#tomorrow's quote will be from Stray Kids

[nescaveckwriter]

Moonflowers & Werewolves - Chapter One 🌕🐺

Derek Hale x Reader (Madison Wells)

A/N: Alohaz my dearest bugsies, this little teen wolf magic was requested (I sure do hope you enjoy it bugsie) I'm quite excited to see were it goes.🐞❤️

Side Note: Thanks for all the support and love - my stories is available on watpad aswell 🤗🐞❤️

Warnings: It is Sci-fi, Fantasy, Horror so there can be a little of everything.

''Good morning class'', her fruity voice washes over the class of high scholars,'' I'm Miss Madison Wells, but y'all can call me Miss Wells''.

''Good morning Miss Wells'', the whole class sang.

''I will be your new English Literature teacher, and I'm sure we are going to have a great school year. Before we start our first class, I want to lay down some ground rules''.

The bunch of teen-agers start to chatter underneath each other.

''Now settle down class'', with a stern look on her beautiful face. Rules is as follows, picking up some white chalk, writing as she speaks,'' 1. There will be no speaking during tests, 2. There will be no mocking or calling out others, 3. There will be toleration of bullying whatsoever, and the most important rule, 4. Always feel free to come and talk to me, if you don't understand a question, or if you need someone to talk too''.

 Glancing over the classroom, "okay kids, now that we set some rules, I need each and everyone of you to write down, your favorite quote, and give me a summary of why it's your favorite, it can be from someone famous or a close friend, or loved one, when your done, please place it, in this box on my desk" she stated.

Deep in thought while the kids are doing their assignment, thinking back at why she took this job in a town called beacon hills of all places.

"I walked in on them mom, Tom and that... That," she bites her tongue, in order to silence herself from saying something horrible.

"Honey I'm so sorry, I always told you his no good" the much older woman replied.

"Mom, really, now is not the time, I don't need I told you so, I need a hug, and a new life" her voice brittle

Her mom just pulled her closer, and she cried, Tom choose that blonde over me, mom, five years of marriage, just gone.

''What am I going to do now? How do I move on from here? How do I heal my broken heart? How do I get over this mom? How do I trust again?.

The ringing of the school bell, breaks her thoughts, quickly drying off the stray tear, turning towards the kids "okay class, tomorrow we start by reading Hemingway" Giving them a heartwarming smile. "I'll leave you with a little something from Him 'Mistakes are proof that you're trying' so go out today knowing that your trying, have a great day further" her fruity voice fills the classroom.

Gathering all her stuff, in her big tote bag, walking out of her classroom, still trying to figure out where everything is, she came through on Saturday, so she still needs to unpack, and figure out the town, the shops and so on.

Walking past the boys lockers room, hearing there laughter, then glancing through the nearby window, "never have I ever heard of Lacrosse where I come from I know about football and baseball" saying underneath her breath.

"You look a little lost" his smoky voice makes her turn around.

Looking up at the man with his broad shoulders towering over her, a smile  on his lips, dark hair and a trimmed dark beard with silver here and there, enhancing his already amazing jawline, his green-hazel eyes friendly. "Yeah, I feel a little lost'' smiling  I'm still trying to figure out where everything is" she exclaims

"Oh! You must be the new English literature teacher? I'm Eli's father, Derek Hale, if he gives you any trouble let me know" he chuckles

 "Nice to meet you Derek, I'm Madison Wells, and yes it's my first day" a smile on her pink-stained lips

"Nice to meet you too, Madison, I sure do hope you'll enjoy living here in Beacon Hills, now if you'll excuse me, I have to go and take my son's equipment, that he forgot again" he expressed

"Kids always forget things, good luck and hope you have a lovely afternoon" she laughs a little. As he walks into the boys lockers room, she walks down the hallway, to her car.

"Eli, you forgot your stuff at home" he said with smile 

''Thanks dad, I cannot believe I forgot it again'' laughing a little.

''Enjoy practice son, I need to get back to work.'' gesturing a goodbye

As he walks to his Chevrolet Camaro, he catches a glimpse of the new teacher, her long brown hair, soaking up the sunshine revealing the light brown highlights dancing in the wavy lengths. She has friendly hazel-brown eyes and a breathtaking smile, and a beautiful voice, remembering, the shiny diamond ring on her left finger, her husband is one lucky man. Shaking his head at his own thoughts, ''What is the matter with me, I don't even know her, but there's something about Madison Wells  that's just so inviting'' clicking his tongue at himself.

Walking into her new rental home, the boxes all over makes her sigh. ''Who would've thought at my age I'll start over, new job, new town, divorced. I need a glass of wine and some pizza before I start unpacking of what's left of my life.'' she sighed.

The door bell rings, ''yay, my pizza has arrived'' she yelps.

''Here you go miss'' handing her the box. 

Giving the young man , with his brown hair, hanging over his ears, the money, realizing its one of the students, she met today. ''Thank you, Eli right?''

His voice, sounded surprised, ''Oh sorry Miss Wells, I didn't recognize you''

A nervous chuckle escapes her lips ''Yes I look like a mess, busy unpacking and all''

''Not what I meant, you look beautiful'' his cheeks turning a bright red

Laughing ''Thank you Eli''

Rubbing the back of his neck, ''So where neighbors then, me and my dad lives right across the street''

''Oh okay! That's nice to know'' she exclaims.

''Speaking of my dad, I need to get home, this was my last delivery, goodbye miss Wells'' he shouts while walking off.

''Bye Eli'' waving then closing the door. ''Oh that's just lovely, the first day already and one of my students seen me looking like a mess, what is the parents going to think.''

After eating a slice of pizza she, walks to her suitcase, taking a hoody, thinking she needs to go for a run, it always clears her head.

After locking the door she starts to slowly jog, seeing Derek and Eli Hale sitting at the dining room table, enjoying dinner. 

That's how my life was supposed to be, a happy little family, if only Tom wanted kids, but no! Thinking back now, I'm actually glad we never had kids, imagine the pain they would be feeling when we went through the divorce. Not realizing that she ran into the woods she came to a stop, when almost tripping over a log.

''Yikes! That was close'' she murmured Glancing up at the sky, its full moon, ''Wow! its breathtakingly beautiful'', walking a little closer to the edge, finding a place to sit, trees and stars as far as you can look. With the wind blowing in her face, only then she realizes the wet stains on her cheeks. 

A creaking sound of sticks and leaves, breaks her gaze, ''anyone there'' voice shaky ''hello'' hearing a thudding sound coming closer, getting to a stand, ''hello'' her hands trembling, glaring over the side of the bushes where the eerie sound comes from, seeing the deepest, brightest bluest  eyes she's ever seen.

''What, its a damn wolf'' she stutters. The wolf walks closer and closer, to almost where she stands. ''What do I do'' saying shaky. The whimpering of the wolf leaves her trembling, the big, black wolf looks straight into her eyes and then he...

Chapter Two Here :)

#spotify #teen wolf #derek hale #fantasy #total drama #fan fiction #bugsies #d nesca

[dailykoreanpop]

Ateez soars to No. 1 on Billboard main albums chart 

K-pop boy group Ateez poses for a photo during a press conference to promote its second studio album, "The World Ep. Fin: Will," Dec. 1. Courtesy of KQ Entertainment

K-pop boy group Ateez's latest album has debuted at No. 1 on the Billboard main albums chart, marking the first chart-topper for the group.

Ateez rose atop the Billboard 200 with its second full-length album, "The World Ep. Fin: Will," beating out other popular albums, such as Taylor Swift's "1989 (Taylor's Version)" and Drake's "For All The Dogs," Billboard said in a preview for the latest chart on Sunday (U.S. time).

"It is like a dream. We are so happy," KQ Entertainment quoted the group as saying on the Billboard news.

"It's been only days since we made a comeback, but we've been receiving presents like this every day from ATINY," it said, referring to its fans.

"We will continue to make our own music to return our fans' love and to show you good performances on stage."

The Billboard 200 ranks the most popular albums of the week in the United States, measured by equivalent album units, comprising physical album sales and other digital sales records.

"The World Ep. Fin: Will" earned 152,000 equivalent album units in the U.S. in the week ending Thursday, nearly entirely from traditional album sales, Billboard said.

Of the 152,000, album sales comprise 146,000 with 99 percent of the sum driven by physical album sales, it added.

This marks the Korean group's first No. 1 on the Billboard 200 and the seventh No. 1 for a K-pop act, following BTS, SuperM, Stray Kids, BLACKPINK, Tomorrow X Together and NewJeans.

Ateez is also the first K-pop group from a minor K-pop agency to top the chart, not one of the big four agencies — Hybe, SM Entertainment, YG Entertainment and JYP Entertainment.

"The World Ep. Fin: Will" is the fourth top 10-charting album from the act, according to Billboard. The group previously reached No. 2 with "The World Ep. 2: Outlaw" in July.

Released on Dec. 1, the new album consists of 12 songs, including "Crazy Form," "We Know," "Emergency" and "Silver Light."

The lead track, "Crazy Form," is a cheerful dancehall genre song infused with Afrobeat rhythms, showcasing the group's playful charm.

The album debuted at No. 2 on the British Official Albums Top 100, marking the band's highest-charting entry yet. (Yonhap)

Credit: The Korea Times

#ateez #kq entertainment #the korea times #billboard 200 #billboard

[guzhufuren]

thank you for tagging me, the sweetest bun ever @kissporsche

NAME: Vlada ❤️‍🔥

SIGN: aries (i don't believe in astrology tho)

HEIGHT: shut the fuck up!!!!! i'm 161 cm

TIME: 4:45 pm

BIRTHDAY: born in spring 1998

FAVOURITE ARTIST/BAND: Stray Kids. other than them i listen to songs from random artists i found/picked meticulously/heard or tv show/movie soundtracks. last two years kpop has been dominating my playlist

LAST MOVIE: i'm gonna watch Nope tomorrow, so this one will become the last one soon, SO EXCITED!!!! love horror movies and watching Us was a whole religious experience for me

LAST SHOW: Vice Versa

WHEN I CREATED THIS BLOG: December 2016 right before Skam S3 finale. i had a different blog since 2013 but decided to create all new social media accounts and emails that day

WHAT I POST: memes, thirsty gifsets, from time to time shitposts or opinions

OTHER BLOGS: i have a lgbtq blog on a different social media platform (for people from post-soviet countries)

DO I GET ASKS: once a month yes

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 9-10 cause my brain meds elongate my required sleeping time

WHAT I’M WEARING: tshirt and underwear is the home outfit of mine all year long, rn it's cold so it's also wool socks

DREAM JOB: daycare worker/kindergarten teacher, i'm getting a uni degree for that currently!! i love, adore and worship babies more than anything in the world ❤️

DREAM TRIP: i don't like traveling, prefer moving to my dream place and staying there forever. i'm planning New Zealand, or Thailand if they legalise gay marriage and adoption in the next 2 years. but i do want to have a trip to Korea to get more tattoos since koreans are the best tattoo artists in the world

FAVOURITE SONGS (and quotes from them):

KB — be free

i like your tight blue jeans; summer of freedom

where am i oh i; just wanna taste your lips

BLACKPINK — Pink Venom

taste that pink venom, taste that pink venom

straight to ya dome like whoa, whoa, whoa; straight to ya domе like ah, ah, ah

Stray Kids — Maniac

maniac; pingping dorabeorigetji

maniac frankenstein cheoreom georeo; maniac maniac

Jeff Satur — Why Don't You Stay (Thai)

khae ter, khae mi ter

mai wa jer lok ti rai duangdao

dtae wa song cha khao bpai

nan thaorai op kot chan nai kamkheun ni cha mi khae rao

why dont you stay

tagging darlings @bestiesincrime @itsza @onstoryladders and my babie @dontislav besties do it if you want to only ❤️

#tag game #mine #tumblr stuff

[a-moth-to-the-light]

i hope for a comfortable night at the end of your day (jan 07, 2022)

According to the Tumblr Year in Review thingie, I posted 236 times in 2022--and I didn't even make my account until March-ish! I should either celebrate or go touch grass. Joke's on you, though, because I pet plants all the time when I age-regress. Don't ask about the cactus experiences, please! /lh

OMGOMG LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT

My recent music obsession has been "La Loto" by Tini, Becky G, and Anitta! I can always trust Tini to come out with weirdly replayable songs, (ex: "Fantasi" and "22") and this is no exception. Becky G, especially, sounds great--her flow is a last-minute energy boost, full of unexpected vitriol, that makes me want to go back and see what she's been doing since "Shower" (which was THE middle school song btw). The beat squeaks under the pressure of their dominating presences, and I just feel so good about myself while listening to this one (and maybe, just maybe, pretending I could perform this track the way these three do).

Ily:1, my rookies of the year for 2022, just had a comeback! I did not know it was going to happen, but Spotify let me know the day of. Right now, "Secret Recipe" is taking up most of my attention--I don't mind their hyper-cutesy affectations here, because the chorus is just so precious. I'm sure I'll get around to listening to the title track, "Twinkle, Twinkle," again at some point, though!

