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ange1s · 3 years

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cherry emoji - mark lee

synopsis: in which mark asks to see your boobs, and the idea you had of your relationship is thrown up in the air.

wc: 3.6k

genre: this is so fluffy it hurts, some angst but nothing crazy

tw: suggestive themes (boobs), swearing

playlist: pluto projector by rex orange county, ivy by frank ocean, tapestry by bruno major

a/n: guess whos back ,, back again ,,, ange1s back ,,, tell a friend,,,, also this is unedited so i'm sorry if theres a mistake :')

my anon asks are open !! feel free to ask me anything or request something <3

“i have a weird question.” mark says timidly. you’re sat on the floor, your back against his bed playing a rhythm game on your phone. he is sat at his desk, parallel to his bed, but with the rolling chair swivelled around to face you straight ahead. you don’t look up.

“hmm.” you hum, focused on the game.

mark swallows. “can i see your boobs?”

you drop your phone into your lap, forgetting about the game. you look up at him, straight into his eyes, and you giggle.

“wait, what?”

mark avoids your eyes almost fearfully, as if you were a detective questioning him for a crime. “can i see your boobs?” softer, this time.

you let out a shallow laugh. “don’t you watch porn? there are boobs there.”

mark blushes. “no! i mean, yes i do, but not real boobs.”

you cross your arms under your boobs on purpose, just to push them up a little higher to drive him nuts. mark sits back in his chair in frustration.

“so you think women aren’t real? that all boobs in porn are fake? jeez mark i thought you cared about women-“

“no! that’s not what i meant!” he says, exasperated. he continues to avoid eye contact with you. “of course i don’t think-“

you laugh again, keeling over. “relax mark, i know you don’t think all women are plastic.”

“look, there’s nothing wrong with being plastic, women can do whatever they-“ mark speaks quickly and nervously as if he were on trial.

“shut up minhyung,” you cut him off with a softer, more serious tone. “why do you want to see my boobs? you’re famous and cute. you could instantly find boobs wherever you go.”

he chuckles. “the word boob is so funny.”

“not the point, minhyung!”

he leans back over, the embarrassment slowly washing away. “stop calling me minhyung!”

“never, minhyung!” you retort without even thinking. you stand up to sit on his bed, now at eye level with him. “now, explain.”

“i… i dunno. i’ve just never seen boobs before. like, in person.”

you look directly at him, brain not even thinking anymore. words just fly out of your mouth with ease. “were you breastfed?”

“y/n!” he exclaims out of frustration. the embarrassment fizzles back in. he throws his head to the back of his chair and covers his eyes with his palm dramatically. he runs his hand down his face, tugging on the soft skin as it travels down. as his hand makes it back down to his lap, you giggle a little louder. “my mom’s boobs don’t fucking count. god, you made me think of my mom’s boobs. what the fuck?”

“sorry,” you manage in between giggles. “sorry, this is so funny.”

“this is impossible. i knew i shouldn’t have asked you.” mark pulls himself out of the chair and heads for the door, but you’re just as fast as him.

“now wait…” you grab his wrist to keep him from leaving. a wave of guilt washes over you. “i was just kidding.”

“were you? you didn’t sound like you were.” he says, his face still turned away from yours.

he sounds strangely hurt. “mark, are you okay?”

mark turns to face you and he looks defeated. he slumps down on the floor next to you, his knees up near his chest and his head in his hands.

“mark…”

“they were making fun of me.”

“who?”

“my friends! they were making fun of me. god, i sound like such an idiot now, whining about my friends like this, oh my god. i sound like a child.”

you rest your elbow on his shoulder giving your hand access to run through his soft, black hair. “you don’t sound like a child. you’re allowed to get upset.”

you take note at how the air shifted in the room. how quickly you focused and listened. you’re only like this around mark. with him, conversations can shift in an instant to anything. you understand each other on a deep, personal level. it’s something you don’t think you’ll ever have with another person for your entire life. maybe your soulmate. honestly? you can only dream to have this sort of connection with your soulmate, a connection so alive and so full of trust. is it even possible to have this with someone else? the fact that mark can make you think about how much he trusts you during a conversation about boobs is something only mark can make you feel. no one else. just him.

has it always been just him?

“it’s so stupid though. one minute lucas is bugging me about the fact that i’m a virgin and i’ve never seen boobs before and the next minute i’m on the floor of my bedroom with you, still not having seen any boobs mind you, nearly crying. damn. this is the lowest point i will ever reach.”

you push his hands away from his face and place your hands on his cheeks instead. “mark, please don’t cry. i hate it when you cry.”

the last time you saw mark cry was a month ago after watching a disney movie. seeing him cry just makes you cry, and since you were already crying, you just cried harder. seeing you cry makes him cry too, so he cried harder as well. the two of you just cried together until your heads hurt, to which you both took tylenols and tried to dance it off.

“i’m pathetic. insecure and pathetic.”

this is when you realize that there is more depth to his feelings than you thought.

“look, mark, i’ll show you my boobs. i trust you. i’m honestly surprised you haven’t seen them accidentally yet since i’ve known you for so long.” you chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. didn‘t work. “but i get the feeling that there’s more to this then just boobs.”

mark never really vented to you like this before. despite how close you are, he still kept things from you growing up, as a teenage boy does. you never took offense to this, as you kept plenty from him too. he never quite talked about his insecurities, his fears. he didn’t want to burden you with them. mark, so sweet and thoughtful. maybe too much for his own good. he needs to learn to share things.

he's starting to, though.

it takes him a while to speak, avoiding your eyes entirely. he speaks lowly, as if he was scared to tell the world what he was about to say.

