#please mx manager come back so it's not my problem

[chariflare]

my team lead went on holiday JUST when we were working on their area of expertise & our delivery targets were imploding

[arhvste]

❝ my assumptions based on your fav hq character ❞

these are all in good fun and not serious at all, please don’t get upset by them, my opinion doesn’t mean shit bby :,)

HINATA SHOYO

-> a soft bitch with a big heart. you want others to do well and you love positive attention. you do however, get overworked by emotion and sometimes get played because of how nice you are. judge people a little harsher and don’t be shy to put a bitch back in their place, you got this

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

-> we get it youre a bad bitch but sometimes it comes across like you’re still going through your angsty teen phase. stop that, you’ll get permenant wrinkles if you keep it up. let yourself live a little freely and don’t be shy to leave your comfort zone more often. and stop getting sad over the smallest things okay?

TSUKISHIMA KEI

-> horrible taste in men and you have a degradation kink. you wanna be called a little slut in the bedroom but would cry if you were called it anywhere else. you’re very kind people but you’re constantly putting yourself down and thinking you deserve shit over nothing. be kinder to yourself

YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

-> you’re the supportive friend people go to when they need a pick-me-up however, you let yourself get walked over from time to time and it’s not fair on you. don’t be shy to kick a bitch and show them who’s can be the alpha >:) you’re a bad bitch with a big heart and you’re academically stable

NISHINOYA YŪ

-> shush, indoor voices please! it’s okay! we know you’re here you don’t need to shout! you’re probably between 4’0-5’3 and preach personality over looks which is fine because as everyone should. you’re insecure around others and feel the need to have a bigger presence to feel more confident. it’s okay though, i think you’re really hot and you should let yourself feel more comfortable with people you actually like more often.

TANAKA RYŪNOSUKE

-> loyal as fuck and dependable. you’re the bitch people know they can come to should they ever need it. you’re popular and you own every hallway you strut through. you let the feeling of dejection get to you though and worry about how you’re perceived by the people you’re surrounded by especially if there’s a potential love interest in your orbit. calm down and be yourself more, it’s their loss if they don’t fall for you anyway.

ASAHI AZUMANE

-> stop letting people talk over you! you’re that bitch so why the hell do you let people overpower you? you’re hot and you know you’re capable but you wallow up in self doubt and get upset over nothing. remind yourself that you’re hot, loved and talented more often because you need it.

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

-> you’re deceptive and it’s not always a bad thing. you’re good at switching up your personality and probably act fake to certain people which is fair enough. you can be a bit of a bitch sometimes but you’re hot and funny so you get away with it. learn to break down your barriers a little more though because when people start seeing your act they’ll become untrusting around you.

DAICHI SAWAMURA

-> OKAY daddy issues pack it up now. no i’m kidding but you’re attracted to mentally stable people with good morals. someone that will take care of you and be there for you. try to be more self reliant and independent though.

OIKAWA TOORU

-> we know you’re hot okay? you don’t need to post thrist traps on snapchat at 2AM every night we get it! you’re a little whiny and bratty but that’s a given. you’re a burnt out gifted child and you were probably in top classes or top league for a sport between ages 8-14 before you started becoming more average. that’s fine too though, just remember you have talents that lie elsewhere you just have to find them.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

-> daddy issues 0.2. you’re bossy and demanding but fair. you judge others accordingly and have a good sense of who’s a good person and who’s not. you need to be more open with people and let more people in though. you’re protective of yourself and don’t let your walls down so easily. soften them and let others in more.

MATSUKAWA ISSEI

-> you’re just here for a good time and a good railing that’s all i have to say.

HANAMAKKI TAKEHIRO

-> you’re the bitch that has to listen to the mattsun stans last hook up. you’re hot too, go have a good time.

KUROO TETSURŌ

-> you’re extremely hot and i would absolutely make out with you right here right now. no i’m kidding. i’m not but anyways, you have mommy issues and you need to get over it. you also need to stop being so analytical of people because some people don’t like being read and you step over peoples boundaries sometimes. control yourself you feral thing.

KOZUME KENMA

-> ah yes. everyone’s favourite ‘i have issues but i don’t want to deal with them, so i’ll be a whore online instead’. that’s a half joke but seriously, you’re doing fine bby you don’t even need to worry. nobodies judging you and even if they are they’re way uglier and dumber than you. even still you should be friendlier to those around you and let your guard down a little more.

YAKU MORISUKE

-> you’re like a little dog. yappy and lively. you’re also very trustworthy and i would tell you my deepest and darkest secrets and feel safe about it. you’re strong willed and put others in their place at ease. you do however, need to be a little more selfish and put yourself first at times. selflessness is great but it’s okay to put yourself first sometimes and you need to do that more often.

LEV HAIBA

-> you’re literally so hot and i’d be begging for your attention. you’re also slightly oblivious and have probably had several people crush on you at once but you’ve ignored them all unintentionally. you need to believe in yourself more and remind yourself that you’re that bitch. you’re capable of amazing things you just need to realise it yourself a little more

BOKUTO KOUTARŌ

-> okay mx mood swings you need to stop acting out over nothing. you’re gorgeous don’t get me wrong but dropping your slice of bread on the floor isn’t the end of the world. get over smaller things quicker and become more aware of your surroundings. you have a really good set of close friends and you’re friendly to everyone around you. you’re very very loved but you need to stop getting caught up over pointless things.

AKAASHI KEIJI

-> you’ve probably been called ‘boring’ before but that’s far from the truth. you make snide comments and you’re witty. you’re one of the most mentally stable people and you don’t get upset over petty argument or fights. you do howver nit pick at situations and get too critical. stop that because you only annoy yourself more and put yourself in a bad mood.

SHINSUKE KITA

-> you scare the shit out of me but in a good way. i’d be scared to talk to you because you’re so perfect? you do tend to come across as unapproachable though but that’s not your fault. smile a little more and don’t be afraid to laugh a little louder. your laugh is so pretty anyway so don’t be shy to let yourself loose a little more

ARAN OJIRO

-> you’re the type of person people think about for weeks after seeing you at the airport you’re that hot. you’re reliable and loved by many. you’ve got a good spirit and you’re mentally balanced. you need to stop overworking yourself though and stop getting too worried for other people in their place. you’ve already got enough on your plate so stop taking other peoples problems when you already have your own.

MIYA ATSUMU

-> you’re a bitch. no i have more to say. you’re misunderstood. you come across as a shitty person but that’s just because you’re passionate and hard at communicating in a way that’s not so blunt. you’re petty and dislikable at first but after a couple of conversations, people find out there’s so much more to you. you’re funny, hot and talented. just remember to work on holding back on the blunt statements a little more.

MIYA OSAMU

-> 2nd best kinda vibes. you ARE the pretty best friend but people always ignore that because you’re kinda overshadowed by others around you. you’re like a diamond in the rough and valuable to those lucky enough to find you and get to know you. don’t put yourself down so much and show others you can be independent and unique because that’s exactly what you are

SUNA RINTARŌ

-> you’re hot and that’s it. you’re probably the type of person to not show up to classes but still manage to pass every exam with ease. you’re almost too cool to approach and people probably think you’re bitching about them when they see you on your phone. what they don’t know is that you’re really looking at pictures of cows that have been washed and blowdried. you probably own a pink princess cowboy hat and your instagram is probably everyone’s pinterest board. just stop slacking off though because you can achieve so much more.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

-> you’re powerful and elegant. you’re very level headed and go about problems the efficient way. you hate time wasters and don’t let people make you their bitch. you probably have a slight god complex but that’s okay because when you’re as hot as you are, it’s understandable. stop being so uptight and sensitive about things though. be kinder to your mind and let go of the things not worth holding a grudge against.

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[vexinghearts]

I still like this one lol-

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Time of Creation : 01/24/2022

Pairing : Fritz × Reader !

Fan Game : Five Nights of Flirting

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Time : 01/24/?? | 7:28 AM

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"Hello? Hello, Hello? Hey, I'm glad you called back. I got your voicemail about applying for the technician's role! I have a quick question before we end this call ; when would the best time for an interview be?"

"Tomorrow at 10 am, if nothing is going on at the pizzeria. Are there any parties tomorrow?"

". . . Tomorrow shouldn't be a problem, I looked at the company calendar and there are no parties scheduled for tomorrow."

"Ok. I have to go now, but thank you, Mr . . ."

"Just call me Scott."

"Thank you, Mr. Scott. Have a good day."

*Click*

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POV : 3rd / A / R

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Time : 01/25/?? | 9:53 am

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(Y/N) pushed open the right-side of the double doors of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. They hadn't been inside of the pizzeria since they were nine years old, and stepping even an inch inside gave them intense nostalgia.

(Y/N) looked behind themselves to see if anyone was walking behind them. There was a family of three, a father and his two daughters. The girls were skipping and their father was trying his best to keep up with a grin.

(Y/N) was kind enough to hold the door open for the family with a smile. They let the door shut automatically after they walked away.

They looked around for anyone in the Freddy Fazbear uniform. They walked past the stage, occasionally glancing at the animatronics. Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie the Bunny, and Chica the Chicken.

Once they realized that Foxy the Pirate Fox was not on the stage with the other animatronics their attention turned to the corner of the party room.

There was a "stage" concealed with a purple curtain covered in stars. A sign in front of the mini-stage said "Sorry! Out of Order!"

They decided not to snoop and continued their search when they saw a chubby man with red hair standing near the kitchen entrance.

The technician's relaxed expression slowly turned into a small smile as they quickly walked to the office. They didn't want to be late to their interview.

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POV : 1st / ( Y / N )

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Time : 01/25/?? | 9:59 am

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I stood outside of the closed door of the office. I heard a man's complaints about how blood stains were getting harder to clean up.

"I know that Freddy Fazbear's doesn't have the best management, but you need to start taking more safety precautions!" He'd said.

There was silence for few seconds before a familiar voice started to speak.

"Chris, I kno-" he was interrupted by my knock on the door. He must have forgotten that I was coming by for my interview.

The door was opened by a blond man wearing a janitor's uniform.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation" I said "I'm here for an interview."

I finally got a good look at the man behind the blond. "Is that some sort of...mask?" I thought to myself, but I was quickly interrupted. The man with the rotary phone in place of his head spoke up.

"A-Ah! Mx. (L/N), I'm happy you came." He said. The blond man mumbled a quick 'Excuse me' and I moved out of his way.

I watched as he walked down the hall. I frowned at the thought of the man being upset, though I turned back to the door and walked in.

"Mx. (L/N), could you please close the door?" I nodded and turned to close the door.

"Thank you." The man says and gestures for me to sit down. I pulled the chair out from under the table and sat down. Crossing one leg underneath my body.

". . . So, let's begin, shall we?"

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POV: 3RD / A / R

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TIME : 1/25/?? | 10:54 am

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After almost an hour of questions the interview was over and (Y/N) had been hired.

(Y/N) walked out of the office and decided to visit their good friend Fritz. They had saw him outside in the main room.

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POV: 1st / (Y/N)

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Time : 01/25/?? | 10:58 am

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"Hello, Fritz." I greeted the red headed man from behind. He turned around, his eyes wide. Fritz smiled wide and hugged me.

"(Y/N) it's been forever!" I heard him say behind my back. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight.

"I can't disagree with that." I said with a laugh. We both let go of each other and he asked me if his parents told me where he worked.

"Actually, I didn't know you worked here. I called the company when I saw that they needed a technician." I informed him.

His happy expression quickly morphed into horror after I told him that I called the company.

After a second of silence, he leaned close to my ear and whispered "I need you to follow me." I nodded and he led me to a storage room.

I felt confusion as I entered the storage room, though I hadn't questioned why he lead me here.

He shut the door and turned to look at me.

"(Y/N) out of all places that needed a technician, why would you choose Freddy Fazbear's ?!" He said in a low tone.

Before I could respond he started talking again.

"Nevermind, it doesn't matter anymore. I'll show you around later tonight and then you'll understand that you shouldn't have applied." He says quickly.

"I have to get back to my position and you need to rest before tonight. Okay? Okay."

I just blink in response to his . . . Lecture? I'm not to sure on what to call it, but it felt like a lecture.

He opens the door and gestures for me to walk out. As I do, he exits behind me. Then I heard something strange. A "wolf" whistle and then a voice.

"Wow, you can't last longer than 4 minutes. Hmm, kinda, oh I don't know, fast paced ?"

Fritz's face turns a bright cherry red. He starts explaining how that wasn't what had happened.

I rushed out of the Pizzeria with red cheeks.

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[tobiosmilktea]

the love club — miya atsumu

fourteen: to late night travels

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a/n: my ability to write has been 📉poopy📉 recently, but anyway stan the miya twins for clear skin ✨🧚‍♂️

fury melted across kita shinsuke’s face the moment his eyes peered at you and the twins. his arms were braided over each other’s as the rest of inarizaki’s volleyball team stood rod straight behind the captain as they watched you guys approach. a meek smile forced itself to appear upon your visage as if it were to light up the awkward mood. it wasn’t like you couldn’t help it anyway, as you were just a mere stranger to these guys.

you tried your best to ease your nerves as the twins brushed past you and greeted their coach and team captain brightly. it certainly left a weird taste in your mouth with the way they acted as if you weren’t the primary reason of being late. god, you already felt like a burden asking them to let you go to nationals when you weren’t even in the club, but being late on top of that made you just want to crawl under your bed sheets for the next century.

despite trying your best to hide your weariness, atsumu could practically see right through you. he was the only one who could tell out of everyone else there as he watched you purse your lips into a tight line. he first noticed these nervous habits of yours the day of the project presentation. with the way your perspiring hands were dried against your skirt or how you would teeter your weight back and forth from your left to your right heel. they were all such small and discrete things that most wouldn’t even notice, but with how much atsumu liked to look at you he seemed to be to only one to even care how uncomfortable you were right now.

atsumu cleared his throat as his large palms gently rested on your shoulders.

“what are you—?”

“hey guys, this is (y/l/n) (y/n). she’ll be helping adachi-san with managerial work, please be nice to her.” the blond setter announced and was immediately greeted by loud (at least for 2 in the morning) greetings from the rest of the team.

the words to say hi back had hitched in your throat. instead, you opted to give them another smile and a bow before fishing into your eye-raisingly large duffel bag. they were completely filled with dozens of bags of macarons, all of which were colored coded by which team they were supposed to be given to.

“it’s nice to meet you, (y/l/n). i hope the twins didn’t cause you any trouble,” kita walked up to you and held his hand out. however, instead of shaking it you placed the bag of treats upon his palm as he his eyes furrowed in confusion.

“i made the entire team macarons,” you explained. “it’s basically a thank you for letting me come.”

“they smack!” atsumu shouted from behind kita.

the captain scoffs, shaking his head as he turned over his shoulder. “i know, i’m the one who told you about the bakery in the first place.” he looked back at you, “thank you.”

as kita made his way towards the front of the bus, osamu’s tall figure immediately came into view as he held his hands out eagerly. “so... about those macarons?”

a light chuckle emitted from your lips as you reached into your bag again. the moment you placed the macarons within his hands, he didn’t hesitate, not even for a second to open up the baggie of sweets. 

“thanks,” his voice muffled after he just stuffed his mouth.

you then continued on down the line giving each team member and even the coach and the manager their own fair share. eventually, everyone was piling into the bus as quickly as possible.

they even let you go on and take a seat first so you wouldn’t be ran over by the team. you opted to sit near the front of the bus at a window seat despite preferring the back. however, with your lack of sleep and your eye lids threatening to close any minute, you figured the front is always quieter than the rowdy back portion of the bus.

the moment you settled yourself, the boys were making their way in all nice and civil until the twins make their way on (go figure). 

“samu, move!” atsumu exclaimed as he pushed his brother of the narrow aisle just so he could plop himself down next to you.

a scoff left osamu as he brushed himself off, “chill, i was just joking when i said i was gonna sit next to her first.”

you stop yourself from letting a smirk to melt upon your expression as you shifted slightly in your seat. the thought of atsumu potentially interrupting your need for sleep didn’t even cross your mind as you watched the setter stick his tongue out towards his brother in retaliation.

before you could even notice, everyone was settled into their seats and the bus was already pulling out of inarizaki high’s parking lot. almost immediately did you feel your eyelids start to droop at each waking moment.