I'm only two songs into the Moonbin & Sanha album (I KEEP TELLING Y'ALL I'M SLOW AND THIS IS WHAT I MEAN), but they're both fantastic, sleek and midnight-black in tone. The prechorus of "Madness" inexplicably reminds me of that one song, "Timber," that used to play at every middle school party, and, even more inexplicably, that makes "Madness" quite appealing to me. (Better than "Timber," anyway. That song could use a whole lot less Pitbull.)

Okay, I'll be done with talking about music for now--I'm mostly just catching up on 2021 songs right now, anyway! My brother got me to watch the recent Coffeezilla videos about Jake Paul, which were my introduction to the channel, so my recent YouTube life has mostly been a spiral into the depths of Coffeezilla's videography--I'm learning more than I ever wanted to know about manipulative sales tactics (the "Save the Kids" series, in particular, is fascinating)!

I'm also in the middle of Taejiu's "HIT is the best song you forgot about," only because I was reminded of "Miroh" by Stray Kids while watching and stopped to go listen to that and then couldn't stop listening to "Miroh" and then forgot to come back to finish the video. (Stray Kids does that to a guy!) As someone who has been trying to get into Seventeen for forever, this video is an exciting place to start--maybe I'll be able to check off the "get into astro and/or svt" bingo square only a few days into the new year!

Will I Do Anything Interesting Tomorrow?

I'm taking my youngest sibling out for ice cream--there's a place in our neighborhood that we used to visit all the time back when I lived at home, so I wanted to take them once before I leave the state again for college! Otherwise, I'll just be resting (hoping to get a nap in, since I missed out on naps for both Friday & today) from all the social events I've had in the past few days. I'm so happy to be able to see my friends from home after months of only texts and calls, but it's a lot of pressure for my already-not-great physical state :( I'll plan to spend most of the day curled up in bed, listening to audiobooks, to make up for all the energy expended!

Quote of the Day

Are you sure they're speaking German? Because I could have sworn I just heard them say "hamburger."

-- me

BUT UPDATE HAMBURGER IS ACTUALLY A WORD IN GERMAN

BUT ALSO THAT PERSON WAS JUST SPEAKING GIBBERISH IT WAS NOT ACTUALLY GERMAN

AND ALSO HAMBURGER IN GERMAN DOESN'T MEAN THE SAME THING AS HAMBURGER IN ENGLISH

SO

IDK THAT'S IT

photo journal excerpts

First, we have a pink sky through my car window! Pink is my favorite color :) Second is my cat in his little nest of toys, and third is a snake ring my family bought for me!

#title is a quote from txt's sweet dreams on youtube! #six keeps on running #tini #ily:1 #astro #coffeezilla #taejiu

[natigail]

Hii!! Have you decided what your queue tag is going to be next year yet? Hope you’re having a good day :)

Hi echo! I've been really lost about what I was going to do for my queue tag. Usually an idea (or a couple) just kind of dumped into my lap, and it wasn't until today that I even found a potential.

Since I've got like "requirements" for them, it's not always easy. I like it to be a quote from a person/song I like, it can't be too long, and the first word or two need to be "available" when I'm in the tags filling them out - as in it doesn't try to autofill with one of my other tags or ramblings.

I think I might do "feels really lucky to be here with people like queue", a slight paraphrase from something Bang Chan said in the last Chan's Room live show of the year that he did today. He said STAY (the Stray Kids fandom) instead of you (queue) but I still think it could work.

Mostly, I like it because it echoes a sentiment that I really agree with. That I feel lucky to exist alongside the people I do in this time, and all the people on this little site, friends, mutuals and followers bring joy to my life and it makes me feel grateful and lucky. We shall see though! I'll decide finally tomorrow.

I also hope that you're having a good day and this ask about my silly lil queue tag made me smile, thank you!

#indistinct echo #answered

[the-very-rubiest]

.... tumblr's doing the thing again where it deletes or reloads the page in the middle of an ask. I just wanted to say I got your ask (and Laura's, hi!) and I definitely didn't cry about it, no! And I need to go to sleep now (or yk, an hour ago) but have some random distractions before you get your results (which will be FINE of course! 😌🍀🦝💖)

Good night, sleep well, your results will be fine I'm sure ✨🍀💖🦝🌈💗💜💙

I—did you just dump your whole meme folder into my askbox? Amazing. This is delightful. I didn't expect this at all, you're the best 💕💞💗

Losing it at the owl that's too fat to fly 😭 And the terrible rhyme! Also love how the comic you sent me is a Ruthe comic, i.e. originally in German, but for whatever reason you sent me the Russian translation and I understood it. Reading Cyrillic my beLOATHED. I feel it though, kitty is a priority ✨

Meanwhile, WTF is that chicken doing? What is that thing it's holding? Why did the chicken cross the road??? I need answers!

THE TRUCK OMG I'm showing that pic to my dad STAT. The Asterix comics were my childhood (along with Tintin), thanks for the memory. My dad and I are constantly quoting them at each other, he's gonna love this! (The license plate though—)

The cat! Story time! Let me tell you something! So I don't know if you know this but I used to have two cats for some years as a kid. One of them was a former stray that refused to be kept inside. The other was an Idiot (affectionate) and during the Christmas season, guess what he did? Climb. The. Damn. Tree. Constantly. Miraculously he never knocked it over, mostly because we had a string of bells on the tree so every time we heard the jangle-jangle-jangle I sprinted over at Mach 5 yelling "TIGER! GET DOWN THERE!" and picking him off like an overripe fruit. For some reason he still kept doing it because…cats, I guess?

(Fun fact: that same idiot also always stole some ornaments from the lower branches and played with them like they were cat toys. We kept finding random straw ornaments scattered around the place until like…June.)

And then the BC pics! Love how they're all sweet and adorable, then there's that One (1) blurry screencap of Little Gremlin sneaking the pizza. Very relatable. Although I'm not sure if the Joonas-and-dog pic is cute or slightly concerning, they both look pretty tired…

(Pot, kettle, much?)

Thank you! All of these really did cheer me up and made me laugh and smile, thanks, I needed this ❤️ Glad to hear my ask moved you too! And now we both sleep. Good night, you weird little raccoon, sweet dreams and may tomorrow be a good day for both of us!

#can you tell this made me really happy? because it did make me really really happy #but tumblr stop reloading the ask page challenge smh #ask #itsfandomsgalore #talk corner #is multilingual chaos™ how we communicate now? i think i'm fine with that #long post

[mrsfezziwig]

ateez is far from the first group to have music videos that tell a story. stray kids also have had music videos that tell stories, such as maniac which had a running story from teasers to the music video, so comparing the two groups in that regard is nonsense. furthermore the storyline is a big reason why so many people gravitate towards ateez. if they cut the storyline from music videos, they wouldn't be ateez anymore. heavy story is part of what makes ateez ateez. anyway, people don't watch ateez music videos because they don't know ateez exists, and they don't know ateez exists because the music show producers and award show organizers get more money by promoting the bigger groups. kpop fundamentally hates the underdog. that's it.

Oh, my problem isn't the storyline in and of itself, it's the fact that the storyline is so prominent it's bigger than the music in many ways. It's easily argued that the industry doesn't like an underdog, I can see that, but we are in the world of post-BTS success, where it's much easier to be recognised by award shows. My point is something like imagine Mist had been a title track, or Star 1117 say, or even The Ring; all of those are the songs that are immensely popular with Atiny and connect on a deeper level due to their focus on the members using their own emotions. The Ring literally quotes JRR Tolkien so that's another piece of clever songwriting. But I am in the middle of laying out what I mean in part two, which hopefully will be out tomorrow (2nd January 2024)

[kpopletterboard]

◊ BTS: Boy With Luv  ◊

#tomorrow's quote will be from Stray Kids #BTS #Bangtan #Bangtan Boys #Bangtan Sonyeondan #Jin #Kim Seokjin #Suga #Min Yoongi #RM #Kim Namjoon #JHope #Jung Hoseok #Jimin #Park Jimin #Taehyung #Kim Taehyung #Jungkook #Jeon Jungkook #Boy With Luv #Kpop #K-pop #Kpopletterboard

[dreamescapeswriting]

Stray Kids Reaction || He Thinks You’re Cheating [Request]

CHAN:

Trust was everything in your relationship between you and Chan, you trusted him to go off and tour the world and you thought he trusted you to be loyal to him but lately, he'd been acting so odd around you. Since you were working more often than not lately it had been getting harder to spend time with your boyfriend who was already busy enough without you throwing your schedule into the mix. 

"You've been working all week and you're telling me you don't have the weekend off?" You could hear just how annoyed he was about you cancelling your weekend together but you couldn't help it when your boss was behind which meant your whole department was behind and had to stay to help him out.

"My boss is behind Chan, you know what that means." You sighed as you tried to get it through to him but he just began sighing and shaking his head despite you not being in the same room as him, 

"I do, it means my own girlfriend is making excuses. Look, if you're sleeping with the guy let me know so I can get over this quickly," He snapped before hanging up the phone leaving you shocked as you stared down at the mobile in your hands, instead of staying to work you made an excuse of being sick and left without another word. Heading straight to the dorms to figure this out with Chan, there was no way he could get away with accusing you of something like that and leaving without another word. 

"You think I would cheat on you?" You questioned as you walked through the door, he was home alone as he glanced up from his laptop, 

"You've decided to grace me with your presence!" The sarcasm oozed from his voice as you rolled your eyes at him, you didn't want this to turn into some stupid fight that was over nothing. 

"There's nothing going on between me and my boss," You spoke calmly knowing that if you got angry he would double down on his thoughts about cheating. 

"Please, all that time you spend with him? All the 'extra hours'." He said sarcastically as he air quoted his words but you shook your head, sitting down on the sofa and sighing as he continued to rant about all the time you'd been spending at work lately but you couldn't hold it back anymore. 

"I work all the time because I need to pay my bills Chan! My stupid landlord raised my rent and I can't afford it!" You finally cried out, admitting to him that you were struggling with money as tears ran down your face,

"I would never cheat on you, I would never do anything to hurt you," You sobbed into your hands as you finally broke down, the weight of being almost kicked out and dumped hitting you all at once but as soon as Chan saw you crying he cradled you in his arms.

"Y/n I'm so sorry, I-I didn't think." He whispered as he continued to soothe you, rubbing your back as you cried into his arms.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He whispered as he rocked you back and forth,

"I didn't want you to try and help, you always try and give me money you know I can't take," You sniffled as he held you closer to him, not letting you go for even a second as he rocked you. 

"Then how about I don't give you money...I-I buy us a place together..." He suggested as he pulled away to look into your eyes, you frowned wondering if he meant it but he smiled at you and that smile could relax you every moment of every day. 

"Think about it first," He whispered, kissing you softly before going to make you a hot drink and get you some food.

MINHO:

It came as no surprise to you when Minho thought you were cheating on him with one of his members, you were close with all of the boys but Minho was a little insecure when it came to relationships but you didn't blame him since his ex cheated on him. 

"Do you really think I would do that to you?" You questioned as he sat across from you on the bed in his bedroom, Felix and you had been asleep on the sofa together when he walked in. 

"I-I don't know, yes." He was stuttering as he spoke to you and you knew it was past experiences clouding his judgement so you couldn't hold it against him, 

"I walked in and you were asleep...H-He had his arm around you, you were snuggled against him and I-"

"We fell asleep watching a movie Minnie," You cooed as you reached out to touch him, trying to relax him but he moved his hand away from yours and shook his head. 

"You never cuddle like that, if he's just a friend you shouldn't have cuddled like that," You knew it looked bad to someone who had been in a situation where they had been cheated on before and you knew there was nothing you could say to him that would put his mind at ease.

"There would never be anything between Lix and I, he's like a little brother to me." You whispered as you nudged his hand, taking it into yours and locking your fingers together as he sighed. 

"She's right...We didn't mean to sleep like that, we were watching a movie and we just got too comfortable," Minho looked at you both and then back to looking at just you, searching in your eyes for any indication that you were lying, he knew you were never a very good liar and as soon as he saw how upset you were he hugged you. 

"I'm sorry." He whispered over and over again while you tried to convince him that it was fine, he didn't outright accuse you and that you understood why he was so scared about it. 

CHANGBIN:

Changbin wasn't normally the over protective snoop through your phone kind of guy but as of late he'd been getting anxious about your relationship, whenever you were together you were always on your phone, laughing or smiling at it while you text back and forth with someone and whenever Changbin would ask what it was about you would shoot him down but he'd had enough of it, he needed to make sure you weren't cheating on him. 

"Binnie?" You gasped as you walked back into the bedroom to find him trying to unlock your phone but it looked as though he didn't know the password to your phone as he struggled,

"What are you doing?" You snatched your phone away from him placing it down onto the bed as you stared at him waiting for some kind of excuse but he was done,

"I want to know who you've been texting so much, who's making you smile this much..." You could hear the hurt in his voice as he said it to you, you knew he'd been desperate to see what you were doing but it was supposed to be a surprise, 

"It's no one Binnie, please just sit down." You tried to calm him but he stepped away from you shaking his head as tears welled up in his eyes, 

"No, you're cheating on me...Aren't you? That's the reason you hide your phone and you're always laughing and smiling at it." He was blowing everything out of proportion and you knew that it was only going to get worse the more you denied it or told him that he was imagining things.

