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devildomz · 4 years

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gamestop AU anon submitted:

GameStop Au

Ong if this doesn’t work I’m beating ass

Sorry it’s a little ooc but most of it was written at 12 am-3 am kdjfdjhgudbu

ALSO, this is only chapter one. I have plans, BIG PLANS. Also why it’s only 2.1k words. I don’t know if it’s accurate to source but eh, I’m taking creative liberty. Ily, and enjoy :)

i am FULLY cracking

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“Are you done yet?”

Abel grinned, eyes glinting mischievously. He looked up at the purple haired employee that’s been the bane of his existence for…two days. Ever since the first night he tried to get into the store. But two days is enough for Abel to know he wants him dead. Well, only after making his life a living hell.

“I’m just browsing through the store,” He said smugly, gesturing towards the games he purposely mixed around. “I haven’t found the right one yet. Do you recommend anything?” Abel knew damn well why he was here, but he couldn’t resist being the annoying customer just to mess with the employee. Levi stared at Abel for a few moments, arms crossed in annoyance. He blinked once, twice, before huffing.

“There’s a game called Ru-“

“Boring,” Abel interjected.

“Then maybe The Sev-“

“God no,” Abel leaned down to look at the games on the second shelf. “Your customer service here is horrible.” Levi’s jaw clenched, before he grinned with extreme agony.

“Then I’ll find someone else to help you inste-“

“No need, I want your help,” Abel said, staring Levi down. Their eyes met, one with ferocity and one with purely evil intent.

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Levi hated this guy.

No, hated is not strong enough, despised and…despised. He’ll have to look up synonyms for hated later, because he was fuming. FUMING. Who does this stupid normie think he is? Stupid, short, infuriating, little bastar-

“Hellooo,” And it was talking. Yes, it, because this… child, will NOT register in Levi’s mind as someone who can be recognized as anything more than an it. Was that disrespectful to that dumbass? GOOD. Levi will bask in that forev-

“Are you ignoring me now?” Abel tilted his head in false innocence, brows furrowed and a mocking smile on his face. And with this, Levi’s had enough. He was never polite before, so fuck it now.

“No, of course not kiddo,” he smiled, “I can always show you the games for kids, I’m sure they’re more age appropriate for a small boy like you.” He reached up to pat Abel’s hair like you would a cute, little puppy. Abel gaped, looking like a fish. And it almost made Levi pity him. Almost.

“I hope you choke,” Abel growled.

“Your feelings are reciprocated,” Levi sneered, “by a tenfold.”

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“Can you BELIEVE the audacity of that guy?” Abel laughed incredulously, hands waving around in the air to add to his rant. “I hate him! Every inch of me hates that asshole.” Solomon sipped his coffee calmly, humming in mild support of Abel’s anger.

“His name is Levi, and he’s always been nice to me,” He offered, shrugging. “We’re both fans of the same series and games, and he makes good theories.” Abel stared at Solomon, teeth clenched. He took a long, shaky inhale, squeezing his eyes shut.

“We,” Abel’s voice cracked in loathing, “do NOT like him anymore. You’re my friend, therefore if I don’t like someone, you don’t like them either.” Abel said with finality, and Solomon gave him a look. The kind a parent would give their 13 year old who’s raving about their crush that they deny liking. He takes a moment to go over all he’s done in life, wondering who decided to put him in the middle of an enemies to friends to lovers fanfiction.

“And guess what? He treated me like a child because he’s taller than me! I’m not even that short, I’m average! Average! How could a stupid idiot like that look down on me? Huh? His eye bags are darker than his heart!”

“Abel,”

“And Solomon, believe me when I tell you his heart is dark, it’s probably all dark, and twisty, and ruined. Because I’m sure he stomps out people’s dreams in his free time!”

“Abel,”

“I can’t believe he would have the audacity to even call me kiddo! Like I’m some dumb kid, sure I’m not the smartest person in the world but I do deserve some respect, y’know?”

“ABEL,” Solomon interrupted firmly before he sighed, setting his coffee down on the saucer. Abel shut his mouth quickly, looking a little guilty. “Didn’t you go there originally to buy a gift for Diavolo? If so, why are you still fighting him? Don’t you need his help?” This new, but not really new, just never thought of, information made Abel pause. Solomon…was kind of right. God, he HATED when Solomon was right, because he’s always right. Abel shoved his face into his arms with a long groan, he guessed he’d have to figure out how to get back into the employee’s…Levi’s, favor, even if his pride would suffer for it.

Solomon slid his coffee over to Abel with pity, and Abel peeked at him through his hands. His friend gestures toward the offering, and Abel sighed before taking it.

“I hate this idea,” Abel muttered.

“You’ll get over it,” Solomon smiled, and Abel gave him a blank stare.

“Shut up,”

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Levi glanced up from his phone, the kid was still there. He was still staring him down like before, looking frustrated and conflicted. He considered throwing him a bone, but thought about it again, and decided he didn’t feel like being nice to him. Just when he went back to reading the TSL forum, Abel spoke up.

“I…” he forced out, looking way too anxious to be healthy. Levi looked up at him, studying him as he struggled pathetically. It was almost comedic, if Levi’s being honest.

“You…?” Levi drew out the word, raising his eyebrows bitterly. Abel took a deep breath, fixing Levi with a determined look.

“I’m…sorry,” Abel choked, looking away. “Sorry for being an ass. I just really, really, need your help, because I need to impress this guy since I’m this,” Abel squinted as he held two of his fingers close together, “this close to flunking out of this very good college, and he’s related to the dean, and I just figured out he likes TSL so I’m trying to find-”

“Wait, stop,” Levi put his phone down, “TSL? As in the game I tried to recommend you the other day but you said, and I quote, ‘God no’,”

“Yeah, that. I don’t even know what it stands for because this,” Abel waved his hands in a vague form of a circle, “this is NOT my field of expertise, if it was maybe sports, or Disney movies, or-”

Levi held up a hand to stop him from his panicked rants, looking him dead in the eyes. “You, the person who nearly decked me out of anger yesterday AND directly shunned TSL, an amazing game and series, are asking for my help? Besides, why me, I’m just a stupid shut in,” he muttered the last part out of habit. Abel bit his lip, considering what he should say next.

“I wouldn’t say nearly decked you, man,” he laughed, the awkward kind where you know you’re in trouble, but don’t want to address the issue, so you make a bad joke and laugh at it because you’re nervous. His fingers kept twiddling, a nervous habit of his that he’s been trying to break.

Levi made a drawn out ‘ah’ noise, before clicking his tongue and shaking his head, squinting his eyes. “So tell me, why exactly should I help you? And what would I get out of it? We loathe each other, don’t we?” He smiled, the fake customer service kind, before it dropped and he went back to his phone.

Abel inhaled deeply through his nose, trying to psych himself out of the stunt he was about to pull, before saying fuck it and taking Levi’s phone from his hand. This earned a loud shout from Levi, which alarmed a patron inside of the store. Abel looked at them and smiled apologetically. “Alright, wannabe K-Pop star, you are going to listen to me, or else I will throw this phone into the wall,” Abel threatened menacingly, a bitter smile crossing his face with a crazed look in his eyes, “So, I need you to help me. Desperately. Enough to ignore my ego and ask you for help, because I’ve noticed all of your stupid merchandise with TSL logos all over it,” His hand reached up to snag Levi’s collar and pull him down to eye level, “So, if you help me with this, I will compensate with whatever you want. WHATEVER. Money, school work, drugs for God’s sake,” Abel exhaled sharply, “So, are you going to help me?”

Levi looked at Abel with wide eyes, face red out of some combination of shame and anger. His lips were pressed together in a tight line. He considered calling the police for a minute, but he’s been through desperation this strong before, Sucre Frenzy tickets wait for nobody.

“Well?” Abel growled.

Levi kissed his teeth, swallowing the terrified lump in his throat, “If I do help you,” he grimaced, as if the thought genuinely pained him, “you will be dedicated to this. You will come to scheduled meetings, you will take quizzes, and you will watch every episode of the show with and without me,” Levi looked to the side at a passerby watching their interaction curiously, he himself a tad embarrassed, “And…can you let go of me? I’m pretty sure I’ve got the idea.”

Abel’s eyes followed Levi’s and stared where Levi was looking, releasing him immediately, clearing his throat. “Sorry…again,” he muttered, before hesitantly raising a fist. “Let’s finalize this,” Abel offered. Levi looked at it and furrowed his brows. Abel looked at Levi, then his hand, then back at Levi. Then he laughed out loud, really loud. Loud enough that startled the other patrons. Again. “You don’t know what a fist bump is?” He tried to hold in his laughter, but it just escaped him again in a soundless wheeze.

“Stop laughing at me, normie!” Levi huffed, frowning angrily. “If you couldn’t tell, I don’t get much social interaction.” Abel stifled his laugh before sucking in a breath, changing his fist into an open palm.

“Alright, then let’s-“ Abel snorted, “let’s shake on it.” Levi sneered and looked down at the hand furiously, before huffing and shaking it.

“We start tomorrow, 4 pm,” Levi said, “Now go, unless you’re going to buy something.“ He waved Abel off before adding, “Don’t forget, we still hate each other. Don’t get all buddy buddy with me, normie.” Abel’s grin dropped as he scoffed. “Besides, I don’t even think your tiny brain can even retain any of the complex information from TSL, so don’t make this pointless.”

“And to think we were starting to find some common ground,” Abel shook his head, before realizing something. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I forgot this,” He laughed, ”My name is Abel,” He introduced.

“Huh?” Levi looked up from his phone, confused for a moment, before realization dawned on him, “Oh, my name is Levi.” Of course Abel knew this, but it would be creepy if he told him that.

“Wish I never met you, Levi!” Abel called over his shoulder as he walked towards the door. He could see Levi flipping him off out of the corner of his eye, chuckling to himself.

He waited til Levi couldn’t see him anymore before letting his lips quirk up in a relieved smile, he wasn’t failing out of college today, and he sure as hell won’t keep being bitter enemies with Levi. Abel knew there’d be a challenge, considering they “hated” each other, but he also knew that he’d be going through a few days of “training”. And if you think Abel was just going to let Levi walk all over him, you’re wrong. Abel was stubborn, he preferred tenacious, but let’s call it like it is, stubbornness.

So at the end of the day, Abel thinks Levi might be his friend. If Solomon can do it, he can. Well, actually, that was kind of pushing things, so really at the end of the day if Solomon thinks Levi was nice, maybe all Abel needed to do was get past his hard shell exterior. And his incredibly thick skull.

And his horrible personality.

And his dumb face.

And HIM.

…

Fuck, this was going to be a long week.

#gamestop au #abelevi #submission #im fucking spongebob rn #gamestop au anon #IM SO SORRY FOR GIVING U THAT TITLE.

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cgmaknae · 4 years

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twisted ends & new beginnings

head cannons for my oc ellie with each of her “siblings”

edward mason cullen

• even though they look at their new life very differently they get along super well

• when edward leaves carlisle to hunt murders she tracks him down

• he leaves with her because he was already planning on going back and she knew that

• she’s horrible at hiding her thoughts but they’re rarely ever bad

• she plays games with him and alice since the rest of the cullens won’t

• she hates seeing him sad but the older they get the sader he seems

• ellie doesn’t think it’s fair bc her brother is a truly good person vampire and she knows that

• she cries when he stops composing and playing the piano

• everyone at school thinks edward and ellie are true siblings like jasper and rosalie because they look so similar

• she supports edward and bella’s relationships even more than alice does and from the very beginning

• when edward saves bella she’s the only cullen to go over and make sure bella is okay

• when bella’s back is turned she helps edward fix the dents his body caused the car behind them

• ellie helped him get ready for his wedding while the other girls helped bella

• she picked out his tux

• on e&b’s wedding day ellie tells bella all the happy changes she brought to him

rosalie hale

• ellie helps rosalie pull off the theatrical murders of the men who killed her

• they don’t talk much but they have a good relationship after the murders

• they support each other when it’s needed

• rosalie can’t understand how ellie is so happy being a vampire

• she often gets aggravated with her optimism

• ellie calls her rosie

• rose almost smashes ellie’s car after she tells edward she’s proud of him for saving bella

• “he could be the reason we are all found out!”

• “he feels for her rosalie!! would you let emmett die if you had the opportunity to save him or not save him!?”

• on the dL rose models for alice and ellie’s clothing line

• ellie stops rose from smashing the bowl when bella comes over for the first time with her powers

emmett cullen

• they click the moment they meet

• instant best friends

• dumb and dumber as vampires ong

• they are top notch competitors

• “emmett how many bears did you take down?”

• “8, beat that loser”

• “hAh i got 9 so you’re the loser here!”

• emmett then proceeds to search for another near the rest of the cullens end up having to intervene bc if they eat too much they’ll be grumpy and sluggish

• “race you to the car”

• they basically act like real teenagers when they’re together well real teenagers with super strength, hearing, etc

• they both love jeep rides and baseball

• they play fight all the time and esme hates it so they can never do it for too long

• rosalie hates them together bc they seriously don’t know how to act

alice cullen

• these two are fashion icons and true sisters

• they spend their time together drawing new designs

• the rest of the cullens have no choice but to be these sisters fashion models

• they have to try hard to fit in at school bc they want to dress fashionable but would stand out if they did

• the cullens all wear clothes made by alice and ellie after the two promised they wouldn’t go crazy and just make them “normal” clothes

• they drew and made bella’s wedding dress together

• they have a clothing line together

• alice loves taking pictures of jasper and ellie in secret it’s like a hobby of hers

• they haven’t figured out why yet but sometimes ellie can see alice’s visions

jasper hale

• they are absolutely in love

• jasper will do anything for her and she’ll do anything for him

• they met when he was in maria’s army

• he made her leave bc he knew maria was going to kill her and though he didn’t know why at the time he could let that happen

• later she finds him after he’d just left peter and charlotte

• she leaves the cullens to help jasper become a vegetarian

• everytime she visits edward tries to convince her to bring jasper home

• finally after five years she does

• esme ofc loves him

• carlisle is happy bc his fist daughter has found someone to love

• rosalie is jealous until she finds emmett

• emmett and jasper bring a little happiness to edward

• after another five years jasper and ellie move in with the cullens

• they meet alice on their travels and she ends up going home with them

• jasper plans the most romantic dates and gifts for ellie even after decades and decades of them being together

• when jasper expresses his want to kill bella in order to protect ellie

• “jasper i’d rather die than watch you kill a innocent human girl.”

