#I've been working on this for weeks please enjoy this little teaser

[lemonandtheart]

Guess who only has one job now instead of two and is back! It's me!

I have made my own TMNT iteration! I'm still drawing out the comic. I've got a lot written but now I have to sketch the pages and line and color everything in. I'll hopefully keep making more fun little things to post before I'm done. The comic is going to be fully colored, so I made this reference sheet for the boys and April. I'll give some little fun facts of my iteration too.

April:

I think she should be allowed to be more girly. She's still just as brave and tenacious, she's just going to do that while wearing cutesy clothes. I also feel my April is a girls girl and as much as she loves her boys she prefers the company of other women. She's still into journalism and is going to college for it in my version, while getting a minor is computer science because 2003 April had a thing for machines just like Donnie and I want my April be able to benefit the team like that. She's also a little chubby as I am guilty of giving her my body type. April's nails are real and she paints them whenever they chip.

Leo: *Holds him gently* I am a Leo girly through and through. In my iteration he's 18 and his brothers never let him forget he's the adult but only when things are going bad so he has to take the fall. He's got very bad anxiety because he's fully aware that every action he takes could result in someone getting hurt or dying and it freaks him out and makes him very cautious and overprotective. All of the boys have fangs, but his left one is too big to fit properly in his mouth. He also has a hero complex where he feels an intense desire to be a hero and save people. He feels like he's always steps away from failure so he makes up for it by giving everything his all all of the time.

Raph: My Raph is more of a jokester than a menace. His face just looks like that by the way, he's actually in a very good mood in my reference picture haha. He enjoys sports and weight lifting, but he also enjoys working with his hands in crafting and knitting. He's knit all of Donnie's sweaters. He likes the quiet when he's home and loud exciting get-your-hands-dirty action when he's not. He's the closest to normal out of all of them, just a slightly angsty and sarcastic teenage boy who wants to throw hands and fool around. Ride his motorcycle and kick ass. He has an intense and deep love for his family, like all Raphs do. He would take a bullet for each and every one of them. He enjoys coming home bloodied if it means that no one else got hurt. His favorite way to interact with his brothers is to lovingly bully them.

Donnie: My Donnie must be wearing long sleeves, long pants, socks, and shoes at all points in time. I stole this from me as well, as I'm autistic and so is he and I have to dress like that unless it's too hot out. His feet are highly sensitive and he will cry from overstimulation if made to walk barefoot. He can feel every rock and it hurts. Sometimes he can feel the rocks through his shoes even. He wears shoes in the house, also like me (I have inside shoes and so does he). He doesn't emote much, his face naturally settling into o_o. He's very good at lying because he's so stone faced. He often throws Mikey and Raph under the bus for bad things he does and no one ever figures out it was him that did it. He's got lots of tech and spends most of his time in his lab. Mikey often bothers him, so he made an AI to respond on his behalf and add any potential activities Mikey wants them to do together into his calendar. Mikey does not know he's not actually chatting with Don.

Mikey: In my version, when they mutated they were all already different ages. Mikey was a literal baby, not even able to sit up on his own yet. He's treated with little brother privileges and he gets away with so much. He's a menace, getting away with everything because he's got a cute face and his little brother status makes it very hard for them to say no. They all speak varying degrees of Japanese because they learned it from their dad. Mikey uses Nii-chan to get whatever he wants. He is a master manipulator and can cry on command. The only way they can tell if his tears are real or not is if he throws up. If he throws up, they're real. He's needy and bratty and wants to be the center of attention at all times. If not enough eyes are on him, he causes problems and pulls pranks to get negative attention. Despite all that, he's incredibly sweet and caring. He's a bleeding heart. He thinks of April as his big sister, even though no one else does. Later, he gets matching bracelets with April and she gives him makeovers and when she paints her nails she paints his too. Like 2003 Mikey he likes to dress up and play roles and be silly.

[kazz-brekker]

hotd episode 2 thoughts

aegon screaming hysterically and smashing up viserys's model of old valyria…alicent unable to get through a sentence without sobbing…helaena staring blankly at the wall and clutching jaehaerys's blanket…i love acting but also that all kind of broke me.

genuinely i am enjoying tom glynn-carney as aegon SO much, he's quickly becoming one of my favorite actors on the show and gives his character so much nuance.

otto using his grandson's horrific death as a pr stunt…truly that man never stops working, he's always on the clock.

i also LOVED the big blowout fight scene between rhaenyra and daemon, it's about time someone dragged that man to hell and back. "the darkness you sheathe within yourself like a sword" and "i don't trust you" and "you're pathetic" go OFF rhaenyra!

criston please don't send someone else on a suicidal assassination mission because you were slacking your duty and banging alicent while the heir to the throne got decapitated. oh, who i am kidding, that man has never had a normal reaction to anything in his life.

i'm so glad we got an actual scene with baela (and the promise of more with her and moondancer in future weeks!) since she and rhaena have been horrendously underused so far.

aemond you have so many issues please go to therapy not a brothel. also i've blogged about this before but the idea that he really thinks he's an equal threat to daemon honestly is so silly.

alyn AND addam of hull spotted, we've got the complete set, and a little teaser of seasmoke as well!

the scene between corlys and rhaenys where corlys was like "if daemon would just submit to rhaenyra and enjoy being a bottom as i do on occasion" made me laugh so hard my sister asked me if i was okay.

i'm very intrigued by the scene between rhaenyra and mysaria (especially the mutual bonding over being exasperated by daemon) since they're technically on the same side but very much at odds in the book and i'm curious to know if this will continue in future episodes.

i really like that this season is emphasizing the perspectives of smallfolk like the hull brothers, hugh hammer, and the brothel mistress, it's something i felt was missing in season 1.

this really was an episode of targaryen men getting absolutely dragged by others for their poor political decisions. can't say i support otto's decisions most of the time but he was 100% correct about aegon.

also the moment where otto realized he had schemed for 20+ years to land a total idiot who just fired him on the throne…delicious, but rhys ifans played it so well i honestly still felt bad for him.

daeron mention! at this point i was honestly starting to think they had cut him from the show so that was a surprise.

as an identical twin i very much enjoyed the erryk and arryk drama but i must admit that i ALSO could not tell the twins apart when they were dueling. someone please revoke my twin card.

alicent walking into a room, seeing aegon crying, and just walking out was kind of funny ngl.

i really didn't expect criston and alicent's dynamic this season but i'm honestly enjoying it a lot. the mutual self-flagellation over their affair, alicent repeatedly slapping him and criston allowing it…really fun honestly.

caraxes is properly coming back next episode and it's true, i HAVE missed that noodle boy <3

also it looks like our first proper looks at harrenhal, moondancer, and a bracken vs. blackwood fight!

[the-peak-tmnt]

Reciprocity TMNT fic status update!

YO! I'm way more active on Twitter, and I realize I've been posting status updates there but not here!

I am SO SORRY that the Reciprocity Chapter 20 is taking so long! We have a fall/Halloween event running every weekend this month at work that I am (unwillingly) in charge of. I've been going full tilt on this to get it up and running and haven't taken a full day off in weeks until yesterday, and I've just been too worn out to work on anything.

I was finally getting back to it, but yesterday evening my mom called to say my dad was on his way to the ER. He's gonna be fine, but this kinda threw me off my groove again.

I'm also prioritizing my piece for the @tmntzines Leader In Blue zine right now. I'm really excited about this, and it's a nice break from the maximum angst-fest that is Reciprocity lol.

Anyway, I just wanted to give a quick update here to let you guys know that I haven't abandoned Reciprocity or intentionally gone on hiatus or anything! Please enjoy this little teaser of what's to come in Chapter 20 😉

[fellow-travelers-fic-recs]

Fellow Travelers Fic Recs | Monthlyish Recap (Part One)

Some of the favorite fics read by FTFR and/or newly posted in the months of May and June! This is a big one, friends... So, I'll be breaking it up into two parts. (Part Two: Here)

Mod Notes: My life's been so chaotic the past couple of months—a big move, new job, and new puppy... lots of big changes all at once, that doesn’t leave much time for reading fic, or keeping up with posting all the recs & recaps. So, apologies for the delays! While I get my bearings with the new work schedule and commute, some of the coming weeks' posts might be delayed, skipped or combined with another week's category. Please bear with me as I play a little fast and loose with the usual FTFR schedule.

Enjoy the summer! -Cy 💜💜💜

Anyway... onto the recs!

😇 🍕 This time around, we have not one, but two very special afterlife AU’s, a pizza delivery driver AU and a few other fantastic recent updates in some ongoing WIPs you might already be keeping track of. You can find the most recent chapters posted of these ongoing works here: Featured WIPs Rec List

💦 May wasn't so much of a collection as it was a trio of prompts, with “Missing Years”, “May I…” and “International Wankers Day” being on May 28. You will find them mixed throughout this month's rec list.

🧁 Of course, June 6 was our most beloved Catholic boy from Staten Island’s birthday, and there were a few fics to mark the occasion! 🎄 Mary and Tim celebrate Christmas in the 1950s, while 1980s Hawk makes good on a special wish Tim made long ago. ✍️Hawk breaks his promise not to write… While Tim breaks his vow not to give into unholy temptation. 🙏 ☀️ Kenny and Leonard forge a summertime bond before the war ... While Jackson reconnects with dad’s special friend from the cabin, out in San Francisco. 🚗

These are just a few teasers of the many great new fics posted in the past two months. It's been hard to keep up with them all! Check out the links below.

📚 Promise You WILL Write Masterpost (Updated w/May & June fics) If you're feeling inspired, please visit the collection to leave a prompt for someone to write or take one for yourself... All are welcome!Check out their page @promiseyouwillwrite for more info.

📣 May’s Features of the Month:

Fic of the Month: gold-skinned, eager baby by @lispenardst | lispenardstreet

Author of the Month: @redmyeyes | redmyeyes

May Featured Collection: Fire Island Fics 🔥🏝️ A handful of new Fire Island fics were posted recently, just in time for summer! Be sure to check out the new, updated list!

📚 More fic recs can be found at the fic register, here.

Not quite what you're looking for? Tell us what you had in mind, here! → 💌

✨ Show our amazing authors some love with your comments and kudos on the fics you enjoyed after reading! Likes are lovely, but please reblog this post to share this content with your mutuals! ✨

Happy Reading!

⛱️ It Can't Be Right [G, 2K] by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) Tim has had a long day, but he doesn't quite get the welcome home he is looking for.

☀️ never enough [T, 2K] by kikisfuneralservice "Promise you won't write?"

"I won't."

Yet, he did anyway.

⛱️‘Somewhere In My Memory’ [T, 3K] by bre_thomas Hawk visits Tim at his apartment in San Francisco. He has a plan to take him to New York City for Christmas. Hawk wanting to just spend time with him. He thought they would have more time, but little did Hawk know that this weekend was the last he would ever spend with Tim.

☀️ i've got my love to keep me warm [T, 6K] by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords Mary brings Tim to a Christmas party at Hawk's mother's house.

⛱️ right or wrong i can't get along without you [NR, 3K] by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords Jackson Fuller disappears and everyone fears the worst - until he turns up in San Francisco asking Tim for help.

☀️ Making Time [G, 1K] by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) Hawk runs into Tim at work. Cue some flirting and favours.

⛱️ rough trade [NR, 3K] by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords Tim decides to plan a weekend in Rehoboth - not exactly a do-over, but close enough. It's exactly what they both needed.

☀️ Don't Try Hiding 'Cause There Isn't Any Use [G, 632] by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) Kenny and Lenny share a stolen moment during tennis practice.

Part 2 of You Better Be True To Me

⛱️I'm More Than Just Sure [G, 1K] by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) Before the second world war begins, Kenny and Lenny enjoy a vacation at the lake.

Fluff.

Part 3 of You Better Be True To Me

☀️ creating memories that will last [G, 4K] by @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup 1991, five years after Tim's death. His friends are interviewed for a documentary film about his life.

⛱️ You're an Angel, I'm a Dog [E, 2K] by spiffyyy 💠 He was never that good.

“Father, forgive me for all the times when I fall short of your standards…” He took a breath and watched the ceiling fan rotate once, then twice. “And I��m sorry for this. It was what you gave me.”

Tim picked his phone up and swallowed dryly before tapping on the notification to open Grindr.

Or, the unlikely pairing of religious trauma and a Grindr hookup.

