Request:Ateez idol!San x idol!reader where they like each other but don’t know how to confess and are kinda scared bc of their career, but everything works out in the end?
Notes: reader's profession isn't mentioned, and it's lovers at first sight trope, and! I didn't spend too long on the repercussions of rumours/ a dating 'scandal'.
Warning: a lil angsty as San does not remember last night. Jealous San and instigator Yunho.
Note: I rewrote this a couple of times, I didn't expect part 1 to get so much love. I felt like I had to deliver something good and I got stressed about it lmao. I hope it will suffice <3
i just read MEET UP FOR A COFFEE AND A SMILE and AAAA ITS SO GOOD !!! can i 🤭 mayhaps request san x gn!reader who feels rlly bad about their body or just has confidence/low self esteem issues and san does his best to listen whilst also reassuring his partner that they’re a beautiful person?
synopsis ⟡ feeling down because of so many insecurities, all you want is to be swallowed by a black hole and never perceived again. slowly, but surely you understand that you don’t have to deal with these worries alone, but instead let your lover prove to you how worthy of love you are.
genre ⟡ established relationship, hurt/comfort, romance, a sprinkle of angst??? at the beginning, fluff!
warnings ⟡ reader is emotionally struggling; a bit of self hatred and some venting; mentions of a lost appetite and san touching body parts (arms, stomach, legs, etc) with consent; tears inducing! (idk about you but i! sobbed! writing this!)
wc ⟡ 2.8k
author’s note ⟡ my first ever request :,) and it’s so comforting :,) thank you so much for motivating me to write this one shot @megumisthv sobs ㅜㅜ it means the world to me knowing you love my writing <3 anyone reading this, a gentle reminder that you are not alone and are so beautiful inside and out. i love you.
“jagiyaaaaaa, i’m home!” you barely hear the familiar, comforting voice of your boyfriend coming from the hallway. in a panicked state, you try to wipe away the tears as quickly as you can and get yourself up off the floor. your legs are slightly trembling and your hearing feels muffled. you can’t recall for how long you have been crying all by yourself, engulfed by the darkness and coldness of the bedroom. bedroom that you and san share, and which feels warm only when he is around, when he paints the four walls with his delightful laughter, his heavenly voice or just his pure presence, when you’re safe and sound in his embrace. there are no worries, no bad thoughts or terrible, terrible inner voices that mess up with your mind.
but it can get suffocating when you’re alone, it’s so much more difficult to tell yourself all the heartening words he can say to you when things get rough, when you start forgetting your worth. when overthinking makes it harder for you to breathe or look at yourself.
there are moments like this evening, when you can’t stop asking yourself what does he see? what could san possibly have found in you that made him fall in love and what can san still see in you that doesn’t make him want to leave? you can’t wrap your head around it. all you see when you look in the mirror is someone with so many imperfections that it’s hard to believe you are even lovable in the first place. worthy of his love. you wish you could radiate confidence next to him, but how is that possible when you feel like your thoughts swallow you whole? making you feel so insignificant?
it breaks your heart. and it evokes such sadness and disappointment inside you. because you understand that there isn’t much you can change. that you may, unrightfully so, bring san’s mood down and make him feel guilty. you love him so dearly — that’s why you’re so afraid of losing him.
there are moments like this evening, when all you do is cry your heart out because he’s not around, all curled up in a ball while tightly hugging your knees, your flushed face hidden between them. but no matter what, you don’t feel better. not even after the hours that had passed by.
“waaaah, baby, baby, i saw a new shop on my way home and it has soooooo many cute things,” he squeals. “i couldn’t get inside because i was rushing to see you but i spotted a plushie that looked just like byeol! ah, really, we should go there together!” you hear his excited chattering while he takes off his coat and sneakers. in the bedroom, you try your best to look like you’re in a deep sleep, your tears clothed eyelashes softly touching the skin of your under eyes.
and there are moments like this evening, when you can suddenly feel yourself being pulled away from your corrupted, self destructive bubble by a gentle touch that saved you so many times before, in the past.
“y/n? aegiya? hey, hey, hey, what’s the matter? honey, what’s wrong? why are you crying?”
at first, san innocently thought you just fell asleep while waiting for him and he was ready to close the bedroom’s door, but he missed you too much and wanted to take a look at his lover before leaving. to delicately trace the line of your cheekbone with his fingertips, to stare at the way you look so peaceful and beautiful while sleeping with hearts in his eyes. it’s what he does every time, but this time something was off. you couldn’t fool him, not when it comes to your truthful feelings.
in a desperate way of needing to protect you, san swiftly changes his position, from crouching besides the bed to sitting at the edge of it, leaning towards you. he is panicking internally, but he wants to help and showing you this side of him right now won’t do. for how long have you been crying? for how long has his precious lover been hurting themselves?
his heart feels crushed by the way you sob his name out and hide your face in the soft pillow. “sannie… i am sorry. i am so sorry.”
