#thinking about how funny it is that silver idolizes whisper and then when he finally meets her her entire bit is that she only ever whisper

[rooniearts]

Consider: Silver with hearing loss

[mejaemin]

como te quiero yo - h.js

chapter one ˖⁺‧₊˚✦

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synopsis ✿₊⊹ the relationship between rising artist joshua hong and you, popular beauty influencer, has finally come to light. this story follows you and your lover, living life happily despite whatever anyone says in the outside world.

warnings ✿₊⊹ established relationship, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of hate/criticism, this is not an idol au, allusions to breaking up, it doesn’t happen tho !!! i love love and writing this made me feel single

author's note ✿₊⊹ happy birthday to shua !!! ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ i love this man so bad its not even funny. i couldn’t put it into words even if i tried. here’s a little something to celebrate his day ♡ it’s a little sad for a birthday gift so maybe (maybe) i’ll write smth happier for a proper one ??? until now enjoy this !!!

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it’s been just under two weeks since you and joshua have publicly announced your relationship and he’s already gone offline. it took months of discussion and procrastination out of fear, but with the support of both your teams, you decided to go public. it’s been almost a year since you got together, and it only feels right to say something. not everyone was happy, but you backed the decision up with the very unapologetic fact that you both were adults, fully developed ones at that, and to say either of you to really be single at this age would be a lie.

to say that joshua’s nerves were completely under control, you’d be lying. it’s not that he’s worried about disappointing anyone (though that’s still upsetting for him to think about), it’s more about the chance of fans not accepting it. they can whine and complain all they want, but for them to do so and then additionally ignore or stop being a fan would break his heart. it was already iffy for him to do something like this so early in his career, so for him to try something like this was quite dangerous.

don’t even get him started on you. you’ve already been popular on the internet for a while, and had millions of supporters across all platforms. you were loved by many, enough to feel comfortable with sharing the news. you waited for joshua to be ready, however, out of respect. when you first got together you revealed that you were no longer single, and for his own comfortability you kept it at that. ever supportive of his feelings, you stayed patient and waited for him to be ready to reveal whatever else he wanted to.

contrary to him, you were handling it well. with lots of experience, you were able to keep calm and ignore everyone’s negative comments. there were a few times where you were upset by comments towards your relationship, but again you weren’t afraid to clap back. joshua stayed silent, still afraid of upsetting anyone, but through the many couple photos and replies on live streams, you made sure everyone knew you weren’t quitting because a few people were unhappy.

enduring the past few weeks of this is what led you to where you are now, sitting across from each other at the dinner table of your shared home in silence as you eat. joshua’s non-dominant arm is stretched across the table holding your hand, his thumb leaving comforting strokes on the back of your palm. when you look at where you’re connected, the silver bracelet matching your own glimmers under the soft lighting of your dining room.

you’re really trying your hardest to stay strong for your lover, but it’s hard when you worry so much, especially with how he has yet to let you in. this is why you stay dead silent while eating, sacrificing your regular chitchat to make sure you don’t break. however, joshua puts his fork down and speaks up, calling your name in a soft whisper.

when you look up, he continues. “do you think we’re doing the right thing?”

you’re about to ask what he means when his eyes flicker to your bracelets and back up. the tears pool on your waterline as you respond. “us? of course we are, joshua. are you really thinking what i think you are?” the hurt in your voice couldn’t be hidden even if you tried.

his eyes widen and he immediately begins shaking his head. “n- no, baby, of course not. i just.. was now the right time?” when you finally manage to clear the tears in your eyes and look at him, he’s got a troubled look in his eyes as he bites at his lip.

you let go of his hand so you can get out of your seat. walking over to stand between his legs, you cradle his face in your palms and pull his lip from his teeth with your thumb. on instinct he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your stomach. you run your finger over his bottom lip, gliding over the teeth marks and reddened spots from being bitten at. you lean down to kiss his forehead, returning to your previous position to run your fingers through his hair.

your face is so full of love, trying so hard to show him how real your feelings are. your hands caress his skin with utmost care, knowing him well enough to be sure of the fact that there’s so much doubt and anxiety in his head that needs help being removed. he’s still new to this lifestyle, and so you coddle him that much more as he makes his adjustment. unfortunately, the start of his career was not so kind to him. you can only hope it gets better.

after a few beats of silence, joshua hides his face in your stomach, and you keep quiet to continue massaging his scalp. just a minute later you feel water begin to seep through your shirt, and his body shudders as he cries silently. you pull away, kneeling in front of him.

the sight in front of you makes your heart hurt, seeing the way he’s avoiding eye contact as tears continue to run down his cheeks. you bring your hands to either side of his face, thumbs gliding across his skin gently while wiping tears away.

“oh, love…” you start. just hearing your words has his head dipping down into his hands, his emotions getting the best of him.

you get up, leading him to your shared bedroom. laying down first, you invite him into your arms before covering your bodies in the comforter. he lays there on your chest for a few moments before clearing his throat, having calmed down.

“i just.. can’t stop reading comments, and i’m-“ he pauses, taking a deep breath. you return to stroking his hair, holding him close to your chest. “i’m worried that they’re right.”

you kiss his crown. “about what?”

“they think you could do better. that you could find someone bigger than me.” he speaks softly, almost mumbling.

“that’s not true, you know that.” you’re immediately shooting the idea down, refusing to let it even become something bigger.

“but seriously. i’m an inconvenience to you. if you were with someone who was as popular as you, you’d probably get support. but everyone’s mad because i’m just some random guy.” he’s sitting up now, looking into your eyes. it’s always been a thing for him to speak with you directly about serious things.

you grab his hands, holding them tightly in your own. the little magnet attached to the end of your bracelets comes together, and you can’t help but smile at it. “you’re not just some random guy, you’re my amazing boyfriend who could never ever be an inconvenience to me. i don’t care about how popular you are, because you make me feel so happy. you’re literally everything i could ever ask for, and truthfully, i’d rather have you than anyone of my status because they’re all assholes.”

he nods, choosing to stay silent. you squeeze his hands in silent reassurance, and he does the same. you speak up once again, “you don’t inconvenience me. you make my life infinitely better, shua. please don’t listen to them, okay?”

he takes one hand away to wipe his eyes one last time before looking at you, smiling softly. “okay.” he pulls you into a hug, your heart-shaped magnets splitting, your real ones connecting in your embrace. “thank you so much darling, for everything. i’m very lucky to have you.”

you pull your head away to kiss him, soft and full of love. “of course, love. i’ll always be here for you, and we’ll survive this. i’ll make sure of it.”

he hums, not responding in favor of keeping you in his arms. you stay just like that for the rest of the night, in each other’s arms. it started out rough, but ended so much better. words of affirmation are all that were needed to begin the process of healing wounds, and it proves that you’re right. nobody is being inconvenienced, and your love runs deep enough to prove that this is only a minor road bump, and everything will smooth out in the near future.

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[alreadyblondenow]

Mark, this is how we broke up

idol!Mark Lee x reader // SMUT, FLUFF, ANGST (?) Summary: She taught him how to fuck but there’s so much more going on in their relationship. Word Count: 6k Warnings: Sex, Sex, Sex, actual sex and mentions of sex, filthy, mentions of rough sex, mentions of forced sex, emotionally unstable Mark, slightly addicted to sex, Mentions of other idols, mentions of birth control side effects, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex and protected sex, cursing, mature or at least trying to be Note: inspired by the recent breakup that I had. There’s no way that this ‘might’ be true. We all know Mark is a nice boy. If you’re not okay with any of the warning please click away.

“Ohh- Mark! Right there!”

“Right here? Hmm?” Mark puts more pressure on her clit and eventually pinches it to make her sensitive. Her legs closed and she received a juicy smack on her ass, “Why are you closing your legs? Don’t you like what I’m doing, huh?” his mouth is near her ear, every heavy breath, groan or moan from him goes directly to her ear and straight to her pussy.

With all the energy she still have, she praises Mark while he continues to fuck her senseless. Both of his hands are on the side of her head, having a full view of Mark’s ethereal visuals. Blonde sex hair flowing as he moves back and forth, his thin silver necklace dangling on his neck, his face completely contorted as he fucks her good.

Mark leans on her to suck on her boobs putting her completely on edge and is about to have a great orgasm. Mouth formed an ‘o’ shape, her hands raking Mark’s arms as she ask him to “please stop” but Mark will only stop when he wants to. Because of her high pitch moan and sharp exhales, Mark knew she had a great orgasm which feeds his pride more.

Gritting his teeth, he lifted his hips and gave her sharp quick thrusts while she’s still sensitive from her previous orgasms. “Hold on just a bit, I’m almost there” he whispers. He fucks the girl like he’s proving something, catching his own release and making the girl beneath him cry from over stimulation. He groaned a little too loud, but he doesn’t care. It’s his own damn apartment.

Removing his cock inside her throbbing hole, Mark rolls to the side and discarded the condom, throwing it to the trash near his bed. He watches the girl shiver beside him, closing her legs tight to ease the sensitivity. With one touch of Mark’s cold fingers on her shoulder, the girl let out a whine. “Relax, I’m just helping you calm down and cover your body” he said as he covers the girl with his thick blue sheets.

Head resting on the headboard with both of his hands pillowing his head, the room was cold and quiet as Mark lay beside her naked with a soft cock. “I’m a hooker but, you’re something- there’s something to the way you fuck” she started a conversation after calming down. “It’s getting late, I’ll call you a cab” he avoids the subject politely.

After the hooker left, Mark feels lonely again in his big apartment. Thinking about what the hooker told him earlier. It made him have flashbacks he didn’t want to have. He’s lonely enough right now, he can’t afford to think about you. But it’s too late. He’s now swimming to the happy memories he had with you, trying so hard not to think about how he ruined a once in a lifetime relationship and just focused on how your smile gives warmth to his heart.

“I miss you, y/n” he murmurs before he drifts into sleep, hoping to dream about you.

FOUR YEARS AGO

You’re starting your new life in Korea with a job at one of the country’s biggest company, SM Entertainment as part of NCT’s creative team specifically on fashion deparment. The job was stressful and tiring but theres nothing you could not handle, you love what you do. Working for NCT made you love the members like your own brother, all except for one member. Mark Lee.

It all started when you realised that Mark is not a boy anymore but a man who wants to gain experience with mature stuff. You and Mark eye each other during music video and vlog shoots and you both grew fondly, sneakily hold hands under the table during company dinners, texting and calling nonstop when you don’t see each other for weeks.

Mark has always been sweet to you and he’s not ashamed to show you how he feels. One time they used flowers as props for the shoot and Mark secretly put a flower near your stuff with a note, “You did well today.” He bought Starbucks drinks for all the staffs so he could give you your favorite drink freely and without hiding, “Noona, this is for you. Fighting for today.” Whenever other members are flirting with you, he will stop the members from bugging you and tell them, “Noona already has a boyfriend, don’t bother flirting” and it always makes you blush how Mark is so overprotective.

You and Mark became more than friends but less than lovers for almost half a year. And Mark’s constant want to make you feel love pushed him to ask you out officially. Taking you on private dates around Seoul, making time for you and letting the members and his manager know about your relationship.

Since you’re Mark’s first girlfriend, he’s not a perfect boyfriend. At least not yet. He always picks up a fight with you, decides recklessly when it comes to your relationship, and he’s moving so fast. “I’m just saying that if we start living together, we will fight less and we can have more time together” he said as he argues to you on the phone.

You don’t answer him because it’s useless, he will somehow get what he wants because he has the money, and you love him. Mark let out sharp exhale on the phone, “Okay I’m sorry. I’m being childish again. I’ll stop by at your apartment after dance practice. I love you”

He arrived at 11pm in your apartment with his manager. “Take care of him y/n, he has a headache. A bad one. Overworked I guess” his manager said before leaving you and Mark. Your boyfriend kiss you on the lips and greeted you, “Hi” weak and sleepy, Mark hugged you tight.

While watching him eat dinner he tells you everything about his day at work, how he’s preparing for three comebacks these past few months and he needs to finish writing four songs in two weeks. “Good thing I have you by the end of the day, right?” he said after finishing his meal. You hand him some painkillers for his headache, “Yes. Now, come to bed with me. No more working please, Mark. Even the best people in the world rest at night” realising that you’re right, he nods and let you take him to your bedroom.

“What will I do without you” he whispers to you before going to sleep with you.

The thing is, many people don’t know that Mark is actually vulnerable and emotionally unstable. Sometimes he’s not confident with his songs and he needs you to help him write because he only trusts what you say. If you say this phrase is good, or you honestly don’t like the words in this song he will take your word from it. That’s how much he depends on you. And sometimes, it puts you in a hard position because Mark is depending on you all the time is a heavy responsibility.  

It’s like he really can’t get everything done without you or without your opinion. It’s not that he doesn’t trust the other members, it just so happens that your opinion matters above anything else.

Mark may be too sweet and gentle most of the time, but he’s horny for you. Really horny. Whenever you’re alone with him in your apartment he always initiates having sex and you always say no and he respects that. You’re definitely not a virgin anymore and you have way too much experience, but Mark doesn’t. It’s not a problem of course, but you just wan’t to take it slow. Wait for the perfect time to finally have sex.

Mark being the virgin in this relationship and the one who lacks experience, he tries so hard to ruin his innocence before the day you two finally have sex. Watching tons of porn and take notes to some stuff he can do with you, working out more so he can at least look good in bed.

Sure you’ve done other stuff together, from making out wherever and whenever to giving oral to each other in the morning or before you both go to sleep. Back when Mark saw you  half naked in bed for the first time he didn’t know how to touch you, you used to teach him how to properly touch you in the way you like to be touched by your boyfriend. Now, he’s the one surprising you in bed whenever your legs are widely spread for him and his head is in between you eating your pussy like there’s no tomorrow.

After dating for nine months, Mark convinced you to live together as your birthday gift to him. “Please, you know how much I want live with you” he pout in front of you while you take his body measurements for a new stage costume. He worked hard last year and he bought himself his first own apartment and he told you he wanted to share it with you. How can you refuse that kind of offer when he’s trying so hard to be a part of your life, forever.

You moved in with Mark and you filled his apartment with happy memories, never ending laughter and giggles because he’s a funny guy. The kitchen became a learning place for him because you teach him how to cook almost everyday and he’s doing great. Peaceful mornings are both your favorite, it makes him feel like a normal person who cooks breakfast for you and waking up with his girlfriend in his arms is something not normal for an idol.

“This place is our safe place, only for us. No fan service for me, no boss for you to please. Just Mark and Y/n.”

Lately work is not giving you a hard time and so does Mark. You two always go home together, spend more time together, and finally had the perfect time to be more intimate. It’s been like this for almost a week already, It’s a Friday night and after having dinner and taking a warm bath before bed, you and Mark found each other in the middle of bed cuddling. Hands intertwined and legs all tangled up.

“What if I tell you, we could finally have sex tonight?” you asked him. Ruffling his damped hair from his hot shower.

“I’d say, ‘tsk. don’t tease me’” he said with a small smile in his face. His breath touches your cheeks because you’re too close with each other.

“No, seriously we can”

He pull away from your embrace, just a little to look at your face if you’re serious. “Scratch that, I’d say ‘what’s gotten into you?’” he dives in for a slow kiss, cupping your face with one hand while the other is still intertwined with yours.

Seeing you unbutton your sleepwear made him realise that you’re serious. He kissed you more and removes his shirt and sweat pants leaving him with only his boxer briefs. You on the other hand is exposed wearing only your white panties.

Feeling excited and a bit nervous, Mark slowly crawled in between your legs and he looks handsome than ever. It’s not your first time but you feel like a virgin again, that untouched seventeen year old. Mark smiled at you before he removes your panties, watching his own hands slide your underwear down.

He came close to you just beside your ear giggling like a little boy, “I’m nervous” he said and proceeds to kiss your neck. It seems like he knew exactly what he was doing, but you can’t blame him for being honest. “I’ll be vocal as possible” he hums in approval and continues to kiss every inch of your body.

He managed to remove his boxer briefs while licking your wet pussy, your eyes are closed and your hands are tugging his soft hair. Moaning his name whenever his tongue hits a good spot, putting more pressure and intensity bringing you to your first orgasm. Mark became really good at giving you oral you thought.

“I think you’re ready” he whispered as he grabs the condom on the drawer beside the bed. While you watch him roll the condom on his cock, your heart skipped a beat when he faced you and hold your legs open. The next thing you know, he’s slamming his dick in your pussy making you shout and jolt your hips beneath him, “Ah! Easy- baby, Im not going anywhere!”

The whole time you were having sex, he was not minding about your pleasure. He was so focused on his own sweet release and he can see that you’re not liking it but you let him continue.

Given that it’s Mark’s first time, the first round didn’t go well. “Do you want me to takeover?” you feel bad about it, but to be honest you wan’t Mark to never forget this night the night he losses his virginity. He hugs you tight while he’s on top of you feeling really ashamed of what he just did.

“There’s no need to feel shy baby. We have all night and a lot of days to have great sex. Come on, I’ll ride you” he’s still not moving and still hugging you tight, caressing your hair and enjoying your warm body beneath him.

“Okay baby, I need to breath. You’re heavy ugh-“ you tricked him and he didn’t have a choice but to pull away. You laughed and switched positions, putting your legs on both sides of his hips wetting his cock with you wet pussy. He felt your pussy raw for the first time and he loves it, holding your hips and as you slowly grind on top of him. “I got you” you leaned forward to give him a peck on on the lips.

His right arm swings to his head, as if he can’t believe what’s happening. Moaning your name so deliciously, “Oh, it feels good” he said with an airy tone. His mouth is open the whole time you were grinding on his cock, stopping himself from cumming too early. You grabbed a new condom on the drawer, and rolled it on his hard cock.

“Now put inside me” you said oh so sexily. With shaking hands, he lines his cock to your cunt and he watched how your pussy swallow his thick cock and let out a soft ‘fuck’ when it fully disappeared. You smile on top of him as you wait for yourself to get used from the stretch before moving. Both of your hands are on his chest as you watch him moan and move his head from side to side while you clench and unclench your pussy.

“I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that” he voiced out, you only let out a small chuckle.

“Try to stop cumming so early and enjoy it, Mark” you finally move your hips, grinding slowly, fucking him like how he deserves to be fucked. Mark’s hands grips on your hips so tightly the whole time you were fucking him slowly, making sure he won’t forget this moment. He’s peeking from his lashes, trying to get a look at you while you fuck him for the first time in his life.

“I’m glad you’re my first fuck” he said, trying to smile at you with hooded eyes, head rolled back to the pillows on his head and looking so fucking hot as he enjoys the pleasure you’re giving right now.

When you’ve had enough of slow fucking him, you tighten you grip on his shoulder and doubled your pace. Making you both moan each other’s name, his cock is finally making you feel good. You feel Mark’s cock twitch inside you and leaned closer to him, kissing him passionately as you bring him to edge.

To your surprise he bit your lower lip when he finally reached his climax with mouth open, eyes closed and brows furrowed. You smiled beneath him as you watch him cum and shiver, his hands still gripping both of your ass cheeks.

As he slowly open his eyes, he gave you a sweet smile and his tight grip became soft touches around your back. You flop on top of him as he caress your hair again. “How’s that for our first time?” you asked him, still weak from his orgasm.

“I still feel bad because I can’t fuck you good though” he said, but he looks happy now. You switched positions again so he could have the honour of pulling out after having a mind blowing orgasm. Slowly pulling out his dick, Mark watched your pussy stretched while he pull out. Kissing it like it’s your lips and apologising for not making you cum using his dick, on your first night having sex.

“Thank you for this. I mean, I should be the one making it special for you. But I failed and like, I really feel bad about it but like, I don’t know. Somehow it went wrong” he pulls the thick sheets to cover your naked bodies and lay beside you. Keeping you close and admiring your beautiful face.

“It’s not like you didn’t tried making me feel good, baby. You made me feel good too, I wouldn’t be wet the entire time if-“ in the middle of your explanation he put a finger on your slit and checked if you’re telling the truth and if you’re still good to go for another round. “you startled me” you said, enjoying the way his fingers move slowly.

“Want to give me a second chance?”

Without hesitation, you nod your head and kissed Mark sloppily. Mark is a fast learner, you didn’t know but the whole time you were fucking him earlier he was observing how you want things. He found out that he should take things slow, entering your tight pussy and looking directly in your eyes this time, “Mark, how did you know I’m in love with your eyes? Ah! fuck!” his hips moves slow and it feels way better than the first and second time.

The third round made Mark a little confident on fucking you, he made you moan his name, grip his shoulder, close your eyes and open your mouth as you ask for more. He was asking you how can he make you feel better even though you’re already batshit losing your mind on how good he feels inside you.

‘How fast do you want me to go? Hmm?’ ‘Baby, can I bite your nipples?’ ‘Clench all you want baby, I won’t cum before you do I promise’ ‘Want me to kiss you here? Okay’

‘What? You want another round after this? Me too’

“I love you” he whispered while thrusting with a steady pace that you specifically asked. Kissing you while he wait for a response. He chuckled and felt proud when he saw you smile and out of words. Finally, he made you cum using his dick, with a little help of his fingers putting on your clit.