“hey,” atsumu called out next to you. your state of drousiness practically leaving your body the moment you heard his voice, “thanks for the macarons by the way.”

“no problem,” you say gently. the fatigue was evident in your voice as the usual kick in of your usual personality was practically nonexistent.

atsumu was well aware that you had been awake for far too long and he genuinely wanted you to get rest. yet that anchoring feeling of him looking forward to this moment to even sit next to you for a good six hours for a chance to vibe was getting in the way. he wanted you to be okay and healthy, yet he also wanted to get to know you better.

“who did you want to visit in tokyo, again?” he suddenly asked after a few beats of silence. it sounded a bit forced as he noticed the more he waited to talk to you, the more of a chance you were to have fallen asleep already.

your cheek rested against the palm of your hand as you looked over at him. the sky was still obsidian dark, drenching the insides of the bus to be just as dim if it weren’t for the occasional street lights they were passing by. and yet, even in the most unflattering lighting, atsumu still couldn’t help but notice the inkling of his heart beat suddenly getting irregular just by the sight of you.

“they’re competing at nationals as well and i’ve been trying to meet up with them for a while.” you answer truthfully.

atsumu lifted an eyebrow, “oh really? d’you think we’re going up against one of them?”

you shrug, placing a finger over your lips. “that’s a secret for you to find out the day of.” you teased playfully as you completely ignored the fact that you were bantering with someone you were supposed to hate.

maybe it was the lack of sleep. yeah... maybe that’s it.

“don’t tell me you’re a homewrecker now, (y/n).” atsumu shot back only for a smooth laugh to leave your lips.

it sounded like music to his ears knowing he was the reason you did that.

you lifted yourself off of your palm as you patted atsumu’s broad shoulder, “nah, i’m an inarizaki stan for life. i’m rooting for you guys.”

it was then you yawned for the first time the entire night.

atsumu found it strange how used you were to staying up late at nights. not to mention the only reason why you were even tired at two in the morning was that you had practically been awake for more than twenty-four hours already (only reason he had known was because you mentioned you were playing valorant with your friends until four in the morning the night before).

he concluded that no matter what, atsumu would always find himself in this type of tranquil silence with you, much to his surprise, and yet it was best if he doesn’t get used to it. atsumu wasn't sure how long this peace between you and him would last considering the moment you woke up—no longer fatigued and was finally thinking clearly—that you and him would be back to normal with you hating him and him annoying you.

atsumu didn’t want that to happen.

the thought was evident on the tip of his tongue. his words on the cusp of leaving his lips, a sudden weight on his shoulder interrupted his train of thought.

he turned his neck slightly, flickering his gaze towards the top of your head in which you had fallen into slumber. atsumu’s eyes were wide at the sudden contact, but he was sure as hell not complaining. he shifted a bit in his seat for you to rest your head a bit more comfortably as he couldn’t help but notice your faint aroma of peaches and freshly baked deserts.

“goodnight,” atsumu whispered, yet the feeling of saying it in real life definitely hit different rather than texting it to you.

fun facts! —

atsumu ended up knocking the fuck out thirty minutes after y/n fell asleep

kita is sitting in the same aisle as atsumu and y/n but on the other side cause he’s sitting alone

osamu and suna are sitting behind kita while aran is sitting right behind atsumu and y/n

y/n ended up waking up four hours later and spamming her gc, and since tanaka and her are the only ones travelling, they were the only ones awake at the time

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[kz-i-co]

Bad Temper

» Request: "Ok, so I was thinking of a One-shot about Reader and Wonho. The reader is part of their make-up team and she and Wonho have confessed to each other that they have mutual feelings, but that they cannot be together due to the circumstances of ruining their professional connections. And they decide to act like nothing happens and hope things just go back to normal. But one day Wonho snaps, because he thinks she is too flirty with Minhyuk and too close to Shownu, and confronts her about it. She gets angry and agues that she feels like Minhyuk is her smaller, Ray of sunshine brother and Shownu is just a very chill shoulder she can count on. That is where Wonho starts feeling bad about what he said and mentally slaps himself. He just destroyed anything he could possibly have with her and doesn't know how to fix it." - BlueOzzyD

» Pairing: Wonho x Reader

» Genre: angst x fluff

» Words: 2.1k

» A/N: PROOF OF HOW BACKED UP I AM WITH MY REQUEST (so embarrassed).......I got this request back when Wonho was still apart of monsta x. I know I'm sorry :( I only have a few left and I promise I'm still working on them. I haven't forgotten anyone.

» m.list | MX masterlist

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"Okay take 5." The director spoke as the boys stepped off set.

You and the rest of the makeup artist began to wipe off any excess sweat from their face as the boys started to drink water. Wonho eyed you as you wiped off sweat from Minhyuk.

"Great dancing." You winked.

"Thanks (Y/N)." He smiled still trying to catch his breath.

You pulled out another wipe, patting down Minhyuk's sweaty face. He always had to make your job difficult by moving around.

"Great now you messed me up." You pouted going for another wipe not realizing there was no more. "I need to get more. Be right back."

You went to the storage room quickly and jumped from the sound of the door shutting behind you.

"I need to talk to you." Wonho spoke causing you to stress.

"Can't this wait until later? You guys have to be back on set in 3 minutes."

"Can we go out tonight? I'm off for the night."

You looked at him annoyed taking a deep breath, pulling your mask down. "You know we can't."

"Come on, I promise somewhere private." He begged.

"No I told you we can't. I already got a warning for "wandering off". If they find out, you and I would be screwed."

"I can't get you out of my mind." He leaned in closer.

"Try harder." You grabbed the pack and left him alone.

You hated seeing him so hurt but there was nothing you could do. You both signed a contract of no dating when you started this job. Wonho was at a successful level when it came to his career and you couldn't be the cause of it ending.

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You were cleaning your brushes while you had some time before the boys came in. Nothing better then your favorite tunes playing in your ears while you had some alone time.

But your alone time didn't last long as you felt strong arms wrap around you, lift you up as you were spun in circles. You felt shaken as the sudden attack had you frightened from being unaware.

Once you were put down you looked up at your victims laughing only causing you to punch him weakly. "You ever do that again Shownu, I will end you."

You looked passed him as the other boys were watching and you couldn't help but notice Wonho's annoyed expression.

"I thought you were taking off today?"

"Change of plans." You shrugged. "Besides I don't want to miss the rest of your shooting."

"Thank god, and if I'm being honest..." Shownu leaned down closer. "I think you're the best artist here."

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"Okay last but not least, sit in my chair buff bunny." You said causing the other guys to laugh except the bunny himself.

"Guys you need to get into costume." The manager came in.

"I just need to finish Wonho's makeup real quick." You spoke as the rest of the guys already got up.

"Okay. No problem."

As soon as you two were alone, you were expecting Wonho to hit on you again but nothing. Nothing but silence.

"What's wrong with you?" You asked as he was blank from you doing his makeup.

He shrugged his shoulders silently.

"You're gonna make me pry."

"I just see how you are with the guys and then you ignore me. It makes me feel like I'm a jerk."

"I ignore you because I'm afraid of what might come out of my mouth." You shrugged. "We're both struggling here."

He grabbed you so you were leaning into him. "Please just give this a chance."

"I can't." You whispered as he came closer about to brush his lips against yours.

Before you could pull away, he desperately collided with you. Ever since the first time you hooked up, you felt like you were suffocating from hiding away your feelings.

He grabbed your thighs, pulling you up into his lap as the kiss deepened by the second. His hands comfortably cradled your bottom, locking you in place.

He pulled away quickly and made his way down your neck, already pampering your skin.

"Wonho?" You heard Jooheon at the door.

"Fuck." You jumped off his lap and quickly started to panic. You pulled up your mask turning away from Wonho as Jooheon opened the door.

"We're going on."

"Be right there." You didn't turn towards them as you lowered your head in shame. "(Y/N)-"

"Stop. This can't happen again." You wiped your single tear. You couldn't lose this job, you couldn't.

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The boys were lounging in the back and Minhyuk grabbed you forcing you to sit on his lap. He wrapped his arms around you as he thanked the staff for making the shoot close to perfect. "Can you come to my house and do my makeup every day."

"Or I can just teach you how to do it yourself." You looked at him amused.

"(Y/N)....I need to talk to you now." Wonho got up annoyed and you immediately turned your head. "Please."

"What's the matter?" Shownu asked alarmed from the situation.

"It's fine Shownu. I just know how the buff bunny gets if I forget to replace his shakes."

"You make her do that?" Shownu asked.

"Don't worry, it's my job to serve for you guys." You got up following Wonho into the back.

"You can't act like that in front of everyone. They'll know what's up." You said as soon as you were alone.

"What is up with you and Minhyuk?" He asked.

"You're kidding me right?"

"No, I've seen the way you act with him....the way you two flirt together-"

"That's bullshit-"

"The way you two cuddle."

"You're so freaking-"

"And don't think I haven't notice Shownu. What happened the other night when I wanted to spend time with you and you didn't feel good - but then I found out from Shownu you were with him."

"I thought maybe it was nothing but how am I suppose to feel when you're hugging him after each take."

"You are seriously so stupid." You said upset.

"Is this what you do (Y/N), you lead guys on and just use them."

"You are such a jerk." You cried and walked out of the room.

You didn't know where this was coming from. Why was he acting this way? He was twisting everything.

-

The next few days you stayed away from the company until they granted you a transfer.

"Have you seen (Y/N)?" Shownu asked their manager. "We haven't seen her all week."

"She decided to leave the company."

"What?" Shownu said alarmed as Wonho stood up in shock.

He was quick to leave the room and make his way out of the building, taking the first taxi to your apartment, not even caring to let anyone know. He knocked on your door but it was clear you weren't home. He sat on your steps as he pulled his phone out trying to reach you but it went straight to voicemail.

He couldn't help but run his fingers through his hair frustrated. This was all his fault, he felt. He pushed you away when he was jealous and ignorant.

You sighed as you tugged your heavy purse along, crossing out your last number of the day. Your eyes glanced to your steps seeing Wonho look up suddenly alarmed and confused.

"What are you doing here?" You asked confused.

"Why haven't you been answering your phone?" He asked first.

"Because I blocked your number."

"Oh." He looked down. "I'm sorry for what I said."

"Thanks." You said sarcastically as you walked passed him unlocking your door.

"Let me help you." He reached for your book that had addresses crossed out as you struggled holding your keys. "You didn't have to leave the company." He noticed that you were job searching.

"Well I was transferred to cube and their management sucks so....-"

"No I mean.....please come back. I was wrong and stupid."

"You know what. Not only was I risking my job for you but to think I was hooking up with Minhyuk AND Shownu. That's pretty pathetic."

"I know and I'm sorry. I just snapped from how you were so open with them and I was jealous."

"You were jealous for nothing. They're like my brothers Wonho. It's obvious I liked you and I was afraid of getting caught."

"Liked?" He said his voice dropping.

"Well.....you hurt me."

"Please forgive me."

You sighed again as you finally got your door open, inviting him inside. "I'm not going back to starship, so don't bother begging me."

"Then let me at least help you find something else, I'll help you with money."

"I don't need your dumb idol reputation to help me find a job. No one's hiring at the moment, that's all."

He followed you to your kitchen. "You haven't touched your wine since that night?" He glanced over to your counter with a tall red wine bottle a quarter full.

Your eyes drifted to where he was referring to. "I don't usually drink so I have no interest in finishing it."

"What about now?" He asked stepping closer to you and you were quick to stop him. "Please."

"What part of no, do you not understand?" You shook your head.

"I understand that if you're not part of the company, what else is standing in our way."

"You don't get to come into my apartme-" He closed your lips with his.

It only took you a second to pull away and push him as far away from you as you could. "You're a jerk."

He looked at you as he was making you feel guilty but yet sensual. He placed his hand where you pushed him and tugged on the button that was already coming undone. You stared frustrated as he knew what he was doing to you. You wanted him and that was clear.

"I know." He whispered close to you as he came closer. "I'm sorry."

"Please go." You whispered.

"Would it help to say I'm im love with you?" He asked only a centimeter away from filling the space.

"You're not."

"I am."

"No because-" He pulled you into him once again not breaking the kiss as sudden.

You hummed to break away but he was quick to shut you down. The kiss grew more desperate the more you let him take control. You were defeated by this point. You loved him too, you always had but the circumstances were far from acceptable but now that you were out of the job, maybe your fantasy could become a reality.

"Please take me back." He broke away from the kiss as you finally could catch your breath.

"I'll support you....support us." He practically begged.

"I can't just not work."

"Then I'll find you something....just give me some time."

"But if you're caught dating at all, you'll-"

"I know. But you're more important." He gently brushed his lips against yours.

"I can't let you do that."

"Then we'll keep it a secret." He was clearly not letting you go.

"Ok." You softly smiled confirming, sending him kissing you once again but with more passion. He lifted you up, gently sitting you on the counter as the kiss grew deeper by the second.

"Please let me take care of you." He kissed down your neck and you nodded in acceptance. He lifted you up once again carrying you to your bedroom.

"I promise.....I'll make you happy." Was the last thing he said before closing your bedroom door and giving you a night to remember.

Sure, you had regrets....but you loved him and he loved you. It was just the risk you had to play with. Is love really worth it?

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN!? BAKSBEIWJWKBSIFYEBKAH anyways... You seem to like writing for Taka so Imma give ya a prompt for him. How about Taka being sent by a teacher to check in on a classmate who hasn't showed up to a single class but it turns out they wanted to and the reason they had't was because they have really bad social anxiety and had shut themselves in their dorm room and couldn't work up the courage to leave? Lol kinda a long prompt. I love your writing and always look forward to your posts

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Sniffling, you bury yourself deeper within the blanket cocoon that you’ve wrapped around yourself. You shut your eyes to block out the light shining through the fabric. You’d left it on after another failed attempt to go to class. You’d managed to get to the door, fully dressed, only to feel fear gripping at your gut once more as your hand rested on the handle. It was better than most days, where you couldn’t even pull yourself from bed, but you still huff in teary frustration.

It had been over a week since school had started, and you still hadn’t attended a single class. Every time you got to the door, schedule in hand, you found your heart pounding at the thought of having to see your classmates. Each day you’d just end up shuffling back to the comfort of your blankets; at least there you wouldn’t feel the potential judging eyes of your classmates, or have the pressure of saying the right thing, the disgusted looks in their eyes when they decide that they hate you-

Ding dong!

You nearly fall out of your bed at the sudden loud ring, heart beating loudly as you poke your head out to look at the door, as if you’d know who it was through the solid material. You bite your lip, shrinking further into the blanket as you breathe lightly. Maybe they would go away if you didn’t answer.

Ding dong!

...Okay, maybe not. Swallowing thickly, you feel the familiar shot of anxiety scatter through you, and you have to clench the blankets in your fists to try to calm yourself. 

Ding dong! Knock knock knock!

God, why wouldn’t they just go away? It’s obvious that you don’t want to talk to them! Oh, God, what if they’re here to ask why you haven’t been in class? How would you even explain to them that the reason you haven’t been there is because your stupid, pathetic nerves-

Click.

You pause as you see the door handle start to twist, how did...? You locked the door, didn’t you? As the door slowly opens, you clutch the blanket around you tighter to yourself, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to calm down.

“Hello? Mx. L/N, I apologize for barging in, but you weren’t answering the door!” a firm voice calls out, and you hear the door click shut as footsteps enter your room. “The school asked me to come check on you, you haven’t been in... class...” the new voice trails off as his footsteps stop, and you can only assume he’s seen your form huddled in blankets.

“Um... are you alright?” his voice is considerably softer, and you barely peek your head out to lock eyes with his vibrant red ones. Your breath hitches as he furrows his eyebrows, “Are- are you skipping class?! You seem perfectly fine! Sleeping in, even!” You flinch at the sudden volume to his voice, tearing up as he stalks over to you, a scolding expression on his face. 

“Everyone is worried about you, but you just-!” he halts as he sees the tears in your eyes, and his expression morphs back into an uncomfortable and unsure one. “O-oh, um... Please forgive me, I-I didn’t...” he looks away, and you see him swallow thickly as he tries to find something to say, eyes flicking around your room. 