“shh, it’s alright. i am here, baby, i’ve got you. whatever it is, i am here,” he reassures you in a hushed tone. “don’t hide from me, beautiful, look at me. please, y/n.”
san’s voice sounds wretched and a bit shaky, as if it’s hard for him to control his emotions. a big weight is taken off his shoulders the moment you decide to turn around and gaze up at him, all teary eyed, looking so exhausted. mentally and physically exhausted. even if there is so much unspoken worry in his eyes, his unforeseen smile takes you by surprise, but warms your heart and makes you forget about everything for a split second. it’s a genuine, soft and loving smile, the familiar curl of his lips whenever he’s encouraging you about something.
“can i hug you, my love?”
the whispered question makes you choke up. until this exact moment, you had no idea how badly you yearned for san to wrap his hands around you, to push away all those bad thoughts for you because you can’t bear doing it all by yourself anymore. so you nod your head and reach out to him, his fingers gently interlocking with yours to pull you in a tender embrace. he lets out a long sigh, one of his arms wrapping tightly around your waist whilst his other arm hugs your shoulders, offering them a small squeeze as if he’s trying to comfort you. in this vulnerable position, you feel him beginning to slowly rock both of your bodies from side to side because he knows it calms you down. after a long minute, his sweet voice lights up the room.
“what happened, jagi? do you want to tell me?”
you sniffle as silently as you can, rubbing your cheek against his broad shoulder while you try to find the right words to speak up. you hear a soft “take your time’’ coming from san’s lips that soothes your hazy mind, his hand finding the perfect spot to caress the top of your head.
"do you love me, sannie? like, really love me? for who i am?” you shyly ask him. it’s such a stupid question, you think while wiping away with your thumb a hot tear that just rolled down your cheek.
san is taken aback by your questions, but he immediately pushes that aside, knowing it’s human for everyone to have their doubtful and insecure days. he promptly answers you. “i love you for who you are to the moon and back, y/n. i love you 3000, i loved you yesterday, i love you today and will surely, definitely, more than one hundred percent love you tomorrow. aaaand the day after tomorrow, beautiful.”
he lowers his head so he can leave a light kiss behind your ear and continues to whisper to you. “and so on. for the rest of my life. i love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.”
not only your body, but your dark thoughts as well seem to melt away the more san comforts you, the more he envelops you in his adoration.
you slowly rise your head and meet a pair of cat-like eyes fondly looking back at you. san softly hums as he leans in and kisses your forehead, the intimate gesture compelling you to close your eyes in content.
“i just… gosh, i hate the way i look, the way i act, i think, i speak, i hate it all,” you let out what has been eating you inside. you sigh as you feel his lips turn into a pout against the skin of your forehead. “i’m sorry, i shouldn’t sadden you even mo–”
“ah, how dare you apologize for such thing, aegiya?” he gently scolds you, but his frowning quickly fades away once he understands the gravity of the situation. “when i say that i love you, i mean it especially in moments like these. even if my heart hurts to see you this sad and all i want to do is keep you in there, protected from everything, i do want to witness every part of you. no matter how awful you think it is. i am not leaving, y/n. i am willing to love you through all of your ups and downs.”
the wicked voice in the back of your head tells you to deny his confession, but san feels your uncertainty and slowly raises his hands, cupping your face as you feel the warmth of his palms against your cheeks. you inhale deeply, — an attempt to stop another wave of tears.
“hey. can you do something for me baby?” he quietly asks you, with hope written all over his face. the second you agree with him, your boyfriend breaks into his well known dimpled smile. “thank you. here, hold my hand as tight as you want, okay?”
you listen to him and grab his hand, san bringing yours close to his mouth and kissing the back of it affectionately. he helps you get up.
“follow me.”
“where are we going?” you ask, a bit anxious and san can sense it from the way you’ve tightened your grip on his hand.
“don’t worry, we aren’t leaving the bedroom. come on, come on!” he cutely giggles, gently shaking your hand.
without any more questions, you walk behind him until both of you are facing the long mirror on the wall. you can’t help but frown, visibly confused as san makes you stay in front of him, your back facing his front.
