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timetoletmyimaginationfly · 1 year ago

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Evermore Part 3 Final

Nanami Kento x Reader

Previous: Evermore Part 2

(Song: Evermore by Taylor Swift, Bon Iver)

Warning! There are spoilers as the story goes on!

You found yourself at the beach. You didn’t know where but it was serene. The ocean was a clear blue, the sand was light and soft against your feet, and the moonlight shined brightly. You wondered if you were in a dream right now. It didn’t feel like it. It was all so real.

Out in the distance, you can see a figure. You felt yourself catch your breath. You knew that figure all too well. You knew that blue shirt, those beige pants, and the blonde hair. Oh the soft blonde hair you always love to brush with your fingers.

“K-Kento-kun!” The figure turned around. “Kento-kun!” But he never moved. His figure shined so brightly in your view. You felt tears form. You needed to run to him. Dream or not, it felt like it was going to be your last.

So you ran.

He was smiling. Smiling so brightly just for you. You love his smiles. You watched his lips move, but no sounds came out.

“W-What did you say? Kento-kun! I’m sorry!” You panicked, watching his figure fade. “No! Please! Please don’t leave me again! I love you!”

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

Five years passed. Five years since you left home and created a brand new life. But you couldn’t help but continuously feel this heavy weight sitting on your chest within these years.

But you did live your life happily. You’re happily engaged. You would tavel with him on tours around the world. You love your new life. And in a month, you’ll finally get married.

“Honey, you got mail from Japan,” your fiancé said. You walked inside the kitchen and looked at the envelopes. “Who’s Nanami Kento?”

You felt your heart skip a beat. You almost forgot to breathe. Your palms felt sweaty and your hands shook with the Manila envelope in hand.

The doorbell rang. You walked up to the door, trying to get feeling back in your body. You gasped and drop the envelopes on the floor when you looked through the monitor. Your fiancé ran up to you, making sure you were okay. He looked to see who was at the door. He raised an eyebrow.

“Should I call security?” You shook your head.

“Please open the door?” He nodded. And when he did, you ran and hugged him. You let tears flow down your face. “Gojo-kun!” you exclaimed. Gojo smiled and hugged you back tightly.

Your fiancé watched. He was curious. You never spoke about your past relationships or went into full detail about your past life. All you told him was that your first and last relationship lasted for almost five years and you were determined to let go of that part of your life. He never pried about it but the thought of the man hugging you being your ex boyfriend did bother him.

Gojo is tall, taller than him. The white hair was perfectly styled naturally and his eyes were captivating. Gojo had a bag with him. Gojo looked around as he hugged you and looked at your curious fiancé. Gojo smiled.

“Seems like you’re doing well,” Gojo said and let go of the hug. “That’s a relief. My name is Gojo Satorou.”

“Lee MinHyuk.” Gojo can feel the protectiveness of his voice. “I’m her fiancé.”

“Fiancé?! Congratulations!” You earned another hug from Gojo, even your fiancé. You lightly laughed, but the weight was tugging you more. You looked at the bag. The locked chest in your head and heart was unlocking itself. Dreaded scenarios came to mind, and you couldn’t help but cry. The two men were alarmed, but Gojo suddenly realized why. “May I come in?” You nodded and closed the door behind him. You lead him to the couch after picking up the envelopes.

“You sent these here?” you asked quietly. Gojo nodded. “I’d ask how you know where I am but you always find a way how.” You studied Gojo more. You noticed more visible scars on him. “Tokyo is inhabitable?”

“For now,” he answered.

“How is everyone? The students?”

“Kugisaki lost a left eye,” Gojo answered. “Megumi is recovering still. Yuji is doing better. The students are well.” You nodded. The news about Tokyo shocked you. And you were worried about everyone.

“Kento-kun?” The silence from him confirmed your answer. MinHyuk sat down across from the two of you but stood up.

“I’ll head out and leave you two alone,” MinHyuk said. “Honey, should I grab food?” You looked at Gojo and he nodded.

“Yes please. Do you want anything specific?”

“Anything please! I gotta try some Korean food,” Gojo answered happily. You stood up and hugged your fiancé tightly before giving him a kiss.

“Gojo-kun, he’s a very close friend of mine from my past life,” you mentioned. You saw relief rush through his body.

