#x1 fanfic

[chanis-banani]

Forget Seungwoo, you two are now my no.1 nemeses.

The Dock of the Bay (m)

Pairing: Han Seungwoo x fem!reader

Summary: The night is beautiful, the water is fine, and you aren’t afraid of anything. Except maybe getting caught.

Word Count: ~3k

Tags/Warnings: mature content (minors dni), skinny-dipping, pwp, established relationship, they’re both brats your honor

Author’s Note: @chanis-banani eat my ass <3

You’d never admit it, especially not to him, but Han Seungwoo deserves full marks for this date.

He sent you a link this afternoon to a restaurant for a type of food you’d never tried before, stating a time later that night and “be there”. You responded with the middle finger emoji for the bossiness, to which he replied “they’ve got your favorite whiskey and I just got paid, so it’s on me”. You immediately replied with the halo emoji, then “yes sir” and a wink. He said “thought so, little brat” and indulged your ensuing indignance.

Ghanaian food, it turns out, is absolutely delicious. You’re not sure why they have your whiskey there, since it isn’t Ghanaian, but maybe it’s just that the restaurant is local. One of the guys from Seungwoo’s pickup footie team comes out from the kitchen to say hey and offers you both another round on him, so you’re pleasantly buzzed by the time the two of you exit into the warm evening.

You love the way urban places are at night, and you think Seungwoo must know it. You love the way the temperature mellows, the way all the street lamps and storefront signs create a comforting glow in the dark. People are still out, but with less of a hurry or end goal, enjoying the same thing you are.

Seungwoo ends up guiding you both to the waterfront to meander along the boardwalk. Things are alive out here, hopping with snack vendors and entertainers and game booths. Seungwoo offers to try and win you a prize at a game, something he knows you’ll roll your eyes at him for (when has he ever been known for gentlemanly chivalry?) and he laughs when you do just that.

You do indulge in a fortune teller together, just for kicks and giggles, and the woman reads your palms. You’re pretty sure she’s besotted with Seungwoo, because she says something generic about you and then says, “careful with this one. He’s trouble. The good kind” about Seungwoo, with a wink.

You cross your eyes at him when he waggles his eyebrows at you.

He catches you staring out at the water a few times before taking your hand and suggesting you both go down to the shoreline. You both step over a low-hanging chain holding a “Closed: No Visitors Allowed” sign on it and ditch your socks and shoes nearby, wandering barefoot in the sand.

Your whiskey buzz from before has worn off, but the warmth of it has lingered in your blood, kept everything around you lovely. Even Seungwoo. You find yourself staring at him as he scours the shoreline for skipping rocks. The reflection of the moon on the water lighting his face, the breeze off the water ruffling his hair, gives him an unfairly ethereal aura. Unfair because his demeanor is never, ever ethereal; why should he get to look the part?

He tries to teach you how to skip rocks, finding more underneath a large, empty fishing pier farther down the shoreline. You learn to copy his stance and the flick of his wrist perfectly, but nothing ever skips. You don’t like him besting you in things, so to distract him you grab the hem of your shirt and peel it up and over your head.

Seungwoo’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline.

“Is it my birthday?” He teases, gaze trailing over your newly exposed skin.

You roll your eyes and try to ignore the way his gaze makes your skin feel hot. You feign nonchalance as you half-fold your shirt and set it aside to reach behind you and unclasp your bra. “I want to go skinny-dipping.”

“What, here? Now?” He glances up and down the shoreline, then above your heads at the silent fishing pier above you.

You smile and turn your back to him teasingly, nudging your bra straps off your shoulders and removing it. “Why not? Too scared to join me?”

“Could get caught.”

You grin at him over your shoulder. “Isn’t that part of the fun?”

“Your definition of fun is interesting,” he says, but he’s grinning, too.

You turn back to your task and laugh when you hear the rustle of his own clothing.

He’s done faster than you, not bothering to be neat and leaving his clothes haphazard on the sand. You turn and watch him wade into the water as you finish folding your jeans, silently admiring his back muscles and what little ass he has to speak of while he can’t see you doing it.

He turns back in waist-deep water when you start wading in after him. He watches you with lazy heat, gaze trickling down your body from head to toe with unashamed lust.

You keep wading and fold your arms across your chest, fully aware it makes your tits look good and pretending you have no idea. “Staring is rude.”

“Uh huh,” he says absently, staring anyway. You can feel his gaze like a hand on your skin, especially when he lingers below your navel.

You kick at the water and splash him. He coughs in surprise, hands lifting and wiping the water from his face up into his hair.

“Perv,” you say lightly, smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.

His grin is wolfish when you come to a stop in front of him.

“It was your idea to swim naked in public and I’m the perv?”

He makes a compelling argument, but you’ll never admit it, so you splash him again.

He laughs and reaches out lightning-fast to catch your wrist before you can splash him a third time, grinning when your attempts to pull it free go in vain.

“Easy, little firecracker,” he murmurs, wading backwards into deeper water, pulling you with him.

You splash him with your free hand, and he grins and ducks fully underwater, letting go of you entirely. A moment later, you shriek as a hand on your ankle yanks you under, too.

You emerge, spluttering, a few seconds later to a grinning Seungwoo, rivulets of water flowing from his hair.

“Not fair,” you protest.

“Cry about it,” he suggests, biting his lip and splashing you full in the face before diving away.

You give chase, the two of you splashing and giggling and swimming farther out underneath the pier. You end up piggybacking him when the water becomes too deep for you to stand upright, and his hands settle under your knees, thumbs rubbing little circles into your skin.

You hook your ankles together around his front, and they brush faintly against a little thatch of hair low on his belly, and a smooth hardness.

You grin and hide your face in the crook of his neck. “Isn’t the fear of getting caught being publicly indecent supposed to kill libido?”

He sighs as you begin sucking a mark into his skin.

“Tell that to the body part of yours radiating a thousand degrees against my tailbone right now,” he says.

He makes another compelling argument, but you once again don’t want to admit it, so you suck a little harder at the spot on his neck.

He manhandles you around before you can protest until you’re piggybacking him from the front. Even in the dark beneath the pier, you can make out the smile on his face, one that feels especially fond. You love it, and it also makes some feeling in your chest squirm a little, so you lean in and kiss him before you have to think much about it, before he can say something dumb and ruin it.

He sighs and runs his hands up your thighs and hips, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you firmly against him. It’s different to kiss him like this, your mouths slick from swimming, naked bodies weightless and brushing into each other with the gentle swell of the water. You could easily get addicted to it. He’s an infuriatingly good kisser, as always, no other way to describe it but as somehow kissing you with his whole body. Every inch of him is into you, invested in the teasing, openmouthed kisses he’s engulfing you in, and maybe you were thinking of getting him to do exactly this, and that’s why you’re hot and bothered.

You get so lost in the building heat of kissing him that you make a noise of surprise when your back bumps up against something. Seungwoo only kisses you harder, one hand leaving your back to brace against whatever you’re leaning against—one of the posts holding up the pier, you realize—and the other guiding you closer to him. He grinds his hips into the scorching warmth of yours, unhurried, the water making the glide smooth. You both groan into one another’s mouths at the feeling. Your fingernails instinctively dig into his shoulders, both for purchase and in appreciation for the slow, hard way he’s grinding just right along your clit.

His mouth leaves yours and begins sucking a path of leisurely, biting kisses along your jawline. One of his hands weaves into your hair, angling your head so he can continue trailing the wet kisses down your neck. You can hear the swell of your racing pulse in your ears, the way each breath you take comes a little quicker, a little shallower. Lust shimmers under your skin, lighting up under his other hand, now coasting stealthily down the front of your body.

You moan and thump your head back against the post when he cups you firmly between your legs. Fuck, you need this. He lifts his head and covers your mouth with his again, kissing the breath out of you until your head is spinning and your body is aching for more of him. His pace is still deliberate and measured, fingertips massaging slowly up and down the swollen, parted opening of your body. You wriggle your hips, working to get him to touch the places that yearn to be petted most.

His hand tightens in your hair, securing you in place. You feel him smile into your mouth before he nips at your lower lip.

“Be good and hold still,” he murmurs, lips trailing along the water-slick curve of your jaw and brushing over your ear, “or I’ll make you wait longer to get what you need.”

Ugh. You huff out an exasperated breath. He always does this, always ruins a perfectly nice thing by challenging you to “be good” in some annoyingly pliant way. Be good, hah. What if he just gave you what you wanted when you wanted it, for a change? Would it injure his ego that much?

You grin and squirm in his hold, trying to snap your legs shut, but he’s right between them and won’t budge. Determined now, you keep fidgeting against him, trying to get away, fighting not to give him the satisfaction of teasing you. He lets go of your hair and grabs at your hip, trying to keep you in place, but the slippery nature of being submerged in water works against him and you slip free. You dive aside with a laugh, Seungwoo hot on your tail.

