#Slowly making my way through open events again lolol

[abellaheart-blog]

Hello, I want to start off by saying happy birthday! I hope it's awesome!

For the matchmaking event (I hope I do this right haha-), can I have the Tea reading, tarot card, and love fortune? My tea of choice is black (I'm basic lolol), my favorite animal is a bunny, and I choose the present.

I'm she/they, with green eyes, white skin, and shoulder length pink hair, and I'm 5'4" (~163 cm). I'm unlabeled but attracted to everyone and I'm 19. (My picrew)

I typically like confident, laid back people who have a good sense of humor and are ambitious. My favorite flower is the Lily of the Valley. I don't mind villain/antagonist matches, and the anime I choose are Tokyo Revengers or Yugioh DM/S0.

Out of TR, I would prefer not to be matched with Emma, Chifuyu, Kisaki, the Haitani Brothers, or Sanzu. From YGO, I prefer not to be matched with Anzu, Jounouchi, or Honda (I know that cuts out a lot of the main cast, but I never really connected with their characters-)

Thank you for reading all the way through this, it's a lot more than I thought haha- again, happy birthday and I hope you have an awesome day!

Fortune Teller Match Maker 🔮 Anime Matchups 💘

Thanks for the birthday message, very sweet! I appreciate your patience. I hope you enjoy your matchup. Also I understand not feeling that way towards certain characters.

Tokyo Revengers

Abella gives you a gasp upon your first request. She is looking forward to making a tea reading for you. She's done palm readings or love fortunes all day. It's nice to be requested a different match making fortune. She guides you to her round table at the center of the tent. It's filled with various objects but she waves her hand to make the items disappear with a puff of pink smoke.

You're seated on a stack of square shaped pillows while she's across the table with a teapot. She asks you what sort of tea you'd be interested in drinking. She doesn't think much when you ask for black tea. Many individuals ask for black tea when she does these readings. You notice the teapot is white, covered in pink and red heart prints. The teacup beside her is pink but the interior is covered in various designs not familiar to you. You assume its a part of the tea reading. She pours the tea leaves in the teacup and begins her instructions.

"Once your tea is at the perfect temperature to drink, I'll need you to ponder a question for this tea reading. Do not share it with me. I'll need you to think of the question and to pick one before you finish drinking."

"Will I need to drink the entire cup?"

"Yes but leave about a tablespoon of tea left behind in the cup." She nods.

You notice the teacup and saucer are pink but the inside of the cup has designs you're not familiar with. Her teapot is adorable is white with red and pink heart prints. She is preparing your tea for you.

"Do remember this reading will be about romance, a question leading to romance sounds most appropriate since its why you're here."

The hearts on her face are glowing while her eyes are closed. She is reflecting on her intentions and begins transferring her energy into the tea leaves. You drink your tea once she hands you the saucer and cup. You leave a tablespoon of liquid in the cup while thinking of your question.

"I wish to know the relationship of my romantic interest and myself will be like?" You finally decide on this question in your thoughts.

Abella gently picks up the teacup and saucer. She uses her left hand to swirl the tea left to right three times. Slowly the fortune teller carefully inverts the cup over the pink saucer. She closes her eyes for one minute, you notice the hearts on her face are glowing so it was intentional. Once she opens her eyes she rotates the cup three times again. She turns the cup upright, positioning the handle south. 

She obverses remains of the tea leaves inside the cup. The aroma was very pleasant. She reveals an image of scattered rabbits in the cup. They look adorable, your green eyes look over to Abella who has a soft smile directed towards you.

"It means your life is full of creativity and fortune. You will be astonished by how many peoples lives you will be able to uplift while everything you do is full of fortune I advise you do it with all your might. Don't avoid responsibilities as it's where new opportunities lie."

You think back to your question, you'll be able to uplift someone's life.. meaning your future romantic partner. You'll keep her fortune in mind.

"This could be very soon as I think the present will soon reveal the whereabouts of your true love. I take it you want a love fortune?"

You're shocked by her knowing your request. She giggles and snaps her fingers. A puff of pink smoke surrounds the table and its cleared off only leaving behind a hot pink crystal ball.

"To be able to predict your love, your true love must be revealed. If I may hold your hand or place my hand on your own so the reading is more accurate."

You hold out your hand to her allowing her to hold it. You feel her braclets and rings against your hand they feel warm. You notice the rings glimmer since the light off of the crystal ball is reflecting off them. You look back to Abella who has already begun. The hearts underneath her eyes are glowing pink as is her crystal ball. You notice a bright pink rose symbol surrounding you two on the ground.

You suddenly felt a light pull on your soul, almost as if you're floating. You feel odd and are glad its a love fortune about your potential partner. Abella is very focused but soon she begins talking. As the crystal ball is glowing you notice slowly your short pink hair is floating upwards as is Abella's long curls.

"I see... your true love is Majiro Sano but he also goes by the name Mikey."

The crystal ball reveals an image of a dark haired male with short hair, longer bangs, and dark eyes. His expression is calm.

"Mikey is most compatible with you due to your good fortune. He would respect you and love you. Since he respects you, it's safe to say you'd be a good voice of reason to him. That being said he's a leader of a gang but he shows all the traits you're attracted to. He is confident, laid very back, he shows having a good sense of humor, and he's also ambitious."

Your shocked to be paired with a leader of a gang but Abella gives you a reassuring look.

"Mikey is very loyal and protective. I can say his laid back personality shouldn't be underestimated but he's kind to all his loved ones. He's caring and comforting in that he's reassuring."

So far it all sounds so nice but the look in her brown eyes tell you she has something of most importance to tell you.

"Mikey has his fair share of trauma and without love or a voice of reason he loses himself. Your personality would mesh well with Mikey because if he were to fall in love with you he will hold your words in high regard."

It made sense to you, but you didn't understand the look of worry in her eyes. It seems she knows more about Mikey but she doesn't want to reveal it. She looks over to you knowing you'd be a wonderful match for him. Abella knows she tampered with Mikey's future but it seems to be a better influence on his life.

"How else may I help you?"

You decide to ask for a tarot card reading. She nods at your request and snaps her fingers again. The pink cloud appears then fades again leaving an empty table. Abella's pink tarot card deck is in front of her she begins shuffling. The pink rose symbol still surrounds you two only now you don't feel anything affecting your soul. The hearts lined up on her cheeks are glowing. She lines up with cards in front of you in a single long row.

"Pick two cards for now."

You follow her instructions holding the two cards while she shuffles then allows the cards to float in a vortex around the both of you. Abella doesn't seem to mind it since she's focused on your first card.

"I'll be giving insight to your path to romance through these cards. Let's start with the first one."

She flips the first pink card over revealing a nude couple. The background had a giant floating being above them surrounded by clouds.

"The lovers, as this card might indicate means a unique bond and deep connection between you and your lover. This card reveals a very authentic relationship built on mutual trust and respect."

You thought it was very lovely knowing you'd potentially have such relationship. Abella is blushing because she's thinking about how romantic this is for you. She's excited to see what your next card will reveal. She turns the next pink tarot card over revealing an image of a rainbow over a couple with their backs turned. The background reveals beautiful meadows, a home, and beside the couple are children dancing. The fortune tellers eyes widen with joy.

"Ten of cups, this means love, peace, and teamwork. For you and your true love I can say it means you'll both have emotional fulfillment and lasting happiness. How wonderful."

You take in all her words with a big smile on your black painted lips. Your dark shade of lipstick revealing a brighter smile upon your face. Abella knows this is truly meant to be, you and Mikey seem to have a good path ahead of you. She leads you to the center of her tent to show you a portal. She summons it with the huge pink rose symbol on the ground. The white portal is at the center. Abella has parting words for you before you leave.

"I understand the cards are in your favor but I also want to express that some relationships don't work out and if for some reason tonight doesn't work out it shouldn't dishearten you. There's still plenty of opportunities for the path of love."

You understand her very well. You give her a goodbye before stepping into the portal supposedly leading you to Mikey. You end up in the city but don't see anyone around. You hear motorcycles in the distance and they slowly become louder. You notice several of them passing by they're all going so fast. It wasn't long until you noticed many gangs wandering about in your presence. You become a bit intimidated since it looks like they're all opposing gangs ready to start fights from the looks of it. Many ugly looks are passed through the various groups of young men.

"Mikey!" You heard someone call in the background.

You're unsure how this will go until you're in between two dark haired men having an argument. One is tall with a braid while the other is short. He looks familiar until you get a good look at him and realize he's the Mikey from your fortunes. Your eyes widen seeing him in person. You would be a bit more surprised if him and his friend weren't in the middle of a ridiculous argument.

"You think its funny drawing on my face, do you?" The tall one with the braid said with a frustrated look.

"It's a small prank, Ken-chin. Lighten up." Mikey said in a sing-song voice.

His friends eye is twitching. While the argument was humorous in its own you noticed something wrong must've happened since all the other gangs left when they arrived. You didn't know it was because these two were feared but you wanted to warn them as it's dangerous in the streets.

"I noticed the others left, do you two think something happened? It's awfully suspicious." You say.

They finally notice you and look around at the empty street. Your words ring true but Mikey laughs it off.

"There's no need to fear. They probably drove off to fight else where."

Draken didn't think much of the situation either. He's wondering where you came from as he didn't see you at first considering he towered over your form. Mikey being shorter than you should've noticed you but Draken is used to Mikey's nonsense.

"Who are you?" Draken decides to ask.

You introduce yourself and ask them for their names. They give you their names then greet you. You then read out the name of their gang based on the writing you see on their jackets. It's then they realize you have not a clue about who they are. Mikey thinks its funny how you're unafraid of him meanwhile actual gang members are.

"You two sure don't act like you're in a gang." You said, forgetting Mikey's position as a leader.

Mikey is amused by your words, laughing while Draken is offended. He's about to defend Mikey's honor until you decide to ask them why they were arguing. Funnily enough they both forget the reasoning, laughing it off. You decide not to remind them since it looked like their fighting wouldn't be pretty.

Opposing gangs arrived ready to challenge Mikey. He wasn't fazed by their threats. While Draken took care of them Mikey decides to chat with you. You would be worried about Draken but he's taking care of the men as if it was no challenge, which is wasn't. Mikey is amused by your answers.

"Will your friend be okay? We should help."

"It won't be necessary. Draken is powerful and he doesn't have a scratch on him."

"As long as he will be okay. It's good to have a friends back."

Mikey smiles agreeing with you. He continues talking to you and before you know it you're riding on the back of his motorcycle. He offered to take you to see a nice view, hoping you'd accept the offer for the date. You agreed but reminded him about his friend. He waved it off mentioning how Draken can take care of himself.

Mikey takes you to a grassy area with a nice view of the sky. He's relaxing himself by laying down with his eyes closed as he talks to you. He seems to be amused. He's secretly thinking to himself about how much he's enjoying talking to you. He thinks you've got a good head on your shoulders from your previous actions and conversations he's had with you.

You two end up spending hours together and Mikey even promises you another date. He's currently laying his head on your lap and making you laugh. You agree to the next date and he gives you a ride back into the city. You asked him to drop you off in a location not too far from Abella's tent. During the ride he's thinking about how nice it is to feel your arms around him. He certainly felt happy he got to ask you on a date.

When he drops you off he's still seated on his motorcycle as he's talking to you. He's admiring your beautiful green eyes and cotton candy pink hair. Your dark makeup brings out your best features to him, your eyes and smile. He bids you goodnight and kisses your cheek.

"Don't think about me too much." He said in a teasing tone.

You laugh before giving him your goodbye. Whether you kissed his cheek back is up to you but either way Mikey certainly enjoyed his date with you. He drives off forgetting he left Draken alone but you're sure it worked out well. You'll be sure to tell Mikey next time he should say something before leaving. If Draken wasn't so strong you would've told him yourself but you weren't too worried about him.

You enter Abella's tent noticing how she's removing her jewelry in front of her vanity. She notices your presence and greets you with a surprised expression.

"Nice seeing you, how did it go?"

You begin telling her about your date with Mikey. How much Mikey surprised you and how nice he was to talk to. Abella is very happy for you and expresses how she hopes the relationship blossoms into something special. She heads toward her planter before you leave. She holds out a flower for you, it's a lily of the valley. It's very beautiful and gives you a nice warm feeling inside your heart while holding it.

"This is for you, a gift from me. I want to tell you though Mikey may have some darkness in his heart he's willing to change for the betterment of his loved ones. There will be times he loses sight of what's important but thankfully he has someone like you at his side. I wish you both the best on your paths to love."

You thank her again and she hugs you before you leave. Abella smiles knowing the potential futures you two will be sharing, as there's different outcomes of Mikey's future depending on how his life pans out. In each future she saw you helping him at his lowest and guiding him back to the right path. Yes, Mikey would never lose sight of his true self when you're there for him. The flower given to you is a flower symbolizing purity, youth, sincerity, and discretion. But most importantly, it symbolizes happiness. The happiness you and Mikey will be sharing in your relationship.

#abella fortune teller event #abella fortune teller takeover #anime matchups #tokyo revengers matchup #anime matchup #matchup #official art #art not mine

[ncbodyknows]

「stand out, fit in。」

► A Choi Youngjae playlist

ONE OK ROCK - Stand Out Fit In

Try to colour inside their lines Try to live a life by design I just wanna be myself I Can’t be someone else, someone else

Living a life of hiding his past, Youngjae is constantly faced with the question of whether to follow his dreams of becoming someone of importance or just follow the stream and live his life quietly with no one ever taking much notice of him. For the longest of times he has lived pretending he was someone he wasn’t, and he’s tired of being someone that isn’t him. But who would fully accept who he really is?

MAN WITH A MISSION - The Anthem

Though defeated though we fail We will rise again yeah we will prevail Cause today's the day we sing To join and spread our wings let us roam 

One of the lessons he has had to learn in life is that even though the world seems dark and impossible, there is light on the other end of the road. Prone to giving into his depression, it has taken him a while to realise that endurance will prevail. Although stuck in another rut, this time Youngjae doesn’t take it as heavily as he would have done so a year prior, because he believes that one day he will win despite being on a losing spree momentarily.

SEKAI NO OWARI - Anti Hero

You know I don't give a damn about what's "right" Or pleasing everyone around me 'Cause I know this world that brought us life Wasn't made to keep everyone happy

He is not a good person, and he knows that very well. He has done things in his life that are morally detestable and sometimes even illegal in order to advance towards his goal, and he is not shy of trampling on others to achieve what he want. Most of it is a story from the past, but even to this day, Youngjae is very ego centred and focused on what is good for himself rather than those around him, for in the end each man is responsible for his own happiness.

Mukai Taichi - Reset

Because if I start running, hey look, I can catch The ticket to tomorrow that I had once let slip away. Because I’ll start from this place, I’ll reset it once more in order to take it back.

Despite having fallen from grace as his body gave out, Youngjae believes that he’s capable of getting back up. Right now it seems impossible to get back on his feet, but part of him, some part that he is suppressing in his confusion and not knowing what he actually wants, knows that he can make it back to where he was and even further than that. His current situation is merely a necessary reset caused by the fact that he wasn’t taking care of himself.

JIN ft. IA - Yuukei Yesterday

My attitude showed on my face; Mysteriously nervous, my voice went squeaky "I don't understand this! I'm goin' nuts!" Agh, I'm just such a moron!

When it comes to Youngjae’s love life, it is one big story about a boy who just couldn’t be honest with himself. Telling himself things like love is just a pain in the ass and that he’s not interested in a romantic relationship he tries to push the people who might care about him away from him. But who knows: there might be someone out there who finds that tsundere side of him endearing.

#rkplaylist #Slowly making my way through open events again lolol

[slasherbastard]

Brahms and

“I am damaged.”

(Gives me Heathers vibes lolol)

(gif credit: toloveakiwi)

Warnings: Angst. A lot of Angst, swearing, suicide mention Word count: 2112 Notes: I was this close to writing a bad ending with the manor burning down but I felt bad for Brahms in this one - ALSO if you read this before I edited the first paragraph I’m sorry for the confusion lmao

A fresh start was what you needed. You managed to get away from your family once you took a job across the country as an accountant but you got lost on what felt like a never ending road heading to the middle of nowhere. When you first discovered the Manor it was by accident. You’d been walking for who knows how long among roads surrounded by trees, scared you’d eventually end up trespassing onto someone’s property - but instead you found yourself outside big open gothic gates.

The sun was starting to set and you tried calling out to whoever might’ve been inside the house behind the black spiked fences for a good half hour before going against your morals and just going inside. That’s when you discovered a few odd things. You didn’t know whether to start on the fact that there was drying blood on the floor or the chalk-like substance beside it next to the broken glass belonging to the mirror on the wall, it was a lot to take in.

You assumed that whoever was in the house had decided to flee or maybe someone had broken in - not counting yourself - it was a bit much to think about considering the fact that you were tired as hell and just wanted to sleep. You saw some bunched up blankets and pillows on the couch just feet away from what looked like a legitimate crime scene and decided that sleeping would be a terrible idea, but you were so tired that once again your morals were abandoned as you passed out curled on the white couch cuddling up to the blanket.

That morning, you met the man in the porcelain mask.

You watched him with wide eyes and worried yourself with thoughts of him hurting you and the blood puddle from last night flashed like a ‘life before your eyes’ memory as you tried to imagine what this large figure could do to you - not sexually, although those thoughts were close behind. He got close and as much as the mask creeped you out and you prayed you were dreaming, he didn’t turn hostile, instead he just asked for your name in a high pitched child-like voice.

“Y-Y/N. I am so sorry if I intruded - do you live here? I was just getting ready to go if-”

“No. Stay.” Stay?

“I can explain, sir. I was just so tired and the gates were open and I just needed to-” You gripped your head as an ache hit, you couldn’t tell whether or not it was caused by your own rambling or if it was from the confusion of the events you’d witnessed and were witnessing.

The man - who you later found out was named Brahms - explained as little as you’d wanted. A doll and a list of rules, why? Who knows? Definitely not you, he just expected you to roll with it and so you did. You were a little scared of him so you decided to follow the rules if it meant keeping you alive.