“it’s just… everything about this sucks. everything. i’m kinda scared to tell you things, which can make us drift apart because we lose trust. then again, if i do tell you things, i’m scared it’ll freak you out and i’ll lose you. those are both bad endings. then, i’m scared to put myself out into the world. like, lucas is telling me to just find someone. go out, ask for a number, have a good time, live like someone in their 20s should be living. i can’t really do it though. every time i try, i choke. lucas once tried to set me up, you remember that, right?”

“yeah, that was the girl who stood you up.”

“yeah. it’s awful. every time i try it fails. i’ve been trying to get to the bottom of why it fails every single time but i just couldn’t. but then, i realized.” he shifts and faces you causing your hands to fall off his face and into your lap. “when i came home after being stood up, i wasn’t sad. i forgot the moment i left the restaurant. i texted lucas that the date didn’t happen and just shut my phone off and went to your place. i wasn’t sad because i knew i had you. i knew that you were going to make me feel better and that made it all go away.” he pauses. “you know? sometimes i get worried that i put too much on you. you’re my happiness, my relaxation, my joy. i worry sometimes that you’ll suffocate because i take so much from being with you. i keep this in the back of my head all the time because i just don’t want you to go. ever.”

holy shit.

“mark…”

“let me finish. i talked about this with lucas, and he told me that i can let myself be selfish sometimes. he said that i can want this that… that i can want you. i can think about you and how you make me happy and i can want that happiness yesterday, today, and tomorrow, and the day after. shit, i care about you more than anything. my heart swells and my stomach gets all these annoying little butterflies when i think of you. it’s fucking crazy. and now, today, here i am. you know, lucas, jaemin and i were talking about girls and boobs and fuck i don’t know, jaemin said that i just had to get that intimacy with someone. and it just fucking clicked. the only person i want to be intimate with is you and i’m thinking now that maybe i was stupid for asking to see your boobs. which is so stupid, i could’ve just asked to kiss you or share a bed with you or i don’t know. i’m really sorry if that was gross of me. i just wasn’t thinking. it’s so damn hard to think straight when it comes to you. i just really want to be closer to you, however that might be.”

your heart races at a speed that doctors would deem impossible. you don’t know what to think or where to look. you feel like you’re going to explode. though, if you explode, he’ll probably explode too. that wouldn’t be good.

mark looks down. he fills with regret. he doesn’t think he should've said that. maybe you'll hate him now. maybe you’ve never felt this way about him before.

you inhale slowly, trying to convince your lungs that breathing is normal and not something that can just stop when hearing speeches like this.

what is the proper thing to say? mark i love you? but do you love him? everything is so confusing right now. of course you love him, but you never considered love in this way. can i kiss you? too forward? but he wants intimacy, and you want it too. i feel the same way? boring. you can do better. mark, and his way with words. so beautiful. how do you compete? mark, you’re beautiful. mark is so beautiful. you try so hard to compose the words. maybe too hard. maybe it’s okay to go with option 3.

now, they just flow out. “mark… i think i feel the same way you do. i don’t know it’s just- i’ve always felt some sort of way toward you. something is so special about you. i spent years trying to decipher it, thinking it was just something platonic or brotherly or i dunno. i just never considered… this. i don’t even know what to call this. but it feels right. you’ve always felt right.”

he has. and he always will. he looks at you so lovingly, his enamoured gaze stuck on you. you can’t look up at him, but he watches you.

you continue. “fuck, i don’t know what to say. i’m so… god.” you run your fingers through your hair, as if to comb your brain in search for the right words. “i think you’re so beautiful. everything about you. and i’m so fucking grateful to have someone as amazing as you in my life. i don’t know what i did to deserve someone like you, and i feel like i really don’t deserve you. but it feels right. to be with you. to be alone with you. it’s just right.”

you let a little tear trickle down your cheek. you know if you look up at him, you’ll probably cry harder. you know this well, yet you look up.

“i don’t know what i did to deserve you either.” mark sighs. it’s his turn to wipe your tears now.

“so… what is this? what… are we?” you ask, melting into his hand, which somehow feels softer on your face.

“i don’t know. we can be whatever you want us to be.”

you playfully punch his shoulder, his hands sliding off your cheeks. “come on, you know i hate it when you say that.”

he gets defensive. “and you know i hate it when you hit me! you have a strong hand, yanno? shit!”

you laugh at him, clearing the last unwanted tear off your cheek with the pad of your thumb. “what can i say? gained strength from all those pillow fights over the years.”

“yeah, pillow fights i won.”

“shut up! you know i won the one at jeno’s party!”

mark laughs aloud. your favourite sound. “yeah, because everyone was drunk and you were still on your second drink. it was a very unevenly matched fight!”

“i still won!” you cross your arms and sit up straight as if you assert dominance over the conversation. who are you kidding? it’s all a joke anyways.

you crack after a moment and both of you erupt in a fit of giggles. his head falls into the crook of your neck, and it feels right. it’s almost as if your skin buzzed. you don’t know why, he’s done this many times before. but now, it’s different. the air has shifted again, so quickly. only with mark.

when he comes off of your neck, you stand up. you walk up to the door of his room, and lock it.

“y/n, what-“

you sit on his bed. “can’t have someone walk in while you’re ogling at my boobs, right? i know you and you’d never be able to live that down.”

mark is quick to stand up in defence. “what? no, we don’t have to do that anymore. i said my piece and im over the boob thing and-“

“shut up mark. you know you want to. and i kinda wanna show you too.”

he sits down on the bed across from you without another word but before either of you can move, he speaks again. “wait, kinda? please don’t feel obligated. only do this if you’re-“

“minhyung, please! i want to, ok? i really appreciate how you’re taking care of me but it’s fine. i trust you, and you trust me, right?”

he swallows hard. “right.”

