#again thanks so much for your lovely 2.2k review!

[athyrabunlord]

Response to @argnatien‘s super awesome feedback for LLSHP AU’s ch14 (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ  Decided to answer this publicly because there are some very good points that are brought up (and some questions that I believe some readers have as well). Still though, putting my comments below the cut~

Yes, there are chances I may not have gotten Anon asks XD; I’d prefer a signed Ask, and I’ll just answer privately if the person noted that. I’m happy to have brought you out of your lurking days though heheh

First of all, I’m glad that you’ve felt ch14 to be powerful. I did a lot of back and forth on how to proceed/write out its content. At the end, I acknowledge there’s no way to ‘soften’ the situation, and I shouldn’t do so either. The situation needs to be portrayed as it is, as terrible as it is, especially for our narrator and main character Yoshiko.

Secondly, I’d like to point out that my HP knowledge isn’t the most meticulous either, having planned the majority of the story through memories of the books, the visuals from the movies, and some extra stuff from fanfics I’ve read in the past. I did research as much HP content as possible to verify things like spells, locations and the lore etc. However, I have also taken liberties with many HP things, such as original spells and Horcrux.

Indeed, ch13-14 revealed Yoshiko as a ‘matured’ Horcrux. She is what Tom Riddle would have turned into had he succeeded in absorbing Ginny’s lifeforce in the Chamber of Secrets. Of course, I cannot answer exactly how the quill Horcrux was created in the past XD You’re right, more will be explored later.

POV effect is my favorite way of writing a story. Why? Because there are many factors you can play with. The reader can only rely on what the narrator knows and thinks, and that’s not necessary the ‘truth’. This applies to other characters too. They’re humans, what they believe to be true isn’t necessary the truth. And yes, as far as the canon HP books showed, a Horcrux is created through deliberate murder. That said, Yohane does pity Yoshiko, and everything she told Yoshiko is what she deems as the truth. Has she told any lies, deliberately or unknowingly? Only time will tell ( ͡• ͜ʖ ͡• ) 

No comment about Yoshiko’s past and the Fallen because, Arc3. Since it’s the last arc of the story, the answers to this will be in there.

Yoshiko and Yohane share the same soul. There is indeed some emotional feedback from Yoshiko - Yohane only spared Riko’s life because of that. Being aware of Yoshiko’s existence agitated Yohane’s magic; meanwhile, all those times when Yoshiko blanked out, something is happening there, attracting them to each other through their magic linkage. Yes, this link was opened subconsciously, but neither knows exactly how ‘open’ or how connected they are to each other. I’ll just add here already that, the loss of emotions Yoshiko experienced at the end of ch14 is due to this link as well - she’s feeling how Yohane feels.

I’ll refrain from commenting on the physical wound part XD But yes, this whole thing is a magical anomaly, an idea that’s not in HP canon, but based off of various canon factors.

( ;;;ఠ ͟ʖ ఠ) yup, Arc3 stuff, an’t answer ahaha. But! Those are all very good questions, definitely keep them in mind while this slow slow writer tries to keep up an acceptable upload schedule. Again, all this has no HP reference so... wait and see ;)

We see the terrible fate of Frank and Alice Longbottom after Bellatrix’s tortured them to insanity. I promise I hadn’t gone that far, I’m not that evil xD; But I will refrain from commenting on her.

You and Chika are putting up a tough front. At the Infirmary, Yoshiko isn’t exactly able to pick up details even though she’s normally quite observant, given the circumstances. She’s quite distracted, so through POV effect, You and Chika only appear tired like the others due to lack of sleep and stress. They had each other to resist breaking down. They did take Draught of Peace when they were at St. Mungo’s, so this helped too.

I’ve always thought mind magic to be fascinating, be it Obliviate, Imperius, Legilimency and Occulumency. I have taken liberties with these spells but they’re more or less the same as HP - I just added/expanded its effects and usage.

I cannot discuss too much about Maru, but just elaborate a bit more on what Yohane meant by the Imperius Curse being similar to Muggle hypnosis. Instead of direct orders that goes against Maru’s wishes, the Curse worked more like a suggestion, a Devil’s whisper, so Maru was never aware of it and her overall behavior was never affected enough to be noticeable until ch12.

And no, as far as I know, there is no magic draining curse in HP canon. This spell is something I created for LLSHP AU... or, rather, a new spell the Fallen had created. I’ll just leave it at that.

You’re correct though, Maru’s memory was affected by the stress/strain of being exposed to the Curse for so long, especially that last defiance by breaking her own wand instead of hurting Yoshiko further. For the purpose of comparison, Barty Crouch Sr. definitely wasn’t himself during the 4th book after being Imperio’d for who knows how long and how many times. There’s also the Dementors - psychological trauma had caused Maru to repress memories of encountering one the first time after all. That said, exactly what happened to Maru and her magic will be shown more in upcoming chapters though!

The Patronus is definitely a key point in this story. When I first created the concept art for the FirstYears, I had put the blurb about the coelacanth. This single point was what spawned the rest of the ideas that eventually grew into this story. I just want to say I’m so happy to have reached this point OTL Ahem, yes, Yohane cannot cast the Patronus Charm. How and why she found out etc., I cannot say yet. I do remember the dark wizard (also forgot his name though LOL) who failed because he doesn’t have the heart. I’ll just leave it at that.

Yoshiko, on the other hand, managed to grasp the trick behind conjuring a corporeal Patronus, similar to how Harry did in Book3. In spite of what happened to Maru, she will still be able to cast the Patronus from this point onwards. Whether it’s just as strong as it was in the Chamber of Secrets or not, we’ll wait and see.

⁽⁽◝( • ω • )◜⁾⁾ once again, cannot comment on this part~ Very good points tho~ so happy you’ve noticed many subtle details ;)

I feel horrible for what I did to Dia. Why do I always somehow end up abusing my favorite character/nadeshikos *looks at Umi from past fanworks*  This is the time she needs her friends and little sister the most... yet she’s basically stripped of her hard-earned status/power and imprisoned within her own home.

Maru... gad, that’s the horrible aspect of the Imperius Curse. The victim remembers everything they do during the duration of the Curse, meaning Maru was aware of the whole incident when they were down at the Chamber. I’m being mean to Azalea huh? *turns towards Kanan*  (nah she has that prequel-interlude already so I shall leave her relatively alone...)

Indeed, unbeknownst to Yoshiko, she’s been channeling Yohane all these years. Yohane does have some very-Yoshiko traits too - more in Arc3!

Ah, maybe I wasn’t clear on this part, but then again it was just a passing comment from Kanan. What she meant was that, the Kurosawa family was so viciously opposed to Dia and Riko’s relationship; in comparison, Riko’s parents did not say anything. And so, Kanan wasn’t certain how Riko’s parents feel about the said relationship.

I checked out the music and I love it! That does suit datenshi Yohane-sama! For the record, I was listening to Deemo & Cytus & Voez soundtracks, in particularly Suspenseful Third Day, Rain of Flowers, and also all my BGM/OST from Mahou Shoujo Madoka Magica haha :’D the good ol’ days. My grief seed definitely needs cleansing.

Ruby is my baby. Even though this story is YoshiMaru, Ruby is vital to this story and their relationship, and for the rest of the girls as well. I have a feeling you might enjoy the upcoming chapter then ;D

Don’t be sorry it’s long - I love it! It makes me feel that all the effort and time invested are worth it!! I’ve rambled all that response too, I don’t even know if I’ve given away too much or made things more confusing, but there they are XD

Thanks again for the awesome feedback!

[pingutats]

wake up in some promised land

despite his best efforts to keep their relationship out of the public eye, harry & y/n are photographed together as they leave a party one night —and harry has an interview the very next morning.

warnings: a little bit of angst about trying to navigate fame and a relationship. harry has a foul mouth. but there’s a happy ending!

word count: 2.2k

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Harry was decidedly not in a good mood. 

It had been a late night. He’d had a few more drinks than he usually did. In his defence it was earned—he’d just released an album, it was soaring to great heights on iTunes charts all over the world and already receiving overwhelmingly positive reviews—so sue him if he indulged in some expensive champagne, a couple fancy cocktails, too many rounds of shots for him to remember clearly… It was a good night all around. 

The headache he has right now though, brought on by the sudden blare of his alarm (far earlier than he would have preferred), threatens to tarnish the memory. He even considers swearing off drinking forever so he’ll never suffer like this again. 

When he voices this intention to a dozing Y/N as he pulls a shirt on, his only feedback is a pillow-muffled, “You’re such an old man, H.”

He leans over the bed and kisses the small part of her forehead that’s exposed between the pillow and the blanket. “Come on, love. Time to get up.”

“You can get up. I don’t have a radio appearance to make.” She jerks the blanket up to cover her head entirely. “I’ll stay here, thank you very much.”

He manages to drag her downstairs with him anyway, with promises of making her coffee and a hot breakfast. In the kitchen she yawns and stretches, the over-sized sleep shirt opening like bat wings as she raises her arms above her head. He has to force his fond gaze away to concentrate on turning the coffee machine on and pulling eggs out of the fridge. 

“This is a really ungodly hour,” she comments, watching him rummage around in a cupboard for a frying pan. 

“No such thing as a good night’s sleep when you’re as successful as I am,” he tells her wisely. 

She doesn’t even indulge him with a laugh, which tells him exactly how tired she is. 

The coffee’s done quickly—Harry is so addicted to the stuff he could probably make it in his sleep with all the practise he’s had—and she grabs the cup from him with greedy fingers, closing her eyes and sipping as she’s perched up on the counter. 

Harry nearly lets out a moan when the caffeine hits his lips. It surely can’t work that quickly, but already he’s starting to feel alive again. He turns to the stovetop and cracks the eggs in the frypan with one hand, using his other hand to cling to his cup for dear life. 

His phone starts ringing and the sound pierces through his head. His manager’s name is displayed, which is a good thing because if it was anyone else calling right now Harry would probably be tempted to kill them, and even if no publicity is bad publicity, he’s not sure a murder charge would be good for his album sales. He slides his finger across the screen to answer it and tucks the phone between his cheek and shoulder while he adjusts the heat on the stove. 

“Hey, Jeff,” he says. 

Jeff laughs on the other end. “You sound fucked.”

“Big night,” Harry grumbles. “You don’t sound to pretty yourself.”

“All I’m saying is you better get yourself set in the next half hour, ‘cause a voice like that on the radio isn’t going to help you sell records.”

“I’m makin’ breakfast,” Harry retorts. “Got a coffee, I’ll be fine—oh, shit—fuck!” He’s mixed up his hands as he tried to flip the eggs, and poured coffee in the frypan. “Give me a second.”

He sets his coffee down on the counter and unsticks his phone from his cheek, turning it on speaker and placing it next to his cup. He stares at mess in the frypan and decides he’s going to have to try drain the liquid into the sink, without losing the eggs. He accepts this challenge with humility and grace, because he knows it’s his own stupid fault.

Y/N is cackling behind him. On any other day he might have been annoyed, but her laughter this morning just means that she’s in a better mood than earlier. He’d give anything to keep her happy, so if it takes fucking up their breakfast to have her smiling—so be it. 

“Okay,” Harry says to Jeff once he’s secured the situation. 

“Is everything okay over there?” Jeff’s voice is slightly tinny through the phone speaker, but his stress is evident in his tone. 

“Yeah, we’re just—“ he looks at the eggs, dyed brown by the coffee, and glances over his shoulder apologetically at Y/N. “We’re having caffeinated eggs. You’re on speaker. Y/N’s here too. Say hi, baby.”

“Hey, Jeff,” Y/N chirps. 

Jeff sighs. “Hi. Listen, it‘s probably good that you both hear this anyway. There are a couple of photos of the two of you from last night that are doing the rounds on Twitter this morning.”

Harry stiffens. “What?”

Here’s the thing: Harry and Y/N are definitely an item. It’s happened pretty quickly. They’ve been dating for a few months and now whenever they’re in the same city they’re practically living together. They’ve said ���I love you” to each other often enough that its utterance isn’t a special occasion anymore. So, sure, they’re boyfriend-girlfriend, and if all goes to Harry’s plan, they’ll be more than that soon enough.

But in the meantime, she’s also his best-kept secret. There have been rumours, of course. They’ve been spotted having lunch together or going on walks. Anyone paying attention knows they’re good friends, but Harry has been careful not to let the other dimension of their relationship slip out into public yet. He conducts himself on public outings (secretly dates) like a Victorian gentleman, constantly vigilant that his affection never goes beyond what’s appropriate between friends. 

“They’re not bad,” Jeff says quickly. “It’s just pretty obvious what’s going on. I’ll send them to you, hang on.”

Y/N slides off the bench and comes to stand right behind Harry, leaning around him to stare at the phone. The minute of waiting for the photos to come through feels like forever. Y/N must sense his tension, because she puts her hands on his shoulders and squeezes. 

A notification pops up at the top of his screen: from Jeff, 8 images attached. He taps it quickly and frowns at the photos. 

They must have been taken as they were leaving the bar that the album release party was at. He notices Jeff and others also crowded on the pavement outside, lit by the orange glow of streetlights. The focus, however, is of course on Harry and Y/N, who were putting on something of a show for all their friends—and, apparently, the rest of the world. 

The first couple are okay. There Harry is, his arm slung around Y/N, clearly not sober as he bellows something up to the sky with a massive grin on his face and closed eyes. They were singing, he vaguely remembers, the karaoke they were doing inside the bar spilling over the rest of their night. Y/N is laughing at him, clapping her hands together.

Harry drags his finger up the screen to scroll to the next photos in Jeff’s chain. These ones start to reveal the two of them as much more than just friends. The arm around her dropped to her waist, pulling her into his body. And then he was bending his head down. And then he was kissing her. 

He scrolls down even further. 

In this one, he’s groping her ass in full view of the camera. 

“Harry, you lecher!” Y/N scolds, smacking his arm in good humour.

He just shakes his head, staring at the photo. “There’s no plausible deniability, is there?”

“There isn’t,” Jeff says over the phone. He laughs weakly. “You two put on a real show.” He must sense the panic that Harry’s feeling, because he adds, “Listen, Harry, I can blacklist questions about it if you want. Just tell me what you want to do.”

Harry looks at Y/N, chewing on his lip. He feels like a teenager again, out of control of his narrative and at the mercy of the media. He’s meticulously developed his skills of privacy for years, now, and one night of insobriety and bad luck undid it all. 

Jeff clears his throat. “The thing with blacklisting is that it might raise more questions. And even if you don’t talk about it, you’ve gotta remember that everyone else will be.”

“Yeah.” Harry runs a hand through his hair. “Look—“

Y/N puts her hand on his cheek, patting him. “Hey,” she says gently. “It’s okay.”

He sucks in a deep breath through gritted teeth and holds it in for a moment. “I’m sorry,” he says finally with a sigh. 

She scoffs. “You’re not the only one in these photos.”

He frowns. She doesn’t get that he’s apologising for more than just the photos. It’s the fact that they have to deal with this at all, that it’s such a big deal for them to simply act like a normal couple. It’s the fact that it’s him, and he is who he is. 

“H,” she presses further. “It’s up to you. Your decision. But I want you to know that I’m happy whichever way you choose.”

He searches her eyes for any hint of doubt. She didn’t manage to clean off all her make-up last night, and there’s a smear of glitter on her temple and dark smudges of mascara underneath her eyes. She looks tired, but she’s definitely serious about what she’s saying. 

“You get what it means to be public with me, though,” he says at last. He hesitates. “It’s… intense.”

She shrugs and gives him a cocky grin. “Nothing I can’t handle.” 

“I’m being serious.”

“I am too.” She’s holding his head in her hands, her fingers smoothing his unruly curls off his face. “It’s just a few photos. It isn’t everything.”

It isn’t everything. Harry closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, then leans down to kiss her gently. It’s just an innocent peck, but the feel of her soft lips against his is enough to ground him.

Jeff clears his throat awkwardly. 

They break apart with embarrassed smiles. “Sorry,” Harry says, but he isn’t really.

“Yeah,” Jeff says, sounding uncomfortable. “You’re going to have to make a decision soon, because we’re really cutting it fine.”

Harry looks at Y/N, who nods. 

He turns back to the phone. “Don’t worry about it,” Harry says. “Let them ask the questions.”

“Yeah?” Jeff asks. “Okay then, that saves me a load of trouble. Good luck, man. Enjoy it.”

“Thanks,” Harry says, hanging up with a sharp tap on the screen. He turns around to Y/N with a grin on his face. “Where were we…”

Y/N giggles as he gathers her into his arms, pulling her in close for a kiss that no one else can see or hear, a kiss just for them. When she pulls back to breath, he peppers his lips all over her face until she’s squirming away—“Harry, that tickles!”

He lands one last kiss on her cheek before his gaze lands on the time display on the oven behind her, which tells him he has ten minutes before he needs to be on the Zoom call for the interview. 

She notices the sudden shift in his demeanour and glances behind her to see what caused it. She turns back around. “I’ll sit with you.”

He nods. “Yeah, okay, I’d like that.”

“It’s Harry Styles!” the presenter cries. 

“It’s me! Hello, hello,” he says, waving at the screen. The laptop is set on the coffee table and he’s sitting on the couch, elbows resting on his knees as he grins at the screen. “How are ya?”

“Oh, we’re wonderful,” the presenter replies. “More importantly, how are you? Looks like you had a big night last night, judging by these photos we’re seeing!”

He chuckles. “Yeah. Big night,” he echoes, dragging out the word. 

The presenter laughs. “Sounds like a great time. Well deserved after this masterpiece of an album. And, correct me if I’m wrong, but it looks like you’re quite close with somebody there. Would you explain what’s going on here, Harry?”

Harry peers at the photo displayed on his computer screen, even though he knows exactly what it will be. The one they chose is a sweet one, with Y/N’s arms wrapped around his neck and kiss that he seems to be melting into. He can’t suppress his smile at that. “Oh, well,” he says. “That’s my friend Y/N.”

The presenter raises his eyebrows at that. “Good friend, is she?”

Harry glances up over the laptop to look at Y/N, sitting on the other couch, her cheeks pink and round from her smile. Harry surreptitiously reaches his arm towards her, out of frame, and she leans forward to hold his hand. 

“She is. She’s a lovely girl.” He squeezes her hand. “Yeah, we’re very good friends.”