Feeling so accomplished before he finally sleep after using all five condoms that he have. He hugged you tight and whispered how in love he is with you but you’re already sleeping. Kissing you good night as you don’t know how happy Mark Lee is.

After that unforgettable night, you and Mark have sex almost everyday and just as you expected he became more confident in bed and even more sexier as each day passes. Sometimes he can be a little bit more filthier and rougher in bed, like that one time when he spits on your pussy, putting back your panties on and fucked you good wearing those ruined panties.

And that one time when he was so tired from practice, he fucked you really rough that night. Skipping foreplay and slamming his hard cock inside your dry pussy, “Mark! I’m not yet ready” you said as you try pushing his body away from you but he said, “I don’t care” in the most sexiest way ever and it turned you on. He apologised later after that night and he never did it again, because he knew it was wrong. But you said you liked it and it was pretty hot.

The members noticed Mark’s glow whenever you two had a great fuck from the night before and they always tease him for not being a baby anymore. His experience with sex made him write more songs about it. About you. Which the managers loved without a doubt and because of that Mark goes home to you every night with a big smile. Tired but happy.

You stopped using condoms when you finally took birth control shots. Having sex without a condom is new to Mark but this time, everything went well. You completely can’t get enough of each other, you passed out that night from too much fucking.

During his back to back to back comebacks and preparations with NCT 127 and SuperM, you both had busy schedules and stressful days because of work. And he comes home tired, sometimes frustrated and mad. You had sex more often because of stress and usually Mark is the one asking for it. Day and night, before you both leave for work and at night before you sleep.

If theres peace, chaos will somehow enter your lives. The side effects of the birth control shots was ten times harder than taking a normal birth control pill and it’s causing the fight in your relationship most of the time. Whenever Mark wants to have sex but you don’t because you don’t feel well due to the side effects, he sometimes make his way to you and convince you eventually. “You won’t move, I promise to do all the work” but the sex itself makes you sick even more.

You wanted to stop taking the birth control shot but Mark insist, telling you that it’s much safer than condoms. The thought of Mark getting you pregnant would brought chaos to the world, both of your careers would be ruined plus neither one of you is ready to be a parent. So you did it for Mark, you continued taking the birth control shot even though you really don’t want to.  

He’s not always like this, he’s only an asshole whenever he’s really really stressed at work which happens thrice a week, and the fight will usually last a week long. This happened during the preparation for Kick It era and Punch era and SM were making you both work like crazy.

Sometimes Mark sleeps at the dorms after yelling at you and picking a fight with you, “I make time so we could spend quality time together but you always make me feel like shit by refusing to make love and spend time with me. I don’t get you anymore!”

And sometimes you force yourself to work overtime just so you could forget the fight and have a breather. “Stay mad all you want, I don’t care I have work to do”

Most of the time it’s always job over the relationship and you notice Mark’s slight addiction on having sex with you. Not that he became a sex addict, no. Maybe he’s just really stress and he depends to you a lot, that’s why.

Even though the red flags were all bright and waving, you just brush it off and still stay with Mark. But one time you tried telling it to him, and he didn’t take it well. Anger clouded his mind, “Just tell me to stop having sex with you and stop accusing me.” It hurts when Mark doesn’t listen to what you feel and seeing him leave for practice without even looking to you straight up makes your heart ache.

When you didn’t come home because of work one night and Mark stayed up late waiting for you, the thought of you not living with him anymore and you leaving him in general scared the shit out of him. He went back to SM building to apologise, only to find you sleeping soundly in a small couch, curled up to an uncomfortable position but you’re tired already.

“Baby” he woke you in the most quiet way possible not wanting your officemates to wake up and see him. Thankfully your sleep was not that deep and you heard Mark’s whispers, “Mark?” you whisper back.

“Come home, please?” you came home with him without hesitation, scared that the other employees might see him if he stayed longer in public with you.

Mark always find a way to talk it out and make amends. He will need you and you will always understand him and everything will be peaceful for a few days or if you get lucky, weeks. But life will always find a way to make you two fight and make up, and do it over and over again. Breaking up was never a solution, Mark knew that all too well. He can’t live without you.

Sex feels good again lately and you haven’t fought for over three weeks already. He’s been incredibly sweet and caring, taking you out on dates and helping you with work whenever he can. Honestly you’ve been pretty worried about him, he’s been having anxiety and worries about his songs lately. Even questioning his own profession, ‘What if being an idol is not for me? Like, what if I have a different calling that’s why I suck at what I do now?” Mark throwing you questions like this makes you love him harder. Pouring every support you can give to him and stretch your patience more for him. His mental health becomes more and more unstable and it went on like this for roughly half a year already.

The past few months were quiet as if peace has taken over your lives again. Mornings became more peaceful and Mark makes love with you instead of just having sex for the sake of stress release. Kick It and Punch were both successful, now you’re both enjoying your long awaited rest eating watermelons in bed. Even though you’re both aware about Mark’s unstable mental state, life can still be sweet and beautiful because of the love you share.

“I’d trade any moment for peaceful times like this with you” he said, “our second year anniversary is coming” he scrunched his nose in front of you while munching. “I have the best gift for you and you won’t guess it this time” he speaks proud and you smirk at him, feeling excited about it. “I don’t want anything in this world. Just never leave me” he added.

Rest days are always your favorite because you two can stay in bed the whole day, watch Netflix, sing in the shower together for almost two hours, dates around Seoul, shopping together, have lazy sex, have filthy sex. In other words, no calls from work or idol schedules for Mark.

“Are you trying to get me pregnant?” you giggle as you brush Mark’s hair away from his face. Feeling his soft skin against yours, touching his muscles while you come down from your high.

“Maybe” kiss, “what if I am?” kiss, “I miss having fun like this in bed with you” kiss. Mark is siting in bed with you on top of him, sitting on his lap. His head in resting on the head board, arms around your body. He has a full view of your boobs and your glowing face.

“You know I like seeing you cum on top of me” you hum in approval, “three more rounds? What do you say?” he waits for your answer, not forcing you this time. Making sure he won’t do what he did from the past that made you hate him and cry in bed. Mark almost lost you that night.

Of course you want three more rounds in bed with Mark. “That’s my girl” he licks the valley between your boobs, hugging you close as you use his cock inside you for your own sweet release. Arms around his neck, you push him closer to your chest as he bites your nipples and eventually sucking them. “Mark, that feels good” you moan to make sure he won’t stop doing what he’s doing.

“C-close, Mark I’m close”

He lowers your body as he takes over on thrusting in you on top of his lap. Gripping and tugging anything you could find in bed as he fucks you senseless making your boobs bounce in front of him, lust taking over him fully. “Fuuuck!” you screamed and quickly hugged him to stop, he got the message. Hands caressing your bare back as you shiver on top of Mark’s lap, legs weak as you flop back down to the mattress making Mark giggle and draw small circles on your nipple as he lays beside you. After two more rounds, you begged him for one more round and ride him good as a thank you for making you feel good the whole night.  

“My stylist said I should go for a striking pink for SuperM comeback, I don’t know if that will suit me… Will it? Do you think I should go for it?” again with his dependancy to you.  

Mark is at a hair salon with Taeyong getting their hair done and ready for SuperM comeback happening in less than a week. Hearing that he will have a striking pink hair made you stop what you’re doing and imagine what he would look like. “Are you sure this is not about loving watermelons?” He giggled through the phone, “No.”

When he came home with a striking pink hair, you laughed at him but deep inside he looks handsome. “Well, you look yummy” you kissed him and smelled his hair. He picked you up bridal style and ran to your shared bedroom and tickled you until you cry tears of joy.

Tomorrow is your second anniversary and you can’t spend it together because he’s busy with SuperM promotions. Mark is a simple man who likes simplicity and nothing too fancy in life so looking for a really good anniversary gift is challenge. But you can’t give up. You decided to buy him a new guitar, similar with the one has but somewhat better and different. Inside the guitar there’s a written simple message that he can read whenever he’s doubting again.

It’s already five in the morning and Mark will leave in fifteen minutes. When you open your eyes, you see a cute Mark Lee kissing you until you wake up. He smells clean, his fingertips are cold against your skin, “Happy anniversary. This is one out of two for my anniversary gift” he slips a silver ring on your left ring finger which perfectly fits.

“It’s a promise ring if you’re wondering. I promise to be a better boyfriend. And I saw your gift by the way. I love it. I can’t wait to use it and sing to you after promotions. Just hang in there okay? I love you”

You went got up and it’s surprisingly cold, still sleepy and tired from last night, you saw a bouquet of flowers on top of the coffee table and a paper that contains Girls Generation’s members signature. Complete and framed. It made you happy and laugh because he used his idol card again just to make you smile over the silliest things.

The SuperM promotions was longer than expected but Mark is having a great time with his Hyungs. While Mark is away you’re work keeps on piling up because the company transferred you from NCT to Red Velvet, which you enjoyed because now you’re making costumes for girls.

You and Mark focused on work and it didn’t made you feel angry in fact, you think that Mark being away can make you focus better at work. You realised that you’re better off away from each other. As days and weeks go by, you think about moving out of Mark’s apartment. But he wouldn’t let you do it so you think of another plan.

Mark has been calling you for days already and you only answer just for the sake of telling him that you’re fine. From there on Mark sensed something wrong and the feeling doesn’t sit well on him. Being far from you makes him overthink stuff and imagine things that has the worst case scenario. Like you, getting tired of him because he’s emotionally unstable.

It’s almost midnight and you were just finishing work when Mark came out of nowhere and surprised you. “Surprise! I’m home! Oh, I’ve missed you so much” he said and showered your cheeks with kisses his hug getting tighter and tighter.

You irritatedly pushed him away.

“Okay- that’s new” he let out a sigh, “What did I do now?”

You crossed your arms and lean on the wall, you don’t know how to say it but you’ve made up your mind. You’re going to leave him. “I’m breaking up with you” He stopped listening after you said it.

“It’s funny how I saw this coming but still I had faith with you! I had faith with you that you will not chose to leave me, but fuck-“ he punched the wall, completely hurting his hand you wanted to come to him so bad and made him stop hurting himself but you can’t. To be honest his ears rang, he was light headed and he feel like throwing up. Tiredness and breakup in the middle of the night is not a good mixture.

“Don’t get me wrong please, I don’t hate you. I want to fix this baby, I tried thinking about about solutions and guess what we already tried everything and were still a mess. It bothers me. Knowing that we all have these problems all along and ignoring it over and over again- it’s bothering me baby. We can’t fix it, we can’t fix us”

Admitting that fighting for the relationship made you tired, is a hard pill to swallow. And it hurts because choosing to love yourself this time will hurt him. His emotional dependancy, the sex, and now you don’t know if you want the same things in life anymore.

You wanted to choose yourself this time and do what’s best for you. Because in the past two years, you’ve doing everything what’s best for Mark and Mark only because that’s how you love him. And leaving him is how you can love yourself.

“A week” he blurted out while you were in the moment of pouring out all your concerns. “A week off baby, let’s give each other some space” he kissed your forehead and left you. After what happened he figured, for sure you don’t want to sleep on the same bed with him.  

The space that Mark asked for just made him missed you, it made him realised how he’s been taking your patience for granted and how he’s using every part of your being for his own good. He wanted to fix that. He wanted to fix it so badly.

Looking back over the years, he remembered how you didn’t want to live together but he made you because it’s his birthday wish. ‘Mark how can you ask something like that?’ he told himself, hating himself more.

He remembered how you didn’t want to take birth control shots anymore because you’re having side effects already. And instead of being concerned he got mad at you. Mark told the story to Johnny and he just gave him a ’Tsk. I’m very disappointed’

While forcing himself to write lyrics with Taeyong on a Monday night, he kept on telling Taeyong that he needs your opinion first about the first words that he wrote already. Mark got an earful from Taeyong, ‘you shouldn’t depend on her always! You don’t how heavy it might be for her! Tsk. Do you think she knows anything about what we do here? She has her own profession! She studied years and years for it, how can you do this to her?’ of course Taeyong is always right.

On Wednesday night, you broke up officially with Mark.

“I think we should continue living separately from now on, Mark” you removed the promise ring that he gave you and put it in front of him. He was quiet the whole time, but he understands, blaming himself of course. He understands that now it’s all about you.

“They say if you love someone and they need you don’t leave them, and we hear those words in dramas. But Mark, this isn’t fantasy this is reality that’s really heavy for me. We ignored all the red flags and I think it’s time to let go now”

During your move out, he didn’t showed up and helped you. It’s okay, you thought. You hurt him and he needs time to heal. Clearing your stuff felt like freedom and you thought it was cruel. Cruel for Mark. You feel bad because breaking up really made you feel better.

Looking at the pictures around the apartment, made you feel sad, yes. But leaving it behind and putting them down one by one made you feel free. And again you think it’s cruel because Mark don’t feel the same way, he clearly wanted push through the relationship and you clearly don’t want that.

All the more reason to break up. You don’t want the same things anymore.

Because you did great with NCT and Red Velvet, another great opportunity knocked on your door. A job in Paris. You considered not taking it because of Mark, then you remember that you two have broken up.

He came to your apartment a week after the break up, begging you to come back in his life. “I heard you left SM, baby is it because of me?” you gave him a glass of water and sat beside him, it’s been a week but he already looked like shit. Dark under eyes and no happiness in his eyes.

“Listen to me,” you reached for his hand, “It’s not because of you. I’m finally choosing me. I’m doing what’s best for me and my career. It has nothing to do with you Mark”

He went on and on again about coming back to his life, telling you promises that you know he can keep, but you don’t want to be part of it anymore. “I Promise, I will someday be okay emotionally, I want you to be beside me when that happens. I think breaking up isn’t the solution baby, do you remember how great we are together? We can fix this, we can try and then if it doesn’t work i’ll leave. I’ll never bother you again”

“How can you say breaking up is not the right thing to do now? Mark I’ve honestly never been more peaceful these past few days”

Mark didn’t need to hear other things. What you said made him realised that he used up every chance he could make up with you. He left without saying a word, keeping the pain to himself the whole drive back to the dorms. “Dude, it’s going to be okay. Were here.” Johnny, Hyuck, Taeyong and Jaehyun all listened to him cry at the car not talking to anyone of them.

PRESENT DAY. FOUR YEARS AFTER

Mark still loves you.

................................................. Masterlist

inspired by the recent breakup that I had, please don’t steal my feelings huhu. Enjoy, and thank you so much for reading!

[is-nini]

Albedo x reader

Highschool

A/n: have an idea, think that this will be sweet, watch me but butcher the story but enjoy anywaaeeee 😂 also as you can see, art by hanapen XD.

You sigh in dream like state at a certain Alchemist man in your class, his cream hair is so fluffy and healthy, his blue eyes... You can drown in them for all you care, one thing is sure about you though you are deeply In love with this man.

Some people say that you're too young to grasp the concept of "Love" and well.. that is certainly true to some people but for you, if this thing is truly just a crush how can it be this bad?

If this is just a crush how can you feel the need to wanna be beside him? If this feeling is just a Simple crush over a guy in school then why is it this strong?

A question you asked yourself and don't know the answer of just like the question that the teacher was about to ask you.

"l/n, can you answer question number 13?".

You immediately stand straight up, making a loud screeching noise because of the chair and the floor, you nervously smile and tries to count the solution on the board.

"u-uhm.. sixteennnnn?".

You asked back, elongated the "en" on the word sixteen, the teacher nod and a huge relief is being lifted up, as usual you sat down look over your crush and saw that he is looking at you, his hand right hand is resting on top of the table and his cheek rest on his palm as his gaze glazed over yours. Your face went instantly red as you keep your gaze on him, not knowing what to do.

Albedo giggle and put a thumbs up as if saying "good job".

You Can't help but feel butterfly all over your stomach. You nod your head up and down as fast as you could and then quickly look away. Gosh you feel like a mess.

Without you knowing, Albedo thinks that you are a cutie. The way your face would go red whenever you saw him, the way you're doing all the calculation inside your head, the way you walk, and oh he could go on and on.

Albedo never understood the concept of "crush" or "Love" he never really learn about this stuff unless necessary. So he is surprised when he felt funny in his stomach whenever he looks at you, he felt warm on his insides whenever he thinks of you. What is this feeling he felt? It felt... Good but it's so foreign to him.

Despite all the love letters he got per day that he looks through just trying to see your name throws away, he doesn't understand this.. thing. Albedo is a man of theory and since feelings is not part of the brain rather than the heart, he rarely takes his heart seriously.

Well he always have sucrose, maybe he can ask her about it after class is over.

And as if his situation is in luck, the bell suddenly rang, the teacher said a couple of words before dismissing the class.

The students instantly runs out of the class, some of them are waving at you, some of them goes instantly to their group of friends.

Albedo stays in the classroom for a while to look at you opening your bento and was preparing to eat. He don't know what came over him but his legs are leading him towards you.

You felt a presence beside you and so you look up just to see your crush. WHAT IS HE DOING ON YOUR TABLE. your mind is freaking out, every sound is blocked out of your ear, the only thing you can hear is the huge thumping of your heart.

"hello y/n".

"h-hai albedo".

You greets him back, mentally slapping yourself for stuttering. Albedo almost giggle at you cute stutter but keeps his composure instead.

"you seem to be eating alone? Would you like to join me and Suceose?".

He asked you, at first you're happy about it but after hearing "Sucrose" your heart just drops to your stomach.

Oh yeah ... Sucrose is his best friend.. they're always togather outside class.. Albedo probably likes her and just felt bad for you eating alone.. your negative thoughts starts swirling in your head as you forgot all about the question Albedo asked.

Albedo saw your face drops and you spacing out, he furrowed his eyebrow and puts the both of his hand on your shoulder and shake you gently.

"y/n?".

His deep calm voice snaps you out of your negatif trance, you quickly smile up at him and gave him a nod.

"sure".

✨✨✨

Sitting down at the chair beside Sucrose and Albedo you eat your bento quietly and slowly, feeling nervous being around Sucrose. You've never talked to her before but you certainly has heard her name before, how could you not? She's always with Albedo. Your heart crunch with jealousy everytime you think about both of them spending time togather.. you wish you were Sucrose.

Sucrose felt a tense aura from you, while Albedo is just calmly eating his food, looking pretty calm and collected. Sucrose clears her throat, catching yours and Albedo attention.

"so, is this your girlfriend that you have been talking about Albedo?".

You almost choke on your chiken. Girlfriend?! What?!

"u-uhm.."

You were about to say something when Albedo suddenly cuts you off, maybe he didn't heard you, your voice does sounds like a whisper of wind.

"yes, she is the girl that i have been talking about".

Sucrose looks at you and smile softly, she offers you her hand which you shake back with no hesitation.

"hello, I'm Sucroce, nice to meet you!".

"hello Sucroce I'm y/n, it's a pleasure to meet you too".

Despite you being jealous of Sucroce, she is a nice person... That's why Albedo choose her probably.. no stop! Stop thinking about them.

You smile at her as you both pull away. Albedo scoot over to Sucroce and whisper to her about something, she nod a couple of times before coughing at the end. She looks at you and smile sweetly and then it's her turn to whisper to Albedo about something. After they're both are done Albedo's face looks slightly flushed while Sucroce looks so satisfied.

"so.. i need to go.. you and Albedo have fun okay y/n~".

She said, making your face as red as mr. Diluc's hair. Albedo clears his throat making you looks at him in wonder. Albedo smile softly at you and hold one of your shoulder.

"i just found a very beautiful place and think that you might want to see it.., care to join me after school?"

He asked, you face is shocked but you quickly nod your head excited.

"s-sure i would love too".

Albedo puts his hand on your head and stroke your head gently, pushing away some of your hair that was covering your face.

"great, I'll wait for you after school".

Albedo giggle seeing your awe struck face, your eyes shine so bright.. and your smile is the smile that he wants to see everyday... Just for himself..

🌟🌟🌟

The bell rings meaning the end of the class is finally here. You never concentrate on anything that the teacher said, you're too busy admiring the scenario that could happen when you're and Albedo were alone later.. gosh your imagination is so wide..

Being drowned in your imagination, you didn't notice the man that you're dreaming of is right beside you.

"y/n?"

His voice snapped you out of your trance and you clumsily stands up, making Albedo holds your hand.

"becareful, you could get hurt. What are you pondering about?"

He asked, you just shake your head and say "nothing" there no way you would say oh i was dreaming about you and i no! That's not okay.

Albedo laugh and helps you pack your books inside your bag, you quickly stopped him but it was too late. His next action really surprises you, he pick up your backpack and then takes your hand gently.

"w-wait- Albedo- i can bring my backpack".

You said, face red as your hands tries to reach you back, but Albedo quickly pull it away from your grasp, laughing.

"it's fine y/n. Let's go shall we?"

He guided you to the exit of the school, people are looking at you and Albedo, some whisper and gossip goes around the school.. well.. you'll be the talk of the school now... You're hand in hand.. with Albedo.. the cleverest and the most beautiful man in the school.

You looked down to the ground, Albedo felt something and so he looked behind to check on you, he saw you looking down as if trying to cover your face with your hair. Albedo stopped walking in the middle of the gate and held your chin up, really causing a scene.. YOU'RE AMAZING ALBEDO BUT- PLEASE BE MORE DISCREET you scream inside your brain.

"are you okay? Are you sick? Your face has been red..."