☀️ With You 'Mongst The Flowers [G, 1K] by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) A hot summer day in Milan, Hawk is swimming. Tim is napping on the veranda.

Fluff. Really just fluff.

Part 5 of Bravery

⛱️ Kiss of Fire [NR, 2K] by drabbleswabbles💠 Tim pays a matchmaker to set him up on a blind date. Things do not go according to plan.

☀️ Almost Paradise [T, 8K] by @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3 | Likerealpeopledo In 1992, Hawk dies and goes...somewhere.

Equal parts apology tour, long-awaited reunions, and reluctant spiritual exploration, Hawk takes a journey through the a |fterlife and back to Tim.

⛱️ I Wanna Be a Cowboy's Sweetheart [E, 3K] by @jesterlesbian | captainquint Hawk tipped his hat politely towards Tim, the way he always did when he rode back into town and stabled his horse at the Liberty Bell, where Tim worked as a stable hand. The pay wasn’t much, but it was steady work, and the off-chance of spotting Hawkins Fuller in leather chaps astride a horse sweetened the pot considerably.

Hawk flashed Tim the look that he understood meant “Meet me around the back,” so Tim dawdled for a few moments more, trying in vain to wipe off as much dirt and muck as he could from his shirt before oh-so-casually strolling to behind the stables, where it met the treeline and provided just the right amount of cover.

☀️hold on (i'm coming) [NR, 2K] by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords Hawk's nightly phone calls become increasingly desperate until Tim has no choice but to go to him.

⛱️ my boy [G, 783] by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords Tim wants to know who Hawk belongs to. The answer isn't what he expects.

☀️a fool for life [NR, 1K] by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords Hawk has a panic attack, and Skippy takes care of him.

⛱️ grenade [G, 546] by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords Hawk is waiting for the results of his HIV test.

☀️ Late Night [G, 1K] by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) Hawk is working late at home. Tim keeps him company.

⛱️ 'I Want To Be With You' [E, 3K] by @bre1995 | bre_thomas, @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) It all started at the Nomad Bar when Hawk left Tim on his own.

Based on their weekend getaway trip with a filler scene of what happened in the hotel room before dinner.

Check out the May/June Recap Part Two Here

💠Authors: If your tumblr (or other socials) isn’t linked, and you'd like it to be, let me know and I'll be happy to add it! Or, if you’re linked already and would prefer not to be, please contact me to remove it.

[lavendercrow136]

I swear to you, to those who have been tuning into my fanfics I will love you through it all , and Tell me this isn't goodbye love, I did not forget about you. I've been extremely busy with work, to the point of an encroaching burn out.

I'm literally exhausted all of the time, and deal with an almost daily dosage of stress that's not healthy but there's not much I can do to change it because it's part of the job.

Not only am I just so tired, but my body says we're in pain, and we would like to not move around for a while.

Socially I am just nonexistent, I have friends I have not seen or hung out with in weeks and luckily I let them know what's going on and their okay with it and understand but people can only be patient for so long.

Mental health wise is a bit of a seesaw of anxiety and depression, spiced up with insomnia and hyper-insomblance, and goblin energy.

So I guess what I'm saying is I apologize for the delay on new content, and I hope you will continue to bear with me and support me through this difficult time.

I'm hoping to be able to post new content for your viewing pleasure soon and then get back to posting content on a regular basis.

I will warn you it might be a bit before I actually get it on any sort of viewing platform, for your reading pleasure that is because I try to only ever post chapters when I'm proud of them. When I know their good, or at least think their good. AND then I post them and I hope that you all agree and enjoy.

In other news though I have not posted a new chapter for "I will love you through it all" in a hot minute I looked at my Kudos and hits today, 989 hits and 40 Kudos!! Thank you all so much for continuing to follow along and read my work, it means more then you even know, and gives me the little bit of a push I need to keep going.

I also really need to provide a large shout out to my fiance who has been putting up with my emotional ass with both support and love and patience, thank you so much baby, for loving me when it feels like the whole world around me is a hurricane trying to tear me apart you are my safe space, my home, my everything. You are the light house that keeps me from crashing into the rocks and sinking into the abyss of my own negative thoughts, I love you so much @propertyofmilfs 3 monthes till we're together again, the distance between us may be hard but my love you are entirely worth every second minute and hour of the wait, 3 monthes till I feel at home again and I have you in my arms. ❤️

ALSO this is SO Important, if anyone at all knows anyone who used to live in the USA that immigrated to the Netherlands, and is currently residing in the Netherlands, please help me get in contact with them. I'd like to be able to move to be with my fiancé but neither of us really know where to start and the websites are confusing. So if anyone has any information or knows anyone please please please help 🙏

Thank you for your patience, and as always I will update you when I have more news and chapters updates and teasers.

Love, lavendercrow136

@propertyofmilfs @barbarasstar @vii-v @o1iviac1aire @winterfireblond @larissaoftarthweems @weemssapphic @weemswife

[sincerely-sofie]

Check-in for October 24, 2023

I'm planning on doing regular check-ins that peeps can read or skip as much as they please. If you want to see behind the scenes of my projects or get to know me a bit better, feel free to peek below the cut! If not, just look at this color palette I made for my web dev class and admire it:

I know green and pink are my favorite colors, so I may be just a tad biased, but look!!! Look at how pretty it is!!!

I plan to use the palette for a website that is basically a guided tour of a fictional town that's populated by bug people, and while the colors used in the initial character sketches are still my preference, I don't think they look too bad in this proof of concept image! They definitely need some tweaking, and some details in the art itself need correcting, but all around it's not too shabby :>

I also made the logo for the website which, while uninspired, doesn't look that bad. I'm not in a logo design course, so I can't be too upset about that. I made two versions--- a light and dark one--- so that I could have it appear on most colors of background.

Also, I've printed off tons of art and stuck it on my walls over the past few days to inspire me. The art wall has been very successful in beautifying my space, but I've been a bit too worn out to draw much other than the start of a project where I draw individual generations of pokemon by memory. Venusaur looks exactly like I remembered it, but also nothing like that at all. Charizard's line only looks halfway decent by virtue of Twig existing.

I must say, though, that I am charmed by these drawings' doofy lil grins. Just look at Bulbasaur. He is raring to go! Charmander is ready to shake your hand! Look at these lads!!

I've been trying to learn Clip Studio Paint by drawing a new The Present is a Gift comic in it, but I cannot begin to explain to you all how intimidating of a program it is for me. I'm a Procreate gal, y'all. I have a conniption whenever I look at the Photoshop interface. When I look at this:

I am desperate for the cozy white space of this:

I spent over an hour struggling to draw a simple piece for Instagram, admittedly while desperately trying to get OBS to not give out on me while I recorded my screen, but I think that I'm slowly learning how to not faint whenever the Paint window boots up.

Anyhoo--- enjoy the WIP teaser for the upcoming comic featuring a chat between Dusknoir (piloting a KO'd Twig) and Darkrai amidst a cave-in. If I am found dead, know that said comic worked alongside Clip Studio Paint to kill me.

As an update for The Present is a Gift in terms of the fanfic, I recently broke 6,000 words for the first draft. I haven't been writing too regularly--- when I do, it's usually to just sit down for 30 minutes max to try and get a little bit of a head start on NaNoWriMo coming up--- but whenever I do, the words come in batches of 400-700+ at a time. My dudes, I used to take a week to reach the lower end of that amount. I've been beating perfectionism back with a stick while sobbing "Quantity begets quality! Quantity begets quality!", but since I've set myself a challenge to write as many garbage words as possible without editing them until the first draft is done, I've been writing--- and enjoying the process of writing--- more than I have in my entire life.

I've been trying to win NaNoWriMo, a challenge where you write 50k words in November, for the last 7 years. I resigned myself to being a NaNo rebel and trying to write just 15k words next month. But if I keep cranking out 1,500 words in under two writing sprints per day--- without properly trying to eliminate distractions--- I think I could actually win for once??? I didn't think Pokemon Mystery Dungeon fanfiction would be what gave me a fighting chance at winning NaNoWriMo, but here I am. PMD brainrot truly is a miraculous thing, but I'll have to see exactly miraculous it is on the 1st of November.

So... yep! I probably should have figured out a way to sign off on check-in posts before deciding to publish this. Oops. Welp. Um. Thanks for reading?

Sincerely, Sofie

[yourkimjaejin]

Bailed On Me

You guys asked for more MoxyxJohnny! I return with ANGST....and a little fluff. Seriously thought I've been working on a Closer Look post about Johnny and Moxy's relationship that I hope you'll like but until then here's something I cooked up after reading about Boyoung and Johnny angst over at @multifandom-02 Enjoy!! ~Author Izzy

Also Trigger Warning for mean/intrusive thoughts

It had been a particularly bad practice for Moxy. Learning choreography was wayy harder as an actual idol rather than a trainee. In training, they expected you to struggle. Struggling proved how serious you were. As a trainee weeks away from debut, struggling ain’t an option.

127’s teachers had started on fine tuning the group’s Limitless choreography for the group's comeback with their new members. But none of that mattered today. Her first teaser as a member of NCT had dropped. To celebrate. Johnny and Doyoung promised to take her out tonight. 

With the divide between Moxy and the rest of the group, Johnny and Doyoung were kind of forced to split their time between both sides. While the rest of 127 were able to spread out throughout the two floors of their dorm, the two usually took Moxy out so she could breathe. 

As per usual Moxy stuck around after practice to give her some time alone from the stares she’d get at every practice. She only stayed about an hour before hurrying home ready for a night out with her two favorite members who were basically her brothers now. 

The wide smile on her face was wiped away at the silence in the dorms. Silence was unusual for the 127. Something was always going on. Moxy went to see where her oppa’s were but after checking their rooms both were missing. 

Moxy figured they went out early to snag a table. She checked her phone to see a text from Doyoung. 

The members and I went to get food. We’ll be back late so you should order something. Get some rest Momo-ah!!

Her heart stopped. Did they forget? Moxy though as she plopped on the couch in the living room. The only time she sat there was when she was alone or the rest of the boys were asleep. One terrible thought past by her mind

You know they’ll always choose them over you

Tears bubbled to the surface but Moxy swallowed them back. She refused to cry over this. Johnny and Doyoung had a right to spend time with the members they’ve known since the beginning. 

That’s right! You’re just the extra baggage they have to carry around

Moxy shook the unwanted thoughts away. She got up, stomping through the dorm to her separate room. That’s ok, I’ll go celebrate by myself She walked over to her closet to get ready. 

Sitting at her favorite paejeon restaurant she couldn’t help but think of Johnny and Doyoung. This would be way more fun if oppa was here. She took another bite of her pancake when the chair across from hers was pulled out. 

“You're one of Johnny’s members right? Thea?” The guy sat down. For a moment Moxy didn’t recognize him until he smiled at her. 

That was Kai.

Moxy tripped getting up to bow, “안녕하세요, 선배님.” Kai waved off her 90 degree bow inviting her to sit back down. 

“Relax, we’re not at a schedule. What are you doing here alone? You’re far from the dorms.” Moxy offers some of her food but Kai waved her off once again, a smile on his face.

“My teaser photos came out today. I…was celebrating.” Sadness filled her eyes once again. 

“By yourself?” 

“Johnny oppa and Doyoung oppa were supposed to come with me. I guess they forgot.” She continued to look downcast. 

“Regardless, I wouldn’t be a good label mate or sunbae if I left you like this. 저기요! Could I get another order of everything my pipsqueak over here ordered. To go please.” Kai said with a smile befitting someone like him. 

“Coming right up.”  “I’m not a pipsqueak!”

“Yes you are.” Kai laughed at Moxy pouting. “Now when the nice ajumma finishes your food, Come outside and I’ll get a cab for you.” Before Moxy could tell him no, Kai was up and walking to the front of the restaurant.

When Moxy walked out with a bag of food, Kai was already waiting with a van to take her home. After she was settled in the second row, Kai handed her a slip of paper

“What’s this?” She asked.

“It's my number. Put it in your phone and if this happens again, call me. I’ll send a car to your location.” At her wide smile, a stern older brother look came on, “For emergencies only, okay?” Sarcastically she agreed. In retaliation, Kai ruffled her hair making her squirm. 

“Get her home safe!” Kai addressed the driver then turned back to Moxy winking. “Make sure to put that name as Jongin oppa.” Kai watched her roll her eyes as the cab pulled off. Another guy stepped out of the tiny shop meeting Kai at the curb. 

