#lay zhang x black!reader

[nofingjustaninchident]

just a little drunk - hoo boys

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content: percy jackson, leo valdez, jason grace and frank zhang x drunk!reader, best friends to lovers

warnings: mortal!au, alcohol consumption, dirty jokes, weed consumption, probably cursing.

a/n: i just discovered that i have a massive problem with writing. i literally took half an hour (at least) to write EACH one of those. terrible. just terrible. but i swear im trying to write more, it’s just cause i don’t have much creativity to write 😭

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now playing… party in the USA - miley cyrus

Percy Jackson

He was at the party. Of course he was at the party. Everyone says a party without Percy Jackson is not a party. But he was the DD of the night, so he was completely sober - which was a hard task for the party king.

That, until he saw you. On top of a table. Striping down- wait. Striping down?! Jesus Christ, he left you alone for five minutes- oh, you’re taking your shirt off.

Of course there’s a bunch of assholes standing there, telling you to keep going and screaming obscenities at you. But Percy didn’t have the time to be mad right now, he was too focused on you.

If he got there one second late, he and everyone else in that room would see the black lacy bra you was wearing, but thank goodness he got there before you did it.

“Alright, that’s enough for today, isn’t it, sweetheart?” He said, hugging you from behind and taking a very giggly you off the table. All the boys in the room started ‘booh’ing him, and he just flipped him the finger.

“Perce! I was having funnn!!” You complained, your words sloppy and smudgy as he basically dragged you back to his SUV. He just rolled his eyes and chuckled slightly.

“Y/n/n, you were about to strip in front of a lot of people. I’m sure you’d kill me tomorrow if i let that happen.” He said as he pushed you onto the car and pulled the seat down so you could lay against it.

“Hmm.. Yeah, i’d probably do that.” She said, the smile never leaving her face as she started mumbling random words.

He closed the door and walked towards the driver’s seat. He knew he couldn’t drive you back to his house now, since he had to wait for his friends, so he just turned the air conditioning on and pulled a blanket over you shoulders.

“Sleep for a little. I’ll take you to my home, hm? I’ll take care of you.” He said, taking the loose strands of hair off your face. You were just so pretty it was unbearable.

“Fine.. Thanks, Percy.” She said and drifted off to slumber.

After a few minutes of watching you sleep, he remembered that you’d hate to sleep with make up on, so he looked into the glove compartment and- aha! Of course you had left a few of your wet wipes there.

He started softly running the cloth against your face, cleaning it. When he was finally over, he kissed your nose slightly and smiled to himself, waiting for his friends so he could drive you home aswell.

Jason Grace

He was sleeping, as any normal person would at 2 am. But he was a light sleeper, and he woke up suddenly with his phone raining in his nightstand. He groaned and searched for both his glasses and the phone so he could see who was calling him so late in the night.

When he looked at the phone screen, he frowned in confusion. Why was Kayla calling him, out of nowhere? She usually didn’t call him, unless-

“Kayla?” He said as he picked up the phone, sitting in his bed and rubbing his eyes so he could try and forget the sleepiness that was threatening to win him over.

“Hey, Jason.. uh… i’m sorry for waking you up but, uh… i’m in a party with y/n-“ Y/n and parties? Never ever a good combination. “-And she doesn’t accept to go home unless it’s with you. She’s… drunk. Maybe high, too. Can you pick her up?”

Oh boy, he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to do that. “I’m on my way. Just… send me the address and i be there as soon as possible.”

“Fine- shut up, y/n! Stay here, no-“ And then the call was over.

My god, he thought, what’s she gotten herself into this time?

Kayla sent him the adress and he got into his car - a Lambo, gift from his absent father trying to make up for it - and got in the place the party was happening in less than ten minutes.

The first thing he noticed was the loud noise in the party. The second was you, laid down and making a snow angel in the grass. Funny sight.

“Y/n/n? My god, what in hell are you-“ He got cut off with you getting up and jumping on his arms, hugging him.

“Jase! I didn’t think you’d come!” You said, smiling brightly at your best friend. “Come on, let’s go to the party!”

You tried pulling his hand towards the house, but you weren’t already the strongest while sober, and drunk… e didn’t even flinch.

“No, honey, im taking you back to your house. You got enough drinking for today.” He said, pulling you by the waist towards him and placing you inside the car as you tried your hardest to get back to the party.

“As, come on! Buzzkill!” You whined, crossing your arms and pouting at him.

“Come on, i’ll buy you a slushee. What’d you think?” He asked. You immediately smiled. Drunk you was a very easily distracted person.

“Fine. But we’ll talk about that tomorrow.” He said, squeezing her shoulder softly as he drove towards the gas station.

“Whatever you say. Buzzkill.”

Leo Valdez

He was home watching a dumb tv show. He didn’t really bother with sleeping, since he knew his best friend was going to a party. And you plus party equals to a very drunk mess.

So when he finally got a call, he already knew it was you. It happens that he was right.

“Yes, cariño?” He asked, a smile plastered on his lips as soon as he heard your drunk giggles.

“Can you pick me up, fireboy?” You asked, your voice groggy and smudgy. But he knew it would probably be like that, so he was already expecting it.

“Course i can. Send me the address and i’m on my way.”

“Fine. Bye Valdeeezzzz..” You said before hanging up the phone with giggles and smiles.

He got where you were and you were being supported by one of your friends, who seemed pretty annoyed with the drunk version of you, all smiley and clingy to anyone around.

“Oh, thank god you’re here. I can’t stand her anymore.” Your friend said before basically dragging you towards the boy. “She’s all yours now.”

You were all smiles as you held Leo’s neck and pulled him close to you. “Leooooo! I missd’ ya!”

“Hey, cariño. You’re kinda drunk, aren’t you?” He asked before supporting your weight and taking you towards his car.

“What? Me? Nooo…” You said, giggling. You clearly smelled like pure alcohol.

“Sure you aren’t. Get in there, i’m taking you home.” He said, opening the passanger’s seat for you and placing you inside.

He put on your seat belt and kissed you forehead before walking towards the driver’s seat.

When he got inside the car, you were almost completely dozed off in sleep, trying your hardest to stay awake. He chuckled and turned the air conditioning on so you could rest more comfortably.

“Sleep, y/n/n. I’ll call you when we get home.” He said, the smile never leaving his lips.

Franz Zhang

He’s dead worried that you haven’t gotten home yet. Of course he didn’t knew where you were, cause you didn’t tell him.

Come on, you knew that, if you did tell him, he’d try to stop you.

So why bother?

You were having fun. A really, really good time. That was until your best friend came by with a weird cocktail, which was nothing more than a mix of different types of alcohol and syrup. Really fun.

And that’s when you got drunk and wobbly and you just had to call Frank. Common drunk mistake, isn’t it?

He picked up on the third ring.

“Y/n? My god, are you okay?” He asked, his voice laced with concern. He was so worried about you, cause you weren’t home and you didn’t pick up the phone and just called him out of the blue.

“Frankie!” You said and he could hear the smile in your voice. His concern only grew once he realized you were drunk.

“Y/n, where are you? I’m going to pick you up.” He said, already getting up with the car and house keys in his hand.

“I’m at Louis’ house! We’re having a birthday party!” You said, giggling and smiling brightly at absolutely nothing.

“Fine, i’ll… i’ll be there in ten. Just… don’t do anything stupid, and wait for me, outside the house. Don’t drink anything else and please, for the heavens sake, don’t do drugs.” He pleaded.

“I’m not- Frankie! I’m not on drugs. Please.” You said in a fake annoyed tone and giggled again. He rolled his eyes and sighed, driving towards where you were.

When he got there, he immediately saw you on the backyard, playing probably Pokémon Go and yelling when you finally found a pokémon. He smiled at the sight, and then remembered why he was there.

He walked towards you. When you finally saw him, you smiled widely and jumped in his direction, trying to hug his neck. Which wasn’t easy, as he was a little taller than you.

“Hey.” He said as he leaned down so you could hug him properly.

“Heyyy!!! I missed you!” You said, voice muffled by his shoulder. “Can you take me home? Please? I’m tired.” You said smiling cheekily.

“No.” He said, simply. “I’m taking you to my house today, kay? There’s some of your stuff there, and i can borrow you a shirt so you can sleep. But i’m not leaving you alone in this state.”

“Yay! Sleepover!” You cheered excitedly.

He couldn’t deny that the drunk version of you was very cute.

a/n pt2: did you see what i did there? i cut almost all of them in the middle. two reasons: one, for this not be too big and second i have inspiration to write more. lmk if u want a part 2 of those!!

[ivrousae]

✧ Cuddles and Kisses!

Requested <3

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Petnames (Babe/baby, pretty, etc), kissing, cuddling

Pairings: Zhanghao x fem!reader

Word count: 460 words

On a cozy, rainy night.

You sat down on your bed, back and head resting on the headboard as you were busy searching for something to watch on your TV.

After finding something to watch, you continue to sit down on your bed while watching the film you’ve chosen. The room was dim, the lights were off so the only source of light there was in the room was the night lamp and the TV.

Your focus is disturbed by the sound of your bedroom door rattling, showing your boyfriend, Zhang Hao, after coming home from work. “Hey baby” he smiled, giving you a quick peck on the lips “You’re finally homeee” you whined “It looks like you waited for so long, I’m sorry babe” he laughed while giving your head soft pats “I’m gonna go shower and we can cuddle after that, does that sound good to you?” he asked “Yeah sure, don’t take so long in the shower PLEASE”

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Zhanghao exits the bathroom with his white oversized t-shirt and black shorts, hair a little damp from the shower, he is greeted by the sight of you asleep on the bed with the movie still playing, he laughs, mesmerized by your cuteness. “I guess that took some time” he whispered as he leaned closer to you, rubbing your back while he gently lays down beside you. The sudden movement woke you up from your slumber, “Did I wake you up?” Zhanghao asked softly “No, it’s fine” you chuckled, placing your head on Zhanghao’s chest as you wrapped your arms around him making him smile, placing smooth and gentle pats on your head “I love you so much, pretty” he spoke out, you turned your head to face him, giving him a bright smile before replying “I love you toooo Haoooo” earning a soft kiss on the lips from your dearest boyfriend.

As the night goes on, you eventually fall asleep on his chest with the help of his back rubs and comforting presence. He reaches the remote for the TV carefully, trying to keep you comfortable on his chest without waking you up while turning off the show that has been playing a role as background noises this whole time. “Hey, babe? Lay your head down on the pillow, your neck will hurt if you keep sleeping on my chest like that” he quietly let out, worried that you would wake up with a sore neck “Hm? It’s fine, I’m comfortable like this” you respond, still half asleep, Zhanghao laughs, giving you another kiss on the lips. Knowing that you won't let go any time soon, he lets you sleep on his chest for the rest of the night, in his warmth, in his arms, in his love.

[lixzey]

aaaah! thank you for the tag, jo! this honestly took some time, because ya girl has a lot of wips lol

1. luke castellan learns a valuable lesson (serendipity chapter 3) - lmao this is where luke underestimates the aphrodite kids

2. you're losing me (luke castellan x apollo!reader pt2) - chapter's i think 70% done after all of my revisions (blame my perfectionist ass)

3. blood runs thicker than water chapter 1

4. sincerely yours (luke castellan x athena!reader pt3) - 50-60% done, basically where miss pretty girl does everything to get the letter back, while lukey pookie goes for who he thinks dropped the letter (news flash, it isn't pretty girl)

5. when spring comes (luke castellan x demeter!reader) - this one's a hanahaki au where even demeter can't help her daughter with the flowers growing in her lungs

6. uptown girl (luke castellan x aphrodite!reader)

7. lay all your love on me - (luke castellan x aphrodite!reader - ares!oc x aphrodite!reader)

8. luke castellan x filipina!aphrodite reader headcannons

9. where's the trophy, she just comes running over to me - percy jackson x athena!reader olympics au

10. he's like a poem i wish i wrote - percy jackson x athena!reader

11. scars to your beautiful - percy jackson x aphrodite!reader

12. are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me? - james potter x reader

13. but daddy i love him! - remus lupin x black cousin!reader

14. please, please, please - sirius black x potter!reader

15. guilty as sin? - regulus black x evans!reader

16. call it what you want - charlie bushnell x elsie collins (oc)

17. the fifteenth letter - timothée chalamet x reader

18. kill bill - luke castellan x ares!reader

19. might as well be drunk in love - jason grace x dionysus!reader

20. the joker and the queen - leo valdez x aphrodite!reader

21. birds of a feather - percy jackson x dionysus!reader

22. vampire - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

23. i've got my eye on you - frank zhang x apollo!reader

24. can't help falling in love - timothée chalamet x angelisse evans (oc)

25. and a shit ton more in my google docs i really have to work on

tagging: @jennapancake @moonstruckme @kteezy997 @sturnioloshacker @starlightsuffered @xoxochb

wip ask game

thank you for the tag @sometimesanalice!!

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

if you feel it - tyler owens x reader (shocker, i've been bewitched by another glen powell character)

texas hold 'em - jake seresin x reader

live and on the air - bob floyd x reader, jake seresin x reader

the facts were these - bob floyd x reader

like real people do - jake seresin x reader

best friend's brother bob - bob floyd x reader

early mornings - bob floyd x reader

twenty-five minutes to go - jake seresin x reader

over and over and over again - jake seresin x reader

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@ofstoriesandstardust @greenorangevioletgrass @creatchie8 @atlabeth

[apollostears]

don’t look, don’t touch | l. zhang

Request: A night out on your honeymoon turns into something more when others can’t stop touching what’s his.

Fandom: EXO

Pairing: Lay Zhang x black!reader

Warning(s): angst-ish, smut, light spanking, dirty talk, & swearing

Creator: maya

A/N: this took me forever to write and i am so sorry!! hope you love it!! xx

*gif not mine*

New marital bliss was a thing. Oh My God was it a thing! You had never seen Lay so at peace and happy then when you did after y’all had gotten married.

His energy matched yours and anyone from a mile away could tell that y’all were newlyweds. Well...almost everyone.

“You’re looking a little too sexy for dinner in a hotel restaurant.” Yixing’s voice was light as he emerged from the bathroom, his hands fastening his cufflinks.

You smirked at him through the floor-length mirror. “Is my handsome husband being a little possessive?” You teased, sending him a wink through your reflection as you applied some gloss to your lips.

Yixing wore a knowing smile on his face as he approached you. Coming up behind you, he caressed your curves through your silk dress and pressed himself up against you.

“Not all, my darling wife, i’m just feeling sorry for all the men that will never know what it’s like to have a Goddess at their side.” He spoke into your ear before pressing a kiss to the tip of it.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you couldn’t help but smile at his loving compliment. “You are such a romantic.”

“I can show you how much of a romantic I am. What do you say Mrs. Zhang?” Yixing was a devil and he knew that as he lightly nibbled on your neck.

You had to suppress your own desires as you wiggled your way out his arms. “Sorry baby, but it’s day four of our honeymoon and you’ve had me to yourself this whole time.”

Making your way across the room, you slipped your heels on and grabbed the shiny room key that matched the aesthetic of the building.

Peering over your shoulder, you saw your lover pouting. “The faster we eat, the faster you have me to yourself.” You bribed him with a light voice.

Yixing perked up a bit at that, grabbing the rest of his things and following you out the door.

That didn’t stop him from making a mess of your lips on the short trip down to the lobby. By the time the doors opened, his lips were glossy and yours weren’t.

“If I look a hot mess when we get off this elevator Yi, we fighting.” You warned, stepping off the elevator before him.

“Mhm, i’m sure.” He responded, placing a hand at the small of your back as the two of you walked towards the host.

The young male smiled at you two, ready to make a good impression. “Good evening, how may I be of service to you today?”

While Yixing handled the reservations, your eyes wandered to the decor of the resturant. Although a hotel resort was where you were staying, the place never lacked in its interior design. It felt like some high-end place off fifth avenue and you were so grateful that Yixing decided on something like this.

“Holy shit, [Y/N] [L/N], I can’t believe it’s you!” A voice you never thought you’d hear again, had startled you from your thoughts.

Shifting your gaze, you found the culprit. It was your ex, the one before Yixing, and he stood with a group of men in dress suits.

A soft smile found your lips and you gave a small wave. “Hey Ezekiel, long time no see.”

Your tone was light, having no ill-will to the person who ultimately led you to your soulmate. “I never thought I’d see you again! How have you been?” He questioned, giving you a side hug, but not removing his arm.

“Very good actually, just here with my husband. How about you?”

Casual as ever, you naturally removed yourself from his extended embrace and politely waited for him to answer. The shocked look on his face bringing you more satisfaction than normal.

“Husband? You got married?” Mouth agape and eyes wide in shock.

Before you could speak, Yixing had appeared next to you with a firm hand on your waist. “Honey, our table is ready. Who is this?”

Ezekiel was in even more shock to see the handsome man that had became your husband. With a smile, you introduced the two and could feel Yixing tighten his grip on you.

“Nice to meet you but we have to go.” You barely had time to squeeze out a farewell before Yixing pulled you to y’all’s table.

You pouted at his behavior and kept a confused look on your face as you got ready to speak to him.

“So...what was that about?” You asked, picking up your menu to hide your face from his eyes. You wanted to seem causal about the situation, the only emotion showing would be confusion.

“They have that wine that you like, want me to order you a glass?” Yixing asked, smoothly avoiding the question.

Peering your eyes over the menu, you gave him a glare but didn’t press the issue. “Sure.” Your tone was clipped, but that didn’t seem to phase your husband as he hummed in response.

Men. You thought to yourself before focusing all your attention to the list of items in front of you.

Deciding what you wanted, you put your menu down and studied the man in front of you. Your husband was a work of art, incredibly gorgeous with an aura around him that couldn’t be touched.

He was power and just the very thought of his strength had you squirming in your seat.

Noticing this, Yixing raised his eyes over the menu. “Something wrong?”

His concerning voice went straight to your core as you put on a tight smile. “Nothing honey. Do you know what you want? The waiter is coming.”

You had already caught him coming up behind your husband and he was a little on the cute side, but very young. You’d call him adorable, a puppy.

Nodding his head, Yixing closed his menu and put it on top of yours just as the man had arrived.

“Good evening, my name is Lei and it’ll be my pleasure to serve you.” The young man had introduced himself, all his attention on you.

But you were too caught up in the way his name was like your husband’s.

“Awe babe! His name is like yours!” You cooed, looking at your man excitedly.

Yixing hummed in response, his eyes focusing on the male who blatantly disrespected him in front of his wife. Not to mention the way he was trying to pry on you like you weren’t on a date.

The young man’s smile was beautiful, bashful that you were cooing over him. “What’s your name beautiful?” He asked, shifting so his body would cover Yixing.

Pulled from your ignorance, you noticed what he was doing. The kid was trying to lay game in front of your husband and shamelessly check you out.

Just as you had prepared yourself to speak, Yixing was up and by your side quickly.

“Her name is none of your damn business. I’ll be sure to leave a comment with the manager about your behavior kid.” He spoke sharply, before turning to look at you. “We’re leaving, lets go.”

You were stunned to say the least and your movements were robotic as you let Yixing guide you out of the restaurant.

Once y’all stepped foot on the elevator, you had finally processed everything. Your husband was seething, he was tense as he stood slightly in front of you. You were unsure on if you should speak, but decided it might be best to do so.

“Yi...what’s wrong hun?” Your voice was soft, nonthreatening so you wouldn’t set him off.

“When we get in this room, I want that dress off and you on your hands and knees on the bed.” Yixing’s voice was stern, reigniting the flame in your belly.

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, surprised at his dominating nature. He wasn’t always like this with you, but it never failed to take you by surprise.

Yixing didn’t appreciate your silence and he turned his head to the side and glared at you from his peripheral. “Am I clear?”

“Y-yes sir.” You stuttered out your answer and soon licked your lips after, feeling your mouth go dry from the thoughts of what he’d do to you.

The elevator bell dinged and the pristine doors slid open. Yixing stepped out first and you followed. Letting you in the room first, you hurried to the room and did as told. A chill ran down your spine as the cold air hit your bareback.