“give me a few more minutes of your time, my love. i promise it will be worth it.”
you can’t help but softly smile at him. “san, you know i would give you my every second for the rest of my life if needed.”
he dramatically clutches his heart, shutting his eyes tight while his head falls back. “aing! wah! ouch, baby, my heart!”
his playful reaction sparked an amused chuckle out of you. your lover smiles, clearly very proud of himself for making you laugh a bit. and very proud of you for allowing yourself to feel better.
“do you have the slightest idea how brightly you radiate when you smile? when you look at me with those pretty, sparkly eyes of yours? do you have any idea how lucky i am, mm?”
you instinctively bite your lower lip, looking away from him. you yelp when you feel his fingertips all of the sudden tickling your waist. laughing, you want to protest, but his face expression softens your heart.
“don’t look awaaaaay, my plan won’t work if you do thaaat!” he admits, all sulky and with begging eyes.
“okay, okay,” you mutter, fighting another giggle.
smiling again, san stops his tickling. instead, he comfortably lets his hands rest on your hips. “this time, can you try looking at yourself in the mirror rather than looking back at me, aegiya?”
you close your eyes for a brief moment, gaining some inner strength to look at yourself without breaking down. when you open your eyes, you notice san patiently glancing at you.
“mm. ah! no, no, eyes on yourse– that’s it,” he lets out a breathy giggle, patting your hips. “good job.”
his praising gives you more courage, even if you still find it hard to keep your eyes fixated on your face and body. “um… where do i look?”
“just listen to me and your eyes will follow naturally, okay?”
you hum, leaning onto him slightly. he notices and with a cheerful sound escaping his curled lips, hugs you from behind.
“i love your eyes. their color, their shape… those gorgeous eyes have seen so much. witnessed so many memorable moments, but also unpleasant ones that helped you grow as a person. i also love your nose. really, ah, i really love your nose, did you know that, jagi?”
san raises one hand and softly traces the line of your nose. when his finger reaches the tip of it, he lets out an adorable “boop!”. you close your eyes and laugh at how endearing he is.
“i also love when your nose wrinkles like that when you laugh. you’re so cute,” he whines. “why can’t i just make you pocket sized and keep you in there? because i wouldn’t be able to kiss you and cuddle with you then!” him answering his own question is a very amusing sight for you.
“ah, and your cute cheeks that i always kiss and–”
“and sometimes munch on them.” you teasingly finish his sentence. he pouts again, as if he got caught.
“but they look munchable! it’s not my fault!”
while you’re giggling at him, san’s fingers move a bit lower, to the corner of your lips. you feel your face starting to heat up.
“i love your lips. the shape of them. so mesmerizing, baby,” he whispers and your eyes follow his, staring at the way his fingertip barely touches your cupid’s bow. you don’t move, barely breathing while he traces the shape of your mouth. “your thoughts always come out through those lips. and you always bless me with the way you talk, the way your voice sounds. and the way you pucker your lips when you lean in to share a kiss with me. how soft they feel against mine. i strongly believe they were made for me.”
you become aware of how hot your cheeks have become. san notices that as well and smiles, muttering a “cute” under his breath before moving lower with his hands, making sure to lovingly caress every inch of your skin.
“your shoulders. you carried and still carry so much weight on them. and i admire you so much for that. you are such a strong person,” he speaks softly and his words touch the deepest corner of your heart, making it flutter against your rib cage. to know he appreciates you for the battles you went through the same way you admire him for fighting his own struggles is very comforting.
“but my shoulders are broader, baby, so i don’t mind if you throw some of that weight on them, if not all of it. your strong boyfriend can handle it!”
his fingers slowly move down your arms. “i love your arms too. the way you always wrap them around me. you make me feel so loved,” san whispers, softly kissing your right shoulder. “so loved. i love when we snuggle up to each other and i get to be the little spoon.”
“mhm, i know. you’re always so excited about that.” both of you laugh at your words. san kisses your hands one more time before going lower on your body. once they reach your stomach, he interlocks his own fingers against it, smiling to himself.
“i love your stomach, baby. so much. it always makes me so happy when you fill it with yummy food. when i bring you to the best restaurants and we sit there, enjoying each other’s presence and the delicious meals we chose to eat. i know it’s hard to have a good appetite sometimes, but i want you to know how proud i feel when i look at you enjoying your favorite food. the way you go nom nom nom nom nom nom,” he cutely mimics. you giggle, shaking your head. “really! it warms my heart.”
he takes you by surprise when he crouches down behind you and hugs your legs, clinging to them with the sweetest look on his face.