“Who was that?” Taemin asked his long-time friend. “Her? That’s Johnny’s little sister. I was making sure she got home safe. He was freaking out because she wasn’t at their dorm.” 

Moxy was toeing her shoes off when Taeyong’s voice called out, “Moxy! Is that you?” 

Moxy rolled her eyes before she got to the living room where Taeyong, Johnny and Doyoung were sitting. “Yeah.”

“Where have you been?” Doyoung asked, concern dripping in his voice. Johnny didn’t say anything but his eyes followed her as she walked to her room at the end of the hall. 

“Out.” was all she said before the door closed. 

To Be Continued

.

.

.

.

.

Just kidding 😘😘

A week later, at the dorms, Moxy opened her door to a silent apartment. All the boys were asleep, which was the perfect time to get a late night snack without any comments about diets from Taeyong. Just as she closed the door, Her foot knocked a shopping bag over. Inside was a yellow and red flannel shirt with the words Listen to Your Heart written on the back. Moxy shook her head. Only two people knew how much she wanted this shirt and her eyes meet their guilty ones in the living room with a spread of all her favorite snacks across the coffee table. 

Moxy pursed her lips, trying to hold back a smile, “You know this doesn’t make up for you two ditching me.” 

“We know but we hope a night of ignoring our diets would heal the sting.” Johnny opened up a bag of cool ranch doritos. 

“We got golden oreos. Just for our favorite girl.” Doyoung smiled while holding up one of the two containers. Moxy tried to make em squirm…..but the call of oreos was too much for her

“Move over.” as quietly as they could, Johnny and Doyoung celebrated. Moxy snatched the package of oreos from Doyoung’s hand and make herself comfortable between her two oppa’s 

“I hope you know that other pack is for you cause I’m not sharing.” Moxy said as she snatched the bag of doritos from Johnny's hands. The three newest members of NCT spent the rest of the night binging on movies and completely breaking their diet. 

Any scolding from their leader in the morning was worth it.

[aeroplaneblues]

I've been avoiding the haitham's story quest because of how much it got spoiled and breed so much discourse😂 so I waited until now to complete it. And tbh its one of my favorites! Tighnari's is still at the top but Alhaitham's is right behind it.

I think its because parts of alhaitham's character either I relate to or remind me of my best friend, but also the npcs didn't felt like annoying as much as the other story quests. Like I know what they are doing by using npcs so we get to know the character a little better, but like in nilou's and cyno's case it felt kinda? lacking? idk maybe I'll need to rewatch those.

I have more to say but I'll leave it under a read more!

One thing I wish they would've added was Tighnari, since we were already in gandharva ville and I want those two to interact. But I appreciate Cyno being part of it🥰

About the discourse, I think people either didn't paid attention to the quest or they are emotionally weak im JOKING😂 Kaveh was the one provoking and alhaitham responded to his comments, but hthm didn't had to go so hard on that smile from a client comment that hurt ME😂

But then again Kaveh being like this must be only because of alhaitham, kinda like how Diluc is nasty around Kaeya so much that people jump off of a dragon to avoid their fighting🤷‍♀️, I HOPE bc i do like Kaveh, he was great in hthm's character teaser and I want to see that side of him again. Also kinda hurt he sees us on the same light as alhaitham now😪 Since he is a 4 star (as far as leaks say) hopefully he gets a hangout and there we can know more about him.

Oh and their interaction actually confirms my headcanon that Alhaitham can be veeeeeeery petty with Kaveh, like it shows how he is the younger one between the two lol like leave that painting alone.

Ok. Now the brainrot. The last part of the story quest is called "Pride and Prejudice" and I said on twitter a few weeks before this story quest that alhaitham is like Mr Darcy YOU CAN'T DENY IT AND LOOK AT IT NOW!! its in his story quest hyv agrees with me!!😂😂

Cyno is lizzie like pls, who can go toe to toe with alhaitham's dry comments if not Cyno?? And they have this relationship that started very badly and then evolved to them trusting each other 😭😭 also i think its funny how accurate it will be hthm responding to the "do you dance?" to "no if I could help it"😭😂😂

Anyway I took 384934 screenshots of alhaitham's house, I have some platonic and cytham comic ideas I'll eventually draw. I'm still burnout so I'm trying to save all my energy for work, I might continue posting sporadically.

If you read this far and enjoyed my brainrot, please do tell me your thoughts I might go crazy with that cytham p&p au living in my head only😪 Also thanks for reading it all!

[romirola]

Hello Romi! I’m just someone who came from AO3 and recently read your fic Balancing Act and even though we’re only at the rising action (?) part, I’m already so excited to find out what comes in store for them next!!! 😍 Please take your time in posting the other parts, I will be waiting patiently while reading your other works in the meantime and please don’t forget to take good care of yourself in the process! 💕😊🌷🍀💖

Hi, Anon! Thank you for this wonderful message! Welcome to tumblr! I'm so happy to have you here and to know you've been reading my works on AO3. <3 I specifically waited to answer this ask because I wanted to wait until I could say, Chapter 7 of Balancing Act has been posted. I hope you enjoy! Yes, you make a great point about where we are in the story. In fact, I've been looking forward to this particular update. This is a comparatively shorter chapter than the others, but it's packed with information about the Exchange Ritual we heard about from William's book. Now that a lot of the lore information regarding the power swap has been discussed in the fic, I feel a lot more comfortable teasing some of the more plot-based experiences that the characters will face as they strive to achieve "balance" in their own ways. Be on the lookout for some snippets here, if you're someone who enjoys teasers!

That is so kind of you to say re: uploading. Here is a fun fact. When I begin posting fics, especially longer fics that have multiple plots and characters, I actually have the whole fic drafted! I choose to update about once a week so as to give people time to read, but I've found doing so helps keep pressure off of myself, plus it gives me a chance to revise frequently to ensure that the plots and little details are integrated. Thank you for your concern!

Thank you again for reaching out. I can't tell you how meaningful it is for readers to engage with authors. I truly cherish every single one.

Happy reading, Anon! And have a wonderful day/night!

[differentkettleoffishalltogether]

An Inconvenient Affection [Chapter 1]

Summary: When a couples’ therapist is suspected of murdering his own patients, Y/N and Spencer must go undercover as a feuding married couple to draw him out.

A/N:  This is the first part in a series, thank you so much for the response to the teaser! I hope you guys enjoy, and any feedback is always appreciated! ❤️

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader 

Category: Fake Dating, Friends to Lovers, (Eventual) Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: alcohol consumption, language, criminal minds typical violence, murder mention, suicide mention, stalking, cheating, please let me know if I've missed anything!

Word Count: 4.4k

Next Chapter 

Series Masterlist

Read it on AO3

Masterlist 

"He's forcing one to kill the other" Spencer mutters under his breath, staring so intently at the photos pinned the the cork board that he must be able to see through them by now.

"Pardon?" Y/N pipes up from her perch at the opposite end of the room, surrounded by imposing stacks of files, photos, newspaper clippings, anything to give her something even resembling a leg up on this case.

Spencer turns sharply on his heel to face the team, his hands contorted as he speaks, "The unsub, he's abducting couples but I think he could be forcing one to kill the other" he states it louder this time, tearing a photo down from the board and walking it over.

"We already know they were killed with the same gun, but why was Mrs. Milton restrained while Mr. Milton wasn't?"

Y/N screws her eyebrows together in confusion, she'd been at the scene and she'd analyzed the photos. Mr. Milton had been restrained. There was another chair at the scene that seemed as though he'd been strapped to it, the bindings were loosened but the general assumption was that he'd managed to free himself before getting shot by the unsub.

"I think our killer untied him" Reid spoke confidently, Y/N liked watching him like this. He could be so shy in his day to day life but there was something about his work that gave him a boost.

"So do you think the same goes for the Stevenson's from 4 months back? What could his motivations be for doing something like that?" Derek asks. The first case had initially been labeled as a murder suicide by the local police precinct but the most recent victims were both shot in the back of the head. Though the scenes had far too many similarities to rule out a serial homicide.

"Most likely" he nods, "though I haven't gotten to the why just yet. But what I can tell you is that our unsub seems to really hate the women" He turns his attention back to the cork board.

"Well that's not very original" Y/N quips before pulling out her cell phone to call Garcia. "Hey Babe, I'm gonna need you to find any overlap between the Miltons and the Stevensons, any clubs, stores, hangout spots, somewhere where they could've met, or met the same people. If that's too broad maybe narrow in on the wives, anywhere they would've potentially overlapped, we think they could've been this unsub’s primary target"

"But of course my Angel" Garcia's almost sickly sweet voice pours out of the headset along with he clacking of her brightly colored nails on the keys. "Hmm." she let's out a little frustrated, "They lived a little too far apart to be members of the same gym, church, what have you. Wait!" she stops in her tracks excited, "Both couples had several appointments at the same clinic, St. Andrews Medical Centre, but those records are sealed."

Y/N lets out a frustrated sigh, "Can you unseal 'em?"

Garcia scoffs, "Can I unseal them, who are you talking to? I'll have the info in 3, 2, 1, Bingo. Both couples had several appointments with a therapist, one Dr. Harris in the months leading up to and week of their disappearance" she sends a picture and attached file to Y/N's tablet as she beckons Spencer over to take a look.

"He's a therapist with a specialty in, oh," Garcia pauses, "couples counseling"

"So what were they in for?" Derek pipes up, "Is our Dr. just interested in the look or has the couples' issue got something to do with it?"

Y/N reads through the files Garcia's sent on Dr. Harris, combing though them as fast as she can for any ounce of helpful information.

"Harris is divorced?" Y/N says in confusion.

"His wife cheated on him, and she's currently married to that guy" Garcia interjects, "he wrote a whole article about it, yeesh, someone is not over it.”

"Maybe he's targeting couples where the wives have been unfaithful to their husbands?" Spencer suggests, "That would account for the unjust hate towards the women, and the implication that he forced their husbands to kill them first, perhaps he's using them as a surrogate for the vengeance he wants?"

"Maybe so, but we've got no evidence for any of this, the crime scenes were spotless, not even a trace of DNA to tie anyone other than the couples to the scene, if it is this guy then we have to prove it before we can arrest him." JJ counters as the voice of reason.

The room goes silent.

"Prove it?" Y/N asks, Hotch looks down at her, before averting his gaze towards Spencer sitting beside her.

"I've got an idea" he says, monotone and serious. “The two of you come with me.” He motions with is hand.

The two of them look at each other with profound confusion before following behind Hotch, resigned.

----

“A married couple?!” Spencer all but shouts, the office is hardly soundproof and the rest of the team must’ve caught on by now. For the ‘smartest member of the team’ Spencer sure had some gaping holes in his foresight.

“You can’t be serious!”

He stands up from his chair, shaking his head in disbelief, starting to pace around the medium sized office to work off the nervous energy building in his chest.

“This is hardly outrageous Reid” Hotch states, making sympathetic but brief eye contact with Y/N before he pinches the bridge of his nose in an effort to restrain himself. “Yourself and Y/N already have a friendship to build on, she’s worked undercover many times and your memory should make it simple for you to integrate into the false narrative she can construct. Plus, you’re a non-threatening presence to an unsub like this. What else could you possibly need convincing of?” Hotch adds with exasperation, he’d mentioned all of that and more in his initial proposition but Spencer was still reluctant.

“If I’m really that repulsive I’m sure we can find someone else to play my husband Spence?” Y/N tries to joke but there’s something about the sentence that makes her stomach uneasy.

“No!” Spencer sits again with haste, looking between the two other agents, “No that’s not it, I just” he takes in a deep sigh, “I don’t know if I’ll be any good at this, I don’t want to ruin the investigation” he confesses and Hotch immediately shoots it down.

“That won’t be an issue, our unsub’s primary target will be Y/N. She’ll be the cheating partner, your role will mostly be following her lead which shouldn’t be too difficult”

Spencer might be great at acting after all. He lets his shoulders slump and his posture relaxes entirely as though his boss has just put all of his worries to rest. But that’s not what was bothering him. Not even close.

He’s had a stupid schoolboy crush on Y/N from her first day at the BAU. He’d like to think it had come later but he knew it had been almost instant. Her first day had been on Halloween 2 years earlier, he’d been explaining the historical origins of the holiday when Y/N corrected his pronunciation of the Irish word Samhain.