“Thank you,” he said. You kissed him one last time before he left. You sat back down on the couch with Gojo. Gojo unzipped the bag, pulling out the familiar blunt sword covered with the white and black dotted cloth. The cloth was burnt, fainted stained blood remaining on it. You covered your mouth as tears flowed again.

“K-Kento-kun…”

“He, um…” Gojo let his tears flow, allowing himself to become vulnerable around you. “I was sealed, so I couldn’t do anything to save a lot of people, including Nanamin.”

“He…Did he…” you couldn’t form your thoughts clearly. You felt a sharp, stabbing pain in your chest. That heavy feeling settled, confirming everything you’ve been wondering for the past five years.

“Yuji told me that Mahito killed him. There wasn’t anything he could’ve done. He apparently has been beat up badly in the first place.”

“And this idiot didn’t want me to worry! And that I still worry about him!” You stood up angrily and upset. You paced back and forth, yelling. “He left me so I wouldn’t worry! He left me so I wouldn’t get hurt! He left me so he could still do this and then die?! I love him so much, Gojo! And now he’s actually gone!” Gojo stayed silent, waiting for you to process everything. “And this?!” You held the letters. “What the hell is this even?!”

“Open it. I don’t know either. I just sent it to you.” Finally calm, you sat on the floor and leaned back against the couch. It was a letter for you. Things from him that you now own. Gojo raised his eyebrows in shock. “Damn, he saved up a shit ton.”

“Did…what else is in that bag?”

“Ummm some of his clothes, his watch. His glasses too.” Gojo searched inside. “I mean, his place basically got demolished.”

“God…” It was all too much for you to bear. You held his shirt and held hit tightly against your chest. His scent was there. You never thought you smell him again. “I can’t keep it. I can’t…I just…”

“Are you happy with your new life?”

“Of course I am! I just…I’m scared that…”

“You don’t want to hurt your fiancé with your feelings for Nanamin.”

“I love my fiancé. I wouldn’t have agreed to marry him if I didn’t.” Gojo nodded. “I never told him about my life with Kento-kun or you guys. I kept it locked up with me.

“You should talk to him about it. It’ll help you. He does seem like a great man. It’ll be okay.” You nodded. You knew he was that understanding. He’s been patient with you and went along your pace for the relationship. He protected you from viscous fans. He protected from the paparazzi. He did everything for you. “Can I crash your wedding?” You couldn’t help but laugh.

“I can make an exception for you and everyone else.”

And so, the two of you talked until your fiancé returned. And together with Gojo, you told him about your life with Nanami and the family you have because of him. And for once, you felt light. Even with the pain still there, you were finally relieved.

You were back. Back to the serene beach under the moonlight. You felt a presence next to you. You knew who it was. So you turned to him.

“Kento-kun,” you said. Nanami smiled and softly called your name.

“I’m sorry,” he quietly said. “I’m so sorry.” You shook your head.

“Don’t be. You did what you have to do,” you said. “I’m proud of you. Proud that you fought to save us and for the young sorcerers. I’ll never stop loving you, Kento.” You watched a tear flow down his eye. The two of you stood side by side, staring at the bright moonlight. Just like before.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked. You smiled and nodded. You let out a small giggle.

“I love you too, Kento.”

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flurrys-creativity · 1 year ago

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Abience

abience (n.) - the strong urge to avoid someone or something

Pairing: Minhyuk (Monsta X) x Fem!Reader; Genre: exes to lovers, romance, SMUT, jackson wang party; Rating: MDNI, nsfw, 18+; Warnings: typical house party stuff > drinking alcohol, loud music, mentions of body shots, dancing; also running away from your ex, arguing, jumping into a boat, minhyuk can't swim, falling into a lake; SMUT > making out, kissing, unprotected sex, voyeurism, breast play; Wordcount: 3.007; Collab: Project X

Summary: The second your ex showed up at the party, you had the strong urge to avoid him at all costs. Minhyuk on the other hand had a different idea.

A/N: While the Collab stopped a few other writers and I decided to keep it going and connect our stories around the infamous Jackson Wang party. This is my first of three entries! Aaaaand should you find some written by @mingsolo @daemour @sanjoongie and @hongcherry in the near or far future, make sure to check them out as well and look for the easter eggs all of us have dropped in each story to connect them! Have fun reading!

