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Thank you BAP for 7 Best Absolute Perfect years ♡ ~ January 26, 2012 - January 26, 2019

Today’s the big day! The day BABYz and BAP have all been waiting for: their contract expiration!! 

Although I know many of us are ecstatic, others are uncertain about BAP’s future as a group. However, we can’t forget that BAP are a group of 6 individuals; whether they choose to form their own agency, join a new agency, become soloists or sub-units, or even decide to pursue a different path in life, they gave us their all for seven (7!!!) years! Some fans are newer BABYz, many are literal babies (I can’t believe their are fans who are born after 2000 omg 😭), a lot of fans have been here since the beginning, and then there are those of us who joined somewhere along the way. It’s incredible to see how quickly these past 7 years have flown by, but no matter what point in time you chose to become a BABY, I’m sure you’ll never forget Yongguk swearing in Ta-dah (no matter HOW HARD BAP WANT US TO FORGET TA-DAH lol), Youngjae’s bubble tea and ice cream songs, Himchan asking what “hurricane” is in English, Zelo crying to distract from the fact that they completely messed up the prank in One Fine Day, Jongup’s voice crack when performing “Skydive” live on the radio, and Daehyun telling BABYz to be nice to TS and promptly getting laughed at for recommending something so stupid. 😂 I mean, we literally saw BAP grow: remember when they debuted they were all the same height? Yeah, didn’t last very long, did it! 😅 

Not only did they grow physically, but emotionally and mentally as well. Their lyrics and video messages also matured, and we were blessed enough to be fans of a group that openly discussed sensitive issues like racism, the societal pressures on today’s youth, corruption in our governments, and the stress idols face in their personal lives. They were also known for being the first K-Pop group to experiment in Trap music (”Badman”), the first group to debut with the “alien” and “warrior-like” boy group concepts (EXO also debuted later that same year with an alien concept), and became known for their lyrics criticizing issues that had previously never been discussed about in depth such as the music industry and government (all these things which are now staples in K-pop).

BAP have set so many records and have won dozens of awards, but the thing I think is impossible to count is their love for us. I mean, could you imagine going through life without BAP? I know for a fact that since I’ve become a fan of BAP, I’ve become a better person because they helped me understand that I’m a human that makes mistakes and that I live in a crazy world, but that I can be the change I want to see! They’ve shown me how to love and how to be loved in ways I never though possible! Their music, their way of life, and the way they treat each other and BABYz shows just how much they love us and how proud they are of us! I mean, did you ever realize that BAP love us unconditionally?? DID YOU EVER REALIZE THAT EVEN WHEN WE THINK WE ARE UNLOVABLE THAT BAP STILL LOVE US??? AND THINK ABOUT ALL THE BABYz WHO LOVE YOU TOO!! Can you imagine being so loved by so many people? Well believe it, because you are. 💞

Setting aside the music, videos, variety shows, and the boys themselves, the thing I think that was the most beautiful about being a BABY was...being a BABY. Can you imagine going through life not knowing the friends you had met because of BAP? The friends I’ve personally met are people I consider my very best friends. Even though we’re miles and timezones away, and whether we talk every day or once a year, I couldn’t imagine life without them. Sharing in times of happiness (aka comebacks) and sadness (aka lawsuit) is something we all know as fans of BAP, but sharing those moments with friends is something that I personally will always treasure. These past few years for me became really difficult at many points, and I don’t know how I would’ve coped emotionally had it not been for my BABY friends. I know for sure I would have been friendless if I didn’t have my BABY friends supporting me lol. 😅  

Although our fandom is small, sometimes I think we truly underestimate just how much of an impact we have; and sure, our influence on Twitter trends and chart rankings may be small, but our love and support of the people we love is the strongest I’ve ever seen and felt, and to me that means so much more (and I’m sure it means the world to BAP too!).

In these past 7 years, BAP has grown so much. But make sure to realize just how much you’ve grown right alongside BAP. And just because these past 7 years are over (and so is the contract with TS can I please get an AMEN and HALLELUJAH!!??) it doesn’t mean that everything is over. The end of one thing is the beginning of another. I can’t wait to see what happens in the future with both BAP and BABYz, and I sincerely pray that there are only good memories from here on out. Taking the time to really think about what BAP and BABYz mean to me would take forever to write out (and this post is already long enough lol), but I’d like to sum it up with a quote we often hear BAP saying: let’s always walk on a flowery path. 

Whether our path is covered in flowers or even if there are some thorns we have to step on along the way, let’s always look towards the future ahead. As six, BAP held their hands together and walked on an unknown path full of ups and downs, but they came out shining in the end. Let’s grab their hands and walk alongside them towards our new unknown with bright smiles and happy hearts.

Thank you BAP and BABYz, for the Best Absolute Perfect 7 years of my life. 💚

[lisinfleur]

Blómstur

The request:

Author’s Notes | This was definitely one of the cutest things I ever wrote. Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ivar x Reader Info | Viking Age AU, requested by @blonddnamedhandz​ for 5CW Ivar II. Posted for HTGI Event. Title translation: Flower. Words | 1306 ⁑ Warnings: Mentions to labor pains, Ivar’s ableism about his children.

It was what? The fifth one? The sixth if he would count the twins as two. There was Sigtryggr, Ingvar and Ímar - the twins. There was Udir and the little ones Erik and Einar - this last one his major concern since he didn't have left your boobs when Ivar accidentally got you full of his seed once again.

Would he be able to avoid his children from hating each other as Sigurd and he had done for so long?

Another sip of his mead, and, one more time, the cup almost fell from his hand with a growl of pain in your voice coming from the bedroom.

Why did it have to be so loud every single time?

Sigtryggr was taking care of his little brothers for him, outside of the house, to grant none of them would listen to your screams. As the older one, he had already age enough to understand those moments, and he knew how afraid his little brothers could be. He was thinking about getting a wife himself, on top of his fifteen years, and maybe carrying for his little brothers was a good way to learn how to behave when it was the time to see his wife screaming to put his children into Midgard like you were doing for his father's one more time.

Another scream cutting his thoughts.

"Gods..." Ivar mumbled, drinking from his cup one more time. "Why does it have to be so painful?"

Couldn't the gods be merciful about the birth part of that process?

To make the children was something so pleasurable! Why should putting them into this world be that horrible, bloody, and painful way?

You cried once again, louder. And Ivar swore he heard the midwife asking you to be strong and do it one more time.

Fuck that shit! You were the strongest human being he'd ever seen in his life!

Sword wounds? He could handle them.

Burning bleeding wounds with red-hot blades? Easy!

Now passing something as big as his children through a hole where his dick was used to feel tightly compressed? This was something his manly mind wasn't able to figure out how it was possible.

You'd always had long deliveries. His children were painfully big, healthy boys he could call everything but little. Sigtryggr was fifteen, and he was already taller than him! Ivar could bet he would be as tall as Ubbe or maybe Björn! And the twins weren't going through a different way: tall children, all of them! Big babies, all of them!

A new scream cut his ears. Were you giving birth to twins once again?

He got his crutch, forcing himself to stand.

It was taking too long!

Thinking closely, Siggtryggr had taken one day and half of a night. The twins took two days to be born. Erik was the shorter with one whole night. And Einar had taken almost as long as his twin brothers - the lazy thing. This one was approaching the end of its first day, but fuck! It was supposed to be quicker now, wasn't it?

Ivar thought about sitting down once again. What would he do inside that room but bother the women's work? What did he know about labor, to start with?

But what if something was wrong with this baby?

What if it was something wrong like...

Ivar felt startled by his own thoughts. Was it possible that the gods would allow Hel to touch one of his children like she had caressed his legs? After all the others, this one?

His eyes looked at the door, his heart speeding, his breath becoming shorter until everything stopped in his mind.

And around him.

A freezing cold shiver slid down his spine.

Why was everything so deep silent?

As fast as he could, Ivar rushed into the room, not minding the scared expression on his face when he opened the door, catching all the pairs of eyes into that place at once.

You were laid in bed, tired and sweaty like the last times you've done that. Ivar's eyes ran over the midwives, none of them seeming to be scared or anything but surprised with his sudden entrance.

One of them approached you, delivering a moving package in your hands.

It was smaller. Why was it smaller than the others?

Ivar's heart sunk into his chest as he approached the bed, but your smile confused him for a moment before you could show him the little package in your hands.

"Isn't she lovely, husband?" you asked.

And everything broke into shards of stars and light around him.

She was smaller than the others.

She.

His little gift from Freya was looking at him, with icy little blues exactly like his, filling his eyes with tears and making his lips break in a giggle that remembered that knock-kneed fool's voice for a moment.

Oh, Floki would be surely laughing at his anxiousness if he was there to see that moment. Or else, he would be making any stupid joke about how visibly melted Ivar's heart was with the sight of that little preciosity in your arms.

"A girl..." he mumbled, giggling again. "You gave me a beautiful little girl."

"Yes, my love. And I want to name her Aslog Ivarsðóttir. To remember your beautiful mother she'll probably grow to follow in beauty.”

He giggled again.

Oh, damn that fool! He would grow into an old wreck just like him.

But how wouldn't he be happy in front of such a thing? You passed the little package into his hands, and he cut the cord like he'd done so many times for his children before, marking her little forehead with the blood as a blessing.

"Oh, gods, look at you..." he mumbled, speechless in front of the small blue eyes looking at him so full of curiosity.

How, in the name of Odin, could something be that beautiful?

"I grow, I get older, but the gods don't get tired to bless me, do they?" he asked the little one as if she could answer him. "I've seen many things in this life, my child, but none... None was as beautiful as you are, looking at me like this."

His words were making you feel your heart full.

"My father once told me his daughter was the light of his heart. I never understood what he was talking about... With the many sons he had, how could she be different?" Ivar said, looking at you.

And then, turning himself to caress his little girl's face, as gently as if his fingers could break her delicate skin like the flowers you've once seen him braiding into a crown for you.

Maybe now, he would have more flower crowns braided by his hands in the course of his life.

"I get him now," he said. "It is different." Ivar completed.

He loved his children. Every single one of them.

But that moment was unique, and her way to look at him was unspeakable.

His heart was sure he would never see the world the same way once again.

She would be the light to enlighten his way. And what once was black and white had just been painted in the most beautiful colors Ivar ever had seen in his life.

"Are you happy, husband?" you asked.

Just to see him lifting his teary eyes to smile at you.

"No... Happy is too little of a word to define how enormous is what I'm feeling now."

Happiness is nothing, his father once said.

In that little girl's eyes, he could understand it too. It's nothing.

Happiness is nothing compared to the wonders he could experience with you by his side.

Happiness was nothing compared to what it was to hold that little package knowing his world would never be dark ever again.  

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↪︎ bokuto x f!reader x iwaizumi

[004] — it’s you!

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a/n: i wrote this during my psych class cause i was bored,, also this wasn’t proofread lol

by the time iwaizumi gets home after long days at work, he would usually knock out like a light after dinner and a bath, but tonight he had more energy than anticipated. and if he was being completely honest, he was not expecting himself to be spending the rest of his night reading a random webtoon. hell, he wasn’t even planning on reading it in the first place, but his boredom got the best of him.

a sigh escapes him as he settles at his desk, finger hovering over the lime green webtoon app for a brief second before giving in. quickly, he input in his information to create an account and before long he was already bombarded with promotions of many other webtoons until he was met with the biggest one—the love cemetery: soon to become a major motion picture!

that’s it, iwaizumi thought as he clicked on the promotional advert as it redirected him to the webtoon’s table of contents. there, he reread the synopsis over again, peering slightly at its contents purely from the plain inkling of familiarity of it all.

the moment he opened the first chapter, he was immediately enticed by the art style and colors. it was as if he was suddenly transported into this world that you have created that the hours had past faster than he had anticipated. the only reason why he even looked up from his phone in the first place was due to that little white box notifying him that his phone was at the cusp dying. iwaizumi’s eyes flickered over to his clock, two in the morning, he read as he let out a sigh. despite wanting to read more of the webtoon, he knew he was going to regret staying up. never mind the fact that he needed to go into work early and even hesitating to close his phone was a good enough reason to force himself to stop.

no wonder bokuto was obsessed.

iwaizumi’s thumb hovered over the author’s handle then, “dddeities?” he whispers to himself before swiftly pressing on the link.

it was then did his familiarity was suddenly confirmed. the moment the link took him to the webtoon author’s twitter account, iwaizumi recognized your name and face within a snap. a lump formed in his throat.

he wasn’t sure what really came over him as the obvious fatigue in his eyes was nowhere to be seen. grabbing his laptop from his desk, his fingers quickly typed away on his keyboard to search up your name on youtube. once the videos loaded in, iwaizumi found himself hesitating again as the first video that was at the top of the list had your smiling face. it still had his heart thumping in his chest even after all these years.

you looked amazing and the fact the interview had just been uploaded a few hours ago had him feeling shy for a brief second. iwaizumi scoffs at himself before shaking his head, “fuck it,” he mutters to himself before clicking on the video. it wasn’t like you, his first love and ex would ever find out he had ever read your webtoon.

“hey, my name is (y/l/n) (y/n) aka dddeities and i’m the author of the webtoon, love cemetery,” your voice softly emitted from iwaizumi’s laptop at a low volume. “today i was invited by webtoon themselves to answer some of your questions you have asked me!”

iwaizumi couldn’t remember the last time he had heard your voice. it was strange hearing it after so long now that you’ve matured since the last time he had seen you—from your looks to the way you dressed, a lot of things changed. granted, you both weren’t fifteen anymore.

“the first question is from seonshines who asked, ‘how does it feel to be able to be part of love cemetery’s film production?’’ you read off the slip of paper before discarding it off to the side, “it’s genuinely a dream come true! i’ve never expected love cemetery to be popular enough to even become a film, but considering how a lot of live actions tend to flop whenever the original creator isn’t part of production, i’m really excited for this project and i have high expectations.”

still as eloquent as usual, iwaizumi thought as he didn’t even notice the smile that was melting upon his expression the more he admired you.

you grab another question from a bowl, “from iloveddd, they asked: how do you plan your webtoons? …well when i first got the idea for love cemetery, i just started plotting it out on a piece of paper. it was initially only me who started drawing, coloring, and publishing each chapter, but once it started picking up a bit, my best friend murakami kaori started co-writing it.”

“kaori?” the familiar name slipped out of iwaizumi’s lips. “i remember her,” how could he forget the girl who got you and him together in the first place?

“overall, she’s mainly the one that keeps the story a bit more interesting while another member of my team, akaashi keiji, is my editor. he’s very meticulous and knows whenever there’s a plot hole somewhere so he’s often part of the writing process as well.” you finished off your answer before continuing to the next one, “this question is from user bokutoxbaisho. they asked ‘did you know that bokuto koutarou of msby black jackals is a big fan of love cemetery?? how do you feel about it??”

hesitance radiated out of you as you awkwardly laughed.

“um...” you trailed out, “i think it’s pretty cool i guess. it’s definitely a shock considering i never thought he would be the kind of guy to be into these types of things.”

iwaizumi’s eyebrows furrowed at this. how would you know? it wasn’t like you were the type to make assumptions about people you didn’t know either. if anything, he found it a bit strange but he shook it off.

“alright the last question is from annaoopsy,” you swiftly changed the subject, “this love triangle trope is honestly one of the best ones i’ve read. it’s really a breath of fresh air for a cliché ,which comes into question, how did you come up with this romance? was it from personal experience in past relationships?”

a chuckle left your lips as you discarded the question with a pink tint appearing lightly on your cheeks.

“let’s just say first loves were a major impact to the creation of this webtoon.”

iwaizumi felt his breath suddenly hitch the moment those words left your mouth. as if a sudden downpour of each and every feeling he felt back then in high school was catching back up to him after years of suppressing them. he swallowed the lump forming in his throat as he slapped his laptop shut, “oh no.”

fun facts! —

kaori was the one who got y/n and iwaizumi together back in middle school after she tricked them into being alone together to get to them to confess

iwaizumi was the one who confessed first since y/n was a shy, art hoe™️ back then lmao

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Hope Springs Eternal Part Two.

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One should be cognizant of tread marks of a different kind that await all of us.

But attitude is key. A timeless trait.

More fodder this for that colourful cryptic creation I’m churning about in my brain.

One could not help but notice the dwellings in this compact charming but claustrophobic town.

They were spreadeagled to a fault with scant regard for privacy or personal space.

Neighbours like nodding polders wave from their aluminum polycarbonate verandas.

The sort with integrated guttering and moulded frames.

All packed together like crates in a warehouse.

A carbon copy of some construction company’s catalogue.

The trailing shrubs, wilting flowers in mosaic porcelain propagators, superimposed trellises and overstocked pools to name but a few.

They only served to reinforce their stylish if somewhat stifling similarity.

I was mindful of today’s appointment thanks to my tarnished gold watch and the sonorous chiming of the nearby chapel clock.

Of course one must not overlook Mr and Mrs Ispy as they were nicknamed locally.

The naughty snoops who were minding everybody’s business bar their own.

Adam and alma ahern were their names.

Aunt Virginia had some scathing words about their type.

“Some people base their whole world around tittle tattle.

They are grounded in matters that smart folk view with Olympian disdain.”

One can just imagine the cocked ears and protruding noses feasting on every scrap of scandal real or contrived.

Theirs was an in-built antennae always aligned for mischief of the murkiest kind.

They had an ubiquitous presence.

You never knew what hedge or door they might pop out of.

They sniffer dogged their way around every trail, route, and byway in pursuit of some scurrilous rumour.

Encylopaedic were they on shenanigans of all kinds.

A satellite dish for backstabbing and intrigue.

Some were even so unkind as to suggest that they spied on each other.

They knew everybody and wormed their way into everyone’s confidence when they could!

Gossips at the cutting edge of trivia.

“Oops ….oh no! I’m about to crash.”

I said with my voice trembling.

Lost concentration for a minute.

My notepad and pen skating on a footpath that resembled a small scale ice rink.

Aunt virginia’s word’s about focus were never more valid.

“There goes my poem on …a mudpatch.”

Despite this sudden intrusion I kept my balance but maybe lost something valuable.

A tumult of events on the ground and overhead took place.

Shrill birds chirping and circulating in the sky, swooning and swooping like a scene from an Alfred Hitchcock movie.

As I slowly regained my balance I walked wearily and warily towards the diary with said verse.

The lines were smeared with mud.

Uncannily like a lady’s mudpack.

The heartfelt lines were still legible.

Well, just about.

My heart was beating for various reasons now.

I had a 4pm deadline to meet with forty or so minutes to spare.

Yet there were so many distractions.

An embarrassment of diversion sometimes towered above that stultifying uniformity which threatens even the most imaginative town architecture.

Or was my mind playing tricks on me with all the soundscapes and stimulation of the senses?

The downside of being a poet and writer perhaps?

Virginia’s words of wisdom coming back to haunt me but would I listen ?

The real world and fantasy can segue into one another with distinctions blurred and the usual proneness to exaggeration.

Were the exotic whiffs of Bombay mix recipes emanating from a market place bazaar or some nearby dwelling?

Were they just an illusion with factual elements mixed in?

Either way a favourite haunt of both the Ispy’s and the teen couple I had spoken to earlier was a marketplace.

Both had their own agenda with the aherns being the

more devious!