• jasper immediately feels guilty and changes his mind about bella

• ellie loves pda but it takes jasper a few years to love it just as much as her

• jasper is uncomfortably with all the people that talk about his looks at school but ellie loves it

• “that’s right my jass is hot as hell and you can’t have him”

• they get married but they don’t have a ceremony bc ellie knows jasper doesn’t like attention

• jasper asked her to marry him while they were on the Eiffel tower bc ellie loves paris

• ellie and jasper are the only cullens that have real fighting experience

• at one point jasper learns a little bit of french after ellie refused to speak english for a whole week

#twilight imagine #jasper hale #twilight oc #rosalie hale #alice cullen #emmett cullen #edward cullen #bella swan

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typical-trope · 5 years

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The Great Wheelchair Contest

Summary: Jean is sick of seeing Professor Xavier run into things due to a lack of proper wheelchair design. She decides to fix it.

A/N: This was inspired by all the informative rants the wonderful Madneto would post regarding the issue. Note: There are still issues and I know nothing about wheelchairs. It’s meant as lighthearted fun inspired by the electric blue X on the new design. This was the only way I could justify its existence. There are NO SPOILERS for Dark Phoenix unless you count the wheelchair design.

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“I think we should have a contest.” Jean swung her legs freely as she perched on the kitchen counter with her friends.

“What kind of contest? And get your butt off of there. That’s where food goes.” Ororo gusted an icy breeze at the exposed skin of Jean’s lower back, making the young woman squirm off the marble.

“A drawing contest. The students could design The Professor a new wheelchair.”

“Why does he need one? Is his broken?” Scott had just taken a large bite of his sandwich before he’d asked his question and half masticated food rolled around his mouth. Jean wrinkled in nose in disgust at her boyfriend even as she walked over to sit in his lap.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full. It’s disgusting. And no, it’s not broken, per se. But it’s not right.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with it.” Kurt also had a mouthful of food, which sprayed from his mouth as he gave his input.

“Seriously?” Jean asked, wide eyed as she looked at Jubilee and Ororo for support. “Are manners not a thing in this house?”

“Nope,” Jubilee state, cheeks full of bread.

“Sorry, are we bothering you, Jean?” Ororo asked around her own bite of mac and cheese.

“You know what? That’s it.” Jean stole the turkey sandwich straight from Scott’s hands and took the largest bite she could before attempting to finish her thought.

Right when Hank and the Professor entered.

“Aa ee-ahs ah oo ick ih ah ong ah ihs ai-ah oo ee uh i oo ehp mm”

“Jean Elaine Grey, what do you think you’re doing?” Silence fell over the kitchen as all eyes turned from the disgusted men and back to the chagrined young woman who was having trouble swallowing the tacky mass of food. “Really, I thought you had more class than that. Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

Hank shook his head and grabbed a bag of grapes from the fridge before heading out again with the Professor in tow.

Silence reigned for another few seconds before the group burst into laughter at the expense of the red-faced young woman trying to bury head into Scott’s shoulder.

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“So you never mentioned why you wanted to have the contest. At least not in a way that was intelligible to anyone.” Scott was running his fingers through Jean’s hair as they lay on her bed staring at the ceiling.

“The wheels are completely wrong. Bobby’s been complaining loudly for weeks that the Professor’s chair was nothing like his friend Cody’s chair. And that Cody never ran into tables or walls because of steering issues. The current one is more like a hand jack in a warehouse than an actual chair, which just doesn’t make sense.” Jean sighed as she focused on making the marbles she had dancing above her spin lazily in helixes.

“So you want to have the students draw chair designs for him? What makes you think any of them will know how to make a working wheelchair? Besides, the Professor’s rich. If he wanted a new one, he could just buy it.” Scott tugged on a strand of red as he made his point.

Jean made a sound of acknowledgement as she sent the balls back into their bag on her side table. “Maybe you’re right. I just thought it’d be something fun. Besides, it’s not like the Professor could say no to a present from the students.” Scott huffed a laugh as he turned off the lamp next to him and curled around his girlfriend, ready for sleep.

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A week later, a stack of drawings sat on Jean’s desk, varying in talent, ingenuity, complexity, and sense. “Am I too late?” A young girl Jean believed was named Kitty stood at the classroom door with a crumpled piece of paper in her hands.

“For what, sweetie?” Jean beckoned her over to her and held out her hand. The drawing was crude, but it seemed like it wouldn’t be terrible, if tweaked a little. “This is so pretty.”

“I drew a better one, but St. John grabbed it and threw it in the mud, so I had to draw it again.” Kitty had tears in her eyes as she recalled the event. Jean smoothed out the sheet and added it to the pile.

“Don’t worry, this is going to the top of the pile. It’s beautiful, Kitty.” Jean pat the girl’s head and sent her out of the room before leaning back in her chair again.

“So? Did you get any entries?” Ororo and Peter leaned against the doorframe.

“Did you do this?” Jean motioned to the pile next to her to-do box.

“We may have told them you were taking entries, and the winner would get a detention pass from you.” Peter grinned wide at her as he told her the prizes.

Jean groaned and hit her head on the desk as she sent a paperclip his way. “Well, I appreciate the effort, but I have no idea how we’re actually going to vote.”

“How about we choose the top five, then bring them to Hank and Raven to choose the finalist?” Ororo shrugged and sauntered in to look over the choices. “Is this just a box? Who drew this?” She flipped over the paper to try and find a name.

“I think it’s supposed to be a pedestal? That seems even less helpful. How does it move? It doesn’t even have wheels? Oh wait, there are instructions.”

“That’s Luke’s handwriting,” Jean pointed out as she leaned over to look at the instructions.

“Oh no. I love this. It says that Ms. Grey has to float The Professor wherever he wants to go.” Peter doubled over laughing at the thought of Jean being Xavier’s beck and call.

“Stupid,” Jean said, rolling her eyes. “It’s not that funny.”

“I agree with Peter, actually. Imagine just following behind him constantly, hand out guiding down the halls. You’d be like a body guard, but completely useless if he were actually in trouble since you’d have to drop him to protect him.”

“I can control more than one thing at a time,” Jean defended.

“While making sure he doesn’t fly into the wall while you’re looking somewhere else?” Jean’s hand-eye coordination was something she’d been trying to practice for years.

“Whatever, I like this one.” She slid a paper over of an obnoxious hovercraft in gold. “Think Hank could manage it?”

“It has to be gold?”

“That’s the x-men color! He could ride it into battle with us.” Peter obviously supported the idea.

“I thought it was implied that Jean wanted a more subdued chair so it could be an every-day thing.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Peter asked.

What ended up being in the top five was the hover-craft, a hospital chair, a sport’s chair, a chair with a spot light and horn attached to a pole that rose a foot above where the stick figure Professor X’s head was, and a chair that looked similar to his current one, though it had a far more padded back, with a drawing of the back showing a bright blue X that had arrows indicating that it lit up, and had to be the same blue as his eyes.

“I can’t believe we included the hovercraft,” Jean groaned. “I’d been joking.”

“Oh come on, you know Hank would be able to figure it out,” Scott teased as the group made their way to the lab.

“Figure what out?” Beast and Raven were just stepping out of the side hallway. The former was tugging the sleeves of his shirt down while the latter was grinning wide.

“We asked the students to submit ideas for a contest regarding The Professor’s wheelchair. You two get the final say.”

“Why is there an air horn?” Raven asked, taking the papers and flipping through them quickly.

“To get the attention of everyone if they’re in an assembly hall,” Peter casually stated.

“He’s a telepath.” Hank was not amused.

“I told you it wouldn’t get through,” Jubilee poked.

“Why do we get the final say?” Hank questioned as he spread them out on the steel table. “Shouldn’t Charles be the one choosing his chair? And why does he want a new one?”

The group all looked at each other bashfully. Kurt’s tail flicked as he scratched the back of his neck before biting the bullet. “He maybe doesn’t. But we all thought it would be fun for the students to consider ideas.”

“Jean said his current one wasn’t practical.” Ororo threw the leader under the bus with no remorse.

“I built his current one. He’s fine with it.”

“Well, but…” Jean floundered before composing herself and standing tall again. “He’s used to it. That doesn’t mean it’s the best design. Listen, this one may have some flaws, but Bobby knows his shit and Kitty probably took cues from him when drawing it. Look at the back. It’d be far more comfortable than that metal one he’s currently working with. Just consider it.”

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The students all complimented The Professor on his new chair a month later. Kitty was the proud owner of a detention pass for all of one day. The magazines that disliked Charles Xavier were quick to highlight that while the rest of the team were subjected to distasteful yellow, The Professor was set apart by the narcissistic blue. Some extreme news vloggers stated loudly that it was obvious where to aim.

Of course, most of society quickly learned who designed the frankly restricting chair and thought it was cute how he showed such support for his students’ creativity.

#My fic #xmdp #charles xavier #jean grey #scott summers #kurt wagner #ororo munroe #jubilee #hank mccoy #Raven Darkholme #i haven't written in so long #please be kind #scott/jean #implied hank/raven #mutants

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goodnightkisseu · 6 years

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Ong Seongwu - Heat {M}

Requested By: Anonnie~ ( “ can i request a vampire seongwoo thirsting for you and your blood? please make it smut hihi ”)

Genre: Smut

Note: So it’s been a good while since I last wrote something with mature content in it, but with some nudging, I finally did it >///< Hopefully this is okay seeing how long it’s been OTL Also, given that Halloween is next week, what better a time than to post some vampire!ong? I also tried to edit the eyes in the gif below but you can’t see it very well ;;

Again, this does have mature content so read at your own discretion. I do hope that anyone that reads this enjoys it though >< As always, feel free to let me know what you think :3 Enjoy~

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A short gasp left your lips as your back hit the cold wall in the apartment building’s stairwell. A pair of lips locked onto yours, the power behind the kiss making you whimper at the delicious contact. In your cloudy state you probably would have let things transpire right there, but the part of your mind that was still lucid enough knew that it was a terrible idea. It pushed through the cloud of lust and nudged your partner off you as you started at a quick pace up the stairs, the handsome male following at your heels. This happened every time the two of you worked the same shifts. But you had to admit, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You worked with Seongwu at a night club in Seoul, one that was pretty exclusive and hard to find. Sometimes you wondered how you found your way there, what sequence of events transpired for you to land such a job, but the pay was good and the clientele were better than at previous establishments you had worked at. The two of you had met on your first day of work over a year ago and to say that there was an instant connection between you two would have been an understatement. You clicked with each other immediately. Seongwu was someone that you were comfortable with right away. He was easy to talk to, kind, helpful, and handsome. So the flirting started up pretty fast, and it didn’t take long for flirting to turn into something more. Pretty soon the two of you were staying after hours to talk. Talking became dinner, and then about a month later the two of you were already locking lips and lightly touching. Your relationship moved fast, far faster than you normally would have liked, but it didn’t feel l like a fling. It didn’t feel like the fire would burn out. Rather, it was just that the pace was fast.

Your budding relationship did cause your manager to split the two of you up on shifts however. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the two of you working together, because truth be told, when the two of you worked the same shift, you’d often make the most money of the night. Clientele either came for your pretty faces, or they came to enjoy the tension between the two of you. Still, your manager wanted to keep the workplace as professional as he could. However, even he couldn’t control when another employee needed a day or two off. So he just warned you both to keep it classy while you were working.

And you did… usually.

Being professional didn’t mean that the two of you couldn’t have a bit of fun while you were at work, and Seongwu, oh, Seongwu was particularly good at it. He was the definition of a tease while you were at work. In his quest for a particular bottle of liqueur he would brush past you, trying to get your attention. If that didn’t work he would make sure that his hand would gently brush past your waist as he was reaching for something. And if all of this failed, he would resort to more obvious things, like, purposefully flirthing with the female clientele when he knew that you were watching.

Granted, two could play at this game and you weren’t one to lose. If he would brush past you, you would sometimes lean into him as you were reaching for something, bringing your full body in contact with his. If he would flirt with the female clientele, you would flirt with any clientele in front of you, and sometimes, sometimes you’d even let them do body shots off you to really rile up your boyfriend.

Still, even with how over the top you went with things, what always got to you was his flirting. It normally didn’t bother you. You knew that it was even part of the job at times. But there were days when, his attention towards other women would make you feel a bit unappreciated. You’d want the same kind of attention, and you knew that he could see right through your indifferent façade. It couldn’t be helped that you worried sometimes, no matter how secure you thought you were. After all, you knew why he was so desirable to other women, and it wasn’t just his naturally good looks.

Seongwu wasn’t just blessed with naturally good looks. There was something else in him, his supernatural aura, his vampire aura, which really attracted women to him. You had learned pretty early on that it was probably what drew you to him, just like it drew all the other girls in, like moths to a flame. Upon learning of his unhuman abilities, you were a bit afraid, but you were still okay. You knew that you liked him enough to stick around, but there were times that you couldn’t help but wonder if, falling so fast for him was part of his plan. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was playing with you. Yet, Seongwu, knowing that these thoughts plagued your mind for the first couple months of your relationship, was very adamant on reassuring you that this wasn’t the case at all. He told you that he really did like you, that he cared for you, and given the fact that he was a 120 years old now, it was a little surprising.

Still, he never did anything to make you doubt him, and if anything, he made a huge effort to get to know you better. And now, he probably knew you better than anyone else. He could tell when you faltered, when you were feeling a little insecure, and he was always ready to make it up to you. It was a strange thought. Someone that had lived for so long, that could have anyone they so desired, would bend over backwards to make sure that you didn’t leave his side. You appreciated it though, and it made you love him more.

Tonight was no different. When he realized that you were a bit off, he asked you about it while the two of you were closing up. He coaxed the reason out of you, and though you were reluctant to say it, as you knew it meant he won your little game, you admitted that you were jealous. He reassured you that you shouldn’t be, but he also couldn’t help but smirk. He knew what it meant when you were jealous, and he knew that you would be exceptionally needy tonight. And that he was looking forward to.