The electric blue panties you wore felt damp against your core as you waited in anticipation. Hearing the front door click and dress shoes hitting the marble floor, you craned your neck to see Yixing come in the room.

His tie was loosened and his top two buttons were undone. His hands worked to unfasten his cuff links and your eyes almost rolled back at the sight.

“Face forward.” He commanded, not even glancing your way.

You swallowed a desperate whine and did as he said. The expensive curtains were pulled back and you could see all the lights of Shanghai.

Pulled from your thoughts, a sharp smack to your ass cheeks had you jolting forward in surprise. “Ahh!” A cry of surprise escaped past your lips before you could stop it.

Another smack followed and your ass was caressed shortly after, blending the lines between pain and pleasure.

“I wanted to take my wife out on a date, but instead was met with men who couldn’t seem to tell who she belonged to. Now I have to mark what’s mine.”

You didn’t stop the small moan that escaped your lips as you clenched your pussy around nothing. Yixing was hardly like this, choosing to make love instead. Those guys must’ve really pissed him off.

“I’m ready daddy.” You assured, giving him the green light to do as he pleased.

Yixing hummed in content and you soon felt a dip in the bed behind you. Wet lips and cold fingers covered your ass, close to where you wanted him most.

“My good girl, always ready to please her daddy.” He cooed, his hand slipping between your legs to rub your mound. The other, pulling at your nipples.

Your back arched and you moaned, your hips rolling back for more friction. The sting of force that spread across your cheek made you moan even louder, having grown accustomed to the sharp feeling.

“Such a slut aren’t you? Wearing that dress, allowing men to look at what’s mine. This is what you wanted isn’t it?” Yixing roughly pulled at your nipple and slapped your pussy causing more moans to tumble from your lips.

Panties slid to the side, Yixing began to tease your wet hole, groaning at the slick that had already started to form.

“Fuck you get so wet.”

You slightly pushed your hips back, hoping to get his fingers to slide in. Noticing what you were trying to do, Yixing gave a dark chuckle and situated you so that the top half of your body was hanging off the edge of the bed and your lower half was draped across his lap.

The sound of fabric tearing sounded through the room and you were sad to see the electric blue panties tossed to the floor. “I’ll buy you more.” He muttered, silencing any issues you had with his abrasive behavior.

“I’m going to fuck you using my fingers; don’t move and don’t speak, understood?” Yixing spoke sternly in your ear, pulling at your hair a bit.

Your breaths were quick and short from his touch alone. You were sure you’d be feeling everything that he gave you tonight. “Yes sir.”

Yixing rubbed your clit a bit and you struggled to stay still, but when he suddenly plunged two fingers deep in your pussy, you really had to find some strength not to move. Clenching your fist around the Egyptian sheets, your hole clamped around Yixing’s fingers.

“Relax for me love, I got you.” He cooed, rubbing circles on your lower back to relax your muscles.

Letting out a deep breath, you focused on relaxing and tried hard not to make a sound as he pistoned his fingers through your pussy. Any other time, you’d feel self-conscious of the sounds coming from your hole, the slickness of your juices creating air pockets of noise, but you were so strung out you couldn’t care.

“So warm and tight—shit! I can’t fucking wait to replace my fingers with my cock.” Yixing’s mouth spewed vulgarities and you could only listen. His dirty talk made you grow wetter and you could feel the knot of pleasure forming.

Tears blurred your eyes as you reached a euphoric state, a third finger slipped through your barrier and violated you in the best way possible. A choked sob was held back in your throat with your teeth biting down on your tongue. Toes curled and back stiff as a rod, a wave of pleasure came crashing over your body as you shook with tremors and clamped around Yixing’s fingers.

“That’s it princess, good girl.” He praised, relishing in the way your walls fluttered rapidly around his fingers. Once you calmed down, he slowly removed his fingers and licked them clean, enjoying your taste.

Breathing heavily, your eyes were still closed as you came down from your first orgasm of the night. Gently sitting you up, Yixing cupped your face and brought his lips o yours for a passionate kiss.

Feeling yourself sink into his arms, you leaned more into the kiss and moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips and tongue. Yixing pulled away first, attacking your neck in love bites while you sat there in his lap, allowing yourself to be loved on and marked.

“You are everything to me Mrs. Zhang and I want the whole world to know.”

“Show them then.” You softly said, cupping his face in your hand and staring deep into his eyes.

Capturing your lips in another kiss, you felt yourself being lowered back onto the bed, a comfortable weight settling over you. Seperating for just a moment, Yixing made haste removing his clothing and shoes, tossing them wherever before climbing back on top of you.

“You ready?” He asked you, holding eye contact with you as he awaited your answer.

Nearly five years together and he still asks for consent, it makes butterflies erupt in you every time. Nodding your head, you smiled. “As always.”

Without further prompting, Yixing’s grabbed the base of his cock and slowly rubbed it against your folds, moaning with you at the feeling. “Please baby, I need you.” Whines spilled from your lips like an apology, desperately wanting to be filled by him.

With a smirk, he did as asked. With a swift snap of his hips, he buried his cock deep into your pussy. Your mouth dropped open and your breast were pushed upwards as you arched your back. Sweat had began to form and your pussy contracted wildly while moans pushed past your lips.

“Fuccckkk.”

Yixing gritted his teeth as he tried to focus on not nutting just from your face alone. He always told you how pretty you looked while getting fucked and if you kept squeezing him like that, he would surely buss quick.

“God, you’re so tight! Fit me so well baby, shit!” Yixing swore, slowly moving his hips back and forth to gain a rhythm.

In no time, Yixing was pounding into your pussy at a speed that border fast and slow. Pulling his hips back enough to snap them back into you, making his cock hit your spot every time. Your hands wandered his body while moans tumbled out, your nails dragging down his biceps before pulling him closer to you. This fuck was different than the ones you’ve had since being here. While it started off rough, Yixing is handling your body in the softest way possible.

His hands were positioned on either side of your head, gripping the sheets there. His eyes were mesmerized by the way your tits jiggled with each thrust he gave. It was becoming too much to bear. “I love you. I love you so much.” The words came from Yixing’s lips in urgency.

Tears had started to form again and you reached your hands up to pull him into a kiss. Using your tongue to caress the inside of his mouth, one of your hands began to pull at the hair on the nape of his neck. As his thrusts grew faster, you anchored your legs around his hips to hold on.

Pulling away, you struggled to catch your breath as the knot formed again. “R-rub my clit baby, i’m so close to cumming.” You cried, focusing on the feeling you were about to recieve.

Bringing a hand down to your throbbing clit, Yixing harshly rubbed circles on it, desperate to see you cum. “Oh shit! Right there, right there, right there!” You squealed, bucking your hips into his hand.

Watching your face scrunch up the closer you got to climaxing had Yixing’s cock twitching inside of you. The feeling itself made you moan and clamp down on him as you came hard. Feeling your walls tighten around his cock as you orgasmed, had him cumming right behind you with a violent yell.

Your thighs trembled as Yixing collapsed gently on top of you. The sounds of heavy breathing filled the hotel room while y’all tried to gather yourselves. Lazily, you began to run your fingers through his hair, feeling him relax even more.

“I love you forever Yi. That’s a promise I do not regret making.” You spoke softly, basking in the afterglow of love making.

Tilting his head to the side, Yixing looked up at you and kissed the valley in between your breast. “I am eternally yours and i’m sorry for reacting that way. I love you too much to let you go. You’re going to be the mother of my kids and grow old with me, I can’t have anyone else thinking otherwise.”

All you could do was smile at your husband’s slight possessive behavior. Marriage wasn’t going to be easy, but with him by your side, you could get through anything.

Taglist: @knjkitten @olamidey

[writemekpop]

New Rules | Lay Zhang

Pairing: Lay Zhang x Reader

Summary: Vicious, strict and sexy... your dance instructor Lay is hiding a secret.

Genre: Suggestive, Enemies to Lovers 

Word Count: 1.4k

Gif: @yixing-zhang​​

“Again! And for god’s sake, try and look like you mean it!” 

Your dance instructor Lay’s voice rings through the sweaty studio. Everyone else in the academy went home hours back. Your class struggles on into the night. 

Sweat drips down the flexed muscles of Lay’s neck, disappearing into his coal black tracksuit. His ochre eyes, rough and silky all at once, hide under a low bucket hat. 

You know his full, forbidden lips better than your own name. 

“Hey, Y/n! Stop slacking. You’re still lagging on the turns.”

Your heart races, but not from the exercise. 

Your muscles are crying out for respite, but you turn again and again. It’s useless. The harder you try, the weaker you seem to get. After fifteen minutes, you’re the only one in the class who can’t do it. 

“Y/n, get up. Stop that.” Lay’s voice is like thunder. You hate how delicious your name sounds in his mouth. 

You stop spinning, and stagger to the wall. 

“I know you think you’re working hard, but you’re not. You are the worst in the class, and unless you get your act together very soon, you won’t be in it much longer.”

You don’t dare to look up. A lump stretches your throat, and you beg for the tears to hold.

“Are you serious about being a dancer?” 

“Y-yes,” you whisper. 

“Well, at this rate, you won’t make it. You hear me? You’ll walk, head hanging, out of these doors, scrape a place in a second-rate college, and spend the rest of your life watching your classmates on Inkigayo.”

His words are shards of glass, slicing you into ribbons. You know Lay’s watching you, scanning for any signs of weakness. His eyes send heat waves rippling off your skin. 

“That’s all. Class dismissed.” Lay turns away, and everyone files silently out. 

You choke down a sob. 

----

That night, you return to the studio. Lay’s words throb in your ears, egging you on. 

As you spin around and around, your turns get sloppier and wilder. Your eyes prickle, but you keep pushing yourself, keep forcing your limbs to move. 

Suddenly, your ankle collapses under you. A red spike shoots up your leg, and you land hard on the floorboards. 

You silence your cry. 

Tears streak down your face, and you swipe them away with a sleeve. You try to pull yourself to the wall, but it’s so painful that your vision sparks white.  

As you wrap your arms around your body, you let a sole whimper escape your lips. 

That was your biggest mistake. 

Because all of a sudden, you hear footsteps approaching the door. Cursing, you pull yourself up to standing on a ballet barre, trying not to yelp from the pain. 

It’s Lay. For the first time ever, his raven-black dance uniform is gone, replaced with an open white shirt and jeans. His carved cream chest is so distracting, you almost forget that he hates you. 

“What are you still doing here, Y/n? Class ended three hours ago. Get to bed!” Your lips start to quiver. The pain is bad enough. You don’t need his contempt to make it worse. 

“Yes sir, I’m just packing up.” You try to step towards your bag, but fire rips up your leg. A squeak escapes your lips. 

“Wait, are you hurt?” 

All of a sudden, the distance between you vanishes. Strong arms are lifting you into a chair before you have the chance to protest, heat rolling off Lay’s skin and onto yours. 

Your cheek is pressed against smooth muscle. The nakedness of it sends shivers through you. “You’ve sprained your ankle! Sit right there.”

Once you’re seated, Lay fetches a roll of white gauze and kneels in front of you. The thumping of your heart turns silence into cacophony. Free from its hat, you notice Lay’s hair for the first time, dishevelled curls of ebony. 

You realise what’s changed. He looks… human.  

“Why are you helping me? Y-you hate me.” The question leaps from your lips, uncalled for. 

“I don’t hate you,” Lay murmurs, hands gently wrapping your ankle with gauze. His tenderness leaves you breathless. “I’m just harsh on you because…” 

Lay’s hands drop to the ground, and he leans on them like he might collapse. You might collapse.

“Can I be honest with you?” Oaky eyes flick up to meet yours. You just nod, afraid to speak in case he changes his mind. 

“I haven’t been… teaching long, and-“ He sighs. “I’m worried that if I’m not… strict, no one will take me seriously.” He looks up, and for the first time ever, he’s wearing away at his lip. 

“I’m not funny, or charming… or someone you can like. I’m just someone you can fear. So that’s why I’m mean to you.” 

“There.” Lay looks to the side, flashing you a wry smile. “It’s out. God, I feel like a child to say this, but- could you keep this to yourself?” 

Shivers ripple down your body. You swear to keep his secret. 

Lay grins, and deep dimples spring up in his smooth cheeks. You can’t believe you didn’t know they were there. “I can’t believe you thought I hated you, Y/n! It’s the opposite…you’ve got what it takes. And don’t let an idiot like me tell you don’t.”

Flutters burst in your stomach. Lay kneeling, you sitting, you sink into a breathless silence. You cling to his serious gaze, trying to peer into the man beneath the thick chocolate lashes. 

Then, he lifts his hand to wipe away a dry tear, and you narrowly avoid the urge to kiss his hand. Your body throbs with your pulse. 

“You were crying.” Your conversation has broken down into fragments, swirling in the silent sea of the unsaid. 

You don’t answer him, eyes glued to Lay’s slightly parted lips. 

You lean in closer, and he doesn’t move away. This is the moment you’ve been dreaming of. Your honey-gaze slips to his mouth. Then, you press your lips against his, and they’re warm and oh-so-soft and- 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Lay springs back, clamping his hand to his mouth as if it isn’t his.  

“I-I- uh..” The back of your neck burns, and your heart pounds faster than ever. “I thought you…uh-“ Your stomach twists into a tight ball, sinking like a weight inside you. 

Lay’s blank expression is like a punch to the throat. You squint at him through screwed eyes, praying for a quick exit. 

Then, a frown breaks through the fog on Lay’s face. He cocks his head to the side, sizing you up. “What were you thinking?”

Your shoulders drop; you can’t be bothered to make up a lie. Taking a deep breath, you decide to go for the truth. 

“I know you see me as yourself as my instructor, and me as your student. But I-I see you as a man… and me as a woman. Is that so wrong?”

There’s a silence so sharp it could break glass. 

The shadow of a smile lifts Lay’s lip as he speaks. “That’s not wrong.”

And then, he leans forward once more, and you feel like you’re in a slow-motion movie. You watch Lay’s tongue flick over his lips, leaving them plump and glistening. 

This time, he’s the one whose midnight eyes trail down to your mouth, but slowly, as if he’s tasting your skin with his eyes. When his firm hand grasps your thigh, you feel him shaking. 

That gives you the confidence to close the gap between you. You pull Lay’s head towards you, and kiss him on the mouth. It’s a searching kiss. A kiss that needs to be returned. 

He kisses you back. Softly. Safely. Then impatiently. 

His fingers trail up the fabric of your T-shirt. The cold mirror pushes up against your back. You gasp at his taste. You can hear him gasping too. 

You imagine how you feel to him, tear-salted. Your wayward hand feels cream muscle you’d only dreamt of feeling. 

The fumble, the awkwardness of learning something unknown… that only makes it sweeter.

When you pull back, you realise you now know Lay intimately, but at the same time, you barely know him at all. 

Lay makes as if to speak, but you stop him with a finger. 

Sometimes, the best things can’t be expressed in words.  

[straylightdream]

part eighteen: back when we were younger

He’s part of the indie band Tempo. He’s always referred to as the talent of the band. He writes their music, plays guitar and even sings. She’s a talented a song writer who wants nothing to do with him.

featuring: Park Chanyeol x Reader, Zhang Yixing (Lay) x reader

genre: social media/band au, romance, smut.

AN: Sorry about the long wait. Life has been crazy.

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Your whole plane ride left you feeling completely nervous. You were excited to be home, but nervous about finally talking to Chanyeol. You listened to music the whole plane ride and attempted to work on writing another song, hoping that would keep you distracted.

Landing back in Seoul it felt nice to be home. You couldn’t wait to see Minseok, Baekhyun, and Junmyeon to tell them all about your trip. Your conversations with them would have to wait though. Tonight was the night that you finally needed to talk to Chanyeol all about your feelings, and about Yixing.

Walking out of your terminal at the airport you find Sehun waiting for you. He has a small sign he clearly wrote himself with your name on it. You waste no time rushing towards him and throwing yourself into his arms. Sehun has always been able to bring you a sense of comfort when he knows you’re stressed. He holds you tight and rubs your back.

“I see you missed me,” he says.

“I always miss you,” you smile pulling away from him.

He helps you load your bag into his car. You sit there for a moment in silence. It’s clear he’s waiting for you to be the one to tell him to go.

“Sehun?”

“Where do you want me to take you?” he asks, starting his car. Sehun is a great friend and he’ll take you wherever you want to go.

This is the moment where you can be a coward and run away. You can’t tell him to take you home. It’s time that you finally sit down and talk to Chanyeol. You can’t run away from both of your feelings.

“I need to see Chanyeol,” you chose to be brave.

“Okay, he’s waiting for you.”

The car ride over to Chanyeol and Kyungsoo apartment feels so short. You barely have time to think about what you want to say. Sehun parks the car and looks at you giving you a soft smile.

“I’ll keep your bag tonight. Did you want me to give you a ride home after?”

You shake your head knowing Sehun has already done enough, “I’ll call a cab, or Junmyeon can get me.”

Walking up to Chanyeol’s apartment you try to shut your mind off, but it’s not easy. You can’t help but think about all the anger you have felt towards Chanyeol for all those years. Or all the tears you cried over him after he broke your heart. Even through all the rough memories you think about being a teenager who was madly in love with her best friend. You think about the butterflies Chanyeol used to give you when he would hug you and sing a song that had been stuck in his head. Or when he would hold your hand walking through the park. Shaking your head you attempt to stop overthinking everything. Walking up the door you take a deep breath before knocking on the black hardwood door.

The door opens and you’re surprised to see Kyungsoo standing on the other side. He smiles at you before pulling you into his chest for a quick hug.

“I assume you weren’t expecting me,” he says, releasing you from his chest.

“No I wasn't.”

“He’s in his room. I’m not going to lie to you, he’s kind of freaking out,” he says honestly.

“He’s not the only one,” he says with a soft laugh. “Do you want to wait here and I’ll go grab him?”

You nod, needing a few more minutes to gather yourself.

He leaves you standing there for a moment. You look around the room trying to distract yourself. The sound of someone clearing their throat catches your attention. You turn around to find Chanyeol standing near you with his hands shoved in his tight dark jeans pocket.

There’s a screaming silence between you as you both just stare at each other. He’s looking at you like he hasn’t seen you years. He looks completely worried.

“Where do you want to talk?” you ask breaking the silence that has formed.

“We can go to my room.”

Following him to his bedroom you can’t help but feel like your mind is in a million different places. Walking inside his room you sit on the edge of his soft queen sized bed. You run your hand across the grey comforter distracting yourself for a moment.

The sound of his chair moving towards you catches your attention.

“Where should we start?” he asks, sitting across from you in his desk chair.

You aren’t even sure where to start. You aren’t even sure what everything means that happened in China. You blink at him a couple times attempting to figure out where to start.

“Do you remember when your parents went out of town when we were sixteen and you stayed with Jongdae for a week?” he says catching you off guard.

“You mean when you snuck over and spent the night?” A small smile tugs at your lips as you think about your first sleepover with two of your best friends.

“Yeah I remember your dad said he only trusted you with Jongdae and to this day I don’t understand why he only trusted him.” From a young age your father was very aware you were in love with your best friend.

“Because Dae was like my brother. The thought of even kissing him was weird to me. He also protected me like I was his sister.”

Chanyeol smiles pushing his fingers through this hair, “I just remember us staying up all night and you telling me all about how you wanted to write a song about that jerk who broke your heart in your second period class.” You know exactly who he is talking about. Minhyuck was one of your high school crushes who you thought was interested in you until you realized he just saw you as a friend.

“I think that’s when I realized I wanted to be a songwriter.”

He smiles, “that’s the night you wrote Heart Break Boy. I knew from that moment you were extremely talented.”

You can’t help but chuckle, “that song wasn’t good.”

“It wasn’t your strongest song, but it really showed talent.”

You can’t help but feel a warm and fuzzy feeling wash over you at his compliment.

“I fondly remember that night you and Jongdae talking about trying to convince Kyungsoo to learn to play guitar.”

