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𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬

agent!yoon jeonghan x agent!gn!reader

0.7k words; when a mission goes wrong, jeonghan tries to distract himself you by talking about a wedding; mentions of blood/a knife wound/poison, cursing

Yoon Jeonghan thought he was going to throw up, cry, or both; and he wasn't even the one dying. 

"This was not what I thought when I wanted to carry you over the threshold," he mused nervously, angling your body so as to not hit the door frame as he carried you into the safe house. There was a team of paramedics already awaiting your arrival, setting up a clean space to work as well as their medical equipment.

In his arms, your limbs were limp and perspiration dribbled down the sides of your face. You had one hand pressed firmly to your side, preventing even more blood from seeping out of your body—your life force slowly drifting. You managed a weak smile up at Jeonghan's carefully calm face. "You wanted—to get married?" You panted, wincing as you added additional pressure to the wound. 

It had been a mission gone wrong, and in an effort to save Jeonghan, you had stepped in the arc of a poisoned blade. Jeonghan had seen you crumple before him, then his vision had gone red with absolute rage. Now? He was panicking. Yoon Jeonghan did not panic. 

"To you? Fuck yes." He couldn't believe he was talking about this while you were dying in his arms. "Hurry! They're dying for fuck's sake!" He barked at the present medical staff. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, and his eyes darted frantically between the staff and your face. 

"Stay with me, dove," he murmured to you when he saw your eyelids drooping. His vision was blurring slightly, tears pooling in his eyes.

You sucked in a breath and tried to focus on his face, and not the vice-like grip the poison had on your heart. "Well, what's it like? Our wedding?"

Jeonghan gulped. His eyes closed briefly, trying to remain calm enough to tell you what he had envisioned for nights while the two of you were undercover together. "You'd look perfect, as always. This extravagant garment, bouquet of callas and just… pearls."

"Pearls?" You hummed, trying to imagine it yourself. 

He smiled down at you, nodding. Anyone could see the love that shined so deeply in his eyes whenever he looked at you. "Mhm. I was thinking of a pearl engagement ring with diamonds around it. What do you think?"

"Huh," you coughed, groaning when you irritated the wound further. You reigned it all in though when seeing worry flash over his features. "Not—bad. What else?"

Jeonghan's eyes flickered back to the medical staff, who motioned for him to set you down on the bed. He did so, carefully, but swiftly. Finally. One of them murmured for him to continue to distract you and keep you awake for them. He could do that. He could definitely do that.

He knelt down beside your head, so you would face away from the doctors working on your injury. There was… so much blood. Jeonghan swallowed. "It'd be a small thing," he told you, "nothing big. Our families, friends from the academy, that sort of thing. We'd have a live orchestra during the ceremony and a band for the reception."

Hand smoothing over the dampened hair against your forehead, Jeonghan hoped you couldn't feel him shaking. "I was thinking a pagoda over a beach cliff. Something stupidly romantic like that."

"That is stupidly romantic," you rasped, agreeing. You bit your lip, feeling something sting sharply at your injury and twist. 

Jeonghan grabbed your hand and let you squeeze as hard as you needed. "I thought so. And we'd have handwritten vows, of course. Cheol would probably be your Man of Honor."

"You're not wrong." You would have joked about calling him your Maid of Honor instead if you had the strength. 

"And when you walked down the aisle—fuck, I'd probably cry." A tear slipped down the slope of his cheek and you wished you could lift yourself up and kiss it away. 

"Hannie?" Your voice was tight from trying to keep the pain in. Whatever the hell those doctors were doing, you could definitely feel it. 

He nodded, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand. "Mhm?"

"Can we get married after this?"

Jeonghan smiled, genuinely this time, and you saw the light return to his eyes if only for a split second. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips. "God yes—I never thought you'd ask."