The two of you wrestle with one another, the water thrashing into choppy, bubbly little waves around you. Your mistake is letting him corral you into deeper water, where you don’t have the leverage of the ground. After another brief struggle, Seungwoo succeeds in pinning your arms immobile behind you, your back to his front. You strain your legs for the ground, pointing your toes and slicing them through the water below for purchase, but you can’t find it. In the end, you have to settle your feet against his shins just to keep your chin above the water.

Seungwoo is panting hard but grinning in triumph against your temple. He tsks at you.

“All that just for wanting to give you a nicer orgasm,” he says. “Amazing we didn’t attract any attention.”

Your body betrays you, thrilling back to life when his hand not securing you in place slides down your front again.

You gasp wildly, nearly choking on the water around you, when his fingers part you with ease and two of them sink inside you all the way to the knuckle.

Seungwoo’s smirk drifts from your temple to the shell of your ear. “Better keep quiet or someone might hear.”

You open your mouth to tell him just what you’d make them hear, just as his fingers crook inside of you roughly, right into a spot so sensitive you can’t think straight. You make a choked, gurgling noise, panting and fighting to keep your wits about you as he keeps massaging his fingertips right into that spot.

He chuckles, sucking a kiss to your earlobe, before snapping his wrist and fucking his fingers into you sharply. You moan out, conflicted between the desire to ruin his plans and the desire for him, for this. You try experimentally to wriggle away from him, failing.

“Mmmm,” he coos, building a steady but harsh pace. “Can’t move. Can’t struggle. So good and obedient for me.”

Horny rage floods your mind at “obedient”. How dare he? You lift a foot away from his leg to kick him, but you only lose your balance and slip sideways. His hand stays exactly where it is, meaning you fall hard into the thrust of his fingers. A desperate moan punches out of your chest against your will.

He makes it worse and grinds his palm hard into your clit, sparks of pleasure threatening to weaken your muscles.

“If you wanted it harder you could’ve asked,” Seungwoo purrs, and you can hear his grin.

“Oh f-fuck you—ah!”

You scramble to re-balance your feet against his shins as he picks up a harder pace. God. Fuck. Every rough thrust of his fingers is delicious, maddening. You can hear yourself laboring for breath over the gentle lap of the water, and then, worse—the distant murmur of voices.

Seungwoo finally releases your arms and covers your mouth, tilting your chin up an inch. You grasp up at his shoulders to keep yourself upright in the water as he takes another step deeper.

He presses your body firmly back against his, mouth at your ear again.

“Keep quiet unless you want them to hear how I make you come.”

And then he starts fingerfucking you harder than before. Your eyes roll back into your head; holy shit, that’s perfect, that’s so infuriatingly perfect. Fuck, it’s not fair. Footsteps continue closer from the shore end of the pier, and you bite down hard on your tongue to stifle all the pitiful noises you want to make. God, you want to be mad at him for this, but the threat of being discovered is only sending a spike of heat down your spine.

Seungwoo, for the brutal pace he’s setting, is keeping surprisingly quiet. Being further submerged in the water has kept any movement of his arm from making splashes. This hardly seems fair. Too easy for him. You let go of one of his shoulders and fumble behind you, down low on his torso, towards the solid protrusion pressed against your back.

You hear Seungwoo’s breath stutter as you wrap your hand around him and pump, attempting to keep pace with how his fingers are drilling into you. He thrusts sharply into that little sensitive patch inside of you in warning. You work desperately to keep pumping even as the pleasure fogs your mind. He startles you and bites down hard on your neck beneath your ear, muffling the quietest of moans into your skin.

The footsteps, as well as muffled voices, linger in place from down the pier. Your mind feels hazy, too many things to focus on at once—keeping yourself above water, keeping yourself quiet, despite your neck slowly bruising under Seungwoo’s mouth, your hand faltering over his cock, your intimate muscles gradually clamping into a vise around his unrelenting fingers. It’s so good, everything feels so good, he’s hitting the perfect spot over and over again just as rough as you like it, and fire is beginning to creep up the backs of your legs and into your stomach, euphoric heat stoking into a full flame, it’s perfect, just like that, right there—

You don’t realize he’s yanked his hand out from between your legs until it’s too late. You gape, entire body wracked with orgasmic shudders as you clamp down and down and down on nothing, nothing at all. Holy shit. Fuck. You gasp as quietly as you can for air, desire aching inside of you in unfulfilled disappointment. As the haze of lust slowly begins to dissipate, a whole different kind of fire begins to burn in your gut. Dipping your face down into the water, you scream in utter rage.

You feel Seungwoo smile against your neck.

The voices and the footsteps have retreated back down the pier and into the night. For a long moment, the two of you float there together, catching your breath.

Seungwoo speaks up first, letting go of you.

“Should’ve listened and let me give you the nice orgasm, huh?”

You turn to him, incredulous, and see the bastard grinning.

“I,” you say, with surprisingly even calmness, “am going to fucking kill you for that.”

The water is throwing little sparkles into his eyes, gleaming in amusement.

“Well…to kill me, you’d have to catch me first.”

And then his hands come down on your shoulders, dunking you beneath the surface.

In the tranquil quiet under the water, you take a moment to plot his demise. When your head breaks the surface again, he’s already swimming for shore. You give chase, and despite your righteous indignation at the ruined orgasm, you feel yourself grin.

As much as you hate to admit it…Han Seungwoo is knocking it out of the park with this date. And you’re going to make him pay for it.

[wolvertooth]

(X-Men 1.5)

tyler mane CLEARLY saying 'oh baby!' in response.......they know. they fucking know. they KNOWWWWWW release the sabrevine cut.

[illumisplumpcherry]

No Power

cont: yandere themes; stalking; mentions of violence; choking; pregnancy; polyamory; fwb; forced affection; drugging; blood; a sprinkle of nswf 18+ mdni!!

I wrote this short story for a friend of mine who wanted some elements of horror. I was to also include a specific set of idols that she requested. She wanted a surprise reveal at the end.

groups: sf9 ▪︎ ateez ▪︎ x1

The slight drizzle of rain during the afternoon paved the way for a thunderous stormy night. The power had just gone off in Seungyoun’s apartment. Accustomed to this reoccurring inconvenience, he lights a couple of candles and grabs his fm radio. What better way to pass the time than browsing through a variety of radio stations? He was old-fashioned.

Part of him wanted to see if his neighbors upstairs were okay. One of them was his best friend; a pregnant woman nearing her third trimester. The other woman was his ex-girlfriend. Despite the end of their six month relationship, they still remained pretty close. It was as if nothing happened. At least that's how she seems to view it.

Seungyoun walks up to the sliding door that leads to his balcony. He abruptly opens it. The harsh raindrops hitting against the surface was calming to his hectic mind. He steps one foot out the door, debating on whether to surrender to the rain or remain dry and warm. The decision was hard for him. If he went out in the rain, that would remind him of the time he spent with his ex. She loved the rain. He loved her.

His phone vibrates repeatedly on the small coffee table that he just had his feet resting on. Not to his surprise, it's his ex.

"Is Arabella okay? Does she need anything?" he frantically inquires.

"She's fine. She enjoys thunderstorms, remember?" the woman reminded.

"But does the baby like it?"

She can't help but laugh at his adorable sense of humor. Most people often found it lame, but it brought her joy.

"The baby likes it for sure. Are you okay down there? Wanna come up for a while? We finally invested in one of those small generators....not completely sure if it's allowed in our building but oh well. It's keeping our heater on." She insisted.

He was more than ready to accept the offer but he felt that he wouldn't be great company. He wasn't in the best mental state recently. There were days that he couldn't even remember if he went to work or not. If he had eaten or taken his medication. Just strange gaps in his memory. And on the days he missed her, he'd have to avoid anything that reminded him of their relationship. Sure it was only six months. But that was the happiest he ever was. It's going to take him a long time to come to terms with not being viewed in a romantic light anymore.

"You know... I think I'm just going to stick it out down here..." he hesitates

"Oh come on. Don't isolate yourself."

"Don't worry I'll be fine. Just make sure to call me if you need anything. Okay?" He emphasized.

"Of course," she says in a disappointed tone.

"Sunhee."

"Yeah?"

"Don't let him in tonight..."

"I gotta go, Arabella needs me to massage her back. It's inflamed..."

As expected, the conversation ends awkwardly. Like always. Seungyoun gets the bright idea of distracting himself. He started toying with the dial on his radio. For a moment he listened to the news station talking about thunderstorms warnings. We know already. He hears faint jazz music but can't seem to locate the right frequency. His brief annoyance was cut off by remembering that Sunhee liked jazz. Onto the next station then.

Seungyoun felt like he was going crazy because he started to hear her voice on the radio. Before he decided to turn it off he heard a more clear expression.

"Why is he being like this?" Sunhee lamented.

Seungyoun's eyes widened in shock and slight excitement. He looks back on the conversation he and Arabella had the previous week about her ordering baby monitors for the nursery. They must've come. He smiled to himself.

"Girl. He's fine, he just needs a little time to get himself together" Arabella assured.

He undoubtedly thought they were conversing about him. Who else could they be talking about?

