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Reality Trip Zine Cover!
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Can you identify all the AUs?👀 Answers in image description! I am very honoured to have been chosen for the cover position. The @dpauzine Reality Trip team was awesome to work with and I loved seeing everyone’s work!
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The cover is a two page spread set in Clockwork’s lair, the Long Now. The colour palette is predominantly navy blue, teal, and green with limited yellow accents. The Long Now has a cobblestone floor with the stones radiating out from a central dais on the right side of the page that supports Clockwork’s main viewing portal. In the bottom left corner, half of a large gear protrudes through the floor. A swarm of semi-transparent, light green blob ghosts traverse in a gentle curve across the bottom of the left page. On the right page they are hidden behind clockwork but a few can be seen near the dais’ base.
In front of the viewing portal, Clockwork is reclined in an old-fashioned armchair with his back to the audience, his spectral tail lazily draped across the floor. Holding a TV remote in his outstretched right hand, he looks over his shoulder with a serene, or perhaps even mischievous, grin. His main viewing portal displays the zine title, “Reality Trip”. “A Danny Phantom Zine” appears on the back of his armchair.
Visible beyond Clockwork, and behind his viewer, is a wall of dark gears that vary in size. Behind the gears, small patches of green are visible evoking the ghost zone beyond. The gears take up a majority of the two page spread, arranged roughly in three rows. They are framed by dark blue, crumbling stone columns at the far left edge, slightly left of center, and the far right. The center of each gear displays a different Danny Phantom AU. The AU’s are as follows:
Top row, left to right:
Portal Danny. A stream of ghosts pour out of Danny's chest and mouth. His head is thrown back with solid green eyes. Blue Danny/Phantom starts to look like Dan. Facing right, the top half of Danny’s face is obscured by white, flaming hair. His skin is “blue”, (it is technically teal), he has pointed ears and fangs. Astronaut AU. An astronaut suit posing in front of an American Flag. Mermaid/merman AU. A dark, scaly mer tail twisted over itself with a light fin at the end. Inverse Trio. Tucker is the halfa, Danny is the goth, and Sam is the nerd. The trio is huddled together throwing up peace signs posing for a photo.
Middle row, left to right:
Lab Rat/Dissection Bad End AU. Angst Central. An upward view of Maddie and Jack with tools in hand, seen from the perspective of someone on their dissection table. Wings AU. That phenomenon of people putting wings on characters represented by a disembodied pair of black and white wings floating in a lime green void. Full Ghost. Danny died all the way in the portal accident. His transparent ghost tail is half phased into a patch of freshly dug dirt in front of a headstone, implied to belong to Daniel Fenton. A lone bouquet is laid on his grave. Ghost King. Danny in full royal regalia with the crown of fire hovering over his head and the ring of rage on his hand. The ghost zone and a few floating door behind him. He looks to the side warily mid-action. Hazmat AU. Danny died wearing a big, chunky, OSHA approved, real hazmat suit. He is only visible from chest up with his eyes glowing inside the hood.
Bottom row, left to right:
Ghost Hunger. Two blob ghosts peek out of a BLT sandwich (Blob, Lettuce, Tomato). Corpse AU. Sam, Tucker, and Danny huddled together over a freshly dug pile of dirt in the woods. Danny has a shovel and Sam has a messily rolled up tarp. Clockwork's Apprentice/CW Danny. Danny, facing left, wearing Clockwork’s cloak with the hood up, holding a staff similar to Clockwork’s with a stopwatch at the end. This gear is positioned directly behind, and partially obscured by, Clockwork’s head. Cowboy/Western AU. A blob ghost in a tiny cowboy hat sits on Danny's white cowboy boots. A green lasso rope partially visible at the top right.
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lily-blue · 1 year
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Lovesickness, smoothies, and nausea
☆ characters: roommate’s best friend!seungyoun & uni student!you ☆ genre: college au, humour ☆ warnings: mention of throwing up ☆ request: 61. from this prompt list ☆ summary: you start to think that your crush on Seungyoun isn’t good for your health, because the things you willingly do for him are definitely not ☆ words: 2,1k ☆ dedicated to: @dat-town​ ♥ ☆ taglist: @soobin-chois
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Once the realization had hit that you would be studying engineering at your dream university, your biggest fear hadn’t been the fact that you would need to move to another city without any of your close friends or family members, but the roommate you might have ended up with in the dorm where no one could choose whom they lived with during their first semester. You had heard too many horrendous stories about self-centered people to have faith in the system, but to your surprise, despite her unapologetic personality, Jamie was everything you wished a random person you had to share your personal space with could have been.
Just like you, she liked keeping her surroundings neat in spite of feeling at home in chaos; she never distracted you when you had an assignment to work on, but she was the first one to drag you out of your shared room when your laziness started to isolate you from the rest of the world. She was more than a student whom you could comfortably live with: Jamie was your emotional support system, your friend, and a sister who stayed up with you when you couldn’t sleep and ordered soup for you when you were sick because she was as hopeless in the kitchen as you were at choosing from more than one item on the menu at a coffee shop or a restaurant where you weren’t a regular.
It had taken only two weeks for you to meet the girl’s closest friends and knowing them for almost half a year by then, it shouldn’t have taken you aback when a week before Jamie’s birthday, you had been added to group chat called: “PARTY PEOPLE 🥳️🎉SHUT UP CHO SEUNGYOUN 👎👎👎” where they begged you to help them organize a surprise party for the girl.
For obvious reasons, you were wary of letting them hold it at your dorm room, because even though it was spacious with your own bathroom and it was summer break, which meant you had more freedom and there were less people to complain about the noise, you didn’t want to get Jamie and yourself expelled or anything. That would have been easily the worst birthday present you could have gotten her. Therefore, your initial answer was a confident no - until Seungyoun sent you a bunch of pleading emojis. You see, you were a weak person and his tear-filled eyes were your limit. 
It wasn’t that no student had ever organized a dorm party in the history of SNU. In fact, you and Jamie had attended the RA’s birthday party on the second floor in May, which had been the most legendary party you had ever been at - with cocktails and a blue haired dude dancing on a chair -, but you still had to bribe your own RA to let you use the communal kitchen on Friday and promise to clean the mess by the time he woke up the following morning. Which, in hindsight, was a small price for the wide smile on your friend’s face. Jamie rushed home from the gym - thinking you had sprained your ankle - for a bunch of chaotic idiots singing her Happy Birthday with poorly decorated cupcakes and a store-bought cake in their hands.
As Seungyoun and Jay had been both determined to give a structure to the first hours of the party, there were games you could play in your room: games one could play in pairs, groups, or individually, so no one would have felt left out. You won a round of Twister, drank two cans of beer while losing in beer pong on your desk, and wished both to leave and stay in the room when during truth or dare, you had to watch Seungyoun grind on Hangyul’s thighs for a mainstream song from Camilla Cabello. It was chaos - but you loved every minute of it.
Since Jamie knew about your crush on her best friend, you kinda hoped she would dare you to kiss him or confess your feelings for him once you had more than enough alcohol in your system, but she was a considerate friend, so the only dare you got was a somersault that gave you nausea. God bless Baek Yerim for asking you to accompany her to the front gates, where the pizza delivery guy was apparently waiting for you to grab your order, because the ahjussi behind the reception desk didn’t let him enter the building.
The fresh air helped with your stomach and cleared your mind a little, so you stayed there for a little longer, until one loose tee, your favorite denim shorts, and a pair of flip flops weren’t enough to keep you warm.
By the time you got back to your floor, people were eating everywhere: on your bed, on the floor, in the communal kitchen. Searching for food, you stole a slice of pepperoni pizza from Sungjoo’s plate, then sat on your friend’s desk with your legs pulled up, giddy like a happy kindergartener.
You watched as most people were either chilling for the music or cuddling on any available surface, including your bed, then let out a surprised yelp when Jamie grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the kitchen.
‘What’s going on?’ You asked, unable to comprehend the situation.
There were five glasses of smoothie on the kitchen counter, their color either green or brown, nonetheless suspicious-looking. You furrowed your eyebrows when the girl pushed you on an empty chair.
‘We’ll rate these. There’s no way I’m suffering alone,’ she explained, soon giving you more detail like how the boys were fighting about which one of them was more boyfriend material, hence who was the most stylish, the most handsome, the best dancer, and the best cook. You also got to know the sole rule of the evaluation: the contest was anonymous, which meant the glass with the least amount of juice in it belonged to the winner.
Honestly, it didn’t sound too horrible at first. After all, if the smoothie you were drinking was disgusting, you could put the glass back on the counter and grab the next one. However, once Jamie choked on her third drink and the guys turned around to see what was happening, you noticed Seongyoun’s pouty reaction from the corner of your eyes, and you knew you were doomed. There was no way your heart could have taken it if he lost.
‘Don’t peek, you fuckers,’ Jamie scolded between two coughs, sending daggers in everyone’s way before she shoved the almost full glass in your hands.
You gulped, the strong smell of spices tickling your nostrils. You tried to distract your mind as you lifted it to your lips, wondering whether unreasonable drama leads who jumped in front of arrows instead of pulling their lovers away from harm’s way experienced the same brain rot you did when you took the first sip, the next, and the one right after. You lost every right to clown them when the empty glass touched the counter. The butterflies in your tummy were chewing on your organs, ready to leave through your mouth.
It took you everything to stay in the kitchen until Jamie announced the winner, but then you rushed back to your room and tore the bathroom’s door open to empty your stomach until the unpleasant, pressing feeling fully disappeared.
You were heaving with your dominant hand in your mouth when someone walked inside the room and kneeled on your right. However, you were too grateful for the momentary break to care about the humiliation. 
‘Are you okay?’
Until you recognized Seungyoun’s worried voice.
You immediately reached out to flush the toilet, but you lost your balance as soon as your hand slipped on the toilet seat. The only reason you didn’t fall head first into your own vomit was your crush holding you still by your shoulders. Eyes wide like saucers, you smiled at him with crimson cheeks before you clumsily pulled away.
You wanted to cry when you had to lean above the toilet seat again, heaving with your hand on your stomach, and you might have actually shed a few tears when Seungyoun fixed your messy ponytail, then started to stroke your back gently.
‘How much of that did you drink?’ He asked quietly as though he was scared you would have sent him away if he had spoken any louder. You wiped your lips into the back of your hand and turned towards him to be able to read his face.