So it was no surprise when, after you had put the till away, that Seongwu wrapped you up in his arms, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as his lips trailed along your neck. Things got heated in that moment and the two of you started making out behind the bar at the club. It took every fiber of your being to lead Seongwu out of there and back to his place before continuing with your night. After all, you still wanted to have a job tomorrow. And here you were, finally at his apartment door after your trip up the stairs took a little longer than expected. He had you sandwiched between the door and himself while he fumbled with the key. You were okay with this of course, as it allowed you ample access to your boyfriend. You were already working at the top buttons of his shirt, lips biting and sucking at his exposed skin. You wanted to see him lose it too, because truth be told, it didn’t happen too often.

Seongwu was already having a hard time with the door, and your distractions weren’t helping. He just wanted to revel in your kisses and bites, in the way that you made soft sounds while you explored every square inch of his chest. If he wasn’t in his right mind he probably would have taken you right there, but he knew better than that, and he knew he probably would have been kicked out of this really nice building if he did something like that. It took him a long time to find a place that didn’t ask a lot of questions, so he didn’t want to get booted any time soon.

By an utter miracle, Seongwu somehow managed to get the door open, and in the swiftest motion ever, he pulled you inside, slammed the door shut, and pinned you against it with your arms above your head. You mewled softly as you looked up at him with wanting eyes, his own scanning yours before landing on your swollen lips which had more than enough fun leaving bites and marks all over his chest. Speaking off, his chest and entire upper body were now on full display, your hands, somehow, managing to undo all of the buttons on his shirt while he was messing with the door. You were a little naughty today, and that just excited him even more.

He hovered over your smaller form, lips close to your ears, a low growl leaving his lips in warning. “Don’t do that again. I almost lost control out there. Did you want people to see us?” he mused, knowing that, for reasons, when he spoke to you like this, it always riled you up.

It took every fiber of your being to not just moan at the sound of his voice. “No, but isn’t it more fun with the danger of getting caught?” you countered, your response causing your lover to loosen his grip on your wrist just enough that you managed to slip out of his hold, dusking under his arm, and watching as he turned around to find you again. Your hands played with the hem of your shirt as you looked over in his direction between they managed to pull it off, throwing it in his direction. The two of you stood there in silence for about ten seconds, just staring at each other before you decided to book it down the hallway and towards the bedroom.

It didn’t take Seongwu long to catch up with you, it never did. He was always able to quickly match your pace and once he did, the two of you started fumbling along the long hallway, clothes being thrown left and right as the two of you connected at brief moments to shard heated kisses. You never strayed from your destination, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t stop along the way. Just as you had now with Seongwu managing to pin you with your face to the wall.

“You’re really testing me today, love,” he whispered in your ear, one of his hands reaching up to caress your left breast while the other worked its way between your legs. He gently rubbed at your inner thigh at first, his hot breath at your neck, but that was all too much for you it seemed as you squirmed under his touch. Smirking to himself at your impatience, he brought his hand further up, his fingers gliding along your folds, even more please with himself at how wet you were already. “Someone is excited,” he stated, his voice low as his fingers played with your bundle of nerves while he nibbled on your ear. He knew this always sent you over the top, but he wanted you wound up, needy for him. Maybe it was because, he needed it too.

Seongwu always seemed to know what to do to make you into a mess. The fingers on his left hand were gently tweaking your nipple while his other fingers found their way between your lower lips and two of them found their way into your womanhood, another moan easily slipping off your lips. His pace was slow at first, but you could feel him moving them fast, his hot breath against your ear, and it was honestly all too much. You were oh so very close… and then he stopped. You made a small noise but Seongwu only chuckled before he started moving his fingers again, his hard member rubbing against your lower back. You felt yourself getting close again, you were so close to achieving your release, but he pulled away completely, your weak form barely able to hold itself up. A discontent sound left your lips, not liking that you had been denied your release twice as you turned to look at the male that you called your love. You hated when he teased you like this, but you knew he did it to get you riled up… and it worked every time.

“Not yet, princess. We have to save it for the main event,” he said with a smirk, before disappearing into the bedroom, leaving you to chase after him this time. And of course you knew exactly where to find him, and there he was, sitting on the edge of the bed, just waiting for you. He was overly confident sometimes. Part of you was surprised that it never seemed to cross his mind that you could have left in the middle of one of these sessions, But you also supposed, his confidence was something that you found attractive sometimes as well.

Seongwu’s attention shifted to the door when your figure came into view. His eyes scanned your unclothed body as you sauntered towards him, a smirk trying not to form on his features. This wasn’t the first time he had seen you naked and he knew it wouldn’t be the last, but every time he did, he couldn’t help but revel in how beautiful you were. Everything about you was so enticing and entrancing to him. You made him wild with just the smallest actions and to say he wanted you, was craving you, badly in that moment was an understatement. He needed you as much as you needed him. When you finally reached him and kneeled in front of him, he couldn’t help how excited he got as your lips connected.

The both of you were so needy that your kisses were no longer gentle. They had become needy and sloppy, small noises leaving your lips as Seongwu won in your little game of dominance. But, it wasn’t over yet. You still had something up your sleep. As your lips locked with Seongwu’s your hand worked its way between your bodies and deftly grasped onto his member, making him groan into your mouth. You held it firmly and gave it a pump, earning you another groan before placing him against your hot flesh, your hand moving up and down to create a delicious friction that seemed to make him grow bigger.

Reluctantly, you pulled your lips away from his, just in time to see that lust flicker in his eyes, that moment when he was starting to come undone in your hands. It sent a shiver down your spine and urged you to keep going. Slowly, you lowered yourself down to sit squarely on your heels as both of your hands moved to his length, one at the base and the other further up as the pumped him, and down. You varied the pressure and speed, every time earning you a noise from your partner. He never held back. He was a bit of a vocal mess, and you knew how to make him even more vocal.

Giving him one last long stroke, as you brought one of your hands back, you replaced it with your mouth as you took him in, your tongue lightly flicking along his tip before it found itself massaging the underside of his manhood as you brought more and more of him into your mouth. You gave him a gentle suck at first, earning a groan from Seongwu in the process, before you started moved around his length, your hands at the base of his member to tend to whichever parts you couldn’t fit inside your mouth. Your head bobbed gently at first around his member, but you could tell that Seongwu was really getting into it, like he usually did. It wasn’t just the sounds that were resonating through his body, but also the way that his hand worked its way into your hair, trying to urge you to take more and more of him in. You did what you could, hollowing out your cheeks as you sucked him, ignoring the slight pain in the back of your throat in exchange for his pleasure in the moment.

You were sure that he was close, mostly with the way his hips tried to not push too far forward. You wanted to get him there, but before you could, Seongwu pulled you away so quickly and threw you on the bed, a feat that could only be achieved by his inhuman abilities. Before a gasp could even leave your lips, his were on yours again, completely devouring that loud moan that left your lips when he pushed into you. His entrance was so fast that you couldn’t help but whimper, the stretch being more than you had anticipated. Yet as fast and swift as his actions were, as anxious as he was to get to the best part, he was still gentle. Seongwu placed soft kisses on your face, stilling himself before slowly moving his hips to let you adjust to him. It didn’t take you long to start moving your hips in rhythm with his, any pain turning into a complete wave of pleasure.

“S-shit… Seongwu…”

Your breathing became more erratic as Seongwu picked up the paced, his name mixed in with every moan or mewl that left your lips. Each time he pushed in your legs would spread further apart to give him more room, your mind clouded by the pure pleasure he was building up in you. You felt his hot breath against your ear as he moved in and out, the occasional grunt making you moan as he hit that one spot, over and over, that always turned you into putty in his hands. It never took much for you to succumb to Seongwu completely, but it was so good every time you did.

You still didn’t have enough though. You wanted more. You wanted to feel more, and so, wanting more of that friction that was driving you wild, you pulled him closer to you, burying his face in the nape of your neck as you moved your hips with his. You met him at each point and every time you moaned louder. “S-seongwu…” you managed to stutter, earning you a soft chuckle in your ear.

“My love always sounds so hot like this. The way you say my name… the way you moan, I can’t get enough of it,” he whispered, making you moan again. He found himself quickening his pace as his lips left kisses along your neck, alternating with sucking and leaving little marks. His mind was so clouded by how good he was making you feel, with how good he felt, that he didn’t even notice how his normally hazel eyes turned red, or that his fangs had come out.

He might not have known but you had felt them instantly. You felt the way the tips of his fangs gently grazed your skin, and it sent a shiver down your spine. He had drawn blood from you before, usually in heated moments like this because it exhilarated you and was somehow better for him. It wasn’t uncommon so you were expecting his fangs to sink him. Yet, as you became more of a moaning mess in his arms, he never bit down. His fangs just danced on your skin, teasing you of the additional bit of euphoria that came every time those fangs broke skin. “S-seongwu, are you not going to do it?” you asked, almost sounding disappointed.

It was in that moment that he pulled away from you and you saw the shift in him. Those blood red eyes that were now scanning your form in place of his usual hazel ones that were far softer. But right now, those blood red orbs showed hesitation as Seongwu stilled himself above you. “Babe, I shouldn’t. It hasn’t been long since I last fed on you, and I don’t want anything bad to happen,” he said gently. Seongwu didn’t need to feed often, and when he did he often supplemented with animal blood, but you were his only source of actual human blood, and it was the way he wanted it. He found something special in you that he liked. Maybe it was because you were his, he didn’t know, but no one else was quite the same when he drew from them. But no matter how much he loved you, his instincts would sometimes get the better of him, but he knew he had to keep them at bay, mostly after the last time.

He had gotten a little over enthusiastic the last time the two of you made love and he decided to draw blood from you. He went a little overboard and you looked like you were in pretty bad shape afterwards. It was the first time he had ever taken more than he should have and he felt a pain in his chest seeing how weak you were. After that he had tried not to take from you, but even he knew he was getting a weaker, that he needed to eventually. And his natural instincts must have taken over in the moment, because they were ready to take what they craved now, and almost did if you didn’t say anything.

“But Seongwu, you haven’t fed in a while. You’re getting weak,” you told him. You had seen it. He had been looking a bit rough these last couple of days, but he had been playing it off as just fatigue, which you knew couldn’t be a thing. He needed to feed, and he refused to take from any human other than you. But he had become so shy about it after the last time made your bed-ridden for a few days. You knew he had felt guilty, but now he needed to think of his own well-being too.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said adamantly, but even he was having a hard time believing his words. It was taking every ounce of willpower in him right now not to do something he would regret. But you were completely overloading his senses. Between the way your body craved for him, to how fast your heart was beating, to how your aroused aura filled his senses, it was taking all of his self-control to not give in. He needed to feed, yes, but he also didn’t want to hurt you either. It was one thing to crave your blood, it was another for it to lead to him not having you in his life anymore.

You knew he had become gun shy so you knew that you had to do the one thing that would overwrite all of his inhibitions. You pulled him closer to you and tightened yourself around his length, making him moan in your ear as you said the words that always drove him while. “Damn Seongwu, just fuck me until I see stars.”

And that was enough for him to let loose. His hips moved faster, pistoling into you at a speed that you had never quite felt before. You were overstimulated, but you didn’t care. You could feel your release and you knew that he was close too. With every thrust you moaned into his ear, urging him on, and in a matter of seconds, you felt that familiar feeling pooling in your stomach. As your body shuttered, you felt two sharp pricks on your neck, pushing you further into a state of euphoria. The combination of the pain and pleasure were enough to wear you out as you felt a warm liquid filling you up as your lover reached his release above you.

When the both of you had ridden your highs, Seongwu slowly pulled out of you and engulfed you in his arms as your eyes grew heavy in that moment of pure bliss.

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Consciousness plagued your body as you stirred from your sleep. Your head felt rather heavy and you were inwardly fighting with your brain to not wake up yet. You knew that this was a feeling of fatigue, but you had expected it. You would be able to work through it if your brain would just give you some more time to rest. But it seemed like it wanted to be up now, and you would have to find time to rest later.

The room was still dark, likely because Seongwu’s blackout curtains were obscuring the much brighter world outside. You had no perception of what time it was, but you didn’t even have time to think about it when a gentle kiss was placed on your temple, signaling to you that you weren’t quite alone. The lips gently moved to yours, softly kissing you in the most loving and affectionate way possible. There was no doubt in your mind that it was Seongwu. No one other than him had ever kissed you this sweetly.

“My love, you’re finally awake. Are you alright?” he asked, his words soft as he held you in his arms. He had stayed with you the entire time you slept, worried that he had overdone it. He stayed to keep listen to your heartbeat to make sure that it was normal, and he wanted to be there right when you woke up so that he could ask if you were alright right away. Seongwu hoped that he didn’t overdue it like he did the time before. Just thinking of that time caused a knot to form in his stomach. It could have been bad then, and he hoped it wasn’t like that now.

“I’m okay, just tired it all,” you informed him, resting your chin on his chest, eyes finally adjusting to how dark it was in the room. “Are you feeling better? Was that enough?”

A gentle smile graced his features and a weight was lifted off his shoulders when you told him that you were okay. He loved you a lot, and the way he was worrying about you now really proved to him that he wasn’t capable of feeling this way for anyone else. “Honestly, I do feel a lot better overall,” he admitted, his hands drawing shapes into your skin.

Yet, Seongwu wasn’t one for keeping a serious mood for long. “Though, you know that I could never get enough of you. I’d make love to you a hundred times over in a night if I could,” he teased, hand lightly moving lower down your back.

“Maybe that’s a vampire thing, but it’s definitely not a human thing,” you teased gently, lightly tapping his nose as Seongwu made a move to pull your body on top of him, your naked forms fitting perfectly together. “It does feel good though…” you said softly, boosting the ego of the male below you.

That smirk on his features only grew. “I know what to do to you,” he teased gently before his eyes caught sight of the two puncture marks on your neck. That feeling overcame him again, that guilt. His brows furrowed as he leaned in to lick them, sending a shiver down your spine. “Make sure to cover them up, hm? They’ll fade soon…”

You nodded knowingly. It wasn’t the first time he had fed on you, but he said it every time, making his concern for you evident. “I know. Turtlenecks and other high sweaters for the time being. Don’t worry. I wouldn’t want any other girl knowing what you are anyway. They’d probably try to steal you away from me if that’s their fantasy,” you teased with a giggle.