He asked you as if you're both are not in the middle of the gate where everyone is looking at the both of you as if you're both an idol.

"A-Albedo.."

You whisper, he finally realized how close he is, he clears his throat and take a step back, looking away.

"my apologies".

You saw how guilty he looks.. you feel bad so you slowly grab his hand, he slowly intertwine his fingers to yours, feeling comfort in your touch.

Albedo guide you to the place he talks about which is on the nearby hill. The walk there is so quiet, the wind is blowing pass your hair as you enjoy the wind not realizing that you're companion is stealing glances at you- he can't help it.. you're so.. pretty.. magistic.. someone that he cares so much..

"Albedo?"

You asked, you keep feeling his eyes on you, so you wonder is there something on your face or something? You hope you didn't get any food or dust on your face... It would be embarrassing..

"yes?"

"is there something on my face?".

You tilted your head, Albedo closes his mouth with the back of his hand and look away.

"nothing.. were here".

Albedo state, you look up the hill and saw a pretty silver tree, you gasp as your eyes twinkle.

"it's pretty right? I thought you might like it".

"like it? I love it Albedo!!! Thankyou!"

You squeal and hugs him and kiss his cheek, being overly excited you cannot control your emotions. Albedo is shocked by your act but hugs you back again.

"glad you love it.. actually.. y/n i wanna ask you something.."

You pull away, still not realizing your act that you did just now and looks at him with full curiousity.

"yes? What is it?"

Albedo took a step toward you and clears his throat.

"would you like to be my.. girlfriend?"

His words makes your eyes wide as a saucers and you stare at him with wide gaping eye your mouth open and close, Albedo looks so heart broken, taking your silence as a no, before he said anything you quickly cuts him off.

"yes.. YES!"

You squeal and hugs him again heart full of butterflies and flowers, filled with ice cream and cherry- basically just everything nice. Albedo seems happy too because right now, without you noticing is currently kissing your lips, without thinking you kiss him back with a smile on your face as he slowly pulls away.

Albedo takes your hand and kiss it as you giggle away. Albedo smile softly at you, looking at you in content, his heart is so content because of the feeling you you becoming his. Tomorrow will be a good day.

[alice-angel12x]

💗 Knight!Deku x Fragile!Reader

Medival AU

Dolls... That is All they ever saw in me. Quirks, some are a blessing, while others it's a curse. A prime example of that is the porcelain quirk.

Let me explain, the porcelain quirk doesn't appear at the age of 5. It can appear at any point in time in life. You could be 6 and it appears, or 70, and then it appears. But whenever it does appear you will remain that way forever till you die of a normal human life span. In my case, I'll look forever 17 even though I'm 25 now. The only drawback is you as fragile as porcelain, and you can break like glass. Though it is possible to be put back together, the cracks will forever remain no matter how much powder and makeup you put on.

Most noble and rich women would think It's a dream come true, but they're wrong. Anybody that has this quirk and is between 16 to 35yr old is highly valued in the black market.

There were a lot of stories I heard, of young women being stolen away from their homes. And brought here to be sold off to some noble as pretty decoration, or a way to show off their wealth, or used for their pleasures. Who wouldn't want a beautiful girl that will never grow old and ugly?

The cages were cold and lonely despite there being many of us. No one would talk to each other in fear of not knowing who would be next. I've only ever made one friend in that place. A beautiful girl named Momo. Like me, she was taken from her humble home and ended up here. Sadly she was sold away to a king Named Endeavor as a present for his youngest son. I hope she's okay.

Now I bet you're thinking, is there a way to escape such a fate, or even a way to escape at all. There are only two ways that I'm aware of. 1 the porcelain quirk either came too early or far too late. Second, if you were to get a Nik or some sort of crack, then you're automatically deemed worthless and are tossed aside. Nobody wants a cracked doll after all.

But believe me, they have ways of preventing their 'merchandise' from being damaged. -----

Argo the slave master and his goons were moving their wagon of merchandise through the forest late at night.

Inside the wagon was cramped but clean, and soft with mats, pillows, and blankets covering the floor and walls. Yet it failed to hide the barred windows and the shackles that bound their captives. All was quiet when the Wagon suddenly jolted to a stop.

"CAREFUL YOU FOOLS! You might have damaged the merchandise!" Argo yelled at his lackeys.

He quickly opened the doors to check on them. Seeing everyone was not harmed or chipped he smiled crookedly.

"Now now my pretties. Were almost at the kingdom Valmar. Where you'll be bought by new masters, behave and don't try anything funny. Then maybe I won't let my lackeys have a taste of you," Argo said as he licked his lips.

The captives shuddered at his words and tried to back farther into the wagon. Argo laughed at their obedience and slammed the doors shut.

"I-I want to go home," one girl sobbed as she slowly started to break down.

"Hey SSH! You're going to get us in trouble," a boy scolded.

I slowly blocked them out as I thought back on my life before my quirk appeared. Before this life.

"Y/n, look what mom made for me!" My dear friend Izuku called.

We were 7 years old when he showed me his first knight armor, his mother made him. He Idolized famous knights and adventurers. His favorite hero was The Lone Hero All Might. One could almost call him obsessed.

I remember all the times where we used to play out in the forest. He would be my knight in shining armor, and I would be his Princess.

"Aaah! Help me!" I cried out dramatically.

"I am here!" Izuku said with great bravery.

As he got older he was served to visit last as he went off training in a nearby Kingdom. But he always came back once a year to visit me and his family. Every time he visited, he'd always bring me back a rose. His face would be complete as he muttered incoherent things.

We never truly lost touch, cause he would always write letters to me about his day, and what he's seen. And I write letters back to him, nightly.

Then my 17th birthday. I woke up to the sun shining on my face as usual. But something felt off, my skin doesn't feel right. I quickly ran over to the Mirror and saw my face. My skin became milky white, all my sunspots and Imperfections were gone. My skin has never been this smooth. My eyes were a little larger, it really made my e/c eyes stand out more. My lips became Cherry pink, I look like a doll.

That was when I realized my curse, the porcelain quirk awakens Within Me. But I was optimistic, my mother had the porcelain quirk at 19 years old. And she was never stolen or captured by anyone. And my father protected her with all his heart, so I put those fears aside. When I revealed my transformation to my parents, they were shocked and slightly afraid. But the Embraced me I told me I will be okay and I will be protected.

When Izuku returned for my birthday his reaction was priceless. His face became cherry red, and he always tripped over his words. Eventually, he mustered up the courage to tell me I was the most beautiful lady he ever saw. And that when he became an official knight he'll make sure I'll never have to live my life in fear. I never felt so happy in my life, as a pulled him into a passionate kiss.

It happened a few months later. My family and Izuku were relaxing in the living room when suddenly there was a knock at the door. My father thought it was the Milkman so he decided to answer the door But was greeted with a knife to the stomach. Panic rushed over me and my mother, as we saw at 3 muscly looking men entering our house. Then a fourth Man came the slave leader, Argo.

Izuku still a knight in training pulled his sword out of its sheath and got into a defensive position. He stood between the men and us.

He tried to fight them off, Izuku did put up a pretty good and long fight. Until eventually lost due to being out numbered. They pushed Izuku to the ground, tied his hands behind his back, and quickly gagged him with a piece of cloth.

"Know, ladies.. we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either hand yourselves over to us and the boy lives, or we've beheaded this boy and take you by force," Argo said as he sat on Izuku's back and putting a knight near Izuku's throat.

"NO!" I cried out as my mother held me back.

"HHMPH!!" Izuku tried to cry out through the gag to me.

"Don't Hurt Him," I begged.

"So what's it gonna be ladies the boy or you," Argo said with a twisted smile.

I began to tremble in fear as I looked at Izuku. He quickly shakes his head no, trying to tell us to not surrender ourselves to them as tears welled up in his eyes.

"We're sorry Izuku," I sobbed in defeat.

My mother and I step forward and were quickly chained up. Argo holding our leashes.

"NNNMPH! HHMMPH!" Izuku cried out as he tried to free himself from his bindings. Glaring daggers at Argo looked us over lustfully.

Very quickly we were forced into the wagon and that was the last time I ever saw our house and Izuku.

The wagon was ready to move until a voice called out from the darkness.

"HALT, EVIL SCUM!! IN THE NAME OF OUR KING GRAND TORINO, YOUR VILE ACT OF TRAFFICKING ARE OVER!!" Said a knight checked out and silver armor riding a brown horse.

Argo laughed at the lone knight.

"Oh yeah, you and what army," Argo chuckled.

Suddenly there is more light in the Darkness, it appeared to surround Wagon in all directions. From the darkness, an army of knights stepped out some on foot, others on horseback.

" surrender immediately!" Shouted another knight, this on a white horse.

"What are you fools looking at, ATTACK!" Argo shouted.

It was hard to tell what was happening outside, as everyone heard the fight happening outside. The scuffle lasted for a pretty long time, but eventually the struggling settle down. Everyone sat in silence as they waited, not knowing what's going to happen.

Suddenly the wagon door opened revealing a man in knight's armor. He had blue hair and rectangular glasses.

"Don't worry we're here to rescue you," he informed us.

Slowly but surely everyone was escorted off the wagon, one by one we were unchained. I was the last one to be unchained as I approached the knight with the keys, I heard a faint gasp.

"Y-y/n!" The knight shouted as he pulled me into a gentle yet strong hug.

I look at the knight in confusion as I watch him remove his helmet. Revealing My childhood friend Izuku. He definitely aged and grew over the last 8 years. I felt a little self-conscious, because of how short and young I looked compared to him. He was taller and looked more mature and looked so handsome.

"I finally found you, I found you y/n" has said as he pulled me into another hug.

"I-Izuku, I- I was so scared," I sobbed into his chest.

"I'm here now. And this time I'll keep you safe," Izuku whispered in my ear.

I kissed his cheek softly, as I hugged him. Izuku picked me up bridal style and placed me on his horse. He quickly pulled himself on the horse. As the other knights escorted the others to the kingdom. Izuku and I decided to return home instead.

[twinkleallnight]

Marshmallow

(Part -15) Denouement

Book: The Royal Romance AU

Word count: 1974

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.

Rating: Teen/ PG

Warning: None.

A/N: An AU with Drake’s POV, showcasing his life as a commoner at the royal palace. Catch up here

I meet Hana couple of times after the drunk incident but ignore all signs. We never speak of what happened that night. May be, because I don’t want to acknowledge the obvious feelings blooming between us and she is too embarrassed about her state that night.

*******

Finally, the day arises when the country is full of cheerful sounds and bright colours. The palace is being decorated with expensive flowers and exquisite tapestries. Tapestries that depict the valour and courage of the Rhys dynasty.

I stand with Liam in front of a blank wall in anticipation. A life-size portrait is raised up by the palace staff and I see Liam’s chest swell up with pride as his head is held high looking into the eyes of his ancestor King Fabian in the image.

“Your favourite person.” I look at him knowingly.

“My idol. When I wear the crown today, I want to be just and true to my people like him.”

I clasp his shoulder. “You will be the most compassionate king Cordonia has seen.”

“I hope.” Liam beams. “Would you like to come with me to the study? I plan to brush up my speech and then head for the lunch.”

“You go ahead. I think I will see you at the ball. Call me if you need me around.”

“May I know where are you headed to?”

“I have to be at the boutique for a trial.” I say sheepishly.

Liam’s eyes widen, “You are going to dress up?”

I grin, “It’s my best friend’s coronation ball.”

He cocks his head searching in my eyes. “Or is it Hana?”

“I won’t deny.” I reply bashfully.

Liam nods his head with a smile. “I like the new Drake.”

“It’s the same old me.”

“Well, that we will see in the evening.” Liam chortles. “See you at the ball.” He waves and walks away.

I make a beeline to the boutique and coyly enter in. Hana had assured me that no one will be there around at this hour of the day.

“Hana...”, I call out in a tense voice.

She sways down smiling at me from the back of the room and holds my hand. “I am so glad you agreed. You are going to love this.” She pushes me to the trial rooms in excitement. “Go on. Try it.”

When I walk out dressed in a grey suit, she lets out a gasp and scurries to me. Her arms wrap around my neck making me chuckle. She gives me a quick hug and steps back admiring. “Wait here. I want to show you something.”

She brings out another garment bag. She flips the bag to reveal a silver grey gown. “ I found something matching with your suit to wear.” She giggles. I shake my head smiling in disbelief.

“What? You find it funny?” she pouts, a bit disheartened.

“Absolutely not!” I raise her chin with my curled finger. “Look at me. I was the commoner who never showed interest in any of these pompous affairs. But with you around I feel like a different person. I want to try it all. It’s not funny. It’s just that I am beaming at the new me.”

Her eyes brighten up again. “I am so excited for tonight.”

“ I can see that. Me too.”

“Okay, now you need to leave. I have some more last minute things to finish.”

“You sure don’t need my help anywhere.”

“No. Thank you.”

She pushes me out of the boutique giggling in enthusiasm.

I have a quiet lunch and retire to my quarters till evening.

*************

Later in the evening:

The palace shines in all its glory with strings of lights twinkling around its edges. The nobles arrive in their luxury vehicles one after another draped in choicest of designer wears, waving out to the cameras flashing at the entrance. The media is covering the country’s most important event in decades, alerting their representatives to capture who’s who of the royal court.

I calmly observe the rush, as usual, from my favourite spot, the bar. Liam joins me soon.

“Hana has a great taste.”

“What?” I look at him quizzically.

He raises his eyebrows in praise and waves his hand at me. “The suit looks good on you. She chose well.”

“Chose well? You mean the suit or me?”

He laughs out. “She has improved your sense of humour too. You are no longer the grumpy one.”

“I was never grumpy except in Riley’s dictionary.”

Just then, Max sprints towards Liam, “Hey Li, have you seen the grumpy guy around?”

I turn to him, “Very funny, Beaumont.”

“Oh, is it really you Drakey!” He gropes over and cups my face, his voice, a note higher and melodramatic. “You gave away your denims for a suit? That must be so painful. Are you alright?” He places the back of his hand on my forehead, trying to test my temperature.

“Cut it out Max.” I shrug away his hands as I notice Liam stifling a laugh.

Hana and Riley join the gang and they get busy with the chit chat. I notice Hana stealing glances at me but her eyes have a worried look. Something seems to be amiss that I cannot place my finger upon. After sometime she excuses herself and I find her exiting the main doors. I follow her towards the lawn.

There under the silver of moon, Hana shimmers in her silver gown, standing alone, deep in her thoughts. I step closer to her and wrap my arm around her shoulder.

She turns around to face me and suddenly hugs me tightly. “What’s wrong?” I ask her softly.

She doesn’t utter a word but pulls out an envelope from her clutch and hands it over to me. I don’t understand the foreign language written in it but definitely know that whatever it is, it has upset her. Her voice is almost a whisper when she says, “It’s over. I have to leave.” Still looking down into the letter.

I hold her at her elbows and tug, “Leave? Why?”

She raises her head and I see her eyes are welled up with tears. “It’s a letter from my parents. They say if I am not Liam’s choice tonight, which they know well, I should be moving back to Shangai tomorrow.”

I feel like someone has sucked out the breath from me, as I stand speechless in front of her.

‘Is this how it ends? No. Is this how I want it to end?’ It’s a split-second decision I make in a trice. I embrace her tightly. I hear her gasp with my unexpected move. Her hands lightly resting on my arms, letter still held in one.

I cup her face and look into my favourite honey almond eyes. “Hana…” I gather some more courage to say things I intend to. “I don’t know what happens tomorrow. But I want you to know that you are the most amazing person I have ever met. You are epitome of perfection yet you ignore the imperfections people around you have. Hell, you turn those short comings into a silver lining. You do things for the people you care. It’s impossible to stay away from you once someone gets to know you. I don’t know if I even deserve to be with you. But I want tell you this, that I… I love you. And I won’t let this end here. It’s not over. Not yet.”

She tries to open her mouth to say something but before that I lower my mouth on hers and capture the warmth of her lips. My fingers, cupping her face, feel the wetness of her tears rolling down her cheeks. I roll my thumb to wipe them away without breaking the kiss.

********

“How do you think it goes from here?” Riley questions in general.

“I don’t have any idea.” I rub my hands over my eyes.

I had requested Liam for an urgent word regarding Hana’s plans, in turn he called Riley and now we are all seated with him in his study.

“Can’t you stay?” Riley asks Hana.

“No.” Hana speaks softly, looking into a hollow.

“Why?”

“This is how it was supposed to be. My parents wanted me to be in Cordonia so that I find a suitable match in some noble house. With the social season coming to an end tonight, they don’t want me to stay any longer without purpose.”

“Damn it!” I curse in frustration.

“So, we really can’t do anything?” Riley looks at Liam for an answer.

“Not immediately. We will have to wait.” Liam says brooding.

“How long?” Riley seems to be more restless.

“Until I take over the office as the king of Cordonia.” He pauses, “And I can’t directly pass the first orders for Lee family at Shanghai when there must be many pressing issues Cordonia is dealing with. So we will have no option but to be patient.”

There is a knock at the door. Bastein peeps in to remind, “I am sorry to interrupt but we are running against time, sir. The king has asked for your presence in the main hall.”

Liam gets up looking at the watch. “I am afraid, we will have to curtail this meeting. Drake, I will see what I can do. I will update you.” He pats my back and then addresses Hana.

“Hana, trust me, we will find out a solution. I am sorry that you have to go through this.”

She gives a forced smile. “Thank you.”

Riley hugs her in reassurance and they both walk out of the study. I keep looking blankly at her retrieving figure. Bastein clears his throat to pull me back from my thoughts. “I… I…”

Bastein walks to me. He places his hand on my back. “Son, you are dealing with the nobles here. Don’t jump into action too soon. Take one step at a time. Things will fall in place if all goes well. Tomorrow, the king will be the one who is your best friend. As much as I know the boy, he will always have your back.” I nod in agreement.

“Have faith and some hope. This too shall pass.”

“Thank you, Bas.” I compose myself and stride down the hall with him.

The coronation ceremony is conducted smoothly. Watching Liam bearing a crown is a moment of pride. Minutes later, the announcement for the queen is made and against all odds he declares his love, lady Riley, as his future queen. They exchange rings and pose to the paparazzi as an officially engaged couple.

My eyes are stuck at the grand clock, each passing second ticking in my ear. My heart is racing against time. I scan through the crowd once again. Hana stands on the other end of the hall with other suitors. Our eyes pierce into each other hers throwing away sadness and mine hoping against hope.

“You know if Liam can get true love, against all odds, you too deserve to be with the one you love.” I snap at the voice that spoke behind me.

“Leo? What the hell are you doing here?”

“Couldn’t have missed my baby brother’s coronation ceremony.” He shrugs. We meet each other with a hug.

“So, you and Hana, huh?” he asks inquisitively.

“Didn’t you just come back to Cordonia? How do you know?”

He looks across my shoulder at someone. “She knows, so I know.” He raises his glass wine in someone’s direction.

I turn around to see whom he is pointing to. My jaw drops when I check the lady walking towards us. She stops besides Leo and he places a soft kiss on her cheek. Their arms wind around each other’s waist.

“You…and…Livy?” I falter, astonished at the sudden turn of events.

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[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: None Yet

Word Count: 1,583 Words

Summary: Maria and Mercury tell stories of the pasts.

Warnings: Self-Deprecation Mention, Abuse Mentions, Child Abuse Mention, Amputation Mention, Death Mention, Weapon Mention, Food Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Shadows Are Made Of Light: Chapter 3

Mercury was amazed while Maria was telling the story of her past. The most powerful Silver Eyed Warrior and someone he looked up to as a child, he respected her. But the story also infuriated him on her behalf. How dare they take her eyes like that? Is that what Salem would do to him if she found him?

"But I wasn't. I went into hiding soon after." Maria explained.

"I can't believe it. You. You're the Grimm Reaper. You were a legend. And then you disappeared." Qrow looked startled, shocked, appalled. It all made Mercury nearly laugh at him. He behaved like a obstinate child in front of his idol.

"How exactly does a legend disappear?" Oscar asked.

"You never used your name, never showed your face. Lots of us thought you were just laying low. Eventually we came to accept that you were probably dead. But the stories about you, I based my weapon off of yours. I wanted to be as good as the Grimm Reaper." Qrow spouted.

"Well, I'm nothing but a disappointment. So you're well on your way." She announced with a huff.

"How can you say that?" Blake asked. Mercury shook with rage. His idol, sitting here, criticizing herself.

"Child, a huntress is supposed to protect others to the bitter end. But after I lost my eyes, I only ever looked after myself. Even after my surgery, I was too afraid to fight, afraid someone would find me again, finish what the others started. You shouldn't aspire to be like me, especially when some of you are clearly stronger already. It's comforting seeing that your generation seems up to the task of inheriting this world. I'm just sorry I didn't do more to leave it in better shape."

Maria wistfully looked out over the ground they were passing over. Mercury felt rage subside slightly, she was scared, he understood that. That was exactly why he'd run after Beacon, run away to hide in Mistral only to find out that Lionheart was a traitor and he had to run again, to a place with no primary headmasters like Argus.