"Don't tell me I'm imagining it, I'm not. I see you all of the time," You knew how bad it must have looked so you sighed at him, shaking your head as you handed him your phone. 

"The password is your birthday," You whispered waiting for him to see who you had been texting all of this time behind his back and you saw the blush creep onto his cheeks. 

"Wooyoung and I were planning on bringing him to the dorms to surprise you," You admitted as he read through the messages, finding memes of Changbin back and forth to one another, 

"See...Nothing is going on behind your back but you better act surprised when Wooyoung gets here tomorrow," You pouted as you sat down on the bed with Changbin, he hugged you tightly whispering to you how sorry he was for accusing you of something so harsh.

HYUNJIN:

Hyunjin had been under the impression that when you said that you were going to lunch with a coworker it meant you were going to be with another female co-worker but when he walked by your local cafe to see you sitting with another man he freaked out in the inside, coming up with all the ways you would be cheating on him. 

"You're being overdramatic, I would never cheat on you least of all with Rylan," You laughed at the thought of it but Hyunjin wasn't finding any of this funny, all he could picture was you and Rylan sitting so close to one another, you were almost sitting in his lap. 

"You could have been kissing him! You were practically sat on him!" He yelled out making you roll your eyes, you knew Hyunjin was dramatic but you didn't expect him to overdramatise everything that happened in your life.

"There wasn't much space, I sat close to him so a woman with a baby could get in," You tried to defend yourself but Hyunjin was already clear in his mind what was happening behind his back even if it wasn't true. 

"So you just so happened not to tell me you were going out with a male for lunch?"

"I didn't think it was a big deal, you eat with girls at work all of the time and I don't get jealous and accuse you of cheating," You snapped as he stared at you, scoffing at the thought.

"Because I would never-"

"Neither would I," You cut him off before laughing to yourself at the thought of Rylan asking you on a date, 

"What's so funny?" Hyunjin mumbled as he looked at you but you shook your head, 

"It's just Rylan...I'm not really his type." You laughed again but Hyunjin still wasn't laughing, 

"You're more of his type..." As soon as the words left your mouth a blush crept onto Hyunjin's cheeks as he realised what you meant and you smiled. 

"S-So you're not-"

"No, I'm not." You laughed again and this time Hyunjin nervously joined in as you shook your head at him, giving him a kiss as you smiled weakly. 

"You have to trust me," You whispered, locking your hands together as he nodded his head at you.

JISUNG:

Jisung's whole body froze as he stared down into the bin in your bathroom, he felt sick to his core as he saw the three pregnancy sticks poking out from the bin. Neither of you had been together intimately yet so he was going through every emotion in his body at the thought of you sleeping with someone else when you were supposed to be with him.

"Can you find it?" You laughed as Jisung didn't come straight back from the bathroom, he'd headed in there to get you the first aid kit so you could have a plaster for a small papercut but when he didn't respond you giggled and went hunting for him,

"Did you get lost? You practically live in my apartment you couldn't have gotten lost," All the while Jisung's eyes began to fill with tears as he saw the three positive tests sitting there,

"Babe? Everything okay?" You giggled walking into the bathroom and froze in place when you caught what he was looking at but you knew where his mind was going to go if it wasn't already there.

"I can explain-"

"How you have three pregnancy tests in your bin when we haven't had sex and been dating for two months...Go on. Explain that one to me." You knew where his mind was but you couldn't let him believe for one second that they were yours, you'd only bought them but you didn't take them.

"They're not mine," He scoffed as he tried to move past you to get out of your small bathroom but you wouldn't move out of his way not wanting him to believe that it was yours and storm off in the other direction. 

"That's the oldest excuse in the book," He mumbled still attempting to move away from you and ignore you but you grabbed onto his hand pleading with him to stay with you but he was already set in his way. 

"They're not mine! I promise, my friend came around earlier and she took three," You pulled at his hand to try and make him believe you but he wouldn't look at you, 

"Jisung, you know I can't lie to you. You know when I'm lying look at me," You begged but he struggled out of your grasp and began making his way to your apartment door when it opened suddenly and your best friend stormed her way in, 

"I need another one, I don't....It can be wrong three times right!" She cried out as she walked into the bathroom with another pregnancy test in her hand, you stared up at Jisung who was a little shocked. 

"They really aren't yours?" You shook your head as you walked over to him, looking into his eyes and pouting when you saw how much he had been crying. 

"I would never do anything to hurt you Jisung...I'm in love with you and only you," You whispered to him as you stood up on your tip-toes to kiss him, pulling away when you heard the toilet flushing. 

"Go and make a hot drink? I need to calm her down." You whispered to him as you patted his chest softly. 

FELIX:

Rumours were everywhere in the industry and hard to be avoided especially when you were dating someone who was in a popular K-pop band, while you were someone who just introduced acts on Korean variety shows normally you and Felix would do your best to ignore the rumours but lately they'd gotten worse. Branching for a hidden pregnancy to you cheating on Felix with another band member but you knew it was to get attention for the new show the boys were taking part in. Felix had come backstage accusing you of sleeping with Wooyoung when he saw the articles, he wanted you to be honest with him but when you tried he shot you down.

"Don't be an idiot Felix, why would I ever sleep with someone else?" You questioned as you stood backstage at the music core set getting ready to go on stage with Hyunjin but Felix was being paranoid, 

"So I'm an idiot?!" You sighed as you heard him say this, you knew he was angry and just blowing everything out of proportion, that morning there had been an article claiming that you were dating Member Wooyoung from Ateez which couldn't have been further from the truth. The two of you were long term friends and your friendship grew closer since you and Changbin were also close with one another. 

"Lixie, I would never cheat on you. Wooyoung is a friend," You whispered as you tried to kiss his cheek but he moved out of the way so that you would miss, 

"Lix...Do you really think I would go behind your back on something like this?" The look on his face made your heart feel like it was breaking into pieces, he shouldn't have to think about it he should just know you would never even think of cheating on him.

"I've got to go," You mumbled as they began calling your name, you moved away from him and headed onto the stage, putting on the biggest smile you could manage before presenting. 

(X)

The show ended and Felix was still standing in your changing room but you didn't want to fight with him over something that wasn't real and you didn't want to start something now. 

"Look. I haven't cheated on you, the closest I've ever been is when I had a dream I kissed the monopoly man but that's it Lixie...You have to believe me that there is nothing going on between me and Wooyoung." He nodded his head as he got up from the sofa and hugged you tightly in his arms, apologising for believing in the rumours when he should have believed you first.

SEUNGMIN:

"What do you expect me to do!?" Seungmin yelled from across the living room of your shared apartment, he'd walked into the apartment to find you and Jeongin sitting close to one another and acting suspiciously as soon as he came home.

"Trust me! Trust me enough to know I would never cheat on you," You yelled back at him hoping he would see how hurt you were from the accusation but he was past seeing how hurt you were, he could feel his heart breaking at the thought of you sleeping with Jeongin behind his back. 

"I should have seen it coming! You're always so close with one another, laughing and joking about things, having secrets!" You rolled your eyes as he listed things that all friends did with one another but because it was you and Jeongin it obviously meant there was something else going on between you when there clearly wasn't.

"He's a friend Seungmin, you're being ridiculous," You sighed as you looked up at him but he was still shaking his head, thinking of all the signs he should have seen before it got to this point.

"Do you guys sleep together behind my back? Do you sneak around to the dorms to see him when I'm not there?!"

"Enough!" You finally screamed out, throwing your hands up into the air as you stormed away from Seungmin, grabbing the plans you and Jeongin had been working on for months. 

"You want to know what we've been doing?!" You snapped, storming back into the living room and dropping the papers onto the coffee table so he could see everything laid out in front of him, 

"That! We've been planning a surprise birthday party for you," You yelled as you showed him all of the documents of what you had planned, the room you'd booked, the invitations, the guests, everything was there in black and white for him and you saw the look of regret hit his face. 

"So no, I'm not cheating on you with one of your best friends, we were trying to do something nice for you." As soon as the realisation hit him was when he began to apologise for ruining the plans and accusing you of cheating on him, telling you that he would pretend to be as surprised as he could on the day of the party.

JEONGIN:

"It's nothing, you're taking things out of context," You tried to tell your boyfriend as he continued to pace back and forth in your living room, he was red in the face with anger and had been since he'd seen photos of you hugging and kissing another man,

"They saw you! They saw you hug and kiss him!" Jeongin yelled as you stared up at him from your apartment sofa, he'd come to your apartment after you'd dropped your cousin off at the airport. Fans and reporters had seen you kiss your cousin and put two and two together to get five as they began spreading rumours of you sleeping and dating someone else that wasn't Jeongin. 

"Jeongin...Please," You sighed rubbing your temples as your headache was beginning to set in from all the yelling he was doing, Jeongin had no idea who the boy in the photos was but he was upset when he saw the photos of you kissing the guy. His mind instantly clicking to your cheating on him instead of looking at the larger picture when you'd previously told him you were spending the weekend with your cousin, 

"You could have just told me you wanted to see other people! It would have hurt a lot less," The way his voice broke, broke your heart and you rushed to him hugging him tightly as you tried to reassure him that it was nothing. He sat down on the edge of the sofa crying into your arms as you held onto him tightly kissing his cheeks,

"He's my cousin, I kissed his cheek, he hugged me and that is all because he's my cousin." You repeated it over and over again until he finally began to believe you, you knew how hard it must have been with all of the rumours and photos that made it look like something it wasn't so you weren't going to hold it against him, 

"I love you Innie...Nothing happened, I promise." You kissed his lips softly and he kissed you back, apologising for even accusing you of something like that.

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[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Into The Unknown, Part 15

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Previous

Marinette sat on the counter, humming to herself as she cut spinach.

Damian reached a hand out -- for the spinach, she hoped, because there was no way he was going to get the knife.

“No, Dami, you’re not going to like it,” she said, exasperated. “Uncooked spinach sucks... well, all spinach sucks, actually, when it’s on its own, but uncooked spinach especially sucks.”

Damian wasn’t hearing it. He banged a fist on the high chair’s feeding tray and babbled at her angrily.

She sighed quietly and relented, cutting off a tiny piece and handing it over.

He ate it. Then he promptly spat it out, giving her a betrayed look.

She huffed and rested her hands on her hips. “What? I told you --.”

Before she could pull a full ‘I told you so’ -- oh no, she was already becoming her mother -- the door opened and Tim walked in. He dropped his gym bag by the door and trudged over to the counter. Marinette and Damian watched as he took a seat on one of the barstools and rested his head on the cold table.

“Uh…?”

“A kid kicked me in the dick.”

Marinette brought her free hand up to her mouth to hide her amusement.

“Didn’t you have a cup or something?”

“Comes in the mail tomorrow. I’ve been taking the fact that you avoid that area for granted.”

Marinette grinned and washed the stray pieces of spinach off her hands solely to pat him on the head. “There there,” she said.

“I don’t want your pity,” he grumbled.

“Then it’s your lucky day: it was actually mockery,” she said even as she slipped past an interested Damian to go get Tim her heating pad.

He smiled a little as he took it and hugged it close.

Damian reached for Tim with a tiny pout, making a few vague whining sounds.

Tim took him out of the chair. “Hey, kiddo,” he said softly, sitting the baby down on the table in front of him. “How was your day?”

Damian babbled for a bit.

“Oooooh, that sounds fun,” he said.

The kid continued ‘speaking’ to him. Marinette noted, idly, that Damian’s speech patterns were sounding a lot closer to English than Arabic these days. Maybe he was getting a better grasp on English.

“Wow, you have such a way with words.”

She glanced over at Tim. He was smiling fondly at the kid. He looked worn out, sure; his hair hung a little limp around his face from the cheap shampoo and conditioner he used at his job and there was still less color in his cheeks than usual (a feat coming from him). But he genuinely seemed to be enjoying himself as he joked about Damian’s speaking capabilities.

“Ever considered being a poet?”

Damian nodded decisively. Tim nodded back.

~

Damian quickly lost interest in them in favor of coloring in his new favorite coloring book. Tim understood. After all, what could be more interesting than… vague scribbles? No, clearly whatever was going on there was far too complex for their mortal minds… wait, no… semi-immortal minds to comprehend.

“Is that safe for him?” Tim asked as he watched Marinette pull out a Pinot Grigio.

“Kids can have alcohol, it won’t kill them. Also, I’m pretty sure most of the actual alcohol is gone by the time it’s done cooking but don’t quote me on that.”

Tim was still a little hesitant. But he nodded. Europeans, from what he had heard, were given alcohol at a very young age and they weren’t dying. He was pretty sure.

(He pulled out his phone to check… okay, Europe overall seemed to be doing better than America in life expectancy. By a good bit. Damn, American life expectancy was bad for a ‘developed country’ should they move --?)

He looked back up, resting his head on his hand casually. “So, whatcha making?”

“Er… a white wine sauce with spinach and parmesan --...”