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thank you so much for reading! this fic is based on a request from @kissmyaxe140 — i really intended this to be a shorter blurb of a few hundred words, but i’m incapable of brevity. apparently. this grew into a little monster but i rlly had fun writing it!! the title is a lyric from secret life by bleachers.

if you liked this fic, a reblog and/or any kind of feedback would be very much appreciated. my masterlist can be found here and you can send me messages here. have a gorgeous day!

[isthisthingeven0n]

volunteering at its finest : s.r

spencer ‘volunteers’ to babysit henry whilst you and the girls have a needed girls night, except the night lasts a lot longer than any of you anticipated (2.2k)

* also i have an etsy shop where i sell some criminal minds tote bags and prints. if you wanna check it out i’ll leave the link here (i’ve also got a labour day sale happening rn til the 8th!) *

“Please do not tell me you’ve forgotten about girls night that I’ve had in my calendar for the last five weeks?” Penelope focuses on JJ through the monitor who slowly lowers her phone before glancing over to you.

“I, I didn’t forget,” JJ starts, causing both you and Emily to hold your laughs as she tries to ease her way out.

“You don’t sound so sure, J.” You comment, quickly feeling a rolled-up newspaper swatting your arm as you head towards the jet.

“It’s not that I forgot, it’s just the first time Will has been away in months and it just slipped my mind.” JJ tries to reason as you board the jet before you sit down opposite her and Emily, awaiting the wrath of Penelope Garcia once you return to base.

“What slipped your mind?” Spencer pitches in as he sits down beside you, a bright smile crossing his lips as you lean against him. “Hey,” He mutters to you, and JJ glances to Emily, still shocked that the pair of you owned up to your feelings six months ago after pining over one another for two years.

Patting Spencer’s arm lightly, you shrug it off. “Just girls night tonight.” You begin to explain, noticing Spencer furrowing his eyebrows together. “What?”

“I thought we were going to watch the Doctor Who marathon tonight?” He questions quietly, watching as a look of guilt consumes your expression.

“That was this today?” You weakly ask back as Spencer simply nods. “Oh, Spence,” You mutter, but Emily kindly butts in to save your ass once again.

“What if you watched it at JJ’s,” Emily begins, and you focus on her with a raised brow. “babysitting Henry?”

JJ scoffs lightly. “Spence, you’ve never babysat on your own before.” She looks over to the Godfather of her son, one of her best friends who could talk his way out of most things, but babysitting is another level.

“What? I could easily do it.” Spencer states proudly, forcing himself to sit taller in his seat as Rossi glances over, lowering the case file from his view. “I’ve watched Home Alone with Y/n, I know exactly what not to do. And I’ve read sixteen books on parenting.” He quickly adds, and Emily quips an eyebrow to you.

“I didn’t know that.” You mutter under your breath, just as JJ laughs playfully at Spencer’s antics.

“Just let the kid babysit, he clearly wants to.” Rossi pitches in, and Spencer smiles brightly at Rossi’s reassurance.

“Think of girls night.” Emily chuckles, and JJ looks over to you with concern before focusing back to Spencer, nodding to the proposition. “It’ll only be a couple of hours.” Emily quickly adds, and Spencer grins brightly.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Spencer nudges your side as JJ shakes her head, wondering what she’s about to let lose.

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“I still can’t get over the fact Spence offered,” Penelope states as she brings over your drinks to the table, placing them down as you eye Emily who shrugs her shoulders.

“Spencer is a good guy like that,” Emily snickers, and you nudge her playfully before sipping your drink.

As you swallow, you can’t help but cough and widen your eyes to Penelope who happily downs her cocktail. “Shit, Pen, what is in this? Battery acid?” You remark, sniffing it as JJ sips hers, quickly having the same reaction.

“No,” Penelope shakes her head as a scoff leaves her lips. “but it is called ‘Poison Ivy.’”

You raise an eyebrow, clearly intrigued as Emily downs the last of her previous drink, slamming the glass down before heading back to the bar. “Anyone want another one? I saw there’s a deal on certain drinks.” Emily calls out, not giving any of you a chance to answer before she disappears to the bar.

“God, if Spencer was here he’d happily list off some facts about the DC character Poison Ivy.” You sigh, wondering how he’s managing with little Henry.

“I’m sure he’s doing fine, Y/n.” Penelope reaches out, and you nod. “How’re you holding up Jayj?”

Turning your head, you see JJ finishing off the remainder of your drink as she places it next to her empty glass.

“What?” JJ slurs, lifting her head up as her eyes cloud over.

“Yeah, I think JJ has past worried and is in denial.” You mutter to Penelope who wisely nods in agreement.

Emily quickly returns with more drinks which JJ gladly accepts. “So, Y/n,” Emily rests her elbows on the table, focusing directly on you as you swallow the lump in your throat. “when are you going to tell us about the good Doctor huh?” She jokes and you laugh lightly, taking one of the four shots.

Placing the empty shot glass down, you wince as the burn descends down your throat. “Maybe after four more of these,” You cough, and Emily signals to the bartender to bring a few more rounds.

*

“Come on, we gotta get into the taxi,” Penelope tries her best to take charge as you help JJ to her feet along with Emily who is as much help as Spencer with his gun.

“Pen, can you take Emily? I’ll help JJ.” Despite still being drunk, you can focus on Penelope long enough to see only two of her as she nods and a blur of colour crosses your vision.

JJ’s head hits your shoulder, and you hear her hum. “Y/n?” JJ slurs and you hold her head up as you reach the exit to the bar, seeing the taxi feet away.

“It’s okay, J, the taxi isn’t far.” You rub her arm as she shakes her head and quickly darts out of your arms and hauls her body against a wall as she vomits violently.

“God, least I’m not that bad.” Emily laughs, unaware of who is being sick until JJ lifts herself back up, swaying back into your direction as she wipes her face. “Oh, hey JJ.” Emily waves as JJ groans loudly before climbing into the taxi after you.

“Where to ladies?” The driver speaks up as the doors are finally closed, and Penelope fastens her seatbelt in beside the driver.

You completely zone out as Penelope gives the driver her address, and miss the ringing of your phone. Little do you know, that missed call would become the first of many throughout the rest of the night - not that you’d know until sunrise.

“Thank you, Craig!” Penelope waves the driver off as you laugh hysterically with Emily about something Spencer once did during a date he organised.

“He just, he was so sweet, but got it so wrong,” You wipe your eyes as tears fall whilst Penelope helps JJ up the stairs as you and Emily trail behind. “I just didn’t have the heart to tell him I had no interest in seeing Twilight, only Robert Pattinson.” You sigh, remembering how excited he was to take you to the cinema to see something not only in English but current.

“Spencer means well, I think his big ol’ brain gets in the way sometimes.” Emily comments as you reach Penelope’s apartment, barely having the chance to take it all in before you’re given a wine glass that’s being filled.

“Oh, Pen I can’t.” You whine, feeling a headache already in the works, but Penelope Garcia is not one to take no for an answer- especially on girls night.

“Let me ask you, ladies,” Penelope starts, and now you wish you just kept quiet. “when was our last girls night?”

Penelope watches as you all exchange glances, no one knowing the answer. “Like, a year ago?” Emily guesses, receiving a quick scoff from Penelope.

“Two and a half years ago.” Penelope states. “We’ve had team nights out, but not a girls night.” She adds as Emily collapses onto the sofa whilst maintaining a full glass of wine. “So, I’m making up for lost time,” Penelope lifts her glass up as she looks around at the three of you, just about hanging in there. “to the ladies of the BAU.”

With a cheer, your night carries on with more laughter and embarrassing memories whilst Spencer is having less of an enjoyable evening with his godson.

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“Y/n, this is the tenth message I’ve left you after leaving fifteen to JJ, five to Emily and twenty-six to Garcia. You better not have died on me as I’ve rung every hospital in the district and have had Kevin hack Garcia’s phone to find her location.” Spencer sighs as he paces around the living room whilst Henry remains sound asleep in his bed.

Part of Spencer knows he’s being irrational, but it isn’t like you to not even answer a text let alone a phone call. He’s so used to you being on hand whenever- especially with the line of work you both do. So when you don’t answer, he can’t help but allow his mind to spiral into the dark depths of misfortune.

Glancing out of the window, Spencer could tell without looking at a clock it was almost sunrise. Approximately 5:37 in the morning and you along with the others were nowhere to be seen.

With a small sigh, Spencer dials your number once more, only to hear movement outside of JJ’s house and he tenses.

Reaching over into his satchel, Spencer grabs his gun as he hides by the living room door, hearing movement of the front door opening as hushed voices sound throughout the hallway.

“God, he’s going to hate me, isn’t he?” You wince at the thought of Spencer scolding you for not getting back to him after you reviewed the dozens of messages and voicemails when you woke up twenty minutes ago.

JJ wraps her arms around you, bringing you into a hug but also to stabilise herself to stop the room spinning. “Spencer couldn’t possibly hate you, Y/n.” She assures you, seeing Spencer peer his head out from the corner of the living room and lower his gun. “That boy loves you more than you realise.”

Pulling away from JJ’s embrace, you sigh deeply into your hands. “I love him J, I just worry sometimes.” You mutter, unaware of Spencer standing behind you as his heart sinks. 

“You should tell him, Y/n.” JJ motions and you tense up, silently swearing before you turn around to face your rather tired looking boyfriend. “I’ll go check on Henry.” JJ mutters, quickly passing you both and heads up the stairs with caution. 

“I could never hate you, Y/n.” Spencer starts, “I was just worried about you and your safety.” He explains as he reaches out, resting his hand on your upper arm. “Did you have fun?” 

A small laugh leaves your lips as you nod. “Yeah,” You chuckle, focusing on the tired look in his hazel eyes. “I, I love you Spence.” You tell him as you fall into his arms, exhaustion beginning to take over your body as Spencer’s chuckle vibrates against your body. 

“I love you too, Y/n. Come on, you need to get some sleep.” Spencer guides you to the living room and you fall down with ease onto the couch. “Did you know the human body requires at least-”

Holding a finger up to Spencer, he pauses. “Spence, as much as I adore you and your facts, they are the last thing I need right now.” 

“Alright,” Spencer gives in as he pulls a blanket over you, ignoring the smudged and dried mascara beneath your eyes and the lingering smell of cocktails on your clothing. “I’ll see you in an hour.” He mutters as he wanders out to make some coffee, knowing you’d need it once you woke back up. 

*

“This is hell.” You state as you heavily lean against the railing alongside the girls whilst voices cheer around you, including Spencer. “I blame you, Pen.” 

Penelope merely groans as she pushes her sunglasses further up her face. 

“A couple of hours! No big deal!” Spencer emphasises as you roll your eyes, burying your face in your hands once again as he carries on cheering for the runners as they pass you all by in a blur. “You weren’t home until sunrise!”

“Why are you yelling.” JJ comments flatly whilst Derek glances over, holding his laugh in as he keeps Jack on his shoulders. 

“Make him stop.” Emily adds, and you nudge your boyfriend as he stops waving his flag frantically and focuses on you. 

“Next time, I’m either joining you in babysitting or you’re joining girls night.” You tell Spencer who smiles down at you before wrapping an arm around you, holding you close as you weakly smile through the pain of your hangover. 

“Deal.” Spencer leans down, kissing you softly before the cheers of your team increase as Hotch reaches the finish line. “Come on, I think breakfast is in order.” Spencer guides you away from the railing as you rely on him heavily as the girls follow behind. 

“Girls night happens every two years for a reason, I take it, baby girl?” Derek jokes as Penelope shushes him as you all gather around to celebrate Hotch’s achievement and block out the blur that last night has left on your memories. 

“What happens on girls night, stays on girls night.” Penelope simply states, refusing to say anymore as you walk ahead with Spencer, discussing more about his latest read, ‘Parenting 101.’ 

[nari-nim]

watermelon sugar high (M)

Treasure Jihoon x Y/N

You pay Jihoon’s dorm a visit, bearing a few gifts to celebrate a break in his promotions. When your time gets interrupted by a phone call, dom!Jihoon takes advantage of the situation to tease sub!fem!reader until you cannot take it anymore.

warnings: smut, dom/sub themes, intense foreplay, exhibitionism, orgasm denial, corruption and strength kinks, mentions of bondage 

word count: 2.2k

“Thank you, y/n. You’re the best!” Junkyu crowed, eagerly stabbing the straw into his cup of watermelon juice. Jihoon chuckled as a few members chorused in agreement. 

“She is, isn’t she?” Jihoon cooed, moving his arm from around your shoulder to rub small circles on your waist.

“Please just drink yours before all the ice melts.” You gently swatted at his shoulder, earning his trademark eye smile in return. Jihoon made kissy faces at you while waving a tissue as his makeshift white flag. You laughed and made a gagging noise in return, earning a symphony of “oohs.” But before Jihoon could make a sassy retort, your phone rang.

“Sorry guys, give me a minute,” you said, glancing apologetically over at Jihoon, whose eyes were already on yours. A soft pout slowly took over his gentle, loving expression. This wasn’t the first time your friend had called you in the middle of your time together, but Jihoon always understood. 

By way your expression changed, Jihoon knew that he wasn’t the only one slightly put off by the interruption. But I can make this fun, Jihoon thought, biting his lips in anticipation. After blurting some quick excuse, he followed you into his room. You smiled at him in question when he shut the door behind him. Jihoon shrugged his shoulders cutely in response and mouthed “cuddles.”

Innocent enough. 

If it weren’t for the show of taking off his sweater in a swift motion, to briefly (and purposely) reveal his lower stomach and boxer hem. Or the way he then adjusted his shirt underneath to made sure you could see how it clung to his frame.

Your mouth felt a little dry, but you pushed aside those very unholy thoughts and crawled into his outstretched arms. While your friend started telling you about the interview she just crushed, you found yourself slowly tuning her out as you snuggled up against Jihoon. It wasn’t that her tales weren’t interesting, it was how you somehow always forgot how truly fit Jihoon is until your run your hand across his chest like you are now. Something about the way his abs felt through the soft T-Shirt started a numbing sensation near the bottom of your stomach. Suddenly, all you could think about was how scandalous it would be if you interrupted her riveting tale of the resume review with sounds of Jihoon slapping your ass while driving into you, drawing out your most sinful moans.

You close your eyes and buried your face into his chest, taking in the smell of fresh laundry and a small splash of your favorite cologne, to force yourself to calm down. Little did you know, Jihoon was suppressing a cheeky grin. He guided you to face away from him and towards the mirror across his room. He held you on his lap in a warm embrace, winking at your reflection before burrowing his face into the crook of your neck. His lips, still cold from the watermelon juice, sent chills down your spine as he pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses against the spot right below your ear.

“Yeah, that’s amazing,” you replied to your friend, clearing your throat to try to ignore the effect Jihoon has on you. You unconsciously shift a little, because god that tingling sensation between your legs was getting so hard to ignore. The movement slightly lifted your shirt, allowing Jihoon’s fingertips to accidentally graze on the lace fringe of your panties peaking out of your shorts. His fingertips felt hot on your stomach as you both freeze. You felt him stiffen underneath you, and your breath hitched.

Oh my god, you internally groan. This wasn’t how he was supposed to see what you were planning on revealing later that night (in another setting that’s NOT the damn dorm room with minors down the hall). Jihoon bought you this pair because it reminds him of that particular night when he tied you against your headboard with lacy ribbons, and then mercilessly ate you out again and again, until the ribbons left marks on your wrists. He’s sentimental like that. 

Shyly, you peaked at the mirror to see his face. Your eyes widened at the sight. Jihoon’s hooded eyes bore into yours as he slowly ran his tongue across his parted lips. Normally, he would have thrown you against some surface and taken you right then and there until you all you could do was scream his name incoherently. But you knew that cocky smirk only meant he had other ideas in mind. You bit your lip, curious where Jihoon was taking this.

“Y/n? You there?” Your friend asked, noticing the silence. Oh, if only she could hear your thoughts.  

You felt him move his head against yours, signaling you to look into mirror and at his dark expression. He nodded at you pointedly. You gulped, and took a shaky breath. “Yes— yes. What did the guy say-”

You quickly cut yourself off because Jihoon use the very moment you started speaking to moved his hands up from your panties and under your shirt to press his palms against your clothed breasts. You threw your head back at the feeling of his hands pleasuring your hardened nipples through the thin fabric. That sensation always leaves you reeling and he knows that. It took you everything to hold back a whine. So instead you pressed your lips together and mumbled some affirmative response to your friend. Jihoon’s hands push aside the bralette to fit your nipples in the valley between his index and middle fingers as he continued to massage your boobs. Instinctively, you moved the phone as far away as your arm would allow and let out a low whimper. 

Wrong move. Jihoon grabbed your outreached hand and yanked the phone back next to your ear. In the other, he hissed, “You wouldn’t want to stop the call now would you, babygirl?”  

You shook your head frantically, biting back whimpers at the pet name. 

“That’s what I thought.”

Jihoon used the pause to sit you on top of his right thigh so he could take off your top. You couldn’t help but start rocking gently against the toned muscles. He grabbed your waist and stilled you, growling “behave” into your ear. Obediently, you stopped as he tossed your shirt across the bed. 

“Good girl,” Jihoon praised. As a reward, Jihoon swiped his fingers across your parted lips, and slid his index in. Grateful for some form of purchase, you eagerly hallowed your cheeks and sucked on his finger, coating his digit with your tongue. He admired the glazed look in your eyes, the dark blush coloring your cheeks, and the desperate ‘o’ formed around his now two fingers. 

No one, Jihoon mused, would ever see you like this past your seemingly innocent facade. At that thought, he realized just how impatient he was getting. His hard on throbbed in agreement. So to help the both of you out, Jihoon reached over to enable speakerphone to tell your friend how you had to go. 

You almost cried out in relief, because this means you can end this torture and grab his shirt and— 

The speakerphone kicked in just in time for him to hear your friend say, “So what do you think I should do?”

On a second thought, Jihoon mused, Maybe not.

Fuck, you internally screamed.

Jihoon could tell you knew exactly what was going through his mind from the little gasp that escaped your lips. His subsequent realization that you were still going to listen to him despite the increasingly wet spot seeping through his grey sweats almost made him groan. As you collected your breath to start answering, he quickly pulled down your shorts to reveal the damp, pretty little thing you wore underneath. Now he groaned. You looked ravishing.

“You good, y/n? You sound kinda breathless.”

This was getting too much for you to handle. You wanted to follow Jihoon’s instructions, but you needed to hang up on her. Through your lightheadedness, you reasoned that she would understand. Understand the way you could feel Jihoon’s dick pressing against you, promising everything you can’t have at the moment. Understand the way his eyes were practically fucking you through your lingerie made your walls clench around nothing and how that frustrated you to no end. 

