#exo pov

[imaginidol]

Kyungsoo: Recording My Thoughts Out Loud

"Could we maybe try that line again?" You speak into the small microphone that projects your voice into Kyungsoo's recording booth. He scrunches his face in annoyance, though he is not annoyed at you particularly.

"Okay, ready," he signals a thumbs-up in your direction, and you replay the soundtrack from the demo's pre-chorus.

You and Kyungsoo were currently recording his lines for one of EXO's B-sides for an upcoming comeback. The only issue was that, surprisingly, Kyungsoo wasn't performing as well as he usually did.

"I started thinking of you, but not in the same way that I used to," Kyungsoo sung, pouring his everything into the lyric. He finished, let out a grunt, and motioned for you to re-record it again.

And so, you did.

Followed by another grunt,

and one last re-recording after that.

He was flustered, and you could see it. For a moment, you watched fondly in awe as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, completely focused on his own thoughts as he wrote something next to the lyric pages in front of him, quietly humming the tune of his adlibs in strive of perfection.

At this point, you weren't even sure if keeping him to record so late at night was truly a mishap or a blessing in disguise.

"I don't know," he muttered into the microphone, "if this even sounds good. This line, right here. What do you think of some improv?" He bit his lower lip, then shot his eyes up to make straight and sudden eye-contact with you, which made your heart skip a heavy beat and force you out of your daydreaming.

"Oh, uhm, okay. What did you have in mind?"

He cleared his throat. "Give me a few minutes, let me try to figure something out," he smiled once he got your approval.

Once again, you found yourself secretly admiring the sight of a deep-in-thought Kyungsoo humming different harmonizations that would better suit the line he was assigned.

"Hmmm-hmmmm," you could, through your own pair of studio headphones, quietly listen into his voice as he did so.

Shit, he sounds so fucking beautiful, you thought quietly to yourself.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm," he continued on, unaware of your admiration.

I could listen to you aaallllll day, you smiled sheepishly to yourself, putting your fingers over your mouth to hide your now obvious blushing. I need to calm down, I can't be unfocused right now!

If anyone ever finds out I'm crushing badly on this fucker, I'll probably get fired or something. Maybe. I've only been here a week. I'm not about to find out.

But who knew... Kyungsoo of EXO is so unbelievably attractive... and he doesn't even try!

His quiet but thoughtful personality, matched with an angelic voice...

Fuck, I love my new job.

"Okay," he shifted his focus back to you, "I think I got it now."

You proceeded to finish recording the rest of his lines flawlessly, and his contribution certainly gave the song more of an EXO vibe than it had before.

"Okay, I'm going to look over the adlibs for the bridge, and then the outro stuff," he smiled. "One minute, please."

"You can have all of my damn time if you want it," you muttered quietly under your breath, once again enjoying the sounds of his harmonization through your headphones.

"This line..." he examined his papers, singing up a scale to slowly make his way to the high note he needed to reach.

"Come with me 'cause I need you right... nooooooooooooww!" He closed his eyes as he gracefully reached the most beautiful vocal note you'd ever possibly heard.

"You're so fucking HOT for that," you whispered into your hand, covering the stupid smile that spread vulnerably across your face.

He tried it once more, this time probably more perfect than the last, if that was even possible.

"I need an inhaler," you giggled and whispered quietly to yourself, "because this man sounds prettier than Baekhyun. Than fucking Baekhyun!"

After about ten or so minutes, you finally ended the recording session, giving Kyungsoo a big thumbs-up as you proceeded to save the computer audio files appropriately while he gathered his things in the booth to leave.

"Well done today, Kyungsoo," you said as encouragingly but also professionally as you possibly could. You were still working, after all, and had to respect him regardless of being co-workers, a fan, a mutual, or not.

"Thank you," he smiled at you, and you offered a smile back as he motioned his way to open the door for you both to exit the recording room.

"Oh," he turned to look at you, placing one hand against the doorknob, "I have a quick question."

"Sure," you looked up at him as you finished zipping up your coat.

"Do you really think I'm better than Baek?"

Your heart dropped. No wait, your face dropped first. Matter of fact, you almost nearly collapsed at the words that slipped his mouth.

"You-- what?"

"Baekhyun," he said, a gentle smile with perfect teeth now spreading curiously over his face. "And I'm hot too, apparently."

"I'm-- WHAT!?"

He let out a comfortable laugh as you felt your face redden, your palms dampening intensely, and your heart practically racing out of your chest.

"You know," he said, motioning towards the desk of the computer and pointing toward a small switch on the left center of the audio console. "This right here mutes your mic. You mute it and unmute it when you want to talk to me in the booth. I think I forgot to show you that when I went over this console's basic things, but I figured you'd find it since you're a session recorder, after all. I guess not."

Shit, you defeatedly cover your face in total embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, Kyungsoo! I'm really taking this job seriously and I'm not some creepy crazy fan--"

"Don't worry about it," he laughed, wrapping a gentle arm around your shoulders and bringing you into a hug.

Fuck, you thought as the scent of his elegant cologne hit your face.

"I won't tell anyone," he winked, "just as long as you promise to keep doing it. But just with me."

You smiled awkwardly, nodding at his request.

Well, now he just knows what he's doing. And he's good at it.

"Let me walk you out to your car tonight."

Offering you his sweetest smile and gentlest hand to grab, he opened the door for you and, like the gentleman he was, allowed you to walk out first.

#kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop imagine #kyungoo #do kyungsoo #exo #exo do #exo do kyungsoo #exo kyunsoo #exo imagines #exo one shots #exo fanfic #exo pov #exo baekhyun #exo xiumin #exo minseok #exo chen #exo jongdae #exo chanyeol #exo lay #exo lay zhang #exo sehun #exo suho #exo kai #exo edit #exo edits #exo kyungoo imagines #exo baekhyun imagines #exo kyungsoo fanfic #exo baekhyun fanfic

[endivinity]

forget me not

#pov u are holding a bug or perhaps a weird little alien creature #kullen art #damascus-12 #destiny #destiny 2 #destiny exo

[eruden-writes]

Room & Board - Part 20 (Vampire x Reader x Werewolf)

paranormal fantasy vampire x human eventual triad (x werewolf)

Anonymous asked:

For the prompt submissions a vampire that feels guilty after feeding/attacking someone so they leave obscenely valuable ancient artifacts as payment/an apology?

Links under cut!

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In the end, Jemma’s location spell does the trick. Well, kind of. The enchantment leads you through paranormal markets under the city, finding the right people to interrogate. It turns out vampires have few friends in your city. People who seek out vampires are either signing their own death warrant or ready to stake a few of the arrogant bloodsuckers.

Either way, it wasn’t anyone else’s business. One lead turns into a dead end. Another has no substantial foundation. Yet another tries to extort money and goods out of you, which led to Jemma actually turning that informant into a toad. With each new bit of information, you’re all led further and further out of the city.

Eventually, weeks after Tabaeus left, a tip finally strikes solid and true.

Two states away from home, you sit in a rental car with Jemma, Ewan, Liuva and Bjarka at a late-night diner. Despite the time of night and the fact the building is shuttered up, the mall across the way from the diner is seemingly popular.

Even when you ask the waitress - Tess, she/her - if there’s an event going on over at the mall, she shoots you a puzzled look. When her eyes flick up to the window, you spot a glaze tinting her gaze as she informs you, “Nothing’s supposed to be happening over there. The old mall is about as dead as it ever is.”

Even as the waitress stares, you watch one group head into the allegedly abandoned building as others leave. Some are elegant, others are crude and punkish. Yet it seems Tess does not see or notice them.

As the waitress falls into her rehearsed spiel, you share a look with Ewan and Jemma. Tess doesn’t seem to acknowledge the dense air settling around your group as you all realize she - and likely the rest of the diner’s staff - is under some vampiric sway. You push the discomfort away before ordering.

Something burns in your chest. Tabaeus has to be nearby. This feels like the right place, but you have no reason beyond the smoldering in your chest. You never felt like this with any other lead before. Or maybe you’re just tired of searching, sick of getting your hopes up.

After you’ve finished your meal - saying nothing further of the mall to the staff - the three of you trudge to the parking lot.

“What’s the plan?” Ewan takes out his phone, swiping through random apps. It’s only when he points vaguely toward the highway that you realize he’s putting on a front for anyone potentially spying on you. His green eyes tilt toward you, uncharacteristic seriousness making his words sobering, “Are we heading in now or biding time?”

“We should bust in, magic blazing.” From the backseat, Jemma leans forward, her own phone in hand. She, too, has taken up Ewan’s ruse.

Unlike the other two, you don’t bother with a phone. Shaking your head, you fight the urge to flick your gaze back toward the mall. “I think we should be subtle.”

Silence settles over the car as Jemma and Ewan continue to look at their phones, their hands, you. Anywhere but directly at the mall. If anyone watched your little crew, they’d believe it wasn’t even on your radar, you think.

Finally, something glints in Jemma’s eyes as she meets your gaze, raising her eyebrows. “Don’t malls usually have skylights or vents on the roof?”

“They’ll hear us coming.” Another shake of your head. Besides, how would the three of you get up there without causing a commotion?

Ewan nods to the back where the imps-turned-sugar gliders sit with ethereal intelligence gleaming in their eyes. The two have been silent as potential plans have bounced around the car. Upon them being noticed, Bjarka and Liuvia exchange a look. Wordless communication flies between them until Bjarka nods and says, “We will do it for a pie.”

You frown at their little demand. “I thought you wanted Tabaeus back.”

“We do,” Liuvia says, but they smile in a way that reminds you they are supernatural, “But we also want pie. A strawberry rhubarb one.”

With a heavy sigh, you glance from the imps to Jemma and Ewan. They both return your look with mild amusement and shrug.

“Ugh fine,” you sigh as you open your door. “You could’ve said something when we were still inside.”

“You didn’t ask,” chirrups one of the imps, though you’re not sure which as the door closes. You trek back to the diner, still fighting the urge to look toward the mall. Despite your efforts to remain realistic, you can’t help but feel a little lighter. As if you were one step closer to a conclusion.