‘Not much…’ you started, but quickly bit back the rest of your lie when he raised a brow. It was obvious that he didn’t believe you, so you let out a defeated sigh. ‘Almost all of it.’
A part of you was convinced that the silence that enveloped you two couldn’t have been as awkward as it felt. Otherwise, Seungyoun wouldn’t have smiled at you so brightly. But still, you would have killed for some chewing gum or the opportunity to brush your teeth.
‘You’re so stupid,’ he scolded you, his facial expressions soft and loving. He slid his hand from your back to the top of your head and patted it gingerly once, twice, three times. The gesture was both heart-warming and annoying: mostly, because you had no idea whether this meant he looked at you like one looked at their little sister. You really hoped he didn’t.
‘And you’re terrible at the kitchen,’ you retorted with a scoff, the words falling from your lips with practiced ease. Bickering with Seungyoun was one of your favorite things since he had convinced you that rock music was more than hairy men showing off their bass guitar skills and let you listen to his own snippets in his infamous studio even Jamie couldn’t have entered without an excellent reason.
You wished your actions reminded him of the good times, too, and diverted his attention from your current state.
‘Well, I almost won the competition,’ the boy said, bragging about his second place as if his achievement hadn’t been the main cause of your suffering.
You narrowed your eyes to observe his face: the wrinkles around his crescent eyes, the slope of his nose, his wide albeit apologetic smile… half the time, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, and this occasion wasn’t an exception, either, but his happiness tugged the corner of your mouth upwards. Leather pants or sweatpants with beanies, happiness was your favorite look on him.
You couldn’t have put your finger on why you started to laugh, but when Seungyoun joined in with his deeper chuckles, you were unable to stop. You laughed until your tears ran down your crimson cheeks and you had to throw up again, but he stayed. He didn’t leave your side, just kept stroking your back and told you it was okay, you should have gotten it all out.
‘Dude! Did you finally man up and confess?’ A drunk Sungjoo tore the bathroom’s door open, giggling at the sight of you and his friend sitting on the cold tiles. You spat in the toilet to get rid of the sour taste in your mouth. ‘Agr, you chose the cheesy version? Damn, I can’t believe she’s throwing up,’ the older boy snickered as he pointed at you like you were a sight everyone should have paid attention to. 
You groaned, then made an attempt at flushing the toilet, this time, successfully.
‘Shut up!’ You heard Seungyoun say before one of them closed the door and the chill music from the other side quietened down.
Sleepy and exhausted from all that heaving, you laid your arms on the toilet seat and your red face on your arms. You stared at your crush in confusion, which coaxed a couple of awkward giggles out of him.
You wondered whether you had heard Sungjoo right or your imagination started to play tricks on you already. You couldn’t have been that drunk, right?
Seungyoun reached out for the toilet paper and tore a small piece off the roll so that he could wipe the vomit off your mouth. You pouted, but let him do as he pleased.
‘I’ll tell you in the morning,’ he promised, and you found yourself nodding while the boy took your cold hands in his and pulled you up from the floor.
That night you fell asleep with a bowl in your hands, in Jamie’s bed, with your crush hugging you from behind. You had a terrible headache the following morning, but if anyone had asked you whether drinking that horrendous smoothie had been worth it, you would have drunk it all over again to hear Seungyoun admit: he liked you, too.
the end.
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elympios · 6 months
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there is however a thought in my head where, after victor!ludger refuses to kill violet-eyed elle, they find out they're fractured anyway, and ludger doesn't really care as long as he can continue living with elle and julius for as long as they have
but bisley wants to use elle to reach the prime dimension, and the party don't exactly like the thought of using a 10 year old, but elle wants to help and knows what's at stake, but ludger is just. not having it. elle is elle, she's not something for bisley to use, he just wants to be left in peace with her, he can't trust that she'll make it out that journey alive, that prime ludger will protect her the same way he did. his use of the chromatus already caused elle to start becoming a catalyst, if she has to use her key powers in the prime dimension, to complete the trial, what if she disappears before he can see her again?
and elle can tell ludger is pretty upset, especially when he starts arguing with julius and things get worse with the party and bisley attacks them while everyone's trying to convince ludger to let elle go, but ludger isn't actually strong enough to kill everyone on his own and is vastly outnumbered, and elle is so freaked out and scared and she wants to be able to protect ludger, and you know, artes are based on intent, and elle just wants everyone to leave them alone---
anyway, there's a thought in my head of newly CEO ludger, meeting up with the king of rieze maxia in private, and there's a tension going on between them all, but most importantly a little girl with violet eyes who looks up at the injured king and says she's sorry.
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eggbagelz · 1 year
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Thing 1 and thing 2 in the highschool au
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sudrianforces · 1 year
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I Finished Him! Just like I promised to do! I always wanted to redraw him for the longest while, and now I did. Enjoy Y’all!
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s0fars0perfect · 2 years
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x1 as video game party members
[ listed in order of how soon you can acquire them ]
Yohan
<< You must've hit your head pretty hard going downstream. Name's Yohan. >>
story related
romance-able npc (friendly personality)
your first party member, guaranteed acquisition
all-rounder
achievement: no more // unlocks all base skills
main weapon: close-range // secondary weapon: long-range
your first friend at the post and mostly the reason you're alive. he picked you up when a scouting team found you in the water and insisted on saving you, said you deserved a chance at life, even if you did bear the tattoo of the rebel alliance. he doesn't know your story but he thinks you'll make a great asset to the post if you ever regain your memory.
<< We make a pretty good team, chief. >>
Wooseok
<< Big talk for someone who's already been my captive, but sure. Whatever you say. You can call me Wooseok. >>
romance-able npc (stand-off-ish personality)
difficulty level: ⭐⭐⭐
close-range marksman
achievement: red moon // unlocks advanced handgun skills + 50% damage increase with handguns
main weapon: close-range // secondary weapon: melee
the leader of a stand-alone post in the woods, referred to as eclipse, way out past the river and virtually untouched by everything, including the rebel alliance. he captures you and your party members when you make your way there to ask for reinforcements, threatening to have you killed as a warning to anyone else who comes near. once you manage to get on his good side he's willing to let you live in exchange for a few favors. and he'll think about helping you out when you're done.
<< I forgot how much fun this is. >>
Minhee & Hyeongjun
<< I'm Minhee. I make things go boom as a hobby. >>
<< Well, you're not getting anywhere fast in something like that. Might be able to give you a hand though. Hyeongjun. >>
difficulty level: ⭐⭐
minhee: explosives
achievement: adrenaline // unlocks advances explosive skills + 50% damage increase with explosives
main weapon: explosives // secondary weapon: long-range
hyeongjun: driver
achievement: gas pedal // unlocks mechanic skills including vehicle repair
main weapon: long-range // secondary weapon: close-range
the pair are a couple of rogues whose main goal in life is to make life hard for the rebel alliance. at their core, they're just a couple of hooligans whose favorite thing to do is pick the weak ones off one by one to remind the alliance that they're not really that tough. it's put them in some tight spots, however so they're not totally opposed to joining the good fight but you're gonna have to convince them. and don't forget, they're a package deal.
<< Frag out! I always wanted to say that... >>
<< Now this is what I'm talking about! >>
Eunsang
<< Yeah, I'm Eunsang. I'm just a medic though, what would you be looking for me for? >>
difficulty level: ⭐
medic
achievement: beautiful scar // unlocks advanced medical skills + 50% heal increase with medicinal healing items
main weapon: long-range (non-gun) // secondary weapon: melee
a traveling medic, he's more than willing to give a hand to those in need but he's skeptical of your intentions. at the end of the day, he'll be willing to join your team as long as you're willing to be honest with him. he is, after all, a pacifist.
<< I don't remember signing up for this! >>
Junho
<< Wouldn't call myself a "people person", but it's not so easy being on your own out here. Junho, and you are? >>
difficulty level: ⭐⭐
hand-to-hand - knives
achievement: villain // unlocks advanced stealth skills + 50% damage increase with bladed weapons
main weapon: melee // secondary weapon: close range
a thief, a bandit, a no-good klepto. people in the area have an eye out for this guy because he's been known to steal literally anything as long as it's useful. which can be handy if you know how to use them. junho's been keeping himself alive with his theivery and he's built up a bit of a skillset when it comes to stealth. but being a one-man show is dangerous and he's willing to give you the help you ask for, so long as you're willing to help in response.
<< Y'know, I got shot at less when I was just a thief. >>
Seungyoun
<< Killed you!? Ha! Don't expect that to be the only time. Name's Seungyoun, if you were interested. >>
romance-able npc (distrustful personality)
difficulty level: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
hand-to-hand - blunt weapons
achievement: i hate you // unlocks advanced melee weapon skills + 75% damage increase overall
main weapon: melee // secondary weapon: long-range
out in the plains, hiding in a broken military base is one man and he's crazy. people warn others not to go out to the plains because the guy out there will kill you for absolutely nothing. it's risky, but he's a hell of a man, specializes in close combat, and will do anything if the price is right. he almost kills you the moment you walk up to the base and it won't be the last time but if you gain his trust he'll be indispensable to the fight. just don't mind the insanity.
<< Oh, hell yeah! >>
Dongpyo
<< I'm kind of impressed. And trust me when I tell you I don't say that very often. I'm Dongpyo. >>
difficulty level: ⭐⭐⭐⭐
long-range marksman
achievement: killa // unlocks advanced long-range weapon skills + 50% damage increase with long-range weapons
main weapon: long-range // secondary weapon: close-range
he works alone and he likes it like that, or at least that's what he tells you. the guy's been on his own out here, sniper loaded and several hundred meters of forest completely untouched around him because members of the rebel alliance have fallen due to his good eye a few too many times. his solitude is self-enforced but once you make it past his minefield, he's not such a bad guy. he's actually willing to help you, impressed that you weren't deterred. but first, you gotta help him.