“You know what? No, I actually really need to go. I’m—”

Jihoon chose this movement to press his palm against your clothed core, rubbing a gentle circle before slipping past the lace and using his middle and ring fingers to rub into your clit. Hard.

You moaned. Loud.

That was it. Face aflame, you tore out of Jihoon’s lap and to the safety of his desk. You profusely apologized into the phone, hung up without letting her reply, and slammed your phone down.

“You can’t-“ you cried, whipping around. Jihoon didn’t let you finish. He slammed his right hand against the wall, trapping you between the desk and his now shirtless torso. His left hand pressed the back of your neck into a searing kiss. You moaned, the longing finally over. He tasted like the watermelon juice--sugary, sweet, and ever so nice. His lips molded into yours, swallowing the sigh of relief as you brought your hands up to run through his golden locks. Jihoon grunted as you tugged, the sound making your knees rubber. He responded by pressing his lips harder into yours. You grasped onto his shoulders for support to return the deepened kiss with gusto. You whimpered as his tongue swirled into your mouth, circling against your tongue and muffling your strings of moans.

You had to feel more of him. Jihoon must’ve felt you tense because he readily caught you as you jumped up to latch your body to his, wrapping your limbs around him. His biceps bulged as he moved an arm from the bottom of your thighs to feel up your ass as he pressed you against the wall. You grinded against his dick, now barely contained by his briefs, seeking release from the relentless teasing earlier. Jihoon compiled to your pleasant surprise, moving his hips in rhythm to yours. You gasped and panted as you started to reach your high.  

Just as you started to see stars, Jihoon broke off the heated kiss and lifted you away from him. It felt illegal—how strong his is, how he was able to man handle you like that, how needy you were.  

“Tell me,” he panted. “What can’t I do?”

You whined, wanting more of him. In the spur of the moment, you forgot how Jihoon never forgets talking back. You shook your head in frustration and tried to press back against him. Your mistake. Jihoon pulled back further and he slammed your back into the wall. His hand shot up to grab your chin, fingers pressing into your cheek. He leaned in, his lips ghosting against yours. “You need to use your words, you little slut. What. Can’t. I. Do.”

You let out a strangled cry, now more deprived than ever. “Nothing, Jihoon. I’m yours, yours, all yours.”

Tears prickled up in your eyes. You were so desperate for him. It’s been weeks since he last touched you like this, and he knew how to push your buttons almost too well. You were not a stranger to edging thanks to Jihoon, but the pain of denial was quickly onsetting and you just needed him so badly.

Jihoon eyes widened a little, not expecting the tears already. He grip on your loosened ever so slightly. “Color?”

You took a shaky breath. “Yellow.”

“Please,” you continued, breathing hard. “Please, Jihoon. Please just fuck me.”

He rested this forehead against yours for a second as if to gather himself. He leaned down and pressed a kiss on your shoulder before taking a step back.

“On the bed, now.”

read part 2

author’s note: AHH! This is my first fanfic I ever wrote so I would appreciate any reshares and support! Let me know what you think! I’m kinda nervous to be on here without any familiar networks, so please feel free to request, submit any hard/soft asks, and send a message! I wanna be friends/am looking for some people to show me the ropes around here :) 

[yonqha]

—- 💕

boo!

you and minhee are playing a surprise game together, and minhee has something up his sleeve to ensure his win (and a treat to his favorite food).

minhee x reader oneshot // fluff

word count: 2.2k words

classes have ended for the day, and minhee made his way straight to the school library to work on a paper that is due in a few days. he took his regular spot at the back part of the library (that no one knows of, perfect for distraction-free work) and settles his bag and things on the table.

he turned around, leaving the table, and headed over to a nearby section of the library where the book he needed was. scanning the books on the shelves, minhee took his time looking for that certain psychology book he needed for the paper.

his eyes then fell on the spine of the book he was looking for. “there you are.” he mumbled as he took the book and slid it away from the shelf.

“boo!” just as the book was out of the shelf, you appeared behind it and gave minhee a scare. “surprise!”

minhee’s expression remained flat and undisturbed. “nice try, y/n. but nope,” minhee shook his head and shrugged. “not enough shock factor.”

a pout appeared on your face as you sulkily retreated and made your way around the shelf, meeting up with minhee. “i thought i almost had you.”

“try better next time. you can do it!” minhee cheered and ruffled your hair, obviously being sarcastic.

“you should say that to yourself, you haven’t been successful with your attempts too, you know!” you whined as you tagged along with minhee back to his table.

“at least mine made you flinch a little.” stopping to turn around, minhee pointed his book towards you as he raised a brow. “am i right, or am i right?”

“hmph, but that still doesn’t mean you’ve won our challenge.” you stuck out your tongue and walked past him.

just a few days ago, you and minhee agreed on a little game between the two of you— the first one to surprise the other and make them react wins! the only rule is that you must have to make the other person surprised enough that they would react largely, like screaming or jumping or making them scared speechless. flinching was okay though, the two of you agreed on that.

the winning prize is what drives both of you. winning the challenge meant that the other person will treat the winner to whatever food they wanted.

your feet shuffled over to the table you and minhee would always occupy, with minhee following right behind you. “so, what brings you here other than attempting to scare my soul out?” minhee casually asked as he took his seat.

you took the seat right across him, and laid your head on the wooden table. “nothing else other than that….i just knew you were coming here,” you looked up to face him. “and i miss you.”

minhee’s eyes focused on yours, and he stopped what he was doing to mirror your position on the table. “is my dear y/n being clingy to me right now?”

“and what if i am?”

minhee giggled, showing his dorky smile you love so much. “it makes you look cute. i like it.”

after hearing those words, you couldn’t control the smile gracing your lips. you like it when minhee’s like this, being so open with his thoughts and what he likes about you. it makes your heart melt in a soft and mushy way.

“alright,” minhee rose from the desk and went back to the book he was skimming. “if you’ll excuse me, i have a paper to do.”

“can i stay here? i promise i won’t bother you.” you put your hands together as a silent way of saying ‘please’.

“hm….and what if i said no?”

the bright expression you had dropped, your hands falling and you started pouting again. “i can’t believe you.” you said.

opposite your expression, minhee softly laughed at your sudden change in mood. “i’m kidding, of course you can stay.” he pinched your cheek as he replied.

slowly you started to smile again, gaining energy after minhee approved of you staying with him as he worked on his paper. meeting up with him for the first time today, you missed him a little more than usual.

“hey minhee, do you know that—“

“—you love me so much that your heart might burst out of your chest? yes, yes i do.”

it made you giggle at how he instantly knew what you were going to say. “aww, are we finishing each other’s sentences now?”

“you say this almost everyday, for multiple times too. of course i would have it memorized by now.” minhee gave your hair a ruffle as he replied, while you swung your legs under the desk with a sheepish smile.

in this secluded section of the library, no one else was staying here. and nobody plans on settling here anytime soon. minhee loved working alone, without anyone there to bother and distract him.

but you were an obvious exception.

as you continued to watch minhee read the book, you slowly started to feel your heart flutter. or is it melting? or both? you didn’t know, but what you did know is that you truly felt happy at that moment now that you’re in a relationship with the man in front of you.

yes, you’re whipped for kang minhee.

a big yawn escaped your lips as you lazily dragged your feet along the sidewalk. you spent all night trying to study for an exam you had today, with the help of minhee’s reviewer that he gave to you the day before. honestly, he’s a gift sent from the gods. without that reviewer? there’s a high chance you’ll just be staring at the exam paper later, and that your score will come crashing to the ground.

just a few steps away, you were nearing the school gate. it was still quite early, two or three students were on their way as well walking to the school. you weren’t always this early, but you thought that you needed some extra time to study before the exam just to make sure.

you were about to go through the gate, enter the school premises, but someone jumped from the side to give you a surprise. “y/n!!” you halted in place. “surprise!”

minhee appeared in front of you, giving you a wide smile and his hands in the air. meanwhile, you burst out laughing. “you think i would get surprised from that?”

a frown replaced minhee’s grin. “well, it’s worth a shot. you were sleepy so i thought i should take advantage of that,” minhee went to your side. “you know, much easier to scare.”

“oh i’m not that easy to surprise, minhee. try again next time!” you patted his back, trying to sound sarcastic. minhee rolled his eyes at you in response.

the two of you headed inside the school building, and minhee dropped you off first at your classroom. “you can return the reviewer later after classes. good luck, y/n.” minhee gave a few pats to your head, the act making you soft.

“thanks, minhee. you’re honestly a lifesaver.” you replied.

“well, what would you do without me?” he pinched both of your cheeks playfully. a soft laugh escaped your lips, grabbing his hands and putting them down from your face.

“okay, i better get studying now.” you swung his arms around. “i’ll see you later!”

“alright,” minhee then gave a small peck to your forehead. “you better ace that test, i worked hard on that reviewer you know.”

a blush grew on your face as you put your hand on where minhee kissed you. “yeah….i-i’ll do my best.”

minhee let out a laugh at how flustered you became, and you hit his arm in return. being all clingy was one thing, but the little forehead kisses were something you were still not used to getting from him.

and with that, minhee gave you one last pat on the head and left.

on the way to his classroom just down the hall, an idea popped into minhee’s head.

‘ah, that’d be a good idea. i’ll definitely win with this.’

classes just ended, and you quickly put your things in your bag to run over to minhee’s classroom. thankfully most of the students were heading out, so you were able to camouflage with the swarm of people in the hallway.

you were about to do another attempt by surprising minhee just as he’s about to leave the room. you needed to pass by his classroom’s window though, so you tried your best to blend in with the other students walking.

minhee, on the other hand, just finished writing down his lecture notes to study later. he closed his notebook and started putting his stuff into his bag.

he turned to the window to see the numerous students walking down the hall to go home, but his sharp eyes caught the sight of you. a grin formed on his lips, zipping his bag closed and standing up from his seat.

as you hid behind the corner by the entrance to the room, you planned out how you were going to surprise him. you started chuckling at the ideas popping into your mind, hoping that this time you’ll finally be able to win.

minutes pass and minhee hasn’t left the room. the volume of students in the hall started to lessen, and you were growing a little impatient.

‘where is he?’, you thought. you slowly started to relax as you waited for minhee to get out of the room. ‘he sure is taking his time there.’

“alright, see you tomorrow!” you heard minhee’s voice ring from the room. your relaxed demeanor quickly vanished as you got yourself ready to give minhee a big scare.

“finally,” you mumbled. “i’m getting you this time.”

you waited as the anticipation started to grow inside you. footsteps were heard and you assumed it to be minhee’s. you stayed as quiet as you possibly could to not let him notice that someone’s just outside the room, ready to scare him.

the shuffling was getting closer, and as it did the more your heart started to beat out of excitement. ‘come on,’ you pleaded. ‘hurry up, minhee.’

but it suddenly stopped. you couldn’t hear anything, it’s like the footsteps just vanished.

“huh?” you grew puzzled, so you decided to peek through the corner—

“hey, y/n!” minhee suddenly appeared in front of you, and leaned forward,

to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

your eyes grew as wide as they could, the amount of shock was evident in them. as if it was magic, the kiss gave you a freezing spell. you were so frozen, even when minhee pulled away you were still in the same position when he gave you the kiss.

minhee raised an eyebrow and waved his hand in front of your face. “uh, y/n, you there? you still good?”

you were still clearly in shock, and you raised your hand to touch your lips. “you….kissed me.” you said softly, still as frozen as you were.

minhee started to grin, thinking this is entertaining for him. “yeah, i did. did you like it?”

after realizing what happened, your face started to heat up into a bright red. snapping out of your daze, you looked at minhee straight in the eyes. “y-you kissed me!” you repeated your words, still in disbelief. “that was the first time you ever kissed me….my f-first kiss!” you continued to be a blushing mess, and minhee burst into a laugh at how flustered you are.

“what? am i not allowed to give you a kiss on the lips?”

“no! yes! i mean...” you stumbled on your words, your head still dizzy from what happened.

minhee was clearly enjoying this, enjoying how much of a mess you’re becoming in front of him. “come on, you’re treating me today.” he said as he took the backpack you were wearing and slung it along with his bag.

“huh? what for?”

“well, clearly i won the challenge right?”

“challenge?”

“yeah. you know, the surprise challenge we both set?” minhee raised his eyebrows at you. “don’t back out on me now, y/n.”

your head was still fuzzy from what happened, taking the time to fully comprehend that you actually lost the challenge you were so set on winning. “so that was your plan all along…” the string of words left your mouth instead of staying in your head like it was supposed to.

with minhee hearing those words he nodded and gave a pat to your head. he proceeded to walk to the stairs at the end of the hall.

“kang minhee!” you exclaimed after a few seconds, minhee being steps away from you already. your voice was laced with frustration and a bit of whining. “i hate you!”

a wholehearted laugh escaped minhee’s lips, clearly not getting the words that slipped out of your mouth. “i love you too, y/n! now come on, i’m hungry.” he gestured for you to come to his side, opening his arms as an invite for a hug.

despite your boiling anger towards minhee and how he won the challenge through a surprise kiss, you still couldn’t resist running over to his side and embracing him like you didn’t just wanted to punch him straight in the gut.

well, after all,

you’re whipped for kang minhee.

[mortemersgf]

serendipity

hot couture: hazel nguyen x f!mc (arden moore)

summary: months after paris fashion week, a chance encounter reignites arden’s feelings for her former boss.

warning: suggestive themes.

word count: 2.2k

@choicesficwriterscreations

a/n: happy valentine’s day :D

click here for part two

Arden strides into Cremona’s, bearing a polite smile as patrons cast discreet glances at her. She slides into her usual table, the one located in the snug corner by the windows. It gives her an excellent view of the whole restaurant, allowing her to pick out who’s a diner and who’s a paparazzi pretending to be a diner.

She peruses the extensive list of dishes Cremona’s has to offer, settling on an order of Cacio e Pepe and a glass of white wine and murmuring a quiet thanks to the waiter as he glides away to prepare her dinner.

Some months ago, her eyes would have bulged at the price of the pasta dish. Now, she only breathes out a quiet sigh, too worn out to be startled.

Arden started her own business after the events of Paris Fashion Week. Her success in the states led to the opening of another branch in Milan. Since then, she’s been spending time in this beautiful city, solely focused on the task of overseeing the whole process. Milan is stunning with its vibrant culture, but Arden is lonely without Luz or Marco by her side.

She feels especially lonely this evening being Valentine’s Day and all. When she takes a gander around the restaurant, she sees couples after couples. A table to her left is sharing a slice of cake waist giggling to themselves. Two tables down, a man watches with adoration as his lover nibbles on her dessert, affection practically oozing out of his lovestruck smile.

Arden exhales slowly and unpockets her phone, swiping through various social media sites to pass time. A small smile dimples her cheeks as she reads positive review after positive review regarding her new collection. Who needs love when you have public validation? … Okay, me, but still. Her designs are being featured on the front covers of a range of fashion magazines. So long was the starry eyed newbie who picked up modeling as a means to work at Hazel Boutique.

Hazel Boutique… That’s a name she hasn’t heard in a while. Arden sets down her phone, fixing her gaze towards the kitchen. She must really miss her former job because she swears she sees Hazel Nguyen seated in the far corner, unbothered and nursing a glass of red wine as the man sitting across from her stomps away.

It’s indeed her. She’s wearing a dark dress that hugs her soft curves at all the right places with a dangerously high slit that teases her leg. Arden always found her tantalizingly beautiful no matter what she wore, but under the dim lighting of Cremona’s where the yellow gleam casts an ethereal glow on her, she looks all the more bewitching.

Arden is moving before she can absorb the absurdity of the situation, a hopeful smile spreading across her face.

“Hazel,” she breathes in greeting, “Hi…”

Hazel Nguyen, just as alluring as Arden had remembered, looks genuinely surprised. Her dark eyes widen. Goosebumps appear on her arms, sending chills down her back, the good kind. The kind you get when you see someone who you’ve been longing to see for the better part of a year.

She sets the wine glass down, eyes moving up and down the length of Arden in careful scrutiny before her gaze finally settles upon her starstruck features. An amused smile blooms on her face.

“Arden,” Hazel finally says, “Hello.”

Arden looks to the empty seat, asking, “May I?”

“Please,” Hazel nods. “How have you been?”

Arden slips into the chair, clasping her hands on her lap to keep her leg from bouncing in elation. “I’ve been good. Haut Monde has been doing well, too.”

“I know. I’ve been following your work.”

“You have?”

“Are you going to tell me you haven’t been following mine?”

“... Touché,” Arden says, recalling the way her eyes widened when images of Hazel’s new designs emerged online. They were fashionably elegant to say the very least, but the real prize was the genuine smile on Hazel’s face in those photos. She was posed among a crowd of local designers in Majorca, completely in her element. It was more than delightful to see her fall in love with creating once again.

Arden glances at the plate of untouched food sitting in front of her and shifts her gaze to the nonchalant woman across the table, mustering a small smile, “So, was that a supplier? An exec? He looked pretty upset.”

“That was my sorry excuse for a date.”

A date. Arden brushes off the strained feeling that washes over her with a small smile, willing herself to not bristle. It’s not as if they were anything more than a flirtation no matter how badly she wanted to be more with Hazel.

“Oh, that’s—that’s good. It’s good to date,” she murmurs, biting back a grimace as those words leave her lips. ‘It’s good to date?’ Really?

“Not so much when he’s an egotistical imbecile,” Hazel says, noting the way Arden’s posture tenses.

She pauses, letting the moment hang for another second before a faint, mischievous smile spreads across her face, adding, “That was Darren, my production manager. I don’t go on dates with just anyone, and I much rather prefer your company anyway.”

A surge of confidence rushes through Arden at the remark. She relaxes into her seat, huffing out a small laugh of relief, “Is that your way of saying you missed me?”

Hazel hums lowly, eyes slightly narrowed as she considers her words. Finally, after a brief pause, she reaches for her wine glass, swirling the dark contents gently. “I did miss your enthusiasm,” she says, “What happened? You look drained.”

Arden fights to keep her composure intact. She wants to slump over the table, truth be told. Running a business is tiring. “I am drained,” she admits, “Been stuck in meetings all day.”

“That sounds all too familiar.”

“Yeah, you wouldn’t know a thing or two about running a fashion empire, would you? Any advice?”