"Do you think he'll show up again tonight? I don't know if I'll be able to ignore him this time" Sunhee pressed.

He frowned at the thought of Sunhee worrying about another guy. Especially the guy he just told her not to let it. But Sunhee did promise that she would distance herself from him. So he trusted that she would keep her word no matter how much pity she felt towards him. Arabella was also there to keep her grounded. The frequency became distorted as the sky roared with thunder. That was his cue anyways. He was starting to feel a twinge of guilt from eavesdropping.

~

The man struggled to put his key in the apartment door. His hands were shaking uncontrollably. The jingle from his keys became more rapid. He didn't know the passcode to the keypad but thankfully he had another way of entry. Frantically looking over his shoulders, he forces the key in and pushes himself into the apartment. Water gushed from his boots as he took them off. He's soaked. He knew he would have to stand there until someone greeted him. He needed permission to actually walk through.

"Chani?" Bella gave him a perplexed look. It wasn't uncommon for him to just show up considering the fact that he has a key. But why was he out so late in the middle of the a storm."What are you doing here? What's going on? Is your power out too?"

"Umm yeah... Is it okay if I go to the bathroom?" He nervously asked.

Arabella looked him up and down. He was paler than normal. His normally bright eyes were red and puffy. The sparkle was gone. From the looks of it, he seemed frightened.

"Sure love, come on in." Sunhee monotoned as she walked around the corner.

"Thanks darling" he hurried down the hall.

"What is up with him? Did you invite him over? Like of course I don't mind. But he's kinda scaring me with those freaked out expressions on his face" Sunhee frets.

Before Arabella can respond, there's a light knock at the door. Since the power is out they can't use their outside camera to see who it is. And no peepholes exist in this apartment complex. They would've been extremely helpful though. Since the whole vibe shifted when Chani arrived, the women were quite nervous. Almost afraid.

"Uh...I'll get it," Sunhee hesitates.

"Nope. Ion trust it. Let's wait for Chani to come out" Bella cautioned.

"I'm here, what's wrong?" Chani asked, walking towards them. He's completely dry and changed into new clothes. That was fast. He sets the bag he brought with him near the door. Arabella noticed a small red stain on his previous shirt that's sticking out of the bag. It resembled blood. Why would Chani have blood on him? That doesn't even make sense. He jammed the shirt into the bag and zipped it tightly. The light knocking persists.

"WHO IS IT" he hollered, voice deeper than normal.

The girls jump at the sudden raise in his voice. He was definitely on edge.

"Dude, open up" said a familiar voice on the other side of the door.

He rolled his eyes and reluctantly unlocked the door. Two tall men invite themselves into the apartment.

"How's my beautiful baby mama doin?" Asked the first man walking in.

Arabella quickly pulled him into a hug. The excitement of seeing the father of her child never got old.

"Jaeyoon, what are you doing here? Y'all came out in the middle of a storm to visit us?" Bella asked, while laying her head on his chest.

"I was worried. So if it's okay with y'all, we'll be spending the night" he decided. It's was as simple as that. So let him say it, so let it be done.

He lovingly rubs Arabella's bump and plants a small kiss on her forehead. She wanted more but decided to wait until they got into her room. The other man that tagged along didn't seem to care enough to hide his desires.

He walked up to Sunhee and forcefully grabbed her waist, pulling her in for a deep kiss while placing his big hand on her bottom. He roughly smacked it, prompting her to open her mouth more. He wanted to be all up in.

"Hwiyoung don't eat her face off...my goodness" Chani groans.

He pulls away leaving her breathless. This man wasn't even her man for real. Yet. But he didn't care. He did what he wanted. When he wanted to. Nice guy though.

"I need a moment..." Sunhee whispers

He grabbed her arm before she walked away. He yanked her towards the couch. He sat down and patted the empty space next to him.

"Oh no you don't. You're not getting away from me that easily. Sit down. Let's spend time together." He grinned.

Sunhee complied and did as he said. He put his arm around her and leaned closer to her ear. He started whispering some unmentionable things to her. When she tried to pull away from embarrassment he just snatched her back. Hwiyoung wanted her to know what he had planned for her. Every. Single. Detail.

As Arabella watched with curiosity, Chani harshly pulled Jaeyoon into the kitchen. The warm and cheery expression plastered on Jaeyoon's face disappeared. Chani grabbed both of his shoulders. He was tense as well. Chani spotted droplets of blood near the back of Jaeyoon’s neck. Thankfully he hasn’t taken his jacket off yet. And thankfully Arabella was too short to see. Chani quietly dragged him to the bathroom. He peeked around the corner to see the girls chatting it up with Hwiyoung. He seemed completely unbothered by the events that took place just before they arrived. He was spotless too. Chani sighed. Why was Hwiyoung so calm? Once in the bathroom he aggressively snatched Jaeyoon’s jacket off.

“Dude I can do it myself…” he whispered 

“Jae, is he alright? He’s not dead right?!? I knew we should’ve just ignored him.” Chani stressed. 

“I don’t know honestly. But he got what he deserved. He threatened to come here again but said he would get in this time. Did you think I was just gonna let him off that easily? Let him walk away after he told us thay he would stop at nothing to get what he wanted? Hell no.” Jaeyoon snapped.

“I know but… there was so much blood!!” 

“I need you to calm down. We’re in this together. If he ends up dying I’ll figure it out. My family has connections for everything. Chani. We did this for them. He's been stalking Sunhee for months. Who knows what he would've done if we didn't step in? Once you realize that, you’ll stop worrying.” he says, wiping the blood off of his neck. 

There was more blood on his arms and his hands were slightly bruised. The bathroom was well lit enough for him to thoroughly clean up. Although the power was out, Sunhee and Arabella’s apartment was adorned with many scented candles and fairy lights that were battery powered. So overall most of the apartment was well lit. 

“Hand me my other shirt.” Jaeyoon said while taking off his blood stained one. Chani almost gagged. He was filled with so much anxiety that he was nauseous. He walked out of the bathroom to give Jaeyoon some privacy. He was also fearful of how nonchalant his friends were being. He was truly getting sick.

“Chani come play uno baby boy” Arabella called out as she saw him walking into the kitchen. “And where’s Jaeyoon? Is he pooping?” she giggled.

“Yeah something like that…” he laughed.

He sat on the floor next to Sunhee. I guess she couldn’t handle being that close to Hwiyoung. Chani wanted to flirt with her too, but he was mentally challenged at the moment. Bless him. Arabella sat on the couch next to Hwiyoung. She was turned at an angle so he wouldn’t see her cards. He got them wandering eyes. 

For the most part, Chani began to feel a little better. Being distracted by his friends helped. Laying on Sunhee’s shoulder and sniffing her relaxed him as well. He hears Jaeyoon’s words again. For her. I did this for her. 

He pulls her closer and glances at Hwiyoung to see his reaction. He was too busy messing with Arabella. Chani took this as an opportunity to plant a small kiss on her neck. She squealed, playfully pushing him away.

Jaeyoon finally appeared and sat on the other side of Bella. For someone who supposedly just pooped he smells wonderful. But she knew that wasn't the case just as much as she knew that they were all hiding something. 

Chani needed some attention from Bella and Sunhee to put his mind at ease. He knew what they did was worth it, but he desperately needed reassurance to stop himself from going crazy. 

“Hey, can you guys show me the nursery again?” Chani blurted out.

Hwiyoung and Jaeyoon immediately glare at him. Just what was he up to? It was obvious that he wanted to talk to them alone. They trusted him, so they granted him that privilege and decided to stay in the living room while they took him back there. 

“You guys have lights in every room, it’s so pretty” he smiled. “I assume you guys share a room now”

The girl’s apartment was on the smaller side. Despite Jaeyoon's constant attempts of having them move in with him, they wanted to stay here. They only had two bedrooms, but needed to give one up for the nursery. They didn’t mind though. They were used to sharing everything. Including their men. 

“Baby boy...why are we really back here?” Arabella smirked as she closed the door.

“I think I know why” Sunhee purred as she pushed him against the wall.

Arabella stands on the side of them, gently caressing his soft hair. This is what he wanted. But why was he so nervous? Was it the guilt? His worrisome thoughts perished when Bella pressed her lips against his. Sunhee lifted his shirt a bit and rubbed her hand up and down his toned abs. They were so cute to her. She started with small kisses on his neck which quickly turned into biting. A deep moan escaped his mouth as he pulled Sunhee closer. Just when Arabella’s wandering hand finally found its way to his zipper, he winced in pain. The girls immediately broke away.

“What’s wrong!?” panicked Arabella

“Uh nothing…” he lied holding his side.

Arabella frowned and lifted his shirt all the way up to find a large bruise on the left side of his abdomen and near his ribcage. Sunhee was a nurse, so she knew a few of his ribs were broken. Her blood was boiling.

“WHO DID IT!! WHY ARE YOU HURT” she screamed.

They guys heard her yelling and ran back there. She was shaking Chani to get an answer out of him. Tears began to fill his eyes. He so desperately wanted to tell her. Arabella walks back and forth to calm down. She was enraged at the thought of someone hurting her Chani. Jaeyoon snatched Sunhee away from him and pulled her into a hug.