“Pumpkin seed baps on spits reeking of sesame oil with the most aromatic seasonings wafting everywhere or so I thought.

Incense and Moroccan spices taunting the nose of this stroller on a mission. But also setting off rumblings in the tummy that couldn’t be sated immediately.”

A very vivid image of Virginia with her Mona Lisaesque demeanor appeared.

I was juggling her insights on punctuality and other matters and trying to act on them.

Was I clutching at an ebbing twilight zeal or a burgeoning young at heart momentum?

Distractions make inroads into time but I felt I was being drawn to them.

Did I hear the raucous sound of docker’s voices barely audible but imaginable above the booming traffic?

Were they coming from somewhere close?

Maybe the ships trademark foghorn was setting off an overactive mind or had I supernatural powers at this point in my life?

Whatever the truth, there’s been many a threadbare naval yarn I’ve overheard.

The type that has been twisted, embroidered, embellished even marinated on seas high and low.

Gag induced guffaws billowing upwards as smoke from a chimney stack.

Uproarious bonhomie drowning out the offloading of fetid fish catch.

The vortex of a spiraling timeline giddy with impulse and image drove me on in defiance of their colour and charisma.

But before I knew it a wafer thin voice called out from the corner shop, the location of my rendezvous.

“Hello. Hope spring. I’m your date.

Bang on time both of us.”

A spritely lady in her late sixties with profuse greying hair.

Her eyes were so expressive and sparkled with life.

“Don’t know if I shared my last name when we first met.”

“You did.” I replied.

Virginia, would be proud of my recollection.

“Did you get my call earlier this morning reminding you of the date?”

Hope Spring queried.

“I must have missed it.” Said I archly.

“I also wanted to ask how the poem was going?

We started talking casually as you were writing it.

You were having trouble naming it.”

She said.

“I couldn’t think … how about?”

We both spoke at the same time and laughed.

“Hope ….hope springs eternal!”

The good of it all had us in stitches. I doubt my aunt Virginia would have approved with her dislike of such humour.

“Have you got the poem with you?” Hope enquired.

“No. Sorry, hope some of the lines are a bit muddied.” A reply that made me blush.

Virginia would have scowled.

“Maybe the next time we meet you’ll have it done.” Hope again.

That sounds promising I muttered to myself.

“Yahoo…..you two love birds.

Have fun. See you at the local coffee house.”

Sonia and Winifred’s message as they passed by on their bicycles jolting us out of our conversation.

“Lovely people. Maybe we should take their advice and head off that way.”

Hope placing her right hand on mine.

I nodded in agreement.

“I’ve had this strange feeling all day that I’m being watched… another presence.

Ever had that feeling?” Miss Spring enquired

innocently.

“As I haven’t been in this town for long

it seems more intense than the usual curiosity.”

She continued.

“Shortly after I arrived in this

area I met a charming couple called the aherns.

They warned me of gossips who fed on eavesdropping and misfortune.

Maybe that’s it. I’m certainly grateful for their warning.” Said Hope.

I could barely restrain myself at this bizarre twist that Virginia would definitely

have found amusing.

At that I walked towards the cafe with Hope while craning my neck, taking in all all my surroundings and noticing everything!!

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“Have you seen Saeran?”

“I haven’t seen him since earlier this afternoon. He hasn’t answered any of my texts, I thought that he might be out with you. He wasn’t in the greenhouse when I checked but I could look again. He usually tells me if he’s going to step out like this.”

Although they were no longer bound in fear of their father or the agency coming after them, that didn’t life that mean was without stress or worries. Life had many curveballs to deal with and they weren’t always pretty or fun. Saeran had been in better spirits but that relative peace and comfort still could get to him.

He may have let go of much of the pain that held him down, it still affected him and the way that he interacted with the world at large. There was no denying it and even though his panic attacks and episodes of confusion were few and far between. 

Him not saying a word to Lila wasn’t a good thing. 

Saeyoung knew that unease in her eyes. He patted her shoulder in a small attempt to reassure her from anything worse for wear. It wasn’t like they had life or death threats anything. That wasn’t something that they had to worry about in this life of freedom. They’d had their K-Drama level adventure and they had their fill of it. 

“I’ll go check outside,” he said, gently. “You check the rest of the house and if we still can’t find him, then we’ll let the others know and then we’ll send out the dogs after him, okay?” 

She couldn’t crack a smile at his attempt at a joke but she appreciated that he was trying his best. Saeyoung always was, even if he had no clue sometimes when it came to calming down his brother in the midst of a fire but he’d always let her know that he appreciated everything she did. 

Sometimes, Saeyoung acted like she knew what she was doing all the time as if she’d trained for it, but she never did. She just took a deep breath and walked in the room knowing that she would handle anything that was happening as best as she could and if she made a mistake? 

Saeran would forgive her and they could make a system for it in the future if it were to happen again. That’s just how they’d settled into their relationship in the first place. It may have started between some messy circumstance but they’d made the best of that and kept walking forward. 

Which is why whenever he didn’t answer her or tell her what was up, she knew that something wasn’t right. She decided that she’d do a sweep of the house to be sure that he wasn’t just holed up playing Animal Crossing again, she caught him playing late one evening and he hid it from her because—

Gosh darnit, that dork was working on breeding flowers to give her again. Which was really sweet, but not at two in the morning when he was supposed to be in bed when she got home from hanging out with Jaehee. He’d always laughed it off whenever she scolded him because it sounded so silly when she did it. 

It was as simply as him saying, “So, this is what you look like when you’re mad? Huh?” She’d bap him on the shoulder with a huff on her lips whenever he teased her like that but it was sweet in his own way. It was just another thing to add to her list of reasons why she loved him.

She knew that she shouldn’t expect anything less than that level of attitude. 

With Ray and Saeran together, it was a perfect harmony of confidence and sincerity that made him his own person. Though there were moments where it felt like those personalities flooded to the surface, she knew that they weren’t gone as they existed in her Saeran, or Saeray, as Saeyoung had playfully joked once. 

They weren’t gone. 

Who they were created the man that she loved very dearly. She loved him, all of him, no matter who she was speaking with. That fact would never ever change as long as she drew a breath in her body. Perhaps that would be tested soon, as she stopped at the last room at the end of the hall. It was her work room that she had separately from the bedroom.

Saeran had insisted that if he and Saeyoung had their own space in the house, meaning that Saeyoung had the basement to tinker on his gadgets and toys as he wanted, and Saeran had the greenhouse to tend to whenever he needed to work on his hobby, then she deserved her own space to be able to sew or paint to her heart’s content. 

Saeran never often came into the space when she wasn’t in there, but it was just slightly ajar. She always shut it. She gently opened the door and peered into the dark room with a frown on her face. It was obvious that someone had come into the room but she didn’t see anyone. “Saeran?” 

“...!” 

There was a gentle thud to her right, so she switched on the light with a soft flick of her wrist and paused, turning to look at the figure that was huddled tightly in the corner. He was looking at her but this was this unreadable confusion and fear in his eyes. 

“I wasn’t sure where you went and...” Lila paused. 

She was surprised to see him tucked away in the nook that she’d set up for herself on the floor. To be fair, it was a cozy area because she’d tucked away all her spare blankets and plush that she’d brought over from her childhood room to decorate the space. 

It reminded her of the way that Ray used to look at her whenever Saeran got far too overwhelmed with his anger back at Magenta. He wouldn’t know who she was for a long moment, nor where he was or what had been going on while he was gone. 

Clearly, something wasn’t right. 

Nor was the fact that he’d been crying. So, something had happened but she didn’t know what exactly happened. He rubbed at his eyes but he never stopped looking at her as if he were waiting for her to lash out. She’d seen the way that he flinched.

It was subtle. 

She had done the same thing when she was a child and her mother yelled at her for the hundredth time for not coming home right after she finished school. It was just something that you learned to do over time when you thought that you were going to get hurt by an adult. 

It had been a while since something like this happened, so she wasn’t sure if he had something trigger a flashback or worse. 

She stayed where she was in the doorway but sank down to her knees to show that she wasn’t going to move or do something rash. She’d never touch him or make a move without him letting her know that it was okay. “Are you okay?” she tried, softly. 

No response.

“Did something happen?” 

His voice was a bit too quiet to pick apart. “...”

Those weak sniffles were still evident in his throat this time. There was no recognition in his eyes, either. There was just that fear that she saw and that broke her heart. She wouldn’t let it show, not for his sake, no, it wasn’t the time to focus on herself. 

He wasn’t okay and she needed to work to figure out the source of this problem. She couldn’t leave him, but at the same time, she needed to let Saeyoung know that she had found him. Lila cursed herself for leaving her phone on the table as she went to look for him. 

She hadn’t thought that she would have to, and this is what she got for letting herself not carry that thing like another limb like she had done when they were together. Lila looked at him once more, deciding to test the waters once more to see if she could discern more. 

“Wait here,” she said, making sure that her voice didn’t raise too high. The last thing Lila wanted was to set him off the way that memories of his mother hit him hard. She needed Saeyoung. “I need to go and find Saeyoung, okay? I’ll be right back with him so don’t go anywhere.” 

Lila wasn’t getting anywhere with him like this, and she knew that if she at least had Saeyoung, they could work together to discern the problem. She rose from the ground and just as she went to step from the doorway, his quiet voice spoke loud enough that she heard him. 

“You know Saeyoung-hyung?” 

Lila stopped, and she looked back. There was something about his tone that seemed different. It was much more soft, more withdrawn. She looked at him, the wide eyed expression on his face and the way that his fingers had clutched tightly to the pillow in his lap. 

“Yes,” she responded. Okay, so he knew who Saeyoung was. That was a good step to knowing where who he was, if he was not Saeran. “Saeyoung is my good friend. He’s just downstairs right now. Were you looking for him?” 

He nodded his head, a bit too quickly. “Yeah... I got... scared,” he looked down at the floor again. It didn’t seem like he could meet her eyes. “I couldn’t find Hyung. Where is he? Is he okay? I need him. He said he— He said he would come and find me but—” 

Lila gently shushed him as the whimpers grew. “Do you want me to go get him for you? I promise I’ll only be gone a minute.”

His eyes widened and he furiously shook his head over and over. The huge fear returned to his eyes as he looked around the room that didn’t remind him of anything that he knew. “No, no, no, no. Please, please don’t leave me alone, Noona. Please. What if mom finds out that— that we’re not home? It’s so late— she’s gonna be so mad, Noona, where’s Saeyoung?”

Mom? 

Wait...

Could it be?

“Okay, I won’t leave. I promise. Saeyoung will find us in a few minutes, we were just looking for you,” she reassured him. Lila took a seat back on the ground this time in front of him but still making sure to ensure that he had enough space to feel safe and comfortable. Relief flooded his features but he grew silent not long after that. 

“...”

He kept his eyes trained on the ground as his fingers tugged at the fabric of the pillow that he pulled at. His eyes would flicker to his wrists and ankles now and again like he was searching for something binding him that couldn’t he found or seen. 

“Hey,” she changed her tone, smiling at him with a friendly look in her eyes. “Can I ask you something, if that’s okay with you? While we wait for Saeyoung to find us?”

He bit at his lower lip but nodded, seeming okay with her question. 

“How old are you?” 

He paused for a moment as if he were trying to think of his age. The nervous pull of his hands let her know that he was uneasy. He lifted his head just enough that she could catch a glimpse of his mint eyes again. “Um... I don’t... I don’t... I don’t know,” he said, quietly. “Hyung was the one that counted. I think... maybe... nine?” 

Okay, so it wasn’t Saeran.

It was a member of his system that she hadn’t met, or known about. As far as she knew, Saeran didn’t know about anyone else, either. It had been quiet for a while... so, he hadn’t really thought about as he started going to therapy again as he needed. 

“And, is your name Saeran?” 

He shook his head. 

A solid no.

She opened her mouth to ask him if he would like to share it with her but she heard the sounds of footsteps from the other end of the hall. She nodded at him when he mouthed his brother’s name, and he looked so much more at ease as the redhead entered the room. “Hyung!” he breathed in relief. 

Lila caught him by the arm and gave him a look, “Saeyoung, we’ve been waiting for you. Why don’t you take a seat?”

Saeyoung seemed puzzled by her statement but he knew that she would let him know what was going on if he didn’t figure it out on his own. He plopped down next to her against the carpet and much to his surprise, it took only a second for the child to sling his arms around him. 

“I thought you were gone forever,” he whimpered. “You said that you’d come back but I couldn’t find you.” 

The redhead stiffened, the very clear memories of those years washing over him like the back of his hand. 

He sucked in a breath and gladly returned the hug as it became appear that his brother wasn’t going to let go of him any time soon. “I’m right here. Hyung isn’t going anywhere.” he told him, gently. “You must have gotten a little lost looking for me, huh?”

The child nodded. 

“It’s okay. You found me, and you’re alright,” Saeyoung loosened the tension in his back as he smoothed down his hair. “What got you so upset? Did you miss me that much?” 

He whispered something that Lila couldn’t hear but Saeyoung did. The redhead breathed in deeply. “You don’t need to worry about Mom right now, okay? She’s asleep and we’re staying a special place where she can never find us. She’s not good at hide and seek, remember?” 

The child slowly nodded his head. He hung on Saeyoung’s every word like it was a lifeline. It seemed like he would believe his brother if he told him that pigs could fly. Granted, Saeyoung knew how to tell a really compelling story, it didn’t take long for him to reason with him that they were safe. 

Though, it was hard for her to know that this one had no memories of her, but only Saeyoung. It made sense. She was just glad that he knew Saeyoung and trusted him because he needed someone and even if that someone couldn’t be her, she wanted it to be someone he knew. 

She just stayed out of the way as Saeyoung handled everything he could, and she silently thanked him for being the saint that he was. Though, after a few minutes had passed, he kept glancing in her direction as if he were trying to see if he could figure out who she was, as if it were some mystery. 

Saeyoung caught onto that very quickly. “Curious about our friend, huh? Don’t worry. She’s really nice. She was really worried when we couldn’t find you so if you get scared again and you can’t find me, you can trust Lila, okay? This is her room, but I’m sure she’d love to share it with you.”

Lila brushed aside a loose strand of her hand from her face as she offered him a smile and a wave. “Of course, I would. You can always come in here if you feel upset. That’s what I would do if I was scared. Free feel to play with anything that you want, okay?

Those distressed tears that he had in his eyes were long but gone. He offered her a polite smile, it was a bit shy compared to the ones that Saeran shared but it was definitely an attempt on his part to show that he appreciated that gesture from her.

If she had been a scared kid, she would have gone to a space that felt like it was made for her, too. 

That quiet voice was still feather light and hard to hear but the quiet room made sure that it was audible. “Thank you, Noona.” 

Saeyoung nodded. It seemed that he wasn’t as upset as he was, so now they could focus on calming him down and ensuring that he felt safe until Saeran had the time to return from whatever triggered him to step away from the front in the first place. “Since we’re not home, what do you say about ice cream for dinner?” 

Those wide eyes lit up again. “Really?!” he nearly squeaked, but covered his mouth as if to stop himself from being too loud. “Really? Can we, Saeyoung-Hyung? Can we?” 

“Of course,” he said, looking back over at Lila. “You don’t mind if Lila comes with us, too, do you?” 

“She’s not gonna eat my half, is she?” a pout came across his face, and the two of them laughed a little. 

“Absolutely not,” Lila promised. “You get the biggest half.” 

[late-to-the-sexy-party]

Half a Pint of Sex

A little AU that takes place during S2 E1. What if Rae didn’t leave after she saw Finn in the shower?

Also posted on AO3.

Thank you as ever to Lil, my beta reader from another mother: you are exacting and wise and very exciting to work with. 

@madfatty @burnnmyhearttout @thatfunnygirllauren @hellothisismebye

Rae was in a tizzy as she walked back from the lingerie shop. It was all well and good to bare everything in front of Chloe and Izzy and the baps-expert bra lady, but…ugh…who was she kidding? Even that was horribly uncomfortable. How could she ever do this with Finn? She closed her eyes and counted to ten. “He likes me,” she reminded herself. “He’s already touched my lady bits and he wants to go camping and he knows we’re getting three tents. Relax, idiot! He likes you. He really likes you.” She repeated the affirmation, though suspected this could all change once Finn really saw all of her. But the pep talk and the teal underwear in her shopping bag gave her a surge of confidence or maybe it was just hope. Whatever propelled her, she found herself heading to Finn’s house. Maybe to show him. Maybe not. 

Meanwhile, Finn was in his attic, waist-high in boxes and sorting fairy lights from Christmases past. Most of his thoughts were preoccupied by the camping trip and how not to let on that he was preoccupied. Being attentive to Rae was work but the best kind. It felt good to be in this deep, to care this much. Anyway, their first time would not be in a tent, that was not how he’d pictured it, hence ten calls to arrange the surprise caravan and a whole morning in the attic. He was glad she’d been busy earlier because he was crap at making excuses. He was covered in dust from his efforts, but now he just wanted to see her. Fuck it, he was going to go over to hers even if he had to wait around until she got home. He headed to the shower to wash up.

Rae’s feet automatically slowed as she approached Finn’s house; much had changed since the first time she’d walked up to his door. When she was with Finn their chemistry was obvious and magnetic, but when they were apart the whole thing still seemed impossible. If she could get back in the same room with him, the rest should take care of itself. She needed to trust in the strange magic of them. She pushed herself forward with the memory of Finn’s reassuring smile, his promise of “to be continued.” Gary welcomed her inside amidst a haze of Dire Straits. Rae prayed her own straits were not so dire.

Finn’s thoughts were racing in the shower. Was he putting too much pressure on her? He was pretty sure the whole thing had been Rae’s idea. It was a sleepover and she’d asked for three tents. And she had let him touch her the other day in her room, but then Linda had barged in and it just didn’t feel right to continue. He’d run off to footy practice even though he’d planned to skip it. But now it was all he could think about, how ready she’d been for his fingers. The hot water across his shoulders was starting to remind him of that warmth and how it had spread to her wickedly soft inner thighs. He rubbed at his stiffening cock but glanced up to find the door open, and his dad didn’t need to see that. He turned the water a little colder–he would wait until he was in his room to finish that thought.

Rae climbed the stairs with a distracted smirk on her face and heard the water running as she reached the top. Was Finn in the shower? Was he showering with the door open? Who showered with the door open? “Oh,” she thought, as she saw his wet and flawless frame turning away, “people with perfect bodies.” And there it was, the arse she coveted, bare as the day he was born, as peachy as she’d ever imagined.

Suddenly, she was struck with a huge choice: run out of this house straight to the airport and jump on a plane to the North Pole to live in a cave and raise polar bears and never again see a human arse that would remind her of what she couldn’t have OR literally put on her big girl pants and meet her own life head on. Seeing as she’d spent her last pound on the pants, air travel was out of the question. She walked halfway down the stairs and back up three times before finding herself in Finn’s room. The next set of events was a blur, as she ran to the window and yanked the curtain over to block out as much light as possible, raced into her new underwear while holding the door closed and finally dove under his duvet and slid herself all the way to the wall.