"When I was thirteen, I found a little girl when my father took me on one of his missions. Pretty young, a baby no older than her first few months, couldn't even walk yet. I named her Chrome because she didn't have a name. Father called her my sister but I cared for her more like a parent to a child, she was my daughter by all account. He didn't like my attention being drawn off elsewhere besides him so he only got worse toward me and her." Mercury looked at the pitying looks on the faces of team RWBY and Oscar and Qrow, even Maria looked sad.

"One day, I decided to run away from him with her. I managed to get to the next town over and I gave Chrome to a group of training huntsmen that were visiting the town from Atlas who promised to take care of her and I and take us to Atlas, since they were returning to their homeland that night. I knew he couldn't get to Atlas, so Atlas was the safest place to put her. That was until his friends found me and dragged me back home. He took my legs that day for defying him and getting rid of his only chip left to bargain for my obedience. He eventually got mad after about a week that I could no longer act as his personal maid enough that he gave me metal legs to replace the ones he took but, when he did that, I ended up killing him." He kept his composure. After all, Maria hadn't lost her cool when she was explaining.

"I would have hid too, probably found Chrome again afterward if Cinder hadn't found me there, looking for him. I would have run away and hid just like you did if she hadn't threatened me with knowing about Chrome. Because there's nothing wrong with hiding after something bad happens. It doesn't matter what you promised or who you promised it to. When you're hurt or scared and you want to hide, you do it because the person you need to save also has to be yourself sometimes."

He refused to look at the pity on their faces anymore. But he could feel the tension in the air loosen somewhat. Maria gave a little laugh.

"Thank you, Mercury." She looked at him smiling.

"Thank you for sharing something that personal, Mercury." Oscar whispered.

"I also have happier stories if you depressing bastards want something happier." He smirked.

"I think we could use happy after stuff that heavy." Ruby told him.

"Well, there was this one time Chrome decided to braid my hair as practice for her own. My hair was in tiny braids for over a week while I tried to get them out." He laughed.

"I can imagine that, that's the worst part." Yang cackled from the front.

"The great Mercury Black with dozens of tiny braids in his hair for upward of a week." Ruby chuckled. And, even if they were laughing at him, he was happy that the tension was gone now. The heaviness left in the air from those nightmares in Brunswick Farms was finally gone.

"Oh, I was thinking, Maria. Maybe you could teach me to use the Silver Eyes the way you did?" Ruby asked.

"Given I'm already training Mercury here for that same thing. It shouldn't be hard. I've always looked for other Silver Eyed Warriors to train, to teach the next generation of Silver Eyes and give hope back to this world." Maria smiled.

"You have Silver Eyes?" Ruby asked.

"How did you think we got out of that basement?" Mercury asked.

"I thought it was me?" Ruby seemed confused.

"You did the first one. The one where it got those nightmares away from Blake. I did the second that gave us time to get out." Mercury told her.

"Silver Eyed buddies then." Ruby lightly punched his shoulder.

"Hey, don't go stealing my metal limb buddy." Yang joked.

"I'm not. I'm not." Ruby stuck her tongue out at her sister. Then Ruby's scroll beeped and she brought it out. "It's Jaune!" Yang even stopped her bike.

"How?" Yang asked.

"The city?" Ruby asked. "Wait." She took the scroll from her ear and looked toward the direction that Yang was driving to find a path that led up a mountain. Argus. Yang made quick work of getting up the mountain to announce they'd arrived in Argus. Finally, this nightmare was over. They were safe.

Once there, Yang locked Bumblebee in a storage garage for vehicles. While the others waited for...something. Mercury didn't know what. He was just hoping they'd planned out a place to sleep at.

"Cute boy Oz!" Mercury looked toward the sound only to see a streak of pink as something tackled Oscar, though he helped steady them from falling on the ground while everyone else greeted team JNPR or, well, JNR. Mercury got a pang of guilt again. He had been part of the plan orchestrated that resulted in Pyrrha's death.

"Wait, who is this?" Nora asked.

"Mercury." Yang smiled proudly.

"WHAT!?" Jaune snapped.

"I've defected. I ran away. Salem would have killed me."

"Why would she kill a henchman besides you being expendable?" Jaune took out Crocea Mors, intending to use it against him.

"Because I have Silver Eyes. She kills people with Silver Eyes so I ran away and hid in Mistral. I left on the Argus train after Haven Academy was shut down." He told him.

"Why should we trust you?" Jaune asked.

"I have a daughter in Atlas. I'm trying to get to her. She should be turning six in a week." Mercury told him.

"You have a kid? A real kid?" Jaune asked, putting Crocea Mors away but laughing in his face.

"Yeah. I have her picture if you don't believe me." he angrily snapped.

"Yeah sure." Mercury pulled up the few pictures of Chrome he'd managed to get over the time he had his scroll.

"She looks just like you." Jaune hummed.

"I know, surprising considering she's adopted." He smirked.

"Alright, we can keep the stray you guys found." Jaune told them.

"Hey!" Mercury wanted to feel insulted but, honestly, it was kind of funny being referred to as a stray like he was some cat they'd found on their journey. They went onto the transit and Mercury just followed them around to Jaune's sister's house.

Mercury would absolutely not fawn over the baby Saphron had. He totally wasn't. Nope, not at all. He absolutely wasn't and no one had any proof that he was soft toward children, no sir. Mercury did take the food offered to him by Nora.

"C'mon, eat up. You can't be passing out on us." Nora shoved the sandwich into his mouth to stop his argument. It was then he realized he was actually really hungry.

He listened to their discussion this time while he ate. He wanted to know what would be happening. He wanted to make sure he could help at least. Mercury had a bad feeling, like something bad would happen to impede their journey like those damned nightmares.

"So we kinda already tried that and it didn't go super great." Jaune admitted.

"Come on, it couldn't be that bad." Yang laughed. Mercury had a feeling that she would regret saying that.

[honestlynotyourbabe]

VOICELESS pt. 2

Athena felt the wind on her face, a smile forming on her lips. Those few moments meeting her inspiration were enough to brighten not only her day but probably her week or month. She clutched the album in her hand closer to her chest as she tuned out the continuous chatter of the crowd. The guards have escorted the fans out from the stadium after their meet and greets. She was still not able to spot Nicole in the crowd, she had promised that both of them would meet up after but she was probably still inside or fighting through the crowd of fans. Her mind kept going back to the moment she saw Suga smile at her, she noticed a tint of blush on his cheeks but it was probably because of the heat or something, it couldn’t be because of her. She doesn’t need to think like that, they are just idols, unreachable but are there for inspiration. She is just an admirer of their talent, nothing more.

It would be weird to think of them as more than that.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” she hears Nicole from behind.

She turned around with a soft smile, taking out a piece of paper from her pocket she wrote out “How was it?” and showed it to her.

Nicole jumped and down with glee, “It was amazing! They were all so nice and funny! Oh, I can’t wait for their next concert!” She then pulled her to the side.

“I got a surprise for you, but this is a secret okay? Suga entrusted me with it” she whispered with a wink. Suga?

She faced Nicole with a confused look, questioning her what could it be. She held on to the silver bracelet V has placed on her wrist and played with it, somehow it gave her comfort; now that Nicole is giving her unnecessary anxiety.

“He wrote this number and said, “you’re the flame” and told me you would know” she raised her eyebrows in a suggestive manner. This confused her more, was it regarding their interaction earlier? Or her letter? Did he mean that she can contact him through this number? Or that she should contact him? She did not get what he meant by it at all.

“Do you know what this means?” Nicole teased, she shook her head no.

“It means he likes you! And you should probably contact this number!” she pointed towards the number written on her album, with initials of AD. August D? Was he referring to his other stage name?

She wrote in her paper “That’s impossible, it’s probably a dead number”

“Such an optimist!” Nicole commented, grabbing the wad of sticky notes from her hand, she took out a pen from her pocket and started writing.

“There is nothing wrong with taking a shot. Maybe this is your chance” she said as she placed the sticky note on Athena’s forehead. Athena pouted and took it. Nicole then linked her arm with hers. “Let’s go get some food, I’m starving! I’ll introduce you to some of my friends!”

Athena out of thought read what Nicole wrote. It was the number written on her album, with a bunch of heart scribbles and a wink emoji. She caressed the note with her thumb, did he really want her to contact him? Why? She pockets the letter and lets Nicole drag her to a bunch of people she had never met. She didn’t understand why her heart suddenly starts beating faster by the minute, was it because she was nervous about meeting new people and having to explain why she couldn’t talk or something else entirely.

Suddenly her hands were shaking, her body didn’t feel like her own, and flashes of lights kept blinding her. She taps Nicole by the shoulder, shaking her head vigorously, hoping that Nicole would understand. “Why what’s wrong? We’re almost there, don’t worry, they told me they were by the bay”

She shook her head again, “Don’t you want to meet them or you’re not feeling well?” Both, she thought. She felt her body shaking, her hands suddenly felt clammy and her mouth dry.

Nicole must have understood for some reason, a concerned look in her eyes as she grabs her arm tighter, wrapping her free hand on her waist for support. “You could meet them next time, I guess. Do you want me to take you home?”

Athena shook her head no, she doesn’t want to go home yet, but she also didn’t want to meet her friends, but she also didn’t want to burden Nicole. Maybe she should text Josh, so he’ll accompany her. Oh wait, he was busy.

“Let’s grab a bite then, we could gush together” Nicole smiled. Athena feeling guilty smiled back. “Oh don’t worry about me! I’m just glad I found a new friend”

Athena knew she was only saying this to comfort her but she felt glad nonetheless.

--

Suga didn’t know what he was feeling, but it didn’t sit well with him. Everything was finally over, they can finally have a few days before the next concert. But then again, those days will be packed with practices and constant lack of sleep, the usual. He didn’t know what he wanted a moment, but a break would be nice. “Hyung! So what your plans if she ever contacts you?” Taehyung jumps on the couch and settling beside him. Suga didn’t give that much of a thought, he honestly had forgotten it for a moment. She probably would think it was a joke though, but will she try?

He shrugged his shoulders, as a reply Taehyung pouted. “Aw too bad, I was hoping I could get to see her again too!” Suga raised an eyebrow, Taehyung laughed nervously. “It’s just that..*laughs* she… you... know... *laughs*” Suga throughout Taehyung’s stumbling explanation only gave him a stern look, crossing his arms in the process. Taehyung scratches the back of his head and blushes, “Nevermind… never mind… let’s just go” he laughs again. Taehyung then grabs Suga by the arm, pulling him up to stand, he chuckles as he pushes his back towards the rest of the guys.

“Hey Hyung! I noticed you blushed during the fan meet earlier, who was that girl again?” Jungkook called out, without a second later, all the guys started whooping and teasing. They started poking his stomach and teasing him with questions of who was the girl, giving out random names, he had never heard of. He gave Taehyung a look, telling him to keep quiet. The boy did seem to listen as he tried to stifle his giggles. This went on for a good few minutes before Jin blurted out a name that perked his ears.

“Athena… that was her name, right Yoongi?” Jin smiled as though he was recalling a recent memory. Suga feeling shy only hid his face in his hands, hoping the guys would stop the teasing. Everybody seemed to have remembered who she was as they started with the ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhhs’

Jungkook gave out a big smile “She was really sweet, she told me I have great potential to change a lot more lives”

“Yeah! She told me that she was glad that I pursued my dreams and that she couldn’t imagine me not being an idol” Jimin commented.

So they did have different letters, Suga felt glad and relieved at the same time.

“She told me she felt closer with her friend who died whenever she sees me, I don’t know what I should feel about that but it made me tear up,” Jin said giving them a sad smile, “I’m glad I’m a bridge for their friendship to continue even in the afterlife”

That must have been hard for her as well, did she lose her in the same accident she lost her voice? Suga wondered. This intrigued him more, he wondered how many of their fans have been moved through their music. How many of them have experienced a lot of pain in their lives and that their only sense of escape was them. This thought made him smile but his heartache as well. He was glad that he and the guys are making a lot of people happy with their music but it was also heartbreaking knowing that a lot of them are going through a lot. It also pressured him in a weird way, it felt like a heavy responsibility for him to carry. He was their escape yet he badly wanted to escape himself.

“Why don’t we get something to eat? I’m hungry” Namjoon suggested tapping his stomach.

The guys agreed and everybody started packing up. Suga felt an arm on his shoulder, “She must be a very interesting girl for you to give your personal number Hyung” Jungkook smiled with raised eyebrows. Taehyung!

“Oh no one told me, I just saw you writing it out earlier, you weren’t that discreet you know” Jungkook laughed, Suga shaking his head gave out a sigh. This boy will be the death of him.

They were walking towards the nearest burger shop, trying to be discreet as they can. They went by groups so no one would notice. Suga was with Taehyung and Jin, he felt that it was ridiculous that they had to wear wigs, sunglasses, a cap, and a mask to not look suspicious. They look suspicious! If he was a fan or paparazzi he would have known who they were.

“Hyung! What are you doing? Why are you walking like that?” Taehyung asked Jin who was walking with his chest out. “I’m trying to look inconspicuous” he whispered. Taehyung only laughed while Suga shook his head trying to distance himself from the two. Shoving his hands in his pockets Suga tried to focus on where he was walking as they arrive by the entrance when he hears a familiar voice. A familiar shriek.

“Ah! I knew it! Could you perhaps introduce me?”

Suga moved his body towards the voice he was hearing, the two already walking towards the counter... “Are they nice? When do you think will be their next comeback be?” the high-pitched voice questioned. Who were they talking about? Suga trying not to look like an eavesdropper inched closer. They were sitting by the window their backs facing him. Suga sat by the booth behind them and motioned towards Jin and Taehyung that he was sitting there. Both of them gave him a thumbs up, they would know his order by now. He then notices Jimin and Namjoon enter while J-Hope and Jungkook were already eating on the other end. Suga smirked as he saw how ridiculous Jungkook looked with his bob wig. Yeah, no one would notice him with that wig on.

“Anyways, I’m glad I met you! I’m so sorry for what happened though” the girl mentions

Suga wasn’t the type of person to eavesdrop, he usually minded his own business but this conversation kept him curious. He just had to confirm that it was the familiar voice he remembers from earlier. He slightly turns his head to get a glimpse at the two. Both of them were brunettes except the other one had shoulder-length hair while the other had long curls. Athena had long curls, could it be her? He tried focusing on the girl with long curls but her face was blocked by the girl with short hair. They were talking about a guy named Josh and that the short-haired girl was excited to meet him. The girl with long curls just kept nodding.

It might be her.

“Hyung! You didn’t tell us what you wanted so we got your usual” Taehyung mentions, placing their tray on the table and sliding on the seat in front of him. Jin still walking with his chest out placed his tray beside theirs and sat beside him. “Oh! I’m starving! Thank you for the food!” Jin bows his head then started digging in, Taehyung does the same.

Suga still tried listening to the two girls talking, he unwraps the burger and takes a small bite when the girl shrieks again. Her shrieking surprised the three of them who made startled looks. “YOU REALLY SHOULD! IT’S AN OPPORTUNITY OF A LIFETIME! IF IT HAPPENED TO ME I WOULD REALLY PEE MY PANTS!” the short-haired girl screamed for everyone to hear. Everyone in the area gave her looks, even the four from the other end. The short-haired girl must have noticed as he heard her mumble a sorry. “Anyways you really should give it a try! An idol wouldn’t just give out a number to anyone you know!”

Suga’s eyes widened, it was them! Right?

“Hey, did you hear what that girl said? She said she’d pee her pants! For everyone else to hear!” Jin laughs meanwhile Taehyung looks at him with curious eyes. He probably heard what they were talking about too since their sitting together. Taehyung inches closer to Suga “do you think it’s Athena and her friend?” he asks as he tried glancing towards the two girls.

“Maybe” he whispers back.

Jin made a suspicious look, pointing at the two of them he asks. “Hey! Hey! What are you guys whispering about?”

Suga and Taehyung not wanting the two girls being suspicious of their looks, motioned towards the two of them with a slight movement of their head, their eyes moving to the side.

Jin made a confused look. “Huh?”

Taehyung leans toward the table “The two girls behind us, we think one of them is Athena”

Jin’s mouth shaped an ‘o’ as his eyes traveled towards the two girls who had their backs facing them. His eyes squinted, focusing on the girl with long curls. The short-haired girl was giggling, she was moving her body back and forth so he got a chance to glimpse a side profile. He smiled.

He looked at the two boys in front of him who were staring at him expectantly. Both eyebrows raised, he laughs at how curious they are. He nodded.

“It’s her”

He didn’t know who smiled bigger but he could see that Suga seemed excited. He had never seen this side of Suga, it somehow made him feel protective. Feelings are dangerous, especially for guys like them. “Would you talk to her?” Jin hears Taehyung asks, taking a bite from his burger.

“I’m not sure, what would I say?”

“Suga really? Of course, you would say Hello first!” Jin scolded, chewing his burger with a lot of confidence.

Suga places his head on his hand, why would he even try to ask. He felt Taehyung tap his shoulder. “Maybe she’ll come to us when she recognizes it’s us”

“What if she doesn’t? We look like weirdos with these on” Suga motions towards the black shoulder-length wig he had on. It made him look like a girl, if not for the heavily tinted glasses he had on and the fake beard they pasted on him. Both Jin and Taehyung stifled a laugh. “Yeah, they did go overboard with the ‘trying not to look like us’ look”

“While I look gorgeous with anything I put on” Jin flicked his blonde wig. He did not look gorgeous, he looked like a guy who hasn’t left his room for weeks with that wig. They didn’t even try to tame it. Suga rolls his eyes “So, should I talk to her or should I wait it out?”

“How could you talk to her?” Taehyung asks

Oh right.

“How about you slide in a note” Jin suggested.

“How?”

“We could crumple it and throw it in their direction?” Both looked at Taehyung with a ‘are you serious look. “This isn’t high school” both of them mentions. “Well got better ideas then?”

“Or… you could just casually come to our table and say hi” the three of them look up towards the short-haired girl who was now standing at the side of their table. Smiling brightly she gave them a wave, behind her was Athena who had her head down.

“Hi,” the three of them said in unison. Which felt awkward.

“You weren’t really that quiet with your conversation, we’re sorry we eavesdropped” The girl giggled. Athena only nodded in agreement as she kept twisting the charm on her bracelet. The bracelet Taehyung gave her earlier. Taehyung must have noticed it too, “Do you like it? The bracelet?”

Athena lifted her head, her eyes surprised at the mention of her bracelet. She was biting her lip when she nodded a yes. She was being cute, for no reason. Taehyung smiled “I’m glad”

Noticing the interaction the short-haired girl nudges Athena’s stomach. She only smiled as a response to her friends constantly glancing in their direction as though she was silently telling her to do something. Athena brought out a sticky note pad and wrote something, she then places the sticky note on their table.

‘I’m glad you guys are finding time to eat, enjoy your meal, and take care’

She then motions her friend to leave by pulling her arm. “I guess we’ll be going then! Nice seeing you! Whoever you are!” she greeted as both of them left before he could have said a single word.

“Her friend didn’t recognize us?” Jin asked

“Yeah, she said, whoever we are, so she probably didn’t hear us mentioning our names” Taehyung commented.

“But did Athena recognize us? She gave us a note” Jin picks up the sticky note, examining it.

Taehyung takes the sticky note from Jin and places it in his pocket. “She probably did, she said she likes the bracelet I gave her”

Jin raised an eyebrow, he didn’t know Taehyung gave Athena his silver bracelet. “You gave her a bracelet? What bracelet?”

Taehyung made a nervous laugh, realizing that Jin didn’t know, he knew how protective Jin could be when it comes to interacting with fans. “You know the one..*nervous laugh* the..”

“The one he had custom made last year, the one with the tear charm” Suga mentions as he takes a bite of a french fry. Suga had a different look on his face which made the two look at each other. “The one you said you would keep forever?” Jin asks.

“Yeah…” Taehyung scratches the back of his head, trying to avoid the look Jin was now giving him.

“It felt like it belonged to her, Taehyung was right giving it to her” Suga commented, his eyes staring at the door where Athena left. Both Jin and Taehyung followed where Suga was staring at then looking back at Suga.

“Are you really that interested in her?” Jin genuinely asks. Taehyung positions himself, straightening his back as he looks at Suga who was still staring at the door. He purses his lips and furrows his eyebrows. “That’s a question that I would also like to know”

Suga squinted his eyes “She makes me question a lot of things and I wonder why”

[crystaljins]

Sea.

Characters: Namjoon x Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Synopsis:   It takes a lot to follow your dreams. Idol!reader x manager!Namjoon

Notes: @tuserendipia​ requested Namjoon + dreams. And all I could think about is how BTS have achieved their dreams. And actually, this week I achieved MY dream. So this is what you guys get. LOL. It’s pretty shoddily written but who cares? It’s all for fun.

Warnings: Nothing except mentions of dodgy record label companies? Also atrocious plotholes because i know nothing about music contracts. If that bothers you please read something else.

Few people are fortunate enough to experience the adrenaline rush that comes with finally achieving their dreams. You are though, and you’re practically glowing from the high. Namjoon can only stare in awe as he captures your fingers before you can step onto the platform that will raise you onto the stage above.

“Hey.” He calls, adjusting the headsets he has on and slipping them off so that they rest on his neck. He very intentionally reaches down and switches off the battery pack it attaches to. No one will hear the words he says next and he will not have panicked staff members contacting him through the comms system. These words are just for you. “I’m proud of you.”