“You have a team, don’t you? Utilize them, don’t pile everything on yourself”—Hazel pauses, noting the earnest look in Arden’s eyes—“Find the balance between leading and creating. Don’t get lost in the system, and don’t lose sight of what’s truly important to you.”

Arden nods, taking in her counsel with the utmost sincerity. “Thank you for that. I’ll remember it.”

As a waiter passes by, Hazel raises a hand, speaking coolly, “Another glass for my friend here, and clear this plate, please.”

“Oh, that’s…” Arden mumbles.

“Scared to share a meal with me?” Hazel questions.

“No, that’s not it,” Arden says. She bites her lip in thought, meeting Hazel's inquiring gaze. Something about her look coaxes Arden to straighten her spine, confidence filling her chest, spurring her on to speak her mind.

“I’m just still processing us, you know?” she says. “You said someday you could be convinced.”

An amused smile plays on Hazel’s face. She leans in and places her index finger below Arden’s chin, tipping the latter’s head upward. Arden swallows and pushes to keep her expression even, though her warming cheeks gives everything away. She catches the familiar scent of jasmine and vanilla wafting from Hazel being in such close proximity with the woman, and her heart drums with anticipation. It brings her back to Paris, back to the balcony.

“I did, didn’t I?” Hazel says, voice sultry.

Arden hasn’t got a clue as to what’s going on in Hazel’s mind. The woman is absolutely unreadable and she loves it, the mystery of it all, the unraveling of her thoughts. Right now, having her lips only a breath away, Arden doesn’t care to figure out Hazel’s intentions. Her legs feel weak. She’s sure she’d stumble if she were standing.

“Have you eaten, Arden?” Hazel asks, moving her hand to Arden’s cheek, grazing her face ever so lightly.

Arden’s face flushes with heat as she struggles to meet Hazel’s intense gaze. Her teasing touch leaves tingles in their wake, sending a thrilling chill down Arden’s spine. What is she suggesting?

“I—no, I didn’t eat yet,” she answers, “but I don’t feel like having dinner right now.”

“I don’t either. Come with me.” Hazel drops her hand, moving to stand. She places several hundred dollar bills on the table.

Arden follows suit and shoots an apologetic look at the waiter who’d just strolled out of the kitchen with her meal. He flashes her an understanding smile as if to say, It’s okay. I get it. It’s Hazel Nguyen.

They leave in a flurry with Arden tripping into the elevator. The ride down is silent, but there’s visible tension in the air. She waits with bated breath for Hazel to move, to push her up against the wall or even spare her a quick look, but the older woman looks straight ahead, face impassive.

Ping!

Arden follows Hazel out of the restaurant and into the darkening streets of Milan. The cold rushes at her like a swarm of bees, leaving her shivering. She wonders how Hazel is able withstand the chill having only a faux fur shawl wrapped around her shoulders.

“So,” Arden begins, “where are we going?”

“Eager, are we?” Hazel answers, striding down the streets of Milan as if it were a runway, elegance laced in every one of her steps.

“Just wondering is all…”

After walking for another block, Hazel halts. They’ve stopped in the middle of a bridge that overlooks the canal. Arden breathes out a sigh of wonder at the sight of glittering lights reflecting off the water.

The sun is setting, painting the sky in vibrant colors of pink, yellow, and violet. It’s unbridled, bold, and stunning. The colors blend together so well, it tempts Arden to create an outfit, a new line, just something, based off of this sunset. She had been trapped in meetings that always ran long since she landed in Milan, which never gave her the chance to appreciate the simpler things the city has to offer. This scene before her envelopes her in serenity, and she wants to share that feeling.

Arden is inspired, but her trusty sketchbook is currently sitting on her nightstand in her hotel room to her utter luck. She didn’t expect to see such a sight nor did she anticipate running into Hazel, who is observing her carefully.

The sunset reminds Hazel of dusk time in Majorca. Half of the time, she worked in her beach suite with the setting sun as the backdrop. The other half, she was thinking about Arden, checking up on her work via social media whenever she had spare time. Hazel was invested, itching to message her a congratulatory text after her new collection sold out. Is. She is invested in Arden, and being away from the young designer has helped her realize that. Arden Moore is truly something else. She’s not just anyone.

“This is beautiful...” Arden breathes, “I bet I can do something with this color scheme.” She whips out her phone, snapping a couple of photographs at different angles.

“You haven’t changed after all,” Hazel comments. Her eyes trace over Arden’s beaming features before flitting to the water. The faintest smile graces her lips.

“That’s a good thing, right?”

“It is.”

“Does that mean you still like me?”

“You are relentless, aren’t you?”

Arden pockets her phone, looking at Hazel with a playful smile. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Hazel trains her gaze ahead, studying the horizon as she speaks. “I said you couldn’t handle me once. You were inexperienced, new to the fashion world, to this life. That was nearly a year ago, and I see that you’ve grown exponentially as a designer and a businesswoman while retaining your authenticity. That’s certainly invaluable. I admire your passion and drive, Arden”—she finally turns, meeting Arden’s hopeful gaze—“I pushed away all thoughts of starting another relationship after my divorce, but I may have to reconsider that.”

Arden is flushing with her mouth slightly ajar at Hazel’s confession. To think Hazel Nguyen, her ultimate idol and former boss might actually want to pursue a relationship with her is something she didn’t see coming. It’s a delightful surprise to say the least, one that makes her heart soar with glee. She decides to play coy though, just to get back at her for the months of lack of contact.

“Hmph,” she murmurs, “You never did arrange a plane for me to visit you, you know. I could’ve helped you come to that conclusion sooner.”

“You would’ve been a distraction to the creative process,” Hazel simply says, “Being in Majorca, creating and refreshing my perspective, was what I needed to remind myself why I do this in the first place.”

“That makes sense,” Arden agrees. A crooked smile finds its way to her lips as she adds, “But you couldn’t have sent me a text? Maybe a letter?”

“I’m willing to make that up to you.”

“... How so?”

“You’ll find out soon enough...” Hazel says, leaning in so her breath fans over Arden’s ear, adding, “in my hotel room.”

Arden’s face splits into an incredulous grin. “Are you asking me to come home with you?”

“Depends,” Hazel answers easily, the hint of a teasing smile resting on her luscious lips, “Are you accepting my invitation?”

As if Arden needed to be asked twice.

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Where you should be

Chapter 4: Atychiphobia

Genre: Hobi x oc

Warnings: this series contains stalking, blackmail, and similar stressful/fear inducing situations. Also unrequited love, which is perhaps the most terrifying of all.

Word Count: 2.2k

Atychiphobia - an irrational and persistent fear of failing

August 2019

I’ve received two more notes. One was taped onto my studio door before I arrived for the day, another was placed on my keyboard when I left for a couple of minutes to use the restroom.

Bang PD has reviewed the security footage over and over again. The first incident did show a man in a hood and mask, matching the description I offered.

However, the other two times showed different people. A slender woman taping the letter on my door and checking over her shoulder. And a young man, rushing inside my studio when I left and leaving supposedly leaving the note on my keyboard.

As a result of the multiple breaches in security, I now get to have my very own little friend to shadow me while at work.

By little friend, I mean bodyguard. Ha-joon is fairly new to the job, but he’s definitely excited for his new position. I can tell by how he can never stay completely still.

“What time are you taking your lunch today?” He asks me, pacing beside the door. I’ve just lowered the headphones from my head, making a grand show of stretching before swiveling around to face him.

“How about now? Are you hungry?”

Ha-joon’s eyes light up. “Yes. Where should we go?”

I shrug. It’s not very often that I go out for lunch, I’m more the type to just pack a lunch or call up some takeout. However since acquiring a bodyguard that resembles an oversized puppy, I’ve come to learn that he needs to be taken out or else he goes a little crazy.

“Wherever you want, I don’t have a preference.” Following Ha-joon out of the studio, I make sure to lock the door behind me. Ha-joon’s eyes are wide as he looks up and down the hallway, waiting for some stranger to jump out of the shadows.

The air is thick and muggy as we exit the building, the two of us chatting quietly as we head toward the bus stop. Neither of us owns a car, but it’s fine. The bus will take us straight to the downtown area of Seoul where all the good street vendors hang about.

“-so then I graduated just over a year ago. To be honest, I really didn’t expect to be given an assignment so quickly, but-”

“Ha-joon, we’re in public, remember?”

The tall man gives me a sheepish smile. “Right.” We try our best to act like normal friends out in public; there’s no need for people to be wondering why I’ve got a bodyguard.

I fan my face, trying to breathe in the muggy air. “You think it’s gonna rain today? I hope so, this weather is horrible.”

“Probably, but it’s worse after it rains sometimes, don’t you-” Ha-joon is interrupted for the second time when a car pulls up to a stop in front of us, parking illegally in the bus stop area. People all around immediately start whispering and glaring, although nobody has the nerve to approach the shiny car.

Ha-joon steps in front of me, blocking my view before I can remember where I’ve seen that car before. Peeking around his body, I watch as one of the tinted windows rolls down.

“As much as you enjoy taking the bus, I’m not going to let you melt out here.”

My breath catches in my throat as I see Jung Hoseok sitting behind the wheel, Do-yun beside him. Ha-joon exhales, looking visibly relieved that there’s no real threat.

“Hop in,” Doyun says, getting out of the passenger side and gesturing for me to take his place.

I try to give Doyun a look that will soften his heart into letting me sit in the back, but he looks away from me and greets Hajoon. Holding my breath, I duck into the passenger seat.

Hoseok sits tall and rigid despite his show of casualness earlier. I feel like I could throw a bolt of lightning with how charged up I feel, too afraid to move too quickly for fear of exploding. Hajoon is oblivious to my current predicament, although I do catch Doyun’s eye in the rear view mirror.

He’s smirking.

“Where to?” Hoseok asks, quickly driving away from the bus zone. I turn around to look at Hajoon.

“Oh,” my bodyguard speaks up. “We were just going for lunch, I hadn’t decided where, yet.”

“I see.” I think he glances over at me but my eyes are glued to the road, refusing to look anywhere else besides those yellow lines that dot the street. Reminding myself with every line that there are some very clear lines here that I must not cross.

“...don’t mind, right?”

Hoseok’s voice sounds like it’s underwater as I only catch the last few words. Turning to him with wide eyes, I can feel the stares of both Doyun and Hajoon upon me. “I’m sorry, what? I didn’t catch what you said.”

Keeping his attention on the road ahead, Hoseok repeats himself. “I was asking if it was alright if we joined in on your lunch today. Doyun and I have been wanting to try this new place not far from here.”

Ignoring Hajoon’s puppy-dog gaze, I shrug. “That’s fine.”

♟

Sitting around the table, I sit directly across from Hoseok who keeps glancing at me every few seconds. Doyun and Hajoon are swapping stories, which means that Hajoon is practically drooling as Doyun talks about his time as a bodyguard for one of the most famous groups in the world.

It’s nice here. Probably too nice for a simple lunch before heading back to the agency, but I let it slide. Despite the knots in my stomach from Hoseok’s conflicted stare, it’s nice to be on good terms with him again.

He hasn’t reached out to me since I turned down his offer a couple of months again, but my mind has been elsewhere anyway. He’s been busy with work, I’ve been busy with stalkers.

Our food has just arrived when I see Hoseok staring at me, trying to get my attention amidst the neverending conversation between Doyun and Hajoon.

I furrow my brows. “What is it?”

“I think your phone was going off.”

Frowning, I take my phone out of my pocket. I had it on silent, how did he know-

The three occupants at my table appear to be completely engulfed in the meal before them, their eyes wide as they begin to taste the food and offer up their thoughts. I notice Hoseok’s phone sits beside his plate, face down.

“You’ve hardly touched your food,” Hajoon remarks, glancing over at me with a concerned expression. “Are you feeling alright?”

Setting my phone down and fighting the blush in my cheeks, I start to attack my food. “Sorry, got distracted.”

My blush only deepens when I hear Hoseok’s breathy laugh from across the table, and I stare down my noodles.

Lines, Ha-rin. Remember what side of the line you’re on.

Maybe I can’t resume what relationship we had before. This, however...this might work. Group lunches and harmless conversations might be just enough to help me move on.

As I see how Hoseok’s dark hair falls into his eyes and he brushes it back, looking up at me and smiling, I offer a small smile of my own.

September 2019

In September I learned that I would still love Jung Hoseok even if he did leak the tracks I labored over to the entire world. I also learned that he was still interested in listening to my work.

October 2019

In October I learned that friendships can be salvaged when it’s a true friend. I also learned that there’s more to a name than just letters. 

November 2019

In November I learned that Jung Hoseok will always come through, even if he’s been rejected. 

That little fact made me even more distraught over the fact that I had to reject him in the first place.

December 2019

In December I learned how to set my pride aside and reach out to him first. I also learned that I have very thin walls, because my neighbors were very upset when they heard me yelling at my TV. 

March 2020

I enter the Bighit building with a skip in my step, humming as I head toward my studio. I’ve just settled down in my chair and powered up my computer when Adora appears at my door.

“Hey!” I greet her, grinning wide but my smile slipping away when I see her concerned expression. “What’s wrong?”

She shakes her head. “Bang PD just called a meeting, he sent me to come grab you.”

My eyes widen as I follow her out into the hallway, Hajoon appearing and walking in front of us. “Are the boys…?”

She knows that I’m asking about BTS, who’ve just returned from their promotions in the states. It’s been a couple of months since I’ve seen them around. Today I was hoping to get to see them. I guess my wish is coming true.

“They’re fine. I think this has more to do with that virus?”

Frowning, I enter the conference room with her, my worries fading as I see Hobi sitting with the rest of his group in the far corner. He looks up at my arrival, giving me a small smile.

Sitting beside Adora, Bang Si Hyuk does a head count before getting down to it. “Thanks for coming up, everybody. I know this wasn’t in the schedule for today, but we really need to talk about some pressing matters here.”

The room is deathly quiet as Bang Si Hyuk begins to explain COVID-19, and possible repercussions. I watch as Yeonjun and Soobin whisper to each other, worried expressions painted on their faces. Namjoon sits up straight, his shoulders tight as he hangs onto every word being said.

When the words ‘tour’ and ‘postponed’ are brought up, the silence is broken by Yoongi. “How long do you think we’ll need to postpone it for? Just until the summer?”

Bang Si Hyuk’s face does little to hide his thoughts. “I...I really don’t know. I just think we have to hope for the best and prepare for the worst.”

After further discussing our options, we break to head back to work. Hobi heads straight out the door before anyone else, his polite smile hiding his distress.

Heading back to my studio, I debate whether or not I should go up to the top floor and check on him. There’s no doubt in my mind that that’s where he is right now, but I’m not sure if he’s really in the mood to talk. Should I bother him right now? There’s a lot on his mind, I’m sure. And we’ve all got a lot of work to do if we’re going to get ahead of this virus-

“Fancy some fresh air?”

I’m torn from my thoughts as I hear a deep voice from before me. I gasp as the same tall man from all those months ago outside of my apartment complex appears in the doorway of my studio, a smug grin on his face.

Turning around to call out for Hajoon, I hear him clicking his tongue.

“Now, we don’t want to make a scene, do we?”

I scowl at him. “Why wouldn’t I?”

He chuckles, the sound ugly coming from his mouth. “Cutting right to the point. Good, I like that.” Holding up his phone, he extends it to me. “Take a look for yourself, darling.”

When I don’t budge, he shakes his head as though annoyed with me before tossing his phone. I catch it, keeping one eye on him as I look at the screen.

It’s a photo.

“Feel free to scroll through, there’s more.”

I’m fairly certain that I’ve forgotten how to breathe as photo after photo of Hoseok and I appear. There’s one of the two of us eating in my studio, several of us in the parking lot and getting into his car...there’s even one of the two of us outside his apartment, Hoseok reaching out to steady me as I descend his stairs.

“And?” I muster up the courage to look back up at the man, trying to be as discreet as possible as I move my fingers in order to delete the photos. The man scoffs at me.

“You can delete them if you’d like.”

I pause, mouth dropping as his words hit. “...then-”

“All of these photos are backed up already in my own personal file. They’re ready to be sent off to Dispatch first thing in the morning, along with a write-up of Jung Ha-rin, the coveted producer from a failing company that Bang Si Hyuk bought out for one of his beloved idols.”

My blood begins to boil as I look back down at the last photo. It’s a more recent one, taken just a few months ago when we went out to lunch with Hajoon and Doyun.

I know what it looks like. Hoseok and I smiling at each other across the table, our bodyguards flanking us on either side. Dispatch will tear this apart.

“How about we take a walk together? I’m sure we could come to some sort of agreement, don’t you?” He grins at me, taking a step closer and resulting in me taking a step back. “It won’t take long. Fifteen, twenty minutes tops.”

Sparing the empty hallway one last glance, I take a deep breath. “What do you want from me?”

The man’s smile reminds me of an evil, over the top Disney villain. “Now that’s the golden question.”

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ao3 year in review

I went back and forth a bit on whether I wanted to do this or not, since I’m really not a big writer in the fandom and am generally not super involved in the other things TMA writers seem to be involved in, but since in the span of 5 months I’ve nearly doubled the amount of fics I have posted to ao3 (which had accumulated over YEARS) and I do feel very proud of the work I’ve done, I’m going to! Format taken from @athina-blaine​

Top Fandom: The Magnus Archives (17 works)

Date of First Fic Posted: July 22, 2020 (Press “A” to Punch, 2.2k words)

Top Multi-Chapter Fic: Seen, Unseen, Unsung (currently 50k words!) Though this is still a WIP, it’s still the longest fic I’ve ever written, and though it’s not the first multichapter fic I’ve ever done, it’s the first one that I’ve had a proper outline for and have therefore fully committed to finishing (even if there’s sometimes long stretches between updates). I know comparitively this isn’t a lot but I got very excited when it broke 3k hits, and I’m looking forward to finishing it next year!

Top One-Shot: only the sweetest words remain (4.6k words) I scrambled to get this one done for ace week in between working on Whumptober prompts, and I’m really glad I managed to squeeze it in! I loved getting the chance to explore Jon’s aceness through a series of relationships (canon and non-canon) and I’m glad that it was well-recieved!

Fic I’m Most Proud Of: Press “A” To Punch (2.2k words) First fic after a super long writing hiatus! And it wasn’t completely horrible! I like to reread this one because my writing style has changed so much since I wrote it back in July, which is so shocking to me but not entirely unexpected given the amount of fic I’ve written and read since then. I think I’ve come to understand the characters a lot more since then as well, but I’m still very proud of the way I wrote Jon & Melanie and Jon & Daisy’s relationships. 