He shakes his head and laughs, “he refused to learn. Even though I told him that girl would be lining up to date him.”

“Kyungsoo was only interested in Yuri.” Sixteen year old Do Kyungsoo was head over heels for his lab partner, and had no desire in getting other girls to fall at his feet.

“I still think he should have learned to play guitar.”

“Probably.”

A long moment of silence lingers between you. “I missed you,” he blurts out. “I’ve honestly missed you from the moment I walked out of that room all those years ago.”

Your stomach suddenly feels like it's twisting in knots, “Yeol.”

“Can I please say some things?” He sounds slightly desperate.

“I need to say a few things and then you can say what you need to,” you have to tell him about Yixing.

“Okay sounds good.”

“Yixing and I agreed we can’t be together,” saying it out loud hurt just as bad as it did in China with him. Chanyeol’s eyes go wide as he stares at you in shock. “There’s a handful of reasons we can’t be together, but the number one reason is you.”

~

He’s in complete shock. He can’t believe he just heard you say you can’t be with Yixing because of him. All he knows is that wants something more with you desperately.

“Oh,” is the only thing he can think to say.

Without even thinking he closes the gap between you and takes your soft hand in his. He can’t explain the way you're looking at him, but there is a sadness behind your eyes and it hurts him to see you like that. He’s kneeling on the dark hardwood floor. He’s clinging to your hand almost as if he’s afraid if he lets go you’ll disappear. There’s a million things he wants to say, but he needs to let you speak.

“Why can’t I let you go,” you whisper, fighting back tears.

“Please don’t let me go,” he pleads. He can’t lose you again.

“I’m not. I’m putting myself on the line here. I let someone great slip through my fingers because I can’t seem to stop loving you,” his heart races at the mention of you still loving him.

“You still love me,” he feels a sense of hope he hasn’t felt in a very long time.

“I guess I do,” you sigh.

Without even thinking he sits up and holds your face in his large hands. The room feels so small he stares into your eyes with his large warm eyes.

“So does this mean you’ll be with me?” He’s praying to himself that you’ll say yes.

“Yeol,” you pause. His stomach drops knowing no matter what you say he’s not going to like it. “We can’t suddenly jump into being together.”

His hands drop from your face. He sits back on his hunches as the feeling of rejection washes over him. He looks away from you feeling like a complete fool.

“Hey,” you catch his attention.

“Just give us time. We need to work on fully being friends again.”

~

You can’t jump into being with him. You’ve let your chance to be with Yixing slip through your fingers. You want to focus on fully building your friendship with Chanyeol before you jump into anything. You want to fully trust him again before you put your heart on the line.

“You want to be friends again?”

You nod.

“Okay, we can be friends again,” he pulls himself off the ground with his pride completely wounded. Sitting back in his chair he looks at you with a look of sadness in his eyes. “Are we ever going to be more than friends?”

You shrug, because you aren’t exactly sure. You want something more with him, but you’re afraid. You just let him back into your life fully. Up until not too long ago you never planned on speaking to him ever again.

“I would like to at some point be more than just friends.”

He reaches over taking your hand in his. He brings your hand up to his lips and gently places a kiss on the top of your hand. You can’t say anything as you watch him silently.

“I’m going to prove to you that we are meant to be more than just friends. I’m going to prove to you that I’m the biggest asshole ever for hurting you that night. I promise I will prove to you that It wasn’t a mistake basically picking me over Yixing,” he’s pouring his heart out to you. “I’m willing to do anything to prove to you I can be a better man.” He was nervously rambling.

You’re completely taken back by everything he just said to you. Your eyes suddenly start to water as you stare at him. “Okay, please prove to me that we should be more.”

He leans forward and gently kisses your forehead. The same way he did the whole time you were bestfriends. You suddenly felt like you were sixteen again and the boy you had a crush on was innocently kissing your forehead.

“Did you plan on going home tonight?” he asks.

“I didn’t actually have a plan for what happens after this talk,” you say as you try not to cry.

“Did you maybe want to stay here?” he pauses “It could just be an innocent sleepover, maybe we could talk more.”

“I should probably go see Minseok and Baekhyun.”

“Okay I can drive you over there.”

The night ends after midnight when Chanyeol drives you over to Minseok’s apartment. He kisses your forehead as he says goodbye and asks when he can see you again. You tell him whenever he wants. You make plans to get breakfast together.

~

Laying in Minseok’s bed with him you tell him all about your trip to China. He sits there listening to you tell him all about your trip and you tell him all about your perfect date with Yixing.

“So what happens next with you and Chanyeol?” he asks, laying down next to you.

“We agreed to be friends.”

“Just friends,” Minseok’s eyebrows shoot up.

“For right now, we decided being just friends is probably for the best.”

“You know you’re going to end up together right?” Minseok knows you incredibly well, and knows all about your history with Chanyeol.

“We might end up together, but I want to trust him again.”

The rest of the night you move on to talking about a million other things. Minseok tells you all about his tour he went on with Baekhyun. He tells you about the other job opportunities coming up for him. It’s around three in the morning when you finally fall asleep.

The next morning you’re greeted by a very excited Baekhyun crawling into bed with you wanting to know all about your trip. You’ve missed both of your best friends so much, and it’s clear they’ve missed you too.

~

A few days have passed when you and Chanyeol meet up again to grab breakfast. You’re sitting in the passenger seat of his car as he drives you towards your favorite breakfast spot from when you were a teenager. Your hand rests in your lap as you stare out the window as the city passes by. You’re a little caught off guard when Chanyeol reaches over taking your hand in his. You look over at him and knit your eyebrows together confused by his actions.

“I used to hold your hand all the time when we were best friends,” he says with a mischievous smile playing across his lips. You want to argue with him, but you can’t. He’s right when you were younger the two of you constantly held hands. He’s always been a touchy feely person, who enjoys a skinship with you.

“Okay,” you say softly looking out the window again. It suddenly didn’t feel weird holding his hand. It felt like it used to, back when you were just a naive teenager.

You knew that little actions like this were the way he was going to chip away at the walls you built up around your heart.

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[guardianofjunmyeon]

Finding Atlantis (part 1)

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Action/Adventure, Enemies to Lovers, PirateAU

Description: 20 years ago the seas became angry. Unruly and unkind to any sailor, to any ship that dared venture too far out in her waters. Many a man has heard the tales of Atlantis, the lost city, the key the ocean. But fewer men know the tale of it’s missing child. The key to the ocean, the key to Atlantis but a lost little one. The power one would hold should they find this child would be nearly that of Poseidon himself. Thus, the hunt began.

A/N: Hiiii long time no see lmaoo...I started a pirate story and I felt like i should upload it here on tumblr bc i think it’s fun and i have a few chapters written already so ...here you go!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,  Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18

20 years ago the seas became angry. Unruly and unkind to any sailor, to any ship that dared venture too far out in her waters. Many a man has heard the tales of Atlantis, the lost city, the key the ocean.

The heart of the ocean.

Atlantis was created by the Gods. Created by the God of the ocean, Poseidon, himself. He created a land, a city, in the middle of the ocean among the humans in order to be closer to humanity. He went on to fill his new city with his many half God, half human children; he allowed others who felt the pull of the ocean deep within their souls to populate his city and call it their home. Their Atlantis.

The people of Atlantis were a rich people, culturally, morally, financially. Their advances far beyond our own. They lived in peace, in harmony and kept the sea happy, kept her calm and teaming with life. Poseidon’s children ruled the city with kindness, with understanding and neutrality for hundreds of years. They protected the city and the oceans for many, many years even after Poseidon himself returned to live amongst the other Gods.

One day, a thousand years in the past, the people of Atlantis decided that they wanted more. They were the keepers of the sea, they were the people of Poseidon. They wanted more money, more attention from their creator, more reverence from the humans and animals that they watched over. They wanted to be worshiped. They created waves large enough to drown continents, monsters big enough to destroy ships, and storms scary enough to keep the faint of heart far from the ocean, and even farther from their city.

And so they were bestowed with destruction for their greed.

The city was destroyed with volcanic eruptions, lightning storms, and ultimately a tsunami large enough to bury the city miles below the ocean’s surface.

The city was lost beneath the waves of the ocean to never be found or seen by humanity again, but it’s believed to still exist. It is believed to still thrive, to have adapted, and reverted to its original task of protecting the ocean without greed or desire for repayment. For the seas have been kind again after the disappearance of Atlantis.

Until 20 years ago.

It was said that each of Poseidon’s children were born with a destiny that they were meant to fulfill. A destiny that was crucial to the survival of the seas. To the survival of marine life. To the survival of humans.

Rumors that one of Poseidon’s children had run away to live amongst the humans began to spread across the lands like a wildfire as the ocean began to act restlessly, and monsters were starting to reappear in places they’d long vanished.

For the return of this child, for the rediscovery of Atlantis, you would be rewarded with riches beyond your wildest dreams.

Humans had tried to find Atlantis since its disappearance and none had gotten close to uncovering her secret location, so humans began to look for its lost child instead.

The key to the ocean is Atlantis. And the key to Atlantis is its missing child. The power one would hold would be nearly matched to that of Poseidon himself.

Thus, the hunt began.