You’re all dolled up in stage makeup to highlight your best features. The dress has been designed carefully so that the stage lights will be caught by the tiny diamontes and dance across your body like starlight. He almost misses what you look like bare-faced and relaxed, with the hood of your jumper pulled up over unwashed hair, but there is no denying that you are in your element like this. The person he is looking at now is the pop princess who captured the heart of the entire nation with her amazing voice and beautiful face, about to perform on her dream stage.

You don’t smile in response. Instead you frown at him and he knows what you’re thinking. Really you should be buzzing with the nerves and excitement that comes with achieving your dreams, but you clearly have something on your mind.

“Joon.” You say in response. “Thank you.” The words are whispered, barely audible over the music that starts up, building up to your grand entrance. Already outside, the crowd is screaming. “But you should be up there with me.”

He offers you a smile because even now, in the moment that you are about to achieve your dreams, you are thinking about him. He didn’t always appreciate that about you- when he first met you, he had thought you were spoiled and single-minded. You wanted to have it all and had none of the motivation or determination to take it. And yet things still seemed to fall into your lap- you’d open your mouth and sing a few notes and entertainment companies would trip over themselves to have you sign with them.

He had been working as in intern then, trying to break into the industry and form connections and his run-ins with you had left him jealous and frustrated. Jealous that you had everything he wanted and frustrated that you didn’t even seem to recognise how easily things came to you. And that had only become exacerbated when someone had decided he’d be a good manager to you. Suddenly it went from having to see you in the hallways of the company or sitting in on meetings discussing your schedule to having to spend every waking minute worrying about you and where you were and what you were doing. He should have refused the promotion, really, but the pay was better, and it meant he was meeting far more influential people than he was as a mere intern.

You, of course, had been baffled by Namjoon’s initial dislike of you. You seemed like the kind of person who was used to people handing their hearts to you on a silver platter without much effort on your part of all. But you had somehow met him everything with a smile and a cheerfulness that none could match, and he soon learned the reason why.

No one follows their dreams with ease. To achieve the goal your heart is longing for comes with blood, sweat and tears and you had never forgotten your humble roots. Even though Namjoon had only seen you from the point where people on social media sites had started to see and recognise your talent, he didn’t see the financial difficulties, or the days you busked on the side of the road for hours to even be able to pay for your dinner. He didn’t see the people who had scammed you and taken everything in your blind and desperate attempts to share your voice. He wasn’t there when you’d had to give up the performing academy you’d always dreamed of because your father had gotten sick and your mother couldn’t afford both your schooling fees and his hospital fees. And so, while he had seen you and been jealous that things looked easy for you, you had seen him and known that Namjoon too was working hard for his dreams- that no dream comes easy or naturally. That’s why you were able to treat him with such kindness and warmth- because he was your fellow dreamchaser.

When he realised that, he started to see the other things that made you great. Your big heart, your genuine and sincere nature, the way your voice captured hearts… you had inspired him. And he’d done something really dumb and embarrassing- he had written a song about you. No, a song for you. Written for your vocals and your style. And to be honest, it was never meant for anyone but him to hear. And then of course you had come across it entirely by accident when you were searching through his phone for a video he had taken for you.

But then something funny had happened. Namjoon has been searching, ever since he began his internship, for the person who would take a chance on him and his music. Who would hear it and love it enough to make it big, and never, in a million years, did he think that person would be you. Of course, your record label had refused, saying that it didn’t fit your image or your sound, but you had fallen in love with the song and you were determined to sing it. You’d recorded the song with him and released it on soundcloud, and of course, your vocals combined with his music… it had blown up.

Your record company had been angry. They had wanted to seize the rights to the song and in an oversight on your part, a tiny clause in your 75-page contract stated that any and all music released by you automatically belonged to them. And thus, Namjoon had lost his first ever song to a big corporate that hadn’t even wanted to give him a chance in the first place. And he’d learned how painful the journey to realising your dreams could be. But that had been nothing compared to you- you were inconsolable, especially when his song only took your career to new heights. The very heights that are allowing you to perform here, at the biggest stadium in your country. The place only the biggest stars even hope to perform in and you were to take the stage as the top female solo act. You had begged him to take legal action, but he couldn’t do it- couldn’t take his song back without harming you. Perhaps that is the most painful part- that he had had to choose between you and his song. And ultimately, you had been what won.

“I’m just happy to see you up there.” He tells you warmly, because it’s true. Gone are the days when he was jealous and angry at the world, for choosing you and not him. Now… after seeing you in every facet of your life, from the angel on stage to the grumpy young woman in stained, unwashed tshirts… He only wants to see you achieve. To climb higher and higher and keep moving and capturing heart the way you have wholly captured his. Once upon a time, it was just him, his music and his dreams, but somewhere along the way you wiggled into his heart and there’s now something more important than his music: You. As much as it hurts to lose his dreams… You are more important to him.

Something flashes in your eyes, an unfamiliar mischief and challenge.

“You’ll be even happier in a moment.” You warn, and he doesn’t even have a chance to ask you what you mean when you step away from him, releasing his fingers and climbing up onto the stage. The next moment you vanish as the platform raises you onto the stage.

Above ground, the cheers grow in intensity. No doubt the screams and cries rumble through the whole city- there is surely not a soul that does not know that tonight, you are taking centre stage. Namjoon smiles as he steps backwards and goes to find the ideal spot backstage to watch the rest of your concert. He’s comfortably waiting at the side of the stage where he can see and hear everything that is happening. He’s about to switch his headpiece back on, when it happens.

The music that booms onto the stage is not your usual opening music. Instead, it’s a familiar tune. A song he had written in private, in some of his darker days when his dreams had seemed far away and unattainable. He doesn’t know how you found it, or how deep you delved into his secret soundcloud account to get the backing track, but it’s playing as the opening song to your concert, for the entire nation who is watching and listening to hear.

“This song was written by a very special friend of mine.” He hears your voice boom through the microphone. “And I need you all to do me a favour- help me get his music out there. Spread the word. Post the videos online. And tell everyone you know whose song this is: Kim Namjoon!”

And then you burst into song, his words, his tune, but better. It’s a song that captures all the hardship of following your dreams, the pain and hopelessness that comes with it, and a song that resides specially in his heart.

“Where there is hope, there is always hardship.” You sing. Due to the controversy of Namjoon’s song for you, it never made it to the live stage- this is the first time one of his songs will be performed live, and it’s on the biggest stage in the country with his name at the forefront. And not a song written for you, but a song carrying a piece of him. This song is unashamedly his and you have just helped him release it into the public.

Namjoon shakes his head in disbelief, hardly believing your audacity, or the way you’ve just shot down your record company. This is a big move for you and with so many people hearing you declare the owner of the song out in the open, it will be much harder for the company to quietly assume the rights. You’ve made a daring move, and risked your career. And for him. The song finishes and Namjoon is not ashamed there are tears pouring down his face. But then what happens next is unbelievable.

“Guys!” You cry. “Do you want to meet him? The man who wrote that song?” The ensounding chorus of “Yes!” rumbles through Namjoon’s heart like a stampede. You turn your head to where he’s hidden in the side of the stage and the smile that you give him is dazzling. You run up to him, and grab his hand. You switch off your mic for just a moment.

“They won’t steal this one from you.” You promise and then you’re stepping onto stage with him.

For a moment, all he feels is a rush of adrenaline as he gaze out onto the huge crowd. He can’t hear anything past the roaring in his ears. But then the buzzing fades and then he hears what the crowd is chanting.

“Kim Namjoon! Kim Namjoon!” They scream wildly. That’s his name they’re cheering. His song they’re going wild to. They’re chanting his name in the biggest stadium in the country and it’s so beyond his wildest dreams that he’s speechless.

And then he glances at you. The stage light catches on your dress and your eyes are filled with a dazzling light that takes his breath away. And he realises something.

Dreams are arbitrary. They can change in a heartbeat. Some will go unfulfilled for all eternity and the second one is filled it’s time to make a new one. It’s in human nature to always be running for more, to be chasing a moving goalpost, but he’s found something better than a dream. Something that he doesn’t have to chase desperately after and never meet. Something that he can stop and stare in wonder. Somewhere he can stay, in warmth and happiness.

And that is you. You’re more than a dream to him. You’re his love.

And he’s yours.

[imagines-of-midgar]

Request: Congrats on starting the new blog! I love your writing a lot and I love that you started a Final Fantasy blog. For the fluff alphabet, may I request C, J, K, P, and X for Sephiroth? (If that isn't too many letters, sorry if it is.) Please and thank you so much for taking the time to do this!

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First ask annnnddd it’s Sephiroth! Love this man to death. Also thank you so much, I’m glad my writing is fine! I hope I’ll be able to improve more by having this blog now as well. <3

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𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇

▻ Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

The Silver General certainly had his expertise in the ways of killing and being a sort of idol to the SOLDIERs and people around the planet. However, as popular as he is—his experience of anything involving talking or comforting is very minimal—nonexistent even. The only people he saw as his friends were Angeal and Genesis. Other than that he was quite isolated from normal life, so when his s/o first had a panic attack in front of him, he was scared, unsure and just didn’t know what to do. At first he thought they were dying since he barely ever got to see panic attacks in person. However, once he realized they weren’t injured whatsoever, he was conflicted. What should he do? Step in? Wait until it stops? He has fairly improved ever since then. He cares about his s/o immensely, so he made sure after the first time it happened to look up what to do in such situations. If his s/o is having a panic attack or feels down, he’ll quietly but effectively calm them down. He usually scoops them up in his strong arms and whispers encouraging words and strokes their hair. He’s very good at it and it works most of the time. If, however, his s/o needs their space. He’ll let them be, that doesn’t mean that he won’t check up on them every now and then, just do make sure they eat enough. He’s very supportive and will always find the time for them.

▻ Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

No, he doesn’t really get jealous. He’s happy for his s/o that they get along with so many people. There is that occasional nagging feeling — like someone trying to harshly pull out his heart, but he doesn’t act on it. He hasn’t experienced jealousy up until he met his s/o. He didn’t see it as jealousy at the start, more like the feeling of not being good enough. Why him? They could have easily chosen someone as poetic, open and relaxed as Genesis or someone as funny and optimistic as Zack Fair. Though, he does trust them. That’s why he never feels jealousy. Though sometimes he does think that some SOLDIERs should stop trying to touch you. If he does hear some stranger dropping a flirtatious comment and his s/o laughs along, then his mood will drop immediately. Still, this oblivious man doesn’t realize that he’s a teeny jealous.

▻ Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Oh well...at first his s/o thought he was a lost cause. His lips are very soft and velvety, but he just simply...pressed them against his s/o’s lips and didn’t move at all when they kissed at first. It was quite awkward and Sephiroth just knew that he didn’t get it right. Though, through the relationship he becomes better and better and now he can take their s/o’s breath away. He is gentle, but can sometimes be quite controlling, such as suddenly taking the lead. He puts all of his love into his kisses since he doesn’t know how else to appreciate his s/o and he feels bad for it. If he initiates kisses, he usually means it in an innocent, daily way of showing them how much he appreciates them. That doesn’t mean the kisses can’t turn steamy, tongues swirling with one another in a passionate dance.

▻ PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Heavy PDA is nonexistent in Sephiroth’s book. He really doesn’t mind the occasional hand holding, after all, he does want people to know who his s/o belonged to. But everything beyond that is a no-go. He thinks that affection is reserved in closed doors and that it isn’t a stranger’s business how his love life is going. He is also partially shy about it, believe it or not. If his s/o ever gives him a kiss on the cheek in public, his face will flare up. He doesn’t brag about his s/o, but sometimes mentiones them in an admirable kind of way. Most people think it’s cute how smitten he is. His eyes light up when something reminds him of his s/o and mentions them to close friends every now and then.

▻ XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He can very well be if he does his best and jumps out of his shell. Not in public though, as mentioned above. He adores kisses and cuddles. Kisses are so soft and full of love, something he didn’t feel most of his life, so he does it every moment he can when he and his s/o are alone. Cuddles are also something Sephiroth just loves. His s/o is much smaller than him, so if they lay with their head against his chest or if he spoons them, he secretly swoons. Even better if they fall asleep. He’ll watch them for a while with a content smile on his face.

[lil-sister-winchester]

Demon Daze

Request- Reader is just a fan of supernatural and out of the blue she wakes up in the bunker. The reader also has anxiety so she has a panic attack when she knows it real

Word count- 946

Tags- @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish @winchesters-favorite-girl @evyiione @the-third-winchester-warrior @iamme0456

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Warning- mention of panic attacks 

Part two

“Well that was one massive fuck you to me wasn’t it.” Closing your laptop you threw yourself back on the bed, reflecting on the scenes you just watched during season 14 of Supernatural. Yawning, your eyes started to droop as you mumbled, “always knew Chuck was a dick.” 

Being a Supernatural fan had it’s up and downs. There was the comedy scenes along with the cast cheering you up but the emotional scenes that came with the show had your heart breaking into pieces. Often thinking about being a hunter you would laugh to yourself. You could barely walk up the stairs without wanting to collapse on the floor, your laziness would not even let you imagine what it would be like. Thankfully you didn't have to worry about that situation anyway, right?

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Waking up in a hot flush you just saw the faint purple light in your veins fade away. Chest heaving up and down you closed your eyes and tried to take deep breaths, “just a nightmare, not real. Just a dream, not real. I’m safe...I’m safe.” 

Opening one eye you looked around and saw you were no longer in your room. Where was your posters? Where was the pictures of your family? Where was your half eaten pizza from last night? 

“It sounded like it came from here.” Hearing a gruff voice you frantically sat up and pushed yourself to the back of the bed. Why did that voice sound so familiar to you? Before your mind could wonder the door was slammed open, “hands up!” 

Throwing your hands up, your eyes were about to pop out of your head as you were faced with your idols- Jared and Jensen. “Who are you?” Jared demanding tightening his gun. 

“J...Jared? Jensen?” 

“You’re name is Jared Jensen?” Jared growled staring at you. 

Shaking your head you tried to stop the tears from falling, “no! I’m (Y/n) (L/n).Where is the cameras?” You asked looking around for the rest of the crew. 

Tilting his head, Jensen slightly put his gun down, “cameras? What are you even on about?” 

“The show...you and Jared are the main stars of Supernatural!” 

The two brothers looked each other, simultaneously rolling their eyes they realised what you were referring to, “We aren’t the Jared and Jensen. We’re Sam and Dean Win-” 

Interrupting Dean you nervously burst out laughing, rubbing your hands together, “Sam and Dean are fictional characters. They don’t exist. This isn’t a real place. I want to go home now. Jared I know you play pranks but this isn't funny. Let me go....please.” Frantically spitting your words out you started to loose the ability to speak. 

Putting their guns down, Sam and Dean slowly started to approach your panicking state. Not even realising Sam carefully grabbed your arm, he made a cut with a silver knife causing you to yelp, snatch your arm away and cower into the corner of the room. 

“Get her some water.”  Dean winked to Sam as he kept his distance yet crouched down to your level. “It’s (Y/n) right?” You nodded through tears, feeling light headed from the lack of oxygen, “right (Y/n), me and Sammy don’t know how you got here,” he threw some cloth at you, “but you said you watched the show?” Nodding again you wrapped the cloth around your wound, “well you know we have to see you are not anything supernatural.” 

“He said it.” You whispered to yourself before looking back up wide in panic. “Holy water...salt.” Looking at the glass Sam brought in you shakily took it and took a few sips, despite the taste. 

Once realising you were safe the brothers sighed in relief and approached closer to you. “Okay (Y/n), I need you to focus on me okay?” Sam said, edging his way closer to you, “can I take your hand?” You nodded and Sam placed your trembling hand on his chest. “Breathe in,” you did as he said, “that’s it, now breathe out.” 

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It took a while but eventually Sam managed to calm you down. Sitting in the bunker kitchen you put your head in your hands, this was every fan girls dream! You were transported into the world of your favourite TV show! Why were you so sad? 

Sitting opposite you, Sam pushed towards you an unsalted glass of water, “we need to figure out how you got here.” 

“No shit Jar-Sam.” You mumbled, not lifting your head up. 

“Did you notice anything before you woke up here? Did someone knock you out? Curse you? Teleport you here?” Dean asked, looking at you with sympathy. You were just a normal kid, how did you get dragged into this? 

Thinking back your mind was foggy, until you remembered, “purple light.” Pulling your sleeves up you looked at the back of your wrists, “my veins, they had flashing purple. When I woke up it faded away.” 

Gently grazing his thumb over your vein, Dean noticed how there was no mark, no indication of witchcraft, no supernatural. “I don’t get it, you look normal, well normal for someone who has been sent far away from home.” 

Tensing up again, Sam was quick to shut Dean down, “but it’s not completely impossible to get you home. We just have to figure out what has caused this.” 

“Easier said than done.” Finally looking up, you showed Sam and Dean your defeated eyes, “what if I never get home?” 

Before any of the boys could answer, your heart rate picked up again as you saw a panicked Castiel run into the bunker kitchen, breathing heavily you saw his eyes darken as he snarled at you, “(Y/n)...what the hell are you?” 

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[achtung-attitude]

CHAPTER 23: Abraxas - Part 1

Moya is thinking about the ocean when Shizuka finds her, standing alone on the grass beneath the overpass between Post Way and Sepulveda Boulevard, just beyond the terminal complex. “What are you doing here?” Shizuka asks, with a serious expression.

Moya looks at her. “... Getting out of the sun. What are you doing here?” 

“I told Jerome to go on without me. I felt… I needed to talk to you.”

“... What is there to talk about? You asked for the truth and I gave it to you.”

“You did. I just wanted to say that I’m grateful…”

“Grateful? All I did was give you bad news.”

“It was the truth. I hope I can rely on you going forward, but I understand if you can’t- ”

Moya squints at her. “What are you talking about? Going forward? Towards what? You’re not… you’re not seriously still going after T’onga, are you? After what I told you!?”

“... You know why I’m in LA.”

“To reunite with your mom! To… reconcile with her, be a family or whatever! Right? I thought I made it clear, that is not going to happen! Not with T’onga, not ever.”

“That’s ok.”

Moya stops, and frowns. “... What?”

“That’s ok,” Shizuka says, candidly, “I’ve known since I got here that my mom might not be a good person. She might even be an evil person. That doesn’t matter, because I don’t want anything you said from her. I already have a family. All I want… all I need from her is the truth. About who I am, where I came from. So that the dark spot from the beginning of my life can finally be brought into the light.”

Moya stares at her. “... You’re not going to give up, are you?”

“Nope!”

Moya stares at her, for a long time. For a while, she can think of nothing to say. Finally she declares, “I’ve got enough nightmares. Seeing you get killed would send me over the edge. I’ll see this through with you, as far as I can.”

“Y-you will?” Shizuka asks, her smile returning.

“Yeah. Of course, it’s easier said than done. I wasn’t lying before, there are players in the Congregation that are beyond dangerous. I don’t know how much I’ll be able to help. Plus, with Tarantula dead and me AWOL, they will be coming down on us. Hard… What’s so funny?”

Grinning, Shizuka shakes her head. “The last time you told me that, that was the exact moment Tarantula showed up!”

“That was just bad timing—!” she begins, then trails off. In the distance, coming up Sepulveda is a sight that makes her blood run cold. She quickly steps in front of Shizuka, to her confusion. 

It is a gleaming white Cadillac limousine with silver hubcaps which seem to glow like ultraviolet lamps in the intense glare of the sun. On the hood is a large silver ornament in the shape of a swooping eagle, light gleaming off its metal talons. It slows as it approaches them, stopping right in the middle of traffic, forcing a trail of cars to stop and raises a chorus of angry beeping.

To this tune, the occupant of the vehicle steps out. She must duck her head low to fit out of the door, and when she stands at her full height, the beeping gradually fades out. Like something pulled from ancient folklore, she stands as large as life itself, clad in silver and blue, her face covered by a mask decorated with white flames.

“Phantasma…” Moya says in a harsh whisper.

Phantasma stares at her, her gaze like a hail of bullets. “Moya. You helped to kill Tarantula. You’ve betrayed me.” The woman in the blue mask raises her right hand. WITCH MOUNTAIN flickers in and out of being behind its users, but Moya herself does not move an inch. Deliberately, Phantasma points at her and says one word: “Challenge.”

Moya winces and shuts her eyes, looking down. She clenches her fists, then releases them and her breath in a shaky sigh. “Challenge accepted,” she replies.

“Huh?” Shizuka says as Phantasma lowers her finger and strides back to her limousine. “I’m sorry, what’s happening now? Moya, is… is that really the lady you mentioned back at the mansion? The… your boss? Why is she wearing a mask? ...Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“... I gotta go… I’m sorry,” Moya says, wiping the sweat off her forehead. She looks straight ahead at the limousine, of which Phantasma has left the door open. The masked woman sits inside, waiting.

“Go? Go where? You can’t be serious…! If that’s really the woman you were talking about, then … I don’t know what her, like, deal is, but I can tell she’s strong just by looking at her! You can’t go alone…!”

“NO!” Moya snaps, turning her head furiously to Shizuka. “You are NOT coming! You are not going ANYWHERE near that woman!” Shizuka is struck dumb by the sudden outburst. “I have to do this alone, and you will stay right here. You are not strong enough to fight her. I won’t have your murder on my hands, got it!? … Goodbye.”