“What makes a Jackson Wang party so different to any other house party thrown by some random dude?” You asked and swirled the liquid of your red solo cup around.

After someone called body shots in the kitchen you had grabbed your friend and fled the scene, refusing to participate in a game where you almost had to strip and let random guys slobber all over your stomach - or worse you had to drink from theirs.

“You’re aware of the luxury surrounding you?” Your friend laughed and chucked down her own drink. She locked arms with you and pulled you along the house, peeking into every room on your way.

You stopped in your tracks, when you saw a frantic looking Hyungwon pushing through the hallway. He halted in front of you, probably recognising you. “The kitchen?”

Maybe he didn’t remember you and only asked you due to the solo cup in your hand. You pointed over your shoulder, your eyes following him. Just before he vanished from your sight, he turned back and waved to you. “Thanks y/n!”

Your eyes widened momentarily in surprise but you didn’t want to dwell on it. Technically Hyungwon was a part of your past. Ever since you broke up with Minhyuk - his roommate - you haven’t seen Hyungwon either and you weren’t too affected by it.

As you and your friend wandered further through the house, commenting on everything that you two saw - including the hot, blond foreigner, who seemingly was like a little kid on christmas day, soaking in every detail he saw.

You two snickered and continued your way around the house, reaching the somewhat called play room. “Oh pool tables!” Your friend squealed in excitement and pulled you into the room as well.

At one end you saw a group of people playing beer pong or some sort of variation of it, while two men occupied the large pool table and played a game against each other. They had a few viewers, mostly girls that swooned over them - and your friend seemingly was now one of them.

You tilted your head and observed the situation, finding it quite amusing how smitten some people could become by a guy that knew how to play. Your jaw tensed when you recognised one of them as Yoon Jeonghan - a colleague of Minhyuk. You dreaded turning your head and checking on the other guy but your body moved on its own accord. You two locked eyes. A flurry of emotions played over Minhyuk’s face, showing surprise, wonder and delight, while you were sure your own face showed panic.

Not even thinking about informing your friend, you turned on your heel and rushed out of the room. There was no way you could stay in the same room as him. Not after your break up was more than unclear and you still hadn’t come to terms with it.

You heard Minhyuk excuse himself behind you, thrusting the queue into someone else's hands and following you as quickly as possible. With the adrenaline pumping through your body, you pushed through groups of people and went into a different room, hoping to lose him in the crowds.

Someone grabbed your hand and pulled you into the middle of the room, forcing you to dance along with dozens of others. Bodies got tightly pressed against another, barely moving to the rhythm of the loud music anymore.

Despite you being significantly smaller than most of the other dancers - especially since you didn’t wear heels like most of the women around you - you worried about being found by Minhyuk. Restlessly your head turned over your shoulders again and again, checking your back every other second just to be sure.

When you noticed Minhyuk inside of the room, you pressed yourself through the dancers and away from his side, wishing to escape on the other side.

Somehow Minhyuk noticed you and quickly followed you again, only losing you momentarily in the next room. He huffed in frustration when you kept on slipping through his fingers, seemingly vanishing right before he got to you.

You slipped through the back entrance of the house, breathing in the fresh air around you. For a while you wondered whether you should stay here, go around the house to the front or do something else.

“Y/N!”

You whipped around, seeing Minhyuk in the doorway. He appeared a little more dishevelled than when you first saw him. You probably didn’t look any better after pushing through so many sweaty bodies for probably half an hour already.

Nonetheless you didn’t let him say another word. Instead you speed walked out into the open. When you looked over your shoulder and saw him running after you, you screeched and picked up the pace yourself. You ran across the lawn and towards the wooden docks at the lake.

Minhyuk stopped at the shore and called out after you, running his hands through his hair desperately when he saw you jumping into a small rowing boat.

“What do you want?” You called back, stretching your arms out to balance yourself as you turned around still standing.

“Please, I just wanna talk to you.”

“But I don’t wanna talk to you!” You stomped on the ground with one foot, quickly regretting the decision as you dropped down and grabbed onto the sides of the boat. You waited for the shaking to subside before you looked back up towards Minhyuk. “We broke up. Please just leave me alone.”