“You know I would never leave you like that, right?” he asked, your joke being taken a little more seriously than you had expected. “I’d keep you by my side for eternity if you’d let me…”

Your heart swelled with his words, but before you could properly answer him, Seongwu’s lips were already on yours again, just to show you how much he really loved you…

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Anime, Apparently, and Ass: File: furies ipg (405 KB, 1296x968) 631157670 631165562 >»631166037 Anonymous 07/29/15(Wed)08:18:07 No.631156939 Alright boys, sit down for a tale of the most Autistic kid I have ever had the displeasure of running into Wolfman Greg >Re me >Be 16, around 2000 a popular kid either Kinda did my cwn thing really >Shared World History with this kid >His name was Greg il from arace and into autism >Greg at this point was quiet, and reserved, never did anything to get bullied >Especially after Columbine >Fnday b g to change soon >That Monday >Apparently Greg's parents had bought him a computer, and an Intenet connection sHe hvigusly hadn't showered at all since friday >He didn't really pay attention during class and was mostly drawing in his notebook >His smell was palpable Grea collected his things and headed for the door >Not before he bumped into a guy named Mike kewas hot pleased with Greg's odor >Greg stood silent for a moment >And then he did it Mike iust ushed Grea out of the way and made his way into the hallway and walked to his next class >The rest of the kids gave Greq a strange room for the rest of the day 631160061 631160215 631165562 >631165642 631165921 Anonymous 07/29/15(Wed)08:26:44 No.631158773 File: 1437110427545.ipg (418 KB. 1955x2048) day Appars sinstead he bought a gray hoodie, and some cloth >And sewed some years to the hood >At least he showered this time Greg didn't do his homework the night before >The teac her was this really nice vegan lady from Oregon >She was a little pushy with homework but that was it really ork to be passed up front >She askd theirs >"Greg? 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She was probably hoping for an apoloqy >Greg grabbed her face paper in his hand He nad lold And licked her cheek >And the bug quts too Grea then tueked the nanor into her breast pocket and sat back down >The teacher, as a testament to her character, pretended that never happened >The class went on as normal verge of tears the entire time while we were talking about the Boxer Rebellion When the bell rang again, Greg bolted full Naruto style out of the room >His hoodie came loose and fell off hair >Revealing a really shitty attempt at anime >After school as I was walking home I saw our US History teacher talking to the school cop >With her equally vegan and upset boyfriend there too We didn't see Grea for two weeks after that Anonymous 07/29/15(Wed)08:47:48 No.631162869 File: Scared ipg (67 KB, 656x584) 631163694631164020 631164078631164239631165562 Thursday, two weeks after the incident >Grea was back >If you think he was bad after a weekend of early 2000s Internet, Greg has been SCARED He clearly hadn't showered, at all He looked like he slept, ate and shat in the gray eared hoodie He reoked very poorly made tail to the back d >By this time we we The teacher decided to hold class outdoors for once to demonstrate some things >As soon as we got outside, everyone put themselves up wind of Greg Evnthing was coing fine we were discussing the Battle of Somme in the gentle Arizona winter Greg, what are you doing? >All eyes shot to Greg to see what horror we were about to witness with one hand in th He didn't andwor >Everyone turned back to our teacher PAnd then the digging got more ferocious e grounds keepers worked really hard to grow that grass!" >No answer, he kept digging Greg!" tensified Grestop ar Still nothing Mike stood up and started walking towards Greg to stop him had a foot deep hole about square foot wide >Fvervone stonned >Their faces when >Greg tumed around SAnd started to poo >Oh God the stench Evione flinned and oot as far away from him as possible >Greg managed to fill the entire hole up >He then lifted his pants And then buried it >The 9/10 goth girl fainted Greg got sent to the office And was sent home for the day 631164732 631164845631164983 631165088 631165130631165135631165162631165268631165307 Anonymous 07/29/15(Wed)08:56.32 No.631164486 631185639 22631166136 File: XaviOda jpg (19 KB, 320x240) Friday >Greg was tolerable that day, nothing happened The following Monday to class >Like realy late >The poor teacher marked him absent >Half way through the treaty of Versailles quess who showed up >And the horrar >We didn't see it at first, or for the next ten minutes we heard it Acnch >And not the normal granola kind >Like the wet, gross kind iting into a bone would make >The girl in front of Grea turneod around >She flipped her shit Greg what the fuckl" SA half eaten bird >He was late bec ause of this l aleo wotod to throw because he managed to catch a bird, kill it, and partially eat it The teacher approached him and attempted >Greg wasn't having it rescue the poor avian creature from this kid >A had o landed a bite on her >Mike had enough of this shit >Before he could react though Greg through his meal at him >The distraction worked o over a desk >He failed and landed face first on the tile >Luckily he had enough time to get up, spit out some blood and Naruto run out of the room eneheied te wcks of school bec ause of an infection though 31166912631166935631166956 631167039 22631167068 631167080 6311 Anonymous 07/29/15(Wed)09:06:19 No.631166557 ile: 1437626420912.ipg (298 KB, 1024x768) >About a week into our poor teacher's absence >The substitute put us in the computer lab to research some shit: Thanks to her fatness and her odor, she was immune to Greq's smell barrier >Qur schedule was fucked that day >They were having a assembly for 8th graders that would be attending next vear >So we only had our first class that >For eight hours We broke for lunch, nothing weird happened with Greg, yet. 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File: 14315458 10401 gif (1.5 MB We went a month without Greg shenanigans l even managed to sleep with the goth girl a couple of times outside of class >He didn't speak much, but we nicknamed him "8 Ball 8 Ball didn't take Greg's shit, except for letting him growl or whine once in a while the end of Junior year we thought we had heard the last of Wolfman Greg >None >l unch time l was sitting with the Goth Girl, Marian and her gaggle of dark brooding sisters tables were >We were talking about Poe when it happened >The doors to the tard building burst open was Greg I watch him sprint out, howling >8 Ball no where to be seen en Grea wondered around for a hit before singling out prev This noor shy gid named Marissa >He snuck up behind her >Oh God dher to the table >And pretended to mount her >He had his dick out and was rubbing it on the back Wing like a woll te cattered f her sweater This had to be the final straw >This went on for what felt like forever 8 Ball finaly ehowed un after getting Arby's >Greg was expelled after this and labeled a sex offender >Marissa dropped out >That was the end of Wolfman Grea for high school I have ONE more, this happened six months ago Anonymous 07/29/15(Wed)09.31:26 No.631171137 File: LTXeu.ipg (127 KB, 800x853) Greg was allowed to join our class. 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rhotdornn · 5 years

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Fennel: For a drabble about my muse being strong in a way that they usually aren’t. (Ahtun-Swars)

Long had the day grown, and longingly so did it stretch into the evening… For even as the crown of the honeyed sun spilled across the horizon, streaks of light would not be permitted passage; nay, the thick, obscuring, hallowed waft of smog and ash crept up from the riled tide, crawling its ghastly path across the hull of a battered vessel, now rolling upon the seething current. Torn sails snapped harshly against the furling gale, as it harrowed the blackened heavens above–the crackle of aetherial tension swelling with thunder within the rolling blanket of clouds. The waters portended naught but death, for beyond their surface lurked an eerie, unbecoming, inky coat–swallowing any and all trace of turquoise and emerald that oft sloshed vibrantly through Aerslaent’s crystalline Seas. It had always been the same, sonorous song that flirted with the wind, and carried low upon its brow, across every nook and cranny it could flit through.

“Undulávë ilyë…Tier lomé…Ar caita mornië…”

The bark of the ship once shone with the splendour of ivory, of a great bark of gray make, now tarnished and consumed by dust and smolder as the plumes of hearty flames gnawed away upon its beauty, leaving behind naught but debris and ash to honour its lost memory. At the very front of the vessel’s bow, a majestic figurehead still stood to endure, fashioned in the likeness of a queenly swan with folded, pristine wings of white.

“Sindanóriello…I falmalinnar imbë met…Oialë…”

Despite the calamitous winds that ailed the waters on low and skies on high, only but one voice lulled throughout the catastrophe, lingering with a harmonic drift of the mirth it incurred. Upon the very shipdeck, a sight that rivaled such tranquility had danced between each flick of ember, and every breath of fire that scorned the planks around it. A male, crimson-crowned Sea Wolf knelt at the mercy of the elements, both of his wrists snared within the malicious grip of two ropes. The light within his infernal hues had long since dissipated, and the breath once filling his leonine breast had long since departed, robbed by the crestfallen Wolf’s own, waning hope. Upon his brow sat naught but dismay–dismay, and a welling fount of anguish and agitation, festering all the deeper as his irises strove upwards, offering little more than seething daggers towards the culprit of the song.

Long, pale legs moved to sweep noiselessly across the charred trail, tactfully slow, and woefully bright. In the heart of this surreal darkness, the figure before him shimmered with an ephemeral gleam. A gown fitted with an opalescent plumage rolled past its shoulders, its waist and knees–yet further than it fell the specter’s keen, twin-blades–light, Elven blades fastened with a disciplined grip within each palm. The glint of their razors saw them tipped low, and their approach tantalized him further, for it had been slow, drawn out and scathing upon his mind. A searing, incandescent spectral luminosity swept across their metal, bathing them in the silvery sheen of the Moon–despite its presence on that eve.

“At the edge of darknessHope is whispering still…Tender, unerringGently stirring…”

Where the lips of the feminine voice bespoke hope, his own brows would feel the encroaching twitch of irritation spur them lower, his own voice bellowing out in a resentful concession of victory.

“…Aye. AYE. I may not remember your ilk, or the song–but by now, Althyk knows I may recite it by heart. Ever the same… Withered song… Upon the same, blackened waters… Lulling the same, demolished ship…” Try as he might, further focus would ill avail him–for the radiance of her cloaked garments dazzled with the glint of stars, sewn within each strand and thread of her armaments. “Always the same withered song. Always the same ending… Yet both of us know how this dance closes… How this nightmare, like so many afore it, meets its end.” Long were the nights of robbed sleep, and numerous inbetween–for in the realm of reality, nary a wink of sleep could he at certain nights obtain–and on such nights, the full Moon would strike out across the celestial stardom, spreading its enthralling shimmer across all creation it touched.

“Memories unfurling in the mindWarm wind from a far, forgotten country…”

The star-embellished mistress would see her step come to a halt, as her blades stilled but a few ilms before the Sea Wolf; the edge of the right razor slipping beneath his sweat-addled neck–as if to beckon his attention upwards in a twisted fashion.

“…Long left behind.”

Those last few sentiments… This haunting dreamscape would, unlike those that preceded it, stand apart from the rest. The harmonic song… For a miracle, he finally understood it–for he lingered in a dream, and now only did his mind grow aware of it. And as he came to, so too would a spark of memories ignite his spirit–where he once felt resentment’s sting and guilt’s pang, now he saw far more clearly; as if the fog grew thinner between her and him, and the ash fell back in disarray at the first tuft of the zephyr that rose to greet the vessel.

“Wandering the empty roadIn twilight’s silver shade…”

The twin blade of the blinding shade rose in tandem, yet with a promise far more malicious–akin to every dream, it meant to struck as the last verse dispersed from her lips, in an effort to strike the bound Rainlander low, and cast him away from the reprieve of sleep’s hold, once more. And again. And again.Until no more sanity remained, and he wholly surrendered to his grief.Until his days were fully spent, and his mind lost to madness, spurred by the decree of insomnia.Yet, at last, he finally saw clear.This had never been a song wholly about him.

“Following the hidden paths…Lonely and afraid.”

And as her merciful blade fell in a swift, traverse cut, ribbons of sanguine would splatter from the Wolf’s husk…

…Yet not from his throat, into which the specter sought to sink her steel.

The binds that held his wrists at bay just now fell to the wasted floorboards, with a dull, lifeless ‘thump.’ Within his left palm would he clutch her moonlit blade, and within his eyes would he brandish a mounting, volcanic flare. The moment she sought to assert her other blade fully into his neck, it would find no purchase–for his right hand had already laid claim to the wrist which commanded it, driving it ever so further away.

Her last verse–the last hint of the song she’d always torment him with ere finishing his voyage within sleep’s embrace prematurely, had now been sung… Yet the only bleeding fell in rivulets from the palm which clung to her weapon.

For now it had been his turn. And his booming, proud bass would thrum away with a quiet, low in volume yet poised in the notes it carried across the four, scattered winds. The dread that once swam before his eyesight now rolled back akin to a fragile curtain, and dead in her eye would he strike out his stare.

“…Let the sunlight free the heartForever bound to roam.”

The hand which gripped her wrist offered a far shorter kindness in turn-for in the aftermath of its toppling strength, the specter would gasp at her own palm twisting–and him commanding her own blade into her abdomen in no more than one seamless motion–and clean cut.

In the aftermath of it all, only a single twinkle flirted with his attention–a bright, illuminated trinket that shone with an auburn light, fading away as she did–in a swarm of depleting, cascading starlight, rolling away along the shipdeck–and plunging peacefully back into the calming waves beneath. Their slosh and tossing would cease, for the waters once more flourished with a pristine clarity, drawing unto their surface more vibrant hues of aquatic green and blue.

As he perched his glare upon the cloud-veiled sky, the pallor of starlight would answer his gaze; for the skies began to drive back the tides of blackened clouds, and before him, under the muster of the zephyr, a wholly familiar, once-forgotten star would become known. Perched upon the highest vault of the heavenly abode, it shone with only four tails, and vied with none for dominance of the skies; for its light blazed ardently, and its radiance shone the brightest.

The Nortyrstyr. The Northern Star of Hyrthyml, rumored to make itself known to those that sought it out without malice seducing their intent, or rotting away their hearts.

And under its hallowed gaze would his nightmare-turned-dream come to a close–and when he arose, his limbs would not betray him to fatigue, nor would his mind be addled with a longing for succor and reprieve. No, hurriedly would he disembark from the safety of his bedside, sorting through his armaments–yet as he browsed his wardrobe, he’d briefly cease, as his palm wound up against his aged, weather-worn leather jacket–only to harshly shove it aside, despite the small wrinkle of a frown it instilled his sweat-laden visage with–and retrieve his blade, tucked away within a hidden compartment in the closet.