“okay, perfect.” you pull your shirt off over your head, leaving you in your bra. if this was with any other boy, you’d be self conscious about literally everything: the bra you chose, the shape of your body, the hair in the places you let grow out. with mark, none of it matters now. he’s seen you in bathing suits before, this isn’t much different. and knowing how much he cares for you anyways, you know his head is clouded with praise and nothing less. his brain is working so fast right now, he probably won’t even register any imperfections.

“can i take your bra off?” mark sputters out as if he were holding onto the words for hours. “or wait, fuck-“

“yes, you can.”

he is almost shocked at your answer, and it shows. mark’s hands move slowly, his skin slightly cold as he grazes your skin. he leans in unbelievably close to wrap his arms around you to reach your back. he feels your breath on his chin, and your beautiful eyes look so sweet as you look up at him. when he finds the clasp, he kisses your nose as he pulls away, your bra coming back with him. you straighten your arms so the straps fall right off, showing your boobs.

mark is shocked. flabbergasted, even. his jaw almost drops in a shameless, teenaged boy way.

“dang. they’re so cute.”

you scoff. “cute? first boobs of your life and all you have to say is cute?”

“well what else can i say? i am not very well versed in the vast vocabulary that exists to describe your boobs.” he chuckles. “jeez, why is the word boob so fucking funny?”

you can’t help but smile timidly alongside him. that is what mark does, he makes you feel safe no matter what the situation. mark is always worried about you, worried if you are feeling comfortable and if you are okay with what is going on. he never wants things to be tense when you are around, because he hates to see you upset.

right now, you are the opposite of upset.

“y/n,” he brings your attention back to him. you hum in response. “can i touch?”

you freeze for a moment, and nod timidly. mark scoots a little bit closer, and reaches out with his right hand to gently cup your left breast. his hand is warm, and your skin needs a second to adjust to his temperature. he squeezes the flesh in the absolute slightest way, and quickly brings his hand back. he laughs almost exasperated.

“oh my god, it’s squishy? boobs are squishy?! why did that never register in my head?” he laughs loudly, as if he had just discovered something monumental.

“you’re just finding out now? oh my god mark, that’s common knowledge!”

mark looks down, his cheeks red from laughing. “dang, i’m so touch starved that i never knew until now that boobs are squishy. insanity.”

“the more you bring it up, the sadder it gets.” you reply.

he looks up at you with scrunched eyebrows. “don’t be mean. can i touch again?”

“yes, you can.”

mark cups your left boob with his right hand again, this time running his thumb softly over the supple skin. he doesn’t know what his limits are yet. can he go further? can he touch other parts of your boobs? can he touch other parts of your body? he is scared of going too fast and scaring you. mark is doing his very best today to be as careful as possible, as this is probably, remarkably, the best day of his life so far.

he pushes his index finger into your boob gently to poke it, and you laugh softly. at this point, you are just looking down at mark’s hand on your body. honestly, the fact that he isn’t doing anything is almost relaxing.

you look at how slowly his finger moves, like your skin is made up of the most delicate material in the world. he holds you with such care, such control. it is a feeling you want to feel again, and again, and again.

mark inhales slowly. he wants to go further. he wants more. he doesn’t know how you feel yet, but he will wait for you every step of the way.

but just as he opens his mouth, he hears a thud on his door. “mark hyung, we’re home! is y/n here? come eat with us!”

you both jump, as jaemin’s loud voice destroys the entire atmosphere. mark turns a cute shade of pink almost immediately, and takes his hand off of your skin. you are surprised at first, but lose all tension as you watch mark’s reaction. the poor boy is so embarrassed, but even more upset at how shortly your time was cut off. you laugh as he grabs your bra and tries to put it back on you. unfortunately, he cannot figure out how to close the back shut.

“i’m here! we’ll be there in a sec.” you shout, sparing mark from saying something stupid. you clip your bra straps together, and pull your shirt back on.

mark looks upset. “i’m so sorry they cut us off. they were supposed to be out all day, fuck. i’m sorry-”

“mark, baby, it’s okay. you didn’t know. besides, this isn’t ending here.”

mark looks up at you. “baby?”

“oh gosh, i don’t know where that came from. i’m sorry.”

“no no, its cute. i like it. baby. it just…”

“makes sense?”

he nods. “yeah. this makes sense. it really does.”

mark’s heart pounds in his chest as he takes your hands in his. today, they feel softer, warmer. he inhales sharply once again, hoping this time jaemin doesn’t break his door down, or something of the sort.

his thumb does the thing again, rubbing your skin gently. “y/n, i don’t want to be friends anymore. i think we are more than friends.”

you smile. “i do too. this makes sense.”

mark feels like he is going to explode. that would be bad though, because if he exploded, you would too. that wouldn’t be good for anyone.

“so i guess you’re my girlfriend now.”

you giggle softly. “that sounds so much better than best friend.”

“dang, it kinda does, doesn’t it?”

you let go of his hands and climb off his bed. he follows instantly after you do. right before you go to unlock the door, mark takes your hand once again, and turns you to face him.

you heart races as you lock eyes with him. you cannot believe everything that happened today. how your best friend, who you’d known for your whole life, confessed everything he felt for you, and poked your boobs mere minutes after. and that’s okay, because that’s mark. your mark.

“do we have to go down? i really want to see your boobs again.”

you lean over and place a kiss on his cheek, which causes him to lose his train of thought completely. “you’ll see them again soon, i promise. but if we don’t go down, jaemin will come upstairs and try opening your door. you know him, he’ll freak out when he sees that it’s locked. we’d get found out before we even have a chance to start.”

mark sighs. “fine. no more boobs today. guess i’ll just have to suffer without your boobs in my hands. shit, how am i going to survive?”

you unlock the door, and twist the handle. “well baby, i guess you’ll have to figure it out.”