Tim’s confusion must have been pretty obvious, because she cut herself off and pressed her lips together thinly for a second before dumbing it down for her uncultured ‘husband’:

“... it’s the white sauce with the green bits in it.”

“Ah,” he said, nodding. He knew that one. He liked that one.

She snickered. “Why do you ask when you don’t know anything?”

He huffed a little. “At least I’m trying to take an interest in you.”

Marinette raised her eyebrows. “Tim, don’t take this in the wrong way because I swear I’m not trying to be mean for once, but you literally have no hobbies for me to take interest in.”

“I --,” he started, only to stop short. A frown made its way across his face because... “I… I guess you’re right.”

“Always am,” she said instantly, almost on instinct, then she blinked and shook her head. “Sorry. Serious discussion. Um… Tim, you should try things out. I mean, we’re here for a while. You might as well occupy your time with something.”

“I mean, I spar --,” he tried.

“Something that isn’t work-related,” she corrected herself with a little sigh, a sound that was further amplified thanks to her throwing the first few ingredients into a saucepan to simmer. “Or vigilante-related.”

He deflated a little. He didn’t do things if they weren’t work- and/or vigilante-related. Which might have been her point. But still. He didn’t know if he even could do that. And Tim hated being bad at things.

Damian saw he was a little down and excitedly showed him his picture. It was… well, it was certainly something. Probably. He wasn’t completely sure.

Tim smiled despite himself and leaned past the picture to kiss his nose. “It’s really cute. And so are you. So, it fits.”

Damian beamed and went back to coloring now that his mission had been accomplished.

Tim turned back to the conversation with Marinette, his smile lessening just a little. “I don’t even know…” He trailed off, unsure.

“Try something you did before you were a vigilante. You didn’t come out of the womb doing vigilante stuff -- I hope -- so you had to do something with your time. Try that.”

He bit his lip nervously, fiddling with his hands.

She moved the pan off the stove for just a second to come around and press a tiny kiss to the top of his head. “No rush, by the way. Like I said, we have years. Just… have fun, right?”

But, despite the fact that she said he had time, he found himself outside the camera shop the next day after work.

Photography was the last thing he remembered enjoying outside of skateboarding. And he wasn’t going to start skateboarding again. He had a motorcycle back in his own world. Nothing could beat that, not really.

And, as much as he wanted a motorcycle, he didn’t really think that counted as a hobby unless he joined a biker gang. (Not that that was entirely out of the question, considering he lived in Gotham, but it generally just sounded like a bad idea to join a gang. For some reason.)

So, camera it is.

It was probably better, too, since it allowed him to take pictures of Damian as he grew up. Tim had no illusions that they could hide what had happened from an entire family of the world’s greatest detectives forever. So, to keep Dick from murdering him for wasting their one chance at Damian’s baby pictures, Tim could --.

He wondered if Marinette would count this as related to vigilantism…

And then stopped wondering about that. Because he wanted a camera, damn it.

He bought a newer version of the camera he used to have as a kid along with a few basic lenses and then started home.

He fiddled with the settings as he walked. It was… weird. He was quickly getting back into the hang of things. He increased the shutter speed. But then he remembered that the picture would be dark so he had to widen the lens…

He tipped his head to the side when he got it to his old settings. Because now it was way too bright. A byproduct of being used to taking pictures at night of things that moved quickly.

But he could take pictures of things that weren’t vigilantes, he was pretty sure.

He snapped a still-too-bright picture of an outdoor cat to prove it to himself.

It was… convincing? He was deciding he was convinced. Because that’s how it works.

“Hey man, got the time?” Someone asked by his shoulder.

Tim barely even glanced up. “Nah.”

The person paused, clearly a little caught off-guard by the blatant lie.

And then their tone darkened as they reached into their bag and muttered: “He doesn’t have the time…”

Tim was quick to run away.

He didn’t stop running until he got to the safety of his apartment complex. Which was very far away and he was exhausted but whatever at least he was home. Where everything would be nice and safe and quiet and --.

He opened the door.

Marinette was standing on a table, a very confused Damian wriggling around in her arms.

“... what’s up?” Tim asked cautiously, setting the camera down.

“Bug,” Marinette said, voice a little squeaky.

“... you do realize that you’re a bug, right?”

“First of all: fu -- uuuuudge you. Second of all: not how that works. Third of all: ladybugs are beetles, that’s a spider, we’re different, kill it. Fourth of all: fudge you!”

Tim sighed softly and tugged off one of his shoes.

~

Marinette frowned as she started up the coffee pot. It was official, she was the last of her batch of interns to not get fired or promoted to actual workers.

It wasn’t a problem, not really. Wayne Enterprises paid everyone livable wages, even their interns, and even if they weren’t Marinette and Tim were still leeching off of this world’s Tim so money wasn’t a problem. They got benefits, too, which was great.

It was just kind of insulting.

As she explained this all to Paige, the woman seemed… awkward?

“I think your problem is that you’re too good at your job,” she said carefully.

Marinette… didn’t know how to process this.

“How can I be… too good at my job? Wouldn’t that make them want to promote me more?”

Paige shrugged. “They want to keep you doing what you’re good at.”

“I’m not even that good at it.”

Paige crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re not, huh?” She said, watching Marinette stack fifteen assorted cups and mugs, plus a few vending machine snacks so she could start carrying them around the room.

“... know what? I think I might see your point.”

“Thought you would.”

Marinette considered everything for a few moments before shrugging internally and starting out onto the floor.

But she ended up bumping into someone. Her drink and snack tower came tumbling down, covering the floor and the unfortunate person that had become the victim of her plan to be just slightly worse at her job.

(She helped clean up, obviously. And paid for the man’s drycleaning. She wasn’t a total dick.)

The next day she, as if traumatized by the literal mess she had created, started taking people's orders one by one.

Within the week, she had been promoted. Who could have guessed?

~

Tim glanced up from the police procedural he had turned on purely to get angry at when the door opened. Marinette’s hours had changed and now they got off at about the same time.

She trudged inside, kicked off her shoes, and handed Damian to him. This was mostly normal outside of… well, she looked absolutely murderous.

And then the murderous look dropped in favor of pure exhaustion. She fell face first onto the bed.

Tim raised his eyebrows and looked down at Damian as if he could find the answers in his eyes. Damian was just as confused as him. Obviously. Damian seemed to be confused by most things. It might have actually been a bad thing that he was just as confused as Damian.

He checked Damian over to make sure he could leave him alone for a few minutes and set up a show he liked on his phone. There were animals in it and they talked and wore diapers. Tim didn’t know much about it outside of the fact that the purple panda was a brat.

Then, he looked over at Marinette. Slowly, hesitantly, he reached a hand out and started rubbing it up and down her back.

She relaxed just slightly.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.

She sighed and slowly turned her head -- thank god, he had been a little scared she was going to suffocate herself -- to look at him.

“Office jobs suck.”

(Tim, internally, agreed. He’d worked an office job for approximately two years and, even though he had definitely had different responsibilities than she did, he could definitely testify to the fact that office jobs are the absolute worst.)

He gave a little hum to tell her to continue.

“They give you three hours worth of work and even if you stretch it it’s still, like, five hours max. But you still have to stay there until your shift is up, pretending to work even though your boss knows that you’re done and you know that he knows that you’re done and --.” She made a frustrated sound. “Office jobs are everything that is wrong with America.”

“We can always move,” he half-joked.

She rolled her eyes. “It’s not that bad.” She sunk into the mattress a little more. “Thanks for listening to me.”

“Of course,” he said quietly.

“I’m still mad, though,” she added.

He tipped his head to the side. “Want to spar?”

She shook her head. “Tired.”

Hm. There went his only real idea.

Looks like he needed to improvise.

He hesitated before glancing at the TV.

“Want to get mad at cop shows with me?”

She considered this for a bit before nodding.