Minhyuk had set one foot on the dock, unsure whether he wanted to move closer or stay on land. After all, he never properly learned how to swim, so water awoke a healthy amount of respect inside of him. “We both know that wasn’t a true break up! We had one fight and from then on you just ghosted me!”

“I did NOT ghost you! I told you I was done and then I left!” You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “That’s breaking up!”

You hadn’t noticed how the boat wasn’t properly secured at the dock and how the violent shaking from your part slowly got it loose, making you drift away from the wooden platform.

Minhyuk stepped on the docks completely, his legs shaking as he walked closer to the edge. Though when he reached it, the boat was already out of reach.

You clenched your jaw, still glaring at him and praying for his own good that he wouldn’t pull you in just so he could continue to speak to you. Though when you noticed Minhyuk frantically looking around the ground he was standing on, you started to feel nervous.

“Y/N? Do you have a paddle in that boat? I think you need to row back.” Minhyuk called out to you, looking at you with worry shining in his eyes.

You twisted and turned your body, checking every little space inside the small boat but coming up empty handed. Finally fear settled in your own system and you looked back up at Minhyuk with wide eyes. Your mind was already racing as it tried to come up with a solution.

“Fuck”, Minhyuk cursed and bent down, untying his shoes and placing them to the side. He almost completely undressed until he only stood in his boxers. He swallowed harshly and walked a few steps back, before he turned to you again. Anxiously shaking his hands next to his body he tried hyping himself up.

You screamed when he started running and jumped into the dark lake. You stared at him with wide eyes while he paddled - rather ungracefully - towards you and the boat, splashing water everywhere.

A shriek escaped your lips and you raised your hands towards your face, shielding it from the water.

Minhyuk grabbed onto the side of the boat, breathing heavily. His body shook violently and he wasn’t sure whether it was from the cold, the adrenaline or the panic he felt while being inside the water.

“Now that you reached the boat, what is your plan?” You asked him, still in disbelief of what he just did. “Are you pulling the boat back to the shore?”

Minhyuk grunted lowly and tried pulling himself into the boat. Though with his shaking the opposite happened. The boat started shaking violently enough for you to lose your balance and fall head first into the water as well.

You coughed heavily as soon as you breached the surface again, wiping the water and your wet hair out of your face. You glared towards Minhyuk and with a few strokes swam closer to him, only to hit him on the shoulder.

“Shit, are you okay?” Minhyuk ignored the pain in his shoulder, reaching out to you instead and cupping your cheek. “I didn’t mean to.”

You sighed heavily and pointed towards the boat that he still held with one hand. “Let us get you inside that boat now.”

“No, no, no. You should go first!”

“So that I can fall into the water twice? No, thank you.” You told him with a firm shake of your head. “We also still need to get this boat back to the dock and I can pull it while swimming there. I’m soaked anyway.” You silently swam around the boat until you found the rope that should have been holding it to the dock and grabbed it, swimming back to Minhyuk.

“I’ll help you.”

“Minhyuk”, you sighed softly, unsure how to tell him that he wouldn’t be much of a help with his nonexistent skill of swimming.

He sighed himself, his head hanging lowly. Minhyuk avoided looking at you, his grip on the boat tightening while he fought with himself. “I know I won’t be much help”, he whispered, shortly glancing up to you, “but please don’t make me get in that boat and let you pull me back to the shore. I made enough of a fool out of myself just now. I don’t think my ego can take another blow.”

“Alright.” You didn’t argue with him. Instead you turned around and headed for the dock, pulling the boat behind you as you swam the relatively short distance.

Once you reached the dock, you motioned for Minhyuk to pull himself up first. He followed your request and then took the rope, tying it around a metal bar on the dock. As soon as he made sure it was secure, he turned to you again and held out his hand for you to grab.

You smiled up at him and accepted his hand but instead of getting pulled up, you pulled him back down into the water. Snickering and then laughing loudly when he broke through the surface, gasping for air. “Payback”, you told him between your laughing fits. You still held out your hand and pulled him back to the dock when he grabbed it.

“I guess I deserved that”, he muttered and pushed his hair out of his face.

“Maybe”, you grinned and swam closer to him, wrapping one arm around his neck and pressing your body against his. “But you also deserve a thanks. For trying to save me.”