Lying in Finn’s bed, Rae was shocked by her own actions, completely out of breath and utterly grateful that Chloe had explained what she meant about preparing for “naked time” with Finn. That morning, Rae had shaved her legs, continuing above her knees which she hadn’t even realized was a thing, and she’d smoothed out her underarms and even tidied up her unruly thatch of pubic hair. As she awaited the inevitable, she tried to make herself as small as possible, but her flesh refused to cooperate and kept falling around her in the most hideous of ways. Every time she angled herself to smooth one area, another rolled up and out, and she was quickly getting itchy and hot in all the places where her skin was rubbing against itself, and this was all a very bad idea, and her head was pounding and she thought she might throw up. Her fevered train of thought came to an abrupt halt as the freshly-bathed scent of Finn Nelson burst across her senses and then he was there in the room, in his boxers and running a towel over his head. He didn’t see her at first, as he was taking in the closed window curtain with mild confusion.

“Don’t be scared it’s just me!” Rae blurted out as she pulled the duvet up to her nose. “Hiya.”

Tracking Rae’s voice, Finn found her wedged in the corner of his bed. Her position was almost comical as if she were trying to disappear into the wall, but this did not diminish the salient fact: Rae was in his bed. She was under his duvet. She was hiding something, possibly nakedness. His body was reacting faster than his mind and he quickly moved the towel down to hide his excitement. He was turned on; he was touched, and he was stunned by the boldness of her gesture. As his eyes adjusted to the dimness, he could see that she was terrified.

“What are ya doing under there, girl?” He asked in a tone he hoped was both non-threatening and affectionate.

“Oh nothin’,” Rae responded. “Just thought I’d make sure you had sheets under here.”

“Oh, and do I?” Finn couldn’t help but flirt as he moved slowly towards the bed. He was still having trouble processing what was happening, but whatever it was, was very good.

“Yes, comfy sheets.”

“They’re comfy, eh?” Finn was fully loving the dynamic now. He felt a little bad for torturing her like this, but he knew this would all work out even if she didn’t seem to. “Can you feel them especially, ‘cause maybe you’re not wearin’ anything?”

“Oh, I’m wearin’ something…some…things…” Rae was biting her lip, rolling her eyes and blushing to her toes.

Finn was standing right up against the bed now. His curiosity was beyond piqued, but he knew Rae was regretting her actions and he needed to get her back on board. He was always most confident expressing himself from his arsenal of smiles, and he carefully chose one for her that conveyed sympathy, encouragement and understated joy. When he saw the muscles around her eyes relax, he spoke, “I’m really glad you’re here.” Then even more gently, he added, “Would it be okay if I joined you under there?”

Rae nodded, and Finn slipped cautiously onto the bed, keeping a respectful distance and his eyes on her face.

“So, what are these… things…you’re wearing?”

Rae huffed and rolled her eyes, “Chloe took us to a lingerie shop and I wound up buyin’ this stuff. But they’re totally impractical and I don’t think they look good on me. And I mean, I’m not even sure if you like my boobs, because they’re too large and they’re not made for lacy-”

“Rae…Rae!” Finn was struggling to get Rae’s attention and she finally stopped babbling long enough to look at him. “Do you not know how I feel about your boobs? Guess you hadn’t noticed me looking at them all the time when we first met? Archie and Chop had to tell me to stop!”

“Nah… I hadn’t…” Rae attempted a nanosecond of mental acrobatics, trying to immediately recall all the times this could have happened. It was new information and she couldn’t help but smile and then laugh, “Chop had to stop you?! But Chop looks at them all the time!”

“Yeah…” Finn winced “Now he says if I get to touch’em, then he should at least be able to look at’em.” He scrunched his face and waited for her to punch him.

“What?! Oh thanks for that! Really defending my honor, eh?” The banter was so normal, that for a minute, Rae forgot they were in a bed and half naked. “You know Chop needs to watch himself or Izzy’s going to get seriously insecure. I know she already feels—"

Suddenly Finn was kissing her–his version of oral sparring was not really fair, because he always won.

Finn was glad she was back to form, because he was addicted to transforming loud opinionated Rae into quiet, yielding Rae. Kissing her was like unlocking so much sweetness, and it was all for him.

When she stilled, he spoke quietly, “Anyway, I told Chop, that was bullshit and he had to stop.” Finn continued with a playful pout, “But can we not talk about Chop anymore? Besides…I haven’t really touched them… not really…”

Rae was pleasantly transfixed by the recent kiss and his current gaze. This back and forth between humor and seriousness, teasing and affection, of her knowing him and his knowing her was the alchemy she needed. She bit her bottom lip as she slowly lowered the duvet to her waist, revealing all the cream and teal she’d been hiding. Finn gasped and stared, and Rae felt like she was on fire. His hand instinctively reached out to touch her, but he stopped himself.

“Can I?” His breath hitched on the words and Rae felt a sense of control that she had never known. She could feel how truly sexy she was in that moment with her hair flowing around her face and her lips parted. She looked at him from beneath her lashes and knew how completely she had him. All of time seemed to slow down in that astonishing moment.

When Rae finally spoke, “Yeah,” was all she said. He reached towards her hesitantly and ran his finger along the top of her shallow bra cup, tracing the entire seam where it met the soft flesh of her right breast. Finn’s eyes were on hers, as he slid his finger below the edge, lowering it inch by inch until her whole breast spilled out. They held each other’s eyes with half shock and open mouths. Gradually his eyes lowered to take her in, the fullness, the large dark areola, the perfectly protruding nipple; the sight drew his tongue forward. Then, just as slowly, Finn freed her from the left cup and felt woozy with the vision that lay before him.  

Rae smiled as she watched Finn’s reaction and relaxed into this new sensation of feeling like the best thing he’d ever seen.

“They look so good, Rae…” Finn was nearly stuttering, “better than I imagined.”

Finn was consumed with looking, just feeling her with his eyes for a full minute before finally sweeping his fingers around the outside curves of her and his thumbs against her nipples. He kissed her then, pressing his whole body into her, knowing she could feel him hard against her leg.

It all turned hot and heavy quickly as they licked and sucked at each other’s lips and tongues. They were grinding against each other’s thighs and her hands were grasping at his hair and his hands were full of her breasts. Things were escalating and their hearts were racing, when Rae put her hand between them and pushed him back.

“Are you okay?” he panted, concern registering in his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m good,” she panted back. “So, so good… I just don’t think I’m… ready…”

“Oh, Rae,” Finn smiled. “We don’t have to…there’s so many other things we can do… I mean…if you want to…”

“Yeah…I want to…” Rae smiled, and Finn remembered she had her own arsenal, and this was the one–so wide and genuine and beautiful–that lit up his heart.

“Honestly,” he added, “I’m just chuffed to see you in your underwear.”

“You really like it?” She asked, pretending the question was not rhetorical.

“Yeah, I really like it,” he answered, as if she didn’t know what an understatement that was.

“Do you think your dad might…?

“Nah.. not if my door’s closed.”

“So he’s not makin’ hot pot or anything? Maybe needs some ingredients?”

“He won’t bother us,” Finn grinned as he spoke. “He knows you’re up here. And he totally loves you.”

Rae smiled to herself wondering how many Nelsons might love her. Finn shifted out of the bed to put on some music.

Rae teased him, “Oh, let me guess…”

“Oi!” Finn shot back, “I’ve been waiting for this. You can’t deny me it.” He pulled out his album of decidedly not crap reggae and lowered the needle. “Plus now my dad will really know to stay away.”

As she watched him return to bed, bopping his head suggestively to the music, Rae giggled and felt her whole body melt and tingle in anticipation. “So, where were we, girl?” Finn asked as he crawled in next to her. He looked into her eyes and ran his fingers through her hair, and Rae was very happy to remind him. 

[jae-bummer]

The Silence of Growing

Request: Qhh!! Open requests? Well seeing as you write Yongguk better than anyone else I've read, could I please request #2 yongguk?            

Prompt:

2) “Well, you certainly proved a point. I’m just not sure if it was the one that you wanted.”

Pairing: BAP Yongguk x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

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. Yongguk's POV

Pulling down on the hemline of his oversized, knit cardigan, Yongguk smiled at himself, taking in the image of his grin reflected back at him. He swiveled in front of the mirror one last time before nodding to himself.

Good.

He had never been the type to necessarily double, or in this case, triple check his outfit selections, but today felt different. There was a fall feeling in the air making him nearly giddy with the weather change. While some people experienced seasonal depression when the colder months hit, he seemed to have the opposite reaction. As soon as the first autumn breeze rustled past his hair, he was a different man.

"Who are you trying to look good for?" Jongup asked, lifting a brow.

Yongguk spun toward his friend lounging in the sitting area of their shared apartment. "Thank you for confirming how I good I look."

"That didn't answer my question," the younger man sighed, keeping from rolling his eyes.

"I guess I didn't realize that you expected an answer," Yongguk smirked.

"If you avoid the question, I'm just going to assume you're going to see Y/n," he muttered. Glancing toward Himchan, Jongup nodded in solidarity with the fellow friend who had now joined them in the small living room.

"You guys going on a date?" Himchan asked, glancing up at Yongguk as he plopped beside Jongup.

"We don't like to put labels on things," Yongguk hummed, checking his vibrating phone.

Y/N: I'm here.

Yongguk hastily tapped on his screen that he would be down in a moment before looking toward his friends again. "I'm not saying that there is anything wrong if we did want to put a label on our...friendship, but-"

"Relationship," Himchan corrected. "Call it what it is."

"He hates that word," Jongup grinned. "Commitment issues."

"I disagree," Yongguk said softly. "I am not afraid of commitment, I am-"

"He's afraid of what happens if the other person isn't as committed," Himchan finished. "Our softie would never admit it, but he's afraid of a broken heart."

"My heart will never break over some torrid liaison," Yongguk sighed. "Heartbreak is reserved for much more important things."

"I wonder how Y/n would feel about being called a torrid liaison," Jongup clucked.

"You won't have to wonder if we ask," Himchan teased.

"You won't have to ask if I kill you both," Yongguk grumbled.

"You're too sensitive to be the killing type," Himchan sighed. "Like a man afraid of heartbreak would ever get his hands dirty with a double murder."

"You'd be surprised," Yongguk hissed. "And for the second time, I'm not afraid of heartbreak."

"Then why are you so afraid to ask Y/n to be a couple?" Himchan asked. "You two have been seeing each other for months."

"Because love, much like time, is a self imposed construct that isn't real," Yongguk sighed. "it's just a word humans crafted to explain the feeling of chemicals combining in your brain when you're infatuated with someone."

"So what you're saying is, you don’t plan to fall in love with Y/n?" Jongup asked, tilting his head.

"If it were real, maybe," Yongguk chuckled. "But we're speaking in hypotheticals here."

“Hypotheticals or not,” Himchan hummed. “I think it’s silly for you not to admit that you at least have some sort of feeling toward Y/n.”

“Oh, i certainly have some sort of feelings,” Yongguk nodded. “But to say it’s love may be overstepping. Love is a chemical imbalance in the brain. It’s the universe’s way of making sure you continue to breed. i have enough chemical imbalances where serotonin levels are concerned, so why would i want to throw another type of imbalance around?”

“Love isn’t practical enough for you, is it?” Jongup chuckled. “It’s not opportune for you, so you’d rather pretend that it doesn’t exist.”

“There’s no pretending here, friend,” Yongguk chuckled, shaking his head. “If Y/n expects for me to fall head over heels in love, it may take awhile.”

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Your POV

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, gnawing on your lip in annoyance. He said he would be downstairs at least ten minutes ago, so what was taking him so long?

You and Yongguk had known each other for quite some time, but had just recently begun seeing each other more romantically within the past few months. While you weren’t rushing for him to express his feelings, you were interested in seeing a little more enthusiastic displays of his affection. You had hoped without hoping that tonight would be the night he asked you to become more serious, but if his tardiness was a precursor to the nights’ events, you were happy to never admit you had hoped at all.

“Screw it,” you grumbled, launching toward the steps of his apartment building. Might as well see what the hold up was.

Climbing stair after stair, you tried to calm your annoyance. It wasn’t the first time Yongguk had made you wait, and you were certain it wouldn’t be the last. Technically it could be seen as a larger metaphor for him making you wait to be an official couple, if that day were to ever come. Perhaps that’s why you were so irked. You weren’t just annoyed by his lack of punctuality today, but in general.

Reaching the landing of Yongguk’s floor, you stomped toward his apartment. Reeling back your annoyance, you knocked on the door, instantly becoming more annoyed as no one appeared to open it.

For a second, you were worried. What if he had slipped and hit his head on a counter top and was passed out on the floor? What if he had fell victim to a mounting anxiety attack and decided to lock himself in his room instead?

Feeding in to your imagination, you found your palm on the knob, and gave a gentle push. The door sprung open with little effort and you quickly slid into the entryway.

You suddenly felt incredibly foolish as you heard the laughter echoing from the living area and down the hallway. If Yongguk were hurt or upset, surely his friends wouldn’t be laughing. A heat of embarrassment began to travel up your neck as you heard Yongguk’s voice as well.

“Oh, i certainly have some sort of feelings,” You heard Yongguk insist. “But to say it’s love may be overstepping. Love is a chemical imbalance in the brain. It’s the universe’s way of making sure you continue to breed. i have enough chemical imbalances where serotonin levels are concerned, so why would i want to throw another type of imbalance around?” 

Tilting your head, the heat of embarrassment quickly changed to a heated anger. What was he talking about?

“Love isn’t practical enough for you, is it?” Jongup chuckled. “It’s not opportune for you, so you’d rather pretend that it doesn’t exist.” 

You felt hollow as the men’s laughter hit you like the truth you had been avoiding. In all of your hopes for Yongguk to confess, it had never occurred to you that perhaps he hadn’t loved you at all.

“There’s no pretending here, friend,” Yongguk laughed as well. “If Y/n expects for me to fall head over heels in love, it may take awhile.” 

Swallowing, you felt yourself choke on your saliva. You hadn’t realized how dry your mouth had become. You also hadn’t noticed the lump of emotion struggling it’s way down your throat. As soon as the whimper escaped your lips, you regretted stepping foot into the apartment. You remained cemented in your spot, wide eyed and teary as Yongguk and Jongup’s necks strained around the corner, looking at your placement not far from the door.

“I was waiting,” you choked out, unsure of what to say. “I thought something was wrong and...”

Yongguk’s face fell as you spoke, realizing you had heard a piece of his love-scorned diatribe. Jongup’s expression slid to one of shock as he cut his eyes at his friend.

“Y/n, I-” Yongguk began, taking a hesitant step toward you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, attempting to hold back the tears that had been brewing for what seemed like the entirety of your courtship (or lack thereof.) “I shouldn’t have.”

Turning on your heel, you fled from the boys, not bothering to stop even when you heard Jongup’s gloomy response.

“Well, Guk, you certainly proved a point...I’m just not sure if it was the one you wanted.”

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Your feet kept moving until they hit the concrete of the sidewalk, finally stopping long enough for you to catch your breath. It wasn’t as if he had said that he didn’t love you, or that he never would, but the indifference hurt. Sure, you were mortified to admit you had essentially broke into his apartment. And yes, it looked as if you were spying on their conversation. But mostly, your heart ached with how apathetic the man you had grown to love had spoken about his own feelings towards you.

You had full knowledge that relationships weren’t always equal. Both people involved weren’t always on the same page or had the same caliber of emotion as the other, but this came as a shock. Yongguk had shown no sign of disinterest or lack of willingness to pursue things. Tonight, he had joked about love as if it were a mythical story parents told their children about before bedtime.

It hurts when you realize you aren’t as important to someone as you thought you were.

“Y/n,” Yongguk’s husky voice called from behind you. You didn’t want to turn around, but you knew that you would anyway.

You also knew you looked incredibly sulky as you turned to face him. Tears still slid down your cheeks and you felt your eyes growing puffy. You weren’t even terribly sad, but the excess emotion seemed to spill out through your tear ducts.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, stepping cautiously forward. “I didn’t think you would ever hear me say anything like that.”

“Either come closer or stay away because this in between is exhausting,” you choked, hardly able to look in his direction.

Heaving a sigh, he crossed the distance between the two of you.

“I don’t just mean here,” you croaked. “But with our relationship as well.”

Glancing at him, you shook your head. “Not relationship. I don’t even know what this is anymore.”

“It’s a relationship,” Yongguk whispered, his deep voice hardly registering words at such a low tone. He felt silly correcting you after he had just used the word “friendship” himself with Himchan.

“Didn’t sound like it up there,” you muttered. “And for the record, I would like to say that I thought you slipped and hit your head on something, so I was terribly worried that you were in your apartment dying, but instead, you were just making fun of how much you didn’t love me.”

“Well, that sounds like a dramatic take on the situation,” he sighed. “But If we’re putting things on record, I wasn’t making fun of how much I don’t love you. In all actuality, I love you very much.”

You blinked for a moment, uncertain if your brain had fabricated that last sentence. “And I quote, if Y/n expects for me to fall head over heels in love, it may take awhile.” 

“That didn’t sound very convincing, did it?” Yongguk winced.

“You don’t believe in love,” you whimpered. “You said it yourself.”

"Of course I believe in love," Yongguk sighed. "Even if I'm too much of a coward to admit that to my closest friends."

“So you were saying it was all an act?” you said quietly.

“I can admit freely to you,” he began, breaking eye contact. “That i have fabricated so many walls around myself, that I don’t even know how to be honest with my friends about my emotions sometimes. I don’t want to seem weak. I don’t want them to think that I’m distracted or less of who I was just because I have found myself caught up in feelings.”

“Who said it makes you weak?” you murmured.

“My own anxieties,” Yongguk nodded. “People in love are wrapped up in those they care about. They’re opening themselves up for heartbreak and hurt. It seems like love is a fool’s game and I didn’t want the people around me, who I think so highly of, to see me as a fool.”

“Then what about me?” you prodded. “Had no problem making me look like a fool in the process?”

“You have never been a fool,” Yongguk chuckled sadly. “If anything, you’ve been the brave one. You’ve been so open with how you’ve felt about me...you’ve made me realize just how silly I look even caring about the jokes my friends may have thrown my way.”

“Which they wouldn’t have, by the way,” you pouted.

“They wouldn’t,“ he nodded. “Really, I’m the only one standing in my way of being open about how I care about you.”

“And how is that exactly?”

"You make me feel things that I can't explain away,” Yongguk whispered. “Real love isn’t this spontaneous, electrifying, cartoon feeling. Real love is deliberate, it’s a choice. It’s for better or worse. It’s making you more of who you are and helping you accept what you could be. I’ve never felt more of myself than i do when I am with you, and if that’s not some inkling of love, maybe i’m a fool that doesn’t know what love is.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but could only close it again.

“Let us grow together, let us have our roots intertwined,” he said lowly, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. “Let me make up for the past five minutes with our future moments. Let me show you that I can learn.”

You chewed on your lip, unsure if you were about to cry or swoon. “Okay.”

“Okay?” he chuckled. “That’s all?”

“Anything I could possibly say after that would pale in comparison,” you murmured.

You could feel his gummy smile grow even though you couldn’t see it. His eyes were shut as his face stayed close to yours, and his hands snaked around your waist. You remained quiet, enjoying the moments of shared breaths, and just being.

“How lovely the silence of growing things,” Yongguk whispered, pulling you even closer to him. You smiled as well, taking in his scent and the pure feeling of being with him, finally on the same page. “Thank you for not walking away from the silly boy who wanted to pretend that he didn’t know what love is.”