“ I need you to relax, okay? I don’t want you and Bella getting too worked up. Especially Bella” he insisted. 

“Nah Jae, who did it?? Y’all been acting real sus since yall got here” Sunhee snapped.

~

Meanwhile, Seungyoun was listening in on all of this. He told himself he wouldn’t be nosy but he knew that was a lie. The sound of Sunhee and Arabella’s moans mixed with another guy made him sick. He suppressed the rage he felt and  listened carefully to what was being said.

“If you must know what happened, we were at a bar and some jerk started a fight with him. Chani won of course, but not without getting bopped a couple times.” Hwiyoung lied.

“Why didn’t you take him to the hospital??” Arabella yelled, pushing him.

“We didn’t know he was hurt this bad. We asked him multiple times if he was okay and he said yes.” Jaeyoon explained.

Seungyoun wasn’t even there and he could tell they were lying. All men do is lie. Seungwoo did text him about a fight breaking out at the bar though. But the guys involved took it outside. Maybe they were at the same bar and telling the truth. Something was still off though. Seungwoo hadn’t met Chani and his friends yet. Maybe he’s seen a picture or two but he doubts he would recognize them. 

Seungyoun reaches for his phone to call Sunhee to see if everything is okay but it dies right after the first ring. Of course he forgot to charge the power bank. When he got up from his bed and walked into the living room he realized he never closed the sliding door. The floor wasn’t as wet as he thought it would be but he still needed a towel. He went to grab one from the bathroom and when he came back the door was closed and all his candles were blown out. There was some light coming in because one of the street lights was still on. So Seungyoun was able to see the wet boot prints on his hardwood floors. A wide smile crept upon his face.

~

Arabella was against the wall with a large hand wrapped around her neck. Jaeyoon idly stood to the side and watched. Hwiyoung’s seductive gaze had her quivering. She had gotten smart with him and that was unacceptable. She swore he was a different guy past midnight.

“Baby you can’t yell at daddy like that.”

“But Sunhee yelled at you too…” she breathed.

“Oh she did?” He turns around to find her standing behind Jaeyoon. She wrapped her arms around his waist. She had gotten a little nervous.

“I’ll deal with her later,” he smirked.

Hwiyoung let her go and motioned his head towards her room. She didn’t hesitate to start walking. Chani sneakily followed them and closed the door behind him. Sunhee pulled away from Jaeyoon and turned him around.

“You just gonna let them take your woman” she giggled

“She got smart with him, she’s gonna get what she deserved. You’re my woman too and I most definitely recall you going off on me as well my love” he cutely smiled. He was scary too. It be the nicest ones. He roughly grabbed her face.

“Chani will be okay, baby. Don’t question it anymore. He’s not that hurt considering the fact that he’s about to fuck Bella.” he said calmly, inching closer to her face.

Sunhee nodded as best as she could, his grip was so strong. Jaeyoon closed the door. They were still in the nursery but he didn’t seem to care. He bent her over one of the dressers. 

“It would make sense if we made another baby in here, right?” he said, grabbing a handful of her curls. He yanked her hair when she didn’t respond. Her moan was enough of a response. She liked being taken like this. It was her favorite position right now. She was on birth control, but the idea of being pregnant was appealing at the moment. Especially by him.

The two men in Seungyoun’s apartment sat in silence as they listened to everything happening to Sunhee through the monitor. They thoroughly enjoyed hearing her moans and whimpers right up until she said Jaeyoon’s name. One of the men threw the radio off of the balcony. That was the last straw. 

~ 

Sunhee laid next to Arabella, caressing her stomach. She cleaned her up after her more than passionate encounter with Hwiyoung and Chani. There was a permanent smile glued on her face. Even in her sleep. She was more than satisfied. They wore her out in the best way possible.

But sunhee could’t sleep. The storm only got worse. She too loved thunderstorms but this was getting scary. The men were in the living room sleeping on the couch and floor. She could hear Chani snoring from her room. She lets out a deep sigh as she tries to suppress her paranoia. It didn’t help when Chani suddenly stopped snoring. She shook her head and thought to herself that he’ll start snoring again shortly. It was something so simple but it worried her. Sunhee waited a couple minutes and finally decided to check on him. 

She slowly stepped out of the bedroom and was startled upon seeing that all of the lights and candles were out. Even in the bathroom and nursery. Why would they turn all the lights off? She looked back at Arabella sleeping peacefully in the bed and closed the door. At least the fairy lights in their room were still on. She walked into the living room to see the men knocked out. But something was unsettling about how still they were. She kneeled down next to Chani on the floor. Sunhee checked for a pulse on his neck. It was so like her to assume they were dead or something. She almost thought he was until she felt it. But it was slower than normal, even for someone that’s sleeping. She did the same to Jaeyoon and Hwiyoung and they too were like Chani. Sunhee concluded that they must’ve been drugged. It was a far fetched idea but that was the only reasonable explanation. It made even more sense when she noticed out of the corner of her eye that the front door was slightly opened. Her heart started racing. 

She frantically tried to shake them awake but to no avail. The thunder erupting made her scream. Sunhee saw a dark figure on her balcony. When lightning filled the sky she caught a glimpse of their face. She bolted towards her room and locked the door behind her. Her mouth was dry as she tried to swallow. She felt a lump in her throat as her breathing intensified. She searched for her phone in a panic and realized both her and Arabella’s phone was charging next to the generator in the living room that was bashed in. She quietly whines to herself. Arabella wakes up frantically to the sound of Sunhee crying.

“Honey? What’s wrong??” she whispered. Sunhee grabs both of her hands shakily. Arabella can feel her anxiety flaring up.

“He’s here...he got in somehow...and and and he drugged the guys. They’re alive but they won’t wake up. We need to get out of here” she sobbed.

“Our phones are in the living room though!! Look, I’m sure he won’t hurt us. He loves us” Arabella tries to convince herself.

“Dude, he’s changed though. I’ve been ignoring him for a while now, yet he shows up at least thrice a week banging on the door and sobbing, begging me to talk to him. The neighbors threaten him each time he does it too. Maybe he’s snapped”

“We can take him. I don’t want to hurt him but I will protect us” She says standing up.

“Bella, no sit down please..”

There’s a knock at the bedroom door and a familiar sob. The door knob turns back and forth as the man tries to get in.

“SUNHEE SUNHEE PLEASE LET ME IN. I LOVE YOU I MISS YOU LET ME IN” he cries. His voice is unsettling and distorted. She often hears those cries in her nightmares. He sobs as if he’s being tortured. It’s so disturbing. The banging on the door intensifies. Sunhee grabs Arabella and rushes to the closet. They keep a baseball bat there. The sky roared with persistent and immense thunder, making the entire apartment complex vibrate. The perfect weather to drown out any screams or pleas.

“Don’t let him in,” cried out another voice. The two women stare at each other in shock and slight relief. Seungyoun? He was there there to save them. To protect them from the deranged psychopath breaking down their door.

“Let him in. let him in. let us in! we love you both so much” Seungyoun laughs this time. A maniacal laugh. A cynical laugh. A terrifying laugh. “PLEASE SUNHEE I WON’T HURT YOU I WON’T HURT BELLA SHE’S MY BEST FRIEND I CAN RAISE OUR BABY” Seungyoun pleads, his voice starting to sound unnatural just like the other man.

“Why is Seungyoun with him!?!” Sunhee shuddered.

“I- i dont know! H-has he been taking his meds...?? maybe the voices are back. Maybe it’s not Seungyoun at all" cried Arabella. This was bad. He had promised both of them that he was trying to take better care of his mental health, but obviously it was too much for much for him and the break up didn't help either.

“Wait no! Don’t let him in Sunhee!!” he shrieked. They heard a tussle beyond the doors. Seungyoun was having an internal struggle, trying to keep that other side of him in. Teetering back and forth between trying to get into the room and trying to stop the other man he was with.

“OPEN THE DOOR SUNHEE OR I’LL KILL THESE THREE OUT HERE LIKE THEY ALMOST KILLED ME EARLIER!” the other man demanded finally speaking up again.

“Oh my goodness...they must’ve jumped him. Chani probably thought they killed him or something... it all makes sense. I-I shouldn’t have complained about him so much. He's insane. They shouldn't have messed with him.” Sunhee admitted.

The door the was finally kicked in. Sunhee pushed Arabella behind her and grabbed the bat. When the man opened the closet, Sunhee swung on him but he caught it before it hit him. He threw it across the room and yanked her out the closet. Seungyoun quickly closed the door and stood in front of it to entrap Arabella. 

The other man grabbed Sunhee’s neck and slammed her to the ground. As she gasped for air, he sloppily kissed her. She tried to kick him, but he wouldn’t budge. When he pulled away, he caressed her face with his bloody hand. The fine man was battered and bruised. There was dried blood all over his face from the gash in his forehead. Sunhee was starting to lose consciousness, while arabella screamed to the top of her lungs, trying to push the closet door open. He finally loosened his grip around her neck.