-Anonymous

~~~

“Are we ready to leave port?”

“Yes Captain. All members are present and accounted for.”

“Good. Our heading is east, let’s make haste. I want to get this bounty and be back before the month’s end.”

“Ay, Captain.”

Leaving port is always as gratifying as it is stress inducing. There’s nothing that can quite match the rush you feel when you see your fellow crewman rushing around your ship, bringing her to life again, after weeks at rest. Raising the sails and cleaning down her surfaces before taking her back out home on the open sea, that rush is what excites you most in this world. The entire vessel buzzes with energy as your men call out to each other across the ship ensuring that she’s prepped and safe to take out on the water.

You always feel your chest swell with pride as they do their jobs with a confidence and energy that you hoped you played a part in inspiring. You’ve recruited each of them personally, and watched them grow under your guidance from nervously getting their sea legs to being some of the fiercest pirates known to man. Your first mate, Junmyeon has been by your side the longest, and is your most loyal second in command. Kim Junmyeon knows the ocean and the workings of the ship with nothing but innate talent. You would consider him just as respected and in charge of the ship as the captain himself.

Your quartermaster, Zhang Yixing has been with your ship for slightly less time than your first mate, but he is just as important. If Junmyeon is your right hand, then Yixing is your left. Yixing understands the workings of the ship and handles moral and makes every voice on the ship heard when issues among the crew arise.

You have a few sailing masters, those who handle navigation and piloting the ship. They are the keepers of the charts. Kim Yeri, your head sailing master is the smartest woman you’ve ever had the pleasure of taking aboard your crew. No one can read a map, chart a course, and follow the stars quite like her. Lee Taemin is your best pilot. He can guide your ship like it’s an extension of his own body, no matter the weather, no matter the conditions. Although Yeri and Taemin handle mostly navigation, they work hard at easing the burdens of your other crewmen as well.

You have 2 head gunners, Kim Minseok and Kang Seulgi. They lead two separate groups of men who are in charge of the ship’s artillery. Minseok and Seulgi are the fiercest fighters on the ship, well trained at aiming the heavy cannons and teaching their men how to work them safely. Minseok takes on the role as master gunner, the one in charge of all 8 men in the artillery.

Your cook, Qian Kun, doubles as the ship doctor. Both he and Yixing have been trained to attend to any kind of injury your crewmen may face.

You have 6 boatswains, or deckhands –those who handle all other activities on the ship. Whether it be anchoring, handling naval provisions, raising and lowering the sails, or just keeping the ship running smoothly. They all report directly to you, Junmyeon, or Yixing. They may be on the lowest rung of the ship, but they are just important to the ship as you are.

The crew of Storm Chaser have built a relationship based on trust and respect. All men are important, all men are heard, and all men are expected to put their life on the line for his fellow crewman. If you are unable to follow this general understanding of how the crew works, then…well, you as captain would make sure that anyone who misbehaves is handled.

You’ve captained the Storm Chaser for seven years now. She’s a decent sided ship, black as night with dark blue sails. She’s not huge, but she’s faster than the winds. She’s your pride and joy. She’s your home, and she’s home to the 20 odd other people who work her with you.

You bought her with your first big bounty, back when you were but a powder monkey on some brute’s ship, dealing with the ammunition and cannons with other dispensable suckers.

He was a shit captain and an even shittier person, but he’d allowed you to work on his ship in the lowest position possible because he saw the drive in you. He gave you a chance, and you’ll forever be grateful for him.

Even if you ended up being the one to poison his food and bring his dead body to the admiral who’d wanted him dead or alive.

He’d underestimated you. That was his mistake. You should always watch your own back and build up relationships with others who you can trust. He was a bully and a hot-heated asshole. No one liked him, he didn’t respect those beneath him, and he was careless just because you seemed young and naive. So now he’s dead and you cashed out on his life.

That's the way of the pirates after all.

The award you were given, for leading that unnamed admiral back to the brothel room where you’d left your dead ex-captain, was a hefty chunk of change. You bought your first ship in cash at the ripe age of 19.

You became a Captain at only 19.

You began to slowly build up a crew of trustworthy men and women who would lay down their life for you and for each other. You promised them safety in return for the building of trust aboard your ship. You’d seen captains who would do nothing but boss around their crew, take half of any reward for themselves, and would turn on any man on their ship at the drop of a dime.

That wasn’t the kind of captain you aspired to be. A good captain works with his men, is on the frontline of every fight, and acts as mediator when the ship is split on crucial decisions. A good captain works with their ship, not against it.

You’ve wanted to be captain of your own ship for as long as you can remember. The ocean has called out to you since you were big enough to have memories.

You grew up on a small port on the easternmost part of Xiao Shitou, a large island known for its dealing with pirates. It was easy to do business on the island and get away with things that other islands would arrest you for. Things other islands would hang you for in the middle of its largest city. You grew up watching ships come into town with people of all kinds of looks, backgrounds, stories. You watched them with wide eyes and an ache in your chest that you could never quite explain.

You just knew that where ever they were going after they left your port, that’s where you belonged.

Your mother owned a bar right in the heart of the seaside town. Storm Breaker. You can remember playing around with the regulars as your mom served them ale and smiles and would listen to their stories. You can also remember hiding in the back room among the bags of flour and crates of unopened beer whenever people your mother didn’t trust would enter her bar. Pirates and hooligans visiting for the first time. People who did nothing but cause problems when they visit.

She was a fighter, your mother. A scary woman that everyone in town respected, and a loving woman who did everything she could to protect you. You looked up to her, you admired her, but still you knew that you couldn’t do what she did. You couldn’t grow up working a bar and seeing the same people and doing the same tasks every day. You didn't belong trapped in a small town so close to the ocean, but never actually on it.

At 8 years old you watched you mother get shot right in the chest in the middle of your living room. One bullet to the heart by some ruffian she’d threatened with her own gun when he was harassing women in her bar days before.

You managed to escape him by throwing the pot of boiling water that was still burning on your stove straight at his face, and then running straight out the door that he’d kicked down. You’d left your mother there and ran away just as she’d always instructed you to.

That was just how life in pirate port cities worked.

You dragged your mother’s body out of the house a week later with the help of a man who frequented your mother’s bar often enough to basically live there. You both gave her to the ocean. He stood at your side, patted your head and told you that you would be okay.

You never saw him again after that.

The next years you lived alone on the streets, stealing food, earning money for little odd jobs around the town when you could. Some people recognized you and would help you out when they could, but they had their own struggles and issues, so you continued to live on your own the best way you could. You got into fights, got chased by people who caught you picking their pockets or filling your cheeks with their food. It wasn’t easy, but life could have been worse.

You kept your eye out for the man who murdered your mother. He made Xiao Shitou his home not long after that night. He ended up taking over your mothers bar, changed the name to Slut Cavern, and ran it into the ground a year later because he didn’t know how to fucking run a business.

When you were 11 you were able to find real work as a blacksmith’s apprentice. A woman with kind eyes and rough hands who taught you self defense and how to make and use the artillery she was selling.

Everyone just called her Victoria.

She’d known your mother, had gone to Storm Breaker a few times. She never had her own children, too busy working and owning her business on her own to bother with the excuses for men who frequented Xiao Shitou, so she took you under her wing as her own.

Her business wasn’t clean. She often sold blades, gun parts, and bullets to the worst kinds of men. To pirates, looters, murders, slave owners, anything of the like.

She did what she could to make money. Your mother did the same with her bar.

Victoria would take you along when she would deliver her swords. You would watch her threaten men who dared try to steal from her, and kill those who would try to take advantage of her. You learned quickly how to surprise people with your brutality and quickness with a blade under her guidance.

By 13 you’d killed your first man. A dirty older man who bought a knife and wasn’t going to pay you since you’d come to collect the money on your own. This wasn’t the first collection you’d gone on without Victoria, but it was the first time it hadn’t gone smoothly. He’d planned on assaulting you on top of robbing you. He’d pulled out his blade and advanced on you, but you were faster; you evaded his first swipe and slit his neck in one go with the thin but sharp sword on your hip.

You took off with his personal sword, the sword you were meant to sell to him, and all the valuables on his person. He lay there dead in an alley and you walked away with a smile on your face.

At 14 you cornered the man who killed your mother. He was stumbling drunk out of the bar your mother once owned and he hadn’t recognized you. You figured he’d forgotten all about the kid that slipped away from him. The kid who fucked up his face. He’d made disgusting advances that evening; uttered despicable words that you knew were meant to get you in his bed. You walked up to him and watched his lip curl up in a smile and he started to unbuckle his pants. You shoved your sword right in his chest, just as his hand reached into his pants to pull out his cock.

You watched the shock fill his expression; he choked out an agonized moan. You twisted the blade and pushed it as far as it could go through his heart. When you pulled it out and felt your hand wet with his warm blood, he slid down to the ground. You crouched down and looked in his eyes, watery with drunkenness and pain.

“I hope you rot in the hottest part of hell,” you’d said evenly. You drove your blade into the middle of his throat and watched the last of his life drain from his eyes, head lolling to the side and body going still. You went back to Victoria’s and she helped you wash away the blood without question.

At 16 you and Victoria parted ways. You wanted to go off and make your own money working aboard ships. Staying on the island wasn't the life for you. You watched the people who spent their whole lives on land. Watched them live the same daily routine over and over until they died. Watched them eat and shit and fuck the same people in the same place over and over again.

And you watched the pirates who would come for short periods of time, never staying put for too long. Living life on the unpredictable sea, following no one’s rules, taking what they wanted out of life and doing something new and exciting every day.

You wanted to be like them. That was where you belonged.

You had the swordsmanship. You didn’t have any ties Xiao Shitou outside of it being the place you were raised. Victoria would live on with or without you around. And you found that you had no fear of death.

You found your first captain, Captain Lee, inside of a bar that people tended to frequent when they were looking for work or for men to complete jobs. He was signing on crewmen that night and you joined a line of big, mean looking guys trying to make yourself fit in as much as you could. He laughed right in your face when you walked up to the table and demanded he let you on his crew.

“And how old are you sweetheart? Isn’t it a bit late at night for you to be at a place as dangerous as this?”

“Don’t worry about how late it is; I know how to handle myself. I want to join your crew. I don’t care what job it is, I just want to be on the sea.” You stood confidently.

He laughed at you again and waved you away with a roll of his eyes. The man behind you pushed you out of the way to take your place at the front. “I wasn’t done you brick-headed fucker!” You yelled. He’d looked over his shoulder, given you a once over and scoffed.

You took the gun out of your holster and shot a single shot directly into the air. The bar quieted. You finally had the attention you wanted.

You looked directly at Captain Lee. “I said, I want to be on your crew and-”

The man in front of you turned around fully with a scowl set on his face and a step in your direction. “Listen here little wench-” You cocked your gun and pointed it at the man who interrupted you.

“If you put your hands on me, I will kill you right here,” you challenged.

You watched the captain stand up with his hands folded across his chest and an amused smile on his face. “You going to let a little girl threaten you sailor?” He teased.

The man went red in the face at the challenge from the captain and the audacity of you to embarrass him in front of all the patrons in the bar. He lunged at you with all force and no coordination. You slipped under his reaching arms, lifted your gun to his head and fired a bullet directly into his skull.

He fell to the ground with a thud that shook the ground, and shocked everyone watching in silence. You lowered the smoking barrel and looked at Captain Lee in exasperation. Have I made my point?

With an impressed nod, he pushed forward the signing papers and the bar erupted back into normal business.

Here you are 10 years later with the ship you bought for killing him in turn. Life is a fickle thing.

Your first mate Junmyeon comes up to your side as you’re manning the helm, getting your ship farther away from the random port you’d all spent the last few weeks at. Weeks getting drunk, having fun, resupplying the ship.

“I’ve put the bounty papers on the table in your quarters. From what I’ve gathered, the guy we’re after has been going around destroying random port cities in the south east. Pillaging, raping, setting fire to homes, and then leaving with anything him and his men can find worth value,” Junmyeon tells you evenly.

You sigh and nod. “Dead or alive?” you ask with a look in his direction.

“Either. 50,000 dollars for him, and another 5 for each member of his crew,” he replies.

“That's a shit ton of money…”

“It’s enough to set us all for at least 3 years,” he agrees. “I can call Taemin to guide the ship while we discuss the logistics in your quarters.”

You nod again, and watch as Junmyeon walks off to search among your men for the purple haired pilot.

The sun begins to set as you all set out for the next weeks at sea. The sky blooms in shades of pink, purple, and blues. You don’t think that you could ever get tired of this sight.

“Captain, I can take over from here,” Taemin chirps from your side. He beams and leans an elbow on your shoulder.

“All yours.” You hand the ship over and scan the deck quickly for any sight of your first mate. His shiny black hair blows in the wind as he leans against the mast. Even doing nothing, he manages to look just as unreal as the day that you met him. You walk up to him with a smile and put your arm around his shoulder.

He laughs and wraps his arm around your waist. “So tell me more about the son of a bitch that we’re gonna go kill.” You guide him to your room with a lift to your voice. The excitement of going on another bounty hunt after days of relaxing make your hands itch to use your blade again.

You both enter your quarters and he takes a seat first at your large table covered in documents. You close the door while he settles in, chin in his hand and fingers tapping against the newest addition to the pile of papers. “You really need to clean this up,” he throws out lightly.

You shrug. “I like having them all, for sentimental value.” You keep the wanted posters of yourself, of your crewmen, of the people you hunt, and anything else that goes to show just how much of a name you’ve earned. How many accomplishments you’ve achieved.

“Hoarder,” he jokes.

You roll your eyes. “Whatever, my junk doesn’t matter. As my first mate it’s your job to keep me in order. You could clean it up if you wanted.” You flick him in the temple. He winces. “I wouldn’t be able to function without you.”

“You or the rest of the crew,” he scoffs. “I’m here to help you keep the ship moving, not to literally put your old paperwork in order.” You sit across from him and lean over the table to scan the papers splayed in front of you both. “Speaking of keeping the ship moving, let’s talk about our latest mission.”

“Of course!” Your skin thrums with excitement. “Has Yeri managed to get a handle on where our elusive man might be headed?”

He puckers his lips in thought and taps a map marked in red circles with his finger. “She looked at his previous hits and has been working to predict his course, but because he seems to be rather…unpredictable she’s reported difficulty pinpointing an exact location.” He looks up from the map. “We have a general idea of his location based on the last place that was reported hit and the direction of major currents that they may be following.”

“A general idea is better than nothing…I trust Yeri’s navigation and mapping skills. I’ll have her update when she finds changes. For now I think we should continue the course we’d set following you and her suggestion.”

“I’ll make sure-”

“CAPTAIN!” Junmyeon’s mouth closes immediately as you both train your eyes on the person who stormed in on your meeting. “Captain,” he says again out of breath.

“What is it Johnny?” you ask, standing up from the table. Your full attention sets on him.

“There’s a stowaway on board.”

“Fuck,” you curse.

“Where are they now?” Junmyeon asks the boatswain.

Johnny jerks his thumb behind him. “We’ve got him in irons and dragged him above deck. He was hiding in the food storage. We only found him when we were taking stock of food supplies.”

“Good job, I’ll be right out. Gather the rest of the crew. I want everyone on deck,” you command.

Johnny rushes out and you and Junmyeon share a look. This doesn't bode well and you both can feel it.

When you emerge from your quarters, you take note of your crew still gathering and the stowaway on his knees in the middle of the growing crowd.

He’s objectively handsome, you note. Dark hair, strands fall messily across this forehead and ears. Strong jaw, a well built face. He looks to be in his mid twenties. He’s wearing a beige blouse with leather pants and boots that tell a story of self care, of money. He looks like someone who spends a lot of time in the sun if the color on his face and hair tell you anything. He’s no dirtier than any of your men.

Not a beggar. Not by the looks of him.

You don’t have the time to deal with him at the moment. Not in the middle of a bounty hunt. You’ll send someone to question him later. “Throw him in the brig,” you call out to no one in particular.

“Wait…” you watch as your quartermaster pushes through your other men. His eyes widen at the man on the ground in front of him. “Jongin?” he asks in disbelief.

The stowaway looks up at the sound of his name and catches the eye of your crewman. “Yixing,” he sighs out in happiness, in relief. He sags a bit in his chains at the familiar face. You look between the two men in confusion.

“You know him?” You ask Yixing simply.

He nods vigorously. “Friends from childhood,” he says. “Almost like a brother.”

“Good. Then you take him to the brig and question him.” Yixing nods at your words and is quick to get the stowaway on his feet. He looks alarmed at the fact that he’s still being taken to the brig, but Yixing understands your position on stowaways hopping aboard your ship. It’s not something to take lightly.

You look around at the rest of your men. “As for everyone else, I want all eyes searching the ship immediately. Stop whatever you were doing and start looking around. From top to bottom, from bow to stern. Look in every fucking crack. I fear we may have more than one stowaway on board. Find them and throw them in the brig. Find me or Junmyeon afterwards to deal with them.” At your words everyone disperses to frantically search the ship.

Yixing drags Jongin below deck by his chains. Junmyeon places and hand on your shoulder with a concerned frown.

“I know,” you say.

This can be no coincidence. No one would dare just hop aboard your ship without any devious ulterior motive. Your ship is known for its ruthlessness and its ability to complete jobs quickly and cleanly. You’ve heard the stories in pubs.

“No one who has ever seen the captain has ever lived to tell the tale,” they say. Your ship is feared. You are feared despite keeping your identity as captain of the Storm Chaser on a need-to-know basis. You’ve built relationships with all of your crewmen, and you all thrive on the fact that the captain’s identity is kept secret. No one will mess with anyone on the crew in fear of them being the deadly Captain.

It works out for you all.

And this fear is what keeps lesser ships from fucking with you. You’ve had…dealings in the past with individuals you’d rather forget existed, but you and your ship are always able to get away with minimal damage. You, along with pirates around the globe, know that this is not a ship you can just fuck with and get away with it.

You take it upon yourself to keep somewhat on course while the rest of the crew are looking for any extra bodies on the ship.

It’s hours later when a deckhand, Taeil, finds you at the wheel. “Captain we found one other stowaway. You won’t believe who it is…” he says with wide eyes.

“Are they in the brig already?” He nods. “Find Junmyeon and Yixing and tell them to man the ship while I go talk to the prisoners.” He runs off and you tell any other crewman on your way to the brig to go back to manning their normal positions.

The lamps in the brig have been lit at the new addition of prisoners. It’s been nearly half a year since you all had to use your brig like this. Most of the bodies you all bring back are dead and thrown in a body box you all keep deep below deck with other nonessential items.

Your ship has two decently sized cells (enough to hold 20 men in dire, cramped situations). In the first cell is the first stowaway, Jongin. He’s huddled in on himself in the far right corner of his prison with his head against his knees. He looks up at the sound of you coming down the stairs. You see the sadness and fear in his eyes before he hides his face once again against his knees. In the second cell you catch sight of hands languidly relaxing outside of the bars.

Hands adorned with various rings. You know those hands, it’s hard to forget them with the various encounters you've had with them.

“Ah…if it isn’t the fearsome Captain of the Storm Chaser,” he drawls amusedly.

The sneer that finds its way onto your face comes instantaneously at the sound of his voice. You step closer and take your second prisoner in. His flashy jewelry, the cloth wrapped around his forehead to soak up sweat, the stupid ass eye patch that he wears, and that grin that brings you nothing but fucking trouble.

“What the hell are you doing on my ship Byun?”

[shaalk]

Great morning

Type: Oneshot

Characters: Yixing X Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Warnings: Slightly suggestive

Status: Completed

Summary: It’s the day after Yixing and I got together so I know it’s not going to be a good morning, it is going to be a great one.

Words: 1429

I groan as the sunlight hits my face, forcing me awake. I squint my eyes to adjust to the bright light before cursing at myself for forgetting to draw the curtains the night before, or else I could have gotten a bit more shut eye. 

It is only 9:30am in the morning for crying out loud! 

However, I can't worry about sleeping in any longer because I suddenly recall what happened the night before: Yixing's and my confession to each other. 

We are finally together!

I reach out to my right for a warm figure only to be greeted by warm sheets instead, signalling that he had woken up not too long ago. I get up quickly, brush my teeth and skip out of my bedroom, excited to spend the day with my new boyfriend.

As soon as I exit my room, I am immediately greeted with the smell of fresh eggs being fried. 

My boyfriend is making us breakfast! 

I stand at the doorway of the kitchen, hiding myself to secretly watch Yixing cook. My oh my is it a sight to behold. 

He is standing in front of the stove with only a pair of boxers on. The sunlight filtering through the kitchen windows shine directly on his back, highlighting his milky pale skin. All I can think of doing is nuzzling my face in his broad back.

And that's what I do. 

I creep into the kitchen quietly and wrap my arms around his waist. I feel him jolt a little in shock but I just snuggle into his back, inhaling his musky scent and enjoying his warmth. I am slowly melting into the heat he is emitting when I hear him chuckle deeply, making his back rumble as well. 

"Xing-ah, you're so warm and comfy. I could stay like this forever," I mumble into his back as I tighten my arms around him.

He turns around and brings me into his arms, hugging me. 

"Good morning my princess" he greets as he kisses me on my forehead. "Slept well?" I nod my head giddily and shove my nose into his chest. 

Yixing takes it upon himself to card his fingers through my hair. We remain like this for a while, simply enjoying the comfortable silence and each other's warmth.

I could get used to mornings like this.

Soon though, the smell of something burning fills the air. 

"My eggs!" Yixing screams in horror as he turns back to the frying pan. 

I am overtaken by a fit of giggles right away.