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cinnabun-faerie · 2 years

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FFXIV Platonic Headcannons

A/N: Here it is! I struggled with this (especially with Alphinaud's)

General FFXIV Masterlist ↳ here

Alisaie

Y'all are partners in crime

You swear to never tell another soul for as long as you live about what you tell each other

You never sell each other out when the other gets caught for doing something that they weren't supposed to

No but she's your ride-or-die

She's your soulmate (platonically ofc, cause a soulmate doesn't have to be romantic)

Alphinaud

(Honestly the game is a better at showing/explaining your platonic relationship)

Inseparable best friends

Alphinaud is like that brother you've never had

Seriously you two rely heavily on each other

Estinien

TRAINING TOGETHER

Silence between y'all is comforting

You can just do your own thing

The banter, y'all really act like you hate each other

No but you're the type of best friends to pretend you don't know each other

Makes other people go "???"

You two are just trying to contain your laughter in the corner

You're besties, don't even lie

But come on, pretending to be rivals (and not friends) is kinda amusing

"Why always in each other's company if not friends?"

Eye rolling seems to be your thing

No but Aymeric would invite you both to everything for some bonding time because he is convinced you two aren't friends

Imagine the shock when he finds out

"Better be careful Y/N, you don't want Thancred to hear about this, do you?"

"As much as you want Ser Aymeric to hear about what you've been doing? If you keep quiet, so will I."

Always testing each other's patience

G'raha

You and G'raha naturally have an instant connection

That's your best friend right there

It physically hurt you to see him lock himself away in the tower

But when you find out he's the exarch, you squeeze him so tightly

You're just relieved

And now that you know who he really is, he's happy to see you again, old friend

No but you punch him (in the arm) for making you sad like that

And every other time he decides to be reckless you give him a piece of your mind

And don't be surprised when he lectures you for getting hurt

Thancred

#1 Parental figure

Don't matter how old you are. You could be close to his age but he's going to claim you as his child

Honestly having him as your parent-friend is nice

Except when he lectures you

He's your mentor as well

You will go on lots of missions together

He mostly shows off during missions

"This is how you do this, Y/N."

Mad when you show him up but gets over it quickly cause he's proud as heck

Urianger

#2 Parental figure

Lets you borrow whatever book you want (just be very careful)

He will protect you no matter what cause he considers you to be like a child/sibling

He'll have lots of advice for you if ever need it

Lecturing you for your injuries & carelessness

You getting angry with him for being so secretive

You know it's his thing, but it just makes you upset. You feel like you know so little about him

Y'shtola

Your best friend

Playful banter

Some people honestly think you get mad at each other with the way you banter sometime

Major sibling energy here

She's gonna be the one getting you out of any trouble

Thancred wants to know where you've been, Shtola's gonna cover for you

Honestly you two just sneaking out to be rebellious is kinda funny to me

"Should we go back?"

"I said I'd bring you back at a reasonable hour, Y/N. And 3am is reasonable if you're sleeping in tomorrow."

But if you do anything that she doesn't approve of/think is good for you/dangerous for you, she will get angry

Honestly you'll cover for her too

But honestly you two can get petty with each other

Cause that's what siblings do

"I love you 'Shtola, but I hate you for telling Thancred about your injury."

"I love you too. I too love and hate you. You didn't forget what happened last did you? This is only my revenge."

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yesttoheaven · 3 years

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I SEE YOU – chapter IV

pairing – arthur fleck x female!reader

wc – 2.3k

warnings – idk... misty being a b*tch with arthur?

a/n – hi everyone! I hope you are well because I'm brazilian and I cannot say the same lol the president is a piece of shit and he can't rule the country in the middle of a pandemic (not even without the pandemic, in fact)

anyway enjoy the chapter!

English is not my first language. I am getting help from google translator and he is not always a good ally, so I apologize for any typos or grammar errors.

Y/N – your name

chapter one. chapter two.

chapter three. chapter four.

"What are you doing here, Misty?" The surprise was notable in Y/N's words.

Many people could walk through that door, but Misty was definitely not one of them.

"I should ask you the same question..." The woman came over and put her hands on the actress' shoulders, smiling amiably. "But we don't have time for that right now. You have a dinner to go! And it is not right to keep a man like Charles waiting."

"Charles?" Arthur asked, trying to find a way to join the conversation. "Is he also an actor?"

After these simple words, the redhead burst out laughing and Arthur didn't understand what he had done wrong this time. He was just curious and a little interested to know who was the man who had a date with Y/N that night.

"Actor? God, have you never heard of Charles Lewis Tiffany?" Misty questioned how if the fact that Arthur didn’t know the man was an offense to humanity and Arthur just shook his head, too embarrassed to say anything else.

Who the hell was this man? The Pope? And why did Y/N have a dinner with Pope?

"It's okay, Arthur." Always so graceful, the actress reassured him and left Misty's side to be close to him. "Charles owns Tiffany & Co., the one that appears in the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's... Have you watched this movie before?"

"Oh, oftentimes!"

"Me either! And now Charles wants me to be the face of his new collection! I'm so excited, he came to Gotham just to follow it up in person!" The happiness shining in her eyes was contagious, but Misty didn’t like seeing Y/N squeeze the man’s arm gently.

"I hate to have to do this... the conversation is so pleasant, but we have to go, mon cher." With a smile, Y/N's manager adjusted the bag on her shoulder. She wanted to take the actress away from this freak as soon as possible.

"You cannot go without the VHS tape." Arthur objected, receiving a death glare from Misty, but the only thing that mattered to him was Y/N. "I'll get this for you." After these words, the man left the living room with a reason to make her stay a little longer in his apartment.

"Well, I think we're going to have to wait." Y/N shrugged, but inside she was beaming.

Feeling her mouth dry, she picked up the glass of water on the table, but that was her worst mistake.