Cut to a few weeks down the line. You’re still living in this gothic daydream of a house with a mysterious man who gave you Phantom of the Opera vibes, things were surprisingly going well for you. For example, you weren’t dead and as weird as it sounded, you and Brahms were now a thing.

Was it weird kissing porcelain lips rather than real ones? Yes. Was it weird falling asleep next to that face? Yes. Was it weird how he never took that damn mask off unless your eyes were covered? Yes. But you managed to deal with it.

When you said you wanted a fresh start this isn’t what you had in mind but weren’t really complaining at the same time. At last, you were happy. You always dreamed of living away from everyone in a cottage in the woods where your only responsibility was to bake bread and not worry about anything, and this was just as close as you were gonna get to that - a manor, where your only responsibility was to care for Brahms. He’s so mysterious, it makes you feel something that you couldn’t explain. But as weird and unexplainable as it truly was to you, you were still happy.

However, things started going sour after an incident that occurred after lunch one day. Brahms’ had woken up on the wrong side of the bed and he was constantly throwing tantrums over the smallest things. You’d just finished the dishes and Brahms was sulking around the dining room table shoving at the chairs and kicking the table legs every time he passed one.

You were growing sick of him and threw the dirty rag you were holding onto the counter and squawked at the older man. “Brahms! What is your problem?”

He stopped and looked up at you for a few seconds before a string of apologies fell out of your mouth, as genuine as they were they also seemed so shallow as you watched Brahms’ eyes. You weren’t standing close enough to see any twitches or expression in those eyes, but you did see what looked to be tears. It broke you.

That’s when Brahms started growing distant. Usually he loved being around you and lived and breathed you but now it just feels like the real Brahms is actually dead and haunting you. You thought It’d blow over in a few days - or in Brahms’ case, a few hours - but it didn’t. He continued to just linger like a ghost, you could feel him watching you but he’d never speak a word and if you tried to initiate a conversation with him he’d disappear.

He began spending more time in the walls and his side of the bed was now occupied by nothing, growing cold. His guilt from the other day was eating him alive and you weren’t actually sure if he’d been eating either since the meals you left him in the freezer stayed there. It worried you, but you couldn’t get through to him, which made you even more worried.

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That night you heard a loud bang come from downstairs and quickly sat up, swinging your legs over your bed and onto the floor you pushed yourself up and ran for the bedroom door. You opened it then stopped before going back in to grab your phone, switching the phone’s light on then making your way downstairs as quickly as you could. Brahms was on the floor, the fridge was open, and the pot of spaghetti you made for dinner was now sprawled across the kitchen floor. Brahms looked up at you and you expected to see shame in his eyes, but they looked dead instead - Not as if he didn’t regret his mistake or that he didn’t care, but he just seemed dead inside.

You knelt down beside him and reached for him but before you could say his name he was up and running for the closest entrance to the walls. “BRAHMS!” You called after him but he didn’t stop, so you ran after him. Being in the walls for the first time was weird but all those feelings felt as if they were miles away while Brahms was racing through your mind even quicker, he seemed to be moving faster as if he were trying to get away from you. You continued calling after him until he turned a corner into his loft and stopped dead in the middle of the room. He didn’t turn to meet your eyes or talk, he just stood there with his back to you looking down at the floor.

You took a few seconds to watch him just in case he was planning on doing something but he didn’t, he just stood there. You tried to step forward and reach for him but your limbs stayed put, so you let out the breath you’d been holding in. “Brahms, please.” Your words were shaky as you tried not to cry. “I told you, I’m sorry for raising my voice at you. I didn’t-”

You stopped when Brahms slowly turned to you - a part of you was relieved that he’d finally stopped ignoring you - and said those three words. “I am damaged.”

Neither of you spoke as you tried to collect your words but you couldn’t find the right words. “What?”

“I am damaged.”

“No you’re not Brahms-”

“YES I AM!” He raised his voice and you took a few steps back, bumping into the wall. “I am a monster.”

You were very confused at this moment, you thought Brahms was mad at you for yelling at him but he was mad at himself? You took a step forward but he took a step back, purposefully trying to keep some distance between the two of you.

“I’m a monster.”

“Brahms you are not a monster. You are not damaged, you’re not bad.” You tried to convince him as he began rummaging through a box on the floor, you began biting down on your thumbnail softly as he picked up what looked to be a news article and shoved it into your chest with a slight bit of force.

You looked down and grabbed the newspaper as he went to let go and you began reading. “I killed her.”

You clicked your tongue as you tried to take in this new information, you were finally starting to realise why he held so much back from you, especially when it came to his past. Letting out a breath you looked up at the man. “This doesn’t change how I feel about you.” You were shocked by the words that came out of your mouth and shocked that you meant everything you’d said. You were standing right next to a murderer and you weren’t scared.

Without warning Brahms ripped off his mask before stepping up to you, just inches away from your face as he screamed “What about this! Huh? I am not who you fucking think I am! I am fucking dam-” He bit his lip and quickly turned around, putting the mask back on and trying to quieten his sobs. “Just go. Before I hurt you, too.” he said in a hushed, calmer voice that you almost didn’t hear.

“No.” Brahms turned to you, he was just as confused as you were. “What else have you done. What else are you hiding from me?” You weren’t angry, still a little upset, but not angry.

“You’ll leave me, just like they all did.”

“Brahms trust me, I’m not going anywhere. I’ve done bad things too.” You let out an awkward laugh in an attempt to try to lighten the mood but it clearly failed as you cleared your throat and tried to act like it didn’t happen. “Please. I just want you to be honest with me.”

He didn’t respond. Instead he took the mask off and wiped away the stray tears before they could fall. Brahms began to dive into his past, from the murder of his childhood friend to the most recent murder that took place the night you arrived. He answered all your questions and watched you, still worried you’d go against your promises and run but you didn’t. You just stood there and listened, you were glad he was finally being honest - in return you told him about your past and even though it wasn’t as gruesome as his he still listened. By the end of that conversation you felt closer to Brahms, it felt like a twisted version of couple’s therapy but it worked. Brahms was still very surprised at the fact that you stayed even after he admitted to his crimes, he felt a bit sympathetic for you even.

That night the two of you fell asleep next to each other, woke up together, ate breakfast together, it was the most inseparable the two of you had been in months. After last night you’d expected a bittersweet ending - you expected to be kicked out, even - but you were only closer to him, the strange man who once wore a mask of porcelain.

This is as good as your life is going to get, and you’re still happy.

#brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire angst #brahms heelshire x reader #the boy #the boy 2016 #angst #slasher #writing

[jean-kayak]

Finally

Summary: A heated argument makes him accidentally confess his feelings

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x black!gn!reader

Warnings: a HUGE amount of angst, but don’t worry there’s a happy ending, brief mentions of alcohol consumption, one (1) bad chem joke, and a lot of tears

Word Count: 2,629

A/N: Um, you could say this is to make up for the Gojou angst I wrote earlier lolol, and I wanted to write for Kuroo cause I hadn’t written a fic for him yet and this is what came out of it

Tags: @her-majesty-kiara​, @iwascrybaby​​

​​Kuroo groans when he hears his doorbell ring, wondering who's bothering him during his one-person movie night, and he haphazardly gets off the couch, pausing the movie before he walks to the door.

The annoyed, apathetic look on his face is quickly wiped off when he sees you standing on his porch, eyes red. He sighs, wordlessly stepping to the side to let you in, softly closing the door as he follows you back into the living room.

He sits back in his spot with a heavy sigh, and you follow, but you don't sit right next to him, which is normal behavior whenever you come to him like this. He throws an arm over the couch as you sniffle, your eyes on your lap. "So, what was it this time?"

He hates how he has to add that every time you show up at his door. He's lost count, and he hates that too. You wipe at your eye before you shrug. "He broke it off," is all you say, your voice not loud but not quiet either.

And he hates how it seems like you've just come to terms with this situation. Every time there's a new boyfriend, there's a new issue. Sometimes he wants to grab you by your shoulders and shake you, hoping that it'll make you see that it doesn't have to be this way for you.

Kuroo sighs again. "I'm sorry," he responds. "You wanna go get something to eat?"

You scoff as you shake your head, finally looking at him. "Go ahead and say it," you suddenly speak up, and it makes Kuroo frown at you.

"What are you talking about?" he asks, raising his eyebrows at your sudden outburst and change in demeanor.

"I can hear it in your voice, Kuroo. Just go ahead and say it." The anger in your voice, makes him sit up.

"What are you going about? I--"

"Just say I told you so and get it over with." He falls silent for a few seconds. He guesses after the same event happening over and over again, he got worse at hiding his true feelings. "You sound like that every single time. God, it's so annoying."

Now it's his turn to scoff. "I'm sorry? I've been telling you for a while now that they weren't good enough for you," he argues, your words rubbing him in the completely wrong way.

"And how are you supposed to know that? You've never liked any guy that I've dated, and it's like you just wait for me to get my heart broken just so you can rub it in my face that you were right."

"That sounds like a you problem, y/n. You think I'd do that to hurt you? You think I'd lie to you?" His voice is starting to rise, and he's never liked doing that, but you're pissing him off. How you let yourself get treated is pissing him off.

"God, you are such an asshole," you spit before you're standing, and he's quick to follow, grabbing your wrist.

"I'm the asshole? Oh, that's fucking rich." You snatch your wrist out of his grip before turning to face him.

"What is it, Kuroo?" you start, your voice now matching his. "Why is it that every single guy isn't good enough for me? Are you sure you're not trying to tell me that it's the other way around?"

He clenches his jaw. He has to choose his next words carefully before this hellhole of an argument really blows over. But he doesn't know what to say, and his silence spurs you on.

"If you thought I was that bad of a person to be dating then why would you let me go out with them anyway?" He feels the anger bubbling violently in his chest, the cap on the lid about to bust. "You just wanted me to think lowly of myself?"

"Because I FUCKING LOVE YOU, and I know that I could treat you better than any of those guys combined!" he screams, his voice booming through the house, making you flinch violently.

And he's trying to calm himself down, realizing what he said. The fucking cat that he's been trying to keep in the bag just leaped out with flying colors. He looks at you, your face completely different than it was before his accidental confession.

The silence is literally making his ears ring as he looks down at the floor. "Get out." He stops you when he knows you're about to say something.

"Kuroo--"

"Get the fuck out." He doesn't look up. He can't. But he doesn't know what to do. He doesn't want to lose you, but he just did. He couldn't keep his fucking mouth shut and now he's paying the price.

"Fine," he hears you say, the words bitter. And he hears your footsteps moving towards the door, and the door opening.

And he jumps when he hears it slam.

He lays in his bed for days. The pillows and sheets are stained with tears, his head pounding from the consistent crying. The more he replays the scene in his head, the harder he cries.

He could barely reach for his phone without crying because usually, the first thing he does when he reaches for his phone is think of you. He gets stupid drunk, but that only makes him cry worse, his headache making his head feel like it's being split open.

He wants to smash everything that has any memories of you tainted on it, but every time he goes to shatter a picture frame, he can't let it go.

How could you ever think about yourself that way? About him? The last thing he ever wanted you to think was that he thought you weren't good enough. But his annoyance was winning out.

He was tired of you boasting about a new guy you were potentially about to go on a date with. How you would tell him about all the dates you went on. And then you would come to him, crying because they broke your heart.

He was tired of being the guy that helps you fix your broken heart instead of being the one that got to hold it.

And he ruined it all. He had just been fucking content with being your friend then none of this would be happening. He wouldnt've lost the person he loved the most.

He wanted to call you his so bad. He wanted you to be the first thing to wake up to and the last thing to see before he went to sleep. He wanted to kiss you under the mistletoe like in those stupid cliche Christmas movies.

He wanted to dance with you in the kitchen, no music playing, just the two of you, relishing in each other's touch. He wanted to get down on one knee and tell you everything that he loved about you. That he had been in love with you from the moment he met you. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but having the privilege of calling you his.

You were so close to him. Yet so, so far away.

But he put up with it. He watched you in a happy relationship, hoping it would get him to get over you. But it failed. No matter what he did, what he tried. It hurt to see you in a relationship, and it hurt to see you crying due to the relationship crumbling.

He calls Kenma, barely able to retell the story because of how bad his voice is breaking, the tears falling all over again as his body heaves with sobs. But he's never seen Kenma come over to his house so fast.

Kenma stays for nearly the whole day, Kuroo spending nearly two and half of the hours convincing Kenma that it was completely fine for him to go home.

He felt empty. Like his body had been hollowed out. He cleaned up his house, the gloomy feeling settling over him only lifting slightly, but he was proud of himself for making progress. Slowly but surely.

He pretty sure things are starting to go back to "normal." The word having a different meaning now that you're no longer here.

He's scrolling through his phone deciding on whether he should cook or get take out when the noise against his door makes his whole body freeze. He tells himself that he was imagining it, that it was nothing, but he can't stop himself from walking into the living room to make sure he told himself right.

He nearly drops his phone when he hears the familiar knock. The only one that you use. He finds himself conflicted, not knowing whether to run to the door and throw it open and hugging you or running to his room and not coming out until your gone.

You knock again, and he feels like his legs are going to give out as he slowly walks towards it. He stands in front of it, not making a move to unlock it, but picturing you standing on the other side.

"Open the door, Kuroo," you say, your voice muffled, but he can hear it clear as day, and he hasn't heard your voice in so long that it makes him realize how much his heart still aches, and it almost makes him open the door.

He knows that once his eyes land on you, he'll cry. He knows it.

"Please." And he feels himself crack. Might as well get this over with and finally move on.

His hands are shaking like crazy as he slowly unlocks the door, pausing for a moment before he turns the knob. He's not looking at you when he fully opens the door, opting to look at the floor. He's not ready, he doesn't think he'll ever be.

The tension is so thick he feels like he can't breathe. Or that could be because he's trying to keep himself calm. He brings himself to look at you, and he never thought in a million years that he would struggle with looking at you. Not when he's been doing it for so long.

He feels the tears forming before he even gets to your face. He sighs heavily when he finally meets your eyes, yours looking just as puffy and swollen as his were.

He doesn't know what to say or feel. He wants to say so much, but he can't. He doesn't want a repeat of last time.

"You can't love me."

He feels his barely mended heart fall apart again. He scoffs painfully as he wipes the tears that start falling, turning back around to walk into the house, and he has the urge to stop you when he hears you walk in behind him, closing the door.

"You can't love me," he slows to a stop when he hears your voice break. "Because." Your voice is wavering, and you stop again, letting out a quick sob. "Because I love you."

Kuroo feels his whole world shift as he feels more tears flood into his eyes. He pushes away that small moment of hope, huffing as he wipes his face. "y/n--"

"That's not how this works," you cut him off, but he doesn't turn around. "I'm the one that always falls and never gets caught."

Your lips are quivering so bad that the words are barely coming out. Kuroo slowly turns around, seeing that you have tears streaming down your face. He's looking for the lie, waiting for the part when he wakes up.

You take a careful step forward, and Kuroo doesn't have it in him to stop you. "It's--"

"I'll catch you." There's pain etched on both of your faces, but your eyes widen slightly in shock. "God, y/n, I will always catch you. I--"

He steps closer to you, and he reaches out to touch you, but he stops himself, not sure if it's the right move. "I can't believe you thought I would ever think that way about you."

"I know, and I'm so fucking sorry. I was upset, and I took it out on you. I didn't mean any of it," you explain, your sentence wavering off towards the end. "I was just--nothing ever worked out for me, and I thought that you would never feel the same, so I--"

You can't help it this time, not even biting your lip can muffle your cries, and Kuroo's pulling you into his chest, and you nearly cry as hard as you did on that awful day, and Kuroo holds you like you'll slip away from him at any moment as more tears fall down his face.

Your hands are holding on tight to his shirt that he feels it might rip, but he doesn't care. The only thing that he cares about is that he finally has you back in his arms.

"I'm sorry," he breathes, resting his face in your hair, and you lift your head up.

"You shouldn't be apologizing. I--"

"I said things that I shouldn't have said too," he says, cupping your face in his hands, rubbing over some of the dried tear tracks staining your brown skin. "I swear I didn't mean it."

You sniffle loudly as you bring your hands up to wipe the tears off of his face. "I love you, Tetsurou." The sound of his name sounds amazing coming from you, and he feels his heart swell as he smiles widely, feeling tears brimming his eyes again.

"And I love you." He does. With every single thing in his body. You huff softly as his finger rubs over your cheek. "Can I kiss you?"

You nod quickly, and he chuckles softly on the outside, but on the inside, he's bouncing off the walls. He doesn't delay any longer, moving in to connect his lips with yours. He feels a shock shoot up his spine, further fueling his love for you.

This is what he imagined. What he's been dreaming of, and it's happening. And he's not in the middle of a dream, even though that's what it feels like. His arms wrap around your waist as he deepens the kiss, pulling you closer to him, not even wanting an inch of space between the both of you.

He hopes that everything confession he's thought about making is being transferred through, wanting you to understand that he loves you to the next universe and back. He reluctantly pulls away, both of your lungs screaming for air, and he leans his head to rest against your forehead.

"Marry me," he breathes, and you huff softly as you look at him.

"Now?"

He nods eagerly. "Yes."

"Are you serious?" you ask, chuckling in disbelief as you move a hand to play with the strands of hair at the nape of his neck.

"As serious as inhaling hydrochloric acid," he jokes quickly, smiling when you laugh. "I'll do all of the formal stuff later. Just please say yes."

You laugh a little louder this time, and he can't help the pang of his heart at the sight, the sounding even more beautiful than music. "Yes, Tetsurou, I'll marry you."

If he thought he was already happy about his feelings being reciprocated, he was definitely through the roof happy now. He plants his lips back on yours, pulling you into an even deeper kiss, and he sighs in content.

He brings you into a hug, huffing in disbelief that you're actually standing here, that you want to marry him. And that your arms feel like home. Like paradise.

He doesn't even care how long it took.

All that matters is that he can finally call you his.