 Moya turns away, giving Shizuka no option to not get it, and stomps to the limo. She clambers inside and looks at the Joestar girl once more, making sure she is still standing there, before shutting the door. It slams shut and echoes around the interior. It sounds like a coffin nailed shut.

Phantasma taps on the glass dividing them and the drivers side, signalling the chauffeur to move. The interior of the Cadillac is immaculate, the upholstery lined with rich Corinthian leather, and the whole cabin is made as cool as a tropical lagoon by the air-conditioning. Moya shivers, but also sweats. She sits hunched over in her seat, hands clasped tightly between her knees. She keeps her eyes on her feet, away from Phantasma sitting across from her, legs crossed. 

The masked woman presses in a leather-clad panel in between the fine seating, and this opens to reveal miniature drinks cabinet. She takes a bottle of tequila and pours it into two gleaming crystal glass tumblers, then presents one of them right in front of Moya’s face. She says nothing. 

Slowly, Moya takes it, fighting hard to keep her hand from shaking. She feels as though the air itself is crushing her. 

“Salud,” Phantasma says, raising her glass and sipping on the alcohol.

Moya raises her own glass and downs the fiery liquid, holding it in both hands. She stares at the glass. The tinted windows make it impossible to tell which way they’re going. 

“How long?” Phantasma asks.

“... How long what?”

“How long have you been a traitor?”

“... How do you know that I am? Maybe I was there to help Tarantula.”

“Tarantula himself long suspected your loyalties were in question. He came to me some time ago, but I dismissed him. Promised to kill him should he doubt you once more. But now he is dead, and my sources confirm witnessing you assisting in his murder, on the rooftop of the C-King mansion.”

“Alright. Then maybe we found the place together. And maybe, we figured out they were the wrong guys, but Tarantula felt like killing them all anyway, because he was a fucking lunatic who turned on me when I tried to stop him. Or maybe I was just tired of his shit.”

“Maybe,” Phantasma says, “but that isn’t the truth.”

“... No, it’s not.”

A heartbeat passes in silence. “How long?”

“... 6 years.”

Further beats pass. The ice in Phantasma’s glass clinks. “... 6 years…”

Moya nods, sitting back in her and looking off to the side. 

“... Since you came back…”

Wordlessly, Moya slowly pulls her badge from her back pocket, presenting it to Phantasma like a naughty child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. The masked woman reaches over, taking the badge from her hand and studies it. Her expression cannot be discerned, but Moya believes she sees the corners of her mouth twitch downward. That is all. She tosses the badge to the side, losing interest. She opens her mouth, then closes it, then takes another sip of her drink. Then, “... And that… girl, in the face-paint? How does she fit into this? I doubt she’s your superior. Much too young, and… liberal…”

“She doesn’t fit into this,” Moya says quickly, “You must promise to leave her be.”

Phantasma stares at her. “Must I?”

Moya swallows once. “… She stumbled her way into our world, chasing fantasies. Just some little girl who started clinging to me after I showed her a bit of kindness. She had no part in Tarantula’s death… or my betrayal.”

The masked woman leans forward in her seat. “Tarantula’s murder. Do you feel nothing for the loss of, if not a friend, then a comrade?”

Moya grimaces, then forces herself to lean forward, meeting Phantasma’s eyes. “Tarantula was evil, and he knew that someday, somebody would take him. The last words out of his mouth was a prayer to his bloody idol. He got what he wanted. He had no regrets… And neither do I.”

This hangs in the air. The two women glare at each other for some time, each waiting for the other to break the eye contact. Like gun-fighters, waiting to see who will make the first move.

It turns out to be Phantasma. Slowly, she reaches her hand into her jacket and produces a silver cigar case. She takes a cigar from inside and lights it, inhaling deeply and releasing a cloud of thick grey smoke, swiftly dissipated by the air-conditioning.

“You and I,” she begins, “were once… very close. And I do not forget, even when others do… In memory of that bond, the final kindness I do for you is to honor your request. While I live, no harm will come to that girl.”

Moya sighs shakily, and bows her head. “... Muchas gracias…”

[holy-hyuck]

What’s Left of You

All that you give Minho is a month to stop loving you. Easier said than done, you fall victim to his calling sooner than you thought possible, even if you know how wrong it is to go back.

Pairing: Lee Minho x Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Genre: Angst, Suggestive

Warnings: Slight make-out.

Song Rec: Mercy by Shawn Mendes

Your fingers traced the outline of your name on the back of the pendant, the silver gleaming in the sunlight coming in through the window. You looked at Minho for a split second, unable to do so for any longer as the guilt built up in you, your heart rattling as you thought of the words that were about to leave your mouth.

He placed the cup of tea - your favourite - on the table in front of you, sitting down so he was facing you.

He sent you a smile, grasping your hands in his, the necklace he gave you for your first anniversary sitting between your intertwined hands. His hair was brown, tousled. His skin shone gold, lips curling upwards involuntarily. His eyes were bright, full of light and love.

He was so beautiful.

You swallowed, your throat dry and scratchy like sandpaper.

"I'm so happy you came. I wanted to call you, actually; this is my only day off this week. I thought that maybe we could go to the cinema. They’re playing that movie we talked about seeing; remember?"

He meant so well but every word stabbed knives in your heart. You couldn't do it, you couldn't do it.

But you had to.

"Um, I actually- I wanted to- Or actually, needed to, talk to you," you said, giving him your best smile, something to ease the pain that was about to come, and knowing you would be the cause of it made you sick.

"You sound serious," he joked, his smile disappearing when the comment didn't make you laugh.

"I am," you admitted, gathering up all the courage you lost when you walked through the front door. "I-"

The dreadful words got stuck in your throat. You sat on these thoughts for a few weeks now, hoping that you'd find a solution to the ever-growing problem, or that you'd be able to shake it off. You loved him, you knew you did, and there was nothing more you wanted than to keep loving him, but the hurt you felt because of him was sometimes too much.

It wasn't his fault; perhaps, it was yours, for falling for him when you knew you could never be. There were so many obstacles between you two, and yet you agreed to be his, your heart forgetting about the downsides at the joy you felt in the moment.

And as you suspected, the joy ride came to an end.

You took a deep breath, your voice shaky despite your attempts to steady it.

"That's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about. I was just thinking; because of your job, I barely get to see you, and I just-” you choked on your words, wanting to swallow them back down. You let out a shaky breath, a cry desperately wanting to rip its way out of your throat as you looked down, your vision blurred from the tears. Although this wasn’t the intention, you let one roll down your cheek.

It felt wrong to look back up and meet Minho’s eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, barely enough for him to hear as you leaned into his embrace, both of you fragile as he wrapped his arms around your frame, unsure, hesitant. “I think we should break up.”

Abruptly, he pulled back, holding you by your shoulder at a safe distance. He searched your face for any signs of a joke, sarcasm, humour - anything. You wouldn't, he thought. You wouldn't break his heart like that. What kind of excuse was this anyway? You knew about his job long before you got together. Was it just too much for you to handle now?

The laugh he elicited was dry and humourless, leaving a sour taste in his mouth. "That's funny." He stood up, walking away, every sound in the room becoming white noise.

You were quick on your feet, calling his name as he continued walking down the hallway, ignoring you even though your voice was echoing inside his head.

"Minho..." Your voice softened, too tired to argue. You knew this wouldn't be easy. It was even harder when he acted like this.

"Don't," he said, his tone matching yours. His back was facing you, making it all the more difficult to decipher his emotions. "Don't say you meant it."

You swore you heard his voice tremble and it was the most painful sound you've ever heard. Your mind fogged and within seconds, you were ready to leap into his arms and apologise. Your emotions were so strong for him; he had the power to destroy you and yet he's done nothing but love you, and that made you feel like a monster. But you knew it had to be done, sooner or later.

“No,” he said, his voice stern and face full of fury as he finally faced you. “No, don't you even dare say that,” he seethed.

“Minho, I can’t-”

“No! That’s so stupid, that’s so fucking stupid of you to say! You knew how it would be! You knew every single consequence of this relationship and now you give up on us? On me? I’ve given you everything, I’ve done everything for you, I loved you through thick and thin and you-”

“But I can’t do it anymore!”

Your voice shattered the bubble he was in, the veil of anger he locked himself in. It left you both silent and empty, thinking of what to say now even though you knew that no words could fix this.

"I can't! It's not easy for me either, you know? I spend my days thinking of what you're doing, wanting to spend time with you, wanting to call you but I always stop myself because I know you're never going to pick up the phone. You're never there, on the other line, the way you promised you'd be. And I can't even blame you because I knew how this would be, and still, every fucking day I miss you more than the last. I crave your touch, your kisses, a stupid goodnight message for all I care. All my friends, when they talk about their boyfriend or girlfriend, they say what they did the other day, or that sometimes all they do is nap together and I envy that because I can't do that with you. I want something that's real. I want to be able to touch you, but you're miles away. You're always so far away. I told you you'd be better off with another idol, with someone who understands. I thought I did, and I thought I was that someone but I'm clearly not who you need."

Your words hung in the air for a minute too long. You knew you said a word too much. You knew you couldn't blame him - he was right after all. But you hated how it felt when you couldn't sleep at night and all you wanted was for him to hold you, but the spot in your bed that he used to occupy was cold and empty.

You breathed out and he watched you, stunned with what you said. He never thought you felt that way, and quite frankly, you didn't think you have either. The splatter of your tear onto the floor brought you back to reality.

"I'm sorry." You bit your trembling lip. His shoulders shook, and you saw the waterfall on his face, his eyes gleaming but not with happiness.

"Don't," he whispered, taking few long strides towards you and burying his face in the crook of your neck, you bodies becoming one as your heart felt the agony you caused him. Your limbs went numb as he held you tighter than ever, afraid to let you go.

"I'm sorry," you repeated, suddenly out of words to say. What else could you say anyway? You already broke the ice, throwing yourself and Minho into the cold water.

"I still love you," he cried, desperately grasping onto anything to prevent him from sinking deeper.

"I love you too." Your words, though sweet, had a cold undertone that didn't comfort him the way they always used to. "But you'll forget me, and I promise, you'll stop loving me. Just give it time."

That day, you left him drowning, clinging onto the air you used to share with him and breathing in what was left of you.

You let the water run down your body, the warmth engulfing you and making you feel just a little less lonely. It drowned out the silence as you inhaled the deep raspberry scent from your shower gel, your mind flashing back to that night in his apartment, the candle sitting atop the coffee table, a stupidly comforting smell that filled you with regret and hurt from head to toe.

Closing your eyes, you felt the water cascading down your face, and you sought out the warmth from it that you were never going to get from anywhere else, now that its only source was out of your life.

Blinded, you found the tap and turned the water off, standing naked in the shower, with nothing but the sound of the laundry machine.

The apartment was empty, so sickeningly silent and dark it made your insides tighten, your heart wrench and you wanted to curl into yourself, sleep the pain away, the way you have for so long now, it feels.

In reality, it has only been three weeks. Every morning, the way you used to wake up to the sound of your alarm and get yourself a glass of cold water was no longer enjoyable. Every evening, the relief of taking off your heavy coat and your shoes was washed away with the reminder of the loneliness awaiting inside your home.

It was a routine you used as a foundation, starting and ending the day the same way; it was a way of keeping yourself grounded, but it has gone too far. It was tedious. It was mind-numbing. It was agonising.

And you couldn't handle the pain.

You've made the right decision, you told yourself. This was your daily mantra, knowing that you couldn't let yourself blame either one of you. It was his job. It was the stars, never aligning your way, separating your galaxies from each other, and you had to tell yourself it was for the better.

Even miles away from you, he gave you the strength of thousands. He made you feel like a lioness, but without him, you were just a lamb.

Never depend on a man, your mother told you, Never make him feel like he created you, like you're nothing without him.

But you couldn't help it. Every waking thought was a reprimand to forget about him, which, in turn, made you think about him all the more.

You must have loved the forbidden.

You took the necklace between your hands, letting it slip between your fingers like sand, knowing you didn’t deserve to feel the cold metal on your skin.

It's for the better, you repeated, training yourself to believe it.

It's not my fault, you convinced yourself, tired of shifting the blame towards him all the damn time, just because you couldn't admit that you broke him and that you broke yourself too in the process.

You truly thought you would be okay. Even if you loved him, your heart, tired of all the hurt, and your brain, trying to keep your sanity, told you it was what you needed to do, even if every bone and cell in your body told you you were wrong.

With a deep sigh, you plopped down on your bed, one hand under your head as the other flipped the phone between your fingers. Suddenly, it rang, startling you, and you let the phone fall next to you.

After regaining your composure, you picked it up, your heart racing as Minho's name flashed on the screen, the same photo from when you were together staring back at you. It's only been three weeks. What could he want?

You debated what to do but your instinct kicked in and you picked up the call, denying the fluttering of your heart.

It was quiet for a second, even though the phone was pressed tightly against your ear, but then you heard sniffing and a broken, fragile voice.

"(Y/n)?" He sounded hopeful.

"Minho," you breathed, unsure of what to say, why he called, or how this conversation would play out.

"Hey..." You could almost imagine the little smile on his face, unable to help the one forming on your face.

Then, he started sobbing and time stopped. You were frozen in place, knowing you couldn't do anything to ease the pain, being so many miles away. He staggered some words out, sometimes only syllables, but nothing made sense in the end. You waited patiently at the other end of the line, feeling helpless.

"I gave myself a month," he said, after what felt like hours, "To forget you. You promised I'd stop loving you but...but it's been three weeks, and my heart can't go on without you. It'll never be the same without you, even after a month will pass by. Even after a year. I can't do this without you, (y/n)..."

His words shot bullets at your heart as you sat in the darkness of your room, eyes squeezed shut and hot tears falling from your eyes, all efforts to stop them rendered useless.

"I can't do this, Minho..."

"Can I just see you? One more time, just one last time. I can't even remember what your face looks like, even if I dreamed of you every night."

You bit your lip, knowing that going to see him would be the biggest mistake of your life; knowing that once you'd see him, you wouldn't survive leaving him again. He didn't know what he was doing to you, the blackness he was spreading in your heart.

"I love you," he sounded through the phone, shuttering your heart into millions of pieces and you ended the call, unable to stand his voice, breaking you over and over again.

But even then, you were already on your feet, even though it was a mistake, because Minho was worth all the consequences that would follow.

Even your heart was in doubt as you stood on his doorstep, your hand shaking as you brought it up to knock on the door. You hesitated; you tried again, bringing your hand back each time. Closing your eyes, you reached out again and your knuckles touched the brown wood before you could back out. Even then, you considered running away, disappearing into the shadows because you knew that no matter what happened tonight between the two of you, even if it would only be a conversation, your heart wouldn't let you let go of him again. It's done that one too many times that now it will shatter to a point where nothing will be able to fix it.

After a moment silence filled with the rustling of leaves, the sound of the heavy doors opening interrupted the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach. It was Woojin's face you came in contact with and he gave you a forced smile, letting you in.

"He's upstairs. I'm going to the shop; won't be back for another hour. Please," He took your wrist in his hand, leaning in so you could hear his whisper, "bring him back."

He left you alone in the hall, the one where you left Minho, and you wished it hurt you less to be here.

You knew the route to Minho's room off by heart. You knew he took the top bunk, that he always had a bottle of water propped on his desk, along with your matching necklace next to it. He always threw his shoes off by the front door of the house, and you always complained to him about it because he did it in your house too.

Walking up the stairs didn't feel the same. Everything from the beige walls to the wood creaking underneath your feet told you that this wasn't a place you were welcome in anymore, even if the door was always open, even if Minho called you twenty times each night, telling you that your place was with him.

Yet again, you hesitated, inches away from Minho's door, but the noise the floor created made him aware of your presence. You told yourself this would be good for you, that seeing him for the last time, letting you both cry all the locked up emotions out would bring you both to the bright side.

Taking a deep breath, you finally knocked on the door, gently pushing it open and letting yourself take everything in. The clothes on the floor, one on top of another until there were several piles pushed up against the wall in an attempt to make the mess Minho's created any more presentable. There were several empty bottles of water shoved underneath the bed, and the bin was filled with tissues to the rim, overflowing.

Breathing in the scent of destruction, you let it contaminate your lungs. The pain in your heart told you you've caused this, but you couldn't let yourself take the blame another time. You had to stop destroying yourself over and over again to punish yourself for being human, and doing what you thought was right.

Minho's gaze fell upon you and a lump formed in his throat. He didn't think you'd actually show up, and now that you did, he didn't know what to do. It was a false hope, calling you in the midst of desperation when his emotions got the best of him and clouded his judgement, and the members weren't there to stop him. He was desperate to let you hear his cries, to see what you did, and that only you could bring him back to life. It was his last resort, his heart unable to cope with the thought of having to let you go. He needed another chance because he knew that if he left you both to suffer in silence, you would bury each other in your memories, and the pain would never truly go away. He knew that if you left, he would have to forget you, and deep down he knew he would never be able to fully let go of you, that you would always be a part of his life, even if he carved your name out of his heart with the sharpest blade.

You ached for him, and it hit you just how much when you looked at him when he was the most vulnerable. His eyes were darker than ever, the brightness killed long ago. He still had so much, you knew. He still had dancing, he still had music. He still had his members, and fans, and family, and yet you knew that it didn't matter that he had all of that, because he had lost you.

Standing in silence, neither one of you knew what to say. Now that you were here, you couldn't just turn back and leave, but the quietness of the apartment tore you apart.

Then, he stood up from the bed, his movements sudden, and lunged towards you as he wrapped his arms around your perplexed form. The air was knocked out of your lungs, your brain unable to comprehend his actions for a second, before you let yourself reciprocate the gesture. You hugged him back, gently at first, then the scent of his cologne, the one he used to mask the fact that he hasn't showered in a day or two, or three even, hit your nostrils and you breathed him in like he was your oxygen, like you would die without him.

"I'm sorry," he choked out, and you hadn't realised he'd been crying until you heard the words. "I'm sorry," he repeated, and you stroked his head, letting the words sink in.

"There's nothing to be sorry about."

"I'm sorry."

He let go of you, looking you in the eyes for a split second before looking at the ground, the corners of his mouth lifting up into a smile.

"I didn't think you'd come," he admitted, and you nodded your head because quite frankly, you didn't think you'd come either.

You took another look around the room, scanning the place that you've been in so many times, and couldn't help but wonder how three weeks apart from Minho made it so foreign, so cold.

You felt Minho's eyes on you, afraid to meet them. When you did, the unmistakable stars in them made you smile. You missed them.

You missed Minho.

"So-"

"I just needed to see you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I have nothing to say. I'm sorry I even called you in the first place. I-I don't know what I was thinking, honestly. It was stupid - I'm stupid."

Biting your lip, you placed your hand on his bicep, your eyes meeting his, and you fought with yourself as to not crumble under his gaze. "You're not stupid. I know what you were thinking - and maybe, I was thinking that too."

You took a deep breath. "But I can't do this anymore. We can't do this. Running back and forth on our emotions, giving each other hope when it died so long ago. I'm sorry."

You let go of him, your hand suddenly cold without his touch. You turned around, the tears in his eyes forming your own and you let your hand linger on the door handle for a second more, a second too long, enough for you to break. Pressing your forehead against the wood, you let yourself cry, your heart unable to cover up the hurt any longer. You let the sobs fill the room, the tears falling one by one until they formed a stream down your face.

You spun around, eyes meeting Minho's and you enveloped him in a hug, allowing yourself to fall apart in his arms, your cries becoming one. At exactly that moment, you both felt your hearts breaking, the lonely halves ripping out of your chests to meet each other and create a whole.

Once you spilled out an ocean, you pressed your foreheads together, your breaths mixing into one. "I'm sorry," you whispered, knowing it was wrong to clutch onto him when you needed to and leaving when you were okay once again.

He looked up at you, tilting your chin up when you wouldn't meet his eyes.

They were dark, the dim light in the room making shadows dance across his face. They flickered between your own eyes and your lips, finally settling on the latter, and his gaze held onto them, just a second too long. He leaned forward, capturing your lips in a kiss and holding you like you were going to slip between his fingertips.

Lost in the moment, overclouded with all the wrong emotions you came here with, with the hurt still present and still nagging in your heart, you brought your hands to his face, and against your better judgement, you gave yourself over to him.

His fingers dug into your skin, leaving crescents on the surface. The pain was pleasurable, fueling the fire between you two. His hands travelled along your body, exploring what he has forgotten in the time apart.

His touch was cold, so different from the way you've remembered him. It reached every crevice of your skin so that he would never forget what it felt like to hold you so tightly against him, to feel your heartbeat against his own chest, the rapid beating a product of his actions.

He was hungry for you and you yearned for him, gripping his black shirt until your knuckles turned white. His eyes were shut close because he was scared that if he opened them, you would be gone, and it all would be just a dream.

His feet moved back towards the bed and he sat on it, pulling you with him. At that moment, you came to your senses, snapping back to reality, and you pushed him onto the bed, eyes wide as you walked backwards, nearly tripping on the trash he had on the floor.

You brought your hand up to your lips, the feeling of his kiss, the stinging sensation still lingering. You got too caught up in it, listening to your heart too much.

"We shouldn't have," you let out in a whisper, your words predictable. He knew you would say this, long before your mind thought of the words.