"What are you doing? Don't drink this! That dirty glass is full of germs!" The glass was snatched from her hand and Y/N looked at Misty in disbelief.

"That glass is not dirty, Misty."

"How can you be sure of that? I heard that the Narrows sewer is one of the worst in Gotham!"

"Thanks for the lesson, but that didn’t come from the Narrows sewer. This water is from the kitchen tap."

"Oh my God..." The actress could have sworn that the woman's face turned green and she would vomit at any moment. "Why did you drink this? You'll be sick!"

Before Y/N had a chance to respond to these insanities, someone called her. She ran over to the bag and took out her cell phone. It was Charles.

"Hey, Charles! It's good to talk to you." On the other side, all she received were strange noises. The man's voice was being cut off and it was difficult to understand. "The connection is awful..."

"Why am I not surprised? Narrows is the end of the world!" Misty commented, rolling her eyes.

Without time for this discussion, Y/N said:

"Maybe in the corridor I will get a better signal."

"Be careful, you don't know what kind of neighbors there are in this place." She warned, listening to the door open and close, but Y/N said nothing.

Alone in the living room, Misty had the same disgusted look as when she arrived. For her this apartment is small even for an ant and this wallpaper is ridiculous, but in the midst of so much poverty, something on the couch attracted her attention.

"What do we have right here? I don't believe he has a diary..." The woman whispers to herself, laughing, after picking up Arthur's journal. She knew it was wrong, but she was bored.

The first few pages were OK, he had a shitty life like any other unfortunate person, but what came next scared the hell out of her. Misty knew there was something wrong with this man. The instant she saw him, she knew, but that... those words... were from a sick person. Arthur was a disgusting pervert. The redhead needed a moment to breathe and then she saw the magazines on the table and an scissors...

Oh no. He intends to include Y/N in this depravity show!

"I finally found." With bright eyes, Arthur looked for Y/N in the living room, but all he found was Misty... and his journal. "W-What... What are you d-doing?"

"Stay away from me!" She exclaimed, backing away for fear that he would do something against her. "I swear, if you get close I'll scream so loud and when Y/N comes through that door, I will tell her your little secret. She will be so disappointed, but she will finally find out who you really are... A perv!"

"N-No, please... You got it wrong." He tried, his voice taking on a desperate tone. Arthur didn't want to lose the actress's friendship. She was too important for him. "I c-can explain."

"Oh, can you explain? You will glue Y/N's head to a cat's body and then you will sit on that old sofa and touch yourself? You should be in Arkham! You're a sick person! I can't believe Y/N was alone with you..."

Arthur felt his stomach churning.

"You're wrong... I have a lot of respect for her. Y/N is special to me and I would never do something like that."

"I don't want to hear your excuses!" The woman threw the journal at him and Arthur cringed like a frightened dog. After hitting him on the back, the journal fell to the floor and when he saw those collages, he felt ashamed of himself. "Listen to me... I will say this only once: Stay away from her. It doesn’t matter what kind of fantasies you’ve created in your sick head, Y/N will not be a part of that. If I know that after today you keep talking to her, I'll call the police and when they find out you're a fucking perv, you will spend the rest of your days in Arkham." She warned with all the letters and threats, now it was up to him to choose to cooperate or not. This man is too old to play being a teenager. These images of naked women, these cats and those sad quotes in his journal prove just one thing. Maybe he's a sexual predator, but Misty wouldn't be here to find that out either. "Enjoy your pornography and leave Y/N alone. I hope I never see you again."

Arthur saw his world fall apart as soon as the redhead left his apartment with the worst assumptions about him. He was not a perverted monster. He would never touch Y/N without her consent and would never endanger her life. Never ever. Y/N was the only good thing about Gotham; she was a light at the end of the tunnel. So angelic and peaceful. Whenever she smiles, butterflies appear in his stomach and Arthur knows what these famous butterflies mean, but he doesn't know what those collages mean... If Y/N knew, she would probably be afraid of him.

In the corridor, the actress was trapped in a bubble, talking animatedly with Charles. The call had no specific reason, the man just wanted to make sure everything was fine for dinner that night.

"Okay... This is one of Gotham's best restaurants. Trust me, you will love the place!" She assured him, intending to make a good impression. It wasn't every day that she got a chance to dine with the genius behind Tiffany & Co. and represent that brand. This was an important step in her career. "Now I need to go, Charles. See you soon, bye!" Y/N hummed the ending, watching Misty approach where she was. "Why are you here?"

"It's just your friend's mom. She's not feeling very well..."

"Isn't Penny okay?" Concern crossed Y/N's face and she tried to get back to apartment 8J, but Misty took her arm, lying again:

"Y/N, don't be indiscreet. This is a family problem and Arthur is taking care of it." With those words, she guided the actress to the elevator, but Y/N kept looking at the door to Arthur's apartment. "You need to prepare for dinner... I chose a beautiful dress for you."

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THREE DAYS LATER

"Put red on her lips... Don't forget the mascara... and on the cheeks use this blush... Not this one! The peach blush!"

It was possible to say that Charles Lewis Tiffany was taking the place of the makeup artist. The woman was losing patience, Y/N realized this, but he wanted to participate in every second of it. When she finished, Charles smiled, admiring Y/N's beauty through the mirror.

"You see? You're genuinely beautiful... I think I finally found my muse." The actress was flattered by the compliments and that reflected in her smile when Charles took a blue box, but this was not a simple blue box. This is the famous Tiffany Blue Box. "I want you to meet my new creation..." He opened the box, stealing Y/N's breath instantly. "Dramatically plunging down the decolletage, an incredible emerald-cut bicolor zoisite that shifts from violet-blue to purplish-red, depending on the angle. The pendant is over 48 carats and it's wrapped in a halo of baguette diamonds and suspended from a diamond rondelle chain of over 37 total carats."