“You knew all along,” you hummed, nuzzling your nose into his neck. “You just needed a little prompting.”

[ceruleanskies]

castelia’s champions (l.dh)- chapter 1

details: pokemon trainer!au, champion!haechan, champion!reader, suggestive (future parts)

warnings: a little bit of violence, mentions of anxiety, team plasma being dicks

pairing: NCT’s Haechan X fem!reader (ft. Jeno)

word count: 4.2k

a/n: can you believe this is my first ever donghyuck fic?? haps baps baby i hope you rest up lots and have an amazing day

You kept your hands firmly in your pockets as you weaved your way between the drug-dealers and the businessmen, keeping your head low as you push past, intent on getting into the battle arena. Castelia City was a city of those who had everything and those who had nothing. In the richer areas, Beauties with their Delcatties and their Froslasses wore expensive coats and suffocated themselves with the gorgeous diamond necklaces that hung from their necks. But in the parts you were in at the moment, you knew Beauties and Gentlemen wouldn’t even come here in their darkest nightmares.

The dingy streets were marred by drug-addicts with wild, reddened eyes that stare straight ahead. You curse yourself for not wearing a bigger coat, but then again, snow wasn’t a regular occurrence at this time of the year. The snow that once fell as small flakes now plummeted to the ground as thick sheets of white, painting the floor an ironic ivory colour. As you reach the arena, the snowfall lets up a little. You knock on the large metal door, checking behind you to check there were no Policemen or members of Team Plasma around. You were thankful that even Team Plasma’s reach didn’t extend to here, especially because of the trainers that flocked here from far-flung regions. Johto, Sinnoh, Alola, even places you hadn’t heard of.

You had frequented this arena for a little while now, although you yourself never really battled. It was only when you were convinced by your flatmate Renjun to showcase your talents did your popularity shoot up. You enjoyed the battles, even if the people you were put against weren’t as strong as you were. There really was nothing quite like the rush you got from a Pokémon battle. It didn’t matter whether you were a Youngster or a Gentleman, the thrill of a Pokémon battle never failed to have everyone up and cheering. Watching battles unfold, watching trainers hash it out until one of them comes out on top became the sport of your choice.

It hadn’t always been like that, however.

When you were younger, you were terrified of anything and everything. The thought that there were creatures out there who would attack you at any given opportunity scared you senseless. For that reason, you only ever left the house with your mother and her Pokémon.

That was until Haechan came along. You can still remember the day he knocked on your door, having found out there was someone the same age as him living in the tiny town of Littleroot in Hoenn. Despite him being unable to hide his disappointment at the fact you were a girl, he still helped you get over your fears of Pokémon. It was him that convinced Professor Birch to give you both a starter Pokémon. It was him who made you want to be a strong trainer. You weren’t sure if it was jealousy of Haechan’s carefree nature, or if it was the little crush you had on the boy, but he made you want to be better.

Professor Birch made a fitting choice when choosing yours’ and Haechan’s starter Pokémon. He gave Haechan a very self-assured Torchic. Much like its new trainer, Torchic lit up every room it went into with its infectious enthusiasm. Although sometimes it tended to get a bit too excited, and he did end up lighting up the room. Literally.

You had to admit, at first you were immensely jealous of Haechan. You had seen a picture of Torchic in a magazine and you had decided that you wanted that to be your starter Pokémon. But Professor Birch had other plans. He handed you a PokéBall and you pressed the centre. The creature that was released looked like a crude Pikachu, and you immediately thought Professor Birch was playing a practical joke on you, giving you a poorly-manufactured recreation of the Pokémon he knew you loved so much only to laugh in your face when he saw your expression.

“Your Pokémon, Y/N, is one that needs a little more love in order for it to grow. Mimikyu is used to being an outcast and will take time to warm up to you. It hails all the way from Alola. I went to great lengths to catch this Pokémon and have been waiting for the right person to train her. I couldn’t think of anyone better than you. Mimikyu has the potential to become incredibly powerful, as do you.” Your eyes travelled down to the creature in front of you.

The Pokémon was small, its body almost completely hidden beneath a rag. Its beady, black eyes pierced through you from two holes in the middle of the cloth, but for some reason you weren’t scared of it, quite rather the opposite. You were intrigued, and a sense of calm washed over you in the presence of this Pokémon that would be sure to terrify anyone else. The rag had been drawn on with what looked like crayons, black eyes, red cheeks and a squiggly black mouth that was curves slightly upwards in a twisted smile that resembled Pikachu.

“Mimikyu is weakened by sunlight. From what the Alolan professor told me, it’s thought that its disguise is modelled after Pikachu because of Pikachu’s popularity.” Your heart sank. All this Pokémon wanted was to be loved. All at once, you felt a strong desire to protect her, to nurture her. you looked up at Professor Birch with teary eyes and accepted the Pokémon with open arms. When Haechan saw your Mimikyu, he was terrified. But nonetheless, he wanted to test out his Torchic on it.

But despite his best efforts, Mimikyu beat his Torchic. He wiped away tears of frustration from his cheeks and vowed that he would beat you one day. That he would become the strongest of every trainer in Hoenn and have the most powerful Pokémon there were. That week, he disappeared from Littleroot. His mother said that he had screamed something about becoming a strong trainer so he could beat you. That spurred you on to do the same.

That was seven years ago. Now, you watched Haechan battling in Castelia City’s underground arena, one of the only battling grounds that you had yet to conquer. You had exhausted all of the battle arenas in all of the regions, and Unova was the last one you had to take on. The battle arena was established by Red, the stoic, wordless trainer who hailed from Kanto. He set it up to allow trainers to strengthen their Pokémon by battling others. He placed strict bans on any items, disallowing the use of Potions and berries, stripping the trainers of the safety net they were so used to. In doing that, however, he managed to separate the weak from the strong.

It had been so long since you had seen Haechan. His Torchic was now a proud Blaziken that stood behind him as he shouted commands at the Pokémon in front of him. He was clearly the audience’s favourite, his enthusiasm and carefree attitude winning him the hearts of every Lass and Beauty sat in the crowd alongside you. He had turned into something of a playboy, partying with any gorgeous woman who threw herself at his feet. With a simple smirk, he could have any girl on her knees for him. He knew he was the shit and he wore that badge with pride.

The crowd gave a roar as the young woman fell to her knees, eyes brimming with tears at her defeat at the hands of her opponent. She returns her fainted Pokémon into the Pokéball, her head hanging in shame as tears formed in her eyes. A part of you felt bad for her. She was still young, only around fourteen. It became apparent as soon as she entered the battle arena that her nerves were getting the better of her. She appeared incredibly self-conscious, hunching her shoulders and cupping her elbow, never looking directly at the camera that displayed her every expression on large flat-screen televisions that hung from the ceiling. Haechan was ruthless when he battled. He didn’t care if they were young. He would battle fiercely and without relent, often making his younger opponents cry.

“Ouch! It looks like Ryujin’s last Pokémon, Infernape, was defeated easily by our ruling Champion, Haechan’s Greninja!” Your eyes flick to the young man who stood on the far side of the battle arena. He wore a confident smirk on his face, clearly triumphant at a battle that, from his perspective, was much too easy. There were cries of outrage from his opponent’s supporters, claiming that he had battled dirty.

But those were the rules in Castelia City’s illegal battling grounds: The only way to win is if you battle dirty. Training your Pokémon and building your friendship was one thing, but choosing to pick on the weaker trainers was something that moved you up quickly.

And that was what you did. You had quietly moved your way up the ranks, strengthening your Pokémon until you knew they would take down the Champion’s Pokémon without even so much as breaking a sweat. You had watched all of his battles and you knew his Pokémon inside out. Haechan was a very well-rounded Trainer. You and he had set out from Littleroot Town in Hoenn when you were eleven years old, him with his Torchic and you with your Mimikyu. While Haechan was merely interested in becoming the best of the best with the strongest Pokémon, you were focused on building your collection of gym badges until you had collected one from each city in each region, going on to beat the Elite Four in each of the regions.

“Is there someone out there who wants to challenge me?” Haechan’s voice rang through the silent battle arena. You remained silent for a couple of seconds as Haechan looked around the arena, basking in the shocked silence that descended. A little while later, you took the chance to speak up. You adjust your hood and stand, ignoring the incredulous gazes and echoes of whispering that flit around the arena.

“How about me?” You lazily raise your hand above your head. You move from your seat and place your hands into your coat pockets. The people around you turn to stare, and you can’t help but let your heart pound a little. You walk down into the arena, keeping your face as hidden as you could by way of the hood. You meet Haechan’s eye when you step into the arena, and the expression of shock on his face when he registers that you’re the one who challenged him was unmatched. He covers his shock quickly by his signature smirk.

“With pleasure. But don’t go crying to your mum when I inevitably beat the crap out you.” You make your way down into the trainer’s box, followed closely by your Mimikyu. Haechan looks you up and down, and you felt your heart flutter. He had changed a lot since you last saw him several years ago, his facial structure became more defined, his once jet-black hair now a cool grey. His skin was still the same smooth honey colour, and that same enthusiasm and joy was in his eyes. Your eyes wandered to his companion Pokémon. Blaziken was significantly taller than his trainer and stood behind him in a stance similar to that of a bodyguard.

“This should be interesting!” The announcer’s voice booms over the speakers.

“Our reigning Champion is being challenged by an unnamed trainer! Rules are the same. The only time you can switch out a Pokémon is if the other’s faints. You’ll be booted if you use any items. But other than that, let’s make this an adrenaline-fuelled battle!” A small smirk forms on your lips as you saunter over to the Trainer stand. You place a hand in the pocket of your coat, hand wrapping around your first Pokéball.

“Blaziken, you know what to do.” His voice was calm, any sign of distraction removed from his facial expression. His companion Pokémon steps into the ring, eliciting a cheer from the crowd. You bite down on your lip to stop yourself from smiling. His tactics are still the same.

You throw out your own Pokéball, Milotic jumping out. An expression of worry flicks over Haechan’s face as he realises the type advantage of your Pokémon over his, and at the realisation that he can’t switch his Pokémon out. He widened his stance and leaned slightly forward, completely focused. In contrast, you lean back, making sure to keep your face hidden from the camera.

Your Milotic looks back at you, giving a small nod of her head when she does so. She turns back to stare down Haechan’s companion Pokémon, who appears to relax when Milotic looks at him. The crowds cheering appears to quieten a little too. You knew that was Milotic’s ability, to emit soothing frequencies to calm both animals and Pokémon. You had trained her to lull the opponents’ Pokémon into a false sense of security before unleashing powerful moves that give them no indication that they’re in danger.

“Milotic, use Hydro Pump.”  Blaziken has no time to react as he’s hit by the powerful jet of water from Milotic’s mouth, forcing him several steps backward. After just one of Milotic’s moves, Blaziken falls to the ground, unconscious. You adjust your hood, pulling it over your head again to ensure no one but Haechan saw your face.

Pin-drop silence followed the echoing of Blaziken hitting the floor with a thud. Then a couple of seconds later, the announcer pipes up, shock and amazement prevalent in his voice.

“Milotic took Blaziken down in one hit?!” Cheers erupt from the audience, shaking the ground. A small smirk forms on your face as Haechan returns his prized companion to its Pokéball. He looks up at you with dark eyes, admiration and jealousy prevalent in them. He simply chuckles and fishes another Pokéball from his pocket. He throws it into the centre and out jumps his Aerodactyl.

“Milotic, use Hydro Pump.” Again, Haechan’s Pokémon was taken down in one hit. This happened again and again until he sent out Dragalge. Your hand delves into the pocket of your overcoat and feels for the familiar bumps of the Master Ball you had used to catch your secret weapon. You withdrew your exhausted Milotic and threw the Master Ball out into the arena. Gasps and cheers sounded from the audience, making the corner of your lip quirk up in a smirk.

“A Mewtwo?” Even the announcer was shocked at your Pokémon. Haechan took a step back, eyes fearful, staring in the direction of Mewtwo’s intense gaze. Your rival was gobsmacked. The Y/N he knew was scared of Wurmple and refused to leave Littleroot Town unless he was there with her. The fact that you had managed to take down five of his six Pokémon without batting an eyelid and to achieve a feat like catching Mewtwo was one that he wasn’t expecting.

“Busy admiring Mewtwo, Haechan?” His eyes flit from you to Mewtwo, mouth agape.

“H-How?”

“Cerulean Caves in Kanto. Impressive, don’t you think?” He simply chuckles.

“Let’s get this over with, then. I’ll take down your Mewtwo and all of your Pokémon after that!” His unwavering enthusiasm was infectious.

“Dragalge, use Dragon Pulse!” Dragalge opens its mouth and begins to generate a shockwave. Your fists clench.

“Mewtwo, get out of the way!” Your Pokémon does as you say, dodging the attack with ease. It lands on its feet, skidding a little as it makes contact with the dusty arena floor. Mewtwo didn’t need to look back at you for reassurance, it was confident in its own abilities to take Dragalge down while avoiding excess expenditure of his energy.

“Mewtwo, use Psychic!” Mewtwo closes its eyes and Dragalge is knocked backwards and the dust on the floor is kicked up by the impact of Mewtwo’s move.

The crowd roared in both shock and excitement, but Haechan could only gasp.

“Dragalge?” He called. “Dragalge, are you alright?”

As the dust began to settle, he could see his Pokémon laying on the floor. He fell to his knees and stared at you as you recalled your Mewtwo wordlessly. Then, you turned on your heel and exited the arena, gone as quickly as you had come. Your PokéGear blipped twice.

PokéBank: 750,000 PokéDollars transferred into your account.

Note from Sender: It’s been too long, I forgot just how impressive your battling is. As promised, 25% of my winnings. You deserve every penny. Yours, Jeno.

Your eyes roll. As attractive as you found him, he was dangerous. As the son of Team Plasma’s head, you knew to keep your distance. The two of you became fast friends when you defeated him soon after you had taken on Johto’s Elite Four. He respected you as a trainer and as a person, and for that reason you knew Team Plasma wouldn’t come after your Pokémon. And he was a useful contact, too. The resentment he felt for the things his father had tried to do meant he would leak confidential intel from Team Plasma’s board meetings to you. He had tried convincing members of the Elite Four to help him, he even travelled all the way to Sinnoh to beg Cynthia to help him. To no avail, he returned home, his distaste for his father’s dated views becoming more and more evident as he rebelled against him. He would often run away from his father, and this arena was his safe haven, where he could hide from the prying eyes of Team Plasma.

You ducked out of the stuffy arena, out into the cool night. You take in a deep breath, thankful to be outside in the chilly air. You pull your hood up against the breeze and walk through the streets, back to your apartment, making sure that Mimikyu was by your side each step of the way. You unlock the door, holding it open for Mimikyu. You shut the door and switch on the lights, not expecting the figure of your roommate sitting in the armchair opposite the front door. Your heart gives a lurch when you see the brown-haired boy from Kalos sat in front of you, a stern expression on his normally smiling face. Your eyes wander to his Altaria, perched quietly in the corner.

“Shit, Renjun! You scared the crap out of me.” You clasp your chest and Mimikyu moves in front of you, ready to attack. Altaria gives a start, squawking in alarm at your voice. You quickly bend down to soothe your Mimikyu, patting the Pokémon’s disguise. It turns to you and nuzzles its head into your neck.

“It’s okay, Mimikyu. I’m fine.” Your Pokémon calms down and you stand back up, eyes never leaving Renjun’s.

“You scared me.” He raises a brow.

“You shouldn’t be out this late. Especially with Pokémon that are in such high demand by Team Plasma as yours. Castelia may be a normal city during the day, but it’s still dangerous at night. You need to be careful.” You wave Renjun off and walk into the kitchen.

“I’m serious, Y/N.” He stands up and follows you to the kitchen. You open the fridge door and take out a Poké Puff. You bend down and place it on the floor, before turning away to allow your Mimikyu to eat it. When it’s finished, you pat the top of its head and stand back up to face Renjun.

“I heard from Taeyong that his Roserade was taken by Team Plasma. It wasn't even a commander that stole her, it was a grunt. I don’t know what they’re planning, but their Pokémon have been getting stronger and stronger. I know you like to think you’re untouchable because your Pokémon are that strong and all and because you’re friends with Jeno, but that’s why you need to be more careful. Rarer Pokémon have higher bounties.” Mewtwo. The Master Ball in your pocket jolts a little.

“Kyu?” Mimikyu gives a cry and you both look down at her. She moves towards you and nuzzles against your leg. Renjun looks back up at you and purses his lips.

“You know I’m only saying this because your Pokémon are so rare. I know how much you care for them, and I know how devastating it would be for you if you were to lose any of them.” You feel the Master Ball in your pocket give a jolt, Mewtwo clearly sensing the worry that’s coursing through you. Renjun looks down at the clinking of the Pokéballs in your pocket.

“You need to keep Mewtwo away from the public eye as much as you possibly can, Y/N. If people find out you’re the one who caught Mewtwo, you’ve turned yourself into a moving target for Team Plasma. Because if they find you with the Pokémon you have, you’re pretty much asking them to take them away.” You nod at him and he fills up a glass with water.

“I won’t let them near me. You’ve got nothing to worry about, Renjun. Besides, I got a big winning from defeating Haechan in Castelia’s battle arena tonight.” He spits out his water and coughs, thumping his chest to get rid of the water that had gone down his windpipe by mistake. Mimikyu screeches, dodging the droplets of water that were sprayed from your friend’s mouth.

“Haechan’s here in Castelia?” He manages to get out between coughs and splutters. You nod.

“So that’s why you were so intent on moving here. How did you know Haechan was here?”

“He’s not exactly the most subtle when it comes to underground battling rings, is he? It’s always all over his social media. Won this battle against this Ace Trainer, partied with that Beauty, it doesn't take a genius to figure out where he is.”

“Yeah, but it does take a stalker.” Your mouth falls open in mock offence, a feigned gasp escaping your lips. Renjun chuckles at your expression and Mimikyu nuzzles against your leg again. You stick your tongue out at Renjun and playfully swat at him. Altaria looks on from its perch in the corner of the room and looks away again, evidently unbothered by you and Renjun squabbling in the kitchen.

When you wake the next morning, you hear a loud knocking at your door. You knew it couldn’t be Renjun, he never leaves the house without his keys. It couldn’t be a delivery, either- Renjun would have told you if there was one coming. You get out of bed and put on a hoodie. Heart pounding in your ears, you edge to the door, placing the chain on it. You could feel Mimikyu behind you, clearly sensing your nerves. Your hand reaches for the doorknob and you pull it open, not expecting to see your rival stood in front of you. He looks you up and down and you realise what he’s looking at. Of course you had to fall asleep in a vest top and shorts.

He may be your rival and all, but he did look awful. He was clutching his stomach, and there were evident bruises beginning to flower on his cheekbones, some accompanied by small cuts. There was a long tear in his white t-shirt, and there was even more bruising on the parts of his stomach you could see. His eyes were dark, dull. Like someone had extinguished the fire that was normally behind them.

“Haechan? What…” You tail off. “How did you know where I lived?” He straightens a little, the effort clearly causing him pain. You undo the chain on the door and he moves his hand to lean against the doorframe. He was battered and bruised and you wanted nothing more than to care for the beautiful boy who was stood in your doorway.

“I had Persian follow you home.” You can’t help but let your brows furrow at that.