“Oh my queen, I hate to see you like this, but this is your fault, my love. For months I’ve tried to be patient with you. I tried to be with you, but you rejected me. Again and again and again. We were so good at being friends. I just knew we would be better as lovers. Yet, you never gave me a chance. And then you didn’t even let me see our baby... But despite all of the pain you caused me, I had forgiven you.”

“I-I I was never pregnant…” she barely gets out. He's making no sense, but what did she expect from her once dear friend who had now lost his mind.

“But tonight was the last straw when you sent your boyfriends to kill me. Do you see what they did to me??” He lifts up his shirt and there’s a large amount of gauze wrapped around his torso. There is a stain of blood seeping through. “They stabbed me,” he laughed. “BUT I'M LETTING THEM LIVE YOU KNOW WHY??? BECAUSE I KNOW YOUD BE SAD IF THEY DIED. CANT YOU SEE HOW CONSIDERATE IM BEING!!"

He let’s go of her neck and lifts off of her. She coughs uncontrollably, gasping desperately for any air to fill her lungs. She glares at Seungyoun, who's still keeping Arabella in the closet.

“How could you Seungyoun…why are you helping him” she cried out. She thought about all those times she complained to Seungyoun about this guy. Yet, he was here with him. The same man he so often told her to steer clear from. How?

“Whose Seungyoun?” He responds with a straight face.

“Oh darling. Seungyoun is gone. He was too weak and pathetic. He had you, but he let you slip away. So I had to help him bring the other guy out. The guy who loves you as much as I do. The guy who will stop at nothing to have you." The other man admitted. He had taken advantage of Seungyouns illness... bringing another person into his obsession with Sunhee.

“We’re gonna share you princess. You and Arabella. You’re going to live a nice life while we take care of you” Seungyoun cooed. Or did this new personality have a different name? Now wasn't the time for her to think about something so mundane in a situation like this. It was all happening at lightening speed.

Sunhee pleadingly looked at the two men that she used to trust with her life. Two men that she could always count on. The two men that truly cared about her. Her ex-boyfriendd, and her close friend turned stalker. She thought to herself that maybe if she gave in, they'd would somehow return to how they used to be. She was lying to herself, but it was worth a shot. If there was any chance of protecting the men in her living room, and most importantly, Arabella, she had to take that chance.

“Okay okay!! I messed up! I messed up. I’m so sorry to both of you. Please forgive me. I’m begging you. I love you two so much. Please don’t hurt Bella...she did nothing wrong” she confessed.

“I know, baby. We could never hurt Bella. She’s having our child. I know you put our child into her. Right?” the other man scolded. She nods her head at the most nonsensical speech he's ever spewed out

“Then I forgive you my queen. You’re so precious to me. I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m actually disgusted with myself. I’ll make it up to you though.” He says gently lifting her up. “Do you forgive me?”

“Yes, as long as you let them live,” she trembled

“Anything for you,” he smiled.

~

The next morning the power was back on. Sunhee jolted out of the bed. Her phone was sitting on her nightstand. She picked it up and saw that it was five after 12. She lets out a sigh of relief when she sees Arabella strolling in. Her smile fades when she sees the handsome man following close behind. He was all cleaned up. He had on a baseball cap to cover the bandage on his forehead. She thought it was a nightmare...

“Hi my love, we’re heading out to lunch soon. Time to get ready.” he cutely smiled. His boyish charm almost fooled her for a moment. "Bella let’s give her some privacy”

Arabella smiled as he softly grabbed her arm and led her out of the room. Arabella knew she had to play along. She blinked at Sunhee a couple times to let her know. Before the door closed, he turned around and smirked at Sunhee.

There was a beautiful sundress hanging on the door, along with a sheer, flowery scarf on her dresser. There was a note on top of it instructing her to put on the dress and to cover the "love marks" around her neck. The marks from her almost being choked to death. She did as the note said.

Sunhee promptly walked into the living room after getting dressed. The man took her hand and spinned her around to get a full view of the dress he had picked out.

“Stunning” he beamed. Sunhee plastered a fake smile on her face.

“Where’s... my friends?” she cautiously asked.

“Oh darling. Don't worry, they're fine," he lied. "Let's focus on us from now on. We're going to lunch with Melonie today. Doesn’t that sound nice?” he rubbed up and down her plush side, tightly wrapping his arm around her waist.

She winced from the sting of his nails digging into her flesh. The mention of Melonie, her older sister, made her nauseous. Was she also trapped in this twisted game too?

The front door opened, and her ex boyfriend entered, just as handsome as always. He walked up to her and softly pecked her lips. What should've been familiar to her felt foreign. She fought to hide her disgust.

“Alright let’s go!” he cheered. He placed a large hand on Arabella's pregnant tummy. He caressed it with pride, like that was his child she was carrying. She held hands with what used to be Seungyoun as they headed out first.

The man turned Sunhee around and warmly embraced her. He finally had what belonged to him.

“I love you Sunhee”

“I love you too Yunho…”

[rawchae]

TEMPORARY PINNED

Hi! My name is Chae! This is @charredchae 's writing account.

dividers used: enchanthings , cafekitsune

The following groups I may write for (this is in no particular order [except, I think debut dates]):

3rd Gen:

TWICE

BLACKPINK

SEVENTEEN (Selective members only)

THE BOYZ

4th Gen:

FROMIS_9

STRAY KIDS

ITZY

STAYC

AESPA

This is only a fraction of what I can write. I have not yet look onto which members and groups I will be mainly writing for. This vlog is open to requests for fluff and angst.

I have no confidence yet to write requested smut, however, this does not mean that the blog will not tackle so. Other contents unsuited for minors will be present.

Viewer discretion is advised.

[ifdimpeul]

# capa de fanfic — with @sleepingatlast | spirit x ibispaint

[strawberrickys]

ill be back y'all i'm just not really feeling kpop rn 😭😭

I fell out of it a while back and just came back recently, and with how active the artists are (comebacks, shows, tours, etc) I'm a bit overwhelmed and I need to thin down my stan list a bit.

I have very very old requests (like probably a year, year and a half or so) that I still haven't done and they're literally plaguing me, and the only reason I haven't done them is loss of interests in certain groups and artists.

most of my asks are epex related (+ like one xdh ask) and they are still very dear to me, and I will still write for them when I choose to come back. I will work on an updated stan list (or at the very least, a list of artists I'll write for) and it will be linked here within a few days. I may also add certain game series/game characters in general as that's also a heavy HEAVY interest of mine.

STAN LIST !!

if you want to talk to me or keep up with me, I am much more active on my main account, @mujinzzzzz, where I post about my other hobbies (gaming, art, and music, mostly) you're more than welcome to still request things, but just know that I may not get to it right away.

feel free to dm me on my main acct if you wanna yap about stuff haha ❤️❤️

[khjswifey]

{Forever You Are My Star} [K.HJ]

Kim Hongjoong x Atiny!Reader

Idol Au, Long distance relationship au

After two long years of dating, you finally get to meet you boyfriend and at your favorite group's concert too! But hold on...the leaders voice sounds a bit familiar.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy my first fanfic! I want to continue this lil au, and possible make more for the other members! Let me know if you would be interested in that, Other than that:

Happy Reading!

Tags: @soobinshouseplant

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“Hey Baby..”

“Hiii…”

A soft chuckle filtered through your phone speaker. 

“I’m sorry for calling you so late…”

“Joon, that’s completely fine, You know I stay up late anyways…”

You hear a sigh before he begins to talk again.

“Baby.?”

“Yeah?”

“You still live in (city name), right?”

“Yea, why do you ask?” You asked, curiosity/excitement lacing your tone. Your boyfriend chuckles at you, “Well, we’ll finally be able to meet!” You gasped in excitement, nearly falling off your bed.

You and your boyfriend, Joon, had been dating for about 2 years now, and yes it was a long distance relationship.

The two of you had met online through your art twitter. You did a lot of fanart of your favorite kpop group, Ateez, as well as tattoo ideas. The tattoo designs are what introduced you to your loving boyfriend.

He replied under one of your posts, interested in commissioning a design and it has been you and him against the world ever since. 

Yes, you don’t know how he looks, and he may have various different pictures of you, but you put all your trust in him and you highly doubted he was a catfish.

He always showered you with gifts, and always called you when he got the time to. He rarely showed his face, but you saw his desk and his work area.

You believed he was real and you were excited at the prospect of finally being able to meet him.

“I can tell you’re excited…” Joon started, “I am too..I can’t wait to hold you…” You felt your face heat up as you heard him mumble something in Korean under his breath. 

“What was that?”

“I said I can’t wait to hold you and have you whimpering underneath me, Jagi..”

You squealed in embarrassment as you slammed your phone on the bed. You heard him laughing at you before calling your name.

The two of you sat in silence for a little while after that, nothing but the soft clicking of your boyfriend's laptop coming through the speakers. He finally spoke up again with a little chuckle.