—

It’s early morning, just as the sun half climbs above the horizon line, when you decide to put your plan into action. Through a scrying mirror conjured up by Jemma, you watch as Bjarka and Liuvia embark toward the mall from the nearby woods you deposited them in the night previous. The two dart along the dwindling shadows as dawn rises. As squirrels, they easily scale the building and prance along the roof with light steps. They duck and bounce around, taking stock of their options as far as vents, grates, and skylights go.

As the imps decide their next course of action, the rest of you wait. Liuvia and Bjarka eventually pry a grate off a vent and clatter into the metal tunnel. The image on the mirror follows as they scurry through the twisty ventilation. The motion and lighting makes your stomach cramp, so you turn away.

You sit in the backseat with Jemma, who continues to watch the mirror, eyebrows furrowed. In the front, Ewan drives. Last night, after leaving the imps behind, the rest of you drove off and found a clearing to hunker down in for the night. Sleep hadn’t been easy and, now, exhaustion battles in your veins with mounting adrenaline as you near the mall again.

Your plan banks on the fact Lachlan and Tabaeus are different - older, stronger, more powerful - than the average vampire. That should make walking into the mall-turned-vampire-nest easier. Well, as long as Bjarka and Liuvia managed to unlock a door for you.

As Ewan pulls the car into the mall’s parking lot and settles the car in a spot close to the door, he turns to Jemma. “How’re the smallfries doing?”

“They can see us and they’re unlocking the door now,” Jemma answers and, with a wave of her hand, the scrying mirror fizzles off. She’s already climbing out of the car, stowing the mirror in her bag. Despite long conversations last night, Ewan and yourself weren’t able to dissuade the witch from coming along.

“Ready?” Ewan pops his door open, though he’s still turned toward you. Concern etches into his features, as if he’s on the brink of saying you didn’t have to come along. He could handle this, he could save Tabaeus in your place.

But he can’t. Something in you knows this. With a swallow, you nod and open your own door.

The trek into the mall is short and blessedly uneventful. There don’t appear to be any vampiric thralls or familiars standing guard. Perhaps it is hubris on Lachlan’s part, but you don’t dismiss the possibilities of guards or problems deeper inside the building.

Liuvia and Bjarka hitch a ride in Jemma’s bag as Ewan leads your group, with you smack in the middle. He tilts his face up, nose twitching. The barest of a transformation touches Ewan’s features. Some thicker hair, a slew of stubble, the vaguest shift of a nose becoming a snout. He’s delaying the transformation to keep the vampires from sensing him, but you’re sure he’s nervous.

Hell, you’re nervous. You strain to hear the smallest sound, nearly holding your breath the farther you wander into the mall. For the most part, it’s silent. You don’t see or sense anyone else around, other than your group. Though that’s not saying much, considering you’re just a human. With a glance to Jemma, then to Ewan, you confirm nothing seems immediately suspicious.

Though their features are pinched as they focus, neither says or indicates a danger is nearby.

Faintly, you wonder how long he can hold a semi-shift as your eyes take in the corridor. Illumination surprisingly spills in from the sunlights. The stores appear chained and locked, the windows blacked out. Squinting at the locks and darkness, you wonder if there’s more beyond. Is each store a vampire’s personal territory? Is it like a hotel here? Or are they all lower in the building?

All five of you remain as silent as possible as you journey deeper and deeper. Past stores, through the food court, to a stairwell. Jemma conjures up a ball of light without further instruction, lighting the stairs. The aesthetic of the mall holds firm with tiled walls as you descend to the underground section of the mall. A vague chill creeps along your limbs, realizing you’re now underground.

Apparently, the basement is still a commercial area, you realized as the stairs open up to another floor of storefronts. Here, however, the stores are larger and, if you squint, you realize there’s faded signs like ‘bowling alley’ and ‘community development’ hanging over the entryways. No light manages to filter this far down, though. You try not to think about that as you follow Ewan, who keeps close to the walls.

Along with the faint chill, the silence of the area weighs heavily in your ears. It’s too quiet, even as your group scuttles over the expanse of tiled floor.

Quickly enough, you’re led down a slightly obscured hall, before Ewan finds another door. Pushing it open reveals a second set of stairs. This time, the stairwell feels industrial. There’s no happy white-and-blue tiled designs. Just stark metal and industrial grey that devolves into shadows as you peer down into the stairwell.

There’s a brief moment when you look at Ewan and Jemma. Their gaze seeks yours as well, checking to see if you’re still determined to continue. As one, the three of you nod. Jemma hoists the light a fraction higher and it glows a little more intently as you all descend.

The atmosphere grows colder, now raking across any bare skin. Dankness tinges the air as you notice thick gatherings of cobwebs and dead rats on the stairs. Eventually, you come to a landing that leads to a heavy door. The air is locked in your lungs as Ewan slowly shoulders the door open, obscuring your view as he peers around the other side.

After a beat, he opens the door further and the scent of damp and mildew overpowers the air around you. You choke down a cough as Ewan motions for you to follow him into a darkened hall.

If possible, it’s even harder to discern your surroundings now as you follow the werewolf. The shadows seem deeper, darker, more dangerous. The chill in the air bites at your throat. From the light of Jemma’s magic orb, your gaze follows various pipes and catches on rusted, industrial machinery. You have no clue what this all is. Elevator and escalator mechanisms? Gas piping for the food court? Long-abandoned generators?

Whatever is down here, you feel the vague sensation of continuing to go downward, on a gentle slope.

A startle rocks through you as you freeze, hearing something skitter on the concrete floor and echo in the distance. The other two pause. In the span of a breath, fur sprouts from Ewan and his face elongates further, his limbs and muscles growing. A crackle of energy hisses behind you, but you can’t bring yourself to turn and see what Jemma has conjured.

A low rumble of a growl catches in Ewan’s throat as you all wait.

Nothing and no one makes itself known. Slowly, you all carry on in the darkness.

You’re not sure how far you walk when Ewan stops and turns suddenly. You follow as he stalks down an adjacent hall - one you barely even saw - and stops at a wrought-iron door. This time, he doesn’t look at you and Jemma.

Ewan reaches for the large handle, yanking it open so fast your heart trips.

Soft, warm light spills over you from the room on the other side of the door. Rapidly, you blink to dispel the blots of blurry color. The room slowly takes shape in front of your eyes.

Lanterns hang around a large circular room, glowing low and vague. The room is as industrial as the rest of the underground hell, with large pipes and metal and machines. At odds with the metal, however, are mountains of cushions and fabrics draped haphazardly around the room. The pillows and fabrics - of all colors and styles and sheerness levels - bring some color to the deary grey, but somehow that makes the room worse. It sends agitation scraping down your spine.

Then your gaze lights on Tabaeus.

They are chained to a hulking system of pipes, lounging on a smaller hill of pillows. They’re naked, covered only in bruises and fresh bite marks. Their head lolls back, their hair a tangled waterfall. Your heart cracks at the sight, the rest of the world melting away as you step closer to them.

“You’re free to try and take Tabaeus, but… Well, they likely won’t go. This is what they know, this is home.” Lachlan’s voice shocks you from your thoughts. Your attention jerks to Ewan and Jemma, both looking as startled as you feel. Their attention doesn’t snap to the door you just entered from - nor any other dark crevice on your level.

No, you realize their attention is tilted upward. You follow the angle of their gazes and dread curdles in your guts. Lachlan is positioned overhead, on some sort of walkway that snakes through the pipes. He sits on a railing, draped in a way that screams egotistical ease and surety. Others linger behind him, ranging in muted hues and wearing clothing from an array of eras. More pallid vampires start to poke their attention out from the dark shadows of the room, all watching you with red eyes.

Mounting dismay fills your chest before you see Lachlan’s smile twists into something smug. In an instant, rage flares in your chest. Your hands fist at your sides, your shoulders straightening as you glare up at Lachlan. Somehow, through the sick sensations in your stomach, you manage to bite out, “Let Tabaeus be the judge of that.”

Lachlan’s answering chuckle makes your blood boil as he languidly motions toward Tabaeus. “Be my guest.”

#vampire #vampire lover #vampire x reader #2nd pov #monster lover #monster boyfriend #monster fucker #exophilia #exo writing #werewolf #monster love #monster romance #monster x human #room & board #r&b #room and board #tabaeus #ewan #reader

[amaranth]

CALL ME BABY EXO, 2015

#this gifset may as well be titled pov: you watch the cmb mv as an exo-m stan (hello tao's little tummy! hello!!) #exo #exosnet #kpopccc #ultkpopnetwork #dailybg #maleidolsedit #ee #gifs #also ksoo is SO sexy i'll never recover from him in this mv

[kimjiwoong]

omg I never mentioned this but one of my fave things about the guy I'm dating is that since he's a musician he sort of found kpop on his own right? and decided to find music he liked but he has no idea of the lore and backstory so I'm just filling him in djdjd last time we saw each other I mentioned every reason why I disliked jay park and he was amazed

#he's very into kai as a soloist and exo/nct #he's a producer too so like from a producing pov i get what attracts him abt nct lmao #rose.txt

[moonrevolutions]

the remaining members of vi’s group, galxsee, in the grand theft auto 5 verse or whatever idol / popstar verse he has… they might pop up every now and then since they’re reuniting, so a little blurb on them all.

jihoon kim / leader. horribly irresponsible with a bad coke habit. but he’s pretty nice and he tips very well at restaurants. if you want a bestie for life, he’s your guy! but you cannot trust him with your car, he will lose it in a bet. a father of two, much to our dismay. didn’t wife up his baby mamas, either. but he’s there for his kids and tries his best.

namsung yu / look at that smile!!! him and virote are the ‘ our dental work is so beautiful and expensive ’ club. angel. very well meaning, if not naive at times. enjoys reading comic books. :) we love namsung in this house. :) he’s also very good at composing! music theory is his strongest asset. he loves classical music puns… don’t ask him about debussy.

sangjin jung / very rude. very judgmental. he’ll cut you off in traffic without using a blinker. he thinks you’re a dumb fucking idiot, but he sings very well and i can forgive him for being an asshole because he can outsing everyone in the room. vi had to share a room with him and thought he would get stabbed in his sleep—they get along, tho. sangjin would duel with patrick bateman and win.

hansik cha / muscleheaded jock with a lot of tatts but he’s kind of an introvert and spends most of his time being chronically online with social media. streams a lot from his home gym. also play uno online with him plz. he’s from the uk… and no one will let him forget it, either. gets nicknamed ‘ tea bag ’ in a double entendre kind of way and it’s torture. allergic to cheese. gets triple cheese on his subway sandwiches anyway.

yongyi wen / from china. he’s perpetually confused… and kind of tepid in personality. probably because he has so much anxiety that it’s frozen his entire brain. however, this mf can play a guitar and make you cry in the process. he never has much to say… so please don’t talk to him. he’s shy and does not want to talk outside of his professional work. hansik and him communicate by telepathy because they are both shut-ins or something. they stare at each other and blink and they just get it.

junichiro soseki / he’s actually the third oldest of everyone with that baby ass face of his, he’s older than vi by a few years. from japan, but studied in canada for a couple of years or so. hated it, 0 / 10 would never go back. went to college for food science, he be cookin’. he’s as cute as his face displays… a lovely lad. but a little impatient when people aren’t as quick with learning as he is. also impatient with people who are bad at communicating… … so you know what that means for the two above.