“It’s more like ‘Sah-whin’ than ‘Sam-hain’ in spite of its spooky origins it’s actually the current Irish word for November” she spoke up from her seat in the bullpen, setting up some stationary at the once empty desk next to Spencer’s.

“Y/N L/N,” she stood up outstretching her hand, “I guess I’m your new co-worker” she half-smiled, her nervous energy getting the better of her as he ignored her gesture and just looked at her palm instead.

“He’s just weird about touching” Emily reaches out to reciprocate the handshake, “I’m Emily Prentiss, it’s nice to meet you, this little guy here is Spencer Reid” she says as she places her hands on both of his shoulders and shakes him gently

“Dr. Spencer Reid” he corrects quickly, shooting her a tight lipped smile paired with an even more awkward half-wave.

“Oh, a doctor” she raises her eyebrows, “best not tell my Mom I work with a doctor or she’ll be hounding me to marry you” she cracks. It’s obviously a joke but Spencer can’t help but recall the conversation now and how prescient it feels.

“We can work out the details together if you think that’ll help you feel more comfortable?” Y/N reaches out her hand to touch his forearm to steady him in his seat. He’d grown so used to her casual touch by now that he barely noticed it. But this time, with his rolled up sleeve, feeling her fingertips against his bare skin it felt as though he was going to combust. How was he going to be able to hide this childish infatuation if they had to masquerade as a married couple. What if she touched him literally anywhere else. She was a profiler too, of course she’d notice.

“It’s paramount that it looks natural. This unsub knows the ins and outs of what it’s like to be a married couple so I’ll expect the two of you to prepare accordingly” Hotch is stern and focusing on Y/N as he speaks, “Work on it together, tonight, and report back to me tomorrow morning. We’ll make our decision on how to proceed then.” he says before dismissing them from his office.

They stand in the bullpen in unsure silence for a moment too long before Y/N speaks, “So, your place or mine hubby?” she leans on the last word and it feels comical coming out of her mouth but it still makes something in Spencer’s stomach tighten.

——

Garcia sends them away with piles of notes and transcriptions from each of the couples’ sessions so they could aim to predict the kind of questions they could be asked. Digging through interviews with Mrs. Milton’s friends it became apparent that she’d been stalked in the weeks leading up to her abduction, and potentially longer. Y/N and Spencer had to be prepared for that eventuality too.

Each of the couples had had at least 4 appointments before they were abducted, so the new Mr. and Mrs. Reid had to come up with several hours worth of talking points, along with day to day appearance of living as a married couple in order to be prepared.

Shouldn’t be too difficult.

Spencer was already making moves to walk back his commitment. Now that he was in Y/N’s living room pages strewn about the coffee table he was finding the whole situation a little overwhelming.

“Look I don’t think I’m up for this, I’ll just call Morgan and see if he can do it. I’m so bad at lying Y/N, I’ll get us both killed” he lets his head flop down into his hands.

“Hey, hey, calm down. Just rest your head between your knees and take a few deep breaths” Y/N coaxes and he does as instructed, his heart rate dropping to normal again almost instantly. It might be the breathing exercise but it’s probably her hand tracing up and down his back over the fabric of his dress shirt that’s actually calming him.

“The golden rule of working undercover is to tell the truth until you absolutely have to lie” she says softly, continuing her movements along his spine. “Sure we have to lie about being married, and about my infidelity. But that doesn’t mean everything has to be a lie. We can pull stories from our real lives and force them into our Legend.”

“Legend?” he says into his own lap, just loud enough for her to hear.

“Mmhmm” she hums, her finger tracing circles between his shoulder blades now, “Our Legend, it’s like our profile, our history, for our undercover identities. We’ll build it together so that we know it inside out. But it doesn’t have to be a total fabrication.” Her voice is gentle and sweet as she explains.

Spencer sits up straight again, looking to Y/N with a furrowed brow and she continues, “Remember the first time we hung out outside of work?” She coaxes and he nods. Even if he didn’t have an eidetic memory he would never forget.

“You asked me to go see that Russian film and you translated it into my ear the whole time?” He smiles at the memory, “And I just hadn’t told you that I spoke Russian yet” she giggles.

She was going to tell him right as the movie started, honestly she was, but the way he had to lean in so close to whisper the words in her ear, so close that she could smell his soap and shampoo. She would’ve told him, but then he would’ve stopped.

“Then we went to that noodle place next door and you started to fact check a bunch of my translations?” He finishes the story.

“That’s the one!” She sees him ease into the seat on the sofa, his body beginning to relax, “So how about we keep things simple, that was our first date.” Y/N states so plainly, like the suggestion doesn’t make Spencer’s heart skip a beat.

“Yeah, okay.” he nods in agreement swallowing the lump in his throat.

“Great, so we have our starting point” she pulls out a notebook and makes a note of it, he leans over to peer at the writing on the page.

“November 18th” he says quietly and she turns to him confused,

“That was the uh, the date, the date of our ‘first date’” she nods in agreement and puts the date next to the bullet-point in the notebook

“November 18th” she repeats content.

——

“We’re Spencer and Y/N Green. We’ve been together for 2 years, married for just over a year. We eloped in Vegas after going to visit Spencer’s Mother. He’s a professor and I’m a bartender. That bar is where we met. We have opposite schedules in order to facilitate my infidelity.”

Y/N and Spencer stand at the top of the room facing the team gathered at the round table, the pages of their legend tacked to the board behind them.

“I found out after I left work early 4 months ago. Y/N doesn’t have a consistent partner but revealed she’d been casually sleeping with other people for the 6 months prior. She agreed to stop at the time but continued to cheat. This time we’re seeking professional counseling to see if we can save the marriage.” Spencer finished the story with ease. Turning to Y/N to shoot her a small smile.

Once they’d worked out the overall story, the details came easy. He wouldn’t let on but he was pretty confident he may know everything there was to know about his ‘wife’ already.

“Okay, if you both feel confident I can start making the arrangements with Garcia to set up an appointment for you two” Hotch stands up from the table turning back on his way out.

“Great work agents.”

——

There were no appointments available until the following week, which comes as both a stress and a relief. On one hand it gives them more time to prepare, but on the other hand it stretches this whole situation out further.

Garcia coaxes Rossi into inviting everyone over for the evening with little to no real effort. More than anything Spencer just wants to go home and read in the peace and quiet of his living room, but Y/N sits herself on the edge of his desk before he has a chance to leave for the night.

“You coming kid?” She picks up his satchel off the ground to hand it to him as he stands, he takes it from her before shaking his head.

“I don’t know that I’m up for it” he scrunches up his nose a little as he says it, it’s one of the nervous ticks he’s got that Y/N loves the most.

“Aw c’mon. My husband is gonna make me go to a party on my own? No wonder I went and cheated on you” she shoves his shoulder gently, antagonizing him just a little. He chuckles as he and shakes his head softly. “But seriously Spence, it’s been a rough day and half, and it’ll be an even weirder week. It might be good for you to blow off a little steam, get out of your own head” she reaches up to ruffle his hair as she says it.

He loves that. The way she has to reach all the way up on her tippy toes to get to the top of his head but she still insists on doing it. He softens with so little convincing.

“Y’know what, you’re right” he sighs, slinging his bag across his shoulder, “Lets get out of here.”

And it’s already worth it to see the smile that spreads across Y/N’s cheeks.

——

“I can see it, I think pretty boy here’s a bit stiff but you can pull it off” Morgan squints at the two of them sitting next to one another around Rossi’s table.

“Hey I’m not stiff” Spencer jumps to his own defense before the table erupts with laughter. He wants to fight it again but Y/N’s hand comes to rest on his forearm laying on the table between them.

“Yes you are Spence, but I married you anyway” she makes an exaggerated kissing face before the table begins to giggle yet again. Spencer doesn’t mind this time because after the joke is over her hand doesn’t move from it’s position.

“Oh, oh, oh!” Garcia almost begins to vibrate in her chair, “I’ve got a great idea, we should test you guys”

The team starts to holler and the sound throws Spencer’s head back into chaos. Each time he felt his heart start to palpitate he hoped Y/N couldn’t tell.

Garcia pulls out her phone and starts to look for questions, “What did they wear on your first date?” She asks with a quirk of her eyebrow.

“A light blue sweater with black pants and boots” Spencer answers with no hesitation.

“No fair!” Y/N yelps, “this game is rigged, the kids got an eidetic memory!”

“Alright then, I’ll change it up, who’s the tidiest?” Garcia asks, and that’s also unfair because Y/N knows it’s Spencer but doesn’t want to pay him that compliment. Before she can speak he’s already on it though.

“Me, is that not obvious?” He jokes,

“Yeah okay that one’s right too” Y/N sulks.

“What’s their dream job?” Garcia offers and Y/N jumps in before he can answer first.

“Aha! Magician!” she yelps and Spencer turns to her, eyebrows pulled together.

“Yeah, how’d you remember that?” he interrogates.

He knows exactly when he told her. Y/N was having a moment during a case. it was getting to her more than she’d like to admit but Spencer could tell. She’d knocked on his hotel room door one evening when she couldn’t sleep, she knew it wasn’t his strong suit either.

He’d let her in, settling on the bed. This was one of the better mattresses they’d had in a hotel. It helped soothe the muscles that had been tensed all day. Y/N didn’t want to talk about why she couldn’t sleep. This was the first time it happened, but they’ve found themselves in each other’s hotel rooms over and over as the cases went by.

They both knew that what they were searching for was distraction, and comfort, but they wouldn’t admit to the last one.

“Just tell me something, anything”

Spencer had to wrack his brain looking around the hotel room when something struck him. “Do you want to hear an interesting hotel fact?”

“Sure Spence, shoot” she murmured into the pillow she had curled up in her lap.

“Did you know that the ‘Sky Beam’, a bright light that shoots out of the Luxor Hotel in Las Vegas, attracts so many insects that it has established a new ecosystem of moths, bats, and owls” he says with fervor but he can see from the way her face contorts that he’s put the wrong foot forward.

“Not a gross fact Spencer” she knocks him in the head with her pillow, not too harsh, but rough enough to ruffle his curls.

He skims the room again, eyes landing on a few coins scattered on his bedside table. “How about a magic trick?” she looks at him strange but shakes the expression away and nods.

Spencer picks up a coin of the nightstand and shows it to Y/N with   enthusiasm, “See just a regular coin” he jokes and she returns the look exasperated.

“Alright, spoilsport” he holds it out to her pinched between the thumb and index finger of his right hand, moving his left hand over the coin quickly before it vanishes. He then holds out his two empty palms to Y/N for inspection.

“Nah, bullshit” she says, pulling his open palms towards her. He snaps them away before she can look too hard. Pulling his hands back in towards himself he waves one in front of the other and the coin reappears between his fingers.

“What?” is all she can say, and he’s accomplished his goal of distracting her now. “How’d you do that?” she picks up the coin and starts to inspect it closely, with no idea what she’d even be looking for.

“A magician never reveals his secrets” he smirks, confident now that he’s left her so dumfounded. She snaps her head up to look at him, throwing the coin back into his waiting hands.

“So you’re a magician now?” she jokes, reclining back onto the pillows below her and turning her head to look up at him. He follows suit, lying down on his own pillows next to Y/N and returns her gaze.

“Yup, that’s actually what I wanted to do when I was a kid. Still do if I’m honest with myself. So I guess if this FBI thing ever goes belly-up I’ve got a back up plan” he says it like it’s just a silly joke but Y/N can see it’s a little more than that. Spencer joined the BAU so young he almost didn’t get to have a childhood at all, he barely even chose what he would spend the rest of his life working at.

“You have to teach me that one sometime” she yawns, shutting her eyes softly.

“Anytime” he smiles, even thought she can’t see it, and watches as her breathing evens out and she’s asleep. He’s gone not long after. He wishes he had the energy left to stay awake, watching her for even a few moments more so that he could commit the sight to memory. But something about her presence in his room, in his bed, just put him at complete ease and he couldn’t help but fall asleep.

Like so many things in their friendship he’d assumed he was the only one to remember it all so vividly. Despite how often Y/N proved him wrong he would never get used to it.

“Of course I remembered you wanted to be a magician Spencer. How was I supposed to forget that, you still haven't taught me that coin thingy” she feigns annoyance but really she’s just had a glass or two of Rossi’s expensive wine and is feeling brave.

“Sorry Y/N I tried to teach you that, your coordination is just that bad” he shrugs and takes a sip from his own glass.