Fic I Wish Had Gotten More Attention: neither here nor there (5.3k words) Y’all, I really liked this one. I love doing 5+1 format fics, and this was my first (and only) in the TMA fandom, and it didn’t resonate as much as I’d hoped it would (possibly because of my chronic habit of writing angsty/bittersweet endings). It was also the fic that kicked off my JonTim research relationship headcanon/fic focus, which I’ve incorporated into almost ever fic since then.

Fic That Challenged Me The Most: closing circles, shutting doors (43k words) This one was hard. I’d never done a prompt challenge before, much less a month-long, one-a-day prompt challenge, much less a promp challenge involving a fic category I’d never written for before (whump). But I really think this fic helped me grow as a writer, both in letting myself just write and not get caught up in the little editorial details and in putting out such a large word count in such a short period of time. 

Favorite Quote/Passage: from your hair is winter fire, january embers (3.8k words):

There’s motion in his periphery, catching his eyes and dragging them toward the corner of the cottage near the door where Martin has set a twin pair of backpacks and is currently rifling through one with his back to Jon. Jon can see the tension in Martin’s shoulders, hinting at the nervous set to his eyes that’ll probably be covered with a reassuring smile for Jon’s sake when he—

Martin turns, and Jon blinks at the deep concern that’s etched in the lines of Martin’s face, at the nervousness he wears plainly and openly. It occurs to Jon, then, that he’d been expecting it all to… slip away. The vulnerability they’d cultivated in rays of sunshine dripping through the cabin windows like warm lemon drops, in the heat of the fireplace as the chill of the highlands crept in through the paper-thin cottage slats, in the drowsy hours of the early morning when Jon studied the soft curves of Martin’s face resting inches from his and felt love and affection curling so intensely within his chest that he thought he might choke on it. It didn’t feel fragile, that happiness, so much as too gentle for the darkness that now seeped in through the corners and turned every joyful memory against them.

Jon hadn’t thought it would survive. So when Martin says, with that same care and kindness but also with an unsteadiness to his voice that betrays his nerves, “About ready, then?” Jon feels tears prickle at the corners of his eyes.

Total Words Posted: 151,230! (Oh, wow, that’s a lot!)

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Looking For a Heartbeat (5/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Series Summary: You and Bucky used to be in a relationship. Feelings were hurt, you left. It’s been two years and you’re back. You both will handle the reunion well, won’t you?

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings for this chapter: angst.

 A/N: Thanks @suz-123 for being so amazing and reviewing this chapter for me. You rock!

Please, let me know what you all think.

Series Masterlist

Masterlist.

  The metallic taste of blood in your mouth is familiar. Comforting even. The sharp sting in your jaw an old friend. Knocked down on the floor,  your blurry vision glimpses Nat’s apologetic face hovering over yours. Your sparring partner always looked smug and proud when she managed to kick your ass at the ring, but she knows this time you’re not yourself. You let your guard down and made it too easy for her to knock you out with a killer Black Widow punch. The reason of your distraction? The story she was telling you between blows. About Bucky and Adrianna.

It crushed your heart when she described how devastated Bucky was when he returned from London… he wouldn’t talk to anyone- even Steve had a hard time on reaching for him- he wouldn’t even go out of his room, not to missions, not to eat or train, or anything. Nightmares were loud and constant. Nat said it seemed like before all over again. Everybody knew the situation had everything to do with your sudden departure and evident break up, but he never said your name again. Not since he came back from London…

After a lot of work, it was Steve who, after months, somehow managed to drag him out of the tower and forced him to an appointment with one of the new psychiatrists of the team: Adrianna.  

He would only go to the first sessions because Steve intervened, but, little by little, it wasn’t necessary anymore. He started showing up for the meals, engaging in small talk, smiling at jokes, got a haircut. Even if the nightmares continued, his whole demeanor started getting better,  and he once again looked like himself. When he felt good enough and engaged in missions again, Adrianna assigned him for a fellow doctor, claiming their relationship had evolved to a personal level.

This was when Nat knocked you down.

“You said they weren’t together,” you spit some blood and, ignoring her helping hand, got up, promptly taking position to start over after cleaning some sweat out of your forehead with the back of your hand.

She regards you with her signature deadpan façade before her eyes roll and she turns on her heels, walking to get out of the ring.

“Hey! Where the hell are you going, Romanoff? I’m not done with you.” You throw your arms to the air.

“But I’m done with you, buddy. You know how I enjoy winning, but not like this. You’re being too reckless.” She eyes you from behind her shoulder as she passes through the ropes and sits at the edge. “Now don’t be a prick and sit here like the pretty girl you are if you wanna keep talking.” She smirks at you and pats the spot beside her.

God, that woman could be infuriating when she wanted to, but you end up giving in, stomping your feet to sit beside her, not before groaning your displeasure, “So?” you arch a brow at her.

“They’re not together, together,” she uses a calm tone to answer, grabbing one of the bottles of water  you left at the spot and handing you the other. You keep yours secured in your hand while staring at her gulping down from her bottle, “But they’ve been attached to the hip ever since,” she finally continues, resting the bottle on her side, “I think she’s become a support system of some sort for him. She even grew closer to all of us, and in the end she had to ask for a relocation to SHIELD to keep hanging out and avoid professional problems if she had to work with any of us.”  

She takes a moment and just contemplates you, waiting for you to say something. When you don’t do that and just evade her intense gaze to stare ahead and a take long sip from your water, as if the liquid is not the only thing you’re trying to digest, she adds, “I bet you don’t wanna hear this right now, but she’s not a bad person, Y/N. Adrianna’s is actually very nice and has helped Bucky … a lot.”

This tears your already wrecked chest apart, because the reason he has needed help at all was none other than you. You’re the one who has broken him all over again. All the work he had on building his self-confidence again was lost when you said all those things to him, when you made him believe he had meant nothing to you but a burden. And now, you can’t help but feel glad he has found someone that could help him gather the pieces you’ve shattered. But there’s a whole new feeling Bucky Barnes has introduced you to: jealousy.

“And she’s in love with him,” you affirm rather than ask as secure the bottle firmly in your hands, the answer already known to you. “You said he isn’t.” Your voice is barely a whisper when you finally look back at Natasha, who only smiles tightly and nods, “How can you know for sure?” desperation clings on your quivering tone.

“Oh, well, I can’t. I only act like I know everything, you know this.” She shrugs, “But I’ve known Bucky for a long time and I’ve seen him in love before … once” She winks and moves her head suggestively at you, “He likes Adrianna and appreciates her company, but the way he’s with her…It’s nothing like that…”

The tight smile almost curling your lips is quick to disappear, “He won’t even look at me now.”

“Y/N, I know we’ve spoken before, but … what happened?”

She doesn’t need to elaborate. After you left, and the whole team found out where you were, you told everyone it was because it was your dream job and your new assignments demanded you to leave in a hurry. To the ones who asked about it, like Nat, Wanda and Steve you said you didn’t love Bucky like you thought you did. They never pushed it any further and you were thankful for that at the time.

But now there’s something pushing you to speak, a desperate need to get it all out of your chest, so you tell her everything, starting from that first exchanged smile at that party, how hard and quickly you fell for each other and didn’t seem to know how to be apart anymore, the nights spent awake by his side, then the twisted feelings, the doubts, the ring and the panic attack that followed, that day in London… And you talked about your grandfather and how your feelings for Bucky made you question everything you were.  

“And like the coward asshole I am I ran away and threw the blame on him. That's it. No secret noble reason behind it, nothing other than I'm a terrible person-” You pause, taking a shaky breath while your eyes cast down, “The things I said to him, Nat… I should go to hell for that. I’ll never forgive myself and I don’t think he ever will … or should, either.”

The room is silent for a moment, until you finally hear Nat letting out a loud puff of air, “Oh, wow… no wonder he came back the way he did.” She seems to immediately regret her words, because she adds a hand to your shoulder, making you look back at her, after you let out a humorless chuckle, “Listen, what you did was messed up, no doubt about it. But we´re all a messed up bunch who does messed up things.”

“Wow, how deep...” you scoff.

“What I'm trying to say is you did the best you could with what was given to you. I can't completely judge you. Our backgrounds,” She moves her hand to your shoulder to fold her arms in front of her chest, “though different in methods, had a very much alike goal…” She sighs “It's still hard for me to understand people can like me… or even love me and I can feel the same. When I first fell for someone, I mean, really, really fell in love, fuck, I almost killed that bastard. Thank God Yelena was a tough cookie…” she says, taking a pause with a flash of dreamy eyes and smile, before resuming, “Yeah, it was a complete mess…”

You laugh softly and shake your head, drawing out a laugh from her before she wraps her arm around your shoulders, “It doesn't mean it can´t be fixed… If that's something you want.”  

She let´s the softly said line linger in the air and your jaw tenses before the answer blurts out from your lips while you stare ahead, “You know, when I resigned and asked to come back, I told myself it was because the job wasn't what I expected. That it was almost all paperwork and I was born for he action. But the moment I got here, when I got to see him again, it all came back to me. I understood what fucking bullshit I was telling myself.” You shake your head, resenting the way you kept lying to yourself, “The truth is I came back for him. I love him, I want him, Nat.”

You shift your head to look at her, not giving a damn about the tears running their way down your cheeks, “I’m the most selfish person alive, because I hurt him and now he's better off without me, but I want him back.”

Big startled green eyes stare at you while you struggle to easy down your breathing, looking back at your friend. Yes, you had already come to terms on how you’re feeling, but it was the first time you said it out loud and to someone else. It made it real. You want him, you desperately want him.

Your heart is hammering when, in a slow move, Natasha wipes a tear from your face with a finger, her face softening, “Oh, well… You sound like you need a drink or two, darling.” Definitely not what you were expecting her to say just after you opened up your heart. “Not this poor bottle of water that you’re holding so tight it might crush at any moment,” she rips the bottle out of your hands and your eyebrows raise when a cellphone emerges from an imperceptible pocket of her leggings, “I’m calling Wanda, we’re going out tonight.” She announces, nonchalantly, “We may have a mission tomorrow, but you and I both know hangover missions are the best ones,” she beamed mischievously.