She pushed herself up slowly and found a place curled into his side, her head resting against his shoulder and her legs thrown over his lap lazily. He rested his arm around her and started up the show again.

~~~~~

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#i have almost photographic memory #and yet i still stress out about tests #like bitch theres literally no way youre going to fail this #if you have physically looked at the page or slideshow #you will be fine #and yet #i still study #and i still get annoyed when i realize that i could have gone without studying #anyways #into the unknown #timinette #timari #timmari #shutterbug #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #tim drake #red robin

[skzsauce01]

A Good Man

Anniversary Request Special

Description: Seungmin loves you so much so that he wished he was the one left behind in the plane crash, not your late husband.

Warning: guilt, plane crash, death

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: fem!reader x Seungmin

Chan was a good man— loyal, loving, reliable. Seungmin is a good man too, but Seungmin is not Chan, and he knows it. He knows it well.

He approaches you, bouquet in hand. You turn and smile when you hear him.

“Hi, Seungmin.”

“Hello, Y/N. Where’s Miyeon?”

“I left her with her grandma. She isn’t quite old enough to sit still for stuff like this yet.”

“I see.” He set the flowers by the picture of his late leader. “I should leave the two of you alone then.”

“No, wait, Seungmin,” you stop him. “Would you like to have dinner with us this evening?” 

You’re inviting him to dinner? His eyes slide to Chan’s framed smiling face. No, he mustn’t get his hopes up. There probably isn’t something more to this invitation. You probably just don’t want to be alone on your late husband’s fifth death anniversary. “Sure. Where? I’ll see if any of the boys are free too.”

“No, I meant just the three of us at my place,” you clarify. “I… I have something to say.” 

Seungmin can’t stop his heart from accelerating even though he knows it’ll hurt more later. “O-okay.”

You nod and turn back to the memorial. Seungmin watches as you whisper something into the single white carnation in your hand and set it on the altar before he himself turns to give you room.

He finds it ironic that he was actually the reason why you and Chan were together. You were his classmate whom he reunited with when Stray Kids did a reality show at a site you worked. He was even the best man at your wedding. He remembers that day clearly— that day when he saw you walking down the aisle dressed in white. He’d never felt so sick as he did then when realization and regret hit him all at once. He loves you. Since when, and for how long, he didn’t and doesn’t know, but it was and is too late. 

He finds it even more ironic, however, that he is the reason you two are now torn apart.

He raises his finger and presses the bell. Within seconds, the door is thrown open wide and a bubbly five year old greets him. “Hello, Uncle Seungmin!”

He automatically bends down and scoops the child up. “Hi there, Miyeon. Have you been a good girl today?”

“Uh-huh! You can ask Mommy!”

As if on cue, you pop out from the kitchen. “Yes, she’s been a well-behaved angel. Welcome in, Seungmin.” 

You take the melon he’d brought while he takes off his shoes. Seungmin’s a bit surprised to see three lit candles on the dining table when he walks in, but says nothing of it. He does, however, raise an eyebrow when you off-handedly mention you baked his favourite chocolate cake. He knows the recipe calls for red wine, and for a single mother such as you, anything that does not involve your child usually does not fit into your schedule, let alone cross your mind. 

After dinner, you take your daughter to her playroom upstairs with a large plate of cookies that are obviously meant to keep her distracted for a while.

Seungmin watches as you scurry back downstairs afterwards. You’re wearing a skirt. He doesn’t remember you wearing a skirt since you gave birth. He thinks you’re gorgeous in anything, but the effort you put into looking nice makes him blush a shade darker.

“Shall we?” you dramatize, pulling out the dessert.

Seungmin helps lay out two plates while you serve a slice onto each.

“You mentioned you have something to say?” he asks as you both tuck your chairs in.

Are you blushing, or is it just the heat from these candles?

“I, uh… Let’s eat first.” You smile sheepishly. “I haven’t had this in so long.”

Despite having his favourite dessert, Seungmin cannot concentrate on its taste at all. He watches as you cut through the moist cake with your fork. He can tell you’re nervous by the way your joints are turning white by your grip on the utensil. He’s used to being the anxious one, so this is new. What could have gotten you so on edge?

At last, you’ve scraped every last drop of cream you can procrastinate with into your mouth. Seungmin takes the plates and sets them into the sink before sitting back down in front of you, waiting patiently.

“What I want to say is,” you begin carefully. 

He nods once and leans forward, letting you know you have his attention.

“We’ve known each other for a while now, haven’t we?”

“Yes, why?” Goodness, this sounds like a line from every other friends-to-lover romcom skit. Not that he would mind. As long as you tell him you feel the same way he does, he wouldn’t care if you quoted “Twilight” verbatim. Oh, to be in a lighthearted romcom with you, Seungmin dreams of nothing more. Then again, he reminds himself, these are just dreams.

“Ever since… ever since Chan passed, we grew closer, and I depended on you a lot. You’ve been my cornerstone, and I wanted to say ‘thank you.’”

He nods again, but doesn’t say anything. He knows you enough by now to recognize you have more on your mind.

Indeed, you continue. “And over these past five years, my heart has—”

“Mommy!” A sudden cry sends you both to your feet. 

“I’ll tell you later,” you toss over your shoulder to Seungmin who’s running right on your heels towards the cry.

“Miyeon!” you gasp, seeing the state of your daughter. Somehow, she has managed to squeeze through the gaps between the railing of the stairs and is hanging from the second floor. Below her, her stuffed monkey lays sprawled out on ground level.

“I’ll pull her up,” you decide, but Seungmin stops you.

“It’ll be hard to fit her back through those rails, and she’s crying too much to cooperate.” He stands under your daughter and extends his arms upwards. “Miyeon? Miyeon, let go. Uncle Seungmin will catch you. You’re going to be alright.”

The little girl stops wailing for a moment and looks down only to cry again from the intimidating height.

“Sweetie, it’s okay. You can do it. We won’t let you fall,” you add in. “You trust us, don’t you? You trust Mommy and Uncle Seungmin?”

She quiets down again and sniffles as she looks at you and Seungmin now instead of the floor. Her tiny arms are shaking, and you brace yourself, knowing she’s going to fall soon whether she wants to or not.

Miyeon whimpers once more and closes her eyes. She then finally releases her grip and lands squarely into Seungmin’s awaiting arms.

“Oof. There we go. Safe and sound,” he assures her. 

Once she’s set on the floor, Miyeon again begins to bawl from shock. “Mr— Mr. Bananas wanted to climb. Mr. Bananas wanted to climb!” she sobs, gripping the stuffed animal you’ve returned back to her arms.

“Okay, okay, we understand. Still, no more climbing for you or Mr. Bananas, alright?” hushes Seungmin.

You pick up your daughter and bounce her on your shoulder. “I think she’s learned her lesson. I didn’t think we still needed baby rails, but I guess you can never be safe enough.”

Seungmin reaches for Miyeon. “Let’s put her to bed. She must be exhausted after all that.”

You nod and let him carry the five year old up the stairs once more. You have him wait downstairs though as you change the child, so he heads back down and makes himself comfortable on the couch. On the lamp table beside him, there’s a photo of you and Chan excitedly holding up an ultrasound. It is the only picture of the three of you together.

He runs this thumb over the other man’s face, wiping it free of any dust. “I’m sorry…” he whispers. “I know it’s not worth much, but I’ll keep Y/N and Miyeon safe and happy. I promise.” 

He quickly sets down the picture and stands when he hears you closing the bedroom door. 

“Is she alright?” Seungmin asks when he sees your head appear from around the corner.

You nod, descending the steps quietly. “She’s sleeping now. She’ll forget all about it by tomorrow morning.”

“I wish I could say the same when I get hurt. I can’t even sit in certain positions anymore,” he jokes.

You laugh lightly. “I’m glad you were here, Seungmin. Things could have been a lot different if it were just me.”

“I’m always happy to help. I should get going now though. You must be tired too.”

“Wait.” Your voice stops him at the front door. “The accident… I’m thankful you were here, and I realized it had to be you. You had to be the one to do it.”

His stupid hope is rising again. He can feel it in his chest. “Y/N, what are you saying?”

“Miyeon, she wouldn’t have trusted anyone except you. She needs you, and I… I need you too.” 

Is he hearing incorrectly? His silence and bewilderment prompts you to explain. “The thing is, ever since Chan passed five years ago, you were the only one who’s been by my side, supporting and caring for me, and slowly, I’ve fallen for that. Seungmin, I know I come with a lot of baggage, but would you be willing to give us a try?”

He wants to jump, he wants to cheer, he wants to accept your confession, but none of this makes sense to logical Seungmin, so he restrains himself.

“Y/N, do you realize what you’re saying?”

You nod. “I-I know it’s sudden, but I like you, Kim Seungmin.”

“But you love Chan.”

You hesitate but nod in agreement anyway. “I’m not going to put you second. I—”

“Y/N, I killed Chan. Don’t you see? You should hate me instead. If it weren’t for me, you’d still have your husband, and Miyeon would still have a dad. If I hadn’t stood under that propeller after the plane crash, Chan wouldn’t have had to push me and get crushed in the head. I killed Chan, and no matter what I do— no matter how much I love you too— I can never stand in his place.”

You take a moment to stare at him, trying to read his body language after that confession of insecurity. After a while, you straighten your back and look him right in the eyes.

“You’re right.” He’s startled by your sudden firm tone. “You can never be Chan. You’re not a music-producing insomniac. You’re not Australian. You’re not born with curly hair.”

He swallows and hangs his head.

“But,” you continue. “I’m not looking for another Chan. I’m not looking to replace him; I’m looking for you.”

“Y/N…”

You soften your voice. “When I found out how he passed saving you, I knew I was going to be okay. I knew Chan wouldn’t leave me and his unborn child to fend for ourselves. He saved you because he knew he could count on you, and it’s why I trusted you from the beginning and why I let myself fall in love again.”

You walk up to him and take his hands. “Let me ask this again. Will you, Kim Seungmin, stand by my side, not as Chan, but as someone who loves and is loved?”

His heart pounds in his head, yet he cannot take his eyes off of yours. His throat is tied into knots, yet he cannot stop the words from tumbling out.

“Nothing would make me happier,” he breathes. 

You smile and wrap him in a hug, which he finally returns. Just then, footsteps thump down the stairs and a five year old child waddles into view.

“Mommy?” she calls. She then takes a moment to look around before her eyes land on Seungmin. “Daddy?”

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[teamhappyme]

my love will find you

aaron hotchner x female!reader

word count: 1.9k

a/n: another hurt/comfort fic because i’m incapable of righting pure fluff. this was inspired by the incredibly sad but beautiful children’s book ‘wherever you are, my love will find you’ by nancy tillman. i have quoted some parts of the book, and those are the quotes in italics. i first read this book to the toddlers i work with two weeks after my bestfriend, my grandmother died a few years ago. it brought me to tears, and is truly one of my favorite children’s books. 

warnings: discussions of miscarriage, nothing graphic

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You gently knocked on Jack’s door after seeing the light peek through the space where the door met the floor. It was nearing ten o’clock, the ten year old should be in bed by now. 

Once you heard the quiet ‘come in’, you opened the door to find him tucked in, little lamp on with a few books on his bed. 

“It’s getting late, bud. Why don’t you wrap up your last book for the night.” He nodded, closing the book in his hand. Sitting on the edge of his bed, you recognized the cover, and felt your heart drop in your chest. 

“Is anything bothering you, honey?” He let out a sigh, and he reminded you so much of Aaron in that moment. Usually, you loved to see the resemblance in your husband and son. But this big sigh was too much for the little boy to go through.

“My art teacher had us make mother’s day cards at school today. All of my friends just stood up and grabbed a piece of paper, but I kind of froze for a second.” You would do anything to bring back Haley, to put this little boy out of the pain he’s gone through at such a young age. “I asked my teacher if I could make three. They were supposed to be a surprise, but I made one for mom, you, and aunt Jess.” 

You couldn’t help the small smile on your face. He was such a sweet boy. He was the reason you and Aaron talked about having a baby of your own. Give Jack a sibling, maybe spread some more love in this family. 

“I’m just missing my mom a lot today, that’s all. And this book makes me feel a little better about it.”

You took the book from his hands, tracing your fingers down the front cover. 

“You know, I’m the one that gave you this book. When my nana died, this book really helped me stay connected to her. I’m glad it does the same for you too.” A smile crept across your face, and you stood up from his bed. “I know you may be a little too old for this, but would you mind if I read this to you? I’m feeling a little sad tonight too, and I think this book could make me feel better.”

He smiled, and scooched closer to the wall to give you some space in his bed. “What are you sad about y/n/n?” You shook your head, not wanting to hurt the little boy any more than he already was. 

“I’m just missing daddy. But he’ll be home tomorrow.” You turned to the first page, getting ready to read the short little book.

“I wanted you more than you ever will know, so I sent love to follow wherever you go.”

It had been a while since you read this to Jack, and you were already starting to tear up. 

“It never gets lost, never fades, never ends… paint til you’re blue… there’s no place, not one, where my love can’t find you.”

You wanted Aaron to be here, needed Aaron to be here. Especially today.

“And if someday you’re lonely, or someday you’re sad, or you strike out at baseball, or think you’ve been bad… just lift up your face, feel the wind in your hair. That’s me, my sweet baby, my love is right there.”

Your hand rested on your stomach, that was full of new life just a few weeks ago. 

“If you’re still my small babe or you’re all the way grown, my promise to you is you’re never alone.”

As you flipped to the last page, you quickly wiped away the tears in your eyes. You just have to be strong for another few minutes.

“You are my angel, my darling, my star… and my love will find you wherever you are.”

It was an incredibly sad children’s book, but it was really for the parents more than the kids. 

“Okay honey, do you feel a little better now? Do you want to read another book?” He shook his head.

“I’m okay now. I think I’ll just talk to mom for a minute, then go to sleep.” He turned his lantern on, it was what he used to talk to Haley when an adult wasn’t around with the special candle. “Thank you for reading to me, y/n/n.”

You smiled. “Anytime, Jack. Goodnight, I love you.” You leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“Love you too. ‘Night.”

You quietly closed his door and headed down the hall to your own bedroom. Once secure in your own closed room, you let your tears fall free. 

It had been a long forty eight hours without Aaron. The team got called on a case in the middle of the night, but you were left behind due to your twelve week scan with your ob/gyn. You assured Aaron you would be okay on your own. 

But you couldn’t have known what was going to be on that scan. Or, rather, what was missing. 

It was strange to think that only eight hours ago you were still thinking of your baby. How you were going to tell everyone, tell Jack, start thinking of baby names. You should’ve known better than to get so excited so fast.

You don’t know how long you were staring at your laptop screen for, but when you heard the front door open, your heart dropped again. 