“Which I failed horribly”, he looked down, unhappy with how everything turned out to be.

“Hey”, you cupped his face and made him look into your eyes, “you did something you’ve never done before and I am so, so proud of you, love.” With that you leaned up and kissed him, closing your eyes in the process.

Minhyuk wrapped one of his arms around your middle, pulling you closer against him and deepening the kiss, while his other hand grabbed on the wooden dock, keeping you two afloat.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and pressed your core against him. With delight you noticed how his dick grew from the pressure you put on him.

“Get on the dock”, he growled against your lips, placing his free hand beneath your ass and pushing you up. As soon as he made sure you were safely on the dock, he pulled himself up as well, immediately crawling over to your sitting form and caging you in.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into another kiss, ignoring your wet clothes clinging to your skin.

Minhyuk rolled his hips against yours every now and then, eliciting soft moans from you, which he greedily ate up with his kisses. When he decided he had enough, he got on his knees and opened your jeans, pulling the soaked fabric down your legs.

You had to kick your legs even to finally get them as well as your shoes off. You simultaneously unbuttoned your white blouse, which had now become see through, showing your satin bra. All of your wet clothes - including your underwear, because neither of you had the patience to wait any longer - landed in a pile right next to you.

Minhyuk had pulled his boxers down as well, leaving both of you completely naked. His eyes wandered over your form, fingers gently brushing along the curves of your body. “Damn, I fucking missed that sight.” He leaned down and greedily kissed along your body, sucking and nibbling little love bites in his way as well.

Your head automatically rolled back as you arched your body underneath his little ministrations. The second you felt one of his hands on your thigh, you opened your legs, welcoming him between them immediately. You moaned softly when he rolled his hips into yours again, rubbing his hard dick against your folds.

“You’re so fucking beautiful”, Minhyuk whispered against your skin, nosing along your neck and jawline. “I missed you so fucking much.” He pressed himself against your body, edging you on until you grew impatient and writhed underneath him, searching for that friction.

“Please, Min”, you gasped and arched your back even more, “please, I need you inside of me. Now!”

Minhyuk chuckled and brushed his fingers along your side. “So fucking needy for me.” He grabbed your breast with one hand, groping it and circling your hardened nipple with his thumb.

His slow ministrations were turning you on like nothing else but at the same time they were torture. You wanted nothing more than to feel his thick cock inside of your tight pussy. You wanted to suck him in, feeling him hit that one spot inside of you over and over again.

After all the years you two were together, Minhyuk knew exactly when you had become so needy for him that you basically became puddy underneath his touch. He aligned his dick with your centre and pushed into you, groaning in pleasure from the feeling.

He halted momentarily when he had completely sunken into you, pressing his forehead into the crook of your neck while he breathed heavily. It’s been so long since he felt you around him. Your scent, your touch, everything turned him on, intoxicated him, made him addicted to you.

“Fuck me”, you exhaled and tentatively squeezed around his shaft. You moaned loudly the second Minhyuk started to pull out and thrust back into you, setting a pace that turned your brain into a mess.

Minhyuk thrusted into you over and over again, panting heavily above you but not slowing down at all. It simply felt too good to fuck you again like this.

Soon enough you tipped over the edge, your whole body spasming and your moans mixed with whimpers of sensitivity.

Minhyuk immediately came after you, pushing himself deep inside of you and staying there until his dick softened. He rolled next to you, his chest moving rapidly. “Fuck.”

“Yeah”, you laughed softly and scooted closer to him, snuggling into his side. “That was amazing.”

Minhyuk hummed and wrapped his arms around your form, pulling you into him as he nosed the side of your head with closed eyes. “I missed that. Missed you.”

“Maybe I overreacted back then”, you mumbled and drew random lines on his chest, avoiding looking at him. “Because I missed you too. Missed touching you, kissing you.”

Minhyuk grabbed your chin and tilted your head so you would look at him. “What do you say about starting over?” He leaned down and kissed you - gently and so soft, giving you the choice to deepen it.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pushed yourself deeper into the kiss, licking over his lips and moaning against them when his hands wandered over your naked body again.

“As much as I wanna fuck you all over again”, Minhyuk said once you two broke the kiss to get some air, “I think we should change the location for that.”