"Oh Charles, this is absolutely beautiful. I'm speechless..." She confessed, watching him take the necklace and offer to put it around her neck. Y/N accepted immediately and when the pendant touched the white fabric of the dress, she smiled at the mirror.

"Diamonds are a girl's best friend" Charles whispered, eliciting a giggle from her. "Now I need to speak to the photographer, but take a few minutes to prepare yourself." The man smiled one last time and Y/N walked to the door, opening it for him. She took the opportunity to spy on what was happening on the other side and it was possible to say that there was a little sadness in her eyes.

"What are you looking for?" Misty's voice echoed and she closed the door quickly.

"Huh... nothing!"

The woman was checking the contract – something about image authorization – and when she took her eyes off the papers, she found Y/N with a half-hearted smile.

"Go ahead... Spill the tea."

Brian was probably smoking, so Misty was her only option.

"Arthur was busy these days, but he called me this morning... He looked nervous and said he would like to talk to me, so I invited him to accompany the photoshoot, but..."

"You did what?!" Misty left the chair, interrupting her. Not wanting to start a scene, the redhead looked at Dariela, the makeup artist, and said: "Get out." The woman immediately stopped organizing her makeup and ran out of the dressing room.

"Was that necessary?" Y/N asked, crossing her arms.

"And was it necessary to invite that maniac to come here too?"

"Jesus, Misty!" She walked to the other side of the dressing room. "Manic? Really?"

"I'm just telling the truth."

"Based on what? His bank account?"

"Based on his journal." Misty replied and the actress looked in her direction with a frown. Shaking her head, the redhead let out a bitter laugh before confessing: "He doesn't use it just to write jokes... I found a lot of pornography on those pages."

Y/N felt a little uncomfortable with that. Certain things do not need to be exposed... She didn't need to know about that part of Arthur's life and Misty just invaded his privacy.

"Well... many men consume pornography daily."

"Y/N, pornography is not the point here. He makes some weird collages... women with cat heads... skulls... one of these women was tied up in a compromising position... Can you see how problematic this is?" Misty was trying to open her eyes and consequently was scaring the actress, but that was not all. "I saw the magazines. That man will probably do the same to you... your face on the body of these naked women or on a cat's body! You have always been uncomfortable with the way men see you only as a sex symbol... and now Arthur is using you as a sex toy!"

"Stop! Just stop, okay?" Y/N demanded, using an edgy tone of voice. That was too much for her to assimilate. "You're saying this because you do not accept the idea of Arthur being my friend! All that matters to you is status, but it doesn't matter to me! When are you going to let me live my own life?"

"This is not about social classes, this man is a pervert! I'm trying to protect you!"

"Enough, Misty!" That was enough to make the redhead shut up and Y/N found her way back to the mirror.

To complete the look, inside the blue box was a beautiful diamond ring and a pair of shiny round diamond earrings, just waiting for her. Putting on the ring was an easy task, but she couldn’t say the same about earrings; her hands were shaking and this is all the fault of the stress.

"Let me help you." The manager approached and at first Y/N refused her help, but after another failed attempt, she handed the earrings to the woman. "I know I can be a bitch sometimes..."

"Sometimes?"

Misty just sighed, shaking her head.

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All I Ask of You | j.tw (VIXX)

FT. a lot of Cha Hakyeon

Title: All I Ask of You

Word Count: 3k+

Rating: NR

Genre: Drama, Romance, Mystery

Warnings: A lil Profanity

Pairings: Phantom!Leo x fem!Reader, Cha Hakyeon x Reader

Summary: You couldn’t take him terrorizing you anymore, but after he overhears your plan to leave him, things begin to escalate in a way you didn’t expect.

Your footsteps crunched in the snow as you walked quickly towards the railing on the opera's roof. You couldn't take it anymore. Ever since Carlotta left the opera, terrified and destroyed by the coincidence that took place during the last show when she croaked like a toad, you became the new Prima Donna. You were the opera's biggest hit now. All pressure was on you.

The chilly weather surrounding you didn't phase you as you couldn't get the thought out of being part of the upcoming and long awaited show. You didn't mind being in the show, that's not what you feared, but you knew he would be watching as he always was. That thought made your body shiver and your heart stop beating.

"Y/N!" Distant crunching comes closer quickly and you turn to see a familiar face that makes relief fly onto you for an instant. Your childhood sweetheart met your eyes and smiled brightly despite the lack of air he was receiving. He was panting lightly, dawdling sluggishly towards the railing you stood in front of and leaned against it with his elbows on the snow. Your hands were stuffed into your light jacket's pockets and your hood on top of your hair. You came out in a rush without a care in the world about what you wore, but frankly, getting sick would help a lot in a crisis like this. Your smile was small and didn't last long.

“Why’d you come here, Hakyeon?”

"I'm wondering the same for you.." he stood straight then, attempting to dust off the already melted snow off his coat's sleeves. His head tilted once you didn't answer. "You stormed out of the director's office with tears in your eyes."

He saw? You frown. Great, he's probably like him now..

"It was nothing." You turned your head and faced forward at the dead, yet beautiful, scenery in front of you of the city. The tears were beginning to form and you damned your eyes and emotions for being so sensitive now. Here was the love of your life wanting you to pour everything out, and all you were doing was trying to be an independent woman and solve this on your own. But you knew you couldn't. He's too powerful. He didn't need his looks or personality to attract you. All he needed was his voice- the voice you mistook for an angel's.

Hakyeon shook his head. "Don't waste your breath on lies, Y/N. I know something is bothering you. You can tell me you know-" His hand touches your shoulder and instantly you pull away. You knew a single touch would make you burst into a nasty cry.