Derek interrupts, scanning the screen of Garcia’s phone for an interesting question before he appears to land on one, his face lighting up.

“Of the two of you, who’s the better kisser?” Derek says with pure confidence that catches Spencer so off guard that he almost spits out his wine like he’s in a cartoon.

“We haven’t– we don't need– we uh” Spencer stammers having next to no clue what he’s even trying to say.

“I’m sure it’s 50/50, isn’t that right Mr. Green?” Y/N reaches her hand up to cup his cheeks, pushing his lips into a small pout. The red wine staining his lips ever so slightly so that they’re just a shade pinker than usual. And Y/N can’t help but stare at them for a second too long before looking up into his eyes.

He looks uneasy, and a little nervous so she lets go of his cheeks, letting her hand fall down to rest on his forearm once again, grazing the exposed skin.

“You gotta at least play the part pretty boy” Derek laughs, “What happens if this therapist starts asking about your sex life, are you gonna clam up, freak out?”

And he hadn’t thought about it. But it made sense, the sessions were going to be about ‘cheating’ which is by it’s very nature linked to their sex life. This was worse than he thought.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it Morgan. I’ve thought of it all.” Y/N waves off the comment, gripping Spencer’s arm a little tighter as she spoke in an effort to comfort him. “You know what, I actually think it might be time to head out.” She stands up from the table, rubbing her ‘husband’s’ shoulder as she moves so that he follows suit, recognizing this move as her saving him from the interaction.

They’re out the door together with minimal teasing in under 3 minutes, piled into a cab beside each other with no real plan other than to leave that table.

“Do you want to go by to yours and watch old reruns of The Twilight Zone?” Y/N offers and Spencers shoulders almost melt into the black leather of the seat behind him.

“So so badly” he groans, letting his eyes close as he falls back against the headrest.

——

Thank you so much for reading, comments, reblogs, and tags are always appreciated! ❤️

Let me know what you thought about this chapter here <3

Next Chapter

Series Masterlist

Masterlist 

[darylsgirl]

You take my breath away - Teaser

A/N - Hey guys! here's a teaser of something I've been working on not sure if i should continue with this, It hasn't got any smut yet but will do if i continue on it. Please please please leave me a comment and let me know what you think! Apologies for any mistakes i haven't edited this or read it over!

Love Jen :)

He was the most incredible looking man you had ever seen, Walking through the gates with that possum in his hand, He was definitely a little disheveled, Looked like he was in serious need of a shower but gorgeous nonetheless. Your mouth going dry the moment you saw him, Feeling the now unfamiliar fluttering in your stomach as he walked by you, Not sparing a second glance in your direction.

His eyes alert and suspiciously taking in his surroundings, You watched as he handed his crossbow over, Fingers twitching as it was moved further away from him. Aaron leading them to Deana’s house. Where they will no doubt be being interviewed on camera, Just like all the newcomers were. Just like you had been three months before, Looking over the others in the group seeing their wary eyes the exhaustion showing through the cracks in their demeanor.

Letting out the breath you weren’t aware you had been holding you watched them disappear around the corner. As you were turning to go back into the house you were stopped by Olivia. Rushing from the direction the strangers had gone, a huge basket full of linens in her arms.

“Hey Y/N Are you busy? Any chance you can give me a hand? Deana has asked me to set up the two houses down the street for the new guys” Looking at you with those hopeful puppy dog eyes, She knew there was no way you could say no to her.

“Fineeee, But Jessie’s helping too!” You groaned turning back towards her and down the front steps.

“Thank you Y/N! Jessie’s already there loading some supplies into the cupboards” Her pace was getting faster now, Half running to keep up with her frantic walk you let her continue.

“Could you please start on the beds, That would be a HUGE help. Here take this” Offloading the basket to you she turned back towards the garage that held all of the town's supplies.

“I’m going to grab some more linen, I'll be back in a few!”

Groaning again at the weight of the basket you walked up the steps of the house Olivia had specified. Spotting Jessie in the kitchen immediately.

She laughed at your sour expression “She roped you into this too?” You nodded in reply carrying the basket up the stairs and starting in the first room you came too.

Picking up the first bundle of sheets, Finding a little note attached ‘Single’ Pushing them to one side you picked up the next ‘Double’ Taking the note off and putting it back in the basket you made your way to the bed. Pulling the sheets on and making the bed easily you continued into the other three bedrooms upstairs, Finding one set of double sheets remaining.

Walking down the stairs you passed Jessie again in the Kitchen, Stopping for a moment you took a glass of water from her mumbling your thanks, “Just the basement left! Has she come back yet?”

“Mhmm She left that for you” pointing to a basket of towels. “And she said she’s left the next bunch of sheets and towels in the next house ready”

“And what pray tell is olivia doing while she’s got me sweating like a Whore in Church”

Jessie choked a little on her water trying to suppress her giggle at your words. “Beats me! Tried to ask her, She ran off looking very important” She giggled again.

“Best get on before she finds more jobs for me!” Jessie agreed to grab the towels and put them into each bathroom, Snagging two from her you took it down to the basement with you.

This place was lucky really, There had been a hotel nearby that was just about to open as all hell broke loose that had stacks of linens, Plates and silverware. Enough to fully stock this place for a long time.

It seemed silly to you at first for this to be a huge concern but the longer you stayed here and the more you got used to the little comforting things like the Clean bedding and actual utensils the more important it had started to feel. It made you feel normal, Civilised. Like the world hadn’t just thrown a tantrum. Sure it never lasted very long but the comfort you got from these little things was priceless.

Once you had finished the bed down stairs you and Jessie made your way over to the second house repeating the jobs, Smiling as you left. Hopefully the comfort the little things had on you would also reassure and comfort the new guys. If only just a little. Being out there for so long yourself you knew how hard it would be for them to adapt.

When Aaron had first brought you through the gates you thought you must have died. Everything was so….Normal, The houses all pristine. All happy smiling faces welcoming you to the neighbourhood. It had taken you a week to speak, Sometimes you still weren’t sure if it was real at all, Maybe this is where your consciousness goes when you were walking around as one of those dead but not dead freaks.

Walking back home you spotted Olivia, Saluting her “All done El capitan!” She laughed as you walked by purposely not slowing in case she thought of another job for you.

Sinking back into your couch and grabbing the book you had discarded earlier when the commotion at the gate started, You had been out hunting the day before, Which meant today you could take the next few days easy.

Reading the Hobbit for the millionth time, You easily slipped back into that familiar world, Only stopping when it got too dark to see the words on the page. The next day was much the same head straight back into your book escaping the real world as long as you could. Not realising how long you had been sat there, The sun was low on the horizon when you were pulled from your favourite book.

Opening the door you were greeted by a smiling Aaron. “Hey Y/N I can’t stay gotta get back to Eric, Deana is throwing a welcome party for the new guys, Since you’re our newest person besides them, She is pretty insistent you attend!”

Rolling your eyes “Insistent hm? I think I’ll give it a miss..But thanks for the invite!” Trying to shut the door hoping this conversation was over when the door was stopped on his foot.

“C’mon Y/N a little more socialising won’t kill you! You’ve managed to come out of your shell to me Jessie and now Olivia! A few more wouldn’t hurt right?”

The puppy dog eyes. How did every fucker in here know that was your weak spot.

“Ughhhhh Finee! Only if you're going to be there?” He nodded happily turning and stopping on the steps “See you at 8 wear something pretty” He winked, Taking off before you could change your mind.

Pretty? You weren’t even sure you owned anything that could be classed as pretty. Storming upstairs like a toddler having a tantrum you stripped quickly showering the sweat from yourself before stepping out wrapping the fluffy towel around you.

Walking over to your closet you pulled at the pile of dresses you had haphazardly thrown to the bottom of the closet when you had moved in, Never thinking in this new world there would be a place for pretty dresses.

Separating the sizes you pulled the few that would fit you to one side throwing the rest back in a heap again. Holding them up to your chest you decided on a black figure hugging one with a slit up one side. You guessed this would be kind of functional too. The slit certainly gave you enough room to move if you needed to. Picking up a pair of almost matching wedges you threw them both on the bed. Turning your attention to your hair as you tried to tame it.

It was a shame this new world didn’t include bloody straighteners. Groaning at yourself you couldn’t believe that had just crossed your mind. There were more important things to worry about besides your hair!

Running the brush through it once more, It would do. Your mother certainly would be happy. She loved your naturally wavy curls. You felt the twang in your heart as you remembered her, She had lasted 6 months after the fall before one wrong step sent her into the arms of a walker taking her from you. Rubbing your eyes gently. No you wouldn’t cry, If she was here now she’d be giving you an earful about it, Demanding you enjoy your night and your freedom.

Looking over at the tiny clock on the side 8:15 shit you were late. Pulling the dress over your head and heels on your feet you spared your reflection one last look smoothing the dress down on your stomach nervously. You can do this. It’s only people right?

Slowly descending the stairs and making your way out the door, Your feet dragging as you headed closer to the party. Stopping outside the door, Hearing the laughter from the other side.

Before you knew what you were doing you were spinning back around back up the street when a light fell over you.

“Sneaking away before they can see you huh Y/N?” Giving him a guilty look.

“I tried… Tried and failed. Oh well maybe next time!” You chuckled.

“Oh hey, Daryl right?” Turning and following Aaron’s gase you spotted him again. So the possum guy’s name was Daryl.

Giving him a small smile “I guess those kinda things aren’t for you either?”

Not quite looking at you he gave a non committal grunt.

Deciding to take Aaron’s earlier advice, Taking a deep breath.

“You eaten? I’m making spaghetti if you're hungry?” He shrugged again.

“C’mon, She makes some pretty serious spaghetti” Aaron teased, raising his eyebrow at you.

“Guess I could eat” He mumbled, still looking more at his feet than you. Aaron gave you a wink as he went back inside giving you both a wave before shutting the door.

“C’mon it’s this way. Just down from your house. I guess you could say we’re neighbours” He fell into step with you still staying quiet the entire way. As you opened the front door you looked backwards seeing Daryl looking between your open door and his own house.

“Come in, Food won’t be long!” Holding the door open Daryl finally made his decision, his feet carrying him swiftly up the stairs and inside. Flicking the lights on as you followed him.

“Kitchen’s that way, I’ll get you a drink. Whiskey ok?” He finally looked at you.

“You guys have Whiskey?” A shocked expression crossing his face. “Yeah i found it out there still unopened a while back, I was saving it for a special occasion, But shh don’t tell olivia or she’ll add it to that list of hers!” He gave you a small smile as you poured a glass for each of you passing it to him.

“Make yourself at home! I’ll get this started” He took a seat at the breakfast bar rolling the glass around in his hands whilst you busied yourself in the kitchen pulling out everything you would need and quickly getting it started.

Turning back to the breakfast bar you grabbed the loaf of bread slicing a few pieces and covering them in some oil and wild garlic you had found on your hunt yesterday. Popping them into the oven. He spoke again “Why’s it a special occasion?” He mumbled.

Grinning at him and taking a sip of your whiskey. “It’s not everyday I get to cook my serious spaghetti for just anyone!”

You could see the blush rising in his cheeks as he took a long swig of his whiskey. You leant over to top his glass off, Before turning to the cupboards and grabbing placemats, Plates and cutlery.

“Here let me do that” He tried as he moved towards you.

“Absolutely not! My mother would roll over in her grave if she knew i put a guest to work” Smiling sadly as your mother popped into your head again. Setting the table.

Turning your attention back to your meal you strained the pasta, Popping it into a dish before dishing up the sauce too. Taking them back to the table and returning to the oven to fish the garlic bread out.

Once everything was on the table you both took a seat. Reaching over you served him a large portion popping a few pieces of garlic bread on his plate before serving yourself.

“Dig in” You insisted before turning back to your plate. He watched you take the first few mouthfuls before reaching for his own fork.

After a few minutes of silence you spoke up again “So what do you think of Alexandria?”

“I think it ain’t real”

“I thought that for a long time, Hell I’m still not convinced and I’ve been here 3 months”

“So your not...uh...Not from here. Like the others”

“I’m from out there I guess. Asheville Georgia originally”

His eyes went wide at this “Me too, Sorta. Lived up near the mountains in Georgia”

A huge grin crossing your face “So we’ve always been neighbours then! How strange that we would meet here in DC! We must have been in the same places a thousand times! I used to go hunting in the mountains with my daddy”

He shrugged “Alotta my group from near there, We met in Atlanta……” he trailed off mumbling “Ya wouldn’t have noticed someone like me anyway”

Trying to get him to meet your eyes over the table, “Oh i most definitely would have noticed YOU Daryl”

He cleared his throat awkwardly, the tops of his ears peeking through his shaggy hair going beet red, his face lowered, he turned his attention back to his food.