You sat up and looked around, slowly nodding and agreeing with his statement. Yet, you only stared at your pile of soaked clothes, pulling a face at the thought of putting them on again.

Minhyuk pushed himself up into a sitting position as well, kissing your cheek with a soft laugh. “If you promise me not to flash anyone your cute little butt, I’ll give you my shirt to wear until we’re inside an empty bathroom.”

��Bathroom? Not the bedroom?” You raised one eyebrow in question, even tilting your head like a little puppy.

“Our clothes need a tumble dryer and-” he leaned over to you, one of his hands running over your skin, while he kissed you softly - “your skin is freezing cold. I want you to take a hot shower so you won’t get sick.”

“Only if you’re in that shower with me”, you smirked, already struggling to keep your hands to yourself.

“That can be arranged.” Minhyuk grinned against your lips, gently biting your lower lip before he stood up and pulled you along. He gave you his shirt and got into his dry pants himself. He then grabbed the pile of wet clothes, watching how you seductively buttoned his shirt up.

Thankfully it covered all the important places, though it didn’t stop him from eating you up with his eyes. “It’s gonna be a long night, love.”

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ace-angel-judas · 6 months ago

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When does Sulli come out to her family

Family lunch was something that Sulli's mother, Hayoon, really encouraged. In her tight schedule as a professional soccer player and athlete, Sulli missed out on a lot of these family lunches.

But Taeil's wedding had been the perfect excuse to be home, spending time with her siblings. As much as her brother's could be assholes.

"Sulli and Julius sitting in a tree! K I S S-"

"Minhyuk I will punch you in the fucking dick if you don't shut up!" Sulli snapped at her older brother.

"You spend all your time with goldilocks-"

"Minhyuk, go help your mother," Minho's deep voice called across the lounge room, causing her brother to stand up straight and quickly leave the room.

Sulli watched as her father sat down across from her, smiling softly. He was getting old, not as young as the videos of him showed. His hair was starting to go grey, yet he was still handsome, something that people would call a silver fox.

"Do you really have my jersery hanging in the room?" Sulli made small talk to her father, "It's not even my current one-"

"Sulli,"

The firm tone made her realise this was a serious conversation.

"Minhyuk's being annoying but he has a point," Minho spoke, "Are you with Julius? You're twenty five this year, we've never heard about you dating anyone,"

"No," Sulli snorted, "Definitely not, he's not my type,"

"Too blonde?" Minho asked.

"A male," Sulli blurted out before she could help it, her eyes going wide before she slapped a hand over her mouth.

Her father remained in his seat, hands laced in his lap as Sulli stared at him. She hadn't meant to say it, after all, the family didn't know yet. Julius was the only soul she had told in this whole world and now she'd accidentally told her father.

"You don't like men?" Minho asked.

Sulli rubbed her palms together, looking down at the floor before gently shaking her head.

"At all?" Minho asked.

"N-no," Sulli whispered, "Never.., they just.., aren't interesting,"

"You like girls?" Minho asked.

Before Sulli could answer, a voice cut in.

"What?"

Her mother stood in the doorway, brown eyes wide behind her round glasses. Sulli's throat went dry, looking between both of her parents.

"M-mom..," Sulli whispered, "Um-"

"Yoonie," Minho stood up, softly kissing his wife's forehead, "I think you'll handle this a bit better,"

Sulli stood up as her father left the room, looking at her mother for guidance. Tears began to pool in her eyes, before Hayoon softly cupped her daughter's face.

"Don't cry," Hayoon whispered, "He's just not good at these talks,"

"Does.. Is he angry? Does he hate me?" Sulli whispered.

"No, god no," Hayoon kissed her forehead, "Remember when you first got your period? And I was in Canada that weekend? It's a bit like that, he just doesn't know how to have this discussion,"

"Mom, I-"

"Sulli," Hayoon smiled gently, "I know, I always knew,"

Sulli blinked, "What?"

"Call it mother's intuition," Hayoon shrugged.

"But what about grandchildren? And our weddings and-"

Hayoon laughed, "You can still get married, Sulli and either way, you have five siblings, one of them will definitely have children,"

Sulli gave a tiny smile, leaning into her mother for a hug. Hayoon squeezed her tightly, softly rubbing her back.