#*･༓☾ about! a shimmer in the night. #/ pov. you're sitting between hansik and yongyi. #/ you die from clashing energy. #/ theyre based of exo. when i say 'remaining'... if you know. you know. lol. #/ exodusgate......

[exo-inhuman]

> [Junmyeon] “There there, Sehun-ah, you’re not a child anymore. You were the one who wanted to watch this movie in the first place, aren’t you?” > Junmyeon does his best to comfort Sehun who keeps trying to hide behind him, but he can’t help but look longingly in Jongdae’s direction. Luhan had agreed to sit between them as an extra buffer so Sehun wouldn’t bother Jongdae, but Junmyeon is already regretting their seating arrangement. His eyes keep being drawn back to where Jongdae is huddled close to Luhan, tensing up when Luhan suddenly grabs onto Jongdae’s arm in fear, and then Jongdae patting Luhan’s hand comfortingly. Junmyeon shakes his head and forces himself to look back at the TV, but not really watching what’s on the screen. He’s being petty and selfish, and he knows it. But it doesn’t change the fact that he’d rather have his arms full of Jongdae right now.

#exo #exo fanart #suchen #junmyeon #jongdae #sehun #luhan #post timeskip #junmyeon's pov

[lumina-luceat]

I have some head cannon that always lives rent free in my head. When Spider is with the Recom they totally spoil the hell out of him. Like on the outside pov they see that Recom is just some scary soldier and Spider is hostage but truly it's just a bunch of uncle and aunt who spoil the baby of squads.

For Recom just a couple of months ago Spider was still a toddler and now he is a fully grown teenager they still can't accept and still see Spider as a baby. I mean are you going to say that they will never spoil him? like come on! He is the first baby of their squad of course everyone in the team will spoil him! They probably spoil the Spider after two days he is born. LOL

So here some head canon

Lyle is obviously the most spoiled person on the squads. He will do absolutely everything with Spider and never say no.

He nominates himself as a godfather for Spider and no one wants to argue with him because they are tired of his shit.

Mansk always cooks for him and is the nanny most of the time because he is the responsible one.

Zdog was a totally fun aunt who let Spider do something reckless and laughed when he fell.

Lopez and Ja I still don't know much about them but I'm gonna put them with "Spider shenanigans" that give Quaritch a lot of headache.

Quaritch is a Papa Bear. Always a papa of the squads and now he had a feral teenager son and that put him a lot of stress, Admore often saw him pop some aspirin tree time a day.

Quaritch may seem like a tough dad but he had a soft spot towards Spider a lot. Like he is always checking on him, make sure he gets enough sleep and food. Always carrying an extra Exo mask and snack for his son.

Even Cupcakes have a favoritism for Spider, she probably likes Spider more than Quaritch.

Spider don't like being treat like a baby but he can't deny that it feel good. It was his first time to feel love and get the attention that he always wants.

So that's all! probably. I love the Chaotic Recom family with the feral Spider. I live for them🥹

#spider socorro #spider avatar #miles spider socorro #atwow spider #avatar spider #spider atwow #spider miles socorro #adopted spider socorro

[emissaire]

welcome to college - toman x reader x bonten

꒰꒰. CHAPTER: 006 - rabid dogs

꒰꒰. SPECIFIC TAG(S): mature themes

꒰꒰. NOTE: the messages from the boys are in chifuyu's pov // and yes, i used (ot10) exo's pic what abt it lol // also pls ignore timestamps

➥ MASTERLIST

inui is very protective of you and is not shy of showing it. after all, he has every reason to

the band started bombarding your phone w/ messages when they saw your tweet:

suna: totally not feeling like we've been replaced // tanaka: are you having fun?!?! maaan i want kimchi so bad // kunimi: have fun, maaa :3 ignore suna's overdramatic ass // kiyoko: eat lots and enjoy yourself!! ♥ // semi: oooh ms. famous and her fanboys. can u grab something for me at the store though? lol

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꒰꒰. SYNOPSIS: mitsuya jokingly invited his friends to attend a christian university together, saying they should change the way they live. since his friends are a bunch of crackheads, they went along with it, expecting long years of chaos in college. then you came along, the pretty girl who leads the chapel services every monday morning with a heavenly voice.

꒰꒰. TAGLIST: @wayenn @txoru @bontensbabygirl @lylovw @siimp4youu @mael-0 @pinksilk @siimp4youu @thetruepair @ricecake234 @rana14 @mwahru

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work of emissaire, 2023 - plagiarism is a crime

#— tr work: wtc ✨ #livre: amaryllis #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smau #tokrev smau #tr smau #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #draken x reader #mitsuya takashi x reader #chifuyu matsuno x reader #kazutora hanemiya x reader #sano manjiro x reader #ran haitani x reader #rindou haitani x reader

[writerblue275]

Songs that make me think of each Heartsteel member [and Alune] (with minimal explanation).

Inspiration: One of the things I do to inspire myself while writing is listen to music. I’ve always been musical (piano, viola, and singing) and music can really set my mood/make me think of a scenario. Occasionally when I’m just listening to music in my car, a song pops up and I’m like…"Oh that makes me think of (enter character here)!"

Genre: ?? I have absolutely no clue how to classify this?? Mood music??? Headcanon inspiration??

Category: I guess fluff, but some of these songs are indirectly or directly suggestive/explicit so 😬. But nothing explicit actually in this post.

Tw: None for this post besides swearing, but again some of these songs are directly or indirectly suggestive/explicit so listen at your own discretion. 🤷🏼‍♀️

(Each person gets at least 2 songs. Sett and Kayn get three because it's my post that's why. 😂)

Aphelios:

“Thnks fr th Mmrs” - Fall Out Boy (Lmao if you think I wouldn’t have some emo/alt for Phel on this list, you’re sorely mistaken.)

“Levitating” - Dua Lipa (“I got you, moonlight, you’re my, starlight…”💃)

Ezreal:

“Hey Mama!” - EXO-CBX (Did you really think I wouldn’t have Baekhyun for Ez in some way? Yeah fucking right! I associate him with my fav EXO sub-unit song.)

“Hyperfixations” - Catie Turner (I actually had this for Aphelios initially but then I realized it fit Ez WAY BETTER. I LOVE THIS SONG.)

Kayn:

“Met Him Last Night” - Demi Lovato (Feat. Ariana Grande) (All I have to say is listen to the lyrics, especially the first verse through the chorus, and tell me it’s not a fucking POV of meeting Kayn.)

“Gives You Hell” - The All-American Rejects (This is absolutely Kayn’s response to his old band.)

“S&M” - Rihanna (😏 Makes sense with one of my prior ranking/headcanons.)

(I have so many alternate options for Kayn omfg. I really struggled limiting it to only one more for him since I’m not doing that for most others. What does this say about me and my taste in music? 😂)

K’Sante:

“Physical” - Dual Lipa (Thought of our gym bro duo and then the lyrics made me think of K’Sante!)

“I’m Not Sorry” DEAN, Eric Bellinger (The confidence in the lyrics and then energy/vibe of the song just SCREAMED K’Sante to me!)

Sett:

“Confident (Rock Version)” - Demi Lovato (“…I’m the boss right now…” Damn straight Sett is the boss.)

“Watermelon Sugar” - Harry Styles (Again, makes sense with one of my previous rankings/headcanons.😏)

“34 + 35” - Ariana Grande (🫣 LISTEN I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT. 😅).

Yone:

“Black Swan” - BTS (What the lyrics talk about fit really well with Yone’s known backstory before Heartsteel.)

“Home” - Catie Turner (I just think it fits secretly soft and romantic Yone very well!)

EXTRA - Alune (because we love her and she’s a baddie):

“God is a Woman” - Ariana Grande (She sure is, especially when she has to be the manager of Heartsteel and deal with these six. 😂)

“%% (Eung Eung)” - Apink (the vibe of the song fits her well and I like the lyrics with Alune’s vibe too.)

Thanks for reading/vibing. I feel like I might have to do more of these. Maybe make it a series as I realize it's happening with more songs! Music is my biggest inspiration when I write.

#heartsteel #heartsteel headcanons #Heartsteel headcanon inspiration #heartsteel aphelios #heartsteel ezreal #heartsteel kayn #heartsteel k'sante #heartsteel sett #heartsteel yone #heartsteel alune #headcanon #league of legends

[kokaibop]

pov: it’s time to perform the best bside in your discography.

— EXO, GRAVITY, 2019 SMTOWN @ TOKYO

#exo #exosnet #exoedit #ultkpop #kpopco #ksoloists #mgroupsedit #maleidolsedit #dailybg #userjoanna #userzyx #wabisarah #usershinaryu #useraweks #mine* #gifs* #exo* #flashing tw #suho #baekhyun #chen #chanyeol #kai #sehun #this has been on my drafts for weeks aksjd

[imaginidol]

POV: The Intimate Moments Between You & Kai's Relationship

There's a faint sound of running faucet water that wakes you up from a slumber that you hadn't even noticed you'd slipped into. You hear a faint tap, tap, tap coming from a corner of the room.