It clicks in your head as you watch him stiffly stand there that he’s probably just as uncomfortable as you are, and it brings you enough comfort to poke your head out a little more. You take a deep breath, averting your gaze to his boots as his snaps back to try to meet yours. “U-um,” you chuckle a bit nervously, biting your lip as your face heats up, “God, I-I’m so sorry. For missing class a-and making you come and g-get me.” 

You chuckle awkwardly, feeling your throat start to close up as you begin to tuck your head back into the blankets. “It’s no trouble,” he reassures you, “We’re only reviewing today, so I’m not missing anything new! Besides, checking on a classmate to make sure they’re okay is far more important than reviewing, which I can do at home!” 

He nods firmly, a small smile on his lips, though it quickly turns into a thoughtful frown as he brings a fist up to rest underneath his chin, “Though, I will have to reschedule my studying routine tonight because of this...” While he doesn’t seem to be blaming you directly, more just thinking out loud, the knowledge that it’s still your fault makes you feel a pang of guilt. Great, this guy seems to be serious about school, and you really made him come out to check on you because you’re nervous. 

“Ah, right! What is the problem, Mx. L/N? If you don’t mind my asking, of course!” he nods firmly, “If you’re sick, I have no problem helping you to the nurses office! Your health needs to be taken seriously!” 

“N-no, I’m not I-... I just...” God, how should you even explain this? You intake sharply, feeling tears prick your eyes once more. He seems to notice your struggle, because his eyes flick to the space beside you momentarily before he stiffly sits beside you, back rigid. 

“I-if...” he trails off, licking his lips, “If you would like to talk about it, I am a very good listener.” You blink in surprise, watching him fold his hands neatly across his lap as he waits patiently. 

“O-oh, um, it’s okay, you don’t have to-”

“Nonsense!” you jump as he exclaims suddenly, turning his gaze to you, “It’s no bother to me, I assure you!” You pause for a moment, watching as he retracts his gaze back to the floor as he resumes waiting.

“Th-thank you. Um... I- I don’t know, I just get- really nervous around people? Like, um...” you struggle to find the right words, biting your lip, “I don’t want them to not like me or something- or- or judge me, or- I don’t know.” 

He hums in thought, tapping his fingers across the back of his hand as he thinks for a moment, “Well, if that’s the case, you don’t need to worry!” He turns to you with a small smile, “Everyone here is very friendly!” 

You sigh quietly, flicking your gaze down to where your hands clench your blanket, “No, no, I’m sure you all are. It’s just hard for me to solidify it in my head. Y’know, like, I just can’t stop worrying about it.”

You watch from the corner of your eye as he ponders this for a moment before a look of realization comes over his face, “Ah, I understand now. I-... I feel the same sometimes.”

“Really?” your eyes look up to find his again, and he almost seems surprised when your eyes meet. He takes a moment before nodding.

“I- I don’t exactly know how to help, I’m sorry, I still don’t know how to handle it myself,” he admits, looking away guiltily and slouching a bit as his eyes flick across your room. You’re about to speak up about how it’s fine, he doesn’t have to help, really, you’ll be fine, when he straightens back up.

“Can I see your class schedule?” he asks suddenly, “If you don’t mind.” 

You nod, reaching deep into your blanket to slip your hand into your pockets, searching for the tucked away paper that still resided in one of them from your failed attempt of leaving. You stretch your hand out of your cocoon to hand him it, sitting up curiously as he scans the paper. 

“Ah!” he exclaims, turning to you with another smile, “We have a lot of the same classes! How about-” He suddenly pauses, and you notice him take a breath in as if to encourage himself. “We- we could stick together in those classes?” It comes out as more of a question instead of a statement, and his eyes are actively avoiding yours as he tightens his grip on the paper. 

“I-I thought that maybe- having someone to lean on would help. For both of us,” he clarifies, clearing his throat. You feel an intense swell of appreciation swirl in your chest at the thoughtful gesture. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face, feeling your tense form loosen a bit as you shed the cocoon a bit more.

“Y-yeah! Yeah, that would be really cool,” you agree, laughing a bit as he returns your smile with one of his own. 

“Wonderful! We can depend on each other, then! I-I look forward to it, Mx. L/N!” 

“You can just call me Y/N,” you swing your legs over the bed, standing from it a bit shakily as you ready yourself to finally go to class. 

“Oh, alrigh- wait! I never told you my name! I’m so sorry, how rude of me to burst in without even introducing myself,” he exclaims in a panic, rushing in front of you to stick out a stiff hand in greeting, “My name is Kiyotaka Ishimaru! B-but you can call me Taka, because we’re friends.” 

You don’t miss the subtle uncertain tone in the word friends, and you reach out to grab his hand, swallowing thickly as you glance up at him, affirming, “Yeah, friends.”

The smile he gives you is blinding, and you’re sure yours is mirroring it as he nearly bounds to the door with you in tow, “Great! Let’s go, then, Y/N!” 

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Please Don’t Take My Sunshine Away | Lee Wonho

Pairing: Wonho X Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: sadness ;-; mafia??? 

Author’s Note: It’s time I get back into writing, right? ah ha ha im sorry wonho stans also i really miss ot7 🥺🥺 I wish him and MX the best of luck for the future. I also suggest listening to his debut single: Losing You while reading 

WARNINGS! Vivid imagery of wounds and injuries! Blood!! death! 

Smoke trailed up into the cold night sky, snowflakes silently falling onto the slippery, icy road. He mustered all the energy he had into his arms, ignoring the pain in his abdomen and legs. Glass shards protruded from his chest, gashes around his waist and one from his head. The area was silent, the atmosphere still making it feel like time was slowing down. Frost and snow covered the land and trees that lined the road, one that wasn’t particularly used by many, potholes and cracks now concealed and filled by the ice and snow. Snow did what it always did and fell silently, covering the world with its wintry beauty.

Not even the moon shined, only a vague light of the moon did through the clouds but the only source of light around him now was one of the headlights of the car as it laid sideways, the other broken. Little things and pieces of the totaled car fell to the ground, the glass from the windows and windshields crunching beneath his body. He laid himself on his back, his mind numb to all the pain searing through his body.

He felt nothing.

It hurt to breathe, the coldness was sinking deeper and deeper as he laid in the sludge of melted snow on the side of the road. Without even looking, he could only imagine how red he was dyeing the snow all around him. No trees swayed, no winds passed by. There was nothing around, no one around. He was completely alone and no one would be coming. They made sure of it and made sure the job was done.

Getting into his car, the first thing Wonho did after starting it was to turn on the heaters and the seat warmer in his driver’s seat. His windows were fogged from the cold, frost creeping around the edges. He sat in the cold leather seat in the dark, blowing into his cupped hands around his mouth, occasionally rubbing them. Even through the sweatpants he wore, the cold went right through to his skin. He could see light traces of his breath in the cold car as it warmed up.

Driving away from headquarters on the beaten road, remnants of snow from others who had shoveled the roads all day crunches beneath the tires as he drove, the steering wheel cold as ice under his dry hands. The streets were barren, silent and still as he drove through, the area looking like it was a picture. He passed by buildings that were abandoned long ago, windows and doors boarded up or smashed in. The walls of them were worn from weathering after years with no one to treat them, cracks all around the walls. As he drove away, the road got bumpier and bumpier as he drove over untouched snow on the road.

He drove cautiously over the dipper road entering an area filled with trees, a back road that was uncommonly used by others. Tall trees lined both sides of the narrow, straight road that stretched for miles. It made the trip home longer but it was safer than driving in the open through the city, especially for Wonho. He focused on driving, trying his best to stay on the road as snow fell onto his windshield, even listening to the radio that played soft songs, the sound almost covered by the blasting heater that made the car nice and warm, the hot air burning against his hands on the old lacquered wood steering wheel.  

A hard collision from behind pushed his car into the side of the road, the wheels being pushed over the tree roots beneath the snow, making the car roll. He held onto the steering wheel the best he could but it happened so suddenly. Pain bloomed all over his body as he did his best to get out of his upside down, dragging his body over the broken glass all around. The shards crunched beneath his weight, his breathing weak and staggering. His frozen breaths puffed into the oblivion sky, the snow falling onto his face and body as it came down in silence. The cold all around him felt different. It was the type that reached into his bones but he couldn��t tell if it was really because his bones were exposed from his wounds or if it was just that cold. But it also felt like the cold was causing him more pain than his wounds. He laid on his back, his lungs struggling to breathe through the feeling of his lungs freezing, the snow and sludge around his hands numbing his fingertips, turning them stiff. He could feel the cold wetness seep through his clothes to his body, at the roots of his hair on his head as he laid, breathing.

He could feel his heart weakening as it beat in his chest, his body pulsating with every beat. He was losing blood and his blood flow was slowing down. Shakily, he reached for the zipper in his jacket pocket, struggling to find it from the coldness pricking him, but after what felt like an hour to him, he was able to unzip his pocket. Small tiny pieces of his glass cut and prodded at the skin on his hand, making him bleed even more as he weakly pulled out his phone. Te device was dented and the screen shattered. Turning his head and resting his arm holding his phone on the ground, his face was illuminated by the near broken device and the first thing he saw was a picture of you, making his lips twitch even when he couldn’t really feel anything anymore. His thumb hesitated as he faced the dial screen as large snowflakes pelted his face and body and everything all around. He couldn’t bring himself to call anyone from the clan after seeing the last four percent of battery he had. He was one of the last to leave and everyone else was long gone. There would be no one who could reach him in time before he bled out. After making up his mind, he pressed the one contact he was sure he wanted to call.

“Wonho?” Your voice was groggy being woken up from sleep. You laid still in bed in the dark, holding your phone to your face. “Are you home yet?” You asked stifling a yawn.

“I’ll be coming home a bit late,” he said weakly, sounding tired to you. “I was wondering…” He scrunched his eyes shut at the sharp pain that pierced him from the side as he moved just the slightest bit, biting back his yelps of pain. You couldn’t know. He didn’t want to worry you. “Could you do me a favor?” He asked, trying his best to sound as normal as he could, praying you couldn’t hear the car smoking in the back or the sound of wind blowing around him.

“What is it?” You asked, just a slightly but more awake.

“Could you sing for me that song? The one I like to hear you sing?”

“What for?” Curiosity piqued as you now opened your eyes to the wide dark room, his spot in bed empty beside you.

“I just wanted to hear you… so will you?”

“I could sing it when you come home but I don’t really know about right now… my voice isn’t exactly the best right now.” You sat up, stroking one o this pillows, the soft fabric like a cloud beneath your fingertips.

“Please,” he urged, sounding just the bit desperate. It was a song he often found your singing whenever he came home late. It wasn’t an original but that didn’t matter to him. He loved you and the sound of your voice as you spoke or laughed or yelled at him or cried, he loved everything about you. He loves your soul and saw it as a blessing in real life in the heinous world he was etched into.  

“Fine,” you caved. You learned your throat and made an effort to sound the best you could.

“The other night dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms…” He turned up the volume as much as he could, closing his eyes and letting his imagination take him away from the numbness of his body, imagining him holding you in his arms in the dark kitchen one last time, his body swaying slowly with yours to music only the two of you could hear. He followed the words you sang, your voice honey and raw in his ears, savoring every bit of it. “But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken, so I hung my head and I cried.” Cried. The sadness that was etched into your face when he came home to you beaten up and bruised, the panic you had in your teary eyes and the way your lips quivered as you managed him up, your tears dripping off your chin and the way your hands trembled.

It was a sight he never wanted to see, a pain he never meant to inflict on you.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are gray…” The way the last light of sun shined on your skin made you seem ethereal to him. The way you smiled, your nose scrunching just the slightest bit. Even as it hailed outside, hearing your laugh as it echoed around the spacious yet cozy living room, it was a laugh he could listen to on repeat and never get tired of. There wasn’t any problem you couldn’t help make easier for him by being beside him. “You’ll never know dear, how much I love you… Please don’t take-“ your voice was cut off as his phone died in his ear. Bringing the phone away, he discarded it to the side, as darkness blurred the corners of his visions.

With his final breath, he mustered up the energy, regardless of the pain he felt, ignoring everything to finish the line. “Please don’t take my sunshine away…” He closed his eyes, letting these be his final words, the image of you being the last thing he saw before his heart stopped beating, the pain no longer plaguing his body anymore.

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Chapter 9 Let me know if you wanna get tagged when I post new chapters in “These Streets Are Made For Walking”. @sleepysnails. Ao3 Link

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Even though Techno had instructed Mr. Richmon to call the cops, he didn’t even follow his own advice. Techno knew how long missing person’s cases could go on for. Besides, they knew exactly where the boys were being held, and  an investigation could potentially scare Las Nevadas into moving their location.

Techno and the Dream Team set up around Las Pizza Plaza. They did so silently, giving no indication that they were there. If they had the element of surprise, they were going to use it. Preparing to go in was stressful, and Techno could feel his hands clamming up in anticipation. There was so much that could go wrong, but also so much that could go right.

The plan was for Dream and Sapnap to go in, and make a mess of the place. It was what they did best, and served as a perfect diversion for George and Techno, who were waiting outside to call the cops on that disturbance. Hopefully after that, the cops will swarm the building, leaving the two of them to con their way in to have a little look around.

Dream and Sapnap loaded their paint guns. Confident that Las Nevadas won’t shoot them dead with actual guns, they double checked that they were wearing their Kevlar.

Techno and George were in the car eating a pizza bought from a competing chain--Puff Pies. They watched Dream and Sapnap walk in through the front door with anticipation. There’s a moment of calm when words are exchanged and a college student leaves the building, hopping into his own car and driving away. Then all hell breaks loose.

“Mother is going to hate everything about this,” George muttered. And that’s when the call gets put into dispatch.

“Where is the location of your emergency?” the dispatcher asked.

“Las Pizza Plaza, at 135 King Street. Two kids with guns just entered the premises and there are purple splatters on the windows, so I think they’re just paint guns.”

The line is silent. “This wouldn’t happen to be George Lore, would it?” they asked, like something about this situation was not clicking.

“Yes Mx.”

“Those two boys wouldn’t happen to be Dream Taken and Sapnap Halo would they?”

“Yes Mx.”

The person on the other end of the call was audibly confused. “Why are you turning them in?”

“Cause…” George trailed off. “Do your job.”

“Sending cruisers to your location. Where are you currently Mr. Lore? Anything else we should know about?”

“Parking lot. I’d like a peek around once you guys clear it out. Dream’s little brother is missing and we believe him to be inside the building.”

“And you didn’t call us earlier because?” The dispatcher dropped any and all professionalism they were trying to sustain.

“Those who get the cops to deal with their shit are cowards. Besides, it’s a distraction that will keep them in the building. I know that there are multiple warrants for their arrest.”

“There are much safer ways to go about this Mr. Lore.”

“We are dumb teenagers trying to get our little brother’s back.” George chuckled sadly. “We’re just trying to do this as quickly as possible, and if you gotta do stuff a little unconventionally, then oh well.”

“The cruisers should be pulling up to your location.”

“I can hear them, thank you.”

“Good. Please stand by for officer intervention.” Then, the line was dropped.

George pulled the phone away from his ear and made a face.

Techno snorted. “That was not the way to give that call.”

“Well the police are here now so shut up.”

Several officers set up to go in and subdue the situation in the parlour, and one cop came up to their car and asked them to roll down the window.

“Captain Craft,” Techno greeted. “Third time this month?”

“It is,” he said, unamused. “Dispatch said something about hostages?”

“Yes Captain. There’s a basement to Las Pizza Plaza where they keep storage and have a cell,” George said.

Captain Craft sent George a look. “What? I’ve been down there. Good old fashioned round of checkers while getting threatened.”

Techno whacked George across the back of the head. “Shut up.”

Dream and Sapnap were doing great.

They had barged in with no problem. The student who was working the till had panicked and called Slimecicle out from the back; all according to plan.

“Traves go home,” he said, not looking at him. He addressed the two boys next, “Let him go home. He’s not involved. Please.”

The two glanced at each other and Sapnap jerked his head towards the door. “Get out.”

Traves began to leave, hesitating for a moment when he neared the door. Glancing between the exit, and Slimecicle, he sprinted back, engulfing the other in a tight hug. Whispering in his ear, Traves spoke, "Don't die."

“I won’t.”

He then gave a final squeeze before releasing from the hug and running out of the building without looking back.

“New hire?” Dream teased.

“No,” Slimecicle shut him down. “Cousin, working for college cash.”