Yixing kills the stove and grumpily throws the eggs away. They’re beyond burnt and there is no way to salvage them because they are black and crispy. I can see the male pouting, utterly sad that his once perfectly fine eggs are now in the bin. 

He glares at me, clearly upset that i’m still laughing at his kitchen mishap. 

"Ya! You made me burn my eggs and now you're laughing at me? You're so dead,” he declares as he cracks his knuckles.

Knowing my future, I quickly dash out of the kitchen not wanting to suffer from Yixing's tickle attack. I only make it to the living room which is literally beside the kitchen, when Yixing catches up to me and pushes me down onto the couch. 

He starts tickling me non-stop, enjoying the way I squeal and struggle to escape his attacks. I am wriggling around and tearing because his tickle assault is too much for me to handle. I keep screaming for him to stop but to no avail.

After a minute or so when Yixing thinks that he has tortured me enough, he stops digging his fingers into my sides. Instead, he holds me steadily by my waist so that he can catch my lips in his. 

Our breakfast is long forgotten on the kitchen table as we lay on the sofa even after our mini make out session for another activity. Things escalate rather quickly because Yixing and I soon find ourselves breathless after a morning workout. 

Normally I hate exercising, but the type I do with Zhang Yixing, not so much.  

We come down from our highs and moments later, Yixing flips the both of us so that he is lying on the sofa instead, while I am resting on top of him.

My head finds purchase on my boyfriend's chest, our legs comfortably tangled. Yixing's arms are around me and he is stroking my back softly, almost putting me to sleep. Our sweat is mixing but neither of us mind. 

Yixing runs his fingers through my sweaty locks while I stroke his chest, kissing it every few seconds. I just can’t get enough of him.

"You dressed for me?" He asks out of the blue. 

I am only wearing one of his shirts, which could easily pass as a dress for me. I watch Yixing’s eyes dilate significantly at the sight of me in his clothes. I just smile into his chest. 

"Anything for you Yixing-ah,” I whisper and peck his chest once more. 

His grip on my waist tightens signalling that my reply has tickled his fancy. 

Yixing must have loved my reply a little too much because in a flash, I am flipped over again so that he is straddling me, and the top I am wearing is flung across the apartment. 

Needless to say, it became an extremely stimulating morning for the both of us.

After one more round in the shower, Yixing and I decide to head out for breakfast (or lunch) since we are too exhausted to cook and have nothing to cook anyway. 

Also, Yixing says, and I quote, "I want to show my new girlfriend off to the world." 

So, we stroll hand-in-hand to a nearby popular brunch spot, just chatting about random things.

Even though Yixing and my relationship status has very recently changed from friends to couple, the atmosphere between us is not awkward at all. The conversations we share rarely come to a stop and even when they do, the quietness isn’t uncomfortable. I am really thankful for that because I usually find myself feeling uneasy when moments of awkward silence take place.

Upon reaching the unusually empty restaurant, we are able to be seated immediately. The waiter takes our orders after 5 minutes or so, and then Yixing and I are alone again. 

I am sipping on my glass of water when I catch sight of Yixing staring at me with a fond smile on his face. I try my best to fight the blush that is going to paint my cheeks but I am not able to. 

Yixing’s grin widens, extremely satisfied that he can manage to coax such a reaction out of me.

"What?" I ask, curious as to why Yixing has been staring at me for so long. 

"You're just,” Yixing starts and pauses. I raise my eyebrows, impatient to hear the rest of his statement. "Really pretty,” he continues with a shrug. 

I bite my lower lip, trying to control the wide and ugly grin that is creeping its way out. 

Yixing sniggers harder at my expression and I think I hear him whisper 'cute' under his breath but i’m not really sure because I am still feeling abashed from his previous statement.

Thankfully, our orders arrive, giving me a moment to calm down from Yixing's heart fluttering statement. 

My boyfriend whips out his phone and starts taking pictures of our food while I just sit back and let him do his thing. After all, taking pictures is his passion and forte. 

He is really good at it. 

I make a mental note to steal a picture or two from him after our meal to post on Instagram.

When I look back at Yixing, he is no longer taking pictures of our meal. Instead, his camera is pointed towards me. 

"Stop!" I panic-yell and reach over the table to cover his camera lens. 

I am in my worst state, no make-up on and not camera ready. Despite my complaints, I hear the shutter sounds continue. I start whining and pleading Yixing with my eyes.

Yixing pauses his photo-taking for a moment and pouts. 

"But baby, you know I like taking pictures of pretty things!" 

My mouth hangs open in shock at the cheesy comment, unable to believe that my boyfriend can make such a toe-curling comment. Deep down however, I am loving Yixing's remark because I can feel my heart pounding wildly.

This man is going to give me a heart attack!

A/N: Let me know what you think! Please drop a comment :)

[exodusmc]

Outsider final

Genre: Power au, war au, rebel au

Words: 3106

Paring: Light manipulator Baekhyun  x  Lieutenant Reader

Side character/s: Yixing

Warning!: Shooting people, mentions of needles, fighting, choking, talk about death, getting hit by a bullet, expolsions, none grafic death of many, hinting to deaths.

a/n: Oh, what a twist!.. probably not but anyway hope everyone enjoyed outsider and is excited for insider. :)

Gif is not mine

Previous    Insider

The morning was cold and grey, clouds filling the sky and hid the sun. It seemed as the world was quieter than it used to be, the few birds who had sung gone. You stared outside for a long time, listening for a sound but nothing came, like the animals knew something you didn’t, like they knew about a disaster so they  ran when they could.

A soft wind made the old curtains move around your window, rustling the letters laying on your desk, reminding you of what you should do, what you served. A night of empty sleep made you cold and level headed. Your emotions had gotten the best of you for a too long time, had you thinking irrational. You had even gone so long to make a fire where your reports would brun and never reach the higher ups, where they would become your defiance. But now were you back,  thinking like you should, not thinking at all, and the letters would be sent with your signature. 

“Send these to the North Halls base. It’s highly classified..”the soldier nodded, doing the republican greeting, before disappearing, his hands carrying  your reality.

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He felt weak, body shuddering everytime his eyes found the needles in his skin, but the room rarely became dark. Baekhyun exhaled, it still hurt and he could feel the light lingering in his bones, sparkling and waiting to explode. He never learned to control the powers, only used enough to light up a small room, so now when he had opened the channels for the engry, was it hard to hold it back. It made him wonder about others like him, how they managed with the coaxing feeling of letting go, but he had no one to ask, he was alone.

“Good morning Baekhyun, slept well?”Yixing smiled as he wrote on a paper board, checking stats and other things Baekhyun didn't really understand.

A small nod made his black hair bounce, ruffling down on his forehead, the longest part reaching down his eyelashes. The doctor stood close, a little stiff but put together. Baekhyun soon saw the green pin in Yixing’s hands, softly landing on the sheets covering his legs.

“That’s good to hear..Oh and your vitals seems to have become normal, so you don't need the Iv anymore..”Dr Zhang was always gentile but it didn't stop Baekhyun’s heart from racing as fingers reach for his hand. 

The needle was pulled out, his skin tingling, the room falling into complete silence as all machines were turned off. 

“It’s good that your health is on track again..”Baekhyun tensed at Yixing’s words, eyes locking so he would understand what was coming marching with a green flag.”..because time is ticking..”

-

Stars shone bright in the sky, the cloudy day having turned into an open vault of dark blue. You stared at it, surrounded by tall trees. Somewhere not too long away was the hospital humming but you were in the darkness, book and gun in your hands. All you had thought of, all the confused words on the lines glared back at you, while the weapon felt heavy. You thought of burning your book, wanted to get rid of what it stood for however, as you stared at the republic’s gun, were you once again unsure of what was right. Never before had you been thinking of what was right, only taken orders, but here where you alone, no one to tell you what was right and what was a lie. An exhausted sigh broke through your lips, the red embroidered mark piercing your skin though the shirt. This wasn't what you wanted but you didn't know what you wanted. 

And then, was there a gunshot echoing through the world, alone and bone shaking. You tensed, staring back at the direction of the hospital as one shot became 100 and screams flew in the air. It sent you running, brain focusing on only doing your work, take out the threat. Your gaze turned empty, body doing the familiar movements of sprinting and pointing the gun. 

The hospital lit up, soldiers you recognized and  didn't swarmed the place. You raised your gun, searching for red with squinted eyes. Someone roared out of anger and someone fell down while sirens started howling in pain. It was all too familiar, all like the missions which only ended in death., but you didn't care, couldn't care. So you aimed at the boy jumping to hit a guard, the bullet piercing his arm, his scream ripping through lungs. You didn't shoot him where he could die and it was ridiculous how it was exactly where you wanted it to hit. Anger rose at your weakness however, left him be as you ran into the chaos that was the hospital. One thing in mind and that was finding dr Zhang.

-

Baekhyun had been resting against the soft white pillow when he heard a sound, something close to a bullet ricocheting. He tensed, pin biting his fingertips. Yixing had warned him but it was night now, a time meant for quiet and peace. The hospital filled with screams and a red light dimmed the whole room. Shouts muffled outside his door but all he could hear was rebels. They were here now and it meant Baekhyun was supposed to move. He stumbled slightly, sweat forming with every beat of his heart. The only thing he had to do was find Yixing and everything would be fine, he would be fine, sentence repeated every second so he would have a panic attack.

The corriods were empty of people but echoing with screams, all the patients locked inside white boxes. He couldn't care about them now, blue pills forming in your hands behind his closed eyes. They were already dead, seen as a pest which should be eliminated. Everything made him sick to his stomach and he hated himself for feeling so relieved by the green pin clinging to his clothes, a sign of survival, a sign of leaving them behind. 

Baekhyun tried to focus as he ran through the labyrinth of walls which used to be white but blinked red now. He started to feel like crap, everything becoming one mix of colors, and there was no longer any sound of life, only a hum. Until the smacking of boots reaching his numbing ears, the barrel of a gun forcing his orbs to stop moving. Green shone on the jacket of the rebel, his dark brown hair pushed over his eyes. Plump lips pulled into a thin line and suddenly was the boy standing closer to Baekhyun. Sweat dropped down his spine, heart drumming in his ears.

“Get down!”Baekhyun took a breath, eyes slowly opening and closing before his fingers dragged over the pin, his whole body shaking. Time had stopped but the gun was put down, resting by the boy’s side.”You need to get out…”

Baekhyun swallowed, nodding ever so slightly. There was a small twitch on the other man’s lips and then was he gone, like he hadn't been standing before Baekhyun just a second ago. Now was he alone again, trembling so much he almost dropped the pin. Find Yixing, find Yixing...All he has to do is find Yixing but it was hard when nothing wanted to move. Baekhyun was paralyzed, rooted to the concrete. His thoughts were running but his body was left behind, all he could feel was death.

“Baekhyun!” his heart stopped when a hand fell on his shoulder, forcing him to take a breath and fall back into where he was, the faint sound of sirens and screams.”Baekhyun!”

“..Yixing..”the doctor was bleeding from his eyebrow, the red liquid deeper in the light. He didn't have his coat either, making Baekhyun confused.

“Yes, we need to get out!”Dr Zhang grabbed the zoning boy, pulled him along the white walls which he had walked for so long, the walls which would burn and be the grave to people he wished he could save. 

“Not so fast!” there was a click of a gun and the Lieutenant behind it. Baekhyun tensed as his eyes found yours, the void in them like the first time he saw you. Yixing was stiff by his side, sweat gliding down his neck, giving the illusion of blood. 

“Y/n please listen to me..” Yixing let go of Baekhyun’s wrist, holding his hands up as he pleaded to you, tried to make you see what he had seen. He didn't want to leave you because he was sure no one would survive. 

“No! Stay back”your voice rose, fingers getting clammy around the trigger. Just shoot him, shoot him and get rid of a problem. Do it! Do it!Do it!

“Don't do it…”Yixing was scared but he had to be calm or he wouldn't walk away alive, neither would you or Baekhyun. “..They have lied to you your whole life…”

He saw how your eyes hardened, the slight widening of your iris. Yixing struck a nerve, brought back all your doubt, but he was a part of the rebels, he was an unnatural. Baekhyun got more nervous the more time which went, he couldn't help it when he started to fidget with the pin, gaze darting around as if he waited for soldiers to crash through every wall.

“They never told you the truth about your parents...They killed them because they were born with power…”it can't be true, he’s lying. Your parents were killed by the unnatural, they weren't a part of them. Yixing is lying like he had been as long as you have known him.”I’m telling the truth..”

The doctor reached behind him, fliching ever so slightly when you raised the gun again, but you let him grab the report, you let him throw it to you. Baekhyun had turned from the two of you until he heard the thud of papers falling. 

“That’s you parents...They were killed by the republic..”in your hand were different pictures of your parents, some they smiled in, some were just identification and a few were you in.” They fought for a better future but they died and left you in the claws of inhuman humans…”

It wasn't a dream, the guns had been real, the closet, the last time you saw the woman you called mom. It happened, it wasn't something your brain made up. Tears formed in your eyes, crawled down your face as you stared at two faces of your parents. They were dead but before had you never really had any image of them, only the void they left, the void the republic filled. 

“It can't be true…”

“But it is...I’m sorry…”Baekhyun backed away fast when you pushed down Yixing, forcing the gun against his forehead. You were furious, angry to the point of seeing nothing but the crying child so many years ago, the lives you had taken because they told you to. They used you and he knew, Yixing knew all the time. 

”Why didn't you tell me! You lied!”the gun dropped from your hand, slided on the floor until it landed by Baekhyun’s foot, but you didn't notice, instead were you focused on grabbing Yixing’s throat, squeezing.”You lied like them!”

He couldn't breathe, shaking just like you. The doctor tried to calm you, tired to get his power to stop your racing heart but nothing worked, nothing...Baekhyun pressed the gun to the back of your head, trembling while he couldn't hear anything but the sound of flies. You were killing Yixing and he had to stop you but could he really shot you? Tears rolled down your cheeks, the sight of Yixing laying under you slowly forming before your clearing eyes. Baekhyun pressed the gun harder, watched as you let go of the doctor’s throat but no sign of fear was coming of you. The rustling of Yixing trying to catch his breath made Baekhyun push you of him, helping the older up while you crawled to your parents, contemplating if you should join them, if you had the right to join them. 

The doctor made Baekhyun lower his hand, shaking his head no even if his eyes were red rimmed. They moved closer to you and that’s when Baekhyun saw the man who had helped him all those years ago. It was your father who saved him and the face was no longer a blurr, instead a man with your eyes.

“You can come with us...Help the people and make a change...I know you can be more than what the republic made you to..”Yixing hetasied for a second, his hand just over your shoulder, but he let it fall, feeling the warmth you radiated. You were human, he believed you would be important in this war, he believed you could change the world.”..but we have to move now…”

Just as he finished was there an exploration which shook the ground. The sirens no longer sounded, everything became so quiet like the world stopped. Yixing turned around fast, staring deeply into the dark corridor he and Baekhyun came from. He needs to move now or else will there be nothing left of you but ashes. 

“We really need to go now!”Baekhyun dropped the gun, feeling the needles pinch his skin again. Panic never seemed to leave him, always lurking under his mind, waiting to force him down. Yixing rushed towards you, pushing every paper and picture into the folder, dragging your parents form you once again.”Please come with us Y/n...please…”

You wanted to see him dead, you wanted to see Baekhyun dead, you wanted them all dead, because you didn't know what was right anymore, you didn't know what was the truth. Another explosion sounded, closer this time, and heat started to travel the corridor you had walked so many times. You could smell smoke, you could feel your fingers. If you stayed on the ground, would you never again see the outside, but did you deserve to leave after all you had done? Glancing at Baekhyun. you realized that he had gone pale, looking like he wasn't really there, and to his side was your gun. You could take it, kill them both and you yourself but you had done that your whole life, you had killed the unnatural you parents was a part of.

Rising to your feet, you grabbed the gun and turned to the front. In the end of this corridor would the outside lay, safety, so you ran with your heart in your throat. Yixing managed to grab Baekhyun and follow you, his lips twitching slightly to a smile. 

The closer you got to the outside, the more screams could you hear, sounds of misery and agony falling into a song which turned blood cold. Right in front of the door was two soldiers standing, red on their arms, red stains on their boots. They were republican, they were the ones who you shared a side with but not now. The men looked at you with wide eyes, like they couldn't believe the gun pointing at them.

“Lieutenant Shin?!”taking a breath, you decided that you weren't a Lieutenant, you were you. The forever resting symbol on your arm weren't yours anymore, it was owned by an empty shell, a fired weapons number. 

Firing two rounds, both men fell to the ground. You shot them in their legs, disarming them long enough to take their guns.The doors opened to a memory of yours, a battlefield with bodies and ammunition, with soldiers and grey grass. Baekhyun almost threw up at the scent of everything, the rotting death mixing with blood and gunpowder. It wasn't a pretty sight, it was a realisation of what war was, something which crushed the peace of the everlasting natur. 

The forest was where you wanted to go, the forest was safe enough, and as you glanced around could you see tanks start to move. It was too open here, set you into a panic like state. Baekhyun felt the same, never been trained to handle situations like these. 

“We need to get away from the hospital, they are going to blow it up!”Yixing grabbed your arm, forcing you to start running again. 

You managed to dodge a bullet flying for your head, seedning your own at the person's arm. Hell had broken out around you, chasing you like they prey you turned to. Yixing held Baekhyun as all of you ran across the field, racing your own hearts as time ticked. Just get to the trees, it was all you could think of as you fired bullets at everything which moved. Just a little more...but a loud scream made you stop. 

Baekhyun fell to the ground with Yixing over him. Red dropped down the side of the doctor’s arm, right onto Baekhyun’s cheek. Did he die? Was Yixing dead? The person which annoyed you, the only person who was nice to Baekhyun? A groan left the doctor, indicating to his breathing lungs. You aimed for the man right behind them, seeing his eyes for just a second before he fell to the ground. 

“Get up!”your hiss made Baekhyun stop staring at the wound. His body was stiff but he managed to crawl away and help Yixing walk. You were dripping with sweat, having a hard time keeping Yixing’s arm on your shoulders and moving forward. “Move! Move!”

You wanted to run faster but the limping doctor and stressed light bender slowed you down, made you stay put by their side long enough to see green arms run away. Rebels was fleeing and it made your stomach drop. 

The trees were so close, just a little more….What sounded like a whistle screamed through the air and then did the black object come sailing through the clouds. Time stopped as you stared at the bomb, knowing that you were so close, but it was too late. With the explosion was your voice wailing, your throat becoming raw as you screamed get down. Baekhyun and Yixing disappeared from your grasp, your chest pressed against the ground when something hit you in the back. The world turned into a haze of grey and a ringing in your ears..Was this the end? Would you die now, right after the truth was revealed? Was this your punishment for all you did? The grey slowly faded to black and suddenly weren't you feeling anything, like an outsider looking in.

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Honey

Parings: Lay/Yixing Zhang x Reader

Fuckboy au (kinda), angst (I guess)

Part 1 out of ?

Writer's note: Yes. After 84 years I'm finally back. To be honest it was rough year for me... But hey, it's good to be back. Well this is not another chapter of the series I've already started, just something new that I wanted to share with you. It was suppose to be one-shot, but know I'm not so sure. Maybe I will write another part. Sorry that this is so short

Words count: 1091

Another late night in your apartment. He was laying next to you. His breath steady. You on the other hand couldn’t fall asleep. How did you end up in this situation? Simply, you started falling in love. The biggest mistake of your life.

Yixing has been your best friend since primary school. Always together. People even started saying you’re a couple. That changed when you entered collage. He started going on every party he could. Invited or not, he was there. He did everything. Beginning at drinks going through one night stands and ending with a huge hangover.

You got tangled up in this mess, because one day his drunk ass called you. It was 4 a.m. and he couldn’t talk properly. You being you, worrying about that dumbass you called a friend, went to his apartment. You found him laying down on the couch, face pale as a white ceiling that was above him. You helped him get up and go to the bathroom to take a shower. One thing led up to another and before you knew you were already in bed with him. Since that day you became his booty call.

Another mistake on your list. The ‘friends with benefits’ thing should’ve never happen. He did say to not catch feelings for him. No strings attached, easy. Right? Then you shouldn’t be sitting on your bed wide awake with millions of thoughts running through your brain while he was sleeping peacefully next to you.

“That is the last time I’m doing this with you…’ You whispered looking at the sleeping boy. The thing was that you said that way too many times and you always manage to forget about it every time he called.

Yixing stirred in his sleep, his hand searching for your body. You quickly laid down to not possibly wake him up. Yixing clung to you, burring his face in your neck. Quiet sigh left his lips. One lonely tear escaped your eye, going down your cheek.

When you woke up the next day, he wasn’t there. It wasn’t something new. He did that every time you two fuck. Getting up from bed you picked up your oversized shirt that was on the cold floor of your apartment. Sighing you took off the cover from the bed. Always doing that after you let him use you. You heard a ringtone you’ve set for your friend.

“What’s up, Eunji?” You asked with no emotions in your voice. She knew about the agreement between you and Yixing since the beginning. She always said that you’re going end up with a broken heart.

“Did you know that Yixing is going with Minjoo to Free-Life Festival?” You heard her voice.

Minjoo was the most popular girl on the campus. Daughter of some rich CEO. Spoiled brat that thought she can have everything she wanted. Every boy fell on his knees for her and was willing to do everything just to had her look at him.

“He what?! We were suppose to go together. It was our project that won the competition.” You said.

Free-Life Festival was the biggest one in our town that was organized every year. Every student was working on their project that would be chosen for presentation on the festival as a representative. Finally this year was yours. You and Yixing were suppose to present your Heart-beep. A lamp in shape of a heart that was connected to a smartphone or smartwatch. Depending on your mood it changed colors. It was like a signal for the significant other to let them know that something is wrong. The lamp was suppose to motivate people to talk to each other. When you two won it was normal for you that you will go with Yixing as parents of Heart-beep.

You had to talk with him. Quickly changing your clothes, you grabbed your car keys and left the apartment rather to fast, leaving the door open.

*

“What’s that suppose to be?! What the hell Yixing?” You yelled at him as soon as the door was open to his apartment. He was standing there, shirtless with a towel hanging low on his hips. His black hair damp, few droplets of water running down his neck. You could see some scratches on his chest, not so sure if you left them last night.