#kuroo tetsurou #tetsurou kuroo #kuroo angst #kuroo fluff #kuroo tetsurou x black!reader #tetsurou kuroo x black!reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #hq!! #hq #haikyuu!! angst #haikyuu angst #hq!! angst #hq angst #haikyuu!! x black!reader #haikyuu x black!reader

[honeypirate]

Denki x reader pro hero au

Warning - angst!, talks about smoking weed just barely, reader gets bit by a villain and gets very badly poisoned that as it eats through their body takes them on fever dreams. Denki beats the villain before he finds reader I just didn’t know how to write it lolol

The stars danced in the sky, floating around like they were little fairy sprites dancing and spreading their magic across the world. The moon was bright, lighting up the few clouds around her in the sky, you could have sworn the clouds were neon colors, reflecting like the northern lights but that was impossible.. you blamed the villains quirk, a poison that was currently flooding your body through the bite wound to your thigh.

The thought of magic had your thoughts running off towards the way Denki’s eyes would shine when he would see you, little electric sparks running through the tips of his hair in excitement before he would sweep you up into a hug. If anyone was magic in this world it was him, you should have told him that.

The yellow electricity sparking through the air went well with the glowing hallucinations in the sky and until your eyes found his face you thought it was part of the vision.

His eyes are worried, his lips moving but you hear nothing, just the sounds of cicadas in the trees which was impossible since you were in the inner city. You find the energy to reach for him and he takes your hand quickly, you think you hear him say your name but you aren’t quite sure with the little fairy sprites that start to fall from his lips.

Your thoughts are hard to control, it’s hard to focus when the poison slowly takes over all of your senses. You’re dragged from one scenario to the next, remembering and watching different events in your life play out again like a movie. You weren’t sure if you were alive or dead, if you were awake or asleep, and where was Denki?

It all feels so real, if it wasnt for the pressure against your palm of him holding your hand that grounded you as the visions took over.

Youre 7 and your quirk has manifested, a strong combination of your parents quirks, flight from your mother and strong ghost like tentacles from your father that you could pull from your body like extra limbs. Your parents found you hanging upside down in your room with a tentacle holding a different toy as you giggled.

The world was always magical to you, you felt like you never could get enough of it, always fascinated by every tree and rock, it was so beautiful to you. Everything was a gift and the world had so much to offer, every time you left the house you found more reasons to believe in magic. A butterfly landing on your head, a cat that hates everyone but loves to rub against your legs, singing with the wind and having it wrap around you like it was a friend. All of these amazing things that most would look over made your world so much more magical.

The colors of your vision change and turn into the entrance exam for UA, the first day you met Kaminari. He had watched as your back was to the fight, your eyes watching the clouds as you smiled, using your tentacles to fight for you as you floated fifty feet above ground. You were so dazling that Kaminari was almost toast but your tentacle saved him and when he looked back up to you, your eyes were on him and you were smiling so bright he had to know you.

The vision changed to Kaminari stuttering through his words trying to talk to you and thank you for your help, he was so adorable you couldn’t help but hug him with a laugh “of course we should be friends!” you had said and he felt his brain go liquidy.

You’re 22 on your apartment balcony, smoking a joint he brought over after a hard day. You both needed it. That was the first time you held his hand, the first time you cuddled on your couch both needing the comfort.

This is when the colors start to make little sense to you. They swirl into darker muted versions of northern lights and then you’re sitting at a table in a living room that you don’t recognize but feel like you know it. A man is sitting across from you and smiling so softly your heart melts. Denki? It feels like him but it doesn’t look like him.

Another man smiling at you except now you’re on a walk beside a river you’ve never seen before, the setting sun coloring the sky with the colors of your vision as the man takes your hand. He’s dressed in clothes you’ve only ever seen in history movies and he’s cupping your cheek and telling you how much he loves you. You know this is Denki too.

Your mind feels like its spinning as the world flashes with bright colors and lights, in the real world Kaminari is screaming for someone, anyone to help! To get the paramedics to you! Anyone with a healing quirk! His hands cupped your cheeks and saw your usually (color) eyes swirling with sparkles of blue yellow and red, he was losing it. His best friend was taken down in the battle and he wasnt there to protect them how can he be called a pro hero when he cant do anything to save you.

The amount of visions you have of different versions of you and Denki seem never ending until it goes back to the one you know. Flour raining down over you both when he added it to the stand mixer as it went full speed and you remember at the time thinking how cute he looked a little messy.

Oh yes, the world was magic. Your world has always been filled with magic and you didn't doubt that it always would be. Oh what a world you were lucky to live in, oh what a man you were lucky to love, a man who’s memories are starting to fade from your mind. Breathing started to become a chore as the colors stopped their swirling, landing on a soft pale yellow and staying there as you walk forward through the vision, jogging, running, sprinting, you had to get back to him. Who was he? The man with the blond hair and kind eyes? Why did you need to reach him again? Everything was fading as the pale yellow seemed to sink into you and take you over, why were you so worried again? You closed your eyes and sighed, letting yourself disolve into the warmth of colors.

“Please” your eyes fluttered open in the vision to darkness as the soft word echoes around in your head, who was speaking? “please y/n” the voice cracks and you feel warm wetness land on your hand, the one you can feel again, a weight and warmth to it as the voice holds it. “y/n stay with me” it calls out and your eyes flutter open to the real world, the world that was your own. “Den?” you ask and a sob falls from his lips “y/n” he says and you reach up to cup his cheek, brushing away his tears “i dont feel so good Den, i think that guy bit me” your voice was soft, head still swimming “it’s going to be okay” he says “its going to be okay, i can see help coming they’re just having a hard time with the destruction. Stay with me okay? You have to”

Your arm starts to shake but before it can fall hes holding your hand to his cheek “Den, this world is full of magic” your voice cracks and your breathing is starting to hurt “dont ever forget about the magic. Promise me” he furrows his brows and a sob chokes through “dont-” he starts but your eyes were so dim he couldn't help but crying out an “i promise”

“My world Den, it was magic. But it was never as bright until i found you” tears flow from your eyes into your hairline filled with the colorful remanence of the poison “my sparky boy” you whisper and a smile barely tugs the corner of your lips as the poison mixes with your memories, muddling what you really wanted to say but you were unable to stop the worlds as the fell from your lips “we will always find each other, we have loved each other in lives before and lives to come, you are mine and i am yours” your eyes flutter closed as they begin to roll up in your head, he cries for you to hang on the sounds of help just down one more block, your eyes flutter open and he can tell how hard youre fighting to be here for as long as possible as you squeeze his hand as tight as possible “Denki, I love you” your hand relaxes and as your eyes close and your hands go limp in his, he feels the magic drain from his world.

#denki kaminari pro hero #kaminari denki x reader #kaminari x reader #kaminari x you #kaminari denki x you #mha x you #mha x reader #mha x y/n #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha kaminari #mha kaminari

[uwu-shinsou]

Howdy!! Congrats on 500! For the event could I please a have a drabble of #7 and #22 with Sero please? Thank you so much! 🧡

Title: Cupcakes

Prompt: Soulmate neighbors

Warning(s): Slight language

Pairing: Sero Hanta X Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre: Fluff, drabble

Word Count: 1.2 K

A/N: Apparently I don’t know how to write a drabble so pls continue to enjoy me writing like a thousand words lolol. But here we are with more soft and fluffy Sero! Thank you so much for requesting, I hope you enjoy it!!💖PS: The soulmate AU I decided to go with is that everyone has a tattoo of the initials of their soulmate somewhere on their body.

500 Event Masterlist

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As you grabbed the last box out of the truck, you were sure that your legs were going to turn into jello. Moving sucks.

You’d been walking towards your new front door with the final box in hand, ready to be done with making trips to and from the moving truck. You stumbled as you approached, tripping over your feet and quickly falling towards the floor. The box tumbled out of your arms, but a set of strong hands caught you by the shoulders, saving you from a likely faceplant. A spark traveled through your body, starting from where the hands touched you. As you steadied yourself, you looked up to meet the eyes of your mysterious savior, the butterflies still racing through your body.

He had dark eyes and dark hair, armed with a charming smile that kept you staring longer than was polite. He pulled away first, bending down to retrieve your forgotten box, lifting it with ease.

“Sorry I couldn’t catch the box too, but I figured saving your pretty face was more important.” Your heart skipped a beat at the compliment, and you almost completely missed his question he asked after. “Was there anything breakable in here?”

You blinked and gave a small shake of your head, both answering his question and bringing you out of your trance. “No, nothing breakable, just some bedding and blankets.”

He flashed you a relieved smile. “Well that’s good to hear.” The dark haired boy bumped his shoulder against your partially open door to set the box down just inside your new home before turning to face you. “Do you need help with anything else?” After another shake of your head, he retreated from the doorway and walked past you. “Alright, well let me know if you need anything! I live right next door.”

You called out to him before he could enter his home. “Thank you! For helping me! And, you know, for catching me and all.” You added, still a bit embarrassed that your first encounter with your new neighbor portrayed you so clumsily.

He gave a little wave of his hand, indicating not to worry about it. “It’s really no problem. Now don’t be a stranger, alright?” After you promised him not to be, he closed his front door and you retreated into your house, trying to calm the racing of your heart

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A week later had you finally feeling at home. You had settled into your house, finished unpacking, and gone shopping for food and whatever else you needed. But despite your promise, you still hadn’t seen your cute and charming new neighbor again. Maybe I should bake him something, to thank him again for helping me. Even as you thought about it the excuse felt weak, but you were determined to see his warm eyes and kind smile once more.  A few hours later, you had a dozen cooled and decorated cupcakes on a tray in your hands as you stood outside his door, nervously debating if this was a good idea or not. You took a deep breath and forced yourself to ring the doorbell.

A few moments later the door opened, warm light pouring out and illuminating your neighbor from behind. His hair was damp, the ends dripping lightly onto his bare torso, and it was clear he had rushed from the shower to throw on a pair of shorts before opening the door.

You desperately forced yourself to keep your eyes on his face, ignoring the temptation to let them drift down and roam over his sculpted body. “Hi,” You said, a little breathless.

He seemed to relax at your greeting, leaning against the door frame. “Hey.” Your eyes betrayed you, glancing down at the movement as he tucked a hand into his pocket. You snapped them back up to the tray in your hands, keeping yourself in check. 

“Um, I just wanted to thank you again for your help the other week. I don’t really know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t been there.” You held the tray out more towards him. “So I baked you these! I wasn’t sure what flavor to pick, so I just made my favorite. They’re chocolate with cookies and cream frosting.” His eyes widened when he realized that you’d made the cupcakes for him. 

“Oh damn, you didn’t have to do that!” He said, eyes wide as he looked at the tray.

You shook your head. “Yes I did,” You said firmly. “Seriously! I could’ve broken my nose or bit my tongue in half if it wasn’t for you.”

He brought a hand up, running it through his damp hair. “Well, I guess when you put it like that…” He trailed off for a moment, looking into the house behind him before nudging the door open a little wider. “Would you like to come in and eat one with me?” Before you could protest he added, “You did say they were your favorite flavor.” 

He’s got me there. “I suppose one cupcake couldn’t hurt.” At your reply he opened the door all the way, stepping aside to let you through. You toed your shoes off at the door before making your way to set the tray down on the kitchen counter. He followed right behind you, passing you to reach up into a cupboard and grabbing down two glasses. With his back toward you as he looked through the fridge, you allowed yourself to sneak a peek at his still bare torso.

You couldn’t even try to look at the defined muscles of his back as your eyes zeroed in on his right shoulder blade. Across the bone was a dark elegant script, depicting just two letters. You stiffened, your heart beating faster as you read and reread the initials of your neighbor’s soulmate. Your initials.

You couldn’t stop yourself as you slowly walked up behind him, reaching a hand out and to gently touch the soft skin of his tattoo. He quickly inhaled as you once again felt a spark from where your fingers made contact with his back.

You pulled your hand away as he turned around, eyes wide. “I don’t think I ever introduced myself,” you whispered, nervously tugging at the hem of your shirt. As you told him your name, a name that matched the tattoo that has been on his back for his entire life, you slowly reached one of your hands to the collar of your shirt. “And your name is…?”

You pulled the fabric away as he spoke, revealing the simple ‘S.H.’ scrawled across your collarbone. “I’m Sero,” He said quietly, hopefully. His breath caught as he stared at your tattoo. His soulmate’s tattoo. “Sero Hanta.”

He grabbed your hand holding your shirt collar aside in wonder, almost unable to look away from the letters on your skin. But he did look up at the sound of your voice. “Sero Hanta, I think we have a lot to talk about.”

And finally he was smiling again, his grin so wide he wasn’t sure if he’d ever stop smiling for the rest of his life. “It’s a good thing we’ve got all of these cupcakes, then.”

#anyways that was my first time writing a soulmate fic shjdghklahdie #uwu shinsou 500 event #sero #bnha sero #sero hanta #sero headcanons #sero hanta x reader #sero hanta imagine #sero hanta headcanons #sero hanta drabble #sero x y/n #sero x reader #bnha hanta #hanta sero imagine #hanta sero x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha imagine #bnha sero hanta #boku no hero #boku no hero academia #boku no hero x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia imagine #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia headcanons

[jihyuncompass]

Birthday Wishes

Day Seven, tomorrow is the last day. This week has gone by so fast already, I hope you enjoy this one!

Jihyun Week 2020 Day Seven ( @mysme-events​ )

Birthday

Jihyun Kim x MC 

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: You celebrate Jihyun’s birthday with a surprise or two. 

You woke up first that morning. The sun started to stream in through the windows, you blinked the sleep out of your eyes and glanced at the clock. It was still early in the morning but you knew soon enough Jihyun would be waking up too. 

Behind you Jihyun was breathing softly. You felt his breath on the back of your neck, and his arms around your middle. In your sleep riddled state you thought carefully through your plan for the day again. You’d planned things carefully but every detail was important. You ran through the plan twice in your head before determining you knew it well enough. 

You turned around slowly trying not to wake Jihyun just yet. You smiled looking over his sleeping features. When he slept he always looked so peaceful, you watched him and pushed some of his hair out of his face. He took a deep breath and sighed, shifting to press his face further into the pillow. Smiling at him you pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

Jihyun hummed in his sleep, his arms around you getting tighter. You continued by kissing his forehead and moved down to kiss his cheek and his jaw. Jihyun shifted and you heard him start to laugh softly. 

“Good morning.” Jihyun said in his raspy morning voice. You gave him one more kiss on the tip of his nose. 

“Happy birthday love.” Jihyun’s eyes opened, though half lidded and still very tired. 

“Thank you my love.” He said leaning in to kiss your forehead. You smiled and ran a hand through his hair to push it away with a smile. 

“What do you want for breakfast? I’ll make you whatever you want.” Jihyun held you tight to his chest. 

“I’ll think about it, but right now I just want to stay like this.” You smiled and put your arms around him to also be holding him, staying close to one another. Together you lied there in silence, just enjoying each other’s company and touch. Lying close to his chest you could hear Jihyun’s heart beating. 

As much as you enjoyed lying close to him you also knew you had to get up soon. Your plans were very careful, and you couldn’t let any mistakes be made. Your hard work couldn’t be revealed so early. 

“Jihyun.” You whispered to him. “We should get up now, it’s time to eat.” Jihyun mumbled above you but you repeated yourself. “Love at least let me cook you breakfast, you can stay in bed if you want.” 

After a second Jihyun sighed. “No, we should eat.” Hesitantly he let you go and sat up to stretch his arms above his head. You both dragged yourselves out of bed and into the kitchen. You started cooking your breakfast while Jihyun started making the morning coffee coffee. Jihyun was one for the hand poured type so he took time carefully pouring water over the coffee grounds. 

You both set your breakfast spread out on the table and drank from your matching coffee mugs. 

“So.” Jihyun began. “I’m sure you have all sorts of plans?” You looked up at him. 

“What makes you think I have plans?” You joked. “Well you’re right I do have a couple. I was thinking we could go hiking at that trail I know you like, and then maybe go for some dinner afterwards?” You asked him. His eye brow raised, but he smiled. 

“That sounds wonderful.” Jihyun said, finishing his coffee. “I’m guessing you’ll want to leave soon?” 

“You read my mind.” You said to him. “I’ll clean up breakfast and get ready so you can go and take a shower and all that.” You explained. Jihyun grinned back, working at eating his breakfast faster now. 

Throughout breakfast your eyes drifted to the clock on the stove. Making a mental note of the time. Considering you’d planned your day down to the minute you had to make sure you were on schedule. You tried to hide your eye on the clock from Jihyun, you were worried you’d give yourself away too quickly. 

He didn’t seem to notice, more focused on enjoying his breakfast and the day ahead. You tried to pace yourself with him on eating, Even if he was finished he wasn’t likely to leave until you’d finished too. 

The second he was finished you were encouraging him to go and get ready. Insisting on cleaning up. 

“It’s your birthday Jihyun! You get to enjoy your day and I’ll do this cleaning.” You waved him off. 

“I really don’t mind helping though.” He said. You shook your head insistently. 

“Just let me do it. Go shower love.” He sighed and got up walking towards the bathroom. Seeing your chance you pulled out your phone to open the messenger. Into the special secret chatroom you had Luciel set up. 

MC has entered the chatroom 

MC: Alright we’re getting ready now. 

MC: We’ll probably be out of the house in the next thirty minutes

MC: Everyone remember the plan? 

Jumin Han: Yes. 

Jumin Han: I’ve already begun preparation on my end. 

Jumin Han: You’re still arriving at the same time correct? 

MC: Yes. That’s the plan. I’ll text you when we’re on our way up. 

MC: Seven, Saeran you have everything sorted like I asked right? 

707: Yup~! We got all the goods! 

MC: You still have the spare key I gave you both right? 

Saeran: Yes. I have it with me. 

MC: I knew I could count on you Saeran thank you. 

MC: Okay. Zen, you’re still picking Yoosung up right? 

ZEN: Yeah. 

ZEN: 6PM right Yoosung? 

ZEN: Yoosung?? 

707: He’s probably playing LOLOL lol 

Yoosung: No I wasn’t!!! 