"We love you, Sulli, no matter what,"

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middlefade · 1 year ago

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☕ plotting call — would really like to have more things going & to delve into some historical / dark academia / supernatural / horror stuff & to write with these muses particularly so if you are interested in plots like that or in just writing with these muses in general let me know

ages vary per verse but are always 20+ & things labeled * are only relevant to supernatural plots. insomnia is prevalent in a lot of my muses for varying reasons.

anna sun — she/her, madelaine petsch / bi / professional ballet & company dancer, perpetually in debt, occasional purveyor of substances

aristotle aryes — she/her, saoirse ronan / bi / investigative journalist (particularly mysterious subject matter or crime), nomadic

auden smith — she/her, victoria pedretti / bi / owns & operates bakery, responsible & sensible

bliss iver — she/her, florence pugh / bi, preference for women / waitress, singer-songwriter, busker, dive bar & open mic performer

chance — he/him, lee minhyuk (huta) / gay / vampire* / film photography, magazine

charis — he/him, tom blyth / bi / vampire* / theater actor, filthy rich

draco aryes — he/him, dylan o'brien (specifically blonde, buzzcut 'not okay' era) / bi / artist, historical art restoration, struggles with addiction

ella finley — they/them & she/her, halsey / bi / part time at a music shop / dj

emerson beckett — she/her, kristen stewart / bi, heavy preference for women / touring musician

evie caldwell — she/her, olivia rodrigo / bi, demi / witchy, clairvoyant, practices tarot reading & divination

hannah monroe — she/her, lili reinhart / bi / film & photography restoration & preservation

jace tide — he/him, dylan o'brien / bi, preference for men / freelance writer for print & online papers, drummer in a band

shen keung — he/him, xiaojun / bi / lycan* / traditional artist, works part time at a gallery, takes commissions for paintings, died briefly once & is real existential about it

kian wyatt — he/him, timothée chalamet / bi / night shift laundromat, poet & aspiring novelist

lorelai parker — she/her, hunter schafer / bi / waitress at a 24hr diner, loves a good party, partakes in most nightlife scenes

mandy carter — she/her, hailee steinfeld / bi / bartender, works & has worked a lot of odd jobs, catholic trauma, interest & belief in most things supernatural

nash newton — he/him, thomas sangster / bi, demi / lobby pianist in hotel, re-strings & balances pianos at music store(s), is known for being almost non-verbal unless particularly comfortable

neil parrish — he/him, josh hutcherson / bi, demi, preference for men / runs physically & away from his feelings, big on trust, used to deliver & work for a florist, is good with cars, does translation work & has been a verbal translator, freelance photography (travel, flora)

nellen casper — she/her, jenna ortgea / bi / doesn't set down roots, good at casual relationships, not good at long-lasting romances, more likely to flee the more she cares about a person

ophelia caldwell — she/her, amanda seyfried / bi / a bit off with the faeries, a mental medium & is a witch or bananas depending on the way you look at it

rhea czerny — she/her, anya taylor-joy / bi / ghost?*, nebulously clairvoyant, has prophetic dreams, speaks a bit cryptically, not good at time awareness, uses tarot cars, makes elixirs

river josslyn — he/him, elliot page / bi / atmokinesis by way of emotions*, is autistic, has alexithymia, into classical poetry & shakespearean literature

finnigan — he/him, they/them, barry keoghan / demi-romantic, bi / lycan* / speaks a lot of languages, has a literary understanding of even more, has studied many religions but does not practice them, filthy rich, a haunt to local pubs & clubs, loves a casual hookup, good fighter, curses a lot

stella monroe — she/her, dove cameron / equal opportunist / fashion girlie, amateur model, adores women, will take almost anyone to bed, dressed up to get messed up, loves to dance, will wreck a home, does not feel shame rocking up to breakfast in last night's outfit

winter josten — he/him, troye sivan / gay, demi / was almost an olympic swimmer, does not swim anymore, works at a bookstore with cats, believes in most things, always has a book

#from the ghostwriter.#what a tangled web we could weave / wishlist.

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babieken · 2 years ago

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Okay im done being annoying guys

I wanna start a new thread.