You can’t help but close your eyes and snort before leaning your elbows over your thighs and burying your face in your hands.  

~~~

“…and I swear to God, I could spend my whole life eating only gelato,” Adrianna’s eyes flutter and she licks her lips, making a humming sound and turning Bucky’s smile even wider, “The Italians should win an Oscar of best people in the world for inventing that preciosity.”

She giggles and Bucky realizes how he missed the sound. Anna always has a way to make things lighter, to make him lighter, no matter how heavy his chest is, “You sound like you had the time of your life, why did you come back earlier?” he asks, taking a sip from his coffee.

He watches her placing her hair behind her ear with her fingers and looking down briefly, the smile never leaving her face, “Ahm, yeah… yeah, it was super fun, Italy is wonderful, but I really missed it here.” She shrugs and twists her lips, “You should’ve accepted my invitation, you would’ve loved it.” Adrianna adds, putting a piece of pancake in her mouth.

Bucky smiles and nods, taking a bite of one of his own pancakes. He’s been to Italy before, back in the war and he was pretty sure he’s been there when he was the soldier. Not great times to remember. You and him always talked about going there and building new memories together…

“So,” Adrianna clears her throat and cast an eye at the door behind her, taking him out of his trail of thought, “Ahm, she’s back. You never told me about it in your texts-”

“It wasn’t important,” he interrupts her, but seeing her narrowing eyes, he smiles, adding, “Everything’s good, Anna, don’t worry. I’m good.”

“You know you don’t have to lie to me, right?” She insists, worry etching on her face.

Bucky sighs, placing his mug on the table. He knows. He doesn’t have to and can’t lie to Anna, “I don’t wanna talk about it. Not here.”

She brings her hand to cover the one he’s using to keep a tight grip on the mug, “Tell you what, we’re going out tonight. Let’s have some drinks, I ramble a bit more about Italian food and you tell me everything you feel like telling me, how about that?” She offers, smiling sweetly when he looks back at her.

He thinks nothing of the light tremble on her body when he places his other hand over hers and nods in agreement, using his thumb to draw gently circles on her skin, “I’m glad you’re back, Anna.”

 Part 6 

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Masterpost of my fics on AO3

So I wanted to have a place to show off all my fics and I have finally gotten around to puttting them all on a list here so I can share it.

I hope some of you read my stuff and enjoy it. I had a lot of fun writing these, especially the memoir-esque on (Harry Potter and the Sexual Awakening) and my current WIP, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy in Strange Magic becasue it’s sort of detective-noir/urban fantasy.

If you read any and like them, stop by and say hi!

1. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy in Strange Magic (37K WIP update weekly, M/E)

Summary: It’s been five years since the Battle of Hogwarts and Harry Potter is an auror, who catches wind of a series of magical surges that he thinks are linked to something insidious, but with a mildly tarnished reputation, he has a hard time convincing people of the problem especially so soon after the war. Harry joins forces with unexpected allies to help him find the source of the magical surges and save the wizarding world again, even if it means going against the very Ministry for which he works.

Main Tags: auror!Harry, potionsmaster!Draco, case fic, slow burn/slow build, lots of angst and sadness (be warned), some triggers like mention of past rape/abuse, mystery, suicidal thoughts, detrustive behavior, EWE, bi!Harry, gay!Draco

2. A Series of Unfortunate Ghosts (26K, E)

Summary: It’s sixth year and Draco Malfoy’s life is about to change thanks to some meddlesome ghosts who show him the path he is on is not the only path for him. Between their ghoulish advice and some deep soul searching, Draco regains some of the hope he lost.

Main Tags: sixth year au, Christmas carol themed, established relationship, angst, mention of past abuse

3. The Beginning of Something to Savor (5K, M)

Summary: Draco is out to blow off steam when he spots Harry Potter, crying, at the bar. He goes over, like a good partner should, to check on Harry completely out of a sense of what is right and not at all having to do with Draco’s little crush.

Main Tags: auror partners, sexual tension, post Hogwarts

4. Say it Again (9K, M)

Summary: After Yule Ball (in 8th year), Draco finds himself at an after party on the Durmstrang ship locked in the headmasters bathroom. He is trying to calm himself down, manages it, but then Harry Potter throws a wrench in things.

Main Tags: 8th year, second triwizard tournament, Yule ball, first kiss, drinking games

5. An Invite to Dance (3K, T)

Summary: This is a Western AU where Draco (Drake Mal) has stolen a gun, his gun, back from Harry ( Golden Harold Potts).

Drake has been on the run, trying to stay ahead of Golden Harold Potts, but each time he thinks he’s outrun the sheriff, he finds himself face to face with his foe. Golden Harold caught up to him and interrupted his drink, so they duel.

Main Tags: western au, auror partners, POV Draco

6. Pride and Prejudice and Mr. Harry J. Potter (6K, T)

Summary: Draco Malfoy is on the outside of society life after his family was tried for aligning themselves with Voldemort. The only thing that saved him was the intervention of one Mr. Harry J. Potter, the wizarding worlds most well-regarded man. Draco, who has been smitten with Mr. Potter feels rejected and when meeting him at a ball, decides to manintain his dignity and refuse to engage with Mr. Potter. *This is a Pride and Prejudiuce inspired piece*

Main Tags: pride and prejudice au, dancing, banter, angst with a happy ending, fluff, one shot

7. Snow Falling on Us (5K, T)

Summary: This is a (belated) Christmas fic...I hope you all are still in the mood for it. It is Christmas Eve, Draco has roped Harry into helping him break into Snapes potions stores for an ingredient. Harry agrees because he owes Draco for all his help in potions. So invisibility cloak in hand, they head off to Snapes stores, but things go wrong and they end up in detention on Christmas Eve.

Main Tags: Christmas Eve, fluff, snowball fight

8. Seeker’s Games (7K, T)

Summary: Harry and Draco met on the pitch to play a seekers game. It turns into a regular thing and while it started as a way to get out frustrations and play quidditch since 8th years weren’t allowed on the house teams, it grew into something more.

Main Tags: 8th year, one shot, flirting, quidditch, seekers, midnight meetings, friends to lovers

9. Threats and Promises (11K WIP, E)

Summary: This is the Voldemort wins AU that no one asked for, and yet...Voldemort wins the war and takes Harry, Hermione, and Ron prisoner because he has decided they are more valuable alive, at least for now. They are kept at Malfoy Manor since Lucius has proven to be a resourceful and reliable minion. The task of torturing the trio for information on the whereabouts of any remaining rebels falls to Draco. This duty is one Draco willingly accepts. His other duties are much less pleasant. At least in the cellar, Draco has control and power over his captors—it is especially alluring when it comes to Harry.

**This is a WIP that is currently on pause while I finish other things

Main Tags: au Voldemort wins, prisoner Harry, torture, hate sex, violence, abuse

10. A Night on the Town (1K, M)

Summary: This is a fun, short one-shot where Draco and Harry are on their way to a party being thrown in Harry's honor. And Harry doesn't know if it's the fancy limo Draco got them, or the excitement of officially becoming Draco's boyfriend, but he can't keep his hands off of him.

Main Tags: smut, limo sex, dirty talk, established relationship

11. When Desire Comes Calling (3K, M)

Summary: This is a one-shot based off of a prompt. "I'll be right back with your drinks," Harry mumbled, avoiding Draco's gaze and thanking the gods that he pretended not to know him. He wasn’t ready to acknowledge Draco just yet anyway. Almost getting caught & biting.

Main Tags: post Hogwarts, past relationship, Harry is a bartender, exhibitionism, public sex

12. Always Some Madness in Love (9K, T)

Summary: This is a collection of conversations that Harry has with people. I wanted to try and write a story from Harry's perspective, but only focused on one person at a time and have the story unfold that way. So each chapter is a just Harry and that person talking about his situation with Draco, in one form or the other. Harry is in love and doesn't know what to do, but when Ginny figures it out, he realizes he is in deep and needs adivce on how to deal with the fact that he loves Draco Malfoy, whom he get's reaquanted with two years after The Battle of Hogwarts because they both play recreational Quidditch.

Main Tags: slow burn, angst, fluff, post Hogwarts, auror Harry, unspeakable Draco

13. An Unrelenting Hunger (Under 1K, T)

Summary: Just a small, slightly erotic drabble about our favorite neighborhood wizards, Harry "I am so suave" Potter and Draco "I am so oblvious" Malfoy.

Main Tags: seduction, flirting, one shot

14. The Bet (1.5K, T)

Summary: It's eighth year and house unity is at it's peak. After an evening of drinking firewhiskey, Harry and Draco get into a disagreement about which of them is more seductive. Draco claims that Harry wouldn't know what to do, even if he tried. However, Harry knows there is at least one person who cannot resist him; Draco Malfoy. The bet is on. Who will emerge the victor?

Main Tags: 8th year, bets, dirty talk, seduction, drinking

15. Girls Just Wanna (6K, M)

Summary: This takes place two months after Harry and Draco get together (See: Harry Potter and the Sexual Awakening). They are throwing an engagement party for Neville and Blaise, but Draco is still in "I want Harry all to myself" mode, so when Ginny interrupts Draco littering kisses all over his new boyfriend, he convinces Ginny to go flirt with Pansy. After all, Ginny did say Pansy had a nice arse.

Main Tags: bathroom sex, spin off from series, female slash

16. Harry Potter and the Sexual Awakening (33.7K, M)

Summary: Harry Potter gets outed by Rita Skeeter in a recent Daily Prophet article and decides to take matters into his own hands. He decides to write a tell-all that everyone wants, the story of how he came to terms with his sexuality. What no one, especially Draco Malfoy, expects is this book doubles as a love letter to someone Harry calls, L.B. In the midst of being assigned to read and review Potter's new book, Draco realizes that some of the stories Potter tells in his book seem a little too familair. Thus, bringing up old feelings about the man.

Main Tags: slow burn, angst, lots of sex, past relationships, new relationships, memoir esque, POV switches, Draco pines a lot, Draco is shy

17. Hot for Teacher (15K WIP, M)

Summary: The students at Hogwarts are playing a dangerous game with Love Potions. Harry Potter is the Auror assigned to deal with the recent thefts from Hogwarts' Potions Professor and find the person behind the Love Potions. What Harry is not ready to deal with is his resurfacing feelings for none other than Potions Professor, Draco Malfoy.

**This is a WIP that is currently on pause while I finish other things

Main Tags: post Hogwarts, hogwarts professors neville and Draco, smut, auror Harry

18. Professor Malfoy Likes it Dirty (2.2K, M)

Summary: Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts newest Potions Professor, has a crush (a sex-dream-induced-crush) on Hogwarts very own Herbology Professor, Neville Longbottom.

Main Tags: a flirtation that leads to something hot, hogwarts professors

19. Song of my Soul (26.5K, T)

Summary: Harry is having nightmares again and just when he thinks there is nothing to help him, he hears a song. The song is coming from the Room of Requirement and it is beautiful. Without realizing it, the song helps Harry fall asleep. Harry finds he is desperate to know who is playing the song and Hermione thinks up a clever way to help.

Main Tags: slow burn, 8th year, romance, talent show, anonymous love

20. A Taxi, an Old Enemy, and Valentine’s Day (2.8K, T)

Summary: Harry, recently dumped, is being set up by Ron and Hermione and on Valentine's day no less. Harry of course is sort of sad and needs time to think before arriving at the Valentine's dinner, so he takes a cab which he ends up sharing with Draco Malfoy.

Main Tags: fluff, Valentine’s Day, one shot

21. Seven Minutes with Draco Malfoy (25.6K, M)

Summary: Harry was scared. Scared that he didn’t quite hate Malfoy anymore and wondered when that had happened and how he had not noticed it. Scared that he like being in this situation a little too much.

Main Tags: drinking games, 8th year, seven mins in heaven, slow burn

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Thanks | Jonghyun

Description: With the debut of your solo album, you begin to reminisce on how you became such a great singer everyone has been labeling you since you’ve only been known as a rapper in your group. It wouldn’t have been possible hadn’t it been for your boyfriend, Jonghyun. A lot things you’re not thankful for until you need it and grateful you are for his help.

Genre: Fluff / Boyfriend AU / Idol AU

Word Count: 2.2k

I haven’t been this nervous since debuting with the girls. This time I was debuting as a solo artist. My group has been doing well since debuting and it was never decided whether or not any of us would do solos until our boss thought it would be a good idea if I do it since I was already writing music for the group.

The music video for the title track along with the album as already been released and so far the reaction has been positive. It placed number one on the Gaon Music Charts, something I never thought would happen.

Now I’m doing promotions by myself. It's very stressful since I’m technically representing not only myself but also my group so everything will be reflected on them whether it’s good or bad.

I continue to hold my smile as I carry on with my first interview since releasing everything.

“Y/N, this is your debut as a solo artist. How does it feel?” The female interviewer asks.

I clap from the excitement, “It was definitely a new world for me. I had always been so used to recording and practicing choreography with my members but this time I was all alone in the whole process which was kind of scary but also very exciting.”

“I’m sure it was a whole different experience for you.” She looks at her cue card to ask the next question, “Being a part of such a well known group, you are mostly know as a rapper but you do a great amount of singing in this album. A lot of people were surprised as how amazing your voice sounds, how long have you been hiding it?”

I blush at the comment that I’ve been receiving more times than I can count ever since I released the album, “I don’t wanna say I’ve been hiding it but it was more of an unnecessary thing to reveal since my position, as the only rapper within the group, was to rap. Being that the album is centered around me, I wanted to show more of me than most fans see when I’m in my group.”

“I can already tell you that a majority of the comments are of how your voice sounds. You’ve also already had your first win recently with the title track, what was going on in your mind once you received the win?”

My heart begins to race from excitement, “I never expected to even be in the top 5 this week so winning was something that really wasn’t in my mind at the time. I just wanted the album to do well and winning first in music shows were beyond expectation.”

“It’s certainly achieving what it deserves.”

Three stressful weeks go by of music shows and promoting. It’s been extremely busy but also rewarding since I managed to win multiple music show awards along the way. Now that I have some off time, I can spend it with the man I love.

A soon as the apartment door opens and I see him in front of me. I pounce on him to embrace him like a baby. He’s shocked at first but starts chuckling before squeezing me.

“Jonghyun oppa,” I call out to him in a baby voice, “I’ve missed you.”

He closes the door and continue to walk with me clung onto him like a koala, “I can feel it. I’ve missed you too.”

Jonghyun was one of the first people I met after debuting. At first, he became like an older brother to me which led to us dating. It was intimidating at first since he, along with SHINee, are considered to be legends in the Korean music industry and being with a rookie wouldn’t sound good to Shawols. We still haven’t come out to the media that we’re together but we figured there was no rush in doing so since we were never bothered about it.

Reaching the kitchen, he set me down on the counter as he approached the stove, “I see that your promotions have been going well.” He’s tossing ingredients in a pot, “So tonight I’m cooking for you and there’s a cake in the fridge to celebrate the success of your new album. Have you been eating well?”

I shrug my shoulders, “Maybe.”

He stops what he’s doing to look at me with a stern gaze, “Jagi, you’re doing a lot more work than you normally would in a group. The girls aren’t there to carry some of the burden. If you don’t take care of yourself, you’re gonna crash.”

I smile, “I know, oppa. I just like it when you’re overly concerned.”

He points the spoon at me, “You just like worrying me, is that it?”

I nod, “Yes.”

He chuckles as he carries on with the cooking at hand. I watch him as thoughts of when we started dating come to mind. I noticed how worrisome he was of me. Considering he has a good ten years of experience in the music industry, he wanted me to succeed since the very beginning. The truth was, Jonghyun taught me how to sing. He was very strict as a teacher but it was the kind of strict that showed that he cared.

I remember when he first started teaching me how to sing...

I sneak into the SM building to see Jonghyun like I’d done multiple times before since we started dating. Today, I was going to see him but I didn’t tell him I was coming. Things with the girls have been stressful, our recent album flopped.

I also couldn’t keep myself from reading all the hateful comments about me. It hasn’t been long since we debuted so I wouldn’t expect a rave review for every album but the disappointment really hurt.

I wipe my eyes to make sure there weren’t any evidence of crying that had occurred an hour ago. I didn’t want to cause Jonghyun to worry about something that I’m sure every artist goes through as rookies. Plus, we’ve been dating a short amount of time and I don’t want to burden him. I shake off the nerves before opening the door to the music room.

Once I open the door, my ears are filled with music coming from the piano along with Jonghyun’s angelic voice reverberating off the walls of the room. He’s deep in singing that he doesn’t notice that I’m here.

Slowly, I slide in to sit on the other half of the bench and place my head on his shoulder. He suddenly stops playing once he feels my presence.

I groan, “Don’t stop playing, It sounds nice.”

“Jagi, what are you doing here?” He asks trying to get a better look at my face.

I sit up straight to answer but I don’t look directly at him, “I just missed you.”

Jonghyun is silent until he pulls the strands of hair I had covering part of my face behind my ear, “Have you been crying?”

Finally looking at him, “Just a little.” I answer honestly.

“Why? What’s wrong?” He pulls me in to his warm embrace as the tears began to come out again.

“It’s nothing. You know how dramatic I can be.”

Jonghyun pulls away to look at my face. He tilts his head as he keeps his gaze on me, “You’re stressing about the new album, aren’t you?” He asks wiping the wet streaks from my cheeks.

“I know I shouldn’t worry about it so much but I really want our group to do well. A lot of the comments are hateful ones.”

“Jagi,” He cups my cheeks so that I’m looking up at him, his eyes are soft, “you’ve worked hard to get to this point and I know that you will continue to work hard. You can’t give in to those comments. It’s the challenging part of working in this industry. I promise you that if you keep pushing through them, you’ll be smiling for sure next time.”

I smile at his endearing words, “Do you think our group will do well?”

Jonghyun grins before placing a tender kiss on my forehead, “Every group will go through their downs. Without the downs, we can’t appreciate the highs.” He gives me a peck on the lips, “I believe you’ll do better than you think.”

I managed to calm down after a cryfest with Jonghyun. The tension I was feeling before had gone away soon after. Jonghyun wanted to soothe me so he started singing and playing the piano for me. I had my head on his shoulder as he played. The vibration from his singing relaxed me as his voice went high and low.

“Oppa, you have such a beautiful voice. It gives me goosebumps every time I hear you sing.”

He continues to play the piano as he talks, “Have you ever tried singing instead of rapping?”

“When I was a trainee, I started out singing but once the group was formed I was assigned to be the sole rapper. Once that was decided I didn’t really have a reason to practice singing.”

“Do you want learn?”

“Learn what?”

“Learn to sing. I’ll teach you if you want. I’m sure you have just as great of voice as I do.”

At first, I only wanted to learn because it was an excuse to get to spend more time with Jonghyun. After a few lessons, I wanted to stop but he wouldn’t let it go until I continued the lessons with him. At times he would get frustrated with me like an actual teacher and it was almost the breaking point for us but as time progressed, I was able to hit every note he had given me. Until the last day of our lessons.

“What do you mean no more lessons?” I ask.

Jonghyun looks at me with a smile, “I mean I have nothing more to teach you. We’ve reached the point to where I am now.”

“Where you are now?”

“Yes, I’ve taught you everything I know up until what I know now. So consider us at the same grade level.” He taps on the keys of the piano before pointing at it, ”Do you wanna learn the piano next?”

I sit beside him on the bench still processing the facts, “So am I good enough?”

He scoffs, “Didn’t oppa teach you well?”

I shake my head, “It’s not that. You are a great teacher but I’m just wondering if my voice is even worth it to sing.”

“Trust me, it’s worth it. You should have more confidence in yourself. I don’t wanna hear anymore ifs. You sing so amazingly that you should go on King of the Masked Singers just to blow everyone away.”

I laugh at his extreme belief in me, “Oppa,” He hums in response, “why did you try so hard to teach me how to sing?”

“One day you’ll want to pursue a solo career. With this in mind, people will want to bring you down by saying that you’re not talented enough and knowing you, you would refuse to do it, thinking that you have nothing to show but your rapping. I want you to be able to sing confidently in front of the people that say you can’t. The day you came to me crying. My heart hurt seeing you so sad and discouraged. I didn’t like seeing you that way. Teaching you how to sing was important to me because I don’t ever want to see you like that again nor do I want you to feel like you’re not the best you can be. I can rest easy knowing that you can sing amazingly enough to shut up the people that want talk negatively about you. I love everything about you and it’s time you should start too.”

Ever since that day, I fell more in love with Jonghyun. His diehard support kept me going until our group got our first win. I never doubted myself again. Every time I think about doing something I’m not sure of, I always ask him and he gives me the most support to do whatever I want. Ever since we started dating, I’d consider that one of my most precious memories.

Jonghyun had finished cooking and we sat across from each other at the dinner table as we ate. I ate to my hearts content until I recalled something that I wanted to say to Jonghyun before moving on with the celebration.

“Oppa, I have some good news to tell you.”

He wipes his mouth before asking, “I love good news from you. What is it?”

“I’m gonna be on King of the Mask Singers next week as a mystery singer.”

His eyes grow wide along with his precious smile that I love to see, “Really?” I nod, “That’s amazing. I already know that you’re gonna kill it. That’s my girl.”

I watch as he continues to eat. Keeping my gaze on him, Jonghyun notices me gawking and looks up at me, “What? Why are you staring at me? Do I have something on my face?”

I smile emotionally big, “No, I just want to tell you that I love you and thank you, Jonghyun oppa.”

[argylemikewheeler]