707: Suuuuuure 

ZEN: Yoosung! 6 right? 

Yoosung: Yep!!! I’ll be ready then. 

MC: Okay, okay. Uh what’s left….

MC: oh! Jaehee, you made that cake I told you about?

Jaehee Kang: I did, I’m putting the finishing touches on it today. 

Jaehee Kang: It’ll be ready in time. 

MC: Thank you!! He’s going to love it I just know. 

MC: Jihyun’s getting out of the shower I have to go. 

MC: We’ll be hiking so I’m not sure how much service I’ll have. 

Yoosung: No service… sounds very familiar. 

707: No WONDER they’re soulmates. 

MC: Haha very funny

MC: Seriously though, if you have questions just ask Jumin. 

MC: He knows the whole plan inside out. 

MC: See you all tonight!!!

MC has logged out. 

Hearing the water turn off you quickly finished your task of cleaning up breakfast and ran to the bedroom to get yourself dressed. You’d just finished putting socks on when Jihyun came into the bedroom with his hair still a little wet. 

Jihyun often insisted on wearing matching outfits. It had started months ago as a one time thing but now he loved going on dates with you while wearing the same clothes. The look of the two of you dressing the same always made him smile so brightly that you could never say no to him. 

Both dressed and ready you left the apartment holding hands. You both had small hiking backpacks on your backs. The hike you were going on wasn’t very long but you knew that it was one that he loved going on.  

As you left the building you looked up to the security camera outside your building. You weren’t certain if Luciel was looking through it but you had to think he probably was. You held your breath and hoped for the plan to go well. 

Arriving at your hiking location you took off down the trail. Jihyun had brought his camera with him. Wanting to take photos of the most beautiful sights he could find. You saw the big smile on his face and the small hop to his step as you hike through the trail .

“Love!” Jihyun said about halfway through. “Can I take a picture of you? I want to capture you in this scenery.” He said. You smiled at him. 

“Well if you insist.” You stepped forward and dropped your hiking backpack. You stepped in front of his camera. This had become a frequent event on your adventures together. He had never shown you but you were certain he kept a scrapbook just full of photos of you. 

His smile turned into his artist’s concentration. Moving to make sure he can get the perfect photo of you. After a minute or two of him snapping photos he lowered the camera and walked up to you to kiss you. 

“Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome, but maybe we should get pictures of you sometime?” You suggested. Jihyun laughed. 

“But you look so much better.” He said.

“Debatable.” You pulled away to grab your backpack. After another moment of smiling at each other you continued down the trail. In the back of your mind you hoped that preparations were going well. While you were with Jihyun you had trust that Jumin remembered all the details you’d discussed last night on the phone after Jihyun had fallen asleep. 

Your hike finished around the time you’d expected. Both happy but a little worn out, you drove home. Trying to keep your expression neutral as you crunched little details in your mind still. 

It would be fine. It’d be just fine. 

Arriving back to your apartment you unlocked the door with a quiet prayer and opened it with a small flourish. Jihyun’s face instantly lit up. 

The living room was filled with several vases full of flower bouquets. Each one carefully designed to convey the right message. Jihyun stepped further inside taking a look at the individual bouquets. 

“How? Who? When?” Jihyun said, still in a bit of shock. You smiled and closed the apartment door behind you. 

“I had the twins come in while we were gone. Saeran made these bouquets.” He looked at you, a huge grin on his face. “He went through every flower with me to make sure we made the perfect ones just for you.” His hands were covering his cheeks as he took it all in. “You like it?” 

He nodded. “I love it. I have to tell Saeran thank you too.” He sniffled looking at it all over. “You’ve made today so special for me. Thank you.” Jihyun said, now getting very emotional. 

You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his middle to press against his back. “The day’s not over yet.” 

“I’m not sure how you can make the day even better.” Jihyun said. You grinned against his back and held him tighter. 

“There’s still dinner left my love.” You glanced at the clock. “Speaking of which we should start getting ready for, it’s a bit of a drive to get there.” Jihyun looked behind himself to look at you. 

He turned around in your arms to face you. “Is that so? How fancy should I dress?” He leaned in close. You closed the gap and kissed him, though brief you filled it with as much warmth as you could. 

“Whatever is comfortable.” He gave you  a peculiar look. “Trust me. You don’t need to go super fancy.” 

He sighed. “Okay, I trust you. Let’s get ready.” 

You both got yourselves ready and dressed. Jihyun had trusted you when you said to go for something simple and comfortable. Leaving him in an outfit that was nice but not too casual. 

“Am I driving or are you?” Jihyun asked as you gathered up your things for the night. 

“Oh neither of us are.” You said. 

“Then who?” 

“I figured it’d be fancier and more special if we had a driver pick us up. So Jumin kindly let us borrow Driver Kim for the evening.” Jihyun laughed. “On one condition that is.” 

“And that condition is..?”

You stepped towards him, everything you need in hand. “I promised him we’d stop by the penthouse for just a quick minute to say hello. I think he wants to give you your gift in person.” 

Jihyun seemed a bit confused but trusted you. “That sounds fair. Is Driver Kim here?” You checked your phone for a brief moment. 

“Looks like it. Let’s get going.” You reached out your hand to him, a small tradition you’d started doing together. Jihyun took your hand and you left the apartment heading down to where Driver Kim was waiting. 

As you got closer to Jumin’s you’d sent a quick text to the chatroom to let them know you were almost there. Jihyun sitting next to you seemed too happy to even acknowledge that you had pulled out your phone at all. 

“I wonder what this mysterious gift from Jumin could be that it had to be unwrapped in person.” He wondered out loud. You shrugged. 

“Good question, I don’t know either.” You said, now you could see Jumin’s building coming into sight. Driver Kim pulled into the building’s parking lot and stopped the front entrance to the building. 

You thanked him kindly for driving you both. Then walked in together. You’d been in Jumin’s building dozens of times by now but every time still felt so strange and otherworldly as you went towards the elevator that would take you up to the penthouse. Then having to wave hello to the security guards so they would let you past up to the top. 

Waiting in the elevator your stomach was churning. This was the moment you’d been waiting for and now you could only just wait. The doors opened and you walked down the brief hallway to knock on Jumin’s door. 

Jumin greeted you both within seconds. You shared a brief look that told you everything you needed to know. He welcomed you into the penthouse closing the door behind you. 

“Thank you both for coming, I’m sure you have big plans.” Jumin said. 

“It’s no trouble Jumin, I’m glad I got to see you.” Jihyun said. They smiled at each other and then Jumin motioned towards the living room of the penthouse. 

“The gift I’ve prepared is inside, follow me.” Jumin led you both down to his living room where you noticed Jumin hiding a small smile. In the living room he stepped to the side and flipped on the light. 

“Surprise!” From every corner of the room the members of the RFA popped up. Jihyun looked around the room completely taken aback, he looked around at everyone who was grinning at him from ear to ear. Jihyun stuttered for a minute before coming up with something to say. 

“I- what are you all doing here?” Jihyun said. You put an arm around his back to steady him a bit.  

“I kind of lied.” You admitted. “There’s no dinner reservation, but I think a party is a little better.” Jihyun grinned at you and then at everyone who was now gathering around him. His smile was so bright that you weren’t sure if he could have looked any happier than he did. 

He looked around at the rest of the penthouse. The RFA had decorated the penthouse with blue balloons and other party paraphernalia. A small pile of gifts in a corner, some music was playing through a speaker and food was set out on a table. A full and proper birthday party. 

“Thank you.” Jihyun said. “I don’t even know how to express my gratitude.” 

“There’s no need.” Jumin said looking at him. “Just enjoy it.” Jihyun nodded, taking in a deep breath, you couldn’t recall the last time you saw him look so happy. You took his hand in yours, nearly bursting yourself with how happy you felt just looking at him. He walked to the table with the food, several of his favorite foods on proud display. 

“Oh wait!” You said. Jihyun turned and looked back at you. You reached over and grabbed a silly looking plastic crown and put it on his head. You gave you a funny look. “Birthday boy gets a special crown. That’s the rules.” 

“If you say so.” Jihyun said. You looked at the rest of the RFA. 

“Well what are we waiting for?” You said. “Let’s have a party!” 

Outside of the RFA charity parties it was a rare occasion for everyone to gather together in person like this. Usually everyone's schedules were too busy or too chaotic for it to be an option but on a night like this it made you wish nights like this could happen more. 

Jumin and Zen got into a little disagreement but it ended up serving more as entertainment than anything else. Seven had insisted on singing along to every song that played over the speakers, which made Jaehee groan even if she did enjoy it a little. After a while and a few drinks Seven had been able to convince Yoosung to also join in on the singing. Saeran stuck near the fringes of the party, preferring not to talk much, but for Jihyun you knew his presence was more than enough for him. 

“Darling?” Jihyun said after a couple hours. “Can you come with me for a moment?” You nodded, taking his hand. 

You walked out onto the balcony overseeing the city. Admiring the glowing lights of the city around you. Jihyun took a long deep breath then turned to you. 

“Sorry I just wanted to talk somewhere quiet for a second.” He put an arm around your waist, looking deeply into your eyes. “I just wanted to thank you for doing all of this.” 

“It was a group effort, Jumin did most of the planning if I’m being honest.” Jihyun leaned closer, now all you could see was his bright blue eyes. 

“Yes but I’m assuming this was your idea in the first place?” You shrugged. 

“Maybe I can take credit for that.” Jihyun kissed you. His other hand cupping your cheek. Your hands rested on his shoulders, rising up to go around his neck. “Do you like it?” You asked when you’d broken away for a moment. 

After another long lingering kiss he spoke. “I do, this is the best birthday I think I’ve ever had.” You held him close, swaying a bit to the music you could hear coming from the inside. 

“I’m glad.” You whispered. “You deserve a good birthday every year.” You ran a hand through his hair, pushing his hair back a bit. “And I hope I can make each birthday better than the one before it.” 

“You already have.” He whispered. “I love you, I love you so very much.” 

“I love you Jihyun, more than anyone else in this universe, and this birthday is just one of many more to come.” 

Keeping himself only centimeters from your face he whispered just loud enough for you to hear. “I’m looking forward to it.” He leaned forward, kissing you again and again. Each one softer and warmer than the last. He pulled away to look at your face. “I have no idea what everyone has gotten me but I already know what my favorite gift is.” Jihyun said, voice barely above a whisper. 

“What’s your favorite then?” 

“You are.” He kissed you, again and again. “Having you here, in my life, in my arms. I couldn’t have ever asked for anything better.” You held his face in your hands, pulling him forward. You never wanted to be away from him, you just wanted to kiss him forever. 

“There you two are!” Seven said as he opened the door. “Come on, it’s cake time!” Seven left the door open when he ran back into the penthouse. Jihyun sighed but still had a smile on his face. 

“We’ll continue later?” Jihyun asked. You nodded happily, taking his hand to go back inside the penthouse. 

The table once filled with food was now filled with food now just had one thing on it. A large circular white cake, decorated with white frosting and strawberries on top. Jihyun sucked in a breath when he saw it. 

“Is this?” You nodded.

“You once told me about the one birthday you remember spending with your mother. She made you a cake like this right?” Jihyun bit his lip to hold back tears nodding. You hugged him tight while his eyes couldn’t leave the cake in front of him. Candles placed carefully and already lit. 

Jihyun moved from your embrace to stand facing the cake, the smile on his face warm and full of joy. 

“Don’t forget to make a wish.” You said. “That’s the most important part.” 

“I’ll make a wish.” Jihyun promised. Raising your arms you motioned for everyone to start singing. Together in a sort of flawed unison you all started singing. 

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Jihyun! Happy birthday to you!” As Seven continued with joke verses Jihyun closed his eyes and blew out the lit candles while you and your friends clapped and cheered.  

“What did you wish for?” Saeran asked, standing a bit away. 

“That’s not how that works!” Zen said. “You’re supposed to keep it a secret.” 

“No it’s alright.” Jihyun said, his eyes showing you a look of deep and genuine love and affection. “I wished that I could have every birthday be as happy as this one.” With a smile Jumin raised his glass. 

“I think that’s worthy of a toast.” Together you all raised your glasses. Collectively wishing for the same thing. Not a single face without a smile. 

After the cake had been eaten, the presents opened, and the party over you and Jihyun had gotten into bed almost immediately. Too tired to think about anything but sleep. 

Jihyun’s head rested on your shoulder and chest, holding onto you tightly. You had one arm around his waist and the other playing with his hair. You were both nearly asleep now, using your last few moments of wakefulness to enjoy being close to each other. 

Barely awake you heard Jihyun say something to you. 

“I actually wished for two things when I blew out the candles.” He said. 

“Mmm what was the other thing?” You muttered back, not even able to keep your eyes open to look at him. 

“I wished for every birthday to be as happy as this one, and, that you would always be there to celebrate with me.” In your sleepy state you kissed the top of his head. 

“I’ll be here for every birthday you have.” You whispered. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, birthdays included.”

You were asleep before Jihyun said anything more, but in your dreams you could have sworn you heard him. 

“Let’s get married then, my love.” 

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[lunarmessenger]

Figure Skating (RFA, V, + Saeran)

I always wanted to be a figure skater hahahaaa so have this! ilysm x - luna (also i couldn’t find the proper gif to show what MC did in Jumin’s headcanon but oh well please don’t hate me)

Zen

• He’d just landed a role that involved ice skating so he’d decided to take lessons right away

• He was already pretty graceful while walking normally so there was no surprise when he’d picked it up right away

• You always attended his practices and one day mused that you’d love to help him practice a scene or two

• He was fully ready to help you out too once you two had gotten to the skating rink

• “Be careful MC it’s pretty slippery when you first step on~”

• “I appreciate that Zen but I think I’ll be okay” and you laced up your skates for the first time in a few years

• He held his hands out for you but you slid right past him and did a couple of laps around the rink to sort of warm up and by now he was like “Oh okay I guess you got it”

• Then all of a sudden you do a toe loop??? On the way to him? Like it was no big deal? And his jaw just about hits the floor?

• “WHEN DID YOU LEARN TO DO THAT MC AND HOW COME YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?!?!”

• He’s a little butt hurt that he wasn’t told sooner but forgets about it an hour later when you allow him to use you as a model to help him practice for his role (and he gets the excuse to touch your hips and thighs whenever he wants now huehuehue)

Yoosung:

• He was a little nervous since it was a little class trip (and almost decided to just stay home with you and play LOLOL)

• He’s also not very active but never mind that MC “I just don’t want to hurt myself doing this please don’t make me go”

• You do manage to convince him to go since “Yoosung I used to skate and since you can bring a plus one can we go???”

• There was no way he could resist your cute face

• That weekend you both show up to the rink, you excited with your old skates while Yoosung is more excited to show you off to his friends from class (look they’re so pretty I told you guys I have a partner now leave me alone)

• Yoosung clings to you when you both get on the ice but he lets go after about half an hour once he gets a hold of the basics

• “Can I go skate now, can I, can I?”

• Damn it you’re so cute MC “Sure but be careful since they’re being a bit rowdy out there”

• Then zoom you are off before Yoosung can even blink

• When you have enough room you whip out a Salchow and Yoosung is absolutely floored (so are his classmates lol)

• “Did you see Yoosung did you see?”

• “Yes MC let’s go home” He didn’t like how his classmates were suddenly staring at you for the rest of the trip, and he promised you guys could go again when it was just the two of you.

Jaehee:

• She’d found a small coffee club that went ice skating every weekend and figured it’d be a great stress reliever for the two of you (especially since you’d told her that you’d been figure skating since you were a child)

• You were beyond excited, and that alone was enough to motivate Jaehee to try her hardest once you’d gone to the club

• The club was full of both beginners and experienced skaters so everyone was pretty comfortable and it was a judgement free zone

• Jaehee had managed to hop from one foot to the next and was extremely proud mind you because “look MC I didn’t fall this time”

• And while you encouraged her a lot you really wanted to show her what you knew how to do so when the club allowed some space for the more experienced skaters you immediately pushed yourself off the wall and started to skate

• You slowly built yourself up until you pulled off a triple loop, the scarf around your neck twirling with you as you landed perfectly and skated back towards Jaehee

• She was definitely a little enchanted by how graceful you looked and clapped the loudest amongst everyone in the group

• Vowed that you two would go back weekly just so you could teach her how to do that

Jumin:

• He’d had the sudden idea of opening a cat themed skating rink (especially since he’d seen you looking fondly at your pair of ice skates)

• You were so excited (you honestly didn’t care if it were alligator themed you just wanted to skate) that you asked if the other RFA members could join????

• He strongly opposed but ended up giving in anyways

• He also mainly wanted to see Zen suffer from his cat allergy but that was his own selfish gain and not yours

• It was extremely private and everybody was having fun just lazily gliding across the ice (Jumin stayed by the bleachers with a glass of wine he would not be caught dead ice skating)

• And then you finally finished lacing up your skates and you were so excited you almost fell on your way onto the ice

• “MC please be careful; maybe you should sit with me a little longer?”

• He suddenly was wondering if maybe you hadn’t skated in a while because you weren’t that good at it??? Since you almost fell before you even got on the ice?

• “I’m fine Jumin I know what I’m doing.”

• “Alright as long as you—” And he was cut off because you were suddenly gracefully gliding circles around everybody else (who suddenly stopped skating and just grabbed on to the nearby wall to watch)

• Then you suddenly did the flip maneuver (you wanted to do something a bit more extravagant but you didn’t want to fall on accident knowing Jumin would forbid you from skating ever again if you got hurt)

• “Excuse me MC do that again” He pulled out his phone to take pictures and videos (you swore you saw a slight blush and knew he was impressed)

• They all ended up blurry but luckily Saeyoung had managed to take a few photos for him

Saeyoung:

• He’d recently binge watched an anime (you can guess which one) and he was suddenly obsessed with the idea of ice skating

• “MC let’s go ice skating” “What???”

• “PLEASE I know this amazing rink and we can drive one of my baby’s every day to get to it please MC?!?!?!”