Realising you had probably gone too far, Afterall you didn’t really know anything about this man, You had only seen him once yesterday morning before tonight, You weren’t even sure if he was single. Or straight for that matter. Trying to ease the awkwardness that had now descended in the room you tried a quick change of conversation.

“How are your group feeling about being here? Did you and your partner manage to sleep okay?” Hoping your not so subtle way of asking him if he were single wouldn’t be too obvious.

“Partner? Rick’s the Cop not me” He grumbled. Okay maybe not as obvious as you first thought.

You shook your head slightly, his obliviousness was strangely endearing, “Sorry no i meant your girlfriend, Wife” When he didn’t reply straight away you figured you must have missed the mark. “Boyfriend?” You questioned.

He snorted at this “I ain’t gay, Aint got no woman either” Not able to contain the gleeful smile on your face. Not that it would matter his eyes were fully trained on his meal as he started devouring it quicker, Reaching for his glass he drained the remaining dregs of the whiskey.

“Oh really? I thought for sure you’d have been snapped up by now!”

The blush returning to his face again he gave you a noncommittal grunt, Waiting a moment you realised he wasn’t going to answer. Not much of a talker. You were probably being too pushy, Small talk was hard to do after seeing the things he no doubt had seen out there, The things that man had probably had to do just as you had, Suppressing the shudder that threatened to run through you as your mind conjured up the images.

Standing quickly you walked back to the kitchen grabbing the bottle and refilling his glass and in turn your own.

Taking a deep gulp of the whiskey and then quickly finishing your own meal in silence, Both finishing your meal at the same time, Daryl raises the plate to his mouth to scrape the last bits of pasta into his mouth.

“Still hungry? There’s plenty more if you would like some more?”

Shaking his head no “ ‘M good.” He grunted. Taking his plate from him and collecting your own you took them into the kitchen dropping them in the sink you turned to retrieve the serving bowls, Almost crashing straight into Daryl, Your hands flinching up and landing on his chest steadying yourself.

He caught the bowl just in time surprisingly before any of the remaining food managed to spill on the floor.

Feeling the blush on your cheeks now as your hands lingered a moment longer than they should have done, Enjoying the firmness of his muscular chest under your fingers.

Dropping your arms to your sides. “I’m sorry! Thank you, Let me take that” Taking the bowl and turning your beetroot red face away from him you found a tupperware box in the cupboard filling it with the leftovers before turning to the sink and washing the dishes.

When you turned back to him he was watching you silently, Studying you it seemed.

Picking your glass back up you motioned to him “Should we finish the bottle or do you have somewhere to be?”

When he made no move to leave you picked up the bottle and motioned towards the living room letting him follow behind you, Taking a seat you finally kicked your uncomfortable heels off, Your feet instantly throbbing grateful to be out of their confines.

Propping your feet up on the coffee table in front of you, You sank back into the plush cushions behind you with a happy groan, Daryl stood awkwardly next to the couch glass hanging from his fingertips gasing at you with a softness in his eyes, The redness rising again in cheeks once he realised you had caught him gazing at you.

Smiling at his warmly “No need to stand on ceremony, Take a seat” Patting the chair next to you from emphasis. “More?” You asked, shaking the bottle at him. Taking it from you he filled his own glass before turning to yours and topping yours up also.

Clearing his throat awkwardly. “So...Are ya people here too?”

Dropping your eyes from him you shook your head sadly “Just me…They’re all gone….” The alcohol was taking over your words as you mumbled “Shouldn’t have been me…” Feeling a tear escape your eye as you thought about the countless lives you had watched taken before their time. People who would have been the greatest asset in this new world...Gone, Some died saving you. For what.. They should have let you die.

Pulling your mind from those thoughts, It didn’t do anyone any good to dwell! Wiping the tear quickly from your cheek grabbing your drink and gulping it down in one.

Turning back to Daryl you shifted a non convincing smile back to your face.

“How about you? Your group seems very close almost like a…”

Finishing your sentence for you “A family…...Ya know i look around and i think about the people that are gone, And the people that are still here and it aint right...Aint fair..But yer gotta keep goin for em”

Smiling at Aaron’s name “Yeah i wouldn’t be here either if it wasn’t for him and Eric, They’re good people. Most of the people here are good people. Too innocent to the world as it is yes, But good people..”

After sitting in silence for a few moments when Daryl broke the silence. “Well i should...I should go….They’ll be wonderin where i am”

Standing with him you walked him to the door.

“Thanks. Thanks for the-”

“Your welcome Daryl….Maybe you could come again? It was nice to have company” Smiling you opened the door for him letting him linger on the threshold.

He let out another noncommittal grunt as his eyes lingered on you. Leaning against the doorway you followed his eye line down your body, smirking slightly you swayed your hips watching as his eyes followed your movements.

Darting forward you swiftly kissed his cheek. “Goodnight Daryl” The blush on his face matched yours as he turned and stomped down the steps rushing towards his own house.

Daryl

Holy shit she was perfect.

Good food, Great Whiskey, Perfect body. That dress…. He had never met anyone like her before, She hunted too. But a woman like that would never look twice at a man like him.

A dirty good for nothing redneck asshole, He didn’t even know why she had been so...so nice to him tonight.

Carol was waiting for him at the door. Puckering her lips at him she made a lip smacking noise “Kiss Pookie” She giggled.

“Shut up” He mumbled, heading straight for the stairs to the basement. He needed to be alone for a little while as he processed these thoughts. Locking the door behind him he took a few strides over to the bed and flopped down on it.

In the dark of the room the thoughts became more obvious. Throwing an arm over his face he groaned. From the second he had first seen her standing so beautifully in front of Aaron’s house he had a tightening in his stomach. He couldn’t have said no to her invitation if he tried.

If Merle had seen him tonight, Blushing like a love sick little girl, He would have had a right laugh, It was like he could hear his voice. “Oh Princess, Got a crush? Man up Baby bro, Go get that cooch”

Did she mean it when she asked if he could come again? He shook his head. She couldn’t have, she was just being nice. His mind couldn’t stop thinking of the way she smiled at him, The way her hair fell in front of her eyes when she laughed, The curves of her as she swayed in the doorway…. His pants were tightening at the thought. He would have to take care of that before he could fall asleep.

Imagining his hands were roaming her body he pulled his throbbing member free, He wouldn’t last long as he thought about her hands on him, While his hands roamed up those beautiful milky thighs. That beautiful mouth gasping for him.

God that did it, Groaning he let himself spill into his hand, Grabbing a rag at the side of him he wiped it from himself, Ashamed he turned over throwing an arm over his face before drifting into an undisturbed sleep at the thought of her.

Over the next few weeks he saw a lot more of Y/N, As they were the two best hunters in Alexandria they were often thrown together to head out of the walls.

Even in her half ruined Jeans and Walker splattered Shirt she was still gorgeous. On days like today when they’re outside the walls he noticed how her face changed from the strained smile to a relaxed free look in her eyes.

She was scanning the underbrush now checking the traps they had left the week before. He felt the blush on his cheeks when he realised he had been caught staring again.

“Everything okay?” She asked spinning around in a circle, her body tensing looking for the Danger.

He cleared his throat, “Yeah all good. Anythin in the trap?” Blush rising in his cheeks at being caught staring. After that they headed back to the town in comfortable silence, Walking side by side both carrying the day's hunt, Y/N stopping every few minutes to forage things on the way.

Once back inside the walls, She came with him to his house as they always did now Only stopping to share the hunt with Olivia to share around the town, Y/N spent a lot more time around him and his group. Seeming to slot seamless into their messed up dynamic.

Just like every night she helped Carol prepare the dinner while he retreated to the porch, Cleaning his bow and bolts, The door open letting her musical laugh wash over him as he worked.

He could have listened to her all day, Before long he forgot what he was meant to be doing and just closed his eyes, Head leaning back against the house, Fully relaxed for the first time being in Alexandria.

He groaned inwardly opening his eyes to see who was disturbing his peace.

“Hey…” Rick took a seat next to Daryl on the porch nudging his knee and pointing towards the house.

“Y/N been spending a lot of time here...What’s going on with that?” He asked, giving you a knowing look.

“Why yer asking me?” Daryl huffed. “Shouldn’ yer be askin her”

Rick sighed before giving him another knowing look. “I seen the way you look at her, You sweet on her?”

Daryl wasn’t sure how to respond because of course he was ‘sweet’ on her but there was no changing who he was, A beautiful woman like that could never be interested in him, So there was just no point admitting his feelings to his friend as he knew you would never reciprocate those feelings.

Just as he opened his mouth to reply your beautiful song filled voice broke interrupted at just the right moment. His heart pounding, blush spreading across his face as you smiled at him, He was grateful for the darkness to hide this from you.

As he stood he felt her fingers brush his arm as she gave him an inquisitive look.

Y/N

You felt the electricity hum between you as your fingers found his arm, You had both been taking as many opportunities as possible to get closer to each other, So grateful when you were partnered together to hunt.

@jazzy1118

@one-shot-plus-size

@marvelfansworld

@phoenixblack89

@fuseburner

@angelofthorr

@pncnsc

@jodiereedus22

@delightfullykrispypeach

@honeyswritting

@daryldixonstorm

@browneyes528

@dixonsbike666

@lilythemadqueen

[reneejuliet]

I'm not dead

I promise.

Hi. Wow. I'm actually on the website for once instead of mobile. It's like I don't even know who I am anymore.

Crazy.

I just wanted to get an update out there. It's been, what? Three weeks or so?

My mom is home. She's been home for a little while, but she's a long way from recovered. She struggles with the strength in her legs, and she forgets what she says and repeats herself a lot. More than she used to, anyway. Her body and mind went through a LOT very suddenly, and she's got a road ahead of her before she's healed. But she's better.

My dog - Rigby - came through her surgery well. They had to remove two teeth instead of the one they planned, but other than being a little dopey the day of, she's healing well. Still can't eat solids though and for some reason she fights the wet food, but hey, who said kids were easy?

I haven't gotten my cat - Beru - into the vet yet, but her personality is a little more normal. She's always been a little skittish, but she isn't outright bolting from just the sight of me anymore. Still doesn't seem like she's gaining weight back, nor does it feel like she's losing more. Honestly, all I can hope for is that whatever her condition is has plateaued until I can find the money to get her in. It wouldn't be a problem if my vet office accepted payments, but hey. What can I do? Clearly not pay hundreds of dollars outright.

Myself - I am still facing a possible surgery. The doctor put me on a new medication as a sort of "last resort" for a few weeks, to see if it will help the area heal on its own. However, the first medication he tried to put me on reacted very badly within my body, and I missed 3 days of work before we got me on an alternative. This my body accepts, but it is also about 10% less likely to succeed. We'll have to just wait and see what the next several weeks bring.

I have just been exhausted. In just about every single way a person can be. I've been lurking on here, keeping my toes in the water so to speak. I don't have much to offer at the moment, but I promise I am coming back. And with some goodies.

I do have a bonus part of The Incident™ series completed. It won't get posted right away, but I will see if I can finagle a teaser of sorts. There's also other ideas floating around, though most of them may just end up a sort of bullet-point summary post. I'm just not sure that I have the mental fortitude to write everything out.

You will also eventually see other fandom posts on my blog. I have debated on starting a separate blog, and letting this one continue to center mostly around K-pop, but I don't know that I have the energy to keep up with separate or multiple accounts. Who knows? That is a still very much undecided choice.

Thank you for being patient. Thank you for being kind. I am here, and I see you all.

Please, enjoy this photo of my pup pouting because she did not want to take her meds, nor eat her food.

I love her so much.

[starlit-serenade]

Dance With Me | Chapter 8

💙 Summary: After visiting the members of ONEUS during their dance practice, you find yourself inspired to learn to dance. You ask your friend Kim Geonhak to teach you.