You’d left a message when you couldn’t get a hold of him, figuring he was on the jet or wrapping up with the local PD. But it was cryptic, you couldn’t tell him in a voicemail. 

Once he came into the bedroom, you stood up, meeting his gaze. His tie was already off, undershirt poking through from his slightly unbuttoned dress shirt. He was stressed out. And it didn’t take a genius to know why.

“Hi, how was the case?” He kicked his shoes off, slightly shaking his head before giving you a quick kiss. 

“It was just another case. I, I got your message. Is everything alright?”

Just rip off the bandaid, y/n. Quick, as quick as they told you.

You stood in front of him, your husband, holding onto the news that would ruin your future in one second. Wringing your hands together, your eyes began to water again. God, why couldn’t he just have been there with you.

“I lost the baby, Aaron.”

He stopped his miniscule movements, his eyes falling open the slightest bit. Only you ever noticed the change in his eyes. 

“They said it was probably right after the eight week scan, that I lost them. It wasn’t anything I did, they say it just… happens.” A tear fell down your face, and you moved to wipe it away. “I’m sorry, I should’ve called you right away.”

“Honey,” He walked over to me, holding my hands in his own. He opened his mouth a few times, trying to form a sentence with all the emotions running through his head. But he couldn’t. You couldn’t either when they first told you. Instead, you saw tears form in his eyes, as he choked back a sob. “Sorry,” He started, trying to be strong for you. 

But you wouldn’t let him bury this. Not this pain. You wrapped your arms around his waist, and he buried his head in your shoulder. Your tears were staining his shirt, and you could hear him sniffle every few seconds. But you started to feel whole again with his arms wrapped around you.

He lifted his head after a minute, pressing a kiss to your head before tucking you under his chin. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there with you. You shouldn’t have had to be there alone.”

“It’s not your fault. We couldn’t have known.” Your eyes welled with tears again, and you held on tighter to your husband. “I know it was only a few months, but I really loved them Aaron.”

“I know, I do too.” You untangled yourself from him, wanting to see his face as you talked through another incredible loss in his life. 

“They scheduled me for a d&c on monday, just to be sure everything is cleared out.” They had to make everything sound so clinical. As if this wasn’t a human, your human growing inside of you. “You’ll come with me, right?” 

“Of course.” He noticed you wringing your hands again, fighting back the next wave of tears washing over you. “Y/n, talk to me.”

You sat at the end of your bed, resting your head in your hands, letting the tears slowly, evenly escape your eyes. 

“My whole life, all I’ve wanted was to be a mom. I wanted to have babies running around my house, their toys filling up every room you walk in. It was the one thing I was always sure about. When I found out I was pregnant, I was so excited that my dream was coming true. That we could expand our family, we could give Jack a sibling. But now,” You lifted your head, Aaron leaning against the dresser. “I just can’t help but think this was a sign. That I’m not meant to have my own baby.”

He immediately pushed off the dresser, moving to kneel in front of you. “Y/n,”

You shook your head, wanting to finish before he started. “I love our life, Aaron. I was devastated this afternoon. I was crying in the parking lot of the doctor’s office for thirty minutes, before I went to pick up Jack. But once I saw him, I felt better.” You reached out to hold one of his hands. “He told me today that he made a mother’s day card for Haley, Jess, and me. We talked about Haley, and how he misses her. And then we read the book I gave him after she died,”

“Wherever You Are My Love Will Find You,” He interrupted you, and you smiled. The book seemed to have a lasting effect on everyone in the Hotchner house.

“Aaron, I love being another mom to Jack. I love being your wife, I love my relationship with Jess, I loved our baby, and I love where we are right now.” You brought his hand to your lips, lightly kissing his knuckles before you finished. “Maybe I’m not meant to have my own baby. But I love our son, and our family. And once we grieve the one we almost got, that’s all I want to focus on. At least for right now.”

Once you finished, and he soaked in your words, he gave you a true Aaron Hotchner smile, dimples and all. A stray tear fell down his face, and you quickly moved to brush it away.

“I love you so much, you know that right?”

You smiled in return. “I love you too.”

He leaned in to kiss you, soft and slow. A few stray tears mixed together between the two of you, emotions all over the place right now. But it was going to be okay with Aaron by your side.

You slowly pulled away, giving him one final kiss before he wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“We’ll get through this together.” You nodded, resting your forehead against his. “Allways.”

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[yolkyeomie]

Improv Game | Yang Jeongin

summary — maybe following the script of what’s ahead isn’t for you and a little bit of improv is all you need to make it better

word count — 1.9k words

pairing — gender neutral!reader x jeongin (ft. x hyunjin)

genre — high school au, transmigration(?) au, fluff, cliff hanger

disclaimer — this is VERY loosely based off of series like Extraordinary You and the awfully popular reincarnation webtoons i’ve seen like… everywhere. I JUST NEEDED SUMN TO WRITE OKAY?

You strained a smile at the boy in front of you, rhythmically tapping your fingers on the desk in hopes that he’d pick up your annoyed undertone. Though to no avail did he notice. He simply took it as your way of attentively listening to him speak and that’s all he would ever take it as, he was rather oblivious after all. You couldn’t exactly blame him for this unfortunate trait of his but you couldn’t stand it either.

“Oh, Y/N, if you don’t mind me asking…,” the boy began, leaning back in his chair as he held onto the desk for support. His eyes wandered from the front of the classroom then to the classroom window where the cherry blossoms were on full display to finally your eyes.

You didn’t mean to make direct eye contact with him but he caught your gaze a lot quicker than you could look away. With a deep sigh you stretched your arms out before turning your genuine attention to him, “What’s up, Hyunjin? Go ahead and spit it out.”

He cleared his throat for the moment, his eyes darting away from your connected gazes before mumbling something out of his mouth. The boy glanced at you to see if you had heard him and when you showed no signs of understanding, he cleaned his throat again. “I said if you’re not busy any time like… I don’t know— tomorrow? If you wanted to hang out? Like go to the park or an arcade or—“

“—like a date?” You questioned, raising a brow in suspicion.

Hyunjin immediately started to crumble, his face flushing a beetroot red and his ears practically steaming from your words. “No, no! Not a date! I would like… never ask you on a date! Unless you want it to be a date…? I mean if you don’t think it’s a date then it’s not a date—!” The boy continued to ramble, nearly forgetting about your existence as he tried to cover himself.

You were in a very… odd situation to say the least. One day you had woken in a room that wasn’t yours, in a house that wasn’t yours, with friends you didn’t know, going to a school you never went to. Only one could imagine the amount of disarray you were in as you tried to traverse the day struggling to get from one place to another when you didn’t have a clue of what was exactly going on.

You thought, maybe if you just get through this day, everything will go back to normal when you wake up again? As if this was all some sort of… dream your mind had created in your slumber.

But alas, that was definitely not the case. You woke up the next day in the nearly same situation you were in before. And the same in the next day, and the day after that. Soon days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. You were still living throughout each day as if you had never really woken up in the unfamiliar at all.

The kicker? You had quickly caught onto the fact that you were within a book, maybe even a comic who knows, and were walking around as the main protagonist. Well, quickly isn’t the right word per say. A week went by as if everything was normal until you interacted with a teacher who had asked for you after school.

The conversation was as normal as any conversation with an adult would go until you looked above their head and saw words in bold quotation marks detailing words that hadn’t been spoken yet. Without thinking, you read them out loud and the teacher responded exactly to what you had read out. You didn’t think anything of it at first until the routine you had adapted yourself to suddenly changed to fit the words you had read to him.

The world was shaping around the detailed actions and words the story was instructing you to take. Sometimes it would be something simple like helping your teachers with their work and other times if quite literally instructing you to get hit with a soccer ball in the face. You didn’t want to follow through when things like the latter were given to you, but they would just happen whether you liked it or not.

Oh and your main love interest? It was Hyunjin. You’d think having someone fated to fall in love with you and vice versa would be interesting and exciting to you, but you weren’t feeling it all.

Don’t get it wrong, Hyunjin is a very nice kid. He’s tall and handsome with a sweet personality, but he just… wasn’t your type? So trying to get your “character” to fall in love with him was hard. Especially when whatever author that was scripting your interactions together made them happen extremely frequently and in rather annoying ways.

Not a day goes by where you can get some peace and quiet. Whenever you thought you’d be free, Hyunjin would always pop up to greet you or keep you company or even pull you to the next step of your growing relationship when you really didn’t want to.

It seemed like the date-that’s-not-really-a-date-but-it-totally-is was the next step into pushing you two closer to each other. It had to be, given the fact that the next sentence that was supposed to come out of your mouth had appeared over his stressed out figure.

You concealed a deep sigh as you placed your hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. The boy immediately stopped in his tracks, turning to face you with wide and curious eyes. You flashed him your best smile possible, “Yes, let’s make it a date.”

The boy nearly popped a vein, blinking rapidly and his cheeks growing warmer and warmer at your answer. “You… Do you really mean it? Like… this wouldn’t be just two friends hanging out— this will be a whole date?”

“Do you even know what the definition of a date is? Of course it’s a whole date!” You recited, watching Hyunjin’s eyes begin to glow and his smile stretching from ear to ear.

A small hum of satisfaction left his lips as he jumped up from his seat, struggling to contact his excitement. “Okay then! It’s… it’s a date?”

“It’s a date.”

“It’s a date!” He exclaimed, catching the attention of nearly the entire class. Luckily it was a free period so you didn’t have to worry about interrupting the class instruction but it was still embarrassing. You practically sunk in your seat and covered your face to the best of your ability as Hyunjin hopped about the room in glee. “Jeongin, Jeongin! You’ll never guess what happened to me!”

Your head immediately shot up upon hearing the name uttered from the boy’s lips, your eyes glued straight onto Hyunjin’s back. The boy was jumping up and down in the door and his back was blocking the view of whoever was in front of him, but you didn’t exactly mind. You simply waited for him to stop moving before finally spotting the familiar dimpled boy in front him, his pretty smile and excited eyes on the main love interest.

Jeongin, the main love interest’s best friend and the device used to move the plot forward, that’s exactly who he was. Minus the fact that you liked Jeongin a lot more than you liked Hyunjin.

Your body so desperately wanted to move on it’s own, your eyes following the boy’s every move as he expressed his delight for the boy’s accomplishments.

The mischievous glint in his eyes every time was mesmerizing, the pretty tone of voice he had was exhilarating, and his unique features almost made him too good to be true. Not to mention how genuinely funny he was without even trying, he was much more your speed than the gullible and kind Hyunjin that you were paired with.

Unfortunately, the story you were placed in would never let Jeongin think of you more than a friend. He just wasn’t scripted that way. While Hyunjin may love you unconditionally because that was his purpose, you didn’t find it as appealing as perhaps a reader or any other normal main protagonist would be.

Plus, you had no idea how exactly you’d be able to break free from the plotline of you and Hyunjin getting together nor did you know what would happen if you did. You had always followed the path that was in front of you without question, the possibility of getting to the end of the story and escaping the book you were in had been the only thing you were reaching for.

But if you strayed from that somehow and got with Jeongin against the author’s wishes, what exactly would that entail for you? Would you still be forced together with Hyunjin? Or would the author somehow eradicate Jeongin’s existence altogether?

Big bold quotes appeared over Jeongin and Hyunjin’s heads, your next scripted words to continue the plot blasted right in your face like flashing headlights. You read them silently to yourself for a moment, glancing from Hyunjin to Jeongin with a skeptical frown on your face.

I can’t wait for tomorrow, Hyunjin!

What a simple phrase to repeat, a normal response in the situation you were in. You and Hyunjin were fated to be with each other, destined to fall in love no matter what odds were against the two of you. But… you just weren’t feeling it honestly. Who would have guessed that the obstacles that stood in between you and Hyunjin becoming a couple was yourself, the main protagonist, after all?

With a deep breath, you stood up from your seat and flagged down Hyunjin and Jeongin to get their attention. Jeongin was the first to notice, catching your moving figure in the corner of his eye and hitting the boy’s shoulder to get his attention. Hyunjin turned around shortly after, his hair whipping in the wind and landing perfectly on his shoulders thanks to his typical love interest privileges.

He smiled at you, his wide and grand smile that should have made any person fall out in adoration. You raised your hand to wave at the boys as you spoke, “Hi… Jeongin.”

Hyunjin’s infatuated gaze fell into one of confusion, his face twisting as he looked back at the friend you had called out to.

Jeongin looked just as confused as Hyunjin, unsure of whether or not he could respond to you. Though it was a little too late to not answer now, you had already made eye contact with each other. Not responding would be seen as rude to his friend’s future partner after all. “Hi, Y/N” He replied, his words seemingly unscripted from what the original author had intended. Perhaps he wasn’t supposed to say a word to you in this scene but that didn’t matter now.

You had taken the first step into straying off the path that was laid out for you since you woke up in this book’s storyline, and now you were going to run for it. Run as fast as you can to change the story to what you wanted, a story where you can have Jeongin all for yourself, and not what the author had intended for you.

After all, you're not the protagonist that the author had intended to write. You are you’re own person with your own wants and desires, you were going to get what you wanted whether the author liked it or not.

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[softsan]

NCT MAFIA AU (renjun)

🖇Meaningless to hesitate, but we still do (pt.1)

MASTERLIST

PARTS:  | 01 | 02 |

MAFIA PROFILES | Y/N’S NAMES

GENRE: Mafia AU, Contract killer AU

QUOTE: “Like the taste of sugary peach tea, you radiated with such sweetness his teeth hurt from smiling.”

WARNINGS: Graphic scenes of violence, Blood, Attempted assassination 

The soft hue of pink and orange splashed the walls as the sun set of into the distance. You shielded your sight from the blinding glare, your eyes squinting. You made out the shadowy figure of his despite the hindrance of the trees.  

“Renjun,” You whispered to yourself. Why of all places?

It had been many moons since you faced another from your old life. You had thought you’d escaped it. Only for someone to return and bust the quiet existence you had curated for yourself.  

“Did you say something?” Faye asked, unplugging one of her earphones.

You shook your head, a false laugh coming from your mouth. “Just talking to myself, it’s been a long day you know.”