• You figured saying yes wouldn’t hurt since he never stayed fixated for more than a month

• And it gave you a chance to get back into doing what you used to be so passionate about

• Of course he knew that you used to ice skate (due to that totally legal background check haha don’t worry about it MC) so he figured you’d go along with it

• He was right damn it

• He beat you on the ice immediately and fell like three times but he didn’t care because he was going to get it down even if he broke a leg to do it

• “Saeyoung please I am not strong enough to carry you back to the car if you hurt yourself”

• You smiled though because it was fun to see him slowly get little jumps down here and there

• “Hey MC can you show me one of your favorite moves?? I wanna see if I can do it!”

• “Okay but it’s gonna be a bit more advanced than I think you can handle right now.”

• “Oh please—” Before he could even finished you pulled out the most stunning triple lutz he’d ever seen??

• He begged you to teach him and you promised you would as long as he kept it up for longer than a month (and you got to come with him of course)

• He tried to pick you up to do a trick with you after two tries and it took you screaming like a banshee for him to put you down “because you will kill us Saeyoung” (he didn’t try again)

V:

• After he’d had the surgery he decided to pick up photography again

• A family friend had wanted him to take photos of his son’s skating for his portfolio for future events and shows

• He’d mentioned it in passing, not knowing how much you loved skating and was a little surprised at how quickly you’d asked if you could come along

• Of course he said yes why would he ever say no to you????

• Once you’d gotten to the rink you tried your best to stay calm since obviously he was there for work and not just pleasure

• But of course you’d brought your skates just in case there would be a bit of down time where you could skate

• There was but only because V asked for it when he saw how excited you were to be there

• You had never laced up your skates so fast, but you were careful because you could feel his eyes on you

• You’d brought your iPod with you for some simple music; it was quiet enough to where it didn’t echo throughout the rink, but it was loud enough that both you and V could hear it

• It was soft piano music, and as it played you gracefully started to skate along the empty rink

• V was completely entranced, and when you decided to do an axel jump in the middle of the dance a small gasp escaped his lips because wow how did he get so damn lucky???

• You were nervous, finishing off the routine and slowly skating back towards V who was on the bleachers with his camera sitting beside him

• “Get any good pictures?” He blushed and looked down slightly embarrassed

• “I uh, no—would you mind doing that again?”

Saeran:

• You both suffered from major anxiety and the only way you managed to get through it was to skate it out at least once a week

• But he didn’t know that so when you would leave the house for hours on end he was starting to get worried (though he would obviously never show it)

• So he decided to follow you one day without you knowing (and he forced his poor brother to go with him smh)

• “Saeyoung help me find out where MC is always going”

• “...you could always ask her I mean—”

• “No. Shut up and help me.”

• They of course followed you and saw you walk inside the skating rink (though Saeyoung refused to leave his car)

• Saeran stayed hidden in the shadows while you slowly stepped onto the ice and glided around for a moment, rolling your neck and shoulders to loosen them up

• And then you were off, the entire place silent except for the sound of your skates cutting into the ice as you raced around the rink

• You did multiple jumps from an axel, to a lutz, without missing a single step

• He was beyond mesmerized, his eyes focusing entirely on you (he didn’t even realize when he’d started to slowly shift out of the shadows to get a closer look at you)

• Each move was extremely aggressive, and it was then he could tell that you were letting out every frustration and worry in this routine

• Then to tie off the routine and let go of all your anxiety you let one of your legs bend out behind you while you leaned backwards, bringing your arms up for balance as you spun faster and faster and then slowly came to a halt while standing upright.

• You were breathing hard, chest heaving as he let out a soft wow

• “If you’re done spying on me; can I come sit with you?”

• “I wasn’t spying MC” He grumbled, refusing to look you in the eye while you made your way over and sat next to him you reveled in how he blushed at being caught staring

• You apologized for worrying him and pecked him on the cheek, while he looked away again and wrapped an arm around you and brought you closer still couldn’t hide that blush tho huehuehueheuue

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #mm #zen #hyun ryu #yoosung #yoosung kim #jaehee #jaehee kang #jumin han #jumin #saeyoung #saeyoung choi #luciel #luciel choi #707 #v #jihyun kim #saeran #saeran choi #lunarmessenger

[lunatens]

too much to ask

word count: 1.5k

genre: angst :((

pairing: hwang hyunjin x gender neutral reader

requested by anonymous <3

a/n: i don’t write angst often but this is probably the most angsty thing i’ve ever written lolol pls enjoy i hope it makes u sad also if anyone wants a sequel lemme know bc i feel so bad doing best boy hyunjin like this 

112520 update: here’s the sequel!

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“happy birthday to me,” you sing lowly to yourself as you take another swig of your drink. it’s nearly midnight--meaning your birthday will be over in a mere few minutes--and hyunjin still isn’t home. you haven’t seen him all day, except for when he gave you a quick kiss when he left early in the morning with whispers of “i’ll see you tonight, babe. happy birthday,” as he quietly slipped out the door. 

honestly, you had high hopes for today. you’ve generally been understanding of hyunjin’s busy schedule, and while it’s hard for him to be busy or overseas so often you’ve gotten used to it. sure, it meant a lot of holidays or anniversaries or celebrations spent alone, and it always hurts, but you’ve learned to accept hyunjin can’t be with you all the time. 

but he promised you he’d be home early from practice today so the two of you could spend the entire evening and night together--a rare occurrence, most times you have to settle on just a video chat or something. so hyunjin promising to spend the evening together was a big deal, and you couldn’t help but get your hopes up. of course you support hyunjin’s career and you always will, but you’d be lying to say you don’t crave a normal relationship where you can actually be with each other.

you had sat there for god knows how long staring out the window, eagerly waiting for hyunjin’s arrival. as the shadows grew long and a dusty haze darkened the sky, your heart sank deeper and deeper while your apartment remained silent. no loud laughter or terrible, over the top renditions of “happy birthday” echoing through the walls; no smell of blown-out candles or taste of sweet frosting on your lips. most importantly, no kisses that taste like sprinkles or soft hugs or hours spent in hyunjin’s arms like you were expecting. you haven’t even heard from your boyfriend since he’s been out, and you find yourself thinking at least a “sorry running late” text would be nice.

all of the day’s increasingly sad events--or lack thereof--are what has led you to your current state: lying sprawled out on the couch in the dark with your drink in one hand and the tv remote in the other as you flick through channels. you notice the slight buzz of alcohol making your head feel a little fuzzy--perhaps you’re balancing the line of tipsy and drunk.

you’re so out of it you barely register the key in the lock or the creak of the door as it swings open. the quietness of how hyunjin removes his coat and shoes tells you he’s trying to avoid you noticing him right away--he’s being cautious, you know he’s unsure of how to handle this situation. you glance at the clock and aren’t sure whether to laugh or cry; it’s 12:01--he’s missed your birthday by a single minute.

you opt for ignoring hyunjin, wanting to see how he treats the situation. honestly, your thoughts are too cloudy to even try and piece words together, so silence seems like the best option for now. you remain your channel surfing, eventually settling on an animal documentary. on-screen, you watch as a herd of elephants traverse a large expanse of desert. the room is silent, besides the quiet narration of the elephants’ journey, but you know hyunjin’s still there.

after what seems like an eternity, you pick up on the tentative shuffling footsteps that make their way to the couch. you feel arms snake their way around you from behind, but you don’t reciprocate.

“i’m so sorry, y/n” he mumbles, climbing over the couch to sit beside you. he studies your face, but you continue staring at the tv ahead. a baby elephant is now approaching a mud hole in search of water. you try to focus on the elephants and not how upset you are at how your rare chance at having a fun night together was taken away from you. you’re trying not to think about how you’re always so patient with hyunjin, and you put up with so, so much, and the one day that’s meant to celebrate you has been ruined. was it too much to ask for just one day--scratch that, a mere evening together? apparently it was, you think to yourself, and you try to remain stoic but you can’t stop the teardrops from silently trickling down your cheek. the elephant on-screen slips and falls into the mudhole, trumpeting feebly as it struggles to climb out. 

“y/n, i’m so sorry.”hyunjin says again, this time pulling your body close to his so he can hold you tightly and stroke your hair gently like he always does to soothe you. this action makes it worse; now you feel like you shouldn’t be mad at him, it’s probably not his fault. but you still are mad, and you can’t seem to redirect this anger. you still remain limp, not responding at all to hyunjin’s attempts at reconciliation. the alcohol clouding your thoughts does nothing to help the situation, and you find you’re having trouble processing the whirlwind of emotions running through you.

“i just--i tried to leave after practice, which already was running late,but seungmin was struggling with a part of the choreo so i-”

“you promised.” you cut him off, voice quiet but stern--almost stern, actually, as your voice waivers a bit at the end. hyunjin shuts up, taking the cue not to make any excuses. he quietly waits for your response, and you can feel his heart beating loud in his chest. you know he’s feeling immense guilt right now and is doing his best to not set off any land mines, and you almost feel bad for him for a moment, but the pang in your chest when you finally look at him with tear-stained cheeks reminds you how hurt you are. 

“you promised, hyunjin. you promised we’d have this one evening together, and i was dumb enough to actually get excited to be able to spend time with my boyfriend for once but now i realize that was so stupid of me, how could i be so stupid hyunjin?? this should’ve been like every other holiday or celebration where i sit alone wishing you were here and you’re out with your friends having fun and touring the world, i always miss you when that happens and it sucks but at least it doesn’t hurt as bad as this does,” the words start spilling from your mouth, and you’re not sure how much hyunjin can even understand from your mildly slurred speech, but you’re sure he’s got the gist of it.

“y/n, i--”

“i wish i never met you.” you mutter, half to yourself. your voice is barely audible at all, in fact you wouldn’t even be sure you said it if it wasn’t for the way hyunjin’s face fell. you watch how the colour drains from his face and he stares at you with wide eyes and speechless lips, you can see the heartbreak written across his face. hyunjin responds softly, trying his best to keep his composure.

“y-you don’t mean that,” he says with uncertainty, now avoiding eye contact. you merely glare at him in response, you want to tell him you didn’t mean it and you take it all back but you know that’s not entirely true. as much as you love hyunjin so, so much, this loneliness and heartbreak is just so hard sometimes, and it makes you question whether this relationship is worth it. sometimes you just think it would be so much easier if you’d never met hyunjin, you wouldn’t know this kind of pain.

hyunjin’s breath hitches at your silence, and he runs his fingers through his hair--a constant habit of his. without looking back up at you, he speaks once again, voice low. 

“okay, well uh, i-i think i’m going to head to bed then. i lov--happy birthday, y/n.” he mutters, and with those words, he slowly makes his way to your shared bedroom. in your peripheral vision, you catch him turn to look at you when he reaches the doorway, but you continue staring blankly at the tv. it’s not long before his slender figure disappears from sight and you hear the door quietly click behind him.

on the tv screen, you notice the elephant has fallen into the mud pit and is struggling to climb free. the herd in the distance doesn’t seem to notice this struggle, and the elephant sinks deeper into the mud each time it tries to escape. you check your phone to see the time and your wallpaper photo of you and hyunjin together is enough to open the flood gates. silent tears stream down your face as you lie alone on the couch, pulling the blanket tight to you and trying not to think about how falling asleep without hyunjin beside you (yet knowing he’s in the room next to you) just feels so wrong. it’s safe to say this has been the worst birthday ever, you think to yourself as your drunkenness finally lulls you to sleep.

#skz #stray kids #stray kids scenarios #stray kids oneshot #stray kids drabble #hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin x you #hyunjin scenarios #hyunjin oneshot #stray kids fanfiction #hyunjin fanfiction #angst #kpop fanfiction #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #too much to ask #birthday #requested

[sephirotha]

A Weekend Apart

Yoosung was pulling the paper off the coffee cup again.  You always noticed that he only ever did this when he was nervous.

You recall the time he officially asked you out, he had torn off the label of your water bottle after you asked him to carry it for you.  He stumbled with his words, poor thing, couldn’t even look you in the eye.

You’ll never know why he was so nervous.  You had been waiting for him to make the first move for months.  You couldn’t have said yes quick enough.

You reach over to pet his hand and he jumps in his seat.

“Sorry, Y/N!  I…I guess my head is in the clouds again…”

You can’t help but giggle at his flustered look.  So sweet.

You spot a flash of white from your peripheral vision and turn your head to see Zen and Jaehee enter the café.  You wave to attract their attention.

Zen takes his sunglasses off and speaks to Jaehee who nods and attracts the barista’s attention.

“Y/N! Yoosung!  We hope you haven’t been waiting too long.”

You fidget in your seat as you grin up at the actor.  You feel like you could burst if you don’t praise him for his latest stage production.  Oh, how you and Jaehee swooned and cried with the emotional rollercoaster at opening night! His performance had you weeping with sorrow at the climatic scene before the curtains came down.

You couldn’t hold back a few comments about the production and Zen chuckles bashfully.

“Y/N, please. Jaehee hasn’t stopped talking about it either.  I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Mmm,” Yoosung hums as he circles a finger around the top of his cup.

You poke Yoosung’s cheek, teasing him about how he even shed a small tear at the end.  Your boyfriend huffs at your playful expression.

“Y/N, please. Zen didn’t need to know.”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Zen laughs and smiles up at Jaehee as she arrives with two drinks.  “Thanks, babe.”

Jaehee’s cheeks go bright red and you snicker behind your hand.

“Anyway.  Enough about me.  How are your studies going?”

You and Yoosung look away with guilty expressions.  Jaehee sighs and smiles slightly.

“You were playing LOLOL until three in the morning again, weren’t you?” she says as she takes the top off her cup and pours a sachet of sweetener into it.

“Of course not!” Yoosung exclaims and you deny Jaehee’s accusation just as fervently.

“You are terrible liars,” Zen sighs and takes a sip of his coffee.  “Don’t you have your mid-terms coming up?”

The cloud of doom lingers over you and Yoosung as the two of you nod slowly.

“It was a special seasonal event,” Yoosung mumbles shyly.

You nod with him and explain that a prominent character cameoed in it and you wanted to play it before you saw any spoilers in your social media platforms.  Zen and Jaehee share an exasperated look.

“You should take a break from it,” Jaehee advises.  “I’ve seen the two of you getting less sleep.”

“And not in the new couple kind of way,” Zen sighs, earning a brisk slap on the arm from his girlfriend.

The two of you blush and glance at each other.  Yoosung chuckles and looks away.

“Well…it’s kind of distracting with Y/N around.”

“I’m sure,” Zen smirks.  “I wager you can’t spend a weekend apart.”

You and Yoosung consider this idea and glance at each other.  Maybe Zen was right.  You rarely spent time to yourselves.  Maybe some distance might help with catching up on sleep and to get some extra studying done for your mid-terms.

“Maybe you could try spending some time apart,” Jaehee hums as she takes a tentative sip from her coffee.

“It might actually be a good challenge,” Zen nods.  “After all, what is a couple if they can’t spend some time apart occasionally?”

You softly remark that he and Jaehee rarely spend time together because of their work.  The couple before you glance at each other and Zen shrugs.

“Which makes every moment with Jaehee precious to me.”

Jaehee goes redder and turns away to cover her cheeks.  You giggle then turn to Yoosung.  You suggest that you should go through with it.  He looks nervous.

“Um…if that’s what you want, Y/N…”

You reassure your boyfriend that you can text each other.  You just weren’t allowed to log onto LOLOL or visit each other’s places. He gives you a determined smile.

“Then yes!  We can do it!  It will be good for us and our studies!”

You nod.

So it was decided that the two of you would spend the weekend apart.  Surely it wouldn’t be too hard?

#mystic messenger #yoosung x reader #jaehee x zen #jaehee kang #Yoosung Kim #zen #ryu hyun #fanfiction

[seanfalco]

Blood in the Water - Part II

Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Mafia!Jaskier x f!Reader Word Count: 1777 Rating: E Warning(s): Swearing, Smut a/n: Took some liberties with naming a character, since I’ve found nothing about him in canon Witcherverse, so he’s my character now lolol.

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You woke to the sound of your phone skittering across your bedside table.

Groaning, you rolled over, reaching for it blindly, your other arm thrown over your eyes against the light beginning to spill through the gap in the curtains.  “Hello?” you answered groggily, not even bothering to check the caller i.d. before answering.

“[Y/N]?”  Jaskier’s anxious voice assailed you through the earpiece and you winced, pushing yourself up.

“Jask?  What time is it?”

“A little after nine,” he answered and you groaned again.

“Why are you calling so early?  Aren’t you supposed to be meeting with your dad soon?” you asked.

“I just left the restaurant,” he replied, as if it weren’t important.  “I was worried about you.  I tried texting you several times last night, but you never texted me back.”

“Oh shit,” you breathed, the events of the night before suddenly flooding your memory.  As soon as you had gotten home from the bar you’d locked the door, drawn all the curtains, and took several shots which turned into downing nearly half the bottle of cheap vodka from your cupboard before passing out, still dressed, completely forgetting to text Jaskier.

“I’m sorry, I completely dropped the ball on that,” you said, sighing deeply, grappling with whether or not you should tell him what you saw.

“[Y/N]... is everything alright?”

“Uhm.  Not really,” you admitted, frowning at the tremor that had snuck into your voice as you sat up.  The clear anxiety in Jaskier’s question made up your mind.  “Something happened after you left last night…”

“What do you mean?”  Jaskier asked.

“When I went back into the bar to get my phone, I uh, I saw… I saw --” you had to pause to take a steadying breath before continuing.  “I saw someone get murdered,” you whispered, as if afraid of being overheard.

The line went silent and panic began to well inside your chest.

“Jask...?”

“What?” he asked.

You swallowed, trying to work moisture back into your suddenly dry mouth as the horrific scene played before your eyes again.

“In the kitchen, there were these three guys and they… they were torturing this fourth guy, tied to a chair and-and I.  I couldn’t look away, Jask.  Oh Gods.  And they…”  You knew you were rambling, your stomach turning at the memory, but Jaskier didn’t interrupt you.  You suddenly wished he were with you right then.

“Did anyone see you?”  The urgency in Jaskier’s voice scared you.  

