you out on a dinner date in your favourite restaurant for your 4-month anniversary. excitement pulsed through your veins; perhaps this was the road of recovery for your so-called hopeless relationship? you hastily got ready, wearing the prettiest suit you could find before wearing the sheer lipstick she had once bought you. every time you wore that specific shade, she’d compliment you profusely.

you took a cab with the brightest smile on your face, texting your friends how happy you were that she’d finally ask you out on a date after weeks of being distant. the happiness radiating off you was even noticed by the cab driver, who you’d delightfully explain to her that it was your 4-month anniversary and your girlfriend had asked you out on a date. of course, you had to brag about how loving and charming your girlfriend was even if you knew it was all fabricated.

arriving at the restaurant, you tipped the driver as she wished you a happy 4 months anniversary. you were ecstatic about the whole ordeal, feeling it to somehow be more of a fantasy than you’d like to admit it to be so. you sat at the table reserved under her name, awaiting her arrival. one minute turned to thirty minutes, thirty minutes turned into an hour and before you knew it, the restaurant was already closing. the waitresses and waiters escorted you out of the restaurant, flashing apologetic smiles since they could tell what had happened. you had been ditched and possibly, dumped.

you dragged your legs with all the might you could, tears threatening to spill as you bite your lip to contain your sobs. you walked to wherever your limbs could bring you and that being some random bus stop that felt too familiar — but you couldn’t care less. you sat down on the bench, realising rain had begun pouring the second you settled yourself down. your phone vibrated, indicating a text message had been sent. oh god. you were not the slightest bit excited for what was to come as you slid out your phone from your front pocket.

“hi yn. we’re breaking up. I don’t feel the same way I used to.” were the words displayed on your lockscreen sent from your one and only girlfriend. the tears the you had been holding back finally let themselves free as you realised the only reason she had asked you out was only to embarrass you and hurt you further. you never knew one could be so cruel until you met her.

sounds of sneakers hitting against the wet pavement came into hearing and a male panting as he presumably ran through the rain could be heard as well. however, you made no effort to turn your head and observe whoever was beside you at the moment. you were too engrossed with your sob story to even begin to care for whoever was taking heavy breaths next to you.

“yn?” the stranger beside you asked, making your head snap towards him. your eyes widened in pure shock, seeing your ex who you ended off on good terms a couple months prior to your current — well, last — relationship. it was definitely awkward, as the two of you never bothered to reach out to each other during the early moments of your break up. you figured you’d never meet him again since seoul was quite a large city.

yet here he was, under the random bus stop you decided to camp at for your sorrowful heart to be unleashed, only to be interrupted by the presence of nishimura, the menace who used to prank you everytime he had the chance to. he flashed you an awkward version of the boxy smile he used to show you everytime he was happy to meet you, which said quite a lot in this context.

“what are you doing here?” the question came out a little harsher than you expected, not that you had any self control from the recent break up you had just gone through. riki raised his hands in defeat, surprised at how harsh you were even though you two had finally met again.

“I should be asking that question. this is my bus stop home, remember?” he stated nonchalantly, as if the info from months ago was supposed to stick to your brain. you scoffed, nodding before going back to being immersed in your sorrows.

the male sat down beside you, plugging in his earphones since it was common knowledge that riki was really bad at comforting others. you continued to silently cry over the break up, going over every moment when the two of you were together to see what, exactly, went wrong.

a bus pulled over in front of the two of you as the male beside you stood up. before you realised, a hand reached out to yours before pulling you up. you stared at him in shock, yet again. he smiled again. this time relaxed and less nervous than the smile he had shown you before. “I may be bad at comforting people, but I can’t just let you cry here all alone.”

a.n I got bored staying at home today so here's a riki drabble 🫶

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we need a part two 🥹

to boil a frog

pairing: seungcheol x reader wordcount: 15.6k summary: you & cheol go back, like way back. growing up together, you never felt anything more for him than a proximity based fondness, but things are a little different since you moved back to town. genre/themes: tattoo artist!coups, childhood acquaintances to lovers. brother’s best friend (but it’s not so much a theme as it is just a statement of fact). S L O W B U R N. idk that this is even fluff but more like just romance? mention of alcohol, tattoos, needles…cat?

a/n: truly idk what this is and why. it’s so long & self indulgent, but i’m in my soft era i guess, hah!

“Hi, I’m here for my tattoo with Seungcheol?” you checked in with the unfairly stylish receptionist at the front desk of the tattoo and piercing studio. “I booked for 3pm.”