<< Don't do anything too stupid. I can see everything from up here. >>
Hangyul & Dohyon
<< Mercy? I don't really know her so consider yourself lucky I don't bet on guaranteed losses. I'm Hangyul. >>
<< And I'm Dohyon. Don't mind my brother, he can be a bit over-protective. >>
romance-able npc (Hangyul only; cocky personality)
difficulty level: ⭐⭐⭐
hangyul: hand-to-hand melee
achievement: jaws // unlocks advanced melee weapon skills + 50% damage increase with melee weapons
main weapon: melee // secondary weapon: explosives
dohyon: medic
achievement: soul // unlocks advanced medical skills + ability to craft first aid kits
main weapon: close-range // secondary weapon: long-range (non-gun)
the unbreakable bond between brothers is a special one and you learn that first hand when you meet dohyon, only to have his older brother come at you with a knife in the next second. a pair of nomadic hunters they're just trying to get by and avoid the alliance, and they're doing alright by themselves. so when you offer to help them it's a swift and firm 'no' until you manage to wheedle a price out of them. at this point, you know everyone has one so what's theirs?
<< Feels good to be in a fight again. >>
<< Have you considered being less reckless? Just asking. >>
Seungwoo
<< I've heard a lot about you. My name's Seungwoo, welcome to the post. >>
story related character
romance-able npc (romantic personality)
difficulty level: ⭐⭐⭐⭐
all-rounder
achievement: sacrifice // unlocks master skills + 50% defense increase overall
main weapon: close-range // secondary weapon: long-range
you meet seungwoo when you get the quest to go looking for the second post, the post is not very far, and certainly your best bet at really gaining a good defense. but it's rather obvious to you when you meet him, the leader of this post, that he's not interested in making friends. he's not interested in building a defense and possibly putting his people in danger. but you know better than anyone by now that you're stronger together and when you manage to convince him of it, he's willing to give it a shot. he's willing to help you. but if you want him in your party you're going to have earn far more than his trust: his respect.
<< Remember, we can't save anyone else if we get killed. >>
Additional achievements tied to party members / acquisition:
U Got It: obtain all party members
FLASH: get the secret / best ending [ secret achievement ]
EOEO: build enough friendship with Seungyoun to hear about his mysterious past [ secret achievement ]
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ofstarsandskies · 11 months
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Xillia 1 + 2 AU -- A Gift For Julius...?
As Julius arrived home from work, he couldn't miss the pink giftbox sitting on the kitchen table. Likely a gift for the landlady, Julius thought. She's the closest thing Ludger would have to a mother. But those thoughts where shattered when the label addressed himself to him.
If it's for me, then there shouldn't be any harm in opening it. With careful hands, Julius pulled the ribbon off the top and lifted the lid off to see...! A GHS keychain that resembled Lulu to a T.
Just as the questions were about to run wild, his recent family addition came out of her room, "So, do you like it? I saved up my allowance to commission someone to make this!"
"I do, but I have one question-- why give it to me today? Father's Day isn't until next month."
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Apparently Elize was ready for his question, because she answered him immediately, "It's cause you're like a Mom and a Dad combined! And Father's Day cannot come soon enough, so... I thought I could give you a gift early! Think of it as I appreciate you so much, I needed TWO holidays to tell you how I feel!"
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At Elize's going rate, Ludger might have a rival for cutest family member. With his brother quest to be seen as a cool, responsible adult, perhaps he'd be celebrating the motions for his crown.
"Thank you, Elize. I'm glad you value me so highly, despite only knowing me for what seems like the fastest year of my life." Sometimes Julius forgot how many weeks' distance grew between now and his first proper arrival in the Prime Dimension's Rieze Maxia. Departing from the Temporal Crossroads felt no later than yesterday.
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bobonnes · 19 days
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TIMELAPSE DU FUTUR : Un Voyage vers la Fin des Temps
Une vidéo réalisé par Melodysheep, qui nous montre sur une échelle de temps exponentielle ce qu’il pourrait advenir de notre monde et de tout les mondes connus et hypothétiques. Tendrement, Bobonnes.
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thotforcsy · 1 year
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slip stitch your way into my heart
(♡) fandom: x1, pdx (♡) pairing: eunsang/minhee (♡) rating: teen+ (♡) 7032 words (♡) complete (1/1)
When Minhee's forced to join the knitting club in school, he's not particularly looking forward to it. He'd much rather spend his time debating capitalism and the effects of social media on mental health. But then he meets Lee Eunsang and it turns out that cherry-haired, knitting needle-wielding boys with soft voices are exactly his type.
He never really stood a chance.
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odxrilove · 8 months
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BIRTHDAY BOY
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PAIRING: mingyu x f!reader
GENRE: fluff, friends to lovers, bday party!au? kinda confession!au, uni!au but not really mentionned
WARNINGS: , flirting, swearing, alchohol, drinking, one mention of being high (not yn or seventeen), etc typical party stuff, game of truth or dare, minghao is annoying x1 (jk), yn gets jealous a bit, yn and mingyu are in love ewwww, huge make-out session (borderline smut...) (JKKK. or am i), lots of tension + more?
WC: +8.1k
SYNOPSIS: It’s Mingyu’s birthday party, and Hoshi lets something out under the influence of alcohol. Apparently, you have two gifts prepared for him– completely throwing out the one-gift tradition your friend group strictly follows. However, Hoshi’s a liar — and a bad one at that — but it’s already too late. Even though Mingyu knows he’s supposed to be excited about all the gifts he’s receiving tonight, he’s (not so surprisingly) only interested in everything you’re giving him.
A/N: thank u so so much to sara the loml pookie bear (@4xiaojun) for reading it so many times over the past few months and hyping me up ! i couldnt have finished this fic if it wasnt for u ily bae !!!! &&& rec song - i dont understand but i luv u by seventeen 
FIC TAGLIST: @etherealyoungk @simpforyongbokk @luvhyun3 @nhularin @matchahyuck @graybaeismytae @mark-geolli @esloao @jaklvbub @sukistrawberry @raggedypansexual
back to masterlist !
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“Having fun?”
The music is loud, resonating off the walls and making your ears ring. But even if you barely hear your own thoughts over the noise, mingyu’s smooth voice fills your ears.
You change your weight from one foot to another, bringing the red cup to your lips and taking a sip of your drink. The alcohol isn’t cold anymore and you slightly grimace at the way it burns your throat when you decide to empty your cup. You pull the cup away from your mouth, bumping it deliberately against his before crossing your arms and looking up at him.
“Yeah. Even more so now that you’re here.”
His already pretty smile widens and his little vampire teeth appear as he throws his head back to laugh. Your mind is hazy from the alcohol and you’re a bit tipsy, glossy eyes staring at his neck. You always thought mingyu’s skin was so pretty.
Mingyu takes a look around the room before focusing on you again, leaning with his shoulder on the wall next to you. He’s tall and looking down at you, it makes you smile a little.
His heart beats in his chest at the sight of your cherry lips, still wet from the drink. He doesn’t think he’s seen you wearing this lip color before, recounting all the times you came to hangouts wearing anything else than lip balm. The color suits you though, he thinks.
Unconsciously, his eyes wander to your cup before landing on the white plastic rim, the red trace of your lip gloss making him shudder.
The glint in your eyes is mischievous when he makes eye contact with you again. He sees you looking him up and down and he has to yell at his own mind when certain thoughts enter his head. He can sense how you fill up with pride at the sight of him wearing the watch you just gifted him, eyebrows shooting up in surprise.
“You’re already wearing it?” your body turns to him a bit and he leans down even more at the same time, faces centimeters away from each other. He lifts his hand up with a grin, pushing his shirt sleeves up his arms even more when he notices you eyeing them.
This time, you smile so big Mingyu almost awes at the sight. You force yourself to stop smiling and look away but your happiness can be heard through your slightly playful voice. “The others wouldn’t be happy to hear that, y’know?”
Mingyu wiggles his fingers and flexes his arm, making you giggle and uncross your arms in the process. “Why wouldn’t I? It’s my favorite gift.”
He tilts his head to the side, ruffling his styled hair with his ring-clad hands. Mingyu isn’t much of a ring-wearer but when he does, it fills your stomach with butterflies– not that that doesn’t happen on a daily basis.
“Who said the others have to know?” His stare makes you feel weak, knees almost buckling under you. You lean back on the wall for support, something he definitely catches up onto with the way he smirks. “Let’s say this is our little secret, yeah?”
You blush when you realize he’s, again, wearing the rings you gifted him months prior for secret santa.
Mingyu turns to lean against the wall with his back, facing the crowd as he lets himself drown into the loud music and the warmth your body radiates, shoulders touching. Your friend crouches down a bit, legs stretching on the ground and head close to your neck. With a sigh, he plops his head on your shoulder, turning to hide against you. He grabs your hips and holds his arm around your waist, audibly whining against your neck.
You nod silently, picking at the rim of your cup. From how close the two of you are, Mingyu can count your lashes, admire your face and the way your lips curl into a smile when you see your friends having fun on the other side of the room.
His breath tickles your skin and you realize mingyu’s just as tipsy as you are.
“You know what Hoshi told me?” he starts off, voice small and softer than usual. You guess he’s a bit tired from partying all night. It’s only a few seconds later that you look at him, smiling and humming when he silently waits for an answer. “He said you had a second gift for me.”
The man, who’s supposed to be 6.1ft tall, seems to shrink even more at your question, pouting and eyebrows furrowing. He glares at you before his eyes turn soft, hugging your body from the side. “You know I didn’t mean it like that~” His voice is slurry and you laugh at him, patting his head and passing your fingers through his hair.
Ah Hoshi, he wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t go around spilling secrets and creating drama. You avert your eyes, suddenly finding the fabric of Mingyu’s shirt very interesting. “Is the watch not enough for you? ‘didn’t know you would be so greedy, gyu.”
You nod again, fixing a few strands of hair on top of his head. “I like your hair like this.”
“Yeah? You think I’m handsome?”
Mingyu abruptly gets up, rolling his shoulders back to stand up straighter. He lets out a mix between a gasp and a chuckle before turning towards a mirror near where you’re leaning against the wall. He passes his hand through his hair, going over the spots you didn't touch and paying extra attention to not mess up the ones you previously styled as he smiles. Suddenly, his tone turns confident as he examines himself in the glass, winking and adjusting the sleeves of his shirt.
You try your best to keep a straight face but the alcohol in your system makes it a difficult task. “Of course, you’re always handsome.”
Mingyu seems to light up at your words, a big smile on his face as he returns to where you are, choosing to lean against the wall on your other side. You know he’s up to something with the way he looks at you but you don’t question it– he’s mainly harmless so you have nothing to worry about.