When Wilbur and Fundy come up from the basement, Slimecicle takes his cue to hide behind the counter. He’s the getaway driver, he only knows two things: drive and make pizza.

The four of them have a standoff, staring each other down. It seemed like they would stay like that forever, but that was soon changed. The whole room was filled with a flurry of motions, faster than what should be considered normal. Weapons were discarded after a few stray shots were fired, causing the start of a hand to hand brawl.

The door’s bell chimed. “Everybody down!”

They all pause for a second. They then scramble for their weapons. The police have their guns out; sure they’ve most likely only got their standard rubber bullets, but those things still hurt like a bitch. Granted shooting an officer is a proverbial death sentence, but defense is key. Even if they’re gonna get charged for resisting arrest, but for that they’d need to get caught.

It had barely taken twenty minutes for all four of them to be pinned to the ground, wrists trapped in zip ties.

When Captain Craft walked into the establishment, Techno and George were right behind him.

“Where would the children be?” Captain Craft asked George.

“Basement.” George ignored his friends on the floor and walked straight towards the back.

Captain Craft nodded to his colleagues and followed George. Techno was a few steps behind them, but he took a detour to the counter. “Evening Slime.”

“Hi,” Slimecicle said quietly.

“How are you doing?”

“Great.”

“You got a key?” Techno asked.

“Yes.”

“Good. Good. Come on, being agreeable will help you.”

“I make pizzas.”

“Come on Slime. Let’s go down. Need to get Tommy back.”

Slimecicle climbed out from behind the counter and followed Techno to the hidden staircase entrance built into a bookshelf in the manager’s office. They reached the hallway and Captain Craft took over. “These boys allege that there are children being held hostage in this establishment, where would they be?”

“I don’t know.”

George gets in Slimecicle’s face, blatantly ignoring the police officer. “Where are they?”

“I don’t know. I wasn’t told. Just take the keys and leave me alone!” Slimecicle holds the keys out with a shaky hand, shoving them in George's furious face.

George swipes the keys and drops Slime. “You are going to take the nice Captain Craft here to Quackity’s office okay?” He turned back to the officer. “Techno and I will have a look around. There’s a key to the cell here right?”

Slimecicle nodded quickly. “Yes.”

“Good.” With that, George and his menacing persona stomp off to find the cells.

George started at the other end, and Techno stood behind him as back up while he systematically unlocked and opened doors, along the length of the hallway.

Slimecicle led Captain Craft to Quackity’s office at the end of the hall. They were busted, he was scared, and there was nothing he could do.

“Quackity, your empire has fallen,” Captain Craft said.

“Pity,” Quackity brushed off the comment. He turned off the security footage playing on the TV in the corner of the room. “My hands are clean Captain.”

Still, Captain Craft pulled out the zip ties, and Quackity presented his wrists in snide compliance. “You are under arrest, Quackity, on suspicion for three counts of conspiracy to robbery, and three counts of conspiracy to kidnapping.” He then turned to Purpled. “And you are under arrest for three counts of kidnapping, but you are likely to be tried as a minor. Anything you say can and will be used against you in court, but if you tell us where Tommy Innit is being held, I will make the courts know to lower your sentence for being cooperative.”

“Fourth door to the left of here,” Purpled blurted out.

Quackity glares at Purpled. “And you were doing so well.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“You know kid, I took a chance on you. I had faith that you could do it, and instead you failed me like this.”

“I didn’t call you in!”

“Oh I know, but you could have stayed silent. Let them look, and instead they aren’t even going to waste time.” Quackity tutted in disappointment. “There’s a reason your brother doesn’t want you in the business kid. It’s because you’re bad.”

“It’s because he’s my brother,” Purpled corrected like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Ever had a family to care about?”

“Yeah. This one.”

“Fourth door to the left?” Captain Craft interrupted.

Purpled answered quickly. “Yes.”

“Why don’t you take me there?” Captain Craft asked. Everybody in that room knows he was trying to defuse the situation, but they all took the bait and stepped out into the hall. “Mr. Lore! Over here. Young Purpled has agreed to show us where the hostages are being held.”

George and Techno walk over to Captain Craft and Purpled. Both seniors glance the freshman up and down, contempt in their eyes.

“Did I do something bad?” Purpled asked, defensive.

“Did it feel good?”

“No.”

George handed Purpled the keys.

[sub-hoshi-enthusiast]

Ahhhhh please please please can you do Pentagon’s reaction to rimming?? Your MX one DESTROYED me in all the best ways, and as little sub content as there is for MX, there’s even less for PTG :(

I know :(( I love my babies so much and they deserve so much love!

Pentagon's Reaction to Rimming

Jinho

He gets excited the moment you bring it up, probably pulling you close to immediately get started. He wouldn't mind moving it out of the bedroom either (as I mentioned in the pegging pentagon post, he would love to be bent over and fucked against any surface). For some reason I can't get the image of you rimming him while he's bent over the countertop out of my head. His feet barely touching the floor and his cheek pressing into the cold surface of the counter, all while you have his arms pinned behind his back to leave him completely at your mercy. He wouldn't be able to to anything but moan and beg for more as you aggressively fuck him with your tongue, your hand that wasn't holding his wrists would be alternating between squeezing and slapping his ass. 

      I don't know what it is about Jinho that just makes me want to absolutely destroy him, but I just do. (Another nice thought would be Jinho sitting on your face because again, he would look absolutely gorgeous above you)

Hui

I feel like this sort of thing would actually happen in a spur of the moment kind of way, ya know? Like, you would be getting ready to peg him again (something that had become an almost regular occurrence by now). He would be on his knees and forearms, letting out quiet whimpers as you left open mouthed kisses down his back, teasing him by massaging his ass with your hands. You would notice how his whimpers get higher in pitch the closer your mouth gets to his ass, making you curiously leave a quick peck between his cheeks. He'd gasp but slowly ease back into you with a quiet moan as you lick a harsh stripe over his hole. He'd bury his face in his arms out of embarrassment, muttering a small 'please' while arching his back. How could you possibly say no to that?

     His moans and whimpers would sound so beautiful, even though most of them were muffled by his arms or a pillow, but he would never turn you down if you asked him to do it again sometime.

Hongseok

Surprise surprise, he'll be a brat the entire time. He enjoys the feeling of your tongue fucking him, more than he would actually like to admit, but he'll be complaining the entire time. He had given up pretending that he didn't like being pegged a long time ago (after you had threatened to never do it again since he hated it so much) and it's all he can think about while you're rimming him. He'll claim that your tongue wasn't enough and demanding you to get your strap. This leads to you edging him over and over again in hopes that he will learn to shut up.  When that doesn't work, you grab a ball gag to quiet his insufferable complaints.

     In the end, you ignore all of his complaints and make him cum all over himself. You tease him repeatedly afterwards, saying things like 'I thought you said it wasn't enough?' 'Look at the mess you made baby, are you sure my tongue isn't enough for you?'. He'd try to act like it doesn't phase him but the bright red of his ears tells you otherwise.

Shinwon

My god, he is so loud. By that, I don't just mean his moans. Once you had started rimming him, he would not shut up. He was a little flustered by the situation, so he ends up rambling about an array of different topics to fill the silence. You noticed that he had been talking because of how tense he was, so you made the decision to bring out the gag so he would instead focus on the pleasure you're giving him. Thankfully it works, and he ends up moaning loudly (well, as loud as he can with a gag in his mouth anyway) with his hands tangled in your hair and thighs shaking on either side of your head. Once he's finished he'll be asking how soon you could do this again.

     Once you manage to take his mind off the nerves he feels and make him really take in the pleasure you're giving him, he'll start to wonder why you hadn't thought of asking him before.

Yeo One

Ever since you first pegged Changgu, he had been trying to find more and more things to try out and explore his more submissive side. He'd most likely be scrolling through PornHub or something when he sees it, eyes lighting up in interest when he goes to look up more about it. He would excitedly suggest it the next time you had him pinned beneath you, practically begging you for it. He was not disappointed once you had started. His knuckles would be white from how hard he would be gripping the headboard, eyes rolling back into his head as his hips were trying to grind back into your face as much as he could. He found that he liked it much better when you were rough, nails digging into his thighs to stop him from squeezing them around your head and making sure to leave bruises all over the lower half of his body.

     After that night, it was much easier to get Changgu in the mood. All you would have to do was place your hand anywhere on his thigh or lower back, making him reminisce the feeling of your tongue abusing his hole as your hands left scars wherever they touched (he would even get turned on when you didn't want him to so good luck with that).

Yanan

While Yanan doesn't have much experience with this sort of thing, he's young and has a pretty high sex drive. Sometimes when you aren't there or he doesn't want to bother you, he may or may not watch porn to help him a little bit. On one of these particular nights, he had come across a video called 'Mommy Rimming Baby Boy'. His curiosity got the better of him and he ended up clicking on it. Long story short, you came home to see Yanan helplessly rutting into the sheets while thrusting his fingers inside himself. Once you saw what he was watching, you didn't hesitate to help him with his problem.

     He gets very loud when you rim him and will probably be begging you to keep going even after he's already cum (which he will most definitely do without having his dick touched).

Yuto

To say he was caught off guard by your suggestion was an understatement. Normally he's very confident, but when he had finally agreed to let you rim him he was extremely flustered. He was so embarrassed, in fact, that he refused to let you take off the shirt he was wearing, claiming that he would feel too vulnerable and exposed (not that you hadn't seen him naked before (obviously), it would just be too much embarrassment for one night). He refused to look at you as you leaned down to kiss at his hole, making him gasp as he clenched around nothing. He managed to stay relatively quiet, save for a few whimpers or whines as he gripped the bedsheets for dear life. The second he made eye contact with you, however, the floodgates opened as his mind melted from the overwhelming pleasure he was receiving. 

     You were going to tease him for it after you finished, but felt your heart drop as you realized he had accidentally slipped into subspace (a very rare occurrence). He wouldn't be as embarrassed the next time you do it so you should prepare for extra bratty Yuto.

Kino

I can't be the only one that wants Kino to sit on my face, right? His thighs tensing on either side of your head as you aggressively fuck him with your tongue. He'd be desperately gripping your thighs as loud moans left his lips. You would probably have to hold him by his hips to keep him in place, otherwise he would be squirming too much for you to rim him properly. If you even think about moving away from him before he cums, he'll probably reach behind him to grab your hair and tug you back to where you were. This would absolutely lead him to a punishment later but you just decide to go with it for now, relishing in the sweet sounds he lets out.

     Kino absolutely loves anything to do with you touching his ass; pegging, rimming, fingering, spanking, and anything else you could think of (though you might want to be a little careful with spanking because the man is very sensitive) so rimming quickly becomes one of his favorites.

Wooseok

You know this big baby will get excited the moment you bring this up. You'll really only end up doing this when you're prepping him to peg him but he still loves when you do it. It's just that whenever he feels your tongue thrusting into him, he feels the need to be filled with something bigger. After a few minutes of you rimming him, he'll start begging you to fuck him into the mattress. Of course, you would never say no to your precious baby when he asks so nicely like that, so you comply.

     He really does let out the sweetest noises when you're rimming him though. Low whimpers and whines between his mantras of 'yes' and 'please'.

[honey-and-strawberry]

Black Velvet

An MX OT7 Vampire x Spellcaster AU

Warnings: swearing, dirty talk.

Kihyun & Hyungwon

Word count: 1.5k

Working graveyard shift, I’m used to seeing bizarre characters. I didn’t expect to see two heavenly attractive vampires, who bring up a strange proposal.

A/N: I know there were photos of Kihyun and Hyungwon in the original post but the first paragraph kept getting copied twice, I kept editing it and it wouldn’t go away. Blame tumblr.

Graveyard shift at Fairy Trade. I don’t know how this store hasn’t gotten out of business yet. The late night hours is a redeeming factor. Out of the whole street of shops and restaurants, we stick out like a sore thumb, but mostly because we are locally owned and have a fantasy aesthetic. I told my boss to renovate, or to at least change the stone floor to hardwood, but he refused.

Being one of three employees, I’m always stuck being overnight shift, which is my fault since I’m the only one willing to be around occults. I wouldn’t have a problem doing the shift, but then they assign me for afternoons too!

I’ll bring it up to management tomorrow, because my sleep schedule is affecting me hard. I’m reading through a book to look for energy boosting spells. So far, nothing that I haven’t tried before. It’s not like I’m busy during this shift, the only customers I get are vampires doing blood runs or fellow spellcasters grabbing last minute supplies.

The bell by the door dings.

“Hi, I’m here if you have any questions” I sweetly greet, eyes still glued to the book. I hear some murmuring in the isles. Instinctually, I look up to see who’s whispering. Two handsome, dark dressed men. I see a glimpse of their faces and my jaw drops. The taller one, who has slicked back black hair, wearing a black turtleneck with black jeans, has stunning grey eyes and plump lips. The shorter one, with mousy brown undercut with full bangs, wearing a satin button up under a black velvet jacket with slacks, has strikingly green eyes and a sharp jawline. They glance at me, then continue murmuring. I should be afraid of being outnumbered by a couple of vampires, but there’s emergency devices under the counter incase of a frenzy. They walk to the race section, out of my line of sight.

The tall one approaches the counter, suave with his hands in his pant pockets.

“Hi, there. May we get some bottles from the cooler, please?” he softly requests. His voice is a little raspy, but intoxicating. Without saying a word, I grab the keys for the blood cooler, my eyes locked onto his. He follows me to the blood cooler, towering over me. The shorter one, who is still taller than me, waits patiently at the cooler.

“Wow, you’re prettier up close” the shorter one greets. I almost drop the keys from shock. The tall one coughs to get the other one’s attention.

“I’m sorry, where are my manners? May we get some bottles, please?” the shorter one smiles.

“How many?” I smile, unlocking the cooler.

“Four bottles, please” both men estimate. I hand them two bottles each and relock the cooler. I can’t understand why vampires like these bottles. I heard it’s excellent quality, but I wouldn’t know since I’m not a vampire. We meet back at the counter to check them out.

“Anything else for you two?” I wonder before typing the prices into the register. They both shake their heads.

“Are you doing alright?” the shorter one asks, tilting his head.

“What do you mean?” I pause.

“You look tired” the shorter one points out, looking at the counter. “Energy spells?”.

The taller one elbow jabs him. Out of embarrassment, I close the book.

“I know something far better than those silly little spells” the shorter one continues.

“Let me guess, it’s to turn into a vampire?” I joke.

The taller one chuckles while the other one scoffs.

“No, but it does involve us” the shorter one flirts, flicking his eyebrow. I’m intrigued. Wait, these are vampires, this could involve murder for all I know.

“What’s all involved?” I ask for clarification. Both men glance at each other. That’s not helping my skepticism. 

“Depends on how much you want it” the shorter one smirks. The tall one bites his lip to keep silent. We process the transaction. I hand the shorter one the receipt.

“I don’t know” I mumble, troubled. “What will happen to me?”.

“You will be on top of the world” the taller one surprisingly comments.

“What my brother here means, is that you won’t need those spells. For energy, health, and strength” the shorter one nervously laughs. My eyes widen, if I wasn’t interested before, I am now.

“I still don’t know” my cheeks burn. The shorter one takes a pen from the cup and scribbles on the receipt.

“Call me when you change your mind” he shrugs. I take the receipt. They wave goodbye, take their bottles and strut out of the shop.

Book of Fangs, chapter 4 paragraph 3. See you soon.

-Kihyun xxx-xxxx

Book of Fangs? Sounds familiar, I might’ve stocked it a while ago. Skimming through the shelves and I find a copy. I flip to chapter four, paragraph three. Vitality rituals? 

An act of sacrifice. An exchange of power...based on the exchange of...oh. OH. Sex for the exchange of blood? Is this book a reasonable source? I guess it is.

For best results, the ritual must be performed with the whole clan per mortal partner.

Of course it is. I don’t even know how many members are in his clan. Wait, what am I saying! It’s sex for the exchange of blood! They could kill me! Although...those two are handsome. I could give him a call for more information…

Dialing his phone number, I wonder how desperate I am for a boost. He could be lying to me, using this as a trap to kill me. He wouldn’t be stupid enough to trick a spellcaster, would he?

“You took longer than expected. I like that” Kihyun answers. The hairs in the back of my neck stand.

“Hello to you too, Kihyun” I greet, swirling on my stool behind the counter.