It takes you a couple seconds to realize you're in some sort of hotel room. Actually, you are. A quick glance at a sleek men's suitcase sitting at the foot of the window reminds you that you're in Jongin's room. This is his bed.

Tap, tap, tap. You turn over and find yourself peeking at Jongin through the bathroom mirror, which is in broad view from where you lay in bed. Jongin is spreading shaving cream all over his beard stubble and faint mustache, possibly unaware that you'd even woken up.

Right, the memories start flooding back to you. You were out all night with Jongin and the rest of the management and EXO members, hopping from an evening dinner to a late-night American talk show interview and performance, and somehow soberly made your way back to the hotel. I must've done it again last night. Shit, did I... did I fall asleep with Jongin--

"Good morning," Jongin's voice startles you back to reality and away from your traveling thoughts. "Kind of unprofessional that my hairstylist slept in my room, don't you think?"

Oh no, you think to yourself, feeling around the nightstand table for your phone. You have plenty missed calls and texts from the manager.

Shit, I'm definitely getting fired, you curse quietly in your head.

Last night you’d had only a few drinks for dinner. All you really remember was spending most of the evening whispering with Jongin back and forth next to each other at the dinner table. The flirting lead to a quiet text message from him reading, “come to my room later,” and you obeyed happily. Needless to say, the rest of the night was history.

“Shit, I’ve gotta get back to my room,” you start to say as you throw your legs over the edge of the bed, only to quickly look down and realize you’re wearing nothing more than your underwear. Shit.

"You can stay," Jongin looks at you mischiviously through the bathroom mirror as he finishes washing his face. "I'll cover for you if the manager asks."

You roll your eyes and begin searching for your pants, blouse, and heels scattered all about the floor, quickly dressing yourself as the time on your phone flashes to 6:37 AM. Everyone is probably awake by now, so I've got to run back to my room before anyone sees me.

"Text me," Jongin sheepishly calls out after you as you run out the door and into the hallway.

--

A little over half an hour later you're back in Jongin's room with Minseok and Chanyeol. Minseok rumages through Jongin's suitcase looking for a particular cologne. You're touching up the last of Chanyeol's hair with a thin comb. Suddenly, a flash of light catches your attention.

"Say cheese," Jongin says from behind you, as he's rotating a camera in his hands in your direction. "You're gonna be in our vlog. Get-Ready-With-EXO behind the scenes!"

"Jongin," Minseok mutters from behind. Jongin, mindlessly recording still, turns around and gasps as Minseok is holding up a very familiar bra. "Don't leave this next to my Dior, please."

Your eyes widen and your hands tense up at the sudden realization: I didn't take my bra! Your thoughts are interrupted by a small whimper from Chanyeol as you realize you'd pulled his hair in the process without meaning to.

"Shit, sorry Channie," you mumble, your cheeks flushing faintly.

Jongin laughs nervously, turning the camera off. "Nevermind. Guess you've got enough screen-time in the vlog already," he mutters. "Uh, Minseokie, a... fan gave me that last night. After the... talk show."

He slyly raises an eyebrow in your direction at the word fan, and you, embarrassed, turn your attention back to Chanyeol's hair, re-doing his middle part for the umpteenth time.

Chanyeol notices the exchange of expressions through the mirror. He inhales and exhales quietly, turning his attention to his phone and not saying a word.

"Jongin," you stay back for a few minutes after the other members have left the room. "This isn't working. We're not working. Minseok could've found out--"

"Minseok recognizes your bra like that?"

"What? No! I'm just saying, what if it were something more... obvious?"

"They wouldn't mind if I told them," he says, now sitting on the floor next to his suitcase and wrapping your bra inside one of his black t-shirts for you to sneak back into your room discretely.

"No, you can't tell them because I work for you guys. I'm your hairstylist, and it's wrong!"

"Why is it wrong?" he looks up from the neatly folded t-shirt.

"I will get fired. It could cause a scandal if another employee finds out. It could cost you your career!"

"Fine," he exhales, grabbing a set of playing cards from the nightstand table that Chanyeol had left earlier. "I'll end it now. On one condition."

"Okay," you whisper. He flips through a few cards between his fingers.

"Look me in the eye," he whispers, bringing an ace card to his lip, "and tell me you don't want me anymore."

Shit.

Your eyes lock with his. You can't bring yourself to say it.

My better judgement is telling me that maybe I should leave, you think.

"Jongin--" you start to mutter, but your voice is caught in your throat.

"You won't," he says, slowly standing up. He stands in front of you, completely towering over your frame. He lets the ace card fall to your feet, and by your luck it lands facing up.

Aha, you think, how could anyone say no to the ace of EXO?

Definitely not me.

You feel his fingers grasp your hands as he leans down and grazes his soft lips against your forehead.

"It'll take me a while to get over you if you leave," he whispers, "but I'll be okay."

Your eyes close as your noses begin to nudge each other, your lips softly calling for his. One peck, two pecks, three pecks later, you find yourself kissing Jongin over and over again.

You pull him closer to you, nudging him to sit on the edge of the bed with you. You're wrapping one hand around his neck, the other slowly making its way up from his waist to his collarbone. You cup his jaw gently in one palm, soft kisses shared back and forth, each slowly becoming firmer and harsher after the other.

You're about to invite his arms around your own waist when suddenly the sound of the door bursts open.

"Jongin, I left my cards in--"

You and Jongin quickly turn around to find yourselves meeting face-to-face with Chanyeol. He halts in his tracks, not moving a muscle from his stance at the door. Your eyes widen, then Chanyeol's, then Jongin's. You can't tell whose cheeks are reddening the brightest in the room, a wave of embarrassment from all angles inhabiting the air. Chanyeol says nothing, and immediately steps back into the hallway almost as quickly as he'd stepped in.

Unprofessional, you think.

You turn back to Jongin, who's now scrolling through his phone in search of Chanyeol's number.

"I'm so getting fired," you whisper. Jongin simply looks up from his phone, a sheepish smile spreading over his face as he holds his phone up to his ear to call Chanyeol.

"He won't do anything," he swears.

"How do you know he won't!?"

"Because," he smiles. "He likes you too, but you're mine now."

He winks at you, reaches towards the end of the bed to retrieve something, and hands you a rather neatly folded bulky black t-shirt.

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[ghost-runner]

Hard to Kill

Neytiri x Dreamwalker! Jake Sully’s younger brother! Male reader oneshot

Y/N is Jake’s younger brother by about 9 years who also served in the marines like his brother. Similar to Jake, Y/N was chosen to be a part of the Avatar Program and worked alongside his older brother. However, Y/N mated with Neytiri, unlike Jake did in the movie.

— Y/N POV, at the Assault of the Tree of Souls —

Quaritch: Is that all you have, soldier? I taught you better than this.

Y/N: Fuck you.

I was locked in hand to hand combat with my former commander, Miles Quaritch, while he was in an exo-suit, using it to hold me off as I fought with him. I failed to see that there was a human soldier that came up behind me a few meters away from me and started to shoot at me, sending a 7.62 caliber bullet through my arm at the forearm.

Y/N: Fucking hell!!

I turned around, jumping away from Quaritch and unslung the assault rifle that was on my back before I shot the human soldier through the left eye using my assault rifle when I was grabbed by my leg and lifted into the air by Quaritch’s exo-suit.

Quaritch: How pathetic…

I was then tossed away by the old bastard, causing me to lose my rifle after being thrown away. I felt my right arm throb in pain as I hit the ground hard after I was thrown. I painfully rolled myself over onto my back as I heard someone run up to me to help me out. I saw it was my older brother, Jake, who is older than me by about 9 years and he helped to pull me over behind cover as a few bullets few over our heads. I quickly grabbed my pistol from my holster and shot a human soldier in the head that was about to shoot Jake.

Jake: Nice shot, little bro. Even if you’re injured.

Y/N: Oh fuck off, Jake. Get the bastard for me, will ya?

Jake: You know it, baby bro.

Y/N: You never stop with the little brother shit even after I tell you to shut your trap with it.

Jake: How else am I supposed to annoy you, Y/N?

Y/N: Oh fuck off, wise guy. Just go get the bastard.

I saw Jake run off to continue fighting with Quaritch and I saw more human soldiers coming this way. I aim my pistol with my left hand and let out four rounds with each round making a new home in the four human soldiers, right in between their eyes. I bring my hand back to my body and I drop my pistol to ground before I turn my attention back to my arm that had the bullet wound in it. However, I looked up to see someone who was very special to me looking at me with worry and dismay. The individual turned out to be my mate, Neytiri. She continued to look at me worried as she say me all beaten and bloody before she ran over to me to help.

Neytiri: Ma Y/N! Are you okay?! What is wrong?!

Y/N: I’m not sure right now, Ney…it doesn’t help that I was shot through my right forearm.

Neytiri: Oh ma yawne. I need to get you out of here. (Ma yawne = my beloved) (not sure, at least I think it does…)

Y/N: I’m not leaving Jake behind to these bastards. I’m not going to lose my other sibling.

Neytiri looks at me before closing her eyes and nodding silently, understanding my thoughts and what I have to do. She then looked down to my arm before she saw how bad the wound really looked, but she steeled herself to care for me. She grabbed some leafs that were on the ground near them and began to wrap my shot arm with the leafs, creating a makeshift bandage wrap to stop the bleeding. I let out a breath of relief at the feeling of pain going away from my arm for now.

Y/N: Fuck. That’s so much better.

Neytiri: Are you sure you’re okay, ma yawne? (My beloved)

Y/N: Yeah, I’m fine. Where the hell did Jake go?

Neytiri: I’m not sure. We need to find him!

Y/N: Ney, please! Get out of here!

Neytiri shook her head in denial of my request, obviously still worried about me. I swear she is so protective over me, then again, I am two years younger than her…I then heard the voice of the last person I wanted to hear.

Quaritch: Lights out, soldier.

I looked to my right to see Quaritch crush Jake’s avatar with the exosuit’s left arm before he picked up the limp avatar body and threw it a few feet away.

Y/N: JAKE!!! Quaritch, you motherfucker!!!