To Mingyu's surprise, you don’t deny it. 
He taps his pointer finger on his chin, pursing his lips and giggling, “Could it be that you’re flirting with me?”
He swears he can see a teasing look in your eyes before it quickly disappears, making him gulp. He can’t even question you about it more before you’re intertwining your fingers together, holding his hand close and walking away from the wall. Mingyu feels like a puppy following his owner, tail wagging and tongue lolling out as he watches you drag him to the other room, discarding your empty cup on a random counter.
With a loud sigh, you plop down next to the armrest, dragging Mingyu down with you, squishing his big body between Hoshi and you. He looks at you and pouts as you let your head fall back on the couch, closing your eyes for a few seconds as the loud music resonates off the walls. 
When the two of you enter the living room, you’re not even surprised to see some of your friends gate-keeping the couches, seemingly playing a drinking game. Hoshi is one of the drunker ones and you walk past him to get to the bigger couch, ruffling his hair as he stares with empty eyes at a framed photo hung up on the wall. He’s still out of it so you quickly scratch the underside of his chin with your nails and he perks up, immediately scooting over to give you and Mingyu some space on the couch.
You feel Mingyu’s hand resting on your forearm, slowly dragging up and down as he intensely watches goosebumps rise up on your arm. When Hoshi seems to get dragged into a conversation between Joshua and Seungkwan, voices fill the room and you joyfully listen, letting Mingyu take your hand in his. 
His skin feels soft against yours and his thumb draws circles on the back of your hand. You turn towards him, leaning further against the armrest as he smiles at you. He’s cute you think, he’s always been cute. 
And then Mingyu brings your intertwined hands up to his mouth, kissing the back of your hand delicately and smiling into the sweet kiss.
His eyes sparkle, the party lights making him shine. His hair is ruffled from the many hugs he received from his friends and his cheeks are rosy from the alcohol.
Suddenly, it feels like you two are the only ones there, like there aren’t dozens of partygoers stumbling around Mingyu’s apartment. It’s weird, how you stare at each other in absolute delight, ignoring everyone around you as if Seungcheol wasn’t calling out both your names for a game of truth or dare.
It’s Mingyu who first snaps out of it, having been elbowed in the ribs by Hoshi next to him. He grumbles in pain but lifts himself off the couch anyways, extending his hand out to you and winking at you. You laugh and place your hand in his, his warmth sending shivers over your spine. 
Mingyu hoists you up from the couch and immediately wraps an arm around your waist, keeping you so close to him that your free hand lands on his chest. He tilts his head slightly and comes closer, mouth inches away from your ear. 
“I’m happy you came. Thank you.”
Mingyu pulls back with a slight blush on his cheeks, the tip of his ears read. A shy smile covers his lips and for a moment you’re not sure if you’re able to speak. You shallow and find your vocabulary again, thoughts racing in your mind. 
When you speak up, eyes locked into his, Mingyu thinks he could pass out from the sugary sweet tone in your voice. 
“I wouldn’t have missed it for anything.”
With a silent nod of his head in the direction of the hallway towards his friends, you put your hand in his again and lead the way, zigzagging between guests. 
“So, you really made out with that girl during summer camp? There’s no way that’s true.”
Laughter fills the room as you once again find yourself in the living room with Mingyu and his closest friends. At first, you had all followed one of the guys to the kitchen for a game of truth or dare until one of the partygoers threw up right on the stark white kitchen tiles, pausing the game and consequently pushing the group back to the sacred couches. 
Jun yells at Dino, hitting the latter on the shoulder and downing his drink. The younger one cackles, teasing Jun more for his confession. “Shut up, dickhead. I’m not saying anything else, just know that she was the one who initiated it.” 
His answer doesn’t convince Dino in the slightest and he just continues to laugh, falling backwards on the beanbag he’s currently occupying.
Mingyu’s laugh fills your ears, the joyful sound bringing a smile to your lips. You’re sitting right next to him again, but this time with your back to the armrest, one leg dangling off the couch and the other one blocked under the latter. Your heel digs into the skin of your thigh and unfortunately for you, it’s starting to feel like you have pins and needles in your legs.
You openly wince at the prickly sensation and squirm around, trying to release your hurt leg as you support yourself on the armrest, your feet on the floor slipping. Even with all the laughter and noise in the room– and Hoshi’s sudden barking, Mingyu notices and turns to you with worried eyes. You’re pouting without knowing it and he finds it hard to stare away from your lips, forcing himself to help instead.
What you didn’t expect however, was for him to pull your legs over his, in his lap, after you sat back down. You can feel your face heating up and you’re sure that your ears are full on red at this point. Mingyu knows the effect his action had on you, smirking while pretending like he’s absorbed by the current conversation– or more so an argument between Seungkwan and Dino about who used to have the best math grades in high school.
A gentle hand places itself on the side of your knee, helping you lift your leg as he guides you up with his other hand on your waist, respectfully and only after your nod of affirmation.
The boy continues to act like nothing is going on, seeming calm while his heart beats loudly in his chest. There is so much going on, the music resonating off the walls and friendly banter in the background, but Mingyu’s only focus is on the way your breath hitches when he hoists one of your legs up in his lap. He grabs onto your ankle, near the strap of your high heel and your leg soon joins the other one in his lap.
Mingyu’s being careful with his movements, unsure if he’s crossing a boundary or not– unsure if he just ruined one of his best friendships just because his heart couldn’t keep itself in check. But then you grin, eyes sparkling wide and radiant as you look at his hand on your ankle.
It’s a silent game of back and forth– Mingyu’s looking at you to see your reaction and you avoid his gaze, knowingly, to stare at his pretty hand running up and down your calf. Mingyu knows you would have said something if you disapproved of his action but he’s still feeling like a high school boy with a crush on someone for the first time, worrying about every small thing.
On the other hand, you are glowing, happiness and excitement radiating off you. You feel weird, butterflies erupting in your stomach as if you weren’t already aware of how much Mingyu could affect you– how he could make you fall in love with him over and over again.
Actually, if he thinks about it, he is a boy with a crush on someone– you, just not as a high school boy anymore since he graduated long ago.
You snap out of your little bubble, again, and for once you are grateful for Joshua. Because you’re almost hundred percent sure Mingyu was starting to trace hearts on your thigh. And you certainly didn’t know how much longer you could survive his constant flirting.
When your eyes lock, there’s a look and nod of agreement between you. And then his hand is on your upper thigh, thumb brushing circles on your skin.
“Truth or dare! Yn and Mingyu, you two are playing this round!”
Even with the guys’ screaming in the background, you hold eye contact with him for a little bit longer, just in time to see his eyebrows relax and his gaze soften before you’re diverting your eyes. 
“Isn’t truth or dare something you play in middle school?” You tease your friends, trying to lift yourself off the couch to sit up straighter so that other people can join and use the couch. Before you can do so and pull your legs off Mingyu’s lap, he stops you with a hand on your knee, looking at you with furrowed brows.
“Cmon Yn, truth or dare is a classic. Even us oldies have to play it once in a while!” Dino exclaims, unaware of the sudden tension rising from your couch.
A loud slap is heard before Dino winces, turning around to face the culprit as Scoups menacingly points at him, “Ya! Who are you calling old!” They continue to argue for a bit, with Dino calling the oldest, well, old and Scoups pushing the youngest off the beanbag and on the floor.
Normally, you would have paid more attention to it, the friendly banter bringing you much joy, but this time your mind is focused on something else.
If Mingyu tried to talk to you right now, you would barely be able to hear it over the loud music, but he doesn’t talk to you, his gaze tells you enough. “Don’t” is what you understand he’s trying to say and you let out a deep breath. He’s still staring at you, hand still on your knee and his eyes seem to be pleading you to stay.
At that moment, you realize you could probably never say no to Mingyu.
So you set your legs back down in his lap, readjusting your dress so that you don’t flash everybody. When Mingyu realizes you decided to stay, he sends you a big smile, teeth on display. And when he smiles at you like that, you would trade every couch in the damn world to see it a bit longer. You don’t even care anymore about the other party goers who might have wanted to join the game, Mingyu and you clearly taking up the whole couch, with a drunk Dk squished to Mingyu’s right side.
“Hey lovebirds! We said you two are playing, pay attention instead of staring at each other!” 
The game in itself isn’t that bothersome– your friends are mainly having fun, bickering and throwing each other under the bus when it comes to revealing not so important secrets. It’s pretty entertaining to watch and you take pleasure in it, but you can’t concentrate fully on Jeonghan’s story about how he saw his high school math teacher and science teacher, both married with kids, making out together in the science lab ten years prior. And all that because of the eyes boring into the side of your head. 
You huff when you still feel his eyes on you after Woozi downed his drink, poking Mingyu in the ribs. A quiet yelp leaves his mouth and you smirk, triumphantly, crossing your arms proudly, chin high. 
That is until Minghao turns towards you, pinky lifting from his glass and pointing your way. “Yn, truth or dare?” 
Your cheeks grow hot, being caught off guard as you sink into the armrest of the couch. You take a moment to think. You know Minghao isn’t the type to completely humiliate you if you decided to choose dare, he’s actually rather laidback with you, but you also remember accidentally spilling his last cup of his favorite tea right on his lap when you all went to visit his new apartment a week prior. And since Minghao’s pretty protective of his tea, you’d prefer to avoid walking right into the cage of a wild and unpredictable animal. 
And as the red-haired boy looks at you, waiting for your answer with a slight smirk on his face, you’re sure you made the right choice. 
“Truth. I don’t want to leave this place covered in a mix of glitter and cereal or something.” 
Truth it is. And could Truth possibly do even any harm?
Minghao hums, taking a last sip of his drink before finally speaking up. “Wise choice. Or not. Yn, of all the people in this room, who’s the guy you’re crushing on?” 
Okay, so apparently Truth can do a lot of harm. 
Your eyes widen, your mouth falling open in sock as everyone turns to look at you, some whispering between themselves and some even giggling. 
You definitely did not think this through enough. 
Mighao tilts his head a bit and you don’t waste a second more before you’re reaching forward to grab your shot glass off the table, “Pass”. In your haste, you forget that you’re basically sitting sideways on the couch and that you don’t have any support under you as you move your upper body off the couch, eventually losing balance and falling forward. 