His sigh was defeating but he kept pushing.

"Lately" he began, his voice soft, comforting, tempting you to slam into his embrace, "I've been noticing how you haven't been acting like yourself necessarily, kinda like you feel bothered by my presence..." There was a ounce of sadness overwhelming his voice that was usually strong when talking to others, but when it came to you, Hakyeon would show emotions without really realizing it. "When I first came here you were happy. You remembered me.." You peer over at Hakyeon and see his head dropped down slightly, a small smirk plastered on his lips. The sight makes regret flood over you.

"It's nothing against you." you mumble, causing him to glance at you. "You'll understand in time. It's just that..I'm..I'm afraid."

He arches closer while examining your face with a concerned look on his. "Of what? The show?"

You drop your head and bite your lip, thinking about what you can tell him. You trust Hakyeon with your whole heart and he's given his to you, even after all these years. The connection between you two picked up right where it stopped when you were just children. It's fate, isn't it? You can tell him anything...right?

Not being able to form the words, Hakyeon embraces you suddenly, whispering "Oh, my precious Little Lotte, you have nothing to fear while I'm here. Nothing can harm you." You look up at him, a childish and relieved smile shown on his beautiful face. Feeling his warm body pressed against you makes you almost forget what was happening and where you were.

"Can you promise me something, Hakyeon?" you ask, smiling up at him in relief and your heart fluttering with butterflies at the sight of his smile.

"Hmm?" his eyes are closed, savoring this moment he didn't think he'd get since you were playing hard to get in the beginning.

"Take me to Canada when my performance is finished."

He pushes you away from him only enough for you both to look at one another. He furrows his eyebrows, "Why do you suggest that?"

You shrug and smile. "After all this time, I've just wanted to be with you. If I go with you I'll never leave your side, I swear."

He giggles like a little school girl, causing you to laugh, and he agrees. "Then, promise me something as well, Little Lotte." You nod as you continue to stare into each other's eyes, taking in this beautiful moment. "Love me, that's all I ask of you."

His words fling into your ears, making a bright smile appear on your face instantly. You needed to hear those words. Getting on your tippie toes, and with your hands on the sides of his face, you gently press your lips against his. Both of your hearts flutter.

"Showtime!"

You head snaps towards the closed door of your dressing room. "I’ll be out in a second!" Quickly facing your vanity's mirror, you apply lipstick trying not to mess up and go on stage looking like a clown as you normally did. You stand and examine your dress before hurrying out to the rest of the performers.

Passing by all the props being pushed around, you approach one of the directors who smile in relief at your sight. "I'm so glad you decided to sing for us, Y/N. We thought the opera would be a disaster if someone else didn't play the main role. Thank you so much, you look stunning!" You smile and thank him for his compliments. In the back of your head you curse him for making it seem like it was only you who could save the opera when you knew a bunch of the backup dancers would kill to get the main role. He pats your shoulder lightly before heading to scold someone for putting a prop in the incorrect place, leaving you alone.

Slowly, you make your way to the center of the stage, staring straight ahead at the blood red curtain before you. Your hands shook just imagining the crowd, and the single person you knew would be watching. From above? From directly in front of you? From the side? Oh, it didn't matter. He was always there.

"Y/N." You look at your coworker who was in the duet song that was going to be played second. He was dressed as a Nobleman and is mustache just added to the look. "You ready?"

You shook your head, but once you added your smile, it seemed like you meant it. "For whatever's to come, of course."

It wasn't long before everyone got into their places, either on the stage or on the side behind the wall. And your heart was beating. The spotlight wasn't on you yet but you could feel yourself sweating. You shook off the nerves and grabbed the prop from the table you sat on. And the curtain rose all too fast. You froze.

In front of you was pure darkness except for the exit signs that stood out. Oh..oh..what did I get myself into?..

Your eyes flew from seat to seat as you tried your best to see who sat in the seat. You eventually gave up once you remembered that he wore a black cloak. He was the shadow, so it was no use.

The Nobleman and his single Knight were singing as you shined the apple on your skirt. Your bug eyes kept flinging everywhere, but once you gleamed up at Hakyeon sitting in one of the boxes to the left of you, smiling and silently clapping despite you barely doing anything, the cautious feeling calmed down and you acted more natural.

Soon the duet came, and as soon as the Knight disappeared from the stage, you heard a voice fill the whole opera house. It was familiar but not the Nobleman's. Emerging from the curtain of the small prop meaning to be a house, you come face to face with a man draped in a full body cloak. Chills run down your whole body as it arches closer to you and continues to sing. Oh, his voice is sweet, dominating, hypnotic - it was Leo’s.

Your mouth dropped open and you ran to get off stage. One of your directors holds a hand up, before you take another step closer, and shakes his head violently. He shoos you back on. All went silent and you slowly looked back at the man who you knew would be here. The one who makes your body go weak.

Your eyes automatically search for Hakyeon. As your eyes meet, he mouths "You're safe" and it makes your eyes tear up.

The first note is quivered but you swallow back the tears and make your way to HIM as instructed in rehearsals. The shows go on. Your voices harmonize and go together like puzzle pieces. The lyrics of the song...you can feel the way he sings it with an emotion you didn't know he would possess in a dead, soulless, creature like him.

Soon, the end of the song came, and you hadn't realized that you got off the rehearsed actions. You stood in front of him now, listening to him sing words that weren't part of the song. Without thinking you gently push down the hood of the cloak. Gasps fill the house but he continues to sing. You're met with a white mask, narrow eyes, and his exposed face that was left unblemished. As you stare into his narrow eyes that looked down at you with tears forming and a moony gaze, his voice begins to get louder.

"Y/N, that's all I ask of-" your hands fling to the white mask he wore on half of his face and the screams came, including his own. The opera house goes dark.