Faye hummed in agreement as she continued to sweep the classroom’s floors.

You stared a little longer at the young girl. The two of you often exchange small talk at the day's end. You would stay back to prepare for tomorrow's activities whilst she’d come to clean the rooms and playground of the small kindergarten. It was uncommon for someone so young to be in a janitor's position but you didn't like to pry. All you knew was it was one of her three jobs. You figured city living was tough. Even with your salary it was barely enough to cover a basic apartment within the city’s outskirts.

Your gaze drifted to the displayed hand-drawn pictures the kids had made last week. They were pinned to the felt fabric by thumbtacks. Then to the arts and crafts table, where the remnants of playdough stuck. A heavy feeling settled in your stomach. You’d hate to leave it all behind. But did you have a choice?

What if they managed to capture you? You couldn’t risk such a thing happening.

Renjun’s sudden appearance couldn’t possibly be a coincidence. A grifter with many talents, he had no business lurking in the presence of a retired criminal like yourself.  

───

Renjun yawned, stretching his arms above his head. His body felt stiff, his legs still asleep from the concrete he slept upon.

The late summer air warmed, as a new day began. He crouched on his knees, rubbing his eyes. He wasn’t made for stakeouts, he was grifter, an actor who bluffed and charmed his marks into getting whatever he pleased. He rarely got his hand dirty. They were jobs for the likes of Johnny and Ten. However, to Renjun’s dismay, both were caught up in their personal affairs, and Taeyong their leader had instructed him to fulfill this one job. A hit. It was simple enough, or so it should have been.  

Taking another life wasn’t foreign, Renjun understood it occasionally came with his line of work. However, what should have been a simple kill had become a lot trickier and he had only himself to blame.

He has spent the last two weeks, learning your schedule, your routine. He observed your honeyed nature, how you spoiled the kids in your class. How you stayed back with a child whose parents had forgotten about them. You held their hand and sang nursery rhymes until the kid had calm down.

He knew humanizing you was a mistake. He should have never allowed himself to get so close.  

Renjun crawled to the sniper rifle that was perched by the ledge of the window. He peered into the lens, closing his other eye.

A stray strand of hair curled by the side of your face while you dramatically huffed.  

Renjun’s grasped tightened on the rifle.

The children ran in circles as you playfully chased after them. You clutched your chest, a feigned cry escaped as the children shot their pretend finger guns at you. You toppled to the ground, your legs flopping comedically. They laughed, a few falling back on the foam matt beside you.  

Renjun pulled away, his eyes dropping shamefully. The painful swell in his chest continued to expand.  

Guilt? Remorse?  

He shook away his thoughts. He needed to do this... or someone else would.  

Renjun realigned the lens, wrapping his finger on the trigger, and unhinged the safety.

Press down. He told himself. Do it!

No matter how much he coerced, he couldn’t.  

───

You spied Renjun from outside the coffee shop. You were plainly in sight on the sidewalk by the bustling road. He was inside the café absorbed in the work on his laptop, his fingers tips lazily typing.  

You had noted him a handful of times now. Up to this moment, you had pretended not to notice his presence but it was pushing three weeks now. Usually, when one gathered intel on their target it didn’t last longer than a week or so. Of course, there were always exceptions but you weren’t a complicated case.

Judging from your past, he was hired either to capture you or kill you. You hadn’t any money reserves or anything worth investigating. Yet, Renjun was stalling.

Maybe he’s after someone else? The foolish part of yourself tried to resonate.  

Renjun’s thumb paused above the spacebar, he stared blankly at the laptop’s screen. There were only so many excuses he could write in his report for not taking the shot.

He was seated in an outdated coffee shop opposing the kindergarten. The place sat almost silent as most of the customers had abandoned ship for the commercial coffee chain that had open up next door. He, however, appreciated the privacy the old café offered.  

He sat in the lonesome booth, tracing the keys absently. Taeil would expect a report by sunset.  

I’m a grifter, an escape specialist, His mind grumbled. Assassination wasn’t even his expertise.  

Why did I have to be assigned to this job?  

His crinkled forehead smoothed at the sight of your image on his report. Your face alit, your beauty held such a wholesomeness. Had he not been the one given this job someone else would have stifled that light of yours...Could he bear that thought?

It was your brother who contracted a hit. You didn’t appear to have the same criminal ties as your brother and Renjun had concluded you must have come as an inconvenience to him. A weakness. Renjun understood that thinking, as twisted as it sounded. One without anything to lose was a far greater foe than one who did.

“What are you working on?” A melodic voice interrupted his thoughts.  

Renjun’s heart backflipped as his eyes enlarged.  

There you were sitting on the other side of the booth. Your elbows were rested upon the table, your iris glittering with sincere interest. Your curls tumble down onto your sunflower apron, a strawberry dress peeking out from beneath.

Renjun slammed his laptop close, “Nothing.” His voice felt thick.  

You kept your composure, offering a carefree shrug. You had witness your face on his screen. You were defiantly a target of his. You played clueless to not arouse suspicion.  

Renjun observed you pull out a stack of envelopes from your woven handbag. He recognized the envelopes from Thursday’s class. You had the children write a wishlist for the coming Christmas.

You carefully unsealed the envelope pulling out a letter written in crayon.

“You don’t mind me joining you,” You piped, “It’s only the two of us in here. No need to dirty another tablet for the waitress to clean.”

Renjun nodded wordlessly.

After a quick read you reached for a sheet of golden star stickers. Renjun curiously watched as you placed one of them on each’s kid’s envelope, scribbling ‘To the North Pole’.  

“The North Pole?” Renjun hadn’t meant to say aloud.  

You peaked beneath your eyelashes, he appeared to stiffen at the sound of his own voice.  

“I promised the kids I’d post them to Santa.” You replied.  

He seemed to relax at your response, settling back in his seat.  

The waitress stepped forward, setting down a cinnamon muffin.  

You thanked her, “Would you like anything?” You asked Renjun.  

“Oh no.” His hair swept over his eyes as he shook his head.  

You tore your muffin in half “Here,” you offered, pushing it forward.  

You held it in front of him, not accepting his refusal.  

Renjun swallowed, his trembling hand wrapped around the muffin. Accidently grazing his finger across yours.

You didn’t appear to notice, lifting the other piece to your lips. You nibbled lightly, returning to the children’s letters.

He shouldn’t have taken the muffin. He was here to take your life, not to indulge in your kindness.  

Renjun neglected his half of the muffin, it felt like poison in his hands.  

You stamped the last letter, you piled them and placed them back into your handbag. One golden star sticker remained. You glanced at your watch recess would end in 5 minutes. The other kindergarten teacher on duty would be eager for your return.  

Now you knew for sure you were Renjun’s target and you had made it clear you knew of him. Renjun would be forced to act.

You stood up, looping your handbag over your shoulder. Renjun’s eyes followed you.

“Thank you for keeping me company.”  

You would be gone by nightfall.  

You leaned down to stick the last golden star on his hand, “Goodbye.”

Renjun brushed over where you had laid the sticker on his hand. You left, the café door ringing behind you.

He angled his head searching for you from the window. You crossed the road, a skip in your step, your curls bouncing behind you.  

───

You rolled your travel-sized suitcase behind you, cautiously checking the coast was clear before abandoning your apartment. You advanced across the dimly lit hallways and past the elevator, you’d opt for the stairs instead.

You heard a group of men, chatting freely. You stumbled back, away from the stairs, and hid between a cleaning trolly and the broom closet. You tucked your suitcase to your chest.

You peaked from above the mop. The four men were dressed in black. They wore shades to mask their identities and had handguns in holsters strapped to their waists. You caught a black crow tattoo on the ankle of one of the men.  

Crap. The Western mafia?  

You rubbed your temples, foiled. Renjun worked of the Northern mafia if you remembered correctly, under the red snake Taeyong. Why were the Western crow’s men here too?  

They pulled the fire alarm on your floor, a screeching echoing thoughout. The resident began piling out of their apartments and down the stairs.  

The men were trying to lure someone out. The angry spray of the sprinklers went off, soaking your shirt and hair.

When all the residents left they kicked down a door. They were taunting, singing out your name.  

“Y/N come out, come out wherever you are.”

Your knuckles clenched

 as you held tighter onto your suitcase.  

Renjun scaled your neighbors' terrace, your apartment was so close. He jumped over the railing, grasping onto your windowsill knocking over a pot plant in the process.  

He had seen the men pull up in their black van, they were coming. Your curtain had been drawn but the light in your apartment was still on so he could only assume you were home.  

He didn’t know what came over him as he desperately jerked through the window.

A spray of bullets narrowly missed him as his head turn frantically trying to find you.  

You heard gunfire. The men erupted in chaos, bellowing at somebody.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice yelled.

You throat dried, Renjun?

Your mind must be playing tricks on you.  

The sound of two thumps and more gunfire.  

“Y/N” Renjun called for you. You must be hidden somewhere in your apartment. “Run! Get out of here.” He hoped you’d hear him.  

Your grip on your suitcase loosened. You weren’t mistaken, it was him.  

Renjun dived out of the way, tipping over the dining table to use as a shield. He had taken down two of the men and the third was out of bullets.  

“Fucking die.” One came charging over the table. Renjun felt fists batter against his ribcage and a headbutt to his face. Renjun dug his nails into his opponent's eyes, kicking out his knees. He took more hits but was able to twist the man into a chokehold before snapping his neck to the left. The man fell in a heap to the side.  

Blood streaked down, obscuring Renjun’s vision. His head faint, his arm numb. There was still one man left. Renjun tired using his elbows to leverage his body off the ground but he collapsed helplessly.  

You must have been insane, absolutely loony. You took off back to your apartment, slowing as you entered through your busted down door. You bit down on your lip, observing the mess. Your apartment had been torn to shreds.

You tiptoed through the kitchen. The last man standing stalked to the upturned dining table. He shot his last round, splintering the wood.  

Your sweaty palms reached for the flower vase on your kitchen counter. You took more steps closer, the man's bald head staring back at you.  

The vase came crashing down, smashing across his head. Glass shattered in all directions, a large jagged piece cutting into your hand.  

The man fell to his knees was but still conscious.  

“You!” He demanded. His hands grabbed for you, clawing the base of your neck. You shook in his hold which only strengthen.  

“Let me go.” You spluttered to no avail.  

The jagged glass was still in your hand. You hardened, thrusting it into your attacker. The glass lodged behind the man's ear and into his skull.  

His clasp around your neck slipped away, as he sagged to the ground. His eyes glassy and lifeless.  

Your chest pounded, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You had never taken a life before.

A listless mumble broke your trance.  

Renjun?  

You shakily approached, your jaw falling as you saw the bludgeon Renjun. His eye was swelled over, his shoulder dislocated, blood trickling out from his lips.

You crouched to feel for a pulse. Panic started to set in, you leaned your ear against his chest. Nothing.  

You folded your hands over one another and began to pump. You heard the creak of his ribs as you pushed.  

“Come on Renjun.”  

If he was here to get rid of you, why had he told you to run? Why did he take on those men?

You pumped harder.

“Come on.”  

You heard a gasp. You immediately went to clear Renjun’s airways, getting him to spit out the blood.  

“Y/N?” He couldn’t believe it.  

“You idiot.” You scolded, rubbing his back.  

Your face was written in distress, a frown plaguing your features.

He suddenly pecked his lips for a short second against yours. He saw your features morph into surprise.  

Like the taste of sugary peach tea, you radiated with such sweetness his teeth hurt from smiling.  

He had decided against his better judgment. You would be his. Screw the job. Taeyong could punish him all he wanted. Renjun would be alright along as he had you.  

“I’m yours.” He managed to say, falling against your shoulder.  

You felt his arms squeeze around you.  

“Your arm is dislocated.” You whispered.  

His only response was to nuzzle closer.  

NETWORKS: @czennienet​ | @nct-writers | @neoswitchnet

MONI’S NOTE: Mafia Renjun's first installment. I hope you all enjoy it. If you do, please consider reading the other member's parts. They are all a part of the same universe, and you may even notice some cross-over between them.

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[goodwriterwithbadhabits]

Soft Moments With Stray Kids

This is for all the Stays who just need a written hug. (Gifs aren’t mine)

Warnings: Jeongin’s is a little suggestive(I was shocked too and I wrote it) Hyunjin’s is suggestive too

Master List

~~

Bang Chan:

Chan looked ethereal again, with his hair sticking up in odd places, no shirt and his headphones nestled over his ears as he stared at the computer screen. If you were blessed with anything, it was a hardworking and very beautiful boyfriend, but you were tired and wanted cuddles, and said boyfriend was working so you would have to compromise. And by compromise, I mean interrupt him. 

The second you tapped on his shoulder he was pulling the headphones off and looking up at you. Upon seeing your pout, he immediately opened his arms, prompting you to straddle his waist, legs under the arm rests and your arms around his neck. 

“Better?” He asks, scooting back towards his desk to keep working. 

“Much.” You nod, kissing his cheek happily. You set your cheek on his collarbone, staring up at him as he focuses on his work. Man he was so beautiful, :even from this ridiculous angle, with one headphone on and his brown eyes laser focused on the bright screen of his computer. 

Your gaze must have been distracting because it took only a few moments before he was looking down at you again. 

“What’s popping?” He jokes, his smile becoming mirrored on your face. 

“Don’t mind me just watching.” You finish the quote, making both of you burst out laughing. 

“You’re so cute, sweetheart.” He sighs, kissing your temple and returning his gaze to the computer. You relent in your watching and instead tuck your face into his neck, ready to sleep on his shoulder. 

“I love you.”

“Love you more.” His instant response makes you smile, and you’re sure he is too. 

“Love you most.” 

“Love you mostest.”

~~

Minho:

“Your fingers are still cold.” Your voice is barely over a whisper as you bring his hands up to your face, blowing on them lightly to help warm them. Minho smiles softly at your actions, loving how focused you were. The blankets you were bundled under were warm, but the icy chill of the snowstorm outside was still clinging to his skin, despite your efforts. “I can make you some cocoa.” You offer, finally looking away from his hands. 

“It’s okay, I don’t want to move.” He pulls his hands from your grip and wraps them around you, pulling you so he can rest his face in the crook of your neck. “You’re warm.” 

“You’d be warm if you didn’t insist on walking to practice today.” You tease, earning a light squeeze from him. 

“Who needs to be warm when I have you?” You can’t help but chuckle at his overly cheesy words. “Hey.” He begins, shifting to look at you, mock hurt painted on his face. “I mean it, doll.”

“I don’t doubt that Romeo, but let's leave the romantic poetry to Chan.”