“Care to explain?” Trying not to focus on his body you looked at his eyes. Those warm brown eyes you fell in love looked away from you as he spoke.

“Guys from campus can’t see me with just anybody.”

It hit you. His words hurt you more than anything could. He said it like there was nothing between you. Not even a friendship.

The boy standing before you wasn’t the Yixing you knew since childhood. No, that was Lay. The heartbreaker, player that doesn’t care about anyone. Others feelings meant nothing to him. Apparently yours too.

“Lay? Where are you? I can go for another round if you still want to.”  You heard some girly voice.

Soon you saw blonde girl. It was Minjoo, covered only in a dark blue blanket. Her rosy cheeks and swollen lips told more than you wanted to know. He fucked her right after he was with you. It didn’t even took him too long, just few hours after he was with you. Sudden realization hit you like ton of bricks. You were just another girl for him. After all, he got so many flavors in his phone. When one of them wasn’t available, you were his last choice and when Minjoo was in his radar... He just took her to his apartment. That’s the thing, he never take you there. Not even once. When he needed the release, he just showed up at your doorstep waiting for you to let him in.

“Who’s that?” She asked looking at you through his shoulder.

“No one important.” You said. “It was good talking to you, Lay… See you hopefully never again.” You turned quickly to not let him see your tears that started to roll down your cheeks. Not like he would care. There was another broken heart added to his list. This time it was yours.

Y/N Kim, idiot who has fallen in love with her best friend that used her as a fuck toy. How could you agree to everything that night…?

*

“Honey… Would you be my honey?” He asked slowly kissing your neck.

“Yes.”

And that was the moment you handed down your heart to the wrong person.

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Americano

Pairing: Zhang Yixing (EXO Lay) X Reader feat. EXO

Genre: Coffee Shop AU, fluff

Summary: You work in a flower shop while you study for your Masters, and it just so happens that a handsome barista had been sent on an errand to your shop. Will your love gently blossom like the tulips he keeps buying, or maybe awaken you like the fresh coffee that seems to flow through his veins?

There is no doubt about one thing; you will hold his heart as gently as you do blooming flowers. 

A/N: So I mentioned that Chanyeol sent Yixing to get some flowers in Mocha ( Jongdae fic) and this is what happened I guess. Enjoy!

P.S.: I have gotten so much love for this fluff series, so thank you to all of you who are reading it! :) 

Word Count: 4228

One of the main points of their café, apart from the heavenly coffee, was the ambiance and aesthetic of their locale. The café always hosted an array of fresh plants, soft lighting and decorative pillows of various colours and sizes. The group worked hard to maintain the atmosphere that Black Pearl had become famous for. On this particular morning, Chanyeol had noticed that no one had placed an order for fresh flowers from the nearby florist.

It was just Yixing’s luck that he was out and about at the right moment. 

Junmyeon called him on his way to work, just as he was about to round the corner to Black Pearl, and told him to get flowers, of all things. It was seven in the morning, and he had to walk all the way back to the main street to get to the flower shop. By some miracle, it had just opened, and he could see a figure walking around. Trying his luck, and his patience, he walked in, his presence acknowledged with the ring of the bell above the door.

The young woman at the other end stopped her pacing to look at him. A bright smile spread across her face when she spotted him. Slowly, she made her way over to the counter at the centre of the shop, before greeting him.

By some miracle, Yixing happened to be not present during any of the previous flower deliveries, and so did not know the florists working here. Looking at the happy woman right in front of him, he wondered whether the coincidence was really that miraculous, or whether he had simply been out of luck this whole time. You looked lovely this morning, wearing a pretty green dress under your work apron, and smiling like the sun at a time during which the action would be frowned upon, at it was far too early for that.

Not really knowing whether to strike up a conversation or not, Yixing decided to place his order.

“Can I get five bouquets?” Yixing said, his voice gentle and warm. He was always polite, and despite the early hours and lack of caffeine in his veins, he was energetic and bubbly.

“Sure.” You said, waiting for a follow up, but the man in front of you kept quiet, looking at you expectantly. You tapped your fingers against the wooden counter, waiting patiently for further instructions. He just stood there, staring blankly at you, his deep brown eyes a picture of innocence and cluelessness. 

“Of what?” You prompted, which caused him to blink a couple of times, shedding the confusion on his face. 

“I don’t really know.” He answered honestly Yixing had never brought flowers from places like this before. if he had any other choice, he probably would have gone to the supermarket and picked out any bouquet that was not wilting. 

“What are they for?” You encouraged, hoping to help the poor clueless man with his task. 

“Decoration.” He answered, his voice as sweet as it was in the beginning as his eyes shined to match the softness. You groaned internally, feeling that it was a little too early in the day to be dealing with this. 

“What are the main colours of the room?” He looked a little confused at your question but answered anyway.

“Browns.”

You lost yourself in thought, looking around the shop, walking over to the baskets that held identical flowers inside. You picked one out, showing it to your client.

“How about white chrysanthemums?” The flower held slightly negative connotations in the west, but you also knew that it was a symbol of good luck and prosperity. 

“And maybe white tulips.” You picked out another flower, showing it to him. he nodded his head, and smiled at you, showing off his dimples. Still looking as clueless as ever, you began to explain your choice of flowers, hoping he would provide some sort of input. You liked having artistic freedom, but not having anything to work with was proving frustrating.

“It goes well with brown tones because it stands out but does not clash.”

“Okay. Can I get two white chrysanthemums and two white tulips.” He decided, and it took you a second to realise he was talking about whole bouquets, not individual plants. 

“Any other flowers you like?” You asked, prompting him to follow you through the shop, as he concentrated his attention on the array of white flowers your shop hosted.

After some thinking and consultation with you on what you think would look best, he decided on a bouquet of white hydrangea.

“Big or small bouquet?” You asked him, pointing at the size chart hanging on the wall, along with the prices. The bigger bouquet wasn’t too expensive, despite being twice the size of the small one, and so it was the obvious choice.

Yixing decided to get the bigger option. He could then contrast all of Jongdae’s green pot plants with some cut blooming flowers.  

You had gathered the flowers one by one, tying them together with emerald ribbons and wrapping them in fancy white tissue paper, before laying the bouquet down on the counter top and moving on to the next.  During the process, you started up another conversation with your customer, finding out eventually that he was from Black Pearl, which were one of your regular customers.  When you were done, and Yixing had paid, you helped him with putting all the flowers in paper bags, so that he could take them comfortably back to Black Pearl.

 In the process, Yixing had told you about some recent promotions they were doing for their two-year anniversary, including a free slice of birthday cake with any coffee order. An exclusive only available on April 8th. Seeing as you had a serious sweet tooth the offer of free cake sounded divine. You thanked him, and in turn told him that it was the cheapest to buy fresh flowers on Wednesday morning, rather than Monday like today. Some flowers would be even twenty percent cheaper, since they weren’t the ‘freshest’.

“Have a nice day.” You smiled at him as he picked up his bags off the floor.

“It’s nice already.” He smiled, showing you his dimples.

“How so?” You leaned against the counter, looking at him, your eyes filled with polite curiosity.

“I’ve just met a pretty florist.” He said, before walking out the door, leaving you speechless, a pink blush blooming on your cheeks.

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When Yixing passed the doors to the Black Pearl, he was instantly enveloped in the warm and homely aroma of ground coffee beans.

Chanyeol was currently cleaning the coffee press, and you could hear the faint sounds of Minseok mixing the beans for their signature blends in the back of the shop. Junmyeon sat at one of the cleared tables, reading through this week’s long list of tasks. They had to do a deep spring clean, and then prepare for their 2 Year Anniversary in a few weeks’ time. This involved baking multiple cakes and decorating them. Honestly, Yixing was not keen on participating in the baking process, seeing as he himself claimed that the only thing he can cook well was some toast. Baking cakes was not for him.

“Did you get the flowers?” Chanyeol’s voice broke him out of his trance. He set the bags down on the counter, letting Chanyeol burry his whole head into the flowers.  The man then proceeded to breath deeply, inhaling the gentle floral scents. The scents of the flowers were intensified by the deep smell of coffee, which was apparently a kind of palette cleanser for the nose. 

“Ooh… Pretty.” He mumbled, buried in the soft mass of white petals. as comically as he had buried himself in the white mass of flowers, he rose his head, and Chanyeol’s face contorted as he sneezed , sending the unsuspecting Junmyeon flying out of his chair at the loud sound. 

“What are you doing?” He demanded, picking himself up from the floor. some of his papers had fallen with him, and were currently scattered all over the floor. 

Chanyeol apologised sheepishly, hands behind his back as he made himself smaller. Satisfied with the apology, Junmyeon turned to Yixing.

“Why white?” Junmyeon asked, leaning against the chair he previously sat in. 

“It goes well with brown.” Yixing responded, filled with confidence as he relayed the newly found information.

“How do you know that?” Junmyeon laughed, amused with the tone of his friend’s reply.

“The florist told me.” Yixing said as he gathered one of the bouquets into his arms, cradling it like a baby.

“Cool.” Junmyeon nodded, gathering up his paperwork to clear out the table for any upcoming customers.

“Put the flowers in some vases.” He motioned over to Yixing and Chanyeol, before disappearing to the back to return to their office, unsurprisingly searching for some peace and quiet. 

Chanyeol disappeared right after to the stockroom. He returned moments later, carrying a hazardous amount of glass in his hands.

“Where do we put them?” Yixing gestured to the flowers, as Chanyeol began unwrapping them from the tissue paper.

“Let Jongdae sort it out.” Chanyeol told him, before putting the first flowers into the clear glass vase.

When Yixing and him were finally finished, Minseok came out, carrying bags of fresh beans. The older looked over at the two, rising an eyebrow.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” He asked, laughing as he leaned over the Yixing’s shoulder to look at the flowers.

Yixing looked at him, a perfect picture of confusion fainted over his features.

“Where is the water?” Minseok asked, lifting one vase to eye level so that they could see empty glass.

Chanyeol burst out laughing, hitting Yixing on the shoulder in the presses, as the elder attempted to get out the way in an attempt to protect himself.

“I’ll get the water.” Yixing volunteered, running away from the onslaught. 

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The next Monday Yixing came to work with Jongdae, only for the two to find Chanyeol and Baekhyun arguing over the empty flower vases on the table beside them. Apparently, Junmyeon hadn’t ordered flowers again, and so one of them would have to go to the florist to get them.

“I’ll go!” Yixing volunteered, happy at the possibility of meeting the pretty florist again.  He was sure that it would be you working the morning shift today, just like you had last week. Ecstatic at the idea of having a proper conversation this time, he practically ran out the door, leaving his friends confused.

“Okay?” Baekhyun said, tilting his head to the side as he watched the elder disappear down the street.  Chanyeol shrugged and took some of the vases to fill them with water, remembering last weeks’ mistake. He wasn’t in the mood to be scolded by Minseok on a Monday morning, again.

Amidst his excitement Yixing had rushed to the shop so fast that when you saw him walking through the door he was trying to catch his breath. Despite the exertion, he still had a bright smile on his face, and his soft brown eyes were sparkling with energy.

Before you had a chance to react, he was already walking towards you, smiling so brightly his dimples were showing.

“Hi!” Yixing spoke, his voice pitched a little higher than usual, and he could only blame this on the excitement he was feeling when he saw you looking at him when he entered.

“Can I get five bouquets again?” He asked, stopping right in front of the counter, leaning forward as he swayed on the balls of his feet, waiting for your response.

Once the shock of the sudden, energetic arrival wore off, you greeted him in return.

If this was anyone else, you would have felt a little awkward at how energetically he had greeted you, but you knew the rest of his friends from Black Pearl, and it came as no surprise to you that Yixing also matched their energetic and happy natures.

“Morning.” You replied, mimicking his bright smile, happy that someone else was also this energetic in the morning.  “What flowers would you like?”

“Maybe pink?” He smiled, looking around the room. His eyes fell on the basket of pink peonies. Yixing pointed over to it, and you walked over, picking up one of the flowers so he could see it better.

“How about these?” He asked looking back at you.  

“Peonies?” You asked, and he nodded. You walked over to the basket and started picking out flowers for the large bouquet. You tied them together in pink ribbons.  

“And these roses.” Yixing then pointed over to another basket, holding baby pink roses. The colour was almost identical to the peonies. He was evidently going for softer, pastel colours.   

“Carnations?” Yixing picked up a flower, pointing towards the label in an adjacent basket. You gave him the bouquets you had already prepared, allowing him to cradle them in his arms like a child. He smiled down at the flowers, before looking at you with an equally happy smile as you worked.  

“Do these flowers mean anything?” Yixing asked, keen on having an actual conversation with you. Smiling down at the carnations you were working with, you thought a bit about the flowers he had chosen.  

“Pink roses mean sweetness and poetic romance, and then peonies signify good luck and prosperity. People buy them often for wedding anniversaries.” You told him.  

“You could give any of these bouquets to a lover.” He noted, and you nodded. Then again, as long as they weren’t white chrysanthemums, you could give your lover any flower, and they would not know any better.  

“Yeah. I suppose so.” You smiled. He gave you the bouquets he was holding and took out his wallet. After he paid, he left, giving you one last dimple smiled on the way out.  

“Have a nice day!” You called after him, waving goodbye.  

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The next day You were running late to work. Thankfully one of your co-workers was already there, and the shop would be closed to customers for another half an hour, so she told you to grab her a coffee from Black Pearl. She had never actually met any of the men working there because you were the one who took morning shifts, since you had evening classes, and she took later shifts, since she was the owner, and usually had plenty of paperwork and orders to do in the mornings.   

Looking over the extensive menu, you decided to order yourself a coffee too, seeing as their Americano was surprisingly cheap in comparison to the feel of the establishment it was being served at.    

“Hello!” Yixing was the one at the counter this morning, prompting a laugh out of your throat. You looked around the café, seeing the pink flowers intermingled with the deep greens of the pot plants that occupied any free space.  

“So this is where all our flowers are going?” You asked, and Yixing blushed a light pink, eyes scanning the room to look at the flowers he bought from you.   

“Looks very good.” You complimented, your face heating up when you noticed the dimpled smile Yixing was giving you.   

“You pick very nice flowers.” He complimented back, and you laughed lightly, holding onto the two coffee’s he had given you. the urgency that had made you rush previously was now gone. In its place was the sluggish comfort that enveloped Black Pearl every morning. Your lateness suddenly meant very little, and you were able to enjoy the tranquil atmosphere, and the barista who happened to be smiling at you with the most angelic dimpled smiles.   

“Thank you. But these are the ones you picked out.” You told him earnestly. All you had done was tied them together with ribbons. Your eyes wondered over to the wall behind Yixing, and to the clock, conveniently placed right behind him. You froze, the illusion of tranquillity suddenly broken, before you gathered your coffee’s and got ready to make a run for it.   

“I’m off.” You announced, taking Yixing aback, and began to hurriedly make your way towards the exit, wide eyes signalling the sudden urgency.  

“Running late?” He called out, leaning over the counter to catch a better glimpse of you.  

“Just a little!” You called back, before the door closed behind you, and Yixing was left standing alone at the counter, eyes still stuck in the direction you exited from, gazing at you with longing.   

“Who was that.” Junmyeon asked, appearing behind Yixing. His solid hand broke the man out of thoughts and he turned to his friend.  

“The florist.” He answered.   

“Oh, Y/N?” Junmyeon asked, pointing towards the vase with light pink roses in it. 

“Yeah.” Yixing answered absentmindedly, eyes looking into some imaginary distance.  

“Tell her to give us a discount.” He told him, earning a glare from the usually calm man.   

“Hey!” He yelled out when Minseok’s hand connected with the back of his head. 

“Stop pestering him.” He ordered, before going to the back room, leaving behind a bewildered Junmyeon. Yixing gave Junmyeon a smile before he returned to serving other patrons.  

When the day had ended, all nine of them sat down at the cleared tables, tucking into the freshly delivered take-away pizzas. Their dinner wasn’t anything fancy as they sat around tables, barely able to keep themselves sitting upright. Their back bent with exhaustion, legs hurting from the long hours of standing around and running errands.  

Baekhyun had rested his head against Yixing’s shoulder, humming quietly and he chewed on his food. Yixing was almost asleep, his eyes closing shut without his permission.  

Junmyeon had started speaking, suddenly filled with energy. 

“I just realised that we order flowers from them every week, but Y/N had only comer to our café twice.” He leaned forward so he would be closer to Yixing and Baekhyun. “And only because the first coffee wasn’t for her.” His tone sounded almost accusatory.  

“Yixing, convince her to come more often.” He demanded, earning laughs from Chanyeol and the two youngest friends. At this, Junmyeon earned himself the glares of both Minseok and Kyungsoo. The power of their stares had the laughing trio fall silent, and they hurriedly dug into extra slices of pizza, exchanging knowing glances.  

“I am not getting you a discount.” Yixing said without looking up from his food. 

The other boys went into hysterics, laughing loudly and cheering him on as Minseok got into a heated discussion with Junmyeon, about how it was absolutely unnecessary to get a discount on the flowers, seeing as they already had one. 

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“Come on. We can get free cake with coffee today!” You had managed to drag your boss/co-worker to the second anniversary event at Black Pearl, and you were ready for your daily dose of sugar and caffeine.  

You walked into the café, seeing that all tables have been taken. Your co-worker started complaining about lack of seating, because that meant you would have to return to your shop to eat.  

You brightened instantly at the sight of Junmyeon at the counter. You managed to notice the nudge he sent Yixing’s way, before changing positions with him, so that he would be the one to take your order.   

“Coffee?” He asked your boss, standing in front of you, completely nonchalant as he smiled at you as if you had not just been a witness to Junmyeon’s dirty trick.    

“You could not have suggested anything better.” Your boss responded, waiting for you to say something.  

“Hi Yixing!” You greeted him, congratulating him on their two years, before introducing the woman standing beside you.  

“This is Elizabeth, my boss.” You introduced her, and Yixing shook her hand politely. This time his smile wasn’t as deep, so his cheeks lacked the dimples that always appeared when he was smiling at you.  

You ordered their Anniversary Special, gaining a slice of black forest cake along with your usual americano.  

“Do you ever have enough sugar?” Elizabeth asked, watching you over her cup of cappuccino, as you contemplated buying another slice.   

“No.” You responded, deciding to take advantage of the promotion to come again at the end of your shift in a few hours.   

“A sweet tooth?” Yixing asked as he packed the two slices of cake in cardboard boxes.

“You have no idea.” Elizabeth answered for you, laughing at the memory of today’s breakfast, which had consisted of Nutella on toast.  

“You are going to get cavities.” Yixing chided playfully, leaning closer to you to hand you the boxes he finished packing.  

“I brush my teeth.” You stuck your tongue out at him, earning a laugh, before Elizabeth started dragging you towards the exit. 

“Bye have a nice day!” You waved at him, just as the door closed in front of you. 

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Back in the flower shop, Elizabeth and you were eating your cakes at the counter. She had kept glancing at you for the last fifteen minutes, before she finally decided to speak. 

“What’s on your napkin?” She asked, pointing at the piece of tissue. More specifically, she was pointing at the back ink that had bled through to the other side.  

Sure enough, when you did turn the tissue upside down, you saw a message, written in an elegant font, addressed to you.  

“To Y/N: Meet me outside at 7:00pm – ZYX” 

“The barista is asking you out!” Elizabeth could not contain her excitement as she squealed. 

“Go! You have to!” She insisted as you kept on stealing glances at Yixing’s message. 

A smile tore through your face, and you could not contain the little happy dance you did with Elizabeth before she started fretting over your what you should wear.  

After finally deciding that you should wear something nice instead of your everyday clothes, you settled for a blue dress and a cardigan.  

Nervous, you fiddled with your hands as you walked towards Black Pearl, hoping Yixing would really be there, but also hoping you were not making a fool of yourself.  You rounded the corner, and like something ethereal, he stood in front of the coffee shop, his silhouette illuminated partially by the lights inside his café. Dressed in a simple white button down and black dress pants, he looked even more handsome than usual. Day to day, you had seen his goofy, relaxed side. This side of this oozed charisma. You became even more nervous than before, wondering how in hell you got so lucky as to have Yixing take you out on a date. 

When he saw you, walking towards him, looking ever so pretty, Yixing was sure his heart was going to jump right out of your chest with the strength it was beating now. It felt like it could no longer be caged within his ribs, it desired solely to be closer to you. Alas, the ribs contained him, and it had to settle for rattling the bars of his prison.  

“Let’s go.” He managed to say. Not sure where to place his hands, he settled for fulfilling his heart’s desire. Gently, he took your hand in his, and intertwined your fingers, content with the way you settled comfortably by his side as you walked down the street.  

“Where are we going?” You asked turning to look at him, waiting for his answer. He smiled, turning to look at you before he answered. 

“I always wanted to go to The Night Theatre.” The words came out more like a confession than an answer, but they did reveal where you were headed. The Night Theatre was a student led and philanthropically funded initiative, where people could come and put on shows. It was used mostly for Open-Mic nights, stand up comedy and starting out musicians.  

You headed off to the Night Theatre and managed to get seats in the second-row tables. 

For the rest of the evening you watched musician after musician make their way on the small stage set up at the front. In between music performances, you laughed your hearts’ out at the duo of hosts, who obviously dabbled in comedy.  

At the end of the show, Yixing and you walked around aimlessly through the city streets, sometimes talking, sometimes content at the silence between you two. 

Too soon for your liking, you reached your building, and turned to him to bid your goodbyes. 

“Want to go out again sometime?” He asked, still holding your hand. 

“I’d love to.” You told him, no longer bashful. The easy-going vibe you two always shared had made its reappearance, and you were glad you no longer were a nervous mess.  

Just as you were about to let go, Yixing pulled you back into him gently, allowing you to fall into his chest. 

His head lowered, so that his eyes bore into yours. His penetrating gaze encouraged your own to increase its intensity, matching the subdued passion with which he was looking at you.  