“So what do you say, beautiful. Are you in?” Kihyun chuckles.

“I have questions first” I halt.

“Do tell”.

“Is the ritual really sex in exchange for blood?” I hesitate.

“Yes. Drinking blood during an act of protected sex” Kihyun explains. Protected sex makes it a little more comforting.

“The book says that the ritual could be done with the whole clan” I add, leaning on the counter.

“Correct, but isn’t necessary” Kihyun confirms.

“So the potency is determined by the amount of members in the clan. How many are in your clan?”.

“Ah, curious, are you? My clan is just us seven men”. Seven men? In one night? I subconsciously close my legs.

“And you promise this won’t kill me?” I change my tone to serious. I may know some spells that could kill them, but that would be pointless if they slash an artery.

“There is a chance of the ritual turning fatal, but we are careful about safety”. So they had experience doing this, that’s assuring. “You have the power to stop it at any time”. That’s even more assuring.

“You are aware that I’m a spellcaster and are capable of hurting you, right?” I sass.

“I like that about you. You’re not scared of us” Kihyun chuckles. 

“What’s there to be scared about?” I flirt.

“Baby, don’t tease me just yet, I could come back” his voice deepens. I drag my nails on the counter, releasing some tension.

“How about I come see you?” I laugh. Oh shit, what did I just say? Who have I become!

“Sounds like a date. Tomorrow night?”. I could feel his cocky grin through the phone. I choke on my words. Did I really just ask someone on a date? A group sex date?!

“All eight of us?” I swallow my fear.

“All eight of us, but don’t worry, beautiful, you’re in good hands. We will take good care of you”. “I might get a little rough, though” a little growl rattles the phone.

“Good” I unknowingly exhale.

“You like it rough, baby?” he sounds a little surprised. I internally scream from realizing he heard me.

“I-I” I nervously laugh. He softly shushes.

“It’s ok, I’ll find out tomorrow. Till then, just imagine my teeth biting your soft neck while I’m deep inside you”. I dramatically inhale, rubbing the top of my thigh. Did I imagine him saying it, or did he actually say it?

“Talking dirty on the phone? That’s bold of you” I catch my breath. He inhales through his teeth.

“You imagined it though, didn’t you?”. I wonder if he’s all bark...and no bite? Ouch, that’s a bad joke.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t” I snark with a smile.

“I know you did, but I shouldn’t keep you distracted. I’ll see you tomorrow, beautiful” he concludes before hanging up. I put my phone on the counter and blankly stare to mentally process the proposal. Do I really want to have sex with seven men in one night? For what, vitality? I’ll need a boost just to get through it! He said it himself, the ritual doesn't necessarily need all the members and I could stop it at any time. Let’s see what happens tomorrow, I guess.

[jwillowwolf]

Magic and Miracles - Chapter 4

Sanders Sides Big Bang fic, Chapter 4!

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Summary: “Are you mocking me?”

“Are you that dense?”

Warning/s: food mention.

Characters: Logan, Remy, OCs, Virgil, Roman, Remus, Patton, Janus, Emile.

Tag List: @theimprobabledreamersworld @remy-please-come-back

Read on AO3

4 | Teamwork Troubles

It was the day after the quest-incident, and Remy had decided they would not be going on any more expeditions for a while. Especially since it was raining like crazy outside. Almost storming but not quite there yet.

Logan liked these kinds of days best because they gave him the perfect excuse to curl up somewhere and read a book. Except, today he couldn’t do that, since they still had lessons, and just like the day before Remy had led them somewhere that wasn’t their classroom.

“Why are we in the kitchens?” Janus asked.

“Because I’ve decided to teach you some more unique magic. Household spells, to be exact.”

Remus cocked his head to the side. “Household spells? Are we learning how to make a home?”

“How to make one tidy, yes. I’m going to teach you everyday spells you can use for cleaning and whatnot.”

“What? But that’s the servant’s job!” Roman complained.

“Not today. I gave the staff the day off, so you’ll all be doing what they usually do.”

The teens all groaned but went to work without much complaining. From most of them anyway. Remy taught them a few easy spells for using water to clean surfaces, air to dust hard to reach places, etc. Logan found that it was a lot easier than normal cleaning but just as boring. His classmates seemed to think so too if their agonised expressions were anything to go by.

“Are we almost done?” Roman asked.

“There’s still a whole third of the house to go,” Virgil informed him.

“This is so lame!” Remus complained. “We’re just casting mopping spells, and dusting spells, and sweeping spells, and shining spells, and nothing interesting!”

“It’s not so bad. We’re getting to see more of the house.” Patton said.

Remus perked up. “Do you think we’ll get to see what’s in the tower?”

“Remy told us on day one we weren’t allowed there,” Willow said.

“Yeah, but he also said we’d be doing what the servants usually do. They must do some kind of maintenance there.”

Logan shrugged. “I highly doubt Remy will allow us to do anything there, even if we’re taking over for the servants.”

“We shouldn’t be doing the servants’ work anyway. It’s for servants!” Roman complained.

Janus groaned. “Can you just shut up? We’re all in the same boat here, so there’s no use complaining the entire time.”

“Well, obviously you’re not standing up for anyone, Mx Dragon.”

“There’s no one to stand up for.”

“We can stand up for ourselves. This is inhumane!”

“Have you never had any repercussions in your life? For anything?”

“What would I need repercussions for? I haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Oh, of course. Sorry, I forgot you’re Mr Perfect.”

“Are you mocking me?”

“Are you that dense?”

“You b-”

Before Roman could finish, he and Janus were splashed with water. Everyone turned to find that it was Willow who’d cast the water spell.

“You’re both getting on my nerves now. The only reason you even oppose each other is because of some stupid race-rivalry from a thousand years ago. It’s getting old!”

“He started it!”

“Me? It was you who started it!”

They were both doused with water again. “See, this is what I was talking about! It doesn’t matter who started it, because I say it’s finished.”

“That’s not fair,” Janus complained.

“Well, boo hoo to you- eek!” Willow was suddenly soaked. “Remus!”

“What? I wanted to try out the spell,” she said with an innocent smile that was then wiped of by a thin stream of water squirting into his face.

“Sorry Re, I guess I don’t know my own strength,” Patton said, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

Remus just laughed. “No worries Pat, I’ll get you back for that!”

“Eek!” Patton jumped out of the way as Remus sent a stream at him.

Which caused poor Virgil to get drenched from the attack. He glared at both of them and sent water at everyone else, which finally caused things to fall into chaos as all of the students were now wet and trying to shoot each other. It had started out as them all trying to get revenge but quickly turned into a game as the teens dissolved into laughter and just began shooting each other for the fun of it.

The laughter didn’t last long-- or maybe it did? But no one had thought to keep track of the time- but getting back to my point, Remy was not happy when he walked in on his students having a water fight in the library. Especially not when he was shot by all seven of them upon entering the room.

“Okay, since you caused an absolute catastrophe with your first punishment, I have no choice but to make the second one harder.”

“Are you going to make us do more manual labour?” Roman asked.

“No, I don’t think anything of that kind won’t end up the same as-- well this!” He gestured to the soaked library. “What to do, what to do… ah-ha!”

“Oh, I don’t like that look on his face,” Remus whispered.

Indeed, none of them liked the dark grin that was plastered on their teacher’s face. They all shivered with dread from the anticipation of what kind of punishment they were going to face.

“You will all be writing your own independent papers on a historic magical event.”

And then everyone died.

Not really, no one actually died. I’m sorry if I misled you there. I meant that they all died inside, just a little, as one does when told they have to write a school paper. Especially when you realise you’ve just destroyed the library and have no sources to help you write said paper.

Dinner was unbelievably quiet as everyone was wallowing in agony over what to do about their assignment. Logan found himself distracted from such thoughts however as he noticed the minute change in the atmosphere.

Normally, there was tension during mealtimes, especially between Roman and Janus. Tonight however the dragon and elf seemed to be accepting or perhaps ignoring each other’s presence. For once there was complete peace among the teens and Logan came to a realisation.

In the past two days, they’d worked together, somewhat, and managed to do a lot more than they’d done alone. Okay, so technically the things they’d done was collect a bunch of forest ingredients, save Patton from a well, and destroy a library, but with proper coordination and teamwork, they could find ways to put their skills to use. And perhaps that would help them in the long run when it came time for the secondary license test.

Long story short, they needed to work together properly if they wanted to accomplish anything worthwhile. Which meant they needed to get along like this, preferably without wallowing in despair.

That brought Logan back to the problem at hand. The papers. With the library absolutely soaked where were they going to get-

“That’s it!”

Everyone jumped in their seats a little at Logan’s exclamation.

“Uh, did you figure something out?” Willow asked.

“Yes, I’ve come up with a solution to our paper problem to be exact.”

“Don’t keep us in suspense,” Virgil urged.

“We can use the library.”

Roman frowned. “It’s waterlogged, Genius. Remember?”

“Not that library. The one in town. They have an entire section on magical history and I happen to know someone who could help us find whatever we need.”

“If we’re going into town, can we also do some sightseeing?” Patton asked.

Remus grinned. “Yeah, we haven’t gotten to see anything apart from the manor and forest since we got here.”

Logan blinked in surprise. “Wait, what do you guys usually do on weekends when I visit the town?”

“You visit the town? I thought you just stayed in your room.” Janus said.

“Jan and I normally spend the day in the garden,” Willow answered. “I think we all just laze around the manor really.”

Everyone nodded affirmatively.

“Alright then, I suppose we can get some sightseeing done as soon as we find what we need at the library.”

---

“What are you gonna show them? The town well?” Everleigh remarked.

Logan shrugged. “I don’t know. They are the ones who want to do the sightseeing.”

Saturday had come and the entire class had taken a carriage into town. With any tension between them having been absolved since the water incident, they had openly spoken of their excitement at getting to go into town, despite having to do research for their papers at the library.

It was such a strange thing to think that his classmates who grew up in more interesting faraway places, would be so interested in his little hometown. He wondered if they would be disappointed when they realised how simple life here really was.

Roman and Remus had grown up on Lyrecrest Ilse, a well-known destination that many called an island paradise. Patton came from Sweetwater Cove, where the waters were said to be clear as glass. Willow and Janus were from the Evergreen Valley where many other demi-creatures and magical folk lived together in their own private communities. And Virgil… now that Logan thought about it, he didn’t know where Virgil was from, but it had to be somewhere just as exotic, if not more so.

Yet here they all were, eager to see his quiet hometown.

Everleigh had been waiting at the bakery, as always, to greet Logan when he came and was quite shocked to see the others he’d brought along with him. He took her aside and explained what had happened as briefly as possible without losing too much detail, while Emile was handing out breakfast pastries to his classmates.

“Hmm, this is absolutely delicious. Thank you, Mr Picani,” Patton said, and the others echoed their appreciation after him.

“It’s no problem kids. I’m glad you like these. They’re a new recipe I’m perfecting.”

“It tastes pretty perfect to me,” Remus complimented as he licked his fingers.

“Hey, the carriage is leaving,” Roman said, pointing outside.

“Yeah, the driver is taking the horses to be watered. He’ll come back this evening to take us home.” Remy explained.

“But how are we getting to the library?”

Janus snorted. “Ever heard of walking?”

Roman’s face morphed into an expression of mild dread and disbelief.

“The library is only twenty minutes from here,” Everleigh stated. “It’s not a long trek or anything.”

“We could probably get there even faster if we raced,” Remus suggested.

Willow’s ears perked up. “Race?”

Janus smirked. “Hey roman, I bet you couldn’t beat Willow there.”

Roman huffed. “I could beat all of you there.”

“You all don’t even know the way there,” Virgil pointed out.

“Uh, Everleigh and Logan could give us some directions,” Patton suggested.

“I’d be happy to provide directions if I can race too,” Everleigh said.

Willow grinned. “The more the merrier.”

After giving out directions and everyone lining up in what they determined was a fair starting line, the eight teenagers ran through the streets and arrived in front of the grand library in record time. They stood outside arguing for a few minutes, or rather Roman and Janus argued for a few minutes about Janus getting there via a piggy-back ride from Willow.

They came to the resolution that it didn’t matter since Willow had gotten there first, while carrying Janus, making her the winner. Everleigh had complimented Willow’s strength, causing them to blush furiously, and suggest they all went into the library.

“Okay, so you guys need magical history stuff, uh, that will be in the archives under magical research and/or supernatural events. Do you guys have anything specific in mind?” Everleigh asked as they stepped inside of the massive building.

“Woah, how many books are there here?” Janus asked as they looked around in awe.

“I have no idea, but we’ve got something for everyone, from fictional works and poetry to adventurer biographies and cookbooks.”

“What kinds of biographies do you have?” Willow inquired.

“Pretty much anything that’s printed for public distribution, plus a couple of private journals that have been donated from noble families. Do you have something in mind?”

“Um, well, there’s a book I read back home that I was thinking of using. The Quest of Nigel Hawk. there are a bunch of events in there that Nigel witnessed first hand that we could write about.”

“A primary source? That would be the best way to get whatever information we needed.” Logan said.

“What kind of events did Nigel see on this quest?” Patton asked.

“I don’t remember everything, but ze saw stars dancing on the ocean, met the grand phoenix and witnessed the birth of the first pegasus,” Willow recounted.

“Stars dancing on the ocean? Are you sure ze wasn’t just dreaming?” Remus asked.

“If I remember right, they were two spirits. The soul of the north star and her bride, a sailor from days long past. Nigel met them both on the night of their anniversary when they came down to celebrate with a dance, and they told him the story of how they got together.”

“That sounds so romantic! I’ll go see if I can find that book,” Everleigh said before disappearing between the tall bookshelves.

“Uh, do we just wait here for her or...?” Roman asked.

“She does this when she’s excited. We can just wait for her in the reading area,” Logan explained, motioning for everyone to follow him.

He led them to an area where there were several long tables with semi-comfortable chairs where they could sit. Once the group had sat down at one, Everleigh came from gods-know-where and plopped down a pile of thick tomes.

“This guy either lived a long life or an eventful one, but there are like eight different parts of his adventures in chronological order.”

“Why do I feel like this is going to be worse than I’d hoped,” Remus groaned.

Virgil raised an eyebrow. “You expected studying to be easy?”

“You make a good point, but there’s no need to stab me with it.”

“Well, we should probably get started, right?” Roman sighed and they all nodded. “Which is the first volume?”

“Uh, this one. I could read it aloud for you all,” Everleigh offered.

Patton clapped his hands together. “Oh, it’s like a storytime.”

“Yeah, but shh, we don’t want to get kicked out for making too much noise,” Logan warned.

“Oh, sorry.”

“It’s okay. The librarians are pretty lenient, but let’s keep the noise at a minimum.” Everleigh suggested. “And I’ll read this as softly as I can…”

The group listened to Everleigh read the first book of Nigel’s adventures for a while, then she passed the book to Logan who continued from where she left off. Basically, they all became enthralled with knowing what happened next and passed the story around to be read aloud as each reader got tired of reading. They all took turns and before they knew it they’d come to the end of the book.

“Holy Knights, that was a real twist,” Remus exclaimed.

Virgil nodded. “Right? Was anyone else feeling anxious there when Killian got hit by that arrow?”

“I thought he’d have died, honestly. It’s amazing that Gwen was able to heal him,” Patton said.

“I would have never guessed that was where healing magic came from. But it makes me curious about where other magics originated from,” Logan stated.

“Well, I don’t know about the rest of you, but I call dibs on Duncan’s coronation for my paper. That was one heck of a rebellion,” Roman declared.

“I think I’ll do my report on Odessa’s garden. That was a true masterpiece of romantic tragedy,” Janus remarked.

Willow snorted and Patton gave her a questioning look. “What’s so funny?”

“It just seems kind of ironic that Roman is doing a report on the first Dragon King and Janus is doing one about an elf heroine.”

Everyone exchanged glances and began laughing, except for Janus and Roman who just looked at their companions in complete confusion. While they were laughing, a librarian walked over to their table.

“Pardon, but I must request you all be quiet or take your merriment elsewhere.”

“Oh, sorry Jana, we’ll just- oh man, is that the time?” Everleigh asked when she noticed the clock in the corner was now at eleven-forty-eight.

“Yes, that’s the right time.” Jana answered.

Everleigh looked at the group. “I think we better get some lunch.”