But before you can hit the coffee table with full force, an arm snakes around your waist, holding you up and bringing you back on the couch. Mingyu’s hand is holding onto your hip firmly, his fingers dipping into the fabric of your dress. 
There’s a sudden silence as your friends look from you to Mingyu, then back to you. You turn your head towards your ‘savior’ and directly make eye-contact, the close position and the strong scent of his cologne making you dizzy. 
Your face heats up, again, and you quickly grab your glass from the table, downing it and returning to your seat, hands clasped tightly together. Minghao eyes the now empty shot glass and chuckles, “Hiding something?” 
You glare at him, “It’s one question only, Minghao.” You forgot sometimes how infuriatingly teasing he can be. 
The next round of truth and dare goes more smoothly, nobody’s falling to the ground and there are no questions regarding anyone’s love life– if you don’t take into account Joshua asking Hoshi if his sister is still single. 
You don’t know how much time passes but you feel at ease on the black couch, leaning the side of your head against the backrest as you continue to enjoy the nice and friendly atmosphere. The guys have now changed to another game in a smaller group, while the others thought it was a good idea to start playing Mario Kart.
The music changes to a slower genre when the clock hits 2am and you decide that maybe it’s time to get another drink, the alcohol leaving your system a bit too soon for your liking.
With a sudden boost of energy, you swing your legs off Mingyu’s lap and stand up, kneeling down to stack the empty shot glasses and bring them with you to the kitchen. While you’re doing so, you feel a tug at the bottom of your dress. Mingyu pulls the hem of your dress down as you lean over and he makes sure no one can sneak a glance under your short  outfit. 
You turn to him with difficulty, the stacked shot glasses in your hands and your heels almost knocking over a plastic cup on the ground. Mingyu looks up at you, hair brushed back and arm resting on the back of the couch. He waits for you to speak and you smile softly. “Want a drink?” 
The corners of his mouth turn up and he gets up from the couch, taking the shot glasses from your hands. “I’ll go with you, if that’s ok.” 
You nod, and almost notice the faint blush on Mingyu’s cheek, “Of course.”
The music is still playing through the heavy speakers in each corner of the room, the lights of the TV casts a colorful glow over Mingyu’s living room and the chatter of every party goer doesn’t go unnoticed as you two make your way out of the room, stepping over the many empty cups on the wooden floor and into the less crowded hallway.
There aren’t really a lot of people in the hallway, but most of them are walking from one room to another, making it a hassle to peacefully cross the hallway without bumping into someone. It’s loud and the people occupying the little space aren’t exactly making it easy to enter the kitchen. 
Mingyu sees the mess before you do, taking all the shot glasses in one hand and grabbing your hand with the other. His back is creating a wall between you and the ‘danger’ in the hallway, and before you know it, Mingyu’s pushing forward, bumping into drunk party goers to make it through. He quickly creates a path, one that is safe to take as he pushes away the cups and beer bottles on the ground away and to the side, craning his arm so that you’re close to his back and following him.
When a very drunk– and probably high, guy stumbles out of a random room and directly into Mingyu’s shoulder, the shot glasses nearly fall to the floor, earning a panicked gasp from the owner. The guy doesn’t even bother to say sorry, looking past the both of you with a dead gaze as he tumbles forward, weak legs bringing him to the living room.
You whip your head around, smelling the awful stench coming from the guy and bring your hand up to cover your mouth. When he’s out of sight, you sneak one last glance to where he disappeared off to and tsks. “Asshole.” 
Mingyu’s laugh brings your eyes back to him, puzzled. He just squeezes your hand, sending you a smile over his shoulder. 
As you two finally arrive at your destination, the kitchen, your eyes widen in horror. It seems that there are even more people in the small kitchen than in the living room, which is already crowded enough. There’s not even enough space to navigate properly, people choosing to squeeze themselves between other people to get to the exit, spilling bits of their newly-filled drink. You hear Mingyu sigh– the cleanup the morning after is gonna be a tough one.
“Hey, why don’t you wait for me here? I’ll go in alone and come back with the drinks.” Mingyu turns to you, the shot glasses carefully leaning against his chest. 
Mingyu watches as you glance around the hallway and then around him, into the kitchen. You bite your lip, showing you’re becoming a bit anxious and he furrows his eyebrows. His smile quickly falters, showing concern right away. “You okay?” 
You look up at him as he turns fully towards you, almost blocking the doorway to the kitchen. You pass your hands over your dress, flattening out the non-existent wrinkles. “Yeah, it’s just starting to feel a bit too stuffy in here..”
Mingyu hums, raising his head to look at the end of the hallway, where the door to the balcony is situated. When he returns his gaze to you, he tilts his head cutely, licking his lips. “You wanna wait by the balcony? I told the guests not to go on there too much so that i won’t get a noise complaint from the neighbors. I think it’s safe if you go there.” 
With a smile, you nod at Mingyu, “yeah, that would be great. Thanks.” You place one of your hands on the wall next to the kitchen before leaning in so he hears you better over the music. “Don’t die in there by the way! We haven’t even gone to Iceland yet like we planned to years ago– it would be a waste for you to miss out on our extravagant bucket list, right?”
Mingyu’s laugh fills your ears, the sound making you smile from ear to ear. “C’mon, who do you take me for? Seok– Oh sorry.” Mingyu cuts himself off, lifting his two hands in the air with one still holding all the shot glasses. The girl, who just bumped into Mingyu, and who you recognize as one of your classmates from your major, pushes her hair behind her ear, blushing at your friend. 
Before she leaves, she mumbles a few words, but the music is way too loud for you to make out what it was, and then she’s gone. 
You don’t pay too much attention to it, as does Mingyu, who’s already back to look at you. It’s not the first and certainly not the last time someone is going to bump into one of you two at his party. 
“Sorry, what were you saying?” You turn back to Mingyu, crossing your arms and making the silver necklace you’re currently wearing shine even more under the flashy led lights. 
“Ah, sweetheart, you never listen do you?” Mingyu brings his free hand up to your jaw, tapping on the underside of your chin with his index finger. “I said, you need to stop biting your lips when you’re nervous. They’re too pretty for that.” 
You can’t speak, your entire vocabulary having left your body. His hand then turns to cup the underside of your jaw, his thump grazing over your bottom lip, ultimately smudging a bit of your lipgloss. Your mouth falls open a bit at the shock but he doesn’t stop. “A pretty color.. for pretty lips. Suiting.” His thumb sweeps one last time over your lip before he retreats into the kitchen. 
“Wait for me by the balcony, I'll grab our drinks for us.” 
— 
The temperature outside is completely different from the stuffy warmth inside the small apartment, the cold breeze making you shiver. You’re not a fan of the winter, or the cold in general, but when it’s almost 3am and your cheeks are red from being around Mingyu, the weather is probably the only thing keeping you sane. 
You think it’s captivating outside– how the moon shines and provides you enough light, how the silence from nature and the muffled sounds from the party mix together, how the wind blows your hair around and makes you tremble. You like it all.
There’s a calming atmosphere around it. You don’t feel as edgy as before and you mentally thank Mingyu for allowing you to use his sacred space for your own benefit. 
If you truly think about it, you had come to the party with no real intentions, but as the night goes by, you find yourself yearning for more. 
You find yourself yearning for Mingyu. You suppose it’s not entirely a bad thing– it’s also not the first time. 
You’re leaning over the balcony railing, looking down to the street at the foot of his apartment building. The concrete tiles are darker than usual, and wet– you were too absorbed by the party to even notice it was raining outside. The water droplets on the railing are cold against the skin of your forearms but you just clench your jaw through it. In a way, it wakes you up.
Your eyes are closed as you hum to the melodies of the pop song playing inside, chin propped up on your palm. You don’t know how long you rest your eyes, but you missed Mingyu’s voice when he opens the door to the balcony, stepping out of the apartment and smiling your way.
“Sleepy?” You just tilt your head, eyes still closed. You do turn towards him as you feel his presence behind you. 
You realize Mingyu always smiles when he’s looking at you and butterflies race in your stomach. 
Your hands are on the slippery metal railing as you lean back against it, the water droplets staining the lower back of your dress. It’s cold against your skin and you shiver, suddenly, and Mingyu notices, immediately stepping closer to you. 
“Just a bit out of energy.” 
Mingyu closes the balcony door behind him, swiftly setting down the two newly-filled plastic cups on a wobbly garden table in the corner and joining you. He stands in front of you, hands in his pockets and smirking down at you. You gulp, feeling like his prey. 
“Why’s that?” His tone doesn’t show an ounce of concern. Probably because he knows he has nothing to worry about. 
You’re not a jealous person, truly. You’re relatively confident when it comes to your relationships and friendships and have never deemed it necessary to throw a tantrum about your partner and who he talks to. To be fair, your last relationship was quite a while ago, but you still stand by your own beliefs. 
So, feeling a tiny bit of jealousy creep up when your classmate– the one who had previously bumped into Mingyu– walked up to him in the kitchen and laid her perfectly manicured hand on his bicep was an entirely new thing for you. 
You had even questioned yourself if you had the right to be jealous. You and Mingyu weren’t even together! 
The fact that you could watch what was happening right from your spot on the balcony didn’t help you either– your curious self being unable to stop watching while your mind was telling you to think about happy moments– aka moments where Mingyu showed he was definitely more interested in you than in the party or your classmate. 
So even though the little angel on your shoulder tried to avert your eyes from the crime scene, the manipulation play from the little devil on your other shoulder was a bit too convincing for your liking. In conclusion, you found yourself staring at the entire event. 
Frankly, nothing happened. On Mingyu’s part at least. The girl however, let’s say she was just trying to get to know him (a lie you’re definitely not telling yourself to keep calm).
Honestly, you weren’t paying much attention at first. It’s Mingyu’s birthday party, of course people will go up to him and congratulate him. But when the girl– you honestly don’t even remember her name– leaned towards him and put her hand on his chest, on the same spot where your hand had been moments prior, you knew this was more than a simple “happy birthday!”. 
Was it foul to only remember the way Mingyu’s smile seemed fake, the way he slowly backed away from her presence, and the way he rushed back to you? If it was, you couldn’t care less.
The two drinks he brought back were still sitting on the old table, untouched as if forgotten. 
Mingyu’s a bit too close for your liking. You can probably start counting his lashes– or the sparkles in his eyes. But when you open your mouth to joke, so that the tension could leave your body, Mingyu interrupts you and gets even closer. 