“Do you-uh… do you want to come in?” He looks up at you and nods. You stand out of the way and Mimikyu lets out a cry at you when you let him in. He limps towards the sofa and Mimikyu follows him closely. You fetch the first-aid kit from your bathroom and take it back into the living room, where Mimikyu is still stood, watching Haechan like a hawk.

“Hey, Mimikyu. It’s fine.” You coo, and your companion soon calms down. Still evidently cautious of Haechan, she follows him, nipping at his ankles as he walks in and sits down on your sofa. You stand awkwardly and look him up and down, just as he did to you. He looked dishevelled, distraught even. That flame of childlike enthusiasm that is usually so prevalent in his eyes is no longer there. You set the first-aid kit down on the coffee table and sit down next to him. He avoids your gaze and takes his bottom lip between his teeth, running his tongue over it as he forms a sentence in his mind.

Then it clicks. You glance around the room and realise his partner is nowhere to be seen.

“Haechan, where are your Pokémon?”

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Movie Marathon

The request:

Author’s Notes | HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SIS! I had to produce something for you haha I chose to make your request and I hope you like the little gift, but love, the biggest gift I can offer you is the enormous love I have in my heart for you. You’re always safe in my heart and one day, I swear, I’ll go visit you just for a huge hug, a brigadeiro volcano cake and lots of rainbow sprinkles. Love you! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader Info | Modern Age AU, requested by and produced as a birthday gift for @honestsycrets Words | 1353 ⁑ Warnings: Explicit content, cursing.

It was the most important day of the year: your birthday.

And he had planned it perfectly in his mind!

Hvitserk knew that parties were not your favorite way to celebrate: although you liked to party with him, your birthday was a day when you liked to enjoy some chilling time.

So, he prepared a surprise for you in his apartment.

He set everything up to pick you up at 6 pm, making it look like he was doing something around a surprise party - something he knew you would hate, but would come just to make him happy.

Said and done: when he came to pick you up, you had that yellow smile on your face just as he hoped to find.

Everything was ready for his plan to be perfect.

"Hey, princess," he smiled from the car, making you feel even more distressed in your heart.

Shit. You wanted so much to relax and not be wearing that dress!

But you smiled, sitting next to him, trying to hold on to his beautiful smile and the happiness in his eyes as a support to move on with that horrible idea.

Hvitserk smirked when you sighed beside him as soon as he started the car, thinking he wouldn't hear the frustration in your voice.

He took you to his apartment, jumping on his heels next to your door before opening it for you to leave the car.

As a good gentleman, of course.

Oh gods, you thought. He was so, so happy!

How could he know you so little?

How could you break that happy smile on his face by telling him that you didn't like surprise parties?

Carry on, carry on, you forced yourself, watching as he opened the building, standing next to you in the elevator with the most anxious expression you have ever seen on Hvitserk's face.

"Close your eyes, love. And don't open until I tell you to!"

Oh damn ...

You were SURE that everything would be decorated with pastel ribbons, and your friends would be there, and his friends, and music, alcohol, and you standing in the middle of...

"Surprise!"

...his empty living room?

Your eyes looked around, stunned.

Hvitserk was unable to contain his laughter.

"You thought it was a party! Haha! You did it!" he laughed louder. "Fuck, love, I wouldn't do that shit to you."

His arms wrapped around your waist as you stared, amazed, at the beautiful home cinema he'd prepared for the two of you.

"I know what my princess likes most," he said, kissing your shoulder and the curve of your neck.

"Oh my gods!" you finally found your voice. "Hvitserk ... This is perfect!"

The room was empty. Not a single soul in his home.

Instead, his sofa was pulled back to make room for a huge and comfortable fluffy rug on the floor, where TONS of pillows and cushions formed the perfect place for you to lie down together.

There was an island of pillows at your fingertips with your favorite goodies. And his TV was pulled up, re-placed to become a shiny screen jumping off the black curtains that he placed behind it on the wall to create the perfect ambiance.

To be honest? Perfection was the right word to define that place.

Hvitserk released you only to turn off the lights and ask you to lie on the rug with him.

Your smiling puppy was so happy that his surprise was a success!

"I thought you might like it," he said, smiling as you laid against his chest.

"I loved it! It's perfect! It couldn't be better!" you answered.

Not realizing when his smile became slightly malicious behind you.

"It can always be better, love... Always," he said, turning on the screen.

And you thought your favorite movies were his way of making that moment even better for both of you.

The last thing you expected was that the films were nothing more than a distraction to take your attention away from the fact that his caresses were getting hotter and hotter.

You didn't notice when his fingers stopped reaching for the treats in the bowl to slide down your body, making you sigh for him, sometimes even letting out little moans for his kisses on the curve of your neck.

When did his hands invade your clothes? The gods know!

But you really didn't care about it anymore: his fingers reached your breasts.

Screw the movie! Your Hvitserk was growling right next to your ear, breathing heavily on your skin.

Sliding through your body like an insidious snake.

Now you could understand why he told you to put on that dress: it was easier for him to reach for HIS favorite treat in the middle of your legs when you were wearing it!

Tsk, tsk, tsk ... Treacherous puppy!

"Oh, fuck it!" there goes your panties.

And your self-control!

But who would be able to keep any of them with Hvitserk and his anxious mouth close by?

In a moment, the two of you were enjoying the movie. Then he was enjoying his favorite dinner, and you were a moaning mess with his tongue.

Your voice mixed with the lines of the film, echoing around the room in moans of pleasure, filling it with a cacophony of sounds that Hvitserk was anticipating when he planned that surprise.

Only then did you notice condoms among the treats in the bowl.

"Naughty puppy!" you exclaimed when Hvitserk stood up from under your skirt, smiling and licking his lips.

"Your goodies ... My goodies," he said, taking one of the condoms between his fingers.

Making your eyes widen.

Those were not ordinary condoms. Those were the "hot marathon" ones!

"Hvitserk!" you called him and he laughed, opening the condom and applying it to his hardness already exposed.

"What?"

"Are you planning to kill me? On my birthday ???" you squeaked, making his laugh even looser.

"Maybe," he said, climbing upon you.

"Babe..." you mumbled between his kisses on your lips. "The last time... It kept you on for three hours!"

"I have the package with three of those in that bowl," he murmured back, biting your earlobe before pushing himself into your channel with a grunt.

"Oh ... my ... fuck ... Oh, damn it!"

Hvitserk laughed at the way his thrusts cut your sentences, preventing you from speaking along with the warm feeling of that condom lubricant.

Hot for you, a little anesthetic for him - that shit helped Hvitserk's control to last longer and gave him the biggest series of your orgasms ever the last time the two of you tested it!

And now he had the package!

With three of them!

"And here comes the first," growled Hvitserk when your voice was lost in pleasure and you came around for the first time.

Punching his chest when he laughed at your tired face.

"Happy birthday, love," he murmured against your mouth, pushing harder just to hit your sweet spots with that instrument of torture!

You wanted to say thank you.

You wanted to say fuck you!

But your voice became a loud moan when he led you to a second orgasm almost effortlessly.

"Fuck," you groaned.

"That's the idea for the night ... Until we break our record, baby. I'm going to drive you crazy tonight!"

He would go.

Definitely!

Thank the gods, your best friend gave you a new cream of aloe vera that morning.

It would definitely be useful at the end of the night!

But you had nothing to complain about.

If you could choose the best way to spend your birthday night it would be exactly like this: hugging Hvitserk's body, feeling nothing but his skin, his lips on yours. You two becoming one.

"I... fucking... love you!" you managed to groan cohesively before he reached the third mark with you.

Laughing, he kissed your lips, touching your forehead with his.

"I love you too ... More than yesterday. Less than I will love you tomorrow. Every day I love you more ... And more ... And more!"

You smiled.

There was no better gift than his love. And it was yours.

Totally yours.

Forever.

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True Happiness Needs No Sound ~ A Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

Thiiiiis is a lovely prompt from the snazzy @petunia9402 who is always so lovely on the blog and their prompt is an AWESOME one! This is set with the interpretation that Jameson Jackson has no voice at all btw....LET'S DO THIS!

Jameson Jackson, I'm very sorry to say, was not smiling. Nor had he smiled all day. Jamie was the sort of guy who usually wasn't troubled or self-conscious about himself because he had so many loving people around him who loved and appreciated every single part of him...but lately....Jamie hadn't been feeling it. The Septics were a rowdy bunch, always cracking jokes to make each other laugh, always rough-housing, tickling, playing, all that awesome stuff....but none of that stuff had really seemed to extend to Jamie recently.

The only time Jamie seemed to hear jokes was when he happened to be in the room when they were being told....no-one actively tried to make him laugh with humour. No-one tried to wrestle with him, tickle him, play with him...and Jamie knew why. Jamie couldn't laugh, he couldn't make one single sound. Why waste jokes when you're not going to get a reaction? It was pointless. HE was pointless. That was how Jameson Jackson felt. He was upset, sour, and attempting to cope by gripping a blanket so hard that his knuckles turned white. He couldn't even scream to let his emotions out.

Thankfully....that was when our hero dropped in. Jamie was curled up on the couch in the living room, aimlessly looking at a wall in a dazed manner. That was how Chase Brody found him. Chase grinned as he spotted the dapper gentleman, and immediately sunk down next to him on the couch, rubbing shoulders with him in a true bro fashion.

'What's cookin' in Jameson land?'

Jamie....didn't react in the way Chase expected. Instead of a cheery smile, a playful shove, or an excitably signed sentence, all Jamie exhibited was a light shrug and brief sign.

'Nothing.'

Chase, obviously, was immediately concerned, especially since Jamie hadn't even turned to look at him. Chase sat up straighter and tentatively placed his hand on Jamie's back, leaning in a little to try and see his face to see if he could maybe analyse what was wrong with the sweet guy.

'Hey....buddy you know you can tell me anything....'

Chase spoke softly, making sure his reassuring smile stayed on his lips. Now, in Jamie's mind he would have ideally wanted to be strong. He liked to think he would have been able to tough this sort of thing out like the others do when they pretend that they're not upset....but he couldn't. Jamie just burst into sad, silent tears.

'Everything's just pointless. I'm pointless!'

Jamie's hands looked like they were almost spasming with how shaky his signing was, and Chase hurried to envelop the man in a hug because Chase knew that Jamie needed it if he was going to feel safe enough to reveal what was going on. Chase took a moment to stow away his shock for now as he stroked Jamie's hair, whispering to him gently.

'Hey, hey why would you think that huh? You're a septic, how could you ever think that you were pointless?'

Jamie was shaking his head as he sobbed and sobbed in silence. The only sound that was in the room was Jamie's frantic, jittery panting as he signed.

'How can I be one of you? How can I be a septic when everything about you all revolves around happiness and laughter? I can't do any of that Chase, I can't be like that with any of you! I can't laugh with you, so why should you all even bother with me?'

....Chase was nearly on the verge of tears. Chase's mind was racing with questions. Had someone put these ideas in Jamie's head? Had he and the others accidently excluded him from things without realising? How long had Jamie been feeling like this? Chase's blood ran cold as he wondered how many times Jamie might have been bawling his eyes out while they were just in the next room....oblivious. No. NO. Chase was not having it. Chase cupped one of Jamie's cheeks and shifted a little, so he could look at the shivering, upset man properly as he brought out the voice of the loving dad that he was.

'Now you listen here. Being able to laugh is NOT a requirement to be one of us, being able to laugh isn't a requirement for ANYTHING. We love you so damn much and you bring us happiness just by existing....'

Chase trailed off, making sure that Jamie was still close and embraced as he gave the younger man time to process what Chase was saying; Chase knew better than anyone that it took so much longer to process words in your brain when you feel like crap. Jamie though, much to Chase's relief, started to pant less and less, bit by bit....he was just starting to calm down from it all, just a little. Chase smiled warmly, and murmured with a smile.

'....besides, I know I don't need to hear a laugh from you to know when my humour is tickling you in all the right places!'

Chase took the opportunity to lightly pinch Jamie's cheeks with a fond smile, and to Chase's delight, Jamie blushed and bapped at him; he was even hiding a little smile as he signed.

'Your jokes are awful....'

Jamie looked up at Chase softly, and let him see his little smile, just so that Chase knew he was only in jest. Chase, of course, let out quite the indignant gasp at this apparent rudeness!

'Well....that's just because I save my best material for special occasions! I'll give you one of my best jokes to prove it!'

Chase replied matter-of-factly, before clearing his throat with the greatest amount of exaggeration that he could possibly muster.

'The best joke, in the entire world actually, iiiis....'

Jamie had one of his eyebrows raised a little, especially when Chase trailed off and paused for dramatic effect whilst waggling his eyebrows comically. Then, Chase smirked and did snazzy finger-guns as he delivered his punch-line.

'Anti's dress sense!'

Jamie was biting down hard on his bottom lip. Why? Because it was taking every single ounce of willpower Jamie had inside him not to break out into a grin and shake with laughter at how amazing that joke was, as well as at how utterly bold and brave it was! Luckily Jamie managed to cover his mouth and stop any mirth....but he couldn't stop that bright smile of his; he couldn't help it, Chase always made him smile.

'Ohhhh what's this? Was that, I daresay, a smiiiiile?'

Chase gasped as he cooed, giggling in victory at seeing Jamie trying to cover up his evident happier mood. Jamie shook his head in defiance at Chase....but Chase wasn't going to let that smile go. He inched especially close to Jamie, a grin in place as he growled goofily.

'You'd better show me that smile....or I'll make you!'

Chase made his hands into claws and playfully wiggled his fingers....but what he didn't expect was for Jamie's smile to fade and for his face to fall into a frown; Jamie's melancholy had come back, and Chase stuttered frantically, endeavouring to see what was wrong and how he could fix it.

'....d-did I say something wrong?'

Chase lowered his hands as nerves bubbled in him....but he let out a light sigh of relief when Jamie shook his head....but then he felt like he was being punched in the gut as he interpreted what Jamie signed next.

'....the only point of tickling is to make someone laugh. You're wasting it on me.'

....first off, Chase made a mental note to find out who the fuck provided the first spark that caused this mentality to develop inside Jamie. For now though, Chase took a breath. He was here for Jamie, and he was damn well going to show it!

'Well, I'm sorry but you'll have to say something better that THAT if you don't want the tickles! Oh, plus you're wrong.'

Chase's voice was so strong and resolute, that it took the melancholic Jamie off guard and made him blink up at Chase in surprise; he didn't know Chase had that much assertiveness in him! Now, with Jamie focusing on letting the words start to sink in, that meant he didn't move to stop Chase when he lightly straddled the pondering man.

'Tickling is about trust, bonding....'

Jamie blinked and looked up at Chase, his next words bringing him back to reality....and causing to develop a sweet, wobbly smile. Jamie knew that Chase was too much of a lazy, silly man to even contemplate lying to someone about something, so he knew that Chase meant every word he said. Plus, with Jamie having developed a smile once more and looking much less melancholy....only one thought was in Chase's mind. He had to keep Jamie like this for eternity. So, Chase grinned, growled, and readied his fingers.

'....and giving those you love an absolute wrecking when they need it most.'

Chase snickered and struck, and struck well. As soon as those scratching fingers of his found Jamie's tummy, Jamie was done for. All he could do was grin and wiggle from side to side as his chest shook with sweet mirth; plus he had the most precious dimples you have ever seen on a person. Jamie was also gazing up at Chase pleadingly as he signed at a rather fast pace....he was frantic....because Jamie knew that Chase knew ALL of his tickle spots. 

'But I don't need it I don't I don't I don't!'

Chase giggled fondly down at Jamie, enjoying scratching the man's soft belly as those dimples just got deeper and deeper.

'What do you mean you don't need it? You already look so much happier now, especially with those pretty diiiiimples!'

Chase crooned, squishing the flesh of Jamie's belly playfully; this of course made a) Jamie sign even MORE frantically, and b) hurry to cover his face which was slowly becoming the most delightful dark pink colour.

'I don't have dimples, you have no proof!'

Ahh, that sweet, sweet defiant denial.  At seeing Jamie try to hide himself and try to LIE of all things, this made Chase gasp in utter shock that Jamie would express such dishonest evasion! So of course, he promptly scribbled into Jamie's belly and put on a rather authoritative voice.

'Oh you'd better lower those hands right now mister, or things are gonna get muuuuch worse.....'

Jamie's eyes widened at the more intense tickling, and he arched his back and tossed his head as a result of it all; Chase's fingers were digging in SO much, it was evil! However....Jamie did not, even for a second, move his hands from his mouth; even though the tickling was so bad, Jamie managed the tiniest of glares in Chase's direction. Chase smirked....because oh how he'd hoped for that reaction.

'Fine, if that's how you wanna play....'

Chase purred, letting his hands drift away from Jamie's belly for a few moments, allowing the man to cutely huff and catch his breath. No seriously, every little huff of an inhale or an exhale that Jamie exhibited was so cute that it would have made a rocky cliff aww. Of course though, that bliss of recovery couldn't last forever; Jamie soon realised that when he felt Chase's fingers....splaying over the tops of his thighs.

'No not there Chase please, look I did what you wanted, look!'

Jamie revealed his flustered grin as he signed at fast as he could, gazing at Chase imploringly the whole time because dammit his thighs were so damn ticklish! Of course, Jamie reasoned that because now he'd done what Chase had asked, he'd get mercy, right? Yeah uh....Chase's malevolent smirk currently suggested otherwise as his fingertips kept splaying over Jamie's tense thigh muscles.

'Mmmm, yeah you did....but unfortunately, you took waaay too long to obey me....and now you must be punished!'

Chase then promptly set about pinching the soft flesh of Jamie's thighs, which as you can imagine, prompted quite the reaction from the sweet, sensitive man. Jamie literally started assaulting the couch as his mouth opened wide, and his whole torso was quivering with all his cute mirth!

'Awww look at these tickly squishy thiiiighs!'

Chase's teasing did not help. Yes, Jamie was well aware that he had rather squishy and sensitive thighs but he CERTAINLY didn't need to have it pointed out to him by a meanie tickler! Jamie was tugging at his legs as he gazed at Chase with flustered, watery eyes.

'Shut up shut up!'

Chase giggled fondly at Jamie, gosh he was probably one of the cutest people on the planet. Chase loved seeing how wild Jamie got physically; if he was Jackie's side-kick, all the hero would have to do is poke or squeeze him and get him to flail and knock out all the villains that way! Talking of squeezing, Chase was now rather enjoying doing that to Jamie's poor thighs.

'Or what? You'll keep smiling handsomely at me?'

Chase smugly retorted, snickering at Jamie's sweet red face and sweet bright smile-....and sweet snorts? Oh yeah, that's right people. Jamie had started snorting, a sound which didn't require the involvement of vocal chords; of course, this was something else that Chase decided he must gasp dramatically at, I mean, what kind of playful tickler would he be if he didn't?!

'Ohhh, you intend to snort at me! Well, frankly that just makes me want to tickle you even more!'

Chase grinned as he scribbled over Jamie's thighs, delighting in the torrent of snorts he got in return from his sweet little tickle victim; said victim ended up struggling harder and signing faster.

'No you can't make me snort, I sound dumb!'

Jamie pouted up at Chase amidst his reply, he didn't see how sounding like an undignified pig was anything close to a good thing! Chase of course was VERY quick to disagree with this notion.