I quickly grab my pistol and fire a few shots towards Quaritch, however, I missed each shot by a few inches. This caused the bastard to turn his attention to me. I then got up before I ran at Quaritch and slammed my body into the exosuit, throwing Quaritch off balance. I got on top of the mech suit and began whaling down punch after punch onto my former commander. Once I gave him a good enough beating, I got of the exo-suit and began to run away from him with Quaritch getting up before he started to chase me before I got hit in the back by him, making me fall to the ground with a thud. Quaritch grabbed me by the leg and I was then thrown for a few feet before I hit a tree with my back. I painfully flipped my avatar body over to see Quaritch grinning smugly while I quietly saw Neytiri pulling Jake’s limp avatar away to safety. She looked at me again, worried while I just nodded to her before I looked back to my former commander.

Quaritch: Just like the elder brother, the younger one falls.

Y/N: Oh fuck you, asshole.

I notice that there was a deceased human soldier a foot away from me with an undetonated flashbang grenade in his hand. I saw an opening as Quaritch turned his back to me and started heading over to the holding area that housed the pods Jake and I were in to neurally pilot our avatar bodies. I assume he wants to destroy the pods that were holding Jake’s human body and my human body. I pulled myself along the ground to where the flashbang is and grab it before I yelled to the bastard commander to get his attention.

Y/N: Oi! Fuckface!

Quaritch turned back to me and I pulled the pin on the flashbang before I threw it towards him before I turned away to keep myself from being blinded by the blast. I took the opportunity as Quaritch was now blinded by the blast to run down and jump down through the window, breaking it with some glass shards entering my avatar body. I shake of the pain from the glass and run over to Jake’s pod as Jake began to push it open to see me running to his pod. He fell to the ground as I reached him while Jake struggled to breath the Pandora air that is deadly to humans without a breathing mask. I look around for something I can use for my older brother when I saw a breathing mask on the ground so I carry Jake over to where the mask is and I put the mask onto my brother’s face. He luckily started breathing heavily before he started to breathe normally, looking me in the eye with gratitude for helping him. I was not going to lose my other sibling after we both lost Tom with me being Jake’s only other sibling and vice versa. I grabbed Jake again and set him down behind cover before I felt myself being grabbed by Quaritch’s exo suit arm and was pulled back harshly, being thrown backwards.

Jake: Y/N!!

As I was thrown a few feet back, my avatar body crashed a rock, knocking the wind out of me and caused me to start breathing rapidly to regain the breath that was knocked out of me. I then saw Quaritch looking at me from his suit as he smiled evilly at me. I then looked past him to see Neytiri pulling Jake’s human body away from where the pods were at to safety before I looked back to Quaritch.

Quaritch: Time to come back to humanity, Y/N!!

Everything then went black as Quaritch slammed the left hand of the exo suit onto me. However, I felt myself coming back to consciousness as I was now back in my human body, pushing open my control pod. I notice that I can not see out of my left eye which I immediately remember that I don’t exactly have my left eye anymore. Whenever I’m piloting my avatar, I always forget I ended up losing my left eye and had to have a glass eye put into the left eye socket in my human body after some shrapnel hit my left eye after an IED exploded when one of the heavy vehicles my squad was using drove over it while I was in said vehicle back on one of my tours in Iraq on Earth. I shrug off the feeling of not being able to see from my left eye and I immediately breathed in the deadly Pandora air that I knew I could not breathe in unless I got my own mask on. I saw a crate full of supplies a few meters away from me which I slowly made my way to. It did not help that I was already gasping for air in my human body from the moment my avatar body came into contact with that rock. I tried to keep my breathing steady, but I could not calm myself down enough, despite knowing that I can not keep myself like this much longer or I can die. I finally reached the supply crate when I managed to break it open, only to have all of my body feel weak before I fell to the ground. I let out many rapid breaths for air as I heard the alarms from the sirens around me going off and blaring loudly. I hear shouting all around me above the noise of the sirens around me before I fell unconscious to the unknown.

— 3RD PERSON POV

Neytiri finally got Jake’s human body next to Jake’s avatar at a safe spot when Neytiri saw Quaritch pick up Y/N’s limp and uncontrolled avatar body in the exo-suit’s left hand before he tossed the avatar away a few feet where it landed near a patch of foilage. Neytiri got insanely angry at this, her tail curling up in anger and her ears standing at full attention in anger. She ran towards where her mate’s avatar body was at and grabbed her bow before she shot an arrow at Quaritch, the arrow making its home in the commander’s gut. Quaritch looked down at his gut in horror that he now had an arrow there only to look up to see a another arrow plant itself firmly into his stomach. He looked up at the Na’vi woman and silently stared at her for a few seconds before he fell over in the exo-suit, dead. Neytiri ran over to where her mate’s avatar was at and stood in front of Y/N’s avatar protectively while she let out a loud hiss at the now dead commander. Neytiri turned to Y/N’s avatar and put her hand onto the unpiloted and unresponsive avatar’s cheek as she rubbed the thumb over the unresponsive avatar’s cheek.

Neytiri: Ma Y/N. Come on, come back. I can’t lose you too.

Neytiri then heard the sirens and all of the blaring going off from the holding area for the pods. She quickly made her way to the area where she saw her mate, but his human body on the ground unresponsive. She glossed her mate’s human body and only now saw what her mate really looked like. She grimaced at the large scar that went over Y/N’s left eye and also took note of how cute her mate did look with his short Y/H/C hair and stubby beard. Regardless of what Neytiri thought in the moment, Neytiri shook her head to clear her mind and she knew that he could die if she didn’t find him a mask quickly. She saw the crate that her love was next to and grabbed the remaining mask that was inside of the crate before she placed the mask over Y/N’s face. She being petting her mate’s head and caressing his cheek while she holds him tightly in her while she tries to hold back tears at the thought that Y/N might be dead.

Neytiri: Please….Ma Y/N, come back to me. I need you….please.

Matter a few minutes, Y/N had not moved, breathed, or do anything to signify that he was coming to or that he was even still alive. Neytiri began having tears roll down her cheeks as she closed her eyes while she held the younger Sully to her chest. Then, a certain voice was heard speaking, but it was strained and sounded like he was in pain.

Y/N: God-Goddammit…..My chest……

Neytiri looked down at the shorter human male to see him coughing and opening his eyes slowly as he blinked repeatedly before he looked up to see his mate.

Y/N: Neytiri? Is-Is that you?

Neytiri: Yes! Yes, it’s me, ma yawne! I’m here! I’ve got you.

Y/N tiredly raised his human right hand up to Neytiri’s face and places it on her cheek while Neytiri grab his much small hand in her larger Na’vi left hand. She gripped it tightly as she smiled down at her mate with tears in her eyes and tears of joy rolling down her face, knowing that her mate is safe.

— a few hours later —

Y/N is currently unconscious in his human body as he laid next to his avatar body, waiting to undergo the conscious transference to transfer his mind and soul from his human body to his avatar body. Jake was watching his unresponsive little brother with worry after already undergoing the same process that Y/N will now be going through. Jake was very worried about the possibility of losing the last bit of family he has left with him due to the slimmest of chances that the process might fail, but Neytiri looks at what humans would consider to be her brother-in-law before grabbing Jake’s hand and giving it a firm squeeze. Jake looks at his sister-in-law and nods to her, silently thanking her for the small reassurance. Mo’at then begins the process of transferring the mind to the avatar while Jake and Neytiri could only watch on with hope in their eyes that the process will work for Y/N. Once Mo’at finished up with the conscious transference process, everyone could only hope that it worked on the younger Sully. Everyone waited in quiet anticipation for something…anything to happen when about 10 minutes pass before Jake begins to start slowly losing hope when a soft and low groan could be heard coming from the Avatar that was previously unresponsive to anything before the conscious transference. Y/N was now in full and complete control over his avatar with his mind now. Y/N slowly got up and blinked both of his eyes before he fully opened his eyes and brought left his left hand up to his left eye.

Y/N: Man, you never realize what you miss until it’s gone. I missed being able to see out of both of my eyes.

However, the now avatar Y/N felt the scar that he had crossing the left eye of his avatar body.

Y/N: Damn, it still feels like I can’t see out of my left eye, even though I can see out of it now.

Y/N pulls himself up and has to steady himself after getting up due to being much taller than he once was in his human body compared to that of his avatar body. Y/N does a quick once over and sees Neytiri and Jake staring at him in silence and with tears in their eyes while he got himself situated to his new body. Neytiri immediately went over to the younger Sully brother and looked down at him since Y/B’s avatar body was made to be shorter than most other individuals, standing at 8’3”. He stands shorter than most Na’vi like Neytiri who stood at 8’7” and most normal sized avatar bodies like Jake’s avatar that stands at 8’11”. Y/N smiled up at his mate as Neytiri placed her left hand onto Y/N’s cheek and began caressing his cheek.

Neytiri: Ma Y/N….

Y/N: Ney……

Neytiri then kissed the younger avatar with all the passion and love she had for him before pulling away from the kiss. Neytiri then placed her forehead against Y/N’s forehead in a loving way before the two heard Jake cough. Neytiri let go of her mate and Y/N went over to his older brother who immediately pulled Y/N in for a tight hug. Jake had tears running down his face and was smiling like an idiot at seeing his youngest sibling up and okay. Jake set the younger Sully down in his feet before Neytiri grabbed Y/N’s hand and started pulling him away to a secluded spot away from everything.

Neytiri: Never worry me like that again, you idiot.

Y/N: I know, Neytiri. I know, love.

Neytiri: Come here. You and I have a lot of unfinished business to get back to…..

Y/N didn’t get a chance to say anything before Neytiri pulled him in for a very passionate kiss before the two tumbled to the ground, fumbling with each other’s clothes in an attempt to get the clothes off.

The end.

Well…..it’s been way too long since I posted something new for anybody to read. I mean, what can you do when life gets in the way. Anyways, I’m going to try to post a few more oneshots/stories like this one. I currently have an idea for one involving the Spider-Verse and Spider-Gwen. Anyways, I hope that everyone enjoyed this Avatar oneshot I wrote up.