His tone is serious but you know he’s enjoying this, the corner of his mouth tilting up. “Were you jealous?” 
You hate how good Mingyu knows you, and you hate the effect he currently has on you, even though you would normally bathe in it. 
You know he knows, so there’s really no need to lie. Even more so when one of the reasons why he rushed back to you was because your eyes met when he was getting your drinks, and he saw you biting your lip. And you know now he doesn’t like it when you do that. 
You lean back against the railing even more, the metal digging into your skin as your heart starts to speed up. Your sudden shyness doesn’t waver his interest in the slightest and he only takes a step forward, backing you up against the railing. 
“What are you going to do if I say I was?” 
At that, Mingyu chuckles, looking to the side before hanging his head down. When he looks at you again, his hand finds its way to your cheek and he carefully brushes over the blush adorning your skin. 
The only thing you hear is a small ‘cute’ uttered under his breath before he retracts his hand and puts both of them on the railing behind you, trapping you between him and the end of the balcony.
Mingyu caught you, literally, and there’s not much you can do to stop him from getting what he wants. So you opt the easy way out, speaking the truth. “I was jealous, yeah. For the first time ever actually.” 
His smile grows even wider. “Do you love me that much, darling?” 
You don’t give him an answer this time, because you know he’s not really waiting for one. He knows and that’s enough for him, now. He also doesn’t really have the correct mindset to play this game with you at his party. The few glasses of alcohol you both took earlier are probably a bit at fault too. 
You clear your throat and he speaks up again, voice a bit rougher than earlier. “I guess Hoshi didn’t lie when he told me you liked me that much that you would have prepared two gifts for me.”
“You know Hoshi almost always lies.” You let go of the railing, hands finding their way to Mingyu’s waist, fiddling with his leather belt.  
You hear him inhale sharply, looking up to the sky for a short moment before focusing on you again, and definitely not on your hands. 
To fight back against the aggressive butterflies causing havoc in his stomach, Mingyu pulls you towards him, one hand on your lower back and the other one squeezing the fat at your hip. He’s in total control, and he’s confident about it too– you couldn’t even blame him for it. 
“Oh, almost always? So he’s not lying this time?” Mingyu leans down again, faces inches away from each other, to the point where you could just close the distance between the two of you with a small movement of the head. “Because I do think there’s some truth to it, sweetheart.” 
Your hair swings in the wind, and even though it’s cold, you want to stay with Mingyu as long as possible. His body feels warm under your fingertips and you almost gasp when he pushes you against the railing, his hand protecting your lower back from digging into the cold, wet metal. 
A short silence fills the air and you don’t know what to do except look away, your face growing hotter and hotter with every minute. Mingyu doesn’t talk either, too busy staring down at you. He makes a mental list in his head of all the things he loves about you, adoring you with his eyes while the music inside resonates from the glass door. 
You look away because you can feel him stare, and you wouldn’t know how to react if you were to make eye contact, since the effect Mingyu has on you is continuously making your knees buckle under you. 
“Were you interested?”, you suddenly ask, voice much quieter than before. It takes Mingyu a few seconds to realize what you’re talking about when you don’t meet his eyes, deciding to rather look at his shoes instead. 
He thought he had made it clear– clearer than anything else– but he didn’t expect you to suddenly shy away while in his arms and close to his chest, all because some girl tried to flirt with him. Deep down, you know he isn’t (if he was, he wouldn’t be with you right now, risking at least a three day-long fever) but you want him to say it. 
Mingyu just tilts his head a bit, a soft smile on his face as he tries to show you you have nothing to worry about. “Not in her, no.”
This time you smile back, a quiet ‘good’ falling off your lips as you place your hands on his forearms, palming his muscles through the sleeves. “Just wanted to make sure, y’know.”
He knows. 
Now it’s his turn to ask questions though.
“Why didn’t you say anything during Truth or Dare?” The question comes off strong, completely out of nowhere and causing your eyes to widen in shock. You weren’t expecting him to mention the game and how much you had embarrassed yourself.
You’re quick to answer though, in all honesty. “Because the others didn’t have to know.”
Mingyu smirks, liking the way your face heats up whenever he does or says something. He feels like your eyes can’t take him in wholly, going from one part to another frantically as they slide over his upper body. “And can I?” 
Your eyebrows furrow after his teasing tone makes an appearance again and he has to stop himself from letting out a chuckle. You’re almost pouting too, lower lip jutting out and unintentionally showing off your pretty lipgloss. You cross your arms, nails digging in your own forearms as the cold suddenly takes over you again. “I think it’s pretty obvious, don’t you think?”
A beat of silence, and then, “I want you to say it.”
He’s begging for it, pleading eyes boring into yours. His voice sounds somewhat more whiny as he starts to rub your sleeveless arms, making the goosebumps disappear. It’s not the first time you’ve seen Mingyu use his puppy eyes, he usually brings them out when someone teases him or when he needs something, and today, it’s the latter. 
Once again, you find yourself unable to refuse Mingyu anything. 
“I should have said your name when Minghao asked.”
Then he’s smiling again, happy you finally (kinda) admitted what you two should have confessed months earlier. He didn’t think you would give in so quickly, making him beam in excitement. His eyes are full of joy and his cheeks are rosy– you like to think it’s because of what you said, but the alcohol could still be playing a part in it.
You didn’t even feel tipsy anymore, no blurred vision or imperfect balance. It’s the first time you’ve sobered up so quickly, and you entirely thank Mingyu for it. 
You truly don’t know how much time passed since you stepped foot onto the balcony, the cold weather dragging every minute out but Mingyu’s presence speeding everything up. The music seemed to have calmed down a lot since the beginning of the night, and when you glance around Mingyu and into the apartment, you notice you can actually now make out the furniture and picture frames in the hallway. The kitchen and hallway are mainly empty but you can still hear chatter and laughter coming from the living room, concluding the rest of the guests are probably scattered all over the couches.
When your thoughts are all over the place, a slight pinch at your hip wakes you up, bringing you back to reality– on the balcony, and still in Mingyu’s arms. He chuckles, smoothing down your dress where he pinched you, rubbing over the now sore spot as you slowly wince. 
He looks behind him, into his apartment, where you were previously staring at and comes to the same conclusion as you. 
You’re all alone, with no one around. 
That thought alone makes him gulp. Fuck, was he always this nervous around girls?
It’s a silly question, because he knows he’s only ever that nervous when it comes to you.
He’s nervous, but he still craves for more so he focuses on you again. On your pretty eyes and how much they glisten in the moonlight. On your soft hair and how perfectly his hand fits in the nape of your neck, playing with a few strands. On your pretty lips and how he wishes he could just kiss away the lipgloss, so that you’d have to apply it again and he could then mess it up again.  
Mingyu needs you now, and if that means speaking without a filter, then so be it– a sacrifice he’s more than willing to give. 
“Are you going to kiss me now?”
You giggle and he feels dumb. But then you smile so deeply that he falls in love all over again. And he thinks you’re with no doubt the most beautiful soul he’s ever met. 
Your hands start to travel back up from his forearms to his biceps, before landing on his shoulders, where they squeeze his muscles, the tension in them all too familiar. You eye him, entirely this time, taking your time to appreciate every single part of him. 
You stare a bit too long at his neck and Mingyu blushes, unaware of how he’s supposed to react to this sudden onslaught of attention. Your hands move up to his jaw, holding his face close to yours as you stroke both his cheeks. 
You truly have him twisted around your finger. 
“Do you want me to?” It's an unnecessary question, but you want him to say it– just like Mingyu wanted you to before. Mingyu thinks he’s on the verge of collapsing, the only thing still keeping him upright are your hands on him and his on your waist and the railing. 
He’s desperate as he catches both of your wrists and kisses them each, before bringing your right arm up to wrap around his neck. He’s slow but determined and it sends shivers down your spine. Your nails scratch against the nape of his neck and he groans, clearly affected by it– by you. 
“Please, Yn.”
Your left arm soon joins the other one around his neck and Mingyu has to mentally restrain himself from rushing whatever good is supposed to happen. When both your arms are loosely hanging around his neck, your bodies are closer than ever, chests pressed against each other, warmth engulfing you entirely.  
Your sweet voice is the last thing he hears before his mind circuits. “Guess it’s time for your second gift then.”
And then you’re standing on your tip-toes, closing the small distance between you two and finally, finally stopping the seemingly endless torture. 
Your lips smash against his and it’s so aggressive because you can’t control yourself anymore. His lips feel soft and delicate against yours and you think you might end up breaking them– you wish you would. 
Mingyu holds a strong grip onto your waist, his arm circling around it to make sure you don’t shy away again. His other hand is on the side of your neck, holding onto your face as he pushes you against the balcony railing. 
One of the first things he notices is your raspberry flavored lip gloss– which he swears he knows he will never get enough of– and the slight hint of alcohol on your lips. It’s enamoring, enticing and everything he’s ever wanted. 
You run out of breath quickly but you don’t stop, you refuse to, physically unable to separate yourself from him. It’s Mingyu who backs away first, leaving you desperate for more, chasing after his lips. You gasp for air, head spinning at the utterly new but heavenly feeling while Mingyu attacks your neck, jaw, and everything that could make your eyes roll back.
Your hands are gripping onto his shirt, nails clawing at his back as Mingyu takes pleasure in pressing kisses onto your skin, going from your neck down to your cleavage and stopping when his chin grazes the fabric of your dress.
Mingyu groans when you pull at his hair, biting and sucking at your neck before planting a last kiss on your collarbone, quickly coming back up to your lips. He swears he can’t live anymore without kissing you. 
You drag Mingyu closer to you by the collar of his shirt, and then he’s kissing you again. His lips were determined and unrelenting, not letting go of you. He was addicted, goosebumps taking over his body as he bit down on your lower lip. You whined at the metal taste in your mouth, craning your neck for more. 
Mingyu chuckled against your lips, kissing them slowly before sliding his tongue against your lower lip to soothe the bite. He’s barely leaving you alive, completely breathless but still– always–  aching for more. 
His mouth was devouring you and you just couldn’t get enough– both of you, too absorbed in your own little bubble to even notice the weather was becoming gradually worse, rain falling out of the sky in a downpour. 