“Okay, yes, here you are!” they smiled up at you, “If you want to just take a seat, I’ll see how he’s doing with prepping the room.”

“Perfect!” you smiled before moving towards the waiting area.

    Your foot bounced excitedly as you waited. In addition to being excited to get your first tattoo, you were doubly excited because you had history with Seungcheol. He’d been one of your brother’s closest friends growing up and despite not keeping in touch since they’d left for college, you’d really enjoyed following his artistic evolution on social media. You weren’t sure if he’d recognize you anymore, to be honest. It would be funnier if he didn’t.

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warmth

a/n. cries in single and waking up alone everyday

genre. i felt a big angsty… but (un)fortunately i’m a big softie so there’s happy ending :)

when you wake up, you feel warmth. not only the covers warmth or because of the heating.

you feel seungchol’s warmth.

his arms wrapped around you, like you’re a teddy bear in his hold. you’re in his embrace, surrounded by him. his chin is resting on top of your head and your face is buried in his chest.

for the first time in two months you’ve woken up next to him.

you lean back a bit, to check if this is real, only to return to your previous position. you don’t want this moment to end.

you don’t even notice when tears gather at the brim of your waterline, threatening to spill out. your hands wrap around him and squeeze his waist, trying to hold in your emotions.

but your breath becomes uneven and even in his sleep, your boyfriend is very attentive.

“y/n?” cheol hums, voice raspy.

“i love you” you mumble, your voice cracking and the first tear dropping from your eye.

seungchol frowns and reattaches your hands from your waist to grab your face.

“hey, what’s wrong? look at me…” he whispers, genuinely concerned. even though you’re looking down, avoiding eye contact, he can still see the tears steaming down your cheeks and how wet your lashes are. waking up to see you crying wasn’t something he ever wanted to experience, especially when you’re in his hold–

“nothing. i just love you so much” you let out a dry chuckle and manage to look up, meet his chocolate irises filled with love and affection. nevertheless, he’s still worried.

“i love you too, sweetheart” cheol humms and his thumbs caress your cheeks gently. he notices the way you slightly trap your bottom lip with your teeth.

“it’s just… it’s been a while since we woke up like this…” you mumble, burying your head in the crook of his neck as your hands look for his “…together”

seungchol’s heart throbs with pain; he knows, he feels guilty. work was kicking ass but now… he made a promise to himself to wake up with you, no matter what.

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☆ SEUNGKWAN BOYFRIEND HABITS

pairing: seungkwan x reader

genre: headcannons, fluff, established relationship

a/n: 13th and last part of the seventeen boyfriend habits series !! im sorry for the wait but i was quite busy with school 😞😞

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☆ holds your hand tightly under tables

even if seungkwan is an extrovert– and a proud one too, he’s still very shy about everything concerning the four lettered word ‘love’. seungkwan is pretty shy about a few subjects and his love life is one of them. it’s not that he’s embarrassed or something, it’s kinda new to him and he still isn’t entirely sure how to act, cheeks turning red rapidly when you grab his hand to sway them back and forth together in public. this new experience, those new feelings and the fact that his friends seem to laugh more every time he’s around them with you at his side, only further agitates him, pointing and yelling at his friends to stop, voice high and face red. whenever that happens you can only laugh, pushing yourself closer to your boyfriend as he whips around to look at you with wide eyes, mouth agape at your ‘betrayal’. one kiss on the cheek is enough to make him stutter, redirecting his attention anywhere else but you as you giggle in the crook of his neck. when your laughter dies down and you can feel seungkwan’s heartbeat slow down, you slip your hand in his, fingers intertwined together. his eyes lock with yours and he smiles at you, love evident in every action and word.

☆ holds your hair in a makeshift ponytail when you lean down

even if it seems like seungkwan is too busy running around and being the extrovert and social butterfly he is, he almost never misses anything that happens, always keeping an eye open in case something happens. so with him being such an attentive person, you shouldn’t be surprised when he jumps up from his seat and rushes over to you at the slightest frown on your face. you’re not aware– or at least he thinks so, that he always stays close to you when you’re doing some tasks. if you’re in the kitchen preparing food, he’s in the living room, seated on the couch and peeking at you. if you’re in the bathroom doing your skincare (when you’re not doing it together, if course), he’s in the bedroom, door open. if you’re in the bedroom cleaning your sock drawer, he’s right by you, consciously cleaning his sock drawer too. in all honesty, you thought your boyfriend was cute for wanting to stay close to you, but the thing he’s thinking about is why you always forget to get a hair tie. when you’re doing your tasks, he always sees you silently whining about your hair and how it bothers you. so as the sweet boyfriend he is (he quoted) seungkwan took up the task of holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail whenever you lean down, to the sink after brushing your teeth, to the counter to taste something you cooked, to the sock drawer to see if it’s neatly organized.