Slowly, his lips met yours. His lips were soft. Hot. The passion scalding you in the best way possible as your lips moved against his. 

“Lets do this again.” He said between kisses. Lets kiss like this. Lets laugh till our lungs hurt. Lets love. The words hung unspoken in the air, thick and hot enough to leave an impression on your skin in the places his hands touched you.  

And you did do it. Again, and again, and again. 

[goodwriterwithbadhabits]

Phantom Lover

Master List

This is a doozy! I got so carried away. You wanted angst? I give you Detective Yixing x College Reader. 

And I am so sorry about this one, it seems both too long and also so rushed at the same time.

Warnings: Certifiably fucked up. Torture, death, blood violence, cops, swearing

Enjoy

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When Detective Yixing woke up, he was not expecting the first thing he saw to be a woman standing in his bedroom, but there you were. Your was face covered in scrapes and bruises, your clothes torn and bloodied and your fingertips dripping blood onto his bedroom floor.

Of course he did the logical thing, the thing any police detective would have done at that sight at 9:30 in the morning.

He screamed. Loudly. 

You took a step back, shocked at his outburst, and stumbled back further when his bedroom door burst open and his roommate burst through the door. Suho looked around wildly, brandishing a baseball bat.

“What the fuck, Lay?” He huffed, “Scaring the shit out of me this fucking early.” Yixing looked at him incredulously.

“Do you not see the girl? The bloody woman standing right there?” He gestured to where you stood but Suho seemed to look right through you.

“Lay, there's no one there, you're just overworking yourself, dude.”

“No, she's right there!” He practically shouted. Suho sighed in annoyance and walked over to you, and then through you.

“No one here, Lay. Seriously, its the missing persons case, its got you going crazy.” Suho sighed, patting his friend on the shoulder and leaving the room. “Maybe you should ask for someone to take over.” He offered from across the house.

“Yeah maybe.” Lay breathed, still staring at you. “Are you real?” You looked down at yourself, examining the blood on your fingers before looking back at him and saying something he couldn't here. “What? I can't hear you.” You spoke again, clearly attempting to enunciate every word but there was still no sound. “You can hear me, but I can't hear you, right?” You huffed, shrugging.

“Lay! Come eat, you're gonna be late!.” Suho called.

“Could you, um, could you turn around? I need to get dressed.” He asked, tugging the duvet closer to himself. Your cheeks went red and you pointed to the door. He nodded and you practically ran out of the room.

You were aware of everything, your name, the dull throbbing pain that coursed through your body. Even what had happened right before you found yourself seemingly astral projected in some stranger's house. You didn't feel dead, you could feel your pulse when you checked it, but you couldn't touch anything. Your hand just went right through it, which made making your way through the house so much easier.

You wandered his house, waiting for him, for a few minutes. It was fancy, two stories, a nice view, a huge pool in the back, very art deco meets log cabin vibes. Lay's roommates, Suho and Sehun, a friend of your roommate's, were sitting in the spacious kitchen, discussing Lay when you got there.

“I think we should talk to Xiumin, it's not healthy for Lay to be working so much.” The other one said.

“Maybe, but he seemed really sure about there being someone there. I went to college with him, I've seen what he's like when he's hallucinating.”

“When was he-”

“I'm not telling you that story, Sehun. Don't you have class?” Suho immediately cut off the younger man.

“Not for another hour, but if you're sure he isn't hallucinating, have him talk to Professor Do.” Sehun shrugged.

“The creepy occult professor?” Suho questioned, setting a thermos next to a lunch pail on the counter.

“Yeah, but he knows a lot about ghost stuff. It's a long shot, but maybe he can help him out.”

“Whose gonna help who out?” Lay inquired as he entered the kitchen, now clad in crisp slacks and a cream-colored button-down with black suspenders standing stark from the cloth.

He looked good, like every detective from the movies and TV shows you had grown up watching and knowing that he couldn't hear you, you told him so. 

“Professor Do, he's an occult expert and he might be able to help out with the girl your seeing.” Sehun explained. Lay nodded, picking up the lunch box and thermos. “I'll check him out after work. See you later guys.” He waved to his roommates as he jogged out to his car. Once outside he glanced behind him to see you following. “Do you recognize any of the buildings in the area?” He asked you, to which you shook your head. He opened the driver's side door and rested his head on the roof of his car. You, in some half-assed attempt at existing in the corporeal plane, grabbed at the handle of the passenger side door and shockingly, were able to open it.

“Holy shit.” He breathed, “Well, climb in, you can come with me to the precinct and we can see if we can't find out what's happening.” He instructed, and you both climbed into the car.

Back inside the house, Suho and Sehun slowly turned towards each other as Lay pulled away, both having seen, not only the car door opening on its own but also the reflection of a beaten-up woman in the window of the car.

“Did you see?” Suho asked the younger boy.

“So he's not crazy.” Sehun admitted.

“And he's not hallucinating.”

“But who the hell is she?”

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“We just received another missing person's report.” Police Captain Xiumin announced to the group of detectives gathered around the report board. “A young woman L/n, Y/n. She went to work four days ago and never came home. Her roommate, Kim Jongin, says he thought she might have gone to her mothers and forgot to tell him but when he called this morning her mother said she wasn't there.” The captain tacked a picture to the board and Lay had to hold back his gasp, there you were, staring back at him from what looked like a school ID. “Zhang, do you have anything on this case?”

“I think so, we've noticed a pattern.” Lay started, loading a presentation on the projector. You were sat at his desk next to him, staring at your own picture on the wall. Had it really been four days? “Whoever is doing this only seems to be taking college women, that was obvious. We didn't see any possible connection until last night. None of them are in the same major, they don't look alike, but they all have one thing in common. They have all modeled for an art class on campus. The class meets at 2 on Thursdays. Lee Sora, two days before she was taken, Yang Hyunjoo, three days prior, Kim Sunmi, one day prior.” CCTV images of girls you vaguely knew popped up on the screen, all posing some sort of way on the dais in the middle of the room. “Hwang River and Boo Hana were both the day they modeled, I'm almost certain if we check, Miss Y/n will be on the list of their models.” A few of Lay's colleagues gave him looks of awe while others stared at him like he was their archenemy.

“Do that. Who would have this list of models, who would know?” Xiumin inquired.

“Only the teacher, whose been at class nearly every time one of them was taken, and the students in the class.”

“I want the names of every kid in that class, I want them brought in and questioned and I want this figured out yesterday. And who the hell is that?” Xiumin nearly shouted as a shadow fell in front of the projector screen, you had stepped in front, pointing to the photo of yourself.

“There's no one standing there.” Someone noted, “Just their shadow.”

“Zhang? Is this part of the presentation?” Lay smirked, making eye contact with you.

“No sir.”

“Then who is that? And why can't we see them?”

“Sir, I believe that is Miss Y/n.” You nodded, which made everyone gasp. “ I think she's going to be able to help us out.”

“Alright.” Xiumin mused, still staring at your shadow. “Everyone get to work. Yang, I want you on the list of students, round up who you need to. Zhang, meet me in my office, and bring the girl.” The lights came back on, and the projector turned off, rendering you invisible once again. Xiumin walked to his office as Lay set his things back on his desk. You made your way over to the report wall, seeing the faces of the other girls.

“Recognize anyone?” He asked you. You nodded, pointing to Lee Sora, a girl you had met in the cafeteria during a study group. “Just her?” You gestured to the others and made the motion of kinda with your hand.

“So you can see her then?” Homicide Detective Lu Han asked, looking towards the report board where Lay was looking. “How come?”

“No idea. She showed up in my room this morning. Suho walked right through her but she managed to open my car door.” Lay explained.

“Hmm, maybe it's just your things she can touch.” He offered, “Y/n! He called, lobbing his badge towards you. You tried to catch it only to have it fall right through you.

“What was that going to accomplish?” Lay asked.

“Give me your badge.” Lay complied and Lu tossed it in your direction and to his shock, you caught it. “Hey, I was right.” He grinned. “If she holds on to it, we'll be able to see her too.” He shrugged. “Either way, you need to go see the boss.” You walked over to Lay's desk trying to hand him back his badge.

“Hold onto it.” He ordered, before leading you towards the boss's office.

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“Care to explain whatever this is?” Xiumin asked, leaning on his desk and staring at the floating police badge in front of him.

“I don't know how to, sir. She was in my room this morning, no one else can see her.” Lay explained. “It seems she can only touch my things, I was shocked she even cast a shadow.”

“But she's L/n Y/n?”

“It would seem so. The problem is, I can't hear her when she talks, and I don't understand sign language.” 

“We need to know what she knows.”

“I was going to stop by Professor Do, the occult studies professor, see if he might be able to help.”

“We'll go now. Take her in your car, I'll meet you there.” Xiumin ordered. Lay nodded and the two of you left the office.

“At least someone believes me, and I know you're not just a product of my hallucinations.” Lay laughed, gathering his folders on his desk. You plopped in his chair, hand immediately going to pick up his letter opener, spinning it in your bloody fingers, effectively smearing your blood across it. “Hopefully Professor Do will be able to help.” He sighed, “Let's go then.”

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Xiumin met the two of you in front of the administrations building of the university.

“Hello, can I help you?” The receptionist inquired. The young man, whose name tag read Jongdae, smiled at the two men, not noticing the floating police badge that was now attached to a chain around your neck.

“Captain Minseok, Busan PD, this is Detective Zhang, we need a few things from you.” Lay pulled out your picture from his files.

“Recognize this student?” Jongdae nodded, smiling. “What can you tell us about her?”

“She's a wonder. Investigative Journalism major, though she hasn't been to class in a few days.”

“Since when?”

“Well, she came in for her Friday morning photojournalism lecture but hasn't been to class for the last two days. I'm getting kinda worried.” He confessed. You smiled, thankful that one of your friends cared.

“Thank you, we may have more questions for you. What’s the best way to get hold of you?” Xiumin asked, Jongdae immediately grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled his number on it.

“Here, call or text me. For any reason.” He winked at the captain, who wasn't sure how to respond. You burst out laughing, thankful that no one could hear you.

“We, we need to know if Professor Do is in today.” Xiumin stuttered, tucking the paper into his breast pocket.

“The occult studies professor?”

“Yes.”

“Let me call.” He picked up the phone, while Lay and Xiumin took a few steps back.

“I'm going to stay down here, I want to ask this guy if he knows anything about the other missing girls. Take her up to the professor and call me if anything comes up.” Xiumin decided.

“Yes sir.”

“Excuse me.” All three of you looked to Jongdae. “The professor is in his office. It's in the human sciences building, I can give you a map.” Lay looked to you who pointed to yourself, telling him you knew the way.

“That's alright, I know the way. Thank you.” Lay turned back to his superior and nudged his shoulder. “Don't have too much fun Captain.”

“Shut up Zhang.”

~~

Walking through campus was strange, you saw people you knew, but they couldn't see you. At one point you walked right by your friend group and heard them asking Jongin about you.

“I don't know. She didn't come home Friday. I filed a missing persons report this morning.” He explained.

“Why'd you wait?” Sehun asked, “I've got some friends at the police department, I could have asked them to look into it.”

“Sehun.” Lay chastised, as he walked by. “Don't go getting any ideas, you'll end up owing me favors.”

“Lay, what are you doing here? Is it about-” Lay cut the younger man off.

“I'm just here to speak to Professor Do. Although.” Lay pondered for a moment. “Have any of you attended the live model art class?”

“I have.” Your friend Tao, raised his hand. “The one on Thursday right?”

“Anything you can tell me about it?” Lay asked, pulling his notepad out of his pocket. “Anything that's changed in the past few months?”

“Well, the class only started a few weeks ago, but it's been losing its intrigue. Only a few of us still attend the class. Most have dropped it.” Tao explained.

“Would you be willing to come down to the station and answer some questions, Mister...?”

“Huang Zitao. And yeah, that's no problem.” You smiled, watching Lay and one of your closest friends talk. You couldn't pretend not to like Lay, he was smart, kind, and hard working. There must have been some sort of connection between you two, it was the only explanation for why you showed up in his bedroom.

“Thank you, when you can, go to the station and ask for Yang. He's the one who gonna want to ask you some questions.” Lay bowed to the group who bowed back before walking off.

“Detective. Are you gonna find our friend?” Jongin called. Lay stopped, locking eyes with you as you both smiled, slowly turning back to the group.

“Yes.”

Lay continued pouring over his notes as you made your way to Professor Do's office. A few students seemed to notice you, or at least the floating badge, and do double-takes, but most were scurrying between classes. You paused in front of the classroom as the professor said goodbye to the students, waiting for him to be finished speaking to the last of the stragglers.

“Excuse me, professor Do?” Lay interrupted, “Detective Zhang, I need to speak to you.”

“Of course, I'll see you next week Hyunjin, and I hope you find your friend.” He told the student, turning his attention to Lay and the floating badge as the student ran off. “Come in you two.”

The inside of his classroom was surprisingly normal-looking, a few dead animals in formaldehyde and some ancient texts hanging on the walls, but his office was another story. Giant bookshelves full of decaying texts, charms, and crystals on the walls and strange devices on shelves across the room. “I suspect you're not here about the missing girls.” He started, motioning for Lay to take a seat. “You here about that.” He pointed to you and the badge. “Your ghost friend.”

“Actually, it's a bit of both professor, this is L/n Y/n-”

“One of the missing students. Is she dead?” You had spoken to the professor before, but the way he was staring at you was freaking you out.

“I don't think so. She looks pretty alive.”

“You can see her? Tell me everything, feel free to have a seat Y/n.” He sat on the other side of his desk, eyes never leaving you as Lay explained everything.

“So others could see her, and she can't touch what isn't yours?” He mused once Lay had finished.

“That seems to be the case professor.”

“Call me Kyungsoo. I think I've seen something like this before.” Both of you perked up at this.

“You have?”

“Its a very rare soulmate bond. The ability to astral project to the other if the need arises. Eventually, you'll be able to do it whenever you want.” Kyungsoo explained, moving to one of his bookshelves.

“Hold on, did you say soulmates?” Lay asked.

“Yes.” Kyungsoo's blunt reply made you both look at the other, and you felt your cheeks heat up. “It says here that we may be able to see her using a mirror.” He read, setting the book down he grabbed the large mirror from the corner and set it in the middle of the room. “Y/n, come stand in front of this please.” You did as you were told and were shocked when you finally got to see yourself.

You looked like shit.

Your hair was ratty and greasy, you were covered in cuts and bruises and the shirt you were wearing was cut in places and covered in blood, likely from your own hands which had finally stopped bleeding.

“Well hello again, how are you feeling?” You shrugged, not really sure, everything felt kinda fuzzy and yet damp, like your actual body was somewhere wet. “Alright, try speaking, tell us your name.” You did and once again, no sound. “Well, do you know sign language?” You nodded, thankful to finally be able to communicate. “Alright, well tell us your story, slowly, and I can translate.” He glanced at Lay, who was fishing out his notebook again. When Lay gave you a thumbs up, you began.

“I was leaving work, walking through the park. It was late at night and I hear someone behind me. Then someone put their hand over my mouth, I smelled something awful and I woke up in the dark. I could see a door of some kind, there was light around it, I went to it, but it was locked and the stairs leading to it were wet. I banged on the door and tried to pry it open with my hands but someone hit it from the other side. I got scared and hurried down the stairs. I don't know how long I was there, but sometimes a tray of food, usually a sandwich and a glass of water was shoved in a hole in the door. I found what felt like a window but it didn't let in any light. I had been trying to pry open the door again when someone hit the door and I fell backward, I think I fell down the stairs, but when I opened my eyes again, I was laying on your floor, you woke up a moment later.” Kyungsoo glanced at the detective who was still frantically writing notes.

“What do you recall of the room you were in? Did you get a feel for the size?” He was kinda hot when he went full detective mode.

“She says it felt small, and it was possibly underground.”

“Was there anyone else in the room?”

“I don't think so. I never heard anyone else, and you say I've been gone for days.” You paused, frantically trying to remember something else. When it hit you you frantically waved your hands before carefully signing what you had to say. Kyungsoo's eyes went wide and he hesitated. “Are you sure?” You signed it again, slower.

“What? What is she saying?”

“She says, I heard screaming like someone was being hurt, not very far away.”

~~ Back at the precinct, you and Lay stood in the interrogation viewing room as people were interviewed by Yang Jeongin and Lu. Most of them said the same things, they only knew you from the class, never spoke to you afterward and never thought there was anyone who might get mad at you for anything.

Then Tao came in. You were practically pressed to the viewing glass, wanting to walk through it and comfort your friend who looked a little scared.

“Huang Zitao, martial arts expert, fashion and design major, what are you doing in an art class?”

“Honestly, there's a guy I have a thing for who was in the class for a while before he moved back home to China. Then it was too late to quit and the people there are pretty nice.”

“Did you know any of the models in the class?” Jeongin asked, to which Tao nodded.

“I know Boo Hana, she's in my interior design class and L/n Y/n is a close friend of mine.”

“Was there anyone in the class that might have had it out for any of the girls?” Tao hesitated, nervously looking around. You quickly pulled off the badge and walked through the wall, moving to stand behind Tao and set your hand as close to on his shoulder as you could.

“Zitao, we need you to be honest with us if there was anyone that gave you even a bad vibe, we need to know, we won't be able to find your friend unless you tell us.”

“There was one guy...”

~~

“We can't just run in, it could get somebody killed. We need evidence Zhang, you know that.” Xiumin was trying to remain calm as Lay pleaded with him.

“But Captain, this guy is our only real lead-”

“If you think he could have something to do with this, get some more evidence and give me a reason to put out a warrant.”

“But Captain-” “Enough, need I remind you what happened last time your went rushing in to danger?”

“No sir.” Lay sighed.

“Go home, Lay, you have until the end of the day tomorrow to bring me something substantial, or I'm taking you off the case.”

“Minseok,” The older boy looked Lay in the face, being as professional as possible.

“You've become too emotionally invested, get your head clear and find something in the morning. I have faith in you, you're my best detective.”

“Thank you sir. I'll see you in the morning.”

~~

“None of this makes any sense,” Lay groaned, tugging at his hair. It was nearing 3 in the morning and Lay was still pouring over his notes and files. You were sat next to him on his couch, wishing you could help him more. You weren't even sure if you could touch him to calm him down, you hadn't tried. “Tao said he was the one, but he's a straight-A student, captain of the debate team, even in choir. He's like a damn angel, and if he is the one and I can't find him, something might happen to all of you and you could get hurt or worse. I can't have that on my conscience-” You stopped his ramblings by setting your hands on his cheeks, turning his head to face you. You looked at him sternly, making him sigh and press his cheek further into your hand. “You're right, I'm way too stressed about this, and freaking out won't help.” He chuckled, “You aren't even speaking to me and you're already putting me in my place, maybe we are soulmates.” You chuckled as well, the smile on your face making his broader. “I don't know what to do.” He finally sighed. You had an idea and slowly trailed your arms down his neck and to his shoulders. “Woah, darling, I don't plan on having sex with a ghost.” You smacked his chest, grabbing the notebook from beside his leg.

“Why don't you google his name, ya nasty.” You wrote on the notepad.

“Darling you're a genius.” He declared, grabbing your cheeks and planting a chaste kiss on your forehead. “Why didn't I think of that? Don't answer that.” He pulled his laptop closer to himself and pulled up the browser. “What's his name?” You flipped through the notebook, scooting closer to him in order to show him his own notes. “What would I do without you?”

~~ “Captain! Captain, I have something.” Lay nearly shouted as the two of you entered the precinct.

“Good, because I couldn't get the art teacher to cancel tomorrow's class.” Lu added, joining Lay as he walked towards the captain's office. “Most of the student's have been accounted for, and they have some pretty solid alibis.”

“Zhang, Han, tell me you have something, preferably something we can act on before tomorrow afternoon?” Xiumin greeted, opening the door of his office for them to enter.

“Actually yes, sir.” Lay practically grinned. “I looked him up last night, he's a recent transfer student, the last town he came from had a string of serial kidnappings and subsequent murders right before he came here. He lives in some big farmhouse looking thing on the very outskirts of town.”

“That's not enough to get a warrant.” Xiu sighed.

“Maybe not, but combined with the character reports from the interrogations yesterday, it's enough for us to be able to go talk to him. And if we see something, we can act.” Lu explained, setting a stack of transcripts from the previous days down on the captain's desk. Xiumin looked at the papers in front of him, then to the two men.

“Go together, I'll have everyone here on standby, if anything sets you off, I want you to radio backup, unless someone is dying, you are not to go in by yourselves. Understand me?” Both men stood straight, saluting their captain.

“Yes sir.” He saluted them back.

“Go find our girls.”

~~

Lay in full tactical gear was hot, you weren't even gonna lie. The bulletproof vest, the boots, had you been one of the weirdos on the internet you would have asked him to step on you.

“It looks like an old bunker, a barn built on top, and a farmhouse.” Lu explained from the passenger seat. You were sat in the middle of the backseat, that way Lay could continue to keep an eye on you. As you got closer to the farm, your arm started to burn. Not like the building was on fire, but more like someone was stabbing you with a hot poker.

“I'll check the barn, you knock on the front door.” Lay decided. “Y/n, are you okay?” He asked, seeing your pained expression in the rearview. You shook your head frantically, clutching the burning spot on your arm. “We're almost there, we'll get you out of there.” He assured you, but when he glanced back at you, the backseat was empty. “Shit.” He growled, stomping on the gas and turning on his sirens.

“Lay, what the hell?”

“She's gone. Something's happened.”

~~ When you opened your eyes, you were laying on a cold metal, something, possibly a surgical table. Your arms were strapped down and you could still feel the burning in your arm. You frantically looked around the dimly lit room, seeing a figure with purple hair slumped against a far wall.

“Ah, there you are.” A man's voice said. “I was wondering when you'd come to.”

“What did you do to her?” You asked, voice hoarse. He chuckled darkly.

“Sora? She's still alive if that's what you're wondering. I'm not going to kill any of you yet.”

“Why are you doing this?” He slammed his hands on either side of your head, leaning above you.

“Because you and your little whore friends deserve it. Parading around in practically nothing while pretending to study, then having the audacity to be a nude model.” He growled you could feel the tears leaking from your eyes, into your hair. “I'm going to make you hate this body, then, I'm going to kill you.”

“What are you gonna do to me?” Your voice was quiet and squeaky, not something you'd ever want someone to hear.

“I'll do exactly what I did to Sora, I'm going to make your skin so horrifying you'd never let it be seen, then I'm going to do the same to your face. Then I'm going to kill you.” He moved around you, standing between you and Sora, but not enough to entirely block your view of her. “I can't do it all at once though, too much pain and the body shuts down, but as long as you don't pull a Sora, you'll be fine. For now.” He raised a small scalpel and from the corner of your eye, you saw Sora shift.