His tongue slid against your lips, again, before entering your mouth. Your hands holding onto Mingyu’s shoulders weren’t enough to get you anchored, legs trembling as he held onto your waist, muscles flexing. 
Mingyu’s warmth surrounded you completely, to the point where you felt like you couldn't breathe properly. Mingyu had taken full control over you, as your mind was a total mess, and you were just able to follow his movements and beg for more.
You gripped onto his bicep as you arched your back, the rain drenching both of you to the core– not that you really cared anyway, the way Mingyu’s tongue fought with yours was what truly mattered. 
You were ruined– completely and devastatingly ruined for everyone who wasn’t Mingyu.  
Then he eventually parted from you, pressing one sweet kiss to your mouth and you almost teared up when you felt him smile against your lips. 
Mingyu was beautiful, soaking wet hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks and the tip of his ears spark red and his lips swollen, red and plump from kissing you. His chest is heaving as you stare up at him, not caring in the slightest about the rain messing up your makeup and outfit. 
His hands slowly lift up to your face, holding it so softly your heart skips a beat. His thumb sweeps over your cheekbone and he leans towards you, nuzzling your nose with his. 
Mingyu’s eyes literally shine and your lips part in awe.
You stare too much but Mingyu doesn’t force you to look away, because he’s sure he’s staring just as much. 
It’s only when you lean back into his arms that Mingyu notices the lingering taste of raspberry on his lips. He grins and he hopes that your lip color stained his lips, so that when you go back inside, your friends know that you’re his now– not that they weren’t aware before. 
And when you lift your head to look at him, arms circled around his waist, your smudged lipgloss is enough to make him want more. 
“Happy fucking birthday to me.”
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getodrools · 2 months
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𐙚 GIVE ME A “D”: TOJI FUSHIGURO!
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IN WHICH, cheer coach! toji has to teach the cute bimbo of the team how to arch and stretch better…
I 𝓲. I MDNI ୨୧ f! reader. hcs and pov. college au. dub con-ish: he’s vv touchy and reader is oblivious. age gap: reader; early 20s, toji; 40s. public sex: under the bleachers. size difference. spanking: x1. overstimulation. | WC –> 1.0k+ est ! !
NOTE. this is a repost from my old blog !! :p
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⟡ | CHEER COACH! TOJI who watches closely from afar while smacking on some—now flavorless gum as you stretch with your crew in the green fields; watching how those sparkly little uniforms wrap and stretch with your body that flows in routine. the teasing thin and sheer skirt flapping up and exposing your perk ass in those tight blue shorts stopping right at the cup of your bottom...
⟡ | CHEER COACH! TOJI who blows his whistle hard; chest puffing out in annoyance every time your footing is just off by a sliver, making the excuse to slide a firm hand across your lower back. forcing a bow to form at the rough correction; his groin almost bumping close to you when you land – landing with off footing, pushing the larger man to wrap tone arms around your sides to help balance you out, even feeling the tight squeeze he grasps with; it's almost bruising...
⟡ | CHEER COACH! TOJI who scoffs out how much he has to help you out and remind you what you're doing wrong, but that cute little look you perk up at him with... he just couldn't stay mad. and you listen to the older man school you and fondle with your body into different positions ‘til you are almost puppy-eyed. it makes him sigh, giving you another chance and telling you to stretch more before doing more stunts...
⟡ | CHEER COACH! TOJI who finally had enough after witnessing you forget basic routine; doing the wrong move and repeating another and it makes him finally gruff out, “stay after, you need extra practice.” and as the other girls gather their things before leaving; watching with a sulk and hunch you might get kicked off the team, you wait with a twisted stomach...
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“now, lift your leg-- like this.”
a firm hand digs deep into the thick of your thigh. lifting your leg with ease and holding you into place as toji bends his own to get a different, yet deeper angle. he uses his free hand to swat a cruel hit against the globe of your ass, forcing a wanted whine out of you,
“yes! coach!” your lower body tingled. almost numb at the rough skin-to-skin clashing with sweat between…
unconsciously and practically whorish, you rut harder back into your coach's tight hold. feeling your slick walls stretching and molding to his length; how his cock pokes and prods at the wet heat between your legs so deliciously.
“see-- fuck, it's not that hard.” toji groans as he draws his cock out; leaking tip never leaving before fucking himself back in swiftly. filling you to the hilt with each languid stroke as he does.
it was almost pitiful how he made you practically tremble beneath him. how pitiful you were to mindlessly follow him beneath the bleachers for extra practice… and how mr. fushiguro even told you're pitiful self that this was the best way to relax all of your muscles to make stretching easier in the future.
it was working too—well, your body was getting looser, almost dangling off from his like some wet rag.
at each bounce, he thrusted you forward with a jolting shock of a need for mercy. the teetering fill of his cock in your tummy brought stars to your eyes and almost made you want to cry out in overstimulation. but the ache building up made you only grip harder against the rails to keep taking the sauntering man in deeper. toji couldn't help himself either, almost growling at the clench you clamp down with; spongy walls sucking him in and creaming a translucent, milky ring at the base of his cock…
this pretty view made the man suck in hard. teeth gritting together. almost as if you knew those green and preying eyes always followed yours, making this clashing to be more lustful and impatient.
as if you always knew how his confines got stiff when you would stretch with your team. he'd stare, hard, practically ogling at you during stunts.
as if you knew the amount of times he had to walk away and jerk one-off in his office from the pure sight of you jumping around; tits and ass jiggling in your uniform. only for that pretty smile to be the topping of it all.
so innocent...
but so stupid.
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threebodybot · 5 months
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khjswifey · 1 year
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{Forever You Are My Star} [K.HJ]
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Kim Hongjoong x Atiny!Reader
Idol Au, Long distance relationship au
After two long years of dating, you finally get to meet you boyfriend and at your favorite group's concert too! But hold on...the leaders voice sounds a bit familiar.
A/N: I hope you all enjoy my first fanfic! I want to continue this lil au, and possible make more for the other members! Let me know if you would be interested in that, Other than that:
Happy Reading!
Tags: @soobinshouseplant
𓂂 ♱⠀◌ ⠀◯ ⭑ ⸱ ៰ ͘ ࣭ ⠀𓂂 ♱⠀◌ • 𓂂 ♱⠀◌ ⠀◯ ⭑ ⸱ ៰ ͘ ࣭ ⠀𓂂 ♱⠀◌ •
“Hey Baby..”
“Hiii…”
A soft chuckle filtered through your phone speaker. 
“I’m sorry for calling you so late…”
“Joon, that’s completely fine, You know I stay up late anyways…”
You hear a sigh before he begins to talk again.
“Baby.?”
“Yeah?”
“You still live in (city name), right?”
“Yea, why do you ask?” You asked, curiosity/excitement lacing your tone. Your boyfriend chuckles at you, “Well, we’ll finally be able to meet!” You gasped in excitement, nearly falling off your bed.
You and your boyfriend, Joon, had been dating for about 2 years now, and yes it was a long distance relationship.
The two of you had met online through your art twitter. You did a lot of fanart of your favorite kpop group, Ateez, as well as tattoo ideas. The tattoo designs are what introduced you to your loving boyfriend.
He replied under one of your posts, interested in commissioning a design and it has been you and him against the world ever since. 
Yes, you don’t know how he looks, and he may have various different pictures of you, but you put all your trust in him and you highly doubted he was a catfish.
He always showered you with gifts, and always called you when he got the time to. He rarely showed his face, but you saw his desk and his work area.
You believed he was real and you were excited at the prospect of finally being able to meet him.
“I can tell you’re excited…” Joon started, “I am too..I can’t wait to hold you…” You felt your face heat up as you heard him mumble something in Korean under his breath. 
“What was that?”
“I said I can’t wait to hold you and have you whimpering underneath me, Jagi..”
You squealed in embarrassment as you slammed your phone on the bed. You heard him laughing at you before calling your name.
The two of you sat in silence for a little while after that, nothing but the soft clicking of your boyfriend's laptop coming through the speakers. He finally spoke up again with a little chuckle.
“Well…I bought you a concert ticket…” 
“Joon!”
“What? I thought it was a good idea since we both like concerts~!”
You only hummed in response, not having the time to argue with him tonight, your phone pinged and you sighed.
“I’ll see you in two days!”
“See you~”
Your phone hung up and you went to check your Ticketmaster account, your eyes widened,
You got the tickets! -
X1 Atiny VIP Ticket
My future husband: You’re welcome~
My future husband: I love you.
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“Y/n, how do you know he will be there?’
“Don’t you think you’re being used..’
You groaned at your friend. “F/n. I don’t think a catfish would drop the money for this ticket like that. It was expensive.”
“So!? Maybe he’ll try to use a little money to kidnap you!”
You grew frustrated as you did your makeup. You had told F/n about what had happened and to make sure you were safe, she was coming along.
F/n was never supportive of your relationship, always judging you for ‘wasting’ your time on a dude that you are only just now meeting. But you also couldn’t blame her, girls did go missing when meeting their online boyfriends. But no matter how you tried to convince her, she wouldn’t listen to you. She didn’t even like Ateez! So she was basically wasting her money.
“What if he’s lying to you about his identity-”
“That’s enough, F/n!!” You yelled at her, finally snapping from the constant negative comments. “If you wanna come then come. But if you’re not going to shut the fuck up already!” 
F/n stared at you in shock. “How dare you? I’m trying to keep you from getting catfished!!” She yelled back and you rolled your eyes pushing past her, grabbing your bag. 
You got your keys and looked at her, “Find your own ride to the damn concert. Don’t bother being around me.” You said leaving her behind.
You were actually surprised she even still came to the concert. You glared at her and she gave you an apologetic look when she caught up to you. 
When you walked into (venue name), you beamed with excitement. Not only were you going to finally meet your boyfriend, you got to see your all time favorite kpop group!
It was refreshing to be around fellow Atiny, you chatted with several around you in the pit. You ended up getting real close from you leaving early. Your blood was pumping through your body when the lights finally dimmed. You screamed as you watched as the members of Ateez came onto the stage.
It felt unreal, it didn’t feel real at all. You couldn’t believe that you were finally here. A couple of songs had gone by when you finally found the time to let your boyfriend know where you were. But you were shocked to see a message from him around 2 years ago that simply said;
“Look at the stage.”
When you looked back up, you locked eyes with Kim Hongjoong, the leader of Ateez, your bias, your Ult bias to be exact. His eyes were locked on you as he introduced himself to the crowd. Your brain froze. 