#avatar imagine #avatar x male reader #jake sully #neytiri #male reader #male reader x neytiri

[eruden-writes]

Room & Board - Part 21 (Vampire x Reader)

paranormal fantasy vampire x human eventual triad (x werewolf)

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Mounting dismay fills your chest before you see Lachlan’s smile twists into something smug. In an instant, rage flares in your chest. Your hands fist at your sides, your shoulders straightening as you glare up at Lachlan. Somehow, through the sick sensations in your stomach, you manage to bite out, “Let Tabaeus be the judge of that.” 

Lachlan’s answering chuckle makes your blood boil as he languidly motions toward Tabaeus. “Be my guest.”

Looking back to Ewan and Jemma, you find them both tense and glaring up at the enemy. Ewan has given up the partial transformation, fur sprouting along his whole morphing body as his snout elongates and a growl bubbles in his throat. Jemma’s battle-readiness is less obvious, but you feel a crackle in the air and swear her eyes glow, but it could be a trick of her light orb. At your movement, their attention bounces to you. Ewan nods encouragingly, though Jemma’s eyes quickly dart back up to Lachlan and the other vampires.

Briefly, regret thrums at how you’ve pulled the two of them into this fight, but you turn back to Tabaeus. You all knew the potential risks.

Softly, you step closer to Tabaeus and finally take in their state.

Nude and sprawled on pillows, manacles on their wrists and ankles, Tabaeus stares listlessly at the ceiling, seemingly unseeing even the other vampires crowded on the overhead walkway. As you come closer, their eyes swing slowly toward you. A lump catches in your throat at the sight of their red-rimmed eyes, the fresh bites on their body. Something about their flesh seems more sickly.

“Oh, is it feeding time?” Their words are so hollow and distant, it takes your mind a moment to realize Tabaeus is the one who said them. They push themselves upright, languidly standing in a smooth movement. 

As they near you, you recall how their height once terrified you. They loomed over you that first meeting just as they loom over you now, but your heart twists as you blink back tears. You never thought you’d see them again. Relief and dismay clamber through your head as you see Tabaeus whole but harmed. 

Tabaeus reaches out a hand and you unthinkingly mirror them. Just as your hand is about to graze their shoulder, theirs grabs you roughly by the hair. Pain arcs over your scalp as they yank your head forcefully to the side, baring your throat to them. 

“That is not a meal,” Lachlan drawls, though dark amusement twitches at the corner of his lips.

“Is it not?” Tabaeus pauses, their red eyes flickering up and behind you to where the other vampire stands.

“No, this bloodbag seems to think you know them.” That amusement has turned to cruel glee and you hear a barely contained laugh catch in Lachlan’s throat. A wave of titters arise from the other vampires, like a colony of squeaking bats.

“No, I do not know any bloodbags.” Tabaeus blinks before regarding you with an empty laziness, still holding your head at an angle. You’re not even sure they’re trying to remember.

Too many words and feelings gum up your throat. As you struggle to swallow, only three words break through your lips, “Tabaeus, please remember.” 

The use of their name makes them pause, their eyebrows ticking upward. Encouraged, a slew of words breaks past the lump in your throat as your hands curl around the wrist of their hand still buried in your hair, “You’ve lived with me for months, Tabaeus. We’ve gone shopping together and you’ve bought so many clothes. And you brought Liuva and Bjarka, your imp sugar gliders, off a man on a subway. We bought a house and you’ve made friends with me and Ewan and…”

You trail off as the words choke up your throat. Tears swell in your eyes, but try as you might to blink them back, they overcome the edge of your lashes. Instead you sniffle and nod toward Ewan, hoping Tabaeus will understand. 

Their eyes flicker in the werewolf’s direction. You believe their eyes meet, for Tabaeus’s pupils first constrict then dilate. Like a cat spotting a dog before realizing they’re an old friend. Tabaeus’s attention jerks back to you. 

Complicated expressions flit over their face. Disgust, intrigue, denial… You watch, hoping to spot recognition or fondness. Anything to let you know they didn’t truly forget. If such an emotion crosses their eyes, however, you do not spot it.

“I… I…” Tabaeus’s eyes trail over your face, watching as a tear cascades down your cheek. They swallow, harshly shaking their head to dispel the mental chaos their thoughts must be in. Their words come out the tiniest bit ragged, “I apologize, I truly do not know you.” 

You open your mouth to challenge that notion, but you freeze as Tabaeus leans close. Their nose brushes against your throat, the gentle nuzzle sending goosebumps over your skin. Their words tease against your throat, “But you smell sweet. Delicious."

"Tabaeus, please you have to remember,” you desperately croak, blinking back tears as conflicting feelings spiral through you.

“Don't play with your food." From somewhere above, Lachlan’s voice sounds and cold hatred lurches through you.

Confusion dots Tabaeus’s brow and they look up toward the other vampire. “I thought you said they were not food.” 

“If you don’t remember them, why waste prey that wanders so willingly into our den?” You can just imagine Lachlan shrugging carelessly, a sleazy smile tilted at his lips. For a brief moment, you think you see Tabaeus’s eyes narrow, something calculating behind their gaze. As if they don’t quite believe Lachlan.

That hope evaporates as they eventually intone, "Yes, master.”

You don’t get a chance to shout as Tabaeus descends on you. Somewhere behind you, you hear Ewan snarl loudly and Jemma make a strangled cry, before a scuffle sounds, punctuated by the hiss of what you assume is magic.

Tabaeus’s cool grasp is painful, unyielding, on your shoulder and head as they force you to bare your neck. Twin pains sink into your throat. A sob escapes you, the taste of blood dances on your own tongue.

But you don’t fight or pull away. Wrenching your eyes shut, ignoring the tears streaming down your cheeks, your arms wrap around Tabaeus. They’re tense under your touch, prepared to fight your struggles. When it doesn’t come, you think you can feel their confusion and curiosity wind through their body. Pulling them closer, you focus on your short acquaintance, wanting those memories to be close to the surface.

The frightening first night. The agreement. Shopping for new clothes for them. Getting a house and sharing the home with the sugar gliders. The journal. Going out with Ewan together, the food, the movie, and other delights. Every second of fear, friendship, love, lust, anger, frustration, uncertainty blends through the recollections. All the images and feelings flood your brain, tangling with the pain and fending off the memories of others that fight for screentime.

Pain throbs through your head, mirroring the ache at your throat, but you refuse to fall to unconsciousness, refuse to let the foreign images take root.

With a gasp, the vampire breaks from your throat. Blearily, you blink up at Tabaeus, their lips stained as red as their eye color. Their eyelids flutter rapidly, but a few red-tinged tears roll from their eyes and down their cheeks. You realize their hold quavers as they croak, “Amata.”

“You remember,” you softly breathe, a smile on your lips even as the rest of the world wobbles in your sight. Slumping in Tabaeus’s arms, boneless from relief and blood loss, you watch as their eyes desperately wheel about the room as they turn. When they’ve taken in the entire predicament, they still. Their brow pinches and you follow their gaze to where Ewan and Jemma scuffle with vampire underlings.

Tabaeus raises their hand, chain clanking against their manacle. Pressure pulses through the air and the vampires that surround your friends pause, eyes flying wide a brief second before their bodies hurl against the far wall. A flinch rattles through your body as you hear bones crack, but you’re too muzzy-headed to dwell on what you’ve seen. You hear some of the vampires above scuttle warily to the far reaches of the room.

The room shifts around you as Tabaeus hefts you in their arms, crossing the short distance to Ewan, who looks to where his previous opponents have been tossed. When his gaze flicker to your mutual friend, his eyes widen with guarded hope and uncertainty.

“Hold onto them,” the vampire orders and shoves you into the werewolf’s furry arms. You only faintly notice Jemma move closer, peering over Ewan’s arm to survey you. When she sees you’re conscious, a tension in her shoulder eases.

Ewan only manages to nod, bringing you closer to his chest in a protective gesture. Even as Tabaeus turns away, you can feel Ewan’s fur bristle and you wonder if it’s from adrenaline of the fight or wariness of the pressure surrounding Tabaeus. Peering up at the werewolf, you catch hints of the scuffle. Awry fur, blood – his or a vampire’s, you’re unsure – flicked across his maw and body, a long gouge bleeding at the juncture of his shoulder and neck. The tang of blood fills your nostrils as he draws you closer.

“You,” Tabaeus growls, drawing your gaze from Ewan. Your vampire’s gaze is tilted upward toward Lachlan. Shadows darken and dance along the floor and in the corners of the room. The temperature in the air drops a degree for every second the two maintain eye contact.

A crackling sound echoes through the air, your eyes widening as you find the source. Cracks form in the manacles, flakes of rusted metal fall off in chunks as the restraints slowly disintegrate. 

All languid smugness has melted away from Lachlan, leaving only brittle fear behind. The vampire moves to stand atop the overly large pipe he has positioned himself on, hands raised in a placating manner. “Now, I’m your master, a kind one if I—”

An inhuman sound escapes Tabaeus – a discordant keen – and a pipe near Lachlan squeals, a crack racing along its side, effectively interrupting the other vampire.

“You are a neophyte compared to me, Lachlan Barrett.” Tabaeus’s eyes glow, their head adjusting angles like an animal scenting prey. A small contingent of Lachlan’s followers, no more than five, erupt from the shadows in a shrieking cacophony. Two angle toward Tabaeus, three toward you, Ewan, and Jemma.

Your werewolf tenses, hunching to shield you with one arm extended to fight, and the crackle of magic comes from where Jemma stands. Tabaeus doesn’t even turn as they make a slicing motion in the air, chain rattling.

The breeze of the motion wafts over you, gently, but the five vampires freeze mid-air. Then they fall, bifurcated at the same angle as your vampire’s hand movement.

Tabaeus’s fingers crook from their outstretched hand, flexing, before one arm yanks hard against a crumbling chain. The metal snaps loudly, but your vampire’s voice rings over the sound, “Or should I call you Locke Barista, the allegedly genius playwright who never sold a manuscript?”

Fear flutters through the vampires, all watching the Memory Keeper with wide eyes. You think you catch shocked mutters, confusion. How could such a vampire, considered weak and of no more use than a scrapbook, do this?

Concerned gazes flicker between the two and you’re not sure what keeps the others from fleeing. Is it macabre curiosity? An animalistic need to see which vampire comes out on top, to become the leader?