He knew he should care more about you, about your feelings at that moment. You were conflicted, your brain and heart splitting into two different voices telling you different definitions of right and wrong, both questioning the morals of the other.

Your heart wanted him, but your brain knew he was no longer yours, that you let him go and it had to stay that way. You were torn apart between two universes, nowhere near making the choice you thought you had already made.

You knew it was a mistake to come here, yet you came anyway.

He was selfish when it came to you. He couldn't help it. Every time you came to his field of vision, his mind became a haze, overclouded with his love for you. It was dangerous, he was told, and he knew, but you were worth the risk, worth all the pain.

You both stood in silence, your chests heaving, the effects of the heated kiss still there as you thought of something to say, but no words were good enough.

You both knew you were right, that this shouldn't have happened. But you also knew why it happened, that you both still felt strongly for each other even if you told your hearts to stop feeling, even if you spent night after night numbing yourself.

"We shouldn't have," he repeated after you, the pain exerting through the words.

You nodded, out of words, out of reason. You parted your lips, sucking in the sickening and tense air but anything you had on your mind had already drifted away. There was truly nothing you could do or say to fix this.

The air you left behind you was cold and empty, as one last 'I love you' has died on your lips.

[mingiswow]

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◼ Jaebum

You waited for your boyfriend on the backstage as he performed his new comeback with the boys. You were dating for a few months now, so nobody (except the boys and the crew) knew about you, so every time you would go along with him and the boys, you’d blend as a crew member, a fake earpiece inside your right ear as you watched him with a big smile on his face, bopping to the song.

“excuse me, sir, can you t… oh, I’m sorry” you heard someone say and touch your shoulder, you turned around to find some girls from the group that performed before them. “Sorry. I thought you were from the crew” she bowed and you repeated her gesture, a sad smile on your lips. Which she didn’t notice.

The screams filled your ears indicating the performance was over and their stage debut was finally over. He ran over to you but had to hold himself to not kiss you, simply hugging you.

After the show was over, everyone hopped on the van and started screaming and clapping, their adrenaline over their heads, happiness written all over their face. You were smiling watching your boys so happy when you felt a soft pair of lips on yours and disgusted screams around you.

“We’re going to celebrate today, okay?” your boyfriend whispered in your ear.

You smiled to him but your insides twitched, remembering the episode from earlier. You looked to yourself and bit your lower lip. You were wearing your boyfriend’s oversized shirt tucked inside a pair of baggy sweatpants, sneakers, face almost bare and hair tied in a low ponytail. Then you remembered the sweet outfit the girl was wearing and her cute physic and expression.

You couldn’t help but wonder why Jae was with you, he could have whoever he wanted after all. Why someone like him, so handsome and sexy and talented ended up with someone like you? You felt the insecurity grow in your body, taking over your mind.

The van left you at your apartment to get ready for your date. You considered not going but you couldn’t be so selfish, it was one of the most important days for your boyfriend and you wanted to be there with him and you were sure he wanted you to be there too.

You opened your wardrobe and looked at one specific hanger, the sparkly one that came with the dress you won as a gift from your mom when you graduated in college. You sighed, getting the white flowy dress and put in your bed before heading to the shower.

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You looked at yourself one last time in the mirror. That wasn’t you, not at all, but it was someone worthy of Jaebum’s love. The white dress reached half your tight and the lightness of it made you feel almost naked. You couldn’t remember the last time you used a dress… or a skirt for christ sake. You weren’t used to it. And don’t make me start on the heels. They weren’t big or anything but it was uncomfortable for someone who only wears sneakers and flats.

The buzzing of your phone made you get out of your thoughts.

“We’re here, jagi” the sweet voice of your lover sounded excited on the other side. “Bring your cute ass over here” you managed to let a giggle out, warming the boy’s insides.

You ran - in a figuratively way because you could barely walk on those sandals -  downstairs to the building’s door, finding your boyfriend lazily leaned on the van, arms crossed, his beautiful smile on his lips, that fell as soon as he saw you. Six pairs of curious eyes peeking from inside the van.

“Y/N…” he didn’t even touch you and it felt like your heart was about to sink. “You… you look…” you bit your lower lip, playing with the hem of your dress.

“Prettier?”

“No… I mean, yes, but you are always pretty” his hands laid on your lower back. “You look different”.

“You didn’t like?”

“I did! It’s… Why did you dress like this?” he played with your fingers in the hem of your dress. You lowered your eyes, ashamed of yourself.

“I saw those girls at the show today and...” you sighed. “They all looked so cute and feminine in those outfits and makeup. And I felt like I’m not good enough for you. Not pretty enough for you. I know t-” he cut you off, kissing you deeply, his hands holding your face as yours held his waist. He held you tight against him, your bodies pressed together like your lives depended on it. You melted into his touch, he didn’t have to say anything, you knew you were his and he was yours. He tasted so sweet close to the bitter sadness you held in your feelings.

“Never say something like that again” he whispered, lips still pressed to yours. “You are more than enough for me, you are more than perfect. You don’t need to wear dresses or skirts or heels for me to love you. I fell for the sleepy girl with baggy pants and cute laugh.” he joined your foreheads and you closed your eyes. “Even tho I loved seeing you in a dress, I prefer when you leave your beautiful legs just for me to see” he smirked and kissed your neck, a giggle leaving your mouth.

“Get a room!” Jackson screamed from the van, making you blush more than you already were.

◼ Mark

Mark held your waist as you walked down the beach together. You were visiting his family back in LA and you loved how the beach looked at night.

“I’m so happy you could come with me” he said, his smile almost ripping his face. “My mom and my sisters love you more than me” you laughed at his cute pout and stopped your walk to hold his face and kiss him.

“Yeah but I love you more than them” he kissed you this time. “But maybe I love your mom more…” he shook his head, chuckling at you. “Thank you for bringing me tho. You know how much I love the beach” your head laid at his shoulder as you watched the waves crashing. “It’s much different from the city buzz”.

“When we g…”

“Hi. Are you Mark from GOT7?” your sweet moment was cut short by a couple of girls with excited smiles on their faces. Your boyfriend nodded and they squealed. “Can we take a picture?”

“Sure” your boyfriend smiled and let go of the embrace and you suddenly felt cold.

You watched them from aside as they took their pictures and engaged a conversation about some moments from the groups. You couldn’t help but feel insecure looking at those girls and their cute behavior towards your boyfriend. They were definitely prettier than you, cuter, fashioner than you.

You never worried about your looks but thinking carefully about it, now you were the girlfriend of an international kpop idol, you needed to look more presentable, more feminine. You didn’t want people talking about you least of all about Mark. You knew how the industry was evil when it came to relationships and such, until to that day you didn’t know how JYP allowed you two to date.

“Babe?” you came out of your trance when Mark called you, not realizing the girls were long gone with their pictures. “Where were you tripping to?” he laughed at your startled reaction.

“Markie, I…” you started but were cut.

“Markie? Since when you call me that?” he chuckled.

“Can you listen?” you asked quite annoyed. “I was thinking about going shopping tomorrow” you said, your arms wrapped around him, your eyes looking at him from time to time.

“Sure, I need to buy new sweats anyway” you bit your lower lip. This was how your boyfriend saw you? The well known burning feeling in your eyes started to grow.

You wanted to cry. And you felt ridiculous and weak for it. You didn’t want to care about those things but somehow they managed to be bigger than your confidence. Mark was the most handsome, gorgeous, talented, incredible, funny, amazing, perfect person you knew. And the fact he was stuck with you, someone so… boring.

“Y/N? Are you… Are you crying?” he held your shoulders to look at your face, but you looked down.

“I’m sorry” you managed to whisper before he wrapped you in his arms, holding you tight, warming your whole body.

Mark hated to see you crying, he hated seeing the person he loves the most wrecking and not be able to help because he didn’t know why you were like this.

“Sweetheart. Y/N~ah why are you apologizing?” he lifted your chin to make you look in his eyes.

“I’m sorry I’m not like those girls or… or other girls… I’m sorry… I’ll change” you swallowed a sob, deep breathing before keep talking. “You deserve better, Mark. You are so incredible and so perfect that I feel like I’m not good enough for you. That I’m not girly enough for you” his lips formed a thin line before a tiny chuckle escaped his lips. “Are you laughing, Tuan?”

“I’m sorry, babe” he hugged you tight again, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. You could feel him inhaling deeply. “I fell in love with an idiot”.

“Yah!” you hit his arm. “I’m serious, Mark”.

“And so am I” he laughed at your pout. “Y/N, I love you the way you are. Jesus, if I didn’t would I be with you for so long now?” you denied with your head. “Would I love to put my hand in the back pocket of your jeans? Or give you my sweatshirts because you look ridiculously hot in them and nothing else? Or would I constantly give you new sneakers and clothes so we can match like those couples you see on Instagram?” you shook your head again, your cheeks becoming pink of embarrassment. “Or…” he smiled, taking something out of his pocket and kneeling in front of you. “If I didn’t love you the way you are, would I ask you to become my wife?”

“Mark…” you started to cry again, looking at your boyfriend smiling like crazy to you, tears threatening to fall down as well.

“Y/N L/N, will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?”

“Yes! Yes! A hundred times yes!” he slid the silver band on your finger, both your hands shaking, before crashing your lips together. You two could hear his family and the boys screaming behind you, but that moment was just yours. “I love you, Mark Tuan”.

“I love you Y/N Tuan”.

kill me because mark will be an amazing husband

◼ Jackson

Since a kid, you never were the girliest one of your class, the most feminine, and delicate, and cute. The other kids used to call you Tommy just because you played and were friends with the boys. While the girls were playing house and gossiping about boys and the other girls; you were playing basketball, fight, dirtying yourself playing football. You grew up like this, you were like this, you got friends being like this, and you never cared about it much. Not until Jackson.

After starting dating the Jackson Wang things, however, became different. You started to attend shows, fan meetings, and parties at JYPE. And the last ones were the worst. You looked to the Twice girls, the trainees, Baek A-Yeon and even the crew members and wondered if you were too... masculine.

You didn’t want to admit to yourself but you were changing. You let your hair grow and even dyed it pastel pink - which you didn’t hate completely -, you exchanged your trousers, sweatpants and baggy pants to tight ones, to skirts. Your t-shirts - once full of personality - now were a bunch of tiny cropped shirts and tight bodysuits with vibrant colors and patterns. The only thing you didn’t totally change were the sneakers, you still used them, but you were seen often using heels and sandals.

Every day that you looked in the mirror you saw a piece of you going away, but it was for the best, yours and Jackson’s.

He was on tour by Asia for a few months and due work and college you couldn't see him anywhere else but Seoul. You barely had time to talk with each other either, so your whole change was a mystery to your boyfriend.

When he was finally coming back home, you decided to surprise him. You took the day off, prepared his favorite dish, making sure to call his mom for help so that every pinch of spice were right, cleaned the house and prepared a little decoration for him. When everything was ready, you slid your new pair of underwear - you know, just in case - and the new outfit you bought the week before. You were so excited to finally be able to see him, to touch, to feel, to kiss your boyfriend.

You waited for him at home, pacing back and forth, your feet hurting on that stupid sandal. You kept looking at your phone, checking the time every minute.

The click on the front door made you snap and run towards it. The door opened and, as soon as you saw your boyfriend’s body enter the apartment, you jumped into his arms, hugging him tight and deeply inhaling the smell you missed so much. Jackson was caught by surprise by your action but it took milliseconds for him to hug you back. The odd thing was that his hands didn’t meet the softness of some his hoodies or your warm body, he was greeted with your cold exposed back, too exposed for winter, the feeling of your bones too noticeable on your skin.

He slowly left your embrace to get a better look at you. But it wasn’t you. It wasn’t his girlfriend.

“I’m so happy that you are finally back, Jackie! I missed you so much!” you squealed excited, kissing his slightly open lips, but he didn’t respond to the action. “Jackson? Are you okay?”

“I… I’m tired, that’s all, babe” he kissed you but it wasn’t like always.

“I cooked your fave” you smiled brightly, pulling him to the kitchen with you. You gestured to the table, clapping your hands excitedly. “I ca-”

“Y/N…” you looked at him, he was worried, his expression tender yet sad. “What happened?”

“Pardon?”

“This” he motioned to you, his hands waving up and down. “What is this? Why are you wearing those clothes? And… and why are you so skinny? And your hair, why did you let it grow?” he ran his hands through his own. All he wanted was to come home and hug your cozy and warm body until falling asleep with him rambling about the tour. Not that he didn’t appreciate your effort, is just that he want his girlfriend, the original one.

“You didn’t like it?”

“It’ not that I don’t like it, Y/N, it’s t…”

“So why are you being so mean to me?” you took a deep breath, not wanting to cry but the tears were heavier than your effort. “I’m trying really hard here, Jackson! Do you think is nice, is comfortable for me look the way I looked while every other girl around is prettier?” he tried to say something but you didn’t let, you continued talking. “Fuck, Jackson! It’s freaking hurtful going to places with you and seeing the way people look at me, the disgusted way they look at my face, my body, the way I dress. Going to parties and seeing the girls all sexy and feminine while I’m being called dude, like I am one of the guys. I-I just want to be like e…” this time it was Jackson that didn’t let you finish, holding your face between his hands and kissing your lips, your tears mixing with his own as he deepened the kiss. He broke the kiss, joining your foreheads and looking at your eyes. The loving look that you missed was back.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry that I didn’t notice anything or took you to places that made you feel uneasy” you nodded, it wasn’t really his fault, but you couldn’t talk at the moment. “But I want you to know that I love you the way you are, I fell in love with who you are, both inside and outside. I always loved the fact that you are so unique and that nobody else can compare to you. And I am the luckiest man in this world to be able to call you my girlfriend” he kissed your forehead, then your eyes, nose and finally lips, smiling as he felt you smile against his. “And I will tell anyone who look bad at you to go fuck themselves because you are the most perfect human being in this whole universe” you laughed at his last statement, nodding your head.

“I love you so” you whispered against his lips.

“I love you too, sweet cheeks” he joined your lips again. “Now let’s eat this delicious food and then have some dessert”.

“Shit! I forgot to buy chocolate. I’m sorry, babes” he laughed, pulling your body closer to his, his hands stopping at your butt.

“Who said I was talking about chocolate?” he squeezed your butt, making you squeal and almost fall on top of the table… which happened later…

◼ Jinyoung

He loved you dearly and he never cared about going shopping with you. You usually were fast, knew what you wanted and went straight for it. But not that day. Everything seemed so odd, you passed right away from your favorite store, going to another one he barely knew that existed. It was… not you.

He noticed a few camera’s flashes being directed towards you two and turned to see your reaction. Jinyoung knew you hated all this exposition because of him, that you hated how the newspapers, gossip websites, tabloids, and even some netizens talked about you, about your relationship. But when he saw you waving and throwing kisses at the cameras his brain exploded, he wasn’t understanding anything anymore.

He quickly bowed and waved before going after you in the store. Your boyfriend watched attentively as you picked a few items. You proudly showed him a short yellow plaid dress that looked like it came straight from Clueless. Jinyoung smiled as he sat in one of the sofas in front of the dressing room as he waited for you to finish picking everything and try it on.

“I promise it will be quick, Jinyoung oppa” you quickly left a peck on his lips before entering the small both.

He heard you left a deep sigh as soon as the door in front of him closed, and even though he wanted to know what was going on, he decided to let it pass, he was going to talk to you later. To kill time, Jinyoung decided to scroll through his phone, but he wasn’t pleased with what jumped on his eyes.

“Improbable famous couples: the most handsome men dating not-so-handsome girls.

3. Jinyoung (GOT7) - One of the most handsome faces of KPop and Korean tv recently made his relationship with the student Y/N L/N public. Park Jinyoung, from the boy group GOT7, that was recently on tour on the United States, met his girlfriend on an event at JYPE, where she was an intern. The couple is not often seen together outside but they post a lot of pictures together, especially on her Instagram. But who wouldn’t show off if they dated Jinyoung? Y/N is a very… laid back person, she seems to not care so much about her appearance, being almost 100% of the time seen using large and dark colored clothes that look like she stole from her boyfriend’s closet. A little makeup never killed nobody, right?”

Underneath the text was a picture of one of their dates around town where she was wearing a pair of black sweatpants with one of the new GOT7 t-shirt, she also sported one of the brightest smiles as they talked about some random video of kittens that she saw on Twitter, as he remembers. The whole day passed through his mind like a movie and a smile crept on his lips but soon was gone when he remembered the harsh words he read and your sudden change on the past few days.

Jinyoung’s stomach twitched in pain and sadness as he locked his phone and entered the booth you were just to be hurt again.

“Jagiya” he whispered at you, you were naked, curled up in the little puff in the corner like a ball, your face hidden between your legs as you sobbed. “Y/N~ah, I’m so sorry” he hugged you, pressing his body close to yours, the warmth so comfortable against yours.

“It’s not your fault, Jinie” you whispered, not wanting to look at him. You were so embarrassed, so sad, so destroyed. He deserved only the best. And you couldn’t give to him.

“It’s not yours either. Gosh! I’m freaking pissed you have no idea” he grabbed your body effortlessly, pulling you into his lap. “Listen to me” Jinyoung gently lifted your face to look at him. “I don’t fucking care what those people talk, I don’t care what those people think, the only thing that matter is that I love you and nobody and nothing can change that” he kissed your forehead. “I want you to know that you are the most perfect human being to ever step on Earth” your cheeks turned rosy and you bit your lower lip. “Look at yourself, look at your face, Gosh, Y/N! You are the cutest little thing that I ever laid my eyes on it” you giggled at his little speech.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Jinie” you hugged his neck and kissed him. “I am the luckiest to have someone like you to me” you smiled, your eyes crinkling of how wide you were smiling. “I love you, oppa”

“I love you too” he kissed your smile. “Do you liked that dress?” he asked pointing at the yellow dress from earlier.

“Not gonna lie, it’s really cute”.

“Then is a gift” he kissed you one more time before one of the sellers scolded him out of the booth.

◼ Youngjae

“Baaaabeeee” your boyfriend whined from the living room of your apartment. He was waiting for you to get ready for your date and Youngjae was getting impatient with your delay, you never take long to get ready so he was starting to get worried.

“I’m sorry, Jae” your voice sounded closer as he turned around to meet you. “Shall we?”

“What are you wearing?” the question ringed in your ears, of course he would notice your change.

“A skirt and a and a shirt?” you laughed a little, trying to sound sarcastic like his question was obvious.

“I know that is a skirt and a shirt. I want to know why are wearing it” he lifted from the couch walking slowly over you, his tall frame stopping a step too close from your body. “I’ve never seen you wearing this type of clothing before”.

“I… I just wanted to change” your throat became dry as you remembered the words from the girls in your college.

Youngjae didn’t seem to believe you as he closed the space between you two, his hand slowly traveling the exposed skin between the clothing items, making your skin shiver and the pores to bristle. He noticed your reaction as he smirked, his lips meeting the skin of your neck, leaving soft kisses.

“Yo… Youngjae what ar… Hm…” the words came as whispers and you couldn’t help but moan when he sucked the skin behind your ear. “Jae~ssi. Stop, we have to go. What are you doing?”

“I’ve never seen you so exposed before” another kiss was left in your neck. “You look thriving” you bit your lip and pushed your boyfriend away from you. You knew he wasn’t saying it wanting to be mean but it kinda hurt you.

“You like me better when I dress like that?” your voice was shaky. Damn it! You didn’t want to cry over something so futile like this but you couldn’t help it.

“What? No! I like you at all times. Y/N, what is going on?” Youngjae held your hand and you couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.

“I… The girls from college said mean things about me, Jae. You know that I care too much of what others think about me and their words were so hurtful” he wiped your tear away, listening to you carefully. “And I couldn’t help but think about you and how you deserve someone much better than me, someone much more feminine than me”.

“What? What are you talking about? No one is better for me than you, Y/N, ok?” he held your face between his hands, making you look into his eyes. “I don’t mind how you look or how you dress, all I care about is that you’re mine. Gosh, Y/N! You have no idea how much you mean to me. You are the most perfect person I ever met and the fact that someone judges you from how you dress makes me angry” you smiled at his words. “I like you the way you are, you could walk around naked and I’d still love you”.

“You what?” you blinked a few times.

“I like you the way you are?”

“No, no. What you said after that” you took a step closer to him, your face still between his hands.

“That I’d still love you even i… oh…” your boyfriend’s cheek instantly became red. He was using that word for the first time. “Sorry, I wanted to say it with everything planned out and being romantic and stuff and you’d be so overwhelmed that y…” you cut him off, kissing his lips as you both smiled.

“It’s perfect, Jae” he smiled widely not being able to hold his happiness. “And I love you too” he kissed you again, lifting you up and twirling you around.

“I love you so much, baby girl” he kissed your forehead. “Let’s go? We have a date don’t we?”

“Can I change first? I’m feeling weird” you scrunch your nose and he giggled. You hurriedly ran to your room to change, leaving him smiling like dumb behind.

“God, I’m so whipped”.

◼ Bambam

The trip was supposed to be fun, a celebration of your first anniversary together, was supposed to be the turning point of your relationship where you’d meet his family and everything would be perfect.

However, you weren’t expecting them to not approve your way of being, especially, your way of dressing.