He had finally claimed that which he clung to–which he sought after without knowing it all along.

He had finally come to make peace with himself, and drew upon enough strength in a way he never could on his own, once upon a time.

He had finally forgiven himself.

And for that, the spoils of his rewards counted his resurfacing, mending memory once-fractured… As well as the true, final verse of the song.

“…And let the waking morning findThe weary traveller returning home.”

[A-spicy drabble prompts, mama mia!]

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wannawrite · 6 years

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The Royals - KD [ pt.2 ]

who?: Wanna One’s Kang Daniel

genre: 🌺🌸

type: bullet point

TW: violence, guns - GUN! CONTROL!, profanity

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part two \ two

one

mafia! AU

you’ve always known he could break bones, but you never thought Kang Daniel was capable of breaking your heart

concludes daniel’s story! sorry this literally took a decade to upload, hope y’all ain’t starved

- Admin L

disclaimer: pictures used do not belong to me and credit goes to their original owners everything purely fictional DO NOT READ IF TRIGGERING

time went on as usual

eventually, you announced to your friends and family that you and Daniel were no longer a thing

it was tragic sad

at least your friends never left your side through the thick and thin

JooE even offered to throw away the painting she had painted but you insisted she keep it

you avoided him as much as you could at school

not much because he was literally EVERYWHERE

last time, you appreciated the fact you too had so many clashing classes and lunch slots...

now they just were more opportunities for the dagger lodged in your chest to sink deeper

• thankfully, Daniel didn’t shoot a sad puppy dog look or a cheery smile because you would hAVE CRACKED INTO PIECES AND GOTTEN BACK WITH HIM YEAH

whipped

whipped enough for you to still congratulate him on graduation day and made that a final goodbye to your ex-boyfriend

okay maybe you were just a courteous person

you wondered how his mafia was doing

how was Jeon Somi? what was Ong Seongwoo up to?

after a short two days of staying at Somi’s apartment - she got you out of the wrecked Kang mansion - you grew attached to her and considered her your friend

however, you only managed to get her KakaoTalk and due to her busy schedule, she almost never replied to your messages

in a sense, you missed out on the exciting mafia lifestyle

but better safe than sorry right? especially when dealing with the law

some people just weren’t cut out to be part of organised crime associations

sometimes...whenever you let your mind wander, it would take you to an alternate universe where you had stayed with Daniel

here Daniel had accepted your help and stuck with you

a world where you too held the mark of a royal - a tattooed crown

you would be one of them

and it would be you and Daniel. Both of you missions together, going up against NCT, fighting side by side

mundane school life thrown into the wind, caution tossed far away

you could be travelling all over the globe with the love of your life, tracking down NCT members and claiming heists

that could’ve been your new life

but it wasn’t

and Daniel wasn’t involved in your current...that bit kind of sucked the most if you were completely honest

...you wanted him, and all of his dark secrets

haha but you had neither

strangely, life seemed well enough for you to forget the majority of the details, only remembering the important parts

life goes on

people move on

so why the hell was there a bitter aftertaste on the tip of your tongue when you saw a post on IG with Daniel in it

he seemed to be posing with close friends, pulling candid faces

who tf are they and why do I still follow them

@kinghwan

uhhh Kim Jaehwan from that one Christmas part from 3 years ago?

it was more of your cousin’s party, which is why you only knew your family there

you think you only followed him because he followed you?

how does he know Daniel?

why is Daniel so important to him that he must appear in one of the three pictures on his feed

+ Jaehwan has a lot of followers 14k...they’ll all be seeing Daniel

WHAT THE HELL

...those kinds of things happened occasionally

look that dumb prick went drinking again and he spent money on a bitter Hite can

stupid...I bet he couldn’t even walk into his house that night

wait, why do I still care?

graduation was the last incident you had seen him face to face

surprisingly, he disappeared right after school had ended, as if he vanished from the face of the earth

perhaps it was another Kang Daniel effect

at least he was gone

that part helped your brain to more or less erase a small chunk of your memories of him

you just hoped he wasn’t gone for good

anyway

you drew out your own map, paved your own path, created an individual route in life

did whatever the hell you wanted to do

whatever deemed morally and lawfully correct that is

be good children okay

whenever you could, you worked as a flight attendant on one of the country’s top airlines to fund your college tuition

the stack law school fees weren’t going to pay themselves

not to be nsfw but here I am organising baguettes on a jet powered by dinosaur bones, flying through clouds

‘WE HAVE 2 MINUTES BEFORE BOARDING STARTS. WHERE ARE THE BREAD TRAYS.’

keep :) calm :))

I’m sure everyone is familiar with how boarding a plane works

you’re checking people’s boarding passes as they march into the aircraft

some of the names start ringing bells into your head

fire alarm bells

Kim Jaehwan

Kim Chungha

Ong Seongwoo

Kim Sohye

WAIT

AS IN THE ONG SEONGWOO FROM FOUR YEARS AGO

THE KIM JAEHWAN FROM THREE YEARS AGO

they’re dressed like ordinary passengers, but black masks hide the bottom half of their face

is Seongwoo wearing circle lenses?

why the hell are they flying economy when they have 11 private jets?

just what are The Royals up to now

f o u r years ago...it was about trying to salvage Daniel’s relationship with you, protecting you two from NCT

what are they doing now?

The Royals: Where are they now? not clickbait

a heist? an ambush attack? meeting with dealers? meeting with NCT? or had their enemy changed?

dealers as in firearm and car dealers...not drugs

don’t do drugs kids

and don’t buy illegal firearms or cars, you’ll end up in jail

just don’t do illegal things

a small fraction of your heart began to beat wildly once again

this was the first time you had such a close encounter with people you thought had been left in your past

a brief look of recognition crossed Seongwoo’s eyes when his gaze fell on you but he pressed his lips together and continued moving down the aisle

great...just fantastic, the whole gang of them are sitting in the rows I’m in charge of in

do! not! crack! now!

Jaehwan couldn’t possibly remember me because he spent the whole party with my cousins and ended up drunk playing the piano

Seongwoo would’ve shown some sort of response if he remembered

so, I’m just another flight attendant

good

nothing’s gonna happen

even with that phrase chanting in your head, your hands still shook and heat still scorched the back of your neck

you simply could not stop yourself from observing them, your eyes rarely left the four faces

so much so you almost dropped an entire tray of drinks on another passenger

finally, after serving the passengers’ lunch, you got a chance to catch your breath

‘tired?’ your colleague asked you as she fanned her face, trying to stall the melting of her makeup

‘definitely, work never stops,’ you replied with a chuckle

you wondered why she was pulling a weird face and gesturing to ‘turn around’

when you did, you nearly smacked into a girl who bore a black mask

• your co-worker stepped out of the pantry, closing the thick purple curtain behind her

‘how can I he-‘

it all happened in one fluid motion

the girl’s hand curled around your throat, your body slammed into the cabinet-lined walls, a gust of breath leaving your lungs

‘who sent you to keep watching us?’ she snarled, ripping away her black mask

‘I-I...’ well, what on earth were you going to say? she wouldn’t believe me anyway

‘don’t test my patience. I won’t spare a second in stopping your air supply.’ There was a furious glint in her eyes, but you had seen this look before

it was the look Daniel gave you when he broke up with you

it wasn’t out of pure aggression or force, she just wanted to protect her friends

he just wanted to protect you

maybe himself too

a bit too late to understand now....

oxygen was rapidly dwindling in your bloodstream and your head began to throb

the sound of metal scraping metal and the curtain being pulled open called you back to consciousness

‘sohye! want the hell are you doing?’

Seongwoo?

he yanked the girl - supposedly

Sohye - off you, allowing you to heave deep breath

Seongwoo restrained her from you, ignoring her attempts to break free. ‘Calm down! It’s them. They...they’re Daniel’s ex.’

she froze in her spot, like a deer caught in the headlights

wow who knew being Daniel’s ex was such a big deal

who knew it would get me killed?

‘I-I t-thought NCT sent them. We have no clue who to trust nowadays; NCT has spies everywhere!’ Sohye hissed in a hushed tone

Seongwoo nodded understandingly, his eyes darting around to ensure the three of you weren’t being watched

he turned to face you

‘I need you to come with us.’

your brows knitted together, puzzled, not quite making sense of what he was trying to tell you

I’m not a Royal? I haven’t seen one in 4 years

‘This plane is headed to Dubai right now. There, a jet is waiting to take us to London,’ Sohye explained

clog wheels began churning rapidly in your head, trying to understand what they were saying

‘We’re going to see Daniel.’

blood coursing through your veins froze, your eyes went round like hard candy, everything around you seemed to stand still

Kang Daniel, it’s been more than four years since I’ve seen you

I never imagined that our first meeting would be like this

‘how the hell do you expect me to get out of my job?’ you retorted to the four gang members. ‘I’m due the next flight back to Seoul.’

Chungha let out a chuckle. ‘We’ve got connections. I bet someone is already filling your spot.’

The Royals were powerful enough to let your strict boss let you off so easily

ridiculous

you took a glance at your small overnight luggage and back at the Royalty

deep breaths

think about it...it’s now or never

‘okay, let’s go.’

Seongwoo grinned, he grabbed the handle of your luggage. ‘Woojin is waiting in the jet for us.’

...hmm...don’t think my chances of escape were high anyway

Kang Daniel is one rich prick

I love him

you just like his private jet

who wouldn’t fall in love with the jet that had polished wood floors, plush calf leather seats and a seemingly unlimited supply of food and beverages

there were even private bedrooms for night flights

luxurious

Jaehwan heaved a deep sigh of relief when the plane wheels left the tarmac runway

he looked like he was just pale of fainting

‘NCT was watching us. I could feel their eyes on me. Those young kids Jisung and Chenle are unbelievably sneaky.’

• is anyone else shook by how drastically nct dream has changed bc me

‘wait, NCT was around this whole time?’ you asked, chewing the inside of your lips nervously

‘yeah, they’ve gotten wind of you and more information. Some weird idea of Taeyong’s decided that you were a threat and needed to be eliminated too,’ Chungha spoke up

‘our mission was to take you to HQ in London, where there are fewer NCT associates. Somi sent us.’

‘Daniel doesn’t know......’

wonderful, I’m going to give him the surprise of a lifetime

‘And I had no idea what you looked like until today, sorry I tried to kill you just now.’ Sohye apologised, smiling sheepishly

you wondered if it was a common saying among The Royals

‘how’s Daniel?’ you blurted out, unable to keep your curiosity at bay. A warm blush suffused into your cheeks

the four members snickered with knowing smirks on their faces

‘He’ll be pleasantly surprised to see you in person. I’m sick of him staring at polaroids in his wallet all day.’

it was safe to say that made your blush redder than a tomato and butterflies erupt in your stomach

uh those butterflies morphed into blood sucking leeches by the time you found yourself packed away into a limousine and on the way to The Royals London HQ

why London? did they expand so wide internationally?

you just had too many questions

Daniel...Daniel...Daniel...Daniel was the keyword that chanted in your brain

the HQ was a very low-key building, unlike the lavish apartment complex in Korea

till smack in the middle of the busiest centre of the city

it seemed like a classic office building, just extremely well-guarded

you figured there weren’t many Royals wandering around London

‘c’mon, this way,’ Jaehwan whispered, leading the whole gang - now inclusive of Woojin, the pilot - through an entrance, easily passing by security. ‘Daniel isn’t around-‘

‘well, well,’ a voice called out

h i m

i miss him

i miss that voice so much, but I never thought anxiety would arise when he called out to us

‘h-hyung...’

Daniel’s steely eyes bore into yours, his gaze had changed, his overall appearance had gone through a massive transformation

though, you swear those liquid brown orbs softened when he recognised who you were

‘you brought them here? who is responsible for this?’ Daniel growled out through clenched teeth

before anyone could open their mouth to respond, you voiced out, ‘It was me.’

everyone’s eyes were on you, revealing their true shock

‘I-I contacted Seongwoo after many years of searching...and then I begged him to intercept my Dubai flight to take me here because...because I knew you would be here,’ you fibbed, hoping it was believable at least for a second

you answered all his unspoken questions. ‘I missed you, Daniel. Is that such a crime?’

a huff came from his devilish lips, he gestured for you to follow him as the others retreated

Daniel lead you into a study on the far side of the building, the pristine floor-length glass windows offered a fantastic view of the city below

his expensive taste was evident from the fabulous art pieces that decorated the walls, the sparkling dark mahogany furniture and a knitted couch

suddenly, you felt Daniel’s arms snake around your waist, his soft lips came onto yours, deepening the kiss with urgency

‘I’ve been wanting to do that for forever,’ he muttered against your lips after pulling away to catch his breath

he continued before you could say a word. ‘I was absolutely furious when I heard about Somi’s mission. All I wanted was to keep you safe, but here I was doing the exact opposite.’

huh? not a single NCT member could come to your mind just pondering about it?

Daniel shot you an unamused yet worried look

‘did you really think Lucas was a nice guy from church? he’s the biggest sinner I’ve ever encountered.’ The surety in Daniel’s voice was alarming

‘...which is why you’re here now...and I kissed you...’

you want to yell at him, shred his expensive paintings and throw marble statues at him

but you can’t

‘you were a real bastard for leaving me four years ago,’ you spit, meaning every single word. ‘Don’t think I’m going to waltz right into your arms again.’

not that you want to hurt him, you just want him to realise what he’s done wrong

okay yeah maybe you do want Daniel to regret leaving you in the dust

‘I know. I’m sorry I was a such a coward, I was wrong.’

the very tips of his ears begin to go red as he takes a step away from you, backing straight into his desk

only two picture frames sit on the tabletop, one of them of his elite unit and the other frame held a picture of him and you

if NCT broke in, they would get every single bit of information without trying too hard

I suppose that’s why there are guards patrolling EVERYWHERE

Daniel’s shock towards your next words was clearly written all over him

ah yes he knocked over his laptop

‘it’s okay, I understand. I would’ve done the same if I was in that position. That doesn’t excuse the fact I’m still hurt and upset over that incident but we grow up and mature, I think we don’t have to be petty about it.’

internally, a conflict was stirring but being the mature person you are, you were willing to get Daniel back as a friend

hopefully, you won’t be s w o o n i n g into his hold after 2 seconds

Daniel perked up immediately, his eyes glazed over dreamily. ‘Serious?’