“sannie, love, wha–”
“i can’t forget your legs, jagiyaaaa! those legs that i love so much. they bring you to so many places. they brought you to me,” he sighs in content, hugging them a bit tighter. “the way they move whenever i make you dance with me in the living room or kitchen. ah, i’m so thankful for them.”
this whole time, your eyes have been following san’s hands without even realizing. with his help and gentle care, you managed to draw imaginary, precious flowers all over your body. from the corner of your eyes, to all the way down where you ground yourself. everything feels like a breath of fresh air, thanks to him. and you will probably never know how to thank him enough for everything he does for you. but as you turned around to press your lips against his in an intimate kiss, you secretly made a promise to him. that no matter how difficult the real life gets, he has the key to your heart, a heart which will always beat for him. that you will forever allow him to ease up your mind and help you breathe.
summary: a quiet morning snowed in at the cabin with san ❄
prompt: Good evening :) could I please request soft sleepy winter morning san/reader? 🎶
note: 18+ content, minors DNI. // this fic fully got away from me so please enjoy the most tooth rotting rom-com fluff i've ever written. i'm also a big believer that san deserves more fluffy fics, this man is a sweetheart and too husband material
warnings: idol!san, fem!reader, established relationship, soft sex, quiet sex, sleepy fooling around, stupidly romantic idiots in love. please let me know if I missed any.
pairings: choi san x reader
genre: idol x non idol, self insert, extremely fluffy fluff with some smut 💍
synopsis: being in love with your boss, doctor jeong yunho, is a nightmare. unlike this dream you're having right now of him gently kissing you in the middle of the night. but something feels off. doctor jeong doesn't quite sound like himself...
wc: +- 11k (preview is 0.6k)
tag preview: multiple smut scenes (2), demon!san (he has magical powers), monster cock!san, dirty talk, oral (f&m), overstim (f), multiple orgasms (he ain't no sex demon for nothing), breeding kink, explicitly asking for consent, pet names (kitten, baby, good girl), praising, begging, orgasm control, cum play
a/n: im rewriting this old fic and i need to get hyped up to finish it up. please tell me if you wanna be tagged <3
could i have a xavier thorpe request with an established relationship and the reader gets injured by the hyde or during the fight with crackstone? Thank you im just a sucker for angst.
summary: after getting a fight with xavier, you get injured
notice: she/her pronouns, swearing, reader gets hurt, overprotective xavier? bianca and xavier were never together, bianca is not a bully in here (i think thats all)
pairing: xavier thorpe x reader
a/n: i spent maybe 5 mins brainstorming abt the summary :’), but reblogs would help and im literally too embarrassed to read this so i could proofread it but enjoy lol, but check the hashtag #xavizgirl so you can see all my works there ahaha
you and xavier had a fight last week and you haven’t talked to him ever since because he was jealous of a guy he saw you walking to class with,
though it was really stupid, you have to admit you did miss him a lot, you missed his stupid face, how he peppered you with kisses, how he handed you paintings of yourself or one of your favorite things you told him about, cuddling with him almost every night, you just miss him in general.
“hey, do you wanna hang out today? maybe go shopping?” bianca asks
you were too busy staring at a picture with xavier and you in it,
“huh?” you asked cluelessly as you heard muffled noises from her mouth
“let me guess, xavier? you’ve been ranting about the fight between you two for about a week, ya know?” the siren stated
“he’s just so stupid, he didn’t even let me finish what i was trying to say after he pulled me off the fucking guy!” you explained
“well, maybe you should just try confronting the boy. who knows you two just need to talk?” she answers
“well maybe i could do that, but what am i gonna say to him? it’s gonna be so awkward” you whined
“just explain how you’ve been feeling about the fight, how you barely know the guy, and stuff, but it has to be sincere and it has to come from your heart” she advised
“i’ll try my best, thank you bianca, i really owe you for this one okay?” you gave her a smile
“goodluck, y/n!” she gave you a thumbs up
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you pulled out your phone go text xavier,,
y/n: hey can we talk?
xay: uh sure? why?
y/n: can we plz just talk
xay: ok, when and where
y/n: like rn, and maybe our spot in the woods
xay: ok be there rn
you hearted his message and put your cellphone into your pocket, you were walking in the forest so that you could meed up with xavier and make things right until a large, hairy, grey, big eyes, bloodshot monster stumbled you over, it looked like a beast or some sort of creature. it trapped you and before you knew it, it’s claw’s scratched your skin through your clothes twice and you were a literal bleeding mess. you tried to run as fast as you could and tried to grab your phone so that you could call an ambulance or xavier but realized you have dropped it while running, and that was all you remembered.
xavier was still waiting for you and he was starting to get impatient and think he was getting pranked, he has texted you nonstop and sent you calls but it kept going to voicemail, eventually.. he gave up and tried to go back to nevemore but he saw your unconscious body and you were bleeding.