☆ peels your fruit for you especially tangerines

since you were young, you’ve always bitten your nails. you never exactly knew when you started or why but it must have been very early on if even your mom couldn’t exactly pinpoint when it started. all throughout middle school and highschool, you were desperately trying to quit that awful habit of yours, jealous and envious of all your friends sharing nail polishes and nail care tips, but it always came back. you hated it and felt so guilty after the urge to bite your nails finally persuaded you to do so, looking at your now ‘ugly’ nails sadly. because of that, you barely wore rings, convinced that they would attract attention to your fingers and thus your nails. it was during your first year in university that you met seungkwan, the cheerful but sassy boy brightening your days. when the two of you got together, seungkwan was there to help you do a nail care routine. your nails were in perfect condition not even two months later, prettier than ever and better than you could have imagined them. you hadn’t realized it at first but over these months, seungkwan had started taking over a few of your tasks that could potentially break your nails, such as peeling fruits or washing the dishes. he didn’t mind one bit and would only ask for a kiss on the cheek whenever you were hungry, wanting to snack on a tangerine and waiting with excitement ‘til he was done peeling the fruit.

☆ always helps you put your necklaces on

like we all must know by now, seungkwan gets shy because of the most random things and at the most random times. and like we all know too, seungkwan gets particularly shy about his partner. at first when you two started dating, it felt like you two were even less closer than before, your boyfriend looking at you like you were crazy whenever you initiated contact. so after he confessed to you about his nervousness because this was part of his ‘firsts’, you two came to an agreement to take it slow; seungkwan would initiate it whenever he liked and you would sometimes push him a little, just to bring him a tiny bit out of his comfort zone. his hesitation has nearly disappeared and his nervousness is barely present nowadays because of how comfortable you two have become with each other over the years but there are still some times where he’s wondering if he’s doing the right thing. in short, seungkwan is still a bit shy about public displays of affection but he’s slowly and surely getting over his shyness, more often finding himself to be confident when he has an arm wrapped around your waist. he knows you’re patient with him but he still feels bad, so he makes it up to you with other actions. instead of a peck in public, he holds your bag(s); instead of a hug, he brushes your hair for you; instead of hand holding, he always helps you put your necklaces on.

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your highness ☆— p. sunghoon

synopsis ➔ sunghoon isn’t tricked by the princess into attending a party and he is tricked into a kiss.

pairing ➔ royal!fem!reader x bodyguard!sunghoon

genre ➔ fluff, royal!au

word count ➔ tba.

warnings ➔ 3rd person, protective sunghoon, mentions of poison, reader can order sunghoon to do whatever she pleases

a/n ➔ had an idea and wanted to write it as fast as i could so sorry if it’s shit. also it’s not proof read/edited.

“And remind me what your duties are as my bodyguard?”

Y/n presses further, already skimming through her large closet for the perfect dress for a masquerade. Sunghoon, dressed in his perfectly ironed uniform of a navy suit with gold and shiny accents, crosses his arms and gives her a stern look through her vanity mirror, which reveals her cheeky grin.

He bites back a groan before monotonously replying, “Abide by your orders, no matter what.”

She giggles shortly, “Aaaand what did I order you to do?”, her hands find a pale pink dress, not too fancy or plain. A perfect middle. Sunghoon sticks to his position in the doorway, not keeping an eye off of her and her room, and sighs. He riffles a hand through his chestnut hair (another ‘order’ from the Princess, she thought it’d suit him,) and places his hand in his pant pockets, just above his sword.

“I’m not taking you to that party. Another one of my duties is to keep you safe, no matter what.” Her shoulders slump at his stern words. She makes her way to her bed with a pout and hangs the pretty dress over her hand. She was in simple winter pyjamas, not at all like a princess.

But she could be dressed in a potato sack and she’d still look like a princess to him.

Sunghoon walks into her room and stands over her, looking down with the same look he gives to people at the parties he actually lets her attend.

“Those rules contradict each other.”

“Doesn’t everything?”