'Actually, you sound and look very precious and happy!'

.....I personally love it when someone says something just that little bit more meaningful out of nowhere, and it just really catches you off guard but in the loveliest way. It certainly caught Jamie off guard. Jamie developed a wobbly, happy smile, sniffling and gasping as Chase let him catch his breath for a little bit. Chase then just took the opportunity to just....enjoy looking at Jamie, seeing all the colour in his cheeks, his persistent smile, his jittery chest; he was too adorable.

'You really think that?'

Chase blinked when he saw Jamie slowly sign to him with imploring eyes, and Chase didn't hesitate to nod and grin....whilst subtly shuffling his way down to Jamie's shins so he could ''casually'' rest on them.

'Oh I do....it's so cute how your chest quivers, and how your dimples make your cheeks look even more pinchable....and how your eyes widen when you know the tickling is about to start....'

Chase purred softly, and at first Jamie felt so warmed and giddy at the sweet compliments....but then the happy butterflies in his system started to get more and more active as Jamie listened more. He realised...that Chase was not done. As if on cue too, when he felt a single finger swipe up one of his bare feet, Jamie's eyes widened.

'Wait no wait not my feet you know I can't handle it! I might cry!'

Jamie signed frantically, clinging to the weak hope of Chase maybe having mercy....but ah, that wasn't going to happen. Chase of course awed at Jamie at how sweet and flustered he was....before smirking and setting about scratching up and down BOTH of Jamie's pale soles.

'Awwww don't worry, that's what tissues are for!'

Jamie's reaction was gorgeous. His mouth opened as wide as it could go as the sensitive man arched his back, thumping the couch as his mind raced with shock at how ruthless Chase was being! This was Jamie's equivalent of screaming, his feet were hands down his worst tickle spot, so Jamie did the only thing he could do. He begged.

'NO PLEASE NO NO PLEASE CHASE! MEANIE! YOU MEANIE!'

Jamie scrunched his feet as his pleading signs made Chase giggle fondly, but Chase only set about scratching deep into Jamie's wrinkles as he cooed.

'If you think scrunching up these pretty feet will save you then you are soooo wrong....'

The hardened scratching made Jamie let out a spontaneous snort, before his form just shivered and jumped with his silent hiccups of laughter. It was a rather a precious sight to behold, and Jamie's hands were practically a blur at this point too.

'I'M GOING TO GET YOU BACK FOR THIS!'

Poor Jamie, he was so overcome by the tickles that his brain somehow thought a threat was a good idea! Chase raised an amused eyebrow down at the red-faced thrashing man, and mercilessly scratched under Jamie's toes as he chuckled.

'Oh yeah? You and what ler mood, hm?'

Oh yeah, Chase went there. Poor Jamie was so embarrassed amidst his mirth as Chase brought up the implicit truth of the fact that Jamie could have easily sat up and grabbed Chase's hands at any time....but he was too happy. He was too happy at being tickled and cheered up to make it stop.

'PLEASE! NO MORE! CHASE, MY FEET CHASE!'

Under other circumstances, Jamie would have retorted against Chase's words, but with all the tickling he could only focus on trying to sign coherently. Jamie had little tears trickling from the corners of his eyes, and was weeping with silent laughter....as Chase merely snickered.

'Mmm, they are lovely and soft feet you have here....'

Chase's scratching fingertips never left the undersides of Jamie's poor toes, and by now the poor dapper man had tears really streaming down his face. Of course though, Chase wasn't going to torture him forever.

'MERCY! MERCY! MERCY!'

That was the word that Chase needed to see. He grinned and relented, sliding off Jamie's legs and crawling up to him so he could envelop Jamie in a warm hug; he wasn't completely cruel! Chase chuckled affectionately as he ran his fingers through Jamie's hair, smiling when he felt the panting man snuggle close. He produced a tissue from his back pocket and lightly dabbed at Jamie's cheeks and eyes, whilst murmuring in a soft voice.

'....s-sorry if I, heh, got a little intense on you kid....I just wanted you, well, needed, you to know that we love you so damn much. No matter what you can and can't do, that doesn't stop you being one of us. The best one of us to be honest.'

....honestly, those words alone could have sent Jamie weeping for a good ten years. He didn't though. Jamie gazed up at Chase with watery eyes and a wobbly smile....he felt so damn happy and loved and looked after.

'I love you dad.'

....aaand now Chase was also tearing up, damn you Jamie for making the whole thing even MORE heart-warming! Chase grinned and ruffled Jamie's hair, pulling him closer as he gave him the strongest, most loving hug that he could muster.

'Love you too kid.'

Jamie let out a soft, happy sniffle at Chase's reply....and then let out quite a few more silent giggles since Chase had decided to take it upon himself to mess up Jamie's hair every few seconds for the foreseeable future. Well, that's a good, loving dad for you.

WOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DIIIID WOOOOP LUV YOUS XX

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Hope Springs Eternal Part 2.9

One should be cognizant of tread marks of a different kind that await all of us.

But attitude is key. A timeless trait.

More fodder this for that colourful cryptic creation I’m churning about in my brain.

One could not help but notice the dwellings in this compact charming but claustrophobic town.

They were spreadeagled to a fault with scant regard for privacy or personal space.

Neighbours like nodding polders wave from their aluminum polycarbonate verandas.

The sort with integrated guttering and moulded frames.

All packed together like crates in a warehouse.

A carbon copy of some construction company’s catalogue.

The trailing shrubs, wilting flowers in mosaic porcelain propagators, superimposed trellises and overstocked pools to name but a few.

They only served to reinforce their stylish if somewhat stifling similarity.

I was mindful of today’s appointment thanks to my tarnished gold watch and the sonorous chiming of the nearby chapel clock.

Of course one must not overlook Mr and Mrs Ispy as they were nicknamed locally.

The naughty snoops who were minding everybody's business bar their own.

Adam and alma ahern were their names.

Aunt Virginia had some scathing words about their type.

“Some people base their whole world around tittle tattle.

They are grounded in matters that smart folk view with Olympian disdain.”

One can just imagine the cocked ears and protruding noses feasting on every scrap of scandal real or contrived.

Theirs was an in-built antennae always aligned for mischief of the murkiest kind.

They had an ubiquitous presence.

You never knew what hedge or door they might pop out of.

They sniffer dogged their way around every trail, route, and byway in pursuit of some scurrilous rumour.

Encylopaedic were they on shenanigans of all kinds.

A satellite dish for backstabbing and intrigue.

Some were even so unkind as to suggest that they spied on each other.

They knew everybody and wormed their way into everyone’s confidence when they could!

Gossips at the cutting edge of trivia.

“Oops ….oh no! I’m about to crash.”

I said with my voice trembling.

Lost concentration for a minute.

My notepad and pen skating on a footpath that resembled a small scale ice rink.

Aunt virginia's word’s about focus were never more valid.

“ There goes my poem on ...a mudpatch.”

Despite this sudden intrusion I kept my balance but maybe lost something valuable.

A tumult of events on the ground and overhead took place.

Shrill birds chirping and circulating in the sky, swooning and swooping like a scene from an Alfred Hitchcock movie.

As I slowly regained my balance I walked wearily and warily towards the diary with said verse.

The lines were smeared with mud.

Uncannily like a lady’s mudpack.

The heartfelt lines were still legible.

Well, just about.

My heart was beating for various reasons now.

I had a 4 pmdeadline to meet with forty or so minutes to spare.

Yet there were so many distractions.

An embarrassment of diversion sometimes towered above that stultifying uniformity which threatens even the most imaginative town architecture.

Or was my mind playing tricks on me with all the soundscapes and stimulation of the senses?

The downside of being a poet and writer perhaps?

Virginia’s words of wisdom coming back to haunt me but would I listen ?

The real world and fantasy can segue into one another with distinctions blurred and the usual proneness to exaggeration.

Were the exotic whiffs of Bombay mix recipes emanating from a market place bazaar or some nearby dwelling?

Were they just an illusion with factual elements mixed in?

Either way a favourite haunt of both the Ispy’s and the teen couple I had spoken to earlier was a marketplace.

Both had their own agenda with the aherns being the

more devious!

Pumpkin seed baps on spits reeking of sesame oil with the most aromatic seasonings wafting everywhere or so I thought.

Incense and Moroccan spices taunting the nose of this stroller on a mission. But also setting off rumblings in the tummy that couldn’t be sated immediately.

A very vivid image of Virginia with her Mona Lisaesque demeanor appeared.

I was juggling her insights on punctuality and other matters and trying to act on them.

Was I clutching at an ebbing twilight zeal or a burgeoning young at heart momentum?

Distractions make inroads into time but I felt I was being drawn to them.

Did I hear the raucous sound of docker’s voices barely audible but imaginable above the booming traffic?

Were they coming from somewhere close?

Maybe the ships trademark foghorn was setting off an overactive mind or had I supernatural powers at this point in my life?

Whatever the truth, there’s been many a threadbare naval yarn I’ve overheard.

The type that has been twisted, embroidered, embellished even marinated on seas high and low.

Gag induced guffaws billowing upwards as smoke from a chimney stack.

Uproarious bonhomie drowning out the offloading of fetid fish catch.

The vortex of a spiraling timeline giddy with impulse and image drove me on in defiance of their colour and charisma.

But before I knew it a wafer thin voice called out from the corner shop, the location of my rendezvous.

“Hello. Hope spring. I’m your date.

Bang on time both of us.”

A Spritely lady in her late sixties with profuse greying hair.

Her eyes were so expressive and sparkled with life.

“Don’t know if I shared my last name when we first met.”

“You did.” I replied.

Virginia, would be proud of my recollection.

“Did you get my call earlier this morning reminding you of the date?”

Hope Spring queried.

“I must have missed it.” Said I archly.

“I also wanted to ask how the poem was going?

We started talking casually as you were writing it.

You were having trouble naming it.”

She said.

“I couldn’t think … how about ?”

We both spoke at the same time and laughed.

“Hope ….hope springs eternal!”

The good of it all had us in stitches. I doubt my aunt Virginia would have approved with her dislike of such humour.

“Have you got the poem with you?” Hope enquired.

“No. Sorry, hope some of the lines are a bit muddied.” A reply that made me blush.

Virginia would have scowled.

“Maybe the next time we meet you’ll have it done.” Hope again.

That sounds promising I muttered to myself.

“Yahoo…..you two love birds.

Have fun. See you at the local coffee house.”

Sonia and Winifred's message as they passed by on their bicycles jolting us out of our conversation.

“Lovely people. Maybe we should take their advice and head off that way.”

Hope placing her right hand on mine.

I nodded in agreement.

“I’ve had this strange feeling all day that I’m being watched… another presence.

Ever had that feeling ?” Miss Spring enquired

innocently.

“As I haven’t been in this town for long

it seems more intense than the usual curiosity.” She continued.

“Shortly after I arrived in this

area I met a charming couple called the aherns.

They warned me of gossips who fed on eavesdropping and misfortune.

Maybe that’s it. I’m certainly grateful for their warning.” Said Hope.

I could barely restrain myself at this bizarre twist that Virginia would definitely

have found amusing.

At that I walked towards the cafe with Hope while craning my neck, taking in all all my surroundings and noticing everything!!

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Thanks as always for reading and viewing my posts.

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Really Hoping You Would

Pairing: PTG’s Yuto x OC [Melanie] || PTG’s Yeo One x OC [Serena] Genre: college!au, slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 2,197 Summary: Halloween is over and done with and now it's Christmas time! Both Yuto and Yeo One have something important to asked of their special one during the masquerade party and they hoped that Melanie and Serena will hopefully say yes. part one {Treat Me}

Warning: none. this one is more sweeter than the previous one. lol also like i’ve been mentioning so far, hasn’t been proofread since i’ve last shared it two years ago.

this one is much shorter and although it wasn’t gonna get a part two tbh, my sister somehow made me do one without having to try. it was kinda scary now that i think about it. but it’s a good thing because this story now exists. lol anyways, i had fun looking up pictures and omg PTG in suits is wow. but yeah, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

"This is really nice." Melanie commented upon seeing the entrance way as she and Serena entered the building. "I'm just surprised they were able to rent out a place this big and nice to hold their little masquerade party." Serena voiced out still checking out the decor as they continued to walk on further. "Welcome, ladies. You all look enchanting tonight for Phi Tau Gamma's Magical Yule Masquerade Ball." One of the young masked males greeted when they came upon the table where they presented their invitations soon after with a friendly smile. "Thank you." "No, thank you." He smiled before marking their invitations.

"Please do enjoy your magical night tonight." "Thanks." The sisters smiled before the male motioned to his left for them to cross over to. "If you head on this way that's where everyone is gathering and the event should be starting soon." "Thanks." "You're welcome." The pair enjoyed another little walkway before actually entering the main venue area. "Wow." Melanie awed as she looked about although Serena was making a face. "What's up with the face?" The younger woman asked the older woman as Serena shrugged. "It went from blue to red so it's a bit weird." "True. Anyways, let's find our table."

Once the sisters found their table and took their seats Serena couldn't help but voiced out her thoughts. "Okay, Mel, I know Yuto is your boyfriend, but did I really have to come?" Serena whispered as Melanie rolled her eyes with a chuckle. "Don't act like you and Yeo One aren't an item, Rina." "We've only gone on like six dates." "Yeah, but you're forgetting to count your study sessions and late night hang outs, too." "Because they don't really count." "Yes they do. You guys act more like boyfriend and girlfriend compare to me and Yuto, anyways." Melanie reasoned as Serena rolled her eyes so she wouldn't smile at the thought.

"Yeah, alright." "Stop being such a loner." "Yeah, yeah, whatever." Serena waved her off as she looked towards the dance floor and noticed several men gathering upon it and wondered if it was time. "Is it starting soon? I forgot what time it starts." "Should be. The event starts at seven and we still have six minutes until then." "I count nine. Isn't there ten of the main members?" "That's correct." A male voice answered as the duo turned to see the male lift his mask to reveal it was Shinwon sitting with them before he wore it again. "I'm just chilling before going up there just to mess with them a bit."

"You're still childish as ever." Melanie stated with a laugh as Shinwon flashed her a grin. "When am I not?" "Anyways, how did you know we would be sitting here?" Melanie asked a second later. "Because this table is reserved for just the two of you." He smirked as Serena looked at him weirdly. "Wait, why? This could seat like six more people." "It could, but there's other seats for the other guests and this table is reserved for the dates of the upper PTG members." "Then where are the other dates?" Melanie questioned as Shinwon shrugged. "Dunno. It's just you two for now because I don't think the others invited anyone. I know I didn't."

Shinwon then smiled while standing up and smoothing out his suit. "Anyways, gotta go before they start calling my name through the intercom." After he said that his name was soon called to the dance floor. "Haha, see? Later ladies." Shinwon waved as he left to join the rest of his friends on the dance floor. Melanie and Serena soon turned their attention to the ten males on the dance floor as they all greeted the guests and thanked them for coming. One by one they talked a bit about the theme, the setting, the clothing, and some other things before ending it by telling everyone to enjoy themselves.

"Too bad the twins couldn't come. They would've of loved this." Serena said a moment later as Melanie nodded. "Yeah they would, but I don't get why some of these fraternities always have their events on the same nights. It's like they plan it without actually wanting to plan it like that." "I know right. I remember getting an invite to a BAP Christmas party and one by WNO, too. I feel kind of bad rejecting them." "They'll be fine. Mark tried inviting me, but I ignored it and just tossed the invitation away." "That's rude." "He knew that we're not together and I was already going to PTG's." "True."

Their conversation was soon interrupted by their dates hugging them from behind. "Hi." The males greeted them as Serena turned shy when Changgu back-hugged her before he pecked her on the cheek although she didn't say anything, but just quickly returned the same gesture after Changgu sat down. "Hi to you, too." Melanie smiled as she turned her head to kiss her boyfriend and greeted him warmly compare to her sister. "I'm surprised your not wearing black." Yuto chuckled before taking the free seat next to her. "I wanted to, but the boys changed the color of my suit and I didn't notice until it was too late."

"Well, you still look good either way." She patted his thigh as he leaned in for another kiss. "Thanks." He then eyed her outfit with a tender smile. "I'm glad that you turned out even more stunning now that I see the overall image." "And I have you to thank for that although we aren't matching." "Still, I happy to know that the earrings really complement the dress and you." Yuto chuckled as he and Melanie share another kiss. "I swear you've become really cheesy lately." "I owe it all to you." "Stop." Their moment was soon interrupted when someone let out a cough to get their attention.

Both Yuto and Melanie turned to the source of it. "Anyways, I'll be borrowing Serena for the rest of the night if you don't mind Melanie and leaving the two of you lovebirds to your own thing that was going on earlier before I interrupted." Changgu grinned as he pulled Serena to her feet as Melanie shook her head with a smile while casting a look in Serena's direction. "Nope, I don't mind at all. Actually, Yeo One, you can keep her forever." "I wouldn't mind that." "Hey, I'm still here, y'know?" Serena interjected causing the other three to laugh before she was whisked away somewhere with Changgu leading the way.

"I hope those two finally make it offical. He's been driving us crazy on whether to ask her tonight or not for weeks now." Yuto said as he watched his friend before the couple disappeared from view. "Well, Yuto, for all of us he better because she's driving me and our friends crazy with the late night talks they've been having lately." "Which reminds me that I wanted to ask you something, Melanie." Yuto said as he brought his girlfriend's attention back onto him causing him to turn a bit shy. "So I know it's kind of late since winter break starts next week and we all get to go home."

"Mmhmm." Melanie hummed as she waited patiently for her boyfriend to continue. "Well, I was wondering, well more like hoping if you would..." He suddenly grew quiet and avoided eye contact, but he took a hold of her hands in his for comfort. "If I would what?" She leaned closer so that he would look at her while squeezing his hand in reassurance for him to continue. "It's okay, Yuto. You can ask me whatever it is that you wanna ask me." Yuto let out a long breath as he faced Melanie with a little more confidence than before. "If you would come back home with me to meet my family for the holidays?"

Melanie froze as she stared at the male. "Excuse me?" Yuto repeated his words as he slightly frowned after saying them. "I know it's sudden, but my mom really wants to meet you." "Oh so you be talking to your mom about me, huh?" Melanie teased causing Yuto to grow flustered at the revelation. "Yeah, but it would be cool if you could come." "I would love to, but I already made plans with my own parents." Melanie cast the male an apologetic look before smiling after seeing his dejected expression. "But I think I could convince them that I can visit another time since they'll still have Serena."

Yuto brightened upon hearing those words. "Really?" Melanie nodded. "But that would mean my mom would want to meet you, too when we have another break." She told him after as Yuto grinned while nodding. "That's fine. I really don't mind." He leaned forward to give Melanie a peck on the lips. "Thank you." "For?" "For agreeing to come see my parents, especially my mom." "Well, you're very welcome then. Anyways, how long do I have to mentally prepare myself?" "Um, tomorrow?" "Wow, really?" "I did say it was kind of last minute." "That's hella last minute." "I know, but I'll help you prepare." "You  better." The two shared another kiss.