Heyheyheyhey steve watching the stars, or going for long walks late into the night, not really caring what could be out there. Steve unable to swim in his pool after knowing what happened there, who died. Steve's parents asking him why he always seems tired. Steve taking up track to drive his mind away from monsters and deaths and blood, oh so much blood. Steve being closed off, everyone at school wondering where King Steve is, the fuckboy that everyone loved. Steve wonders too.

okay so i could write about one hundred pages on this, but here’s a little 2.2k word vomit. i loved this omg thank u anon

Steve wasn’t a bad son. He and his parents worked around each other, participating in a symbiotic performance of the Perfect Family. Steve got what he needed to succeed as much as he could in school and for his mom and dad to experience the joys of parenthood. They were caring and loving, but not active. Steve slipped through their fingers the winter of 1984 and they didn’t so much as watch.

Sleeping was like waiting for a rising tide. Lying in bed, Steve could feel the licks of unknown darkness across his ankles, soon swelling and washing over his legs. It’d cross his hips and he’d roll over, hoping the bright light of his back porch would pour through his sheer curtains and ground him. But staring at his pool lights only amplified the hushed screams folded into every lap of water. The water and Barb’s screams would climb farther, crashing over Steve’s chest. The water chased after his rapid breath, filling his lungs. He’d be paralyzed, the water still flowing faster faster and filling Steve up until it could only escape down his cheeks.

He woke up most nights screaming. His sheets tangled around his ankles, haunting vines unable to leave him alone, and his fear retreating back to the contained water of the pool. His parents were another floor away, knocked out on two glasses of wine and antihistamines. They were done soothing nightmares when Steve got out of diapers. He had to raise himself.

Steve’s first attempt was track. It was consistent and required no brain power. It drained him and made any sleep stem from exhaustion and not choice. The Party could come to practice or meets and he could keep an eye on them– while also turning a blind eye to his own condition. He was still having nightmares, even in the daytime, and running helped. It wasn’t enough– not even the thought that Steve wasn’t running from anything this time– but it was a normalcy. It helped.

–

“Steve, baby, why are you up so early?” His mom stepped into the dim kitchen light still tying her robe. Steve was standing at the counter trying to figure out how to make oatmeal taste as good as Nancy’s. He was in his fifth morning of experimentation and it was the first anyone noticed.

“I’ve been up since seven.” Four, actually.

“Oh, baby, you should be getting more sleep. You look worn out.” She reached for the coffee maker first, then Steve’s face. Her thumb ran over his cheekbone, now easily spotted and traced.

“It’s just the running, Mom.” Steve shrugged. “I’m just losing weight in my face.”

“Are you sure?” She was asking only because it was law that parents weren’t supposed to accept their children’s lies, even if they didn’t care. “You can talk to me.” Steve couldn’t.

“Yeah. It’s just this new training. Haven’t gotten my diet quite right.” Steve waved out to the bowls of oatmeal and loose oats spilled onto the counter by unsteady hands. The oatmeal was Steve’s last hope; an ingestion of comfort. Nancy had made it for him one last time before school before everything fell back into shambles. He was still moving an oat out from between his teeth when he crumbled up his college essay. “I’ll get it, Mom. I’m fine.”

“Okay, Stevie, baby.” She accepted the lie with the confidence it had been the truth. “Have a good day at school. And tell those boys I said hello.”

“They aren’t all boys, Mom.” Steve felt the futile need to argue El and Max’s presence. She wasn’t parenting them, she didn’t need to ignore them. “And I have babysitting after track at Will’s house.”

“Okay.” She was reaching for a mug and clanged the ceramic to hush out Steve’s words.

Steve took his oatmeal and left. He ate his breakfast in the car and drove to Dustin’s neighborhood. He was early but had no issue waiting. Time escaped Steve normally, his vision coming in and out as the world grew black, his skin feeling a chill that escaped everyone else. In those moments, when Steve was drowning again, time ticked outside his grasp. He’d blink back, sweating and weeping, to a time he didn’t remember leaving.

Luckily, Dustin came knocking on Steve’s window just as his dashboard became invaded by thick, black vines. Dustin was always pleasant on the ride to school. He had every reason to be disgruntled; he was fourteen and was on his way to middle school at eight in the morning. He had better perspective than Steve. Claudia always made sure of that.

“You good, Steve?” Dustin asked after a while. Steve hadn’t really noticed the silence until he stopped listening to his own thoughts. “You look like shit.”

“I’m trying a new hair product.” Lying was easier on four hours of sleep. “First day makes your hair look… deflated. Then it gets the volume.”

“Alright…” Dustin was skeptical. “I’ll be tracking the progress. The hair is a trade secret.” He laughed and Steve coughed along. His laughter had become waterlogged from his late nights lying awake. There was nothing left in Steve Harrington to offer. It had been cried, vomited, and screamed out. There was no laughter.

Dustin was a good enough child and friend to leave Steve’s car without another question. He wished Steve a good day and hopped out of the car, rushing to the front door with promise at his heels. Steve drove the three miles to the high school and parked at the far end of the parking lot. The oatmeal bowl on the top of his dash had hardened by then. It all had.

He’d have to soak the bowl when he got home. His mother would be mad. He’d apologize but it would slip out insincere and distant. He’d go to his room. He’d lay down. He’d wish he had been swallowed up by split, petaled lips of a monster pacing Steve’s thoughts.

“Steve?” Nancy was at his window with Jonathan beside her and both looking at him with furrowed eyebrows. “Come on, the first bell rang.”

“You can’t skip history again.” Jonathan added. “I can’t keep catching you up on notes, Steve.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Sorry.” Steve muttered. The door was still closed and Nancy and Jonathan were speaking loudly through the glass, but their message got through clearly. “I’m going. I’m going.”

“Hey!” She grabbed his arm. “Is everything okay, Steve? You look…” Nancy paused to choose her words delicately. “Unlike yourself.” It was nice of her to insinuate that, on a normal day, Steve looked well-rested and adjusted. Steve hadn’t felt that way long enough to forget how to fake it.

“New hair product.”

“That must be it.” Jonathan stood on the other side of Steve. They bracketed Steve’s vision with pointed looks at one another. Nancy tried to talk with only her eyes while Jonathan was trying to do the same with his hands.

“I know, it’s looking really bad recently.” Steve continued. “I promise, it’s fine.”

“We weren’t asking about your hair.” Nancy said, her tone toed a scold. “We were asking about you, Steve.”

“Same thing, isn’t it.” He muttered, reaching for the front doors.

“Steve…”

“Sorry, can’t be late again.” Steve said, walking off. “You’re off the hook for review, Byers. See you later.”

—

Steve didn’t remember gym class, which was entirely the point. Running around the track and playing point-less pickup games of basketball kept Steve separate from his own thoughts and just barely connected to his body. In gym, he was mostly motions. No one spoke to Steve in a way that required a response. He drifted from sideline to court. The gym remained a gym the entire hour; not a single vine tripped him playing. That was mostly himself or Billy on opposing defense.

After class, Steve was trying to wake himself up in the showers. The water was hot and felt thick against Steve’s numb skin. There were a few other students, some still discussing the game, others recounting the weekend. Steve scrubbed his face with his open hands.

“Shitty game, Harrington.” Billy said beside him. He had been across the showers, but had moved closer to Steve, if only to heckle.

“Thanks.” Steve said, trying to let the water prod harsh enough to force a smile. “I don’t really care.”

“I just thought King Steve would have more invested in his own reputation.” Billy laughed. “Guess you’re letting the kingdom run you out, huh?”

“Whatever, man.” Steve muttered. There was more on Steve’s mind than the popularity of his actions. They might have been running him out of his place of status, but Steve had spent more time genuinely running for his life. “Fuck off.”

Billy scoffed but the water beside Steve continued to run. Steve hadn’t opened his eyes and wanted to cherish the moment he had in the familiar and unchanging dark. It was simple nothingness, the water beating against Steve’s face and streaming down his chin and chest. The warmth stirred feelings of humanity, of intimacy and closeness. Of the rapid thump thump thump of Dustin’s heartbeat against Steve’s hand as he hoisted him off the squelching, trembling ground. The fear of being torn apart just below the surface of Hawkins and being smeared along a pumpkin patch as their own lasting impression–

Steve’s eyes shot open as the darkness began to root itself in his nightmares. To his horror, the pooling water had turned to blood. Thick, warm, human blood. The water on Steve’s hands, around his feet, running down his chest was a dark maroon. He clenched his eyes closed again, his breaths whistling between his teeth as he began panting. The water was too warm now, it was overheating him. The kill was recent, maybe able to save–

“No no. No. Come on. Don’t.” Steve muttered, opening his eyes and trying to force himself to see the regular yellow tile. The blood was now smearing the shower faucet and soap bar. “Oh god. No no.”

“Yeah, if I saw what you did when I looked down, I’d be upset too.” Billy chuckled, noticing Steve’s slow tremors but connecting minimal dots to even begin intervening. His face was covered blood too. Steve’s haunting memory started with a slow drip from Billy’s nose, where Steve had once landed a punch, and slowly spreading over his entire face. He grinned through it, Billy unable to see through Steve’s nightmarish lens.

“No no. It’s not real. Come on, Steve.” He muttered to himself. He said his own name, reminding his body that there was a person inside; the world his brain was living needed to match the one his body was stuck in. He wasn’t in the tunnels anymore. “There’s no blood.”

“Excuse me.” Billy said, still listening. “Harrington, what are you talking about?”

“Please, just please shut up.” Steve begged, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes. The water stung and felt thick in his eyes. Steve tried to wipe his eyes but felt the water smear across his face like steaming, burning war paint. “Leave me the fuck alone. Now.”

“Fine.” The water beside him stopped and feet slapped against the wet floor hurriedly. “At least, like, have a fucking towel, man.” Billy yanked Steve by the shoulder and counteracted the gesture. In actuality though, a teenager nearly vomiting, completely naked in the school showers must have been completely embarrassing for everyone involved. Billy wasn’t only helping Steve, if that was the correct word.

Steve took the towel being shoved on him. He stepped out of the shower’s static-feeling rush of water and feebly wrapped the towel around his waist. Steve still had his eyes closed. Opening them meant either reentering his nightmare or being brought to the brink of embarrassment in the boys’ locker room.

Finally, he allowed his eyes to open– and he was still standing in the showers. Warm water streamed at Steve’s face and he was dripping head to toe in clear, lukewarm water. There were wide eyes, quiet muttering, and quiet snickering.

Steve had a fight and flight response to the gut feeling of danger. They thought it was amusing, but Steve was the one with the first-hand experience chasing monsters with a prayer for his life and a pair of fucking swimming goggles. Steve was the one who slept with a nailed baseball bat under his bed every night, but they assumed it was all crushed beer cans and used socks.

“That ashamed over a game?” Someone chuckled, spinning their towel up. “All you got when you don’t got college, right?” They released an end and snapped the towel. Steve had to act like the sound didn’t make him jump.

He was mortified and exhausted and wondering how many nights did he have to wait until he’d truly never wake up.

The locker room erupted into laughter, Steve included. It was just another motion. Truthfully, he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole. He genuinely knew it had the ability to do so and devour him, and every last choking breath.

Sometimes, Steve figured it’d be easy to die; just like life had been before.

ao3

[5hinexo-blog]

Damaged (part 2)

genre: alternate universe

wordcount: 2.2k

warnings: none

my masterlist

1 year ago

'Y/N, are those papers ready already? We don't have all day, hurry up for fucks sake!' Your boss shouted from his office, and you tried your hardest to write faster.

'I'm coming, i'm coming!' you said, rushing into his office and carefully placing the papers on his desk.

'You can go now' he said, and you knew he wanted you to check on that patient he had downstairs.

'Should I go and see how your next patient is doing? Will you be able to see him now?'

'Yes and yes' he said as he started to check on the patients papers you just finished reviewing, obviously not paying any attention to you anymore.

You went downstairs, walking down the stairs right before you saw him. He was so beautiful you couldn't help yourself but stare. His posture meant dominance, his hands were over his chest and his legs were straight as he was up next to the window. He turned around as you went closer to him, but he had a frozen look on his face. He has been waiting for the psychiatrist for a while now. You tried to approach him by saying 'Hello! Doctor Yirume will see you now. How are you feeling today?'

His brown hair was covering his left eye as he spoke up to you. When he saw you his eyes started glowing and he smiled a little before he spoke up. 'How do you think I am? Haven't you read my application? Or don't you have any idea why I'm here? Could you give me my presprictions now? Ahhhhhh go away!' He said, hurrying to the window again, covering it with his jacked. There was nothing there.

You started to be a bit defensive. Who was this young man? 'Erm, I am not allowed to say this kind of information nor give you any kind of medication, I'm sorry. Come with me i will lead you to the doctor.' You turned to leave but he instantly came from the window and pulled you by your wrist. You were now trapped into his arms as his grip on your arms tighten.

'How can you not know who I am?' He whispered to you. He was now looking straight into your eyes, a sad shadow hovering over his face.

'Wha?! Let me go, please.' Damn, you had no idea how to approach this guy who was clearly having some sort of attack. Maybe schizophrenia? Paranoia?

The next thing you saw was him pulling a gun from his jacket and pointing it at your stomach, covering it with his body so it would remain hidden.

'Move and stay silent.' He said lowering the gun but still pointing it at your body and heading both of you upstairs. 'Don't say a word until i come out with the prescription, or i swear i will shot you.' He went into the office and looked at you again as he left the door opened.

What the fuck was happening? Who was this man?

Suho's POV

You held Y/N in your arms, not knowing exactly what to do next. Your hand was on her face, as silent tears came down on your own. She was your best friend and you had no idea how to help her anymore. She couldn't always keep it together in front of you and you couldn't stop thinking about the trauma she must have gone through 1 year ago.

'Fucking Luhan and his fucked up mental state. We should've told you a long time ago about him.'

You couldn't hide this from Chanyeol anymore and you knew it. You had to call him and make him aware of the situation. Her panic attacks were the same, not to say worse. Whenever she heared a loud sound she would remember about the gunshots fired at herself and her mind would shut off. She thought she was careful, but daily her depression was still there and you knew the reason why.

You took her in your arms, and went into your room putting her on your bed lightly. You knew her room was a mess yet she never let you go inside, that's why you've been working in your own room lately. You searched for the phone, and started dialling Chanyeol's number.

'What do you want?' Chanyeol's voice was blunt, you two barely spoke ever since you left the group one year ago.

'She's not okay.'

'I fucking knew it. I'm coming over now, we have to talk.' He said, abruptly ending the call.

You looked at Y/N in the slim light. Little did she know you gave up your spot in EXO to keep her safe. Little did she know about the other almost-member, who who have been kept hidden from the public since he couldn't enter the group. What were you going to do now that she may live in the dorm with the other guys, unable to not hear all those stories that the members had. The secrets will come out. She will eventually learn the reason why they couldn't find a new leader. And she may never speak to you again.

You slowly went to the door, leaving her on your bed as Chanyeol was there already. You opened the door and he rushed past you straight into the living room. You let out a sigh as you closed the door, you two haven't spoken since you left. Or at least, just the two of you. He visited Y/N a couple of times but you weren't interested in conversations so you tried to stay out of it. He even spent the night over a few times but again, you tried your hardest to ignore him.

'I should say I'm not suprised. I knew she hid it from me but I thought she was on her way to fixing herself already. It's been an entire year.' Chanyeol looked so tired, he was back to his original self now and he looked drained.

'She is getting better, but loud sounds still affect her. Physically she's over it, but mentally the little things trigger her harder then she thinks.'

'Honestly I know the danger I put her in if she comes to the dorm to help us, and I want to ask for your advice. How is she? Do you think she can do it?' He looked at you with a worried expression, he did love her a lot you can't deny it. Even though he hid almost everything about EXO from her, it was for her own sanity and you approved it. You didn't share anything either.

'Well she already knows about Luhan, at least the informations she read on that damn file. She lost her job reading that damn report, I mean I don't see how it was worth it. I do understand why she did it though. If a stranger who came to your resident doctor for medication threatened and even shot you damn right I'd want to find out what his business was. But I do think she could help you. She's stronger now, she'll get over it eventually and it would be okay to keep her mind occupied. She really loves to help people, so I suppose helping you would mean a bigger part of her would be implicated. But let her decide, it has to be her decision.'

'I see. Thanks, man. I... I really appreciate how much you care for her. I-' he wanted to say something else but he stopped. He was definitely struggling. You frowned.

'No need to thank me, I consider her my sister as well. You know I'll always be here for her. You, you look really bad. Are you okay?' you started to get worried for Chanyeol, he suddenly became really pale.

'Yeah, I just need some sleep. Is she in her room?'

'No, I put her on mine.'

'I will get some sleep in her room then. We'll talk to her in the morning.' He shook his head and started heading towards her room.

'Fuck all of this, I need a drink.' Your mind was in 100 different directions, and you needed a good night's sleep to recover but you knew you could kiss you sleep away if you didn't write all of it down.

Y/N POV

You slowly opened your eyes. You were in Suho's room, he was sleeping next to you in his bed. He was all over you, his hand was on your waist and his head was on your shoulder. He was trying to protect you even when he was sleeping.

You had another attack and he saw it. It's been so long since you had one because you've been cautious but now he knew. You were truly making progress, not thinking about it. You were working on your paper now and it was more than you thought you would do. You slowly put his hand away and managed to get up without waking him up. You went into your room and fell on your bed in the darkness of the night.

'Auch! Wha the?' You hit a body and you saw his long figure as you pulled away from him. 'Chanyeol! What are you doing here?' you said, shaking his body to wake him up.

'Well good morning healthy human.' He.fucking.knew. 'As you're awake now, i have good news! You have two options. I move here or you move into the dorm.' He surely wasted no time.

'Not now Chan. Just go to sleep and we'll talk in the morning.' You sat next to him and you both fell asleep shortly after.

The next morning was silent, none of you spoke as you all sat at the dining table. After you all ate and had coffee, you got up to leave but Chanyeol suddenly spoke.

'What did you chose? Which option will it be?' Damn this boy was straight up to the point.

'I don't want to go there Chan and you know it! But maybe it would be a good idea to help you after all, since it would make me think of something else.' You looked down, ashamed of yourself and your own problems.

'Is it really what you want?' Suho asked you, looking over at you with a worried face.

You were so sick of everyone being worried for you. From now on, you're going to make more effort into getting better. Starting with helping the boys find a damn leader.

'Yes, i want to help you guys. If you'll excuse me, i'm going to my room to think about it and try to figure out a way to begin with.'

You left the room leaving the boys behind. You had to think how to help some boys you had no idea who they were. If only they thought you this in school. You've been procrastinated finishing your degree for 2 years now. Too much had happened and you couldn't find a way to finish your paper to finally and officially become a clinical psychologist. You've been working in this domain for 5 years now, ever since you started the studies but they did not fully prepare you for the real world, where bad things happened to good people and not all damages could be fixed.

You sat at your desk, prepared to make a change. Your mind was at it too, and that's when you decided you're going to fix whatever needed to be fixed in this EXO band and in yourself. You put your laptop in front of you, and started writing.

Suho POV

After Y/N left the kitchen, you started to feel a little bit dizzy. Her presence had this effect on you, like she magnetized you with her eyes. You've always felt like she was somehow your other half. Not in a romantic way, you've been thinking that she was your friendship soulmate or something. Your serious spirit always felt connected to her kind, happy spirit. Your bad puns contrasted to her good light jokes. It felt so good to have here with you, even in the house you felt like her other half. She was the one who cooked, you were the one who cleaned up. You both helped each other with everything. The two of you were one. Chanyeol was in his own little world, writing something on his phone.  You decided to get up, wanting to check on Y/N again to see if you could help her with something. You surely had some books she could use. Suddenly, he looked at you and said with a strong figure, 'Don't even think to make a move. I've seen the way you looked at her this morning. Last night you said she was like your sister. Well I didn't sign up for any type of incest so sit your ass down right now.'

Fuck this dude was direct. You smiled. Maybe you did miss him a little bit.

'Chill, I was just going to work on my presentation. I have a huge event coming up next week and I have to be prepared.' You looked at him amused, he was younger than you and he was so protective of Y/N you sometimes forgot that.

'I have to leave.' He said, all of a sudden shoving his phone into his pocket. 'Can you bring her to the dorm when she's ready?'

'Sure, but it might take a while.'

'No problem, whenever she's ready.' He got up and left so quick like he was up to something. He even forgot to say goodbye to Y/N.

next chapter ->

[futureshawolhearts]

Teacher au 1/?

So it’s (gonna be) Minkey.........like 2.2k words..............stay tuned for more, kids.