The group exchanged some agreeing nods and got up from the table.

“Sorry for the trouble, Jana. we’ll head out now, uh, could you check out these books for me and i’ll swing by for them later?”

Jana looked at the books and sighed. “I suppose, but only if you leave now.”

“Sure thing. See ya!” Everleigh said before running off towards the exit with the others following her.

“What are we doing for lunch?” Remus asked the group. “Because I for one am starving.”

“We could check what there is in the market,” Logan suggested. “Remy and my dad won’t be expecting us until dinner time, so we can check out what’s there until then.”

“Oh yeah, we wanted to get some sightseeing in,” Roman remembered.

“Well, there’s no place to start like market street.” Everleigh declared. “Let’s go!”

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A/N: thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed this. I'll be posting two chapters a day until the full fic is up, so if you want to be tagged, you can just ask.

I'd love to hear what you thought about the chapter if you wouldn't mind commenting. Thanks again for reading! Here's hoping you have a magical day 💜

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MONSTA X REACTION: girlfriend looking sexy while getting ready.

🌜pairing🌛: Monsta x + f-reader

🌜summery🌛: reaction, teasing, swearing,smut,fluff, kissing, dirty talk, blow jobs, quickies, fingering, thigh high kink, clothing kink, sir kink, slight humour,thigh riding, choking,mirror sex, finger sucking, breast play, lip kink, it’s just a whole lot of my kinks because why not.

Sorry it took so long,I hope you like it!!! thank you for requesting♡

Sorry I haven’t been posting much, but dw I’m back and I feel 100x better:))

Please keep requesting for Mx because they’re my baby’s and I want to write more for them,,Thank youuu!

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{SHOWNU}

His eyes just lit up, he’s completely speechless. He just stands by the door staring at you, his mouth wide, literally slobbering.

“Nu, are you okay?” You giggle out, turning around to meet his gaze. Setting down your hair brush you push yourself up from the chair. You make your way over to him, making sure you let your hips sway slightly. His eyes moving up and down your figure, while his teeth bite down on his bottom lip.

You move your hands to fix the collar of his shirt, letting your fingers run against the hot skin a small smirk falling onto your face. He knew exactly what you were doing. His arms wrapping around your waist, his large hand cupping your ass cheek. Squeezing you through your thin black dress.

“We’ve got 20 minutes, and I think someone needs tending to” he groans out, pushing his head down to your neck. Letting his thick muscle run along your exposed collarbone, leaving a trail of saliva.

“You think you can tend to me in 20 minutes sir”you whisper into his ear, letting your hot breath fan his neck. The next thing you know is you’re pushed against the wall, your dress pushed up while his fingers pump into you.

{WONHO}

He will be shy, blushy and very smiley. But deep down he wants to ravish you, make you keep those thigh high socks on while he fucks you. God, he couldn’t keep his mind off of how your thighs looked. How the fabric squeezed around the soft flesh.

“Take a picture baby” you say, chuckling at his shocked expression. You run your hand up your thigh, squeezing the skin in between your thighs. Noticing how his eyes darted to your hand, staring at the way your hand moved closer to your heat before you move your hand away. Gripping a hair clip before slipping it into your hair, looking back into the mirror.

You hear a small groan before he moves closer to you, his hands running to your thighs, rubbing slowly. His head pressed against your cheek while he stared back into the mirror. Staring into your eyes.

“You want me to fuck you infront of this mirror” his voice now deep and raspy, making goosebumps rise on your skin. You nod your head innocently, pushing your hand up to your mouth, biting down onto your finger before wrapping your lips around your finger tip.

“Don’t you want my lips wrapped around you, bunny?”

{MINHYUK}

He loved how the turtle neck wrapped tightly around your neck, and how the fabric hugged your plump tits. He never knew why but you wearing a turtle neck, turned him on so much.

“You trying to outshow me now hunny?” a small smirk on his face as he plays with your hair, brushing a piece out of your face. He eyes glued to how your chest moved, up and down, with every breath you took. You notice and roll your eyes, slowly nudging him away.

“You’re a little perv” you giggle out, pushing your face to his, kissing him slowly. You feel his hand run up your stomach then to your breast, his hand cupping tightly. You moan slightly into his mouth, letting his hands roam all over your body.

“Now are you gonna take off this shirt, even though I love it, so I can mark you up?” Already his hands are moving under your shorts to pull the fabric over your head, a groan leaving him at the red lace bralette you had on underneath.

“I guess bowling can wait then Hm?” You already had your answer when his lips attached to the skin of your breasts. Leaving pretty pink splotches In his path.

{KIHYUN}

He’d be cocky, and such a tease. The way he sat in his chair, looking you up and down with a greedy look In his eyes. His finger running across his bottom lip, his head slightly titled. It made you feel breathless, his eyes filled with lust and darkness just staring you down.

“Give me a twirl y/n” his voice deep, he sent a comforting smile your way before cocking his head. You slowly twirled, letting out a giggle as you stopped, before staring back at him. His eyebrow now cocked.

“Come sit on my lap” his hand gestures to his crotch, you slowly make your way over to him as he pushes forward giving you space to sit down. You grip the sides of your skirt before sitting down, your breath hitching at how close your face was to his. He gives you a short kiss, his hand rubbing your side in a comforting way.

“Now ride me princess, ride my cock” he says, letting his hands wander down to his pants. You hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, you feel excitement erupt in your tummy. You push yourself up, moving your panties to the side, feeling your wetness drip down your thigh.

“Fucking ride me like your life depends on it” he growls out, as you slowly slide don’t onto his cock. Small whines leaving you, as you began to bounce.

{HYUNGWON}

He’d push you back onto the bed, his fingers tracing over your plump lips, slathered in cherry lip gloss. He loved the way your cheeks flushed pink at his sinful words, or how the way your thighs squeezed shut everytime he’d bite his kissable lips.

“Wouldn’t you like my cum covering your pretty lips instead of lip gloss, I’m sure it’d make you more Hm...ravishing” he hummed out, still his slender fingers tracing the outline of your lips. You opened your mouth taking one of his fingers into your mouth, sucking down as your eyes met his. You let him go with a “pop”, pushing your self up.

“I would, but hyungwon we have dinner soon” you groan out, pouting with sad eyes. He shakes his head, picking up his phone from the table before unbuckling his belt and pulling himself out. You make a puzzled face before moving forward, sitting infront of him waiting for what he was going to do next.

“Hello, it’s Chae hyungwon. I have a reservation for dinner at 8pm but I’m going to be late and I was wondering if I could change to 9pm” he talks to one of the restaurant managers, all while pushing himself into your mouth. Letting out a small squeak at your wet cavern consuming him.

“Yeah you see I’m just a little busy right now, Someone has a problem that I have to fix”

{JOOHEON}

He’d be playing on his phone, not even noticing you. A frown making its way onto your face, you wanted to turn around and just see his face drop, but no he was smiling at his phone.

You walk over to him slowly, walking sexily but casually so you didn’t overdo it. You gripped the side of his phone moving it away from him before placing it onto the bed beside you. You slid onto his lap, slowly rocking against him. He finally looks up at you, a small smile forming on his lips.

“You look beautiful baby” he says, letting his hands roam around your waist. You giggle placing a kiss to his shoulder, grinding your hips down harder onto his. A precious groan leaving him. Your hands tugging at his shirt, wanting it off of him, so you could feel his skin against yours.

“Y/n, princess, we have dinner with the boys soon” he says a little breathless, still his hands roaming your body. You place kisses from his exposed collarbone to his jawline then to the his ear.

“Just 10 minutes joo, let me make you feel good” you breath out, before going back to kissing his neck as you grind your hips faster. Enjoying the way his growing bulge rubbed against your covered clit, making the heat in your tummy build up.

“Just 10 minutes baby girl”

{CHANGKYUN}

He couldn’t stop staring at your ass and the way the skirt hugged your curves. He loved it. Every time you bent over to grab something from the desk, the pink lace of your panties flashed him. Making his cock pulse in his tight jeans. He knew exactly why you wore that tight pink skirt, just to get him hard while you were out. He knew your evil tricks.

“Your ass looks good today, and the panties too” you hear him say, you smirk as you bend down again from “accidentally” knocking one of your makeup brushes. You bend down a little more this time, wiggling your ass a little. He saw the small wet patch that made your panties a little darker in colour. Dirty little girl.

You didn’t expect to be pulled by your waist and sat on his jean clad thigh, a small squeak leaving you as you feel his teeth bite down on your shoulder as he starts to grind you down onto his thigh. Little whimpers leaving you, which made him growl out and bump his thigh back into you.

“You know what you’re doing don’t you slut” he growls out, his hand coming up to wrap around your throat. Adding pressure but not enough so it’s uncomfortable. You nod your head the best you can, pathetically whining at him to go faster. Feeling the knot in your tummy tighten.

“I think I need to be punished sir” you choke out, your hands gripping at his skin at the pressure building.

“I think you can wait til after dinner”

[artnerd1123]

A Familiar World

Shopping Day (pt 1)   ——————————————-

With her newly acquired shopping responsibilities, Seraph hits the town to buy what’s needed. Though the task is daunting, Seraph is optimistic and determined to do a good job! She even meets a few friends. The only trouble comes when her budget of time and energy starts running out... 

The masterpost for AFW can be found here. The chapter post for AFW can be found here.

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so this is a two parter, but it’ll have a chapter in the middle! I’m actually really surprised at how quick I finished this, but, nevertheless, here’s another installment for ser n evangel! with bonus appearance by an old oc- brownie points if u recognize them :>

The first shopping day was like any other. Outside was warm, the fading heat of summer chasing fall’s heels. The sun was bright. The town was bustling. What birds were left in the trees sang along with the sirens’ autumn songs. It was a beautiful September afternoon. And a certain familiar was doing her best to remember where the shop was. It wasn’t that Seraph hadn’t explored the town with mama! They’d been living there almost a year now. She just didn’t go out on her own very often. Which was ok!!! She just had to ask the people she passed where to go, and they’d tell her. She was a friendly little hybrid. People here were nice. So, the shop came into view soon enough. Seraph pushed open the door as best she could, the bell jangling to signal her arrival. She practically skipped inside, eyes wide. One hoof clutched her grocery list tight. The other held a pouch of gold slung over one shoulder. She held it in place with her wings. Looking around, she did her best to take in the shop. The store clerk sat at the counter. They were a weathered individual, a shock of brilliant green hair laced through with stripes of white. Their grassy gaze moved about the shop with an air of practiced ease- one long used to looking after their home. The clerk glanced up with a smile when the bell rang… only for their grin to falter when nobody caught their gaze. Seraph watched them blink for a second, face flushing. Ah, right. She was a lot smaller than the normal customers. Should she have announced herself? “Er… down here,” she said sheepishly. The clerk’s gaze drifted down, and they blinked again. Seraph gave them a little wave as they recovered. “Oh! Oh, hello there, little one,” they replied, a bemused smile on their face. It seemed her earlier guess was right. At least they were still smiling at her! “Are you looking for someone?” “Nope! I’m by myself,” Seraph chirped confidently. “I’m here to get the groceries for my mama!” “Ah, a pickup?” The clerk asked. They nodded towards a couple baskets sitting on the counter, their little labels written in neat handwriting. Seraph tilted her head in thought. She didn’t think Evangel wrote ahead for groceries… that’s what her list was for, right? “Well, if me picking food from the shelves counts, yes,” Seraph joked. The clerk chuckled softly. The sound made her smile. She liked that sound, it was a good sound. A happy sound. “I guess that could count,” the clerk mused, “but it’s not quite the same.” Looking her over, they set their head on one hand. Seraph was doing some looking of her own- it wasn’t often she came to the shop. She wondered if mama would let her grab some cookies… she wasn’t here, so it would be ok if she bought some on her own, right? Maybe? Hmm… maybe she should’ve asked… “Is this your first errand, little one?” The clerk spoke up. Seraph jumped a little, bleating in surprise. “How did you know???” Seraph gasped. “I had a hunch,” the clerk winked. “If you need any help, just give me a holler and I’ll be right over.” “Thank you so much!!! I’ll keep that in mind!!!” Seraph beamed. With that, the little familiar turned and skipped down the nearest aisle. She looked over her list carefully. Mama trusted her with this. She’d written it very carefully. There was no way she’d let her down. She had this in the bag! The familiar trotted over to a shelf of cereal happily. Her eyes carefully searched the shelf for the oat cereal mama took a grudging shine to. This is perfect! She thought, still searching. Now all that’s between me and home is gathering the- Wait a minute. Was… was the oat cereal on the… top... shelf…? … groceries… oh dear… “... hey, um, clerk?” Seraph called nervously. She waited a minute, and didn’t hear a reply. Maybe she was too quiet. Or maybe she wasn’t supposed to be disturbing them? But… she had to try something. Mama was counting on her. She trotted back to the mouth of the aisle, coins jingling in her pouch. The clerk was lazily eyeing the door, still leaning on the counter. “Excuse me… um…” she cleared her throat. The clerk glanced up, straightening a bit as they located the voice’s source. “Ah, you’re back,” they hummed. “Can I help you, little one?” “Yes please, if that’s ok, Mx. Clerk,” Seraph said meekly. Her wings shifted to hug her shoulders, braced for a scolding. “I… um... forgot I’m not tall enough to reach a lot of the shelves yet…” However, the scolding never came. “That’s ok! Fetching things off shelves is my specialty,” the clerk smiled. Their cheer was a surprise, but Seraph was instantly relieved. “I’ll grab a basket, and we’ll go grab what’s on the list, ok?” “Ok!!! Thank you so so much!!! I-I really appreciate it!” “Not a problem, little one. Not a problem.”