“I--I don’t think so?”

The sudden pounding at your apartment door filled your veins with ice and you froze, your eyes snapping toward the sound.

“Shit.”

“[Y/N]?  [Y/N]!”

Jaskier’s voice buzzed in your ear, but it seemed so far away; the fear gripping you turning your lips numb.  When the pounding came again you nearly dropped your phone.

“[Y/N]!”

“Jaskier, there’s someone at my door,” you whispered, slowly getting off the bed.

“[Y/N], listen to me.  Whatever you do, do not answer that door.  I’ll be right there.”

“No Jask, I-I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you said, approaching the front door cautiously; the sound of muffled voices coming from the other side.  Taking a deep breath you peered through the peephole, only for your suspicions to be confirmed.  Three imposing figures stood in the hall, crowding your door, the one closest was the man in the dark suit.

“How the hell did they find me?” you whispered, jumping when the man outside banged on the door again.

“Open up, we know you’re in there.  If you cooperate we won’t have to hurt you.”

“Fuck,” you swore under your breath, bringing the phone back to your ear, only to catch the end of Jaskier’s tirade.

“[Y/N], are you there?”

“Hey.  I’m here.  Jaskier, I-I have to go though.  I’ll call you later…”

“Wait, no don’t hang up--”

With all the willpower you possessed, you hung up.  

“...If I’m still alive later.”

Wiping your eyes you lifted your chin and opened the door.  “How can I help you gentlemen?” you asked, forcing yourself to look their leader in the eye, your voice only trembling slightly.  You wanted to smile reassuringly, but you couldn’t quite make your face cooperate.  You just hoped you didn’t look as terrified as you felt.

“So you know why we’re here?” the man asked, giving you a once over.

“Not really.”

The man smirked.  “Playing innocent won’t help you darlin’.  I saw you with my own two eyes last night.  So let’s save each other some time and get straight to the point.”

Swallowing, you forced yourself to breathe.

“I didn’t tell anyone what I saw.  And I don’t plan on it,” you lied quickly.

The man’s smirk only deepened.  “I hope for your sake you’re telling the truth.  But that’s not for me to decide.  Come on.”  Clasping a large hand on your shoulder he pulled you out into the hall. 

“Where are you taking me?” you asked nervously, wetting your lips.

“The Boss wants a word with you.”

----

You’d been blindfolded as soon as you’d been shoved into the back seat of a sleek nondescript dark car parked outside.  With no sense of how far you’d traveled you had no idea where you’d been taken as you were led blindly out of the car and into a building.  Steered through several corridors you stumbled into a room and were pushed into a chair, the blindfold roughly pulled from your head.  Blinking at the suddenness of sight you gaped at the dim room around you, your gaze settling on the chair behind the heavy wooden desk in front of you.  

The chair spun slowly to face you and in any other situation you would have scoffed at the theatrics of it, but the man that sat before you now inspired no humour.  Leaning forward he regarded you over steepled fingers, his striking blue eyes holding you captive.

“[Y/N], right?” the man asked, studying you intently.  You had a feeling those sharp eyes could see right through you.

Unable to summon your voice you merely nodded.

“You tend the bar at my humble pub.”

You nodded again at his observation.

“So, you are aware of who I am?”

Swallowing, you nodded a third time.  The man raised an eyebrow, as if waiting for you to say it aloud.  Clearing your throat awkwardly you answered.  

“You’re Alfred Pankratz, the Boss of the Pankratz crime syndicate.”

“Good girl,” he purred with a curt nod of his head.

Something about the way his blue eyes caught the light seemed increasingly familiar, but you pushed the thought aside, instead focusing on his words.

“I have it on good authority, [Y/N], that you witnessed something you weren’t supposed to last night.  Is that correct?”

“Y-yes… sir,” you added belatedly, unsure how to refer to him.

“You saw my capos kill a man, is that correct?” he asked bluntly and you nodded.

“I-I didn’t mean to.  I left my phone behind at work, you see, and when I went back in to get it…” you explained, your voice trailing off under his thin lipped smile.

“A bad twist of luck,” he remarked, sitting back in his chair.  “Now, importantly, have you told anyone what you witnessed [Y/N]?”

“No sir,” you replied quickly, again hoping the lie wasn’t obvious.  Jaskier was the last person you wanted to get dragged into this mess.

“Good.  And do you plan on telling anyone what you saw?”

“No sir!” you exclaimed with even more force.  “I would never.  I-I swear.  I ain’t no snitch.”

Alfred Pankratz snorted, amusement filling the sound.  “We shall see, Miss [Y/N].”

From your peripheries you saw the men from earlier, his capos, move in, reaffixing the blindfold over your eyes.

“We’ll be watching [Y/N] and we will know if you break your word.”

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They’d taken your blindfold off before pushing you out of the car in front of your building.  Tripping over the curb you glanced back at the car as it pulled away, letting out quite possibly the longest breath ever.  It had felt as though you’d been holding it in since the capos had knocked on your door.

Climbing the stairs to your apartment you barely noticed that your door was left unlocked, and as soon as you stepped inside Jaskier nearly knocked you backwards as he embraced you.

“Jesus Christ [Y/N], don’t fucking scare me like that again,” he exclaimed, pulling you against his chest in a bone creaking hug.  “I thought… nevermind what I thought,” he muttered quickly, pulling back to look you over, his hands brushing your clothes, your hair, your skin in a frenzied haste as he searched you for injuries.

“You thought you’d never see me again,” you finished, the very same thought having raced through your mind the entire time you were gone.

“Yeah,” Jaskier replied simply, taking a shaky breath.  “Where did they take you?”

“I don’t know,” you answered distractedly, reaching up to hold his face between your hands, needing to feel him; your eyes searching his face as though committing the sight to memory.  “I was blindfolded.  I talked to the Boss of the Pankratz family himself.”

At that Jaskier’s eyes widened before darkening momentarily -- so quickly you weren’t entirely sure you hadn’t imagined it.  

“I promised him I would tell anyone.”

“They didn’t hurt you?” he asked instead.

“No.  I’m a little shaken,” an understatement, “but I’m alright.”

Without warning Jaskier’s lips were on yours as he scooped you into his arms, walking you backwards toward your bed.  You went eagerly, your lips moving against his with a ferocity that startled even you.  Laying you back on the bed Jaskier crawled over you, deepening the kiss, his hands ghosting up your sides, lifting up your shirt.  Breaking the kiss only long enough for him to rid you of the garment, you tugged at his; running your hands up his chest to tangle in his dark hair.

You’d always thought it ridiculous in movies when couples would have crazy passionate sex right after a life and death situation, but now you felt you could understand.  Every touch, every caress made you feel alive and you reveled in it.

Rolling Jaskier to his back you straddled him as you tore at his belt, kissing him like some ravenous beast as you unbuttoned his jeans and slipped your hand beneath his boxers to caress his quickly hardening length; swallowing his moans.

If you’d considered your relationship with Jaskier casual, bordering on something more before now, you had a feeling things were going to be different from here on out.

#jaskier x reader #jaskier imagines #jaskier smut #the witcher fic #jaskier #dandelion #julian alfred pankratz #mafia!jaskier #fic: blood in the water #my writing

[alloveroliver]

Human!Faust ⚔ Vampire!MC “For Science”

Sip Fics: A Dark Valentines Day Event. 

Thirst Rating: Smut 18+

Vampire MC AU

Ikemen Vampire Drabble

Faust scribbled in his notebook, brows pinching thoughtfully. You sat still, listening to the clock slowly tick by on the wall. Time seemed to move at a snail's pace in the silent office. 

He looked up, green eyes piercing through your gaze. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it before he could. He chewed his lip, tore his eyes away from you, then began scribbling some more. 

“I didn’t know you were so curious about me.” You teased, pushing a loose piece of hair behind your ear. He’d been asking questions about your vampiric nature since you met. He couldn’t hide the scientist's mind he was given. He itched for information and the truth. From what you could tell, he would go to great lengths to get it. 

Faust’s pen stopped abruptly halting the calming scribbling noise. He dropped the utensil to the desk and removed his glasses. He pinched the frames between his fingers while rubbing his eyes. His hands moved from his face to his hair as he simmered on a deep thought.

“Your very existence is entirely fascinating.” He turned his head slowly toward you. “You know that?” Faust scoffed a laugh at his own rhetorical question. 

You stood at once, dress slinking back down over your knees as you did, and walked around his desk. As you closed the space between the two of you, Faust pushed his chair out from under the furniture and relaxed back. His eyes watched you expectantly, amused that he could never predict your next move.

He studied you carefully still. Placing your hands on either side of his body, you brought your face down to eye level. He didn’t back away, nor move for that matter. He tried to hide his caught breath as your hands slid up and down on the armrests. 

He sat up straighter when your knee moved to his right hip. Then his face tinged pink when your other leg moved to his left hip. You sat gracefully on his lap and smiled at his quickly cracking facade. He released his glasses from his fingertips, and the metal clattered atop the wood surface. 

Faust’s left arm moved to wrap around your back to hold you to him. He looked at your features up close with insurmountable curiosity. The leather chair squeezed as he shifted his weight with you on top. 

“May I try something?” Your eyes roamed his sharp features while you listened for permission. 

“Like-” His voice broke as he spoke. Faust cleared his throat and began again. “Like what? Specifically.” He cut his eyes to yours as if your gaze held all the answers. 

Of all the time spent with this man asking you questions and testing your abilities, not once had he seen you feed. You couldn’t tell if he was ultimately scared of that act itself or if he’d not even thought that far ahead yet. 

It took time for others to process the information after you told them of your blight. The feeding was usually quite uncomfortable for someone to ask about, especially a human. Maybe Faust was waiting to trust you more, or perhaps he was trying to put it out of his mind completely. Either way, your curiosity about how he would taste beckoned you more. He should learn how you feed sooner rather than later, right?

Your growing relationship only made your throat burn more. The small touches and simple flirts almost made you snap. You needed, even if it was small, a taste of this man you’d been craving all this time. 

You took his arm slowly, assessing his hand. His fingers were covered in many small scars. Tiny cuts and calluses littered his palm. 

“May I…” you let your lips graze the area below his thumb. “Have a taste?” 

His eyes went wide, and his brows rose. “How long have you been craving-ah!” He began to move forward to grab his pen to take notes, but you pushed him firmly on the center of his chest to get him to sit back. The pen fumbled out of his hand and rolled off the desk to the floor. 

“A while.” You stated, moving your lips gradually down to his wrist. 

“I suppose…” He blinked quickly as if that would wake him up from this dream. “If it’s just a small taste.” His eyes were wide as he watched you assess his wrist carefully. The reality of the situation didn’t seem to register in his head just yet. “Then, yes.”

You were glad he agreed. You gently caressed the back of his hand with your fingertips and gave Faust a kind smile. This gesture seemed to soothe him, allowing his face to relax back to what you were used to seeing. 

“Thank you,” You breathed before biting into the thin skin of his wrist as hard as you would an apple. 

Faust jolted, but you ignored his outcry as the blood rushed to your lips. It was sweet on your tongue, making your mind burst into a million fireworks all at once. You moved your lips to encase the wound and suck hard on the dainty wrist. 

Faust made a sound through gritted teeth, and then his eyes rolled back. A deep sigh escaped his lips, a lewd mewl echoing off the office walls.

You looked up from your meal to see his pink-hued face and his hooded eyes. He liked it. The look of pure rapture on his face told you as much. You smiled at the puddle of a once stoic man in front of you. 

“I, ah…” His voice turned to a sensual moan that heated your center. That sound was music to your ears. “Why do I feel like this?” He asked in a daze.

“Hmm?” You murmured along his skin, lapping at the essence that poured out. 

“It feels so…” His eyes met yours, and a wave crashed over the two of you. “So good.” 

You couldn’t keep the smile from your lips as you helped his pleasure along. More bites to his wrist had him practically pushing his arm into your face. You began to move slowly, feeling his cock grow hard where you sat. You rhythmically rubbed your hips over his girth, allowing him to lose himself in the sensations. 

The simultaneous stimulation made his skin clammy, and his breath labored. He gasped for air when he wasn’t groaning, and he bucked his hips when he wasn’t writhing. 

His free arm moved to your hips and helped guide your core over his. Blood ran down his arm, and you moved quickly to lap up the droplets. Hair that framed your face began to stick to your damp forehead the longer you exerted yourself. 

Now that the bite was over, you wondered if he would calm back down. However, his hips didn’t stop, and his solid center didn’t go away. 

“I can feel how wet your panties are getting.” He groaned, mouth seeking to find yours in the bliss.

“So now were backtalking, I see?” You teased, cupping his head in your hand. 

Your thumb ran along his plump bottom lip. He allowed your fingers to unhinge his jaw, holding his mouth wide open. Faust’s hands moved to push your dress up above your knees while keeping his eyes on yours. He held your gaze all the way until your noses touched. 

You held his face with your finger and thumb while you kissed him fiercely. Faust’s hands pushed your skirt out of the way and quickly cupped your sex. His fingers ran along the center of your panties focusing on the bundle of nerves at the tip.

You broke the kiss with a gasp, and he shone you a devious smile. You knew him well enough to read most of his facial expressions. The one he was sporting now looked competitive. You knew Faust would continue this until every sound out of your mouth was just as lewd as the ones you'd made him spew.

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Thank you, @anon , for sending in an ask!

Scrapped titles were “Lost in the sauce” and “Freaky Faust” lolol

The event status is at the top of my blog, along with the initial post!

#Ikemen Vampire #ikevamp faust #faust x mc #sip fics

[strawberriestyles]

Part 5: Ghost Grave

(BANNER BY THE GODDESS HERSELF @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy​)

Harry X Reader (AU)

In which you try to resolve the case of a fraternity’s haunting in a single night.

Read previous parts here.

Word count: 2.6k

Author’s note: Here’s the end!! I think it’s probably the most satisfying conclusion I’ve written to date but you let me know lolol. Please enjoy!

There’s no way to tell how long you’ve been sitting here, dirt caking your hands and staining your fingernails. It could be minutes or hours. The pain in your leg is still thick and pulsing but you have yet to look past your skirt, terrified that you might find bone protruding from flesh. Instead, you sob with your eyes directed toward the concrete ceiling.

The fallen flashlight rests just beside one of your hands, beam illuminating the body which lays crumpled mere feet from you in this pit, this unmarked grave. It is only visible in your periphery.

Your thoughts have slowed, stalled, unable to venture any further back than the memory of your fall. But now your mind races to catch up, to connect the string of individual memories into something coherent. Of course you drew a solid conclusion at the very moment you first saw the skeleton in this room, but you have only now been able to process the truth of your situation.

Harry’s name leaves your lips before you’ve fully formed the idea of him. But nothing answers, only the very distant thump of music. You could almost convince yourself that the bass is all in your head.

“Harry,” you whisper again. The light beside you flickers and you can finally force yourself to lower your gaze, but still you see nothing new. “Please."

“Y/N, I didn’ know.”

The voice is so sudden and strange and close that you shift away from it. Your leg screams in protest and you let out a breathy shriek.

“Don’ move.”

You turn your head in the direction of the words, which sound garbled and thin, nothing more than a movement of air. Harry stands there beside you in the pit, his eyes unblinking and his body stock-still. But neither of these visuals is what unnerves you. It’s the transparency of him, the wispy form through which you can see the very solid skeleton—the very empty shell of what he once was.

You stare through him, see through him, and neither of you speaks for some time.

“Harry, when did you die?” Your voice is hoarse, thick, more real than anything else that surrounds you, or so it feels. Your eyes focus on the blurred outline of him and he stares back at you.

“Halloween of 1986.” He bends down as he speaks until his face is mere inches from yours. This close, you can see dirt smeared along his cheek. He looks just how you remember seeing him throughout the rest of the house, just dirtier and…less. “What year is it?”

“2019.”

There’s a sound like a shocked sigh and you can feel air pass over the edges of your face. It makes you shiver, and suddenly the cold that you’ve felt at random points throughout the night intensifies. Your arms curl around your abdomen. Your stomach is churning. This man in front of you, this ghost, is almost boyish in his confusion. And you are cold to the very center of your being.

“Why did you bring me down here? To find you?”

He shakes his head quickly. “No. I didn’ know. I thought—” He cuts himself off and shakes his head once more. “I didn’ remember any of it. Not until we got in here. Not until I saw my body—or my bones, I guess.” He scoffs. "Love, I didn’ know I was dead.”

You feel like you really could be sick. You almost wish he’d led you here purposely. This way is so much more tragic.

“What happened?”

Harry sighs. “No one was home and I was about to leave for a party. I just—I came downstairs because the power went out and then I found that space in the wall and…I fell. The same way you did."

You try to picture Harry—this man that you’ve known for only a single night but who feels so familiar already—stumbling through the dark alone, falling and suffering here where you currently sit. The fear and pain and loneliness he must have felt. “How long were you here for?”

“I died right away. Must’ve hit my head. Or broken my neck. One or the other.”

It’s a relief, somehow. You ache to touch him, to comfort him or yourself, you’re unsure.

“What even is this place?”

“I dunno. And I doubt the landlord actually knows it’s here. He would’ve said somethin’. Would’ve at least checked when I went missin’.” Harry sighs. “Y/N, ‘m sorry.”

“What?”

“I didn’ mean to drop yeh. ’S just—I was holdin’ on to yeh one second and then I couldn’ hold on to anythin’.”

“How does that even work? You’ve been touching me all night. I—“ Blood rushes to your face as you remember the time you spent in his bedroom. Well, what was once his bedroom. And the hoodie you’ve stolen from a closet that no longer belongs to him. “I could feel you touching me.”

“Could yeh?”

“Yes, I—”

Suddenly, you’re not so sure. Could it all have been in your head? Surely not. No, even when you weren’t looking, he pulled you away from the falling attic ladder and tweaked your shoulder. He broke the rungs of a ladder all on his own. He was solid beneath your fingers, if only a little slippery. It just doesn’t seem possible when he’s here in front of you in a flickering form. You reach your hand forward and it slides through him with little more than a chill. He blinks slowly.