Monsta x + wonho pics that altered my brain chemistry (in no particular order):

I swear its not all horny kskkdkd

#tw monsta x feet #🤣🤣🤣#i could honestly add every thirst trap wonho ever posted to this thread #they all fucked me up one way or another #but yeah #the feet pic kdkfkdkd #its the reason i can tell them appart by ther crusty toes now #that half pony tail min edir is so good… i wanna kiss op on the mouth for it (also the blond shownu edit op #that photo of wonho and minhyuk had me black out and write a 7k one shot. I’ll post it next week or something #anyway <3 this was fun #i hope u guys enjoyed it too uwu #monsta x #wonho #minhyuk #kihyun #changkyun #jooheon #hyungwon #shownu

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emptyxj-blog · 1 year ago

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kihyun's reaction kills me 💀

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byunbhyunz · 2 years ago

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Minhyuk - “It’s midnight, we’re not getting doughnuts.”

Pairing: Minhyuk/Reader

Genre: fluff, boyfriend!Minhyuk

Word count: 713

Prompt: “It’s midnight, we’re not getting doughnuts.”

The most amazing thing about Minhyuk must be how contradicting he was. He said he hated even touching cucumbers, let alone eat them, but he always washed, cut and put them in your salad when you were preparing meals together. Or he said he didn’t need a driver’s license because he had the group’s manager to drive him around, then one day he came home being sulky about failing the test for it. What was more surprising that he tried again and he passed.

And you praised, comforted or thanked him according to the situation, knowing that most of it was driven by you. He never told you beforehand when he was planning to do something he didn’t want to earlier, just did it silence and secret, and happily accepted your love as a gift for it.

His members loved to tease him about how his words always went against his actions when it came to you, but he just smiled and shrugged, saying what else could he do, when he was in love. Joking about how it was his job to take care of you, and you usually just smiled and stayed quiet, knowing very well that he was serious. He believed that he had to protect and take care of you. Jooheon and Changkyun laughed at that, but the older ones returned your smile. They knew that it was real and mutual.

You were the one holding his hand for hours while he got his tattoo, and creamed it for him without missing a day until it fully healed. And the one who painted a huge whale on the bedroom’s wall, because he simply loved them and felt better whenever he saw it. You took care of him just as much as he did it for you.

But you had to admit, him getting a drive’s license had its perks, especially on days like this one.

Dealing with insomnia was never easy for you. It was never consistent, only came when you were already having hard time because of work or family issues, making you unable to sleep no matter how tired you felt. It turned you into a zombie during daytime, and a lifeless owl at night.

Driving around the city helped, it made you sleepy, eventually falling asleep on the passenger’s seat of the car. Unfortunately, you couldn’t do it all the time. It didn’t work if you were the one driving for obvious reasons, so you felt thankful when he got his license. It meant he could do it for you from time to time.

Actually, you didn’t even have to ask him for it.

Today, fighting with insomnia once again, he just got dressed and told you to put on a sweater and shoes, then without saying anything else, he lead you to your car and drove you around the city. Even then, it was hard for you to fell asleep, you just tossed and turned on the passenger’s seat, sighing a little too dramatically.

Noticing a convenience store that was still open, you sat up, placing a hand on his knee.

“Can we go in and get some doughnuts?”

He frowned a little. Seeing the bags under his eyes, you felt bad and guilty for doing this to him. You already wanted to take back what you just said, and ask him to go home instead.

“It’s midnight, we’re not getting doughnuts,” he grumbled, but his tone was light, along with the quick glance he gave you. “Just lie back, and try to sleep. I have schedule tomorrow.”

“Fine. But can we have doughnuts for breakfast? I’ll get them before you get up.”

He hummed. The sharp edges of his face was softened by the dyed blonde locks of hair that fell onto his forehead, hiding his ears. As he blinked slowly, unevenly, you knew it was time for you to go home. Even if you weren’t sleepy at all.

“Yeah, that sounds good. And rice cake too.”

“And rice cake too.” Passing by Han River, you put your hand back on his thigh, squeezing it a little. He grabbed your hand and pressed a quick kiss on your fingers, his eyes locked on the road in front of you. Then you muttered: “Thank you, Minnie.”

#minhyuk #minhyuk fluff #minhyuk fanfic #monsta x #monsta x fanfic #monsta x fluff

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