‘woah lover boy, I’m not going to be kissing your lips again!’ you hurl with a playful - almost flirty - chuckle. ‘I’m saying we can be friends.’

we all know what happens from here onwards

‘reeeeaaallllyyyy?’ Daniel drawls out, flashing an enchanting smile. He sweeps you off your feet, planting you on the desk

your heart begins to pound as he leans in, lips barely brushing your earlobes

‘you’re so certain about that, aren’t you?’

face is pink

Daniel is too cheesy

avoiding his alluring moves is hard work but you still try your best

‘yes, of course, I am.’

he pouts sulkily like the young teenager you recall him to be

‘fine then. want to grab dinner together?’

the offer is extremely tempting but you know you’ll fall in DEEP

‘daniel...I really shouldn’t’

‘what? two friends can’t eat dinner together? that’s a tad bit unfair, don’t you think?’ Daniel points out, furrowing his brow. His eyes say he’s won it all

how bad could this be?

very

how long am I going to live for?

better, how long will Daniel stay with me?

‘okay then,’ you agree, seemingly nonchalant while your heartbeat speeds up. ‘Pick a place and tell me the dress code. After, we have to talk about this whole NCT thing.’

he nods too excitedly, unable to contain his enthusiasm

anticipation

the WANT to go on a date with Daniel again arises after years of suppression

a fresh start

saving the story from the very end is the best beginning

perhaps, Daniel was still the guy who held that special place in your heart

even though he messed up a few years back, nothing could be worse than living unforgiven

too merciful to leave him in misery

I won’t live regretting my actions anymore

I just hope that...Daniel was lying when he said he didn’t love me

if not I’m calling Somi and we’re getting out of here lol

I’ve a l w a y s loved them, I should never have pushed them away

‘just wait and see, being in love gets you places.’

#wanna one #produce 101 #wanna one scenarios #produce 101 scenarios #kang daniel

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deepdickdaniel · 6 years

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Bae Jinyoung | Oblivious

prompt: you take too long to notice that jinyoung likes you so he takes matters into his own hands.

note: this was requested by a lovely anon and it’s dedicated to my baby love, @whatabrightplace/@tinaneggo! she’s indecisive a baejin stan so everything i write for him from here on out will be dedicated to her LMAO.

you met bae jinyoung when you were in first grade and tbh, you didn’t think much of him then

he was just the quiet boy who had weird and wacky bursts of energy when prompted by his friends

you were as friendly as first graders could get with each other, but you weren’t so attached

you guys were pretty okay friends and when you moved away two years later, you were fine

the years went on and you entered high school, only to see a familiar face that first day

you weren’t sure if it was him at first because he grew up to be a lot more attractive than you had imagined - he had you squinting and everything

but then you heard his name during attendance and you knew you had to go up to him

he was talking to a friend that you assumed he went to middle school with when you approached his desk after classes

“bae jinyoung! the boy whose face has always been the size of my thumb! i’m glad it’s grown to be the size of my fist now”

at first he was shook™ because who was this random stranger attacking him - but then he recognized you and gasped

he exclaimed your name in question and when you gave him a nod of affirmation, he smiled, lifting his hand for a high five

baejin was definitely still the shy boy you met in first grade, but there was still the crazy weirdo part of him that you were friends with that came out when he was around you and other people that he was comfortable with

lunchtime was a blast because you’d make funny faces with your food and he’d clap and cheer for you

“oh, yes good!!!”

you guys had mutual friends, too, but somehow they never fully got you guys like how the two of you understood each other

it only took about a full year of school for baejin to realize that he had feelings for you

you had just finished finals and he wasn’t that happy with the grades he received

you were being dumb as per usual but the second you realized he was sad, your entire mood changed to comfort him

you made a few jokes, but you knew when to be serious and how to cheer him up

that’s when he realized that he couldn’t see himself with anyone who wasn’t you

suddenly, everything you did had his heart beating 100mph and every compliment you gave him made him fall even harder

you heard him singing one day and you told him how much he’s improved since he first sang in front of you? he’s one foot deeper in love

he thought he would have time to collect his feelings and think of how to confess to you, but you showed signs of wanting to date during your second year of high school

“jin, jin, jin! watch me flirt! this is how i’m finally going to get a boyfriend”

a part of baejin’s heart clenched at the thought of you dating a different guy, but he chuckled anyway and insisted you show him

you started by spouting off corny pickup lines

“hey, are you siracha??? cause you spice up my life”

then you proceeded to wink and shoot off finger guns to act cool

jinyoung couldn’t even be sad anymore, he just had a shook look on his face for a second and laughed his ass off

“please never flirt with anyone like that again….please, for the sake of saving humanity”

you pouted, but you didn’t understand his underlying meaning - he was trying so hard to get you to notice his feelings for you but you were just SO OBLIVIOUS

since that day on, he realized that he had to start trying because you were a lot denser than he hoped and you would eventually find a guy you liked and who liked you and then he’d be miserable and sad and stuck doing weird faces at lunch at his other friends who wouldn’t understand him and you’d be gone forever

he couldn’t have that

so he started to compliment you genuinely

“you know why i didn’t recognize you that first day of class as quickly as you recognized me?”

you glared at him for reminding you, “thanks a lot for that”

“it’s because you got a lot cuter than i imagined you would be”

“are you calling my baby self UGLY”

= failure #1

jinyoung then tried to carry your stuff around from class to class

“jin, you know i’m strong enough for this right...”

“yeah, i just wanted to show you that i’m always here to support you, physically, mentally, emotionally - whatever you need from me, you’ve got it”

he glared at jihoon gagging and daehwi giving him a thumbs up at the end of the hallway while you were trying to figure out what he meant

“ah, of course! you needed me to buy lunch for you, huh?”

“what, no—”

= failure #2

at that point, he was getting so desperate that he even asked minhyun for help

“are you kidding me jinyoung, i’ve never even touched a girl!”

“but people fawn over you all the time, tell me your secret!”

minhyun gave him a sympathetic look and pat baejin’s head, “go ask ong instead”

so baejin risked his life to ask ong over lunch for flirting tips

“hey....hyung.......how are you? you look so handsome today!”

ong stopped sipping his tea to squint at jinyoung, “what do YOU want?”

“you’re really good at flirting with people and making it known that you like them....do you have any secrets you’re willing to share with your favorite younger brother figure?”

“i’m not too TIRED for you? i have been awake all day after all, and you know i have TERRIBLE STAMINA”

jinyoung coughed, laughing nervously, “hahAHAHA hyung, i ever tell you how funny you are? you’re my favorite comedian, you always make me laugh”

“sounds like another LIE”

“guys, guys, guys,” daniel interjected and turned to ong, “just hear what jinyoung has to say. if he’s coming to you, that’s already saying a lot”

“what’s that supposed to mean—”

“thank you hyung! that’s why you’re my favorite!” (a hiss from ong was heard) “anyways, i’ve been trying to confess to someone for about a year now, but trying subtly, you know? but it’s impossible when someone is just so CLUELESS”

ong cleared his throat and smirked, slamming a hand on the lunch table. when all the guys turned to look at him, he spoke, “this is what you do, young grasshopper”

he took daniel’s head and drew the latter in closer, the next time you fail at confessing subtly, you just bring them in for a SMOOCH”

“in front of my salad?!” jisung had screamed out, but jinyoung yelped and ran away from the table before he could be further scarred for life

the next day, baejin invited you over to watch some movies at his house and he made sure to play romantic comedies only

when the main couple of the first movie got together, he nudged your shoulder with his, making you look at him, “what is it?”

“that could be us but you playing”

“wait, what are we playing?”

jinyoung almost screamed, but he took a deep breath to calm himself

he took your face into his hands, bringing your mouth to meet his. and although his lips were trembling, you could feel his determination to kiss you and make an impact

you were really surprised at first and wondered what overcame him, but you kissed back nevertheless, enjoying the feel of his lips on yours

he pulled back after a few seconds in nervousness and started to speak, but you were the one to grab his face this time and drew him back for more. his eyes widened in shock, but it only took a few moments for him to drown in you

after a few minutes, the two of you finally pulled apart, and you laughed at how dazed he looked

he was staring into space when you cleared your throat, “sooooo, mind telling me what the was all about?”

“uh, so i’ve liked you since last year but you never noticed...”

“oh, i definitely noticed”

“you were just so oblivious—...wait, what?”

“one time i asked ong for advice on how to respond to your attempts to flirt with me, but he told me something about pretending not to notice...? i don’t know why, but he made me promise to do that and said it would all be worth it in the end...and it was!” you smiled sweetly at him, taking his hand into yours

baejin was just staring at the ground in shock as you hummed and continued to sway your interlocked hands

“i am a fool...”

“what happened?”

“he got his revenge and i didn’t even stand a chance”

and somewhere in the world, ong seongwu was laughing evilly to himself

#bae jinyoung #wanna one #bae jinyoung scenarios #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #bae jinyoung imagines #jinyoung #baejin scenarios #baejin imagines #baejin #jinyoung imagines #jinyoung scenarios #everyong

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samoyeddaniel-blog · 6 years

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Rescue | Kang Daniel - Soulmate Series

sequel to Target

genre: angst & fluff

member: Kang Daniel (ft. Yoon Jisung)

requested: yes

a/n: thank you so much for loving Target and requesting for the second part! Tbh, I’m not sure about this one, because it feels kind of rushed >.< But I hope you like it anyway! Feel free to request!

summary: you couldn't stop worrying about Daniel and decided to do whatever it took to save him.

soulmate au: countdown timer - a clock suddenly appears on your wrist, telling you how long you have until you meet your soulmate.

Target | Rescue

It was extremely painful for you to spend each day worrying about Daniel, wondering whether he survived the day. You thought you were going crazy. Everytime you caught sight of the counter - which was now 0 - on your wrist, you were always reminded of him. You couldn't concentrate in everything you did and you always found yourself staring at nothingness, reminiscing the fateful day when you met him for the first time. Then you ended up crying all over again as you remembered the part where you left him, alone against whatever criminal gang he's involved with.

You questioned the same thing everyday, asking yourself whether he hid himself safely or whether he treated his wound properly. You missed him so badly that you often saw him in your dreams. Sometimes, they were sweet dreams where he came to meet you. Some other times, they were nightmares where you saw him being shot and you found yourself crying when you woke up. You missed him so badly that every thought about him slowly drove you insane.

Because you couldn't bring yourself to leave Seoul, you opted to stay in the city, trying to find Daniel instead of running away to save yourself. You'd been dying to ask your father about his involvement with the shady organization, but if you mentioned that they had hired someone to kill you, he might sent you to another country immediately. And obviously, that's not what you wanted.

So you chose to consult this with your police detective best friend instead.

"Jisung, can you find someone for me?" you asked, waltzing into the police HQ where your friend worked like you did most of the times - the other police officers tried to stop you at first but they gave up eventually.

"I'm busy, Y/N. Can't you see these stacks of documents?" Jisung tapped the piling up files on his desk in irritation.

You drew a long breath. "Will you listen to me if I tell you that a criminal organization hired a hitman to kill me because of a reason that has something to do with my father? And this someone that I'm trying to find is the said hitman?"

Jisung stopped doing what he's doing in a split second, eyes wide in disbelief. "What the-? What did you say this hitman's name was again?"

"I didn't. But, it's Kang Daniel."

You spent the rest of your day in the police HQ, helping Jisung to search for any information about Kang Daniel and this criminal organization in the archive. And the two of you found something about him. Kang Daniel was the name of a boy that was reported missing seven years ago. And when you looked at the photo, it's indeed the same Daniel you knew, but younger.

"I'll take it from here." Jisung put a hand on your shoulder to reassure you, but he continued when you didn't look the slightest bit convinced, "Don't worry. I promise I'll keep a low profile. No one will know besides me and a few guys I trust." Then Jisung guessed, "By the way, this Daniel is your soulmate, right? You keep glancing at your wrist, although it's already 0."

Knowing that it's fine to tell him everything, you told them what happened that night when you met Daniel for the first time. Jisung was listening to you intently as he took notes, asking you to explain the whole situation as detail as possible.

"We'll save your soulmate. I promise," Jisung said and insisted that you should go home and let him work in peace.

What Jisung meant by letting him work in peace was completely forbiding you to step inside the police HQ. The police officers who usually ignored you now approached you before you could even get near the entrance. Jisung clearly didn't want to involve you in this investigation, so you decided to trust him and gave up on trying to get inside the HQ.

However, days went by and you heard nothing from Jisung, causing to become more anxious. You tried to call him, but his phone was always turned off, so you got worried, afraid that something bad happened to him.

Then one day, you got a text from Jisung. You could feel your heart stop beating completely as you read his message.

We found them.

***

You, Jisung, and two other police detectives who secretly worked on this case with him headed to the abandoned building, which was allegedly the HQ of the criminal organization. He didn't let you go with him at first, but you kept nagging him until he finally gave in.

Jisung commanded when you arrived, "Stay in the car."

But of course, you wouldn't want to just do nothing when your friend and your soulmate were in danger. You ignored Jisung's command and immediately followed him out of the car, much to his disbelief.

"What the heck, Y/N? I just told you to stay in the damn car!" Jisung furiously said.

You didn't have enough time to answer, because right at that moment you were ambushed. The members of the gang surrounded you in an instant, as if they had been waiting for you to come. You were greatly outnumbered, but still, Jisung and his friends tried hard to fight them and protect you at the same time.

However, it was impossible to do that. While they were keeping your friends busy, one of them charged towards you when you were unguarded. You couldn't even yell to notice them because you're too taken aback.

Suddenly, you were struck with a strong sensation of dejavu as you saw someone rush to stand between you and your attacker, easily beating him. Just when your savior turned back to face you, tears streamed down your face when you recognized the face you missed so much you thought you might have gone insane.

"Daniel," you managed, not believing your own eyes.