He was ugly. You couldn't hide your face that retorted in disgust.

"You did this, Y/N!" his voice boomed throughout the corridors, echoing. You hoped someone would hear him. "You betrayed me! I gave you my music and this is how you repay me!? Your Angel Of Music?!” Everything was happening all too fast for you to react properly. You didn't scream or pull away from his death grip on your wrist, you almost thought that if you moved further from him then your wrist would snap.

Once you made it to the lake, he threw you on the small boat when you first refused to do so. Slamming into the boat caused you to hit a small bench on your head. He jumped in after, untied the boat from the dock, and began rowing quickly as if it were his way of releasing anger.

He began to ramble, shouting as he did so. You couldn't get your eyes away from his face.

It seemed so surreal. He was a dead man walking. There was an unusually big gnash on the side of his head nearly exposing his brain, a few strands of raven black hair on his head, a single nostril was sunken in only looking like a small black hole, his eyebrows and eyelashes were nonexistent, the side of his lip was swollen, and even his cheek was sunken in. The multiple deformities on his face were unearthly, and it was odd that they only occurred on one side of his face. You almost felt bad for him. But he killed people. Even if he were attractive you still would've feared him.

You can see the fire gleam in his narrow eyes as he notices that your eyes haven't left him. He throws the paddle down on the boat near your feet and takes off the cloak, tossing it on the water.

"Stare all you want! This is your future husband" the smile on his face is menacing, making you curl up closer to the other side of the boat that was across from him "might as well get used to the sight of his vile creature, baby!" His voice caused you to wince. He leaned closer to you, sitting on the only bench on the small boat, his hand meeting the paddle. You couldn't lean back any further since you'd fall off the boat. He stood up and you managed to catch sight of the frown now placed on his face.

Once you got to the space where he lived just near the water, you attempted to jump in, but as he caught you and threw you back onto the concrete floor you nearly shit yourself since you knew there was no hope left. You knew your only chance of living would be to submit to him.

It was just you and him and his small shrine dedicated to you.

"You were going to leave me!" his booming voice caused you flinch as you stayed on the cold floor. He knew?.. You didn't move any further until he came up to you and crouched down at your level. You picked up your head slightly to meet his dead eyes but in a quick movement his hand flies to your throat. Your head was held back and you squinted your eyes tightly as his grip around your neck slowly tightened as well. You couldn't move. Fear swarmed over you and your mind went blank.

"Did you think I wouldn't hear you on the roof with your lover?" he growled through gritted teeth. His face was close to yours now and his eyes looked upon your helpless face. "Did you think I wouldn't have followed you up to the roof to comfort you myself? Wow, how foolish do you think I am?"

Your heart began to pound as you could no longer breathe comfortably. You attempted to gasp for air and your hand even went up to his, but he only looked at you and slowly released. He threw you back and your head hit the concrete.

"I love you, Y/N, and I assumed you felt the same.." suddenly his voice was softer but you didn't pay any attention. You were too busy inhaling the air and rubbing the back of your head. "b-but..you lied to me.."

Sitting up steadily, you eyed the man who sat with his head in his hands just a few inches away from you. You backed up from him but he suddenly lifted his head. Leo's red, moistened eyes caught your attention and caused you to come to a halt.

"You played with my feelings, Y/N..why do I still want you?.."

You don’t know what to say.

"I-“ his hand flew up ordering you to be silent. Leo faced you and his smile sent chills down your body once more. "We have a guest."

"Y/N!" Your head snapped towards the enterance of the area Leo lived in. Seeing Hakyeon running through the water caused you to do the same. You ran into his arms and smiled, tears already spilling over once you touched him.

You knew he’d come to save you.

"We need to leave! Before it's too late, Hakyeon!" You tugged on his sleeve in the direction of the enterance. You caught sight of the pistol in his hand and your heart sunk. "Hakyeon!"

He pulled his arm away from you, "I have to kill this man! He's been terrorizing you and everyone!"

You shook your head and worry and eagerness became to consume you. "NO! Hakyeon, please! Let's leave I don't want him to hurt you!"

"He won't.." Hakyeon's tentative eyes gazed around before meeting yours. He places his free hand on your cheek. "I'm going to make sure he never haunts your days again, Little Lotte."

Hakyeon's words always find a way to make you feel the right way, but a shadow emerges from behind him and wrapped something around Hakyeon's neck. You scream as you watch Leo drags Hakyeon like he were a rag doll despite Hakyeon trying his best to break free from the man's strength. You chased after them and tried prying him from Leo but it was no use since Leo pushed you with force that made you hit the floor harder then you thought a human could be capable of. Leo brought your sweetheart to a pipe that hung a few inches off the ground and tied the end of the rope to it, while Hakyeon's neck was stuck in the noose.

"Leo! Please, don't! He didn't do anything-"

"HE TOOK YOU FROM ME AND YOU.." he stopped, his expression softening and his head dropping, "you let him take you.."

Leo shook his head and faced forward at you, who looked at him in desperation.

"So what'll it be, Little Lotte?" he mocks Hakyeon, smiling like a fool. "Either this man gets freed or you send him to his death?"

Your eyes dropped along with your eyebrows and your breathing quickens. "Don't be like this, Leo! Don't be unfair-"

"And you aren't unfair to me?"

You remain silent. "So? Either me or you send this fool," his hand gripped the end of the rope and pulled down a little which caused Hakyeon to gasp and almost stand on his tippie toes, "straight to his death?"

You back up, your chest popping up and down. Tears are forming once more in your eyes. "I..I.." Something catches your attention in the corner of your eye. Swimming in the water, nearing the concrete where you're standing, comes the pistol that fell from Hakyeon's hand when Leo put the noose over his neck.

Your eyes meet Leo's again.

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