When she arrived home, giant basket in hand, Evangel’s joy was instantaneous. Seraph beamed, happily helping put things away as Evangel chattered about how much work she’d gotten done, and how happy she was that Seraph managed the shopping. When she methodically checked the purchases, she only complained a few times- that the cereal was too plain, and the familiar forgot to get some tool she didn’t remember mama saying she wanted. But!!! Everything else was there!!! So it was good enough, right? Evangel even told her she’d “done well.” That had to mean something. Mama’s praise was like music to the little familiar’s ears. Maybe shopping day wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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The fourth shopping trip came sooner than Seraph would have liked. Usually, mama went grocery shopping once every week. She’d decided to stick to the same schedule. After all, mama knew what she was doing. Or… so she hoped. But it was barely even three weeks later, and she was toddling to the store for the second time that week. You just run out of everything fast when someone tiny does your shopping. The clerk was a big help, as they always were. Grocery shopping was a lot more fun with a friend. Especially one who was so funny! She and the clerk  had started playing games and making puns while they collected the things on her list. She liked hanging out with them. Plus, they teleported the groceries right home for her! Free of charge! She promised them she’d start carrying the basket home when she was big enough. No matter how many times she promised, the clerk just smiled at her, giving her a pat and a mint from the bowl on the counter. Yes, she liked the clerk. But the clerk wasn’t the only one she was out to see. Mama had trusted her with another important errand. Mama said she needed to find the musician’s shop. There was a music box being sold there, and mama wanted it. She just hadn’t had the time to go get it! Seraph could understand that- their little tailor’s shop was getting more business now that the weather was cooling down. Lots of people needed new winter clothes or old cloaks mended. Mama was busy. And mama needed something to help calm her down. Music could definitely do that. At least, it helped for the familiar. Seraph wove between the legs of passerby on the street, squeaking out little apologies as she eyed the tall shop signs. Music store, music store… where had mama said it was? A bit farther down from the grocery store, if I remember right, she thought to herself. Sure enough, a sign for “musician’s oasis” sat proudly along the road. Seraph sighed in relief, quickening her pace to reach it. The sign was pretty well kept, and very nicely polished, with interesting little symbols all over it. If memory served, the symbols were music notes. She’d seen them next to illustrations of sirens in her library books. The thought of being somewhere with song excited her beyond words. Turning to the door, she waited until the entry cleared before wiggling into the shop. A peal of bells and strum of strings signalled her arrival, making the little familiar jump in surprise. “O-oh-! Oh dear-” she sputtered. Her wings huddled around her shoulders protectively. Where had that sound come from??? She looked around timidly for the source. … though… it was all but forgotten as she took in the space around her. Seraph’s eyes were like sparkling gems as she glanced around the shop. It was full of nothing but shining metal, masterfully carved wood, expertly pulled strings, and all manner of beautifully strange contraptions. A word sprang to mind- instruments. Her books and their pictures told her they were for making music. Just like the sirens she went to the cliffs to hear. Her ears flicked forward eagerly, claws clicking on the wooden floor as she moved further into the shop. Sure enough, she could hear some sort of rhythm coming from somewhere among the instruments. Music. Not the same as the sirens, but familiar nonetheless. She had to see what was making it! She had to! It didn’t take her long to find the source. It was some sort of stringed instrument. Like a bow and arrow, but with a dozen strings instead of just one. A harp, if her books were right. One of the things the angels on the pages played often. It looked as if invisible fingers plucked the gilded strings. The sight was utterly fascinating. But not nearly as much as the music. It was gentle and soothing, like listening to ripples in a pond. Seraph was utterly transfixed. So, this is where it came from. Those soft melodies she heard when she was half asleep in the morning… the ones that came from down the street instead of from the sea… Oh, how lovely… “Did you need something, sweetheart?” At once, seraph snapped out of her thoughts. Her head jerked up at the sudden voice. A stout woman with long, curly blonde hair stood before her. She had a big witch’s hat on her head, and a comfortable looking dress, half hidden by an apron. Despite her kind blue eyes, Seraph felt her stomach drop. Oh no- oh no- mama told her not to go poking around places! Her face flushed, and she squeaked as she scrambled for words. “U-um- maybe- i- s-sorry, was I not supposed to be back here-?” She stuttered, wringing her hooves. “I-I can go back to the front, s-sorry, I didn’t mean to-” “Hey, hey, it’s ok little one,” The woman broke in gently, holding up a hand. “You’re welcome to wander anywhere in here, hon. It’s alright.” “R… really…?” Seraph mumbled. “Yes, really,” the woman smiled. Carefully, she crouched down to the familiar’s level. “You just looked a little lost. Are you here alone?” “Y… yeah… I am,” Seraph replied shyly. “I’m running errands for my mama...” “Ahh, you must be the little Sanyi familiar!” the woman beamed. “I’ve seen you around in the tailor shop windows. It’s nice to meet you, dear.” “O-oh! Er- thank you!” seraph squeaked. Her? She was glad to meet her? She… didn’t know what to think of that. She twittered shyly to herself, kicking at the floor. “E-ehehe… thank you…” “Of course, dear,” the woman hummed. “Oh- where are my manners! I’m Sadie, dear. I’m the shopkeeper.” “It’s nice to meet you, miss sadie!” Seraph chirped. She did a little curtsey, her eagerness slowly trickling back in. “Do you run this whole place by yourself…? It’s so lovely in here!” “Well, thank you, dear!” Sadie laughed. “I run this shop with my husband. Usually he’d be here with me, but… well…” She chuckled softly. “Someone needs to watch the baby.” “The baby?” Seraph gasped softly, eyes wide. She was still a kid herself, but the prospect of a playmate excited her! Or just another little one. She had such a soft spot for the little ones. “Ah, you might see her one of these days, if you come by again,” Sadie said. “She’s napping now, I’m afraid. But! While you’re here, was there something your mama wanted you to fetch?” “Aww… ok…” Seraph sighed. “A-and! Um! Yes, sort of! Mama sent me to buy a music box!” “Oh, she did?” Sadie asked, looking surprised. A flash of confusion passed in her gaze, and seraph shifted nervously. “Is, um, n-now not a good time…?” she asked meekly. “Ah- no, that’s not it, sweetheart,” Sadie soothed, giving her head a little shake. “I’ve just never seen a familiar your age doing more than quick fetch quests.” “Mama says I’m old enough to help with the shopping,!” Seraph reported proudly, wings fluttering. “I like to help, and she trusts me!” “Hmm… fair enough,” Sadie replied hesitantly. She heaved herself back upright before Seraph had time to share her unexpected worry. “What sort of music box did she want, dear?” “O-oh! She wanted the one with the gold embellishments, and the dancer in the middle!” Seraph chirped. “The shiny one in the window!!!” “Ooh, a good choice! Let’s see- I believe it’s back this way, we had to move it off display to polish it…” Seraph bounced after Sadie happily, her worries forgotten. The shop’s gentle melodies drowned out any concern or memories of Sadie’s hesitation. After all, she was on a trip for mama. And mama sent her somewhere amazing. Surely it all worked out, right?

When Seraph returned home, mama was still swamped with work. She gave her a quick bit of praise- “ah, yes, the groceries, very good- could you put the music box on my desk, doll? And do make sure you put everything away right this week, especially the frozen things, it was all disgusting last week-” before getting right back to her sewing. Seraph would’ve been a little put out if she hadn’t just come from the music store. The melodies were still floating around in her head… painting lovely pictures in her mind… It was enough to keep her going even as she put away the groceries on her own.

~~~

The eighth shopping trip came the week before an important day. Well, important to seraph. It was October again. Today was the tenth. In three days, she’d officially be a year old. The thought excited her a lot!!! She’d heard from Sadie’s familiar, foffee, that birthdays usually meant growth and change for a familiar. Nothing incredibly drastic- at least not after your first few years. Seraph was hoping it gave her some height. It would be nice to be a bit taller. It meant she could help more. Plus, she’d seen birthday parties before! It would be so fun if she had one!!! She bet her mama was planning it. Party plans had to be somewhere among all those papers and notes on her desk. Why else would she be so flippant and want Seraph to stay away from them? Why else would she keep asking for her to go elsewhere and leave her be? It had to be a plan. Even if it was just something simple. Like sweets for breakfast, or a trip to the music shop. Oh, she couldn’t wait!!! Her heart was full as she bounced down the street. Groceries were first, as per usual. The thought of being able to carry her own basket soon made her so excited. She told the clerk as much when she entered. They were as delighted as she was! The two bantered with their usual puns before they parted ways. On her way out, the clerk gave her an early birthday cookie and a promise of discount sweets after her big day. After that, she skipped down to the fabric stall in the marketplace- they had some sort of new silk that mama really wanted. Every stall was filled with a merchant today. Plenty of people were out shopping. The cliffs were close, and the sirens’ final fall songs laced through the buzz of marketplace chatter. With all the bright colors, smiling faces, and upbeat energy, Seraph felt like she was floating on a cloud. Oh, she wondered if mama had gotten her a gift… each stall full of toys and pretty dresses made her beam in anticipation… Finding the silk was easy enough. The stall was full of people looking for just the right patch of fabric, or the new material for a cloak. Seraph snuck her way into the crowd. Her two feet of height was useful at the moment- she could get into all manner of places easily. Now, where did it go… she wondered, eyes searching the fabrics laid out on tables. Her eyes caught on the brilliant white silk after a moment or two. A happy bleat bubbled from her as she bounced over, tail wagging and wings fluttering. Perfect!!! It was perfect!!! Just what mama asked her to get! She reached for it carefully, little hooves only pausing when she realized she didn’t know how best to carry what she needed to the merchant. She frowned in thought, foot tapping on the ground. She was so deep in her planning that she didn’t notice someone come up behind her. “Need some help?” a voice asked. Seraph perked up instantly, a grin rising to her cheeks. “Sadie!!! Hi!!!” seraph chirped, waving a hoof. “That would be nice, thank you!!! What brings you out today?” “It’s no problem, dear!” Sadie replied, gathering some silk into her arms. She continued as Seraph told her how much to take. “I’m looking for something soft I can use to make a new onesie. Molly Lily’s outgrowing all her comfortable onesies, so I need to whip up a few new ones.” “Aww, that’s fair! I bet they’ll be so cute!!!” Seraph giggled. “Better make it something she can move in, too!” “Oh, of course,” Sadie laughed, starting towards the merchant. Seraph followed, making sure none of the silk spilled from Sadie’s arms. “You know my girl likes to move.” “She really does! I always like seeing her!” Seraph hummed happily. “Well, you could come by and say hello today, if you’d like,” Sadie offered. “I know your birthday is in a few days, but we do already have a bit of baking done in preparation…” “Really???” Seraph gasped excitedly. “Yes, really,” Sadie chuckled. She set the silk down on the counter, calling the merchant over. Seraph held up her hands for a boost- Sadie gladly gave it to her. The two made sure the silk was paid for and teleported home before the conversation resumed. “If you’re done with your errands, you can come by the shop to say hello and grab a snack!” Sadie continued. “We’ve made plenty of cupcakes, and Molly Lily’s already had her nap. I’m sure she and foffee would love to see you!” “That sounds so good!!!” Seraph beamed. She thought it over for a minute. She was done with her shopping, right? Groceries, silk… she’d gotten the week’s candles earlier, and the mail, too… Right, yeah. That was everything. It was all at home now, too. Surely mama could put things away herself. And mama didn’t say she needed her at the shop today. So… it should be ok if she went with Sadie for a little. She bet mama would be fine with it. The familiar gave a decisive nod, wings flapping eagerly. “Yeah, let’s go!!! It’s playtime!!!”

When seraph wandered back home, it was around dinnertime. Before the time she usually ate with Evangel, of course! She didn’t want to miss that. Though she’d stayed out longer than she’d wanted, the little familiar was still happy. Her tummy was full of cupcakes, her ears full of laughter, and her mind full of playful memories, stories, and more of that lovely music. She wondered if mama would let her bake cupcakes at home. It sounded like so much fun! She’d ask once she went inside. Or, at least… she meant to. She didn’t have the chance to say much of anything the moment she stepped in the door. Evangel stood right in front of it, hands on her hips, her face twisted into a distressed grimace. It was a look Seraph didn’t see often. But she knew exactly what it meant. Oh no. Oh no. She’d really messed up, hadn’t she? “Seraph! Where have you been?!” Evangel demanded. “I’ve been waiting for you for hours!” “I-I- I just w-went to the neighbor’s house-” Seraph mumbled, quailing under Evangel’s accusing glare. “You should have come back to the shop, not gone somewhere else!” Evangel broke in with a scoff. “Half the frozen food has spoiled because I haven’t had time to put it away! Not to mention the silk is horribly wrinkled!” “I- I’m sorry mama- I- I didn’t mean t-to-” Seraph whimpered. She could feel herself tearing up. She’d really really messed up. “I p-promise I’ll come right back home n-next time-” “I would hope so. What kind of familiar leaves their mother to fend for herself?” evangel sighed. Her look of lament shifted to one of discomfort as she noticed Seraph’s tears. “... oh… and now I’ve upset you…” “M-mama-” Seraph said hastily, scrubbing away her tears. “Wait- I-it’s not your fault, I’m the one w-who was late- I was j-just- I lost track of time when we were playing-” “I guess I can understand why you’d want to go somewhere else, then. I’m upsetting and I’m not fun,” Evangel sulked. Heaving a long sigh, she turned towards the steps. “I’m so sorry I’m not enough for you, Seraph.” “Mama, that’s- that’s not what I mean!” Seraph cried, running over and hugging her leg. “You’re so so good mama! I-I just lost track of time! I’m sorry, I won’t be late again! I’ll be good, really!” “... mmm…” “I promise, mama. I won’t leave you.” “... ok, Seraph. If you say so.” Evangel was still for a moment more before she reached down. She scooped seraph into her arms. She held her close, bouncing her with all the gentleness of a precious porcelain figure. “I won’t leave you either, doll. Not once. I was just worried for you, and for the shop. You know I love you,” Evangel soothed. “I… I know mama…” Seraph sniffed, taking some deep breaths. “I love you too…” She snuggled close to her mama, sighing softly. She promised herself she’d be better about times. There was no need to worry mama like that. Not again. “How about we put away those groceries, hm?” Evangel asked. “We can read a book afterwards, if you’d like.” “A book?” “Whatever book you’d like off the shelf.” Seraph gave Evangel a small smile. “That sounds great, mama. Thank you.” “There’s my happy little doll...”

~~~

The ninth shopping trip came late. Seraph meant to go out on the fourteenth. She’d marked it on the calendar. She’d gotten a list ready. She’d chosen an outfit. Everything in her wanted to go. But when her birthday came the day before, mama hadn’t said anything. Instead, the two had worked. All day. Stocking the shop, helping customers, organizing orders- even manning the register while Evangel slipped out for some emergency frozen dinner food. Seraph fell asleep curled around the music box from Sadie’s shop during the evening rush. Mama gave her a scolding, and sent her to bed early, because she was tired. When she woke up in the morning, she didn’t feel right. She was drowsy. Sluggish. She felt as ravenous as a wolf, and as sleepy as a sloth. Evangel just left her upstairs with a box of old swan feather boas, dyed wool, and scraps of gold trim. She muttered something about how familiars get all droopy after their birthdays, and how she hoped seraph liked the feather colors, and hoped they did her some good. Seraph didn’t know what to think. When she finally managed to get her energy back up, the week was almost out. She was shaky on her feet- she hadn’t moved much. It was a little awkward trying to find something that fit, too. She’d certainly grown some in her post-birthday slumber and chow fest. She was a little under three feet tall- almost a whole foot taller than she had been earlier. Getting used to it was… challenging. But mama needed her to go out. There were so, so many errands that needed done. She was a year old now. She couldn’t let mama down.

The twentieth was the day she went out. The clerk asked her out her birthday went. She just gave them a smile, said it was ok. She did her best to joke around. The clerk didn’t need to know she was tired. She needed to do this. For mama. The marketplace was full again. She had a lot of stalls to go to. Each merchant was kind, but she barely processed their words. Her smiles were like glass, and her gaze as warm as a forgotten blanket. Everything she couldn’t carry she had them teleport home. The rest was in her arms. Carefully, gently, she carried the basket of groceries, the fabrics, the paper, the pens, the tightly sealed ink bottles, and two new books. All of it for mama. All of it going home. When she got there, mama only spared her a glance. A nod. And a sentence, to tell her to put it all away, and that she’d done well. Seraph had done well. Tired as she was, she tried her best to cling to that sentence. She clung to it like a moth to a lamp, or moss to a rock. She didn’t let it go through all the organizing and assisting. She didn’t let it go as she went to bed that night. Mama told her she’d done well.

That should be enough for the familiar.

[notalwaysthevillian]

Shattering Stereotypes

Warnings: Talk of illness, anxiety, food mention, kissing, implied making out, swearing

Pairings: Romantic Moxiety, Remile, and Logince

Word Count: ~1.8k

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Chapter 15

It took a few days for the illness to run its course, but Logan was back in school by Thursday. The most worrying part of being sick was figuring out what homework he missed.

“Logan, you’re back!”

The excitement on Roman’s face made Logan smile. “I’m no longer dying.”

“Yeah, the flu sucks. I remember when I had it last year, I missed almost a week of school.” As he spoke, Roman reached into his backpack. “The coach was understanding, but Toby was so pissed that I’d missed a game. By the way, I talked to the teachers and got your homework situation all sorted out. Well, Patton talked to the French teacher since I’m not in that class.”

A stack of papers was thrust in Logan’s direction. He took them and sat down, praying that his blush wouldn’t be too noticable. “Um, thank you.”

“No problem!” Roman shot him a smile. “Our project is due next week, so I think we should finish it up over the weekend and start rehearsing.”

Logan nodded, still a little shocked that Roman had gone to so much trouble. “Sure.”

It felt as though Logan had barely blinked before it was the weekend. Friday night was fairly tame, but Roman would be coming over and staying over all day Saturday. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to function when his crush would be acting the part of the prince to his tutor, acting as though they were in love.

He relayed this to Virgil and Remy that morning. Normally it would’ve gone to the group chat, but Patton had recently added Roman.

Stormcloud: Just take some deep breaths and relax.

Sandman: See if you can work a kiss into the script

Stormcloud: Dude, that’s not helping!

Sandman is typing…

Sandman is typing…

Stormcloud: I think Emile got a hold of him.

Logan rolled his eyes, knowing that if Emile was over it would be quite some time before he got a response from Remy.

Smarty Pants: Thank you for the advice, Virgil.

Stormcloud: Anytime.

Stormcloud: Patton says “You got this”

Smarty Pants: Thank you both.

The doorbell rang, nearly making Logan drop his phone. He gathered his wits before heading downstairs, seeing that Thomas had grabbed the door already. Roman looked up, grinning.

“Morning!”

Logan couldn’t help but return the smile. “Morning.”