Daniel's eyes softened as he caressed your cheeks to wipe your tears. From his touch, you could tell that he was feeling the same thing as you. "What are you doing here? You should've left the country."

You shook your head hard. "I can't leave you here to die. I can't... I can't..."

You burst out crying. The thoughts of Daniel dying kept hunting you for the last few weeks. You started to get frightened of night time, because you began having more nightmares than sweet dreams the more worried you were.

"Sshh..." Daniel calmed you down, pulling you into his embrace. "I'm here now, Y/N. Everything will be alright."

Enveloped by Daniel's big body, you were finally relaxed. The warmth you felt when you were in his arms was the feeling you liked the most. You felt safe, you felt content, and you felt complete.

You melted into Daniel's embrace, basking in his warmth, when you looked over his shoulder just in time to find someone pointing a gun at your soulmate. You saw Jisung dashing towards the man, but he's a second too late. The trigger was already pulled and the gun was shot, the bullet burying itself in Daniel's back. You screamed in horror when you saw his blood trickling down his back and staining your hand.

"Daniel!" you shrieked as Daniel lost his strength and collapsed on the ground. You could barely stop him from falling down because his weight was too much for you, so you dropped to your knees and held him in your arms.

Fortunately, at that point, police reinforcements arrived and successfully seized the gang members outside the abandoned building. Jisung briefly explained to them about their hideout for them to plan an ambush and walked over to you, his face worried.

"Jisung, call the ambulance! Quick!" you shouted in panic while sobbing uncontrollably. Jisung sensed the urgency in your voice and swiftly took out his phone.

You cradled Daniel against your chest, hugging him so tight as if you never wanted to let him go ever again.

"I'm so happy I can see you again one last time," Daniel said in a voice so low it waa barely audible. His hand was trying to reach your face, but he had no strength left so you had to hold his hand and bring it towards your cheek.

"No, no! Don't say that!" You cried even harder and hugged him even tighter.

Daniel gave you a weak smile. "I love you, Y/N."

With that, Daniel lost his consciousness.

***

Fortunately, Daniel's gunshot wound wasn't that lethal, since the bullet didn't injure any vital organs. Even so, you're still worried sick. You insisted to stay by his side all the time until he regained his consciousness; you wanted to be the first one he saw when he woke up. Jisung knew better than to make you change your mind, so he left first and dealt with the crime organization.

So that night, you fell asleep at the chair next to the hospital bed, your head resting on the edge of the bed near his hand. The day felt so exhausting to you since you had to witness the brutal fight and Daniel getting shot. It was like watching your nightmares came true, so you felt horrible.

The next morning, you woke up when you felt someone touching your hair. You looked up to see Daniel smiling at you as he stroked your hair.

"Good morning, beautiful," Daniel said gently. "Did I wake you up?"

You almost screamed out of happiness if you didn't remember that you were currently at a hospital. You leaned closer to him and said, "I'm so glad that you're okay."

"I told you that everything will be alright." Daniel moved his body to one side of the bed, wincing in pain as he did that, and tapped the empty side next to him, gesturing you to climb on the bed with him. And you did what he asked.

You two were cuddling on the hospital bed as Daniel told you his story. He was kidnapped seven years ago by this organization and he'd been harshly trained to be an assassin since then. The organization's business was to create competent hitmen for people to hire. He was basically a prisoner there. Since they needed money to fund their training facility, they made deals with CEOs of big companies by killing people for them.

However, your father didn't accept the deal and they decided to kill you to frighten him, showing that they had the power to do that. And Daniel was assigned to kill you.

"I heard from your policeman friend, Jisung, that all of the gang members have been captured and all the prisoners have been released. And that you're the one asking him for help." Daniel kissed your forehead. "Thank you for rescuing me."

You snuggled up to his warm body. "I'll do anything for my soulmate. What are you going to do after this? You're not going to jail, right?"

Daniel chuckled. "No. Jisung said all the victims are pardoned of our crime, because they forced us to do it. And he offered me to join the police force. He said they could use a combat specialist as an addition to their team. Should I join them?"

"Why are you asking me? It's your choice," you said, playing with his hair as you looked at him in the eye.

Daniel raised a brow. "I want to know your opinion. What do you think of a police detective boyfriend?"

You cringed. "Do you call that a confession?"

Looking at you in amusement, Daniel smiled. "Of course not."

"Then yes, I'd love to have a police detective boyfriend." You grinned widely.

Daniel looked excited and elated as he squeezed you tightly for a second. "Let's start with a proper date, without injuries and fights and dead people, right after I'm discharged from the hospital. How does that sound?"

"Awesome." You lifted his wrist and brought it closer to yours, smiling at the counter on both of your wrists that showed 0. "I'm glad that you're my soulmate."

"Me too." Daniel leaned his head towards you and kissed your lips.

a/n: sorry, I know this sucks, and it took me a long time to write this because I’m really not satisfied. Hope you still enjoy it!

#wanna one #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #wanna one fluff #wanna one angst #kang daniel #kang daniel scenarios #kang daniel imagines #kang daniel fluff #kang daniel angst

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7aiguanlin · 6 years

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17 + minhyun? ❤

minhyun + 17: “hey, hey. calm down they can’t hurt you anymore.”word count: 1,538 words.

( a / n ) : so listen,,, i hate the damsel in distress trope but i wanted to try a royalty!au for once so i twisted it a little,, i hope

“what do you mean the princess of armilla has been kidnapped?” minhyun asks in disbelief, standing as stiffly as the perfect crispness of his royal blue suit. “as in the second-in-command of the world’s top ranking army, princess of armilla has been kidnapped?” the prince stiffly takes a seat across his father, taking the envelope stamped with the seal of a crimson lion that the king hands him.

perhaps the whole world had heard of the princess’ conquests alongside the commander of the military, ong seongwoo. even despite growing up in a more diplomatic family, minhyun’s younger brother, jinyoung, was learning war tactics through the eyes of seongwoo and the princess. they were a formidable team, and no one wanted to get on armilla’s bad side, yet no one seemed to be on the kingdom’s good side.

so to hear that the princess and second-in-command of armilla’s army had been kidnapped and disappeared in the midst of the night without a trace was shocking news. perhaps that was the reason that the news came not through the blaring alert of the newscasters, but in a sealed envelope to a select few kingdoms. estelia, a neutral but strong country, was one of them.

“and i expect you and your most trusted men to join the hunt to find her and deliver her safely to armilla.”

“we leave at dawn, be ready for journey by then,” minhyun orders his few trusted men, before moving to prepare himself. his royal blue robes swish as he turns sharply, disappearing once more behind the closed doors of the palace.

“minhyun, armilla states that they believe it is zora behind the attack on the princess. the two countries have been at war for a year now, and zora has faced heavy losses as of late,” daniel says, falling into stride with the prince’s brisk walk.

“zora doesn’t resort to such dirty tactics,” minhyun replies as he enters his room. he doesn’t say out loud that armilla, with the exception of perhaps the princess and seongwoo, seem to be dimwits to even give a thought of the day to zora. “valdrada would be the only kingdom brave enough to send men on such a task to invade a fortress and kidnap the princess.”

daniel stops at the door of the prince’s room, not daring to enter until minhyun rolls his eyes and waves his best friend in. “valdrada has the smarts to do it too… they even did it as armilla gained the upper-hand on zora’s territory.”

“but zora–”

“we venture towards valdrada at dawn. i’m sure that there has been a hunt in zora by multiple kingdoms for nearly a week and that it’s gotten absolutely no where as there’s still no confirmed safety of the princess. so hurry up and get ready, daniel.”

daniel leaves and shuts the door behind him, and minhyun runs his fingers through his hair, opening the armory of weapons tucked into his large walk-in closet. he swallows thickly as he prepares for the journey to find the princess.

it’s been a long day of a fruitless journey when minhyun finally orders his tired men to settle in a small green awning. he takes the first watch, allowing his men to rest for an hour as he drew out strategies on paper.

amongst his mumblings to himself, daniel stirs and jisung snores, but a consistent ruffle and crunch of the leaves is what diverts his attention from his planning. the noise carries through the night winds from the north consistently, and minhyun eventually stands to investigate.

his hand moves towards the hilt of his sword as he approaches the source of the noise, eyes sharp as he slowly moves away from his sleeping men. “reveal yourself,” he states firmly, voice unwavering.

“i seek no conflict, only to pass by.” minhyun’s eyes widen at the feminine voice, though as necessitated by precaution, continues safely.

“as you have stepped onto our campgrounds, it is only fair for you to reveal yourself so that i may ensure your well intentions,” minhyun asserts cautiously, although taking his hand off his sword.

“let me go and you will be assured, but beckon me out and i can no longer ensure my previous statement,” the female says. minhyun refuses to waver, only repeating himself.

so the female emerges, and minhyun finds the tip of a knife fractions of a millimeter away from puncturing his jugular. he barely moves as he takes in the sight before him– the princess carries nothing but herself and a knife, it seems, donning a bloody and tattered night gown. her right hand– her dominant hand– lingers uselessly behind her back.

“i was sent by your father. many kingdoms have been sent to search for you–”

“you’re joking. me? be saved by a pretty boy like you? i thought father knew better than to send subpar armies for me,” she scowls, knife digging dangerously close to wounding him.

“i carry your father’s sealed letter. you’ve been gone for days, princess. it’s only natural your father worries.” minhyun begins to reach for the breast pocket of his simple polo shirt, pulling out a letter sealed by the familiar crimson lion seal.

“it’s also been days since i escaped, you dimwits.” it’s funny, minhyun thinks, that just a day ago he had called armilla’s king a dimwit for considering zora as an enemy as the princess now called him and the rest of the world dimwits for even searching for her. “i don’t need no saving from the likes of anyone.”

nonetheless, she drops her hand to her side, releasing minhyun from knifepoint before shoving the letter back at him. “so if you’ll excuse me, prince minhyun of estelia, as i said, i seek no conflict but to pass.”

“you expect to get anywhere with a broken arm, no food, and no horse?” minhyun arches an eyebrow, growing almost irritated with the princess’ attitude. he supposes the pride is none but expected from someone of her esteem, but it takes him aback as he recalls the many princess that have come to fawn over him and gone just as quickly with each banquet and set-up.

“i’ve traveled four days. i can travel another.”

“and you can return home within two days with guaranteed safety and supplies if you choose to travel with us.”

five minutes later, the princess finds herself limping after minhyun towards his men’s campsite.

she insists on minhyun going to sleep as she can take the second watch, claiming that she couldn’t sleep anyway with the searing pain in her bones, but minhyun is stubborn and forces her into his tent so she remains there alone as minhyun goes to map a path towards armilla and boil some tea to put her and her aching bones to sleep.

he leaves her with herbs and remedies for her wounds in the meantime, but she doesn’t touch them. she lays down on her back instead, basking in the silence and in the safety she’s found, even if she had been forced into it.

“princess.”

she jolts up at the sound of minhyun’s voice, but he doesn’t come in.

“i’ll leave your tea outside.”

and then he returns to the light of the campfire.

the next time she wakes up, the shallow cuts on her cheek are oily with some sort of ointment, and her arm is wrapped in a leaf that she cannot quite name. it seems that minhyun did not dare go anywhere that her night gown covered.

yet despite the safety, her breaths come out loudly, her chest is tight, and her thoughts are clouded with her previous dream recounting her memories of how she acquired the latest wounds on her back. she curses that this has to happen now of all nights, because even though it has become a regular occurrence through the trauma of brutal war, she still never knows how to deal with it. it’s become to routine to let the sobs pass by and drown into the night upon every attack that she suffered.

yet now it was happening, not alone in the comforts of her room, but in the presence of at least half a dozen soldiers and a prince whom she had insulted just an hour ago.

as her chest only tightens further and as her breathing comes out faster, she stumbles out of the tent because it’s too constricted, too much. minhyun is immediately alert at the sudden sound, and as he sees the princess curled into a ball just outside the tent, looking uncharacteristically fragile.

he doesn’t know what to do as he mindlessly approaches her, but he reaches out his hand and places it on her shoulder, uttering carefully chosen words. “hey, hey. calm down. they can’t hurt you anymore.”

in a flurry of emotions, she doesn’t hesitate to grasp at the fabric of the t-shirt, erupting into sobs.

tonight is temporary and so is her safety, she thinks, and she will most likely return to being the princess tomorrow and in two days, the second-in-command of armilla. her life will be in danger again, but tonight, she allows herself to cry, and she does so in the arms of minhyun.

send me an idol (wanna one or stray kids) + a number!