“Can you feel that?”

“Yes,” Harry answers, shifting toward you like he’s chasing your touch.

Perhaps it wasn’t all in your head, but maybe it was a joint effort. A manifestation of your imagination and Harry’s obliviousness to his own death. After all, he only faded after he’d seen his empty body.

“Yeh need to get out of here, love. Can tell yeh’re tryin’ not to look at it, but your leg isn’t in great shape. No one’s gonna find yeh down here. And I don’ think they’ll be able to hear you either.”

He’s right, you’re sure. But the mere thought of trying to get up makes your head spin. Pain still lances needle-sharp through your leg, up from your ankle to your kneecap and back down.

“I don’t think I can.”

“Yeh have to. Now, get up.”

Harry stands again. He watches you expectantly, and despite your reluctance, you press your back into the wall of the pit. The edge from which you fell is above you but it looks incredibly far away. You close your eyes and hold your breath as you press upward. Although you put all of your weight on your good leg, you have to grit your teeth against the jolting agony of your injured limb as your heel drags across the ground. It’s close to unbearable, but you power through. When you’re upright, you tilt your head back and your heart plummets.

“I can’t reach that,” you whisper.

“You need to try,” Harry insists.

With a huff, you spin yourself around. The force of your movement twists your leg so roughly that you cry aloud. Harry is at your side, his hands extended toward you but missing the pressure that his touch should carry. His face is drawn and creased, so human, so life-like. And you reach your fingers up the wall and there are still too many feet between you and the lip of that floor.

“Are yeh okay?”

“No.” You let out a pathetic sob, lower your hands, and lean your forehead to rest against the back of one. Tears leak down your cheeks and leave your face feeling stiff and sticky. “Harry, I need you to help me.”

“How?”

“I’m not gonna be able to pull myself out of here.”

Harry shakes his head. “I can’ lift yeh. I can’ even touch yeh.”

“I know, I know. I need you to tell someone I’m down here.”

“Y/N.” Harry tilts his head like he pities you. That’s not right. He’s the dead one. You’re still alive. You still have a chance, but it depends on him. “No one else can see me.”

“What?”

“I felt like I was drawn to you when yeh got here tonight. Like—like yeh were open somehow. And I didn’ know why, but I guess we know now.”

“Please, Harry. I need you to try.”

“Love, I was just up there tryin’. The whole time yeh’ve been sittin’ here. I was upstairs and I couldn’ get a single person to acknowledge me.”

Your head spins all over again and you sink down to the ground, screaming as you jostle your bad leg. Your eyes finally catch sight of your injury and although there’s no visible bone, the limb is angled strangely. The contents of your stomach threaten to empty but you swallow against rising bile. You yell for help as an overwhelming anxiety, a helplessness overtakes you.

“I’m going to die down here with you,” you choke out between sobs. Harry only watches from above, his lips pressed tightly together, eyebrows drawn low. He waits until you’ve cried yourself out, until you’ve calmed yourself back to the silent, contemplative state you sat in while he was upstairs. Then he crouches down in front of you.

“Yeh’re not gonna die, love. We’re gonna figure somethin’ out, okay? Yeh’re gonna be fine.”

You look into his softened face, contrasted by the determined look in his eyes and the set of his jaw, and you can almost believe him. But the hopelessness of your predicament is overpowering. You let your head rest back against the wall.

“Stop it.” Harry’s hand slides up your wrist, and it shocks you like a bit of static before the sensation fades into nothing again. “I can’ touch yeh and I can’ talk to anyone else, but there’s gotta be somethin’ I can do to help. Think, love. Yeh’re smart enough for this.”

Your cheek lolls onto your shoulder. You let his determination stir your own and you begin to think back through the events of the night. All of the times you felt cold or uncomfortable, the slamming attic door. The darkness of that attic and this basement. The complete loss of power not once but twice tonight, and the flickering of the flashlight bulb when Harry reappeared here beside you.

“The electricity.”

“What?”

You stare down at the light and nod. “You need to short the power again.”

“What?”

“Harry, it’s been you all night. You’re the ghost who’s been causing the power outages. You just need to do it once more so that someone comes downstairs.”

He shakes his head regretfully. “I didn’ do any of that on purpose. It just happened. I didn’ even think it was me doin’ it, love.”

“Well, you know now, and I need you to try. Really hard. Please, Harry.”

He’s frowning, but there’s a look of desperation on his face that you’re sure mirrors your own.

“Please,” you whisper again.

Harry closes his eyes, sighing, threading his fingers together. His face screws up like he’s trying to concentrate, but it’s only a few seconds before he mumbles, “I have no clue what ‘m supposed to be doin’.”

Your head tips forward and you grunt as a muscle in your broken leg twitches.

“Okay, okay,” Harry says as your fist at your hair. He closes his eyes again and this time he stills completely, He stops breathing the air he doesn’t need and ceases the disconcerting flickering at the edges of his form. The flashlight shorts for a quick moment before blinking back to life. Then you’re immersed in darkness again. Your head spins, thoughts circling down a drain, and you hear your name in Harry’s garbled voice before you lose consciousness.

***

When you awake, you can hear voices, distant and urgent and muffled. Dead, you think. I’m dead. An entire army of earth-bound ghosts is parading around you and you’re dead.

“Y/N, you awake?”

When your eyes open, it’s dark as night. There is no flashlight, but you can feel a presence by your shoulder. And then a touch, soft, but very real.

“Harry?”

“Yeah, ’s me.”

“I’m dead.” It’s not a question. If you can feel him, you must be, and somehow the thought doesn’t make you as upset as you thought it might.

He chuckles. “After all that work? No, yeh’re not dead, love.”

“What?”

“There are paramedics here. They’re tryin’ to figure out how to get yeh outta here because your leg is broken. And the bigger guys can’ fit through the gap but the women wouldn’ be able to lift yeh out alone.”

Your mind spins and Harry’s knuckles brush at your cheek. “How are you doing that?”

“I dunno. Just want to really bad. Tha’s how I got the power out. Think it was me that made yeh pass out though, love. ‘M sorry. Was like I needed more energy and yeh just kinda…gave it to me.”

“So, someone came downstairs?”

“Yeah.” You can hear the smile in Harry’s voice. And the sound is so strong, like he was never a diminished version of himself. “And then I threw the flashlight at him.”

“You what?”

“Well, yeh weren’ conscious, and I wasn’ about to just let him turn the power on and go back upstairs. So, I flung it at the little gap and it rolled into the other room. He couldn’ fit in here, but he called the police.”

“Harry,” you begin, shifting toward him. Your leg twists and you let out a guttural scream.

“Hello?” someone shouts from the main basement. “Miss, we’re coming to get you!”

“Look, we don’ have a lot of time before they get in here and if yeh’re just talkin’ to open air, they’re gonna think yeh’ve gone mad.”

“Or that I’m in shock,” you argue.

“Yeh probably are.”

“Shut up.”

Harry’s fingers whisper along your jaw once more before his touch falls away. “Thank you,” he says.

“For what?”

“For finding my body.”

“I didn’t—”

“You did, even if you didn’t mean to, even I didn’t mean for you too.” He sighs, and it sounds exaggerated, especially when you realize that he doesn’t need the air that he's moving. “Will you tell my family?”

There’s a thick silence that falls between you, and in it, you hold your breath. “Tell them what?”

“That I didn’ just run away. That I wasn’ murdered. That I didn’ suffer. They probably have no idea what happened to me. Maybe they didn’ even have a funeral. I dunno. Maybe they’ve all died, but I feel like I would know, right?”

You swallow, though your throat’s dry. Harry lays a palm over the back of your hand.

“Please? Just let them know?”

“Of course I will, Harry.”

Then his lips are pressed to your forehead, light and feathery as cotton, and you can feel him smile against your skin. “Oh,” he mumbles, “and I think yeh’ll do just fine as a paranormal investigator, love. Think yeh picked the right major after all.”

When he pulls away, you can feel him stand up, feel him drifting, somehow. “You’re leaving,” you observe, and your voice is more desperate than you expected. “Where are you going?"

There’s shuffling in the crevice that leads to this place as first responders attempt to reach you. Metal scrapes against the concrete walls and people in the basement are still shouting at each other. But you can hear Harry’s voice over all of the din as he says, “The only place I can go. On.” And then he’s gone.

The End

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[foxyotomelady]

The First Night (1st Spin-off) (JuminxReader)

Author’s notes:

This is a Spin-off to this story. I suggest to read the entire story first.

This is slightly NSFW-ish, I guess. Well, compared to my earlier smutty fanfics, lol.

For a time it will be the last I publish. I am currently working on my book, so I won’t have time for fics :( But I'll be back, just be patient ;)

Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV | Epiloque | 1st Spin-off (You are here) | 2nd Spin-off | 3rd Spin-off pt 1 | 3rd Spin-off pt 2 | 3rd Spin-off pt 3 |

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Your rented flat was small and modest, but it was yours in some way and you felt comfortable in it. It's been about two weeks since you broke up with Zen. Among the RFA members, it was still awkward and weird. Despite this, you still quite often visited the chat room when you were taking a break from work. Now, when you lived alone and you had to pay your bills yourself, you worked more. That's why it was nice to sometimes get away from duties. You logged in to the chat room and noticed that Jumin is also present on it.

You: Hello, Jumin ^^

Jumin Han: 

Jumin Han: hello, how's your day?

You: quite nice, and yours?

Jumin Han: I'm at dinner with my father and his new woman.

You: ... another one?

Jumin Han: Yes.

You: It must be hard for you…

Jumin Han: Yes, it is. That's why I'm glad you're here.

You: Aren't they complaining about you being at your phone?

Jumin Han: They didn't even notice.

Jumin Han: They're too busy talking with each other.

Jumin Han: I will need to forget about this event.

Jumin Han: Can we...?

You: ... meet up?

Jumin Han: Yes, that would be great.

Jumin Han: 

You: So tonight? ^^

You: At my place?

Jumin Han: At your place?

You: ya, why not?

Jumin Han: Alright. I'll be there at 8 pm.

You: Will it not cause any unpleasant gossip for you?

You: You know... My area is not too... prestigious.

Jumin Han: I will be discreet.

[707 has entered the chat room]

707: 

707: oh, the secret meeting

707: this is exciting

You: Seven, why are you always here when you’re least needed?

707:

707: Did I say something wrong?

707: you two lovely birds don't have to be so mysterious anymore, lolol

Jumin Han: We're trying to be considerate.

Jumin Han: Not that you can understand that.

707: ouch

707: so harsh T-T

[Zen has entered the chat room]

707: oooooooh

707: that'll be awkward

Zen: well, hello.

You: Hello, Zen. How are you?

Zen: Ha! This is a funny question!

Jumin Han: Leave her alone, Zen.

Zen: oh, look at you, what a protector.

Zen: you two, you are quite fast.

You: Zen...

Jumin Han: Do you have a problem with that?

Zen: well, OF COURSE I have

Zen: Are you stupid or what?

Jumin Han: I'm not going to waste my energy on this stupid quarrel with you.

Zen: That's right, you have to keep your energy for TONIGHT.

707: *takes out a pack of popcorn*

You: Zen, is this really necessary?

Zen: and you cheating on me was necessary?

Jumin Han: Your relationship with her was unnecessary.

You: Jumin…

Zen: ….

Zen: okay, I'm leaving.

[Zen has left the chat room]

You: -_-

You: Jumin!

Jumin Han: What? He started it.

707: I'm enjoying this far too much lololol

707: 

[Zen has entered the chat room]

Zen: One more thing.

Zen: You two calling this considerate?

Zen: You were showing off.

Zen: You rubbed in my face that you're going to spend the night together.

Jumin Han: It’s no longer your concern.

Zen: Are you freaking kidding me?

You: okay, that's enough -_-

You: Can you two please stop with this nonsense?

Jumin Han: Actually, I have to go.

Jumin Han: My apologies, Y/N.

Jumin Han: See you tonight.

[Jumin Han has left the chat room]

Zen:

Zen: he's showing off on purpose!

You: No, he’s not.

Zen: okay, so next time, when you're about to discuss on THIS matter

Zen: Do it through your phone

Zen: jesus christ

You: it was a pure coincidence that we were talking about it here, Zen.

You: nobody was going to show off.

You: so please, calm down.

Zen: ARGH

[Zen has left the chat room]

707: lolololol

707: what a drama

You: … and you're still here…

707: I never thought I'd be able to enjoy the quarrels of these two even more

707: but thanks to you

[Y/N has left the chat room]

You fell your back on the sofa and sighed loudly. How much time will it look like this? Of course, you knew why it looks like this and you were not surprised, but you would like to rest from this constant awkwardness and quarrels. You were really trying not to show off with your relationship with Jumin, and you understood why Zen was so angry. But on the other hand, he couldn't expect that you'll pretend eternally that nothing is happening.

You started to feel anxious when evening drew near. Knowing what kind of life does Jumin live, you suddenly understood what a bad idea it was to invite him here. Even when you cleaned up your little apartment, and decorated the table with candles to give the environment a little romantic atmosphere… You still had the feeling that you didn’t do enough. But it was too late to change your mind. Finally, 8 pm approached.

You heard a knock on the door. You took a deep breath and opened it. Your relationship with Jumin, unlike with Zen, was not born because you fell in love with his appearance. But you couldn't deny that he always looked handsome and elegant. Now, too. He gave you a bouquet of flowers, for which you thanked embarrassed. You let him into the apartment, but before you closed the door, you looked around. There were neither limousine nor bodyguards - but you were sure they were nearby.

You put the flowers in a jug, and Jumin removed and hung his coat. Then, he put a bottle of wine - which he also had with him - on the table. You felt you were getting red when he started looking around your small apartment.

"It's cozy in here," He commented.

"Really?" You smiled wryly.

"But if you need something bigger, I can organize something for you," he suggested at once.

"Jumin…"

"You can also move to my-"

"Jumin, we've talked about it, it's definitely too early."

He sighed, "I'm just worried, this neighborhood does not look safe either."

"I've lived here before, nothing has ever happened, so you don't need to worry, really. Also, I can manage myself."

He turned to you, pouting. You giggled, stood on tiptoe to reach his face and kissed him lightly on the lips, "You're cute."

"Me?" He looked confused.

You nodded and then invited him to the table, "We have a pizza… and wine... It will be an interesting combination."

"I've never had a pizza before," he declared.

You opened your eyes wide, "Really? So you don't know what you were missing!"

The dinner was quite funny. Jumin really liked the pizza, which pleased you. You've never been good at cooking. Besides, it was interesting to watch him eat so common food. He looked almost shocked that such food could be so tasty. Of course, the wine also helped you both to relax. And he was right saying at the party that you're not much of a drinker. Pretty soon it started to spin in your head, and finally, somehow you managed to get dirty with the sauce.

"Argh! Now I need to change clothes," You complained and Jumin chuckled at you.

"I can help you with that."

"Oh my! Mr. Han, you want to take advantage of me when I'm drunk?"

He smiled at you innocently, "I was just kidding, go change your clothes, I'll wait."

"What a gentleman!" You giggled.

You went to your bedroom and wondered for a moment. Should you...? No... Or maybe… Ah, fuck it! You knew that he wants it as much as you do. So you changed into a nightgown. It was quite defiant. It exposed your legs and arms, besides it was a little translucent and showed your underwear underneath. Before you left the bedroom, you took a deep breath, your heart ached.

Jumin was stunned when he saw you. He definitely didn't expect it. You smiled triumphantly and approached him, "I thought it is late so… Why wouldn't I wear a nightgown?"

"Do you really expect me to retain control of myself, while you’re looking like this?"

"Or maybe I just want you to lose control."

"You shouldn't say such dangerous things. I want to you to remember our first-"

You chuckled, interrupting him, "Jumin, I'm not THAT drunk."

"If you say so," He rose from his sit and moved close to you.

You stood facing each other, silent, your heart was beating faster and faster. He slowly ran his hand along your waist. You bit your lip, and when you raised your head, Jumin leaned forward. Just like the first time, the kiss was very gentle and careful at the beginning. But your breaths were slowly starting to accelerate, your bodies to warm up. Jumin pressed you lightly against himself, and you clenched your hands on the fabric of his shirt.

The room you were in was small, so as soon as you started to move, your back quickly met the wall. Then Jumin's kisses became hungry, your quiet sighs melted in them, and your body strained. You were already dizzy from wine and now this… You won’t stay on your feet for too long. 

Jimin's hands fell on your hips and then moved to your thighs, you moaned when he hurried to pull up your nightgown. He caressed your skin, you never stopped desperate kisses, and you whimpered when finally he placed his hand between your legs. 

When he started to rub your clitoris through your panties, you wanted to cried out his name but again he shut your mouth with a passionate kiss. Then you started to untie his tie and unbutton his shirt, you both parted for a moment - he threw his shirt to the ground, and you pulled your nightgown over your head.

He pressed you to the wall again, his body stuck to yours, you were both warmed up, your breaths were trembling. For a moment you were just panting, staring into each other eyes. You touched his cheeks with trembling fingers.

"Jumin ..." You mumbled weakly.

"Yes, my love?" He asked with a husky voice.

"I love you…"

He smiled and kissed you once again, "I love you too. And I'll make you forget about Zen…"

"You don't need to-"

He lifted you up and you giggled as he lead the two of you to the bedroom.

And you can guess what happened next :>

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[otomebois-bb]

Kittens 🐱

(707 & MC)

Quick note: This may (probably will) have another part to it. It is EXTREMELY full of fluff, top to bottom. The idea of this was inspired by a chatroom I had recently with 707. Enjoy!