“Well…I bought you a concert ticket…” 

“Joon!”

“What? I thought it was a good idea since we both like concerts~!”

You only hummed in response, not having the time to argue with him tonight, your phone pinged and you sighed.

“I’ll see you in two days!”

“See you~”

Your phone hung up and you went to check your Ticketmaster account, your eyes widened,

You got the tickets! -

X1 Atiny VIP Ticket

My future husband: You’re welcome~

My future husband: I love you.

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“Y/n, how do you know he will be there?’

“Don’t you think you’re being used..’

You groaned at your friend. “F/n. I don’t think a catfish would drop the money for this ticket like that. It was expensive.”

“So!? Maybe he’ll try to use a little money to kidnap you!”

You grew frustrated as you did your makeup. You had told F/n about what had happened and to make sure you were safe, she was coming along.

F/n was never supportive of your relationship, always judging you for ‘wasting’ your time on a dude that you are only just now meeting. But you also couldn’t blame her, girls did go missing when meeting their online boyfriends. But no matter how you tried to convince her, she wouldn’t listen to you. She didn’t even like Ateez! So she was basically wasting her money.

“What if he’s lying to you about his identity-”

“That’s enough, F/n!!” You yelled at her, finally snapping from the constant negative comments. “If you wanna come then come. But if you’re not going to shut the fuck up already!” 

F/n stared at you in shock. “How dare you? I’m trying to keep you from getting catfished!!” She yelled back and you rolled your eyes pushing past her, grabbing your bag. 

You got your keys and looked at her, “Find your own ride to the damn concert. Don’t bother being around me.” You said leaving her behind.

You were actually surprised she even still came to the concert. You glared at her and she gave you an apologetic look when she caught up to you. 

When you walked into (venue name), you beamed with excitement. Not only were you going to finally meet your boyfriend, you got to see your all time favorite kpop group!

It was refreshing to be around fellow Atiny, you chatted with several around you in the pit. You ended up getting real close from you leaving early. Your blood was pumping through your body when the lights finally dimmed. You screamed as you watched as the members of Ateez came onto the stage.

It felt unreal, it didn’t feel real at all. You couldn’t believe that you were finally here. A couple of songs had gone by when you finally found the time to let your boyfriend know where you were. But you were shocked to see a message from him around 2 years ago that simply said;

“Look at the stage.”

When you looked back up, you locked eyes with Kim Hongjoong, the leader of Ateez, your bias, your Ult bias to be exact. His eyes were locked on you as he introduced himself to the crowd. Your brain froze. 

When he spoke, his voice sounded familiar, and not just from you listening to music. No it was like you knew him on a personal level.

“F/n…” You said, capturing your friends' attention, concerned at your tone. “What’s wrong? Is it that boy?” She asked.

You looked back up to the stage, watching as Ateez prepared for their next set of songs.

“I think my boyfriend is the leader of Ateez..”

“...You mean as a joke right…?”

“....”

“...oh…”

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“What do you mean you think your boyfriend is a member of Ateez!?” 

It was after the concert, and you were instructed by your boyfriend to meet him afterwards backstage. All you had to do was tell the security your name and they led you to where you were now.

F/n was very skeptical and was weary about leaving you alone, but after a while of convincing she finally left, making sure she had you added on Life360 just in case.

You stood there waiting, watching as various staff members worked around you. You were starting to think that he wasn’t going to come at all.

You looked down at your phone and sighed, turning to leave.

“Baby!” 

You whip around to find the owner of the voice, and lo and behold it was Kim Hongjoong. He was now dressed comfortably, makeup gone and a soft blush on his face with a lazy smile.

You smile wide and run up to him, nearly tackling him to the ground with a hug. He laughs and wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly as if you were going to vanish if he let go.

When he did let go, he pulled away a bit to place a kiss on your lips. You melted into his grasp only pulling away when you needed air from the male. 

The two of you looked at each other for a while. One half of you wanted to fight him for lying to you, but you knew he had his reasons, but the other was so happy that he was real and that he was not only your idol, but your lover.

“Hongjoongie…” You mumbled, hiding your face in his chest.

He chuckled as he held you close to him, “It’s so nice to hear you say my name…” He replied, finally pulling away.

When he did, he held your hands and swung them back and forth. He looked like a lovesick puppy, his eyes filled with love and adoration.

“Do you have anywhere else to go?...” 

“No not really…”

“Well…could you maybe come back with me?”

You giggle at his bashfulness, nodding. “Of course, You have a lot of explaining to do..”

Hongjoong smiles before pulling you along with him.

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Hongjoong paid for your visit to his hotel room, not leaving until he made sure you were safely on your way.

When you got there, you finally got to meet the other members, it was surreal for you. Just yesterday you were catching up on missed content, laughing as you watched Ateez go about their antics. Now you are meeting them and apparently dating their leader.

To say you were nervous would be an understatement, you were nearly shitting bricks. 

But it actually went over well, Hongjoong introduced you to them one by one. You happily introduced yourself, shaking their hands until you got to Wooyoung, who had a smug grin.

“You’re really pretty. No wonder cap-” He was cut off by Hongjoong flinging something at him. You giggled at this as the rest of the evening with the boys went fine. It was spent with you explaining how you met Hongjoong, talking about how much you loved their music and how you really appreciated how nice they were being to him.

Later on, Hongjoong led you to his room, which you tilted your head at.

“I thought you guys shared rooms when you went on tour?”

“We do, the guys wanted to give us privacy though..”

You felt your face heat up as you walked over and flopped on the bed. Hongjoong then joined you, leaning his head on your stomach.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, basking in the silence before he spoke up.

“I’m sorry…” He started, moving to sit up, you moved to sit up at the head board. 

“Hon-”

“I’m sorry for not telling you who I was y/n…I was scared…” He admits and it hurt your heart with how he avoided eye contact. He sighed before finally turning to you.

“When I found out you were an Atiny..I got scared. I thought you were only gonna like me because of who I am on stage…” You watched him carefully as he continued. 

“I thought you weren’t gonna love me for me…So I hid it. It’s why I rarely showed my face when we talked. But when I saw your face…” Hongjoong reached over to cup your cheek, eyes misty. You felt your own tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to fall.

“Hongjoong…” You started moving closer to the male, your faces barely touching. “I’m in love with you…all of you…the Idol you and the normal you. Yes I may be an Atiny, but I love you. Not your career.” You say softly leaning on him. 

“I was worried…that you wouldn’t like me once you met me. That you would’ve thought I was a weirdo or that-mmph!” Your rant was cut off by Hongjoong kissing you, he pulled you into his arms, your eyes widened as he silenced you. They eventually fluttered closed as he deepened the kiss, only pulling away to hide his face in the crook of your neck.

“You’re always loved by me…I trust you y/n..”

A small smile ghosted across your features as the two of you stayed that way for a while.

You felt at peace knowing that you could now love both forms of him..

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You were sad when you had to say goodbye to your boyfriend. One night was definitely not enough time for you to get all what you had to say to him off your chest.

And there was obviously a lot more that Hongjoong wanted to do, but that would have to wait for the next time you would meet.

So when you got home, you were watching through your concert footage when you got a notification.

‘Ateez_official_ has made a post’

You clicked it and felt your heart do a mini flip.

‘[#Hong_stagram] Forever you are my star ❤️’

It was a black and white picture of the two of you holding hands with the caption;

‘[#Hong_stagram] Forever you are my star <3’

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[godtier]

henlo, megamans ppl, i come bearing two fanfics that tie into my overarching storyline that i started like 4 years ago sobs

(tho no... unfortunately neither of them are the second part because i'm still strugglin thru writing that one out... i'm gomen for anyone who cares)

first fic:

Title: Wherever That Wind Blows, the Destination Is the Same Canon: Megaman X Pairing: none, technically... pre-VAVA/Zero if u squint Summary: Set during the first Sigma-led Maverick Riot and part of the Rekindled fic series, VAVA contemplates the situation he's found himself in while Storm Eagle provides his own observations. They're not exactly wanted. This is basically picking up from where VAVA escapes from Zero's surprise attack at the very beginning of X1. It does tie into my main fic series, but it should be vague/general enough to be readable on its own!

Read it on Archive of Our Own!

second fic:

Title: Down the Beaten Path Canon: Megaman X Pairing: VAVA/Zero Summary: To put it bluntly, this is a "What-If" scenario I wrote as a PWP that takes place during the forest scenes in my fic Unsaid. It's basically just smut for the sake of smut and not canon to the series, so take it or leave it!! I'm not your mom!!

Read it on Archive of Our Own!

lmk what you think! feel free to reblog or w/e! it's been a hot min since i've made content for the fandom (even tho this is just OTP brainrot.....) so i hope someone out there likes it!

[betsyworthingtons]

Fam, I may be working on a cringey, self-indulgent fanfic, and I need to know: How long was Logan gone between X1 and X2? Or should I just decide for myself?

Bonus question: What songs (late 90s to mid-2000s) do you recommend for the playlist? (I'm already loading it with pop throwbacks from that era.)