( a / n ) : i have been awake for 18 hours on 5 hours of sleep and a lot of expended energy so i know that i will read this tomorrow and i will cringe at how bad it is. aus are not my fortés

#wanna one #nu'est #minhyun #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #nu'eset scenarios #nu'est imagines #minhyun scenarios #minhyun imagines #xue writes

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the-redamancist · 6 years

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in the next life (ong seongwoo ft. hwang minhyun)

genre: angst

word count: 1.7k

note: a soulmate au in which your soulmate's last words to you are the ones that appear on your skin; not their first

warning: includes death by car accident

in a world where it was near impossible for one to find their soulmate before death, many chose to fall in love freely instead

such a case was for you, an aspiring college student who did not have much interest in dating for most of your life

until you met hwang minhyun

your meeting was cliche, with him accidentally spilling coffee onto your dress in the campus cafe, which led to the two of you exchanging numbers so he could treat you to food in place of an apology

but that was last year, and as one thing led to another, you and minhyun started dating a few months ago, completely smitten with each other

minhyun was a near-perfect boyfriend, from texting you constantly to stay hydrated to bringing you snacks whenever you had to study late into the night

he was a great listener, and knew exactly how to calm you down whenever you were too stressed

the two of you matched so perfectly that for a while, you believed that minhyun was your actual soulmate, and could not have been happier

your first meeting with ong seongwoo came naturally, with you easily agreeing when your boyfriend suggested that you meet his close group of friends

the first time you made eye contact with the boy was strange, to say the least

as soon as you sat down in the restaurant booth next to minhyun, you felt an almost non-existent pull that dragged your attention to seongwoo, who was inconveniently seated opposite you

as your boyfriend introduced you to his friends, you found that instead of concentrating on his voice, your eyes would constantly fall upon the person across from you

it was obvious that ong seongwoo felt the same tug that you were experiencing, seeing that whenever you looked his way, his eyes were already on you, eyes shining in what appeared to be curiosity

minhyun’s hand on your arm broke you out of your thoughts, however, as he quietly asked whether you were okay or not

from that point on, you made a conscious effort to not look in seongwoo’s direction, choosing instead to make small talk with lee daehwi, a young boy sitting on the other side of you

the hour that you spent with minhyun and his friends made you almost uncomfortable, as you could still feel a certain pair of eyes on you throughout the whole ordeal

to be honest, you knew that won’t be the only time you would meet ong seongwoo, but nothing would have prepared you for the sheer amount of times that you caught sight of him throughout campus

a few weeks gave you enough time to learn that not only did he share a number of classes with you, but he also frequented the same cafe as you, and often sat in the same area as you in the library

and whenever he was in the same environment as you, you could feel the same pair of burning eyes on your face

the whole situation would have seemed disturbing if it weren’t for the burning curiosity in your stomach, a desire to learn more about the boy, an eagerness to uncover the hidden personality he seemingly hid behind those inquisitive eyes

however, as you were almost sure that minhyun was your soulmate, you did not chalk up your interest towards seongwoo as a predetermined connection, and simply dismissed it as a meaningless crush

which led to you purposefully changing your daily schedule so as to avoid coming into contact with him as much as possible

in the classes that you share with him, you always made sure to sit in a spot so that he couldn’t see your face

you also started buying coffee from a different shop, and instead of going to the library to study, you chose to stay in your shared apartment with minhyun

this plan worked quite well at first

minhyun, being the observant person he is, seemed to notice the way you would quickly change the topic whenever seongwoo was brought up in your conversation, and therefore stopped mentioning the boy to you altogether

so for a few weeks, your life was completely void of anything relating to ong seongwoo, all thoughts you had about him drowned out by your work

you also made sure to spend more time with minhyun, and, despite noticing an unexplainable hole at the back of your mind, convinced yourself that you were still very happy with your boyfriend

everything seemed to be going well for you

until one day

you were walking out of your afternoon class, looking forward to the date that minhyun had planned for the two of you in the evening, when a hand grabbed onto your arm, and pulled you into a secluded corner of the hallway

before you could let out a scream, however, another hand was clamped over your mouth, pushing your back firmly against the wall, and it didn’t leave your face until you were able to decipher the face of the man standing in front of you

ong seongwoo’s eyes were burning into yours again, but instead of the curiosity you saw on your first meeting, his gaze this time was filled with something akin to impatience and desperation

before you could ask him what the hell he is doing, however, he spoke first

‘why are you avoiding me?’

heart beating at a mile a minute, your voice stuttered as you replied,

‘i-i’m not’

he took a deep breath, obviously trying to control his outburst of emotions as he leaned forward to rest his hands on either side of your head, face a mere inches from yours

the way that your heart lurched uncomfortably at his next words were definitely not normal

‘you feel it too, don’t you?’

almost at a lost for words, you chose to respond by shaking your head, eyes defensive as you tried your best to hold his determined gaze

‘i don’t know w-what you’re talking about’

his voice seemed too confident for comfort as he spoke his next words

‘the connection, the first time we met. you feel it too, right?’

shaking your head again, your eyes widened as he leaned towards you even more, forcing you to press your head back against the wall, hoping that you could integrate yourself with the plaster in hopes of avoiding this conversation

‘we could be soulmates’

it was like a jar of bad memories was opened, and you responded with no hesitation

‘my soulmate is minhyun’

the sentence felt more like a reflex action more than anything, but you pushed that stray thought out of your mind as you tilted your chin up in defiance, eyes holding his

after staring back at him for what felt like hours, you watched as his orbs dimmed, hands trailing away from the wall to hang loosely at his sides

his voice was defeated as he nodded one last time, biting down onto his bottom lip so hard that he drew blood

‘i hope he makes you happy’

and with that, he was gone, shoulders hunched as he stalks down the now empty hallway

needless to say, you remained frozen in your spot against the wall for quite a while, the date with minhyun long forgotten

that was the last time you saw ong seongwoo, as he stopped attending your shared classes, and after questioning your classmates, you discovered that he had changed courses altogether, apparently choosing classes that were held on the other side of the campus

this news should have made you happy, but it didn’t

instead, there was a feeling of dread pooling slowly in your stomach, distracting you from your studies as you spent your classes staring out the window, lost in your thoughts

minhyun’s phone call came as a surprise, as he usually preferred not to distract you when you were studying

putting the phone up to your ear, you were taken aback by the desperate tone that your boyfriend’s voice held, speaking too fast for you to catch up

however, all time seemed to stop as you managed to catch the words ‘seongwoo’ and ‘car crash’ amongst the mess of sentences, your brain frozen as it tried to absorb the unexpected information

hearing your boyfriend finally stop talking and ask you if you were okay, you forced your lips to move, shakily asking minhyun which hospital he was at

the journey to the local hospital was one of the most difficult trips you have taken, as your hands and feet were too jittery to control the car properly, going way above the speed limit as your thoughts only screamed seongwoo seongwoo seongwoo

upon arrival, you rushed towards the emergency room, pushing past the group that you recognised as minhyun’s other friends, coming face to face with the person that you vowed to never come into contact with again

seongwoo’s face was almost beyond recognition, blood dripping freely from the gash across his forehead to seep into the pristine bed covers, chest barely moving as the beeping of the cardiac monitor gradually slows

somehow, just somehow, the man in front of you opened his eyes by a fraction, gaze almost immediately trailing to your face

you lean forward automatically when you see his trembling lips, taking his barely moving hand into your own as you lower your ear against his mouth

‘please give me a chance in our next life’

his voice was surprisingly steady considering the condition his body was in, and almost on autopilot, you lean back, sprawling onto the cold tiles underneath, seongwoo’s hand still clutched in yours

as if planned, the cardiac monitor beeps one more time, followed by a single note, ringing throughout the room as the screen displays a single straight line

that night, no words were exchanged between you and minhyun as the two of you staggered back to your apartment, still processing the tragedy that had just occurred

a nagging voice at the back of your mind told you that your boyfriend knew something about you and seongwoo, but that was the least of your worries as you stepped into the bathroom, hoping that a shower would even calm your racing mind by the slightest

it wasn’t until half an hour later when you were drying your hair, that you discovered the thin line of writing, neatly printed on the skin beneath your rib cage

chills ran down your spine when you registered what the words read, and only then do you finally realise your grave mistake

‘please give me a chance in our next life’

#wanna one scenarios #ong seongwoo scenarios

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Wanna One Kang Daniel - Latte Art

✽ suggested by: anon

✽ featuring: kang daniel

✽ genre: fluff

✽ word count: 1,589 words

✽ summary: latte art was your specialty. with your steady hands and being in core arts, you couldn’t help to send a tiny message over to the guy you liked with it. your eyes widened as you heard these words over the counter, “so, who drew a heart in my latte?”

as everyone knew, the third year of high school always included taking on lots of leadership roles

some may be captains of their various sports teams, or even club presidents and class representatives

but after months of strenuous application worksheets and nerve-wrecking interviews, you managed to clinch a spot in the student council, as the student council treasurer

though it wasn’t as high of a position you had hoped, you still appreciated the position

yeah it was better than nothing

you then later found out your student council executive committee consisted of you, the treasurer, ong seongwoo, the secretary, kim jiwon, vice president, and kang daniel, the student council president

yall were like a band of brothers and sisters bahah

seongwoo was the joker, daniel usually stayed quiet, while jiwon was like the mom

but seongwoo really can bring out the life in daniel

something about him intimidates you, maybe it was the fact that he was the student council president, a higher position and of higher authority

even though you two were from the same classes, both of you never talked much, only during meetings and discussions

your relationship with him was just a bit more distant than the others

back in your home life, your family was of a lower socio-economic status, so you basically had to work as well, but as a part-timer

out of all the jobs you had to pursue, it had to be a server/cook in a cat café in your neighbourhood

you worked on tuesday, thursday and friday after school

so your schedule was quite packed

either way, you still pressed on and did what you had to do

one week, you were clocking in at 3pm after school

“hey, y/n!” juyeon cooed

you waved back in response

she was your middle school friend that unfortunately went to a different high school

but despite that, you two managed to stay as close friends

tying on your cat-apron and fitting on your cat ears in the employees room, you looked in your locker mirror

looking back at the reflection of yourself, you cringed

even after a year of working in the same establishment, you still cannot stand the fact that you were supposed to serve your customers in that getup

taking a slow deep breath, you walked back out to the kitchen to get ready for any orders

just as an order for a warm lava cake came up, the bell to the door jingled, signalling the presence of a customer

minding your own business, you placed the pre-made lava cake into the oven before winding up the temperature

“good afternoon sir! how long would you like to stay here for?” juyeon asked, with the same cheerful tone she always had

you really admired how natural she is at greeting customers and making them feel welcomed

she was the type of girl that really belonged here, a cute girl with a bubbly personality

“um, i would like to stay for 2 hours please,”

wait what?

that voice..

seems all too familiar

you peeked around the corner, only to see kang daniel, along with ong seongwoo, standing at the counter

ong was already peeking into the main café were all the cats were, meowing at them and some of our cats meowing back

at that exact moment, daniel made eye contact with you, the random eyes with cat ears peering around the corner

you ducked back behind the wall

your face immediately flushed red

your reputation is literally at stake here

what will happen if the whole school knew, the student council treasurer, one of the four highest student powers in the school, is working at some cutesy café?

but it was daniel and seongwoo, it’s not like they would spread the word right?

you gripped your heart as you sank down onto the floor of the kitchen

“hey y/n, is the lava cake done-”

ding!

you gathered yourself back together, smoothening out your waist apron

“yep, yep just about done,” you said, scurrying to the oven

“girl, are you okay? you look a little pale,” juyeon said, mixing up our signature pink and purple concoction to serve to the 2 new customers

“mhm,”

just about when you were finishing garnishing the plate of lava cake with flowers and a blob of vanilla ice cream, juyeon pushed the 2 mason jars filled with drinks beside you

“bring this out to the 2 boys over there for me, will you? they are lowkey cute tho, especially the blonde one,” she said as she nudged you, referring to daniel

before you could even respond, juyeon already glided off, tending to the next customer at the cashier

your heart skipped a beat

now i have to serve them? great, my dignity would be down the drain by the end of todays shift

picking up the lava cake first, you swiftly tried to avoid seongwoo and daniel’s eye contact as you tried to serve the customer who requested for that plate of dessert

when you walked past their table on the way back, you heard seongwoo say,

“theres no way in hell,”

you prayed to everything holy that he wasn’t referring to you

you picked up the 2 drinks that were located at the serving counter

while approaching them, you just prayed

please do not notice me, please do not notice me, please do not notice me

you just chanted your way there

standing in front of them, you placed the two drinks and coasters onto their table

their heads turned to you

you stopped your internal chanting

“here are your drinks-”

“YO Y/N”

oh i didn’t think WALKING UP TO THEM would work either, y/n

seongwoo exclaimed, wrapping his right arm around your shoulder

you groaned

“please let me live,” you said to seongwoo, before hitting the pair of cat ears on his head

while seongwoo started complaining, you could see daniel, in the corner of your eye, staring at you in awe

he was literally spEECHless at how cute you were

his ears turned a little red too

“sigh okay seongwoo, what would you two like today?”

“can you meow for us?” seongwoo teased, plastering a cheeky smile on his face

you just stared at him in unamusement, before directing your attention on daniel

“what would you like?” you asked with a smile, shooting a stern look at seongwoo

daniel was caught off guard and just stuttered

“um- i would like a, uhh, strawberry shortcake please,” he said, closing the menu and looking away

you recorded down his order diligently and asked the other fool what he wanted

after recording down their orders, you returned back to the kitchen to prepare them

on the way back, juyeon stopped you

“aren’t they cute?? y/n you need to agree with me on this one, they look like idols!!” bahahah

you giggled and nodded, returning to the back to get out their orders, decorating them

using your amazing artistry, you lined the plates with chocolate syrup, adding a little flower to daniels plate before placing the cakes strategically in the middle

once juyeon served them their orders you could hear seongwoo whine about not getting a flower, and daniel smiling really widely, his eyes creasing upwards into crescents

from the little glass window of your kitchen, you could feel your heart flutter as daniel takes a bite of your cake, smiling in delight

you felt your own cheeks burning crimson at any minor yet adorable action he makes

after that, daniel would return more often, usually after school, sometimes without seongwoo

he also matches up his arrivals to your work days

juyeon always makes you serve him, just to watch your trip on your words or turn pink at his small remarks

you would take note of his orders, usually a mini strawberry shortcake with a latte

on his sixth trip to the café, you decided to draw a really detailed heart on the top of the latte with his initials near the bottom

once the drink was served, by juyeon as you were busy with other orders, you took a sneak peek at daniel’s usual seat, which was in a corner

but he wasn’t there

you were quite curious, taking a step closer to the kitchen window to have a better look, making sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you

from a distance behind you, you heard daniel’s voice near the counter,

“so, who drew a heart in my latte?”

your heart stopped

“oh, it’s not me~” juyeon said, pointing to you, a girl with cat ears leaning way too close to the kitchen window

you slowly turned your head, to see daniel and juyeon both staring at you

you just smiled and waved

oh god im such an idiot

daniel waves back and returned to his seat

you literally wanted to slap yourself

you shook your head in shame and returned to cooking up the orders

as you turned to the kitchen window, where you would usually place orders, you saw a small pink post-it

you picked up, opening it

“hey y/n, you end your shift at 8 right? i’ll wait,”

-daniel

your heart swelled up

you took a peak at the kitchen window once again, to see daniel cheerfully playing with one of our tabby cats

you couldn’t believe that daniel, who you once thought had such a hard exterior, to have a soft spot for felines

you also didn’t know, that love could bloom in a corner cat café in a neighbourhood; like yours

✽ alrighty i have finally done a daniel scenario!

✽ of course it had to do with cats

✽ literally on the verge of stretching it to a 2part, i stopped myself well because its literally 1am on a school night

✽ suggestions box is open :)

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