“So let me get this straight,” Kyuhyun starts, setting down his wine glass. “You don’t have any interest in Kibum, but you’ve already agreed, unprompted, to give up your precious lesson review time to give him a tour around and teach him how to use radios?”

“Have you seen the new art teacher?” Kyuhyun asks. He’s got two cupholders of coffee in his hands so Minho takes one before answering.

“Not yet. Why, is there something I need to know?” he closes his planner, knowing full well that any time he had had to review his lesson plan for the day was now gone.

“Not that I know. You know I’m not good at the people thing,” Kyuhyun shrugs.

“And yet you still became a teacher. Fascinating.”

“Hey! Don’t forgot who bought you that coffee! Anyway, Leeteuk is parading him so everyone knows him before they get there. Suho said something about him seeming like your type when he did the group interview and from what I saw of him I mostly agree. Just to give you a heads up. Also Chang says hi and to not forget it’s wine night.”

Minho laughs. At the sound of Leeteuk’s voice, Kyuhyun leaves. No sooner does the door finish closing when it’s opened again. “Minho, this is Kim Kibum. He’s the new art teacher and guidance counselor. I thought it might be good to introduce him to everyone who wasn’t on the interview committee,” he explains.

When finally properly looks at Kibum, he’s glad that Kyuhyun came by this morning.

*

By the time his kindergartners start arriving, Minho’s had enough time and coffee to collect himself. He finishes checking his mini-lesson set and starts wiping down tables when he hears the first little knock on his door. He opens it and his three favorite girls, Seola, Sooah, and Yeri all come running in with what he assumes are pictures for him to put on the wall.

“Mr. Minho! Look! I drew you a picture of my cat!” Seola says first.

“Wow, that’s so good, Seola! Can I put it on the wall?”

She nods enthusiastically and after handing Minho her paper, pushes Sooah to show hers.

“What did you make, Sooah?” Minho asks, knowing she needs a little more encouragement than her sister.

“I wrote you a letter,” she says shyly.

“That’s so nice, Sooah. I’m going to put it on my desk so I can read it later, ok? What did you make, Yeri?” “I drew you a pizza!!” Yeri exclaims, putting the paper as close to his face as her small arms can reach.

“Woah! That’s a good looking pizza! Did you have pizza for dinner yesterday?”

“No, but I wish that I did.”

Minho laughs, taking the picture.

“I wish I had pizza yesterday too. Is it ok if I put your picture up with Seola’s?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

*

Morning lessons go smoothly -- or rather as smoothly as kindergarten can go. Most of the morning has been spent talking about things that the children like, dislike, and don’t know if they like. When his timer goes off signalling its time for art, Minho’s suddenly shy at the thought of seeing Kibum again. He tells the children to put their things in their cubbies so they can walk over.

“Alright class. Remember how I said last week that there was going to be a new art teacher? Today is his first day so I want you to be nice to him, ok? I have stickers with your name on them so he can know who you are, so please try to keep them on.”

As they line up, Minho gives them their nametag, helping them put it on their shirt as needed. Seoeun, who’s had a good morning, gets to be the line leader; Seojun, who’s had a less than stellar morning, gets to walk in the back with Minho. He prays that there won’t be a meltdown between the twins and is pleasantly surprised when they make it to the art room without a single whine from anyone. When they all get inside the room, Minho stands in the doorway.

“This is Mr. Kibum. Please try to listen to him and have a fun time ok? I’ll see you when your projects are done!”

Kibum waves and introduces himself again. He beckons Minho over.

“So the first two teachers didn’t give me any warnings and Mr. Leeteuk didn’t really give me time to ask anything before. Is there anything I should know beforehand?” he whispers, looking a little shaken.

“They’re mostly a good bunch. Seola, Sooah, and Yeri are loud but harmless as long as you let them sit together. Chanyeol can be loud and clumsy but he means well. Seoeun and Seojun might fight but should be ok if you mildly separate them. If it gets to be too much, I’ll just be in the break room and I can come in, just phone me on the radio.” he explains, pointing them out. He tries to use as much of a reassuring tone as he can manage without sounding condescending. It seems like it works and Kibum relaxes a little.

“Thanks, go enjoy your lunch.” he steps away and addresses the class. “Okay, who likes stickers?!”

*

While Minho loves his class, he loves lunchtime just as much. He savors the quiet peacefulness of his sandwich without little hands grabbing at him. He’s halfway through his lunch when Suho walks in.

“So what do you think?” he asks, retrieving his own lunch from the refrigerator.

“I made a wonderful sandwich”

Suho laughs. “You know what I meant.”

“Do I?”

“What do you think of the new art teacher?” Suho asks as he sits down across from Minho.

“Is this his first teaching job or did the bigger kids just try to ruin his morning?”

“It’s his first proper teaching job. He did solely administrative work in his last job.”

“Leeteuk didn’t think it’d be rough throwing him in first day without at least a parent aide or something?”

“You seem awfully concerned about him, Minho. Take a liking already?”

Minho goes to answer, but is interrupted by the radio.

“Uh, Minho?”

Suho hands the radio to Minho, a smug look on his face.

“Yes, Kibum?”

There’s a pause before an uneasy “Can you come back to the classroom please?”

If he’s not mistaken, Minho can clearly hear someone trying to apologize in the background. He sighs. Seoeun and Seojun had almost made it through lunch without fighting. Though he’s sad about losing the last five minutes of his lunch break, he’s not upset about having to see Kibum for those extra minutes.

“I’ll be there in a second”

Suho continues looking smug as Minho cleans up his lunch.

“Are you coming to Changmin’s later?”

“Don’t worry, I am. I’ll see you later ok?”

As Minho walks down the hallway, he tries to listen for crying but is vaguely surprised not to hear any. When he reaches the classroom, the class is seemingly ok. He waves at Kibum from outside. Kibum motions for him to come in. He’s greeted by a chorus of loving “Mr. Minho!”s and a lack of fighting twins. Something is off though. Instinctively, he does a head count. Then it hits him. His class is only ten students, but there’s eleven in the room. Haechan’s older brother, Minhyung, had snuck into class again. Though Minhyung was two grades above Haechan, there was a separation issue between the two of them once the younger had started attending school. The two tried to pretend like they didn’t know what was wrong. Kibum came over to Minho.

“You only have 10 students right? I don’t know where he came from but he keeps saying he’s in this class too.” he whispers, obviously confused.

“Minhyung, you know you’re not supposed to be in here. Come on, I’ll walk you back.”

He reaches for Kibum’s radio. Kibum tries to go back to teaching the activity.

“K1 to 2.”

“This is 2, go ahead.”

“I’m bringing Minhyung to you from art.”

“We’re in the cafeteria.”

Minho puts the radio on Kibum’s desk and takes Minhyung’s hand. He hopes Kibum realizes it’s time to clean up so that he can take his class back on time.

*

By some miracle, the rest of the day goes quickly. Seoeun and Seojun manage to not fight each other and the whole class is so happy that Minho gives everyone a gold star for the day. One by one they all leave and Minho starts tidying up for the next day. There’s a soft knock on his door, and he calls out that it’s unlocked. He had figured it was Suho or Kyuhyun coming to badger him about attending wine night, even though he’d already committed four different times, so he’s surprised when he sees Kibum shyly poking his head in the door.

“Is it ok if I come in?” he asks.

Minho nods and quickly finishes wiping down the last table. Kibum comes in and stands just next to the doorway. “Is everything ok? I know first days can be rough, especially when you switch out so many students.”

“If I’m being honest, it was a little overwhelming,” Kibum admits. “Thank you for handling that for me earlier. I thought I was going crazy!”

Minho laughs. He grabs his cooler from behind his desk and offers Kibum a water before getting himself one.

“Minhyung and Haechan have separation issues, it happens at least once a month. You’ll get used to it. Every year there’s at least one set of siblings like that.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah,” Minho says, laughing. “Siblings are almost always a challenge. Occasionally you get sweet ones like Seola and Sooah that get along really well, but usually its either a Minhyung-Haechan separation issue or a Seoeun-Seojun fighting situation, or a mixed feeling situation like Chanyeol and Kyungsoo.”

“Ahh. I’m an only child so I guess that’s why I wouldn’t know.”

“Is this your first proper teaching job?”

Kibum nods, taking a sip of his water.

“I worked in an advising center before but I haven’t taught a class since I got my degree. I don’t know how you guys handle it. It’s only the first day and I’m exhausted.”

“It’s a learning curve. You’ll get it.” “Is that a teaching pun?”

They both laugh.

“It wasn’t intended, but if the shoe fits.”

“Thanks for putting nametags on your students by the way. It was incredibly helpful, even though you had the most manageable class.”

“Oh, you’re welcome. Part of it is because of the two twins. I’m glad it helped.”

Squeaks from the radio interrupts the conversation.

“K2 to K1”

Minho grabs the radio from his desk and motions for Kibum to stay.

“This is K1, go ahead”

“Are you clear?”

“Yes”

“Minho my sweet dear coworker, please tell me you have an extra pack of laminating sheets that I can use”

“I absolutely do, Sunny.”

“I have to leave, if you could drop it in my mailbox, I’ll bring you a piece of cake tomorrow.”

“Will do” There’s a pause as the radio goes silent.

“That reminds me. Did they teach you about the radios?” Minho asks.

Kibum shakes his head, his eyes fixed on the floor as if he’s avoiding something.

“No, but it seems like there are a lot of things they didn’t properly tell me about.” “If you’d like, I usually get here at around seven. I can try and show you around a little and maybe go over like procedural stuff that they didn’t go over with you.”

Kibum looks up and smiles. “That’d be wonderful. Thanks, Minho.”

His phone rings and he waves goodbye before heading into the hallway. Minho finishes cleaning up, both excited and nervous to see Kibum again in the morning.

*

“So let me get this straight,” Kyuhyun starts, setting down his wine glass. “You don’t have any interest in Kibum, but you’ve already agreed, unprompted, to give up your precious lesson review time to give him a tour around and teach him how to use radios?”

Minho tries to think of a clever answer but comes up blank.

“It’s better than how we were, babe,” Changmin chimes in. “We actively avoided each other for 2 months before falling madly in love.”

Minho and Suho both roll their eyes. While Changmin and Kyuhyun had always been dating since they started meeting up regularly, sometimes they were a little too much. Even for romance junky Suho. While Minho was annoyed at everyone’s teasing, he’s glad that at least they aren’t making out.

“What are you going to do if Jonghyun is all googly eyes for him?” Suho asks, more than a little drunk.

“Jonghyun just found a new playmate. Maybe 2.” Minho replies.

“Ok. What are you going to do if Jonghyun is all hot for your man though?” Kyuhyun repeats.

While Minho usually greatly enjoys wine night, he’s just not feeling it today. Whether it’s because he refuses to have more than a glass on a school night or because of everyone’s teasing, he decides it’s time to go home. Kyuhyun and Changmin’s apartment is thankfully only a few blocks away from his own, so he doesn’t have to worry about driving. As he walks home, he finally has another quiet moment for himself. As he puts his key into the lock, he decides that he is interested in Kibum. To what level, he isn’t sure; but maybe, just maybe, he’ll allow himself to find out.

[sosmark]

until next time

pairing: Jackson x Reader

genre: Kinda fluffy kinda angsty

word count: 2.2K

Thank you to the lovely @fancifful for making this moodboard 

The familiar scent of tea mingled amongst the quiet atmosphere of the cafe. Taking a seat in your normal spot pulled out a new book, one you had picked up at the bookstore just before coming here. Your friend had suggested it to you the other day and it had good enough reviews for you to bother picking it up. You flipped open to the first chapter, reading over the first few paragraphs before you saw a tea cup come into view. You looked over at the porcelain cup with painted roses on the side. They were a dusty pink color but it was the chip that caught your attention making you smile.

“Thank you,” you smiled up at the blonde boy who had given you your drink.

He gave you a dazzling smile before turning away. You watched as he walked back to the kitchen, disappearing behind the double doors. Turning back to your book, you read over the first chapter. You quickly became immersed in the storyline and the characters, so much so that you had finished the book in one sitting. It wasn’t a terribly long book but it was long enough as the sky was now darkening. The coffee shop was now empty and the neon “open” sign was turned off. You looked toward the counter where the blonde from before was wiping up. He gave you a smile before turning back to what he was doing.

You looked at the clock that hung just above the door realizing just how late it was. You quickly gathered your things together before walking over to the guy at the counter. He looked up his large chocolate brown eyes staring into yours. 

“I’m so sorry for keeping you,” you blushed adjusting got the strap of your purse.

He shook his head moving out from behind the counter, “Did you finish your book?”

“Yes, actually I did,” you smiled looking down at your feet.

He nodded leaning up against the counter, arms crossed over his broad chest.

“Well thank you for staying so late,” you said putting emphasis onto his name, “but I must be going now.”

“It’s quite dark out, stay safe,” he said, brow furrowed with worry.

“Thanks,” you said as you opened the door.

He gave you another dazzling smile before you exited the building.

It was chilly as you stepped out onto the virtually empty streets. You wrapped your arms around your torso as you began to walk. The dim glow of street lamps your only source of light against the pitch black of the night. Your apartment wasn’t far from the cafe yet it seemed like miles once you reached your front door. Unlocking your front door, you were greeted by the sweet purrs of your cat. You smiled down at the petite tabby as you shuffled inside. There was a chorus of meows that followed as you took off your shoes and flopped down on the couch. She had followed you, eagerly waiting for you to pet her as you flipped through the channels of your TV.

“Alright alright,” you chuckled scratching the tiny cat’s head.

She purred in return, as she made herself comfortable on the couch next to you. You smiled as you watched her eyes droop and soft purrs fall from her lips as she fell asleep.

“Me too Mya, me too…” you sighed laying your head on the back of the couch.

Soon enough the sound of the television lulled you to sleep. Your eyelids fluttered closed and your mouth hung open as you snored peacefully on the couch. Into a deep sleep, you fell.

The next morning you were woken up Mya’s incessant mewing.

“Well good morning to you too,” you groaned getting up from the indent you had made on the couch.

She just looked up at you with large green eyes to which you chuckled. You padded over to the kitchen to grab both you and Mya some food. She followed close behind almost tripping you in the process making you let out an annoyed huff as you grabbed onto the counter for support. You opened the cupboard pulling out Mya’s food as she mewed excitedly at your feet.

“There you go you, silly girl,” you smiled stroking her back as she scarfed down her food.

You smiled, sauntering over to the fridge for your breakfast.

“Oh darn,” you pouted looking at the almost empty fridge.

You felt your stomach grumble and then remembered the cafe down the street. You had just been there yesterday and remembered they had an excellent selection of breakfast items on their menu. That could hold you over until you can go shopping. You nodded to yourself grabbing your keys off the counter. As you walked to the door you realized you were still in the clothes from yesterday and you groaned. You decided to throw on a hat to distract from your wrinkled clothes, as you couldn’t be bothered to change. Throwing on a pair of sneakers and a jacket, you exited your apartment.

‘I didn’t really see anybody yesterday so…’ you thought to yourself as you started your trek to the nearby cafe.

It was a beautiful morning, the sky a brilliant shade of cerulean against the stark white of the clouds. You wrapped your jacket closer to yourself as you rounded a corner as the air was a bit chilly. A shiver ran down your spine as you stopped in front of the cafe.

It was a bit busier than normal making you regret your decision not to change. You strolled up to the front, the menu capturing your attention.

You moved toward the counter giving the small brunette girl behind the counter your order, a croissant, and black tea. Grabbing the dainty number card she gave you, you migrated to your normal seat near the back. You flipped down into the booth pulling your hat lower on your head as you waited for your order. 

It wasn’t long before a familiar tea cup was placed in front of you along with your accompanying croissant.

“Rough night?”

You looked up to find the sweet boy from yesterday staring down at you, concern etched into his features.

You shook your head, a chuckle falling from your lips. His brows drew together in confusion as you smiled.

“Just lazy,” you shrugged pulling your cup closer to you.

He nodded.

“What about you?” You asked taking a sip of your tea.

“What about me?” he asked arching his brow.

“What’s your story?” you asked with a chuckle, “Cafe boy.”

“Cafe boy, huh,” he chuckled, “what do you want to know?”

You smiled, “well first we can start with your name.”

You watched as he moved into the seat in front of you, a knowing smile on his face.

“Jackson,” he said giving you a toothy grin.

You nodded taking a piece of your croissant into your mouth.

“And you, what’s your name?”

You swallowed, “y/n.”

“y/n,” he repeated.

“That would be me,” you smirked.

After that you guys fell into an easy conversation, talking about simple things like favorite colors and things that you liked. You discovered he was pretty good at fencing, almost made it to the Olympics before he tore a muscle in his arm.

You smiled as he rambled on, his voice was soothing and you could help but love listening to him talk. He was just about to say something more when a very pissed off brunette boy interrupted.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Sorry,” was all he could say.

He scratched the back of his neck, a nervous smile on his lips.

“Why must you be like this?” He sighed, his arms falling to his sides in defeat. “Go back to the kitchen, you’re on dish duty for the rest of your shift.

“Sorry Jae.”

The man sighed, “just get to the kitchen Wang before I strangle you.”

You watched the blonde move quickly out of the booth, making a dash to the kitchen.

“My bad,” you chuckled.

The brunette looked down at you, eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“I was the one that initiated conversation,” you said giving him a sheepish grin.

He nodded, “still not your fault, he should know better.”

You nodded and with that, he turned and walked away leaving you alone again.

You sat in silence as you finished the rest of your meal, which didn’t take long since Jackson wasn’t here to distract you. As you set your finished your tea, you heard a ‘psst’ sound coming from behind you. You looked over your shoulder to find Jackson giving you a cheesy smile.

You shook your head in disbelief as he waved you over. Quickly you walked over to the double doors, snickering once you reached the blonde.

He handed you a note with a smile before ducking back into the kitchen. You chuckled unfolding the small piece of paper as you made your way back to your booth.

“Meet me by the lamppost outside the cafe, I get off at 5 I’ll meet you there so we can continue our conversation :)”  

You chuckled as you read over his words. You quickly grabbed up your things and jogged towards the door. It was almost 12 pm now, you had almost five hours until your meet up with Jackson. Enough time to a shower, change, and possibly go grocery shopping.

5:09, he was late. You sighed staring up at the lamppost, it was beautiful with decorative flourishes just below the light itself, which wasn’t on seeing as it was still light outside. You grabbed onto the cold metal at the base and spun around before stopping when you felt a set of eyes on you. Luckily it was just Jackson who wore a goofy smirk on his face.

“What?”

He shook his head, shoving his hands into his pocket, “you just looked really cute, that’s all.”

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks.

“So shall we go?” He asked gesturing towards the sidewalk.

“Where to?”

He shrugged, “wherever we end up.”

So you walked, walked and talked, talked even more in depth than you did before.

“What’s with that Jae guy?” You asked as you turned down another street.

“Oh who? Jaebum? Oh, he’s my best friend,” he smiled.

“I thought he was your boss,” you said your brows coming together in confusion.

“Well he is but we’re also really close outside of work,”

You nodded, “he seems really mean,”

“Nah, he just likes to get things done,” he chuckled. “He’s actually really sweet guy once you get past his brooding outer layer.”

You snickered as you guys walked on. Eventually, you ended up in a park just as the sun was setting.

“It’s so pretty,” he said as you both stared into the colorful sky.

Shades of orange mingled with lighter shades of pink and yellow creating the most beautiful sunset. The sky was beautiful yet your eyes wandered over to Jackson who stood, eyes wide as he glanced up into the beautiful sky. He looked like a child on Christmas, awestruck and content. You smiled as you watched him grin before looking over at you. There was a comfortable silence that fell over the two of you as you stared at each other. You cleared your throat turning your attention back to the sidewalk as you nervously fiddled with your hands. Jackson reached out to grab your hand and you noticed the beautiful ruby ring on his right hand.

“Nice ring,” you said looking into his eyes.

He gave you a small smile, “thanks it was my dads.”

“Was?”

He flinched looking down at the ground.

He sighed, “yeah he gave it to me just before he died.”

You fell silent as you looked over at the beautiful blonde boy. His face masked with sorrow as he stared down at the ring. He fiddled with it before looking back at you with a sad smile.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to bring the mood down,” he said with a soft chuckle.

You shook your head, “no it’s okay, I wanted to know your story, that just happens to be a chapter,”

You both fell silent. It wasn’t comfortable like before, it was a bit awkward because of the sadness in the air.

“How long?” You asked.

“About 3 years now.”

You nodded, “I’m sorry.”

He smiled, “Don’t worry about it.”

You continued your walk in silence, nothing but the sounds of other people and the nearly street to distract you. As the sun shrank lower and darkness enveloped the city, the wind grew stronger. You drew your arms closer to yourself as the icy wind cut through the thin material of your jacket. You felt an arm wrap around you making you feel the slightest bit warmer as you exited the park.

“Thanks,” you smiled sheepishly.

He nodded before turning his attention back to the street in front of you. There was a slight warmth to your cheeks as you moved closer to Jackson as you walked.

You drew closer to the lamppost from earlier and you felt yourself grow a little sad. Jackson must have sensed something was wrong when he pulled you into a hug.

“Thanks for today,” he smiled.

You nodded into his chest as your arms wrapped firmly around his torso.

“It was nice,” you said beaming up at him. “Although you never finished your story.”

“Well I guess next time I’ll tell you a new chapter,” he chuckled.

“Maybe…”

“Goodnight y/n,” he said finally letting you go.

“Until next time, Jackson…”

You watched him walk away, down the street until disappearing into the darkness, your story only just beginning.