Meanwhile for the other couple Changgu had led Serena away from the venue and outside so it would be just the two of them. "Green's a really good color on you." Changgu complimented as Serena smiled while the two walked hand-in-hand. "Well, I hope so, Changgu, since you were the one that picked it out." "Haha, did I?" Changgu asked like he didn't know. "I have good taste." "Again, I would hope so since I'm your date." "And I wouldn't have it any other way, Serena." Changgu said as he stopped walking causing Serena to stop as well and she turned to face him.

"Thanks for coming, Serena." He smiled at her before casting her a knowing look. "Although I have a feeling it took Melanie to convince you to actually come?" Serena shyly chuckled as she bit her inner cheek out of habit and nodded. "Maybe just a little or so. Okay, maybe it was a lot, but I'm here aren't I?" Changgu laughed as he leaned in to peck her on the cheek. "Yes, you are and I appreciate it." Serena smiled as she looked around the place. "Alright so, what are we supposed to do now?" The female finally returned her gazed back onto the male who was shyly looking at her and Serena's eyebrows furrowed. "Um, you okay?"

Changgu let out an awkward cough before taking both of her hands into his. "I've been wanting to ask you something for weeks now although I've liked you a lot longer than that." "Mmhmm." "And I'm really hoping if you would say yes once I ask you." "And that would be?" Serena inquired although she had a feeling of what it could be, but wanted to make sure so she waited for him to continue. "Well, Serena," He began although there was a long pause before he mustered up enough courage to finally asked Serena that one question that's been floating in his head since some time in November, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Do I have to answer?" Serena teased which caused Changgu to instantly frown upon hearing her words and how she was reacting to the question and Serena tried to bring the mood back up. "I'm sorry, Changgu. I was just teasing, but I think I might have taken it a bit far." She looked down and heard him sigh a second later. "It's okay, Serena. I guess I was just expecting something too much that it wasn't really gonna happen in the end after all." Changgu admitted with a flat tone and Serena looked up to see him with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Let's get back to the others and enjoyed the rest of the night." The male said as he turned away while letting go of Serena's hands. "Changgu, wait." The female said as she took a hold of his hand again causing the male to face her again with a confused expression although he remained quiet. "Changgu, I, well, I, yes." She agreed although Changgu had no idea what she meant by it until he actually processed her words and broke out into a bright grin. "Really?" "Yes." Serena re-confirmed as the male soon wrapped his arms around the female's body before placing a kiss onto her lips.

"Now I can finally change your contact number to 'My Girlfriend' with a heart." Changgu grinned as Serena rolled her eyes. "And currently?" "My Soon-To-Be-Girlfriend." "Wow. Should I change yours to 'My Boyfriend' with a heart then?" Changgu nodded in approval. "What did you save me as?" "Yeo Changgu." "What, Serena? That's too much." He pouted as she laughed before placing a kiss onto his cheek to cheer him up. "Don't worry, Changgu. I'll change it since you're my boyfriend now." "Oh, right. You have to." He grinned as he laced their fingers together. "How about a dance?" "For you, okay." Changgu chuckled as he led them back inside.

[11browneyedbombshell11]

"Pretty For a Black Girl", The Lifestyle of Defying Black Stigma and Correcting Ignorance. By Tiana Colbert

I was waiting for the bus stop one day during a long red light when suddenly, a car of young attractive hispanic men pulled up. I could feel their eyes staring at me even though I was not looking directly at them. “Excuse me, what are you?” They asked me. I paused before answering “I’m BLACK.” Emphasis on BLACK. The expression on their face showed how unexpected my answer was. “Oh.. you’re BEAUTIFUL.” They concluded. I narrowed my eyes at them as they drove off. They could not believe a black girl could be so appealing. I had to have had some other mix in there.

There's no better feeling than being singled out as "drop dead gorgeous" by a complete stranger. That is, until they go on to say that "a beautiful black girl is hard to find." A statement that freezes me into shock every time. I receive that same old backhanded compliment often, but it never gets easier. And even though I've been trained to respond by asking "What do you mean by that?" or "Are Black girls not suppose to be beautiful?" I've yet to muster up the courage to confront it accordingly. Countless non-black men have felt the need to recognize my beauty by putting down my entire race, but there's no need for that. These men fail to see that my blackness is what makes me beautiful. They have been mislead by stereotypes, and have no clue what the extent of their words portray. It is not my blackness alone, but how I communicate that attracted them to me. The fixation of black stigmas are poisonous to our image, especially when people expect me to act a certain way and are unable to handle African Americans who do not fulfill the stereo type. I've come to find is that this needs to be corrected. Otherwise, they will never learn. Telling a black girl that she is "Pretty For a Black Girl." is one of the most ill mannered comments you can make. After having said those words to me, men don't understand why it hurts.

Men don't realize what they're actually saying when they say "You're Pretty For a Black Girl." Everybody has a preference. I'm not telling anyone who to be attracted to. However, when you're dealing with a beautiful black girl, you don't tell her she's beautiful and then elaborate on how her race of people aren't as attractive as other like she's some kind of rare jewel that is hard to get your hands on. I am astounded by the tactlessness of men who preach this to me. Do they not realize how hurtful that is? You're not complimenting me, but rather insulting me and my entire race at the same time. I don't feel special, I feel disrespected. " Beautiful Black girls are hard to find." Have you been living under a rock? There's beautiful black women every where! Prejudice hinders the ignorant from seeing past stigma.

It felt as though it was not my BLACKNESS that attracted them, but my long silky hair weave that got their attention. It’s not like black women don’t have their own hair, We certainly do. But 50% of black women are hiding their natural hair with wigs, weaves or hair extensions. This is typically in order to assimilate with the Media’s definition of beauty, which is not black. However, I am finding more and more black women are going natural in order to grow back their long lost hair. They were forced to process it by impatient parents who did not have time to care of high maintenance hair. And then again some black women simply enjoying relaxing their hair.

I can’t understand how society bases black people on the village idiot of black people. Those who aren’t exposed to real life black people, but instead Sha-Nay-Nay, BAPs or Dejanay on television are doomed when they finally cross paths with an actual black woman. Black women are still women, so why bring race into it? You can tell her she’s beautiful without basing her off of how far she is from stereo. Stereo types are based on facts but overly exaggerated and hard to get rid of. When I was growing up, I found that all the blonde girls I knew were exceptionally smart. Did they work harder to be “A” students in order to beat the stereotype of being a dumb blonde? Sometimes I feel like I have something to prove too. But I am who I am because of the environment I was raised in. Every time my mom caught me speaking in ebonics, she cracked that whip you call a tongue and chewed me out. Not every black girl is a “ratchet” hoe with trust and anger issues. The dilemma of being an articulate African American growing up are people challenging your blackness. If you’re black, but you don’t act it, then you must be trying to be white, right? Hell no. Once again society identifying black people with a stereotype based on the village idiot of black people. Keegan Michael Key based one of his stand ups on his mother sitting in front of the television watching the news, praying that who ever robbed that bank and shot three people were not black. “Please don’t be black, please don’t be black!” Eyes closed fingers crossed. Cause if one black person acts like this, then in the eyes of world, we all do.

I have received compliments from awkward non-black men such as “I love your skin tone.” And though it comes out funny, I appreciate it. It’s way better than “I thought I didn’t like black girls, and then I met you, so I GUESS I do like black girls.” Such cringe worthy comments make me want to kick someone in the balls. Preferably the ignoramus that dare echo those words. Interracial dating may come off trendy, but you’re likely to heed warning from your fellow (insert race here). When I was in high school, there was a girl in my math class that swore up and down that she wouldn’t be caught dead dating a white guy. She said you couldn’t trust them. “No matter how much he says he loves you, marries you, has children with you —- in the back of his mind he’s thinking it, NIGGER.” Then you had the black guys who were strictly into interracial dating. This has left a number of my girl friends unsure where to turn. But just like how not every black girl reflects the stereo type, not every black man prefers white women and not every white guy dating a black girl is thinking “NIGGER” every time he looks at his significant other.

[namjoonchronicles]

[Final: Mutual Ver.] Tumbleweed, Her (M) #20 - [BAP] Mafia!Au

[A/N] Three versions, remember? Now you know why it took so long. I couldn’t decide.

Ever been stuck between two roads? Have you ever been so terrified about something you can’t change?

Ever wonder what life the human next to you could be living? Can you cry out loud and tell everyone how you feel? Can you say the exact words your hearts are telling you to feel and make them understand?

Ever realized how small you are, when you stand in the midst of endless crowds of strangers? Did you ever looked in the television screen and wondered, why powerful people are powerful and why are you, you? Ever think of that?

Daehyun was thrown in jail. He lives in orange jumpsuits now. Because of his threats and the things that he knew, once the prosecutors got their claws on him, he was never going to escape. The only thing he set his life for have stabbed him in his back. And it’s a lonely life he chose. He was standing behind brick walls, never to see freedom. His cases were confiscated and retained. He realised now that avenge is difficult, when you’re up against the wrong people. He spent hours looking out a small window, smiling grimly. “The powerful stays powerful.”

The radio through the cell echoed to his. “President Kim and his son, Kim Himchan is seen leaving the Congress room after the declaration has been made.” Indeed, Daehyun’s accusation was correct. Kim Himchan’s father proceeds to become the next president in the recent elections, and he brought some pretty famous names, along with him. Himchan had been regularly seeing his therapist. He worked from home and was under close watch from his father’s men. Which wasn’t a difficult task. He had the leash around his son’s neck, handled by a man no other than Lee Jaehan’s son: Moon Jongup.

Moon Jongup escaped the shooting because his men wasn’t going to let him die. The gunshots that were heard are from his men. The gas that was released and aided his escape while you dropped to your knees, was his teams’. Yes. He is alive and is actively monitoring the blue house, Korea’s National Presidential House. Jongup is tatted up to his upper arm, he still had the dragon tattoo on his back. His hair is now platinum blonde. The words used to describe him?

Ruthless. Handsome. Devil.

Jongup had a slaughterhouse he uses to do his evil deeds. It reeks dried blood in there. Jongup had to wear black mask every time he walks in. A dozen men walked in before him, and they parted in the middle to make way for him. Fleshes of cows hanging from the ceiling, dogs barking. He entered when his conmen was pouring ‘taste enhancer’ liquid on the men who is strapped on the plastic chair underneath a light. “...Please save me. Please don’t kill me.” This men in his 30s begged, when Jongup stood awaiting his men to bring him his chair. “...I didn’t know that the packages were carrying less than promised!” He starts sputtering meaningless words. Meaningless, as Jongup would convey.

Jongup visibly rolled his eyes to the side. A young lady made them a coffee as the ‘discussion’ was in session. Jongup’s expression remains unfazed. He stood up suddenly, kicking the stool back. And the strapped man whimpered. The dogs growled. Their salivas dripping down to the dirty blood stained floor. Hungry and growing insane by the scent of flesh. Jongup moves his hand to one finger and twisted out a red ruby ring, a titanium black diamond studded one, followed by the one carved in gold. He still had his mask on. Moon Jongup moves to the helpless man and tilted his head to one side, then to the other. “Forgive me, good sir! I swear I didn’t know!” He cried and then a slap across his face was delivered by Jongup’s merciless hand. Jongup wiggles his mouth out of the mask and hissed, “...Now that would have hurt a lot more if I had left the rings on.”

The poor man groans in pain as he fall to the floor, on his side. Jongup kicks the chair away and the dogs were just lurching forward, barking for release. The stench from the man was unbearable. “You know very well, I don’t like liars. I’ll send your children to a good orphanage. People like you shouldn’t breed, he took a white handkerchief to wipe the blood off of his fingers, before he commanded an eerie instruction, “...pour more on his manhood. Let the boys rip em’ off.” Jongup fastens his mask back on and walked out of the premise without a stain. The dogs were released upon Jongup leaving and the man was left to be devoured by canines.

That was how Jongup kept his late father’s reign going.

And he had Himchan under his nose, most of the time. He had a lot in his hands, being Himchan’s family’s bodyguards. All the men surrounding the family were Jongup’s men. But when they end up in bar fights, Jongup will have to answer to one man. And that man is Yongguk. Lieutenant Bang Yongguk, standing beside his car, with his arms crossed, wearing Reuben glasses. Jongup tils his chin up and then to the side, leaves the car that was suppose to take him to the city, and approached Yongguk. “Business is good?” Yongguk asked.

“...Did my boys bother your turf again? I told them not to.” He shoves both hands into his pocket, looking boastful. “Beer?” Yongguk invited. Jongup smiled intently, scoffing and looked at Yongguk through his bangs. “What kind of cop goes out drinking with a gangster. Does that even make sense.” Jongup turns his heel and head to the opposite direction, turning his back to Yongguk but one mention of a name, had his steps halted to a complete stop. “She asks me about you.” Yongguk’s voice darted through the wind, into his heart. Jongup’s stone cold heart. “What do I tell her?”

Jongup’s eyes turned glassy for brief moment before he sternly replied, “Tell her…” He pauses, breathes in and bit his lower lip, his eyes shake, and he frowned to the view ahead, “...Tell her. I’m fucking dead.”

“You are a living corpse.” Yongguk commented. “Who you’re trying to fool?!”

Jongup had his car doors opened for him. “Myself!”

The recent conversation with Jongup’s broken soul had given Yongguk an unwanted headache, so he found himself in Youngjae’s drugstore for a quick relief. “You know if you keep stalling, she’s going to lose it.” Youngjae brought him a beer and nothing else. Yongguk gave him suspicious eyes, “It’s not like you to promote drinking.” Youngjae scoffs as he snaps one can open for himself, “I’d be half dead drinking if I were you.” Yongguk drops his head to what Youngjae said.

“...I told you. I’m stupidly in love with her.” Yongguk downed the hall can in one go. “I know you’re a heavy weight, but you got a long way home still.” Youngjae watched Yongguk set the empty can on the table and scrunched it like he would a paper. Then he saw you and Junhong passing Youngjae’s pharmacy in a delightful mood. Totally oblivious to the whole situation.

Junhong rubs the back of his neck in a shy smile. “Noona, I was thinking if I could spend the night with mom, tonight.” He was a bit hesitant in his voice and you quickly replied, “Why not. Take Yongguk with you, he’d be ecstatic. I wonder where he is. It’s getting really late. Could he be caught up with a new case? He usually would text me if he is.” You slide your phone out and tap the screen to see no new messages. “I’m actually getting worried.” You hummed. “You worry about everybody…” Junhong kicks the air.

“Did you pack the things already? Mom don’t have much in her house so it’s best to be prepared. Bring in some extra cash too.” You told him. “It’s almost 9pm, you must hurry if you want to catch the bus home to mom.” You reminded him. Junhong sprinted back home to get his things. Junhong almost sped past Youngjae’s pharmacy. He was glad the pharmacy was still open. He walked to see Yongguk downing his third can of beer. Youngjae barely managing to stay sober.

“You went out with noona and returned without her?” Yongguk asked, he wasn’t drunk at all. Junhong nodded. “Can you send me to mom’s? I was going to stay there a few night.” Junhong asked politely. “I want to, but I’m a little drunk. I can call someone to help.” Yongguk reaches for his phone and dialled a number.

Jongup was sitting on a semi circle couch watching the clubbing scene turned raunchy as it goes deeper to the night. He had a special room on the upper level that is far more quiet than the rest of the club. Jongup glide his eyes over to his phone that’s an arm reach. It’s flashing Yongguk’s name. He slid his hand on it and answered the call. “...Junhong? Sure.” He said and hung up. After commanding one of his men to fetch, Jongup returned to his ‘entertainment’.

He switched his attention to his iPad, where it shows grids of surveillance camera on various corner in the club. Doing a little bit of ‘housekeeping’ he would say. The camera view switches from one to another with a swipe of his finger. He changed the entire see-through glass mirror into his own desktop.

His men kept him occupied. His needs were attended. Jongup kept his mind going. Constantly thinking about expanding the turf, providing top notch security for the community that pays him. Stopping young kids from violence and petty theft, teaching them martial arts and keeping them in school.

The reason why he kept himself so busy is because. It was the only way he knows how. How to keep you out of his head. His schedule was repetitive. Draining him and swallowing him as a whole. Sometimes, it’s never about who you think of when you’re alone at night. Sometimes, it's about who you think of in the scorching daylight. And for Jongup, it’s you.

Day and night, he tries to numb it out with punches on the punching bags, liquor and medications. Until it all got too much.

Until one night, through the same surveillance camera, he saw one, painfully, familiar face. Jongup stood up from his couch to approach the massive screen in front of him. He touched your face with the back of his hand. “Where is this surveillance cam from?”

“The second floor bar. She’s a regular here, sir.” His henchmen answered.

Jongup exhales through his nose, dipping his hands into his pocket, looking down. “Bang Yongguk. I told you to take care of her. What is she doing here.” He muttered under his breath. “I told you she does what she wants. Until you come and see her, she’s going to keep on doing this.” Yongguk hisses through the phone call.

It had gotten to the point where Jongup had to do the unthinkable.

Dozens of girls entered the VIP room. That VIP room is located by the second floor, where the bar you frequent to is. Dozens of sexy looking girls, young girls entered the VIP room, gleefully laughing, giggling their heads off. You watched them enter with bitter heart. “Another glass of… whatever this is.” You swirled the remaining liquid with a loose wrist. The bartender nodded and handed a new glass. You silently thanked him. “The owner is having a party inside.” The bartender explained.

Then you heard shufflings of footsteps behind you. And there he was. It didn’t take long for you to recognise that handsome devilish face. He was accompanied by many men, like him, young and able. Black suits, black dress shirt. His hair is that electrifying blue, still. Your mouth went dry as he walked right pass you, not even a glint. He just… walked away. His eyes burning to the view ahead and he entered the same room the girls had entered.

“I need…” you mumbled, “Something a little stronger than this.” The bartender repeated, “A little?”

“A lot. Stronger.” You corrected. “How strong?” He asked. “Like ‘I’m about to murder a son of a bitch’ kind of strong.” You grabbed him by the collar.

Jongup didn’t pay any attention to the girls but only find his thoughts hammering. He was quickly taken to a recent phone call to Yongguk.

“What do you plan to do?” Yongguk asked. “I’m going to really… break her.” Jongup thought, but never said. “Just be prepared. With the consequences.” Jongup hung up.

3...2...1.

The door blasted open. The party didn’t stop when you walked in. You scanned through the room and caught a pair of eyes. Hawk pair of eyes, lustrous, staring darkly at you. You pushed through the crowd of drunkards, certain that he won’t be leaving your sights anytime soon. The girls growls at you, telling you to ‘watch it’. And upon your arrival to his seating area, girls on each end, he stood up.

You gave him a bitter smile. What was that. Fear? Ego? Hostility? You thought. There’s something in his eyes. The gentle stares aren’t there at all. It was burning gaze. He had his suit off, his dark blue dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. And you gave him something he deserves.

A slap across his delectable face. Hard. Cold. Merciless.

A stinging pain. His men started a commotion but with a wave of his hand, they stopped. Now, the party stops.

“What girl dares to slap the boss’s face?” One of his men whispered. “His girl.” The other replied. “Party’s over girls.” The girls were ushered out of the room by force.

“How dare you.” You marched right at him, shoving him until he stumbles back. With every sentences, you pushed him.

“I was waiting for you,” shove, “I spend nights, crying because of you,” push, “And you’re partying with girls half your age?! How many are you sleeping with?” You pushed him down the chair and he, not once, fought back. He looks up at you when you stopped. Those gentle eyes are back. They are back, and they’re haunting you.