*Spoiler: just 707's real name; most people probably know it already though but I'm putting this here just in case. Oh, and his twin brother.*

~~~~~~~~

I stood staring into a window that viewed a room full of cats, both young, old, and even some in between. Next to me was Yoosung, whom I'd dragged with me to multiple pet stores and shelters in search for the perfect cat. This was now the seventh one we've gone to, and Yoosung was beginning to whine.

"MC, pleaseeee~! Let's leave! I'm bored, and LOLOL is having an event soon!" he complained.

I sighed. "Yoosung, we're not leaving until we find the right cat."

"Why are we even looking for cats in the first place?" Yoosung continued to whine.

I slapped my palm to my forehead. "Have you seriously forgotten? Today's my one-year-anniversay with Saeyoung, so I want to surprise him before our dinner date. A cat is the perfect gift — but I can't just give him any cat." I paused, then added, "Plus, with how much he pesters Jumin about his cat, I'd rather not see my boyfriend sent away in handcuffs..."

Yoosung scoffed. "You're going to trust him with a cat?"

I sent him a sharp glare, which immediately made him become so panicked, he looked like he wanted to disappear. "Yes. Besides, I moved in a month ago, so if I think he's somehow mistreating the cat, I'll scold him."

The blonde gulped. "O-okay. Perfect cat. But why did you bring me with you?"

"Because out of everyone in the RFA, not including myself, you know him best, so I'm hoping that with our judgement combined, we'll be able to pick out a cat best suited for him," I explained, simple and blunt, "so please take this more seriously."

Yoosung sighed. "Okay..."

We continued observing the cats; this time, Yoosung was more focused — probably because he realised the sooner he helped me, the sooner we would leave so he could get to his game, honestly. In total, there were about fifteen cats to choose from. The older ones were easy to spot since all of them were either resting or moving slowly; I didn't really pay them much attention since I didn't want to give Saeyoung a companion that would likely die within a year, more or less. So I focused more on the younger ones — the kittens that were running around and playing, which was a majority of the cats since it was kitty season. It was hard to pinpoint which one would be absolutely perfect for him without actually entering, I realised with a sigh.

Just as I was about to move towards the door, one tiny, adorable kitten approached the window I stood in front of and meowed at me, placing its paws on the glass. I blinked. The kitten was pretty small; if I had to guess its age, I'd say somewhere around one to two months old. The kitten's coat pattern was stunningly beautiful — short-haired, the main colour being white, with a decent amount of a pale orange on its head and back, and occasional dark grey/black stripes here and there, mainly on its back and stomach, but there were a few flecks on its head and face, too. The amount of colours (three) allowed me to peg the kitten as both a calico and a female, since only a very low percentage of calicos were male. Probably her most gorgeous feature was not her size nor her coat — but her eyes: big, round blue orbs that reminded me of beautiful crystals and were absolutely full of curiosity.

The kitten's beauty was remarkably enchanting.

Yoosung noticed the kitten and started to say, "What about–"

I cut him off quickly with, "I noticed," as I entered the cat room, the blonde close behind me. The moment I was inside, the kitten meowed at me and hopped off the cat tower she had been on to look at me through the window. She ran over to me and rubbed herself against my ankles, letting out a few more meows. I crouched down to pet her, and she pressed her head against my hand, purring loudly. A second later she suddenly ran away from me a few inches, towards a small toy — a ball with a tiny bell inside. She stared at the toy, then looked at me expectantly. Taking the hint that she wanted me to play with her, I grabbed the ball and rolled it slowly, and the kitten excitedly tossed it around for a bit. Once she was done with it, she came back to me for more petting.

I immediately glanced up at Yoosung, who I could tell was thinking the same thing I was: This is the one. Without needing a verbal request from me, he turned to get an employee. The employee told us to grab the kitten, so I did and put her into the cat carrier Yoosung held. Yoosung played with the kitten by putting his fingers through the bars while I signed the necessary papers to officially adopt the kitten. Finally, I paid the amount of money required, and off Yoosung and I were.

As we got into my car, Yoosung begged, "You have to let me come over to play with her!"

I chuckled, starting the car's engine. "Of course; if Saeyoung allows it."

"Oh! What are you going to name her?"

"Not sure. Since she's my gift to Saeyoung, I'm letting him name her. Now would you please cover the carrier with that towel already? You'll ruin the surprise!"

~~~~

I had Yoosung wait outside the door with the kitten while I entered, closing the door behind me so he couldn't be seen as I called, "Saeyoung! I'm home!"

The sound of my boyfriend stumbling over furniture in the dark (his house was often dark since he was practically a bat with a hatred for light) made me chuckle as I turned the living room light on. When Saeyoung finally appeared in my line of sight, he blinked multiple times at the sudden brightness, causing me to roll my eyes with a smile. He looked half a mess and half neat (but entirely hot), since his hair was more tamed in preparation for our dinner date later tonight; but his black tank top and blue jeans were heavily wrinkled, and he was barefoot.

Once his golden eyes adjusted to the light, they zeroed in on me and he grinned widely. "Hey MC! I uh, didn't expect you to be back so soon..."

I waved my hand dismissively. "Helping Yoosung with homework took less time than I expected," I said, sticking to the excuse I'd made up to get out and buy him a cat; since he originally wasn't in agreement of me leaving because of today being our anniversary. Before he could ask me how it went, I quickly added, "I have a surprise for you."

Saeyoung lifted an eyebrow, suspicious. "Surprise?"

"Yep. You're gonna love it~," I cooed, my hand reaching for the door knob behind me subtly.

"If it isn't more Honey Budda Chips, I doubt I will," he replied with a snicker.

I shook my head. "It's better."

"What could possibly be better than HBC?" he asked sarcastically. Then, after I'd opened the door and let Yoosung in, he started to say, "Yoosung? What are you–" his voice immediately died when his eyes landed on what Yoosung was holding. He pointed at it and demanded, "What's under that red towel?"

"Guess!" I excited urged.

Saeyoung frowned as he stared at it, likely taking into consideration its size as he rattled off, "A box of HBC? A game console? A–" he stopped the moment he heard it, his eyes instantly widening.

Meow!

"OH MY GOD YOU GOT ME A CAT?!" Saeyoung ripped the towel off and stared at the adorable calico with awe in his eyes.

I giggled at his reaction. "Surprise! She's almost two months old, and I decided to leave her name up to you — just don't name her after Jumin's cat," I warned.

He unlocked the cat carrier's door and gently picked up the kitten, holding her in front of his face. The kitten didn't seem to mind; in fact, she meowed happily and placed a paw on his mouth.

Saeyoung looked like he was about to cry.

I glanced at Yoosung for a moment, who shrugged, then focused on my boyfriend again. "S-Saeyoung? Is everything okay? Do you not like her? I had Yoosung help me pick her out, but if you don't like her, we can take her back and you can choose a different one..."

I slowly stopped talking after Saeyoung shushed me and hugged the kitten. "Don't take her back; she's perfect. I'm so happy."

I let out a sigh of relief, and smiled. "I'm really glad you like her."

He took the cat carrier from Yoosung and set it down, then handed the kitten to him (who was delighted to hold the adorable animal) so he could hug me. "Thank you. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Saeyoung. What are you going to name her?"

"I'm not sure right now," he admitted, pulling away to look at her. She meowed, purring as Yoosung pet her. Saeyoung cleared his throat loudly, causing the blonde to rip his gaze off of the kitten; and the two shared a knowing look. I was about to question what that meant, when Saeyoung started, "I wasn't expecting you to get me a cat, and I am happy, but... I could be happier."

I tilted my head in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Saeyoung's face was as red as his hair as he awkwardly scratched his cheek. "Well... to be honest, you're not the only one Yoosung helped pick out a gift for today."

I raised an eyebrow, looking between the two men. "Oh? What did he help you pick out for me?"

Yoosung chuckled nervously. "W-well–"

"Shut up, don't you dare ruin my moment," Saeyoung hissed, effectively silencing him not only with his tone of voice but a sharp glare as well — causing the poor boy to stiffen and slouch in an attempt to make himself look smaller.

Saeyoung turned back to me with an adoring warm smile — a complete turn around from the harsh scowl he'd directed at Yoosung. He took both of my hands into his, and began, "MC. We've been together for a whole year now and came a long way to get to where we are at this moment. You're the reason I got my brother back, and the reason why I finally don't feel like I have to hide who I really am. You constantly put a smile on my face even when you're not around, and I'm so in love with you that it consumes me. I couldn't possibly be happier with anyone else."

*cue an oblivious MC*

I beamed. "Aww, Saeyoung, me too. But I don't understand what this has to do with your anniversary gift to me."

Saeyoung chuckled. "I was planning on doing this after dinner, but you surprised me with the kitten and it made me so happy, I've decided to just do it now. I know it's only been one year, but..." He let go of my hands, reaching into his back pocket and lowering himself onto one knee as he revealed a small red velvet box. Before he even opened it, showing off a beautiful yet simple diamond ring, I understood immediately and covered my open mouth as happy tears quickly formed in my eyes.

"Will you marry me?"

"Oh my god, Saeyoung, don't even bother asking twice; YES!"

My now fiance stood up with a huge grin, taking the appropriate hand and slipping the gorgeous piece of jewelry onto my ring finger. Then he held my face gently and kissed me; short yet full of love. I giggled after he pulled away. "Now I suddenly understand why you had asked for my ring size some weeks ago."

Saeyoung laughed. "Why else would I ask?"

"I don't know; a promise ring?" I shrugged.

He shook his head. "I love you, you oblivious human being."

"I love you too, Saeyoung."

~~~~

Bonus:

Saeran suddenly peeked his head around the corner. "Why was she yelling yes?" He noticed Yoosung and the kitten he held. "And why is there a cat here?"

"Anniversary gift, and–" I showed off the engagement ring that sparkled on my finger.

Saeran stared at it, nodded, then called to Saeyoung as he left, "About time, coward~."

"S-Saeran!!"

~~~~~~~~

END. PART TWO?

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heya!! i wanted to request hc’s for RFA with a methyphobic mc? i get rlly nauseous and terribly anxious (shaking, stuttering, sweating, tearing up, etc) when alcohol is around me or mentioned. my mom was a pretty horrible alcoholic, and that’s where it sprouted ^^;; my friends and family all think i’m weird for it, but i experienced a lot of trauma bc of alcohol, so it makes me feel rlly bad when they don’t try to understand. i was hoping for a bit of comfort through this!! thank you so much!!

yes of course!!! im so sorry that your friends and family say that, that is totally valid and it’s awful that you have to experience that! i’m super sorry if some of these sound repetitive or basic, i tried really hard to convey how much the RFA would care about you and respect your phobia, but i’m only human haha.

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Yoosung

it comes out when you’re playing LOLOL together with some mutual friends of yours

one of them mentions how they just got back from buying beer from the nearby 7-eleven and how they’re gonna get wasted later that night

you want to say how uncomfortable you are, but out of fear of seeming “uncool” to yoosung’s friends, you stay silent even though you’ve been talkative all night

after around 10 minutes, the friend actually does bust out some of the beers and starts drinking

that’s when you start to really get nervous

as soon as the match is over, you start scrambling for any excuse to log off for the rest of the night

yoosung notices this, and since you two are literally in the same room, he spins in his chair and starts asking you what’s wrong

you remind him that he forgot to leave the match and it’s still going on,

but he doesn’t care about that dumb game right now.

he just wants to know what’s wrong and what he can do to help

after a lot of hugging, you finally tell him about your methyphobia

he’s a little taken aback, as he’s never heard of it.

but when he thinks about how much his friend was mentioning alcohol he gets

really irritated at his “friend”

you have to tell him that his friend didn’t know and that it’s okay but he still insists on telling him how uncomfortable he made you

after a long back and forth, you realize there’s no stopping him

as if he read your mind, he immediately shoots up to his computer and starts typing

then, when he’s taken care of that, he takes your hand and starts reassuring you again

he’ll never let any mention of alcohol touch your ears again, not if he can help it

and he means it.

he’s really glad that you told him so he can try preventing something like this ever happening again

he never, ever wants you to be uncomfortable.

that’s the last thing that you deserve.

Zen

you’re trying to catch up on social media and your favorite TV shows when you hear keys clicking outside the apartment and the door creaking open

as soon as you look over, you see zen stumbling in

from the look on his face and his posture, it’s easy to tell that he’s had a horrible day on set

you try to comfort him and make conversation, but he only mumbles in reply while getting a beer out of the fridge

moments after he pops it open, your palms start getting sweaty and you freeze

you try to tell him that that makes you uncomfortable, but your voice only comes out as murmurs

“did you say something, jagiya?”

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you try again, stuttering out a more coherent statement on how mentions of or especially the presence of alcohol make you extremely anxious

right away, his eyes go wide and he sets his drink down

he sits down next to you on the couch and looks in your eyes, staying silent but you know what he’s asking

you gulp, take a deep breath, and tell him about your methyphobia and what it means

he has to ask a few questions, such as why this came to be and the like

when you tell him about your mom, he’s disgusted with her

he can’t believe it? how did such a wonderful person come out of such a bad family situation?

you really cannot believe he asked that when he came from a bad family too

after a lot of talking and venting from you, he promptly throws out all his alcohol and promises never to drink any or mention it to you again unless you’re okay with it

if you ever start panicking while eating out he’ll be by your side in a flash, rubbing your back and giving you breathing exercises or whatever you need

he’s 100% supportive of you, and he’ll give up any bad habit he needs to if it helps you at all

Jaehee

it’s a sunday, and a lot of families came to the café after church together

it was packed all day

when you get home, you try to unwind by binging jaehee’s bottomless collection of zen DVDs

she’s a little late, telling you she has to get something from the kitchen really fast and asks you if you want anything

you refuse, you’ve had dinner and you already have water

she understands, and dashes off

after about a minute of you setting up the DVD, she comes back with a cheese plate and a wine glass

as soon as you see the crimson liquid in the glass, your hands start to vibrate and shake furiously

you try to hide it by holding them tightly, but she notices before you tuck them away in your pockets

“is s-something wrong?? did i do something??”

she’s, so worried,

you’re a little hesitant to tell her but you’ve been dating for a few months and you have to tell her eventually, right?

through shaky breaths, you explain your methyphobia and why it came to be,

everything.

she never interrupts you, purely focusing on listening to you until you’re done after about 3 and a half minutes

afterwards, she apologizes for never asking if you’re comfortable with her relying on drinking wine as a stress reliever

she says how she doesn’t blame you in the slightest for not telling her sooner, it’s hard to trust people with such sensitive information and she would have struggled with it too.

you have a really long conversation about your lives and everything you struggle with talking about to others

you both forget all about the DVD

after you tell her that you’re starting to get sleepy, she dumps out the wine, puts the cheese away, and gives you honest to god the tightest hug you’ve ever gotten from someone.

as well as a kiss on the cheek heehee

she gives you a lot more cuddles that night

and when you’re both awake, she delays the shop opening so she can do as much research on methyphobia as a woman could possibly do in one morning

she’s very sensitive about it afterwards, and always makes sure that you don’t get reminded of alcohol (when she can help it)

Jumin

you’re playing with elizabeth the 3rd and waiting for jumin to come home when you get a call

speak of the devil!!

you pick up almost instantly, asking him how work is going and telling him what elizabeth has been doing all day

he lets out a small .. nose exhale? of a laugh before telling you that he actually called you to inform you of a sudden change of plans for the afternoon/evening

you’re really excited! you’re usually just stuck in the penthouse all day, without anything to do

so any chance to get out is a good thing, especially with jumin

right? eh

he continues, saying how he has to go to an event for work purposes

it turns out there’s a nearby wine tasting and there’s a lot of potential customers there

as he went, the smile on your face slowly fell until he said the word “wine” and any sign of joy was smacked out of you

your head started spinning, you were spluttering trying to think of an answer

“o-okay, i’ll s-s-see yo-you the-there”

fuck. shit what the fuck

he notices your panicking, but decides not to say anything and save it for later

“i’ll see you later, yes. have a good afternoon, my love. excuse me.”

and he hung up

and you sat down

and tried to gather your thoughts

fuckkrignnrjgts.df.g.t.gnntghntg/h.mgfnue3rnfnnsae943203t0reend what the, god damn,

you try to rationalize. you don’t have to be there for long. as C&R’s heir’s wife, you have to go to a lot of events

and all you had to was hold on to his arm and look pretty

if just most of the people there saw you with him, you could probably sneak off and go home early

so that’s what you decided on.

you picked out your dress, got one of the maids for advice on accessories, and you were ready to go

you were in the middle of psyching yourself up to leave when the door opened and your husband walked in

he commented on how nice you looked already, and excused himself to go change

it was about 10 minutes before he came back out and started to dial driver kim’s number

you had to say something

“w-wait.”

??

then it all came spilling out, the fact you couldn’t come to the wine tasting, your past alcoholic mother, and your horrible case of methyphobia

jumin stood there paralyzed for about 5 seconds straight before straightening up and

“okay. i’ll see you tonight then.”

??????????? WHAT

you really did not see that coming

he just… accepted the fact you couldn’t go

he could see the surprise in your face

you told him how you really expected him to be more dramatic about it, making a big show about how you had to be there.

“i’m hurt that you thought i would ever force you to do anything you would not like to. your comfort is more important than my image, MC.”

you basically imploded on the spot

jhhohOOOOOH  my god

you thanked him profusely, and told him to have a good time

he gave you a kiss

and then headed out

when he came back, he gave you a lot more affection than he did before

“affection” can mean whatever you want it to 👀👀👀

to be honest, i’ve been thinking for a while and i really just couldn’t think of a scenario about 707 drinking or bringing you into a situation where people are drinking? im sorry, i tried my best doing random HCs i thought of. it’s a lot less coherent than the other ones, but it’s better than nothing.

707

when he finds out, he’s shocked

what!

because you don’t really take medication or anything for your phobia since… you don’t need any honestly, there was no way for him to know via background check

he’s very sweet about it

even though he’s constantly memeing and joking around, he’s extremely cautious making jokes about alcohol

if anyone DARES to make fun of you for it or degrades you

honey

they’ve got a big storm coming

he’ll probably put a photo album of his cosplaying going on their phone for the next few months

lol

this boy understands anxiety, so if you ever are uncomfortable because it’s been mentioned or someone around you is drinking, he’ll either try to distract you with jokes or if need be, ZOOP you out of there right away and calm you down

he’s so much more protective of you, especially in public

if you tell him to stop he’ll stop though

he just wants you to know he’s always there for you

because you’re always there for him

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