~~

It was beginning to be too much. Your voice was shot from screaming, and your arms were burning from the missing skin. He was flaying you, piece by piece. He paused finally, setting down his tools to check his phone, and you looked behind him, shocked to find Sora missing. The sound of tires outside made you both look towards the doors of the barn you were in.

“Help!” You cried, voice much quieter than you'd prefer. “In here!”

“Shut up!” He whisper-yelled, “You stupid-” He was suddenly cut off and you turned your head to find Sora holding a large piece of rock above her head as he fell to the ground.

“Oh my god, Sora!” You gasped. “Outside.”

“I heard, let's untie you.” You would have been startled by how calm she seemed, despite missing chunks of skin on her arms, but all you could think about was how much you wanted out of there. She started working on the knots on your arms as you continued shouting. Something must have been blocking the doors because it was obvious someone was pushing on them from the outside.

“Lu! Lay!” You called, your head beginning to swim from blood loss and exertion.

“Y/n? Is there anyone else with you?” Lu called thought the doors.

“I'm here, Lee Sora.”

“I need to get my partner, will you be alright?”

“He's unconscious right now. Just hurry back please.” Sora called, finally freeing your arm. “Don't sit up, you'll probably pass out.” She instructed you.

A moment later the barn doors exploded inwards as Lay drove the car into them.

“We need back up and at least one ambulance here ASAP.” Lu ordered into the radio as Lay jumped out of the car.

“The others, do you know where they are?” He asked Sora, eyes still trained on you.

“Down in some sort of sub-basement.” Sora explained, “There's a trap door over there.”

“Hey you.” He finally greeted you. You smiled up at him weakly, trying to lift your arm to grab his hand.

“Hey you.” You whispered back, as he found your hand with his.

“It's nice to hear your voice.” Your eyes shut as you chuckled weakly, and the last thing you heard was him calling your name faintly.

~~

When you finally woke up, someone was holding your hand, and someone else was having a quiet conversation somewhere else in the room. As your vision cleared, you could figure out you were in a hospital room, Jongin sitting in the chair beside you, holding your hand as he scrolled on his phone.

“Kai?” Your voice made him jump and drop his phone as his face erupted in a smile.

“Oh my god, you're awake.” He jumped to his feet, hugging you tightly. “I was getting so worried.”

“I'm okay. How are the others?”

“Hana, Hyunjoo and Sunmi were discharged this morning. River is filling her discharge paperwork out now and-”

“And I'm right here.” You turned your head to find Sora in the bed next to you, with one of her friends sitting next to her. “I wasn't going to leave until I knew you were okay.”

“Thank you.” She smiled at you, but her attention was brought to the doctor that had just walked in.

“Good afternoon, miss Y/n. How do you feel?”

“A little weary, and like I rolled down a street in my swimsuit.”

“Well, your arms are a little worse for wear but we have pain medication and an ointment for you to apply once you're discharged. You should be alright in a few weeks.”

“Awesome. When can I leave?” You laughed, hating hospitals.

“Lets check your vitals and we could have you out of here in an hour.”

Down in the waiting room, where you and Sora were wheeled by your respective best friends, stood a cluster of people. Two men in crisp suits helped Sora out of her wheelchair and pulled her into a tight hug, one that seemed more intimate than brothers. Another man in a suit was talking to Xiumin and from the look on the captain's face he didn't like the guy.

“I am so ready to go home.” You groaned, standing up and popping your back.

“I bet you are, but I'm going out to lunch with Kyungsoo.” Jongin told you, handing you your keys.

“Oh, how am I getting home?” You asked, earning a shrug from him.

“I'm taking you. I'm also taking you out to lunch.” Lay made his way through the crowd, stopping right in front of you. “I think its time we got to know each other, right?”

[add-v-bae]

Turn Back the Clock (1)

Rating: M (References to sex)

Pair: Chen x Reader x Lay (poly relationship) Word count: 1,261 Summary: A spinoff of Text Roulette. In the known timeline, a rejection resulted in you earning a lifetime with the three best friends you could ask for and two loving boyfriends. What happens in the timeline where you’re not rejected?

Part Two |

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The Butterfly effect: A property of chaotic systems (such as the atmosphere) by which small changes in initial conditions can lead to large-scale and unpredictable variation in the future state of the system.

The Multiverse theory: The theory that there are infinite universes and with each decision that’s made, there’s another universe where you’ve made the other decision

In one universe, a rejection ended with a lifelong friendship with three men and falling in love with two others you met over the phone. Now, what went on in the universe where the rejection never happened?

When you made what felt like your first typical best friend in your freshman year of high school, this isn’t what you expected.

You were standing in the lunch room, a distance away from the table that you were desperately trying to build up the courage to walk to, more specifically, the black-haired man with his back towards you.

Your friend, amongst a heavy session of truth or dare, had dared you to ask out one of the most desired men in the school; a student that came to South Korea a year ago, Chinese student Zhang Yixing.

It probably wouldn’t have been nearly as awkward if it wasn’t for the fact that you’d never spoken a word to him.

After pepping yourself up for a few minutes, you forced your feet to carry you before your brain could panic.

There was, however, nothing to stop you from panicking the moment you got there, your thought process going haywire the moment you saw the blonde of the table look at you, the brunette too busy on his phone and the noirette still didn’t see you due to you being behind him.

“Uh...Xing...” the blonde said, getting Yixing’s attention before pointing at you.

The man turned and the moment his eyes landed on you, all plans for what you were going to say started to get jumble. To try and gain your thoughts back, you started rehearsing what you were going to do in your head

‘Ask to go somewhere else, then “will you go out with me”, ask to go somewhere else, then “will you go out with me”, ask to go somewhere else, then-’

“Can I help you?”

“Will you go out with me?”

Crap.

Things at the table went silent and you were suddenly very hyperaware of all three men’s eyes being on you.

All you could see though was the wide eyes of the man the question was directed at. “What?”

You swallowed, wringing at the hem of your uniform blazer. “I-I’m sorry, can we talk somewhere else?” you practically squeaked.

He looked at the other two before back to you. “Sure,” he said with a smile, getting up and following you into the hallway.

Upon walking to an empty area and realizing you’re actually alone, your throat got dry again.

The tall man turned to you. “So...?”

You swallowed, hoping it would help eliminate the frog in the desert of your throat. “I...I was dared to ask you out by my friend. I’m sorry if you’re uncomfortable, I can just tell her you said no and we can forget this ever happened.”

He hummed and looked at you before smiling sweetly. “Sure.”

Assuming he meant to your suggestion, you bowed a bit. “Okay thank you, I’m sorry for wasting your time...” you said, turning on your heel to leave.

A hand on your wrist prevented you from going far. “No, as in I’ll go out with you.”

You swear your heart stopped. “H-Huh?”

He smiled, hand moving from your wrist to your hand. “Coming up to me and asking me out must have taken a lot of courage. As far as I know, nobody’s all that serious about me and I don’t have my eyes on anyone else so as long as you’re up for it, I’d be okay with giving it a shot.”

You weren’t sure how to respond, nodding without thinking.

Yixing’s smile grew wider as he held your hand, leading you back into the cafeteria. As soon as he did, he grabbed a chair as he passed by it, pulling it next to his at the table and sitting down, motioning you to sit next to him.

The two others at the table seemed baffled. “Um...what’s going on? Who is she?” asked the blonde.

The noirette turned his attention to him, smile still wide. “This is my girlfriend...” he trailed off, both of you realizing you were dating but he didn’t even know your name.

“Y/N”

He nodded and looked back to the mn he was addressing. “Y/N. She’ll probably be around more often so hopefully everyone can get along.”

They went from confused to incredulous. “Hyung are you serious?” the brunette asked.

Yixing didn’t seem to get their worry, just simply smiling. “I am, Dae. Why?”

The two exchanged looks before looking to you. “Alright, if you’re sure...” the blonde mumbled.

You spent the rest of your lunch getting more and more comfortable with not only your new boyfriend but also his friends. Yixing, wanting to be a good boyfriend, decided to walk you to your class before departing to his own.

As soon as you walked in, you could feel eyes on you, the pair you found yourself focusing on being the wide ones of your best friend.

The moment you walked over to her, she was down your throat. “What the hell happened???”

You shrugged, sitting down. “He said yes.”

Her eyes were practically bugging out at this point. “Wait so...you’re dating Yixing now?” she asked incredulously.

You nodded, giving her a large smile, feeling pretty in-disbelief about it yourself. “Yep, and his friends are absolute sweethearts. They were worried about me joining at first but when lunch was over, it was Jongdae that asked if I was gonna sit with them again tomorrow.”

The girl instantly started cooing. “I can’t believe I finally have an in. I can come sit with you and make Minseok fall in love with me! We could double date!” she said excitedly.

Your smile fell. “Uh...well I’d probably have to ask about that first part. I’m not sure about the second part though..”

She huffed. “Come on Y/N, what kind of friend doesn’t help her best friend get a boyfriend?” she whined. 

Disgust filled you. “It makes me a good friend to them. Minseok is a person and deserves to be treated as more than just an accessory you want to own,” you said, getting up and walking to another seat.

The next day at lunch, you took your seat next to your boyfriend, the three greeting you cheerfully. 

Yixing turned to you. “By the way, you mentioned you had a friend that caused you to ask me out. Maybe she could sit with us at some point. 

You cringed a bit at the mention of her, remembering how she’d spent the whole night texting you about how you didn’t see Yixing as anything more than she saw Minseok and that if that made her shallow, you’re just as shallow. It obviously wasn't true, but it definitely helped you see her true colors. “No, I’m not sure I’ll be talking to her anymore, she turned out to not be what I thought.” you hummed.

Jongdae pouted. “That’s no fun. That’s okay though, you seem like you’re too nice for someone less than what you’re hoping for.”

Minseok smiled. “hopefully we can offer something like that for you.”

You nodded, looking between the three. “I think you’ll do just fine.”

[gogoms]

Balance - ZYX (A)

Zhang Yixing x Reader

Genre: Angst

Disclaimer: This work is pure fiction.  I do not own any of the characters. I do not accept reproduction or plagiarism.    +    Mentions of self-harm, depression.

Summary: You and Yixing were made for each other. But, fate can be cruel sometimes. 

Okay, guys! So this basically my first work and I’m so eager to have your opinion about it. I choose Yixing because I have unsolved feelings for EXO and I feel like we don’t see him often on Tumblr fics. So yeah, I hope you enjoy!

P.S: Depending on what you guys think I may or may not do a part 2.

For a stranger, you and Yixing looked like best friends, or maybe lovers. But you knew your relationship was much more than that. It was platonic, nearly cosmic.

Whenever he was feeling down, you were affected too. Your joy was his like his tears were yours.

It feels like a single soul divided into two separated bodies. You were completing each other so well, anybody swore you knew each other since birth. And, if it weren’t for the contrasting differences in your physical appearances, they would easily mistake you two as twins.

You still remember your first encounter. A cafe, late at night, void of presence except for the beaming barista typing eagerly on his phone to, you assumed, his lover. At that time, you weren’t fond of any kind of relationship. You still enjoyed a good night out with your closest friends but, you were so dedicated to your job, sharing a type of commitment with it.

Your everyday life consisted of work, coffee, night out and little sleep. You went past a point where sleep wasn’t an important factor of your life and your sleep-deprived body was balancing itself with the outrageous amount of caffeine you were gulping on a daily basis.

Stretching the sore muscles of your back, you sighted as you relaxed. You extended your arm in order to grasp the cup containing the precious brown liquid that gives you your energy shot for the rest of the night. Putting the cup at your lips, you grimaced when you feel the precious nectar being as hot as Seoul in December. Sighting again, you lay on the table and shield your exhausted face with your arm. Maybe having a nap here wouldn’t be an awful idea.

No. You have to finish this article! Groaning again, you shift on the other side to enjoy the view displaying before your eyes. The view that was, matter-of-factly, reduced by the weight of your eyelids.

You were on the verge of having your mental breakdown. You didn’t know what to do. Should you nap or throw my coffee at this poor barista with his dumb smile? At least, the latter will give you enough of adrenaline to pull through the night and he would stop his high-pitched giggling.

As you were extending your arm to execute the vain attempt to sense the pleasurable pumping in your veins, you felt the air shift.

Immediately, all your previous tiredness vanished as you straightened yourself on your seat.

To say you were nervous about the person invading your personal space would be an understatement. First, you exclude the fact that it was the teenage barista because of his incessant cackling. Plus, the night was falling outside so odd people were starting to wander on the streets.

Still refusing to look at the person in front of you, you glued your eyes on the table and scanned it. Everything seemed normal, except for the hot beverage placed right in front of you.

As you were lifting your eyes to meet the stranger, he cleared his throat.

“I asked the barista about what you usually take. He said that if I wanted to seduce you, I should buy an Extra large Americano without any sugar, just black. So, here I am.” He said flashing you the brightest smile you’ve ever seen.

If it wasn’t for the artificial lighting on the ceiling, his smile certainly would have lit up the whole room. Avoiding his gaze, you lost yours on the now almost-empty street.

“ - So this is the moment I thank you and I give you my number? Because that’s what I’ve seen in dramas.

⁃ Well, as much as I would love to have you in my contact list, I would prefer to chat a bit more beforehand?

⁃ Oh C'mon! Having chitchat is the lamest thing on earth, can’t we just skip this part and directly make out?”

Smirking, you arched an eyebrow suggestively to emphasized your proposition. Maybe it was the tiredness that made you declaring nonsense or maybe it was due to the sole presence of the kind and handsome stranger in front of you, you actually couldn’t decipher.

Your train of thoughts was interrupted as you heard him snort not-so-subtly at your antics.

“ - I’m not that easy of a catch...” he trailed off not knowing your name.

“ - Y/N. But you can call me tonight.” You added winking exaggeratedly.

Another bubbly laugh escaped his lips as he handed you his phone for you to write your phone number in it.

“I’m Yixing.”

By the way, you two encountered and how you bonded fast to a rate you seemed to be one entity, you thought your relationship will be everlasting and unbreakable.

But now, when he is standing in front of you the widest smile you’ve ever seen and his sparkling eyes, you could easily pinpoint it at the moment everything went downhill.

You should have known better. Because you easily felt it the exact moment he entered your home; you knew something was off. But you choose not to care, maybe because you were afraid of what words would pass his lips if you questioned him on what’s wrong.

You should have though.

Because the moment those words were spoken, you felt shattered.

“I have a girlfriend.” He said confidently, turning to you to see your reaction.

You turned to look at him and plastered the fakest smile you’ve ever made, hoping he wouldn’t see past it.

“That’s so great Xing! Since when?”

If he did notice something, he didn’t point it out.

You knew, deep down you knew. That what you were feeling for him was more than platonic, that you loved him. And now that he is talking about her like she is some kind of goddess, you wanted nothing more than to rip this smile of his face and yelled that you realized that you love him.

But you did not. You sat there, a blank expression plastered on your face, asking yourself why he didn’t see you all this time.

The reality hit you in the face, he turned his back to you. You’ve been replaced by someone obviously more significant.

Maybe it was the way you constantly swear or your passive-aggressive mood that gross him out. You didn’t know and you couldn’t ask.

You felt them, the invisible traces on your skin. Itching and hurting with force, you wanted nothing but to open them again at that moment. You wanted nothing more than to sleep, eternally. You were void of feelings and your heart stone-cold.

Yixing did notice. The way you stop talking, the desperation in your eyes even though you were smiling, the tears threatening to fall from your eyes, the constant scratches on your forearms. He noticed all of that. Of course, he did, how could he not? Every single movement of yours was a spell cast on him, he couldn’t even turn his attention away from you.

He had eyes only for you.

And to see you like this, he wanted nothing more than to canceled everything just to seek the warmth of your embrace.

He never hated his family more than this moment. You, the love of his life, shattered right in front of him because of a stupid wedding.

He wanted to tell you, to tell you everything since the beginning but he couldn’t resolve himself to do it. You were his salvation, his home, everything he was desperately looking for.

But he couldn’t have you, never.

Sighing, you felt him stand up from the couch, murmuring those last word as a farewell.

“I’m so sorry. I love you.”

[serendipitykpop]

buds to bloom - lay

Pairing: soulmate! zhang yixing x reader

Summary: “A person like you should always have pretty flowers in their hair.”

buds to bloom masterpost

From the moment you were born, you were decorated with buds in your hair. Even though most of us were practically bald when we were babies, the little buds had already made their home there.

The little buds were special. They signified the beginning of something beautiful, something wonderful. Something known as love. The buds bloom only when you have shared your first kiss with your soulmate. They say that moment is the most prettiest thing you’ll ever experience in your lifetime.

Each of the colors of the flowers represent the kind of love the two soulmates will live by. There are nine in total.

Red. The color that represents the lustful kind of love. It can be used as something that of romance or something that of temptation. There’s a lot of teasing, admiration and showing off that their partner is the most prettiest of all. They’re really not shy about PDA at all.

Orange. The color that represents the warmest kind of love. Warm like the sunset. The soulmates absolutely adore each other. Their love contains a lot of hugs and kisses, and smothering each other with love. They’re most likely back hugging or cuddling in the corner if you can’t find them.

Yellow. The color that represents the happiest kind of love. The soulmates spread so much positivity and happiness themselves, but when together, it’s even greater. Greater than of the sun’s rays. Their smiles alone can make someone else happy. That is how big their presence are.

Green. The color that represents the cheesiest kind of love. A love so cheesy, it makes you want to vomit. Hence, why it’s green. The pair often do pick up lines, flirt even when they’ve been dating for years, and just a bunch of cheesiness that shows they really love each other.

Blue. The color that represents the calmest kind of love. A love just as calm as the ocean. The soulmates are destined to be quiet lovers. They don’t show off their love, but you can tell they love each other dearly through the subtle touches they share. They don’t really fight often nor do they cause a fuss.

Purple. The color that represents the honeymoon kind of love. Since it’s a mixture of red and green, the soulmates are constantly in a state of either being incredibly cheesy or very lustful. There’s no inbetween. That’s how many couples are like after getting married.

Pink. The color that represents the innocent kind of love. A love that is also known as puppy love. Regardless of dating for a month or even years, the two stay very shy with each other. Little touches or simple words makes them blush easily.

Black. The color that represents the deepest kind of love. The soulmates know what it’s like to be hurt over and over, having their hearts broken many times before. That is why when they meet, they make sure to love each other with all the love in their hearts.

White. The color that represents the purest kind of love. The only person they can see or even think of is the other. They’re often seen staring in each other’s eyes, love and adoration filling them. It’s as if they’re in their own little world, nothing else matters around them.

So what kind of love do you think you and your soulmate are destined to have?

You and Yixing sit side by side on the porch swing as he pushes off his heel. You lay your head on his shoulder, having your arms wrapped around his. The two of you sit in silence, just enjoying the view and each other’s presence.

“Yixing.”

“Mm?”

“Have you ever wondered who your soulmate is?”

“Sometimes I do. Why? Have you?”

“Well sort of. I have someone in mind that I hope is the one for me, but that may not be the case,” You mumble, shrugging. “So I prevent myself from letting my mind wander to the possibilities.”

He ruffles your hair before poking you in the side, causing you to pull away from him. He grows close to you and cups his hands around his ear. You laugh and hit his arm, causing him to pull away.

“What are you doing?”

“What? I want to know the person my best friend has a crush on. Whisper it into my ear, so no one else can hear,” He urges and leans over once more. You softly chuckle, getting close to him.

“We’re the only two out here and I’m still not telling you,” You whisper and pull away. He pouts as he sits upright again.

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t, not this time anyway.”

His eyes soften and a smile settles on his lips. “Are they that amazing that you can’t even tell me?”

You hum, thinking about it before nodding. “He truly is.”

Yixing lets out a sigh and shakes his head. “Now, that makes me want to know even more.”

“I’ll tell you if you tell me.”

He gulps, growing nervous all of a sudden. You raise an eyebrow, curious as to why he’s like this.

“I can’t either.”

“And why not?” I tease, shoulder bumping him.

“Because they too are amazing that I can’t tell you.”

You laugh, shaking your head. Yixing joins in and giggles.

“You did not just use your own line.”

“I did.”

“For that, you have to tell me.”

“Hey, that’s not fair.”

“Sorry, but that’s just how it is,” You shrug, smiling innocently. He nods, giving in.

“Well, this person.”

“Yeah?”

“Is pretty amazing. They’re really, really beautiful too. They make my heart happy and I-” He cuts himself off and smiles before starting once more. “Love them.”

My eyes soften and I give his hand a squeeze. Though, my heart hurts because I know there’s no way he’s talking about me. I force a smile, pretending to be happy.

“They sound so lovely.”

He softly chuckles and nods. “Why do you look so sad?”

I furrow my eyebrows. “W-What do you mean?”

“I know when you’re upset,” Yixing mumbles and taps your nose. You sigh and he tilts his head to the side. “Do you think I’m not talking about you?”

Your eyes widen as you pull away from him. “Yixing, I-”

“I’m in love with you, Y/N. I don’t care if I’m meant to be with someone else, I rather be with you. You are everything to me and I’m not about to lose you all because of soulmates. I know that we’re destined to be together instead.”

“Y-Yixing,” You whisper and he gives you a soft smile.

“And it’s perfectly okay if you don’t feel the same way.”

You quickly grab onto his hands and stare at him right in the eye. Your face softens as you smile. “I’m in love with you too, Yixing. I always have been and always will.”

“Can I kiss you?”

You nod as the both of you lean in close. Your lips brush each other’s before he presses his against yours, sealing the kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck, the kiss getting more passionate. You and him pull away with big smiles, only to realize that something is different.

“Yixing.”

“What?” He questions, bringing you onto his lap.

“Your flowers bloomed.”

“They did?”

“Mm!”

“So did yours!”

You gape at his flowers, amazed by how pretty they are. He grins, only love filling his eyes.

“Yixing, your flowers are white because you are the most purest in the world.”

His cheeks grow a bright red and he buries his face into the crook of my neck. You giggle, hugging him close to you.

“I think you’re prettier than the flowers in your hair, Y/N.”

Yixing raises his head to look at you, smiling softly and kissing your jawline.

“Yixing, stop,” You whine and he chuckles, shaking his head. Despite you telling him to stop being lovey dovey, he continues anyways.

“A person like you should always have pretty flowers in their hair.”

“We’re not supposed to be cheesy, my love.”

“I’m just trying to show you I love you, so oh well.”