They weren’t mean or anything but they kept showing you his sister’s clothings or the girls he used to be friends with when he still lived in Thailand.

And you knew Bambam wasn’t doing it with intention because you knew how much he loved fashion and loved helping you with outfits, because, after all, you just didn’t dress feminine but you were stylish in your own way.

His mom was throwing a dinner party for their family to celebrate your relationship and the others to meet you as well, but you were feeling anxious, extremely unease as the night was getting closer.

“My sister loves you” he said hugging you from behind as you brushed your teeth, looking at your reflection in the mirror. “And I’m sure everyone else will love you too” he kissed the top of your head. “But not as much as I do” you smiled at his silliness. He left the bedroom and started to look through his clothes. “Khū̀ khwng*, do you want my shirt? That one you like to wear when we go out” you finished cleaning your teeth.

“Thanks, Bam, but I think I’ll put my new dress” he choked on his own saliva when you said the word dress. “What?”

“Nothing is just… you never wore a dress before” you could see his eyebrow cocked while looking at you.

“I decided to change a little. Besides, it’s warm in here and I don’t want sweat” you shrugged, not wanting to seem affected.

“Y/N, what is this all about?” He came closer to you, looking straight to your eyes. You knew he was trying to read you and you knew he always got. “Is this about what mæ̀ said to you?”

“What did she say? I don’t remember”.

“Y/N~ah!” he pulled you back to him when you tried to leave. “I don’t want you to change just because of something like this…”

“Bam~ssi! She’s your mom! Besides, I know she didn’t intend to be mean, she’s just not used to girls being like me” you tried to argue. “You are always so stylish and fashionista and even tho I’m good at it, I’m not girly. Sometimes I wonder how you go out with me without being embarrassed” you finally confessed. You hadn’t realized that you were building this insecurity up from some time now. It was hard to be the girlfriend of an idol, not only that, an idol like Bambam, a visual one, someone that is praised from his looks and ethereal aura. He blinked at you, not quite sure why you were feeling this way.

“I’m sorry to fail you. I’m sorry I didn't realize how you were feeling when you needed me” he held your hands, bringing them to his chest. “You are saying things like these but you don’t realize that you are stylish, it’s not because you don’t wear certain clothes that you aren’t feminine or girly” his free hand caressed your cheek and you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes. Bambam sighed watching you. “You don’t need to change for people to approve you because the only approval you need is your own. As long as you feel good with yourself, with who you are, everything is fine and I’ll support if you want to wear pants, skirts, dresses, heels, sneakers even if you want to walk around naked because seeing you happy is the only matter to me” you smiled at him, pulling his face close to yours and kissing him. Deeply, sweetly, with intention. With love.

“You always know what to say to me and how to make me feel like a teenager with you” he chuckled at your reference to his own music. “I love you, Bammie, thank you for being my biggest supporter”.

“I will always be your biggest fan, baby” he kissed your lips again. “I love you”.

Disclaimer: I know his mom wouldn’t do anything like that but please pretend for the sake of the plot.

*Khū̀ khwng = dear, sweetheart, darling

◼ Yugyeom

“Yah~ look at how pretty they look” your boyfriend of four months said while you were rewatching the MAMA’s red carpet because you couldn’t go with him for obvious reasons. You looked at the idols in the screen and you felt a knot grow in your stomach.

Since you moved to Seoul to follow your dream to be a designer, you started to feel a little down with yourself. You didn’t make many friends, to be honest, you had only one friend, Terence, that was another exchange student. And your classmates weren’t very subtle when talking about you. They exchanged looks while whispering with each other and giggling about their gossip and mean words. Terence used to tell you not to pay attention but it was hard. Since a little kid, you dealt with image standards and expectations, you were the only different from your family. You were far away from ugly, but that’s how you felt from growing up being compared with your older sisters.

And then you met Yugyeom, he was a prince charming at day 0, always praising you even before you guys started dating, always giving you little kiss all over your face and body to make sure you felt admired and loved. However, you never spoke a word about your insecurities with him, about how you hid your curves under big baggy clothes because you were ashamed of them, or how you were always so quiet and reserved because you didn’t want to draw attention to you. You still don’t know how you managed to get yourself someone like Yugyeom, but you were happy. And worried.

“Yeah, they look really pretty” you agreed with him, not wanting to push those thoughts any further.

Your boyfriend left your dorm a little after you guys finished watching the show (and made out a little). As soon as he left you grabbed your phone and started to look through some online clothing stores and watching videos of girls you wanted to look like. You were going to change. You needed to change.

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A few weeks passed and you barely had met Yugyeom because of his tour practice. He wanted you to go to the studio to see him and meet the boys but you always refused, not because you didn’t want, but because you were afraid of what would happen if people saw you and him together and, more than that, you were afraid of the boys not liking you.

You guys had decided to hang at your dorm again, prepare some food, stay together to spend his last free moments before the tour to start. You wanted everything to be perfect, you wanted him to see your effort and see that you were pretty.

You spend the whole week thinking about your outfit and your makeup, and, now that you were wearing it, it didn’t felt like you expected. You weren’t feeling wonderful like you thought it would happen, you weren’t feeling like yourself. The skirt was uncomfortably tight and the cropped shirt was showing more skin than you expected, your boobs looking squeezed tight in the red fabric. The sandals were far from comfortable, they were cute though, but hurt your feet with each step. Oh, God! What a sacrifice you were doing for him.

The doorbell rang and you ran excitedly, almost tripping on your own feet, to meet his beautiful smile you loved so much. When you opened the door, his smile dropped, his eyes scanning you up and down. You tried to keep your smile like you weren’t scared by his sudden change of mood.

“Hi, Yugy” you hugged him, but he didn’t hug you back. “Is there something wrong?”.

“Hi, jagi” he quickly pecked your lips. “No, I just was got by surprise with your outfit and… your body” he whispered the last part, but you managed to listen, your cheeks flushing. “Can I come in?” you nodded. “What’s the occasion for such outfit?”

“You liked?” you asked, twirling around but almost tripping, but being held by Yugyeom before such act to happen.

“It’s… different” he answered and you tried to read his tone and expression, but you couldn’t. “I mean, you look gorgeous both in sweats and hoodies or this tiny silly outfits” he sat on the sofa, motioning to the place beside him, which you gladly took.

“So you didn’t like?” you couldn’t help but feel a little sad, a few weeks ago he was praising those girls and now he was calling you silly?

“It’s just I’m not used with you wearing so little clothing and… I can’t help but stare at your body” he looked at your uncovered legs and then to your eyes, a shimmer dancing on his own. “Do you have idea how amazing your body is?” his confession got you by surprise, your cheeks flushing.

“Yah~ You’re making me embarrassed!” you whined, hiding your face in his chest.

“Is everything okay, Y/N? For real” he asked you, concern in his tone. “I know that you hate these type of clothing because you think they're too revealing. And now, out of nowhere, you appear with a skirt that’s…” he stopped mid-sentence, not knowing what words to use.

“What do you think of me?”

“What?”

“What do you think of me, Yugyeom? Like, honestly. Do you think I dress like a boy?” he winked a few times, opening his mouth but no word coming out. “I knew it” you stated, trying to leave the sofa, but the boy pulled you back, holding you tight.

“Where do you get these ideas? Princess, you are so precious, you are funny, smart, great at cooking, great at kissing, and you are gorgeous. No! You are perfect!” he lifted from the furniture and effortlessly pulled you into his lap, carrying you to your bedroom and putting you in front of the mirror. “You know what I see when I look at you?” you denied. “I see the person that owned my heart with just a smile and a laugh, a person that I can talk about anything and will listen to me even if you can’t understand a thing I’m saying. I see someone that just the thought of her makes my day brighter and happier, someone that using a trash bag can look like a goddess from the mythology” you turned around to look at his eyes. “I see someone that left everything behind to follow her dreams. I see a fighter. I see a strong independent woman that doesn’t need anyone else approval” you felt tears starting to run down your face.

“Yugy…” you whispered. “I’m sorry for being so insecure” you finally managed to say.

“It’s not for me that you have to apologize to” he turned you around again. “Say sorry to yourself because I’m just your boyfriend, but you are you, you must love yourself like nobody else” you nodded and felt his lips kissing gently the top of your head. “Now take these uncomfortable clothes off and put something else. We are staying home and cuddling until you want to get rid of me” you laughed at the boy’s statement.

“That won’t be possible, sir” you turned around and hanged yourself on his neck. “Because I don’t plan to let you go so soon” you smiled and kissed his lips.

“Good. Because I don’t plan to ever let you go”.

[ne0angels]

WHAT ARE YOU HIDING || HUANG RENJUN

Request : Renjun + fluff

Warning & Theme : None, Idol!Renjun, blushy jun probs

A/n : late for Jun's birthday buT Happy birthday to the most adorable boy xx This is actually two reqs in one.

Renjun made sure the door was locked, and he waited to hear any incoming footsteps. His eyes wandered back to his phone, where words after words were written. He smiled as he continued reading. If the boys knew he was reading fanfiction, his head would be on a silver platter and the boys wouldn't ever stop laughing.

Heck, if you knew about how he would replace all the oc names with your own name, and blush at every cute or steamy scene, you'd be the one to tease him to his death.

On that note, he couldn't help smiling when the fanfiction had 'you' kissing him, and all he could do was imagine you and him.

Just talk about whipped culture.

As the fanfiction renjun closed the gap, putting his hands on her- no, your waist, he could feel himself get flustered. He would never have done that. On second thoughts, he shook his head, smiling, he probably would have, being around you made him lose every single one of his rational thoughts.

"jun baby?" He immediately stood up from the bed, standing straight, his hands behind his back. His eyes widened when he saw you by the doorway. He realised you were wearing that hoodie of yours that he liked the best, as it really made you seem cute like a puppy and made his heart swell with love and happiness.

"W-what are y-, oh did the boys give you a key?" You were smirking as you eyed the boy, your eyebrow raised with interest. "What are you hiding renjun?" His eyes widened even more, if that was possible, but enough of an answer for you.

You started attacking the boy, making him run all over. He tried his hardest to avoid you, jumping on the bed, rolling out of reach, hiding behind the chair, even rushing out of the room and into the living room. "Renjun I swear if you don't have over whatever you're hiding im-" He stopped, smiling sweetly. "You'll what?"

"I'll do this," You jumped him, literally, your arms wrapping around the boy, and almost on instinct, the boy wrapped his arms around you, forgetting what he had been doing as he staggered backwards, just a few steps. Stealing his phone skillfully, you placed a kiss on his lips, jumping back down.

He smiled, then frowned, a expression of relief replacing the frown before he gasped again. You knew his password after all! He could only stand and look at your face for any reaction. The smile had his heart beat racing. Did it mean you find it weird and unlike him?

Did you actually find it funny?

"Y/n turned around hurriedly and her eyes widened when renjun approached her-" Renjun smirked momentarily, that heart fluttering smirk, just as your eyes actually widened. He was closer than where we has standing moments before. "I'll tell you what happens next" He whispered. It felt right to be talking in whispers, even when both of you were alone.

His hands pulled you closer by the waist, not looping around your waist, just there, placed on your sides, feeling the warmth of your skin. He closed the gap further, taking a miniscule step towards you. "Huang-" Immediately he moved forward, kissing your lips slowly, barely like a whisper on your lips, "Shh, this isn't how it goes" The damn fan fiction.

"This is where I realise, I'm so madly in love with you" He points out, closing his eyes just for a second. "And this is when-" He kisses your forehead, a lazy kiss, with no hurry, his lips only moving to kiss your nose. "when I tell you I cannot live without you" If there was any fear or hesitation before, it flew right out of the window. Your hands moved to his shoulder, placed quite like renjun's. Just feeling his soft skin emit heat.

"You know it already, but I love you baby" You laughed, being unable to help it. It felt so weird to hear your laugh ring around the room, as your body shook from the laughter as you remembered how long it took for renjun to actually call you baby at the start of your relationship. "Shut up, I'm trying to confess here"

With lips sealed, you looked at him innocently, a smile threatening to break out. "I really have no idea, when this all started. Honestly, I couldn't even think of you as 'girl friend' material, you laughed so loud, you were always up to something, and too touchy for my liking-"

"God you made me addicted even before I could realise what was happening. I love you. I love you so much, and now I'm unable to imagine a life without you" Renjun could feel you turn stoic as you heard his words. He wanted to smile, but at the same time he couldn't help with a straight, sincere face. "Huang, I love you so much" You said, finally hugging him.

Renjun didn't know when he strayed away from his joke, when the fanfiction turned into reality and he actually fell in love. All he knew was, there was a time when he didn't believe in love, but now, if someone asked him what love was? He'd point towards you.

[k-llama-llama]

Holiday Chances

Monsta X AU: 8th member

Zoey x Monsta X

25 Days of Zoey: Day 22

Zoey has a little run in with Seungcheol at a Christmas party. Will she regret it?

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“How do I look?” Zoey gave another spin in front of the mirror.

“Gorgeous, of course.” Jooheon told her. “Why are you so worked up?”

“Because,” She explained, “this is a really fancy Christmas party. And only a few idol groups got invited. I have to make a good impression.”

“In that dress...trust me, they’ll be impressed.” Changkyun told her, looking up from his phone.

“Don’t encourage it.” Kihyun scolded.

Zoey spun to face Kihyun with a grin on her face. The dress code for the event was formal, so all of the boys were in suits. The stylists had wanted to put Zoey in a black dress so she would match, but she’d fought tooth and nail to get a red dress. It was off the shoulder, exposing a bit of her back but none of her cleavage. The deep red colour with a slight shimmer was gorgeous, and it made it even more impactful when Zoey’s leg peeked out the slit in the floor-length gown.

“Sure there isn’t another reason you’re trying to look all pretty?” Minhyuk teased. “Seeing as how a certain boy group will also be there.”

Zoey face the mirror again, playing with one of the pins in her hair. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t.” Hyungwon snorted. “Here, let me help with your hair.”

He pinned up a strand that had actually fallen loose from the up-do, and then it was time for them to enter the party.

Zoey linked her arm through Wonho’s, clasping her silver clutch (which matched her heels) in her other hand.

“My lord, you look dashing.” She teased.

He grinned. “My lady, you are the fairest maid I have ever seen.”

“Losers.” Minhyuk muttered. “Let’s go.”

They were escorted out of the dressing room and towards the staircase where pictures would be taken by the press. There were no photos inside the actual event, but there was a huge crowd of reporters gathered to catch a glimpse of idols, actors and even politicians in all of their finery.

Zoey did her best to keep her face completely neutral as they descended the stairs, despite the flash of cameras that bombarded them. As one of the only female idols attending, it was natural that a lot of the focus would be on her. Not to mention that her group-mates all looked incredibly handsome.

The second they passed through the wall of photographers Zoey was able to let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. The room they entered, which was in actuality the lobby of a hotel, had been outfitted into a massive holiday party. People were milling about, talking casually but with a professional air that made all of them pause in the doorway.

“Do we divide and conquer?” Shownu asked. “Because snacks are over there.”

“And so is Seventeen!” Jooheon exclaimed. “I vote we go check out the snacks.”

“Seconded.” Zoey said weakly.

They wove their way through the crowd, Zoey still clinging to Wonho’s arm. She was pretty confident that she could manage walking in heels, but she did not feel like peeling herself off the floor if she ended up being wrong.

The second Seventeen realized who they were, they all waved. Normally there would be a more enthusiastic greeting, but the formal setting seemed to be encouraging quiet.

“Zoey!” Jun exclaimed as they stepped close. “You look so pretty.”

“Thank you.” She blushed, standing next to the table and immediately reaching for a piece of cheese.

“What about us?” Jooheon demanded, “do we not look pretty?”

Hoshi snorted lightly. “You all look great.”

“And you all look very handsome.” Zoey told them with a smile. 

It was true. All of the boys of Seventeen were wearing suits, of different fabrics and patterns, but all complimentary to each other. Zoey then realized that not all of the members seemed to be present.

She looked around, taking mental attendance of all of the faces.

“Zoey? What are you doing?” Hyungwon nudged her as he reached for some food.

She shook her head. “I think I’m losing my mind. Where’s Seungcheol? I only count twelve of you.”

“Seungcheol is right here.” Mingyu stepped to the side, revealing Seungcheol, who seemed to be desperately chugging a glass of water.

“See?” Zoey laughed. “I’m losing my mind.”

“I’m sure that’s why you were looking for him.” Minhyuk whispered in her ear.

She brought her heel down on his toe.

For the next little while, they stood around and chatted quietly. Zoey was friendly with all of the boys, but she couldn’t help but notice that Seungcheol wouldn’t meet her gaze. The only time he interacted with her was when he passed her a glass of cider from a waiter’s tray. Zoey did not like feeling like something was wrong, which almost painted a frown onto her face.

“Oh look!” Dokyeom said, pointing to the front of the room. “The entertainment is starting!”

“What’s the entertainment?” Shownu asked.

“Apparently it’s top secret until they’re onstage.” Seungkwan told them. “But the popular theory seems to be Ailee.”

“Really?” Changkyun gasped. “Do you want to go up and see if we can see better?”

A crowd was indeed forming around the stage was staff set up instruments, and it looked like they would have to push they’re way through it.

“Sure.”

“I’m down.”

Zoey shook her head lightly. “I’ll pass. This dress wasn’t really meant for close combat.”

“Do you want me to wait with you?” Shownu asked.

“Of course not.” She laughed. “I’ll just go wait out of the way. Maybe over there, where I can see clearly without fighting for my life.”

She was pointing to a little archway set on the outside of the room, where there were not many people milling around.

“If you’re sure.” Kihyun said. “Come grab us if you need us.”

“I will.”

She made her way over to the archway, settling herself onto the bench underneath it. The archway itself was made of beautifully woven flowers, and she contemplated taking a picture of it before she forced herself to turn her attention back to the stage.

Ailee came out on stage, to loud applause. As soon as she launched into her first song, the lights in the room dimmed, and almost everyone gathered around the stage.

“Mind if I sit here?” A voice interrupted her thoughts.

She looked up, slightly startled. Her heart calmed a little, but just a little, when she saw that it was Seungcheol.

“Of course.” She smiled. “Please.”

He sat next to her, leaving a comfortable amount of space between them. They watched the performance in silence for a few minutes, before Zoey decided to spark up some conversation.

“Didn’t feel like staying in the crowd?” She asked, leaning close so that he could hear her.

He shook his head. “It was just too pushy. You had the right idea, staying where it’s calmer.”

She shrugged. “I just didn’t want to ruin my dress. There wasn’t much thinking behind it.”

“Um, yeah.” He cleared his throat. “You look really nice, by the way.”

She was certain that she was blushing. “Why thank you, Seungcheol. You look very handsome, too.”

“Thanks.” He bit his lip slightly.

Some of the lights from the stage flickered over the crowd, drawing Zoey’s attention to something that was hanging over their heads.

“Oh.” She breathed.

Seungcheol followed her gaze, feeling himself forget to breathe when he spotted the mistletoe above them.

“That’s...that’s funny.” He finally offered.

“Yeah.” She agreed. “I didn’t know people still put up mistletoe at parties. It seems like an old tradition.”

“Yeah, no one even does that anymore.” He laughed nervously.

Zoey took a deep breath, feeling emboldened. Likely her courage had something to do with how good she thought she looked in the dress, but she decided to take a chance.

“I mean...it is tradition.” She said quietly. “It’s not polite to break tradition.”

Seungcheol looked to her with wide eyes. “Zo...?”

She gave a slightly forced smile. “And, I mean, no one is even watching. “

This was also true. Everyone in the nearby vicinity was busy watching Ailee perform one of her powerful ballads.

“That’s true.” He agreed softly. “Should we just...?”

“Sure.” Zoey smiled. “It’s a Christmas tradition after all.”

She had no idea where all of this confidence was coming from, especially considering the fact that she’d only kissed two guys in her life, and one of them had been Changkyun. But some little voice in the back of her head kept egging her on.

He scooted closer, leaning in slightly. “Do we just...”

Zoey leaned in and pressed her lips against his, shutting her eyes firmly. After a split second hesitation, his lips started to move gently against her own. She leaned in to it, feeling his hand clasp gently onto her own, which was resting in her lap.

When he pulled away, Zoey was in a slight daze. And from the looks of it, so was he. His eyes opened, staring into her own, still looking shocked.

“I’m sorry-” He began.

“It’s okay.” She said quickly. “Um...I kissed you first.”

“Yes, but I ...um, kissed you back?” He said nervously, his eyes drifting from her eyes to her lips.

“Ah...” Zoey leapt to her feet. “I need to go.”

“Wait, Zoey!”

She hurried off towards the crowd, gabbing onto the jacket of the first of her boys she could find. It happened to be Shownu, who turned when he felt her pull on him.

“You joining us?” He shouted over the noise.

She shook her head. “I need to go.”

“What?”

“I need to go, now!” She said frantically.

“Okay.” He agreed without hesitation. “I’ll walk you back to the dressing room, and we can text the guys.”

She nodded thankfully as he placed a hand on her back and led her out of the crowd and towards the door.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong?” Shownu asked quietly.

Zoey turned, seeing Seungcheol approach Woozi and whisper something to him with a frantic expression on his face.

“Maybe.”