💙 Chapter 8: 2,754 words

💙 Pairing: Reader x Kim Geonhak (Leedo) / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Son Dongju (Xion); Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Lee Keonhee (Keonhee); Lee Seoho (Seoho); Kim Youngjo (Ravn);

💙 Rated: T for some minor swearing / Warnings: Minor Swearing; Jealousy (Later in the fic) / Genre: Fluff; Minor Angst (Later in the fic); Friends-To-Lovers; Happy Ending;

《 Series Masterlist // ONEUS Masterlist // Boy Group Masterlist 》

It's been two weeks since Geonhak disappeared during ONEUS's practice and didn't show up for yours. You'd texted Geonhak several times that night, asking what you did or if he was okay, and had tried calling him the following practice day. He never picked up any of the calls or responded to your texts, leaving you on read. You haven't shown up to any of the practices since then, ONEUS's or yours. You figured that Geonhak didn't want to see you, whatever you did, so you wouldn't make him see you.

The rest of the members have been checking in on you these past two weeks. You've been over once to chat with Youngjo after hours to chat in the studio. Seoho invited you to come over and hang out during ONEUS's practice, but you declined because you didn't want to make Geonhak uncomfortable. Dongju and you hung out several times a week, but that hasn't been out of the ordinary. Hwanwoong and Keonhee have both been checking in with you every few days. Last week, when Dongju and Keonhee took you out to get ice cream, and, they told you that Geonhak has been very quiet recently and has avoided speaking about you.

You're at work, ten minutes left before you're supposed to go home, and you're thinking about how much you mist practice with Geonhak when you receive a text from Hwanwoong.

Woongie: Y/N are you busy after work today?

You: No, why?

Woongie: can you pls come to the rbw building?

You: Why?

At first, you want to say no. You don't want to risk running into Geonhak in the hallway and making things awkward. He obviously isn't interested in seeing you.

After almost a full two minutes, Hwanwoong responds.

Woongie: i need you to check the choreo to help me. we can go out and get some bubble tea after.

You: Will Geonhak be there?

Woongie: no, everyone went home except for youngjo who's busy

You: Fine. But only if you're paying for the bubble tea

He takes a moment to respond.

Woongie: fine. hurry up and text me when you get here

As you walk toward RBW, a weird feeling creeps up your spine. You shake your head and ignore it. As you see the doors to the building, you text Hwanwoong to let him know you’re here.

You meet him in the lobby, smiling widely, and he reaches out toward you, taking your hand and leading you down the hall to the elevator which will take you upstairs to the practice room. You frown. Something seems off.

"Is this for your new choreo for your upcoming comeback?" you ask.

"Uh . . . yeah."

"Why did you ask me?"

He pauses. "Because I wanted your opinion on the dance."

"But I'm not technically allowed to see it until it's being promoted, right?" you ask, despite the fact that ever since ONEUS debuted, you've been able to see the choreos from the initial teaser releases.

"Haha, yeah. I just need to check something. Please."

You raise an eyebrow. "Alright then."

The elevator dings, and you step out onto the floor. You haven't been here in two weeks, since you last saw Geonhak. You sigh sadly and walk out of the elevator, Hwanwoong trailing close behind you.

Suddenly, you feel fabric cover your eyes and your vision becomes black. You grab back at him as he ties the fabric in a knot on the back of your head, blindfolding you completely.

"Hwanwoong, what the f--"

"Hold on," Hwanwoong says. "I'm gonna take you to the practice room and then you'll understand everything. I promise, Y/N."

He walks you down the hall slowly, pushing you by your shoulders then stops you.

"Reach out."

You place your hand against the wall, and to the side. Your finger brushes over the room sign, and you recognize the letters of the sign to the practice room.

"We're going inside, okay."

You hear the door click open and he pushes you inside. You can hear both of your footsteps echoing across the floor. He then stops you, probably in the middle of the room, his hands remaining on your shoulders. You reach up to undo the blindfold, but he smacks your hand.

"Not yet."

"Hwanwoong, what the fuck is this? Why am I blindfolded?"

He doesn't answer.

"Are you actually going to show me a choreo?"

"No, sorry."

You frown beneath the mask. "You better buy me a bubble tea after this."

Hwanwoong laughs behind you. "Fine."

You hear the door open, followed by shuffling and two more sets of footsteps. 

"You'll understand in a bit," Dongju says from across the room. You frown. What the hell is happening?

Hwanwoong's hands leave your shoulders, and there's the sound of him and another person, possibly Dongju,  running toward the door.

"You can undo your blindfolds once you hear the door close, okay?" Dongju's voice says. "You need to figure out what's going on. We'll be back in an hour." After a moment, the door closes and you reach up to undo your blindfold.

"What is this . . . ?" the other person says. You frown at the familiar deep voice. It's impossible not to recognize it, even though you haven't heard it in two weeks.

"Geonhak?"

There's a long silence. "Y/N?"

You take off the blindfold and shove it in your pocket. Geonhak stands in front of you, a few feet away. His eyes are covered by a red blindfolded, not at all matching his white shirt and black jeans. His hands are at his sides. He takes a deep breath and undoes his blindfold.

"What are those two idiots doing?" he mumbles, folding the red cloth and shoving it in his jean pockets. He looks up at you slowly, and you swear your heart melts at the sight of him.

"Hi," you say, somewhat breathlessly. You've missed him so much.

"Hey."

There’s a moment of silence.

“Dongju texted me that he wanted me to help him with his dance. He practically begged me to come, and after I said no several times, I gave up and agreed to come. I guess he tricked me, huh?”

“Yeah. Hwanwoong said basically the same thing."

Gunhak chuckles. After a few seconds, you sigh and turn around to face the mirror. You see Geonhak behind you, trying the doorknob, before he groans and turns back from the door.

"It's locked, isn't it?" you ask, looking over at him. He nods.

"Those kids . . ."

You nod and smile, turning back to yourself in the mirror. It's been two weeks since you've seen Geonhak. Two weeks since you've danced.

You bend your knee and start humming the first song Geonhak taught you--A Song Written Easily. You start doing the choreography as well as you can, watching yourself in the mirror.

When you get to the end of his part in the first verse, you look up and see Geonhak watching you through the mirror. Your eyes meet his, and you feel your cheeks get warm as you look away from him.

"Have you been practicing?" he asks from where he's sitting on the floor.

You shake your head and sit down where you are. "No. I didn't . . . I didn't want to come here, because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. I don't know what I did wrong or why you left, but I figured that it was because of me. I wanted to give you space."

He nods, staring at the floor. "I'm sorry."

"Geonhak . . ."

He looks up at you.

"What did I do?" you ask, looking into his eyes. You can feel your voice breaking, as if you're on the verge of tears. Maybe you are. "I've missed talking to you. I've missed having lessons with you. We were having a good day, having snacks, and you just left. I called you and I didn't get an actual answer as to why you left. I feel like it was my fault, but I can't do anything if you don't tell me what I did wrong. So Geonhak, please tell me what I did wrong."

You look away and dab at your eyes, knowing that you're definitely tearing up at least a little. You hear a shuffle and look up at Geonhak, who is now standing up. He walks over to the speaker and starts pressing some buttons on his phone. Music starts playing, and it takes you a second to recognize the song.

Geonhak walks back over to you and stretches his hand out to you.

"Dance with me."

"What?" you ask, confused.

"Dance with me."

You slowly slide your hand into his, and he pulls you to your feet. He holds both of your hands with his, and leads you in a slow dance with the slow music.

It's not like you haven't held hands before. Being friends, you've held hands several times with all of the members, including Geonhak. But this feels different to you. Maybe it's because you know you like Geonhak. Like like like him. Or maybe it's because he's staring into your eyes so very softly, and it makes you look down at your feet moving over the dance floor. And the way he squeezes your hand so gently and tenderly with such care.

"Y/N," he murmurs, and you look up at him. He's staring over your head now, at the wall behind you. "You didn't do anything wrong. I walked in and heard you and Hwanwoong talking. I heard him offer to teach you, so I got jealous and left. Honestly, I was being a bit stupid and couldn't face you afterward. I'm sorry."

"You only heard that part?" you ask. He nods, laughing and looking down. "So then you didn't hear me say no, then. I did say no, because I've enjoyed being taught by you and spending time with you. I've really missed you."

He smiles, looking back at you. "I've missed you too--teaching you, I mean." There's a pause. "And being with you. Spending time with you. To be honest, spending time with you is one of my favorite things."

"Me too," you admit.

"I think you're an amazing friend, Y/N," he continues his rambling. He's not quite looking at you. His eyes are on yours, but it's almost as if he's looking into them, through them. "I'm so glad that you became friends with Dongju all those years ago, because if you hadn't, I'd never have had the pleasure of being your friend. I'm so glad to be your friend, though sometimes I wish we were more. And I was so honored that you wanted me to teach you, because teaching you has been one of the most enjoyable things I've done."

You replay his words in your head. "Geonhak . . ."

"Hm?" He blinks, looking at you properly.

"Did you say you wish we were more than friends?"

He freezes his dancing, opens his mouth as if he's trying to figure out what to say. "D-did I say that?"

"You did . . ." You can feel your cheeks growing warm. His speechlessness is too telling.

He chuckles awkwardly and loosens his hold on your hands. His ears are bright red as he avoids making eye contact with you. "I didn't--what I meant was that I--"

You stand up on your tip-toes and plant a kiss on his cheek. His mouth is left open in shock as he stares, unblinking, at the wall behind you.a

After a few seconds, he turns back to you. "Y/N?" he asks, a confused, somewhat excited look on his face.

"Mhm?"

"Did you just . . . ?"

"Yep."

"And . . . and what did that mean?" he asks, his eyebrows scrunched up questioningly.

"That I like you too, idiot," you say. This is the first time you've really felt it. You like him. Despite the worries of what it'd be like to be with an idol, you like Geonhak.

He smiles at you widely and softly. He squeezes your hands tighter. "But I didn't even tell you that I like you."

"Well, you did. But do you?"

He chuckles, removing his hands from yours to wrap them around your waist. You place your hands on his shoulders, smiling up at him. "Yes, I do," he says.

"Does that mean you'll start teaching me again?" you ask. "I've missed dancing, and I was really looking forward to learning Twilight like you promised to teach me."

He laughs. "Of course. But I do have another question."

"Hm?"

"What does this--" He waves his hand to gesture to the situation, the two of you together, your hands on his shoulders and his arm around your waist. "--mean about us?"

"What do you want it to mean?" you ask. He pauses, thinking.

"I meant it," he says, "when I said I wish we were more than friends."

"Okay." You squeeze his shoulders.

"Okay?" He tilts his head curiously with a smile. "Okay what? What's okay?"

"Let's be more than friends," you say. He cracks a wide smile.

"Really?" he asks eagerly. You nod and he hums, hugging you tightly. "I have one more question."

"Mhm?"

"Can I take you out for ice cream or something as soon as Dongju and Hwanwoong let us out? As maybe a first date?" he asks. His voice, as usual, is deep, but his cheeks are pink from his shy smile.

"Alright. Can I pay?" you ask, pulling back so your hands slide back into his. "Because you payed last time?"

"I insist that I pay," he says. "I promise you can pay another time, okay Y/N? Consider it an apology for abandoning you for two weeks, okay?"

You pout. "Fine. But only if I can give you another cheek kiss."

"You can give me a cheek kiss whenever you want, Y/Nie."

You smile widely and kiss his other cheek, and don't miss he way he smiles shy and blushes. "Geonhak, how long have we been locked in here?"

He glances at the clock. "About half an hour. We still have half an hour left before those two kids let us out. What do you want to do during that time?"

You walk backward toward the wall, pulling Geonhak with you. "Cuddle?"

He smiles. "Okay."

You're slumped over with your head on Geonhak's shoulder. You had fallen asleep maybe ten, fifteen minutes ago, with your hand clasped in his.

He stares at you, thinking back to that one time, weeks ago, when you'd fallen asleep on him on the couch at the dorm. Back then, you were just friends. But now you're more than just friends. He can't believe it. His heart swells at the sight of your hands clasping each other.

The door opens and you lift your head in surprise, rubbing your eyes with the hand not in his. Hwanwoong has his hand on the doorknob, and Dongju stands behind him, looking into the room.

"So I assume you guys figured it out?" Hwanwoong asks, eyeing your clasped hands with a smile.

"Yeah," you say. Geonhak stands and helps you up.

"Can we go now?" Geonhak asks. Dongju chuckles.

"Yes, if you two are friends again," Dongju says. You look up at Geonhak. You're more than friends.

"Yep."

"Good."

You're sure Dongju is looking at the two of you, but you aren't quite sure. You're busy smiling up at Geonhak as the two of you start out the door.