“Well now you’re just being mean.” He huffs, pressing his cold nose to your cheek, making you let out a shriek as you tried to get away from him. “Where are you going?” He whines, “Love me!” You finally relent, cupping his cheeks so you can kiss his nose. “What was that for?”

“Your nose was cold.” His smile broadens. 

“My lips are cold too.”

~~

Changbin:

“You look like a shrimp.” Your voice pulls Changbin away from his laptop to look at you. He’s still hunched over the device, spine like a crescent moon, while perched on the very edge of the couch. His hair is messy, he’s been wearing those pants for a few days now, and he abandoned his shirt awhile ago, but to you, he still looks incredible. He could say the same about you, wrapped in a Taco Bell wrapper blanket, wearing the pajamas you’ve been in all day with your hair haphazardly pushed away from your face with a headband. 

"Thank you, doll," He chuckles, "You look as sexy as ever." 

"Damn right." You nod, breaking into a grin. "What are you doing?" 

"Writing. Chan's hoping to get the demos out for this new song and I'm trying to write a rap that flows with the beat." He explains. 

"Want some company?" 

"I always want your company, doll." He smiles, making your heart flutter. You stand on the couch cushion behind him, shifting until you were sitting behind him with your legs on either side of his, arms wrapped around his torso and your face squished against his back. "I can't sit up straight with you like this." He notes. 

"It's okay, we can both be shrimp." You mumble, pressing your face into his back more. His laughter reverberates through his chest, vibrating your cheek. 

“What did you do today?”

“I thought I wasn’t supposed to talk to you while you’re writing?” You remind him, tapping his chest lightly. 

“I’ve been stuck on this one part for a while,” He explains, “So talk to me, inspire me.” 

“I didn’t do much. I woke up late and almost ended up late to work. Nia dropped one of her pallets all over my work shoes, so I left multicolored footprints all over the greenroom.” This makes him laugh again, “I stopped by the store on the way home and picked up some groceries.” You pause for a second, wondering if anything else interesting happened. “Oh! And some Stays recognized me and asked for pictures while I was at the store. They were so sweet.” 

“Of course they are, now hush, I have an idea.” You pout slightly, but push your face against his back once again. 

“Fine, but you’d better sing it out loud.”

~~

Hyunjin:

The hot water beat down on your back, doing its best to loosen the tight muscles. Your shoulders had been aching from a workout a few days prior, but this was the first time you’d had the chance to let them soak. 

The bathroom door creaks open, and through the frosted glass door, you can make out the blurry shape of your boyfriend. He comes close to the door, his forehead coming to rest against it, and you can see from the way his shoulders sag, he feels no better than you do. 

“Can I join you?” He mumbles, voice barely rising over the water. “I won’t try anything.” 

“Yeah.” He nods, before finally pulling away from the door to strip. You’re facing away from him as he enters, his cold hands on your waist making you jump slightly. His forehead finds your shoulder as he maneuvers you so you’re both being hit by the water. “Long day, lover?” He smiles softly against your skin. 

“The longest, darling.” Peace settles over you both as you feel your muscles finally relaxing in his hold. He's humming a quiet time, something you don't recognize and you're almost falling asleep by the time the water begins to cool off. 

"We should probably get out." You huff, not wanting to move. 

"I don't want to do anything else today." hyunjin whines as you shut off the shower, "Can we just cuddle?" 

"Of course, lover," You assure him, reaching up to caress his neck, trying to massage some of his ache away. "How about a massage?" He finally manages to pull his face away from your skin, smiling down at you. 

"That sounds amazing, darling. You're the best."

"I do try."

~~

Jisung:

The night sky is full of stars, beautiful constellations, shining so brightly they seem to be just out of reach. You can’t stop yourself from staring up at them, with all the lights in your house off, there seems to not be a more perfect time to simply stare. 

“Oh, you’re still awake.” Jisung’s voice jolts you from your reverie, and as you tear your eyes away from the stars, you find another standing in your dark kitchen. 

“So are you.” You counter, a soft smile coming onto your lips as he tries to explain himself. You simply stand, opening your arms for a hug. He does so quickly, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his face into the crook of your neck. 

“You smell like pomegranates.” He mumbles, lips moving gently against your skin. 

“New shampoo.” You explain, “Dance with me.” 

“There’s no music.” 

“With you there’s always music.” You counter, beginning to sway from side to side, slowly turning. 

“You are my muse.” He admits, placing a feather-light kiss to your neck. You can feel him slowly relax as you sway aimlessly, eventually one of his hands finds yours, lacing your fingers together as he begins moving to a slow rhythm you can’t hear. 

“I missed you today.” Your voice is quiet, doing your best to not disturb the peace you’ve created. 

“I know, love, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not upset, just missed you.” 

“Well I am free tomorrow, and I am going to do something amazing for you.” He decides firmly, pulling away from you to spin you under his arm. Your giggles echo through the house as he pulls you back to him, exaggerating his swaying to keep you laughing. “Something to make you laugh.” 

“You always make me laugh.” You assure him, pressing your forehead to his shoulder. You can feel him grinning as he kisses your head. 

“Then tomorrow it’ll be just us.”

“How about forever?” You pull back to look up at him, watching the way his eyes seem to sparkle at your words. 

“I like the sound of that.” He grins, nodding excitedly, “I like forever.”

~~

Felix:

“Behind you.” Felix’s voice is soft, as is the hand he rests on your waist to squeeze between you and the island counter behind you. You barely acknowledge him, focused on cutting bell peppers to add to your meal. 

“Pass me the sesame oil?” You ask, pointing over to the bottle on the other side of him. 

“What’s the magic word?” He jokes, pulling the cupcake pan out of the cabinet. 

“Sunshine?” His face tints red at your words, a grin spreading across his face. 

“It was actually banana, but that works too.” You both chuckle at his words, accepting the bottle with a kiss. 

“Speaking of bananas, we should make banana bread soon.” You offer, speaking up over the loud sizzle of your wok. 

“Oh we should, I think Chan has some bananas we can steal.”

“Yeah but then we’ll have to share.” You grumble, earning a laugh from him again. 

“Not if we eat it all.” Felix counters, “Oven.” You shift out of the way, letting him put his cupcakes in the oven while you continue stirring your fried rice. When they’re in he makes his way back over to his station, cleaning up as he prepares to continue. 

“You should probably wait to make frosting until we pull them out,”

“I can always put it in the fridge.” 

“Yeah but then it’ll be too cold to ice properly.” You reason. “We’ll have to let it warm up first.”

“Right as always.” He caves, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. “Kiss?” You turn your head immediately, obliging your boyfriend happily. 

“Alright, bowl please?” 

“Here you are darling,” He presents the bowl down on one knee, holding it above his head as he bows to you. 

“Goof.” 

“Your goof.” He nods, kissing your cheek. “I’ll go pick a movie.” 

“Not a zombie movie!” You call as he dashes to the living room. 

“No promises.”

~~

Seungmin:

Children’s laughter echoes across the hills of the park, though your focus remains solely on the food you were trying to pack away. 

“I don’t want to go yet.” You sigh, leaning on Seungmin’s shoulder, “Its a nice day.”

“It’s very pretty.” He comments, and you open your eyes to find him smiling down at you. 

“Ah!” You gasp, falling dramatically to the blanket beneath you. “You’re too cute, I’ve died.” You roll away from him, coming to rest on your back.

“You’re going to get a sunburn.” Seungmin chides, watching you lay out in the sun. Your hair is fanned out across the blanket, and your shorts do the same, riding up just enough to show off your lower thigh that somehow rest in the shade along with your bare feet. 

“I’m fine darling.” You assure him, extending a hand in his direction. He does the only thing he can think of, he lays down just inside the shade. Taking your hand in his, you both lay quietly, basking in the warm day and each other's love. 

“Babe?”

“Yeah babe?” 

“I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.” You crack your eyes open, turning your head to find him staring at you. 

“I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you too.” You confess, making him smile. 

“Come here.” He tugs your hand, pulling you closer to lay right next to him, shoulders touching. Together you stare up at the clouds, pointing out shapes and laughing at each other. With a soft breeze brushing your skin and ruffling the leaves on the trees, there is little that could ruin this kind of serenity.

~~

Jeongin:

The night air was making your skin cold, despite the warm pool you floated in. Your limbs were stuck to your yellow innertube and you knew your toes were getting wrinkly from the countless hours they had spent submerged, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to move. Not when his hand was so perfectly entwined in yours, not when the music was still playing softly, not when the whole thing felt so much like a scene from a romance movie. 

“I’m hungry.” Jeongin finally mumbled, his voice bouncing off the almost still water. 

“I’m not cooking.” You mumble back, refusing to even open your eyes. “Too bad Felix already left, I should have made him cook.”

“I’m not in the mood for food poisoning” His deadpanned comment has you laughing, hard. Hard enough that you almost fall out of your floatie, which has him laughing too. Letting go of his hand you slide it under his blue tube, pushing just enough to have him losing his balance, sending him back into the water. You’re still laughing as he pops back up, pushing his hair from his face as he glares at you, so of course you don’t notice as he does the same thing to you. When you come back up, he has managed to compress his laughter into giggles, but it still earns him a glare, though when you try to tackle him into the water, he catches you easily. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist as he holds you up by the thighs, looking down at him through dripping hair. 

“Hi.” He finally manages to say. 

“Hi.” You whisper back, hands moving to cup his jaw. “You look pretty good all wet and shirtless.” 

“I was going to say the same thing about you.” He laughs back, “Now I’m cold, we should go inside.” 

“I agree, I’m thinking Pizza and Goblin?” His grin is answer enough for you, leaning down you place a quick kiss on his lips before trying to untangle his hands from your legs. 

“Wait, I want to do something first.” He adjusts his hold on you, steadying his grip, “I’ve never had an underwater kiss before.” You can’t help the smile that spreads across your lips. 

“I’d be happy to help.”

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[sankyeom]

fanfic writers tag game !

tagged by: the lovely @moonieric, thank you!! 💛 i’m excited to keep getting to know you better! and thank you @uwu0clock too, my dear 🌷

1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?

soooo many i’m pretty sure the first fan fiction i ever wrote was for the hunger games lol. then i wrote for one direction, 5sos, harry potter, marvel, the maze runner, narnia, teen wolf, supernatural, the 100, riverdale (don’t judge me season 1 was good) & probably more that i can’t think of right now

2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?

a few!! the boyz, golden child, victon, tomorrow x together, ateez, cix, nct, seventeen & stray kids are what i have works up for

but i’m planning some things for enhypen and a few other groups at the moment too 👀

3. how long have you been writing?

ever since i learned how to write letters and words!!

i have a folder of all the stories i used to write when i was like four years old, i think i’ve gotten a bit better since then though lol

4. on which platforms do you post your stories

i only post my current works on tumblr, but back in the day i used to have thousands and thousands of notes on wattpad and quotev

not that my writing deserved it though, that was just the age of terribly written fanfic going viral al the time 😂

5. what is your favorite genre to write?

i like to write mostly fluffy things, but i really like having realistic angst, if that makes sense?? not necessarily something that will break your heart into pieces but something that i think would be normal to experience in love and life

i’d like to get better at writing mystery/action though! those are big struggles for me

6. are you a pantser or a planner?

1000000% planner, especially for social media aus!! i plan every single chapter of a social media au before i post the first chapter, and then i plan every post of the chapter as i go

sometimes i’m a bit of a pantser for written fics if i only have a vague idea and i want to let my mind wander, so i just start writing and see what happens

7. one-shot or multi-chapter?

i personally prefer writing a very long one-shot over multiple chapters, but i have yet to actually post written fics with many chapters on this blog

so who knows? i’ll have to try and see!

8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?

quality over quantity!! the perfect chapter length is specific to every piece

sometimes i feel more proud of and satisfied with a quick drabble or time stamp than a fic with 8k words! it always depends

9. what is your longest published story?

oh back in the day i was posting multiple chapters of 6k words to my fics on quotev every day, so probably around 120k words?

like i said, quality over quantity, though. i definitively included way too many details, like the characters skincare routine and such lmao

here on tumblr my longest fic is he loves me, he loves me not which is my tomorrow x together’s soobin x reader fic with 9.9k words! it’s also the best friends to lovers fic i think i’ve written on this blog, and i’m really proud of it 😌

10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?

i’ve really enjoyed working on and they were roommates! my the boyz’s jacob x reader social media au. the concept is really fun and the characters are really dynamic, so every chapter i write is enjoyable for me!

11. favorite request you’ve written and why?

again, my soobin x reader fic he loves me, he loves me not. i accepted 20 requests once and i think i only fulfilled about 2 or 3, unfortunately. that experience made me realise how bad requests are for my mental health and writing in general!

that fic is my favourite because a friend of mine actually requested it since we had been talking about this concept but i had never written for txt before so i was too shy to start. and also because i think i did a good job, tbh 💗

12. are there reoccurring themes in your stories?

i don’t think so? i write a lot about people who have controlling parents in some of my stories, but not all of them. most of it is from experience with my mum, others are just to add more drama to the plot

13. current number of wips?

before my hiatus i had about 6 fics that i was working on! during my writing hiatus now, i actually have been getting a lot of inspiration through travelling and spending time with my boyfriend. so i think it’s double that by now!!

14. three things you have noticed about your writing?

i describe the way in which people say things a lot, such as the tone or the action they do before/during/after dialogue

gotta have a bit of comic relief if possible

strong and supportive friends are a must!!

15. a quote you like from a published story?

‘ “And if we get heartbroken?” you asked quietly.

Juyeon cocked his head to the side, his familiar eye-smile appearing as he realised you felt the same as him. “Then at least I know that I loved you.” ’ – from my the boyz juyeon x reader fic splash!

wrote this based on what my boyfriend said, almost verbatim, when i agreed to date him bc i was afraid of getting my heart broken. that’s why it’s special to me 🥰

16. a quote from an unpublished story?

ahhhh i don’t have my laptop on me right now so i don’t have any of my wips up!! i’ll try to edit this to add a quote when i have it

17. space for you to say something to your readers~~

i don’t think any of you will ever know how much it means that you’ve given me a platform to share my writing on, as well as constantly giving me love and support here on my blog. you have turned me timidly writing in my bedroom alone to something i can do and share with a community. thank you all so much 💗🌟

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