Or is it Tabaeus’s influence, that pressure that stifling weight that hangs heavy in the air? Are they somehow keeping the other vampires tethered to their spots?

With another snap of metal, your peripheral catches Tabaeus snapping the second chain attached to their wrist manacle as they continue speaking to their potentially captive audience, “Hector Tannud, the selfish Frenchman Casanova that lost everything at the gambling tables?”

The temperature in the room drops, shadows crawling out to meet Tabaeus’s own shade. Ewan tenses and, after a glance up, you find his ears pinned back, the fur along the crest of his head and back of his neck rising. Jemma, too, stills from fussing over you, her own glowing eyes warily on the scene.

When your gaze turns back to them, you share a quick sputter of the concern in Jemma’s features.

Tabaeus has morphed, so similar to that first night when they descended on you. Taller and lanky and turning a dark shade of purple-black, their long hair plastering to their body and becoming fur. Limbs spindly and inhuman and tipped in claws so sharp, you think they could slice a molecule in half. The sneer on their face becomes vicious and serrated, as their nose flattens and ears grow.

Darkness suddenly surges toward Tabaeus and you yelp, attention swiveling toward Lachlan, believing he was the culprit of the sudden movement. However, as soon as you spot the other vampire, your eyes widen.

Solidifying from the shadows behind Lachlan, Tabaeus has a hand on Lachlan’s throat, graceful hand coming around to grasp it from the front. Their claw traces the side of the other vampire’s face. The bump in Lachlan’s throat bobs as he struggles against the grip.

Tabaeus stoops behind Lachlan, a dangerous seductiveness painting their movements as they lower their head to the juncture of his throat and shoulder. In spite of the lurid sensuality of Tabaeus’s movement, their voice rings out harsh and mocking. “Hardwin the destitute tanner who smelled of shit and piss and would do anything, even sell out his entire village, to save his own scrawny throat?”

The other vampires still do not move, watching as Tabaeus blatantly demonstrates how their master – the strongest among them – is nothing but prey.

“I remember every insipid identity you took – every identity you all have taken –“ Tabaeus snarls, pointing their free hand, index finger tipped in a dark claw, at all present with a sweeping arch. Their words echo along the shadowy pipes, plunging into every dark corner. “You all are nothing more than quibbling little cum stains barely released from your progenitor’s quim!”

The anger in their voice echoes around the room, rattling through the pipes and making bolts quiver. Quiet weighs heavy a realization sinks in to all the enemies present. Tabaeus has been there far longer than any of them. They carry the memories of all present, know every little secret pleasure and vice and weakness.

Lachlan must find some frayed string of survival instinct in the following silence. Or perhaps it’s sheer fear that makes him act foolishly. With a pathetic gasping cry, he turns into a bat, flapping frantically for salvation above.

Even from down below and in such a beastly form, you see Tabaeus’s feature crimp with disgust. In a smooth movement, he launches himself upward, once more morphing.

Where Lachlan has taken the form of a bat, roughly the size of a football, Tabaeus is something far more grand. Still the size of a human – though far shorter than their usual form – with a wingspan that had to be as long as you are tall, they remind you of viral pictures you’ve seen of megabats. It’s no great feat when they overtake Lachlan, curling around the little creature like a white blood cell eating a virus.

Ewan seems to understand what’s happening faster than you and he stiffens, spinning around and hunching over you as the two plummet down. You hear their bodies hit the ground. The impact vibrates through the room and rattles through your bones. Something farther into the room creaks ominously before it thuds heavily to the floor, a litany of cries and shrieks bursting through the vampire crowd.

Trembling, you shove away from Ewan and peer around his form just in time to see Lachlan cry out and shift back to a more human form.

Beastly Tabaeus sits atop the younger vampire, their long-clawed hand pressing the other vampire’s face solidly into the metal floor. A disgusted sneer curls at their lips as their other hand claws down Lachlan’s back.

Beside you, Ewan shakes. Throwing him a sidelong glance, you find his eyes wide, nostrils flaring, ears pinned back, fur bristling.

With his face squashed down and hair in disarray, Lachlan looks even more pathetic, eyes red-rimmed with blood tears as he scrabbles to break free from the hold.

The rest of the vampire coven do not move. Eyes wide. Faces paled. Some look like they are about to be sick. Wildly, you wonder if Tabaeus is doing what Lachlan had done at the library. Have they frozen their audience in place? Stopped time? Your thoughts flick to the shrieks from earlier, wondering if the victims were unable to move due to whatever Tabaeus is doing.

Your mind swirls so fast with thoughts, you feel as if you’re going to get motion sick.

“You have kept my mind muddled with the memories, the thoughts, of this peanut gallery of vapid nightwalkers.” Tabaeus growls and draws your attention back to the two vampires. Their hand on the back of Lachlan’s head twists, grinding the other vampire’s face harder against the floor. “What do you have to say for your transgressions, Hardwin?”

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[hunter-gatherer-11]

Glasses? (Neteyam X OC)

Prompt: Human! OC wears glasses. Neteyam goes to kiss their forehead, and when they pull away, her glasses are all fogged up, and she starts saying things like “Well great now I have to clean my glasses/thanks, thanks a lot!/dammit, my glasses!” Neteyam just giggles.

Human OC: Rayne (click link).

Pairing: Neteyam X Fem! OC.

His Nickname For You: Mama.

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he is literally so fucking pretty pls?

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Third Person POV

        "Hey, mama." Neteyam smiles. You grin up at him, pushing your glasses up. "Hey, Teyam." You smile at him. You were in your room at the lab (LINK) and drawing. "What'cha doing?" Neteyam asked. Since he was Na'vi, he had to bend down slightly to fit inside the doorway. You smiled as he sat on his heels at the edge of your bed. "Drawing. Teyam!" You whine as he kisses your forehead, fogging your glasses. "Well, great," You mutter. "Now I have to clean my glasses. Thanks a lot!" You giggle, taking them off. Neteyam giggled, eyes tracking your face. He loved you with your glasses, even with your exo-pack, but when you took your glasses off, your eyes seemed darker, more magnified, and he found them beautiful, staring for hours sometimes until you blushed and looked away. 

        "What?" You asked now, sliding your glasses back on. He shook his head, his dreads brushing his collarbones. "Nothing," He smiled, kissing your cheek, and you smiled, tiny fingers lacing with his huge ones. You stared at your hands, blue against cream, and smiled. You don't know why he chose you, why you caught his eye instead of a native girl, but you didn't want anything to change. "I love you," You whisper, your brown eyes flicking to his gold. They darkened a little as he smiled, "I love you more." He kissed you gently. 

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[proudahgase-exol]

Loving you is all I know.

Chanyeol x reader ft exo (angst)

Warning: cussing, mentioning of alcohol and cigarettes use.

Summary: you have a on/off relationship with Chanyeol It has been going on for four years now but this time it’s different you can’t take it anymore so you tell him how you really feel

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Y/n pov:

It happened again he ended the relationship he claimed that he was too busy to be with me but I wasn’t stupid I knew what he was up to by the many Instagram posts he would publish with another girl at clubs.

It sucked, to be honest, it hurt me so much especially since I’m his group assistant I was in charge of getting the boys from point A to point B I had to make sure they were always in time for everything so I pretty much had to see him every single day.

Now you might be asking why I always take him back and well that’s because I love him I've been in love with him since he debuted and there’s no other man like him i don’t want another man I wish I could stop loving him but loving him is all I know.

A few weeks ago he broke up with me for what feels like the million time it’s sad especially since his members pity me they give me This sad smile or when he is in the room with a new girl the boys try to make sure I’m okay.

Today I saw him again with of his many girls I can’t understand how it’s so easy for him to just throw me out like I’m garbage and even easier to come to look for me when he can’t find a new fuck toy it brakes my heart but I’m so fucking stupid that I keep letting him hurt me.

I was so sick of seeing him like that cline I was nothing like I was never part of his life when I went home I took a long bath with a bottle of wine trying to drink my pain away trying to forget his handsome face.

When I got out of the bath I got changed and walked to the back yard and sat down looking at the sky then I lit a cigarette I was never the girl that drank and smoked but after the third time of the many times Chanyeol broke up with me I try to find a way out a way to forget him and alcohol and cigarettes did the trick and every time we got back together I did stop.

As the days passed the guys started to notice a change in me I thought I had been hiding my alcohol and cigarette problem well but Kyungsoo found out he was gained to question me than the rest of the guys heard all the commotion and also started to question me luckily chanyeol still haven’t gotten here.

“Hey, have you been drinking?” Asked Kyungsoo

“N no,” I said turning away

“Yes you have I can tell and you also stink like cigarettes y/n wtf why would you do that,” he said racing his voice

“I haven’t now cat you stop,” I said turning back to face him

“Hey, what’s going on why are you guys yelling?” Junmyeon asks walking over to us

“She’s been drinking and smoking and don’t try to deny it I know what a hangover looks like and I can also tell what cigarettes smell like,” Kyungsoo said with disappointment

“Is that true? Y/n why would you do that” Minseok walking over to my side

“Don’t worry about me go get your stuff so I can tell you home” I said trying to change the subject

“Hey I know it’s about Chanyeol Hyung but don’t ruin your life like that for him trust me we hate him for what he’s been acting,” Sehun said walking up to me and hugging me

“I will get over this eventually but if this is the way it’s helping me then so let me it’s my life, not yours,” I said pushing Sehun away from me

“Hey what’s up guys what did I miss,” Chanyeol said walking into the dance practice room

“I’ll way for you outside by the car,” I said walking away as I took a brand new pack of cigarettes out of my jacket

As I was walking out the door I saw Chanyeol walking behind me but was stopped by Baekhyun and Jongin

Chanyeol pov:

I watched as y/n walked out of the dance practice room and I also saw her taking out a pack of cigarettes I turned around and asked the guys about y/n

“Hey, how long have a y/n been smoking?” I asked them

“A long time why,” Kyungsoo said

“Why didn’t you guys tell me,” I said getting mad

“You don’t care about her so what’s the point of telling you we didn’t tell her anything because we thought it wasn’t hers since she was not the type of girl to get drunk and smoke,” Baekhyun said

“I do care about her who told you I don’t,” I said getting defensive

“Dude if you did you wouldn’t have brake up multiple times you would respect her and treated her like you love her but you don’t,” Sehun said annoyed

“I know it’s none of our business but why do you keep breaking up if you're gonna end up going back to her?” Junmyeon asked

“I- I don’t know at first it was because I thought she should be with someone better but then I just liked messing around with other girls then realized that I love y/n then I went back to her but now I don’t know anymore,” I said looking at the floor

“Well either you fix your shit or you will only end up losing her for good,” Jongin said walking out of the room

I saw the way the guys walk away not looking back at me I knew they cared for Y/n I know they are siding with her because the truth is I’m the asshole I don’t know what I keep on doing this I truly love her I just got so used to this routine and didn’t saw that not only was I hurting her but also my friends and I need to fix it if I still can.