Ever since he was assigned her bodyguard at 16, he knew he wouldn’t ever give up his position. Y/n was a natural royal. Kind, loyal, perfect etiquette and perfect look. But as the years went on the pair discovered more about eachother. How he could be comfortable staying in a castle away from his family, how she could handle being watched 24/7 with barely any freedom. Their friendship blossomed. Sunghoon would protect her, and she would protect him. Mainly from her father, who was consistently asking her to fire him after a simple mistake.

You weren’t just a princess to him, but his princess. His queendom. And it hurt every time he had to build the walls higher.

“Exactly. It’s a masquerade. Nobody knows who each other is. If anything, it’s the safest party I could possibly attend.”

Y/n pulls a lip by her pearly white teeth and looks up at Sunghoon with pleading eyes. Something she had perfected. But sadly, he was the one who watched her perfect it.

“I’m sorry, your highness.”

He unlocks his arms and almost reached out for her, before she stands, closing their distance in a split second. She smells like vanilla, and it’s the only thing he can think of. He can’t even comprehend her breath lining up with his neck.

“At least stay until I’m ready to sleep. I know it’s not protocol as the time spent until then is usually spent alone, but my parents and the other guards are not here.” She whispers, blinking slowly as she awaits his reply. He falters,

“I can’t, you know that.”

“You can’t do anything with me. Can you?”

“I cannot stay in your room other than to protect you.”

“If anything I am at my most vulnerable when unconscious.”

He sighs because he knows she’s aware of the immense amount of security that’s strategically placed around the castle grounds, just not at her doors.

“Would you feel more comfortable if I stood outside?” He proposed.

She wanted more. She wanted him to stay close, like they were now, but warm and dreaming under the covers. She wanted him to hold her as she fell into slumber, she wanted to help him pull through the nightmares she heard him complain about to another guard.

But he’s already stepped back, taking her silence as defeat. Sunghoon’s uniformed back is turned before she can say goodnight, but luckily he can sense her urge.

“Goodnight, Your Highness.” He looks back with expecting eyes, and goes to close the wooden door, before she stops him with a hand.

Her eyes flutter before walking to her nightstand. She grabs an unopened packet of lip balm encased in a tin barrel. It’s red and shiny, and she brings it to her body guard. “I need you to try this for me. To make sure it isn’t poisoned.”

He smiles tiredly for the first time that night, and nods. He secretly loathed the way this night was coming to an end. She passes it to him carefully, and he takes it with the same gentleness. His long fingers open the tin, and take a small piece of it.

Sunghoon looks up at her and swipes the balm slowly over his already peachy lips, watching her watch him with intent.

He smacks his lips once, quietly, before closing the lid and swiping his tongue onto his bottom lip, testing the taste. It’s strawberry, and as he slowly closes the distance between him and the princess, just like she did moments before, she’s sure she can smell it.

“What will you do if it’s poison?” He asks in a whisper, eyes faltering towards her own lips. She doesn’t need the product, he thinks.

“I’ll kiss it off.” She replies.

He gulps and his breaths start catching in the air. Her scent causes him to forget his duties completely. The moment is silent for a moment, before he lies,

“I think I’m feeling lightheaded, Your Highness.”

Sunghoon places his delicate hands on her waist, and she places her own on his shoulders. In a swift and smooth movement, he moved one hand behind her head and smoothes her hair. His now red lips hover over hers, and she can feel his minty breath playing with her own.

He stops.

“Your highness, this goes against protocol.”

She looks up at him only for a moment, shaking her head slightly.

“Sunghoon. I order you to kiss me.”

His smooth lips meet hers, and suddenly everything comes crashing down. All of the rules, protocols and regulations are broken, and in that moment neither of them care.

Sunghoon removes himself, an uncomfortable feeling of excitement and dread drag his shoulders down, and she can sense it just by his grip. He has ruined his own life by making it a thousand times better. He almost looks pitiful as he replays his decisions and envisions the consequences.

“Sunghoon,” she whispers, taking him out of the silent dilemma he was over thinking

“Your highness.”

“Kiss me again.” And when he doesn’t, “please.”

Their lips connect again, and Sunghoon moves them both forward to close the door behind him, his hands find their way to her waist again and they both sigh in contentment.

“Your highness, I…” he pauses scrunches his eyes together, blinking them open and looking at her with too much adoration and love that any of his words could explain. He attempted it though, “I love you. And I won’t stop loving you until there’s a hole through the Earth and the Moon has passed through it.”

He stops for a gulp, watching her closely,

“Your highness.” It is outrageous. A guard confessing to a royal.

But in that tight and warm moment, they both feel as if they are equal in every way possible.

“Sunghoon, I know it’s against protocol but, I feel the same.”

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