[kresnikcest]

zestiria 🤝 xillia 2

i lied. i kinda wanna make my next project be creating a combined xillia 1 transcript

[starry-space-galaxy]

I think the idea of "evil Zero" is a seriously underutilized concept in Mega Man X fanfiction. Having Zero as a villain would add to his dynamic with X, as it puts X and Zero on opposite sides.

There's just something special about using it in Mega Man X fanfiction that you don't get in Mega Man Classic fanfiction, because Mega Man's entire dynamic with Zero is just Mega Man thinking "Oh hey, it's another of Wily's Robot Masters- WHY IS HE SO STRONG?!" And that's just assuming there even is a dynamic between them. For all we know, Mega Man and Zero could've never fought each other.

X, meanwhile, knows Zero very well. The two have been side by side ever since X1. Zero wouldn't just be "another evil robot" to X, he'd be a former friend.

I know X5 tried to do this, but it felt so lame. You have to go for the bad ending if you want the fight to feel like it has proper build-up. If Zero doesn't go Maverick, they fight because X basically goes "It's too dangerous, you need to get out of here!" and Zero's all "No, it's fine. You're in danger," and then it escalates into a fight... and then Sigma appears because you can't have an X game without him (a lack of Sigma would make this moment feel more impactful, since it's just X and Zero alone). And then the whole "X and Zero will eventually have to fight each other" plotline gets dropped after that, which sucks, because it's an underwhelming conclusion.

I honestly want to see more fanfics take up this plot idea and use it.

[stormxpadme]

Fanfic Writer Ask Game

👻🦋🦈💌

Fanfic Writer Ask Game 👻 - What is your wildest headcanon?

In my main verse, I'm having Remy as a former occasional sex worker which is something I grew very fond of by now. Sex work is work, and aside from the necessary and important information about its dangers, we also need far more good representation in media of it out there, not least to fight the worrying rise of purity culture - stemming a lot from fascism - in the last few years. It's one of the few good things Whedon ever did in the shape of Firefly (ignoring that of course he'd had plans to fuck up later, too). Anyway, that said, I'm giving Remy a very independent and positive spin on this part of his life as well, while of course acknowledging the problematic sides often coming with the job as soon as crime is involved. Remy is both unapologetic and without regrets in that regard in my verse, having gone about the job very Finnick Odair, without the whole force angle though. It's been very fun working Remy into the verse of the first two movies in general, and getting Marie and him together, and this was definitely one of the most helpful angles, exploring how understanding she is about everything and kicking his ass for even thinking she wouldn't be; how absolutely uninterested he is about pushing anything physical in their relationship not least because he's very chill about sexuality after that part of his past; and how chill and patient they go about anything sexual with time. I loved doing that arc a lot.

🦋 - Which character is your favorite to write?

Exploring movie!Scott has been a project of mine for about 20 years, so I guess that's always a safe bet. It's one of my favorite pastimes, working a lot of his comic history and details into his movie persona and giving him the depth the Fox-movies didn't have the time and/or interest in providing. I am also very fond of doing the same for movie!Logan, so that would be a close second.

🦈 - Which character is the toughest to write?

Again, since I'm only acknowledging X1 and X2 as my canon, I don't have a lot to work with for some characters, not least with regard to Ororo. Coming up with worthy storylines for her for my verse always proved challenging, and I still feel I need to give her a more rewarding arc at some point.

💌 - Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

I mean, I end up writing literally hundred thousands of words every whumptober, so I guess my hurt/comfort addiction is not really a secret. I blame it on loving all those doctor series on TV as a kid.

[cheyenneisarose]

I wonder if there is any fanfics about X1 Logan and that rv thing? Like pre coming to the school logan.

[obscure-reference-girl]

Guess whose Dr. McCoy fanfic is about to get hella accurate

Check out all the pages online here:

https://www.cygnus-x1.net/links/lcars/blueprints-main2.php#B20

[gamjanim]

REKA CIPTA CERITA

STATUS: CLOSED.

Halo, aku Gamja (@gamjanuim on Twitter) dan aku membuka fanfic writing commission untuk mewujudkan ide cerita yang kamu punya di kepala! ★

MANUAL

Aku hanya menerima commission dalam bentuk narasi berbahasa Indonesia. Terbuka untuk SFW dan NSFW (no minor); bxb, gxg, dan bxg.

Ide cerita 100% akan berasal dari kamu, tugasku adalah menyusunnya saja. Jadi semakin detail prompt yang kamu sampaikan, akan semakin mudah buat aku menuliskannya.

Aku berhak menolak ide ceritamu jika aku tidak bisa mengeksekusinya.

Waktu menulisku ada di rentang 7-50 hari, bisa lebih cepat atau lambat tergantung tingkat kesulitan, tapi aku akan terus mengabari kamu terkait hal ini.

Hasil commission akan dikirim dalam bentuk PDF lewat email dan sifatnya privat sampai kamu mengizinkan aku mempublikasikannya.

Jika dipublikasikan, aku akan mengunggahnya lewat AO3 (SFW) dan Trakteer (NSFW). Adapun jika kamu menghendaki adanya password, aku akan mengunggahnya lewat protectedtext.com, kemudian mencantumkan link write.as/PDF. Password sendiri akan ditentukan oleh kamu.

Kamu boleh memintaku merahasiakan identitasmu. Kamu juga boleh menghadiahkan tulisan itu ke orang kesayangan dan aku akan bantu tag mereka.

Hasil commission hanya boleh digunakan untuk kepentingan pribadi. Dilarang keras menjual atau menggunggah kembali tulisanku di manapun, dalam bentuk apapun.

"Kali ini, yang mana yang akan kamu bawa pulang?"

SEPOTONG

Narasi berupa puisi atau surat sebanyak 200-500 kata. Untuk beberapa contohnya, kamu bisa lihat di Padlet bagian 'Camilan sekali lahap'.

SERANGKAI

One-shot sebanyak 800 kata atau lebih. Contohnya bisa kamu lihat di AO3.

FANDOM & PAIRING*

All pairings of ENHYPEN**, THE BOYZ, Le Sserafim, aespa, IVE, Newjeans, STAYC, X1, RIIZE.

* Jika pairing yang kamu mau tidak ada di list, kamu bisa tanya aku dulu apa aku mampu menulisnya atau tidak. Jika iya dan ternyata aku tidak familiar, harap bersedia menjelaskan dinamikanya, ya. Pairing juga boleh berasal dari anime, series dan film.

** Untuk ENHYPEN, aku menerima semua pairing kecuali Riki x Hyungline.

GENRE & TROPE

Aku percaya diri dan bisa menulis:

rom-com, college/school life, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, family, song fiction, angst, drama, slice of life, coming of age, fantasy.

Aku menolak menulis:

hybrid!au, mpreg, boypussy, aboverse, horror, gore, rape/non-con, dub-con, dead dove: do not eat (incest, infidelity/cheating, pedophillia, underage/co-dependency, blasphemy), religion fic, genderswitch, history fic, excessive mental illness, self harm, suicide.

Trope yang aku sukai:

enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, fake dating, arranged marriage, situationship lengkap dengan segala misunderstanding-nya, friends to lovers, friends with benefit, roommates, next door neighbors, found family di tongkrongan, highschool au, college au.

Preferensiku dalam tulisan NSFW:

protected sex, non penetrative sex, masturbation, hand job, blow job, praise kink, angry/rushed sex, bathroom sex, dry humping, hands kink, oral kink, hyung kink, dirty talk, porn with feeling/making love.

HARGA

SEPOTONG

Rp. 50.000 per satu buah puisi atau surat yang terdiri dari 200-500 kata.

SERANGKAI

Rp. 100 per kata untuk narasi one-shot SFW. (minimal 800 kata.)

Rp. 150 per kata untuk narasi one-shot NSFW. (minimal 800 kata dan untuk saat ini, narasi full NSFW/Porn Without Plot aku batasi maksimal 3000 kata.)

* Jika di akhir jumlah kata yang kutulis melampaui jumlah yang disepakati, kamu tidak perlu membayar kelebihannya. (berlaku untuk kedua kategori commission)

** One-shot di atas 4999 kata akan dikenakan biaya tambahan Rp. 10.000/seribu kata selanjutnya. Jadi semisal kamu minta 5000 kata, berarti (5000 x 100) + 10.000 = 510.000

*** Untuk one-shot, akan dikenakan biaya tambahan Rp. 10.000 jika prompt cerita yang kamu mau mengharuskan aku untuk melakukan research mendalam atau mengkonsumsi media tertentu.

PEMESANAN & PEMBAYARAN

Pastikan kamu sudah melihat status ketersediaan commision di bagian atas postingan ini. Jika tersedia, silakan DM aku dengan ide cerita/prompt, pairing, beserta jumlah kata jika yang kamu inginkan adalah commission one-shot. Kamu juga boleh memberikan lagu, penggalan lirik, atau foto sebagai tambahan inspirasiku menulis. Sampaikan juga detail-detail trivia yang kamu mau lihat dalam tulisan jika ada.