When I walked out of the building the guys were already in the car so I got in but Y/n was nowhere to be seen nor was Minseok so I asked Jongdae who was next to me and Minseok had taken Y/n out for drinks I don’t know if she drink too.

She used to be this sweet shy girl who wouldn’t drink nor smoke every time I drank she would take care of me and tell me I shouldn’t drink that much now she’s different she’s not the y/n I knew and I know I was the one who made her this way.

When we got home I was pulled to the side by Junmyeon who started to yell at me he was angry so we were there with other guys and all I could think about was if y/n was okay.

“Are you listening to anything I’m saying?” Junmyeon asked

“Sorry what did you say,” I said looking at him

“I ask if it made you feel good walking around with a different girl every week right in front of y/n do you like the way she looks at you or does it satisfy you knowing that the girl cries every day?” He asked looking at me with so much anger

“No, I didn’t know I was hurting her like that I-“ I didn’t know what else to say

“You unbelievable Chanyeol that girl is broken she’s so far gone and I know for a fact that the old y/n will never return” I saw walking past me and pushing me with his shoulder

I was so fucked I knew the boys love her she’s been with us since the beginning they care for her like family and it scares me that I’m the one who messed this up I’m the one that hurt her and I hate myself for that but I’ll try to fix it I’ll try to apologize hopefully I could do it get her back for good

Y/n pov:

After I walked out of the building I lit up my cigarette I was trying to hide my tears but I just couldn’t it hurt so much to see him so happy I felt like I was disposable like I didn’t matter to him that how he’s making me feel

As k wiped my tears I heard someone running up to me and saw that it was Minseok when he got close he took my cigar off me and turned it out then hugged me

“Hey it’s okay to feel sad you can cry don’t hold your feelings back I’m here if you ever need to talk I’m always here you know you can call me if you want a drinking buddy just call me and be like oppa telsngo for a drink and I’ll happily join you,” he said as he hugged me and kissed the top of my head

“But you get busy and tired and I don’t want to bother you,” I said wiping my tears

“It’s okay I don’t mind being tired and if I’m busy I know Sehun will love to drink with you we both know he can’t say no to a few drinks,” he said joking

“Yeah you're right but still you guys get busy and I know you get tired at the end of the day,” I said looking at him

“Don’t worry it’s alright now let’s go I know this place where they make the best good and have good alcohol what do you say? Let’s forget about everything for a while?” I asked me

“Sure let’s go but who’s taking the guys home?” I asked worried

“It’s okay I told someone that you were feeling bad and that I had to take you home so they sent someone to take the guys home now let’s go,” he said pulling me by the arm

When we were At the restaurant, we ordered our food and drink we chatted and then he asked if I wanted to talk about Chanyeol so I did I told him everything from the first time we broke up till now it hard to say it but it feels good to have told some about it than I changed the topic not wanting to talk about Chanyeol anymore so we talk about the boys and Minseok’s new girlfriend.

After a few more drinks and crying over the past Minseok took me home with the help of one of my friends when I woke up the next day my head was hurting so I got up and went to the bathroom I got cleaned up and went to the kitchen for breakfast I took my time eating than my way to get change so I can go to the boys since today they had a group meeting for their new comeback.

When I got to the building the boys were already in the lobby wetting for me and when I got close I saw Chanyeol making his way to me but a guy stopped by Baekhyun Then Junmyeon walked up to me and told me where the meeting was gonna be so we made our way there.

The whole time chanyeol kept looking at me like he wanted to tell me something but I ignored him I looked away and tried not to make eye contact with him.

After the meeting was over the boys went to their dance practice and i went to have another meeting with the managers and stuff. After it was done I went to check on the guys to see if they needed anything they told me they were all good so I walked away and on my way out the door chanyeol ran up to me and asked if we could meet up at his place to talk he said he will be quick so I agreed curiously.

After a long day of work, I went to the guys again to ask them if I was taking them or if they were gonna do something else. They said they were going out for dinner and then for some drinks so to not worry I left and my way to Chanyeol’s place.

When we arrived chanyeol was pulling up as well I waited for him in the lobby of his apartments while he parked the car. After a while he walk in the lobby and told me to follow him as we walk into the elevator we just stood there in an awkward silence until we arrived to his floor that was on the 10th floor.

When we got to the apartment he told me to make myself at home and I just scuffed but walked and took a seat on his couch a few seconds after I sat down Zzar came running from somewhere in another room and ran to Chanyeol but then turned around and run to me she jumped on the couch.

“Oh hey zzar you still remember me your such a good girl,” I said petting her

“Wow seems like she still remembers you but how can she forget the person who walked her every day and gave her delicious treats” Chanyeol said walking out to us

“So let’s cut the bullshit and get straight to the point what do you want to talk about,” I said not wanting to be here anymore

“Oh yeah umm I wanted to apologize for everything I have cussed you for all the pain I have given you I know our relationship was on/off and I also know how much I hurt you by bringing all this girl around,” he said looking down at his shoes

“Chanyeol you broke my heart no move but multiple times an apology won’t fix all the hurt you did to me,” I said getting angry

“I know I’m sorry for all the hurt I'm really sorry I wish I could fix everything I wish I could go back and not have done what I did I wish we were still together,” he said crying

“Answer me with honesty…… why did you do it in the first place? Was I a bad girlfriend? Was I bad at sex did I not satisfy you enough? Was I not pretty enough or smart? Is it my lack of experience what do all of those girls have that I don’t why do they get to go home with you and why do I get to go home and cry myself to sleep thinking I was the perfect girlfriend” I said crying

“Have you been blaming yourself all this time? Did you think every time we broke up was your fault?” He asked whipping his tears that were still falling

“Yes, every single time I thought it was me I still think so…. Is it my fault” I asked in a quiet voice

“Oh god no baby it’s never Ben your fault no once it’s always been mine I've been so greedy I thought of myself and not one of you or your feelings I know it was a dick move on my part at first I thought I would be happier in a new relationship but after a few days I regret it than I come crowing back to you and for some reason, you always took me back so I did it again until it became a habit than I saw Minseok hyung with his girlfriend and I remember you I remember how that used to be us but I had to mess it up,” he said sobbing

“Why did you do it you regret it why didn’t you stop when you felt regret why did you keep doing it” I asked confused

“Because I’m so stupid because I thought you would always take me back after breaking you but then someone told me that at some point you will get tired that you will relies on that you deserve better so I had to stop it”

“Y/n why do you keep taking me back every single time I break your heart I hurt you and yet you still receive me with open arms why,” he asked looking at me

“Because after so long of knowing you of loving you…. You kind of become my everything how loving you is all I know that’s why I always take you back” I said smiling

“Why Cigarettes why alcohol that not you at all why fuck I fucked up so bad,” he said crying harder this time

“Cigarettes and alcohol were my way of forgetting about you for a while it was like my escape from reality it made me feel numb,” I said smiling sadly

“This time I promise you I will be better I will be honest I will be the perfect boyfriend I will treat you like you deserve to be treated,” I said moving closer to me and holding my hand

“Look chanyeol I don’t think I can do this anymore I can’t trust you I can let myself fall for your lies once again I don’t think I can go through this all over again in hurt I’m tired of this cycle

I don’t want to be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t love me like I love them” I said placing his dog on the couch and getting up

“Please I promise I will be better I will be the man you need and deserve please give me a chance I will be better this time I promise,” he said staying up as well

“I think you need to look for help because what you have been doing isn’t right take time off dating and messing around fix yourself,” I said looking up at him.

“If I do all that will you take me back will you give me a chance?” He begged

“I don’t know I need time to heal for all this I need time for myself I don’t want to give you hope because you did hurt me pretty badly,” I said looking away from his kicked puppy eyes

“I love you more than you think I do and I regret everything I have down I will do everything to fix everything I will fight for you I will make you fall in love with me it will be like a new start like getting to know each other for the first time hopefully I can make you fall in love with me once again and when I succeeded I will make sure to treat you like a queen to be the loyal boyfriend I should have been in the beginning I promise you that if it’s the last thing I do” he said hugging me tight

“Yeol I said it once before and I’ll say it again I love you and loving you is all I know but don’t push your luck and hope I know you are a good guy but I need healing and sometimes it might take years or forever I might move on from you.” I said giving him a sad smile

“Will you still work with us I will still get to see you right?” H eased hopeful

“This is my last week I will work for NCT there are a lot of boys that need my assistance you might see me around the building but I don’t guarantee that you will,” I said looking at him

“Oh I- “ I try to say something but stay silent

“Well, I have to go now I have a lot to prepare I won’t see you for the rest of the week I hope you have a good life and I hope you actually change l, bye Yeol I love you,” I said walking away from him and out of his apartment.

Chanyeol pov

I was so lost she was actually leaving me for good I was so late way too late for everything I should’ve apologized years earlier I should’ve never done anything I did I should’ve worshiped her when I heard her now I’m looking at her walk away from me and out my life as I did to her now it was my turn to pay for the pain I cause her it was my turn to suffer and feel everything she felt.

I was s,o stupid why did I think she would take me back like before Kyungsoo was right she would get tired and give up on me and she did she relished she deserved better and walked away and I didn’t blame her but I won’t give up I will fight for her I will wing her over and make thing right this time. For now I’ll be fixing myself first hopefully she doesn’t move on but if she does I won’t be mad I will make sure this new person in her life treats her better than I ever did.

- sorry if there’s any errors 🥺

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