When he spoke, his voice sounded familiar, and not just from you listening to music. No it was like you knew him on a personal level.
“F/n…” You said, capturing your friends' attention, concerned at your tone. “What’s wrong? Is it that boy?” She asked.
You looked back up to the stage, watching as Ateez prepared for their next set of songs.
“I think my boyfriend is the leader of Ateez..”
“...You mean as a joke right…?”
“....”
“...oh…”
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“What do you mean you think your boyfriend is a member of Ateez!?” 
It was after the concert, and you were instructed by your boyfriend to meet him afterwards backstage. All you had to do was tell the security your name and they led you to where you were now.
F/n was very skeptical and was weary about leaving you alone, but after a while of convincing she finally left, making sure she had you added on Life360 just in case.
You stood there waiting, watching as various staff members worked around you. You were starting to think that he wasn’t going to come at all.
You looked down at your phone and sighed, turning to leave.
“Baby!” 
You whip around to find the owner of the voice, and lo and behold it was Kim Hongjoong. He was now dressed comfortably, makeup gone and a soft blush on his face with a lazy smile.
You smile wide and run up to him, nearly tackling him to the ground with a hug. He laughs and wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly as if you were going to vanish if he let go.
When he did let go, he pulled away a bit to place a kiss on your lips. You melted into his grasp only pulling away when you needed air from the male. 
The two of you looked at each other for a while. One half of you wanted to fight him for lying to you, but you knew he had his reasons, but the other was so happy that he was real and that he was not only your idol, but your lover.
“Hongjoongie…” You mumbled, hiding your face in his chest.
He chuckled as he held you close to him, “It’s so nice to hear you say my name…” He replied, finally pulling away.
When he did, he held your hands and swung them back and forth. He looked like a lovesick puppy, his eyes filled with love and adoration.
“Do you have anywhere else to go?...” 
“No not really…”
“Well…could you maybe come back with me?”
You giggle at his bashfulness, nodding. “Of course, You have a lot of explaining to do..”
Hongjoong smiles before pulling you along with him.
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Hongjoong paid for your visit to his hotel room, not leaving until he made sure you were safely on your way.
When you got there, you finally got to meet the other members, it was surreal for you. Just yesterday you were catching up on missed content, laughing as you watched Ateez go about their antics. Now you are meeting them and apparently dating their leader.
To say you were nervous would be an understatement, you were nearly shitting bricks. 
But it actually went over well, Hongjoong introduced you to them one by one. You happily introduced yourself, shaking their hands until you got to Wooyoung, who had a smug grin.
“You’re really pretty. No wonder cap-” He was cut off by Hongjoong flinging something at him. You giggled at this as the rest of the evening with the boys went fine. It was spent with you explaining how you met Hongjoong, talking about how much you loved their music and how you really appreciated how nice they were being to him.
Later on, Hongjoong led you to his room, which you tilted your head at.
“I thought you guys shared rooms when you went on tour?”
“We do, the guys wanted to give us privacy though..”
You felt your face heat up as you walked over and flopped on the bed. Hongjoong then joined you, leaning his head on your stomach.
The two of you sat in silence for a while, basking in the silence before he spoke up.
“I’m sorry…” He started, moving to sit up, you moved to sit up at the head board. 
“Hon-”
“I’m sorry for not telling you who I was y/n…I was scared…” He admits and it hurt your heart with how he avoided eye contact. He sighed before finally turning to you.
“When I found out you were an Atiny..I got scared. I thought you were only gonna like me because of who I am on stage…” You watched him carefully as he continued. 
“I thought you weren’t gonna love me for me…So I hid it. It’s why I rarely showed my face when we talked. But when I saw your face…” Hongjoong reached over to cup your cheek, eyes misty. You felt your own tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to fall.
“Hongjoong…” You started moving closer to the male, your faces barely touching. “I’m in love with you…all of you…the Idol you and the normal you. Yes I may be an Atiny, but I love you. Not your career.” You say softly leaning on him. 
“I was worried…that you wouldn’t like me once you met me. That you would’ve thought I was a weirdo or that-mmph!” Your rant was cut off by Hongjoong kissing you, he pulled you into his arms, your eyes widened as he silenced you. They eventually fluttered closed as he deepened the kiss, only pulling away to hide his face in the crook of your neck.
“You’re always loved by me…I trust you y/n..”
A small smile ghosted across your features as the two of you stayed that way for a while.
You felt at peace knowing that you could now love both forms of him..
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You were sad when you had to say goodbye to your boyfriend. One night was definitely not enough time for you to get all what you had to say to him off your chest.
And there was obviously a lot more that Hongjoong wanted to do, but that would have to wait for the next time you would meet.
So when you got home, you were watching through your concert footage when you got a notification.
‘Ateez_official_ has made a post’
You clicked it and felt your heart do a mini flip.
‘[#Hong_stagram] Forever you are my star ❤️’
It was a black and white picture of the two of you holding hands with the caption;
‘[#Hong_stagram] Forever you are my star <3’
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elympios · 2 years
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I will say tho. I just realised the manga literally just. writes Gaius out as a party member??? Which also made me realise just how little he has to do in the main story.
He never joins the party at all until Canaan appears, because they never get the Waymarker from Wingul, the Odin Waymarker is also skipped but hes not in that chapter either iirc? hes not present for Fractured Milla’s death, and he isn’t brought along for Victor’s FD, and everything between then and Julius dying doesn’t involve him either I think.
So yeah the manga just doesn’t have him join the party until the story is literally over. WOW.
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desultory-novice · 2 months
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"Evigheden"
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"...I'm sorry..."
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"...Hee! Noir, you smell kinda moldy." "Yeah? And now you're going to smell that way too."
"...Because I'm not letting you go for anything."
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Sometimes, the collar is a metaphor...
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[Apologies AU Masterpost]
Also sorry if the first panel is unclear. Adeleine isn't trying to clumsily remove the visor, she's reaching in to touch his face to let him know she's there, as Noir is blind and deaf in this particular form, outside of what information the petals take in and transmit to him. They can't recognize qualities of the voice, ie, that it is his beloved little sister, simply that "some" voice is talking to him. They are also what transmits his "voice" (more like a droll, ghosty monotone) outwards.
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Anyway, I was revisiting some of my favorite fairy tales, including HC Andersen's "The Snow Queen" (where the title originates) when I realized just how well parts of that story fit Adeleine and Noir.
In seconds, I'd written up a fresh script and was drawing this. It's a little rushed/uneven because I pushed myself to finish as quick as possible so that this could be my official last art post before my surgery tomorrow, figuring it was a good note to leave things on.
Call it ~fairy tale magic~ (although I imagine this is set sometime AFTER the Dark Matter Trilogy rather than during. Perhaps after Zero's "favorite tool" was discovered to be broken beyond repair and with Zero itself destroyed, 02 and the rest of the Dark Matter cut him off from the hive and left him to starve to death in the ruins of Shiver Star, where Adeleine eventually discovers him after revisiting her journey with the others) ...but at least we've got x1 Noir saved now!
(...How many more to go...? ^^; )
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Because I know you folks care about lore, drone-type or unhatched Dark Matter "feed" off energy provided from the Hive Queen and they will burn in the light without their queen's protection.
Main game Shiver Star is actually MANY years removed from the Shiver Star Adeleine and Noir grew up on. (Adeleine fell through a dimensional rift halfway off planet and wound up on Popstar YEARS later than she left. It's a...complicated...story I'll tell later, while Noir has been Dark Matter for much longer than it seems) So, in addition to there being no more people there, there is significantly less of the kind of light that harms Dark Matter. (Is it, in fact, DUE to the lack of living creatures on the planet?? Dun-dun-dun?!)
Speaking of lore: "Wasn't there a literal parasite inside this version of Noir?? Like, an eyeball in his chest? Is that just gone now?"
Fufufu...
It is not GONE, for no one goes through life without some consequences. Though it was starved into hibernation and made further dormant by ~the healing power of love~ Noir does retain some piece of Dark Matter living inside him. A creature inside that grows stronger feeding off his negative emotions. 
He will simply have to learn to control it instead of giving in.
...Just like the rest of us humans. ^_-
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YOUTH BLOSSOM 🪷
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sypnosis :: L/N Y/N, the IT girl of Decelis Academy, has always been expected to date Hwang Intak, the IT boy of Decelis Academy. They were both off-limits for everyone but each other and every single student at Decelis Academy knew that. However, this expectation is challenged when her best friend Pham Hanni, suddenly announces her "secret crush" on the same guy as her?! Y/N can't tell if she's lucky or not when one day during cleaning time, her fellow classmate Yang Jungwon, offers to fake date her and get Pham Hanni off of her back about her own crush on Hwang Intak after the supposed confession that happened.
(Heavily inspired by the webtoon "Seasons of Blossom" Bomi's Flower)
pairing(s) :: gamer! jungwon x IT girl! reader, slight IT boy! intak x IT girl! reader
genre :: non-idol au, high school au, smau, opposites attract, fake dating trope, strangers to lovers, minor love triangle, fluff, angst, romance, slice of life, crack
featuring :: Wonyoung - IVE (faceclaim), Enhypen, Hanni - NewJeans, Keeho & Jongseob & Intak & Soul - P1Harmony, Hikaru & Youngeun - Kep1er, etc.
warnings :: swearing, kys/kms jokes, [the rest will be posted with the chapters]
status :: ongoing! [starting april 7]
NOTE :: this smau does not at all, reflect what the idols would be like in real life. this is 100% FICTION and they are written how they are for the sake of the story.
authors note :: hello hi this is my first smau and i'm very excited to start it! first chapter should be posted within a week or so :3
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CLIQUES :: star girls 🌟 / W wingmen 💪 / league 🤢 players / extras
EPISODES
Ep 1. ungrateful ass BITCH [smau + written]
Ep 2. BREAKING! [smau + written]
Bonus Ep. jake's emo streak
Ep 3. sunoo detective era
Ep 4. y/n notice x1!!
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taglist is open! send an ask off anon or comment under any chapter to be added!
TAGLIST :: @ifearjwn @iaaah @aki1e @ensrfm @whippedforbeomgyu @enhafika @artstaeh @weyukinluv @astrae4 @woncheecks @enhy4me2
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