He blinks softly, like a pup. Although his arms are covered with tattoos, marks and wounds so deep, it remains a scar, his body was in pain as his souls were, he was nothing like the dragon he had on his wrist. Nothing like the snakes he had high up on his elbows, the tip of it’s tail engulfing his forearm. He’s nothing like the compass he had on his neck, for he is lost and afraid and terribly in love. He straightens up in his seat, reaches for your arm, pulls you gently.

And he wrapped his arm around your thigh, and nuzzled his face to your stomach. You felt the tip of his nose dipped and his arms strengthen their grasp, it flexed. He hasn’t said a word. “You have no idea… the things I do. To forget you.” You heard him say. All you could see was his blue hair, and even after what he did--ignoring you, disappearing from you, gave you to Yongguk-- you wanted to believe that he was doing it, because he had to.

“Let me go, Jongup.” You growled, pushing his hands away, but he proved that man is stronger that he didn’t budge a bit. “...Moon Jongup.” He straightened his knees and towered you. “Don’t.” You warned him. “Then why are you here?” He shot. “Because I’m worried about you!” You roared in his face. He continued to stare deep into you, as if he is looking at your soul, your naked soul. He fluttered his eyes closed as he inches into you.

Deafening silence was all you hear. The familiar ringing in your head, the warm feeling in the pit of your stomach. “Do you want me?” You whispered to his mouth. He paused, and he shook his head, touching your cheek with his very own. And you were astounded at this. Is he still trying to play it cool?

“Need.” He panted, “I need you.”

He picks you up, wrapped your leg around his waist and have you backed up against the nearest wall. You instantly became light headed, bewitched under his skillful touches. The lips that you missed so much is against the most the sensitive parts of your skins. His fingertips memorizes all the spots it caresses, like his lips were.

The morning after, you were on his king-sized bed, on the top of the building he owned. His beautiful tatted up back was the first thing you saw, and you curiously palm them, drawing your forefingers on them and smiling at the view of it. All mine.

You plant kisses along those beautiful inks, along his shoulders, pushing your body towards his and you were surprised that he was still sound asleep at this. So you peeked over his shoulder, and you saw his angelic face. It looked like he’s gotten the best sleep in his life. Although he had his back turned on you, your other arm was in his grasp, slipped under his side. You fisted them then relax them, repeatedly, to keep the blood flowing. You traced your lips up the back of his neck, sniffing his gorgeous scent. “...Baby.” You whispered to the shell of his ear before planting a kiss on it. He hummed back.

Turning to you, bringing the back of your hand to his lips. He buries his face into your neck. “A few more hours.” He murmured against your nape. Your fingers plays with his hair. “Yongguk is calling me.” You blinked. “Tell him you’ll be late.” He said, sliding his tongue on your weak spot. You gasped a little. “I can’t. The engagement is today.” You told him. “...I better mark you then.” He starts sucking onto your skin before you push him away.

On the aisle, Yongguk is in his best suit, next to Youngjae, tapping on his phone furiously. “I knew this would happen. I fucking knew this would happen.” Yongguk blew hot air to his forehead and threw his deadly glances to the end of the aisle where you were suppose to appear from. Himchan who notices the anxious eyes the groom had, threw a glint at the entrance as well. “Where the hell is she.” He whispered. Junhong signals Youngjae and Youngjae nodded.

You ran into Junhong’s arm. “That’s a cute suit.” You greeted him, Junhong pouted cutely, “You’re late.” You scratched your head a bit, “Blame Jongup.” Junhong exhales. “This has got to be the weirdest wedding I’ve ever been to.”

“You don’t go to a lot of weddings.” You rolled your eyes and the march begins. Yongguk gave a sheepish smile, arching an eyebrow. “How is he okay with this. You dating him and Jongup, why.” Junhong starts blabbering. “...I didn’t ask for this okay. This is between him and Jongup. I marry Yongguk and continue seeing Jongup. The main point is that I remain safe. And Himchan will never get to me either.” You smiled, stringently. A long way down the aisle it was. “Anyways, I hope you take care both of them well. I love you.” Junhong said as he lets you go into Yongguk’s arm.

“...Hope so.” You smiled at Yongguk. You exchanged vows, and kissed on the lips. “I can smell Jongup on you.” Yongguk said, a fake smile on his face as he waved away the audiences. “Kiss me more, and he’ll disappear.” You replied. “Did you tell him about the honeymoon week?” Yongguk snaps. “Not yet. I thought you were going to tell him.” You shot.

“I’ll let Junhong do that. Oh! How about the movie this weekend?” Yongguk asked. “Wait. Isn’t it next week? I have golf with Jongup, this Sunday.” You scowled as you walked down the stairs hand in hand with Yongguk towards the limousine. “I thought we agreed, odd weeks are mine, even weeks are his.” Yongguk gritted his teeth. “Why can’t both of you be at the movies and the golf course.” You rolled your head.

“Because I’m the lawfully wedded husband, and he’s the lover.” Yongguk grumbled. “The more the merrier. I will definitely not get kidnapped like I did before.” You winked. “Not on my watch.” Jongup clicked his tongue, passing both of you.

Himchan probably didn’t get jail time like Daehyun did, but he was under Jongup’s control. And because of it, he had been behaving well.

Youngjae is now a writer in a small-scale online website that centres around travelling, so when he’s not in Seoul, being your best friend, he is at the rest of the world, enjoying life and writing.

Junhong went back to college, with full tuition fees paid by both Jongup and Yongguk and Himchan’s parents. He is doing pretty well with average grades.

Daehyun is facing minimum 7 years in prison, and is now waiting for parole approval, but there’s a thin chance in that. So he had recently started a book.

Yongguk is a senior lieutenant now, with high profile cases and is often out of the city to solve them but has a good pay that he wanted to share with you. He had the stability and a good image. He was brought up in a slum and now is blossoming more and more with you by his side. So when he is not around you, he gets anxious. And that’s where Jongup comes in.

Jongup’s job is to protect you. He will be around when Yongguk is not. He provide you with infinite safety and love, when needed. He’s a dangerous man, so he can never marry. Although he is sharing with Yongguk, he knows that only he is getting the good. Yongguk is just there to provide. The real husband, is indeed, Moon Jongup. But at night, now that’s a whole different story. Right daddy Yongguk?

[A/N] Are you sure...? Those penetrating gaze can have me anytime of the day ay papi. Thank you so much for the love given to this fanfic ever since the start. Please continue to support the boys and their awesomeness (especially my Uppie his new song Try My Luck /he needs my body on him lol/ is my jam nowadays, and Yongguk’s Yamazaki,  hence the birth of this fanfic). I know I told you guys there will be three versions of endings. I ain’t lying. Like and reblog, and feel free to come inbox me anytime.

[Yongguk Ver.] [Jongup Ver.]

[notalk-justthought]

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i didnt expect to be asked all these questions in one go but here we are 

HOKAY so 

wow that’s a lot more questions that i thought lmao imma put it under a read all thing cuz it’s a lot 

chocolate: when was your first kiss? -hasn’t happened yet

french vanilla: how old are you? -the tender and weird age of 19

cotton candy: three places you want to travel to? -Canada, Japan and Australia

strawberry: a language you wish you could speak? -Spanish i already know a fair amount already and it’s practical

coffee: favorite cosmetic brands? -the only thing i own that’s probably  remotely considered makeup that i have with me right now is burt’s bees chapstick lmao

mint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors? -yes

cookie dough: do you play any instruments? -yeah, i play piano a bit

rocky road: favorite songs at the moment? -Wonderland by Caravan Palace and DIP-BAP by THE ORAL CIGARETTES

butter pecan: favorite songs for life? -Everybody Wants to be a Cat from The Aristocats

cheesecake: what’s your zodiac sign? -the crab

toasted coconut: the beach or the pool? -beach

chocolate chip: what’s your most popular post? -oh god um this

bubblegum: books or movies? -hm… movies only because it’s the only thing other than tumblr that can grab my attention when im procrastinating

pistachio: manga or anime? -anime i guess? i don’t really read manga or watch anime much anymore

salted caramel: favorite movies? -The Aristocats, Shaun of the Dead,  Silence of the Lambs and Tangerine (it’s such a mix of genres i know)

birthday cake: favorite books? -i havent read a book in a while, but the Memoirs of the Mausoleum trilogy/series, uhhh The Living and The Hunted are good too

moose tracks: favorites for manga? -idk 

orange sherbet: favorites for anime? -bnha (im not caught up tho), ouran

peanut butter: favorite academic subject? -creative writing and animation

black raspberry: do you have any pets? -my mom has two cats and my dad has two cats whom i all love dearly

mango: when and why did you start your blog? -i made my blog in like may of 2013 because i thought why not and it was the best and worst decision i have made in my life

mocha: ideal weather conditions? -kinda sunny but cold, like the ideal autumn weather which hasn’t happened consistently long enough

black cherry: four words that describe you?- openminded, foolish, kind, loyal (idk im a mess sometimes)

neapolitan: things that stress you out? -my inability to get my classwork done until the day of due to procrastination 

raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music? -honestly idk, like im listening to childish gambino now but the next song could easily be from a musical

chocolate marshmallow: favorite brands of candy? -snickers, kit-kats, twizzlers (i can eat red vines, but there’s something about them where i cant love them entirely)

toffee: a card game that you’re good at? -concentration or spoons (okay spoons can be dangerous af i could have died that one time, luckily we were using plastic spoons)

lemon custard: do you eat breakfast? -yeah

dark chocolate: turn ons? -people who smell good, are passionate in what they believe in (okay i dont think about turn ons and turn offs that much so yeah…)

fudge: turn offs? -people who smoke, rude to others (idk what else havent made a list yet lmao)

peach: how do you relax? -listen to music, drink tea, take a nap (well try to)

praline: a popular book you haven’t read yet? -Murder on the Orient Express

superman: do you like sweaters? -yes

cherry: do you drink tea or coffee? -yes but not at the same time, i tried that last year and i hated it

dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play? -guitar or the accordion 

blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried? -yeah

ginger: a new feature you wish tumblr could have? -a feature to not fuck up with every update they put out

blueberry lemon: favorite blogs? -dude that’s way too many to list

almond: favorite mean girls quote? -you go glenn coco (i havent seen it in a while and i know there are better ones, but i cant think of any others rn)

butterscotch: what color are your nails right now? -clear? im not wearing nail polish 

cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to? -uhhh does that one time in 12th grade where a girl wrote in my yearbook that she wanted to take me out some time count as a confession? if so then yes (and i ended up not going out with her which is a shame tbh she was nice)

blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone? -i sure have

cappuccino crunch: do you take naps? -sometimes

mint: the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done? -there was this one time in 5th grade where i misheard one of the after school group leaders and thought she said for the girls to wash their hands before snack time and started to tell the girls around me and then i realized that i made a mistake and they started to laugh about it and because i was hella sensitive (im a cancer so it makes sense) i cried for like an hour and i had to go see the school nurse

brownie batter: do you like sushi? -yes dude i havent had sushi in a while…

key lime: where do you want to be right now? -somewhere not at school and with my friend daria

red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses? -yeah

green tea: favorite flavors of ice cream? -mint chocolate chip, salted caramel, rocky road

[jae-bummer]

Forever

Request: Could I request a tooth-achingly sweet soulmate!au for Zelo (B.A.P)? Like the kind where they have the tattoo of each other’s names? Also, I’m so so happy you’re back!! 💖💖

Pairing: BAP’s Zelo x Reader

Genre: Fluff

You grumbled to yourself as you scratched at the irritated patch of skin on your forearm. “Maybe I can just get it covered up.” 

“Don’t you dare!” your best friend gasped, smacking you lightly on the shoulder. “That’s your destiny!” 

“A person is not my destiny,” you argued. “I decide my own destiny.” 

“Right, you just don’t decide the person you share your destiny with,” she chuckled, looking over the edge of her glasses. 

Shooting her a glare, you looked back down to your coffee, eager to end this conversation and down the cup. “So where are you going on holiday?” 

“Spain - what’s your tattoo say?” she asked, setting her own cup down with a smile. 

You rolled your eyes before gingerly tucking the skin into your body and away from her. “Zel. He sounds like a Power Rangers villain.” 

“I was thinking more Dragon Ball Z,” she nodded, her grin growing more ferocious by the moment. “But calm down, I’m certain it isn’t done yet.” 

“Whoever decided one letter would appear at a time didn’t truly know the meaning of cruel and unusual punishment,” you muttered. “And how did you get so lucky?”

Your best friend giggled as she looked down at her tattoo, her soulmate’s name etched in it’s completion. Her attention then diverted to the fat engagement ring balanced on her finger. “Everyone in my family got their tattoos early. I guess it’s an inherited trait.” 

Chewing on your lip, you tried to avoid eye contact. Not only were you privileged to live in a society that’s romantic policies seemed to operate based off of systematic genetic mutations, but those mutations also appeared at different times for different people. 

Imagine your shock and horror when all of your friends had their soulmates names begin to show up at your twelfth birthday party. 

But your skin remained untouched. 

It wasn’t until recently that your own black scribble had begun to appear, and in recent days, had been picking up letters with speed. 

“Where are you going on holiday?” your friend asked, noticing your silence.

You let out a sigh before giving a small nod. “South Korea.”

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“But why does it hurt?” Zelo pouted, draping his arm over Yongguk’s leg. 

“Because it’s a tattoo,” his older, former member chuckled, patting his arm in return. 

“But it’s not like...a tattoo, tattoo,” he muttered, eying the letters on his arm. “It doesn’t feel the same.” 

“You’re right,” Yongguk nodded. “It feels worse.” 

“You know, there’s a flaw in the system,” Zelo groaned. “What if someone has the same name? Then what?” 

“Then you hope you find the right one,” Yongguk chuckled. “I’ve never heard of that happening though. The universe has it’s ways.”

“It would be just my luck if I found the wrong someone with the right name,” Zelo groaned, glancing down to his tattoo. The words written so plainly in English eluded him. He wasn’t entirely certain of the pronunciation, but knew it was definitely someone who used English as one of their primary languages. That’s how the tattoos normally worked. They would appear as a native tongue, or at least in a language your soulmate spoke. It gave you the opportunity to learn it as well before meeting for the first time and becoming terribly confused. 

“Think about it this way,” Yongguk sighed. “It’s not the wrong person, it’s just you taking a little control of the situation.” 

“I feel like that was meant to be comforting,” Zelo grumbled. “Can’t you give me better wise words than that?” 

“Trust the system,” Yongguk smiled. “That’s the only option we have.” 

“Come on!” Zelo gasped. “Don’t you want to give me some speech about disregarding the system and finding your own true soul mate and falling in love your own way?” 

“And then what?” Yongguk laughed. “Sure, you find someone you think you’re in love with, but then you bump into the person who is, in all actuality, the person who’s name is written on your arm. Talk about unnecessary complication.” 

Zelo furrowed his brows before leaning back into the couch again. “You’ve grown soft in your old age.”

“Nope,” Yongguk hummed. “I’ve just grown more wise. Why create complication and heartache for yourself when you can just follow how things are meant to be?” 

“But don’t you ever wonder about the what if?” 

“When you meet your soul mate...” Yongguk nodded. “The what if won’t matter.” 

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You couldn’t tell your best friend that there was a very specific reason for your holiday in Korea. Granted, the food was mouth watering, the history and culture was mesmerizing, and the fashion scene was incredible, but you had another reason to go. Sure, you had mentioned that your tattoo said “Zel,” but that was the only portion of it that you could actually read. 

The rest of it was in a very different language. 

A very different language that you had determined was Hangul. 

You were already in your second day of visiting Seoul when another letter appeared on your arm, an “o” following the “Zel” you were already familiar with. 

“Zelo,” you murmured to yourself, shimmying down your shirt sleeve before picking up your coffee from the Starbucks counter. “If that’s his English name...what a strange one to choose.” 

Lost in thought as you wandered out of the coffee shop and towards the street, you hardly noticed when a man passed by maybe a little too closely. You felt the pull before your legs could stop you. The uncomfortable feeling of falling took over as your unknowingly untied shoelace was caught under the stranger’s foot. 

You let out a noise somewhere between a squawk and a shout, tumbling toward the ground before a pair of strong hands caught you. Spinning your body, and pouring your coffee haphazardly across his white, button down, he grabbed you just as you were about to slam into the concrete. 

“Aish,” he groaned, standing you up on your own feet again. He winced as he looked down at you, struggling to find his words. “Are...you okay?” 

You winced as you glanced at his shirt, which was very much not okay. “I am, but your shirt.” 

“Shirt?” he laughed looking down. “It’s okay...just a shirt.” 

You watched as he began to unbutton the fabric around his wrists and roll his shirt sleeves up, his tan skin becoming more and more unclothed by the moment. 

You would have missed it if you weren’t watching, but just as you considered thanking him and turning away, a small, black scribble on his arm caught your attention. 

“Why...why is my name...why is my name on your arm?” you whispered. 

“Sorry,” the tall man said with a small bow. “My English...not so great.” 

You took a deep breath and shut your eyes for a moment before opening them again. “H-hello,” you stuttered out in uncertain Korean. “My name is Y/N.” 

“Y/N,” he said quietly, letting the words marinate on his lips. His eyes grew wide as he repeated it again, the understanding slowly coating his features. This time, he spoke in quiet, but clear english. “You are...?” 

“I think so,” you nodded, your ability to speak his language shaky at best. 

With slow fingers, he reached toward his sleeve, and began to fold the fabric further upwards towards his arm. Resting directly below the ditch of his elbow, sat your name in clear, block print. A small smile formed on his lips as he glanced shyly toward you. He was hesitant as he moved, stopping his hand several times before it finally met yours. As if static was waiting behind every touch, his fingertips shocked yours, but not enough to cause either of you to retreat. 

You allowed him to move your hands slowly, only stopping once your palm was wrapped around his forearm and your thumb brushed against the moniker you had written for decades now. 

“Soul mates...” Zelo said quietly. 

You gave him an encouraging nod, noting his English, or at least his English pertaining to this situation, was pretty effective. Taking your hand from his arm, you pulled up your sleeve as well, glancing at it fondly for the first time in your life. 

“My name?” he gasped, his eyes lighting up at the words. Without waiting he took your forearm in his grasp. As he eyed the lettering curiously, it gave you the opportunity to examine him more closely. He stood taller than you with short, dark hair, sticking out sharply from his forehead. His eyes were dark as well, so intensely brown that they were nearly black. A small stud sat in his perfect, button nose, adding another interesting facet to a face you could already stare at for hours. Your focus traced down his profile and toward his hand where his pointer finger trailed along your tattoo. 

“Zelo,” he nodded. “My stage name. I am rap...I am a rapper. ” He tapped at the word proudly, only moving on once you nodded as well. He moved on to the next letters, written in tight Hangul. “Choi-”

“Junhong,” you finished with a smirk. “Choi Junhong.”

Zelo leaned back, hardly able to contain the happiness in his expression. “I feel...so amazing...right now.” 

His hand slid down your arm, allowing himself the chance to let his fingers interlace with yours. “Mine,” he said quietly. “My soulmate.” 

“Yours,” you echoed in Korean. “Forever.” 

A small smile emerged on his lips before he looked up toward you. “Forever.”