“Your dad and I are going out for lunch.” Thomas said as Roman came in, setting his stuff on the floor by the couch. “Don’t burn the house down.”

“I think we have to worry about you burning the house down, love.” Preston laughed at the mock hurt on Thomas’s face. “Nice to see you Roman.”

“You too, Mr. Sanders.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Preston called as he and Thomas headed out the door.

Logan rolled his eyes. “Honestly that doesn’t mean much. I’ve heard too many stories about his wild teenage years.”

The familiar noise of Roman laughing helped calm Logan’s nerves. They were just a couple of friends working on a project. That’s all.

“So I thought we could take an hour or so just making sure we know the lines before we move on to blocking.” As he spoke, Roman handed slid a folder over. “Here’s your stuff that I borrowed.”

“Thanks.” Logan flipped it open, pulling out his script. “From the top?”

For the next hour, the two of them simply worked on lines. It was a lot easier to pretend you weren’t head over heels for your acting partner when you were hardly looking at each other.

“Okay, are you ready to try some blocking?”

Before Logan could answer, his stomach growled.

Holding back a laugh, Roman said, “Or we could eat some lunch.”

“I don’t think we have much in the fridge.” Checking the appliance, Logan let out a sigh. “Our options are sandwiches or ordering in.”

“Sandwiches are fine!” Joining Logan in the kitchen, Roman reached over his shoulder and grabbed some lunchmeat. “I make a mean sandwich.”

“I’m not forcing you to make me a sandwich.”

“It’s not forcing me when I offer, Lo.” Roman’s breath tickled Logan’s ear.

He managed to suppress a shudder, grabbing a few condiments. “At least let me help.”

“Nope!” Roman said, popping the ‘p’. He spun Logan around, forcing him onto a stool. “Stay.”

Ignoring the goosebumps on his arms, Logan nodded. He watched as Roman moved seamlessly around the kitchen, knowing exactly where everything was. Apparently he’d been over far more often than Logan had thought.

After a few minutes, Roman slid a plate over. “Tell me what you think.”

Logan took a bite, eyes widening slightly at the burst of flavors in his mouth. “That’s a mean sandwich.”

By the time they got back to their project, Logan’s nerves were nearly gone. They got into their final places quite easily, Logan standing over Roman’s shoulder as he pretended to work on some writing.

“I simply do not understand this.” Roman started, projecting his voice with ease. “How do you make it look so easy, advisor?”

“We are behind closed doors, Prince Roman.” As Logan spoke he moved closer to Roman, as though he was checking the work. “There is no need to use my title.”

“I must request the same of you.”

“Very well.” There was a beat of silence as Logan picked up the paper. “There is no need to request my assistance, Roman. This letter will be well received by your betrothed.”

“Perhaps I wish the opposite.” Roman slid out of his chair, gently taking Logan’s hands. “I do not wish to be betrothed to this other prince.”

“Then who do you wish to be betrothed to?”

“You.”

“Wow, a lot happened while we were gone.”

Logan ripped his hands from Roman’s, turning toward his dads. “It’s for our project!”

“You’re doing an excellent job.” Thomas said, trying to tug Preston away from their blushing son.

“Yeah, it looks realistic!”

Thomas dragged Preston off to their room, the door shutting behind them.

“We must be doing a great job if they thought it looked realistic.”

Logan turned to apologize for Preston, breath catching when he realized that Roman hadn’t moved an inch. Their arms brushed before Logan put his behind his back.

“I guess so. Acting has never been my strong suit, so that’s a good thing.”

“At least they waited for us to finish.” Roman moved to his first position. “Let’s run it again.”

The rest of the afternoon flew by, with Logan unable to keep himself from blushing whenever his dads walked by. Preston threw him a wink every time, while Thomas pretended to not be watching.

Around three, Roman stretched out his back. “I think we’re good. Monday will be a breeze.”

Logan walked him to the door, seeing that his mom was already in the driveway. “When did you text her?”

“Right before our last run through.” Roman gave him a smile. “Thanks for having me over.”

“Thanks for coming over.”

“See you Monday!”

Once Roman was gone, Logan proceeded to immediately fall onto the couch and bury his face into a pillow.

He was too gay for this.

Monday morning, he had managed to squash his nerves in order to eat breakfast. Thomas drove him to school, wishing him luck before he drove off to work.

“Nervous?” Roman whispered once Logan was settled at his desk.

Logan nodded, noticing his hands were shaking. “A little.”

“Just ignore everyone else. Focus on me.”

“Okay, yeah. I can - I can do that.”

The bell rang and Mx. Stokes started class. Once they’d gone through their opening remarks, they waved a hand. “Roman, Logan? I believe you were the first to go today.”

The two of them moved to their places, performing their parts flawlessly.

As they neared the end, Logan realized that Roman was much closer than he should’ve been. “Then who do you wish to be betrothed to?”

“You.” Roman leaned closer as he spoke, their noses brushing together.

Panicking, Logan broke away from him. He registered Roman’s concerned look before he was darting out of the classroom. He found his way to the alcove under the stairs. Tears blurred his vision as he curled up into a little ball, hoping that nobody passing by would find him.

“Lo?”

Glancing up, Logan could make out Roman’s face through his tears. He took his glasses off, wiping at his eyes.

He felt Roman sit next to him. “I need to tell you something.”

Vision clearer, Logan turned to look at his friend.

Roman held up an all too familiar note, causing Logan’s blood to run cold. “When I grabbed your folder when you were sick, I found this. I thought it was extra notes or something...I didn’t know...”

“Roman -”

“I like you too.”

Hearing the windows error noise in his mind, all Logan could respond with was a whispered, “What?!”

“I didn’t realize it at first.” Blood rushed to Roman’s cheeks as he spoke. “I mean, I knew I liked boys, but I didn’t think that sassy nerds were my type. But then we got paired for the project and we spent all this time together and...I couldn’t help but fall for you. Which is something I figured out while you were sick, so it’s pretty recent, but...Lo will you go out with me?”

Logan stared at Roman before pinching himself. “This isn’t some mean prank, right?”

“God, no!” Roman got to his feet, pulling Logan up with him and intertwining their fingers. “I swear on Dahlia’s life that this is real.”

“In that case, yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes!”

If Logan thought that Roman looked good smiling before, he had been wrong. Roman was positively radiant as he beamed down at him. “I know we started dating two seconds ago, but can I kiss you?”

Instead of answering, Logan tugged hard on Roman’s jacket, finally pressing their lips together.

After a few minutes, they heard an “ahem.”

Blushing hard, Logan pulled back. His red cheeks only got redder when he noticed it was Mx. Stokes standing there, one eyebrow raised.

“I’m not going to give you detention, but please refrain from making out on school grounds. At least, not where teachers can find you.” Their tone was exasperated, but there was a bit of a twinkle in their eye. “But excellent job on your project. Full marks across the board.”

“Thank you.” Logan managed to squeak out, acutely aware of the fact that Roman’s arms were still wrapped around him.

“Now please come back to class.”

They followed them back to class, Logan wanting to die on the spot when his classmates cheered at their joined hands.

“Aren’t you friends with the gossip queen?” Roman teased as the next group started their performance.

“Oh fuck.”

[k-llama-llama]

Exposed

Monsta X AU: 8th member

Zoey x Monsta X

The beginning of Zoey’s decent...(duh duh duhhnnnn)

A/N: I know that this is a real issue that idols go through, and I never want to make fun of it. It will be an arc explored over two or three stories. I planned it before everything with MX went down, and I’ve decided to just stick with it. I won’t say enjoy...but i hope you like it. ALSO FYI check out my patreon (patreon.com/kllamallama for exclusive posts!)

Requests are CLOSED…but your feedback is still super important to me.

Masterlist and other Follow Me links in bio!

“Zo, do you want any of this pizza?” Kihyun called from the kitchen.

The girl in question looked up from her spot on the couch. “No, thanks. I’m not hungry.”

Hyungwon, who was currently serving as her footrest, patted her leg. “You haven’t eaten today, you sure?”

Zoey shrugged. “I haven’t done anything to make myself hungry.”

Hyungwon sighed, and Zoey didn’t miss the look he shot to Kihyun. They were all getting concerned about her lack of enthusiasm, and it was beginning to make them worried.

“What do you want to watch?” He changed the subject. “I’m sick of variety shows.”

Zoey thought for a moment. “There’s nothing good on. Want to watch a drama?”

“Sure, I’ll find one. Do you think-”

“ZOEY!” Shownu’s voice carried through the apartment, everyone turning as he stormed down the hall and into the living room. Kihyun came out of the kitchen, and the other boys emerged from their rooms, curious as to what would make their leader yell. Even Zoey sat up in concern, as he marched straight for her.

“Oppa?” She tilted her head. “Is something wrong?”

“You tell me.” He practically shoved his phone in her face. “Tell me this isn’t what I think it is.���

Zoey read the message on the screen, clicking on the attachment and swallowing. “I...I don’t understand.”

“What are you talking about?” Kihyun grabbed the phone, his mouth falling open. “Who sent this?”

Shownu crossed his arms. “Our manager. Apparently they got a call from a journalist, giving them a heads up that this is leaking first thing tomorrow morning.”

“What is it?” Jooheon peeked over his shoulder. “Why is there a picture of - Oh my god.”

Zoey felt her heart sinking as she lunged for the phone. “Stop looking at it!”

“How can we, Zo? The whole freaking world is going to see this tomorrow.” Shownu insisted. “Is it real?”

“Someone tell me what it is?” Hyungwon grabbed the phone. “Oh, wow.”

“Zoey.” Shownu looked her in the eye. “Is there anyway that those are real?”

“I..I...” She stared at the pictures. “They...they might be.”

Shownu swallowed. “Tell me you aren’t that stupid.”

“Hyung.” Kihyun warned.

“What? Think of all the shit that’s happening right now. You were stupid enough to take nudes of yourself?”

“What?” Changkyun grabbed the phone.

“Stop looking at it!” Zoey jumped up and grabbed the phone, slamming it down onto the coffee table. “Please, just...just stop!”

“Let’s focus on the problem here.” Hyungwon tried to be rational. “What did the person tell Starship?”

“They were just giving them a heads up that the pictures will leak tomorrow. The company is trying to stop it, but it’s already kind of too late.” Shownu answered. “Tomorrow morning, Zoey’s pictures are going to be everywhere.”

Zoey sat down on the couch with a thud.

“Zo, I’m not...” Kihyun swallowed. “I don’t care that you took the pictures. But how would they get out?”

“Did you send them to anyone?” Minhyuk asked.

Zoey hung her head in her hands. 

“Zoey!” Shownu demanded. “Who has these pictures.”

“Just...just Seungcheol.” She said quietly. She felt like she was spiralling. This was all too much. She couldn’t understand what was happening. How it was happening. “But...he wouldn’t have. I know he wouldn’t.” She looked up at Shownu, her eyes begging him to help her.

He clenched his jaw. “He must have. But...Zo...you have to know what this is going to do.”

“It’s not my fault!” She stood up. “I don’t know how they got the pictures. You said the company was trying to stop it! This doesn’t mean that-”

“You were stupid enough to take them!” He shouted, startling her so much that she took a step back. “So yes...it’s a little bit your fault.”

“Hyung!” Changkyun interrupted him. “No, Zo, it isn’t. This could’ve happened to any of us. We’ll figure it out, it’ll-”

“Don’t say it’ll be okay.” Shownu glared at him, snatching his phone off the table. “I’m going now.”

“Where are you going?” Zoey demanded.

“Where do you think?” He grabbed his phone. “To find out who leaked your pictures. Starting with your ex.”

“You can’t.” She grabbed his wrist. “I know he didn’t. He wouldn’t.”

“Zoey,” He pulled her hand off of him. “He did. Because there’s no other way those pictures got out.”

There was silence in the room as Zoey processed what he said. 

“Please.” She said quietly.

Shownu turned away, grabbing his coat.

“I’m coming with you!” Kihyun hurried after him.

Zoey didn’t move as the door slammed behind them. She felt like the world was moving a thousand miles an hour, and she was trying to hang on. But suddenly it felt like too much, like everything was pressing in on her because this was her fault and she was going to tear their group apart even more because she was so stupid and-

“Zo, he’s just worried.” Jooheon placed a hand on her shoulder. “It’s going to be okay.”

Zoey just shook her head. “I did this.”

“It’ll be alright. I think that-”

Zoey didn’t even stay long enough to let Hyungwon finish. “I...I need some air.”

She grabbed a coat off the rack, not caring that it was Minhyuk’s, and hurried out the door, slamming it behind her.

“We need to go after her.” Hyungwon stood from the couch. “She’s still in her slippers.”

“Give her a minute.” Jooheon advised. “What do you think, Changkyun?”

Changkyun swallowed. “It’s Zoey. She...she might just need to think it out.”

They all looked at her shoes, still sitting by the door. They weren’t dealing with a normal Zoey.

~Time Break~

Zoey hurried down the street. Her feet were freezing, hair whipping in the wind as she ran as far as she could from the apartment. She couldn’t be there. Couldn’t listen to them worry about her when this was all her fault.

Something in the window of a shop caught her eye. The soju poster was backlit by dim lights, but it was enough to tempt her towards the door. Her hands slipped into the pockets, finding Minhyuk’s wallet still inside.

She stepped into the store.

~Time Break~

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Dokyeom threw the door open. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting at eleven PM, but it wasn’t for two members of Monsta X to be waiting outside his door.

“What are you guys doing here? It’s late.”

Shownu just shoved past him. “Where is he?”

“Sorry.” Kihyun hurried after him into the apartment. Dokyeom closed the door, certain that whatever was about to happen, he didn’t want the neighbours to hear it.

Shownu was flinging open doors to bedrooms. Most of the boys were in bed, but not asleep yet, and they all stood as Shownu marched through the apartment.

Finally, he opened a room and found Seungcheol sitting on a bed with his laptop.

The leader of Seventeen removed his earbuds. “Hey guys. What are you doing here?”

Shownu lunged forward.

[cia-raines]

Wonho's Return

Where to begin. I just want to start by saying this is the only place I feel I can fully express all my thoughts without being attacked, unlike twt. So please, if anything here offends anyone or makes them upset, I'm sorry. But this is my opinion and I just feel like writing it down will bring me some personal peace right now.

So.

Wonho has returned. But not in the way I personally hoped for. I'm heartbroken to say the least. I respect his decision and am happy that he is now back in some way but as a fairly positive person, I'm struggling right now. I don't want to accept anything less than OT7 because I feel like doing so means we're letting those who caused this know that they won in some way. Monsta X is and always will be 7. I fell in love with the whole group and the music they make together. I will support Monsta X as a whole and that means all 7 members because to accept anything less to to accept a defeat for me.

I've had a hard time these last few months and maybe I had too much riding on his return to the group. Maybe I had too much hope which is why this is hitting me so hard. But Kpop used to be an escape for me and an escape from this shitty world. Kpop and MX used to be my happy place, but right now it's just a reminder of how shitty the world can be, even to the best of people and Monsta X certainly are the best.

That is what hurts the most. And now the fandom is just sitting back and accepting this. Saying we have to be OT6 now and Wonho Stan's. The problem is that I can't in my heart see them as seperate entities. And call me delulu but I will continue to have hope that one day Monsta X will be whole again because they aren't right now. And it hurts.

I wanted to see the guys make history and show that the industry can change and that the bad people can't win, but this feels like a settlement. It's the best decision not the right one. And yes, I know it's a big deal that he's back at all but there is a wound now. The fact that I cry listening to any of their music right now speaks for it self. Looking at those boys who I adore so much hurts right now. And it fucking shouldn't.

And as I said, if it makes me delusional, so be it but I won't move on from OT7. I can't. Things are odd. And don't add up. And I can't help but pay attention to all the signs and the details that we've had the last few months. Why sign under an unknown label that's still part of starship? Why not delete his content? Why be under the same international manager? I have reasons to believe Wonho will still come back to Monsta X because deep down in my heart I know it's where he belongs. Those boys love each other so much and they belong together.

That being said, I will continue to support all seven members of Monsta X in what ever they chose to do. That means Shownu, Wonho, Minhyuk, Kihyun, Hyungwon, Jooheon, and Changkyun.

If my opinion upset you in anyway, I'm sorry, but I ask that you respect it just as I respect yours.

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk💙🐰

I missed you Bunny.