“y/n? what the fuck!” he screamed as he saw you
“everything’s gonna be fine, everything’s gonna be fine” he said running to your body panicking and immediately called the ambulance
once they have arrived they took you into the truck, while xavier was so awfully worried and kept blaming himself while pacing, bianca and ajax walked up to him and asked what happened,
“it’s y/n.. she got fucking attacked!” the artist cursed
“hey, it’s gonna be alright, okay? the nurses and doctors are gonna make sure she’s gonna make it” ajax calms him down
“and besides, we can also visit her. dont worry, we’re all here for you xavier” the siren added
it has been 3 weeks and you still haven’t woken up, xavier was so stressed, his lips are so dry, he looked like he hasn’t eaten in about a week, and he has very dark eye bags, it was the weekend and he decided to go visit you.
he opened the door and saw that you still haven’t woken up, he sighed and put one of his letters on the table.
“i miss you” he muttered while grabbing your cold hands
“it’s all my fault” the blonde boy sighs
you opened your eyes slowly and saw him tearing up a bit, “xavi..?” you say
“y/n! you’re awake!” he looked up and saw that you were awake so he quickly wiped his tears with his sleeve.
“were you crying, xavi?” you asked and tried to sit up and but felt a pain in your stomach and hissed in pain,,
“fuck!” you cried
“hey, hey, hey, the doctors say your stomach is still not okay, so they don’t recommend sitting for now, yeah? but they say it will heal a bit fast, so you’re gonna be okay, alright?” he dodged your question
“xavi.. you’re ignoring my question” you gave him a frown
“i’m not crying, silly. and even if i was it wouldn’t matter, we need to focus on you right now, bubs” he points to you
“and i kinda want to apologize, for you know.. being jealous and overprotective, i’m the reason you got here..” he says
“don’t blame yourself, i should’ve waited for the next day” you chucked reaching out for his hand
he held your hand and kissed your forehead, “i won’t let anything happen to you, i promise i’m gonna keep you safe, okay?” he assured
Summary: After an embarrassing accident, Xavier finds himself at your door. Words: 2.6k Warnings: mentions of injury and blood, cliche trope okay i get it
Xavier huffed; the dimly lit hallways proving little to no sight for the boy as he snuck through Ophelia Hall. His right arm was cradled against his heaving chest as it softly bounced with movement, ragged sounds pushing reticently through gritted teeth. He could feel his brows drop with furrowed pain but it would soon subside with each step closer to your dorm. Xavier didn’t expect his usual escapade at his art shed to turn awry, but one misstep outside and a large rock later, the boy found himself with muffled screams into his hood-covered shoulder and a definite broken wrist. The crisp night air bit at the injury the moment he, with immense hesitation, made a move to inspect it - his pale skin already splattered with purple and green hues that under any other circumstance would make a beautiful painting. He knew that if anybody could help him in that moment, then it would be you and your instinctual knack for being so caring. That’s what had led him to your door; a thin yellow light shimmering from underneath to indicate that the occupants were awake, and through the discomforting soreness he felt, Xavier couldn’t help but curl a small relieved smile.
He knocked twice - his spare hand shaking as knuckles brushed against wood, his trembles evident in the weakness of the thumping. Xavier found no hesitation, or second thought, when he decided to ask you for assistance. It was as if all of his trust, which after years of abandonment and disregard from his father made sure to limit severely, had been given so tenderly into your hands where you would always hold it close. After all, you never let Xavier down, and there would be no chance where you’d find yourself needing to. He rocked with impatience as he glanced at his surroundings; hoping, silently begging, that Miss Thornhill wouldn’t turn around the corner and catch him helpless and bloody in your doorway. He could hear shuffling and murmured voices, his eyes squinting slightly as the door opened wide and the inside light began to flood out. He was met with raised brows before the owner’s gaze locked onto his reason for being there.
Xavier gulped, his voice tired and wheezy from the screams of agony released earlier, “Hey… I-is Y/N there?”
12 inches. a whole foot shorter. you were 5”2 and Percy was 6”2. he liked how he could tower you. he liked the way you would have to look up at him. he especially appreciated when it was sunny outside because you would have to look up and the sun would catch your eyes making you scrunch your face. he also enjoyed how your hands would be wayyyy smaller than his. but out of all these things, his favorite thing about how short you were was putting his head on top of yours and wrapping his hands around your waist.
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