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omg this is so cool tq duckie!!

good boy gone bad by txt <3

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Rolling in the deep (Adele)

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𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗰𝘆!

nonidol!yangyang x reader

1k words, absolute crack, some fluff/angst if u squint

a/n: yangyang wrecker era 😃 was waiting in my airport terminal when i wrote this lmao / MANIFESTING THE REAWAKENING OF WAYV TUMBLR 🙏🏼 wayzennies COME BACK ITS SO DRY

Your gaze turned to the massive floor to ceiling window beside you where airplanes were landing and taking off in the distance. Soon enough—in about two minutes—your class would be called to board the plane, and it would be you in the great blue sky, heading toward a new future. Was it a future you really wanted? In a way, yes, but it also meant leaving everything and everyone you knew behind. 

Including the man you grew to—

"YN! WAIT YN!" People were leaping out of the way, parting like the Red Sea, as a man thundered through the crowd.

You froze in your spot, hand gripping the handle of your suitcase and legs having just straightened to stand and prepare to board. Widened eyes landed on Liu Yangyang as he scanned the waiting area wildly, before he found you. 

"Oh my god, Yn! Thank god—" he wheezed, coming to a stop in front of you. He braced his hands on his knees as he huffed for air, then raised a finger to silence your opened mouth. "Jesus Christ, why is your boarding gate so far from the entrance?"

All of the fairytale-ness drained away. This was still Yangyang, you reminded yourself, not some romcom Prince Charming. Then, realization hit you like a bus. "Oh my god, did you run here? Yangyang, you know there's a shuttle, right?"

"Well, now I know!" He screeched in utter agony. He swiped a bead of sweat from the side of his head as he straightened. "Now you really have to listen to me, or else all of that running would be for nothing. All of my efforts—for nothing!"

You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes. "I need to get on that plane—"

"No!" He cut you off, eyes wild and wide in desperation. "No, you don't!" 

Yangyang stepped toward you and grabbed your hands in his. He looked straight into your eyes as earnestly as he could muster. "Yn, you don't have to get on that plane. I know I'm being selfish, but I can't—"

"Class C as in Charlie, you may now begin lining up to board."

Your eyes whipped over to the front desk where the announcement had come from and where the next class—your class—was beginning to line up and board. 

"Hey, eyes on me." Yangyang cupped your face in his hands. "I can't… I can't let you go, Yn. I know that we kind of hated each other at the beginning of this year and I thought you were a real pain in the—"

"Yangyang," you cut in, actually rolling your eyes. Did he think this was a joke? You grabbed your suitcase and tried to step around him. "I really have to go."

"All other guests for our flight to Geneva, please make your way to the gate for last call."

"Wait, Yn!" Panic rose in Yangyang's chest as he watched you make your way over to the doors. In a moment of pure impulse, he launched himself at the emergency exit and pushed the door open, then slammed it closed. 

The entire boarding gate erupted in ear-piercing sirens. 

You whirled back at him, a look of fear and surprise in your eyes. Good. He had your attention. 

Yangyang raced over to you again, the words he really wanted to say sitting on his tongue. "Yn, I love you."

That got your attention. Probably more than the sirens whirring in the airport and all of the eyes pinned to him for activating it. Someone over the intercom had announced a pause of all flights until security confirmed it was a false alarm. 

He continued. "I know what you're gonna say, but it's not too early to say that. Not when you make me so fucking happy that I don't know what to even do with my life without you. You're my driving force, the one who got me off my ass to actually do something with my life. I can't lose you."

Your heart thundered in your chest, louder than the chaos surrounding you. There was so much going on in his expression that you couldn't doubt his sincerity. It was probably the most heartfelt you had ever seen him. 

But… you gulped. "I'm sorry, Yangyang," you murmured, already hating the way his heart broke in his eyes, "but I have to chase this. I love y—"

"What's the emergency? Who pushed the door?"

Yangyang whipped his head toward the airport security making their way over to them. He practically growled, "Shhh! She was just about to confess her mutual love for me!" He returned his attention to you, expression hopeful, "Continue."

You couldn't help but smile, laughing under your breath. "I love you, too, Yangyang—"

Security approached. "This isn't an emergency."

"What are you talking about? This is an emergency! I'm trying to stop the love of my life from flying to Switzerland without me!" 

You squeezed his hands, drawing his attention back. You licked your lips. "I have to go."