"Y/N, I assume you don't want me to buy you ice cream?" Hwanwoong asks. You shake your head.

"Geonhak and I are hanging out," you reply. Dongju gasps loudly behind you as you and Geonhak walk down the hallway.

"Are you two finally together now?" Dongju asks loudly. Geonhak shoots him an annoyed glare, and Hwanwoong smacks his shoulder, but Dongju already has it figured out. "Finally. Does this mean Geonhak will stop talking on and on about how he's excited to see you?"

Geonhak drags you into the elevator before you can hear anything else Dongju or Hwanwoong have to say. You glance at Geonhak, who hasn't stopped staring at you with the softest smile.

"Can I get another cheek kiss?" Geonhak asks, leaning so that his back is against the elevator wall. You roll your eyes and take his face in your hands, standing on your toes to kiss his cheek. You pull away and he smiles widely, his ears turning red as he stares at you adoringly, placing his hands over yours on his cheeks.

[aala-13jellychocolate]

THEY NEVER KNOW (Chapter Nineteen)

This GIF is not mine……

Author’s note: This is my first time writing, so I hope you all will forgive my mistake and grammar too. I’m hoping for comments on my writing. Thank you…    

This story has taken little inspiration from Sehun web story “ Dokgo Rewind”.

I’m sorry, yesterday tumblr was not working, hence I couldn’t update sorry.

Summary, One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven(M), Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen

-Sehun pov-

Things were out of my hand. On my way to find my brother's killer, and I caught up with Choi gang. How? Jinwoo trapped by Junsu.

Jinwoo on his way back to my place after accepting Wang's leader another letter for me. Junsu somehow manages to convince Woo-Shik(Choi gang leader.) that Jinwoo has stolen their new drugs package. And asshole brings 10 of his members to hurt Jinwoo. Taeyong has reached to help Jinwoo. And Yuna informs me. It won't be a big deal, but they were actually waiting for me, why? Y/n comes up. How? Junsu knows about My/Sehyun and her relationship. And he challenges Woo-Shik to win Y/n, to be specific for one night. And I've learned, asshole doesn't play by rules. The good thing about Jaehyun, he never touches women without their full consent. He flirts, intimate but never go too further. And I think Wang leader is also the same. While Woo-Shik already has many harassment and three molestation cases too. He is an authentic evil. Y/n need to stay protected, I'll do it. If I'm not wrong, if Woo-Shik cannot get hold on Y/n, he would try to go after Yuna. I have to make sure Yuna also have someone around all the time. Or I have to convince Y/n, and Yuna stays together most of the time. It will be easy to protect also save time and energy for me, Teayong and Jinwoo.

I cannot neglect, it would be challenging when jealousy is involved. Y/n is jealous of Yuna for some unknown reason. Or maybe because I was Sehyun for her, for a while, and another girl has my attention bothered her. And sensing Yuna's current loving behavior toward me, she is also the jealousy of my attention to Y/n. Did I mention I miss my brother again because I want to run away from this situation? If not, I DO MISS HIM LIKE HELL.

Back to the point, when Yuna called me about Jinwoo, Y/n saw demon through my eyes. I ask her to come with me, know a bit whatever I and my brother associated with, where unintentionally she is also involved. I was frightened. There will be a fight for sure, bloody too. I'm sure Y/n has never seen any fight. I hope after seeing she don't be fearful of me. It is the last thing I need after her hatred.

However, I was hoping to find anything on Jaehyun. Or something related to Wang leader. I sigh and suddenly notice Y/n was staring at me. I give her 'What' look.

"You know this car is a gift from my parents. I didn't say, but I love my car." I nod.

She huff and said, "Then DIRVE SLOW. If anything happens, small or big, I'll kill you." I have to admit. I'm fearful of her. I begin to drive slow; then we stay in silence.

I park her car far away from my place. We got down of the car, start walking toward my home. Y/N stop and ask, "The guys we are meeting killed Sehyun?" I can hear angry and agony in her voice. "I don't know, nothing is clear," I answer her truthfully.

"What's up with these people?"

I sigh, "Y/n, these people are connected." I smile and continue, "This gang leader may know about Sehyun case. No guarantee. We're here because they have Jinwoo." She nod.

I reassure her, "Y/n whatever occurs trust me, you will be safe. I won't let any harm to you, ever." She gives me a sarcastic chuckle, "I know. Let's go." I wasn't able to say anything. We started walking toward the meeting point. In the halfway, I hold her hand in mine. Before she starts her protest, I said, "You are my girlfriend. Please just follow the act." She is mad, she tries squeezes my hand, tightly to hurt me. I wanted to laugh. How should I tell her, her soft hand cannot hurt me? Her every and very small act make my heartbeat fast. She continues trying to hurt me as we walk. While I hold hand with affection.

We reach the destination and my luxuriate feeling dies, seeing Jinwoo in knees, near some black car, beaten. Taeyong continues protecting Yuna with the teaser, who was trying to touch her. My blood boils, if I wasn't holding Y/n hand, I would have attacks second I saw it.

Woo-Shik sees me from inside of his car. As he comes out, everyone gets alert. Taeyong and Yuna coming rush to me. I didn't utter a word. Yuna understands my silent question and tells me she is okay. Taeyong nod. Jinwoo gets up and walks toward me. I let go Y/n hand, look at her, and smile. She looks confused. I turn toward Jinwoo, reaching to him, I exams his body a bit. Taeyong comes and takes him where Y/n and Yuna was standing. He makes Jinwoo sit on the ground. Yuna sits beside him too. Taeyong was coming to help me, I silently tell him no with eye contact. He gets it. Y/n was chaotic.

I turn back to Woo-Shik, he comes closer along with his company and smirks while saying, "Sehyun, long time." He looks toward Y/n "You have an attractive girl, I have to admit." Shamelessly staring at her, "So, here is a deal. Give me your girl for a week and I will forgive you and your friends for my drugs." I keep calm with a blank face. I was aching to rip off his tongue for asking Y/n like property, however, my angry won't do any good. He looks here and there, and snickers, "I know, I said one night, but look at her. I need at least a week to completely know her." People behind him were silently smirking. Like dog waits for his owner to complete meat and pass reaming born of it.

I took a deep breath, firm and gentle voice I said, "If I say no?" Woo-Shik smirk, go to his car, sit on the car hood, and orders to fight. Now I smirk, they don't know what is going to happen once the fight starts.

-Y/N P.O.V-

You don't know why, but your heart was beating fast as something unpleasant will happen. And way the Sehun was driving, your fear was increasing. You don't have any will to die with a car accident, it made you scold Sehun a little.

When Sehun holds your hands, you feel annoyance. His hand hold was like Sehyun, only Sehun's hand skin was rough. Not wanting to go back again, there. You clutch his hand tightly, to show your irritation with his touch. He didn't even flinch. It didn't pester, it was playful maybe. You keep trying hard to hurt him while walking, like a child trying to build a card house when wind continuously blows.  

You feel the change in Sehun's hold. It was gentle but reserved. You look up and see where you are. Yuna comes stands next to you. She gives you one, unsmiling look. Sehun let go of your hand. Surprisingly, you feel the loss of warmth, you were enjoying it.

Everything was confusing for you, and when the guy in brown start talking, you felt nausea. You didn't know if he was talking about you or Yuna. You know the fight will start, you have heard about it a lot Sehun's fighting skill too. But you never thought it would be like this.

It was hard for you to keep track, whose hand was moving, whose leg was. But Sehun was able to. You were okay until you saw a baseball bat, chains, and things you cannot name. Soon you saw blood. Sehun takes something metal thing from someone's hand and punches on his chest, maybe near to his chest, you don't know, but he fell on the ground in the worst pain and scream. Then a guy with the twisted wrist falls near your leg. You couldn't move, he was crying in extreme pain. Taeyong, push him away from you, harshly.  Your eye widened, fear, hard to breathe, heartbeats faster, and numb. You can only see blood and scream and hitting noise. Everything makes you remember Sehyun, you image his scream while getting beaten. You can imagine his pain, screams, blood. He was killed mercilessly. You couldn't see anymore, your eye was blurred with tears. Before you can forget the real world and see more pain, Taeyoung stands in front of you, blocking sight. "Hey, look at me. It is okay." He keeps calling you. You may not able to see but you can hear everything, clearly. Your mind was imagining Sehyun, while it makes you remember Sehun. You try to ask Taeyoung to go and help  Sehun, he is outnumbered, but words didn't come out of your numb frame. Your heart breaks thinking something will happen to Sehun too. You will lose him too. You wanted to know why, what, and how are things happen, you were losing your small world.

You want to deny your feeling. You want to lose your memory and have a new start. A new world, where there is no pain of losing people you love. Your phone was vibrating in your jeans pocket. With your numb hand, you take it out. Myung was calling, you couldn't pick up knowing your surrounding and your lost voice. You got a few notification asking, 'where are you?' and 'call back.' You have no idea how long you been staring at your phone. You look up when Yuna call Sehun loudly. And he was coming toward you.

-Sehun pov-

It got over sooner then I thought. Woo-Shik sneaks out while I was busy with others. I want him that most, he was my answer key but next time. I had a small cut near my stomach and arm due to shape knuckles besides that I prefect. I called Taeyoung to drop them in the hospital. I'm not a killer however I can kill if I want. I kept two of them in condition to drive. After helping Taeyoung put people in the car carefully; finally, I turn toward Y/n. I didn't look at her during the whole fight, not wanting the distraction. She was standing still with tears. While Yuna helps Jinwoo to get up from the ground. Me and Taeyoung go to them, I asked, if they are okay or not. I order them to go to my place and do necessity, I will be there in a while.

Y/n was looking at me whole while with widen eyes. I stand in front of her, two-steps away. I didn't speak to her, keep looking at my friends walking away. When I ensure they are okay and no one else is there seeking at us. I called Y/n. She didn't utter a word, keep looking at me from up to down. "I'm not going to hurt you. Don't be scared of me. Please." She was still. With all my courage inside me, I hug her. I know, she doesn't like me touching her. But she was shocked. To my surprise, she hugs me back after a few seconds. I can feel her getting better in my arms, warm feeling pass to my blood. She is not afraid of me. I pull her closer, she didn't protest. After a while, she utter, "Are you okay?" I assure her, I'm fine. She goes out of the hug. I thought maybe we will be friendly for now, but no, "Don't think too much out of my concern. I was worried for Sehyun's brother, not you." My heartbreak with her words, but I smile with a nod. We stand silently, for a while until we both got control. She starts walking toward, my place. I look at her in confusion. Before I could ask, she speaks, "I don't want to stay alone. I will sleep in the Sehyun bed."  We silently reach to my place. She didn't utter a word went to my and Sehyun's room without looking at my friends, like she owns this place. Taeyoung and Yuna's face turns sour while Jinwoo was lying on my sofa. I clean up his treated his wounds properly. I took a detail of Woo-Shik, what he said when he cames and stuff. Ask Jinwoo to rest properly and avoiding to talk about Y/n which my other two friends wanted. I clean up my wound while Taeyoung sets up a bed for everyone.

I went to my room, to change my clothes. Y/n seems to use my bathroom without asking. She was wearing my brother's hoodies and my sweatpants without asking. Eating my pack of chips, on my bed without asking. She sees me and casually says, "You sleep upper bed, I will sleep in down one." She keeps her half-eaten snacks on the table, drinks water, goes to bed, and orders, "Off the light." I was at the door speechless. I don't remember allowing her to use my house and things like hers. If Yuna has behaved like this I had scolded her but I didn't know what should say to Y/n. The person I love plus my brother's girlfriend.  I was busy in my thoughts, she called me again, "Sehun change, turn off the light and sleep. Aren't you tired?" I nod. After taking a shower, gone to bed, and slept.

Next morning, I feel good after a healthy and peaceful sleep. It was 9 am, I get down from the upper bed and see Y/n was still sleeping. I thought of waking her up, however, hearing her soft snore, I let her sleep.

When I go down, my friends were up and breakfast was also there. After breakfast, we start our discussion. Jiwoo was good, he didn't have anything major. I warn them for not starting the topic of Y/n's behavior. As per the condition, it was right to stay together. If Woo-Shik wouldn't have run away, we could have avoided it. Yuna was ready but seeing Y/n's unpredictable behavior, I don't know how to tell her; from today onward, me and my friends will be with her 24/7 when she couldn't bear me even for 24 seconds.