Pembayaran commission one-shot akan dilakukan dalam dua tahap, yakni DP dan pelunasan. Sebelum aku mulai menulis, kamu bisa mengirim DP 50% dari estimasi harga total, kemudian melunasinya ketika tulisan sudah seluruhnya jadi. Perlu dicatat bahwa aku baru akan mengirimkan tulisan jika pesananmu sudah terbayar penuh.

Pembayaran commission puisi dan surat akan langsung dilakukan penuh setelah aku selesai menulis. Tapi seperti one-shot, aku baru akan mengirimkan hasilnya setelah transaksi masuk.

Pembayaran melalui Trakteer dan DANA. Jika melalui Trakteer, harga di akhir akan ditambah 5% dari total keseluruhan sebagai biaya admin website. Pembayaran yang sudah masuk tidak bisa di-refund.

CATATAN

Aku punya gaya menulis yang cukup fleksibel. Baku dan puitis sampai lowercase crack, kamu boleh request sesuai preferensimu.

Pengerjaan commission akan dikerjakan sesuai urutan yang masuk. Milikmu baru akan kutulis setelah pesanan yang sebelumnya selesai. Tolong jadikan ini pertimbangan, terutama jika kamu ingin pesananmu cepat jadi.

Jika di tengah proses diskusi ataupun pengerjaan kamu tidak merespons dalam kurun waktu lebih dari 1x24 jam, pesanan lain akan otomatis didahulukan.

Jika setelah tulisan selesai dan kamu tidak merespons dalam kurun waktu lebih dari 3x24 jam, pesananmu akan langsung kuunggah melalui Trakteer. Username-mu juga akan ditampilkan sebagai sanksi.

Jika ada kendala dalam menghubungiku lewat DM Twitter, kamu bisa reach out ke Telegram.

Aku menerima commission dengan karakter dari universe yang aku punya, tapi aku tidak menerima request untuk menuliskan ending ceritanya.

Dalam menulis, aku cenderung tidak mempedulikan posisi dominan dan submisif. Pun kamu bisa mengatakan preferensimu soal ini, terutama jika yang kamu mau adalah narasi NSFW.

FAQ

1. Gamja, aku mau pacaran sama biasku! Kamu bisa nulis BIM nggak?

Bisa dongs. Tinggal sebut aja orangnya yang mana dan mau pacaran kayak gimana, lewat tanganku kalian bakal jadi pasangan paling manis sedunia parsos.

2. Kalo aku mau cerita yang bukan naksir-naksiran gimana? Misal tentang temen platonik atau keluarga gitu?

Gak masalah. Toh cinta banyak bentuknya.

3. Kamu bersedia nulis karakter idol yang masih minor gak, Ja? Kalo iya, bisa request ada adegan cium-ciumnya?

Bersedia, selama ceritanya gak mengandung seks dan minum alkohol alias cuma cinta-cintaan gemes. Buat adegan ciuman, aku membatasi adek-adek ini sampe kecup pipi dan bibir sekali aja ya. Anak kecil dilarang cium brutal.

Reminder, usia legal secara politik di Indonesia adalah 18 tahun dan batas usia minimum konsumsi alkohol adalah 21 tahun.

4. Ja, mabu-mabu tipsy kan bisa masuk dubious consent, kalo aku request kegiatan ranjang habis mereka minum, kamu bisa nulisnya gak?

Hm, aku ragu hasilnya bakal sememuaskan seks full consent karena aku cenderung menempatkan diri jadi karakternya ketika nulis. Merinding dikit sebenernya, tapi mungkin beberapa bisa kutulis tergantung nanti jalan ceritanya gimana. Pokoknya komunikasikan aja sama aku. Semisal gak bisa, kita cari jalan keluarnya sama-sama.

5. Aku mau commis cerita yang karakternya penuh trauma, min. Boleh gak?

Jadi lucu dong ntar karena orang lucu biasanya banyak traumanya. Tapi bercanda. Spesifik traumanya karena apa? Kalo bukan yang aku alami sendiri kayak family issue atau toxic environment, aku gak yakin bisa paham penuh gimana responnya. Pun bisa, kemungkinan besar aku harus research dulu. Lengkapnya nanti tanya aja ke aku, tapi jangan lupa ya kalau aku menolak nulis adegan melukai diri sendiri secara fisik.

6. Aku lagi sedih hebat, kalo aku mau ceritanya ikut sad ending gimana?

Gapapa, di sini semua boleh sedih sebebas-bebasnya.

7. Soal commission surat nih, Ja! Ini untuk idol aja atau boleh siapa aja? Kalo aku mau minta tolong buatin surat yang isinya puisi buat mamaku bisa gak?

Asal itu orang yang kamu sayang dan kamu seneng ngasih mereka hadiah, puisi dan surat boleh ditujukan ke siapapun. <3

8. Di atas, one-shot tulisannya minimal 800 kata meanwhile puisi dan surat maksimal 500 kata. Kalo aku mau commis narasi 600-700 kata gimana?

Aku menaikkan minimal jumlah kata untuk one-shot karena setelah introspeksi diri, ternyata aku punya tendensi buat membacot di tulisan fiksi. Kalo kamu mau commis dengan range kata segitu, berarti kita belum jodoh, hehe. Sebagai gantinya, aku bisa jodohin kamu ke penulis lain yang nyediain jasa sesuai yang kamu mau!

9. Aku pengen ceritaku dibaca juga sama yang lain, Ja! Bayar gak kalo di-upload di Twitter?

No need to ya, Cakep. Justru kalo diunggah, aku akan ngasih kamu bonus cover sebagai visualisasi ceritanya. Itung-itung ucapan terima kasih karena portofolioku sekarang ketambahan karya baru. :)

10. Terakhir, Gamjanim ada rencana nerima commission yang bentuknya socmed au gak?

Sekarang belum ada karena aku masih bingung mau kayak gimana sistemnya. Temen-temen yang punya saran tentang ini, boleh cuap-cuap ke aku ya!

Pertanyaan lain terkait commission bisa disampaikan ke retrospring atau DM.

Aku bukan profesional dalam bidang kepenulisan, tapi aku suka menulis dan belajar sastra. Jadi aku akan berusaha mengoptimalkan hasil kerjaku sesuai dengan kaidah yang berlaku. Jika kamu mempercayakan ide ceritamu untuk kutulis, terima kasih banyak! ♥︎

(PORTOFOLIO)

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PROGRESS

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[dragon-ball-meta]

New Toyotaro Manga Chapter Thought Thingy.

Welp: -Trunks really is just SUPER into superheroes now. Like... just is. Nothing really touches on what made him stop thinking it was lame, he just doesn’t now for the sake of the current arc. -I thought the callbacks in the illustrated preview before was ham-fisted, with Trunks and Goten wearing outfits similar to Gohan’s, even using the “Saiyaman” name (Saiyaman X1 and X2, to be precise), but now Trunks is even riding a bike just like Gohan rode in the “WE GOTTA POWER” intro as well as having Pilaf make him a watch for transforming into Saiyaman... just like Gohan’s. Trunks also accidentally has his identity exposed in front of his friends, a la Gohan. It’s getting to be a bit much. -They’re TRIPLING down on this Trunks being super into Mai, trying to get her to go on dates with him, etc. It was one thing in the Future where they both met well into his adulthood, but here it’s still kinda... oof. At least it may still be one-sided for the most part, though given the focus it’s getting already, I fear it won’t be by the end, and then we get to have A Special Talk amongst the fandom. -Goten is kind of... just there. Almost Trunks’ sidekick. Just one chapter but man I hope that changes fast. -There are references to the movie but BOY do they feel shoehorned in. Trunks sees his grandparents at a flower shop and they’re there to buy Pan flowers as a gift for starting kindergarten, but his grandpa mentions giving the toddler a plane because she... mentioned she wants to fly like “Piccolo and the others”. Then the “zombie” sightings that are meant to be Hedo’s experiments. Then it turns out the guy Trunks and Goten are fighting is Hedo himself by proxy which... not gonna lie, all of this could probably be worse, but it’s def in-your-face and has all the marks of a work written after the fact that’s trying to prove it lines up with the story coming next. Less a proper prequel and more like the way a fanfic would name drop or event drop something from the main series meant to be a thing later to sort-of tie their “backstory” to the characters in the show? If that makes sense? Oh, and Trunks, half of Gotenks, whose Ultimate Attack involved spawning ghost clones... is scared of Ghosts. Random fear, but meh. I mean overall it’s not a huge offender, but it’s also not that good. Trunks’ personality seems to mostly be the exact same DBS Trunks we’ve been seeing, but in high school now. Goten is... still mostly blank. The references are clumsy, and Toyotaro’s absolute addiction to callbacks continues.  Also the moment of Vegeta wank where Goku, Beerus, and Whis are chowing down but Vegeta is off staring into the sky thinking about Freeza and his new form, because of course he’s the only one who would take that remotely seriously and all. Meh. I can’t say I’ve got high hopes for this, but at least we’ve not cratered out of the gate.