That crack in his mask was almost enough to stop you from walking past him. Almost. Yangyang scrambled for an excuse, some way to get you to stay, as you slipped from his fingers right before his eyes. 

"Marry me!"

You froze mid-step. 

Yangyang felt his resolve steel over. He huffed, "Yeah, marry me then."

You turned around, slowly, not certain your ears were hearing things correctly. "Yangyang…"

He stepped over to you again, coming before you on one knee, your hands in his. His eyes shimmered with silver. "Yn Ln, marry me. Stay here with me—please. I don't have a ring, but I can get one on the way home."

The emergency alarm turned off suddenly, and the entire gate was descended into a thick silence. Everyone in the neighboring boarding gates, the security, and the desk workers all watched and waited for your response with bated breath. 

You wiped a tear sneaking out from the corner of your eye. "I hate you," you laughed. 

He grinned. "Is that a yes?"

"Yes, dumbass," you nodded. "Yes, I'll marry you."

The terminal erupted in applause and cheers as you said this. Butterflies flew in your stomach from the sheer amount of love you had for this man, no matter how stupid this whole situation turned out to be. 

Yangyang stood up, pressing a kiss to your lips and linking your fingers together. No one could will the massive, ear-to-ear gummy grin on his face. He could walk on air, water, sunshine! "Ready to go home?"

You pursed your lips. "About that… I'm still getting on that plane."

The pure look of betrayal on his face—"WHAT!?"

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duckie!! you have so many amazing fics, but my top faves for sure are your nomin twilight aus & jeonghan’s wedding plans !!

could and would re-read them any day!!! ^3^

ahh yup the twilight aus heh 🤧😅 i'm glad u liked them tho !! i hope one day i'll figure out how to continue the saga (maybe once i actually finish all of the movies lol)

and jsjdjsk i'm so happy u liked "wedding plans"! that one was one of my favorites to write hehe ^_^ it makes me 🥰 seeing people enjoy it (it's also apart of a greater idea i have ?? dunno if i'll go thru w it tho lol)

WORLD PAUSE. jeongin & jisunf?????? HELLO?????? duckie u have no idea how excited i am rn

𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄

welcome to my 500 follower celebration where the days are short and the nights are dark! join some of your favorite maknaes in their journeys to embrace their inner dark sides — ♚ — "what if i'm not the hero?"

WARNINGS. dark themes (violence, blood, suspense, thriller), suggestive (NOT for niki), boys who would set the world on fire for you, boys who are not afraid of a little blood, and boys who have gone a little bit bad

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𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 — h. kai

kai is a demon—which isn't really news to you because he sold his soul to satan to ensure your survival. but now that he's a demon, he is ruled by the deadly sins, and there aren't many virtues that stand in his way of getting exactly what he wants.

they say bad boys bring heaven to you.

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 — p. jisung

you and jisung don't like each other, but when your life suddenly becomes in danger, jisung is assigned to be your bodyguard. however, there's unfortunately (or fortunately) only one bed in your apartment, and even an assassin needs to sleep.

this is going to be one hell of a night.

𝐢 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 — y. jeongin

unbeknownst to you, the town potion maker is head over heels in love with you. when you come looking for a healing elixir, jeongin is jumping to help you, but—whoops. did that label say love potion?

side effects may include lovesickness.

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 — n. riki

when niki was a child, his parents were murdered in front of his eyes. now older, he has vowed to avenge them and take back what is rightfully his—the crown and his betrothed. and niki always gets what he wants.

behind every great man is a great woman.

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[1:09 am]

“are you sure you’re not cold?”

renjun’s concerned voice cuts through the silence of the night—a small cloud bursting past his lips.

your smile seems to calm his nerves, the tight squeeze you give his hand eases the wrinkle between his brows, “i’m fine, ren.”

he nods, pulling your hand into his jacket pocket nonetheless. you had refused his jacket knowing how sensitive your boyfriend was, but that only worried him a little more.

“the moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” his whisper brushes against your ear—it was almost inaudible, but you heard him.

“babe… that’s a street lamp.”